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shadowynn · 1 year

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| the paradigm complex | three |

pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

genre: yandere!vampire!cult!poly!ateez au

warnings: yandere behavior, some cursing, negative thoughts, cheating, toxic relationships, (like, um, things aren't really healthy here in anyone's relationship except for reader and felix. sorry.)

summary:

They'll do whatever you ask. Anything you need. Anything you want. It's yours. They'll fulfill your every desire and whim. Give you the life you had always dreamed about.

And in exchange, you wouldn't just give them your soul. Oh, no, They weren't demons. What good was your soul when your purpose was better served alive and well? Your soul was nice, sure, but it wasn't all they wanted. It wasn't all they needed. They needed your body, your mind. Your blood. You entirely. Every single fiber of your being would soon be theirs and theirs alone.

The moment you signed that contract, everything would change. For them and for you.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

word count: 8.3k

a/n: i'm sorry it took this long, but i think i finally got this where i want it to be. i'm also laughing at my past self for saying this wasn't going to be serious and not really a novel and more of a series of one-shots, and yet, here i am, writing a novel because apparently i can't write anything else. oops. but, seriously, i hope you all enjoy. and let me know if i missed anyone on the tags or if you want to be added/removed.

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You stared at the open trunk of your car, wondering just how the hell you were going to get either box up to your new apartment by yourself. When you had ordered the new mattress and bedframe for your new place, you had been counting on Felix to help you move things in, but then he had called earlier stating he was sick and leaving you by yourself for the day.

You couldn’t blame him. Not when you knew he had been looking forward to this day almost as much as you had, eager for an inside look at The Paradigm and a possible peek at your future coworkers. But the timing of it all couldn’t have been worse for you, having already picked up your new furniture from the store by the time he had called you to let you know. If your situation had been normal, you could have just left them in your car until the following weekend, but you knew that would only put you in a worse situation. One where you might be forced to kiss your new life goodbye before it had ever even started.

Knowing there was an elevator did give you a slight boost in confidence, and you thought you could very possibly get the box that contained your bed frame up to your place. The mattress, however, was a different story. Perhaps you might have been able to do it if you dragged it, but even then, you risked making a commotion and you didn’t want to accidentally damage anything in the endeavor either. The last thing you needed was to make a worse impression than you already had; the fact you had been late to your lease signing still haunted your mind despite Seonghwa’s insistence it was fine.

The only other option you could think of was to ask one of your future coworkers for help. Since you had signed the lease last Monday, you had been added to a group chat with the eight of them, each who had been nothing short of sweet and welcoming to you. And though there had been multiple offers of help extended your way, you hadn’t actually expected to take any of them up on it. You didn’t want to bother them on a Saturday afternoon, especially with such a late notice, but your fear of keeping the boxes in your car for another week only to risk your boyfriend seeing them far outweighed your fear of asking for help.

Running a hand through your hair and doing your best to ignore the anxieties that popped up from the thought, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and opened up the group chat. Your eyes briefly skimmed over the previous messages, unable to keep your cheeks from tinting pink at their content, especially knowing the face behind each name.

They chatted often. Not enough to where your phone was always blowing up, but enough for you to see the clear bond between them, leading to many occasions of you feeling like you were an intruder, not quite familiar with many of their jokes or references. But just when you would begin to wonder if they had forgotten you were there, someone would direct the conversation your way, directly asking your opinion on the matter or apologizing on the behalf of someone else in the chat.

You scrolled past the messages that had come through on your drive over as you hesitated - someone had borrowed one of Hongjoong’s jackets a few weeks ago and had yet to return it - fingers hovering over the screen for a few seconds as you wondered just how to word the message without sounding too needy. By the time you had come up with something and typed it out, you quickly deleted it before retyping something else before deleting and repeating the process all over a second time. This time however, you hit send before you could even think about talking yourself out of it and attempting to move in by yourself to avoid the anxiety asking for help always brought.

Your regret was immediate, and you quickly locked your phone up and slid it in your pocket to avoid seeing any responses the request might pull and wondering just what you were thinking. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, and you froze, wanting to pull it out, and yet, terrified all the same. When it buzzed once again a few seconds later, you slowly pulled it out, preparing yourself for the worst, but finding two acceptances instead. Jongho had been the first to respond with a short, but enthusiastic Me! while Mingi had followed a few seconds later, stating he was also free if an extra set of hands was needed.

There was relief in knowing you would be able to unpack your car this weekend, but the solution had come with its own set of problems. Not only did you still feel like an inconvenience for bothering them on the weekend, but you really didn’t know any of them at this point, and had yet to even meet either of the two who had offered to help you today face-to-face. From your previous experiences with each of them, you were confident you could get along well enough, but it would still be a while before you became comfortable enough around them that you didn’t always feel slightly on edge.

You sifted through a few of the other boxes and bags in your car as you waited for Jongho and Mingi to come, briefly checking your own appearance in your car’s rear view mirror. Now that you no longer needed your savings to rent a place of your own, you had been free to spend some of it on furnishing your new apartment and had spent the majority of the morning out shopping. Besides your clothing, books, and a few other belongings you couldn’t bear to part with, there was little you would be actually taking from your current place and you wanted this place to be as move-in ready as it could be by this time next week. And while you hadn’t gotten everything you needed, not quite having enough on hand to buy any other major furniture pieces besides a bed, you were able to snag some new towels, bedsheets, and enough dishware to get you started for the time being.

Your eyes glanced behind you every so often as you waited, looking out for the two who had stated they were on their way down once you had given them your location. You weren’t sure exactly what either boy looked like, but you did have a sneaking suspicion you would be able to spot them nonetheless. All you had to do was likely wait for the next two attractive strangers to leave the apartment building and you were sure to find them.

And though you did your best to not let your mind dwell there, you found yourself growing self-conscious of your own appearance, checking and straightening your hair up once more in the mirror. You had dressed simply for the occasion, putting your own comfort first, and merely pulling on a pair of joggers, cropped tee, and a jacket that you had since wrapped around your waist from the lingering summer heat. Before, you had at least tried to fit in with the higher class of the complex, but one brief look at the tenants who had just walked inside, and you were swiftly reminded of how much you stuck out here.

You didn’t have to wait too much longer. Just a few minutes later and you found you had been right in your earlier assessment. At the sound of the door opening behind you, you glanced back to find two men walking out, both equally as attractive as the others. The one on the left was tall, just as tall if not taller than Yunho had been, while the other was just a few inches taller than yourself. Something that had been said must have annoyed the shorter one, as he shoved the other as they made their way outside, but a smile was planted on each of their faces and the earlier action done playfully.

Upon seeing you standing by your car, both of their faces instantly lit up and the taller one was quick to wave. His smile was infectious, leaving you to follow suit with your own before returning his wave as well.

“You must be y/n.” It was the taller one who addressed you first as they drew close, holding out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Mingi.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mingi.” Now that you were close, you could see his hair was not black like you had originally thought, but a dark blue. that shone through in the fluorescent lights of the parking garage.

His smile nearly had you melting up close, instantly setting your nerves to rest as you took his hand. So, this was the other doctor who served at the complex, seemingly just as sweet and gentle as Yunho had been. And with his appearance just as young as the former, you wondered if the two had met in medical school. They definitely appeared around the same age as each other.

“I’m Jongho.” The other swiftly stole your attention, his smile just as endearing as the one before. All it took was one quick look and you were struck with the sudden urge to know just what it felt like to be hugged by him, all but craving to be wrapped up in his warm embrace.

“So, you needed some help moving things in?” Mingi asked, snapping the strange spell that had grabbed hold of you in that moment, a slight edge to his tone that surprised you. You turned your gaze back to him just in time to see the look he had given Jongho, not quite angry, nor was it quite frustrated either, but almost reprimanding. But a smile was quick to replace it when his gaze met yours once more, leaving you wondering if it hadn’t just been a trick of the light.

“Yes, sorry.” Your smile became bashful, once again embarrassed by having to ask for their help. “My friend was supposed to be here with me today to help, but then he came down with something and wasn’t able to make it, so thank you, truly, for your help. I really appreciate it.”

You ran your hand through your hair, wondering if you would ever feel completely at ease around any of them. You had no want for any sort of romantic relationship once you finally broke things off with your boyfriend the following week, but the strange attraction you felt towards each of them was enough to keep you on edge, leaving you flustered more often than not, all but craving to get in closer.

“It shouldn’t take too long. I just needed some help with these two boxes,” you motioned to the two larger ones, inwardly cursing yourself. You had never had this problem before, not even with Haneul, who you had been silently crushing on since he had started working with you. “So, maybe just five or so minutes of your time and then you can return back to whatever it was you were doing beforehand.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re both more than happy to help.” Jongho waved your concern away, moving past you to grab the heavier of the two boxes. “Neither of us were up to anything important. We were just hiding out at Wooyoung’s place while he started prepping for dinner tonight, which he said you are more than welcome to come to as well, by the way.”

“Careful, that’s-” You barely registered the invitation to dinner, more concerned about helping Jongho with the box he was pulling out, but he lifted it with ease, “...heavy.”

You found it impossible not to stare, watching it awe as he shifted the box onto his right shoulder to help support the weight, and unable to keep your eyes from wandering over the muscles on his arms. You had struggled to lift the box into your car earlier, and yet, he had made it look like it was nothing.

Just how much did this guy workout?

“Careful, Jongho,” Mingi’s voice held a similar tone from earlier, breaking you out from your thoughts once more. You were acutely aware you had been staring at Jongho in that moment, and shifted your gaze away, but not before Jongho had caught your wandering eyes out of the corner of his own.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” He waved both of your concerns away, an innocent, yet almost smug smile on his face.

Mingi didn’t seem nearly as amused, but his expression lightened when he turned to address you. “Don’t worry, I can get the other one if you don’t mind getting the doors.”

You nodded, watching in a similar awe as Mingi grabbed the box that contained your new bed frame with just as much ease as Jongho before. You knew you weren’t that strong, but you didn’t think you were that weak either. Sure, you didn’t go to the gym every day, or even every other day for that matter, but you liked to think you had some muscles from casually working out with Felix over the past few years when you had the time.

It took you several seconds to comprehend Mingi’s request, body and mind not quite catching up to what was currently happening until Jongho called for you from further ahead. You shook your head, snapping yourself out of the daze and grabbing a few bags from your trunk before running up to grab the door for Jongho before he reached it.

You didn’t have to direct either of them to your unit. Upon reaching the elevator, Mingi had pressed the button for the sixth floor before you could even think to say something and guided you effortlessly down the hall to where the door to your apartment lay.

“Where would you like us to put them?” Mingi asked as he slid past the door you held open and into the main room. “Upstairs?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, that would be great.”

It felt strange coming back here, once again in complete awe of the space around you. It was more than you could ever dream of, and completely yours. A fact you didn’t think would ever settle completely in your head.

“Hey, y/n, this is your bed, right?” Jongho pulled you from your thoughts, leaning over the banister of the lofted area to address you. “You want us to put it together for you while we’re here?”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I can get it myself later.” You shook your head, waving his offer away. “I’ve taken enough of your Saturday as it is.”

“Trust me, neither one of us minds. And if I’m being honest, you’re really doing us a favor. Hongjoong was trying to rope us into running a few errands for him since we were free and I did not feel like driving around town all afternoon.” Propping his elbows up against the edge, he rested his chin down into his hands. “So, we are now your humble servants for the rest of the afternoon, ready and willing to do whatever you need of us.”

He winked, and you hoped he couldn’t see the blush that tinted your cheeks as you turned your head away and used all your current brainpower to come up with a proper response.

“C’mon, while Jongho starts putting the bed frame together, why don’t you and I get the rest of the stuff from your car?” Mingi didn’t seem to have any reservations about Jongho’s former statement as he came back down the stairs, motioning with his head for the two of you to head back out. “And then we can help him finish when we’re done.”

He didn’t wait for you to agree, leaving you no choice but to follow after him and accept their offer of help.

“So, how long have you lived here?” You asked once the two of you had made it back down to your car, shuffling around some of the boxes to have a better grip.

“I’ve been here since The Paradigm opened,” Mingi replied, taking the heavier boxes from your hands and leaving you with just the new bedsheets and towels to carry. “Hongjoong and I have known each other for a long time, so when he introduced a new business venture he was interested in, I signed right up. The rent was free and it certainly beat the long shifts at the hospital.” He shrugged, closing your trunk for you now that it was empty. “What about you? Have you always lived in the city?”

You shook your head, readjusting the bags in your hands to open the door for the two of you. “I grew up in a pretty rural area up north, but moved down here for college, so I’ve only been in the city for about… three years now, I think.”

“And what do you think about it?”

“City life definitely has its pros and cons, and for the most part, I really do love living here, but I don’t know,” you shrugged, “sometimes it’s just a little overwhelming being in such a big place all on your own.”

“You’re by yourself?” Mingi’s head tilted, surprised by your words. “I’m sorry, I just assumed you had been living with someone else.”

“Well, you’d be right about that. I pretty much moved in with my boyfriend as soon as I arrived, but,” you paused, unsure how exactly to word your current situation, “I guess I've always felt like I was still all by myself.”

“Is that why you’re getting a new place?”

You shook your head. “We’re actually breaking up, so I was in need of a new place to stay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, but it’s really for the best.” It was hard to meet Mingi’s eyes as you waited for the elevator, fingers nervously fidgeting with the bags in your hands. “The two of us might have been fighting the inevitable for a while, but it’s really something that’s been coming for a long time now, and honestly, as terrified as it makes me being out on my own again, I’m also relieved to finally be able to get away.”

“And why’s that?” It was hard to place Mingi’s expression. He was empathetic towards your situation, that was obvious, but there was something else there. Something more than the vague curiosity he presented alongside it.

You could feel your body freezing up on you, wondering if it was appropriate to dump all your past trauma on someone you had just met, but Mingi felt nothing but genuine next to you. His gentle nature all but encouraging you to tell him what was on your mind.

“Well, let’s just say the guy has never learned how to keep it in his pants.” The words rolled out with ease, prompting you to continue. “And I know, I’m an idiot for staying with him through it all this time, but each time I talked to him about it, he truly seemed sorry and willing to change, and it’s not like I had anywhere else to go.”

Your words trailed off, feeling self-conscious over your past attempts. It was so easy to see how foolish you were now. To see how you should have left. To see how anyone in their right mind would have left, and yet, you hadn’t. You had allowed him to convince you to stay each and every time, fully believing everything would work out.

You tugged the bags you were holding closer to your chest, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in that moment. As much as you knew the problem lay with him and not yourself, you still fought against the lies that told you it was your fault, that if you had only been better, none of this would have ever happened. He would have never cheated on you; you would have never gotten yourself hurt.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump that all on you.”

“I don’t mind. After all, it’s not good to keep feelings all bottled up inside and if it makes you feel better, I can listen to you rant about him as long as you need.” Mingi’s shoulder bumped against your own as the elevator came to a stop, and you could see his smile reflecting in the doors as they opened, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes this time around. “But I can’t help but feel a little concerned over the fact you’re still living with him over this next week. Are you sure that’s safe?”

“It’s not ideal, sure, but it’s not like I have any other choice. I would have loved to move in as soon as I had signed the lease, but he knows where I work and he would have just come in one day and convinced me to change my mind. He can be very persuasive when he wants to be.” You could feel your body tensing, not quite comfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. It was uncomfortable to talk about this side of your past, embarrassing to see just how easily you had allowed him to manipulate you. “But it’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been with him for the past three years, so I can do one more week as long as he doesn’t catch on that I’m leaving. And despite his cheating ways, he’s never done anything to hurt me. Well,” you frowned, instantly taking note of the lie you had just spoken, “not physically, at least.”

You drove the conversation to its end as you made it back to your apartment, motioning for Mingi to set his boxes on the kitchen counter for now. And while you made your way upstairs to check on Jongho and leave the conversation completely, Mingi excused himself out into the hallway to make a quick phone call once he remembered he had forgotten to list a few of the supplies he had needed Hongjoong to pick up during his time out.

“You want some help?”

Jongho had made some progress in your absence, the majority of the pieces scattered around him in the relative shape of a bed, and you couldn’t help but feel partially guilty for leaving him to do the task for you when it was your bed frame.

He nodded, motioning for you to come over. “If you could hold this together for me real quick, that would be great.”

“Of course.”

You matched his smile as you settled down on the ground beside him to take hold of the pieces he was talking about, and it didn’t take long for you to become aware of how close the two of you were in that moment. Especially, when he leaned in closer to screw together the two pieces you were holding for him.

“Once again, thank you.” You spoke after a few minutes, hoping to alleviate some of the tension you felt from being so close to him, and hating how on edge he made you. It was the same way with the others, and yet, it was distinctly worse around some than others. Jongho’s presence fell towards the latter, and you had a much harder time keeping a grip on your thoughts and emotions around him than you had with Mingi, and yet, one look at both of them was enough for all your solid reasoning to leave your body. “I really appreciate your help.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Jongho replied, arm brushing up against yours. “Like I said earlier, you’re really doing us a favor in return. We were looking for an excuse to be busy until dinner tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, you mentioned Wooyoung was making dinner for you. That’s very sweet of him.” You thought Jongho might have mentioned Wooyoung had also extended an invitation towards you, but didn’t want to make any assumptions in case you had heard him wrong, distracted by the show of strength of the boy next to you.

“He’s just about the only one of us who’s actually any good at cooking. Well, Seonghwa’s pretty decent as well, but he doesn’t enjoy it the way Wooyoung does, nor is he as willing to share with the rest of us. Woo usually hosts a dinner once or twice a week, but you’ll definitely have to watch out for him,” Jongho continued. “Baking is pretty much that man’s love language and he’ll load you with more goods and sweets then you’ll know what to do with.”

“Oh, well, if that’s how he is, I guess it’s a good thing I have a sweet tooth.”

The words were out before you could stop them, and it took you a few seconds to realize just what you had said and how it might have sounded, especially the chuckle it had pulled out of Jongho. You hadn’t meant anything by it, but as you quickly ran through the words in your head once more, you began to question what exactly Jongho had meant by his statement and if it hadn’t been as innocent as you had first believed. Especially when he was quick to quip back, “You’re not the only one.”

And was it your imagination, or had he shifted closer to you than necessary? Leaning forward into you as he reached around your body to tighten the piece he had you holding.

Thankfully, you were saved from responding when Mingi came up the stairs behind you, though the way he cleared his voice to announce his presence didn’t make you feel any better from the position Jongho had taken around you.

“Fucking hell, Mingi.” Jongho’s string of curses was almost too low to hear, leaving you once again wondering what exactly was going on around you as Jongho straightened back up. His eyes rolled, agitation once again lining his features, or at least you thought it had. One blink and the look was gone, replaced with another innocent expression as he motioned to his left hand. “Sorry, cut myself.” His hand rose to his mouth, briefly sucking on the end of his middle finger to get rid of the blood that had begun pooling on the tip.

You averted your eyes, shaking your head in an attempt to clear it and wondering just what was up with you today. Perhaps you were simply coming down with whatever illness Felix had. You had seen him the day before, after all, so you very well could have caught it from him then; the beginning of a fever clouding your mind and judgment. And yet, your forehead felt cool to the touch when you brushed the back of your hand against it despite the heat that flooded you.

Things calmed down once Mingi joined the two of you, helping you finish putting the bed frame together. Once it was completed, you directed them to where you wanted it to lie before unboxing your mattress and allowing it time to air out before tugging on the set of sheets you had bought.

By the time you were all done, it was nearly five and you were far more exhausted than you expected to be, especially knowing you had the opening shift tomorrow morning. You were supposed to be working it with Felix, but now you weren’t so sure since he had come down with something. You didn’t really have any qualms with the rest of your coworkers, nor with your managers, but working with Felix was always a lot less exhausting than working a shift with anyone else.

“Thank you again for helping me out,” you said as you made your way back downstairs, rolling out the kinks in your back. “I really appreciate all your help and I don’t mean to seem rude, but I should probably get ready to head back to my place soon.”

“You’re not going to stay for dinner?” Jongho asked, seemingly disappointed as he reminded you of the offer he had extended towards you earlier in the day.

“Oh, right.”

You had forgotten about the invitation until now, and quickly debated over what you should do. On one hand, you were exhausted and craved an evening to yourself, but on the other hand, you didn’t want to seem rude and turn down the offer either. It would be good to get to know them and the others a bit better, and if you wanted everything here to go smoothly as possible, it would be best to get on good terms with each of them.

“If you’re sure I wouldn’t be interrupting anything, I’d love to join you, but I probably can’t stay too long. I have work tomorrow morning and a fairly long drive back to my place.”

And with reassurances your presence was more than welcomed, you followed them out of your apartment and down to the floor beneath yours where Wooyoung’s own unit lay. The door was unlocked, and neither boy even bothered knocking and made their way inside as though it was their own apartment. You followed behind a bit more hesitantly, slipping off your shoes at the doorway and pushing them to the side.

The layout to Wooyoung’s place was vastly different from yours, having actual bedrooms towards the back instead of a lofted studio like your own. A large kitchen was directly to your right, which then flowed directly into a small dining room with a view of the city behind it, while the living area was to your left.

Wooyoung was busy in the kitchen upon your arrival, and you could faintly make out two figures sprawled out on the couch playing what looked to be Super Smash Bros.

“Oh, y/n, you came!”

Wooyoung was the first to notice your presence, but one mention of your name was all it took for the game on your left to pause and the two seated there to give you their attention as well. Now that their heads were turned towards you, you were able to see it was Yeosang and San seated there.

“Thanks for having me over, and for dinner too.” You returned his smile, shuffling awkwardly at everyone’s attention. “I’ve heard a lot about your cooking and can’t wait to try it.” And if it was anything like the cookies you had earlier in the week or the smell wafting from the kitchen, you knew it probably matched up to the hype.

“Well, unfortunately you’ll have to wait another hour or so before it’s ready and everyone else gets here,” Wooyoung turned as the timer on the oven went off, “but feel free to make yourself at home in the meantime and just let me know if you need anything.”

“Hey, y/n, we have plenty of controllers if you want to join.” Before you could thank Wooyoung, you were being waved over by San and Yeosang, the former waving a controller your way.

“Sure, I’d love to,” you politely excused yourself from Wooyoung as you were guided over to the living room by Mingi, “though I must warn you, I’m not very good. I never really got any of the combos down, so I’m usually just button mashing and hoping for the best.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be the only one,” San replied, motioning to the spot between him and Yeosang on the couch and handing you a controller when you had sat down. “Even the bots can beat Yeosang.”

“May I remind you that we only switched to this game because you got tired of me kicking your ass in Mario Kart.”

“Don’t feel too bad, I’m even worse at that game.” You giggled as Yeosang ended the game he and San had been playing, loading up a new preset for the rest of you to join. “Thankfully, though, I can always do pretty decent in Mario Party. Which is kind of sad, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Well, we have that too if you want to switch.” Yeosang replied, but you shook your head, not wanting to ruin their fun.

“No, this is perfectly fine with me. I might be terrible at it, but I still enjoy playing.” You contemplated which character you were going to pick as you spoke. You had thought about starting with Link, but upon seeing Mingi get to him before you, you decided to just go with your other go-to for the first round.

“Sephiroth, huh?” Yeosang was the first to remark as you solidified your character.

“Mmhmm.” You shifted in your seat, pulling your legs up to your chest as you nodded. “Final Fantasy and Zelda were pretty much my childhood growing up, so I usually tend to orient towards those characters. Well, them and Joker. I never really got into the Persona games like my friend Felix, but I do love his aesthetic.”

It took you a few rounds to get back into the swing of things, having been several months since the last time you had played. You rotated between characters as you went, going from Shiek to Joker and then back to Sephiroth, but it was clear you were nowhere near the level of the others. Occasionally you would beat Yeosang, and even once managed to outlast Mingi, but on most occasions you would be the first one dead, proving your lack of skills for the game.

After a few more games, you decided to take a break, excusing yourself to go check on Wooyoung and feeling a little guilty from all the work he was doing by himself while you played. You weren’t much of a cook yourself, at least not on the level he was, but surely there was something you could do, even if it was just keeping him company for the time being.

He lounged against one of the counters, head buried into the phone he held. As his eyes scanned the small screen, a frown worked its way across his features and his fingers danced across the screen to form a reply to whatever had upset him.

“Can I help with anything?”

His head whipped up at your soft approach, and whatever had upset him was quickly replaced with a smile. With one last glance at his phone, he pocketed it and shook his head. “I don’t think so. Everything’s pretty much ready , so we’re really just waiting for the others to make it back. Hongjoong had some errands to run and it seems they had to make a few detours on their way back, so they’re running later than expected. Can I get you anything to drink in the meantime, though?”

“Water if you don’t mind.”

You took a seat at the island counter as Wooyoung fetched your drink, wondering if you would ever get used to living like this. If you would ever get used to living here at The Paradigm. Despite knowing you now had your very own place one level above, you couldn’t help but feel like it was all some hazy dream. That you would finally wake up and realize nothing had changed because you knew how crazy this whole situation was. It was just too good to be true, and yet, here you still were, seemingly still wide awake.

You chatted idly with Wooyoung as you waited, munching on a small snack he had given you when you had accidentally let it slip that you hadn’t eaten anything all day. You hadn’t meant to skip lunch, but it had just slipped your mind with everything else going on. Yeosang joined the two of you shortly after, giving video games a rest for the night after being severely beaten once more.

The others arrived shortly after, just as the sun was starting to set. You couldn’t help but grow slightly more on edge at their appearance, fully aware of Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s position above you in your new job, but it didn’t take long to ease back into a more relaxed state. Well, as relaxed as you could be around them.

Yeosang and Wooyoung kept their positions beside you, while Hongjoong took up the empty bar stool beside you. As you ate, you spoke of your childhood, your family, as well as your interests and how you had ended up in the city. You were aware of the way the attention seemed to be directed towards you, but any time you attempted to direct the conversation elsewhere and ask them about themselves, it didn’t take long for the conversation to drift its way back to you once more. You didn’t mind, not really, having nothing to hide about your past, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bad and hoped they didn’t think badly of the fact you were doing the majority of talking.

It didn’t take long for you to lose track of time, your phone laying forgotten beside you on the counter. It wasn’t until you looked outside and saw the sun had long set that you were suddenly reminded of the fact you still had a long drive back to your apartment. You grabbed your phone to check the time, barely recognizing it was much later than you had anticipated when you noticed several missed calls and a few texts from Felix alongside a message from your manager.

“Is everything alright?” Hongjoong was the first to take note of the confusion that crossed your features as you scanned over the text from your manager, the source of Felix’s concern.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s good. It’s just…” Your words trailed off, trying to make sense of what she had sent you and understanding why Felix had now been trying to get a hold of you. “Do you mind if I go make a call real quick?” You excused yourself from the bar, making your way out of the apartment and out into the hallway for some privacy as you returned Felix’s call.

“Jesus, y/n, do you know how badly you just scared me?” Felix didn’t even bother with a greeting, leaving you cringing as you realized exactly what sort of state he was in. “Don’t tell me that fucking bastard found out you were moving.”

“No, no, nothing like that.” You frowned, understanding how it must have looked from his side, and yet just as lost as he was over the whole situation. “I’m sorry for scaring you, Lix, I really didn’t mean to, but to be honest, I’m just as confused as you are. For some reason Hana texted me an hour ago saying not to bother showing up to work for my last few shifts. I texted her back asking why or if I had done something, but all she’s said is that she just got someone else to cover me.”

“Wait, so she just took you off the schedule and said not to bother finishing up?”

“That’s what it looks like.” You took a screenshot of the conversation with your manager, sending it over to Felix to show him exactly what had been said. “I mean, I guess I don’t really mind. It’s not like I need the money now, but I just don’t understand why she did it without asking me first. You don’t think I did something do you? Something that might have made her mad?”

You had never had any problems with Hana before. Sure, you had your shared frustrations towards the way she managed the store occasionally, but the two of you had always gotten along, at least you thought you had. She had always seemed to appreciate your work ethic and she had never expressed any concern towards you before. But what if something had happened? What if she had overheard one of your conversations with Felix about you wishing you could just finish up this job and move on with your life and had gotten upset over it?

“No way, you were Hana’s favorite, so maybe she just wanted to give you a break.” Felix replied, pushing back any anxieties that had popped up from it. “You’ve covered a lot of shifts for her in the past, so maybe she just wanted to repay the favor here in the end, especially knowing how excited you are.”

“I don’t know.” You leaned back against the wall behind you, still trying to run the situation over in your head. Because of the delicate position you were in, you had only simply told her and your other coworkers you were moving. The only one who knew exactly where was Felix. “Maybe.”

“Well, regardless of what or how it happened, it looks like you now have the week off, so what are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know.” In all your confusion over what had happened with your schedule, you had yet to even think about what that meant for you or what you might be able to do with it. “I guess I could move in early now, but…” You paused, the weight of the situation hitting you. You had known all along what was happening, and yet, it had never quite hit you like it did now.

“But, what? Don’t tell me you're getting second thoughts about it all again, because if you are, I will drive over to your place right now and drag your ass out of there whether you want me to or not.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” At least you didn’t think it was. You wanted to leave, you did, but why did it suddenly scare you so much? “And I’m not even there right now, so your drive would be wasted.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still unpacking, are you?” You could hear the pity in Felix’s voice, fully aware he still felt terrible for having to bail on you earlier in the day.

“Oh, no. I got some help from Mingi and Jongho and we finished up hours ago.” You quickly waved his concern away. “It’s just that I got invited to dinner and lost track of time.”

“Dinner?” You didn’t have to see Felix to know what expression had crossed his face, and you did your best to hide your blush regardless of the fact you couldn’t see each other.

“No, it’s not like that at all. I guess Wooyoung hosts dinners occasionally, so I just got roped into going as well.” Your body shifted, growing uncomfortable by the inclination his voice had held and lowering your voice. “There’s absolutely nothing going on and they’re just being friendly, Lix. Just friends hanging out with friends, nothing more.”

“Well, at least for now.”

“Oh, come on Felix, it’ll never come to that and you know it.” And despite the teasing tone his voice had taken, you could feel yourself beginning to sink into yourself, realizing how stupid it would be to ever think otherwise. “I don’t doubt that most of them are already in a relationship, and even if they’re not, they wouldn’t be interested in me. I mean, why the hell would they?”

“Well, if you ask me, they’d be dumb not to be.” Felix’s voice softened. “I mean, if I swung that way, I’d snag you right up before anyone else could have a chance to steal you. You’re the ultimate package, n/n. You’re sweet, kind, smart-”

“You’re only saying that because you’re required to as my best friend.”

And he had to be, didn’t he? After all, how could you believe something like that when everything in life had told you otherwise? The only person to ever express an interest in you before had swiftly shown you weren’t worth it and continued to tell you so for years. He had proved that there was something wrong with you, because otherwise, he would have cared enough about you to not break you completely.

“I know it might be hard to believe it at times, but you are worth it, y/n, truly. And one of these days you’ll finally meet someone who will help to teach you that, but for now, you’ll just have to take it from me. And I promise you, I’m not saying any of this because I’m required to, but rather because I believe it.”

“Oh, Felix.” You wiped your eyes, brushing away the tears that had fallen and biting back the apology that fell at the tip of your tongue. You had had this conversation or similar ones enough in the past to know Felix would only immediately refute it, saying there was absolutely no need to apologize. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” You repeated the words you had said to him so often, truly wondering why he had ever decided to become your friend with all the baggage that came with you. In all the time you had known him, he had been a bright light in your life and a steady force that had gotten you through some of the roughest times in your life.

You talked for a minute longer to help lift your spirits back up, confirming with Felix that you were in a fit state to drive and would head back to your boyfriend’s place for the night and start packing up so that you were ready and gone before he came home tomorrow night. You strayed in the hallway for a bit longer once the call was over, attempting to get your emotions under control once more and prayed that your eyes weren’t red from crying.

Taking one last breath and doing your best to compose yourself, you made your way back into Wooyoung’s apartment to thank him, Mingi, and Jongho one last time before heading back for the night.

“Everything alright?” Hongjoong was the first to address you at your return, but you shook off his concern as best you could, fully hoping the smile you wore met your eyes.

“Yeah, it was just some stuff that came up with work.” Your hands fiddled with the end of your jacket’s sleeves, shuffling awkwardly at the eyes that watched you. “Apparently my manager found someone to take the rest of my shifts for the week and was just letting me know.”

“So, you’re now done?” Mingi asked, turning from his conversation at the table with Yunho to address you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll still need to drop a few things off sometime this week, but I’ll probably do that sometime tomorrow after I’m done packing.” You paused for a moment before continuing, hoping you wouldn’t make things awkward by leaving directly after the phone call. “Which I have quite a bit to do now in a short amount of time, so I should probably go ahead and leave for the night-”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Hongjoong asked, stopping you from heading back to the door when he took hold of your wrist. “You did have quite a bit of wine earlier, and I don’t think it would be safe for you to drive.”

“What are you talking…?” Your head tilted, confused as to what he was talking about. You hadn’t drank anything tonight because you had known you would be driving back home. You had made sure of it.

And yet, now that you thought about it, you weren’t so sure. You didn’t think you had drank anything, but then why was there an empty wine glass next to your plate alongside the faintest memories beginning to pop up of you drinking it. Hadn’t Wooyoung offered you a glass before dinner had begun, and you had accepted thinking it would be fine if you drank it early enough?

God, how could you have forgotten you had been drinking? Were you really that drunk that you had completely forgotten what you had been doing? And how could you, when you could so clearly feel the effects of the alcohol in your system now, leaving you unsteady on your feet. What had you been thinking earlier? You were in no state to be driving. Not when you were now struggling to stand on your own two feet.

“Right, um…” You struggled to get your thoughts together, suddenly aware of how hot it was in there.

“Woah, you okay there, pretty?” It was Yeosang behind you who spoke, grabbing hold of your shoulder to help steady you when you attempted to take your jacket back off, the action leaving you stumbling forward.

He, alongside Hongjoong, who still had a hold on your wrist, used their grip on you to guide you back down to your seat, leaving your vision racing momentarily. When your eyes managed to focus once more, you saw Hongjoong leaning over you, his close presence doing little to calm your racing thoughts, and only serving to scramble them more than ever. And as you looked up into his eyes, all your mind could focus on was how breathtakingly beautiful he was alongside the deep yearning to feel his lips pressed against your own.

“Why don’t I take you back to your room?” His hand brushed the hair out of your eyes, expression painstakingly sweet. “And then maybe we can go over and help you pack the rest of your stuff in the morning when you’re in a better mindset, yeah?”

You didn’t hear exactly what he had said, your brain too scrambled to comprehend what exactly was going on, but you nodded your head in agreement anyways, ready and more than willing to do whatever it was he asked of you.

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twenty one.

warning; ��?🤔?🤔?🤔. 1.1k words. masterlist.

“who would’ve guessed.”

“guessed what?”

“that you’d be mrs nishimura.”

you reach over to cover her mouth after seeing how quickly the other female students around you had reacted to that phrase.

you hadn’t exactly been a favourite around school lately, especially not after hanging out with niki more. more than half the female population had begun to give you weird glances while the other half in a way, admired you. you’re not even sure if it was a win or a lose situation for you at this point but you really disliked all the attention.

“can you not? you’re going to get me murdered on the way back to class later.”

“they’re just jealous,” your friend giggles while giving everyone else side glances, “they’re all here to watch YOUR man practice. YOUR man.”

“well... technically he’s not my man,” you sigh, your gaze going back to the field where niki and his team were practicing, “we haven’t talked about it, neither has he asked me anything.”

“um what. girl. you guys are a mess. whatever. i’m going to get some food then we’ll continue this conversation.”

as your friend gets up to leave, her spot is filled in almost immediately by the new handsome transfer student, dressed in his new football jersey.

“how’s practice haruto? how’s joining the team been?”

“thanks to you miss class president, now i have to practice after school and during lunch with your jealous boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you were quick to retaliate, startling not only yourself but also some of the others around you, “well- not yet... i don’t think. i- i don’t know.”

“the way he’s glaring at us, says otherwise.”

and true to haruto’s words, there in the middle of the field is niki, staring directly back at you while the rest of his team are running about. the look on his face tells you that he’s perhaps unhappy but you let him be because it’s not like he was your anything anyway.

right?

come to think of it, why weren’t you guys together?

you both have been spending quite a bit of time together lately, holding hands, kissing once or twice... even fighting like a couple. but despite all that, your relationship with the team captain remained unclear. you’ve attempted to bring up the awkward topic on a few occasions but the boy seemed to shrug it off every time.

an arm over your shoulder brings you out of your deep thoughts, just to realise it’s haruto and right before you now, stood the boy you had been thinking about. if he was looking unhappy before, well he was looking ten times that now.

“watanabe what are you doing?” niki clears his throat, his eyes however are glued onto where haruto’s arm is over you, “go practice.”

“thank me later,” haruto leans right in without hesitation, his face partially buried into your hair as he whispers, “you owe me one.”

and off he goes, nonchalantly skipping back to the team as if he didn’t just potentially stir up drama between you and niki again.

“what nishimura?”

“don’t what me, what are the hell are doing with him?”

“why are you acting like that?” you bite back without caring about the eyes that were currently on you and niki, that being the least of your worries right now, “like a jealous boyfriend?”

the look he gives you is one mixed with a little bit of everything. shock, anger and confusion. he’s 100% taken back by your words and to be honest, so were you.

“i’m not jealous-”

“or my boyfriend, right?” you were walking away before you could even stop yourself, the situation too awkward now for you to turn back. the whole intense exchange wasn’t something you intended for to happen but it was too late now. you said what you said without even thinking.

the awkwardness is unfortunately dragged out for the rest of the day, with the boy not once talking to you. hell, he didn’t even look your way when you handed out work sheets in class.

and thanks to that, you were up and out of the classroom the moment the bell rang, heading towards the library to tutor haruto after class. technically you were supposed to tutor both him and niki but you doubt the team captain will show up.

but much to your surprise, there sitting at your usual table is niki. alone.

“n- niki? where’s haruto?”

“uh. he was busy,” the boy looks suspicious, his eyes going back and forth like he’s trying to hide something, “but since you’re here already, you might as well help me with my maths homework.”

“since when do you even do your homework?”

the boy rolls his eyes before pulling you down onto the spare seat by the wrist, your body crashing slightly into his. you could feel your cheeks heating up with your position, especially with how one of his hands is holding your back, preventing you from hurting yourself.

some time passes as you make it through three pages of the textbook, your nerdy self so immersed in the work to realise that your student wasn’t even listening at this point. boy was just busy staring at you, right at your face with the cutest smile on his own.

“so for this one, you’d have to take the denominator-” you look up at him out of habit, just to catch him focused on you instead of the textbook, “what? is something confusing you?”

your question is left unanswered, silence overtaking the two of you as the weird eye contact continues. you have no clue why he’s not saying anything or why he’s smiling at you, but seeing him like this had your heart fluttering into a gazillion butterflies. it always has.

“what niki? you’re scaring me-”

“be my girlfriend?”

it’s as if the whole world had stopped, cliché, you know. he’s completely fixated on you, his body gradually leaning in as his hands suddenly grabs onto yours.

“niki if this is because of what happened at lunch, i’m sorry but you don’t need to-”

“no i’ve been wanting to ask for a while... but didn’t know how,” he looks away from you as he mumbles off, his cute cheeks clearly flushing the more his blabbering continued, “i’ve never asked anyone before so i didn’t know if i should do it at school or after school or-”

“yes nishimura.”

“huh-”

without hesitation, you lean in and kiss him, confusing the poor boy who had his eyes as wide as they could be. it made you giggle a little, because the boy usually had you speechless and wide eyed but it was finally your turn this time.

“unless you don’t want be my boy-”

“not a chance.”

*ding*

you both turn to the two phones lying on the table, confused at why it lit up at the same time with a new notification. and to both your surprises, it’s a text message from the same person.

NEW MESSAGE 3:52PM: haruto watanabe “you both owe me ice cream.”

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falloutjuli · 7 months

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Thanks to my beloved fellow unhinged Chuuya simps, I wrote this monster. Please do let me know if youre interested in more domestic malewife Chuuya, because woo boy was this fun to write. <3

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Chuuya Nakahara x Reader - Domestic Adventures Wordcount: 4,7k Short summary: Chuuya, being the kind man he is, gives you an empty room after moving together to do with whatever you like. While he is gone over the weekend, you get to know his subordinates and take him up on that offer. Warnings: NONE - Reader is an socially awkward mess, Chuuya being a cutie, author is too dumb to propperly proofread, author is unsure at this point what sap means, but also doesnt get a clear answer from google, so she will let it stand the way it is.

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"Chuuya... I eh.. that's really kind, but seriously I dont-'' Rudely you were interrupted by a chaste kiss that your favorite ginger pressed into your lips.

"No back-talking. I insist you take it and make it yours. I never used it for anything anyway. Was planning to turn it into a wine room perhaps but it serves a way better purpose as your room." You looked at him, annoyed, a sigh escaping your lips.

"But you like wine." You mused, trying to convince him again, but he was a stubborn man after all. "Yeah, but I like you more, doll. And you moved into my apartment, so I think it's fair you get a room where you can destress and take a break from me if you ever need one."

Leaving your side he picked up his hat from the kitchen island, before coming up behind you, pressing a few kisses to your neck.

"I'm leaving my credit card with you, the pin if you need it is our anniversary. And since I unfortunately have work to do, I have two of my subordinates waiting outside if you want to go anywhere. They will also gladly help you with anything regarding the room, just ask yeah?"

You looked at the room one last time, before turning around to hug him. "Okay. I'll see what I do with this room. Be careful okay?"

He nodded, kissing you one last time before leaving out the door. His heart ached each time he had to leave for a while, especially over the weekends but it also gave you time to fully focus on this project and he was more than excited to see what you'd do.

Back inside the apartment that now was your home too, you really were unsure what to do. Being given a rather spacious room to do whatever you want with it... that was a new thing.

But it wasn't like you had no Pinterest boards filled with room inspos. Scrolling through them while drinking tea helped you to get a better idea of what you wanted to do.

So a little paint would be needed, some furniture, and loads of tiny decorations. But how would you even manage to paint, the last time was when you moved into your old apartment, and that sucked majorly.

Remembering that your trusty boyfriend had left his subordinates with you, you could ask them perhaps. After getting ready to go out you went out into the spacious hallway that lead to the apartment, where two men dressed in black suits were already standing.

"Um, hey." You said awkwardly. Could you even ask hardened mafia members to please help you paint a room? Well, you'd find out now. The burly guys nodded, signaling you to continue, no emotion readable on their faces.

"Well, I was planning to paint a room and I wondered if it was alright to ask for your help?"

"We'll do anything you ask of us, that was Nakahara-san's instruction." The blond one said, adjusting his sunglasses.

"I figured, but still, I want to ask, if you don't want to, you won't have to."

The ensuing silence felt awkward as you shifted from one foot to the other.

"Is the paint already inside or do you need an escort to the city first?" The brown-haired one asked and you responded with a weird ramble of all the things you would need and places you planned on going to.

"Well, we better get going then right?" The blond one said and guided you over to the elevators.

It wasn't long before you sat in the backseat of one of the Port Mafia's Standart black cars, with your new companions sitting in the front. The ride was silent and you kept accidentally meeting their gazes whenever they went to look in the rear mirror to check in on you.

"(L/N)-san?" The brunette spoke up, making you cringe a little being addressed so formally.

"Just Y/N is fine!" You said.

"Right, Y/N, you can always call a friend if you want to have someone more familiar with you. We can pick them up on the way." You shook your head.

"No, it's alright."

You'd rather not subject your friends to suddenly seeing you with an entourage since most didn't even know you're dating a Mafioso. You had lied and told them he was working a government job and therefore needed his privacy.

So far no one had ever questioned you further about your elusive boyfriend and you preferred it to stay that way.

The first stop at Ikea made you grateful Chuuya had left these guys with you, since it was really helpful having four strong extra hands who lifted heavy packages and drove the carts around for you.

You still wanted to disappear in a hole whenever customers or workers turned their head, watching you with confused expressions but yeah, you'd need to get used to that now.

Chuuya was overprotective and now that it was more apparent that you belonged to him, there was no chance you'd have much alone time while out and about. Somehow the Mafia would always have an eye on you, even if it's just to calm Chuuyas mind.

"We scanned everything in, you can now pay." The blond said and you nudged past the many cartons to hold Chuuyas card to the card reader that happily asked you for the pin.

Typing in your anniversary date made the window close and a long paper came rushing out. You quickly collected it, stuffing it in your purse before you and your companions went back outside. Just outside the building, you noticed there was no way in hell all the new stuff would fit.

"Hey eh, guys, how are we gonna get this to Chuuyas?" You asked and the guys exchanged looks, obviously not having considered that either.

"I'll stay here, make a call and deliver them in a while, you go and pick up the rest." The brown-haired one offered, making you immediately feel bad.

"But won't that be... boring or rude?" You asked but he shook his head. "It won't take long, don't worry." You nodded and waved goodbye, following the blond to the car.

Once back on the road you finally asked what had been on your mind.

"Mind if I ask your name? It feels weird not knowing who's driving me around and all." You said and you spotted a smile from the rear mirror. "Sato and the other guy is Hiro."

You nodded, the awkwardness still barely fleeting.

While picking up the paint and anything else needed to mount the furniture later you and Sato fell into some Smalltalk. Nothing deep or noteworthy, just anything to ensure no awkward silence could take place again as it drove you up the walls.

The ever so slim fear that these guys could tell Chuuya how much of an awkward mess you were had a chokehold on you.

After being sure you had everything needed for the start, you two drove back, only stopping by a bakery you spotted near your new home.

When you were finally back in the familiar four walls of your home, you saw that Hiro had been a busy bee, by having gotten all the new furniture already up and inside.

"Oh wow, thank you so much." You said and placed the bakery goods on the kitchen island. Meanwhile, your new Mafia friends, if they could be considered that even, sorted things away and then quickly grabbed everything to start painting Soon.

"So what's the plan?" Hiro asked you eventually and had you pull up the references you picked out.

"You guys think you can manage that?"

"Don't doubt our capability." They humored you and got to work, while you began putting together the little nick-nacks that would soon find home in the room.

Around the early evening, you made tea and coffee for the two men and served some of the cake you got earlier, which the two thanked you wholeheartedly for.

Even later again, they called it quits, the room now colored just how you wanted it. "Wow, that's perfect! Thank you two so much." You beamed at them and though they would never admit it, they felt glad you enjoyed it.

"Well, it'll need to dry overnight before we put in the furniture tomorrow, so we will leave you to it for tonight, alright?" Hiro stated and you bid your goodbyes, now once more alone in the spacious apartment that currently was inhabited by Swedish packages, and loads of decorations, only waiting to find their place soon.

Yeah, this was all coming together.

The next morning started slow, the bed always felt the worst if Chuuya wasn't in it with you, but you managed to pull it together once you were munching on your breakfast. Especially when a quick message pops up on your phone.

Chuu Chuu: Thinking about you

He was a sap, even if he'd never admit it. It was tiny gestures like these that had you know how much he loved you. Even when he was away on missions or errands, he tried to find the time to let you know his heart was with you.

Same here. Can't wait to see you again.

You replied and put it down to walk to your front door which had just been knocked on, opening it to be met with the two guys from yesterday.

"Morning." You said and they replied the same, as you let them in. "Coffee, tea, anything I can offer you guys?" You asked, still feeling guilty for taking advantage of the fact that Chuuya had ordered them to fulfill your every wish.

"Am fine for now, what about you?" Hiro asked Sato, who agreed to not need anything.

You shrugged and watched as the two inspected the now-dried walls in your room, then making plans on the next steps.

"Need any help?" You chimed in, but again, the two declined.

"No need. Enjoy your morning Y/N." You nodded slowly and sat back down on the red, expensive couch with your tea, while scrolling through your phone.

Ever so often you'd look up, watching the two Mafiosi rip open packages, bicker about what they'd do first, and carry things around.

Soon little to no big packages were left, Sato and Hiro currently working on a bookshelf, when your scrolling was interrupted by a phone call from Chuu Chuu. Surprised you picked up immediately.

"Hey, didn't think I'd hear from you so soon." You said, getting up to satisfy the odd urge to walk around while talking.

"I currently have a little downtime before I'm probably am right back in the middle of annoying shit, so I called my doll. How is the room progress coming along? Are the guys helping you?"

You slyly took a peak in said room, watching the almost finished bookshelf and replied; "Yeah, going great. At this rate you won't even see any trace of package material." You laughed and he chuckled along too.

"I cannot wait to see you again. I miss you." He sighed, his longing clearly audible.

"Chuu, it's been barely twenty-four hours."

"And? Even a minute without you inflicts me more pain than any other wound I have received over the years." You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. If anyone knew the scary gravity manipulator and Mafia executive was one of the most domestic and sappy guys you knew, no one would believe you.

"You're exaggerating."

"Perhaps a little. But my point still stands. I'll treat you to dinner on Monday when I'm back alright?" You leaned on the kitchen island, a dreamy smile plastered across your face and you could only imagine that Chuuya must look similar.

"Alright. See you Monday yeah? I don't wanna keep you from work. Watch out for yourself." You said.

It felt unnecessary to tell him to be careful, he was the strongest man you knew, but you still said it. And while you did it, Chuuya appreciated it each time.

"Of course. The same goes for you. I love you Doll."

"Love ya too Chuuya." And then there was silence, except for the hammering coming from the room. A sigh escaped your lips.

Fuck, him calling you only made you miss him like crazy. How cruel of him.

It only took another hour after Chuuya had checked in with you, for Sato and Hiro to have finished building and placing all the furniture. They watched you inspect the room and felt relieved when you gave them a thumbs-up.

They were kind enough even to help you sort in all your stuff, the new plants, lights, books, figures, even when you had said multiple times that it wouldn't be necessary.

As you poked a fork into your takeout you finally asked the two, "Don't you like... I dunno, get bored of hanging around me..?"

Looking up from their portions, they immediately shook their head.

"Not really. Even if, we couldn't complain since Nakahara-san gave us this order, and the order is to "keep his most priced possession safe"." The three of you finished the sentence, imitating Chuuya.

Yeah, he really was obsessed with your safety ever since he knew he wanted you by his side. Well, being in Chuuyas Highranking Mafia position, he of course had enemies and while you knew you could be targeted just to get to him, you always found him to get a little too paranoid.

Sure, he had lost so much already and was afraid of losing again, but you weren't a child. Though you still appreciated his concern and knew he'd never trap you, make you depend on him or anything, he simply wanted your safety assured so his mind was calmer.

You knew him too well by now.

"Well, thanks anyways for all the help! Don't think I could have gotten the whole thing done this quick without you." The two guys smiled at you, nodding their heads.

The evening soon came to an end as you declared you'd take a bath and then go to bed, feeling exhausted even if you barely did much today.

Sato and Hiro bid their goodbyes, telling you they will check in tomorrow around noon for your well-being and then left to keep guard around the block.

Once more, an evening alone. It was spent with some snacks in front of the TV, catching up on some series that Chuuya wasn't interested in.

It was a nice distraction from the now lonely feeling in the apartment. When you could barely keep your eyes open, you decided it was time for bed.

Sinking into the luxurious and spacious bed, you fell asleep right in the middle, hugging Chuuyas pillow close to you, his scent slowly lulling you into a well-rested sleep.

Well, the well-rested was a lie. You had woken up, groggy and exhausted, despite having slept rather long. Thanks bunch weird nightmares that don't even make sense.

With a hot mug in hand, you took pictures of the room, sending it to your friends to flex a little.

Youre kidding? Holy shit that looks so cool?

Does your bf have a brother or something?

A whole ass room to yourself? Wow you really finally got lucky. When are we finally gonna meet him?

You hated that question. Chuuya had told you countless times since moving together that you were more than welcome to invite people, but you always felt uncomfortable in a weird way.

First off, you didn't wanna come across as a sugar baby. This whole apartment screamed money and luxury and then there was you, a regular person from Yokohama, that'd beg questions.

Second, you liked to keep Chuuya away from your relationships with other people. He wasn't the only worrywart in your relationship. You simply felt uncomfortable, possibly spilling what Chuuyas occupation actually was.

Sure, it sucked having to always plan meet-ups elsewhere, but you liked it better that way.

Soon perhaps. He's currently out working over the weekend

You replied and watched as your friends flooded your phone, jealous that you seemingly found the perfect guy™.

Chuckling you sat down on the new couch in your room, putting on the LED lights.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

Maybe it was good that Chuuya didn't relent.

It was already pitch back outside when Chuuya parked his motorcycle in the garage of his apartment complex. He was spent. But back a whole day earlier.

He could still have a nice relaxing Sunday evening with you, and that was all he currently wanted. He checked his phone for the report from Hiro, which had him chuckling as he rode the elevator up.

They are truly a sweetheart. You made a good catch Nakahara-san.

He had expected nothing else. Your kindness and irresistible smile was what had him at his knees all the way back then and he had suspected that even his subordinates would like you.

Sighing contently, he unlocked the apartment door and when you didn't immediately rush to him, he figured you must be occupied or aren't hearing the rustling of him taking his coat, shoes and hat off.

The dinner he had picked up on the way was placed in the open kitchen and spotting colorful lights coming from the room he left to you, he knew where to find you.

But first he got rid of his second jacket, vest and leather accessories, remaining in only his white dress shirt and black dress pants. Creeping up to the open door, he knocked before entering, finding you playing video games on a new couch.

The shocked expression as you pulled your earbuds out warmed his heart, especially when you broke into a huge grin.

"But it's not Monday." You said and got up to embrace him. Hugging you tightly and enjoying just having you in his arms he finally replied; "Worked extra hard to get back quicker. Can't leave my doll all alone for so long, now can I?"

His hands found your face, holding it still, while he pressed kisses all over it, until he eventually, finally, kissed your lips.

After enjoying the sweet sweet bliss you stepped away a little presenting the new room.

"So what you say?" You asked, gauging his reaction. It was your room, but you still wanted him to like it.

"Looks lovely. I really like what you have done with the place. Better than a wine room for sure." He hugged you from behind as he looked around, taking in all the details.

Your favorite books, merch from shows and games you enjoyed, lots of LEDs and fairy lights, plants, a comfortable carpet.

Yeah, it was truly pretty, just like you.

"You know I won't enter unless you give me permission right?"

"You're in here right now and I don't remember giving you permission." you teased him, humming as you swayed from left to right. "You know what I mean."

"I do. And I appreciate it Chuu."

He pressed a kiss to your neck as you pulled him with you to the couch. Quickly spinning around to face him, your hands hooked around his neck, pulling him with you as you let yourself fall down onto the soft material, with Chuuya obviously having used his ability by the way you very softly landed.

Reuniting your lips again and again was now the agenda, the smiles never fading from either of your faces.

When Chuuya then lifted his upper body up, you looked at him puzzled.

"I brought food." Pulling him back down, you kissed him again, your tongue softly swiping over his and he gladly opened his own mouth to let your tongues meet.

Your hands moved from lovingly brushing your thumbs over his cheeks to his soft hair, playing with some strands, which had him groan into your mouth.

He was a mess in your hands when you played with the ginger locks. It took minutes until you pulled away, and when you looked at your boyfriend his pupils were blown wide. You loved having this effect on him.

"Want to eat now?" He asked and you contemplated. On the one hand... making out with him ... on the other... food.

"What did you have for lunch even?" He asked and you looked to the side.

"Nothing." You whispered but he heard you well and got up immediately, pulling you to the kitchen.

"Nothing? Yeah, no, you're gonna eat now." Rolling your eyes you still helped getting cutlery, glasses, and drinks to then finally sit down and eat.

It was a quiet dinner, like always, the only extra thing was Chuuya seeking out your hand to fold while he continued eating.

How could a man become so touch-starved after having been away for barely 48 hours? You couldn't imagine how bad it'd be once he'd be needed to get out of the country.

"What's got your mind running?" He asked, having noticed that you only poked your food with a smile on your lips.

"Oh just this really cute guy I know." "Oh." He mused, feeling up for the game. "He must be a pretty great catch if he's got you smiling like that."

Digging around in his pockets, he found his phone and started playing music over the stereo. You chuckled when he got up, inviting you to dance with him.

"Oh he is..." you murmured as Chuuya pulled you close, swaying with you softly to the music.

"Respects me, makes me smile, always puts my comfort first, insists even that I get a to have a personal room in his luxury apartment."

"Well, that does sound nice. Hope he's good-looking." You laughed as he dipped you, your head tilting all the way back as you couldn't meet his gaze. You know he was smirking waiting for an answer.

"Well..." You started as pulled you back up, straight into his chest. "He's got reeeal pretty eyes. Like I can get lost in them for ages. Nice and smooth skin, which he better should have, since he spends ages in the bath."

Chuuya laughed about your backhanded comment as he twirled you so your back was pressed against his chest, his hands roaming you still swaying body.

"His hair is also so nice too. I have never seen a haircut like that, but he absolutely rocks it. And the color... reminds me of the most beautiful sunsets."

Having heard enough, you were twirled once more, so Chuuya could lean his forehead against yours.

"What a guy. Do I know him?" You leaned closer to his lips, your breath ghosting over them as you spoke.

"Yeah, it's you, you fool." He broke the last piece of distance kissing you once more. As the song came to an end, he pulled away, only giving your forehead a quick kiss, and then quickly began cleaning up the kitchen.

You sighed as you watched him quickly clean.

"Are you tired?" You asked, knowing that since he came back a whole day earlier he must have been working hard.

"Yeah a little. Been on observation the whole night."

"Then let's get to bed soon, you need some rest." Not wanting to admit to needing that, the ginger waved his hand.

"Soon. Oh yeah, I haven't asked, but you have been alright with my subordinates, right? Like they didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Not at all. They were very sweet. Did they complain about me?"

"Of course not." Chuuya would genuinely like to see someone try and badmouth his partner to him. A laugh escaped him.

"It really seems that I wrap the Mafia about my finger. Are we sure I don't have an ability? The ability to make any mafiosi putty in my hands."

"To test that theory I should get Akutagawa to meet you. If he likes you, then I'll call it an ability." Chuuya immediately shuddered as he imagined the strange situation.

"Never mind that, I prefer you in one piece."

You laughed as he kindly pulled you along into the bedroom, flicking on the light so you both could change into more comfortable clothes.

"In one piece? Is he the eh..." You rummaged through your brain. It was rare that Chuuya was ranting and raving about his higher-ranking colleagues, so you desperately tried to find any information your brain had anchored to "Akutagawa".

"He's the dog guy right?" Chuuya started laughing his ass off, doubling over, he pulled his shirt off. "The silent rabid dog of the Port Mafia. That's what you mean right?"

You felt your face warm up. Wow, you kinda missed the mark.

"Yeah. But don't laugh so much, you kept confusing my best friend with that annoying customer from work!" You said and remember how shocked you had felt when Chuuya had casually offered to order a hit on your best friend, only to find you he had meant the annoying customer that had been bothering you for weeks.

"To be fair, they had really similar names!"

"They really aren't similar." Chuuya pouted and pulled out some jogging pants and a loose t-shirt and changed into them, still chuckling to himself that you called Akutagawa the dog guy.

"I'd prefer if my colleagues don't know much about you." He stated content when his ginger head pushed through his t-shirts opening.

"Why's that?" Instead of answering directly, he pulled you into bed with him, snuggling up to you, relinquishing in everything you had to offer.

"Well, you're mine. Don't want you to see what the Mafia has to offer." You snorted. As if that really was his reasoning, but it gave you another opportunity to stroke his ego.

"Pft, as if anything better than you is walking around there. You're already the Port Mafia finest."

Chuuya pressed a kiss on your hair, his warm hands already stroking your body in a gentle, soothing way.

Comfortable silence ensued, where you two only enjoyed the presence of the other.

This is home.

Chuuya is home. The feeling of being content, comfortable, and warm, Chuuyas simple presence gave all of this to you and he felt very much the same.

Before you, he had little to come home to. He didn't mind working longer, didn't mind doing more work, but ever since he knew you'd be waiting for him, he had cut back, less overtime, less spending the night in a bar and then power napping at the headquarters.

His life was just perfect right now.

And then you speaking about a dog came into his head again.

"Hey, doll... what would you say about getting a dog?"

"Huh?" Confused you looked at him, checking if he was joking.

"I have wanted one for ages but my duties leave me with so little time to properly care. But with you now here... I think we could manage."

"Are you forgetting I'm Working too?" He shook his head, his red locks of hair, bobbing around.

"Of course not. But your work times are actually normal and don't require you to fly out of the country in case of emergency."

"True true..." you mumbled. "And you'd be less alone! When I'm gone you'd at least have a companion."

He was really convincing and the way his eyes sparkled, you could only guess how long and deeply he has longed for a dog.

"That does sound enticing. I'll think about it." A bright smile stretched across Chuuyas face and he immediately peppered you in kisses.

"You're the best." He whispered in-between them, hugging you tighter.

This was your life. If someone had told you that you'd end up dating a Mafia Executive who controlled Gravity and was also the vessel for a god... you'd have laughed. That was simply absurd, but here you were, in bed with that exact guy.

You meeting him had been so long ago. It felt like ages.

And as the time went by, your love for Chuuya deepened, and the two of you faced life's challenges hand in hand. You knew that life with a Mafia Executive was far from ordinary, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite the odds, you had found your place by Chuuya's side, and he had found his home in your arms.

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caramel-maveeato · 7 months

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ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ♡˚₊。。。

❧❤ SYNOPSIS: you “accidentally” drink too much, your boyfriend comes to the rescue... ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff, reader is also a counter ♡ TW: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing ♡ Word count: 1.6k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

You had no idea how this happened. It was supposed to be a silly (stupid) decision to try all the soju flavors you could find in your local store and see which one tastes the best.

And here you were, passing out cold on your table for god knows how long and looking like you were in the middle of some demonic ritual, except replacing candles with a bunch of half-done bottles of soju.

Reaching out for your phone, your vision was blurry and your head was spinning from consuming too much alcohol, but you still managed to comprehend whatever appeared on the screen. More than 10 missed calls from Ms. Chu, several from Hana and Motak, and even a few from your new teammate Jeokbong, all bombarding your poor phone with continuous notifications of unanswered calls and texts.

And the most impressive number was 22 missed calls from So Mun.

Holy shit.

What the fork happened while you were blacked out? Why did everyone blow your phone up? Once again, you had no idea.

You took a quick glance at some of the texts from Hana, it turned out that the team was alerted by a level 2 evil spirit, but you were nowhere in sight or in contact.

Cursing quietly under your breath for recklessly giving in to your impulsive decision, you held your pounding head with one hand, wincing in discomfort as you tried to get up from your seat.

Your legs trembled from the horrendous migraine. You could barely walk, the ground seemed to sink and dig a hole underneath your foot every time you took a step, yet you were still confident enough to think you would make it to Eonni’s noodle in this half-drunk condition.

You placed your other hand on the wall, trying to support your now-useless legs while you struggled to reach your front door. The hallway in your house has never been this long before, it was almost like you were walking on a treadmill while being hung upside down.

Yet, things couldn’t even get worse. You, for some reason, tripped on pure air, staggering on your feet and ready to descend.

You couldn’t hear your front door making a click sound as it flung open, but you for sure noticed that the ground wasn’t as hard as it looked, perhaps it wasn’t the ground. A familiar scent filled your nostrils, your eyes shut tight and you dropped into a familiar warmth. Even the way that pair of arms instantly wrapped around your figure was also too familiar.

Your ears ring with the sound of silent nonsense, humming like different noises blending together chaotically after the sudden fall. But you were quick to come back to your senses again upon hearing the voice you secretly would be dying to hear every day.

“Y/n! Hey, Y/n, are you alright?!”

Instead of answering, you clung onto him like a koala on a tree and pressed your face against his chest, taking in his pleasant scent to ease up the nose-aching smell of alcohol flowing in your living room.

Your boyfriend hugged you back just as tightly. His chest rose and fell urgently against yours, even the sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it was as if he just ran a whole mile, which he pretty much did: “Y/n… you scared me to death, you know that?”

Your voice was muffled against his skin, murmuring exhaustedly: “Sorry, I was…um, sleeping.”

So Mun let out a sigh, both relieved and somewhat frustrated. But you both knew very well that he could never stay mad at you for so long. He gently pulled you out of his chest to look you in the eye, which you weakly protested and glued yourself back into his arms: “Did you drink?”

Knowing there were no other excuses you could make, you didn’t have a choice but to nod your head in confirmation, making him sigh again with concern shown clearly in his voice: “Why? You were never one to black out drunk before, did something happen?”

You had to explain to him, in detail, the real reason so he wouldn’t get so worried, hiccupping between your breaths as you talked. You noticed So Mun’s eyebrows raised slightly the more you spoke, seeming to be very amused at you while he pinches your nose gently, helping you hold your breath to stop the hiccup and trying to suppress his smile.

After you were done talking and hiccupping, he cupped your cheeks and lifted your face up, examining your face to see if you were truthfully doing fine and if there was no uncomfortable secret you hid from him. Then, he planted a peck on your lips, not caring if the taste of fruit-flavored soju started lingering on his lips as well: “Are you able to walk?”

You nodded lightheartedly, trying to stand up although your legs didn’t even waste a second to betray you again.

He chuckled, running his hand on your flushed cheek to feel how your temperature had raised under the influence of alcohol, his eyes softly and attentively at yours before he turned around to face you with his back: “C’mon, everyone is waiting for us.”

If your face wasn’t already reddened, his action right now definitely made an impact on making your skin bloom with heat. You climbed onto his back, grinning quietly as you made sure to wrap your arms around his neck firmly. His strong body picked you up with zero effort, handling you with so much care like you’re his most precious treasure.

You could only realize how worn out you were when you finally relaxed against his back, letting him escort you out of your house with one of his hands holding your shoes.

His hair tickled your skin when you buried your face in his nape. You couldn’t help but want to mess with him a bit despite how shitty your body was feeling at the moment: “Dear, I think I want to puke.”

So Mun’s footsteps stopped in their tracks at the announcement, not knowing whether he should laugh or panic. His head tilted to your face slightly even when he couldn’t really see how hard you were trying to hold your giggle: “As much as I love you, don’t you dare throw up on me, Y/n-ah.”

You burst out laughing. However, you soon toned down since your throat and stomach were honestly acting up lightly from the burning of liquor: “Just kidding, you’re too good-looking for me to do such a thing.”

“Oh, you little...”

“I know, I know. I love you too, So Munie.”

He smiles, his ears turning pink at your remarks, squeezing his hold on your thighs affectionately: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The night breeze sighed through your hair, supplying a fresh source of air to your aching lungs. You can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever, on his back and savoring his warmth.

“So… you basically freaked everyone out just because of those flavored sojus?”

Despite So Mun’s words sounding somewhat like he was investigating you, his tone felt more nonchalant and playful, obviously he was only intending to annoy you. This made you roll your eyes, though you actually felt a wave of guilt for accidentally scaring your entire fam shitless:

“At least I came to the conclusion that peach is the best, and green grape is overrated.”

“Yeah yeah, and prepare yourself for what comes next. Ms. Chu and Hana-noona are probably holding spatulas waiting for you to be back.”

You whined quietly, your throat still burning fairly and your head sore just from the image of getting scolded by the mommies of the group: “As my amazing and caring boyfriend, I think you should help me out of that.”

“Maybe you deserve to be taught a lesson.” So Mun chuckles. From this angle, you couldn’t see that there was a glint blazing in his dark chocolate irises, his voice softening almost as tender as a whisper, so hazy that you nearly mistaken his voice for a whistle of the night wind:

“All jokes aside, you really did scare me so bad, baby.”

It’s only logical that they were freaking out when you suddenly disappeared, especially in the middle of chaos where things escalated badly not long ago—they’ve come face-to-face with one of the evil spirits who wiped out the entire Chinese counter team. Hearing nothing from you at such wrong-timing times only drove them to assume the worst.

“I can’t even stand the mere thought of something happening to you… You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day if you keep this up.”

Hearing this made you secretly go in awe. You nuzzled your face into his hair, feeling his soft curls scratch against your skin. Your arms tightened around his neck as you whispered: “I’m sorry… this will never happen again, I promise.”

So Mun nuzzled his head back against your face in returning to your loving gesture, lifting you up slightly so that you were even more pressed against him: “It’s alright, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."

He sent you one of his signature soft smiles, one that almost always beamed on his face whenever he caught a glimpse of you. While he carried you through the night, the streetlights on top of your heads glowing like stars: “The next time you plan on drinking, at least call me over so we can pass out drunk together.”

“And then get smacked on the head by the adults, hooray.”

“We’re also adults, Y/n…”

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter x reader #so mun x reader #so mun #uncanny counter #kdrama #kdrama x reader #do hana #ga mo tak #chu mae ok #na jeok bong #pookie please come home 🏠

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imissjoongsmullet · 1 year

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you belong to me

Pairing: Yunho x reader

Genre: idk man, soft angst, good amount of romance, and a dash of sexy

Summary: Your boyfriend takes you to a themepark with his friends but things take a turn when his jealousy takes over

Warnings: cuteness, possessive boyfriend Yunho, haunted houses?? honestly this is pretty chill, nothing too crazy babes, just read this if you like cute boyfriends that get a bit jealous ok

Word Count: 2K

Author’s Note: um yeah so first of all sorry for disappearing for so long, honestly I don’t know if i’m coming back just yet. This was just something that had to get out of my system so I wrote it (you know how it issssss), and i wanted to share with a friend so I figured I might as well post it. The writing was incredibly rushed and perhaps messy but it’s somethingggggg! I just hope someone out here enjoys it ^^

Also if you’ve left me a request that I haven’t gotten to yet, I send my apologies and one million good vibes your wayyyy

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The sun shone bright, kissing the skin of your bare arms. You smiled up at your boyfriend, who was walking beside you — a tall teddy bear of a man by the name of Yunho. He gave a shy smile back and took your hand in his. You couldn’t help but blush a little. This was the first time he’d taken you out in a group setting and you weren’t sure how his friends would react to the two of you together.

It wasn’t long before you realized you had little to worry about. One carousel ride in, the ice was broken when the oldest of the group got so dizzy he ran into a trashcan. His friends were all really easygoing, it seemed, and they made you feel part of the team in no time. One of Yunho’s friends in particular took the time to make you feel comfortable — a dark-haired boy with a sweet twinkle in his eyes. He asked you how you’d met, where you were from, and made light-hearted jokes when the others were talking amongst themselves.

“Ever tried these?” he said, holding up a roll of candy.

You were all in line for the log ride; a 40 minute wait, and you had to admit you were starting to get hungry.

You let him drop a single gummy-like thing into your palm. “What are they?” you asked.

“They’re chewy,” he replied as he popped one into his mouth, “a bit sour at first but sweet on the inside.”

“She doesn’t like sour things,” someone said behind you.

Yunho’s hand slid slyly around your waist and he left a quick kiss near your temple.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, putting the candy in your mouth with a smile, “it looks delicious.” You didn’t want Yunho’s friends to think you were a difficult person or anything.

A long half hour later the entire group was facing the safety bar to board the ride. The gates opened with a creak and everyone moved toward the boat. Just as you meant to step in beside your new friend though, Yunho took hold of your wrist and bent down to your ear.

“You go sit in the front. I’ll be right behind you.”

He moved you over to the front of the ride, getting in after you, one leg of his on either side of you. Even though the front seat usually scares you, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly made you feel secure. You leaned back against his warm chest and let the scary things come.

This was the way it was with Yunho. Nothing could ever be frightening as long as he was with you because you knew he would always protect you. Just as you’d expected, he held you tight the entire ride, his large frame shielding you from wind and water alike, leaving you the only member of the group to not come out the log ride soaking wet.

He was being touchy, you could tell — more than usual, even. You weren’t entirely sure why but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You loved feeling his love this way. His gaze lingered on you as you chatted to his friends, his fingers coming up to run absent-minded tracks along your arm, asking for attention. You hoped he was proud of you for being social and mingling like this.

“Let’s go in the haunted house!” the dark-haired boy exclaimed, pointing excitedly to a large structure that looked like an abandoned castle.

“I don’t know about this,” you started, limbs stiffening. You meant to turn back to Yunho but before you could face him, the other boy grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you toward the entrance.

“Come on!” he said, smiling from ear to ear, “we can all go together!”

Once at the entrance, Yunho appeared before you, blocking you from the rest of the group.

“I know you don’t like haunted houses, baby,” he said, taking your hands in his, “but don’t worry, I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. Just hold on to me,” he explained, before giving you a small peck on the forehead. Then he turned so he was in front of you and all you could see was his broad back.

Your heart pounded as you all started walking together. You didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend, so you held onto his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, and followed.

“Shit,” you heard an animated whisper next to you, “it’s so dark.”

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. You flinched for a second but realized it was only one of the friends trying not to get seperated from the group.

All of a sudden, thunderous clap rattled the room and everyone screamed. There was a flash of light and the next moment, sounds that could only be described as undead, roared from behind.

“Run!” the voice next to you yelled and you all scrambled forward. There was a mess of hands tugging and pulling at you as you ran and you suddenly had no idea where Yunho was. You could tell he was still around somewhere — you knew his scent and aura all too well — but soon you weren’t sure which limb belonged to who and you didn’t have the courage to care.

Another flash broke the dark for the blink of an eye, showing a zombie-like creature standing at the end of a hall you’d just entered.

More screaming and tugging and pure chaos erupted and all you could think was how you didn’t want to be left alone. You grabbed hold of the first person you could find and together you ran screaming until, at last, you came upon a large, dimly-lit chamber.

It took no less than a second for Yunho to appear. Without a word, he pressed himself between you and the dark-haired friend, forcing you apart rather harshly. A guilty hot flush ran to your cheeks but there was no time to ponder what had just happened because the next moment, a band of monsters ran into the room, sending panic through your body once again.

“Up!” Yunho ordered as you felt him tap your thigh. Without another thought, you jumped up onto his back, letting him carry you swiftly from the room and into another dark hallway. You buried your face into his neck, squeezing you eyes closed until finally, you felt a breeze of fresh air in your hair.

“Ahh, today was so nice!” the dark-haired friend grinned as he slid onto the bench next to you and Yunho, “I don’t want to go back home.”

The theme park had just closed and you were finishing off the day with comfort food at a nearby family restaurant. You hadn’t had a proper meal all day and were pretty much starving at this point so you ordered a large size pizza. Another good thing about being with Yunho was that he would most likely finish whatever food you couldn’t eat. Big boys need big meals, you always said.

Low and behold, you started feeling full about halfway through your meal.

“Can I have a piece?” the dark-haired friend asked, leaning close to you with a smile.

“Sure!” You nodded, allowing him to grab a piece from your plate. You were always glad to share.

“You can try some of my fries too if you want,” he mumbled through a mouthful of pizza, “the sauce is amazing.”

They did look good, you thought, so you agreed.

“Here.” He smiled and picked up some fries with his fork. Chuckling gleefully, he moved closer to feed you but before the fork could reach your lips, high-pitched shrieks rang out all around the table as one of the drink glasses had just fallen over, spilling soda everywhere.

“Sorry,” you heard Yunho say as you and the others leaned over the table to grab tissues, “my hand slipped.”

“Be careful, baby,” you said gently, noticing a whole bunch of it had spilled in your lap as well.

“Oh no,” the dark-haired boy laughed, “that’s gonna get sticky.” He started laying tissues in your lap, patting them down with his hands when—

“I think you should go clean up in the bathroom.” Yunho’s voice was strained and dead serious. Taken off guard, you stared at him. He stared right back, eyes harder than you’d seen them all day.

“Right,” you said, scrambling up, only to realize you were still sandwiched on the bench between Yunho and the dark-haired guy. “This way,” Yunho said, taking your wrist and pulling you toward himself, making you squeeze by him.

Your face was hot as you left the table. Yunho was angry, that much was clear. Feelings of guilt flooded you. All you ever wanted was to be good to him. On a deeper, more secretive level though, you couldn’t deny the look he’d just given you made your knees weak in quite a pleasurable way.

Pull yourself together, you thought as you entered the hallway to the bathrooms. You stopped for a second to catch your breath, wondering what exactly was going on. You thought everything had been going great; you were getting closer to his friends and you were really starting to—

Someone gave you a push. You gasped as a hand tugged your shoulder, turning you around and shoving you against the wall.

“Yunho,” you whispered breathlessly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your boyfriend said in a low voice. His hands were on either side of your face and his large frame towered over you, trapping you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, staring up at him hopelessly. Yunho was not a scary guy. He was like a golden retriever; happy-go-lucky, playful and so so sweet; so the rare times something did piss him off, it made your heart thump a million miles an hour.

He shook his head, brows furrowed. “Baby girl, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” One of his hands left the wall to caress your cheek, gently, though his eyes were still intense as ever. “I had to watch my princess, all day, getting ju—-st a little too close to my friend.” His fingers moved down your chin, trailing you neck so lightly and so slowly you had to hold your breath. They traveled down to your chest, where one finger poked you. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

Realization hit you like the strike of lightning. In all your anxiousness trying to get his friends to like you, you hadn’t stopped to consider your boundaries as much as you probably should have.

“Yunho, I—”

“Do you know how hard it is for me to watch you be touched by anyone else?” he said, his voice strained with emotion.

“I didn’t mean to, I swear—”

“You were going to let him feed you.”

“I’m sorry—”

“Do you know who you belong to?”

You stared at him with desperation in your eyes. “I’m yours, baby, I promise.”

“Say that again,” he said darkly, hand coming to hold your chin.

“I’m yours, Yunho. Yours only—” you let out a gasp as his other hand ran down your side to your thighs momentarily, then back up, landing at your waist and squeezing softly.

“That’s good,” he said and you could tell the fire in his eyes was dying down. He pulled you close by the small of your back and let out a breath against your ear.

“Yunho,” you whispered, barely audible. He felt so overwhelmingly good against you.

Fingers caressed your back as he trailed little kisses down the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“You like that don’t you?” he murmured and all you could do was hum in response.

“You want more of that, don’t you?” he went on.

“Yes, please.” Your answer was automatic.

“Well,” he went on exploring your body, “if you want more of this, you’re going to have to be a very good girl for me.” He turned his head to face you, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “Can you do that for me princess?”

You nodded and finally, he smiled again, love flooding his features once more. He gave you one soft, slow, lingering kiss that made your legs feel like they might give out, before pulling away and grabbing you by the hand.

“Let’s finish dinner quickly so we can get home soon.”

You knew what that meant, and suddenly, you couldn’t wait to leave.

#yunho #ateez #yunho drabble #yunho imagines #yunho imagine #yunho angst #yunho fluff #cute yunho #ateez imagines #yunho x reader #yunho x you

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holdmytesseract · 23 days

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To both loki AU'S how are the kidss

Also if you can a fluff fic with tom (or any of his characters I'll leave it up to you :)) taking care of fem! Reader cuz she has exams and she's stressed out of her mind and isn't really taking care of her self and then he helps he study or smthn maybe cuddles idk

(My exams are starting soo ye-)

Examination Stress

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff! stress?

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Here we are, friend! Your lil' story! 🥰 I really hope you like it and... Good luck with your exams! 🤗

Day 4 of the Campfire Sleepover! 🏕

"Darling, can you help me for a second?" You heard Tom's voice calling out to you from the living room. "Now?" You called back; sitting criss-crossed on your shared, brand new bed. "What do you need?" "A helping hand!" "Okay, but now?" "Unfortunately, yes!"

You sighed and moved to stand up; quickly making your way down the hall to the living room.

Not even a month ago, you and Tom had decided to move in together and therefore bought your very own little house in London. Something sweet and cosy; just the two of you - and Bobby, of course. And with a new house, new furniture was needed. Therefore, Tom was busy the last weeks with building up some new furniture, while you studied for your final exams at University.

You literally jogged inside the living room; finding your boyfriend laying on the floor underneath the almost built up coffee table. "Okay, baby, what is it?" "Can you, uh, assist me? I kind of underestimated this table..." Another sigh left your lips. "Tommy, can't we do this another day? I really have no time right now. You know that I have to learn for my exams."

Tom didn't have to see your face to tell that you were maximally stressed out. He could hear it in your voice.

"Of course, darling, but don't you think a little break would be good for-" "I can't, Tom," you snapped; feeling the stress and pressure flow through your veins. You didn't have the nerves for this now. "Please make it work alone or wait until another day." Those were your final words as you stomped away; returning to your notes.

Tom sighed as he crawled from beneath the halfway built up coffee table. The handsome Brit got onto his feet; ruffling his short blond hair and adjusting his askew sweatpants. He didn't like this... Your high stress level and panicky demeanour. He didn't like this at all. His next mission now clear... Taking care of you.

Without wasting time, he immediately went to the kitchen to make you and himself a cup of tea. Once that was done, he grabbed your favourites cookies and finally paid the bedroom a visit.

Being the gentleman Tom was, he knocked, even though the door was open. "May I come in?" "Sure," you answered; not even looking up from your notes. Tom walked over and placed the two mugs of piping hot tea and cookies on the nightstand on your bedside. "Can I help you, darling?" "Um, I-I don't know, Tom, I-" Your boyfriend quickly sat down beside you and placed a hand on yours. "Let me help you, please?" His beautiful smile warmed your heart. You couldn't say no, and who knew, perhaps it was a good learning strategy. "Okay."

Tom helped you for over two hours; asking you questions and testing your knowledge. And once both your mugs and the cookies were empty, Tom stood up and stretched his long limbs. "Time for a break, darling. What do you say? Shall we go on a little walk with Bobby?"

You bit your lip; weighing your options. Your conscience screamed at you to keep on learning, but your brain was tired. Worn out.

"I don't know, baby... I should keep on learning..." Tom immediately shook his head. "No, my love. What you need is a break. You've learned for hours today and already the whole past weeks. I know this is a stressful time for you, but please... Don't overdue it. Allow your brain a break. You got this, believe me. You're the smartest woman I know. Trust your abilities."

Tom's words caused the gears to turn in your head. Perhaps he was right... Perhaps you truly needed a break.

Once more you sighed, but finally gave in. "Alright," you said and stood up. "Let's go for a walk." Tom smiled and took your hand.

After a relaxing walk; hand in hand through the Primrose park with your boyfriends sweet Cocker Spaniel, you felt so much better. The fresh air did you good. Tom could feel it as well. Therefore, he didn't let you go straight back to work, oh no... He snuggled up with you on the sofa; just cuddling and kissing.

"Thank you for helping me, baby. And for taking care of me. I needed this." Tom smiled; kissing the tip of your nose. "I know, love - and you are very welcome. I'll always take care of you and make sure you're alright."

You nodded; cuddling closer against his chest. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I didn't mean that. I am just... so stressed." Tom wrapped both his arms tightly around you. "Don't worry about it, darling. It's already forgiven and forgotten." You smiled; feeling better than ever. Warmth spread throughout your whole body.

"I love you, Tommy." You could feel Tom's lips pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, too, darling."

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lizaloveslino · 1 year

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Pairing: bf! Hyunjin x reader x friend group! lesserafim

Summary: Sick day with Hyunjin while having schedules at the company and hanging out with your friends the fimmies

TW: sickness, throwing up

Genre: Sickfic

A/N: Hii I’m Liza! I write SKZ fics…mostly sickfics because they’re my favorite thing ever. If you have any requests lmk <3

You lay beside Hyunjin on your cozy bed in the early hours of the morning, he was still fast asleep which was unusual for him because he was an early bird. You were certain that he had rehearsals with the boys this morning but you shrugged it off thinking that perhaps you’d made a mistake.

Just then your cellophone chimed and when you saw who it was you smiled, it was Yunjin frantically telling you about her new solo song she was working on.

JEN: Y/n!! I finally finished my new song

YOU: OMG IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR IT??

JEN: yupp you should come over to the studio today to get a sneak peak, I’ll be with the girls except for Sakura because she has a photo shoot :)

YOU: I would LOVE to come over

JEN: Kazuha says she’s excited to see you and misses you xx

YOU: AWW omg wife tell her I’m omw

YOU: also um… c-can I bring…

JEN: UGH fine you can bring the boyfriend

JEN: Tell him he wins this time 🙄

YOU: YAY xx see you later

You turned to talk to your boyfriend but noticed that he was still asleep, his hair was stuck to his forehead a little with perspiration and you figured that was odd because it was still cold outside. You pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating off of him as he began to stir in his peaceful slumber. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed in concern.

“Jinnie, are you okay baby?” You wondered as his eyes fluttered open and he winced from the sunlight bleeding through the open window.

“Hmm, I’m fine it’s just hot today.” He told you, “what time is it?”

“It’s almost nine.” You answered honestly and his eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“I have rehearsals for the new album today, shit.” He cursed tossing off the covers, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom to take a shower, not even bothering to close the door. “Good morning by the way!”

“You’re so…” you chuckled to yourself. “I knew it.”

Just then his phone started going off with messages from the boys group chat rushing him. “Chan says you better hurry up!”

He took a while in the shower but you didn’t think much of it, he usually prioritized his skin care routine and perhaps he was shaving too. You poured at the thought of that last one, he usually asked you to help.

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Afterwards the two of you had breakfast which consisted of fried eggs, toast and jam, he didn’t eat much which was odd so you tried feeding him a spoonful of scrambled eggs and he cringed.

“Damn, are my eggs that bad hm?” You asked slightly hurt.

“No I just, I have this headache that won’t go away and judging by my light sensitivity I’m guessing it’s another migraine.” He told you and you got up and took his medicine out from the cabinet. “I don’t know if I should take that yet it makes me sleepy and I have to dance.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right and you haven’t eaten much either so it might do more harm than good.” You pondered, “okay I’ll carry it just in case.”

“I’ll be fine don’t worry, it’ll go away.” He reassured you, he was always so good at doing that.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “by the way after practice we’re going over to HYBE to see Yunjin and the fimmies, she wants to show me her new solo song!”

“Yunjin hates me.” He complained with a pouty lip.

“She does not!” You argued with a chuckle, “you’re so dramatic babe.”

“She’s good at writing songs though.” He commented. “Love you twice has been on repeat in your car since.”

“I≠DOLL is way better.” I argued and he shook his head is disappointment. “Hey just because I’m an author doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about music.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He hushed and you shoved his shoulder playfully.

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Immediately after you got in the car and begun your dive to JYP, Hyunjin made you drive because he said he didn’t feel up to it yet. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, you had to admit that you were growing undeniably worried about him.

Once you arrived at the company you greeted the boys and sat in the corner with your laptop working while they had dance practice. Hyunjin kept lagging behind which was very unlike him and the choreographer was getting frustrated with him as well as his members.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Lee know asked placing a hand on his shoulder, Hyunjin wiped sweat from his forehead looking beyond exhausted.

“Yeah are You okay, you don’t look so good…” Jeongin asked and as Hyunjin’s gaze met yours across the room he shook his head ‘no’ in refusal. “Oh.”

“If you weren’t feeling well you never should’ve come Hyunjin-ah, your health is our top priority you shouldn’t push yourself so much.” Chan asked of him shaking his head. “Go home and rest okay?”

“Yeah, feel better hyung.” Seungmin agreed with a gentle smile.

“Okay, I’m sorry again.” Hyunjin apologized as Felix handed him a towel and a bottle of water. “I’ll go…home after Y/n and I go to HYBE.”

“Alright.” Chan nodded.

Hyunjin immediately approached you and sat down next to you, you shook your head in concern. “We don’t have to go…”

“But you’re so excited to see the girls, it’s fine we can go.” He assured you, “I’ll be fine promise.”

“Promise?” You clarified.

“Yeah, let me Just get changed.” He affirmed. “I’ll take the medicine now I think.”

“Okay,” you agreed handing him the a bottle of water and a two pills which he took gladly. “Let me know if you start feeling worse, we’ll go home.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “My stomach feels a little off though, God I hate having migraines because it always makes me feel like this.”

“I’m sorry baby.” You hushed. “It’s probably because you’ve taken the medication on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah probably, it just feels off like my breakfast is moving around.” He told you. “Let’s just go, it’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

By the time you arrived at HYBE the fimmies we’re waiting for you in the studio, you hugged them all and Hyunjin said did so as well, having been well acquainted with them since they were such close friends of yours.

You put on the headphones Yunjin gave you as Hyunjin sat down in the corner talking to Chaewon about one thing or the other.

“Watch him for me Chae.” You asked her in secret, “he isn’t feeling well today but he’s being stubborn so just let me know if anything comes up.”

“Aww really? Shame. I’ll be sure to do so, I’ve got him don’t worry.” She assured you giving you a side hug.

As you listened to Yunjin’s new song you were still amazed at how incredibly talented your friend was, how she was able to write such amazing songs.

“This is amazing!” You complimented her and she smiled.

“You mean it?” She lit up, “I was so uncertain about it.”

“No I mean it you did well.” You comforted.

Just then Chaewon tapped your shoulder and she had a worried look on her face,

“What is it Chae?” You asked her taking off your headphones. “Is it Hyunjin?”

“Yeah he said he’s really not feeling well.” She told you, “you can go home you know? We love you for coming but it’s okay!”

“Yeah Y/n it means so much to me that you showed up despite everything.” Yunjin thanked you.

“Of course I had lots of fun, let me go check on him.” You told them and made your way over to the couch Where Hyunjin was seated, his skin was pale and his hair stuck to his forehead. “Hi baby, you okay?”

“No I feel nauseous my head is killing me, I don’t feel good.” He told you, tears collecting in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your day.”

“No you’re not love don’t talk like that,” you attempted to comfort him, “lean your head on my shoulder it’ll make you feel better just close your eyes. “Chae is driving the car closer to the entrance so you don’t have to walk far.”

“Mmm.” He sighed leaning against you and placing a hand over his stomach.

“Migraines are the worst, I’m sorry.” Yunjin apologized. “Feel better Yeah?”

But Hyunjin was so out of it he could barely hear her, he burried his face into your neck and said, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Shhh, don’t worry you won’t.” You attempted to calm him down but you could hear his stomach doing flips and knew.

“The nearest bathroom is two floors down and the elevator isn’t working today.” Kazuha warned.

“Shit.” You cursed just as Hyunjin gagged and covered his mouth, he shut his eyes as vomit began to deep through his fingers. “Is there a trash can?”

“No I’m sorry!” Yunjin apologized but tossed a towel onto the floor to at least attempt to do the cleaners a favor for what was inevitably happening. “There.”

“He can just throw up there’s no time.” Kazuha told you.

“Just let It Go Hyunjin it’s fine baby, you’ll feel better afterwards.” You comforted him as he let go of his mouth and gagged once more as a thick stream of vomit splattered onto the floor despite the towel. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Y/n…” He groaned and held your hand as he started throwing up again, his watery breakfast making an appearance in front of you as Chaewon arrived with a trash can and stepped back as to not get any on her shoes. He coughed as you put the trash can under his chin and he continued throwing up bile.

“Shhh you’re okay.” You hushed.

“I’ll call the cleaners.” Kazuha volunteered leaving the room.

“I’ll call Chan and tell him you can’t make practice tomorrow too.” You told Hyunjin as he nodded silently, saliva dripping from his mouth and vomit through his nose. “You’ll be okay.”

After the whole ordeal at hybe you and Hyunjin went home and you helped him take a shower before settling into bed, he fell asleep fast and you held him close to you. “Sleep well angel.” You hushed. And he did just that.

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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Reactive (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch is captured by Velvet and Veneer… and the news does not sit well with Poppy

A/N: A small rewrite of the scene in my oneshot "The Trade" as requested by @webslingerofthegalaxy, who suggested the possibility of Poppy having a different reaction to learning of Branch being captured :)

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“This I promise you…”

As Branch held on to the last note of the song, the doll-like siblings' full attention had gone to him. They faced him, a look of astonishment clear on their faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Branch to confront them by breaking out singing at random. Nor did they expect him to sound that… good.

Velvet looked at Veneer. Veneer looked at Velvet.

Branch glanced at the two of them.

“Once again, I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

The twins grew a malicious smile on each of their faces. “Well,” Veneer said.

“Perhaps we can work out a compromise,” Velvet said, finishing the thought.

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In the meantime, Poppy had made her way back to John Dory, Spruce, and Clay, having explained with much distress of what had occurred when she’d spoken to Branch after he and his brothers argued.

“I tried,” she said, nearly on the verge of tears. “I really did try. And I know he can change his mind. But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen right now…”

The brothers hung their heads. They figured Branch would not be easily convinced to come back, but they could not be mad about it. It was understood why.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Spruce said, a bit defeated.

John Dory gave a shrug of agreement, unable to think of anything else, and hoping that the wait for their brother to come back around wouldn’t be too long.

“Or maybe you don’t have to,” Clay said, suddenly perking up and pointing behind them. “Look!”

The Trolls turned to look in the direction he was pointing and, sure enough, running towards them was the figure of a Troll.

Poppy gasped. “Branch!” She began to run towards him, trying to meet him halfway, when she started to slow her pace after getting a better look. Wait a second. This Troll was not her boyfriend. This nearly-out-of-breath Troll who was sprinting towards them did share some slight similarities to him, though instead of a crop of rich blue hair on his head, it was a vibrant magenta, styled to where part of the bangs obscured his left eye. A single black earring was embedded into his right ear. She reared back in surprise, recognizing him at once. “Floyd?”

Floyd panted, trying to catch his breath. “Yes, yes, it’s me.” He gave a small wave when the other brothers instantly flanked Poppy’s sides, also as surprised to see Floyd before them now.

“Yo bro, it’s good to see you’re okay!” John Dory exclaimed. “You are okay, right?”

Floyd quickly checked himself, ensuring that he was uninjured. “Um, yeah, I think so.” Though he said it, the Trolls could still see that something still wasn’t quite right. He looked very shaken… and extremely worried.

“Dude, how did you escape?” Spruce asked.

“Yeah, those weirdos were something fierce and nasty!” Clay added.

Floyd said nothing at first, looking as though he was recalling something painful. He averted his gaze and looked down at the ground, looking almost ashamed. Poppy felt worry start to prick at her now. Something's not right here... but I need to find out WHAT. She moved closer to Floyd, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the unexpected touch, but welcomed it. He really needed the comfort right now.

“Floyd,” Poppy said gently, her voice lowered. “Can you tell us what happened? Please?”

The magenta Troll was silent, but he nodded his head, able to find the voice to finally explain. “It was Branch.”

Poppy stiffened at the mention of her boyfriend. But she needed to hear this. “Branch?” she asked.

Floyd nodded. “He came, not too long ago. He asked them to let me go and when they didn’t… h-he sang.” He stopped, recalling the moment. He shook his head. “I never got a chance to hear Branch really sing when we were kids. But now, it… it sounds like… like…”

“Like an angel’s,” Poppy finished, familiar with how beautiful his voice could sound.

“Exactly,” Floyd agreed. “And they seemed to think so, too. So now I’m out here, and he’s…” The Troll trailed off, unable to bear finishing his sentence.

From behind him and Poppy, the three brothers gasped. “They took him!” John Dory exclaimed.

Floyd nodded, looking terribly guilty. “He didn’t have to do it. I wasn’t worth it. I left him!” he cried, wishing more than ever that he could change what happened in the past.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, taking in this new information with grim understanding.

Then, suddenly, Poppy spoke.

“They… took… BRANCH?!”

The brothers were startled out of the silence when Poppy’s voice raised on octave. When glancing at her, they were incredibly surprised to find that the happy-go-lucky Pop Queen had her face twisted in anger and her fists clenched. “They took OUR Branch?? MY Branch?!” she yelled out again.

Floyd felt himself tear up. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen…” he whimpered.

Poppy whirled on him. “Floyd, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at THEM!” she shouted, pointing back in the direction the magenta Troll had come from, in reference to Velvet and Veneer. She gritted her teeth, her cheeks turning red and her body trembling with rage. “I can let a lot of things slide,” the Queen began icily, “They can go off and be big phony-baloneys all they want… but not with any of you… and definitely not with MY BOYFRIEND!!”

Poppy glared daggers in the direction of his kidnappers. They were still back there in their dressing room, probably getting ready to get up into their talent-stealing antics once again. That image of Branch being sealed in a diamond bottle - getting the lifeforce sucked right out of him, draining him, making him weaker and weaker - made her blood boil, and suddenly imaginations of a very unqueenly-like nature began to flash through her mind - of beating the cupcakes out of those two fakers, of trapping them in some diamond prison and seeing how THEY liked it, of forcing them to free her beloved through any torturous means necessary…

But then she realized where she actually was, seeing the shocked look on his brothers' faces, and realizing how angry she had gotten.

Poppy sighed, feeling it drain out of her a little. "Sorry, guys, it's just… those bastards! They're gonna hurt Branch the same way they hurt Floyd!"

"Girl, you got a HUGE right to be angry!" John Dory replied, not at all disturbed. He was impressed, if anything, for how riled up she got, for it showed how much she really cared about him.

"We can't let anything happen to Branch," Floyd said, "... but how?"

"I'll tell you how," Poppy said, feeling every bit determined. "We're gonna band together so we can save him!"

"She's correctamundo!" JD replied. "It wasn't just you who walked out on him, Floyd... we ALL did," he said, gesturing to himself, Spruce, and Clay. "You were worth it, bro. Because you’re his brother. And Branch is our brother. And those days of walking-out-on-each-other are over. You know why?”

Spruce did, seeing where JD was going with this, and he piped up. “Because we’re a family.”

“And families are there for each other!” Clay added.

"Exactly!" Poppy cried. Then she thrust her hand out in front of her. "So who's with me?"

The hands of John Dory, Spruce, and Clay shot out to join hers. Floyd, still feeling bad for what had occurred, hesitated a second. He didn't know what she or his brothers had in mind, but what he did know was that he wasn't going to let his baby brother down. Not again. So he, too, placed his hand on time of theirs and threw it up in the air when they all did.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!” came the collective shout.

John Dory quickly huddled them together, all the Trolls’ heads nearly touching each other as the group formed a tight circle.

“All right, we need a new game plan,” the BroZone leader said, more determined than ever. “And I think I got just the one. It’s going to take ALL of us, though, so listen in…”

So Poppy, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd did listen in, adding their own input when sought necessary and tweaking what was needed to be tweaked. Soon enough, their plan did indeed start to come together, and soon enough they set themselves into executing the ambitious task.

Dangerous? Maybe. Worth it? One-hundred percent.

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apples4day · 25 days

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

1/2 EPISODE ONE (Walk Like An Egyptian)

Prologue is on my page, part two IS out!!

Chapter 1 & 2 are very boring sorry🤷‍♀️

"Season three of total drama folks! The world is gonna be mine" Chris began as a bus pulled up next to him, he continued talking as the doors opened. Explaining how everyone inside the bus will be competing for a million dollars around the globe and then introducing everyone as they walked out.

One by one, they left the bus, each with their own pizzazz. "Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!" He announced pointing to each of them as he said their name. Heather stopped to tick off Gwen, causing Gwen to run into Heather.

"Are there reserved seats? I.E can I have one not behind heathers pony hair pony tail?" Gwen pointed to Heathers hair before putting her hands on her hips. Heather turned around and crossed her arms, "um! My extensions are HUMAN hair." Duncan smiled and decided to reply to Heathers comment, "you learn something new everyday." This earned a giggle from Gwen. Courtney, who was standing next to Duncan, grimaced. Chris continued to speak once the moment had ended, introducing the next few people.

"Lindsay, Owen, DJ, and Harold." Only Lindsay walked out which made Chris raise a brow. "Guys?" He asked, hoping they would come out. DJ came out restraining Owen, something about Owen being scared of flying. Harold began geeking out about phobias and Noah followed behind Harold with a snarky remark. Chris smiled,

"And returning favorites! Noah, Cody, and.." Chris was cut off by Ezekiel pretending to be 'all that' and being odd. Izzy peeked out the bus and jumped onto Ezekiel's shoulders, causing them both to fall over. "Yup! Izzy's back. Also returning this season...Tyler!" Tyler walked out and struck a pose before falling over. Chris continued.

"And the co-host of total drama after math, Bridgette!" Bridgette also fell over. Now there was a pile of people on the floor on top of each other. Ezekiel, at the bottom of the pile, began speaking "Yo Chris you forgot to introduce me." Chris sighed, "and Ezekiel."

"And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we're adding three new competitors! He's an honor roll student with a diplomat for a dad and an amazing ability charm the pants off most species. Alejandro!" A tan Latin man with a red shirt and a necklace walked out confidently, "perhaps..I can assist." He lifted Bridgette and Izzy up, which had them in awe over his beauty. Bridgette panicked, "I-I-I have a boyfriend!" Alejandro smirked and gave a hand to the boys still on the floor, "and amigos, please! Allow me." They both seemed impressed and a bit hesitant, Tyler backed away, "I like girls."

Chris continued to introduce, "and she's a sugar addicted super fan with sixteen total drama blogs, Sierra!" A purple haired woman in green clothes walked out looking excited, "oh my gosh! I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life!! Anybody got a paper bag I can breathe into?" She panted in excitement and squealed, her movements rushed.

She rushed over to Cody with the biggest smile on her face ever, "oh my gosh Cody! I've dreamt of this moment..only you weren't wearing a shirt!" Cody looked scared as she leaned in slightly more while shaking. Chris let out a chuckle before continuing, "next up is a clumsy, plushie loving, cat owning girl...Y/n!" He didn't get much from your video, having no idea how to introduce you. All he saw was you struggling with the camera, a collection of plushies on your bed, and a cat knocking the camera over before the video shut down.

You walked out, an awkward smile on your face as you waved slowly to everyone. You had manners, as your mother had taught you, you should shake people's hands. "Hello..nice to meet you all. Nice shirt Chris," you shook his hand and he smiled as always. Making your way next to DJ and smiling and nodding at him politely. He did the same.

A big grey plane pulled up, looking like it was gonna fall apart at any moment. "What the.." Duncan exclaimed. You grimaced. "Excuse me..but I'd like to express some concerns about the safety of our plane!" Courtney raised her hand and looked skeptical. Chris smiled, "relax it's perfectly safe! Now boarding!" A piece of the plane fell off and you blinked awkwardly.

Tugging on DJ, "if we die on that plane, throw my phone in the ocean." You joked. Earning a laugh from him. Owen began panicking and mumbling, Chris' smile dropped and he pulled out a frying pan. Everyone looked amused, wondering what was gonna happen, Chris knocked Owen out. "Anybody else got a problem with it?" Immediately everyone started complimenting it. "Don't judge a book by its cover!" You said, scratching your head knowing damn well this plane wasn't much better on the inside.

"Nowww boarding on our voyage to a million big ones!" Chris pointed to the camera, "we're saving you a first class seat for all the action, right here, on total drama world tour!" The cameras cut. "Seriously?" Someone said. Everyone began walking onto the plane, you accidentally stepping on Heathers heel. She gave you a dirty look, "watch where you're going fre-" before pausing as if she realized something. "Actually..it's totally fine don't worry about it!" You raised a brow and divided the word "okay" into two like you were skeptical, "oh-kay?"

New girl seems nice enough, better get on her good side to make an alliance!

Everyone got inside right as Gwen said, "singing really? I thought Chris was joking about that!" Raising her hands up.

Courtney smiled, "well I don't have a problem with it." Leshawna groaned and gave her a look, "yeah cause you LIKE singing.."

Duncan pointed to himself with his thumb. "Well I don't! Girls sing," he pointed somewhere and then flapped his arms like a bird as he continued, "little birdies sing, Duncan's do not sing!" He crossed his arms.

Harold's eyes wandered over to Duncan, "think I'll get to beatbox?" He said with a coarse voice, only for Duncan to shut him down. "I'll beat you if you try!" He threatened.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Heather pointed accusingly at Chris and snarled after speaking. Chris shrugged. "Singing reality shows are huge! And the worse the singing, the higher the ratings WHICH is why on this show there will be no vocal coaches or rehearsals or warning!" Everyone looked annoyed and began speaking above each other, you included. Chris raised his arms.

"Anywho! This is the dining area where you'll enjoy in flight meals!" Chris began his 'tour' and Ezekiel spoke up. "Not for long ay! Prepare to lose to Zeke!" He pointed to himself and furrowed his brows while smiling like he was some devious gremlin. Gwen looked unimpressed, "okay..so not trying to be mean here but..you do know you got voted out first last time right?"

You chimed in, "yeah..don't be so sure of yourself 'Zeke', don't get your hopes up." Emphasis on Zeke, as if you were mocking him. Noah let out a small chuckle along with Gwen. "Word! And I spent every minute since making sure that don't happen again. I'm stronger, faster, smarter.." He got cut off by you and Chris speaking over each other.

"A lot more talkative," you said while Chris said "chattier, flabbier, can't-shut-upier, now zip it and let me finish the tour so we can get this bird in flight!" Once Chris finished he looked over at you, "glad someone agrees with me!" Waving his hands in the air.

Leshawna raised her finger up, "is there a ladies room?" Chris pointed behind him, "just through there," with a smile that screamed mischief. "Good! Cause I gotta make a deposit." Leshawna made her way to the bathroom. She seemed to be yelling inside the bathroom, something about privacy.

After Leshawna came out of the bathroom, Chris began talking again. "Losing teams will enjoy luxurious economy class accommodations between destinations!" He gestured to the room you were all standing in. You bit your lip as if you were thinking before making a small remark, "nothing a few plushies can't make comfortable." Chris raised a brow, "I thought we said nothing extra!" He sighed.

DJ looked down at you, "mind sharing some? Seems like that'll be the only sense of comfort in this room." He spoke softly and as if he wasn't looking forward to staying here. Lindsay looked around, "But where are our beds?" You spoke up again, "seems like we'll be sleeping like Owen." You pointed over to him and everyone looked over at him. "As you can see, Owen is demonstrating your sleeping situation!" Chris said letting out an evil laugh.

"That does not look comfortable," Heather said. "No comfort for losers," Chris replied. "Safety harnesses and an emergency exit! But no comfort here, here, or here!" He pointed to different areas of the room. Sierra stepped forward laughed oddly, "oh em gee Chris! I am just L.O.L!" She continued laughing as Ezekiel spoke. "We should hit the winners compartment ey cause I ain't never gonna sit back here ha! Never." Raising his arm and swiping it in front of him.

Noah looked over at him and waved the air as if he was shooing something away, "is never your policy on mouthwash to, homeschool?" Ezekiel must of stunk. (Ewww smelly) You laughed and Noah looked over at you before pursing his lips awkwardly. Chris led the way to the winners area, in the process you ended up walking next to Duncan somehow instead of DJ.

"Not enjoying this so far?" You began a conversation with him. Duncan looked down at you and sighed, "not even close." You let out a light laugh crossed your arms, "who knows? Maybe it'll get better!" He glanced at you again, "I doubt that, you're oddly enthusiastic. Someone's gonna kill that soon, trust me." He laughed like he was gonna enjoy you becoming hopeless.

"I'm not like you alt kid, chill." You replied jokingly, this earned a genuine, non evil laugh from him. People began getting accommodated in the winners area, you and Duncan included. He sat in a purple chair and you sat in a gold one next to Izzy. Chris smiled at everyone again, "this is the first class cabin! The domain of each weeks winners."

Alejandro talked to Lindsay, "now this is the kind of accommodation ladies deserve!" Lindsay looked around and replied with a thoughtless comment. "There are ladies in first class too?" She said. You spoke up, "I think he meant you sunshine." Lindsay smiled at you and then turned to him with an awkward smile, "oh! Me! You meant me...!" DJ stood next to a crouching Tyler, "that guy is as smooth as mamas gravy!" Tyler looked defeated.

"Lindsays supposed to like me.." This earned a chuckle and head nod from DJ before he said "no one can compete with gravy." Tyler yelled out, "Lindsay I can do a handspring!" You watched in amusement as Tyler failed the handspring and had a rough landing, being the nice(ish) person you are..you made your way over to him and offered him a hand.

"Need some help there?" He accepted and thanked you before turning to Lindsay. "Oh my gosh! Poor...im blanking on his name. Oh! Oh! I know, Alejandro." She said, getting his name completely wrong. Alejandro looked at her with a smile, "that's my name." Lindsay smiled, "and what a nice name! Alejandro..I could say it all day!" Rough..that sucks..You thought while giving Alejandro and Lindsay a mean look before going back to your sweet one.

"Please do!" Alejandro said. Alejandro looked over at you, and you noticed. This ended up with you giving him a disapproving nod which just earned a wink from him.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

"I can see right through that guy!" She lifted a finger up like ☝️🤓 and then looked around. "You know...this extra confessional is a thousand times nicer than talking in the toilet." She said with a smile. Her smile dropped into a frown when Chef began speaking, "maybe for you! I'm trying to prep for a flight here."

"Uh hello? Venting! Shhh!" She shushed him and continued. "Anyway! New guy is SO transparent SO fake SO-" she got cut off by chef.

"So deliciously seductive" he added. Heather was not pleased, "that is exactly the opposite of what I was trying to say!"

"Pretty good looking guy though. I'm just saying!" Heather groaned as chef talked about how good looking Alejandro was. "Ughhh forget this!!"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

Lowkey reminded me of "she was so rude and so mean!" Like that audio?? Yk??😭

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N

"Camera in the bathroom? No surprise honestly." You sighed and looked at your nails to look busy, "That new guy? Such a dick! I can't with him already! It's obvious what his plan is, well it isn't gonna work on me! No way!...he's pretty attractive though. But still. I'm in it to win it, no way I'm losing to..to..a man whore!" You crossed your arms.

"I already have a plan though, I'll just be a goody two shoes..to literally everyone. Mirror them, be them, suck up to them. Sadly, I think the most important person to do that to will be Heather or Alejandro. Heather because well...it's obvious from season one of total drama! And Alejandro because he's already on good terms with most people here. After I'm on good terms with them both..I'll get rid of them. Which shouldn't be too hard since by then I'll be on good terms with literally everyone with the way I'm going. So far I've talked to DJ, Duncan, given a helpful hand to Tyler, and a few looks with Alejandro and Noah. Bottom priority is probably Tyler, he seems useless but an extra vote on my side always counts."

You spoke quickly but said a lot. "I'm gonna win this thing!" You made a fist and punched it in the air. Ewww that was kinda cringey.. you thought.

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N; ENDED

Chris continued touring and people looked to be in awe over his living quarter. "Off limits!" He said, you smirked. What do I gotta do to make this guy want me? Some perks gotta come out of that.

Noah looked over at you, "so? What's your deal?" You looked at him, "what?" He sighed.

"You talk like you're comfortable but at the same time when you aren't talking you look like you have a plan to kill someone or like you're brain dead, tell me..are you dumb or smart? Cause no way there's an in between based off your little smirks from time to time." He said to you. You giggled,

"There's no way you can tell that from me smiling, you're reading into it way too much. I just have an active imagination. Plus what's wrong with smiling? Empire State Building for a forehead...'tell me' do you think ANYONE who smiles is either brain dead or ridiculously smart?" You mocked his little 'tell me' comment. Despite saying being nice was your game plan, you couldn't help but notice the skyscraper he had for a forehead.

"Based off your response dear short elf, it's obvious you're brain dead, not a thought behind those magical elf eyes of yours," he snapped, insulting your IQ and height all at once. Calling you a magical elf was just a poke at your height. You let out a laugh, not expecting another person to be able to bicker with you. "Touché, you should get some pants though, in those shorts you look like you'll blow away at any moment." He rolled his eyes at yet another one of your insults.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

Heather began listing the people she no longer had as allies off and calling them threats as well. "My only strategic option is to make friends with the new girls. But pretending to like THAT is gonna be hard. I do not heart the new girls!"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

Everyone was now sitting in the cafeteria, you standing next to Leshawna. "And that's pretty much it! I skipped the cargo hold and galley but I'm sure you'll find those exciting destinations later when I accidentally lock you in them!" Chris said, emphasizing accidentally. The plane shook which caused both you and Leshawna to stumble slightly, you grabbed her shoulders to steady her. "You alright?" You asked, she smiled at you. "Yeah, thanks new girl."

Bridgette also fell...right onto Alejandro's lap. "Señorita! Are you okay?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. Bridgette smiled and looked up at him. "Is the earth moving?" She asked. Izzy replied to her. "Nope! We are! Woo!" Chris began speaking again. "One more thing! I'm sure you remember a little something called elimination ceremony. Takes place right in there my friends." Chris pointed to yet another area.

"If you don't receive a barf bag full of air line issued peanuts-" Ezekiel cut Chris off, "I got a peanut allergy or..more like a sensitivity?" Chris gave him a weird look, "you will be forced to take a drop of shame." Ezekiel tried to speak again before getting grabbed by Chris, "kinda like this!" Ezekiel was shoved out the plane and began chasing after it as we took off.

Chris told him all eliminations are final and waved goodbye.

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"Every second we're getting closer to adventure..and further from mama." DJ said resting his head on his arms. Sierra called out Cody's full name and made a pun out of his birth month. A ding noise was heard and Chris was put in a spot light with a suit and a hat, "whenever you hear that friendly little bell it's musical number time! So..let's hear it!"

Courtney spoke up, "but..what are we supposed to sing?" You added to her sentence, "do we just make it up..?" Chris nodded in approval, "you have to make it up as you go, wouldn't be challenging otherwise now would it?" Courtney smiled like she had been waiting for this her whole life meanwhile you whined like a brat, no one heard luckily.

Your part being with Noah, "come fly with us! Come die with us!"

Chef used the speaker, "enough singing fruit cakes!" He continued to tell you that you were going to Egypt, then insulting the idea of musical numbers not realizing the p.a was still on. "We'll be right back." Chris said looking angry after having his musical idea insulted.

This was NOT proofread.

There will be lots more action between Y/n and her main love interests next chapter. Y/n is hinted to be "short" multiple times through the story by the way sorryyy.

Next chapter will be in a more personal writing style, with less genuine detail and more feelings and characters thoughts.

PART TWO IS OUT. Part 3 is only out on my wattpad. Go read them<3

Every chapter is half an episode🤷‍♀️

This was way longer than I thought it would be with over 3100 words.

chapter one and two are veryyyy boring but chapter three is definitely way better trust me.

Part two ⬇️

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fabricated-misslieness · 12 days

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ellie williams x male reader (platonic) jesse x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ellie comes back to town for resupply and catches up with an old friend

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 781

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, angst, post character death, post Seattle, awkward, very awkward, angst with a hopeful ending, ellie's pov, somewhat vague as to whether it's post santa barbara

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: inspo. don't ask me why both tlou fics have ellie pov

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There he is. Jesse's boyfriend.

It's rude to think of him as just Jesse's boyfriend. He was his own person, after all; but Ellie has reason. She knew Jesse better than him, after all. Jesse was one of her best friends, despite being the main reason she couldn't act on her long-time crush for a good while.

He was admirable, a young patrol-leader, courageous and smart. Most of all, he was loyal. He even followed her to Seattle.

Oh, fucking Seattle.

He looks like him, in a way. Ellie doesn't want to be rude, but their hair...it's the same. It's coarse and greasy, but so is everyone else's. Commercial shampoo isn't a thing twenty years after the collapse of the world and "major capitalism" anyway, but that's not the point.

He does look different. His eyes, his nose, his face is different, his own. But his hair.

It's shorter down the sides, obviously to keep it out of the way, and yet pieces still remain in front, perhaps a fashion statement, a rare sight when survival calls for practicality; perhaps, instead, a simple inevitability. The back remains long, down, unlike Jesse's, past his shoulders, Ellie recalls he used to wear it up more often than down. Before he and Jesse got together, he wore it in neat braids. Afterward, they got messy—maybe tugging from heated sessions, maybe, more probably, Jesse tried braiding it for him.

"Your hair." Ellie finds herself saying, interrupting your words. She wasn't paying attention, it was rude of her, but she can't see anything else.

"My hair?" You look confused, taking a piece in your hand, but then, oh, your hair. "I haven't had time, since..."

Since Seattle, Ellie thinks, but Seattle isn't Seattle to you, it's Jesse's death.

"Right." Ellie leans back, to stand on her heels. Right.

"I've had to, you know, take over patrol organization a bit, plus, um, new duties, yeah?"

"Yeah." She says, again another short response.

Yeah. Jesse handled a lot of patrol organization, alongside Mary, who now has to help Tommy around because of his knee and all, meaning she needs more people to help her; and also Tommy's knee means he can't go on patrol anymore and...it's just such a mess. And since Ellie left too? And Dina's busy with JJ? Three—four people that can't patrol anymore.

I'm sorry, she thinks to say, but she can't.

"You put it up for patrols?" She asks. It's a stupid question, the answer is an obvious yes.

"Yea–" It's a short response, too, awkward. "I meant, I, uh, don't have the time to braid."

She knows it's not true. She knows you at least have time in the mornings, but then maybe you just don't because it reminds you of him. The way his hands felt in your hair, clumsy, sometimes the braids are too tight and awfully angled, or sometimes they're too loose, but it's Jesse, so who cares?

I'm sorry, is yet again on her tongue, but she can't.

"How's–" What was she going to say? What were you saying, before she'd mentioned your hair? Fuck, she doesn't know.

You speak up abruptly, eyes flitting down, then up, "It looks like his, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." She agrees. Just that. What else is there to say? Well, there is... "I'm sorry."

"I know, Ellie." You say. It's simple.

She said it to you once, at the funeral; again, at the wake. A third time last time she came by, a fourth the time after. This might be the fifth, but she can't account for times she's been drunk, or whatever the fuck she was dealing with fresh off the horse from Seattle.

"I–" She wishes to say it again, anyway. She wishes to say more. Jesse loved you. Jesse wouldn't want you to be sad. Jesse...

"I know." You know, of course, she's already told you all of that, you don't even need her to speak her mind to know it. "Listen, I have to..." You gesture vaguely that-a-way.

"Right. Yeah." Ellie nods her head, bounces back on the balls of her feet and backs off.

"I'll see you next time?" You offer, your hands meeting together, intertwining, fingers breaking then holding again; a teeter, a restless thing. Nervous, no, awkward.

"Yeah." Ellie nods her head.

You're off.

But she speaks again, stopping you. "Hey, um!" She clears her throat, her sudden impulsive thought catching up to her, but you've already turned around, and she must finish. "I'll braid your hair? Next time?"

You smile, huff out a breath through your nose, maybe it's amusement, pity towards Ellie's attempt at what, making up? Or maybe it's appreciation. "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

#jesse x reader #jesse x male reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou x reader #tlou x male reader #last of us x reader #last of us x male reader #💞 // darlings #🤬 // swearshirt #🌂 // failure #🎟 // tlou #🎟 // the last of us #🎫 // jesse

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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chemistry - bucky barnes x reader

The way you move is so dramatic I think I might make you a habit - higher by michael bublé

Plot: Trying to help get her out of the rut she’s been in since her breakup, Y/N’s best friend decides to sign her up for a dance class. There, she meets the passionate and incredibly attractive teacher, Bucky Barnes. Pairing: Dance Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A tiny mention of being in a rut after a breakup, and of Rumlow being a handsy creep. Also, some slightly possessive Bucky Barnes. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is another one of those AU ideas I have at 1am when I’m meant to be sleeping because I have work that day. ANYWAY, here we are. Sorry if my description of dancing isn’t the best, it’s been ages since I danced. I recommend you listen to Higher, because it partly inspired this fic. Also, dance teacher Bucky specifically looks him in Civil War cause he’s hot, and I said so.

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Shifting uncomfortably in her position, Y/N glances around the room. A few weeks ago, Y/N’s boyfriend of a few years broke up with her, sending her into a rut she couldn’t climb out of. That was, however, until Y/N’s best friend told her she had an idea to get her out of this rut. Y/N thought she meant joining a dating app or introducing her to a friend. Turns out she was dead wrong: her best friend signed up for a new dance class. And a dance class is the last thing she wants to do. Who else would want to be seen in public after spending the past few weeks crying and eating ice cream? But her best friend combined with alcohol can be very persuasive. “Just go for one week. If you hate it, you never have to go again.” She had told her. And so, here she is. In all honesty, Y/N is already regretting agreeing to come here. She keeps a watchful eye on the exit so she can slip out when needed. She glances around the room. Everyone else seems so confident, making her feel even more out of her depth. This definitely was a bad idea. Yet, just before she leaves the room,

“Hello everyone.” A voice calls, Y/N turns, and immediately finds herself staring at one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever seen in her life. The man scans the room, his blue eyes looking over everyone. When his eyes reach Y/N, her breath hitches in her throat, all thoughts of her ex gone. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. She can’t leave now. “My name is Bucky, and I’m your dance teacher. I’ve been dancing for almost a decade now, and I’m here because I want to show everyone just how intense and rewarding dance can be.” As Bucky explains how much he loves dancing, Y/N stares at him, looking over every part of him. Huge muscles strain through his red shirt, and his brunette hair is pulled into a man bun, a few loose tendrils falling around his face. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Now, there are plenty of reasons why you may be here in my class. For example, you may want to try something new, or sharpen your skills.” He looks around the room once more, staring at everyone. In return, everyone keeps their gaze on him, his presence commanding. That, and he’s handsome as fuck. “Or perhaps you just want to meet people, and find a connection.” Bucky states, his eyes falling on her once more, almost as if he can smell the loneliness and heartbreak dripping off of her. Immediately, Y/N blushes, and the edge of Bucky’s lips twitch into a little smirk, almost as if he’s enjoying this. “So I want to start with a little ice breaker. Just introduce yourself and tell us why you’re here.” Oh shit.

Bucky goes around the room, calling on each person to introduce themselves. He leaves Y/N til last, dragging out her discomfort even further. With her heart pounding, Bucky soon reaches her. “And you are?” He grins. Y/N can already tell he’s enjoying this. Fucker. Stupid, sexy fucker.

“Um, I’m Y/N. And I’m here to….” As her voice trails off, Bucky’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly. There’s no way she can admit her heartbreak in front of everyone, especially not her attractive dance teacher. “Just meet new people.” She finishes, and Bucky nods. Yet, he still keeps his eyes on her, giving her a knowing look, one that tells her he knows there’s more than she’s letting on. Thankfully, though, he doesn’t press her any more.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s get started by getting into pairs.” As soon as she’s sure that Bucky’s gaze is off her, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief.

This is going to be interesting.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Despite her original awkwardness and unwillingness, Y/N keeps returning to the dance class every week. Part of it is because it is actually fun, and almost all of her class seem really nice. But it’s mostly to see the dance teacher whose captivating gaze has been on her mind ever since she first saw him. And it seems she’s been on his mind, too. Each week, she notices him staring at her, a small smirk on his face. Despite how much she likes having the attention of her attractive teacher, and how good it makes it feel, deep down, it still does little to quell her feelings of self consciousness. Especially since Bucky refuses to speak to her, either about why she is so enticing to him, or even a simple hello. He’s also refused to pick her as his partner for a demonstration in front of the class, like he's done with almost everyone else. Of course, she’s glad she’s not had the possibility to embarrass herself in front of all her classmates, but Bucky’s lack of acknowledgement is driving her crazy. Of course, she knows she could just talk to him, but she’s still far too nervous to even approach him, let alone talk to him.

So every week she comes back, hoping to find a reason why she and Bucky seem to have such a connection with each other. One week, after the group finishes up a waltz, Bucky claps his hands together, signifying an announcement.

“Chemistry is something that’s incredibly important in dancing. If you dance with a stranger, you have to make it believable to the audience. Make them think you have known each other for months, years.” Bucky explains. Y/N raises a brow, wondering where he’s going with this. His next words make her wish she hadn’t asked. “So, for this next dance, I want you to pick a new partner, someone you aren’t as close to. Let’s see how believable you are.” As her classmates disperse and try to find someone new, Y/N gulps. Nobody seems to be heading her way. She throws a quick glance at Bucky, hoping he can help, but he’s preoccupied with sorting the music for this routine.

“Guess we’re partners, then.” A voice sounds. The voice belonging to Brock Rumlow. Shit. Brock is one of the few men in the class. That isn’t the issue, though. The issue is that he’s an unpleasant dickhead, and from what she’s heard, far too handsy, even when he’s told to stop. And now, she has to pretend to have a connection to him.

“Guess so!” She laughs awkwardly, trying not to grimace as Brock takes her hand in his, wrapping his other around her waist. God, hopefully this is over soon.

“Are we ready?” Bucky’s voice sounds as he turns back around. “Excellent. Well done, everyone.” He grins, his eyes scanning over the couples. When his gaze reaches Y/N and Brock, his smile immediately falters, and his blue eyes darken. “Right. We’ll start off with a waltz, just to see how you get on.” Bucky’s voice sounds dead, as if his happiness is gone in the blink of an eye. Y/N frowns. What the hell is going on?

However, she has little time to think about it before the music starts, and Brock pulls her closer. Right away, she can smell notes of alcohol on his breath, so strong and sudden it almost makes her gag. As they dance to the music, Y/N tries her best to act like she wants to be there, even though she can already feel Brock’s hands wandering lower. She tries to move his hands, but he suddenly twirls her, spinning her far too fast and suddenly for the speed of the dance. As she spins, she catches Bucky’s gaze. For a moment, everything seems to go in slow motion as their eyes meet. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, his jaw clenched as he watches Y/N and Brock dance. The whole spin, Bucky keeps his gaze fixed on her. Y/N feels her cheeks heating up. As the dance continues, she sees him staring at them again, looking even more pissed off. Just them. Nobody else. Bucky’s glare makes Y/N feel embarrassed all over again. They must really be terrible if he’s glaring at them like that. Deep down though, she still can’t deny how that look makes her entire body shiver.

Thankfully, the dance ends soon after, and the group takes a moment to catch their breaths. Footsteps sound, and Bucky walks up to Y/N and Brock. “Well done, well done. Now, Mr Rumlow, and…Miss Y/L/N, is it?” Bucky asks, coming to stand by them. Immediately, a shit-eating grin spreads on Brock’s face, whilst Y/N swears her heart almost stops. She’s never been this close to Bucky before. Close enough to see every freckle and beauty mark dotting his face, and the few grey hairs in his stubble.

“Yes sir. We were good, weren’t we?” Brock grins, straightening his posture. Bucky chuckles.

“Well, Y/N was.” Brock’s face falls, and Y/N’s mouth drops open. If it wasn’t her in this situation, she would laugh. “She perfectly achieved what I was looking for.”

“W-What?” Brock splutters. Y/N is too surprised to even speak.

“Yes.” Bucky nods, developing a grin of his own. “If it’s alright, I’d like to borrow her for this next dance, just to show everyone how it’s done.” He turns to her, his blue eyes falling on her once more. He smiles, one that she swears makes her knees go weak. “So.” His voice speaks, low, husky, and inviting. Immediately, she’s mesmerised. “Y/N, would you like to be my partner?” He asks, beckoning her closer. Y/N nods with a gulp, already embarrassed as she feels everyone’s gaze on her. But she only focuses on Bucky. He takes her hand in his, sending sparks throughout her entire body. He leads her away from Brock and into the centre of the dance floor. “Music please.” The intro to a song begins to play, one Y/N recognises immediately, and it does little to quell her nerves. This isn’t a waltz. It’s a tango, a dance they haven’t done in a while, and definitely something she wasn’t prepared for. Before she can even say something, Bucky pulls her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. Her sudden proximity to him makes her gasp as the scent of his aftershave enters her nostrils, and Bucky smirks. “It’s alright. Just do what I do.” He whispers. “Ready?” He asks, and she nods.

As the song kicks in, Bucky and Y/N dance together, their bodies connected as they move in time to the music. The feeling of Bucky’s touch against her skin, and feeling the fabric of his shirt between her fingers makes her entire body tingle. Still though, she keeps focused on the dance, despite how being in such close proximity to Bucky is making her brain go haywire. As the song continues, Y/N feels more comfortable in his grasp, like this is where she’s meant to be. She also feels herself becoming more confident. So much so, in fact, that she even throws in a few of her own moves and footwork, ones that Bucky matches effortlessly. “Oh. I see.” He whispers when she’s back in his arms, keeping his gaze trained on her with a smirk, one that Y/N returns. “Try this then.” Without another word, Bucky dips her, making her gasp. She doesn't have time to react before Bucky twirls her. He lets go as she spins, the skirt of her dress spinning out around her. Before she stops, he takes her into his arms once more, wrapping them around her waist to steady her.

As the song ends, the pair are still wrapped in each other's embrace. As she feels the warmth of Bucky’s body against hers, Y/N matches his breathing, cooling herself down. Although her heart rate still feels like it’s about a million miles a minute. And this time, she knows it’s not just because of the dancing. Bucky spins her around to face him. Y/N looks up, seeing some loose tendrils of Bucky’s hair falling around his face. She lifts her hands, ready to tuck them behind his ears. It’s only when she hears applause that Y/N remembers where she is, and that they’re not alone. Her hands drop. For a moment, Bucky looks disappointed that they’re not alone either. But he quickly fixes a smile onto his face. “Well done.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The rest of the class passes by in a blur, Y/N too preoccupied with the intensity and chemistry of her dance with Bucky to focus on anything else. Later that night, Y/N waits outside for her best friend to pick her up. She’s been caught in traffic for the past fifteen minutes, but promises she’s on her way. Y/N sighs, pulling her jacket closer around her as the chilly autumn wind blows. Hopefully her friend gets here soon. While Y/N waits, she tries her best to think of a way to possibly explain what happened tonight, but she can’t put it into words. All she can say is she never wants to dance with anyone else ever again. She still remembers the sensation of Bucky’s body pressed up against hers, and it’s making her just as breathless and giddy as it did earlier on.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice speaks, and Y/N gasps. Bucky. Maybe being delayed isn’t so bad after all. She turns to wave at him, although she’s still unsure of how to even look at him after their passionate dance earlier.

“Hi Bucky.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here after class ended. Do you need a ride somewhere?” He offers, gesturing to a sleek BMW parked only a few feet away. Bucky’s choice of cars is little of a surprise to Y/N. Judging by the scent of his cologne, he definitely has a lot of money. Y/N has never wished that she didn’t have a ride more than she does in that moment.

“No, it’s okay. My friend is on her way to get me. Thanks though.” Once more, Bucky looks disappointed, but nods regardless.

“By the way, good job tonight. I know I said it already, but you’re a really talented dancer, and I think you’ll go far. I’ll see you next week, alright?” As Bucky turns to leave, Y/N realises she might never have an opportunity like this again: to ask him alone how he really feels about her.

“Bucky? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?” He smiles, the same smile that makes her knees go weak.

“Why did you choose me to dance with you today? You’ve never danced with me before.” Bucky chuckles. He steps closer, and Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat.

“Well, it was on chemistry, wasn’t it? So I had to choose someone I have chemistry with, and who I knew could match the intensity, both of me and the dance. You were a perfect fit.” Y/N can already feel herself falling deeper in love with him, as if their dance tonight didn’t already do that. “And of course, you were having a tough time with Brock.” He explains. Y/N remembers Bucky’s hard, pointed stare in Brock’s direction. At first, she thought it was just because they were terrible. Now, though, she sees it in a new light. Was he…jealous?

“Thanks.” Bucky nods. Yet, he doesn’t leave, and keeps staring at her.

“May I ask you a question now?” Y/N nods. “Why did you come to my class?” Immediately, Y/N is cast back to the very first time she and Bucky met, with her standing and watching him as he rattled off explanations for people’s attendance, looking at her when he mentioned finding connections. If only she knew just how deep this connection would go.

“Well, my boyfriend dumped me, so my best friend suggested I come and try something new to get over the heartbreak, and maybe meet someone new.” She just didn’t expect to meet someone like Bucky. Upon the mention of her ex, Bucky tuts.

“I see. If I may, that ex of yours is a total fucking idiot for dumping someone like you.” The sound of the usually dignified Bucky swearing is unfamiliar, especially when it comes to her. Yet Bucky’s protectiveness over her makes her stomach flutter. “In a strange way, though, I’m glad. Because it brought you to me.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering even more, and she mumbles another thank you. Y/N and Bucky stand together for a while longer, staring into each other’s eyes, neither saying anything. “Y/N?” Bucky asks, breaking the silence.

“Mhm?” He steps closer, tilting his head slightly. Almost as if he’s about to kiss her. Y/N glances at his lips.

“Would you like to-” But the sound of an approaching engine cuts Bucky off. Y/N huffs. Of course her friend shows up now. Y/N waits to hear what Bucky will say before going. She waited long enough for her friend, so her friend can wait a few minutes for her. To her surprise though, he instead says: “No. It’s alright. You should go.”

“Wait, but-” Y/N gasps, trying desperately to get Bucky to stay with her, or to at least finish his sentence. He looks over at her once more, and for a moment, he hesitates.

“No, it doesn’t matter.” He mumbles. “I’ll see you in class next week, okay?” He smiles.

And then, he’s gone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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TDWT- Cody X Reader: Walk Like An Egyptian Pt. 1 (Chapter Two)

If you haven’t read: one

“Season three of Total Drama, folks! The world is gonna be mine, sea to shining sea! Sadly I’m forced to share my world with a three-ring traveling teen freak show!” A bus pulls up behind Chris McLean, as he continues to talk.

“They’ll be competing all around the globe for another one million dollars!” he grins.

“So let’s meet our players.” The first few teens come out, “Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!” Introducing them. Gwen accidentally bumps into Heather.

“Are there reserved seating? I.E. can’t have one behind Heather’s pony-hair ponytail?” She makes a jab at the once bald headed mean girl in front of her. “Um, my extensions are human hair!” Heather folds her arms.

“You learn something new everyday.” Duncan adds in, to which Gwen giggles at. He smirks, pissing off his girlfriend, Courtney.

“Lindsay!” Chris suddenly shouts, moving on from that whole hot mess, the blonde comes down from the bus. Blowing a kiss.

“Owen, DJ, and Harold!” He has his eyes shut, waiting for the boys to come out.

“Hey! Oh! Ah!” Owen grunts, he comes out with DJ bear hugging him from behind.

“Sweet Strawberry preserves! No!” The big guy yells out. “He’s afraid of flying remember?” DJ speaks for him, walking with Owen away from the bus to let others come out.

“Aerophobia, from the Latin, as apposed to Aeronausiphobia, the fear of air sickness.” Harold tells everyone his nerdy information,

“Keep up the fascinating facts and I’m going to be Aeronauseous all over you.” Noah threatens.

“And returning favorites: Noah, Cody and-”

“Yo, yo, yo! This years winner is in the house- Uh, bus. I mean runway! Where’s the plane, eh?” Ezekial announces himself.

“I know right? Let’s fly! Whoo!” Izzy pops out, jumping onto Ezekial’s shoulders. “Watch out! Ooh!” They both fall to the ground. “Yep Izzy’s back. Also returning this season, Tyler and the co-host of Total Drama Aftermath, Bridgette.” Both the athletes trip and fall over Izzy and Ezekial who still laid on the ground from falling themselves. “

Yo, Chris, you forgot to introduce me.” Ezekiel raises his hand, Chris sighs. “And Ezekial.”

“And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we’re adding three new competitors. He’s an honor-roll student with a diplomat for a dad and an amazing ability to charm the pants off most species; Alejandro!” The good looking Hispanic teen struts down the steps of the bus.

“Perhaps I can assist.” He helps up Izzy and Bridgette. “Wow-whee.” Izzy dreamily says. “I-I have a boyfriend!” Bridgette stammers.

“And, amigos, please allow me.” Alejandro then helps up the two other boys. “Wow-whee.” Ezekiel says. “I like girls.” Tyler defends himself unnecessarily.

“Here’s our first girl, she’s a well known actress who hates germs, super pretty by the way; [Name]!” The girl comes out with a disgusted expression, trying not to touch the handles of the bus, jumping off the last step.

“When was the last time this thing has been washed?” She questions, squirting hand sanitizer into her hands. A few of the teens hold back squeals, waving at her and she changes her expression and waves back with a small smile, before she can walk away Chris is already announcing the next girl.

“And she’s a sugar addicted superfan with 16 Total Drama blogs; Sierra!” The tall purple haired girl runs out, squeezing [Name] into an embrace, lifting the girl up.

“Oh, my gosh! I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life and-” She gasps for breath, hyperventilating and finally letting go of the actress who hurries away from her. “Anybody, got a paper bad I can breathe into?” She asks around then is quickly over that, heading to the other contestants.

“Ah! Oh my gosh! Cody and [Name] standing together!” She runs up to then, they both look confused. “I dreamt of this moment, Only you weren’t wearing a shirt!” She whispers the last part to Cody.

Cutting that off there’s a loud squeaking noise then they all turn to see a rusted plane.

POV change

“Excuse me, but I’d like to express some concerns about the safety of our plane.” That one smart girl, courtney raises her hand.

“Relax it’s perfectly safe,” Chris puts his hands up but then a part of the plan falls off. Freaking out that big blonde guy. “Really looks safe.” I comment, and the Noah guy agrees with me.

“Now, boarding!”

“No! I can’t ride in that! Call the United Nations! Call a cab! Call my mom! No I’m not doing this! I’m out, this is unethical!” He panics, but before he can keep it up, Chris knocks him out with a frying pan. “Mommy.” He whimpers.

“Anybody else got a problem with it?” The host motions to us.

“No.” Cody says.

“Love it!” Lindsay rubs her head nervously.

“Dibs on the window seat.” Bridgette calls.

“Now boarding on a voyage to a million big ones! We’re saving you a first-class seat for all the action right here on Total Drama World Tour!” Chris sings, “Seriously?” Duncan questions

We get into he plane. “Singing? Really? I thought Chris was joking about that.” Gwen exclaims. “Well I don’t have a problem with it.” Courtney shrugs.

“Yeah, cause you like singing.” Leshawna adds in.

“Well, I don’t. Girls sing. Little birdies sing. Duncan’s do not sing.” Duncan folds his arms.“Mm, we can tell.” I mutter, leaning my weight onto my right foot.

“Think I’ll get to beat box?” Harold asks in a hopeful tone. “I’ll beat you if you try.” Duncan holds up a fist.

“Why are you doing this to us?” Heather questions the host.

“Singing reality shows are huge. And the worse the singing the higher the ratings. Which is why this show, there will be no vocal coaches or rehearsals or warning.” Chris announces. Everyone grumbles but I sat there smirking.

Being a child star meant I had a little bit of an advantage, having extensive vocal coaching I won’t be embarrassed like the rest.

“Anywho this is the dining area, where you all enjoy in-flight meals.” Chris shows us the room we’ve been standing in for a few minutes now.

“Not for long, eh? Prepare to lose to the Zeke!” Ezekiel says. “Okay, so not trying to be mean here, but you do know that you got voted out first last time right?” Gwen reminds him.

“Word. And I spent every minute since making sure that don’t happen again. I’m stronger, faster, smarter-”

“Chattier, blabbier, can’t-shut-uppier.” Chris shouts, cutting the boy who we falters down.

“Is there a ladies room?” Leshawna speaks up. “Just through there.” Chris points. “Good, cause I got to make a deposit.” She says.

“Losing teams will enjoy a luxurious economy-class accommodations between destinations.” Chris informs.

“Okay, well were are our beds?” That blonde athletic girl glances around. “Owen, care to demonstrate?” Chris yells, we all turn our heads over to see Owen sleeping, strapped to the wall. “That does not look comfortable.” Heather speaks.

“No comfort for losers.” Chris teases. “Safety harnesses and an emergency exit out. No comfort here, here, or here.” Chris jokes, Sierra goes up to him with an obnoxious laugh but it was finally away from me so I don’t care. “O.M.G. Chris I am L.O.L.” She bends down laughing.

“We should hit the winners compartment, eh? Cause I ain’t never gonna be in here. Ha! Never!” Ezekiel confidently tells everyone.

“Is never your policy on mouthwash too, homeschool?” Noah fans his face, grossed out. We then move onto first class.

"You smell like coconut and vanilla.” Sierra whispers in my ear and my eyes widen, I move away from her for the hundredth time.

“This is the first-class cabin, the domain on each weeks winners.” Chris shows off,. “Now this is the kind of accommodation ladies deserve.” Alejandro flirts with Lindsay and I scrunch my face. “They get ladies in first class, too? Oh! Me! You meant me!” Lindsay then gushes at her realization, hiding behind her hand to giggle.

“That guy is as smooth as moma’s gravy.” DJ says and I agree. “You gotta be stupid to not see it’s poisoned though.” I mutter. “Lindsay’s supposed to like me.” Tyler slumps.

“Nobody can compete with gravy. Even the poisoned kind.” Dj nudges me and we both chuckle. “Lindsay! I can do a handspring!” We probably should’ve stopped him but instead we watch him do it and completely fail.

“Oh my gosh! Poor… uh I’m blanking on his name- Oh! Oh! I know! Alejandro.” She holds her r=hands together. “That’s my name.” The Hispanic smirks. “And what a nice name, Alejandro. I could say it all day.” She flirts back with him. “Please do.” She giggles at his response. I look over to see that Heather girl get annoyed.

“I can see right through that guy. You know, this extra confessional is a thousand times nicer than talking in the toilet.” heather admits. “Maybe for you. I’m trying to prep for a flight here.” Chef interrupts. “Hello, venting! Shh! Anyway, new guy is so transparent. So fake, so-” “Deliciously seductive.” chef speaks up once again. “That is exactly the opposite of what I was trying to say.” The girl disagrees. “Pretty good looking guy to boot, I’m just saying. Also there’s that actress it’s gonna be tough to compete with such a loved girl like her.” “Ugh! Forget this!”

“Whoa! Where are we now? A grand piano? Wood burning pizza over? Four person hot-tub with L.E.D. light show and dancing waters?” Cody questions, pointing out everything like we couldn’t see it ourselves.

“Definitely not ours.” I cross my arms and he looks over at me. “Huh?” “it’s Chris’s.” I laugh, his face turns red as I’m chuckling.

“Easy tiger, [Name]s right these are my quarters. And they’re off limits? Clear?” It looks like he was mainly talking to Harold but I missed what he said. “Crystal.” Harold puts his head down. “Oh, Chris. I heart your limits.” Sierra sighs.

“Anyway, with Beth gone, Lindsiot and Ale-whatever looking like a real threat, same with Miss all-loved actress, my only strategic option is to make friends with the other new girl, But pretending to like that is gonna be hard. I do not heart the new girl.” Heather declares to the camera, even getting closer to it.

“And that’s pretty much it, I skipped the cargo hold and galley but I’m sure you’ll find those exciting destinations later when I accidentally lock you in them.” Chris uses quotation marks with his fingers towards the end, being sarcastic. Then the plane moves like there’s a huge bump.

“One more thing. I’m sure you remember a little something called the elimination ceremony. Takes place right in here, my friends.” He points, we all follow him to the next area.

“If you don’t receive a barf bag full of airline-tissue peanuts-”

“I got a peanut allergy, yo, or more like a sensitivity.” Ezekiel confesses. “You will be forced to a drop of shame.” Chris ignores the boy who decides to carry.

“Okay, I just don’t like-” “Kind of like this.” Chris grabs the boy, throwing him out of the plane. “All eliminations are final, bro!” Chris waves outside the door.

Now we’re sitting back at the tables. “Every second, we’re getting closer to ad

venture. And further from momma.” DJ frowns, I pat his back. “It’s gonna be alright. You’ll be back with her in no time.” I smile, of course I notice the staring and gawking over me comforting the boy. There’s always eyes on me.

“Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson and [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name]. I also happen to know your birthdays are April 1st and February 14th. My own April fool and Valentine.” Sierra stares at us in a creepy way except these eyes just have to be the most unsettling the I actually want to stop looking at me.

A spotlight shows upon the host. “Whenever you hear that friendly little bell, it’s musical number time. So let’s hear ti!” Chris tells them. “But what are we supposed to sing?” Courtney asks. “You have to make it up as you go. It wouldn’t be challenging otherwise now would it?” He questions and then music really starts and the teens start singing.

“Up, up, up, up!” Courtney starts it off, three other girls after. “Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!” Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler go, looking quite panicked. “We’re flying and singing. We’re flying and we’re singing!” They all bunch together to sing. Cody sits on the edge of a snack cart, [Name] behind him as Sierra pushes them. “Come fly with us!” Sierra sings, “Come fly with us!” The three then sing together. “We’ve got a lot of crazy tunes to bust. Ha-ha!” Izzy jumps out of the vent. “Come fly with us!” Bridgette stands on the couch with her arms out and Lindsay does the same thing on a seat opposite side of Bridgette. “Come fly with us!”

“It’s a pleasure and a honor and a must!” Alejandro pulls both the girls down next to him, both blush. “Dudes this is messed. You’re singing in a plane.” Duncan boredly says. “What do you expect? Chris is freaking insane- unh!” Harold gets pushed away as he was swinging around numchucks. “Yeah, but, guys you’re singing on t.v.” Gwen joins in. “Haven’t you always wanted to? It can’t just be meeeee!” Courtney dances like a ballerina around the goth girl.

Then it cuts to DJ and Leshawna dancing. “Come fly with us!” DJ starts. “Come fly with us!”

The plane shakes startling everyone, it shows [Name] grabbing onto Cody since he’s the only one near, then she let’s go and uses her hand sanitizer. “Do you know how to steer this thing?” Heather grips her seat besides Chef Hatchet. “I try.” He leans back in his seat, feet kicked up. “They thought they could leave me and depart! But this stowaway’s got winning in his heart!” Ezekiel belts, coming out of the suitcases in the cargo.

“Come fly with us! Come die with us!” Noah watches outside one of the plane windows to see one of the jets smoking. “We’re flying? I hate flying! Stop the plane!” Owen wakes up in a panic but just gets knocked out again by Chris.

“Come fly wit us! Come sing with us!” A group tries to persuade Gwen and Duncan. “No!” They fold their arms, Chris walks over with a smug expression laid out on his face, papers in his hands. “Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because in order to escape instant elimination-” His singing gets cut off by Bridgette taking the papers out of his hand. “All the contestants must sing in each show!” She reads out, pissing off Chris.

“Duncan, do it, let’s go!” Courtney nudges her boyfriend. “Gwen sing it, don’t go!” Cody pleads. “Well, I don’t want to go home.” She looks annoyed. “Come fly with us! Come fly with us! Come and fly with us!” Gwen shoots up doing a little dance where she ends up on her knees. “Duncan come on, please!” Courtney clasps her hands together. “This su-u-u-cks!” He belts and they all go around him, posing to finish off the song. “Yeah!” They do jazz hands.

“Enough singing fruitcakes, strap yourselves in. We are now beginning our descent into Egypt. Musical numbers. Worst idea ever. Chris is such an id- Hey, why is this P.A. light still in?” Chris gasps at Chef’s words. “Oh sh-” The P.A. turns off. “We’ll be right back.” Chris tells the audience in a short tone, scrunching his face in anger.

And here we stand, in a scorching hot dessert with pyramids.

“You guys ready for a little fun?” Chris comes over on a chair in Egyptian clothing, carried by two interns. “Huh? Wow! It’s a scorcher out here huh?” He takes a long sip of his cold beverage. “I call today’s challenge… pyramid over under.” He declares.

“An 11-hour flight, Chef’s in-flight cuisine, a forced musical number. Now we’ve got a challenge?!” Leshawna questions his show. I’m really starting to wish I had a different agent as I fan myself with my hand.

“Don’t you love this game?”

He moved us all over to a line to start a race of some sort. “It’s like we’re being cooked in a giant oven.” Harold complains.

“It might help if you weren’t dressed like a giant baked potato.” Leshawna tell shim, Harold wears a foil hat on his head.

“Aluminum foil means the aliens can’t read your brains. It’s a real problem in this area.” Harold informs her but is cut off by a cymbal crashing.

“Man, that’s satisfying. All right. Pyramid over under means you chose how you’ll get to the finish line- either over or under the pyramid. Got it?” We all nod to his instructions.

“Ready… Set…” “Wait up, yo! You guys wait up!” Ezekial runs in. “I told you I wasn’t gonna lose this time, eh?” Ezekiel points a finger in Chris’s face. “Didn’t we leave you in like Halifax or whitehorse or whatever?” Chris asks.

“It’s called landing gear, homie. I climbed it and hid with the cargo.” He tells him. “Impressive but you’re still out.” The host cuts off his dream. “No way! I’m in it to win it! Word!” Ezekiel angrily stomps. “Hey, it’s your funeral.” He just carries on.

“Set… Go!”

We all begin running.

“Oh, great. Our friendly neighborhood host dude failed to mention there were different paths.” Noah says in a monotone voice. I like him.

“Hey, Sierra which way do you think we should go?” Heather speaks up. “Me!?” Um… uh…” She thinks about it.

“How do we know which is right?” Owen asks.

“I know! Okay, I saw this in a spy movie once. You lick your finger and hold it up to find the air flow.” Izzy then licks her finger, “mmm, this sand really crunches in your teeth. Fun!” She doesn’t even do what she explained, instead turns to Owen and DJ.

“Okay, DJ, give me your hand.”

“Don’t do it DJ. You might catch a case of crazy.” Leshawna jumps before he can do it.

“Come on Harold.” The three walk away, going through the middle door way.

“Oh, oh, oh! Let’s take the scary mummy door!” Izzy points up. I fold my arms and end up following Sierra and Heather. Well I didn’t really have a choice as Sierra grabbed me by the bottom of my shirt for me to walk beside her.

As we make our way through Sierra steps onto a booby trap. Arrows shooting out of the wall almost getting us but Heather shoves us to the ground.

“Oops, sorry guys.” We get back up, I notice Heather fight back getting mad. “Honest mistake. Could have happened to anybody.” Heather forces a sweet smile. “Yeah, okay and it almost killed us. I’m not okay with this “honest” mistake.” I announce, walking ahead. “Awe, I’m sorry [Name]!” Sierra follows after me.

“Stop touching me!” I make a disgusted face.

We end up bumping into Cody, I try to tell him to go away but he stared at me instead and got caught by Sierra.

We hear a groan and a Mummy had it’s arms out, starting to follow us, out of fear and not knowing who it was we started screaming a running, eventually finding our way out of the pyramid. When we make it out, Sierra was holding Cody and somehow now holding the bottom of my shirt again.

“Oh, I’m so happy we found you. Heather aren’t you so happy? I have both of my loves!” Sierra speaks to the girl behind us.

“I’m so happy I could scream.” Heather sarcastically says and we make it past the finish line.

“We did it! Group hug!” Sierra places down Cody then squishes us into a hug with her. “Come on, Heath! You too!” I watch the brunette roll her eyes then force herself to join us into this already forced embrace.

“And hugs over, Sierra get behind number 2. Heather, Cody, and [Name], you’ll be on team three.” Chris tells us and I feel relief wash over me as Sierra is not with us on this team.

“In Egyptian-” “No one cares, Harold.” Chris cuts him off. “Where’s Gwen? Not like I care, just curious.” Cody rambles after glancing over to me. “Uh, kids!” That ding sound goes off and Chris is shouting up the pyramid with a megaphone.

“Recognize that sound? Time for whoever's not finished yet to give us a little musical reprise.” Chris pints up to them. “You said one song per episode.” Duncan angrily shouts down.

“Yeah and this is a reprise. Not a new song. So if you don’t sing. You’re out, now let’s hear it!” Chris yells.

“You know what? No!” He storms down the pyramid, dragging the two girls behind him.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Three hours of those two squawking on this stupid pyramid in this stupid heat and you want me to sing?! Forget it!” Duncan spits in the host’s face.

“Dude, you have a contract.”

“Eat it McLean! If you need me, I’ll be in the plane waiting for a ride home, cause I’m out. Done.” He cuts the rope he’s tied to after twirling the knife in his hand.

“I quit!” He stomps off.

“Girls on the rebound are the best. They cry and ten you et to buy them a pop and listen and then well they still won’t go out with you but yo get to buy them a pop!” Cody enthusiastically says.

Then comes out the two mummies one actually being Izzy, the same one that followed us out fo the pyramid having us scared for our lives.

“You’re carrying the undead!” Noah screams. “Cool! Bite me and I can be your undead friend, like Frankenstein!” Izzy says but it jumps out unwrapping itself.

“Thanks for all the help you knobs.” Ezekiel thanks us sarcastically.

“Izzy go join team-” “Teleta or three.” Harold cuts off Chris.

“Come on, guy! After all this, you’ve got to let me back in the game!” Ezekiel whines, begging. Chris pushes him down by the head.

“Fine, but only cause we’re down a man, thanks to Duncan McQuitty-pants. Go ahead and join team one.” Chris tells him. “Oh! Yes!” The kid cheers.

“Okay, teams talk amongst yourselves and determine a team name. You have three minutes while I enjoy this ice cream cone.”

“Team victory!” Team one says.

“Team Amazon!” My team says.

Then the second team takes a really long time to pick one. “Got it, Team Chris is really really, really, really hot.” Sierra declares loudly making it the name. “What!?” The rest of her team questions.

“All right, best team name ever! And here are your rewards. Team amazon you win a camel.” He shows off the animal. “Team Chris is really, really, really, really, really hot-” “I think there were only four reallys.” Alejandro corrects but is ignored. “You win a goat!” The goat then runs, crashing into Tyler knocking him down.

“And team victory here, you go.” He shows a stick.

“So the guys who come in last get a camel and we get a stick?” Leshawna speaks up for her team.

“All will be explained if I feel like it. Next time here on Total Drama World Tour!”

Sorry for the late post I had a few things happen the past few days but tomorrow I will try to get the next chapter for the Heather x Reader out and then after that is Cody I do have a family issue rn so it might put a slight hold on some writing later in the week but I don't know. Thank you for your patience!

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