#this must've been done millions times

[karlydraws]

Wolfwood wanted to see the movie

[nukednick]

biotic god

[starzwithapen]

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ START A LOVE TRAIN

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☆Summary: John Dory's first meeting with Rhonda and her owner, you!

☆Content: reader is gender neutral, first meeting!! Gonna make a part 2 exploring their relationship more :3

☆a/n: I FUCKING HATE HIM [affectionate] my first worrkk pls leave feedback if youd like it helps a ton!! :3

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The day John Dory met you and Rhonda was simultaneously one of the worst and best days of his life.

He'd been hiking- nothing out of the ordinary for him, maybe one venomous spider he'd had to fight off, but so far so good! The sting of the cold air against his cheeks quelled his thoughts, made him feel accomplished, in a way.

But he must've been distracted- he was a little more careless than usual, overestimating his own strength and struggling to pull himself upwards, his legs dangling over the edge- he could feel a tick of nerves in the back of his mind, but pfftt, John Dory's got this! He's done this a million times-

Next thing he knows, the rock holding his legs up collapses, and down he goes with it, tumbling over harsh terrain while the wind rushing past his ears drowns out his yelling.

After many very painful seconds of straight up rolling down this cliff, John Dory groans in pain, dusting himself off and pushing himself upwards, except- oh, shit, okay, ow, something’s very wrong with his ankle.

He hisses and grabs onto the skin, pulling his goggles up to inspect it- it appears swollen, and he realises with a frustrated groan that he'd managed to twist his ankle miles away from the nearest safe-house.

Well- looks like he'll have to camp outside for the night, wouldn't be the first nor last time, but it'll be significantly more difficult with a leg that refuses to cooperate with you.

He rushes through setting up camp, wanting to just sleep the pain off till his foot got better, but just as he sets his head down on the pile-of-leaves-that-vaguely-resemble-a-pillow, he hears distant rustling.

That's not odd- it'd be weirder for the forest to be quiet, if anything, animals are always trudging along no matter the time of day- what's odd is how loud the sound is, feet papping against the floor in heavy strides, coming closer and closer towards him.

John Dory sits up in a flash, suddenly regretting how shittily he'd camouflaged his camp- his eyes widen towards the oncoming noise, having just enough time to snatch a stick and hold it out threateningly, though his hands shake and tremble.

“Hey! I have a- uh, a really sharp stick, and I'm not afraid to use iiIIITTT-”

The stick goes flying out of his grasp, and he gets the breath absolutely slammed out of him as something huge jumps onto him, rumbling atop him and- eugh, was it licking him?! Was this how he died, after all these years?! Eaten alive by a-

“Down, girl- stop that, you're scaring him!” the thing finally lets up on trying to swallow him whole, standing back on its hind-legs and cooing at you excitedly, and it's then that he notices you.

“Gods, I'm really sorry- she's not usually like this-” you reach over with a grimace to wipe the wet mess of saliva and glitter off his cheeks with your sleeve, and all JD can do is stare at you, star-struck. One minute he was facing his impending doom, and now he was facing the prettiest person he'd ever set his eyes on, and though he's certain it's night time he feels as though you're shining the sun's rays straight at him.

You smile nervously and pat his attacker's leg, “She wasn't actually going to eat you- or at least I don't think she was? You can never quite tell with Rhonda.”

Okay, John Dory had lived on his own amongst nothing but the trees and mountains for years, so excuse him for not being particularly eloquent when all he blurts out is “John.”

You and Rhonda blink at him comically for a moment, and he feels his cheeks flush under his fur-lined vest. No one's ever caught him off gaurd like this before.

“That's…not my name, but good guess anyways.” You check over him as if he's concussed, and he tries not to frown at the scrunch in your nose as you take in his camp.

“It's my name- John Dory.” He flashes you a charming smile, though he assumes the effects are dampened by the mess of glitter and dirt still smeared across his face, “and can I get yours, or can I just call you mine?”

Silence stretches on between you both, his smile getting more strained by the minute- why hadn't that worked? That always worked, at least when Spruce did it! You were supposed to be- swooning, or something! Not looking at him like he's sprouted a second head!

You cut through the tension with a gasp, and he follows your gaze down to his badly-damaged leg, now with extra bloodied scrapes, “Oh god, that looks rough- did Rhonda do this?” He doesn't have time to tell you that no, actually, it wasn't your fault, when you turn around and scold your…armadillo? He feels his lips quirk up- you looked pretty cute like that, like a disgruntled parent.

“Well, you can come inside and I'll wrap it up for you- you shouldn't leave it out in the open like that.” You wave him over, grabbing onto his hand to pull him into the door, and he feels his skin burn pleasantly where you both touch.

And that's how it starts. JD walks inside the armadillo bus, Rhonda, marvelling at the warmth. Though you hadn't given him your name yet, he felt as though he could trust you- you seemed like someone who values honor and helping others, however bluntly or awkwardly you may go about it.

You wrap his leg with gauze and a healing salve, and he fills the room with chatter- it'd been so long since he'd last seen another soul, he didn't realise just how…lonely he'd felt. You don't speak much of yourself, probably staying cautious, but you do seem curious about his stories, and the twinkle in your eye urges him to speak with a little more pomp than usual.

Your voice turns more concerned as you ask what he'd been doing camping out in the open like that- he'd told you of the trail he planned to follow, though he'd skipped the part where he fell off-course. He tells you of how he'd wanted to end up somewhere warmer by the time winter really hit, sighing to himself. “I'll just have to stock up on fire-wood, maybe invest in a flame-thrower.”

“I mean….we can take you there.” You offer in a quiet voice, your gaze stubbornly set on the floor, “It's still a pretty long drive, but better than 2 months walking on a sprained ankle, especially with how gnarly it looks.”

John Dory's conflicted- the offer sounds heavenly. He pictures waking up to your warmth day by day, helping you gather breakfast, travelling with a companion, for once, but….he'd left to the middle of nowhere for a reason. He wanted to distance himself from his old habits, his old expectations of himself and others.

Though….you seemed to be just as- if not more- capable than him. He wouldn't need to be a pillar for you to lean all your weight against, nor the pressure that turns coal into shining diamond- you two could simply…have each other's backs. Maybe…maybe this could work out, at least for a little while.

John Dory tilts his head up and takes one look at your welcoming smile to make up his mind.

"Can't say no to your pretty face, now can I?"

This time you snicker behind your hand at his awful flirting, but he catches it just in time- and he knows this'll be the start of something great.

[suhnflowerstay]

game night

bang chan x afab!reader

a/n: this is based on a real life situation so it might not be super relatable (no description of what reader looks like besides the fact that they're afraid of sitting on his lap)

and it is not representative of any characteristics the idols have or anything lol it's moreso therapeutic. it does require the knowledge of Jackbox Games. quiplash is a game where you get a prompt and you anonymously write down what you think is the funniest answer and everyone votes for the funniest one. i'm posting this twice because i originally wrote it for mark but my sister thought it was well suited for chan as well soooo yeah!

wc: 2.9k

tags: toxic situationship vibes (like really toxic), smoking, high emotions, angst, smut, sad ending

You and Chan had known each other for a few years. You had initially met on vacation and got each other's contact information to keep in touch. You were talking all the time and FaceTiming nearly every day. You were friends, such close friends that you decided to go to the same university. Once you moved to his area for college, you were spending all your time with each other. Eventually, the sexual tension between you began to build and before you knew it, your situationship began.

A few months before your friends with benefits relationship with Chan began, he had been sharing with you how messy his previous arrangement was. You had seen other girls come and go because they could never handle him sticking by his word and refusing to commit to them. You were also not interested in commitment, so you felt comfortable going into it. You knew exactly who you were friends with, so you assumed you would be fine. You were just friends who had a sexual attraction to each other. There was no reason that having sex would have to complicate things, right? Wrong.

Yes, there are people who can have a healthy friends with benefits style relationship. Sex is easy to detach from for some more than others. Your relationship with Chan was anything but detached. You were best friends who had sex, and the gray area was extremely gray. You were practically dating without the label, and that brought a lot of negative feelings bubbling up. But you both didn't want commitment. You were terrified of being vulnerable in that way and he, well… he just loved the attention.

Chan's cousin Felix was hosting a game night with some friends, and he wanted you to come along and meet everyone. When you two arrived at Felix’s house, you introduced yourself, and the first words out of his mouth were:

“Are you the one that called on Christmas?”

Immediately, Chan jumped into action to try to shut Felix up. He stood in front of you and blocked Felix from view, mumbling, “No, that was someone else.” You knew he had a previous situationship leading up to your current situationship with him; this was no secret. You knew this because you were the one to talk him through the end of that relationship. You just hadn't realized how intense it must've been if Bang Chan was bringing that "friend with benefits" to meet the family.

You had small talk with Felix, asking him what his major was, and he asked you yours. He offered you drinks and snacks, and you took a seat on the sectional with Chan taking the seat right next to you. You two were in your own little world, giggling about god knows what while he had his arm around you, when all of a sudden the door behind you swings open.

“CHAN PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE THE ENGINEERING HOMEWORK!” the disheveled boy yelled. You giggled because of how insane this random man appeared with his backpack barely slung over his shoulder, hair a mess, running up to take a seat on the couch diagonal to you two.

“Y/N, this is Minho. Minho, this is Y/N.”

Minho’s brain is going a million miles an hour, and the first thing he thinks to ask is:

“Are you two dating?”

You and Chan look at each other, and he says, “No, we’re just friends.”

“Oh," the disheveled man says, "Well, it looks like you two are dating.”

Minho proceeds to talk to Chan about whatever homework they had, and his whole demeanor has you nearly falling off the couch with how hard he has you laughing. He has major himbo energy and says everything with so much passion. At one point, he ends a story he's telling with, “WHATEVER FUCKOOO!”

Soon, more of Felix and (kind of) Chan's friends start showing up. A taller guy who catches your eye greets you. He says his name is Hyunjin and makes light conversation with you, asking how you know Chan and Felix and asking how long you've lived in the city. There are also three guys in the corner smoking, and one of them catches your eye as you hear his distinct giggle while he laughs with his friends. Is Chan only friends with hot people, you think. The last guy walks in and very quietly says hi and immediately walks across the room to sit between his friends. Chan lets you know that the shy guy, also known as Jisung, is really shy with strangers, but he's sure Jisung will warm up by the end of the night.

Felix loads up Jackbox Games, and your group plays Trivia Murder Party for a few rounds, and then, a guy named Seungmin says he thinks the group should play Quiplash. There are a few rounds where you make some pretty good jokes, and all of the guys hype you up, telling Chan he brought someone super funny to game night. You even make a quip at Chan's expense, and Minho high-fives you for doing so. At this point, you've had a few drinks, and you aren't drunk, just tipsy. But you absolutely need to pee. You ask Chan where the bathroom is, since this is his cousin's house, and he leads you to the bathroom, waiting for you outside the door. Once you’re done, he drags you to the empty bedroom across from the bathroom and lays back on the bed, pulling you down you on top of him.

“Are you having fun?” he looks up at you.

“Mhm," you hum, "are you?”

“Yeah."

"Your friends are nice. Minho's super funny. I can't believe he's real,” you giggle.

"Yeah, he is... ok, c'mon. Let’s go back before they think we’re having sex or something," he says abruptly. You thought his response was weird, but you didn't think too much about it.

Upon returning to the living room, you see your seat on the couch was stolen by a few of the guys, and you are now forced to sit on a recliner in the corner to watch the game from there. There’s only one seat though, so you just stand while Chan takes the seat.

“What are you doing?" he questions, "Come on. Sit down.”

You pause. “I-I'm okay. I don’t want to like hurt your legs or anyth-”

Chan pulls you down on his lap, so you’re forced to sit down on him. He asks if you want to smoke, and you take a singular hit, not really interested in doing that, and watch the game from afar. Minho has his eyes trained on you two, and you feel his stare. You turn to look at him, and he yells from across the room, “Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?”

You giggle saying, "Yes, we’re sure we aren’t dating."

He tilts his head to the side like a confused kitty and proceeds to ask “So, are you guys cousins?” and you cannot stop yourself from keeling over because what does he MEAN?? What kind of line of questioning is that? Why would his brain jump from dating to cousins? You look at Chan incredulously as you both laugh and confirm once again that you are just friends.

You two keep watching the game, rather than participate, and go back to your own little world until Chan decides he’s ready to go home. You follow him out, saying a single goodbye to everyone in the room. Everyone bids you goodbye in their own way with many of the guys saying how nice it was to meet you and how you should definitely come to game night again. You two walk out and Chan unlocks the car before remembering he has to go back in to get something from Felix. You sit and wait in the car, smiling to yourself, and text your best friend about game night. You make sure to mention the beautiful man you met and how funny it was that he asked if you and Chan were cousins.

Once he enters the car, he slides his hand onto your thigh.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, actually. I really didn't think I would, but that was so nice and all of your friends seem so cool! Minho is such a himbo it’s so funny... I can’t believe you guys are taking the same classes.” you add.

You don't notice, but Chan's hand clenches the steering wheel. He doesn’t say anything and begins the drive home. You stop by the grocery store on your way home to pick up some snacks, and everything between you and Chan seems pretty light hearted.

You get back to his place, shower, and change into pajamas. You two sit on the couch for a bit longer watching shows and just snacking, cuddled up together. You get up to go to the restroom, leaving your phone behind on the coffee table, and when you come back, Chan is in a noticeably different mood. His body language is tense, and he’s moved away from your original spot.

“Channie… what’s wrong?” you ask, still standing.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“It just seems like... like there’s something bothering you,” you insisted.

“Why would anything be bothering me? You’re literally making something out of nothing!” he snapped.

Now, you're officially in a bad mood.

“Fine then! Forget I even asked,” you huffed, collapsing onto the opposite side of the couch to go through your phone.

Half an hour later, your anger has subsided, and you're back to being invested in the show you’re watching. Then, the leading man betrays his love interest.

“Ughhhhhh," you drone, "Why does every man suck? Like even him? You have to be joking.”

“I bet Minho would never do that…” Chan mumbled mockingly from his side of the couch.

“What the actual fuck did you just say?” you snarled.

“Nothing.”

“Please do not fucking tell me that you’re upset over Minho, a man I only just met a few hours ago,” you scoffed.

“Oh, so you’re counting the hours,” Chan said, not even looking at you.

“Chan, shut the fuck up! What are you saying right now? What is your deal? I don’t even know or care about Minho!”

“You sure seemed to care when you texted your friend about how hot and funny you thought he was,” he said, finally looking up at you to see your reaction.

“Motherfucker, you went through my phone? Again? Are you fucking joking? Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t! I saw you texting it,” he tried to say, but you knew that was a lie because you had texted your friend right when you got into the car. He absolutely went through your phone, but this was not the first time.

“You’re a fucking liar, Bang Chan. I know you didn’t see me texting it. And either way, what does it matter to you? Newsflash! In case you weren't aware, I’m not your girlfriend! You made sure of it, and you also made sure everyone knew that tonight!”

Chan scoffed, “What did you want me to say to them? 'Oh yeah we’re fucking’?”

“it doesn’t matter what you say to them because we aren’t anything. And that means you don’t get to be upset over me texting my friend that i thought your friend was attractive," you emphasize, "You’ve done far worse or would you like me to remind you about your sexting with Soyeon or sending good morning and goodnight texts to Sana when you couldn’t even find two seconds to text me back even if it was just to let me know you were busy?"

Chan sits there knowing he can't say anything to that.

"You have even less of a right to be upset because of all the shit you pull all of the time, so I’m not going to apologize for sending my friend one text about a cute boy I will probably never see again." you finish.

“So you would want to see him again?” he tries to say steadily, but his voice cracks.

You look up and see that Chan is looking at the ground now and has tears in his eyes.

“Chris…” you put your arm around him and embrace him.

“I get it, though, like he’s so much more than I could ever be," he sniffles, "He’s so funny without even trying, and he’s just so cute and attractive and everything about him screams 'y/n's type.' I don’t blame you for being interested.”

He pushes himself up to lock eyes with you. “It’s only you, you know? I know you saw the texts or whatever with other girls, but I only care about you. No one else could ever be you. I promise that at the end of the day, no matter what, I only want you.”

He looks down at your lips and hesitates before he kisses you. The kiss starts off slow and slowly progresses into a more passionate, needy one. Chan is grabbing at your hips, your stomach, your arms, whatever he can get a grip on. He starts whining and pulls away, “Please take off your clothes, babygirl. I need you.”

You both strip down in his living room. Chan carefully lays you down on the couch and lines himself up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself in all the way without any issue. You guess high intensity and emotional situations just make you wet now after all the arguments you've had with this man.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight," he praises, "You always make me feel so big. it always feels like the first time.”

You moan and beg Chan to move, and slowly, he does. While there’s still a desperate neediness in the air, Chan is moving slowly and intentionally. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours while caressing your body. He praises every inch of you that he touches, littering you with compliments. He traces a finger along every curve and focuses on tracing circles on your tits, teasing your nipple ever so slightly before finally taking the buds between his fingers. He squeezes them, eliciting moans from your "pretty little mouth" as he calls it. He keeps one hand focused on your breast while he uses the other arm to hold himself up as he leans down to kiss you, maintaining the slow but steady rhythm. You wrap your legs and arms around him, pinning him to your chest. This position makes it so much more intimate, and you swear that he's hitting even deeper. The combination is pushing you right up to the edge. By the way Chan starts moaning, you can tell he feels the same.

“Fuck baby, I'm so close,” he groans

“Please cum inside me, Daddy. I need it so bad.”

“Ugh, f-fuck, beautiful, I can’t until you do. Please cum with me baby girl and- fuck- and I’ll fill you up as much as you want.”

His words send you over the edge, catapulting you into a strong radiating orgasm. Your hands are grasping at his arms and back, leaving scratches in their wake, you're sure. It’s very different from what you’ve previously experienced, muted but long lasting, and you can feel it all over. Your orgasm triggers his, and he continues to fuck you through it until the overstimulation becomes too much. He pulls out of you and grabs some wipes to wipe you and himself down. He lays you down in bed and makes his way to lay down right alongside you. He sits up and places his hand on your cheek, turning your head to make you look at him.

“I-" he hesitated, "I’m sorry I went through your phone again,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone.

“It’s okay, Chan,” you reassure him.

“I just- I knew you’d like him. I could tell from the way you were looking at him and how he was looking at you. Minho is never interested in other people let alone other people’s relationships. I knew if he was asking if we were dating, it was so he could ask you out, and it made me freak out," he sighs.

“You have no way of knowing that, Channie,” you reason.

“Regardless, I meant what I said. I know we aren’t official, but I'm only loyal to you.”

He lays back down, and you say nothing.

You say nothing because this is a conversation you have often.

You say nothing because as much as you want to commit to Chan, you probably also aren’t ready.

You say nothing because the previous statement is probably a lie you tell yourself to make yourself feel better in this relationship you have with him.

You say nothing because you know there will be more instances of you finding text messages with other people in which he gives them more compliments/attention/time than he gives you.

You say nothing because you know he isn’t loyal to you at all, and you’d rather not start another fight tonight.

You say nothing because there is nothing here to fight for.

You say nothing as he falls asleep in your arms, and you see his phone light up with a text.

minho: hey can i get y/n's number

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I request Glitchy red being followed around by a Child NPC with Ice types who he defeated..and at that moment they gained sentience/snapped outta the NPC behavior and now..travels and follows him around bc they’re like “WOAHHH YOUR SO COOL!! :00 :3” and like chats up a storm and and see him as they’re idol and as a big brother figure and wants to be friends with him headcanons? He isn’t lonely anymore! :3

Awe yeah wholesome times <3

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"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

Although it may have been humorous to the player, Glitchy Red wasn't laughing at your post-battle line at all.

Nor did he feel any sort of victory in defeating you, one of the only NPCs with a functional Pokémon battle.

You did have some high-leveled ice types for such a young trainer class, but that just reminded him of how broken this game is...and how you really weren't any different from the others.

You were merely puppeteered by scripted dialogue, standing in the same place forever as you handed him his prize: a thousand pokedollars.

Yet he didn't wanna take them. He had millions in his inventory already, but it was all useless to him.

So he tries returning them to you, insisting that you deserved it more.

But you don't even react, instead repeating that same phrase over and over again.

"Take the damn money, kid. You need it more than me."

"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

"I swear if you say that one more time..."

"I guess that's one way to-!"

"Shut up." In a small fit of frustration, Glitchy Red takes your hand and puts the money into your palm himself, fingers curling around it as he stares intensely at you with glowing eyes.

Yet his anger quickly subsides..and he wonders why tf he thought anything would be different with you.

He's just so lonely here and wishes somebody would wake up.

But after seeing you glitch, he steps back and thinks you're gonna disappear into oblivion thanks to him.

He turns away, not wanting to see it.

However he barely takes a few steps forward before he feels something grab the back of your shirt.

And it's...your hand????

"Red, it's you!! The champion!! Oh my gosh...what happened to this place? Why is everything so weird?"

He's stunned into complete silence, taking a moment to process the fact that someone must've heard him.....because you broke free of your programming!

He doesn't know how you did it or how he could've done it, but he's shocked as he watches you heal your Pokémon, bringing out the Cloyster, Dewgong, and Lapras he just defeated.

"Everyone! This is Red, and he's the coolest!! Can you believe we had a chance to fight him???" You whisper excitedly to your team, completely aware of the tall menacing glitchy man standing next to you.

Ever since then, you've been following him around the map, but mostly in Glitch City where you saw the same anomalies as him.

Yet you weren't have a total freakout or a crisis over it like he did....as you're too busy chatting about everything you admired about him.

And even though you have sentience now, you still retained your habit of using ice-related puns

He's certain you're mistaking his achievements for the actual Red's...or the version of himself in Gold that got casted as a "final boss" NPC.

However, you didn't seem aware of that. So who was he to crush your dreams?

Especially the dreams of the only other character in this cursed world that liked him and could talk to him?

Besides, being deemed a failure by his creators and basically left to rot took a toll on him....he never thought himself worthy of praise or positive attention.

Not even the words from NPCs helped, because he knew they were all scripted lines written into the game. They were empty.

But he believes yours 100% because you're alive and truly do mean them.

You wonder why he looked so angry all the time...and when he finally tells you the reason, he's afraid you're gonna run off scared.

Yet you hug him and promise to never leave his side.

That also makes him absolutely TERRIFIED of you possibly despawning/getting corrupted from touching him...

But nothing bad happens at all.

He may have shed a few tears after hugging you back, only to hide his face with his hat after letting you go....completely denying the fact he was crying.

Although he doesn't show it, he's genuinely happy not to be alone anymore and finds living here a little more bearable.

[oneshlut]

Hello!! This is my first request!

I was wondering if I could request headcanons for humanoid!fluttershy x fem! Dragon-humanoid! Reader?

Like the reader moved into the town and and the mane 6 went to introduce themselves but the reader was really intrigued by fluttershy and is really sweet and caring towards her?

(by humanoid I mean like, Pegasus characters still have their wings and unicorns still have their horns and so on)

Sorry if this is too much 😓

Thank you!

A/N: oh it's not too much at all! these detailed requests actually give me a lot to go off of, thanks a bunch for requesting! <3 (also, i hope you dont mind that i refer to the characters as ponies, dw, they're still humanoid!!)

Calm (Humanoid!Fluttershy x Fem!Dragonoid!Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: A new pony moves into Ponyville! Or, a uh.. dragon? Either way, everyone is excited to meet her, but one pegasus catches her eye..

After you had left your past town due to a horrible new mayor, you were looking for a fresh start. You had previously lived in an all-dragon town, so moving to Ponyville was.. an experience. A positive one, at that.

As you could probably guess, the first pony to meet you was Pinkie Pie. She shaked your hand, energy beaming from her smile, as she then dragged you through the town square. Along the way, she asked you a million personal questions, ranging from "Are your parents dragons?" to "Why did you move? I thought it was great down in your hometown! Especially for a girl-pony! Eek! Sorry! Girl-dragon!" She hardly gave you time to respond before she started asking the next question.

It was nice to get a tour of the town! But, uh.. you were more interested in getting to your new house right now. You sighed internally, you still had so much to unpack..

Pinkie Pie then lead you to her very own bakery. Knowing now, how she acted like she was on lethal doses of sugar, it made sense that she would own a bakery.

Inside were 4 other ponies that she called her friends. One earth pony, two unicorns, and.. one pegasus. One of the unicorns complained about somepony named "Rainbowdash" not being there. You assumed it was some sort of get-together. Quite convenient for you, huh?

As the 6 of you are talking and chitchatting about how and why you moved here, (many questions asking about your wings, horns, other dragon features), you noticed a pony in the back who hadn't been talking the entire time. When you looked back at her, noticing now she was a pegasus, she met your gaze. Only for a few moments did you keep eye contact, when she squeaked a bit and looked away. Hm..

Afterwards, you had learned all the ponies names, except for one. You waited for the remaining 4 to leave until all that was left was you and her.

Immediately, Fluttershy thought you must've been mad at her. Why else would you want to talk to her? Alone, for that matter. She apologized profusely for anything she could've done, but seeing the confused look on your face told her she was wrong.

She muttered a quiet apology before quietly introducing herself. Fluttershy was surprised you heard her at first, but then went in to shake your hand, realizing it was slightly scale-y. So you really were a dragon..

Most of the time she was absolutely petrified seeing a dragon. But you were different. You weren't huge--but you weren't small, or a child, like Spike. You had fully grown wings and horns, but not big enough to be intimidating. She noticed the way you were gentle with her palm while shaking it, and felt an unusual red tone rise to her face. She's never met a pretty dragon.

It took a while, but she eventually got used to your presence. The more you spent time with her, she began stuttering a lot less, her voice became slightly more confident, and her wings weren't tucked away like they were when you first met her. Much like her wings, she began to open up around you. Sooner or later, you had become one of her closest friends.

When it came to Fluttershy, you were very sweet, kind, soft, patient... That's how she described you in her head anyways. Having someone as soft as her, especially with nature and what not, warmed her heart to the brim.

She would rant to Angel for hours after meeting up with you. Angel took one look at her eyes, how they lighted up when she talked about you, and immediately knew she was head over heels. It was amusing, so Angel kept his mouth shut. Not like he could say anything anyways.

Fluttershy was as oblivious as ever. To her, all she saw in you was a friend. Don't worry, sooner or later she'll understand. When she does, she may or may not pass out.

One day, you had come over to visit Fluttershy in her cottage. She wasn't there.. hm. Maybe she was just out running errands. With nothing else to do, you sat by a nearby pond, letting your spiny wings cover you. It was around fall, meaning the air was just now getting a bit chilly.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the calm atmosphere, taking in all the sounds with your now heightened senses. Birds chirping, running water, animals chittering or scattering, the small wisps of wind in the air, the sound of footsteps, and--.. Footsteps?

You opened your eyes and turned to find Fluttershy sitting beside you. She apologized for not being home when you arrived, and explained how.. peaceful you seemed. When she asked, you reassured her that you were "far from bothered" by her joining you.

Closing your eyes again, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. Instinctively, you wrapped one of your wings around Fluttershy's shoulder. She prayed that you didn't open your eyes to see the mass amount of blush covering her face.

And with one bold movement, she placed her head on your shoulder, the two of you now peacefully sitting in the small patch of nature.

Fluttershy was calmer than ever before.

[slashersteve]

Just Friends

requested by anonymous

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: There's a reason Steve keeps making fun of the guy you're going on a date with, you just don't know what it is and he'd like to keep it that way.

warnings/extra tags: one-sided love (or is it), some ~tension~, slightly angsty i can't let it gooo, cursing, beta read, edited by me and auto correct, non-canon compliant as I mention Starcourt

note: this got out of hand, but i was having so much fun writing this! This could potentially have a part 2???? hmmm....anyway thank you for reading and enjoy!

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It was your first date since graduating, or well, if you were being honest it was your first date ever, or at least a real date. You were nervous, incredibly nervous, and as the weekend inched closer to your small movie date with a guy you actually graduated with the year prior who never gave you a second look in High School, your nerves were only getting worse.

No really, you didn't even know somebody could sweat this much, and you don't know how many times you've asked Keith to turn the AC on in the Video Store you worked part-time at.

It must've been a lot because he basically banned you from his office, so instead you were passing the time by stacking returned videos on the front counter in your feelings when someone snapped their fingers in front of your face.

You nearly dropped your stack of videos when that happened, and shot your gaze to whoever had done that, thinking maybe it was a customer (it's happened before), but instead you were met with the brown eyed concerned gaze of your friend and co-worker Steve Harrington.

"Woah sorry, god your glare could kill somebody if it wanted to," he joked lightly as your glare softened, "I called your name like 3 times, I just need you to...uh, is everything okay?" His prior request of whatever it was he wanted to do faded into a question as he watched your gaze grow distant the longer he talked.

You blinked and nodded, "Yeah, everything's fine. Sorry, I'm just a bit...nervous."

Steve's curiosity peaked then, and he no longer was going to ask you to help him stack the towers of videos onto the cart, and rather leaned on the counter and asked you why.

"I didn't tell you?" you questioned more to yourself, as Steve was a pretty close friend of yours so it was hard to believe you didn't, humming you continued, "I have a date…and before you say 'oh it's just a date' because I'm sure you've been on millions of them, it's my first real date, so you know...I'm nervous."

You didn't look at Steve when you said this, thinking that maybe that was why you subconsciously decided not to tell him. He goes on dates left and right, and you couldn't imagine Steve not teasing you about this one being your first or something. So instead, you returned your focus to your stack of videos, patting the sides so that they all aligned.

"You have a date?" Steve asked in what you mistook for disbelief, "Wait- with who? When? With who?"

"You don't have to act so surprised," you told him, already growing a bit agitated with him. Steve was quick to shake his head then run his hand through his locks of brown hair.

"What? No it's not that, I just want to know who's taking my friend out, and when..."

You huffed softly, not toward Steve, but toward the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach that made you want to throw up your lunch. And maybe a little toward him too.

Quietly, you mumbled the answer, "Saturday night, it's with Timothy Taylor from High School-"

"Timothy Taylor?"

Steve's voice echoed across the video store, causing some patrons to turn and look at the both of you. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, and you grasped the sleeve of Steve's sweater and pulled him toward you as you hissed, "Not so loud."

He cringed and apologized, but something told you the cringe wasn't toward him being so loud, especially when he said your name as if disappointed in you.

"Timmy T. is such a clown," he said, and you scrunched your face up in confusion.

"He is not- wait weren't you guys on the basketball team together?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't make him any less of a clown, guy couldn't even make a proper pass, I don't even know how he was on the team...well Coach Taylor was his dad so that explains that-" Steve's reply turned into him trailing off and you flicked his shoulder, "Right, okay, when did he even ask you out?"

You sighed at Steve, but were a bit curious as to why Steve might say an old teammate was a 'clown' so you told him how all last week he'd come into the video store and talk you up, and how you didn't think it was going anywhere or maybe he was trying to get a free movie until he asked for your number and called you earlier this week asking if you wanted to go on a date with him.

"How romantic," Steve said, though you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, and he laughed, "I was wondering why he was asking me about you."

You paused, "He...he asked you about me?"

"Yeah, last week when you went on break, asked Robin too," Steve said as he crossed his arms as a customer approached the counter.

"Excuse me-" the older woman began, but was quickly cut off by Steve.

"Sorry we're a little busy, I recommend Fast Times. It's over there," Steve said without looking at her, and pointing in a vague direction of the video store.

You deadpanned at Steve for his recommendation to the nice older woman who stared blankly at the both of you and told her you'd be happy to help her when you were done. She seemed content with that, and stepped away to browse a little longer, not before she gave Steve one final offended look.

"You can't always suggest Fast Times, Steve, oh my god," you told him, fighting an amused grin growing on your lips at the face the lady had given him.

"Why not? It's a good movie- okay we're getting off track here," he waved his hand in your face before you both fell into your actual job of stacking the cart with video tapes side by side, "Yeah he asked about you, and I told him you were...you know cool."

"Cool? Just cool. You couldn't talk me up more than that?" you asked with a scoff. Steve rested his gaze on yours for a second, squinting his eyes slightly at you and your eyes that had gone starry and warm.

"I don't know if you should be this excited about going out with the guy," he admitted to you, making a frown come over your lips and your eyebrows to furrow questionably at him and he replied with a shrug, "He kinda sucks."

"He...sucks?" you repeated incredulously at his choice of words to describe an ex-teammate and friend once, "I don't even- can you just tell me what's wrong with him?"

"He's just...I don't know, lame? Okay no, that's too mean-"

"And calling him a clown who sucks wasn't?"

His cheeks burned a soft scarlet as he cringed once again, "Okay yeah that was also mean, I'm not denying that, just- okay- I just never imagined you dating someone like Timmy T alright?"

He grabbed two videos in each hand, his side of the cart getting fuller by the video while you stopped to stare at him with both of your eyebrows raised now, not understanding what the heck he meant by that. Was it an insult to you? At Timothy? Based on the track record of this conversation, it was probably toward him but still...

Shaking your head, you said, "Why are you imagining the person I'll end up dating anyway..."

Your statement made the tapes Steve was holding fall and the movement he made to try and catch them caused him to hit his other stack of videos. All of them crashed to the floor in a span of a few seconds, and you huffed loudly, thinking a single hah before you left Steve to his own devices to help the customer who was starting to look a little impatient.

✧ ✧ ✧

It was clear the following day you were ignoring Steve, and honestly, it wasn't the first time you've ever ignored him, but it was the first time your glare was actually toward him.

He stood by the fact that your glare would be able to kill someone if it could.

Still, it hurt that he was the one you were upset with, but at the same time, he couldn't really blame you. Clearly, you were nervous about this date, and his stupid mouth yesterday was not helping.

And he knew that. He knew that as he was saying those dumb things about his old basketball teammate, knew that as your replies got more and more agitated. He just couldn't stop even though he wanted to.

God, that was why Robin needed to be on shift with the both of you because she typically stopped him from acting so stupid, especially with you (sometimes she did the opposite but he had she been there she would've shut him up and saved him the embarrassment).

The point was, Steve was aware that you were just in need of support from a friend, because that's what he was to you right? Your friend, nothing less...and nothing more...unfortunately, but Steve didn't want to unpack that stupid warm feeling he typically got whenever he was around you lately.

Rather, he wanted to tell you he was sorry for being a dick, and that he was excited for you, even if it wasn't true when it should be. Friends, Steve had to keep reminding himself, you were friends and friends should be excited whenever another goes on a date, you certainly were whenever he did...well for the first few times because he admitted he did go on a lot of dates that you resulted to saying a single 'oh have fun' and nothing more. Still...it was support, and way better than whatever the hell he was telling you yesterday.

He couldn't even tell you he was sorry anyway because you were hardly giving him a chance to speak.

"Do you know what you're wearing?"

Steve was handing a video to a customer when he overheard Nancy's voice, and he turned because he hadn't even seen her come in. She was talking to you at the counter while you were typing onto the video store's computer.

"No, I do have some options though, but I haven't settled on anything..."

"Wait, so you have them already or?" Nancy sounded confused, and Steve watched your features contort into almost shame as you told her you didn't, and Nancy said your name exasperated and said, "You haven't even bought anything, your date is tomorrow!"

"I know, I know, I just couldn't decide and then the time just passed me with work and stuff," you said sheepishly, "Can you take me today? And help me?"

Nancy frowned, "I can't, my deadlines tonight for the paper and it needs extensive review before being published."

You groaned, "Damn, curse you and your dedication to the school paper."

Nancy shook her head at you, and looked around before her eyes fell upon Steve as he tried to make it look like he wasn't eavesdropping by poking around at the videos on the shelf closest to him. She raised both brows, before looking away in thought.

"Steve can take you?" He overheard her say. He paused, but decided not to look over and only listen for your response.

"No thanks, I can find something in my closet," he heard you respond groggily. After that, Steve heard Nancy say something, but he couldn't hear exactly, so he glanced over as discreetly as he could and saw her leaning toward you and saying something only loud enough for you to hear.

Your face contorted into irritation as you replied to her, and Nancy had scoffed, and turned to look at Steve again with a raised brow. Clearly you had told her about his stupid words yesterday. He cleared his throat, and forced a grin on his lips as some kind of greeting to her and she narrowed her eyes at him before returning to look at you.

Deciding that he didn't want to stand around anymore, he approached you and Nancy and said, "I was eavesdropping, but yeah if you need a ride to the mall, I can take you. We're off at the same time anyway."

You met his gaze and replied, "No, I'm fine."

He hated how his heart dropped at your dismissive tone, and said, "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday okay? Timmy T. doesn't suck, and he isn't a clown, he just..." he quickly thought up an excuse, "One time during a game he missed a pass and cost us a win, and I'm still a little...irritated because like I said he wasn't a good player and his dad got him on the damn team-"

Nancy elbowed him, acting like how Robin might and he coughed and crossed both arms, "Just I'm sorry, okay, he is a nice guy regardless of how he played."

You rested your gaze on Steve, visibly contemplating if he was being genuine and Steve was, slightly. He was sorry, but Timmy T. still sucked, but you didn't need to know that.

When you didn't speak, Steve decided to say, "Also...I do know him, and I think I would be better help or something- you can trust me, I was just being uh- stupid yesterday."

You stared at him for a moment longer, before looking at Nancy and Steve watched as a near telepathic communication passed between the both of you. He awkwardly stood there for a good minute or so before you sighed deeply.

"Fine, okay, yeah you can take me," you said, and Steve snapped his fingers and grinned.

"Great, we'll leave for Starcourt right after our shift ends," he told you, and you nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

It was only 2 hours later you and Steve were walking into the semi-full Starcourt Mall together side-by-side and making a beeline for the clothing store where you had told him (well actually Nancy) potential outfits for your date were.

Steve had been forced to take your hand though as he didn't want to get separated from you in the crowd that was only getting bigger. The feeling of your hand in his caused heat to rise to his cheeks, and he hoped you didn't notice the scarlet color of his cheeks.

"Steve, I'm not a kid, you don't have to hold my hand," you had joked from behind him, but didn't move to let go. He laughed nervously, making sure to keep his eyes forward as you entered the clothing together.

"I know, sorry," he apologized sheepishly before finally letting go of your hand, "So uh- where is this outfit?"

You took his hand again, much to his surprise, and led him with you to the other side of the store as you corrected him and said, "Outfits, Steve, outfits."

There was a lot of clothes you were grabbing, different tops, skirts, shorts, jeans, and a few dresses too that Steve had wondered for a moment if you were actually just searching for a new wardrobe. He realized when you were asking for a changing room when he remembered that you had asked Nancy specifically to help you pick an outfit.

A job that was his now.

He stood outside the fitting room door, which was just a wooden bi-folding door that had the various clothes you had elected to take with you hanging over the top.

The worker there was standing nearby, always making sure to glance over at Steve because she's probably had to deal with couples trying to sneak in there all the time.

Steve wanted to say nope just helping the girl I just so happen to think about romantically from time to time find an outfit for a date that isn't with me, but that would be sad, and even though he liked to say his reputation wasn't important to him...admitting something like that would definitely put a dent in it.

"Okay, so this was the original one I wanted to wear," you were saying as you were moving the door open, "And it's cute right-"

Steve turned to look at you then, and his breath was caught in his throat at the sight of you. You were wearing a blush pink top that hung over both of your shoulders and a pair of denim shorts. It was a simple outfit, nothing risky, nothing out of the ordinary of what girls wore today, but Steve's heart nearly hopped out of his chest when he saw you, especially when you turned from him to look at the mirror that was on the right of him and your left.

God, he was never so jealous of Timmy T in his life until right now.

"...so I'm not sure..."

His eyes moved from your outfit finally, and he stupidly asked you what you had just said. Scoffing you rested your hands onto your waist and turned away from the mirror to face him.

"I was saying that I think it's too...casual now, because he called last night and said he's taking me to dinner before the movie, so I was thinking more a dress...I don't know...what do you think?"

His eyes fell back down to the outfit, and he was lost once again...very visibly.

Because of this, you grew nervous again, not understanding why he was so quiet. Did he hate it? Did he think it was too casual? Was he thinking about what his ex-teammate might think? Was it good ? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Earth to Steve? Hello?”

His eyes snapped up to yours, and he said, "Well uh- we won't know until we see the dress...but this is really pretty on you...like really pretty. Yeah, you should probably actually get this anyway because...yeah. Look at you."

You grew warm at his compliment, especially at the fact that he had said the word pretty twice. And the way his eyes kept looking at you, and drinking you in, had also caused a wave of confidence to join that warmth as you turned back to the mirror to admire yourself.

"I actually might," you said, moving side to side while Steve tried to retain his beating heart and wandering eyes, "Okay, I'll try the dress on."

You were back into the fitting room, leaving Steve back to his own devices and he cursed under his breath because to him he had thought he was being a complete weirdo when he was simply awestruck with you.

Friend, Steve kept having to remind himself, he was your friend and friend's don't oggle each other in fitting rooms.

"So uh..." your voice caught Steve off guard, and he looked at the closed door, "What does he like in a girl?"

"What?" Steve called.

"Timothy...or Timmy T whatever you call him."

Steve raised a brow, "Does it matter?"

You scoffed from within the fitting room while stepping into the dress, "You said you wanted to help me Steve because you, in your words, know him...so you know...what does he like...look for in a girlfriend?"

Because you couldn't see Steve, he let himself frown deeply at your question because of the clear implications behind it, "You...you want to be his girlfriend? I thought it was just a date..."

"No! I mean, yeah it's just a date, but I don't know...would be nice to be with someone," you called back. Oh, how Steve was really starting to hate the empty feeling that was washing over him and how his first thought was it would be nice to be with him and not Timothy Taylor.

"Look," he started, a little defeated and slightly heartbroken but hopefully it wasn't too obvious, at least in his voice "I'm saying this as a good...friend- it shouldn't matter what he looks for...you just...you know be yourself."

You didn't reply to that for a few seconds, and Steve was afraid he had said the wrong thing and you'd do a reenactment of the end of yesterday's shift and today's. Then, you laughed, and he tilted his head and asked if you were okay in there.

"Yeah, I just...I thought I could reach the zipper on the back of this dress," you said. He leaned back onto the wall and crossed both arms.

"Oh," he said, having to stop himself from asking if you needed help or something because then he'd feel like he would be crossing a line with you.

It was surprising then when you opened the door, holding the top of the burgundy colored sundress to your chest with one arm and asked him if he could come in and help. Steve's eyes widened, and he subconsciously turned to look at the worker who was suddenly, and conveniently busy with a customer.

"Uh...yeah- if you're comfortable that is," Steve told you, and you nodded.

"Well, there's no one else here so...and I do trust you not to be weird or something," you said, adding a nervous chuckle after that. Steve's lips turned to a small smile, and he nodded before squeezing into the small fitting room with you, sliding the door closed behind him.

There was a mirror on the wall to the left, and you turned so that you were facing it, and Steve took his place behind you, his eyes trailing down to the zipper you were talking about. It ended at just above your lower back and he tried not to stare too much at your bare skin, or think about how warm you were.

“I don’t know about this one,” you admitted to him, “I’d need help and my family’s out of town tomorrow.” 

Steve cleared his throat gently, finally moving his hands so that he could finish zipping it up for you, and he said, “Well…I would obviously help you again if you decide to get it.” 

You looked at him in the mirror, catching his eyes as he looked up momentarily. He casted you a smile before his eyes moved back down, and you felt him grasping the zipper, and slowly lifted it upward.

You observed Steve for a moment, taking in how focused and careful he appeared to be in just zipping the dress up, as if he didn’t want to touch you by accident or something.

To be fair, there was something inherently intimate about this fitting room, with the way the lights were dim and how close two people had to be if they were in one together. And it was pretty close, your own face was inches away from your reflection and you could feel the heat radiating off of Steve from behind you, making you feel slightly anxious and even more warm from his presence.

You had flinched suddenly when Steve’s fingers eventually brushed against the skin of your back, but what you didn’t expect were the sent pleasant chills up and down your spine and even on your scalp. Steve reacted to your flinch with a soft, breathless chuckle, and the heat of it had hit the back of your neck, causing those chills to make a quick and gradual return and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“Sorry, it got caught on the fabric,” he told you, his voice slightly husky from having to talk so low. You simply nodded in agreement, and you leaned a little forward as he lowered the zipper and carefully brought it over the stitch, gently grasping a bit of dress underneath it.

“So…be myself?” you asked him quietly, wanting to focus on something else and not his hands just barely touching you, “Any other great advice?” You meant it as a joke, and Steve definitely took it as one as he finished zipping the dress up then grabbed the two waist ties to finish it off and laughed.

“I mean, it’s what got me a lot of dates after my dating drought,” Steve told you as he finished the knot and looked up at you in the mirror only for his eyes to catch one of the ruffled straps of the dress you chose falling over your shoulder. Without thinking, he was reaching up to fix it. 

You sucked in a deep breath when you felt him fix the strap for you, wondering for a second how you didn’t even notice to fix it yourself. And damn…were his hands always that soft and smooth…did it feel like that when he was holding your hand earlier in the mall or when you took his and dragged him all over the store?

A sense of guilt came over you then, wondering why you were standing here thinking about how good Steve Harrington’s hand felt on you when he was just being a good friend. He was simply trying to make up for his weird behavior yesterday and here you were melting at every single touch or obligatory compliment he threw your way. 

You shook him off of you, and he dropped his hand to the side, feeling equally as guilty as you, but once again, when he looked at you in the mirror and saw the dress for what it was, his head went completely empty. 

The sundress was long, and burgundy with a white floral design that complimented you well, but it was the front of the dress that had Steve awestruck. It was a laced up top, tied delicate down the middle of the front, and the bodice was lined with a lace fabric. 

“Holy shit,” Steve said from behind you, making you look at him in the mirror once more. 

“Is…is that a good holy shit or a bad one?” you asked him nervously, and Steve’s eyes met yours once more.

“Yeah,” he replied, making you furrow your eyebrows at him because which was it, but when you really saw the look in his brown eyes, you knew it was good. And it was this moment you realized that nobody’s ever looked at you the way Steve was right now, so wide-eyed and visibly struck with you. 

“Steve?” 

He blinked quickly, and you watched his face turn a slight pink and he said, “I’m being weird, sorry, you just look…wow.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…thank you,” you finally said, “For uh- apologizing for yesterday, and helping me today. I’m really glad to call you my friend.” 

Steve’s eyes had fallen along with his heart, the word friend coming from your lips directly to him serving as a cruel, but well needed, reminder that yet again that’s all you both were. He moved away from you until his back was hitting the wall opposite of you, and he said, “Yeah! Anytime really- so you’re getting this dress…or the other outfit…or…both?” 

Your eyes shifted to the folded clothes on the small table in the fitting room and you nodded, “Yeah…I think I’ll take both.” 

Steve was fast, picking up the blouse and shorts for you like his life depended on it or something. 

“Great! Well, I’ll just wait for you out there and-” 

“Well, I need help unzipping the dress,” you started to say until there was hard knocking on the door and the sound of the same employee who kept watching Steve telling him to get out of there with you. Your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, and so did Steve’s. 

“I was- god this looks bad-” 

You covered your mouth, your embarrassment turning to amusement before you slid the door open and told her that he was simply helping you zip up and tie the back of the dress. The woman eyed you both suspiciously, before claiming that she would help you while shooting a warning glare at Steve. 

“Hey, we’re just friends, alright?” Steve told the woman defensively, “And even if we weren’t- I would never try to hook up with her in there…for one it’s not romantic and two…there’s literally no space.” 

“Oh my god, Steve,” you said, placing your palm over your forehead as the embarrassment returned and you asked the woman to please help you. 

Steve left the fitting room then, still holding the blouse and denim shorts in his left arm while the other went to push back his hair, shooting a quick look in the mirror. The guy he saw wasn’t the guy he typically saw in the mirror, the suave guy who goes on dates with multiple girls because they’re really into him, no…instead there was a guy who was absolutely smitten with the girl he has called his friend for over a year now who was going on a date with Timmy T tomorrow night. 

“Get it together man, for your sake and for hers,” he threatened himself quietly in the mirror, even pointing at his reflection for good measure. When it seemed he got the picture, he settled back against the wall and dropped his head with a deep sigh, “I’m not going to get it together…”

[mins-fins]

dal segno.

&&. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, but he's unfortunately not yours anymore.

pairing: xiao dejun x m!reader

genre: angst

warnings: implied sexual content, kind of toxic relationship, they are both so incredibly pathetic

word count: 1.2k

notes: hello this is a voiceless isa reporting, i am suffering with the most horrible sickness to ever be bestowed upon me (the common cold) and i was originally supposed to post this yesterday but i fell asleep in the middle of my writing process so yeah 👍 also i have a class in like an hour so i just wanna publish this now and be done with it 😿

you're asleep for a while.

sleeping in a car has never truly been your thing, ever since you were a kid, you could never ever fall asleep in a car even after how tired you were. the fact that you were able to doze off, even with the clear tiredness you exhibited, was odd.

you wonder what kind of change was in the air caused for you to finally doze off in the car..

when you wake up, it is not morning, which you honestly expect because you had only fallen asleep for a few minutes, you can tell because guanheng is still inside, chatting up with his friends or whatever.

if guanheng is still inside, that means the one person you do not want to see right now is still right beside you in the drivers seat.

dejun doesn't seem to register that you're now awake, his eyes closed as he rubs his temples, clearly stressed about something. it isn't until you shuffle in your seat, rubbing your eyes that he finally seems to acknowledge your presence, almost startled by how quiet you'd been.

"holy shit you scared me".

he places a hand on his chest, and you can tell he was genuinely surprised by your sudden awakening because he glances at you then glances away, very interested in the window it seems.

"sorry" you whisper. you feel as if you could cut the air in the car with a knife considering how thick it seems. "hi".

why do you say hi? why do you choose to greet him? you two know each other, you know each other very well, much more than you ever thought you'd know each other.

dejun also registers the awkwardness in the air, the two of you itch to escape the situation, but you both also don't want to be the first to leave. he gives a polite smile, finally staring directly at you. "hi" he greets back.

you have the urge to itch your hand, feeling insanely uncomfortable. a small sigh escapes your lips, and you make an effort to look down at the floor of the car instead. "heng still in there?"

dejun is clearly upset at how you changed the topic, but what else were you two supposed to do? greet each other a couple more times? it's all basically come to shit now. "yeah.. he practically knows everybody in that household, it's crazy".

he talks like he doesn't care much, you chalk it up to him being tired, forced to drive home his friend who has a million acquaintances, not to mention he's sitting right beside his ex boyfriend, the same ex boyfriend whose heart he broke in the same car no more than a few weeks ago.

he did it in an almost heartless way as well, he seemed to have no regard for you, the tears streaming down your cheeks must've seemed pathetic to him, the way you tried to get him to change his mind must've completely altered his opinion on you by then.

it's understandable why the two of you are so awkward, why there are no jokes between you, why instead of feeling grateful to be sitting beside such a pretty boy, your stomach curls in an uncomfortable way.

you glance over at him for a moment, watching as he picks his nails, even with the heartbreak he put you through, you can't deny how absolutely striking he is. dejun possesses a kind of beauty you don't think another person could ever display as well as he does.

you hate that he's so beautiful, a literal work of art, but was still the very one responsible for the days you spent feeling as if you weren't enough. he didn't even try to give you a good explanation for breaking off your seemingly bulletproof relationship, just said some bullshit like "we weren't working together y/n".

and yeah, your mad, you have every right to be mad.

it was never supposed to be more than a friday night hookup, nothing more than a stupid meetup orchestrated by a mutual friend of yours, you two should've never crossed over into having an actual relationship, because your demise was very expected.

"i don't know what you want from me".

"i don't want anything from you.." anymore, is what you want to add, but in fear of sounding even more pathetic than you look, you shut your mouth, crossing your arms. "there's nothing more to say, we're over and that's fine, i've gotten over it".

"y/n—"

"dejun" you don't want to hear him speak any more, because the longer he does the more you'll want to break down and cry. "you made your choice and i respect it, i don't want anything from you".

dejun looks hurt by your words, as if he's not the one who decided to break up with you. he's such an idiot, a beautiful, pathetic idiot. he slumps in his seat, as if you just delivered a punch straight to his gut.

you stop looking at him at this point, because you aren't going to be able to resist the urge to kiss him if you continue staring at his face. another wave of silence spreads between you two, and you want to leave so bad, but you can't, because then you'd have to deal with guanheng's fucking interrogations.

you hear dejun unbuckling his seatbelt beside you, at least he's leaving, it'll make everything just a little more bearable. you clear your throat, pretending the prior conversation didn't happen. "could you tell guanheng to make sure he gets back my copy of dracula from yangyang?"

dejun hums, but sighs. "y/n".

you wish you listened to your heart, but your mind was screaming at you to fucking look at him!

so you did, and you almost collapse right onto the floor. he's staring at you with such bewitched, lovestruck eyes, it's as if nothing bad ever happened between you two, as if you were still happy and in love with no issues whatsoever.

"stop doubting yourself.." he whispers, then he presses his lips to yours, it's as impulsive as it is stupid, because dejun is going to regret this the next day, you know he will.

you hate that you kiss him back, you hate how even though he broke your heart in this very place and left you crying in your bed. you should be ashamed of how easily you fall into his hands, you're constantly thinking optimistically, as if he won't just up and abandon you again.

when he separates from you, you almost want to pull him back, your hand fiddling with his shirt collar.

but for once, you listen to your head.

"i love you" he gives a sad smile, letting go of you and exiting the car.

you just sit there, face warm as you try to register what just happened. you watch dejun walk away, as you've done thousands of times before, you still don't feel any better, but the uncomfortable curl in your stomach has subsided for now.

if you just pretend that everything is all going to he okay, maybe it will!

oh xiao dejun, always breaking your heart and leaving you to pick up the pieces afterward.

[atom-writings]

Can I request Russia x reader? Ivan loves PDA and his S/O looks small and not dangerous. But one day S/O beats the shit out of Alfred because he made fun of Ivan's PDA.

hetalia with a small s/o who stands up for him

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons + scenario

tw: swearing, alfred is a dick

a/n: ivan i vlove you sosososoosos much . did u guys know that hes my favouritest boy in all the lands????

A small and adorable S/O is exactly what Ivan wants in a partner!

He's very aware of how ironic it is that you two are together, and he can't help but find it a little entertaining at least. Normally, he pretends he doesn't though. He'd never admit it unless it was in a completely concealed joke.

You always come with him everywhere. Sometimes it's because he wants to show you off, sometimes it's because he wants you to lose it and go off on people. Every time you defend him, his heart nearly bursts out of his chest (It has done that before. Physically. It was horrifying) with love and adoration.

It just means the world to him that you think he's worth standing up for. Almost no one has ever done that for him before.

So obviously, he's very protective of you in return. Especially considering how people treat you as well, he's thrown a couple of people out of places (Again, physically) for you before.

He knows that you can defend yourself, but you're just so small and delicate! Like an adorable woodland critter! And if you got hurt under his watch, he could never forgive himself.

Also, yes, Ivan would LOOOVE PDA.

Even at the most inappropriate of times. He doesn't have any social awareness at the best of times, but when he sees you, his single shred of shame goes flying out the window.

As shy as he may be, he's not shy with you. Besides, when he’s affectionate, he gets to show the rest of his friends how much his S/O loves him <3 which is always a priority.

As soon as you two arrived at the G8 afterparty, you knew it was going to turn bad. A bunch of thousand-year-old men with a million issues with each other, getting drunk at some random American bar? Well, what could go wrong? That's what Ivan asked, at least. But really you were asking yourself, what could go right?

Yao wasted no time in calling you over, and Alfred wasted no time getting shitfaced. How they let him drink that much when he looked barely 21 and had an ID with a moustache drawn on it, you'll never know.

As you watched him begin hounding the bartender to play something more “patriotic,” Francis nudged you in the side.

”Just like his father, eh?“ He commented, causing you and Ivan to chuckle lightly.

That chaos continued for hours, with the two of you eventually joining in on the drinking. The tab that the 9 of you racked up must've been the budget of all of New York, but that's what government pensions are for, right? Besides, it's not often the group could get along without tearing each other apart. Might as well enjoy yourselves.

Well, enjoy yourselves for the most part. Because the moment Alfred dared to say a single thing about holding down his drink, Ivan of course had to challenge him. Despite the pleas of everyone around them, their boyish pride was not swayed in the slightest.

Alfred didn't last long. To everyone else that was inevitable, but it seems the young man didn't appreciate being outdone.

”Well, of course, you won! All you people do is drink!“ He slurred, holding onto the table for support as he approached Ivan, who didn't seem to care about the American's taunts.

”I do plenty of things, Alfred.“

”Yeah, like make your entire family hate you?“ Ivan's smile didn't falter, but he visibly tensed.

”Funny, I believe I could say the same thing to you!“

”I don't need my family, that's why I don't hang out with those weird Europeans! But you? Ever since your sisters abandoned you, your- your life has been a trainwreck!” He exclaims, breaking into laughter.

Ivan's smile faltered, and the air in the room became cold. The other nations turned to face the two, fearing the worst already.

“Don't say these things, you know they are not true,” His eyes flicker to you for a moment.

“If that's true, name a single thing that's gone well for you in the last 10- no, fuck, 30 years!”

“Simple, my lovely partner-”

“Yeah, your partner who you spend every waking moment being gross with!” 

Ivan failed to respond to that, his cheeks turning just the slightest bit pink.

“It’s almost like you’re trying to prove that they love you. Which like-” He started laughing again, “We all know you’re just paying them to date y-”

Alfred's speech was cut off as you launched your fist directly into his face.

He pulled back, looking at you in absolute disbelief. When he held a hand to his face again, he found it wet with blood leaking from his nose.

“You-” He started to say.

“Stop being an ass to my boyfriend”

Alfred's drunken face contorted in rage, standing up and immediately towering over you.  

“How- You’re so little- Wh-”

“OK! That's enough everyone! Let's go home now!” Ludwig forced both of you to step back, frantically trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yeah- I- I have to go as well...” Francis added, looking between you and Alfred in panic.

“M-Me too…” Japan sputtered out, already packing his bags.

-

As you and Ivan rode the metro to return to your shared hotel room, you sat in silence. At first, you thought it was because he was upset. With you? With Alfred's comments? You'd learned it was better not to ask.

At least, that's what you thought until you noticed the smile plastered on his face. Despite that, he failed to say barely anything the entire time.

That was until you two stepped onto the station platform, when he turned to you and said softly, “Thank you, my dear.”

“For... punching your friend?”

”Of course. What else?“

[punsmaster69]

8/DEC/20XX

a deep breath, and i feel a sense of nostalgia.

weird nostalgia. wouldn't go back, but i still think fondly of what happened.

the crispness of the cold air in snowdin takes me back- and i'm already reminiscing about random memories.

point to almost any rock formation along the walls of this place, and papyrus can probably tell you exactly how he's climbed it.

kicking the snow with my slippers a little bit, i remember how he used to warn me about wearing 'em outside.

—-

"YOU'LL SLIP AND FALL IN THOSE!!"

"naahh. i'll be fine."

"......"

"SEE? EVEN GRILLBY AGREES IT'S A BAD IDEA!!"

—-

for the most part, i always was fine; just had to be careful around the ice.

fortunately, it's not an issue using shortcuts; really only ever slipping a few times.

—-

"I SAID THIS WOULD HAPPEN."

"you've slipped even in your boots."

"THAT WAS A ONE-OFF ACCIDENT!"

"so was this."

sliding me across the ice until we were close enough to the snow to stand again, papyrus lifted me onto my feet once more.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"you've gotta admit that over two weeks without slipping in these is pretty good."

"THERE'D HARDLY BE SLIPPING AT ALL IF YOU WOULD JUST PUT ON BETTER FOOTWEAR."

"these are way better."

"OBVIOUSLY NOT?! YOU 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 SLIPPED!"

"but with snow boots, you have to tie 'em and whatnot."

"YOU DO THAT WITH MOST SHOES, SANS."

"not with slippers."

"YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR SLIPPERS ALL THE TIME.."

"JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TIE THEM?"

"yep."

"that's the plan."

"YOUR ABILITY TO CONSISTENTLY FIND THE LAZIEST ROUTE IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE CONFOUNDS ME, BROTHER."

"IT'S ALMOST IMPRESSIVE."

"thanks. that's the one thing i do put effort into."

"...BEING LAZY."

"it's hard work, doing this little."

—-

ahh.

back when new bad habits of mine still surprised him.

...speakin' of bad habits.

grillby's looks like it hasn't been touched since the day we took all the important stuff up.

the most one'll find in there now is a fine layer of dust only disturbed by me brushing against some stuff.

not that the jukebox ever worked before, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn on if you tried at this point.

——

already knew the librarby was empty; they gave away all the books before leaving to the surface.

took the sciencey ones, myself.

wanted the joke book too, but a certain old lady got to it first.

officially, it is hers.

unofficially, the book keeps bouncing between being in either of our possession for months at a time.

it's gained a few pages over the years, a lined-paper section at the end with a lotta skeleton and snail puns.

think paps split the cookbooks with someone, and hoarded the puzzle books.

(not like anyone else was readin' those, anyway.)

there were a couple on monster history i'm almost certain i've seen frisk with a few times, so they must've gotten those.

as charming as this little place was, the new library's got way more selection.

sorry, not library.

still librarby.

they kept the name. too iconic to change it.

even if it had been changed, we'd all continue to call it the librarby anyway.

——

many of the folks who had shops down here have taken up that same role on the surface.

the two bunnies running the inn and shop moved somewhere closer to new home city for better business.

——

in the snow, i did what i'd done a million times in the past.

i parked myself at the foot of the door which separated snowdin from the ruins.

—-

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

she'd say.

"cash."

"Cash who?"

"no thanks, i'm more of a walnut guy."

and i'd heard her burst out into laughter from the other side.

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Hatch."

"hatch who?"

"Oh, bless you."

then she'd laughed at her own joke hard enough to be contagious.

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"canoe come out here? i'm gettin' bonely."

she got a good kick out of that one, but her laughter had a tinge of sadness to it.

"...But, I am afraid not."

didn't expect any different of an answer.

always thinking it better not to ask quite why, i shrugged.

"one day, maybe."

"or not."

"you could just be mysterious door lady forever if you want."

"....."

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Peas."

"peas who?"

"Peas excuse my secretiveness. I know it can be a bit off-putting."

"everyone's got their secrets, 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 problem to me if you keep a few."

"Ha! I am glad that you are so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 with it."

"It is a joy to hear your 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 jokes every day!"

"nice to have someone with an a-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳-able laugh to tell 'em to."

my slight regret about that pun immediately washed away upon hearing the laugh in question follow after it.

—-

....welp.

as fun as reminiscing has been, i've definitely left papyrus alone for far too long.

gotta spend at least a little time in the snow with him.

that's what we came back here for in the first place.

——

"WHEN DO YOU THINK IT'LL SNOW ON THE SURFACE?"

"it's supposed to get pretty cold soon, so probably not too long now."

"besides."

"if your desire for snow gets too awful bad, we'll just come down here again."

"WE SHOULD BRING FRIENDS WITH US NEXT TIME!"

"would be cool to re-visit the whole underground with everyone after all this time."

"OH!"

he sat straight up in the snow, scattering the powder around as he did so.

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?"

"what's that?"

"COME, COME! QUICKLY!!"

——

from that very same spot we all first looked in awe at our new future, me and him watched the sun set.

golden light poured over everything; sun beams warm in contrast to the town we've left once again.

"WHEN WE FIRST MOVED OUT FOR GOOD, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D MISS IT MORE."

"THOUGH, I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE THAT FEELING OF TRAPPED-NESS ON THE SAME LEVEL EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO."

"IT'S HARD TO GET BORED WHEN YOU'RE THE MOST ENTERTAINING SKELETON AROUND!"

"WITH THE COOLEST BROTHER AROUND."

"aww."

"...MAYBE I DID FEEL TRAPPED A LITTLE.. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."

"WE'RE ALL ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER, AND THAT 𝗜𝗦 WHAT MATTERS!"

when he turned to look at me, i couldn't tell whether his face was lit up more by the sun or the smile he had.

"I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE."

"me too."

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Deep Breaths

pairing: yeonjun x reader

summary: you come home early from work in a horrible mood and yeonjun tries to comfort you

warnings: kind of angsty, a lot misplaced anger, a bit suggestive near the end but nothing actually happens

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i made it really angsty, so i'm sorry if this wasn't the kinda thing you wanted; i feel like i accidentally projected a lot into this and hope it's still okay for you

from the anon request here, i hope you feel better soon

your day was shit.

it's been like that for awhile. tons of little things, built up and up and it was finally your breaking point.

the door slammed open as you made your way in, roughly kicking your shoes off and trying, trying so hard to ignore the burning in your eyes.

"(Y/N)? is that you?"

fuck.

you hadn't expected yeonjun to be at home. he was supposed to be at work right now but obviously wasn't seeing as he stretched across the couch so he could smile at you from where he lay.

"why're you home so early? i thought you were working a full shift today."

you closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to keep yourself in check. trying to hold your anger from bubbling up with wrongly placed fury.

but then you saw all the dirty dishes he'd left in the sink and all over the counter.

one of your biggest pet peeves, something you've told him, it must've been close to a million times by now, to wash and put away when he was done with.

and not let it pile up to the point it was now.

deep breath, that's it, that's all you need, deep breaths.

it wasn't him you were angry at.

so you fisted your hands and faked a smile, clenched teeth forcing a "i got the rest of the day off." with an obviously not okay frustrated tear falling down your cheek, giving it all away.

his face was immediately worried, sitting up with his eyebrows knitted together. "what's going on? are you okay?"

deep breath.

"i'm fine. thank you for asking though." eyes darted over to the dishes, another traitorous tear dripping over the apple of your cheek. "please do the dishes. you know i can't stand when you leave them everywhere."

and he was up, which was the last thing you needed if it wasn't to head over to the kitchen and clean up his mess.

"the dishes can wait, why don't you just sit down? we can talk if you want or if you don't want to we don't have to, but you should sit down." he sounded concerned, rightfully so as he carefully took your wrist in his hand and tried to lead you to the couch.

he didn't understand.

why didn't he understand?

you didn't want to talk. you didn't want to deal with any of this bullshit right now.

deep breath.

"No." your body jerked away from him, ignoring the hurt on his face. "clean the fucking dishes yeonjun."

he hesitated, unsure of what to do. unsure of how to handle this. unsure. "but-"

"clean the fucking dishes. i'm not kidding."

he knew you weren't kidding. knew there was no possible way you could be. not with your tense body and rigid stance, trembling voice and tears welling before falling.

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure." you hissed.

deep. breath.

he looked hurt. he looked sad. and most of all, over everything he looked worried.

your heart stung for him.

you were being mean, unfair.

of that, you were sure but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. to apologize or comfort him in any other sort of way as his shoulders slumped and he walked over to the kitchen.

all you could do was huff and sharply walk to your room, closing the door with a slam and slump onto the bed.

you sat on the bed for a minute. utterly and completely still. unblinking and holding your breath until your eyes burned and your lungs screamed, and finally, a gasp with a sharp inhale, eyes screwing shut.

the dam breaking. everything falling apart, curling up into a fetal position and just letting go.

very unpretty tears and ugly sobs and guilt, and fuck, yeonjun.

you were such an asshole and you knew he didn't deserve it and god, you should go out there and apologize, tell him it wasn't his fault and that it wasn't him-it was you,

but your body wouldn't-couldn't-move no matter how hard you tried. limbs atrophied and heart thumping wildly, another round of tears bubbling up in your chest.

you wanted to hold him.

wanted to kiss him and tell him sorry.

wanted to be stronger than this and no feel like such a burden.

but...nothing.

nowhere.

muscles frozen. breathing heavy. red, bloodshot eyes slipping shut. everything going fuzzy, head feeling as if it'd been shoved full of cottonballs

and you were out.

**

a few hours later you woke up.

it was dark outside and your mouth was dry, body aching, head pounding.

you shifted over by some force of will, hoping that he would be on his side of the bed, sound asleep.

but he wasn't.

and you knew you fucked up.

"(Y/N)?"

you gasped lightly as the door opened and there he was, looking like an actual angel as the lights from the kitchen illuminated him.

he took a step inside, a glass of water in his hand, along with an advil and a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

helping you sit up, he rubbed your back, handing you the advil and letting you slowly sip the water.

after setting the glass down on the nightstand, he handed you the sweatpants and you looked at him.

"can you help me put them on?" your voice was little more than a rasp, croaky from your earlier use of it. "please."

and he did. took your hand in his and supported you on shaky feet, balancing you as with slow, sluggish movements you were able to put them on before falling back on the bed, panting in exertion like you'd done something much harder than simply change clothing.

"thank you."

yeonjun nodded.

"do you want me to leave?"

"no." your reply was immediate, "come here." not even waiting for a reply, you pulled him down onto the mattress, clutching him to you like a lifeline.

he tensed but just as quickly relaxing with a contented, happy sigh, melting into your embrace and letting the silence overtake everything again.

it was relaxing, feeling the way his body molded to yours. the way his arms clung to you as if you might disappear. the way his breath brushed across your collarbone, warm and familiar.

"i'm sorry."

he looked up at you, eyes forgiving but that only made you feel worse. "it's ok-"

"-it's not okay. it isn't. i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry i treated you like shit, i'm just so tired and so angry and i had a shit day but that doesn't excuse anything and-"

"-it's okay." his voice stopped you on the edge of hysterics.

deep breath.

"i'm so, so, so sorry."

he smiled, kissed your cheek, then your other, before finally meeting your lips, making your own smile bloom. "i forgive you." he whispered against you.

next to out of air, you pulled away first, trying not to smile at the small whimper that escaped him.

he recollected himself quickly though, beginning to nearly purr as your fingers began to card through his hair.

"j-just next time, talk to me instead." he looked at you seriously, pulling your wrist away from where you pet him. "i can take you yelling, i can take you being angry," his voice cracked with emotion, and you squeezed him in your arms tighter.

"just please don't shut yourself in here. don't hide from me. i wanna be here for you. i wanna be here for you the way you always are for me. so let me. let me inside."

you hadn't noticed you started crying again, apparently not all out from earlier.

"inside what~?" your suggestive tone with the way you wiggled your eyebrows pulled a disbelieving laugh from him, your own following in suit, watery and pathetic in your opinion.

"i can't believe you." he finally breathed, but he could, and it made him smile that you were at least somewhat back to normal to resume your suggestive comments.

you smiled too and pulled him closer, pushing him down under you, beginning to pepper kisses over his neck. "i can think of a few better ways to take out my anger on you that don't include screaming at you to do the dishes."

he shivered, letting out a breathy moan as you sucked down on his pulse point. "really?"

he could feel your lips smile against his skin and it made him smile too. "really."

"thank god, speaking of which, doing the dishes is disgusting and for the record-"

he didn't finish, a moan ripped from deep in his chest as your teeth sunk into his skin. "shh, be quiet baby, i'm taking my anger out on you."

your tone had a teasing lilt, making him press his hips up against you. "right now?" hoping to anything that the answer was yes.

you laughed and his heart warmed at the sound. "only if you still want to put up with my anger." he nodded quickly, grabbing your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.

"yes please."

"i'm still a little hung up about the dishes anyway."

a/n: ⛓anon, i hope you feel better soon and i'm always here if you ever wanna talk

i might end up making a pt.2 w actual smut, i just couldn't find a way to fit it in nicely w this one😭

[butmakeitgayblog]

When did midwestern au Clarke realise she’s in love with Lexa?

When she had the flu 🥺

It'd been coming on for awhile - the realization, not the virus.

For months it'd been like 'Ah man. Ah jeez... I think I might be actually really legit falling for this sexy little weirdo. What the hell is in the water in this town?'

Because, ya know, she'd really been getting to see Lexa as person beyond just the woman who liked to flirt and take her out for the evening. She got to see the way Lexa reached out and had a hand in how her community thrived. She saw that Lexa did things like check in on elderly neighbors who had no one else to look after them, and how she helped do little fundraiser events that went to the little town school for things like new books and free lunches. She saw that when first big snowfall happened, Lexa was right out there with her shovel, directing all the boys with their pickup plows to clear the streets while she wrangled up a few others to hell her clear out the sidewalks and driveways. (Seeing those rosy red cheeks and that stupid beanie hat. Feeling the chill of Lexa's frosty-tipped nose when she kissed her after she was done digging Clarke's car out. All of thag certainly didn't help her cause for keeping this whole thing relatively casual either.)

She was just Lexa. And after awhile Clarke realized that being Lexa meant being so many different things to so many people. She was peacekeeper among rivals and heavy-fisted diplomat among hot heads, teacher and advisor to the younger ones looking toward a future outside of the town limits. She was friend and confidant to the lonely, and caregiver to the all but forgotten. She was all that on top of being a goofy ass drunk who liked to get handsy while dancing to the sappiest gd country songs Clarke's ever heard in her life. And somehow none of that really seemed at odds with the fact that she liked to stay up late in the quiet after sex just to talk and listen and share ideas with Clarke about books and art and philosophy.

Falling in love with Lexa wasn't a revelation or any one singular aha moment. It was a million moments that stacked together. It was a process of falling for all the different pieces of her.

So to be honest Clarke was already pretty damn far gone on this girl by the time she got walloped with one of the worst flus she'd had in her entire adult life. But then Lexa showed up on her doorstep a little past noon, face tight with worry and hands filled with supplies.

And for as much as Clarke hates to be coddled- doubly so when she's sick - it's an entirely losing battle trying to assure Lexa's that she's fine when she's pale enough to give Casper a run for his money and so congested that just the trip from the couch to the door has left her winded. Besides, she's got a Tupperware container of homemade soup in one hand, and a full case of pedialyte that Clarke knows she must've driven at least 35 minutes just to get in the other.

So she lets her girlfriend do all her girlfriend-things without much of an argument. But it... it really does change everything, without actually changing anything. There's nothing earth shattering about Lexa bringing over the sweater Clarke always likes to steal from her whenever she spends the night. There's nothing particularly exceptional about her girlfriend adjusting the thermostat to the perfect temp and gathering up every blanket and pillow she owns and creating a nest next her little fan so Clarke can adjust at any moment if she feels too hot or too cold.

But there is something about the little pinch between Lexa's brows while she stubbornly checks Clarke's temperature every now and then. And there's the something about how, despite Clarke's dry and chapped lips and the probable dried snot under nose, Lexa still giving her little kisses. There is definitely something about remembering on day three that Lexa was supposed to have been out of town that entire weekend. Finding out that she had left work a day early with a note for no one to bother her, and then canceled her plans to go ice fishing with her friends just to stay laid up with Clarke instead.

"They'll be fine without me," was all she said when Clarke emerged from her disease ridden haze long enough to ask what happened to her trip. "I wanted to be here if you needed me... I like taking care of you, Clarke."

She'd said it so casually. Like it really was just that simple. As though it was no big deal that she'd blown off people she'd known her entire life just to be a certified Kleenex wrangler and back rubbing aficionado whenever Clarke got wracked with a particularly nasty cough.

That was kind of it. After that Clarke stopped thinking about them in terms of 'for now's and maybes and what-ifs down the line, and actually started thinking about what kind of life they were going to build together. Cuz if that girl could kiss her and still look at her like she was the sun, moon, and stars all while having dried up snot on her nose? It was lost cause. Clarke was done for. She was keepin her.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Someone Better

Part 1

Summary: Fred Weasley invited you to a Gryffindor party. You've had a crush on him for ages, and you soon discover he likes you, too. But will your social anxiety put an end to things before they even begin?

Warnings: angst, severe social anxiety, underage drinking

*I'm stepping out of my comfort zone for this one. I generally only write for George, but I could only envision Fred in this one. I hope I do him justice.*

~•~•~

Fred invited you personally, approaching you in the library while you were studying. You managed a feeble "hi" followed by a shaky smile and nod that he took as a yes to his invitation. In truth, it was the only response you could muster, looking at the space between his eyes. It was a handy, little trick you'd learned to help with your inability to maintain eye contact. People couldn't tell you weren't looking them in the eye, making things a little less awkward for everyone involved.

You watched Fred bound off, wondering what you did to garner his attention. It's true you'd liked him for a long time, but never, in a million years, would you've admitted it. Now, here he was asking you to a party. It couldn't be because he liked you, too? Could it?

"Don't be silly," you told yourself. "Of course, he didn't like you. Not in the way you wanted, anyway. He's probably just trying to be nice to the poor girl who never gets asked to parties."

~•~•~

"Y/N, go to the party," your best friend ordered. "He likes you too. That's why he invited you. I asked around today."

"You asked around?" Your cheeks flamed red hot. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I couldn't get you out the door without confirmation," she replied.

"Ugh, now I want to go even less. It's bad enough being mortified at the party..."

She cut you off.

"Y/N your overreacting. Nobody's mortifying you, except yourself."

You rolled your eyes and flopped back on your bed.

"Will you come?" You asked. "I don't want to go by myself."

"I wasn't invited."

"So?"

"Y/N, I'm not going to a party I wasn't invited to. You'll be fine. Maybe you'll get a boyfriend out of this."

~•~•~

He must've been watching for you. The moment you stepped through the door, he was at your side. "Y/N, you made it! I was starting worry you weren't coming. Come on, let me show you around."

He introduced you to several people. You smiled and nodded, avoiding direct eye contact. No one seemed to notice your silence. Or care. Maybe they were too drunk. Usually, your discomfort became so evident that it made everyone else uncomfortable. But, not tonight. "Thank goodness," you thought and breathed a little easier.

"Can I get you a drink?" Fred asked after introducing you around. You nodded.

"Spiked or no?"

"Spiked," you answered, hoping it would help you find your voice.

It did.

For the first time, your words didn't get clogged in your throat. Fred pulled you off to a quiet corner where you talked for a long while. He asked you questions about yourself, giddy when you answered them. You asked him things about himself and even told a joke. He laughed. Genuinely laughed.

Maybe you would get a boyfriend out of this, you mused.

Then, he asked you to dance.

No. No, no, no, no. You weren't ready for that. "I‐‐uh--sorry. I have to go." You said, turning to flee, the crowd suffocating you as you pushed your way to the door.

You could hear him behind you. "Wait, Y/N, please. I'm ok if we don't dance."

You shook your head. It was too late, the damage was done. Stumbling out into the hallway, you leaned against the wall, head in your hands, trying to stave off the wave of vertigo rolling over you.

He followed you out. "Are you ok?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You shook your head, your words once again stuck in your throat.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he spoke again. "We really don't have to dance, we can just talk."

When you said nothing he continued. "I can bring a couple chairs out here, if you don't want to go back in."

"No," you mumbled, unable to pull your eyes away from your shoes. "I'm sorry. I can't."

You turned to go.

"Wait," he said. "At least let me walk you back. Please."

He really did seem to like you. But, how long would that last? He was popular, witty and outgoing. He deserved the same in a partner. Not, some awkward, anxious nerd.

"N-no," you replied, still looking down. "You should get back to your party." You mustered up a smile, glancing at him before hurrying down the stairs.

~•~•~

You didn't leave the safety of your house common room the next day, having your friends bring you food back from the Great Hall.

"He keeps asking about you," your best friend told you when she returned from lunch. "He wants you to know he's not upset about last night."

"That's good." And it was. You were glad you hadn't upset him. "But, I'm still not going down."

"You're going to have to face him eventually," your friend pointed out. "You can't stay in here forever."

"True. But I can and will stay in here today."

~•~•~

Obviously, you couldn't avoid him forever. The two of you had Charms together. He'd probably try to talk to you then, if nothing else.

Fred proved you right by slipping a note onto your desk.

"I'd love it if you met me outside in the courtyard for lunch. I'll grab some sandwiches for us. You don't have to talk, I can talk enough for both of us."

~•~•~

Even though you didn't give him an answer or even look at him throughout the entire class, he didn't push. You didn't see him again until lunch, when you walked outside. Honestly, you weren't sure if you'd take him up on his offer, until you found yourself walking toward him.

His face lit up when he saw you. "I'm so glad you came, Y/N. I didn't know what you'd want, so I brought all your favorites."

Your already racing heart pounded even faster as you saw all your favorite foods spread across the picnic blanket.

You still hadn't really looked at him, but now, you did. "Thank you," you said, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. He grinned from ear to ear and poured you some juice while you filled up your plate.

Fred was true to his word and did enough talking for the both of you. You wished it was enough.

"Meet for lunch again tomorrow?" He asked as he cleaned up, refusing to let you lift a finger.

You sighed, looking down. "You‐‐you have been so sweet, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why? I like you and I think you like me."

"It just‐‐it wouldn't work out."

"How do you know, unless we try?" He responded. "I'd really like to try, Y/N."

You shook your head. "You'd just be disappointed."

He moved closer to you, causing you to step back.

"I'm sorry, Fred. Please don't ask me again," you begged, before rushing away. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you ran.

He called to you, but didn't chase after you this time. Nor did he attempt to talk to you again.

"It's all for the best," you convinced yourself. "Now he can find someone better."

[suhnflowerstay]

game night

mark lee x afab!reader

a/n: this is based on a real life situation so it might not be super relatable (no description of what reader looks like besides the fact that they’re afraid of sitting on his lap)

and it is not representative of any characteristics the idols have or anything lol it does require the knowledge of Jackbox Games. quiplash is a game where you get a prompt and you anonymously write down what you think is the funniest answer and everyone votes for the funniest one. i'm posting this twice because i originally wrote it for mark but my sister thought it was well suited for chan as well soooo yeah!

wc: 2.9k

tags: toxic situationship vibes (like really toxic), smoking (barely mentioned, high emotions, angst, smut, sad ending

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You and Mark had known each other for a few years. You had initially met on vacation and got each other's contact information to keep in touch. You were talking all the time and FaceTiming nearly every day. You were friends, such close friends that you decided to go to the same university. Once you moved to his area for college, you were spending all your time with each other. Eventually, the sexual tension between you began to build and before you knew it, your situationship began.

A few months before your friends with benefits relationship with Mark began, he had been sharing with you how messy his previous arrangement went. You had seen other girls come and go because they could never handle him sticking by his word and refusing to commit to them. You were also not interested in commitment, so you felt comfortable going into it. You knew exactly who you were friends with, so you assumed you would be fine. You were just friends who had a sexual attraction to each other. There was no reason that having sex would have to complicate things, right? Wrong.

Yes, there are people who can have a healthy friends with benefits style relationship. Sex is easy to detach from for some more than others. Your relationship with Mark was anything but detached. You were best friends who had sex, and the gray area was extremely gray. You were practically dating without the label, and that brought a lot of negative feelings bubbling up. But you both didn't want commitment. You were terrified of being vulnerable in that way and he, well… he just loved the attention.

Mark's cousin Haechan was hosting a game night with some friends, and Mark wanted you to come along and meet everyone. When you two arrived at Haechan’s house, you introduced yourself, and the first words out of Haechan's mouth were:

“Are you the one that called on Christmas?”

Immediately, Mark jumped into action to try to shut Haechan up. He stood in front of you and blocked Haechan from view, mumbling, “No, that was someone else.” You knew he had a previous situationship leading up to your situationship with him; this was no secret. You knew this because you were the one to talk him through the end of that relationship. You just hadn't realized how intense it must've been if Mark was bringing that "friend with benefits" to meet the family.

You had small talk with Haechan, asking him what his major was, and he asked yours. He offered you drinks and snacks, and you took a seat on the sectional with Mark taking the seat right next to you. You two were in your own little world, giggling about god knows what while he had his arm around you, when all of a sudden the door behind you swings open.

“MARK PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE DONE THE ENGINEERING HOMEWORK!” the disheveled boy yelled. You giggled because of how insane this random man appeared with his backpack barely slung over his shoulder, hair a mess, running up to take a seat on the couch diagonal to you two.

“Y/N, this is Jaemin. Jaemin, this is Y/N.”

Jaemin’s brain is going a million miles an hour, and the first thing he thinks to ask is:

“Are you two dating?”

You and Mark look at each other, and he says, “No, we’re just friends.”

“Oh," Jaemin says, "Well, it looks like you two are dating.”

Jaemin proceeds to talk to Mark about whatever homework they had, and his whole demeanor has you nearly falling off the couch with how hard he has you laughing. He has major himbo energy and says everything with so much passion. At one point, he ends a story he's telling with, “WHATEVER FUCKOOO!”

Soon, more of Haechan and (kind of) Mark's friends start showing up. A tall guy who catches your eye greets you. He says his name is Johnny and makes light conversation with you, asking how you know Mark and Haechan and asking how long you've lived in the city. Two guys walk in who are semi-shy and kind of just talking to each other. Mark tells you they're younger and more on the shy side, especially with people they don't know. They are, however, ready to play games and are super impatient, not willing to wait for the rest of the group. There are also three guys in the corner smoking, waiting for more people to show up. One of them catches your eye as his dimples are on display while giggling with his friends. Eventually, the rest of the group shows up, and the party can begin.

Haechan loads up Jackbox Games, and your group plays Trivia Murder Party for a few rounds, and then, a guy named Yuta says he thinks the group should play Quiplash. There are a few rounds where you make some pretty good jokes, and all of the guys hype you up, telling Mark he brought someone super funny to game night. You even make a quip at Mark's expense, and Jaemin high-fives you. At this point, you've had a few drinks, and you aren't drunk, just tipsy. But you absolutely need to pee. You ask Mark where the bathroom is, since this is his cousin's house, and Mark leads you to the bathroom, waiting for you outside the door. Once you’re done, he drags you to the empty bedroom across from the bathroom and lays back on the bed, pulling you down you on top of him.

“Are you having fun?” he looks up at you.

“Mhm," you hum, "are you?”

“Yeah."

"Your friends are nice. Jaemin's super funny. I can't believe he's real,” you giggle.

"Yeah, he is... ok, c'mon. Let’s go back before they think we’re having sex or something," he says abruptly. You thought his response was weird, but you didn't think too much about it.

Upon returning to the living room, you see your seat on the couch was stolen by a few of the guys, and you are now forced to sit on a recliner in the corner to watch the game from there. There’s only one seat though, so you just stand while Mark takes the seat.

“What are you doing?" he questions, "Come on. Sit down.”

You pause. “I-I'm okay. I don’t want to like hurt your legs or anyth-”

Mark pulls you down on his lap, so you’re forced to sit down on him. He asks if you want to smoke, and you take a singular hit, not really interested in doing that, and watch the game from afar. Jaemin has his eyes trained on you two, and you feel his stare. You turn to look at him, and he yells from across the room, “Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?”

You giggle saying, "Yes, we’re sure we aren’t dating."

He tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy and proceeds to ask “So, are you guys cousins?” and you cannot stop yourself from keeling over because what does he MEAN?? What kind of line of questioning is that? Why would his brain jump from dating to cousins? You look at Mark incredulously as you both laugh and confirm once again that you are just friends.

You two keep watching the game, rather than participate, and go back to your own little world until Mark decides he’s ready to go home. You follow him out, saying a single goodbye to everyone in the room. Everyone bids you goodbye in their own way with many of the guys saying how nice it was to meet you and how you should definitely come to game night again. You two walk out and Mark unlocks the car before remembering he has to go back in to get something from Haechan. You sit and wait in the car, smiling to yourself, and text your best friend about game night. You make sure to mention the beautiful man you met and how funny it was that he asked if you and Mark were cousins.

Once he enters the car, he slides his hand onto your thigh.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, actually. I really didn't think I would, but that was so nice and all of your friends seem so cool! Jaemin is such a himbo it’s so funny... I can’t believe you guys are taking the same classes.” you add.

You don't notice, but Mark's hand clenches the steering wheel. He doesn’t say anything and begins the drive home. You stop by the grocery store on your way home to pick up some snacks, and everything between you and Mark seems pretty light hearted.

You get back to Mark’s place, shower, and change into pajamas. You two sit on the couch for a bit longer watching shows and just snacking, cuddled up together. You get up to go to the restroom, leaving your phone behind on the coffee table, and when you come back, Mark is in a noticeably different mood. His body language is tense, and he’s moved away from your original spot.

“Markie… what’s wrong?” you ask, still standing.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“It just seems like... like there’s something bothering you,” you insisted.

“Why would anything be bothering me? You’re literally making something out of nothing!” he snapped.

Now, you're officially in a bad mood.

“Fine then! Forget I even asked,” you huffed, collapsing onto the opposite side of the couch to go through your phone.

Half an hour later, your anger has subsided, and you're back to being invested in the show you’re watching. Then, the leading man betrays his love interest.

“Ughhhhhh," you drone, "Why does every man suck? Like even him? You have to be joking.”

“I bet Jaemin would never do that…” Mark mumbled mockingly from his side of the couch.

“What the actual fuck did you just say?” you snarled.

“Nothing.”

“Please do not fucking tell me that you’re upset over Jaemin, a man I only just met a few hours ago,” you scoffed.

“Oh, so you’re counting the hours,” Mark said, not even looking at you.

“Mark, shut the fuck up! What are you saying right now? What is your deal? I don’t even know or care about Jaemin!”

“You sure seemed to care when you texted your friend about how hot and funny you thought he was,” he said, finally looking up at you to see your reaction.

“Motherfucker, you went through my phone? Again? Are you fucking joking? Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t! I saw you texting it,” he tried to say, but you knew that was a lie because you had texted your friend right when you got into the car. He absolutely went through your phone, but this was not the first time.

“You’re a fucking liar, Mark. I know you didn’t see me texting it. And either way, what does it matter to you? Newsflash! In case you weren't aware, I’m not your girlfriend! You made sure of it, and you also made sure everyone knew that tonight!”

Mark scoffed, “What did you want me to say to them? 'Oh yeah we’re fucking’?”

“it doesn’t matter what you say to them because we aren’t anything. And that means you don’t get to be upset over me texting my friend that i thought your friend was attractive," you emphasize, "You’ve done far worse or would you like me to remind you about your sexting with Winter or sending good morning and goodnight texts to Arin when you couldn’t even find two seconds to text me back even if it was just to let me know you were busy?"

Mark sits there knowing he can't say anything to that.

"You have even less of a right to be upset because of all the shit you pull all of the time, so I’m not going to apologize for sending my friend one text about a cute boy I will probably never see again." you finish.

“So you would want to see him again?” he tries to say steadily, but his voice cracks.

You look up and see that Mark is looking at the ground now and has tears in his eyes.

“Mark…” you put your arm around him and embrace him.

“I get it, though, like he’s so much more than I could ever be," he sniffles, "He’s so funny without even trying, and he’s just so cute and attractive and everything about him screams 'y/n's type.' I don’t blame you for being interested.”

He pushes himself up to lock eyes with you. “It’s only you, you know? I know you saw the texts or whatever with other girls, but I only care about you. No one else could ever be you. I promise that at the end of the day, no matter what, I only want you.”

He looks down at your lips and hesitates before he kisses you. The kiss starts off slow and slowly progresses into a more passionate, needy one. Mark is grabbing at your hips, your stomach, your arms, whatever he can get a grip on. He starts whining and pulls away, “Please take off your clothes, sweetheart. I need you.”

You both strip down in his living room. Mark carefully lays you down on the couch and lines himself up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself in all the way without any issue. You guess high intensity and emotional situations just make you wet now after all the arguments you've had with this man.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight," he praises, "You always make me feel so big. it always feels like the first time.”

You moan and beg Mark to move, and slowly, he does. While there’s still a desperate neediness in the air, Mark is moving slowly and intentionally. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours while caressing your body. He praises every inch of you that he touches, littering you with compliments. He traces a finger along every curve and focuses on tracing circles on your tits, teasing your nipple ever so slightly before finally taking the buds between his fingers. He squeezes them, eliciting moans from your "pretty little mouth" as he calls it. He keeps one hand focused on your breast while he uses the other arm to hold himself up as he leans down to kiss you, maintaining the slow but steady rhythm. You wrap your legs and arms around him, pinning him to your chest. This position makes it so much more intimate, and you swear that he's hitting even deeper. The combination is pushing you right up to the edge. By the way Mark starts moaning, you can tell he feels the same.

“Fuck baby, I'm so close,” he groans

“Please cum inside me, Mark. I need it so bad.”

“Ugh, f-fuck, beautiful, I can’t until you do. Please cum with me baby and- fuck- and I’ll fill you up as much as you want.”

His words send you over the edge, catapulting you into a strong radiating orgasm. Your hands are grasping at his arms and back, leaving scratches in their wake, you're sure. It’s very different from what you’ve previously experienced, muted but long lasting, and you can feel it all over. Your orgasm triggers his, and he continues to fuck you through it until the overstimulation becomes too much. He pulls out of you and grabs some wipes to wipe you and himself down. He lays you down in bed and makes his way to lay down right alongside you. He sits up and places his hand on your cheek, turning your head to make you look at him.

“I-" he hesitated, "I’m sorry I went through your phone again,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you reassure him.

“I just- I knew you’d like him. I could tell from the way you were looking at him and how he was looking at you. That kid is never interested in other people’s relationships. I knew he was asking if we were dating, so he could ask you out, and it made me freak out," he sighs.

“You have no way of knowing that, Markie,” you reason.

“Regardless, I meant what I said. I know we aren’t official, but I'm only loyal to you.”

He lays back down, and you say nothing.

You say nothing because this is a conversation you have often.

You say nothing because as much as you want to commit to Mark, you probably also aren’t ready.

You say nothing because the previous statement is probably a lie you tell yourself to make yourself feel better in this relationship you have with him.

You say nothing because you know there will be more instances of you finding text messages with other girls in which he gives them more compliments/attention/time than he gives you.

You say nothing because you know he isn’t loyal to you at all, and you’d rather not start another fight tonight.

You say nothing because there is nothing here to fight for.

You say nothing as he falls asleep in your arms, and you see his phone light up with a text.

jaemin: yo so is your friend single

[vashsmunch]

Duet

Millions Knives x GN Reader

Synopsis: you and Nai are college roommates, who often like to play the piano for each other

Warnings: Slight hurt/comfort

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Ugh, how did it go again?"

You sniffed, wiping a stray tear from your eye as your finger grazed over the white and black keys. Your posture was awful, but you couldn't be bothered. A singular note rang out as you pressed down, isolated and deafening in the silence. All you wanted was to remember that song.

"It's quite late for you to be up."

A weighty sigh left your lips as Nai walked up next to you, staring at the piano you were seated at. "I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe playing would help, but it's not," You laughed dryly, leaning back and closing your eyes.

A long few moments passed, neither of you speaking. You'd grown accustomed to him quietly appearing by your side, though it used to scare you to death before. A peculiar roommate, sure, but endearing once you got to know him. He'd told you once that silence didn't necessarily have to be filled, and since then, it'd stuck. You would often complete schoolwork on the couch together, occasionally speaking up when someone (you) would have trouble understanding a concept. The other (Nai) would give a few words of advice, then it was back to the comfortable silence. At the end of every school day, the best part was being at home, just coexisting with him. Occasionally you would play songs for each other, depending on how much work you had to do. It was the way you two showed appreciation; it was more meaningful than words in that aspect.

He sat beside you on the bench, and you laid your head on his shoulder. You scooted closer to him, trying to get comfortable. A slight jolt of surprise, but he relaxed as he got used to the feeling of you two being like this. "That song I always play... it's the last one I remember from my old home. I feel like I'll forget all the memories I made there if I don't play it." 

You'd never really told Nai about your past before; the two of you had mutually agreed that you shared a space, and that was it. Maybe it was the time; it was pretty late. Perhaps it was the scent of fabric softener flooding your senses. He must've done laundry today. But soon, the words just started spilling out of you. Suddenly, you were telling him about your past, the experiences you'd had before you came to university, trying to escape. You spoke about your future and trying to carve out your own path from the rubble of your previous surroundings. And at the end of it all, you were thanking him. For the stability he brought you since living here and how it was the first time you felt like you were truly home.

Nai didn't say anything. He just let you ramble, listening to your words tumbling over each other as he took in every bit of information. After a few moments had passed, he spoke. "You were trying to play that song, yes?" You nodded softly, not really comprehending what he was saying.

It wasn't until you heard the first few gentle notes that your eyes widened, and you turned your head to stare at him. He was playing, more delicately than you'd ever heard him play any melody. "It wasn't difficult to remember, considering how much I would hear it," His voice wasn't laced with the usual tone of sarcasm but with something a bit more emotional. The fact that he had remembered the tune at all was dumbfounding, but he was also playing it perfectly. It was like he was trying to tell you something; with every key he pressed, he was writing a letter that only you could decipher.

"Nai... do you..?"

"You weren't the only one who cherished our time together," He didn't meet your gaze as he continued playing, but his words were soft and gentle. "Being callous is all I've ever known, and you especially have been on the receiving end of it." You let out a soft snort as you recalled the first time the two of you had met. He had given you the most distasteful look as you stumbled through the front door, carrying all your belongings. His eyebrows crinkled in disgust, staring as you tried to not fall over from the sheer weight of boxes. Not the most graceful of introductions, and sure, he was mean at times (most of the time). But he was also endearing and affectionate, never doing too much when he could sense you were tired. It was the little things like that that made you fall for him, and up until this point, it'd never occurred to you that perhaps he felt the same way.

"I'm well aware that I am not the most likable person on the planet. But you never seemed to be affected by that. You always treated me like an equal, even when I didn't do the same. I've etched into my brain countless times every action you've done. Every word you've uttered plays through my heart like the sweetest melody I've ever had the blessing to hear. Perhaps I don't deserve to feel so elated being here with you. But to me, the entirety of my life has been crafted for this exact moment. I'm devoted to you. Every need and want you could ever desire, I'll provide. Because to me, you're everything. And to be without you is a feeling I never want to experience ever again."

[5eraphim]

Hiya!! Could i request a hc abt a yandere reader killing another survivor after they blinded/ threw a pallet on the readers crush?(killer)

With maybe ghostface the trapper and doctor?

Alright gonna be honest here, yandere readers really aren't my thing, so I apologize how short this is. But, I've been wanting to write more for dead by daylight for ages now, so thank you for the request anon!

Characters: The Trapper The Ghostface, and The Doctor

Rating: T

Content Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence

Song Inspo

The Trapper

Trapper decided to single out Mikaela, who stunned him immediately at the start of the match. Though, due to the nature of his traps, he had to take a detour to prepare his snares before he could adequately start a chase.

He was usually so methodical and collected, even when things got personal, and he signed a survivor out due to personal reasons like this. He was instantly distracted from this when he caught you, pinning Mikaela up against a hook directly across from where he stood as you used a decisive strike to slit her throat. Evan could merely stare in utter shock as he watched the young woman's lifeless body fall to the ground below as you watched her suffering with chilling apathy.

Before he knew what to do next, he watched you dash away. Sparing just a moment to give him a knowing smile, the very last he saw of you before the end of the trial.

Would have an instant "What in the name of God?" reaction.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find you, despite a successful match, downing the other survivors with relative ease. It wasn't until after the trial that he realized you must've been stalking him throughout the trial, only risking being seen once to kill one of your own kind before slipping away once again.

Something about one of the survivors, the beings who were meant to be his prey stalking him. With such careful attention to detail, you'd managed to evade every trap he laid, felt bizarrely compelling. Indeed, it was a feeling like nothing he'd experienced in the Entity's realm before now.

He'd never in a million years assume this act of violence came from your love for him, nor could he really guess why you'd done it in any such capacity. Likewise, he couldn't understand you or why you were acting so differently from the others. Needless to say, Evan was more than interested in learning more about you.

The Ghostface

To say a situation like this was unfamiliar territory for someone like Jeb would be an understatement.

He was always so used to staying 3 steps ahead of his prey, keeping his eye on winning the endgame, but the moment he felt that pallet smashing against his face, he knew it was time for payback. So he dipped out of sight right away, focusing all his energy on dissolving into darkness.

He wasn't anticipating Feng's distant screaming from right around the corner to break his concentration. So, Jeb took this as his sign to cut to the chase and swiftly track her down. But he wasn't prepared for what he would see when he did catch up to her.

Rather than finding his victim fleeing in the other direction, he found nothing more than Feng's severed head in the center of the killer shack in a puddle of blood, separated from the rest of her body, which was slumped over and pushed up against a wall. The sight stunned him completely, momentarily freezing him in place. Then, as he drew closer to the corpse of the now decapitated Feng, he saw a message inscribed in the girl's blood written on the walls behind her.

"You've got me head over heels for you, love <3"

For a moment, Jeb hardly knew what to make of what he was looking at. There was a sinking feeling in Jeb's gut he might not have been as alone in the shadows as he predicted, and the idea there was another keeping just out of sight felt admirably thrilling.

Finally, a worthy opponent! Jeb felt you might've been watching him now, or at least he hoped so! It had been too long since he'd felt a real challenge in this realm, and he was all too excited to track you down and prove no one knew stealth and lethality like the Ghostface.

The Doctor

As easily the most sadistic of the three, he would likely be the most "charmed" by such a brutal display.

Herman's mind is a horrific mix of utterly deranged and eerily analytical. Yet, he is the type to instantly take note and feel a kinship with you upon learning about your more violent inclinations. Though he wouldn't assume you were motivated by love, but through more time spent observing you, he would detect something odd about your behavior around him you never displayed when around others.

He knew the instant he set eyes on the beaten and brutalized corpse of Meg, the survivor who tried to pallet stun him at the start of the match. You must've been the one behind this. Herman always knew you were a tougher fighter than the others, but he never would've assumed you had something like this in you! If he was captivated with you before, he is all the more so now.