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01zfan · 5 months

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could you write something about giving head to anton or sungchan? i really love the way you write about sensations and details so i’m eager to read it 😔💗

haiiii anon im insane so i wrote it for both. i hope you like and yeah im sorry i got a little carried away.

can i? | l. at & j. sc

boyfriend!anton x fem!reader | 1.9k words

this is a mature work. minors do not interact

contains: blowjob and the effects of said blowjob

you sit on the edge of anton’s bed, your body turned to face him. his large hand rests on his face as you two are engrossed in an extremely heated makeout session. his other hand is tenderly on your breast, not daring to squeeze. it just rests there, but the way it fits in the palm of his hand has you equally as dizzy. you two have been going at it like this for hours, sloppy sounds of kissing filling his childhood room. you could spend days mapping out the ridges and sides of anton’s mouth and he would gladly let you.

when you work anton up, it’s very obvious. he grips you a little tighter, a little more desperate. his hand had moved from your breast to in between your thighs. anton was very different with how he touched you from other men. he wasn’t the type to stick a finger into your heat while kissing you. he preferred to cup your clothed center. he enjoyed just feeling the heat in his hands. it was a little weird, but that was anton. his large hand still made you squirm, and the way anton would moan just from almost touching you made you always want more.

anton put a hand in your hair, making you turn your head and deepen the kiss. you slowly let your hand explore the way down his body you’ve traced a million times before.

you placed a hand on the broad expanse of anton’s back and shoulders. the muscle underneath his skin was strong and steady. you brought your hand to his neck, caressing the soft skin you loved to leave marks on. his chest was your favorite, and you’re sure anton knew this. his chest was always like a brick wall to you. his chest was the best to lay on after you guys have your fun. you would rest your head over his heart, hearing it slow down. the steady beating would always lull you to sleep in anton’s arms. so you took your time with that area, resting a hand on his quick heartbeat. you smirked and anton noticed you smiling into the kiss. he pulling away.

“why are you smiling?” anton asked. his cheeks were rosy and he sounded exasperated, trying to catch his breath.

“nothing.” you smiled. you were tempted to take his hand and put it on your heart as well, but you didn’t want to move his hand from your heat or your neck. you instead leaned your head towards his, wanting to kiss him again.

when anton kissed you back, you resumed kissing and touching him again. you let your hand drift down his toned stomach. you rested it there for a moment, trying to gain the courage to go a little further down. you don’t know why you were so nervous, you’ve done this before. but when anton moaned into the kiss, you let your hand rest over his clothed dick. maybe it was too sudden, or maybe your touch just had an effect on anton. regardless, as a result of your touch anton moaned even louder into the kiss and his hand nudged closer to your heat. you both pulled away from the other, chests rising and falling in anticipation.

“woah.” was all anton said. you nodded in agreement.

anton’s cheeks were dusted with red. the smile that is always stuck on his face is replaced with slightly parted lips. his eyes were wide, probably as wide and blown out as yours. somehow, the thing you two have done time and time again felt different. it was like sparks were in the air, cracking around in the space you two had created. your skin felt on like it was being ignited when you spoke your next words.

“can i suck your dick?” you said it light and soft, the tone anton always had with you. the red on anton’s cheeks and ears intensified.

you really couldn’t blame him. you two were very affectionate but very shy. it wasn’t something you two were ashamed of or wanted to change. you both thought it was endearing how shy you two got around eachother, always looking away when you two held eye contact for too long and face always being hot when you touched. the shyness also came with the perk of feeling extremely validated when getting the courage to ask for something bold. so when anton heard you ask or something so lewd, he knew you could feel him twitch in his pants.

“yes. yes of course.” anton tried to be as bold as you were but the usual softness in his voice held him back. it came out as raspy and desperate. anton tried to care but he didn’t. he was desperate to have you touch him in any way possible.

anton is pliant to your gentle hands as you lay him down on the bed. his clothes were quickly discarded by himself, trying to make everything as easy as possible for you.

when he was laid down, he looked at you kissing down from his cheek. each kiss was sloppier than the one prior. he could feel the saliva from your kisses from the cool air in his room, maybe it would help his skin that felt like it was burning.

you reached his navel, pressing a deep kiss there. anton sucked a breath in when he could feel himself against your chest.

you took his dick into your hand. it was rigid and hard, standing straight in your hand. anton let out his breath slowly. already he was struggling to not buck into your soft hand. he didn’t dare look into your face, knowing he’d be done then and there. when you kissed below his tip and spread precum around, anton placed a hand on his stomach to ground himself. you took a hold of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his.

“don’t feel pressure to take all of it.” anton said sweetly. he wasn’t sure if his size would give you the same problem as the first time you two had sex. it took awhile for you to get used to it.

“i’ll try to manage.”

you start off slow. you take anton into your mouth, using your hand to occupy the rest of the space. he gasps, gripping tight to your hand. anton felt your tongue flick a sensitive part of his tip. he whimpered and looked at his slow moving ceiling fan. the blades were supposed to calm him but even those seemed to be moving faster and faster. it wasn’t fair how you had the ability to change anton’s entire world, how you invaded all of his senses and his grip of reality.

“it feels really good babe.” anton said. his voice was the way it usually was when talking with you, soft and encouraging.

the raspiness of his voice had you moaning with a mouthful of him. the moan came from the back of your throat. the sudden vibration had anton let go of his resolve, bucking into your mouth. anton quickly looked at you to apologize. this was a mistake. his face was burning watching you take more and more of him. anton was already gripping the sheets with his other hand, trying to keep himself here. it was always a struggle for anton to keep his composure, he did it for the sake of feeling your hollowed cheeks and tongue on him. his mind was reeling trying to figure out how lips so cute were capable of something so dirty.

he saw you take more of him, your nose almost touching his stomach. you were so close, anton couldn’t believe how good you were at this. he felt every part of your mouth. the sloppy noises made him dizzy. anton would’ve been completely content here in this spot. he was letting out shuddering breaths and gasping pants. anton felt you squeeze his hand and reach for his other one. instantly his large hand surrounded yours, gripping it to let you know he’s there with you.

“you’re making me feel so good.” anton said breathlessly.

slowly you moved his hands to the sides of your head. you moved you hands to rest on his thighs, ready for anything.

anton was ready to pass out when you looked up at him. you were completely giving him power to do what he wanted in this situation. gratefulness for your trust in him made him bold enough to slowly bring your head down from his tip. anton didn’t dare to move his hands from the sides of your head. he liked having them there to caress your cheeks and pinch your earlobes. no matter what, he wanted to be as affectionate with you as possible. to anton, that was when pleasure came to him in the best way.

the back of your throat felt like heaven and it sounded like your name, falling from his repeatedly mouth like a mantra. his hands and your own volition worked in tandem to bring you up and down his shaft. occasionally he would poke that spot in the back that made anton want to freeze space and time to feel it again. one of antons hands went to grip your shoulder. you moved a hand to hold his balls, experimentally squeezing.

anton was lifting his hips off the bed now. he held your head in place he gave your mouth slow strokes. he could feel it bubbling in his chest and he got even harder in your mouth.

“i’m so close.” anton whispered. he reached for your hand and you quickly gave it to him. he wanted to touch you, any part of you. he squeezed your hand he rested his hips on the bed. this didn’t you from taking him all the way again. anton could feel you gag on him and that made him swell with courage.

“babe where do you want it?” anton said

he looked down at you over his muscles. his abdomen was pulled tight underneath the skin to keep him from bucking into you. you were looking up at him already, eyes hooded. you kept sucking on him, not pulling away.

“in your mouth?” you nodded and moaned something that sounded like a yes.

“you sure you can take it all?” anton wishes he could sound controlled, but every other word was interrupted with a moan or a sudden jolt. he was amazed at how you were able to do this and make it look so easy. you were driven by his pleasure the same way he was with yours.

when you responded by taking him even deeper anton couldn’t hold it anymore. he hit that same spot in the back and your hand still massaging his balls made him moan expletives. holy shit and so good fell from his mouth over and over again. you took it all, still holding eye contact as anton came down your throat.

anton pitifully bucked into your mouth one final time as he laid spent on the bed. he slowly used the hand that was guiding your head to pull himself out of your mouth. he let out a gasp from lack of contact as his dick began to soften.

you looked at anton with a smile on your face. he reached a hand up to wipe away a dribble of cum that had found its way out.

“that was amazing. thank you so much baby” anton didn’t hesitate to bring you in for a million little kisses. he kissed you while rubbing the small of your back and pulled you close, missing all of you that he couldn’t touch.

boyfriend!sungchan x reader | 1.9k words

this is a mature work. minors do not interact

contains: blowjob and a little bit of cum eating (SAWRI)

sungchan was usually really in tune to your emotions. he was often teased for staring at you observing what you did in almost every situation. he couldn’t help it when everything about you he found so endearing. he couldn’t stop watching you and he believed knowing what you were thinking made him a better boyfriend. no matter how much he watched you, he could never guess what you wanted when it came to the bedroom.

to say you were unpredictable in bed was an understatement. when you would get handsy in between the sheet sungchan never knew what variation of you he was gonna get.

was he going to get the bossy version of you. this was the one that told him when and where to cum and touch you? sungchan liked submitting to you when you were like that. he would never admit it but he loved being bossed around. he could feel the stress from his day to day life melt off his shoulders when you told him to get on his knees.

sungchan also occasionally got the bashful side of you. this was the one that he had to egg on and strain his ear to listen to. sungchan really like the way that version of you moaned, quiet and gentle. he liked feeling your face when he said nasty things to the bashful version of you, you face hot to the touch. the way you would grip your shoulder when he talked about how wet you were or how you’d hide his face in the crook of his neck. he also enjoyed telling you to touch yourself when you are like that, teasing you until the very end. the end was always the best, that was when you were at your loudest.

sungchan loved all the versions of you that he got. this time was no different.

sungchan looked at you on the bed, fucked out from your recent orgasm. he would pull them from you meticulously and repeatedly. once he found out what drove you crazy you used that to his full advantage. it felt like an accomplishment each time, especially if he could get you to finish before even taking any clothes off. there were several times sungchan would have his hand down your pants and his lips on your neck, sucking any skin you had exposed. each time an orgasm would hit you like a truck, making you grip onto him for stability. sungchan loved that the most, becoming something that you can lean on coming down from your high.

sungchan put a hand on your bent knee. he rubbed the skin gently, moving it around in the air.

“you got another one in you mama?” sungchan still moved your bent knee in circles with your hand. he already knew you were spent. he had lost count of how many times you seized around him over the course of the night. you were usually out of it by the second one, but tonight you were insatiable. sungchan loved this version of you as well.

his hand creeped down your leg and you twitched when he got to your mid thigh. “is she too sensitive?” he asked with a pout.

you nodded you head while looking at sungchan.

“wanna take a break,” sungchan started palming your knee. when you shook your head, sungchan raised his eyebrow. “use your words baby.”

“can i suck your dick?”

sungchan couldn’t stop himself from smiling. you were so polite, eyes wide already crawling towards him on the bed. you had shed the effects of your nth orgasm and were ready to go again. sungchan wasn’t sure how to approach this situation. which version of you was this one?

“oh? you wanna make me feel good?” sungchan’s smile turned into a smirk. you nodded quickly, hands touching him everywhere.

sungchan loved teasing you, but it always gave him a guess on what you wanted from him in bed. if you were feeling defiant, you would stare at him with narrowed eyes. if you felt pliant you wouldn’t say anything, getting into the position you wanted him to take you in. the way you were nodding made sungchan a little harder, his member bobbing up and down.

“where do you want me?” sungchan could feel your hands all over him. they were shaking a little so he grabbed them, kissing each finger.

“standing. off the bed.” sungchan nodded and heeded your request. he liked it best when he was laying on the bed with your ass up in the air next to him. he loved being able to slip a finger into your heat or slap your ass while you sucked him off. it would always end with you laying across sungchan’s abdomen while he brought you to your climax. but your determined look was so cute he decided to listen to you.

when sungchan was off the bed, he reached out his hand to help you off the bed. you stood in front of him and sungchan used a finger underneath your chin to look up at him. sungchan had to lean down to bring you into a kiss. it was a simple peck from sungchan’s end but you quickly deepened it. you put a hand on the back of his neck and brought him closer. your other hand reached between your bodies, hand grabbing his dick. sungchan almost bit your lip in surprise when you tightened your hold on him. he broke apart from you with gentle hands on your shoulders pushing you back.

“wanna get on your knees for me?”

you nodded and got on your knees for your boyfriend. sungchan pushed his hair back as he looked down at you. he didn’t want to miss a second of this.

sungchan liked it most when you gripped his dick. he remembers telling you that your hold didn’t have to be weak, he preferred the hold to be a little stronger. you were a good listener, and fast learner. he felt secure in your hand, but lightheaded when you looked up to him for approval.

“you look so determined baby,” sungchan caressed your cheek while you licked from his base to tip. “but can you even take all of it?”

it was no secret that sungchan was bigger than most men. you made sure to let him know this the first time you had ever slept together. he didn’t want to brag about it, but it had taken you awhile to get accustomed to his size. he always thought that this was the reason why you didn’t ask to suck his dick very often. sungchan treated your mouth like a prize, so he let you do your thing.

sungchan placed his hands on his hip when you first took him into your mouth. you started with an angle that had sungchan poking into your cheek. he knew how crazy it drove him seeing the physical evidence of how big he was. putting your hands together or lifting you like you weighed nothing didn’t hold a candle to how sungchan could see himself inside of you. sungchan’s dick made contact with the gummy inside of your cheek again before he leaned his head back.

“i-i can barely fit in your mouth.” sungchan said, clearing his suddenly dry throat. you prove him wrong by taking in all of him, until your nose is touching his sweaty stomach and your hooded eyes look into his.

“push me if it’s too much sweetheart.” sungchan drops his hands back to his side as he slowly rocks into your mouth. you take it all in stride and he feels something swelling in his chest. the inside of your mouth closes around his dick and he puts a single hand to push your cheek to the side. this gives sungchan a new angle, one that is helping you better manage your breath.

sungchan wishes he could spend the rest of his life rocking into your mouth. he wants to last forever for you, at the very least until you pussy is not so sensitive. he just wants to make sure you’re fucked out and happy, pulling him close while your eyes drift to sleep. but right now you were on your knees in front of him, fondling the balls the way he liked and taking you all the way to the back of your throat. sungchan tangled a hand in your hair, letting you set the pace. you were starting to lose your composure the same way sungchan was. your blowjobs were usually prim and proper. but you had spit coming out the corners of your lips. sungchan couldn’t hold back a smile. sungchan put a finger underneath your chin to bring your gaze up.

“you’re such a good girl,” sungchan used his thumb from the same hand to wipe the corners of your lips. “but you make such a mess.”

like it was a cue for you, you pulled sungchan from your mouth. you fisted his cock, pumping it at a faster pace and sungchan started losing his reservations. he was fucking your hand now, still looking at you. you were focused on how his abdomen was moving in tandem with your hand. you kissed his tip, trying to stay in your right mind to keep up the same pace.

“turn around.” sungchan gripped your shoulders and turned you around, so your back was leaning against the edge of the bed. you broke the beat you had set, but sungchan resumed at a faster pace than before. he fucked into your hand desperately without you even having to move. you looked up at him getting lost in pleasure. he was such a tease, so much to the point he teased himself. sungchan would be cocky, trying to tell you how badly you wanted dick while his voice was breaking just from the thought of being in your mouth. you let him lose himself and you were grateful because you got to watch the show.

“where do you want it?” sungchan abandoned the version of himself that was arrogant, trying to keep his pleasure to himself. this version of sungchan was whiny and desperate and in a hurry because he couldn’t keep it together for much longer.

“on my chest, where i know you like it.” you said.

sungchan pushed your shoulders against the edge of the bed. he continued to rut into your hand and he had to look at you one last time before letting go. you bit your lip and sungchan was gone. he came to an abrupt stop when he first came. you took the initiative to continue pumping your hand at the same speed he was humping your hand. he whimpered and moaned a broken cry as he continued to make a mess on your chest. all sungchan knew was your hand and your name and your face and your body. all sungchan could think about was you and the red hot pleasure that burned all over his body. the flames turned to blue and then white when you didn’t let up on your speed. sungchan had almost collapsed his whole body against you on the side of the bed. he didn’t stop whimpering until he stopped your hand with his. you let go reluctantly, exposing your full chest to him. sungchan used his finger to spread his mess around. he brought a finger full of himself to your lips and you licked it clean. sungchan sat beside you on the floor as he came down from his high. you did the same to him, bringing a finger to his mouth and he sucked you finger, biting it slightly.

“i’m ready whenever you are.” you said smiling at sungchan, who was still trying to catch his breath. “but i think you’re the one who’s sensitive now.”

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flynnriderishot · 4 months

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PART 3 WAS SO GOOD IM HOPING THERES A PART FOUR BUT ALSO LIKE NO PRESSURE TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE ILY

scandals pt.4 - c.s

a/n: thank you so much 😭

warning: i suck at writing out apologies 😬

chris

morning, baby :)

we got some donuts if you want some

matt tried to take your favorite again but i had to fight him off for it

i miss you

you sighed softly as you read the last text.

you hated to admit it, but you missed him too.

while you guys were still technically together, the longest you went without his affection was when he was on tour and even then, nick and matt surprised him with your presence half way through it.

you knew it was wrong to brush him off for as long as you’ve been doing, but your feelings were genuinely hurt.

how could he believe that you would cheat on him? were you efforts to prove how much you truly loved him just ignored?

it’s been two years and he was ready to just give it up like that? without asking you the facts first? it was like he was just waiting for the excuse.

it was heart wrenching to think about.

and you no longer wanted to think about it. you wanted answers, you wanted forgiveness, you wanted to forgive him and move past it.

baby 🩷🩷👩‍❤️‍👨

come over?

chris

really?

give me 10

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the excessive knocking on your door was enough for you to know that chris was here.

if that wasn’t enough, matt’s honking was.

as you opened the door, you were greeted with chris standing there with a box on donuts in his hand and a small smile on his face.

“hi.”

you stepped back to let him in, waving at matt who didn’t leave until his brother safely made it inside.

“hi, chris.”

“i got you donuts.” his voice was soft, almost hesitant to speak.

“thank you.” you nodded, watching him place the treat on your counter, “i actually wanted to talk. about us.”

his shoulders dropped, voice cracking slightly as he turned to look at you, “are you breaking up with me?”

“what? no. i wanted to apologize for being so hard on you.” you were shocked that he assumed you were breaking up with him, but you could understand why he thought that.

“wha—?”

“it was wrong of me to completely blow you off, even when you were trying so hard to make it right.”

“no, no. i’m supposed to be apologizing to you.” he stopped your rant, taking your hand and moving so you were both sat on the couch,

“i accused you of cheating on me. i let one small thing almost ruin our relationship so quickly when i should have asked you first instead of cursing and blocking you before you had the chance to defend yourself.”

“chris—”

“i love you and i’m sorry for making you think that i didn’t trust you.”

“i love you and i’m sorry for refusing to speak to you when you were trying to explain yourself.”

chris let of a breath of relief, smiling sweetly in your direction, “can i kiss you?”

your eyes creased as you smiled. you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him forward to press a small kiss to his lips.

though it wasn’t enough, chris didn’t complain, “i’ll take what i can get.” he leaned forward, putting his body over yours, wrapping his arms around your body,

“i missed you so much.” his voice was muffled against your hair.

“i missed you more, baby.”

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newtkive · 3 months

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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

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lewkwoodnco · 6 months

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Heyy:) I just wanted to request a George x fem!reader one shot :P I totally understand if you don't want to write it or if you don't like the idea or anything but I was thinking a fic inspired by "wildest dreams" by Taylor? Just some silly teen romance vibes you know🤭 (and please no Angst or anything, I can't take that shit atm😔)

Wildest Dreams - George Karim x Reader

A/N: going to be taking a break from the requests in my inbox to work on my 12 days of fics series! (but will get back to them after im done heheh) I might have completely butchered this ask im so sorry BUT I made it as fluffy as I think it gets (w George at least), just had to do the 77 thing i have no self-restraint, also this poem is soso beautiful one of my absolute favesss but idk whats up with the formatting :(((, wc 3.3k!

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Subtle Bridges

Walking with me, you'd once pointed to the fragility and ingenuity of a spider's web. Subtle bridges, you said, On bridges some men hang. A warning that has stayed While I read history traced in blood and tears of men. I was caught in the end with a nest of books. They burned anyway, and now I bend to build an emperor's endless wall. Like a thread of longing the border runs in loops and bends, and along it we root the gravestones of nameless men. A king's metaphor, This is, history raised from ash and bone -- a symbol Of its vast futility, or of eternity. Which it is I do not know, But since leaving home some things have come clear. No one literally breaks from loss, not even here. And some ties won't give. I sometimes dream of you, and walking, in gardens where love and knowledge hang.

By Yvonne Koh

She was at the Kensel Green Cemetery with the rest of her team from Fittes, after being called down by DEPRAC because of a robbery. They had spread out over the building, looking for any sign of the missing relic or the culprit, when she heard a slow, grinding noise from inside the hall. She quietly crept in to the silhouette of a shadowy figure bent over the casket.

"Can I help you?"

The boy's head snapped up immediately, painfully slamming against the stone shelf behind him. She let out an involuntary gasp, briefly wincing at the hollow thunk.

"Didn't do it," he groaned, steadying himself against the wall. "...whatever it was that...someone did."

She squinted at him using the little light spilling in from the corridor. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her. Against her better judgement, she kept her voice down.

"This is a crime scene!" she hissed at him.

"I - what?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm not a thief, or a relic man. I promise."

Her eyes swept his scruffy appearance critically. "Why would I think that?"

"Ms L/N?"

She turned, momentarily speechless, barely registering the rustle of the boy stealing away into the darkness. She blinked against the brightness of Inspector Barnes' torch, glancing back to check that he really was gone.

"Everything alright?"

She paused for a moment longer, as if willing him to rematerialise in the corner he had been crouching in just a moment ago. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed. Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

"Must have been the wind."

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George was staring out the kitchen window glumly, lazily stirring his mug of tea. The weather was as pleasant as it got, and Lockwood had roused them all at the crack of dawn for a breakfast picnic, to 'boost morale.' Of course, George should have known better than to hold his breath, especially when loud angry voices had started to shake him awake when he had been halfway through groggily packing their picnic basket. Now, he sipped his cold tea through thin lips, listening to the slow, steady footsteps approaching the kitchen and the wan face belonging to them.

"Let me guess. You and Lucy are no longer in the mood for a picnic?"

Lockwood sombrely shook his head. George sighed, picking up the picnic basket. Seemed like a shame to let his slaving away go to waste. And he was still very much in the mood for the strawberries and cream he had packed inside. Which is why George had been heading out for a solo breakfast picnic with enough food for three when he heard a foreign voice stop him.

"George Casper Karim."

He looked up from the doorknob in alarm. It was the girl from Kensel Green Cemetery. He hesitated, trying to gauge her expression.

"Ex-employee of Fittes Agency, fired after six months for insubordination, currently a researcher at Lockwood & Co."

"Brilliant. Astonishing, really, how you've repeated my own job history back to me."

She frowned. He relished the stab of satisfaction. He'd had a shitty morning and was likely going to have a shitty day, so really, having a go at someone was probably going to be the highlight.

"There's no need to be rude."

"I think I'd know where I've been the past couple of years, thanks very much. Forgive me for not being more impressed."

Still looking a little disgruntled, she pressed on, firmly clutching the waist-high gate. "I've got a bone to pick with you, if you don't mind."

He eyed her warily, and decided against approaching her any further. "You can pick it just fine from over there."

She looked mildly peeved, but he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. After a few long, tense seconds, she relented, not that she was happy about it..

"So...you were right. You're no relic man."

That was quick. "Thank you. Have a nice day." He closed the distance between him and the gate in a few quick strides, pushing against it, but she pushed right back with a steely look in her eye.

"Don't know about the other bit, though."

He didn't like the look in her eye; the look of someone knowing something he didn't. His mouth went dry.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Might be more convincing if your associate hadn't mentioned a talking skull. Awfully difficult to contain a visitor without a ghost jar, wouldn't you say?"

He swore under his breath. "Fucking Lockwood can't keep his mouth shut."

"I don't expect DEPRAC takes kindly to thieves or hooligans-"

He let out a bark of laughter. "Hooligan? Me?"

"-or strange boys who break into places they shouldn't be-"

"You can't prove it was me."

"Wanna bet?"

A challenge. A dare. His mouth was already open to call her bluff when the self-satisfied smirk curling at the corner of her lip gave him pause. Lockwood wouldn't be much pleased if he gave DEPRAC another reason to steer the agency dangerously close towards closing. He wasn't like Lockwood or Lucy - he was careful, very careful. Too late George wished he had been a little more careful all those years ago in covering his tracks - but, to be fair, he had no reason to think anyone at Fittes would have been capable enough to put two and two together.

Until now.

"Look, why don't we...talk about this, like civilised people? I've got strawb - you like strawberries and cream, don't you?"

She sneered again. George was beginning to think that was just how her face looked.

"You want to bribe me with...strawberries...and cream?"

"It's not bribery. Just...a friendly chat. Agent to agent."

Which was how they ended up on a grassy hill at one of the meadows at the outskirts of London. He had never been there before, but Lockwood had remembered it as a prime spot for cosy family picnics.

"So what else do you know about me?"

She chewed a bite of scrambled eggs thoughtfully before responding.

"You're obsessed with the Problem. An obsession that made you an asset, initially."

She had heard that he was the one who had identified the visitor, Edmund Bickerstaff, but what she had had difficulty wrapping her head around was how he had managed to do it with only the vast yet imprecise volumes of the Archives at his disposal. Imagine what he could do with the carefully curated library at Fittes. She stared at him, trying to figure him out. There was a gentle breeze blowing and the slight movement made him look marginally more affable but not any more comprehensible. She let out the breath she was holding.

"You must have really screwed up for Fittes to have let you go."

He shrugged. "It was a long time coming. Fittes never really was the type of company I was interested in working at, and I was never the type of employee Fittes was interested in keeping."

"What about now? Have you ever considered leaving?"

"Why would I?"

"I've taken a glance at Lockwood & Co's financial records. You can't be making much, if anything at all."

"And go from being broke to being broke and homeless?"

"Homeless? What about your parents?"

"I visit them, occasionally, but they're a right piece of work. Last time I saw them was my grandmother's 77th birthday. I think there was a row but I can't be completely sure because I was a little, er, sloshed. The party ended, and I expect the champagne went flat, and my aunt was the last to leave. She was sitting on the floor with a merlot in her hand, and her voice was ringing through the halls. The curtains were burnt, my parents didn't talk to each other for a week, and one of my brothers had broken his hand. But I could never forget sitting in that empty dining hall, holding those sodden, scorched curtains, listening to her saying nothing lasts forever, nothing lasts forever."

The sunlight had a diffused quality to it, at least the little of it that managed to pour through the layer of clouds blocking the sky. The ashy light threw a powdery glow on George's face, and for a moment she felt as though she was in that dining hall with him, listening to those same laments. He glanced at her, and she felt a sudden, foreign uncertainty grip her heart.

"Now I feel really bad about lying."

His hand slipped, missing his mouth by a good couple of inches, nearly sending the contents of his glass down his shirt.

"Lie? What lie?"

"I kind of haven't, not really...actually spoken to any of your associates."

He chokes on his laughter, and when he throws his head back she wonders if she's ever seen anyone laugh as freely as him. It's a ridiculously enticing sight.

"Touché. Touché."

He looks at her in the eye, unabashed, with an unnaturally casual intensity. It almost feels impolite.

"So...yeah. Maybe I was suited to be a Fittes agent, once upon a time, but not anymore."

"That's a pity."

He looks at her weird, and she hastily changes the subject.

"Do you do this often?"

"What, taking strangers out for breakfast?"

"No. Bring a girl out here, feed her some strawberries and cream, maybe a Shakespearean sonnet or two..."

"I don't set much store in Shakespearean sonnets. I'm not...I'm not much of a poetry person."

There's something reserved in his face that makes her feel terrible for asking.

"I've really only read one worth remembering. Subtle bridges, you said, on bridges some men hang. Some ties won't give. I sometimes dream of you, and walking, in gardens where love and knowledge hang."

He bites into a strawberry, which stains his lips a bright red. She looks away a second too late.

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After reluctantly agreeing to keep the matter of the stolen ghost jar between the two of them, she never expected to see him again. And yet, as fate would have it, they crossed paths again roughly a week later. She and one of her teammates had been assigned to a Church to handle a relatively weak Type Two, when she heard a scuffling sound from one of the rooms whose door was ajar. Her teammate froze, and she didn't feel much braver either. They approached the room cautiously, rapiers at the ready.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

"Y/N?"

The glare from their flashlights blindly darted over the room before it settled on the floor, illuminating a bleeding George looking the worse for wear, hissing at the harsh florescent light.. She visibly relaxed.

"Oh. You again."

Lockwood and Lucy exchanged a look.

"Do you two know each other?"

A silence followed. George looked to be at a loss of words and she, too, couldn't quite find the right answer.

"We've...met."

They helped George up while Lockwood smoothly explained the situation, and how they would never dream of intentionally From the derisive eye rolls of his remaining, uninjured associate, there was clearly more to their presence than he was letting on, but she wasn't paid nearly enough to go through the trouble of finding that out. Apparently, they had already dealt with the Type Two, so she filled out her report as vague as she dared to be, while they wandered out to flag down a cab.

George lingered behind briefly, dabbing at his nose experimentally while she put the finishing touches to her file.

"We can't keep meeting like this, you know."

"Like what?"

She shook her head, surprisingly having to bite back a smile. "You're incorrigible. If you keep sneaking around for much longer I'll have to report you one of these days."

He pulled his face into an exaggerated sulk and ducked as she tried to smack him with her case report.

"Alright, alright!"

True to his word, their less-than-ideal meetings came to an end. Instead, they continued to occasionally meet at that serene, refreshingly Edenic sloping hill. She'd return from a client meeting or from scoping out a location and the front desk would have a message waiting for her, from one vaguely snippy anonymous man. Sometimes he'd be waiting at the hill with snacks, which she'd ravenously dig into, though he was less generous on the biscuit front. He tells her about the happenings of 35 Portland Row and his research and bounces his latest theory on the origins of the Problem off of her. She tells him about her week, and the bothersome, inept people she works with, and on their joint cases he's snarky towards all the right people. It makes her feel special.

On one such evening, they were lazing on a picnic blanket, and a pleasantly warm breeze was toying with their hair. George was looking at the severe, fragile branches encroaching on the powdery blue sky through heavily-lidded eyes. She was absent-mindedly fiddling with his surprisingly soft fingers, distractedly breathing in the faint, antiseptic smell of ammonia that clung to his clothes. She was thinking about how sharp he was and how quickly he picked up on details on their joint cases. No matter how many times she saw him pick apart a case with a carefully perfected elegance, she felt like a part of her would forever be in awe of his beautifully intricate mind.

"Sometimes I feel like your talents are so wasted here. Imagine what you could do with access to all of Fittes' resources."

"i don't need Fittes's resources to be a good researcher."

She watches the yellow daffodils tossing their heads back just inches in front of them through her eyelashes.

"i know you don't. It can't hurt, is all I'm saying."

"Why do you care?"

She paused. Why did she care? She cared about him, sure, but it was no different from how she cared about her teammates, her friends, but with George...it somehow felt more personal. She sighs irritably, releasing the bubble of frustration lodged in her throat all week. She just wanted what was best for him. It takes her a minute to come up with her hesitant response.

"I...don't know. I don't care. But sometimes I can't help but wonder...what if this was what you needed to uncover the root of the Problem?"

He half-laughs, but stops short at the sight of her face as she lifts her head off his chest. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"Y/N...statistically speaking -"

"All I'm saying is the answer could very well be in the Fittes library and you might be the only one who'd know where to look."

She lies down again, and whispers to the trees rather than George.

"Just...something to think about."

As time went on, their relationship began to bleed into more public spheres. She dropped by Portland Row occasionally, and they even had tea at her apartment once. On this particular afternoon, they were in George's room at Portland Row. She was looking through the titles on his alarmingly tall bookcases while he was at his desk, copying some runes from a book while telling her about his latest experiment with the skull. Her eyes roved over the titles restlessly, unseeingly, in a futile attempt to distract herself from her upcoming assignment. She let George's voice wash over her, pleasingly varied in tone and comfortingly familiar, soothing the itch in her brain. After a moment or two, she realises he's stopped talking, and looks up to see him staring at her with a frown on his face.

"Er, sorry. Drifted off there for a while."

"I guessed."

He studies her with an inscrutable expression and she's been caught too off-guard to come up with anything other than the letter burning a hole in her desk.

"You alright?"

She sits on a chair next to his and rests her chin on her knee, feeling oddly wooden. After getting to know George, she had taken the comfort of being able to somewhat predict his mannerisms for granted, and the thought of heading into this blind made her nervous.

"My team's been assigned a case outside of London."

"Oh. When?"

"We leave this weekend."

He looks too stunned to ask the question weighing on both their minds.

"It's for a month."

"A month," he echoes distantly, as if not quite sure what to make of that piece of information. His face remains impassive and she waits for a reaction which never comes. "What about that celebratory dinner?"

"We leave after it."

"Oh."

For someone who usually always had so much to say about anything and everything, his current conversational skills were desperately wanting. Say something. Be affected, she begs internally. She needs to hear him say it. She needs the sickness in her chest to be real, to be founded.

"It'll be...different without you." The careful look on his face makes her feel like he's picking out her emotions from her face and engineering an optimal response. "I'll miss you."

It doesn't comfort her in the way she expected it would. Suddenly, she can't even bear to look at him.

"You don't have to."

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Either George had decided that she needed some space or he was just as pissed as she was, because she didn't see one sign of him over the next few days. Good. She hardly noticed. The thousand times a day he crossed her mind were only out of relief, and nothing else. But as much as she pretended otherwise, by the time the celebratory dinner rolled around, his absence had taken a toll on her. She couldn't tell if she was hoping or dreading seeing him again.

She was on a balcony on the upper floor, looking miserably into the radiant foliage of the gardens below, where unfamiliar faces flitted with a lightness of heart she envied. Their shadows are tall and intertwine ceaselessly, making her dizzy. Her bags were packed, her ticket was waiting on her mantle, and all loose ends were tied up. Even her one chance at happiness for the rest of her life.

There's a rustle behind her and she turns to see George standing a considerable distance away from her. He's only marginally closer than the first time they met, properly, when he was standing outside their front door and she was pacing behind the garden gate. She wants to cry in relief. Instead, she finds it in her not to look away. Maybe it's the confusing lighting, but there's a soft edge to his face.

"I thought I saw you come up here."

She doesn't say anything; she's too happy to. And yet, a part of her is still deeply unhappy with the sight in front of her.

"Have you...tried the food?"

"...it's not as good as yours."

"You must be leaving soon."

"Tomorrow." The thought makes her want to rip her face off.

"You'll be back in a month."

She drummed her fingernails against the marble railing, carefully choosing her words.

"What if things change in a month?" What if, she wanted to say, you meet someone else who loves you better than I can?

"It's only a month."

"A whole month."

"I don't understand. Why are you so afraid?"

"Because - because you'd forget me. You'd forget me, and our memories would sink six feet under, and you'd move on and my heart would break and...you wouldn't care."

She's never felt this way about anyone before, and she doesn't know how to express how badly she needs him to stay.

"I don't want to go back to not knowing you, George."

The setting sun burns into her neck and all of a sudden, she feels unbearably hot. Her hair is plastered to her forehead and her hands feel clammy. Her face is flushed and she feels ridiculous in her dress. But he's here, and she's said it, so she lets herself dream, if only for a moment.q

"I think about you every day. One month, two months, three months...I'll wait."

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spaceyflowerswriting · 1 year

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goo oneshot of him being jealous of gun because the reader was extra clingy to him that day due to gun being busy and that the reader missed him that much (poly relationship) <33 ty! im in need of goo oneshots 😔😭😭

silly jealousy (goo kim x reader x gun park)

details: fluffy/crack oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you are in a poly relationship with gun and goo

summary: your boyfriend gun's been so busy, the one time he finally has time off you make sure to spend time with him. however, in the process, your other boyfriend begins to feel quite jealous, and petty dumb shit happens.

a/n: here u go, thank u for requesting :D hopefully this fills your goo oneshot needs 🙏

Okay, Goo knew why you were sticking by Gun's side all day, and he knew what to expect when he signed up for a relationship in which you would be a shared partner with his least favorite coworker, but come on, wasn't even this too much?!

Sure, Gun had been busy lately and that made you miss him so when he finally came home today you happily jumped into his arms but ever since then, Goo's only been given scraps of your love, attention, and time!

You kept sitting in Gun's lap while Goo would be off to the side awkwardly holding your hand, or he'd be third wheeling behind you two while walking down a sidewalk, and it was all becoming increasingly annoying for him.

What made this situation even worse was the smirks Gun kept giving him whenever he was doing something romantic with you.

Honestly, Goo had lost track of how many times he wanted to strangle Gun. That sunglasses wearing bastard was damn lucky you were around or else he'd be six feet under by Goo's hands.

Anyways, currently the three of you were eating dinner together. Or, trying to, because the tension in the air was a little too thick to be enjoying a home cooked meal together.

Or rather, a meal you and Gun made, because Goo was totally left out (not really, he's just being dramatic). Not to mention, Gun definitely intentionally splashed boiling water on Goo, meanwhile when Gun got stabbed a little, that was only by accident! You didn't have to yell at him for as long as you did...

At the very least, you patched them both up and now they both sat in their seats at the dinner table, Goo feeling a little dumb with his bandaged foot and Gun with a bandaged hand. You sat across from both of them, making them sit together since they apparently couldn't behave today when you were with one or the other for too long.

"How are you enjoying your meal, dear?"

Goo continued to stare down at his plate and poke at his food while you looked towards Gun and answered with a charming smile, "It's good!"

"I'm happy to hear that." Gun nodded, smiling back. Before he could say anything more, Goo started to scrape his plate, the grating sound cutting off Gun. He side-eyed Goo, who only continued to play it cool.

Your smile grew strained. "Um. What were you going to say, Gun?"

He brightened up just hearing your question. "Ah, I was going to talk about my work. Things have gotten interesting, would you like to hear about it?"

"Sure." You straighten up in your seat, showing you were listening as you continued to eat.

Meanwhile, Goo also began to eat. He mostly blocked out Gun's words and just paid attention to your expression changes. The cute surprise to the pretty grins from laughing made him swoon, but knowing they were being caused by Gun only added sparks to the flame of jealousy he had been trying to keep on the low. Kind of.

Suddenly, the urge to be a nuisance to Gun popped up like many times before and Goo knew he couldn't possibly deny it. So, somewhat discreetly, he moved an elbow and knocked down the spoon by Gun's plate.

Gun immediately glared at him and then turned to you to say, "Sorry, give me a moment."

Just as he bent down a bit to pick up the spoon, Goo grabbed his bandaged hand, tightly gripping on it with a very fake smile on his face. He almost wanted to laugh when he saw Gun narrow his brows and slightly squint an eye in pain, but instead said, "Let me get that for you! I'll get you a new spoon."

Gun huffed and pulled his hand out of Goo's grasp while Goo picked up the spoon and stood up to wash it and grab a new one. As he did so, he noticed you staring at both of them with a slightly suspicious look. He chose to pay it no mind and sat back down after setting down the new spoon by Gun's plate.

"Anyways..." Gun cleared his throat and continued his story, shortly finishing it afterwards. When he did, he looked Goo's way, a small, menacing smile on his face. "Why don't you say something? We've been leaving you out, haven't we?"

You began to look worried. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry if you've been feeling like that, Goo. And I know I already talked to you about why I was spending so much time with Gun today, but I didn't mean to neglect you."

Goo decided to ignore Gun acting weird and just felt relieved to hear your comfort. "No worries, I understand. But I want to hear about your day before I tell you mine!"

"Alright," you replied with a chuckle, before going on to describe your day.

The whole time Goo listened intently, he also had his guard up because he thought Gun was up to something with his menacing smile, but surprisingly nothing happened. The man just quietly ate his food and made comments when necessary to your words.

Meanwhile, Goo lead the conversation with you about your day, until you finished and asked about his day. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a yelp came out instead as he felt Gun dig his heel into his bandaged foot.

"GUN, YOU SON OF A--"

Your loud sigh cut off Goo and he started to feel slightly guilty from your facepalm. "Guys..." you trailed off. "Look, I'm sorry if I caused this tension by paying attention to Gun a lot today, but you guys are grown men. Not boys in high school. You can't be picking petty fights with one another over me."

Goo and Gun became silent, and the heaviness of it increased as you looked up from your facepalm with a deadpan.

Eventually, Gun said, "You're right. I was being immature. I'm sorry."

Goo just huffed. "I still think my actions are justified but since it's inconveniencing you, I will... try to stop." He gave you a small grin. "No promises though." You raised a brow and he added, "I will promise if you give me a hug though. And if we spend the night in my room watching a movie."

He felt a warmth of pride flow into his chest when your serious expression cracked a smile.

"Alright." You sighed softly and stood up from your seat, making a quick walk around the table to hug Goo, who also stood up to return it. He made sure to linger with his hug and then let you go with pink dusted across his cheeks.

"Thanks, I love you!"

"Love you, too, you dork," you hummed in reply, going back to your seat.

While you did that, Goo sat back down and turned to Gun with a smug look.

Gun stared, muttered something, and before Goo knew it, a fist came flying his way and you were yelling, "Can we please just have a normal dinner for once?!"

#lookism x reader #goo kim x reader #requests #bye i had way too much fun writing this KSJDBWJDKS #love gun and goo's dumbass dynamic so much <3

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mitsvriii · 4 months

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hello dear !! congrats on 300, 3 million next 🤞

now then, can i please have a handpicked bouquet from a nursery with roses + cosmos for either zhongli, freminet or neuvillette (i don’t mind!!)

thank you and congratulations once more ٩(^‿^)۶♡

if i could slow time

bell's notes: you cannot just drop those prompts with those characters and leave sir /gn erm 😐 /nm. breaking my heart ☹️💔😔 /lyr, also yes 3 mil for bell 🙏, dumbi 2 tril next 🫵, ty tho 💓, the 'right person wrong time' is not even noticeable im, this is so short i cannot, first time writing anything besides gn!reader so if it's inaccurate im so so sorry, not proofread

contents: zhongli x male!reader, mention of death, angst and fluff, 567 word count

summary: in which your soulmate hardly interacts with you, and the reason why is just as bad as the hurt of his ignorance

It was stupid. A crush you happened to work for has gone wild in the sense that you may or may not have noticed that his wrist was tainted with your name. This not only caused you to have an entire mental breakdown that you couldn’t let show physically, but you rushed out of the funeral parlor, nearly knocking down Hu Tao with your theatrics.

Not to mention, you thought Zhongli was either clueless, didn’t care, or was just naturally calm about things this extreme because he saw the man who was now his soulmate every day without a stutter, shake, or a cracked-up voice; unlike yourself. Who were you to complain, though? If he acted normal and made no big deal of it, it was most likely not a big deal, right?

You only groaned out annoyingly as you pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the smell of coffins as you helped a woman pick out one for her new-found lover who turned dead because of some freak mitachurl accident. To which you could only nod solemnly in response too, praying to the archons above that something like that wouldn’t happen to you before Zhongli decided to pay attention to you being his soulmate.

It was only a matter of time before the woman left that you quite literally had enough, and rushed to knock on Zhongli’s office door, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for him to open it. He couldn’t have let you inside at a better time before you brushed past him, albeit harshly, before turning around to face him.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Four words and you almost swore Zhongli blinked back a cry at them, a solemn smile playing at his lips before he sighed, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

The conversation was nothing like you had imagined in your head. No ‘I’m not into men’, no ‘There’s someone else, no ‘I’m not interested in having a soulmate, but an “I’m an archon” in its place. After letting the statement settle in, Zhongli continued with his explanation in a manner so calming that it almost made you regret your previous snap towards him just a few minutes ago.

He failed to converse with you about your souls being intertwined because he felt as if he would be burdening you with the truth that when you two got completely attached you would pass on before him, centuries before him if he was going to be honest; although it seems as if he was burdening you with the truth now.

You would grow and he would not, you would maybe adopt a child and they too would grow old and he would not, you would fear over time where you would leave him and he would not. He was afraid, afraid that you would worry so much about him and his sake of being with his soulmate, that you wouldn’t enjoy the time you spent together.

But in the end, you both agreed. The two of you would spend the rest of your time together in this world until it came for you to part, and no matter what had happened you wouldn’t feel the need to worry about what would happen to him after you eased to live.

“Because as long as I still can recall memories of you, I shall be fine.”

#🌹's #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #zhongli angst #zhongli fluff

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pomegranateboba · 5 months

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Arcana Twilight boys (+ summoner) in Mid Eartheim

Content: If the gang went on a road trip (i saw an obey me version and i had to do it sorry if it sounds similar)

Warnings: None that you should be concerned about, some Sirius abuse perhaps

Spica

he sits at the front passenger seat on the right (steering wheel on the left)

he and Vega fought for that spot, but Spica insisted, so Vega sits directly behind him

initially, he wanted to drive, but Summoner insisted, so he was stuck with the passenger seat, not that he was going to settle for anything less

nobody can convince him otherwise

he can take over if you're feeling tired of driving

it honestly can't be just me that finds the music on the radio terrible, please get him spotify premium so that his ears will survive the trip

luckily for him, Vega isn't a nuisance

he'll be fine, he's used to sitting down for long periods of time to do work, but he would still appreciate rest stops

you can hear this old man's joints crack when he stretches

he'll survive don't worry

Vega

he sits in the middle row, extreme right, directly behind Spica and in front of Alpheratz and next to Arcturus

he tried to get the passenger seat, but he lost to Spica so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he will try to talk to you and engage in conversation

he will also advise you to be careful when driving, he doesn't want to end up in a car accident within the first 1km

"Summoner...please slow down. You're going over speed limit"

which means other bad drivers worry him as well

would blow up other cars if it means you won't be injured

talks to Arcturus sometimes

just looks out the window most of the time

more spotify premium for this one as well

at rest stops he'd definitely try to talk to you before anyone else (read: Sirius) takes your attention away

im sure he'll be fine

Arcturus

sits in the middle row, in the middle, in between Vega and Pollux

initially i wanted to put him in the back, but poor boy is uncomfy around Sirius, and Alpheratz isn't really gonna talk to him

might as well put him with Poll and Veggie

i think i just saved his life there

insert Arcky appreciation here

he would be super chill though, he would definitely strike conversation with you

might bring some knitting tools along to help pass the time, maybe also more spotify premium for the orange boy

talks to Pollux a lot too, as well as Vega

we love Arcky

would chat with you during rest stops

he's our lucky charm honestly, couldn't survive without him

Pollux

sits in the middle row, extreme left, directly behind Summoner, in front of Sirius and next to Arcturus

stars help this boy

Sirius would be kicking his seat like the sadistic little shit that he is

he and Sirius would be constantly arguing

more like Poll getting mad and Sirius laughing at him

he tried to stick his head out the window when Summoner was going way over speed limit and bro got absolutely annihilated

he says Sirius was the one who asked him to do it

rip pretty pink hair 😔

would always turn back to fight with Sirius, which makes them both 90% of the noise combined

cannot wait to get to rest stops, he cannot stay still

would buy a shit ton of candy and just pile it up because he's a tiny pink gremlin

he learned his lesson and only stuck his hair out the window only when Summoner is obeying traffic rules

Alpheratz

sits in the back row, extreme right, next to Sirius and directly behind Vega

he chose the back because it was the most quiet-ish, and it was dark enough for him to nap

brings along a neck pillow and leans on the side of the car

also brings noise-cancelling headphones, because Pollux and Sirius (plus spotify premium)

if the trip is long, he'd sleep through majority of the drive

the others would have to drag him out during rest stops

is super chill

has an arm wrapped around a handle or his seatbelt in case Summoner decides that it would be a fine day to drive recklessly

wouldn't bother anyone, bro would be asleep most of the time anyways

100% chance of surviving

Sirius

oh stars here we go

i have a lot to say about this one

he sits in the back row, extreme left, next to Alpheratz and directly behind Pollux

he wanted to sit close to Summoner, but by majority votes, he has been put at the very back

Vega suggested taping Sirius to the roof of the car, and Pollux was fully supportive

however neither Summoner nor Spica wanted to be pulled over by the cops so the back seat was the next best option

annoys the crap out of everyone, especially Pollux and Summoner

kicks Poll's seat because he is a menace to society

backseat driving intensifies

"Summoner, what if you turned around very abruptly and started charging in the opposite direction extremely quickly?"

"I'm not gonna do that."

"You're no fun, Summoner~"

"I hate you"

"♡~"

(cue very intense glaring at Sirius through the rearview mirror by Veggie)

tries to snatch Summoner away from Vega at rest stops

denies it when Pollux accuses him of making him stick his head out the window the first time

"How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing. I would never engage in behavior as such. Summoner, you believe me don't you?"

"MC DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HE'S LYING"

(insert sighing here)

that one time Summoner was tired of driving, Sirius tried to take the driver's seat before being stopped and lectured by Spica

we would certainly have higher chances of survival without Sirius, but then again where's the fun in that :)

Bonus

yes Summoner would break random traffic rules on their own, but immediately goes back to being a good driver when Sirius tried to egg them on

They all just share one spotify premium family account, so its way cheaper (because we're all broke 😔)

they discovered halfway through the trip that Castor had snuck in and was hiding in the trunk in the form of a cat

Pollux almost beat the shit out of Castor

(no Castors were harmed in the making of these headcanons)

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight headcanons

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strawberrycircuits · 6 months

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Thoughts on Aperture Desk Job Cave Johnson lore?

im admittedly a little unfamiliar with ADJ (< no steam deck 😔) but my general opinion is that while I certainly find it an interesting concept i do think it fucks with the lore and meaning of the games a little too much for me. the thing that draws me in is the absolute tragedy of glados, in that she was forced to be subject to the very things she'd watched and facilitated for years-- unethical science that preyed upon the most vulnerable-- which she only did because she was a woman in the 1940s who was a scientist, damn it, and if turning men into monsters and letting people break their legs on blue paint was what she has to do to get a foot in the door then so be it. it's when cave seeks a means to cheat death that her ultimate powerlessness in this situation all comes crashing back down, and suddenly SHES the one being monitored, experimented on, irrevocably changed because cave decided it was the role she had to play. the whole reason this happens is because cave dies and his apparent last decree to the company amounted to "hell, pour her in my computer, i don't care" before that final attempt to slip through the cracks, that final push to avoid the consequences of his actions finally fails and his efforts to circumvent his own death at the hands of his own science is all for naught. i feel like implying cave WAS able to cheat death and that he DID succeed and that they just? did that shit to caroline and gave her control of the facility just because?? kind of cheapens the whole thing. there's certainly interesting things to be done with the concept but the person to do that probably isn't me, sorry.

gradys fucking awesome though i will say that. absolute highlight of the entire thing

#I had things to say on cave and caroline but my brain is foggy and I also want a chance to replay portal 2 before i tear into those two #the tldr of it is: they are both understandable and even sympathetic figures but neither of them are innocent. far from it #and that does mean caroline since everyone likes to pretend shes a ditzy secretary and not. the basis for glados's consciousness.#like... she was caves assistant. while they were creating mantis men and giving people cancer just because. She Knew What They Were Doing #And That Still Wasnt Enough For Her To Leave The Company For 40 Years

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badh6bit · 7 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ bloodsucker

synopsis: shu yamino’s identity as a vampire is nearly exposed because of a tomato.

content: drabble (?) , vampire!shu , they’re in highschool , no shipping , ft luca ike and mysta (sorry kindreds 😔) , shu is in fact NOT a bloodsucker , shu is a vampire fruit bat , crack fic kinda?? , not proofread , im writing for their personas/characters NOT the actual people

shu and his family have been living amongst humans for hundreds and hundreds of years now, without any suspicions surrounding them. they have been one of the longest surviving vampire families and they plan to keep it that way. they are extremely cautious of vampire hunters and must move to the next city immediately to avoid being caught.

this is how shu ended up in his new high school, and surprisingly, he had an easy time adjusting. he made friends quickly, aced nearly every assignment and test given (ignoring the fact that he’s hundreds of years old uhh..), and participates in extra curricular activities.

things were going smooth for shu! until one day he decided to invite ike, mysta and luca over to finish a school project together.

it was the afternoon and the four boys looked as if they could faint any moment. luca had wrapped a towel around his neck to keep him from sweating, ike definitely wore a turtle neck on the wrong day and mysta was using his textbook as a fan

“jeez shu where’s you air conditioner?!” mysta groaned as he started to fan himself aggressively. despite being vampires, shu’s family couldn’t afford an air conditioner. instead, his mother bought a cheap electrical fan she found in a run-down furniture store.

seeing the three of them suffering from the extreme heat in his room started to make shu thirsty. i think there’s tomatoes in the fridge, he thought, ill try to excuse myself to get some.

“maybe there’s a better working fan in the living room somewhere,” shu smiled, trying hard not to make it look like he was lying, “i’ll be back in a second.”

shu stood up from the floor and walked out of his room, he could hair mysta’s pleas to hurry as he shut the door.

shu made his way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. inside, he found one last tomato left. finally! he plopped himself in front of the open fridge and sank his fangs into the ripe tomato. if this wasn’t one of the best feelings ever, shu didn’t know what was. but soon this relaxing moment for shu would be over in seconds, as-

“hey shu! have you se-“ luca walks into the kitchen, stopping as he sees shu sat on the floor. awkwardly, shu turns his head around meeting his gaze. oh frick. the red juice from the pierced tomato dribbles down his chin and onto the tiled floor.

the loudest shriek ever made resonates around the room as luca began scrambling back. “SHU WHAT THE HELL??” his high pitched squealing combined with the most ear piercing yell alerted both mysta and ike into the kitchen.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” mysta exclaims, ike following right behind him. luca’s arm trembles as he points towards shu’s direction, “sh-shu..he-“

“SPEAK DAMMIT-“

“HE’S A VAMPIRE!!”

the room goes silent for a few seconds.

shu sighs as he slowly stood up from the floor, placing the tomato back into its confines and closing the door shut. he walks towards the three other boys slowly in a calm manner, “listen, i can expl-“ shu is cut off by both mysta and luca’s screams as they desperately held onto each other for support.

oh come on.

ike groans loudly at the pair’s idiocy and turns towards them, “are you guys kidding iTS TOMATO JUICE!” the room, for the second time, goes silent for nearly a minute. it almost seemed like time had stopped

their blown out eyes began to relax as they slowly let go of each other.

“uh yeah, i-i was just kidding!”

“i totally knew that?!”

ike rubs his temples as he looks back at shu in shame, “i’m so sorry shu, these two are so dramatic.” shu smiles while shaking his head, “nah, you guys are good.”

thank you, ike! shu silently cheers as the boys head back into his room.

“did you at least get the fan, shu?”

“nope!”

after about 20 more minutes of studying and hard work between the group, the boys were ready to head back home. shu waved the others goodbye as the three of them turned the street.

phew, i’m so glad that didn’t escalate too quick, shu thought to himself as he leaned against the doorframe, i should play valorant.

and with that, shu’s totally normal average teenager life can continue without any slip-ups!

i think.

author’s note(s): small fic for almost Halloween?.!.?.? i was inspired by the official art of vampire shu he looks so cool OMGGGG hope ygs liked it even tho it’s a little rushed.. 👍👍

#*°:⋆ₓₒ cali’s aus #nijisanji #nijisanji en #shu yamino #shu yamino drabble #shu yamino fanfic #luxiem #luxiem fanfic #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #mysta rias #vampire shu yamino #vampire #halloween #not really horror #crack fic #nijisanji en fanfic #nijisanji en drabble #this is bad

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threadbaresweater · 6 months

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Hi Lin! i'm sorry to hear about your neck. just know i empathize to the core and i feel you. hope you're ok and that the injury is not too serious 🥺

Last week i had to take 3 days off work because i couldn't move AT ALL from my neck to my back too! couldn't drive. couldn't look up or down or left or right. so yeah, it sucks ass and it hurts bad.

to hopefully bring a smile, i'll clarify the dynamic of the accident, for context. my entire back literally cracked the moment i SLIGHTLY turned around to wipe my ass after taking the fattest shit known to man 😔... THE AUDACITY AND HUMILIATION

anyway, all this to say that the back and neck pain gang is with you!!! im sending you the warmest hugs for the best recovery 🫂❤️

Oh my goooooooodddd I opened this right before we started choir practice tonight and I was howling, but I couldn't tell anyone about it. I just said that a friend send me a funny story and left it at that 😂😂😂

I'm so glad you shared, and I hope you don't mind if I answer this publicly (if you want I can take it down!). But OH MY GOD the relief you must have felt when it finally all snapped back into place! I'm craving that sigh of relief, but it's not coming. I have iced it, sat with a heating pad, my husband has rubbed and kneaded it, but it just isn't getting any better. I think I know what happened and I feel silly about it, though it's not as funny as your experience.

I was in the emergency room two nights ago for some cardiac related symptoms. While the tests they did all came back fine, I was hooked up to a heart monitor for about 6 hours, the screen for which was positioned behind my bed. Me, in my worry, kept turning around to peer at the ekg readings to make sure they looked "normal", as if I'm a doctor and could tell those things. I bet I turned around a few dozen times in that six hour time span, so it's no wonder I've botched up those muscles. I'm hoping I'll have some relief tomorrow after some more rest and heat/ice/ibuprofen.

You made my night! 😂😂😂

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helloescapist · 7 months

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hiya! im the anon with the spider mother ask! i've read it like 10 times now, it's so goood - i love the name chinatsu and its meaning (a thousand summers), referencing the reader's desire to give spider mother as long of a life as possible. In fact, it kinda reminds me of a quote from the movie "A Monster Calls", where the (dying) mother of the mc says "I wish I had a hundred years, a hundred years I could give to you."

speaking of which, why did the reader have to die 😔 now I'm sad lmao

at least chinatsu is safe and alive (for now). I headcanon that she was found by lady Tamayo and turned into a human alongside Nezuko

-Vee

Hello Vee!

I am SO SO happy to hear you loved it <3. Ah brought my heart so much joy!

For a moment there, I lived in fear that I had exposed you to Sunrise Countdown Arc spoilers, and I nearly cried! *phew*. But for anyone who *may* not know, I'll do a see more.

*clears throat*

So, just like you may have seen in my Parallel Paths shorts for Gyutaro, for some requests, it's easier for me to create a character to depict and allow it to gude me to its story. [I sound cracked I know...]

Anyways, for this character, she was so heavily based off of the tales of Ubume. A good portion of the Japanese depictions arose during 1185-1603, following the Heian era in which Muzan was a human. Because of this, it felt fitting as a woman who knows of Muzan's weaker points, much like Kokushibo. For me, it made more since to her to have been created during this time frame... which means, I think she would have at best lived like Yushiro.

I ADORE the idea that Chinatsu being forced from her side as a latch ditch effort, to be found by Tamayo, oh my heart. Especially with the line you shared from A Monster Calls-- perfection. Which to me, proves the fem!Uppermoonreader's sacrifice, that much more important. It signified how much she cherished Chinatsu, that for her, the little demon was not "Spider mother," but her own daughter. The truth of her maternal love the reason why she would be willing to sacrifice everything if it just meant her child had a chance. If she had been saved by Tamayo, I think the reader still would have died, or been forced to live like Yushiro... living after her child had passed would have only been a crueler fate (at least to me).

Also, I admit, I tend to lean towards angst endings. 😂 I'm a guilty shit. I'm sorry lol.

buuuuuut--- just think... in the modern world, perhaps they've been reunited. 🥺 I wonder if I can find time in my schedule to write.... no. no... maybe? Maybe. Thank you for the ask <3

#🍡tsuyospeaks #a thousand summers #oh god i feel a pt2 coming on

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years

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You Think So? || [D.M.]

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anon: reader falling asleep on draco’s lap in the common room and wakes up to hearing him ramble to his friends about how much he loves her😁?

Prompts:

you’re comfy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Requested?: yes

Summary: The reader wakes up to Draco talking about her to his friends in that way.

Words: 1.5k

Category: FLUFF

Warnings: not a warning but hehe frenemies to lovers

A/N: ok this is just short im so sorry it took so long i felt uninspired with it 😔

“I hate that Umbridge woman! I hate her with every single inch of my body.” [Y/N] storms into the Slytherin common room in anger. “I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone harder than Malfoy.”

“Did I just hear my name come out of your mouth, [Y/L/N]?” He had entered the common room, shutting the door to his dormitory silently as Slytherins shuffled past. Some just wanted to rest while the others mumbled something about ‘hogging the good spots.’

“Yes, yours and the entirety of your ancestors. You’re not so special, you know.” [Y/N] seated herself in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance like fairy folk. She almost flinched from the rolled-up piece of paper getting thrown from behind her — Pansy had crumpled up the second essay she tried to make and had thrown it into the fire. [Y/N] would have launched into a full-on lecture on why you shouldn’t waste paper but she didn’t even have the energy for that.

“I don’t know, she’s not that bad.” Draco seated himself on the couch and bobbed his leg up and down, and [Y/N] could just see it clearly from her peripheral vision. It irritated her deeply.

“Stop that.”

He did it faster, a cocky grin on his pale face.

“Stop that! Oh, you — !” Fists clenched, she stood up and approached the boy. His face widened in fear, but soon reddened instead when she plopped down on his lap and looked up at him. “That ought to shut you up.”

Her.

On.

His.

Lap.

Unironically.

Draco gulped, as if it would keep him from turning into a literal tomato. He cleared his throat. “What’s this?”

She scowled up at him and brought her the back of her palm up to her eyes. “Shut up, Malfoy. You’re comfy and I’m tired.”

Pansy let a out slow whistle as she walked over to Blaise’s sofa and sat on the arm, a suggestive smile on her face. “Yeah, Draco, she’s tired.”

The other three continued talking about class and the teachers. After the rest cracked jokes and realized [Y/N] had not moved or at least giggled, they fell into a different kind of silence. All eyes were on Draco now.

“What d’you got there on your lap, Malfoy?” said Blaise. Draco scowled once more. When Draco didn’t respond, Pansy took it as an indication of her turn to nag.

“Why don’t you stand up, Malfoy?” The two giggled as they watched Draco cross his arms (gently, as to not wake her up).

Pansy stood up from the chair’s arm and walked over to take a peek at [Y/N], who was resting peacefully in Draco’s lap, her hand now gone from her face. “Oh, I don’t blame you, she looks peaceful.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” said Draco in the most sultry voice. This earned snickers from the other two, and so he cleared his throat. “I mean, she’s so all over me.”

Looking back down on the girl on his lap, he found himself wishing he could trail the wrinkles on her face. If she knew he was thinking about this, she’d squeeze his ear and accuse him of making fun of her insecurities. He passed off a laugh as a sound of understanding as Pansy and Blaise talked about something else he did not know about, for he was busy studying her.

Slowly, the common room started to empty and the conversation went back to them. “So, Draco, when’re you waking her up?” asked Blaise, who was now sitting in front of the fireplace, arms crossed. “You haven’t moved for a while now.” Pansy laughed along with him.

Truth be told, Draco’s back ached, but he couldn’t bring himself to push her off of him. She was too peaceful. . .

The two bursted into laughter. [Y/N] stirred in her sleep, shifting and now facing his chest, eyes still closed. “You’re gonna wake her up!” He hissed.

“Do you not want her to?” asked one of the two. Once again, he didn’t know who. What the heck was he feeling and why?

Draco wanted to argue, but it was far more foolish to deny it. “Maybe I don’t.”

Blaise let out a slow whistle, and pulled something shiny from his pocket and slapped it into Pansy’s palm, which was held out before her, a triumphant grin stretching on her face. Draco’s face must’ve been question enough, for Pansy stood from the fireplace to occupy the other couch and started talking.

“I knew you’d fold first.”

“What do you mean fold?”

“He betted [Y/N] would catch feelings before you. I knew better!” Pansy held out a miniature jar between her fingers as the sound of Galleons sounded from inside it. “So you fancy her, yes?”

“What? No! It’s just rude to wake someone up like that.” Draco’s eyes fell to [Y/N]’s sleeping figure again.

“Oh, please, when have you ever cared for that crap?”

“He’s a romantic now. How cute.” Blaise stood up from the floor to pace around the room. When Draco didn’t speak, Blaise trudged back to the spot in front of the fireplace again, but facing Draco. “So do you fancy her?”

“No,” he said rather defiantly, as the other two exchanged glances. “Yeah, I guess. . .Maybe?”

“I knew it again!” Pansy rose from her seat in exclamation, laughing at Blaise’s face, pointing. “You’re bad at this.”

“Come on, Malfoy, I’m betting on you. What’s with the sudden mushiness?” Blaise dug his hand into his pocket again. This time, he had to walk over to Pansy to drop five galleons into her palm.

“That’s ten galleons, Zabini.” She in turn put her winnings into her own pocket. When the banter died down, they started asking questions he would rather not know the answer to.

Since when, Draco? ‘What do you mean ‘Since when?’

Why? ‘What?’

So are you going to ask her out to Hogsmeade next weekend? ‘I’m not.’

Why not? ‘I don’t—’

You probably should—

“Alright, stop. I kinda like her. No — do not interrupt me — I will not ask her out to Hogsmeade. But, sure, I guess I do like her which, now as I say it, sounds peculiar because I’ve spent my entire life at Hogwarts exchanging insults with her. But, I mean, look at her. She’s. . .peaceful. Like, how could someone be divine and chaotic at the same time? It’s not that I like her that way, but, I mean, she’s on my lap and—”

“Boo, you sound like Potter. ‘I mean, she’s— I mean, she’s—‘ This is too mushy for me, I’m out. Good night, toads.” And with a snap, she yawned and went to her dormitories, Blaise going soon after as well, yawning as he walked away.

Draco looked down at her face again. “You really do look beautiful, though.”

“You think so?” Her eyes fluttered open, and he could’ve sworn he almost flipped over the sofa as she stood up from his lap. He honestly wanted her to lie back down. [Y/N] looked back at his panic-stricken face. “Well, that’s charming. Keep your mouth shut, would you?”

“You— You heard all that?” inquired Draco, the horror not leaving his face.

“Yeah, they laugh too loud.” She yawned.

“No arguing on that one.”

Just like Pansy and Blaise did, Draco and [Y/N] laughed together. She saw his shoulders relax, the tension all gone now. “Woah, woah, no kissing yet. My breath smells bad right now.”

He didn’t respond.

“What, no insulting retort? That’s new.”

“What do you mean yet?”

“I like you too, dimwit.” In every single conversation they had, Draco had a smirk or a smug grin or at least a hint of either of the two on his face but right now as he stared back at her, he was only watching her curiously. “And I think we should go to Hogsmeade first before getting all mushy, to quote Pansy.”

Once again, he didn’t respond.

“You know, for a Slytherin, you’re not so cunning and ambitious, huh?”

“What?”

She paid what he said no mind. “Well, I’m happy to inform you I’m very much the two of those.” [Y/N] hopped up from the sofa and leaned back down, her face dangerously close to his. “I’ll see you at Hogsmeade.” She went closer, and he thought she was gonna kiss him but she only pressed her lips against his cheek.

What just happened?

“Good night, Draco.” But as she began to march back to the dorms, Draco finally found his voice and so went after her, pulled her by the wrist, and pulled her into him.

“Wha — ?”

No questions were asked as he pressed his own lips into hers. There was no way she’d have the last word. When he pulled away, the smug look was present once more.

“No,” he said, tucking a stray strand of hair into her ear. It was her turn to look dumbfounded. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

And with that, he turned away and marched into his dormitories as he childishly planned the date in his imagination and thought about how much he’d very much want for her to sleep on his lap again.

Taglist: @gingerale2017 @fives-cup-of-coffee @hey-there-angels @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts

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manjiroro · 3 years

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Heyyyyyy! I really loved the itadori Yuji reader post and I loved it so much and I had a good laugh at it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I really hate to ask you this when your requests are closed. But when your requests are open again.

Can I request itadori again same characters but…god. I have two options but you can pick one. I’m really sorry for being like this. I’m really am. 😔

1) them meeting everyone at jujutsu high, like the teachers & students even panda. Plus the Kyoto students.

2) when they found out that Reader died at the mission but came back to life and kept their death secret. Then surprising them saying “Hey! OPP!” and leaving them shocked.

Again I’m so sorry for asking you this when your requests are closed.

hey! OPP!

characters: baji, chifuyu, mikey, hakkai, draken, pehyan

content: fluff, gender neutral, slight crack

hello~~ thank you for requesting!! im so glad you liked it 😭😭 and no worries!! it's okay~~ i'm not gonna go too in depth about them being sad over the death cuz i actually felt bad for making them sad HWJDHQ also for your other request i’ll write that too so dont worry!!

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy~~

b a j i

baji will be much more violent after finding out about your death

more cars are being burned and more people are getting beaten up

he was just super upset and he needed a way to vent

that was when he heard the doorbell ring

opening the door, he sees a huge box, he cocks his head to the side, confused as to what it was

and when you popped out, yelling "Hey! OPP!"

his mouth was hung open, he couldn't believe that you're there right in front of him when you're dead

"y/n..? is that really you..?"

"yeah! it's me kei! i died for a moment and i was brought back to life!"

baji immediately brings you into a bone crushing hug

he lightly sniffles

after a while though, he comes to realisation that you had been revived and you didn't bother telling him

he gets pissed, tackling you to the ground

"the fuck, why didn't you tell me anything about you coming back to life????"

"i wanted to surprise you kei..."

he shuts his mouth, he really wants to be angry at you but after hearing that, his anger slowly dies down

he sighs before flicking your forehead

"don't scare me like that. i really thought you died."

"i'm sorry kei, but.. you were really affected by it huh."

"what do you mean?"

"i saw the news... the amount of cars burnt and people getting hurt.."

that's when his cheeks had a slight pinkish tint to them

the poor boy was embarrassed

he slowly gets up and walks back into the house

leaving you on the floor outside

you banged on his door to let you in but poor baji is trying to recover from the embarrassment of him venting so badly that it ended up on the news

c h i f u y u

chifuyu would be the one to pray to you everyday

the thing that he finds weird is that you didn’t have a grave?

because he’ll definitely go visit your grave but he can’t

he has this small sliver of hope that you’re still alive but it’s very slim considering you never answer his text or calls

and when he goes to your place or ask about your whereabouts, no one will answer the door and everyone would say the same thing that you were dead

when you surprised him, chifuyu immediately engulfs you into a hug

“hey! OPP-”

before you can even finish, you were tackled into a strong hug

chifuyu cups your cheeks while examining your features

“are... you.. really alive..?”

you could feel that he was slightly shaking, face pale and sweat forming on his forehead

you placed your hand over his, turning your head to press a kiss into his palm

“yes, fuyu, i’m really alive.”

chifuyu is breaking down right then, burying his face into your neck, crying and sniffling as relief washes over him

be prepared to have him cling onto your side 24/7

even if you needed to go to the bathroom, he’ll stand beside you or outside to wait for you

he’ll be constantly hugging you, there is no escape

after he gets over his overwhelming amount of feels, he’ll ask you what happened

“ah~ i was revived and i had to keep it a secret~!”

he deadpans at you, slightly shocked, slightly offended, slightly disappointed

“couldn’t you have at least told your boyfriend that you were indeed, alive?”

“nope, gojo sensei said i couldn’t do that. oh! but i wanted to surprise you when he said i could, so how was it?”

“i-it was great babe!”

chifuyu couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you that the way you revealed yourself was kind of lame

m i k e y

oh no, mikey’s gonna lose it

when he hears the most important person to him had died, he was super upset

he was broken already and for him to lose you broke him even more

you were hoping to wait it out longer before you could surprise him

but seeing him so upset made you feel bad, so you had to surprise him asap

so when you popped out of the box, yelling “hey! OPP!” at him, he deadpans

you could feel yourself sweating nervously at his reaction, was he mad? was he relieved? his face was just so hard to read

he sighs, before laying his head on your shoulder, slowly wrapping his arms tightly around your waist

if it weren’t for his arms slightly shaking, you wouldn’t have guessed what he was feeling

he eventually brings you into his room and the both of you would cuddle on his couch

you being the big spoon, while he smooshes his face into your chest, inhaling your scent and listening close to your steady heartbeat

he’ll make you thread your fingers through his hair and he wouldn’t let you go because he definitely misses your touch and presence

“are you really real?”

he would mumble from time to time in your chest

“yes mikey, i am alive.”

“then why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

you looks up at you with a small pout on his lips

“i wanted to surprise you..”

he flicks your forehead before resuming his original position in your arms

“don’t do that. you really scared me.. don’t wanna lose you..”

you could tell he was slowly drifting off to sleep from how his words were slightly slurred

h a k k a i

hakkai is gonna be devastated

i’m sure you mean the world to him so he’s not gonna handle it well

he’s gonna be constantly thinking about you and thinking about the things he should’ve done when you were alive

when you surprised him though, he just stares at you in shock

eyes wide, and the colour drained from his face, he thought he was hallucinating

while the smile on your face slowly drops into a concerned look

“hey hun... are you okay..?”

“am i dreaming?”

“no hun, i am alive. i was revived again and i wanted to surprise you..”

he still stands there, he’s in disbelief and he’s a little hesitant to go near you

so you have to go up to him and give him a big hug to let him know that you are indeed real and that he wasn’t dreaming

the days after that though, he’s still in disbelief

often asking people if he was dreaming and that if they could see you

to which they all replied yes, they could see you

so after that confirmation, he takes the time to do everything with you

he’s worried that you might die for real anytime soon

so he makes sure that you have a lot of fun with him and that he wouldn’t have any regrets if you actually go

he’s also bolder than usual

being the one to hold your hand and not hesitating to put his arm around your waist

you definitely could tell that he was afraid to lose you for real

hakkai will also tell you how much he loves you more often

the both of you would be sitting together and he’ll just bring you into his lap

nuzzling his face into your neck and tell you just how much you mean to him and the amount he loves you

d r a k e n

oh man, he’s gonna seem as if he’s doing okay when really he misses you so bad

he kinda blames your death on himself

he sometimes wonders if he could’ve been there to help you or save you

when he sees you at his doorstep, in your pose, he’s actually dumbfounded

sure he’s happy that you were right there in front of him, breathing and living

but at the same time he’s like ‘what the fuck’

still, he would definitely run up to you to hug you, to make sure that you are indeed living

pressing his ear up against your chest to listen to your heartbeat

he’s gonna be clingy

which is not usual for draken so you’re kind of confused

you didn’t expect him to act this way

“baby, why’re you more affectionate than usual?”

you’d ask him when he has his body clung onto your side

“what do you mean, you were dead for a few months babe, let me be.”

you can’t help but to laugh at how adorable he sounded then

“aww, kenny~~ aren’t you adorable~~”

he buries his face harder into your arm, trying to hide his red face

usually he would detach himself from you and hide his face that way

but he really can’t bear leaving your side at the moment

“how are you even alive anyway?”

“oh, i was revived right after my death and sensei told me to keep it a secret.”

draken has never detached himself so fast from you IDWHWPI

he’s gonna be salty about that but he can’t possibly stay mad at you forever

so he’s still gonna be as affectionate with you but he’s thinking about how he was going to get back at you

p e h y a n

he’s gonna be much more quiet than usual

pehyan will zone out more often

and he’ll also be much more aggressive

he sees you as someone who has taught him and loved him unconditionally

so with you gone, he feels empty

when you show up surprising him though, he’s also gonna stand there, frozen to the ground

“...ryo..?”

you would call out to him after all he had done was just stand there staring at you

you’re gonna have to go up to him to give him a hug so he knows that you are in fact real

only then will he wrap his arms around you tight

and he’ll examine your face, cupping your cheeks, tilting your face left and right

“how- why-”

he’ll stutter, confused as to how you’re standing in front of him when you’re supposed to be dead

“i was revived again and i wanted to surprise you!”

he heaves a sigh of relief before hugging you again, this time, leaning his weight on you

he hugs you so tight as if you’re gonna leave him again

so from then on, he’s never gonna let you go out alone

if you’re out on a date with him, he’s gonna hold onto your hand or waist so tight

even if you’re going to get groceries, he insists on following you so that you’ll be safe

if you have missions, he makes sure that he follows along

he’ll wait for you at a distance because you’re worried that he might get hurt if any curses make their way out of the barrier

❥ masterlist

reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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visbabylily · 2 years

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Violets and Vendettas | Vi x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

𝚅𝚒 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚞

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : Stars shine brighter before they die, she should’ve known they will end up with the same tragedy...

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 : Blood, matured themes, tattoos, cold father, Vi gets hurt, poor flowers getting hurt

Word : 4.5K (i think?) that’s what word counter told me tho 🥺

Chapters : One, Two, {Three}

A/N: IM SO SORRY!!! IM SO STUPID OMG IM SO SORRY ASDHAGDJFK, I took so long to update! I was busy playing valorant *cough*sorry studying, but anyways Violets are absolutely beautiful flowers! my next favorite, after lilies!

This is also unedited btw! I feel like there’s still something missing in this chapter, but I really want to post it because I feel so bad for not updating often😔

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Maybe the gods themselves finally had enough of his shit, and decided this time justice will be serve, he will admit the things he have done wasn’t good but he simply needed to do it to survive

The man tied to the rusty metal chair grunted, hands trying to wriggle free from the painful and tight hold of the ropes, but one glare from his kidnapper halted him, gulping as the glint of the machete caught his eyes, he can feel the eyes of death creeping around the corner, watching him struggle to free himself out of the entrapment, waiting patiently for the sharp object to penetrate through him so he could come collect his wretched soul

He looked at the young boy with pleading eyes, about to beg for him to spare his puny life, until the door burst open, a tall woman with lean muscle came in, eyebrows furrowed, lips pulled into a frown, as eyes landed on him with a harsh glare, two bandaged hands came up to her hood, removing it and revealing the pink hair hiding beneath the fabric

“What the fuck is this?” She cursed jutting her chin towards the tied man, walking towards the young boy with light hair leaning against the table, still holding the shiny machete, she leaned against the wooden surface beside the boy, crossing her arms, glaring eyes never leaving his tied-up figure

“One of Spider Lily’s goons” The boy said, as if it wasn’t enough the girl’s eyes harden even more, shaking him to the core, and if looks can kill, he would definitely be six feet underground by now

“I-Im not! I swear I don’t even know what that is!” He exclaimed, pleading for his life as he saw the boy lift the machete up, only to leave it on top of the table, reaching for his pockets and pulling out a jewelry, shining as the dim lights of the room made contact with the golden chain and the vibrant red of the flower sitting in the middle

“We found this on him...look, it’s the same” The boy said, handing the woman the necklace, the woman hastily took it as both her and the boy turned their back on him facing the wooden table, the boy pulled out a picture from the desk’s drawers, a picture of the same necklace

“This yours?” The woman asked turning around to face him, twirling the necklace in front of him, to which the man quickly shook his head, fear coursing through his veins as the woman walked closer to him

“Lying is not gonna save you, you know?” Vi said watching the man’s eye tremble as he noticed Ekko picking the machete back up

“I-I just took it! I-Im a t-thief! I just p-pickpocketed it from someone!” He screamed, looking in between Vi who was cracking her bandaged knuckles to Ekko who was playing with his weapon, polishing it with a rag, most absolutely preparing it to slice his gut if needed

“From who?” Vi asked pocketing the stolen necklace and crossing her arms

“F-From those rich people! a-at the big party!” the man’s answer left Vi in surprise, eyes widening as she remembered passing by the building yesterday, she almost couldn’t believe the fact that the Spider Lily might be closer to them than she originally thought they were

“The one at Sunrise Avenue?” Ekko questioned to which the guy vigorously nodded his head “Y-yes! that one!” he exclaimed

“Who was it?” Vi interrogated some more, walking even closer to the man who was shaking in his boots from the close proximity of the two dangerous looking people

“I-I just told you-” He murmured

“Who?!” Vi was never a patient person, and the man’s pathetic quivering and murmurs tests her already non-existent patience even more

“A-a girl! I took it from a girl! when they were leaving the party” The man sobbed, it was pathetic, Vi scoffed at the sight

“Who is she? Did you know her? what was she wearing? what she look like?” Question after question flew out of from Vi’s mouth, unrelenting and not bothering to give the man time to gather whatever wits he has left

“L-look i dont know man, like I said Im just a thief-” the man was cut off once again, as Vi took a hold of his clothes in her strong fists, lifting him up slightly along with the chair

“White! she was wearing white! that’s all I know!” Vi decided to put him down after his answer, backing away from him a little as she fixed her bandages

“That’s useless, everyone was wearing white in that party” Ekko said, to which Vi followed up with her own question “What did she look like?” she said still tinkering her bandaged hand

“I-I-” Vi looked up from, finished fixing her bandages and now clenches her hand close and open, shaking it as she walked towards him again

“What. Did. she. look. like?” Vi said with a hard glare fixed at the man, making him tremble as he met her eyes

“I dont know! I dont know! wh-when we pickpocket, w-we don’t look at people, i-it risks us from getting caught, w-we do it as fast as possible, sometimes t-they dont even feel it” The man whimpered, with no further questions Vi and Ekko simply stared at him, the man felt uncomfortable as he sees the gears working in both of their minds, probably thinking of what they should do with the poor thief

“I swear please, Im telling truth” He whispered, hoping to the gods above that these young people will have some mercy on him, but unfortunately for him

“I have a family, please, I just wanted to feed them” Ekko felt bad for the man, his ways might’ve not been the best, but he had good intentions, he was a bad person but he was a good father, He thought Vi would’ve see that, but Vi’s vision was clouded by a vicious red, seeing nothing but the Spider Lily and her vendetta against him,

“Kill him” Vi whispered to Ekko, to which send the man in hysterics, screaming and crying, begging for his life

Somehow she already knew that a guy with balls as big as quail eggs couldn’t possibly working for someone cold blooded like the Spider Lily

But she’s simply not willing to take the risk, she just got out of prison, if the Spider Lily found out that she might be looking for them, she might get locked up again and she can’t have that, she’s not getting any younger, she have to finish this, before she grays or dies, whichever comes first

“No, we’ve talked about this” Ekko warned

“He’s seen our face, if he’s lying, they might come for us” Vi hissed at Ekko, ignoring the pleas of the man, now trying harder to wriggle free, his struggles against the binds made him fall on his back, grunting in pain as the metal chair dug onto his skin

“I’ll handle it” Ekko replied, Vi stared at him, challenging him to change his mind but Ekko was already resistant to Vi’s harsh glares, having seen it firsthand when they were younger, Ekko shook his head under Vi’s unrelenting glare making her scoff and walk away, grabbing the back of the chair and putting the man upright before finally leaving the warehouse

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The sun was almost up when Y/N came back to her cold and dead room, she made sure to wash away the night’s memories before sleeping, she hasn’t even have her eyes close for two minutes when her phone rang in her quiet room, she didn’t bother to check the caller id as she answered

“Hello?” she whispered to the phone, exhaustion evident in her hoarse voice

“Y/N” the voice of the man saying her name woke her up, eyes widening in surprise

“...Father” she whispered

“I’ll be back home one week from now on, I want you to join me for dinner”

“I have something on that day”

“Free your schedule”

“I’ll try”

“That wasn’t a request”

“...Fine”

And without as much as a goodbye, her father cut off the line, leaving her sighing and screaming into her pillow, not even bothering with sleep as she got up and got herself ready for class...

...

Class was boring, she hates it, thankfully one of her good friend and party buddy invites her to hangout at the mall after class, she was grateful and excited for the company

“Never seen you after club, how you been sis?” Y/N’s friend, Judy asked, dark skin shining like gold under the rays of the afternoon sun peeking through the big glass of the cafe they were currently sat at

“Eh, been good” She mumbled fork picking at the cheesecake she ordered

“Er, did something happened? you seem out of it” Her friend Judy asked, worry written in her big brown eyes, which made Y/N slumped in her seat, hands grabbing the white coffee cup, taking a sip of the delicious liquid inside before speaking

“My father’s coming back”

“And that’s a bad thing how?” Judy asked, she doesn’t know much about Y/N’s family, considering she rarely opens up about it, but she knows that Y/N rarely see her father, so the confusion on Judy’s face when hearing the disdain in her voice was something Y/N expected although did not hoped for

“Not technically a bad thing, it’s just- I haven’t talked to him in months, heck even when he wasn’t abroad we rarely spoke to each other, then he suddenly calls me in the ass crack of dawn telling me to have dinner with him” Y/N ranted to her friend, to which Judy nod in understanding

“Oh...well maybe um, maybe he realized he hasn’t talk to his only daughter in a hot minute and invited you for dinner?” Judy said wary smile on her lips, her sentence made the troubled girl roll her eyes

“As if” She grumbled, but somewhere deep inside her, there was a little sliver of hope, that maybe...

Their afternoon went by quickly as the continued to talking to each other, not one second of silence getting in their conversation, spending hours catching up on what the other did during their absence

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

One week later…

Y/N never knew that one week could go by so fast, the day she have been dreading the most finally came, she was getting herself ready for her dinner with her father, when suddenly she heard her doorbell, the rings echoed loudly inside the big house, drowning out Arianna Grande’s Motive blasting through her phone speakers

She sighed as walked up to the front door, opening it, to her surprise no one but a bouquet of Red Spider Lilies was standing at the empty corridor, she picked up the vase making sure to hold it as far away from her as possible and inspected the letter attached to it

“Y/N” written on the white paper

She rolled her eyes as she walked back inside the penthouse, putting the bouquet of flowers on her coffee table, the glass vase clinking as it made contact with the glass surface of the coffee table...

The ride to the restaurant was silent, her father’s men picking her up rather than her usual one, the two men were scary looking to say the least, big muscly bodies hidden under their suit, hard eyes trained and focused on the road, the one on the passenger’s seat surveying the area from time to time

When she arrived, one of the men opened the door for her, she thanked him, not even getting a reply or a glance, she shrugged to herself at the awkward encounter

When she went inside, it was bare of people, only a few staff and an even fewer customers, a waiter smiled at her and lead her to the table where her father was sat at, she was offered the seat in front of him and handed a menu

“Did you like the gift?” Her Father greeted, voice as cold as ever, and Y/N felt her heartbeat trying to burst out of her seat, nervous from finally meeting the man who’s supposedly her father

“It’s fine” Matter of fact it was not fine, but she’s not about to remind her father only for him to forget soon after and give her the same gift next time...that she’s mildly allergic to Spider Lilies

The same waiter who lead her earlier took their order, her father not even asking her what she wanted, simply ordering two plates of Japanese A5 wagyu ribeye steak and a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild 1989, again oblivious to the fact that her daughter is not really a big fan of wagyu beef and absolutely does not drink alcoholic grape juice

Silence fell upon them, making Y/N squirm from the silent torment, she cleared her throat making her father look up at her

“Did you get mom something? it’s her birthday tomorrow” she said, bambi (E/C) eyes searching his cold ones for something, some sort of hope that maybe despite his incapability of being a father to her, he will be somewhat of a decent husband to her birth giver, but her hope was shattered to pieces as cold words left his mouth

“I have business with the Medardas”

“Can’t you just spare at least a few hours to visit her?” she said disbelief in her voice, disbelief at the fact that her father was so cold to the point that he cant even be bothered to give a little bit of his time to the woman who was once his wife, and disbelief at herself that she even thought he would change

“Business, Y/N” Her father said, voice cold and stern, leaving her crestfallen, but again something he didn’t noticed and never will, or maybe simply refused to acknowledge

“’f course” she mumbled

An uncomfortable silence once again enveloped their atmosphere, and she was once again left in her own thoughts, her father remaining ignorant at his daughter’s downcast state and silent inner turmoil, focusing instead on the food and alcohol in front of him

She kept playing with her food, taking as little sip as possible of the red wine until her father deemed it was time to leave

Her Father offered to drop her off but she refused, making up the most bullshit excuse of ‘meeting with a friend’, but she simply can’t endure the uncomfortable atmosphere between her and her father, she scared she might leap out of the moving car like an abducted person, she just can’t sit through another minute alone with her Father and his bodyguards

And so she was left alone to walk by herself, hailing a cab might’ve been the easier way to get her ass to her penthouse but she decided to enjoy the night, putting her airpods in and listening to Rihanna’s We found love

It was a nice walk, wasn’t too cold but not hot either, listening to music made her regain all the mental health she lost just from being in her father’s presence, she was content and happy, subtly nodding her head to the music and waiting for the beat to drop, but instead she got herself a different drop than what she was originally waiting for

Rather than the long awaited beat drop, she found her ass dropping onto the ground instead, the strong impact of someone colliding into her knocked the airpods fit snuggly on her ear, watching as it tumble on the asphalt concrete dangling at the edge of the sewer drain as if saying goodbye to her, teasing her saying ‘Im gonna fall wee’, and then finally falling, never to be seen again…

“What the fu- Oh my god you’re bleeding” She gasped as she saw the person who went rugby quarterback full throttle on her being, bleeding onto the ground from the slash in her arms hidden beneath her red jacket

“Wait! you again?!” She exclaimed when she realized who it was, pink hair and red jacket, as if she was decorated by a cupid to parade for Valentines day

“Oh...hi, sorry” She grunted pain evident in her blue eyes as she stood up, albeit shakily, Y/N also noticed the black eye forming under the woman’s left eye and jaw, and her split bottom lips, the cherry on top of her rugged and beaten appearance was the blood she spat on the ground near the sewer drain where her airpods goes bye bye to her

Y/N stared at her before hastily running up to her and putting her muscly arms around her smaller figure as she noticed the girl sway slightly and almost face-planted at her own blood, she hissed as their sides made contact with each other

“Ahh careful, bruised ribs” oh of course, that too...

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Vi wasn’t even sure if she was dead and was currently being brought to heaven where she shall be judged or if she was just plain hallucinating from being punched in the face, either way she let herself enjoy the warmth of her savior, felt herself being rushed inside a warm car, she was in and out of her consciousness as the car drove off to wherever Ms. Savior was taking her, only the little slaps on her face keeping her from falling to a deep sleep she might never wake up from

She was taken somewhere, definitely not a hospital, from the black tiled wall of the room and the cold white marbled tiles of the floor, she was taken to sat in a soft yet cold leather couch

“Wait here, I’ll be back okay?” Her guardian angel’s sweet voice came out in a murmur as she left Vi alone sitting on the couch, through her hazy eyes, Vi saw a glimpse of red... Spider Lilies

The sight of the offending flower caught her so off guard and woke up her fuzzy mind, with shaky hands she reached towards it, touching the thin petals of the small flower, without much thought, she felt the plant crush under her now closed palm, the poor flower breaking and tearing from her iron grip

“Not a big fan of flowers?” someone from behind her said, watching Vi annihilate the poor innocent plant, in her hands was a first aid kit, wet towel and a pack of frozen peas, to Vi’s surprise, her guardian angel was actually the girl she shared a night with just a week ago

“You again?” Vi said, to which the girl pffted at and said “I know, that’s what I just said earlier” Vi shook her head and apologized for the now completely demolished flower, the girl handed her the frozen peas, to which she put against her tender left eye, feeling the bruise already forming behind it

“It’s okay, I don’t like them too” The girl said, taking a seat beside her, Vi was curious but didn’t have the time to ask why as the girl spoke again

“Jacket. off” The girl said as soon as she sat down, Vi took the frozen peas off of her face “Gee chill, buy me dinner first damn” but despite her sassy remark to which the girl rolled her eyes at, she removed her jacket, grunting in pain as it made contact with her wound

It was silent other than the girl’s humming as she focused on cleaning her wounds gently with the wet towel, Vi decided to strike up a conversation to fill the silence

“So...why do you hate them?”

“Mm, well, they’re associated with death, back in the pre-cremation eras, they’re extremely poisonous to animals, people plant them near graves so the dead will be protected from rodents and other wild animals, creeps me out sometimes and Im also allergic to them” Y/N said before putting the wet towel near the fallen petals of the flower on top of the table, she then opened the kit to grab a cotton ball and anti septic, putting some of the orange-brown liquid of the povidone-iodine on the white cotton ball

“Why keep it then?” Vi asked as she felt the cotton ball softly dabbed at her wounds, careful and gentle under the girl’s focused hands

“...someone special gave it to me” The girl whispered, busy cleaning Vi’s wounds, a brief moment of silence passed by them as Vi let the stranger-but-not-really-a-stranger take care of her

“What’s your favorite then?” at Vi’s question the girl looked up, seemingly surprised at Vi’s unexpected question, but smiled softly before replying “...violets”

“Oh? why?” It was Vi’s turn to be surprised, she doesn’t know much about flowers, but she’s seen violets before, and they’re not really the prettiest, unlike the ones sitting on her coffee table, violets didn’t really seem that unique to her, they look like wild flowers that grows on the side of the pavement, to be overlooked, or for a random kid to just suddenly pull it out of the ground or something, and so Vi can’t help but be a little curious

“my mom used to tell me that they symbolize true love, so when I was young, she’ll always tell me ‘you’re my violet’, which is, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but...” she suddenly turned her back to her, lifting the strands of her (H/N) hair, revealing the lone violet with its leaves inked on the back of her neck, Vi ran her hands through them gently, her long fingers touching the stray hairs that has fallen from her grasp

“Don’t tell anyone though, I have a reputation to keep” She winked as she turned back around to face her, letting her hair loose as it cascades down her shoulders

“Aww cute, but you know that’s funny, my parents used to call me Violet too” Vi said making the girl turn her attention to her, raising one eyebrow

“That’s so sweet, really?”

“Yeah, cause my name’s Violet” at Vi’s reply the girl deadpanned as she pressed the cotton ball on her wound making her hiss in pain

“Yeah real funny” Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she threw away the cotton ball

“Oh, wait you’re serious?” Y/N said after a moment of not hearing anything from the hissing girl

“What did you think this stands for?” Vi said now tapping the tattoo on her cheek, Y/N leaned in to take a closer look

Y/N studied the features she failed to notice during that night, Violet is sporting a scar on her brow, and another one on her top lip, a thin piece of metal wrapping around the left side of her nostril, and all the little freckles that’s littered all over her face, Vi looked tough, all the scars embedded on her face and body was the sole evidence of how life has not been kind to her, but she looked strong, the type who will smirk at the face of life every time it gives her another problem to deal with, she has broad shoulders, one that has definitely carried more burden than she probably deserved

And Violet did the same, studying the girl’s face close to her, skin looking soft and supple as ever, compared to her there’s no trace of scars gracing the girl’s face nor body, she was flawless, and beautiful, a masterpiece created only with perfection in mind, Vi even wondered if it was normal for someone with a beauty out of this world to be walking this wretched planet, she was breathtaking, but Vi feels that this girl is more than just pretty face, as they gaze into each other’s eyes, Vi can see the gears working endlessly in her mind, as if her is brain running at a 100 mile per hour, never-ending thoughts streaming through her mind like a river

“Oh wow, I didnt notice that” she whispered suppressing the urge to squirm the longer Vi stared at her, as if studying her, scared that all her thoughts are being revealed under her blue eyes “I can’t believe you have your name tattooed on your face”

“I can’t believe you dont”

“Well my name’s Y/N...I don’t really know how I’ll have that inked on my face” Y/N said now tying a bandage around the wounds she cleaned, her cold hands against her arms making Vi shiver slightly

“Yeah...it doesn’t sound as good as Vi” Vi said making Y/N tighten the bandages around her arm “Ow! kidding kidding” Vi yelped and pouted holding her arm closer to her

“You better be, my mother gave me that name” Y/N scoffed, both of them sitting in silence as she tidied up the table, after she deemed it neat enough, she turned back to the girl who is now flexing her arms as if the wounds there were nonexistent

“Did you like fight someone?” Y/N asked, Vi didn’t answer simply pouted and looked away “Looks like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew” Y/N commented, ever the curious one

“Got outnumbered” Vi muttered, now crossing her arms, what hurts the most is not the injuries she got from the fight, but her bruised pride over losing a fight she could’ve easily won, but she can only do so much, handling five guys that came with five more back up along with sharp weapons wasn’t easy nor fair, she only had her fists you know

“Why did you fight then?” Y/N questioned, she was never one to seek out fight, whether verbal or physical, so she can’t help but be curious on why one lone girl is willing to take a fight where she knows she’s outnumbered

“I hated their tattoos” was Vi’s reply, Y/N wanted to ask more, to satiate the ever growing curiosity inside of her, but one look at Vi, arms crossed, blue eyes glaring at the red spider lilies on her table and the frown etched on her lips, seemingly lost in thoughts, she felt that maybe this was something personal to Vi, she didn’t wanna overstep anything so instead opted for a more simple answer

“Eh valid reason”

Vi didn’t say anything, simply pursing her lips

“…hey, I’ll find you something to eat, wait here” Y/N spoke to Vi after a few moments of silence, to which Vi only replied with a nod of her head, Y/N then got up and left Vi sitting on the couch, deep in thought

Y/N couldn’t believe herself, other than the pack of frozen peas, she only has two eggs left in her refrigerator, she can’t possibly offer this to Vi, there’s simply not enough nutrients in those eggs for Vi to regain her energy after fighting men with apparently hideous tattoos

After much pondering and panicking on what to offer the wounded girl, Y/N decided it would be better if she just oober eats something to her house, she closed her refrigerator and went back to the girl in her couch

“Hey, would you be okay with just oo…ber?” Y/N words trailed off as she noticed the girl that seemed to be softly snoring off to wonderland on her couch

“…Violet?” She whispered, afraid to wake up the girl, she walked closer to her and realized that the girl has indeed fallen asleep…sitting up

Y/N sighed to herself as she walked into her own room, grabbing some of her pillows and extra blankets from her closet, she made her way back to the still sleeping girl, Y/N then put the pillow on one end of the couch, slowly guiding her to fully lay down on the couch, adjusting her head as it softly hit the cold pillows and extra careful of her fresh wounds as she laid the blanket on top of her

She must’ve been so tired…

Was the last thought on Y/N’s mind as she stared at the sleeping girl, eyebrows furrowed as a frown painted her lips, even in her sleep she looks pissed, she sighed and whispered a soft “…goodnight” before heading to bed herself, turning off the lights on her way in

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The Necklace

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