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boba-beom · 1 year

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❦ With You | K.TH

pairing: taehyun x f!reader

genre: fluff, bestfriends to lovers | oneshot

warning(s): senior year high school, set in 1984, relationship to be established, confessions, ft. the rest of txt, taehyun’s a lil nervous <3, yn a little bold, kisses.

summary: before the school term comes to a close for the festive holidays, your best friend of four years had asked you to go to the winter ball with him. however, there’s one more thing he wants to tell you.

wc: 2.3k

note: inspired by the last scene in s2 ep9 of stranger things. and the song ‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police was perfect after I remembered taehyun talking about it and playing it on one of his vlives at the time :’) this was also written a while ago but I edited it a little and wanted to post this as my last taehyun fic to end tyun month :> thank you again @fairybinie for beta reading and for the advice 🫶🏼

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the hazy, vertical streaks from the moonlight passes through the open blinds, caressing over taehyun's face as his sister, hyunjae, straightens out the frills of his collar and adjusts the flimsy ribbon after. he turns his body, puffing in front of the mirror, loosening the tension and nervousness in his wrists, tilting his head left and right.

"aw, my not-so-little brother knows how to clean up well." hyunjae coos, lightly patting the top of his head.

"agh, you're gonna mess up my hair!" he swats her hands away, caving over his hair before fidgeting with the front pieces of his hair, making sure they would stay in place until he meets his date.

"so... are you gonna ask her today?"

the young male adjusts his outer coat, brows scrunching as he looks at his sister through the mirror, "ask who?"

"yn? aren't you going to ask her to dance with you tonight?" she sighs as she pinches the bridge of her nose, thinking how her brother could possibly be lacking in basic knowledge of making the first move—especially with his crush.

if there's one thing taehyun is good at, it's definitely being oblivious towards any female kind and their attempt to flirt with him. he's never dated, he's only confessed to one girl in middle school when he gifted her a heart-shaped box of chocolates. she accepted them, but refused to be his valentine, and since then he's never wanted to embarrass himself like that again.

"of course I'll ask her to dance with me. she's my date anyway, and I should tell her then..." he trails his words, thinking about what he would say once he finds the right moment later on in the evening, "I just hope a good song comes on." as cliché as that may sound.

hyunjae sees how anxious he is as he lets out a deep sigh. both their heads turn towards the open window from the sound of a car's triple beep in front of their house. the loud noise was soon followed by a few male voices shouting out his name, almost chant-like.

"good luck, 'lil man." hyunjae reaches out to pat his hair once again, but misses as he ducks and opens the front door.

"ayeeee, someone looks dashing tonight!" beomgyu screams with the upper half of his body out of the window. the other three males starts cheering and whistling as taehyun approaches the car with long, confident strides.

opening the door behind the driver's seat, he sits comfortably as he looks at the rest of them, "not too shabby yourselves guys." he chuckles, buckling his seatbelt.

"how are we feeling, boys?" yeonjun laughs, excitement clear in his voice. he briefly locks eyes with taehyun through the rear mirror, expecting him to answer the question.

"i just hope she doesn't reject me." taehyun speaks without hesitation. kai and beomgyu looks at him with their brows stitched together.

"are you kidding me? i'm sure she won't reject you, it's yn we're talking about." beomgyu sighs.

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"that you have to be really dense to think she has no interest in you." soobin butts in, looking back at him from the passenger seat.

"he's book smart, just not girl smart." kai joins in.

"okay, okay. that's enough guys. i'm sure our boy can manage." yeonjun cuts off their bombarding banter towards taehyun.

taehyun rolls his eyes at his friends' continuous teasing, completely ignoring yeonjun. the topic for conversation slowly went round to each person—and about their dates—until they arrived at the venue for the winter ball.

the group of five made their way towards the entrance, keeping their eyes out for their dates. it was convenient that majority of their dates arrived together, as expected when asking people from the same friend-group. taehyun watches his friends greet their dates and entering in with linked arms, their outfits complimenting each other's nicely.

"we're gonna go ahead." soobin firmly pats taehyun's shoulder as he nods in response.

a few minutes passes by and taehyun is still standing by the entrance, yet his posture never fails him. he looks down at the cuffs of his black dress shirt, adjusting them out of restlessness, in the hopes he hasn't been turned down.

"taehyun? sorry i'm late." a soft voice speaks.

from the cuffs of his sleeves, he sees a shiny pair of white, mary jane pumps pointing towards him in his line of vision, less than half a meter away from his own black, dress shoes.

lifting his head slowly, his eyes travel up the figure in front of him; skin-toned stockings visible until the thin layer of white chiffon material just about lingers by the knees. he looks up to admire you in your entirety, a sweetheart neckline accentuating the length of your neck with a dainty pearl necklace sitting prettily at the base of your neck.

"yn," his voice almost breathless, "you look beautiful."

you chuckle at his compliment, looking down at the ground before your fingers subconsciously fiddles with the pearl strap of your purse.

"you don't look too bad either, kang."

he smiles at your implied compliment, holding out his arm for you to take, "shall we?"

as soon as the both of you walk through the tinsel curtain, you're met with snowflake-shaped lights projecting on the ground. your peers' arms are linked with their dates while they meet up in groups and you do the same.

you meet with a few friends, separating yourself from taehyun while he went to see his friends too. long conversations were made, and pictures were taken at the open photo booth that the school had hired for the evening. there were props and multiple photos could be taken so you were willing to try it out.

taehyun is sitting at his designated seat on the same table as his friends, locking eyes with you for a split second from across the room before you start making your way through the sea of students.

as you make a bee-line towards him, your eyes are trained on him, getting closer and closer. his side profile was stunning; his sharp jawline in full display as he slightly leans over the table to talk to yeonjun opposite him, and with every laugh, you saw the occasional appearance of his sharp canines which showcased his dimple.

in your four years of high school, you never found anyone just as handsome as kang taehyun himself. and you granted yourself lucky to have him as your best friend.

you approach his seat, resting a light hand on his shoulder until the boys stopped talking, causing taehyun to look up at you.

"hey, want to take a photo together over at the photo booth with me?" the freckles of light from the disco ball sparkles over your face, looking almost angelic as he gets up on his feet.

"that's our boy!"

"go taehyun!"

you hear beomgyu and kai exclaim along with the others as you take ahold of taehyun's hand in yours. taehyun could only pray that you don't look back at him because only then would you see how enamoured he is by you. the heat from his cheeks quickly spread and made its way to the tips of his ears—he's in too deep.

opening the curtains to the photo booth, he picks up a white feather boa and loosely twirls it around your neck accompanied with a quiet laugh from you. in return, you pick up a black masquerade mask for him to wear, only making his full attire look more complete than it already was.

you continue shuffling, making sure you were in the middle of the photo booth, "come closer." you speak up, gently tugging on his sleeve making him shuffle closer to you until he reluctantly resorted to resting his hand on the small of your back.

"i- is this okay?" taehyun was always wary of his hand placements, you knew that and you were more than comfortable with being this close to him.

"perfect, these photos are gonna look really nice." you're smiling at the photographer, posing your wrist as you splay your palm open and the end of the boa hanging off it. all while taehyun looks at you in awe. you've always been one to try new things, even putting yourself out there and not giving a single care to what people think of you. he found that quality admirable, really.

after a few more pictures were taken, and keeping the same props, it was time for the last photo.

"tyun, look at me." you whisper.

he turns his head to face you, your faces within centimetres apart until your noses brushed against each other. you hold the end of his chin still with your index finger and your thumb, closing your eyes, he mimics you until you feel the softness of his lips against yours, it was almost euphoric.

you just kissed your best friend.

the sound of the photographer snapping the last shot interrupted the momentary trance you were both in, the flash visible through your eyelids.

"we'll get them later, let's go." you pull back and hold his hand again. he was trailing after you while you make your way towards the bowl of fruit punch.

"so how did your photos go?" beomgyu comes into view beside you, passing the both of you already full cups of the punch.

taehyun stays silent, taking a sip from the drink while his other hand is still holding yours.

"it was fun, i think you should try it out. i heard there's more props if you ask the photographer." you take a sip from the drink, keeping eye contact with beomgyu while you watch his eyes flick back and forth between you and your date.

"if you say so," he says, walking away with a small smile tugging at his lips.

a new song fills the room, a song that only released last year. you remember hearing it a few times on your parents' radio and it being one of the most replayed songs since it was released. your peers and their partners gather onto the dance floor, girls with their arms draped over their date's shoulder, and some guys nervously resting their hands on their date's waist.

perfect. taehyun clears his throat before taking away your cup and placing both of them down on the closest table. he lifts a hand up, the other tucked behind his back as he asks, "yn, would you perhaps want to dance with me?"

you observe the way he's slightly bowing in front of you, your heart fluttering in your chest from his chivalrous gesture. "perhaps I do, kang." you say as you accept his hand, leading you onto the empty spot on the dance floor.

the lights dimmed down a little more than before, only the ambient lighting from the decorations and the disco ball reflected onto your faces. taehyun's hands were fumbling with the material around your waist, you could tell he was nervous but you wanted him to be comfortable with you like he always is. the only difference this time is that you're both dressed up and he hardly ever sees you dressed up.

"hey, ease into it. left then right, remember?" you reassure him after he visited your house one time and your older brother teased you about dancing with taehyun. your mother made sure to teach both of you the basics.

you hold onto one of his hands on your waist, letting his palm relax against you then letting go and bringing yourself closer so you could rest and bend your elbows over his shoulder, your temples leaning against each other.

a couple of minutes into the slow dancing made you feel so weightless. the strong scent of his cologne lingering by your nose, his soft and controlled breathing in front of you just felt so comforting. your faces were centimetres apart, no different than before, but both your eyes were briefly shut.

"yn?" taehyun speaks up softly, and you hum back in response. "there's something i've been meaning to tell you."

"mhm? and what is that?" you pull back to look at one of the features you love on his face. it's just one of those instances where you capture how his eyes could quite literally encapsulate the entire galaxy if possible.

"as a best friend, you're amazing, truly." he starts. you huff out an airy chuckle with your fixed attention on him. "but I want to get to know you beyond that. I really like you, yn. more than words could ever explain."

your eyes soften from his confession, knowing this was your best friend since freshman year and without a doubt, you were feeling quite the same.

"can i be your boyfriend?" he asks, head slightly tilting down to read your expression.

you pull him towards you, closing the proximity until your lips were just about grazing against each other. "i would love you to be my boyfriend, kang taehyun." you whisper before closing the gap and giving him a longer kiss than at the photo booth. he securely wraps his arms around your waist, chests colliding until your lips part.

"you really thought after i kissed you back there i'd say no?" you nudge his shoulder, catching his cheeks flush the smallest pink hues you could see.

"i really wasn't sure what that was, but if it's a kiss from you then i don't really mind." he shrugs nonchalantly.

"so i could say no as long as i give you kisses?" you tease him back.

"well... not quite, i want both." he shyly smiles with his dimples caving in his cheeks.

you peck his cheek in response to comment, "you really are cute, kang taehyun."

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rainydayathogwarts · 2 years

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ʜᴇ/ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

Characters included are: Steve, Eddie, Billy, Jonathan, Hopper.

if you want a part 2, go in my asks and tell me which character you want in it. I'm already thinking of doing one with girl characters so tell me what you think. I was going to add them onto this one but my creative streak died so that'll have to happen some other time. AND if you want a part 2 of one of these mini one shot thingies please tell me because honestly I'm so close to writing one for Billy. This is also a friendly reminder that I take requests for stranger things, harry potter, the mcu, and criminal minds!

Warnings: smut, getting caught/walked in on

Steve: "Come on baby just 10 minutes. Nancy's picking you up anyway right? Just tell her to come pick you up from here." Steve insists, tugging you back onto his bed by your waist. "You say ten minutes now, but when they're over..." You giggle, leaning in to put a soft kiss on his lips.

"Yeah well you know what happens when you and Nancy have a night out together. You'll disappear the next day, asleep at her place until 3 and I won't get any time with you." Steve pouts innocently, as though he doesn't have a hand up your shirt at that very moment. You raise an eyebrow, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips.

"Well I guess you'll have to make the most of these ten minutes then." You flutter your eyelashes at your boyfriend, leaning over him and he groans, only for you to reach for the telephone on his bedside table. "Y/N baby" he whines, and you smirk down at him, dialing Nancy's number.

You know this position is adding friction exactly where he needs it, and his hands come to your hips, pushing them down. He lets out a satisfactory moan. "Hey Nance" You speak when she answers, hips rolling against your boyfriend. "Yeah, could you pick me up from Steve's place? Great, see you." You hang up the phone, leaning down to press fluttering kisses on Steve's neck.

Steve thrusts his hips up, desperate for friction, his head pushing down into the pillow. You start kissing your way up to your boyfriend's face until you reach his lips and he groans into it, nails digging into your hipbones at the feeling of your mouth on his. You deepen the kiss and his hands start playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N please" he begs, tugging harder at your shirt. As soon as you take it off, throwing it recklessly on the floor, the horn of Nancy's car outside goes off. Both your heads shoot towards the sound of the car and Steve grabs your hips again, looking up at you "Please no. Five more minutes baby, please."

Looking down at your boyfriend and back at the window, you curse. "Shit, baby I'm sorry." You press your lips to his in a soft kiss before retreating to your discarded shirt. Steve quickly sits up and when you turn around, he looks betrayed. "I told you only ten minutes darling. Hey, at least you've got something to do now while I'm out." You giggle and he glares at you, hands already working to unbutton his trousers. Before you even walk down the stairs, you start hearing his moans.

You briefly wonder if you should go back upstairs and pretend you didn't hear Nancy's car before clutching your purse and leaving.

Eddie: You yawn, rubbing your eyes for a moment, wondering what on earth Eddie is doing behind you. It's only when you hear a whine come from him that you piece together what's happening, the rutting against your thigh making more sense.

You turn around, breath hitching when you see how desperate his movements are. God, he's so beautiful, you think. Eddie turns onto his stomach on instinct, now thrusting into his mattress. He lets out a particularly loud moan and you decide you can't just leave him in that state of desperation. You run a hand over his bare back, and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Leaning down, you press a kiss onto his jaw and whining, Eddie flips onto his back once more. "Y/N" he groans in his sleep. "Eddie." You reply, hoping he'll wake.

Your hand returns to his torso, nails lightly scraping his chest and finally, Eddie's eyes flutter open. "Baby?" He scans the room quickly before throwing his head back into the pillow. "Good dream?" You ask and without a second to spare, he frantically nods. "Couldn't leave you like that without offering help." You state and Eddie's eyes go wide, silently asking if you're being serious.

You shrug your shoulders "Only if you want it." And Eddie moves quicker than you've ever seen him, working to remove his briefs in record time. Then he just sits there patiently, waiting for you to make your move. You bring your hand down to his hard on, spreading the precum down from the tip. You start moving your hand up and down, squeezing him lightly at the shaft.

The sounds he makes are like music to your ears and fill you up with pride, but they are quickly drowned out by the sound of his alarm clock. Jumping, you look up at the time, even though your boyfriend is still lost in his heaven. He thrusts his hips into your hand, wondering why you stopped. Automatically, you start moving your hand again, but only then realise the time. It wasn't Eddie's first alarm that had just gone off, it was his second, which means class starts in ten minutes.

"Shit Eddie, we have to go." You mutter hurriedly, pulling your hand away, but Eddie doesn't hesitate to grab your wrist shaking his head. "No we don't. Stay."

Billy: You and Billy are sat in his car, waiting for his step-sister Max to come out. He shakes his head, flicking a cigarette out and you pull your lighter out, raising a questioning eyebrow. He nods, leaning closer to you and you light his cigarette, waiting for him to take a puff before stealing the cigarette from between his lips.

You take your own puff, inhaling deeply and turning towards Billy, blowing the smoke into his face. His eyebrows raise in surprise, and you hand him back the cig. When he doesn't make a move to take it, you put it back between your lips. In less than a moment the cigarette is snatched from your mouth and before you know it, Billy is leaning over the arm rest to grab your face and pull you into a deep kiss. He reaches between you to take drag, separating for a moment, but he keeps you close to shotgun it. You inhale the smoke, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes and innocently smiling.

"You're gonna kill me." He speaks before pulling you back into the kiss, impossibly deepening it. His tongue explores yours and you place a hand on his thigh, feeling his muscles contract under your hold. You smile into the kiss and he whispers into your mouth "Don't get any ideas." "Too late."

His second hand reaches into his car's resident ashtray and puts out the cigarette before reaching up for your face. His hands tightly hold your jaw, guiding you into the kiss, even as he teasingly bites your bottom lip. You move your hand up a little higher and grin when he moves his lips to your neck, as though daring you to make another move. And you do, palming him over his trousers. A hand comes down to meet yours, pulling it away from him and he bites your neck. You yelp, the hand that was previously teasing him jumping to hold his collar. Billy chuckles, suckling and nipping at your neck with pride.

A knock at the window interrupts you both and you pull away from Billy to see Max standing outside his side of the car, a look of disgust on her face and a hand on her hip. "You're in so much trouble when we get home." He tells you, pecking your lips and opening the door for Max to climb into the back seat. You put your seat belt on, averting your gaze, only to see Max's friends standing a couple of meters away from the car, eyes wide and cheeks rosy.

Jonathan: Jonathan holds your waist tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck as the both of you kiss each other in the shed behind his house. The both of you came in looking for a few screws and a hammer, but even in the dark, dust filled shack, you found a way into each other's arms.

At first it was nothing. You had forgotten to bring a flashlight so you each felt around for the small box of screws. In your own focused corner, you didn't feel Jonathan walk up behind you until he slammed into your back, pushing your front onto the counter. Surprised, you let out a noise between a moan and a gasp as you threw your hands in front of you to save your beautiful face from any damage.

Jonathan froze, soft hands landing on your hips. He looked down at where your backside and his pelvis connected and his face reddened. With you still panting and bent over the counter, he decided to experiment, gently thrusting his hips into yours. He groaned and you gasped, looking back at your boyfriend, who you could feel slowly hardening behind you.

Upon seeing his rosy cheeks and shy grip on your hips, you turned around, throwing yourself at him. He tumbled back, tripping over his own feet, while making sure to catch you. He gladly returned your kiss, quickly elevating it into something more, one hand grabbing your ass, the other snug around your waist.

"I'm sure the screws aren't urgent." He mumbled between breaths and you nodded, taking his hand and leading him through his backyard and into the backdoor of the Byers's house. Once inside, you froze, Jonathan once again bumping into your back. "Baby?" He asked, but stopped dead in his tracks once he saw why you went rigid.

Will and his three best friends sat in the living room, laughing about who knows what. At the sound of Jonathan's voice they looked up, all greeting you at once. Jonathan waved at them before stepping directly behind you, making sure they wouldn't be seeing anything they didn't need to and rushing you into his room.

Hopper: "Baby, where're you going?" Hopper stops mid movement. He puts his hat on, lighting a cigarette while he stands in the doorway. "Work. Didn't realise I woke you up sweetheart, sorry." When he turns around, his eyes go wide, and he blatantly stares at your chest, reaching around behind him to shut the door.

"What?" You ask, catching his eye, and he shakes his head. You had gone to bed without a shirt last night, so why is he so surprised? "I don't think I got a good look at you last night." He mutters, cigarette now between his fingers, walking over to where you're standing. He leans down, pressing a single kiss to your lips before straightening to his full height and you put your hands on his chest.

You stand on the tip of your toes, trying to fish another kiss out of him and he gladly gives it to you, his large hands reaching around you to grab your barely covered ass. You wrap your arms around his neck, prompting him to pick you up. He drops the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it and lifting you into his arms. With his lips now attacking your neck, he drops you on the couch, placing himself over you as you moan out for him. Desperately, you unbutton his sheriff's shirt, along with his trousers. When he takes them off you look up at him in your nearly full glory, eyes begging him to take action.

"Please, Hopper." You plead, tugging at his boxers. He complies, taking your panties off immediately afterwards. He leans down, softly kissing you while he brings two fingers down to your cunt, spreading your wetness around. "All this and I haven't done anything sweetheart." "Well do something then." You whine, pushing your pelvis into his hand. He teases you a moment longer, fingers circling at your clit and you cry out, reaching for his cock.

He starts thrusting into you immediately after burying himself into you, head in the crook of your neck. Your head is thrown back into the cushions and you twist to nibble and kiss at his exposed skin. "Fuck, Hopper" You whine and he grunts as his pace quickens. He brings a hand to your clit, drawing circles on it when the front door slams open and Joyce Byers's voice yells out "Hopper!"

You're immediately thrown off, nails digging into Hopper's back as she yells, even though he barely looks up, cussing into your neck. "I've called you eight times and this is what you're so busy doing!?" She screams, seemingly unphased by the fact that she walked in on you fucking. Hopper straightens up, slowly pulling out of you, the both of you letting out a moan before reaching for his shirt and throwing it on top of your naked figure.

He pulls on his boxers then turns to face the angry mother. "What?"

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supercorpkid · 1 month

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When Was It Over?

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!

Word Count: 2121.

Notes: not a happy ending, sorry.

Kara Danvers has known the sting of a heartbreak on many occasions.

Kenny was her high school sweetheart and he has literally died. Mon-El had to leave the Present or he would die as well. William also died, granted they weren’t together together, but she can't even imagine what would have happened if they were.

Now as she watches you leaving her apartment, she can feel her heart being torn apart and she knows she will not get over it. She will never be able to recover. Kara Danvers will never be the same after this heartbreak.

But not like she wasn't her true self when Mon-El left. How she was a blubbering mess, crying and rolling on her bed to find it empty and how her heart was somehow emptier. Kara really thought that was the worst thing she would feel in her life. Forget about kryptonite, that heartbreak was one for the books. Life was so good, almost perfect and then faith or whatever it was just snatched from her and she was alone.

And yet, this heartbreak feels worse of all. Feels like Kara's ground just got pulled under her feet and she feels like Alice, falling, slumping, downward into the rabbit hole. And while she spins out of control, no breath left in her lungs, no words out of her mouth, no heart doing its job, she sees your eyes.

Kara will never laugh again. Not in the same way, anyway. Your jokes were the best. Tailored to her sense of humor. One that most people didn't even get. And she knew you did it on purpose, to get a laugh out of her. When she laughed your face would light up and her heart would swallow on her chest.

She doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to describe it. Right now you're leaving with a piece of her, her favorite one, and so she is hollow and lonely, so terribly broken she doesn't know where to even start.

Because you are not leaving her life unwanted. You're making this decision and she doesn't know if this searing pain will ever cease to burn her heart and the pit of her stomach, and if this wound will ever truly heal.

"Don't go." She thinks she begs out of her mouth. Tasting salt out of her tears, and the bitter tang of your leaving. A sharp pain on her heart like it's going to give out soon.

But you keep going. No words uttered out loud. No sound. No noise, except your hand on the handle, and your feet on the floor.

"Please." Kara is sure her voice came out this time, so loud in the deafening silence, it almost startled her.

"You know," You don't turn around. Can't, or you might not ever leave. Heart squeezed so tight, you wonder how it is that the words are leaving your mouth in the first place. "I really thought it was you."

Kara would never have to ask what. She was everything. And yet she almost hears the word leaving her mouth. She holds it back, having a million other questions fighting on her brain, but she knows she won't get the answer to them all, so she needs the perfect one. The question that will make you stay. The question that might bring her peace.

"When was it over?"

To that question you can't help but stop and turn around. Breathe caught on your lungs.

"I –" You blink, thinking about the answer. You don't know, which is weird. How can you not know when this was over? How can you not know why you're leaving the life of the person you were so sure you were going to spend the rest of your life with?

The question grows inside you. Turned into a moment filled with tension, heaviness, and yet it almost feels sacred. There's no air left between you and Kara anymore. Nothing but a suffocating and deafening silence.

She is the first one to speak again. "Was it that night you didn't care where I've been?"

Kara slipped in, late at night. You're almost asleep, but you still noticed her. She didn't look like she was in any Supergirl emergency. She stunk of beer. She wasn't drunk, though. You know it would take almost all the beer in the word for Kara to be drunk, but still she was being louder than she usually is.

Her cold hand glided through your stomach and you flinched, escaping her touch. "Go to sleep. You stink of alcohol." You moved farther away from her.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I was?" She sounded offended.

"I don't care."

"What?" You finally turned around to look at her. Kara had her brows furrowed, crinkle in the middle of her forehead, confusion crossing her face as if you just said something crazy.

"I'm trying to sleep." You explained, but she huffed, annoyed.

"Don't let me get in the way of that." Kara stood up, and she was quick to fly away from the same window she flew in.

You blink your memories of that night away. That wasn't it, but it surely didn't help.

"No. No, it wasn't that night."

Kara's eyes are full of tears, looking around, trying to remember more things. Trying to find out when this was done.

"Was it when I met your friends and acted indifferent?"

"Why are you mad? I – I had to go. I'm sorry I didn't stay there and chat with your college friends. Honestly, I had more important things to do!"

"Oh, I'm sorry my friends are not secret agents trying to save the world! But they are important to me, and it was important for me that you'd meet them."

Kara breathed out. "I did! I met the cheery lady and her sad-looking husband. I heard them talking about their new baby, but I had to save people from a car crash."

"It's not about leaving! It's about acting like you're above them."

"I didn't do that." You snorted at her lie. "Just because I said her husband couldn't be the smartest man on Earth? I have a friend who's literally a 12th-level-intellect! That man only knew how to talk about stocks! And he was so boring."

You blinked at her, tired, exhausted from this fight. "Yeah."

"Wait, you're agreeing with me? You also think he is boring?"

"No Kara. I'm just too tired to fight. Too tired for this."

She wouldn't see it. Kara thinks her friends are much better than yours. And they might be, anyways. You love her friends, but hey, your friends aren't so bad.

"Fine. You're too tired. I should go then."

You breathed out. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry." She finally says, a whole two months later. "Sad-looking-husband and overcompensating-cheery-lady are fine!"

"You didn't even bother learning their names!" You yell, but something brings you back to it. This isn't it. This is not the reason why you're leaving Kara, so it won't do you any good getting mad about it right now. "Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. You will never have to see my horrible friends again. You should be thrilled about that."

"I'm not. I'm not thrilled about any of this, but I need to know. If your friends aren't the reason why you're leaving me, then what is?"

"Why does it matter? It's not going to change my mind. You saying sorry months later won't change my mind!"

"I need to know when it was over! When was I dancing with the ghost of you?"

You blink. The question hits you hard. When did you become a ghost in this relationship?

"Was it that time Mon-El came from the future?"

Oh yeah, here's Mon-El making his appearance right on time. Right when she mentions ghosts. Of course he would come back to haunt you guys again.

"Was that after or before you met the president, you fibber?"

"I'm not lying!" Kara defended herself, after a burst of laughter. She looked around the park and dropped her voice. "You're just jealous you've never been to Mars."

"You're right. Sounds like you had the time of your life fighting White Martians. I so wish I was there." You joked and she pulled you by your waist, a smile dangling on her face. Faces so close you knew what was coming next.

"Kara?" You heard a man's voice and both of you looked in the direction of it. Wait, you know this dude. Kara's hands left your waist, the distance grew huge. It was a matter of seconds, but you could cut the tension between them with a knife.

"Mon-El!" She exclaimed in total shock. "Rao, you're back from the future."

Mon-El. Her ex. That's where you knew him from.They exchanged amenities. You were not introduced, talked to, or acknowledged even once.

"So I'll see you back at the Tower?" He asked and she agreed vividly.

"I'm right behind you." And she was, indeed, almost flying away behind him when you cleared your throat and she noticed you. "Oh!" Kara looked back at you like she's never seen you before. "Would you like a ride home?"

"A what?" You asked in shock. No. Not possible. She wouldn't.

"Well, he is here from –" She whispered. "the future. It has to be important. I have to go see what's going on."

You stared at her in disbelief. She wasn't joking. Nope. Your girlfriend of a very long time that was on a date in the park with you, was going to run off to her ex-boyfriend the second he showed up.

"So," Kara insisted, when you didn't talk for a while. "Ride or –?"

"I'll walk home."

"Oh, cool. See you tonight then."

And then she left.

"I don't know, Kara. I can't just pinpoint it to one moment."

"When was it over for you, Y/N?" Her voice comes out full of anger, so loud it's almost a yell. "When was the moment you knew you'd walk out eventually?"

"I don't know!" You answer in the same tone, with the same anger.

"You're leaving! Gosh Y/N, you're leaving –" Her voice breaks, and it comes in a whisper so easy to hear, the gnawing pain in your heart gets stronger. "me."

"You know it's over. Don't do this now, Kara. We've been growing apart for so long, you'd have to be absolutely out of yourself not to have noticed."

"So you don't even wanna try? Don't wanna talk about it? Won't figure it out?"

"Kara."

She comes closer. One single bold stride towards you, closing the huge distance in half. "What would it take for you to stay?"

And that's when it hits you. You know exactly when it was over for you, and weirdly that brings a smile to your face because it feels good to finally understand why you and Kara Danvers will never work out.

"I needed you to stay." Kara furrows her brows, cleans her tears on her sleeve. "That's when it was over. It was over a little every time I needed you to stay, but you left."

"But –"

"And you kept leaving me, didn't you? Huh."

You think back at all the moments she brought up as a reason to why it could've ended and you realize they all have one thing in common. Kara leaving.

Supergirl, ex-boyfriends, imminent fights, work emergencies, and the list goes on. All of it was always more important or sometimes not important enough. No, she won't stay and have a fight with you, you're not important enough. No, she won't finish that date because Alex called, CatCo called, her stupid ex-boyfriend called. You'll walk home alone and you'll finish that dinner by yourself, you'll wake up to an empty bed and you'll get the dial tone.

You'll think about jumping from really tall somethings, just so you can be an emergency so you'll get her to stay.

"You know, when you said forever, I almost bought it. But the truth is, you were my forever and I was your in-betweens. And I deserve more than that." You breathe out. Finally. You can finally feel the air back in your lungs, in the atmosphere, right in the middle of the distance between the two of you.

"What now?" Comes in a heart-breaking whisper. Kara drops on her knees, face soaked with tears, clear ache in her heart. You're feeling free, but you can tell she isn't feeling the same, and you know it might take her a long while to feel the same.

"Now?" You look back at the door, hand on the handle one more time, ready to go. "Now I'll be the one doing the leaving. And this is what our forever will be like."

And so you're gone.

#supergirl #kara danvers #kara x reader #reader insert #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl imagine

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 5

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook begs to be the designer again. Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Work Count: 958 (something small since I haven't updated in a while) Warnings: Nothing really just some teasing but that shouldn't be surprising at this point lol a/n: Just wanted to put something out even if it's small since you guys really seem to be liking this story <3 I'll hopefully be coming back with a new chapter soon. You guys are gonna love the next one ;) Read from the beginning

After a long and arduous conversation that Jungkook had clearly planned to have from the beginning disguised by his intention to just "spend time with me" we've finally come to an agreement.

"So you lured me in here just to ask if you could be my designer for the game again? You could've just asked and not made me feel awkward by your strange request" I say walking out of the library with him following wherever I go. "Well yes, but I also just wanted to spend time with my new friend" he says and puts his arm around my shoulders. "Don't touch me" I say in a monotonous tone that seems to throw him for a loop as he quickly lets go.

"Last time I checked we weren't friends" I say looking down at my clock to see how much time I have left until my last class. "Oh you hurt me with your words babe" he says dramatically placing his hand over his chest. "Also can you quit it with the pet names? They make me feel uncomfortable" I say still looking down at my watch, trying to hide the blush that is most likely starting to form on my cheeks. "Uncomfortable...or flustered?" he says tilting his head down trying to catch my glance.

"I'm leaving" I say quickly turning towards the building that holds my next class. "Let me walk you to class" he says following me and falling in step when he catches up. "If I let you walk me to class will you stop calling me that?" I ask, keeping my eyes trained on my destination which isn't too far from where we are. "Maybe...but no promises" he says clearly amused with the pout that forms on my lip at his answer. "Whatever" I say under my breath realizing it's probably a lost cause anyway.

"Oh I forgot to ask! Since we're working on the game again I was thinking that maybe we could work on it in my studio" he says clearly hoping I say yes. "Why would we need to work together? You can just send me the files by the deadline agreed upon and do it on our own" I say going to grab the door handle when we finally reach the building but failing as he jumps in to open it for me but I walk in ignoring the gesture.

"Wouldn't it be more efficient if you were to give me your feedback while you're sitting next to me so we won't have to worry about going back and changing everything later because it didn't meet your standards? I promise it's really nice and it's only a few streets down from campus. I share it with another girl but she keeps to herself for the most part so you won't have to worry about her" he says trying his absolute best to convince me which really makes me question his motives but not enough to care.

"She's lesbian by the way so you don't have to worry about any of that" he says making excuses that he really shouldn't feel obligated to. "Okay? Not sure why that would concern me" I say and continue on, getting closer to my destination. "I'll think about it. It would be a lot more efficient like you had said but I'm not sure if the setup would prove to be productive for us" I say processing a little out loud.

"Just swing by after class. I promise I'll have the place sparking clean and you can feel free to rearrange anything you'd like so it'll work out well for the both of us" he says practically begging at this point. I wouldn't be surprised if he would resort to getting down on his knees for me...no! I mean, what? Why would I ever think about something like that?

Flustered by the mental image that thought had provided me I blurt out the first thing that would pacify the situation. "Yeah...I guess I could stop by" I say after clearing my throat getting rid of any awkwardness in my tone. "Cool, I'll come back after your class and we can go together" he says walking away leaving me chasing after him before he goes.

"Wait" I say taking hold of his sleeve and making him stop in his tracks. Once I've realized what I've done I quickly let go and look down the hallway back towards my class to make an excuse not to make eye contact. "Just text me the address and I'll meet you there" I say quickly and start to walk back before he grabs my wrist pulling me back leaving me unable to protest since I had done the same to him.

"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" he asks and brings his hand up to my jaw, guiding my eyes back over to his. "I'm not embarrassed I would just prefer to go on my own that's all. Plus you've wasted so much time on me today so you should just go do something productive. My class doesn't end until 8:30 so I'll come over right after" I say trying to convince him to just let me go on my own.

He searches my eyes for a while before caressing my cheek and I jump at the feeling not realizing he hadn't moved his hand yet. "See you then pretty" he says leaning in to say it so I'm the only one that can hear. I pull away from him and make my way back over to class quickly before he can see the blush that's flooded my cheeks immediately and I hear him chuckle behind me, happy he got the reaction he wanted.

What is he doing to me?

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gigglymarvel · 1 year

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Why be Wary of the Witch? (Wanda x Reader)

Wanda accidentally scares the reader, making them panic and dash to their room. It’s Wanda’a mission to make them see that she’s not that scary. (Word count: 1465)

Wanda had been having a really rough time lately, everything was so overwhelming. She was trying to work out her frustrations in the gym, blasting music in her earbuds.

The witch couldn't escape the noise in her head, however, and eventually jumped off the equipment and sent it out the window, shattering both the equipment and the window. The redhead took a deep breath, and quickly brought the equipment back and repaired it with her magic as well as the window, but didn't realize someone had seen the whole thing.

You walked into the gym, casually getting ready for your daily workout before you froze. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene take place. Trembling, you looked between Wanda and the window, tears of fear filled your eyes before you dashed to your room.

The witch's heart sank as she took off after you, "Y/n!" She tried to call, but followed after you. However, you slammed your door shut and hid under the covers on your bed.

Wanda frowned, "Y/n?" She asked and knocked, "Y/n can I come in?" You flinched at the sound of her knocking, sniffling as you curled up under the covers even further.

"Y/n I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I should've handled myself better back there." Wanda tried, worried you thought she was a monster, "I won't force my way in, I'm gonna wait until you're ready," she said softly and slumped down by the door.

You whimpered and kept shaking. You weren’t used to Wanda anyway, as the two of you had never spent any one on one time together, but now you were a little frightened of her.

"Y/n I'm really sorry I scared you…I know we haven't had a chance to know eachother, but I'm not usually like this…" she tried, but you had convinced yourself she was scary, and had no intentions in leaving your cocoon anytime soon.

Wanda bit her lip and gently opened the door, "I'm coming in, I promise I won't hurt you," she said, loud enough for you to hear but with as soft a voice as she could.

You flinched when you heard the door open, sniffling as you clung to the covers. The witch's heart broke at your sniffles, "Oh Y/n," she said, gently sitting on the bed next to you and rubbing your back, or where she thought your back would be.

“Don’t hurt me!” You whimpered out and quickly shuffled away from Wanda, sniffling as you peered out at her from under the covers.

"Oh Y/n I would never hurt you," she said sincerely, "I'm so sorry for scaring you.." she tried, but you just remained silent and away from her, watching her every move.

She bit her lip, trying to think of ways to comfort you, when her hand landed on your side and she adjusted herself. You flinched at the sudden touch, moving away just a little bit more as you kept watching her, still afraid she was going to hurt you.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry did I pinch your side? Did I hurt you?" Wanda asked with genuine concern. You simply shook your head but moved to the other side of the bed, still making sure you could watch her closely.

One of your feet happened to stick out from the blanket and Wanda saw a little piece of fuzz between your toes, "Oh you have a fuzzy," she whispered. In her maternal nature she gently took your toes and pulled the fuzzy out from between them.

You flinched and snapped your feet back under the blanket, biting back your reaction from the feathery feeling between your toes.

Wanda again apologized, "Oh I'm sorry for scaring you.." but then she realized the way you flinched reminded her of when she was a kid with Pietro. "Y/n are you…ticklish?" She asked with the softest of smiles.

Your eyes widened at the sound of the dreaded t word, you wouldn’t think for a million years that Wanda would playfully attack you like that so you didn’t answer her question. You remained silent and as hidden as possible.

Wanda smiled fondly, "Uh oh, I hope not, I do love tickling my friends," she smiled fondly and playfully crawled her fingers up your covered torso, when she realized she could use her magic. Red gentle whisps surrounded you and floated through the blanket and into your tummy, ribs, and between your toes. "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Y/n,"

You gasped and wiggled around under the blanket, trying to slap the magic away whilst holding back your giggles.

"Awww you know you wanna laugh!" Wanda grinned and gently sent her magic up to float under your chin, a gentle tingling like nothing you'd felt which then traveled behind your ears and on your neck, only to suddenly feel like ticklish tornadoes in your armpits.

You slammed your arms down, squeezing them against your sides as you gently rolled off the bed, curling up next to it now.

"Awww hey, are you okay?" The witch held her hand out to help you up, "I'm sorry if that was too much," she said with a sweet smile. You looked up at her cautiously, choosing to get up yourself and hide back under the blanket.

The redhead bit her lip, but decided to try to be playful, "Uh oh, where did Y/n go?" She tried, "I can't seem to find her!"

You rolled your eyes, remaining hidden and silent, not quite sure where Wanda was going with this.

"Hmmm is she heeere?" She asked and shook a random part of the bed, "Nooo…is sheeee, heeere?" She asked and gently squeezed your side, making you flinch and gasp, biting your lip.

The redhead knew she had you and gently squeezed up and down your side, "I found her! I've got her! I've got her!" You whined in response, shuffling away again and making sure the blanket was glued to you at all times.

Wanda smiled, "You realize I could make that blanket come off you right?" She teased to see your reaction. Her suggestion making you blush a little as you kept clinging to the blanket just in case.

The witch saw the flush and flicked her hand, the blanket coming up off you as she fluttered into the back of your knees, "Uh oh I've goooot you!"

You flinched, trying not to giggle as you rolled onto your belly, refusing to look at Wanda. The redhead grinned, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" She said and skittered up the backs of your thighs and gently skittered into your sides.

You tried hard not to giggle as you kicked out, quickly covering your sides with your hands.

Wanda grinned and then shook your ribs and sent her magic to get your feet again, "Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo! I've got you Y/n!" She teases, making you whine and roll away, still hesitant around the witch.

She bit her lip, "I am truly sorry, I promise I'm not scary." She tried, you turned to look at her, shrugging casually with a small sniffle.

Opening her arms, the redhead scooted gently to you, rubbing your back, "I was very upset, having flashbacks," she said softly. You couldn’t help but tense up at the hug, nodding simply as you played with your fingers.

The witch felt your tension and gently fluttered your sides, "Hey, I promise you're safe with me tickle bug," she said and tried to lighten the mood again. You shrugged silently and flinched away, covering your sides with a sigh.

"What is it sweet girl?" She asked quietly, but you just played with your fingers, zoning out a little.

The witch wisped her magic around and tickled under your chin and pulled you into a tight hug, seeing what would happen if she gently shook your ribs.

You gasped, before squealing with hysterical giggles. “NEHEHEHEHAHAHAH!” You cackled out, pushing at her hands.

"Awww there's a laauuugh!" She smiled and shook in gently, "How cuuuuute! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!"

Shaking your head helplessly, you slammed your arms down against your sides, blushing madly as you wiggled from side to side. “Wahahahnda!”

“Yes?" She smiled and finally let you breath, hugging you tightly, making you blush and shyly hug her back now you were feeling comfortable enough to do so.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked and tickled under your chin, smiling as you melted into the feeling and nodded in the response.

“Y-yeah… thank you.”

"You're such a sweetheart, I'm sorry again for scaring you," the witch smiled and hugged you close so you could hear her heartbeat.

You melted further into her, feeling your eyes flutter closed, feeling relaxed around her for the very first time. Finally, your friendship was beginning to blossom.

#avengers tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!wanda #marvel tickle fic

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Kafstel drabble because I am going insane over them

That woman is the first person you see when you wake up in an unknown place with no memories. You don't know the woman, can't remember her but the sight of her is a familiar comfort. You relax for a second before losing consciousness. Deep in slumber you can't feel her push your hair out of your face and kiss your forehead but you still feel warm.

The woman is gone when you wake up, no trace of her left. For a second you wonder if she was just a beautiful dream but, no, you know she was real and she was there. No matter. There are too many things happening to focus on that woman.

You don't want to leave with the Express at first. Hoping that the woman will return to the station. What if she comes back only to find you gone? You leave anyway, the decision isn't easy but a part of you is certain the woman would want you to leave, that she won't return here.

The Astral Express is your normal now, not that you remember any other existence. It's nice there, even with all the trouble. March's hand is soft and warm in yours as you walk around Belobog; Dan Heng reads out loud to you in the library; Himeko's coffee is so strong and bitter but just being next to her brings comfort; Welt tells you all about this universe, answers your questions, no matter how silly.

It is nice and you pretend you do not miss that woman with your entire self. You pretend you don't see flashes of purple in your dreams, a beautiful stranger hiding her face behind an umbrella.

Kafka. The woman's name is Kafka, she is a Stellaron Hunter (whatever that's supposed to mean) and she is on the Astral Express. Well, not really, but she is in front of you and she can see you yet she spares you no glance. It stings and hurts more than you could have predicted. You don't care about her crimes or her request. You care that she refuses to look at you. You care that she doesn't say a word to you, not even a simple greeting. You care that you want to yell at her to just look at you. You bite your tongue and ask no questions.

Kafka. Your fascination and interest in the woman are obvious to everyone. March teases you for it, exasperated, but there is a genuine concern underneath. She doesn't know your history and so she worries (is there even any history?)

March is worried even more as you run around Luofu to capture her. Kafka lets the Cloud Knights take her into custody and smiles at you as she is led away. Hope blossoms in your chest against all reason, hope that she missed you just as much as you missed her.

Diviner Fu offers you to participate in interrogating Kafka. You agree, of course, you have way too many questions.

Kafka looks strangely vulnerable in the shackles, shed of her usual coat, sunglasses and makeup. She looks just as self assured as ever. She looks fine. You still can't help but ask if she was treated well. An impulsive question, really. Kafka looks surprised for just a second before her expression softens.

That conversation gives nothing but more questions but a part of you feels comforted and reassured. You now are certain that the woman cares for you. That she missed you, too. You start missing her the second she leaves your sight. That man jumping after her in a way you wish you were able to but can't. You envy him.

You wonder what Kafka is doing as you walk the streets of Luofu, you miss her when you help to solve the crisis. You try to not think of her after the situation gets resolved. You succeed in it for a while, you get involved in all kinds of things just for a distraction.

Of course Kafka contacts you soon after, requesting to meet up. You are conflicted. On one hand, you want to run to her and demand answers, you want to run into her arms, to embrace like you so desperately wish, you want to kiss her over and over. On the other, you have no idea why she would reach now of all times or the purpose of your meeting. You are relieved that both Himeko and Welt advise you to meet up with her and find your answers.

The meeting with Kafka is as enlightening as it is confusing. She talks about destiny and fate and inevitability. You want to deny the truth of the script but deep inside you know you will run back to this woman at the first sign, that you will follow her every order. It would be embarrassing, if not for the knowledge that the devotion is returned in an equal measure (is it?).

The woman leaves again and you hope the sight of her turned back will be easier to bear eventually. You turn your attention to the man instead. Blade. He remembers you even if you don't remember him, he tells you. He tells you that you stayed by her side the longest. You don't ask him if she missed you. You think he can see the question in your eyes anyway.

Life goes on. You help people and win tournaments and get into weird situations. You read Kafka's texts over and over again. You imagine her smiling at the photo of one of Ruan Mei's cakes that reminded you of her.

(Silver Wolf sends you a photo of smiling Kafka, titled "she was reading your messages and smiling like an idiot" followed by "save it cuz i am deleting it in 5". The photo becomes your screensaver and you find a way to thank Silver Wolf for her services.)

Stellaron Hunters are on Penacony and you hope that Kafka is here too, that you will get to see her again. She is not. Instead there is Firefly who is lovely and sweet and who dies in front of you and there is Sam who is a Stellaron Hunter who is Firefly who is not dead. You hold back from asking about Kafka, that would be insensitive, really, and not the right time, with all that is happening.

Firefly is Sam is Firefly and she died three times. You hope she is alright despite all odds, because she is your friend and you care. A selfish voice bemoans not taking the chance to ask about Kafka. You ignore it, there will be time for it and you will see Kafka again.

You are her destiny just as much as she is yours. You love her, even with no memories.

#hsr #kafstel #hsr kafka #hsr stelle #my writing

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dumpsterlmao · 2 years

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lights are out - jamil viper

summary - the lights are out in the scarabia dorms. you were nowhere to be found when the lights went back on, so jamil goes out searching for you.

genre - fluff

notes - this is the third time silver made a cameo in one of my fics, so im writing for him next hehee

you were on your desk reviewing your notes for the upcoming quiz. that was the reason why you came to class early. you didn't study enough yesterday, so this was the only time where you're able to grab all the answers you need for the quiz. your study time was interupted over someone calling your name from afar. "mc!!!"

you glanced outside the door to see who called for you. it turned out to be kalim. he was waving his hand at you. you got up from your desk and went up to him. "hey kalim!" you greet him back. kalim lets out a genuine smile in reaction. "hello there too, mc! sorry if i interupted you while you're in the middle doing something-"

"to which you apparently did." jamil cuts him off which made him surprised. kalim looks back you while awkwardly laughing. "heh, jamil's probably right, mc." you had to assure him that you weren't bothered at all. "oh no kalim, it's fine. i don't mind at all." you told him. "really? if that's so then, what do you say i invite you over to the dorms after school?" he asks if you'd be willing to come over to the scarabia dorms.

"sure! i have nothing else to do after school so i'll definitely go." you nodded as you agreed to come over at the scarabia dorms. kalim then leans into your ear to whisper something. "jamil also wants you to be there too. it's a good thing you agreed to come over." his voice could still be heard by jamil. "i heard that, kalim." he didn't sound so pleased. kalim pulls away then started to laugh. "oh, i must've whispered that so loud!" he says.

"anyways, we'll be heading off now to prepare for class. see you at the dorms, mc!" kalim lets out a wave at you as you did the same while letting out a smile. your happy expression soon then disappeared when jamil started to look at you with a glaring aura. you rolled your eyes back at him and he still looked displeased.

while making their way to class, jamil lets out a sigh. "kalim, must you really insist on inviting mc over?" he asks the boy; who had enough confidence to invite you over to the dorms, unlike the one who was implied to have a 'liking' towards you. "well, why not? you do like them right? this could be your chance to grow a close bond with them!" to his words, jamil didn't felt any encouragement at all. he looks at him with a dedpanned expression and sighs after. "i won't butt in on you both, trust me!" kalim adds. "though, i would be watching you two at a distance-"

jamill had enough of his blabbering, so he decides to cover his mouth. in attempt to make him stop saying another foolish thing. "you must've forgot that we have classes to attend, so enough saying such nonsense things now." kalim didn't know how to respond to jamil so he just goes along with it.

you walked up back to your desk to continue on with your study. but unfortunately, time had passed so fast that the bell started to ring. you had no more time for studying. "oh, screw this." you cursed under your breath. "ehem." you looked at silver as you heard his voice next to you. you had noticed that you were blocking his seat, which was why he called you. you expressed an 'o' shape on your mouth. "ah right. apologies, silver." you hurriedly went back to your supposed spot, then he goes to sit down on his perspective seat. you and silver were seatmates after all.

you began to put the notes inside your bag. "it seems that you haven't finished reviewing." silver notices the paper in your hands. "yeah, i'm sorta cramming right now." you explained to him. "if you were to supposedly cheat, i will have you warned that you would be caught in the act very easily." you let out a chuckle at his sudden strictness side. "what made you think that i'll cheat? i won't do such a thing." you told him.

but after you had responded to silver, he started to doze off to sleep. "oh, silver." you let out a sigh at the sleeping boy beside you. "you don't tolerate me cheating, but it's okay for you to sleep unnoticed?" the irony made you super stressed out. you shook his shoulders in attempt to wake him up. "silver, wake up!" you said in a quiet voice. luckily, he immediately opened his eyes as heard you. "oh my, i must've dozed off to sleep again." he says. you could only let out a sigh to his response. now your other task for today was to be able to make silver awake at all times.

classes had now already ended. this was already the time where you go to the scarabia dorms as you promised to kalim. when you had arrived at the longue, kalim suddenly appeared infront of you in a blink of an eye which had you startled. "mc, you arrived so early!" he tells you. "really, was i that early?" you asked as kalim nods in response. "yeah, jamil probably had something to catch up in his basketball club so he isn't here yet." he explains. "but don't worry, food is now already prepared!"

you looked over at the food which made you gasp in surprise. "wow, now this tastes good! i've been starting to feel hungry too." you told kalim. "feel free to eat up, mc! you need get all that energy too." kalim reminds you. you began to grab a piece of food that was on the table. you took a bite and its taste was delicious as usual. "jamil made this, didn't he?" you asked kalim.

"yeah, do you like it?" you nodded at his question. "i sure do. he's a great cook." you told him. "that's jamil for ya! i'm sure he'd love to hear that from you." your cheeks went red when kalim reminds you about jamil. "does he? i doubt he does." you let out a sarcastic laugh but kalim didn't seem to catch it. "believe me, he will. trust me." he tells you. after you had finished eating, you had just remembered the box of cake you had inside your bag. "how could i be so forgetful?" you shook your head while sighing.

"kalim, i forgot to give you this. don't forget to share that with jamil too!" kalim took the cake box from your hands. "ooh, you brought in food too? you shouldn't have mc, but thanks!" he beamed with a smile as you did the same. "you're welcome-" your sentence had suddenly been interrupted by someone who you didn't expect to pop out of nowhere.

"and whatever is this gift that you presented to kalim, mc?" he instantly grabbed the special-wrapped food box of cake in his hands. kalim was shocked to see him appear so suddenly. "JAMIL?! i thought you were still back at the basketball court." he points it out. "it's cake, jamil." you told jamil. "i bought that for the both of you." you told kalim as he still had suspicion towards it. by knowing that, you had instantly gave up on it.

"tsk, the look on your face says it all." you let out a sigh. "i guess i'll just have it back then." you took the box of cake off his hands but he refuses to give it to you. "just why do you want it back ,exactly?" the sly smirk on his face made you even more annoyed. "i was thinking that you might not like it, so give it back to me." you grabbed the box off his hands but he still held onto it so tightly that you couldn't get it. "it'll be a waste if you had it back, wouldn't it?" that's where you had given up on jamil. you let go of your hands off the cake. "you win. it's all yours then. i just had a feeling you would refuse, but i guess i was wrong." you said. jamil could tell the fake genuine tone on your voice.

kalim nervously laughs in between your conversation with jamil. "okay, you guys sounded so aggresive back there with the way you interacted. let's all keep a cool act, alright?" he says while trying to calm the both of you down. jamil didn't need to hear anything from kalim. "as if i would make an attempt to keep my cool whenever mc is around." the two of you rolled your eyes at each other. "kalim, where's the restroom? i need to be excused for a bit." you asked him. "oh, just down the hallway to the left." he points the direction at you.

you let out a 'thanks' to kalim before you headed off to the restroom. you didn't went to the restroom to cool off your grudge towards jamil. you just needed to use the toilet for obvious reasons. kalim looked at jamil with worry on his face. "i think mc is upset, jamil." he tells him. "them saying that they need to be excused already means wanting to stay away for a bit."

jamil lets out a laugh at kalim's response. "they're not upset. why should you assume things that would cause a misunderstanding?" kalim decides to not say anything towards it anymore. he began to sigh. "okay, fine. if that's how you guys get along, then who am i to have a say on it?" he says as he shrugged his shoulders.

the two of them started to gasp loudly in shock the moment the lights had turned off from all over the dorms. everything was dimmed black. "AHH- THE LIGHTS ARE OUT!" kalim yells. "don't panick kalim. the lights will be back on in a minute." jamil says. "but everything is so dark? i can't just stand here still while waiting." jamil was fed up with kalim at this point. then they heard your voice echoed through the hallway which has caught their attention.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" kalim lets out a loud gasp as he recognized your voice. "is that mc?!" he sounded horrified. jamil's eyes widened when he had heard you from afar. the lights then turned back on in just a quick minute. "oh, thank god the lights are back on!" kalim sighs in relief. he then grabs a hold on jamil's hand. "we have to go check on mc!" he says. "i'll be the one to go after them."

jamil stops kalim from going with him."they seem to be have been caught in a dangerous situation. i will have to check on it." jamil insists on checking you up by himself. "i wanna tag along! i also want to make sure that they're safe too." jamil shook his head and had already parted away from kalim. "just stay there, kalim. there's a possiblity that the situation would become even dangerous as we get there. stay with the others and don't do anything careless while i'm away." he reminds him before he went off to the restroom to where you were last headed off to.

"mc." he knocked on the door as he called for your name. jamil didn't want to immediately barge into the restroom as it was a wrong thing to do. "mc, are you there?" he knocked on the door again, but there was no signs of you being inside the room. to his luck, he glanced at the floor and noticed footprints that came outside the restroom's door. the supposed person's footprints seem to had worn dirty muddy shoes. "an intruder?" jamil wonders. he observes more of the footprints, and in result; it had appeared to lead to the exit of the dorm. "they got away?" he muttered under his breath. jamil began to take action and sprinted his way to the exit.

kalim noticed jamil running as he passed by. "jamil, what happened to mc?" he asks him. "kalim, there's a supposed intruder that caused the blackout within the dorms and mc's sudden disappearance. so whatever you do, just stay there and do not get involved with anything that could lead to danger." kalim wanted to say another thing to jamil but he had already started to run away and leave the dorms. "oh, if only you allowed me to go with you jamil. he complains. "what's gonna happen to ramshackle dorm if mc disappeared for longer?"

the footprints' leads were no nowhere to be found. jamil was now stuck in a situation where he's gonna have a hard time searching for you. he decided to approach grim since he's the first person to know where you were would be at the moment. someone had to appear in jamil's way as he was about to leave.

"my, my jamil. what a coincidence to see you here. and judging by your expression, you seem to be in a hurry. why is that?" jamil did not have time to have a small talk with azul while he's in the middle of finding about your whereabouts. "azul, please do not bomboard me with questions now that you've guessed that i'm in a hurry with something." he rolled his eyes at azul.

he lets out a laugh in response. "haha, i wouldn't dare to disturb with whatever you're doing. if i take a guess, does this situations of yours have something to do with mc?" he asks while adjusting his glasses. "are you implying that you're the one behind this, azul?" jamil shoots a glare at him. "partially i did." he explained. "it's mostly the twins' doings and grim initiated it first." he tells jamil.

"grim took part of this too?" he asks again as azul nodded. "correct, he did. if you would me to explain more, follow me to the mostro longue. i suppose mc might be staying there at this time." as much as jamil didn't want to do anything that had azul in it, he had to do it. just for the sake of finding you. he worries that something bad would possibly happen to you, so he had no choice at all and decided to go with azul. "fine. i should remind you that i'm only doing this for mc." he tells azul as he lets out a chuckle. the two of them began to make their way to the octavinelle dorms.

azul lead jamil to his office room where you were currently staying at. along with the twins and grim as well. "sea snake! are you looking for shrimpy?" floyd greets him. jamil seemed concerned when he saw floyd hugging you very tightly. the look on your face screams for help. "can everyone of you please give out a explaination behind this mess that you all have caused?" jamil sounded so stressed out.

"the sudden blackout in the scarabia dorms? and an attempt of kidnapping mc? all of these happenings already caused a serious misunderstanding and trouble to the dorms, so i want a clear explaination now." he demanded for an answer. he needed to let out all his frustration as the situation was stressing him out very much. "when i got out of the restroom, everything was dark and i heard floyd laughing near me. then he started to carry me away immediately which was why i yelled." you explained the matter.

"jamil, if you ask me; this all started because i wanted to know where mc was. i approached these guys first since they have brainers for everyone's information." grim explains to jamil. "that necessarily doesn't mean you have to rely on us whenever you have a friend that's missing." jade tells grim. "it was only a simple question, but guess what the two of you did?" he asks both azul and jade. "you allowed this big guy here to find mc by himself, instead of me!" he pointed towards floyd.

"i knew where mc was, of course i'd go out looking for them by myself!" floyd answers already started to sound angry. "and look what happened now, scarabia is now in a mess because of you!" grim curses at floyd. "what's wrong with making a little scene? you people are no fun at all. learn to have some fun once in a while too." floyd said as he rolled his eyes. jamil had now got his answer. it was floyd who caused the blackout and drag mc away in the corridors.

"i disagree with you on that, floyd. do take note of your limits next time you plan on doing such acts." jade tells his brother as azul agreed with him. "jade is right, floyd. we wouldn't want their vice housewarden jamil to be sent in a stressed state as well." floyd had now given up. "fineeeeee." he answers.

"that was the most crappiest move you have ever pulled floyd. it makes want to stay away from you next time." you told floyd. "no shrimpy! you're stuck here in my arms forever until i get bored of you." he lets out a smile fully showing off his sharped teeth.

"floyd, please let go of mc. they are clearly not amused with you." jamil yanks off floyd's hands that were wrapped around you. he pulls you closer to him. "okay, fine. i'm guessing you like shrimpy anyway, sea snake." jamil's cheeks started to turn red. "tch, what a joke. let's leave now mc." he looks at you.

"hey, what about me?" grim walks up to the both of you but azul blocked his way. "and where do you think you're going? perhaps you have forgotten about the deal we had agreed on, in exchange of finding mc for you." azul reminds him. grim had suddenly remembered it. "oh, right. a taste test with the foods, right? bring it in!" he happily exclaims. the octavinelle trio looks at each other with grinned smiles on their faces.

that made you felt bad about grim since something bad was likely about to happen. but it's not a serious one anyway so you didn't stress about it much. you let a soft laugh towards them. "poor grim, he is so gonna regret it." you whispered to jamil. "indeed he will." he also agrees with you. azul turns to look at you and jamil as you were both about to leave the room.

"goodbye now, jamil. i-" jamil shuts off the door at azul's face, not wanting to hear another sentence from him. "i'm not in the mood for a friendly small talk with you, azul." he says walking away from the door with you. you began to laugh at what he did. "oh damn, aggressive much?" you teasingly asked him. "you had me stressed out over your whereabouts earlier. please do not be involved with those octavinelle people again." jamil reprimanded you. you could only let out a shrug as response. "okay, if that's what you want." you said.

you began to intertwine your hand within his which caught him off guard. "just what do you think you're doing, mc?" he asks you. "well, that situation made you so stressed out right? i'll hold hands with you, just in case the same thing will happen again." you told jamil. he was unsure of your idea at first, but he was now convinced so he agreed to it. "fine." the faded red color started to appear on his cheeks again.

as you both arrived back at the dorms, kalim was happy to see you both again. "oh, thank goodness you're found safe mc." he also notices the two of you holding hands. "HUH, you two are holding hands? does this mean you guys are together now?" you and jamil are about to be in a flustered mess together, because of kalim's question. "NO WE ARE NOT!"

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland imagines #jamil #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil imagines #jamil viper imagines #scarabia #scarabia x reader

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We were Raphael's pet, but what about being Haarlep's pet?

• of course, Raphael will not allow him to leave an ordinary lost adventurer. but what about the new debtor, who did not have time to completely lose her mind and was picked up by Haarlep. Raphael is busy with adventures with tadpoles, he does not have time to give the new girl an instruction, so the poor thing is shaking and crying in the corners of the house. Haarlep finds a surprisingly reasonable debtor and decides to keep an eye on her. The owner is not spoiling him with attention at all right now, and any free ears will be pleasant to him.

• the debtor does not remember her past, does not remember why she is here, provoking these fragments of the mind is quite fun for Haarlep.

• Haarlep wears it under his arm like a ball

• while Raphael is away, he can take her to the boudoir, the main thing is that the owner did not find out about it.

• Haarlep plays a melody with the help of finger clicks, the debtor begins to answer him

"Maybe you were a bard?"

"A bard?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Well, you sang songs, all that"

"Songs... I think it's very scary."

"Scary?"

"Well, there was a beautiful woman in this house and she sang beautifully. But only at first it was beautiful, then she coughed more and more often, and her voice turned into a scream. Even rather loud sobs, and she still couldn't shut up, it was very scary."

Haarlep mumbled understandingly, remembering the debtor who had arrived in front of her. An opera singer whose fate is very poetic.

• "And there's a scary gentleman walking around the house. Everyone else shies away from him, and I saw him swearing at one of them... I would not like to meet him." the debtor huddles at the door of the boudoir, not daring to go any further.

"Oh, this is Lord Raphael and he is our host." Haarlep looks into the closets with clothes trying to find something the size of a girl.

The debtor is even more worried and hopefully asks him.

"But you can protect me from him, right?"

Haarlep laughs and returns his gaze to her, assessing her from head to toe, making her squirm under his undressing gaze.

"He's very busy right now, so you won't be seeing him anytime soon."

He thought a little.

"In the meantime, you will be my ward... well, or rather a pet"

"A pet... And who are you anyway?"

"I'm just a taller servant of Raphael"

"And you also look very similar to him: wings, horns and hairstyle..."

"He's a bastard in many ways. I can look different, but he only requires his appearance."

"Do you want me to take your form?" The usual cunning gleam returned to Haarlep's eyes.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt more than everything that awaits you here. Give me your hand,"

Haarlep weaves their fingers and two identical debtors stand opposite each other. The girl realizes that she has not yet seen her own reflection, because there are no mirrors in the corridors of the house of hope.

"Am I beautiful?"

Her copy laughs and rubs her cheek

"So far, you're dirty, little mouse. But we will definitely see what is hiding under this dirt."

•Forgive me, but what suitable clothes can Haarlep find? Between bdsm belts and Raphael's huge shirts...... a fitish maid's dress? I approve of this idea

• which will drive you crazy faster: the entourage of hell, or the fact that Haarlep will use you as a gossip girl friend? He will tell you how terrible his master is, how pathetic he is, how he rehearses performances for clients and how he thinks about loving some mortal named Tav.

#raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep × tav #Does the rule my pet's pet #not my pet work for them?#Haarlep × reader

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"10 o clock," you tell the flesh. "...I have an idea for the plant key."

"Oh, that's good," it says as you quickly re-set your alarm.

"Well, I dunno if it'll work or not, but yeah. I'm gonna try planting some of these seeds. Maybe they grow faster when they're younger, or something?"

You pull some seeds out of the core of one of the fruits. They're relatively large, and pale. They remind you of pumpkin seeds.

"I'm not sure. But I see no reason not to try."

"Yeah." As you head towards the plant room, you continue. "...It's not really my idea, actually; I wonder if you know anything about this: Since I got here in the first place, there's been... something... communicating with me mentally, and helping me solve these puzzles."

"Oh, yes, I knew about that from the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them. I don't know anything else about it, though, besides that it exists."

"That's a shame... I'm curious about them. Especially whether I'll still have them in my head when I go home. I wonder if the walls, the floors, the ceilings and everything within them knows more. But it probably wouldn't tell me, anyway." You sigh.

In the plant room, you forget about that for the time being. First, you adjust the clock so that the light is just hitting the keyhole. Then you crouch next to the false door and dig a hole with your hands; the soil is nice and soft. You bury your handful of seeds several inches deep and step back. You watch intently...

Is the dirt shifting a little?

-And then a green sprout breaks the surface. You're entranced, watching it grow much faster than any Earth plant grows (as far as you know, anyway). It unfurls and reaches up towards the light, developing to look like a young sapling. To your dismay, though, it slows and stops maybe two-thirds of the way to the keyhole.

"So close! Hm..."

Water didn't help before, but this sapling was growing toward the light which also didn't help before, and besides, the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them must have made this water available to you for a reason, right? So you take the water pitcher and try pouring some at the sapling's base. Soon, it starts to grow again. One branch grows directly into the keyhole, then forms a loop, and separates, leaving the key behind.

"Yes!" You pump your fist.

"Good job," says the flesh, sounding pleased.

You go to take the key, but before you remove it, you think to try turning it, just out of curiousity. It does turn, and clicks, but the door still doesn't open. So you go ahead and take the key.

"Interesting... I guess it just turns to let you know the key is... right?"

You try the flesh key too. It won't turn.

"I guess so. Well, anyway... I guess that just leaves the stone key, huh?" You smile at the flesh. "Hey, I think I'm gonna have all the keys a little early!"

"I'm glad." The flesh smiles at you.

"Me too." You let out a sigh of relief. Well, you don't technically have them all yet, so maybe you shouldn't tempt fate, but you're feeling pretty optimistic. Before you leave, you adjust the clock until it's back at noon. Maybe you don't need to, but you feel like leaving the plants with plenty of light.

In the pool room on your way back to the stone room, you remember to check the pool. Sure enough, it says something new again. As you start to read it-

"What does it say?" the flesh asks.

"Oh. You can't read? I guess that's not that surprising."

You read it out loud for the flesh:

“THREE OUT OF FOUR KEYS NOW

AND I WON'T PRETEND YOU WON'T HAVE ANOTHER SOON

THOUGH I WAS UNSURE FOR SOME HOURS

IT SEEMS YOU FOUND THE SOLUTION TO THE PLANT KEY JUST IN TIME”

"Alright." Seems like the flesh doesn't have any more to say about it than you do, so you proceed to the stone room. You sigh as you lean over the table again and pick up the in-progress stone key.

As you work, the flesh asks more questions about your world, and you answer the best you can. It makes you appreciate just how complex the world is, though.

Maybe 20 minutes later, you think you've matched the reference key pretty well. It's kind of rough, but you figure you don't have to make it look perfect. When you test it on the false door, though, it won't quite go all the way in. After checking more closely and refining the shape of the end, you try again, and it works. A surge of satisfaction runs through you at the *click* of the lock.

You hold up the key in the air and cheer to the flesh, "It works! That's the last one!"

"Congratulations!"

You head back to the table- and then, as a last thought, you carve a 'T' into the handle of the key. You feel like putting your name on this achievement.

"I wonder what I should do now... I mean, there's still like, an hour plus left. -Well, I think I'll go check the pool again to see if the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them has something new to say."

The flesh comes with you. Unsurprisingly, the pool does indeed say something new. You read it for the flesh again.

“FINALLY, ALL KEYS GATHERED

READY TO OPEN THE GATE

STILL YOU MUST WAIT TIL THE GATE IS READY

BUT, IN THE MEANTIME, I MUST OFFER YOU MY CONGRATULATIONS.”

"That's surprisingly nice," you mutter dryly.

Oh, whatever. No point being salty now.

"Well... I guess I've just got an hour to burn. I do have a couple things I want to do, but I think I'll just take a break and relax for a little bit. Until the next hour. ...Hey, flesh, let me show you something."

You and the flesh sit down on the pool edge and you attempt to explain to it the basics of how a smartphone works, and teach it to play a mobile game. You find yourself laughing at how delighted it is by what to you is such a small pleasure.

Too soon, your alarm goes off. You let the flesh keep playing for a moment, but turn your attention away from watching it.

So, chat... like I said earlier, I have no idea if you'll stick with me after I get out of here. You'd probably know better than me. So, uh... I can talk to you later like this, but unless you know you're staying in my head- which tbh, I hope not; you're cool and all but I like my mental privacy- it seems like now's probably the time for goodbyes, just in case. And, hey, thanks for all the help. I'm not sure if I'd've figured out the plant key without you. So... yeah. Thank you. I appreciate you guys, whatever you are.

You tell the flesh you need your phone back, and watch the time tick down once more. For the last time, you guess. You'll be glad to be back on a plane of existence you understand, but the thought does make you a little sad.

...11:00 am.

What now?

--HOUR 10--

#unrooms #unrooms update #interactive fiction #cyoa #choose your own adventure

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pollyna · 2 years

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All of these prompts sound fascinating! Being super into Ice, I'd be really interested in 4, 15, 22 and 31, but any writing of yours is a gift.

It wans't in any of my plans to actually write on of that prompts AHAHAH but anyway i can't say no, but it's gonna be an extension of the prompt more than a ff? I'm probably going to go back on them at some point when the fucking inventary will stop killing me. So thank you so much for your kind words and i'm really sorry if it's not what you were expecting.

-#04: Can't pass out

"We had a pact, Admiral" a voice says, from the door.

"No. You, my husband, and my kid decided on something. I, for my part, didn't agree with anything. So no, no pact of any kind, Admiral Kerner."

"Thomas."

"Ronald, what can I do for you today?"

"Cancer won't win because work will kill you first."

"I'm going to die anyway. At least you should let me choose how, what do you think?"

Ron knows that snapping back won't help, that Tom is just as concerned and scared as they all are. And he's tired. He was more tired than he let people see, but Ron had been around since Tom was nineteen, and he saw it all, so he knew.

"Come on, old man, let me take you home; we can eat takeout and watch stupid soap operas, and I won't tell anybody you fell asleep ten minutes into the night's most interesting movie," Ron says, and he knows he's won when Tom snorts back at him.

"Okay, okay. But only if you can get the chicken from that southern place on the Sixth."

Ron doesn't say it but he would go to Georgia to take a single piece of chicken tender if that would help in taking Ice home.

Tom goes from standing up to almost face down on the maquette in half a second, the time Ron has to imagine himself flying to Georgia and back in time for dinner and thinking about how many laws he could break or not. Tom's body hits the ground but not with his face because Ron still has some reflex and grabs him before the worst can happen.

"I'm too young for this shit, Ronnie" Tom whispers, against his chest, a lifetime of silence after.

"I know Tommy, I know. But you have to stay awake and not pass out. Then we will go home and eat all the fried chicken you want" he answers, whispering too because he's sure that if he tries to talk out loud he will start crying and he can't, not right now.

-#15: New scars. This one it's gonna be a little more consistent but that's bc it's a fic I'm trying to write since forver and i'm constantly changing parameters on what i should or shouldn't do. But it's not the interesting part of it, sorry lol.

"I can try to do that." Tom nods as if he's trying to convince himself, and Ron has to count from five to zero before moving a single muscle.

5 old scars someone put on his body and he tells the story to Maverick + the 5 Maverick was around to see heal.

He got the first one when he's five and running around with a plastic plane his dad took home after his n. mission he can't talk about but makes him angry and snappy with his mom but soft with his son, expecially when he passes his big, big, hands in his hair. He's running around the garden and then he's falling on his little plane, his mom is running towards him, his dad is screaming he's an idiot and toy is broke in two pieces and Tom doesn't know what he makes him cry the most: the blood he's loosing from his knee or he precious new toy that now lies between the grass without a wing.

His dad put the plane in the bin and doesn't listen reason when his mom tries to tell him that it can be easily fix and Tom gets a scar, a small and insignificant one that he will soon forget.

(Mav kisses it, during one of nights they have free and have no hurry be anywhere if not in bed. He makes funny faces evertime Tom tells the story on how he got it and Iceman laugh along because you're cute when you make that face Pete.)

II.

The second one Pete notices, this time they're making out on 'Wood terrible couch because everybody else is outside for a barbecue and it's too hot to stay inside but kissing Pete is worth even that, is just a little as the first one, mostly covered by his hairs and when Pete's finger trace it he almost jump because he forgot he was there and it still so sensitive. Pete notices but doesn't have the time to say anything because Tom is kissing him again and Ron is calling because dinner is read and if they don't move their going to have to eat grass!

(He tells Pete, a couple of hours and beers later, that high school hasn't been as kind as he likes to remember. And he talked too many, two, languages people didn't understand and Easter Europe heritage made him a commie every day of the week. He got in a fight more against a desk than the boy but they both got suspended but nobody ever tried to mess with him, after that day.)

III.

-#22: Caughing out blood.

The next one has a funny story that makes Slider a little wild when he gets around talking about it because he has the same one in the same place! Young, dumb and a day away from deployment they drunk too much shitty alcohol they find in the mess kitchen and tried to jump over the wall on the Academy. They both failed so bad they end up with both of their forearms bleeding a little and the instructor was soooo pissed, do you remember Tommy? He talked for hours and we had the mother of all headaches but Ice cold no mistake found the way out of that situation just looking at the guy. I could have kissed you right there for that.

He washed it three times, and there's still blood on it. The blood is on his shirt, on his hands, on his skin, and uncl-his dad is lying on a hospital bed, with too many machines connected to his body and an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. Deployment sucked this time around; the squadron was full of navy brats who wanted to know more about everybody. At least Phoenix was there.

They were eating outside, at some place on the ocean Mav found while riding his bike at three in the morning when Ice wasn't there, and that he promised made the best risotto seafood he ever tasted. They were laughing, drinking white wine, and his arm was around Ice's shoulders in support of Mav's last disaster when the older man started to cough. Once, twice, and then a third time, until Bradley felt his own blood running cold because there was blood. Blood on the tissue and then on his shirt because Ice wasn't fast enough to cover his mouth again.

And then Mav's hands were touching Ice and looking at him like he was trying to find an answer to a question Bradley didn't even know existed.

"Breath love breath. Bradley is going to drive us to the hospital, but I need you to continue to breath like the doctor showed you." He said, "Yeah, yeah, like that. C'mon Ice, I know you can do it."

"Baby Goose, eyes here. I need you to start the car. We will be right behind you. Then you will drive to the hospital, and I'm going to explain everything, but I need to make sure Ice is okay before that. Do you understand Brad?"

"Ye-yes, pops. Car, hospital, and then you're going to explain it to me. Okay. "

Ice's eyes were glossy and concentrated on Maverick and Maverick alone.

"It's going to be okay, Baby Goose." Ice murmured, his voice low and cracked.

-#31: You can rest now.

The idea comes to Rooster while on a little too much of a drug after they had to set his shoulder twice because the first time it didn't set right.

Once I'm out of here, we should all go and spend the night in the den. Nothing is as warm and comfy as the den. I miss the den. Can we go to the den, pops?" he asked, almost on the point of tears.

"Yeah, Baby Goose, we can go to the den." He answers, laughing a little.

"Okay pops, thank you" he answers before snuggling a little more into his pillow, with Natasha and Jake's fingers patting his hair.

The den is warm and, oh, how Bradley missed this place.

"So this is the den?" a voice behind him asks, and someone whistles.

"Yeah, yeah this is the den." Bradley answers before slumping in his favourite spot, the cat already stretching her belly to let him pat her.

"It's nice." Jake says, sitting beside him.

"Yeah, every house should have one!" Fritz adds "and a cat! Who's this beautiful creature? Bradley, why are you trying to hide all the beautiful people in your life from me?"

Everybody's laughing and it's like Bradley's eight again when Carole used the den to organise him birthday parties he wasn't supposed to know anything about.

But now he's thirty-eight and his mom is dead more years than she was alive and the people around him are his family in the way his uncles are and-and Bradley wants to lie in the sun and let himself feel something that's not anger for once.

And apparently everybody has the same idea because he can finish the thought that eleven other bodies cuddle around him and he loses the count of hands that are touching, patting, and massaging him, but it feels so good that he doesn't want to be anywhere else. Lady Carole curls on his stomach, the door opens, and soft steps are followed by the smell of warm cider and biscuits. Before falling asleep, he hears Mav and Ice on the sofa, softly conversing with Halo.

#i promise i will work on the one with rooster and slider and the photos #but for now #tom iceman kazansky #whumptober wip #ron slider kerner #iceman & slider friendship #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky & pete maverick mitchell are bradley rooster bradshaw's parents #the daggers #otp: things get old our love is gold #all the sad stuff i'm not going to tag bc i wouldn't ever finish #i'm not really sure this the best version so again i'm sorry i'm going to try to write a better one soon enough :)#hope you'll like anyeay in the meantime #bradley on drugs wants to cuddle a lot

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 months

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Since writing in her journal about her plan for the summer, Kenzie's mind was spinning with possible outcomes and ideas that could help aid her in her mission. She knew that she had to be sneaky about everything as Jeff was pretty smart and she knew that he might catch on if she acted any differently than normal. It was going to be hard as she was excited for what was to come; so excited that as soon as her phone read 6:30 am, she pulled up Zarah's contact info and pressed the call button.

Kenzie sat and waited for what felt like ages before Zarah answered the phone. She wasn't at all happy to be woken this early.

"One good reason and I won't murder you," Zarah grumped as she put her phone to her ear.

"Would you settle for an I miss you?" Kenzie asked with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"No. What do you want?" Zarah replied and Kenzie gasped dramatically.

"I am wounded that you think I want something," Kenzie told her friend as a small chuckle escaped her lips.

Zarah rolled her eyes and pulled the phone away from her ear as she felt a yawn coming on.

"You just rolled your eyes at me didn't you?" Kenzie asked, knowing her friend all too well.

"Just tell me what you want so I can go back to bed," Zarah responded.

"Ok, ok. I need your help with something," Kenzie said and Zarah took a deep breath.

"You get rejected by someone?" Zarah questioned sarcastically.

"Hey, I will have you know that I am a great catch," Kenzie defended and Zarah burst out laughing.

"That's a good one, Ken," Zarah said through her laughter.

"Seriously Zar, I am, but no, I need your help with something else," Kenzie told her.

"Alright, jokes aside, what is so important that you need to call me this early?" Zarah asked as things settled down and she could sense her friend's eagerness.

"So the other day Uncle Jeff was teaching me how to surf and-" Kenzie started just before Zarah cut her off.

"I bet you fell over," Zarah said out loud without meaning to.

"Oi," Kenzie replied.

"Sorry, go on," Zarah said.

"I was knocked off my board by someone and I sprained my ankle. Anyway, we went home after that and when we got back to Jeff's, there was a moving truck in the driveway next door," Kenzie explained.

"So you did fall," Zarah answered, making Kenzie roll her eyes this time.

"Really? That's what you took from that?" Kenzie asked, somewhat dumbfounded but not entirely surprised.

"Kenz, it's me you're talking to. Yes, that's what I took from that," Zarah responded.

"You're right. I shouldn't be surprised at this point," Kenzie joked.

"Hilarious. Anyhow, what does a moving truck have to do with you needing my help?" Zarah asked.

"Zar, the person moving in was my uncle's old flame, Liz," Kenzie said, finally getting to the point.

"Are you serious!?" Zarah shouted a little too loudly. She quickly covered her mouth and both girls remained quiet for a minute just in case Zarah's parents came into Zarah's room and told the girls to get off the phone.

"I'm not kidding and get this, Mom told me that Jeff and Liz had talked about getting married at one point," Kenzie said as a burst of energy coursed through her veins.

"Holy crap, that's big," Zarah replied.

"I know. I'm still a little shocked cause he never struck me as the type to want to get married," Kenzie told Zarah.

"What did he do when he saw her?" Zarah asked, curious of Jeff's reaction.

"He just stood there staring at her while she got a box from the truck and when she went inside, he scurried toward his place. It was the fastest I've ever seen him move." Kenzie explained.

"I can see that. Has he spoken to her at all yet?" Zarah questioned.

"Well, she came by yesterday with some baking she had done in the hopes of getting to know her new neighbors while Jeff was out, and I invited her in. She seemed nice but when Jeff came home, he stood there like a goober and frowned at us. He made everything awkward, and she rushed out the door," Kenzie explained, feeling the annoyance with Jeff resurface.

"That's not cool," Zarah noted, and Kenzie nodded.

"I know right? I told him what I thought, and he didn't like that cause he stormed out of the house," Kenzie added and Zarah shook her head incredulously.

"What a weenie," Zarah replied, and both girls burst out laughing.

"He is, but once he came home, he filled me in on a couple of things. It was quite interesting," Kenzie replied after the laughter had died down.

"I bet," Zarah said as her neck cracked from the way she turned her head as she stretched.

"The most interesting thing was that when we were talking, he had the same look on his face that Liz had when we were in the kitchen talking about friends, school, and boys," Kenzie said and Zarah's eyes went wide.

"Do you think they miss each other?" Zarah asked and Kenzie shrugged. She didn't know for sure but if she had to take a wild guess, then yes, she had a strong feeling that they missed each other in more ways than one.

"I think so. This is where I need your help though." Kenzie answered.

"What do you need me to do?" Zarah wondered.

"I'm going to get Liz and Jeff together once and for all and I need you to be my sounding board. You up for the challenge, Turner?" Kenzie asked and Zarah nodded enthusiastically.

"Hell yes!" Zarah responded and Kenzie beamed.

The girls spent the next couple hours getting ideas compiled and by the time they were done talking, Zarah's parents were up and so was Jeff.

"Call me if you need any more ideas and if I think of any today at work, I'll text you," Zarah told Kenzie.

"You're the best Zar. I owe you one." Kenzie said and Zarah hummed in agreement.

Kenzie bid her friend goodbye and was about to hang up when Zarah stopped her.

"Hold on, I need the details of how you fell off the surfboard," Zarah said, and Kenzie rolled her eyes.

"Dude, I didn't fall off, I was pushed off," Kenzie replied sarcastically unamused.

"Yeah, ok kenz," Zarah said, and Kenzie raised her brow.

"It's true." Kenzie defended.

Zarah was about to reply when her father knocked on her bedroom door and told her that it was time to get off the phone and get ready for work or she'd be late.

Walking into the main kitchen after her call with Zarah, Kenzie found Jeff on the laptop assaulting the keyboard as he typed away. She smiled to herself at the look of concentration on his face. It was very much the same concentrated look her mother got when she was doing something that she didn't particularly want to do.

"Morning." Kenzie greeted as she took one of the Banana chocolate chip muffins Liz had made off the platter given to them and warmed it in the microwave for a couple of seconds.

Jeff barely looked up from the laptop as he gave his niece a mumbled reply.

"What are you doing?" Kenzie asked and Jeff glanced at her briefly.

"Why?" He asked as he continued attacking the keyboard with his vigorous typing.

"I asked you first," Kenzie replied as she popped a piece of the heated muffin in her mouth.

She was hoping to get more of a conversation out of him, but it was useless. He was too far into his task to respond with more than one-word answers.

"Kenz, please." He replied, needing to focus on the amount of inventory, orders, and bills he had to take care of for the bait shop.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone, but I do have a question," Kenzie said.

Jeff sighed and gave her his full attention, though the look on his face told her that he wanted to be left alone to work.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you have a soccer ball?" She questioned.

Her foot had begun to feel better, and she wanted to test its strength by kicking a ball around.

"I do but you need to rest that foot." He said sternly.

Kenzie wasn't the best for letting herself heal after an injury. She was usually up and walking around within a couple of hours if she was able to.

"It feels a bit better, but I just want to see if it's up to kicking standard." She told him.

"I'd rather you not and give your foot more time to heal," Jeff answered, even though he knew she wasn't going to listen to him.

"It's fine Uncle Jeff," Kenzie replied, feeling confident in her ability.

"It's your foot, kid. Ball's in the garage." Jeff replied before going back to the laptop.

"Thank you," Kenzie said as she took her food into her room so that she could get herself together before heading out to kick the ball around.

Kicking the ball around felt good. Her foot still hurt of course but it was nowhere near as painful as it was when it first happened. It made Kenzie happy to know that she was right, and her ankle was healing nicely.

"Kenz!" Jeff called from the backdoor. Kenzie looked over at him and walked over to him.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I'm heading to the bait shop; do you want to come with me or stay here?" He questioned. He knew her answer already but he wanted to check just in case.

"I want to stay here." She told him. This was perfect. She could work on things while he was gone and out of earshot.

"Alright, call me if you need anything but please try to stay out of trouble," Jeff replied, and Kenzie smiled goofily.

"Me? Get into trouble?" She teased and Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you," He responded, and Kenzie chuckled.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just going to kick the ball around a little more and then maybe play some video games," Kenzie said.

"Ok. I will see you in a little while," Jeff answered.

Kenzie waved goodbye to him and went back to kicking the ball but just as she did that, Jeff reappeared.

"No more strangers in my house while I'm gone," Jeff said as pottery could be heard smashing from the backyard next door, followed by a slight high-pitched scream and an over dramatic gasp.

"My pot!" The person shrieked.

"Kenzie!" Jeff shouted in both shock and warning.

"My bad," She called to the person next door, but no reply came.

"Be more careful with that thing," Jeff cautioned, and Kenzie nodded.

"Safe to say my foot's ok," Kenzie said, attempting to change the subject.

"Inside missy," Jeff replied, moving to the side so that Kenzie could get past him.

"Why?" Kenzie asked.

"So you don't break anything else and because you've been on your feet for too long," Jeff told her, and she couldn't argue with him. She was feeling tired.

"Okie dokie," She responded, walking inside.

Kenzie plopped herself on the couch next to Annie whose tail was wagging enthusiastically.

"Right, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything and no strangers in the house while I'm gone and no more breaking things." He reiterated as he grabbed his keys, Annie's leash, and his hat.

"I will and as for not breaking anything else, I'm not promising anything." She replied and Jeff shook his head. What was he going to do with Kenzie?

Kenzie had to laugh at his response to that.

"Come on Annie," Jeff said, encouraging his four-legged friend to come to him so that they could leave.

"Bye," Kenzie told them as they hurried out the door. No reply came as Jeff was practically in his truck and pulling away already.

Kenzie waved to him through the window and when he was out of sight, she went next door. She was going to apologize for breaking whatever it was but as she put her hand on the doorknob, someone knocked on it, making Kenzie jump.

"Flaming Cheetos!" Kenzie shouted with panic as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She assumed that the person at the door was her uncle, but it wasn't.

Kenzie opened it and came face to face with a kid around her age. He stood a few inches taller than her. He had reddish brown hair, and blue/green eyes and wore an exasperated look on his face.

"Think this is yours," He said as he handed her the soccer ball. Kenzie took it and tried not to laugh as his scream echoed through her head.

"Anyone ever told you that you scream like a girl?" Kenzie asked. She couldn't help herself.

"Do not," He defended.

"Yeah, you do," She told him and he huffed at her.

"No, I don't," He answered.

Kenzie was having too much fun pestering him.

"What were you doing back there anyway?" Kenzie asked, moving on from playfully insulting him.

"What's it to you?" He questioned in reply.

"I believe your exact words were and I quote: My Pot!" Kenzie said, raising her brow at him, silently asking him what he meant by that.

"Not that it's any of your business but I was planting something," He begrudgingly answered.

"You garden?" Kenzie questioned, letting a chuckle escape her lips.

The boy in front of her blushed and glared at her. He wasn't appreciating the fact that she was picking on him.

"I don't need this. Just keep your bloody ball out of my yard," He snapped and walked away.

Kenzie felt guilty for mocking him, so she called for him to stop.

"Wait!" She hollered and he did. He turned to face her, but she could tell that he wasn't impressed.

Kenzie carefully trudged over to him, trusting that he wasn't going to leave her alone.

He just stood there watching her as she inched closer to him.

"Going to keep bothering me?" He asked and Kenzie shook her head.

"I was going to ask if you needed help with gardening," She replied, hoping that he'd forgive her and let her help him.

"Thanks but you should put your foot up." He told her and Kenzie looked at him in surprise.

How did he know that she had injured herself? Unless.....

"You," She said, pointing at him.

"Call it even?" He suggested with a shrug and sheepish grin and Kenzie remained in her spot for a minute contemplating her answer.

She could hold this over him if she wanted to and keep making him miserable, but she could use a friend while in Boca, so she decided to give in to his suggestion......Kind of.

Kenzie pondered and pursed her lips at him while allowing her eyes to roam his body up and down, making him sweat a little bit.

"On one condition," Kenzie said. She had a feeling this kid could help her execute her plan of playing Cupid.

"I'm afraid to ask but go on," He replied.

"I'll let you know eventually. For now, however, I'm Kenzie," She introduced, holding out her hand for him to shake.

He looked at it for a second, unsure of what she was planning but he knew that if he wanted to stay in her good graces and not be the target of her insults any longer, his best option would be to place his hand in hers and reciprocate the handshake.

"Jesse," He responded simply.

"Great. Well, I should go back in," Kenzie told him, pointing in the direction of her uncle's house.

"Aren't you going to tell me your one condition before you go?" He queried.

"All in due time, Jesse, all in due time." She said in a tone that freaked him out a bit.

He gave Kenzie a worried glance and she smirked at him.

"Tell you what, meet me at Pete's burger shack on Wednesday afternoon and I'll tell you," Kenzie said but Jesse grunted, not feeling satisfied with her reply.

"I work on Wednesday," He told her and Kenzie squinted her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek as she struggled to come up with another idea.

"Where do you work?" She asked him.

"I'm not telling you that," He replied warily.

"Eh, fair enough," She responded. She had to give it to him, he seemed like a tough nut to crack, and she would get through to him one of these days; she just had to be patient at least for now.

"I could meet you at the beach on my lunch break," He offered, and Kenzie smiled at him.

"Sounds good," She said, staring at him once more.

Jesse didn't mind it at the beginning as it didn't feel judgmental like the first time she eyed him but then he started to feel like he was under a microscope again and he didn't like it.

"Stop staring at me," He told her and Kenzie looked away.

"Habit, sorry," She said genuinely.

"It's fine, it's just creepy," He replied, drawing a laugh from her which made him smile.

"I'll keep that in mind," Kenzie countered, and Jesse nodded.

"I'll see you on Wednesday, creep," He said as he walked back to his house.

Kenzie chuckled to herself in disbelief knowing that she had just made a friend.

When Kenzie felt confident that Jesse was inside his house, she pulled her phone out of her pants pocket and pressed Zarah's contact info.

<<Call me ASAP! We need to talk.>> Kenzie typed as she texted her friend.

She couldn't wait to tell Zarah about the kid she had just met and was about to recruit.

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SSR Deuce Spade Union Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Deuce: So, it's time for the customary birthday interview. Whenever I'm somewhere formal like this, I get a bit nervous…

Deuce: Since this is a traditional event, I'll have to make sure I answer properly and not make any mistakes.

Deuce: Anyway, the presenter chosen by the "Magical Birthday Dice" should be coming soon…

???: Haaaah… I mean, I'll do it because I was chosen for it, but come on. This mandatory event is super annoying. Excuuuse me...

Deuce: SHROUD-SENPAI… YO! THANK YOU FOR COMING!

Idia: Hiee! There's that stupid loud jock voice…!

Idia: Deu-Deu-Deuce-shi, you were waiting, huh… Already…

Deuce: So you were the one chosen to be my presenter. I'm honored to have you!

Idia: It's not like I came because I wanted to… Eh, whatever. Anyway… Here's your present…

Deuce: Thank you very much! Wow, it's a very large bag. I wonder what's inside…

Deuce: Oh, this is…!

Idia: My selection of 20 types of cup ramen. It has an array of choices, from local specialties, to some low-sugar varieties that are currently all the rage.

Idia: I bet it's perfect for a growing highschooler with a huge appetite like you, though, right? I don't really know anything about that, though.

Idia: These are the flavors I usually eat, but there's a bunch here, so I'm sure at least one of them will suit your tastes, Deuce-shi.

Deuce: When you say "usually," does that mean you like cup ramen too?

Idia: Oho, "too," he says… Fuheehee, looks like I made the right choice.

Idia: I mean, I wouldn't really say I like them, they're just convenient to eat. It doesn't take any time to cook, it's ready in just a couple minutes.

Deuce: Yeah, yeah! You can easily make some just by pouring some hot water on it, it fills up your stomach, and is super tasty.

Deuce: On days that I have club activities… Especially when we're practicing more in preparation for a meet, I tend to get too hungry and won't last until dinner time.

Deuce: It'd dig into my wallet to buy food every day, and even then, there's only so much I can do to stave off the hunger.

Idia: Ahh… I get you. When I'm concentrating hard on something, it's fine, but the moment I remember I'm hungry, it's game over…

Deuce: Yes. Once, Jack told me that boxers drink a ton of water in order to keep from getting hungry…

Deuce: I thought it was a good idea, and tried to imitate them, but honestly, I didn't really have much luck with that.

Idia: Well, yeah, it's just water.

Deuce: But, thanks to you, Shroud-senpai, I shouldn't have to worry about finding something to eat after my club. Thank you!

Deuce: Still, this is pretty amazing. I've eaten a ton of different kinds of cup ramen up ‘til now, but…

Deuce: There's a ton of stuff here that I've never even seen before. It's like a dream come true that I get to eat all these… Wait, huh?

Deuce: Oh, I think this… Yeah, didn't they stop selling this one here back when I was in elementary school…?

Idia: Ah, yeah, that one is being sold again recently. On top of only being sold via the manufacturer's official mail order service, there was only a limited quantity being sold.

Idia: The day of release, their website was overloaded with requests, and was already completely sold out in the minute after the site crashed. Now I hear it's being scalped at premium price.

Deuce: I-Is it alright for me to be receiving something that valuable…?

Idia: Fuheehee, I was able to purchase a whole box of them no problem, so～ Take it, take it!

Deuce: Man, this is so nostalgic… I used to love eating these with eggs.

Deuce: Also, this one with the seafood base is most well-known for being made with milk, but it's still delicious with eggs…

Idia: Deuce-shi, do you not know how to flavor them using anything but eggs?

Deuce: Well, I mean, eggs go with any kind of cup ramen! There's no way to screw it up, so I totally recommend it.

Idia: Hmmm… I'm not really sure if I'd ever prep cup ramen like that, since they're supposed to be hassle free. But hey, if I ever feel like it, I guess I can give it a shot.

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