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circusinthewalls · 1 month

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☆ Those Simpler Sonnets ☆

Miguel is deep in the throes of his bi-monthly rut. You've quelled his voracious need for the time being, but the poor man can hardly even sleep without you. That's why he's quick to find you now, early in the morning long before the sun has even breached the horizon as you get yourself a drink of water.

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Tags: Porn With Plot, Just a little bit of plot, Like a tiny bit idk, Soft Miguel O'Hara, Feral Miguel O'Hara, Rut minus the ABO, Spider.. Instincts bullshit idk dude is just horny, AFAB Reader, My First Fanfic, god help, It's 4AM, Topping from the Bottom, Top Miguel O'Hara, One Shot, About as gender neutral as you can get with Spanish, Riding, Mutual Orgasm, Sorry if the Spanish isn't good I'm not a native speaker, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: This was uhh.. like not proofread at all? Also my first fic so bear with me. Tags and the fic itself are just pasted directly from ao3 because I have to be up before the sun tomorrow. Sorry for any grammar errors, but I hope you enjoy. o7 [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel stirs in your shared bed, lazily outstretching an arm in search of your warmth. When it fails to be met with the familiar brush of your skin against his, worry sobers him, if only by a fraction. Upon cracking an eye open he realizes that you aren't in the room at all. What's more is that the door is cracked, distant light spilling in from elsewhere in the apartment. He doesn't bother to check the time, nor turn a single light on before sluggishly clambering out of bed and into the hallway. Not that he really needs to, of course. He can make out your scent growing headier with each step closer to the kitchen.

You can hear him coming, or... sense it, rather. For a moment you pause in bringing the glass to your lips, offering a look back over your shoulder in his direction. To ensure he doesn't trip on the living room furniture, perhaps. It's not long after you cast your gaze forward again, sipping at the water in your hand, that you can feel his palms graze over your sides. They travel a languid path around to your stomach and soon settle down on your hips, pulling you back so his larger form can engulf your own. The movement makes you minutely aware of the soreness that's begun to emerge from your romping hours prior, but you pay it little mind.

Now that you're in his arms you can feel him soften significantly. You greet him with a small hum as you drink, and he gives a grunt in return. Having you near is enough to soothe his frayed nerves, evidently. He dips his head down and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, tiredly nosing along your jawline.

"Mi sol," he murmurs.

"Mm?"

"A kiss?"

A breathy chuckle slips out, but you oblige.

His lips don't stay on yours for long, though. Soon they're brushing back down your neck, just relishing the way you so graciously tilt your head off to the side. There's no stopping the groggy laugh that escapes when you can feel, no-- hear-- him sniffing you. He grumbles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, but he can't help it. You smell so damn good, so damn perfect.

Frankly, you can't help yourself either. The sun isn't even up yet and you're so tired, the way he's got his face pressed in against your neck, nosing and huffing-- You know he's in rut, but it takes all your strength not to burst out laughing.

Well, despite your best efforts you break anyway. With your head tipping back, you barely manage to set your glass aside on the counter to avoid dropping it as you dissolve into a fit.

It's in this moment, though, that the more instinct-driven side of Miguel's mind sees an opportunity and doesn't hesitate to take it. He bites down firm into the side of your now bared throat, releasing a low groan when he feels your giggles stutter off into a whine. This isn't the first time he's bitten you, and it certainly won't be the last. Yet still, the immediate surrender that seems to always overtake you rekindles his desires in an instant. He's all but ready to tear his boxers off and have another go at you if you'll let him, but he forces himself to relent somewhat. You'd lovingly taken the brunt of his insatiable appetite earlier in the evening as it was. Drunk off your scent or not, he'd be a fool to be so rough again so soon.

Bringing one of his hands up from your hip to instead support your head with, he pulls off your neck. Your blood on his lips has his own rushing southward, so naturally he laves his tongue over the wound for a better taste. Cleaning and savoring you in tandem. You shudder at the feeling, another noise bubbling up, but he's quick to soothe you by peppering kisses atop the divots his teeth left behind.

"Can I?" he pleads in a whisper.

He's given you the upper hand on purpose, so you decide to tease him. While you're still in a position to, that is.

"Can you what?"

He huffs. You can feel how painfully stiff his cock is. He knows you can. Just to be sure, and maybe to get back at you, he pulls you harder back against it anyway. You snigger, but he's not in the mood to play games. If you're going to let him have you then he wants you now, not in five minutes when you're done laughing your pretty ass off again.

"Please?" he grits, but you don't miss the way the word almost teeters on being a whimper.

"You're no fun, Migs," you reply, hints of a fake pout tugging at your lips. Then you give him a playful jab with your elbow and peck on the cheek. "Of course you can."

That's all he needs.

Immediately he scoops you up and strides forth into the living room. He sets you down so he can settle on the couch, but he's soon reaching out for you again, one hand guiding you to straddle him while the other wrangles his erection free from its fabric confines. As luck would have it your patience is waning too, so while you're moving to get on top of him you tug his boxers down past his hips and off entirely. You throw your shirt off as well, and seeing as it was the only clothing concealing your gorgeous form, a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest at the sight of you. It's about the only thing that even begins to temper his growing need, second to actually being inside you.

When you've finally got your thighs planted on either side of his waist he brings a hand up to steady you while the other helps align him with your entrance. Or tries to, at least. You move his hand away, gripping his cock and holding it still so you can rut against the crown for a second, letting his pre slick up your already glistening folds further.

He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Fiery want is coiled so tightly in his gut that it's liable to snap if you keep this up, but he's trying his hardest not to rush you. The faint mewl you let out helps a little. God, he loves the way you sound.

Bringing his tip back to your hole again, you at last begin to sink down. His hips buck weakly, aching for more of you, but you don't allow him to properly move until he's bottomed out. Even with the dull ache from your first round, being split open by him is exquisite. You barely register the strangled moan he lets out once he's fully sheathed. Your thighs are trembling around him and you're far too focused on how full you are. You're not even sure if you can get yourself to move.

"Fuck, Miguel," you keen. "I-"

Without missing a beat he's shifting beneath you, taking hold of your hips and planting his feet apart so he can do all the work instead.

"I can do it, amor," he breathes. "Just let me, baby. Just let me."

"God-" You swallow down a whimper and nod. "Yes please."

So he starts a slow pace, beginning with gentle rolls of his hips while you adjust. When those familiar, delicate whines begin to sound he makes a point to go a little harder. Not faster, really, but there's undoubtedly more force behind each of his thrusts. His own sounds of pleasure escape with them, panted groans and even the occasional growl when his eyes flicker down to where your bodies meet, watching how well you take him.

"Look at you... Paraíso terrenal.."

He grinds up into you, and almost cums right then and there when he feels your insides flutter weakly in response. Beautiful.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he growls. "Gonna cum for me already?"

You're far too caught up in how good everything feels to do anything but moan. That's fine, though. He can tell you're on the edge just as much as he is, and he'll be damned if he's not about to fuck you over it.

It doesn't take long, either. Minutes pass by like seconds, your orgasm creeping up faster than you'd expected. While your insides are spasming he's holding you down on him, hips stuttering as he spills himself as deep as you he can get, body curled up somewhat from the intensity of his own climax. You ride out your shared ecstasy before ultimately collapsing in a sweaty heap.

The both of you are a spent mess, but you're content. Miguel can't be bothered to pull out, but.. honestly?

You're not sure you care.

Sleeping on the couch would be a lot colder without his cock in you, anyway. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

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slytherinqueenrose · 1 year

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The new stylist

Tom Felton x F!reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Y/N is the new stylist on Harry Potter set and quickly becomes Tom’s small crush.

Warnings: It’s just lame. Additionally grammar errors (I’m not a native speaker, sorry for all mistakes!), kiss, some slight curse words, calling names, let me know if I forgot about sth. I don’t see too many imagines with Tom so even though I hardly have time to write, I decided to do so and create something for Tom himself. I know a lot people love him (me too ofc) so here it is, I hope you’ll like it.

I wrote if for my lovely friend @nobodybutapathetic . Kei helped me a lot during the past few days and I am truly thankful that the destiny sent her to me. Have a great day/night dear and a lot of luck during your exams!

Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale. Relax. Those people will like you - nope, hold on - they’ll accept you. That’ll be enough. I came from abroad only to become a stylist on Harry Potter set. The youngest stylist. I had no idea what to expect, what kind of reaction I’ll get from the cast and if my abilities will be good enough. I wanted this job and once I got an acceptance, I knew I had to do everything in my power not to fuck something up. And there I was, standing and waiting by my makeup station, mentally cursing myself. I could have applied for a basic makeup artist job in my small town so I wouldn’t be dying inside and shitting my pants but I had to prove being worth something more. Was I overreacting? Of course I was. Overthinking and being a drama queen was one of my specialities, right after being and artist.

But…

“Well, hello, who are you?” He asked with his brows furrowed. By saying ‘he’ I mean Tom. Tom Andrew Perfection Felton. He wasn’t exactly my idol but I found him very attractive since the very first time I saw him in the Philosopher’s Stone. And then, once he stood right in front of me, he looked more mature, fantastic, bombastic, out of world so just like always. He had his Slytherin uniform on and he came to have his makeup and hair done.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’m a new stylist. Nice to meet you, Tom.” I said, with a nervous smile on my face. His expression softened and a shy smile appeared on his lovely face. I don’t even know when he grabbed my hand I kissed my knuckles in possibly the softest way. I only know that my face has gone red. Scarlet. Or any other shade of red.

“Oh alright, so my first question is if you want me to prepare you or maybe you’ll trust other stylists more and-“

“Of course I want you to work with me. You got this job for a reason and I trust you.”

He then sat on the nearest chair and sent me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. I think I made a good first impression, didn’t I?

“So, tell me, Tom. Have you ever wore a full makeup on set before or maybe your previous stylist used to apply only a bit of powder or concealer under your eyes?” I asked, looking everywhere but his eyes. Yet, he was only staring at me which made me go even more crimson.

“They used to do this and that. I truly don’t know what you mean now.” He laughed.

“Fine. So before I start, I need to do a skin care first so your face will be nice and well prepared for the makeup. Do you know what kind of skin you have? Is it dry or oily maybe?”

“Uhh, normal I guess?”

“Even better. So just close your eyes and I’ll take a good care of you, alright?”

“As you wish, darling.”

Darling.

I craved to hear this word coming from his mouth but I never thought he could direct it to me. It sounded absolutely heavenly and I won’t lie telling you that I almost fucked my job up because I’ve been thinking about this name so intensely. Happily he seemed to not having a clue about what I was doing.

“I’m going to apply the thinest layer of foundation now. It feels very light on skin so it won’t make you feel uncomfortable, I promise.” I said while opening the foundation bottle. Tom only nodded, his small smile still visible. Once I started applying the product, he opened his beautiful, ocean eyes and looked at me with a soft expression. He didn’t say a word which made me hold my breath for quite some time.

“I’ll go with a concealer now and then I’ll set it with powder and makeup fixer …” I kept on rambling while he was just looking at me and analysing my face. It ended up with him falling asleep while I was finishing his face and then started working with his soft hair. Good to know that he actually trusted me so much.

Nevertheless, after finishing my work, I had to wake him up which resulted in the purest view I’ve ever experienced. Tom was a sleepy mess. Cute mess. When his eyes finally landed on me, he smiled sweetly and then he checked his look in the mirror. I knew he was truly happy about the result, so was I. After he got up from his seat, he gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and whispered a quiet “thank you” which had me die inside.

What a shame I couldn’t work with him anymore. Why? Well, the director decided to let me work with the interns only because I needed some practice on set and preparing the most important part of crew wasn’t exactly the best idea. To say that I was pissed off is like saying nothing. Well, hello! I’ve made Tom looking even more fabulous than he actually was! Wasn’t is enough to let me work with everyone? Well, let’s say every great work has its greater issues. Or maybe it’s just me who was simply unlucky. However, I must admit that I felt satisfied anyway because I had a chance to meet Tom and even though I could only prepare him once, it was still the hugest privilege.

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It was mine 5th month on set and yet I had no chance to even look at Tom. His role in the Order of the Phoenix turned out to only last for five minutes of total screen time. Or even less so he rarely appeared on set. Additionally he had another movie he was playing in so his time was limited. Yet, when he came one day, with his older brother Chris, the whole crew was dying from laughter due to Chris’s hilarious sense of humour. Tom seemed so similar to him if it came to joking. I barely could hold my laughter when they started bickering.

“You know, Chis isn’t exactly a type of an artist. Acting is lame, and dance is like ‘fuck off’.” The blond laughed. “Pity. I think you’d look extremely sexy in a tutu, bro.” He said which made everyone bust out laughing and Chris only rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Have you told your friends about your ban from the dvd shop already?” Chris asked which made his brother gone pale. “Don’t look at me like that, Thomas. You were the one who wanted to-“

“Don’t you dare!”

“Easy, maggot.”

Naturally Chris haven’t continued this story while Tom was nearby but some time later he told everyone that Thomas wanted to steal a DVD with a porn video from a shop but unfortunately got caught and banned from the store. Oh Tommy, what a poor thing.

A few days later, I saw Tom sitting alone in the dining hall, during breakfast. He smiled as I entered the room and we exchanged shy “hi”. I could feel his eyes on me for the whole time while I was preparing my food (a cup of coffee which was unhealthy af especially before eating). I felt like he wanted the give me a lesson about a healthy food which would be hilarious since he was the one having fast food for breakfast. But…

“You’ll get in the tire.” Daniel said to Rupert, while entering the hall. I almost dropped my tea spoon, after hearing them. I furrowed my brows instantly. What the f-

“I want to roll you down the hill after work.” The brunette added.

“Are you crazy? I may get hurt.” The ginger boy responded, scared.

“You’ll be in a tire, chill.” Dan said, sipping on his juice.

I looked at Tom and he looked at me. Both pretty surprised. I sat on a counter while sipping my coffee and observing the two “gryffindors”.

“Alright, have you ever seen a car crash?” Dan asked and Rupert nodded.

“The car was ruined.” Grunt replied.

“And the tires?”

The look of the honest shock appeared on Rupert’s face.

“And the tires were absolutely fine.” He said with widened eyes. Then he smirked. “I’m in, I want you to roll me down the hill in a tire.”

At that moment Tom and I were exchanging amused looks while the two of our friends kept on discussing their phenomenal plan. Once they left the both of us bursted out with laughter. They were impossibly out of world.

“Do you think we should inform someone about their ridiculous plan?” Tom asked after approaching me. From the closer distance I could notice his natural dark hair slowly growing which meant one thing - next bleaching session.

“Rules are rules. You mustn’t do anything harmful. So yes, absolutely yes.” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee however suddenly Tom took my mug away. I looked at him with a questioning expression and he just narrowed his eyes.

“Seriously? What about the breakfast first?”

“This is-“

“Oh please.” He shook his head. “I have some spare chicken nuggets. Come and eat at least one, will you?”

Puppy eyes. Oh, those precious puppy eyes. As much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. Firstly because I wasn’t be able to refuse, secondly due to his hard yet delicate grip on my wrist. He pulled me towards his table and sat me down on one of chairs. I had no time to even say a word before he put the whole nugget in my mouth. Well, I’m not a baby? I guess.

“If you don’t want to be fed like a newborn, you have to eat healthier.”

I almost choked myself. Says who? He ate almost three whole sets of McDonald’s meals or lucky meals or happy meals- idk how it’s called honestly. I rarely visit places serving fast food. Not that I am a fit freak - absolutely not. I just prefer cooking myself.

“Considering the fact that I already ate one, just as you asked, wouldn’t you mind giving me my coffee back? I’m about to start a very tiring day with loads mermaid characterisations so I need caffeine more than I need air.” I mumbled, raising my eyebrow. Tom looked me up and down, then looked at my coffee mug and back at me.

“Three more and you’ll have it back. Promise.”

“You already broke one, that’s not fair.”

“I do it because I care, darling.” Again. I almost fainted. I know that many of you may consider this name being just normal and nothing special but believe me, I craved it. I needed it in my life. “I see you’re going scarlet every time I call you like that. Pleasure for me, darling.” He smirked and I bumped his shoulder. Don’t you dare thinking you can play with me like that.

“How’s your present stylist?” I asked, wanting to change the subject desperately.

“Oh, she’s fine. Unfortunately she’s not a fan of the skin care you introduced me to but I think she’s enough I can ask for.”

“Happily your skin didn’t fall off so I consider it a success.”

“I remembered everything you told me about the skin care, you know? I had run to the store right after hearing the sad news about your inability to work with the important cast members. I probably bought the whole shop but my face feels like a baby bum.” He laughed and I nodded, taking a small bite of the nugget that he tried to feed me with. “Perhaps you want to have a closer look?” He added and leaned closer to me, almost not leaving any space between the two of us. I could feel his breath on my lips and our eyes were just at the same level. He was looking my features up and down several times before placing a tender kiss in the corner of my lips. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach and my cheeks burning.

“Well, it’s almost 7 and I-“

“It’s absolutely fine to like me, you know?”

Oh lord

“Not to mention, that I like you too, love.”

What?

“Are you going to look at me like that all the time? Close your lovely mouth before you start drooling.” He teased.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“That you should close-“

“No, before.”

“Do you want me to repeat it?”

I nodded several times as he smiled, his cheeks flushed. At least I wasn’t alone if it comes to blushing.

“I think I’ll better show you.” He said with a smirk and then…

He kissed me. He kissed me straight on my lips. His arms pulled me even closer to him which resulted in sitting on his lap. At first I was stiff however after a while I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him back, much to his satisfaction.

“Ha! I won 20 pounds!” Rupert cheered and the both of us broke the kiss immediately. “I knew that after months of his sighting and talking about Y/N, you’ll finally get together.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be rolled from the hill in the tire?” Tom asked, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Later.”

I could say much about the crew but they for sure were just idiots. Idiots which I truly loved.

#dracotok #draconic #draco fic #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco #draco x you #draco fluff #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #tom felton #tom felton imagine #harry potter #potterhead

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riabef · 2 years

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✎. I regret you all the time VARIOUS X READER

SUMMARY: Have you ever wanted to have your heart broken in less than 10 000 words? I have a solution for you, read this fic. In which, the reader breaks up with the respective male characters. (These actions done by the characters are not made by any means to sway you into not liking them, this is made for the fact that is… breakup… scenarios)

FEATURING CAST: Al Haitham, Cyno, Tighnari, and reader ^^

PRONOUNS: gender neutral, used second perspective, “You” when writing (please inform me if there’s a mistake)

WORD COUNT: 7322 words

WARNINGS: angst! Mentions of breaking up, very… uhh… emotional moments ? Tighnari’s has some self doubt, Al haitham is a little bit of a jerk here. lowkey toxic relationships (?) I was more focused on the break-up part. Fluff to angst!

PROOF-READ: nope! the only witness to this fic is me and this spider that’s been hanging on my wall for the past 30 minutes

AUTHOR NOTES: i love making Angst but first and foremost I love making it everyone else’s problem, I spent more time formatting and tagging this than I did writing it

yes I still don’t know how to center text…. yeah…. also I genuinely do not remember half of what I just wrote so if there’s any grammar errors uh…. Good luck (?)

Alhaitham

Even in darkness I can see the colours shine bright

Yellow, red and blue calling out your name

From the bottom of my heart, it’s so relentless

The love I had for you is trying to break its way free

YUURI. DRIED FLOWERS

“Be careful of Alhaitham”, “Stay safe”, “I don’t like that guy”, are all phrases you’ve heard about the man, more correctly dubbed as your lover. A man who purely operates on rationality, one who finds it far more easier to put a value to things before emotional value. A relationship with AlHaitham requires more than patience, it requires a security in yourself, confidence, and even more patience.

Falling in love with Alhaitham is harder than falling in love with most, love indeed does have its own trials; yet falling in love with Alhaitham is on another level. For a man so deeply unchanging in rationality, he never expected to fall in love, much less, pursue a relationship with someone. This was drastically different from the life he had planned, the caution all thrown away to the wind as he eagerly counts down the minutes until he can see you again.

For a man so rational, he does have his own round-about way of saying “I love you” in the strangest ways ever, but you couldn’t deny that he made you feel as flustered as the day you met, his traits never seeming to bore you, and someone who always loves to keep you on your toes; that is the kind of lover Alhaitham is.

It is very rarely that he will voice the words, but just from his actions you can feel it, you feel it in the scented candles he gives you when he remembers your favourite scent, you feel it in the extra annotations he leaves in your notes when you’re particularly stressed, and you feel it in the way his presence is a never-changing constant, a lighthouse signalling the way home for sailors in the night.

“I have something for you,” He gives you a box, and you can only assume it’s from your favourite bakery again, and you sigh.

“Let me guess, you just so ‘happened to be in the area’ despite it being a 20 minute walk from here, and you just so ‘happened to notice that I was working in the library long enough for a break’ and it also ‘coincidentally appears to be your break-time’?”

“Good, you already know, I don’t need to repeat myself again.” Insufferable jerk.

He takes a seat across from you, taking notice of the textbooks you were working on, storing their titles in his mind, perhaps he’s able to assist you this time–

“You wrote that wrong.”

“Why do I even love you again?”

“I wonder that as well.”

He may be an insufferable jerk, but he’s your insufferable jerk.

Falling in love with Alhaitham is akin to a stormy night on the seas, the waves crashing against the sides of the ship, threatening to drown any of those who come unprepared; the seas that show no mercy, all that comes must take proper precautions rather than wish on the stars for their hopes to be achieved. That, is a better description of Alhaitham. He is a man incredibly fond of routines, although he understands that it’s not meant for everyone, but he does as his schedule allows. Fortunately for you, his schedule always allows for him to spend time with you, pleasant or not.

His fondness for you, as he likes to put it, is expressed, you know it in the way he stays up late with you on rare occasions, looking over your papers. Or when he would ensure that your research involves the proper safety precautions, or when he double checks your itinerary to make sure that everything matches up to his standards.

Although, just because he loves you doesn’t mean that he’s not going to forget what he’s known his whole life, his rationality. It’s not at all easy to discuss his feelings either, unwanted presences making itself known in his usually clear mind aren’t usually what he faced before he met you. Now, it’s as if it’s what he felt everyday.

He’s not the best communicator, he either bottles everything up, or he tends to say it too straightforward that it hurts even you.

“Alhaitham, I understand–”

“No, do you? If you understood then you wouldn’t be doing something as reckless as this.” He looked at you in disapproval, you felt yourself humiliated by his unwavering glare; feeling as though he’s seen through your actions.

In front of him you felt like a child.

A child incapable of being with someone of his calibre, surely he deserves someone much better; someone more capable than you clearly are, if you were just a bit more capable, you wouldn’t be watching as he tightens the splint on your currently broken leg. You wince at the pain, only registering it now, you were far more pained by his disappointment in you than the physical pain you felt.

The more he tended to your leg as best as he could, the more incapable you felt, despite being the lover of the Scribe, you felt so insufficient to be beside him.

In your mind, with every incident you get into, it only adds more to the list of why he may hate you. Perhaps he did hate you after all, even you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

It’s no secret that he does try, although he’s so focused on other aspects that you fail to notice that you can’t help but feel a little bit more surprised when he does reveal his true intentions towards you. If it was already hard enough for anyone else to befriend Alhaitham, it’s even harder to be his lover, in the face of what he believes is rational, you may find it rather off-putting.

Although, you cannot deny the hurt you feel everytime you feel that he’s brushed off your feelings in favour of something that makes sense to him, the sense of familiarity makes its unwelcome entrance in disagreements between the two, as he sighs as though he’s dealing with a minor inconvenience rather than his lover.

You loved him, you truly do. There’s just, circumstances where it’s better to know the other as a memory rather than a constant in your life, the one you wake up to everyday.

You wished that you could’ve worked out, you really did.

“You’ve injured yourself multiple times attempting to perform, and everyone in the Akademiya looks down on your association with the arts.” He says, as he grabs the first aid kit again, after you came home limping with a sprained ankle.

He pauses, as if wondering whether to say reassurances, before he figures that you already know of his worries about you. Although you didn’t.

“And what, are you disappointed in me too? Just like–”

“Yes, I’m disappointed in you. It’s so incredibly obvious that it was dangerous, yet you went anyways, I expected you to know better.”

Biting back your tears you couldn’t help but feel helpless to the frustration that was welling up, “You wouldn’t know, I would give up everything for the arts. I don’t care about what I have to give up, as long as it’s what remains.”

Perhaps it was the amount of frustration that had gotten to you, or was it the pain of you injury? You couldn’t tell as you practically spat the words, “I would give up even you.”

You watch as his eyes widened infinitesimally, trying to take time to process what you had just said, before he wordlessly got up from his kneeling position to tend to your injuries to walk out the door.

You’re left to wallow in the weight of the words you just said, sitting there motionless on the kitchen counter.

It’s not often that you two get into disagreements, with him being so resolute and unchanging in his ways, it was only evident that you two would get into fights, or disagreements about what the other said. To take time away from the argument, either one of you would usually storm out of the house to take a walk, but you always reunited with each other.

Be it awkward apologies for each other’s actions, or simply staying in each other’s presence after having reflected on the argument, it was always enough.

Although as you sat there you had come to an epiphany.

You had plopped yourself down on the bed, remembering the argument from earlier, the words you said, and the words you wished you didn’t. If anything, it would be the opposite, you’d be willing to sacrifice the arts if it meant you could keep your lover happy, you’d be willing to tear yourself to shreds if that was what would bring him joy.

Yet it seems like you always did the opposite of that. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him feel happy because of you, and you were the cause of his distress. A lover should be someone who makes you feel right at home, not someone you argue with on a daily basis.

Hugging the pillows, the cold doing little to comfort you. The storm ravaged the boats, bringing it to destruction, the unrelenting storm destroying anything it could.

Just because you two had always found your way back to each other, doesn’t mean that it was necessarily healthy, you could feel the words you said, and his actions weighing down on you, like endless regrets attempting to swallow you whole. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see you and your lover ignoring each other, or at least go on breaks every so often.

So it was not an unexpected sight to see you and your lover clearly ignoring the other. Except it continued. It was common for you and your lover to have disagreements that woud last about a week, yet this recent argument showed no signs of stopping.

Unregistered feelings kept building up and showed no signs of stopping, Alhaitham notes. Ever since your most recent disagreement, he can’t find it in himself to move past what you said. If he were to admit it fully, without any room for a facade, or any room for any egos to make a big deal; maybe you would’ve known that your words haunted him day in and day out. Every time he’s about to make a turn on the way home, he hesitates before he decides, “one more day.”

Eventually that had extended so long, he just couldn’t figure out how to begin even talking to you.

It’s been a week, 3 days, 7 hours, and 23 minutes since he’s last had that argument with you. That should be enough time for him to recover, it’s petty of him to ignore you for an argument, even if he did feel hurt by your words.

Finding his resolve, he walks, the familiar way to your home, about to turn onto your street before flashes of that moment appear in his mind, he can’t ever forget what you said. If he was any less than he is now, he would’ve accused you of putting him under a spell, memories flash in his eyes as he remembers the way unshed tears were present in your eyes, he can tell just how tiring it was to be with someone like him from the numerous times you had hidden your future artistic plans from him, the way you had hidden future research topics from him.

Of course he’d know, he had just chosen to ignore them to grant you some sense of stability. Even someone like him, understood that this relationship was closely approaching its ending.

Good thing he never believed in fairytales.

It takes a long while for you two to speak to each other, even longer for you to discreetly move his things back to his own home that he still shared with Kaveh, the latter helping you as well. Despite that, nothing escapes his sights, he’s not clueless, he’s far from that. He’s noticed long before you had hoped he would.

He doesn’t know what hurts more, how lowly you had thought of him, or how you were actively reaching out to his roommate rather than him.

It’s been four weeks from the argument when he sees you, it was difficult since it was obvious that you were clearly ignoring him, not wishing to spend any more time in his presence; contrasted to the love he thought you held for him.

Was it so easy to fall out of love with someone?

You finally catch notice of him, you almost spin around from how startled you were, you paused in your movements of handing over some mementos of Alhaitham that he left at your house, every time you looked away, you could’ve sworn there was more items from him than there was from you.

Kaveh, thankfully sensing the mood, returns the box in your arms before he announces his impromptu walk.

In that moment, Alhaitham’s never felt so grateful to Kaveh, seems like the man did have a brain after all.

“I believe we do have a lot to talk about, don’t we?” You start the conversation, lacking the patience to draw this out any longer.

Words, for once, fail him, as he nods, gesturing for you to enter his home.

He was never a verbally expressive man, preferring to speak the bare minimum, speak only what he needs to, and express it eloquently. He was never one for idle talk, yet that’s all he could hope for when he sees your figure taking a seat on his couch. You’re just across him, almost within arm’s reach yet he felt as though you were far away.

“I…” you begin, thinking of a better way of expressing yourself, “I apologize for what you’ve said, I know I won’t be forgiven, but I’d like to apologize regardless. It wasn’t very appropriate of me to treat you like that, especially since you are my lover. Once again, I don’t expect your forgiveness, nor do I expect a sudden change of heart from you.”

“Thank you. I also think there’s many overdue apologies that I need to make as well.”

You two revel in the silence of the room.

The silence disturbed him, it was unsettling, normally he would’ve welcomed it, yet it only felt foreboding now.

“Although there’s one other thing I would like to say,” you wait for his approval before you continue, “I just don’t think this is working out anymore, it’s clear that this relationship only serves to harm us. I don’t think it’d be best if we continued as romantic partners.”

For someone dubbed as the lunatic of the Akademiya, he seems to have deserved the title as he ignores your wistful stares at him, the way you would almost reach out to call for him like you always had. He would pretend to not know that you kept re-reading the textbooks he’d give you notes on, reminiscing on your relationship.

You wouldn’t know either, the fact that he never touched anything that you returned to his home after that breakup. The way that they were so carefully stored away, yet never left to see the light of day again. The remnants of your relationship that he can’t bring himself to erase. The memories of you that he was all to eager to forget.

It’s been a while he’s seen you, and for a moment he doesn’t think he could even forget about you, it simply wasn’t even an option. But he’s never seen you happier.

It’s almost unheard of, to see a scholar and an artist thriving as one and the same, the way you had practically radiated in happiness as you perform. The perfect and elegantly trained movements he remembered seeing you stumble and struggle with, and once again, the fond memories come crashing back, like waves lapping at the sand. And for a moment, he’s entranced in what you’ve become, so entranced that he almost reached out to your hand, so entranced that he almost stayed for your whole performance, and so entranced that he almost confessed. I still love you.

Although, like everything with you, it ends up in a hilariously futile attempt as he returns the way he came.

Cyno

I can’t save us, my Atlantis, we fall

We built this town on shaky ground

I can’t save us, my Atlantis, oh, no

We built it up to pull it down

SEAFRET. ATLANTIS.

A relationship with Cyno entails a lot of things, most of which require patience. The closer you are to fire, the more it burns and that is how you would describe your relationship with Cyno. The fire that once burnt so brightly, built on the fuels of your love and adoration for each other slowly dimmed until all you could do was blow it out.

There were mementos of your love for each other, hidden notes tucked in his papers for him to discover; love hidden in the baths you’d prepare for him when he’d get home, and love prepared for you when he would prepare your favourite foods after stressful days. The fire burnt vibrantly, its heat a testament for the love you shared.

Patience, patience, patience, it was required every step of the way, a man who’s been enshrouded in a world of black and white struggles to comprehend the shades of gray you brought to his world; and you struggle to adjust to a man so steadfast in his beliefs

Although, patience that rivals a saint’s still runs out like grains in an hourglass, people are only people, and so eventually there was only so much you could take before it all started to crack. Cracks in the foundations of your relationship, the love, and admiration for each other simply wasn’t enough to sustain you. It never was.

It’s all become too familiar, to be greeted by an empty bed, the curtains billowing in the night’s breeze. It had become a routine of sorts, to arrive at your house; never to greet your lover. You’d be lying if you didn’t say that you had missed the times when your love for each other was enough. Yet another note lies on the dinner table of Cyno’s sincere apologies that regretted not being able to spend enough time with you.

Somehow, his sincere words left an awfully bitter taste in your mouth.

Understanding can only go to a certain extent, and you prepare to spend another evening alone. You supposed you even missed his jokes, empty words hanging in the air, and the love that once filled the home with a welcoming presence seemed to have dissipated.

Even being greeted by a cold bed was of no surprise to you, the lack of warmth fills you with more thoughts of your lover; was he okay? Was he at least safe? And selfishly, was he thinking of you?

Midnight falls, and you blow the candles out.

It was no surprise, when the relationship started to crumble, slowly and unnoticed by both of you. Putting on a facade despite the yearning for certain words to be said,

When was the last time you heard him say “I love you?”

Empty promises, and empty seats, it was not a strange sight to see you sitting at a reservation, waiting for your lover; although a pitiful sight, those who saw ignored you. Perhaps it was an attempt to restore your dignity, even though the walks back home felt even worse.

You wanted to laugh.

Would it have been strange if you laughed in a street, well past sunset? You would assume so.

Expectations, and far more useless promises; promises of making it up again, promises of being able to do this again at another time. Especially the promise that you could fix what you had together.

The more it happened, the more you noticed the cracks in the relationship, and oddly, how it started to become far beyond your capacity to fix. You loved him, but at that moment in time, you hated him. For the briefest of seconds, you felt the utter resentment build in your heart and swell until it couldn’t be ignored any longer. The love that you could’ve sworn was that all you two needed, wasn’t enough.

The frustrations of giddy flashes of adoration, the nervousness of looking good enough to render your lover stunned, and the expected downfall of it all. The walks home, full of resentment, and embarrassment for having yet another no-show.

That doesn’t mean Cyno wasn’t trying though, he had tried. That was all he did, if you ever wanted answers to any of those questions you asked yourself late at night you would’ve gotten your answers. Yes, he was okay, yes he was safe, and he thought of you every second of his day. Even doing the most mundane of tasks would bring his mind back to you, like a sailor finding solace in a lighthouse on a stormy night.

He thought of you every second that he was given the luxury to think; even if he was in the middle of battle, he would look to the stars and hope that what he was doing was keeping you safe.

For every crack that appeared in your heart, he was there to mend it right away, for every walk of resentment you had, he was there at home, there to soothe your sorrows and mend your heart anew. For every minor disagreement, he would apologize for disregarding your words and leave you feeling the happiest you’ve ever been

He sees you before he hears you. Sitting at the front steps of your shared home, hugging your knees, clothes slightly dry with the new addition of your tears. Whatever he was taught to do, or if he was ever taught to feel shame, he threw it all to the wind as he started comforting you.

His gentle voice, and painful regrets swirling in his soul reflected in his eyes. Nothing ever felt as reassuring as the hug he gave you, and the small kisses on your hands.

For once, his love wasn’t in notes or in the meals he prepared for you, and it consumed you. The flickers of embers in the candles that day slowly relit themselves into a warming fire. You gladly accepted his affections because you were far too scared to figure out how it’d feel without it. It was a question you didn’t want to find the answer to (you hoped to any archon listening that you wouldn’t).

The gradual change of seasons came with more duties, more love to miss, and more love that you wished for. The love that you craved. All you wanted, was to have him back in your arms again, or the lover that you knew that liked ranting to you about TCG invocation, The man that you thought you fell in love with.

It started as a yearning, a yearning for his presence, and a yearning for his comfort on the nights you awoke in a cold sweat. Then it snowballed into a yearning for him, the sorrow that was felt too often became hard to be swallowed, and emptiness in your days.

It came as no surprise when you eventually broke down in tears on one of the days he was at home with you, savouring whatever you had left.

“I…” you started your sentence, hesitating and both trying not to choke on your tears, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

The noise of rain hitting the ground seemed to grow louder in that moment, “I think we need to end this.”

“My love, we should talk about this some more hm? You are right, I can’t be away from home all the time and–”

“I don’t think we can fix this Cyno.”

A moment of silence occurs, and his hand hovers over yours, as if contemplating whether or not touching you would destroy everything you had together.

“Are you sure? Maybe if we talked a bit more we could—“ he pauses, fully taking in your pained expression, “maybe I can fix this, it’s my fault after all.”

The room is silent.

“I beg of you, please let me fix everything one more time, maybe we can go down to the port together, you’ve always wanted to go there. Or maybe if you don’t like that we can go to the forest together like you had suggested for our first anniversary…”

There’s no response from you, and he understood in that moment, that he lost you.

That day, the candles were extinguished, the smoke hanging in the air, and the ashes were all that remained.

It wasn’t easy getting over you and Cyno’s breakup, especially since your former lover had been present in almost every aspect of your life, it was difficult trying to get over him, every night as you cried yourself to sleep all you could think about was him. The way that he told you the worst jokes you’ve ever heard, or the way he wouldn’t hesitate in assisting you in any way he could.

Despite the relationship having been ended, it wasn’t rare for others to see you steal glances at each other, the looks that you’d pretend to be less the wiser of. It wasn’t something that you would’ve blamed him for regardless, for a relationship that had bonds deeper than just love; it was understandable why the both of you couldn’t seem to move on

“You’ve looked at him eleven times in the past five minutes, are you sure you’re really okay?”

You’re snapped back to reality as you’re greeted by the worried face of one of your friends, someone you’ve always been on good terms with, sighing as you remember that life decides to go on despite the crushing feeling present in your chest. “I think so…?”

It wasn’t even fair, you were the one who had broken things off so lamentably, yet you were also the one who missed him. It felt like you were the only one who had missed the others, if anything, rumour has it that the General Mahamatra has been working far more efficiently than he used to. Yet you were still stuck here, rooted to the ground still trying to process the loss of the other.

Of course it wasn’t easy for him as well, the nights he spent wondering about your safety, changed to restless nights he’d contemplate the entire relationship. Eager to forget the pain that now suffocated him day in and day out, he drowned himself in his work, not allowing for a second for his mind to drift to you. It was all he could do to keep himself sane.

The nights were the ones he hated the most, unable to focus his mind on anything else, he was completely and wholly plagued by thoughts of you, losing the ability to forget.

Tossing and turning in the bedsheets that still smelt like you, getting up in the morning, pouring you a glass of water only to remember once the glass was full. He still wears the scarf you knit him when it’s cold, he still keeps the dried flowers you sneaked into his papers, he still has photos of you two together on the walls, he still has your photo in his wallet, and he still loves you.

You wouldn’t be the only one who would sneak glances at your former lover, maybe if you let your gaze linger for just a bit longer, you’d see the way his eyes would always land on you. In some way, he hated it. He hated the way that he was reduced to nothing but a desperate lover who searched for you.

In every crowd, in every festival, in every gathering, his eyes would always wander, searching for a familiar figure, hoping yet dreading the notion of seeing you again.

He watches you, the way that you kept trying to take another glance at him, hoping that it was all the closure that you needed. Unable to tear his gaze off of you willingly, he beats himself up, archons know how many times he did that ever since your breakup.

You notice him catching onto your glances, and out of old habits, you almost felt his name exit your mouth. Luckily you were able to catch yourself, and settled with looking intensely at the book you had in your hands, “Did you need something, General Mahamatra?”

At the name, he almost flinched, unused to the uncaring tone that you had taken. He promptly considered what it’d be like if he could spend time with you rather than imagining worlds where you still belonged to each other. Without even a nod of acknowledgment, he turns around and went back the way he came.

The ashes dance around in the air, and flickers of what once was, rush to your mind as you continue, to no avail, of trying to read the same sentence over and over again.

After that day, you only saw him in your dreams.

Tighnari

But I always thought you’d come back,

Tell me, all you found was

Heart break and misery

It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way

You’re happy without me

LABRINTH. JEALOUS.

Falling in love with Tighnari was frighteningly too easy, maybe it's because everything about him was just so easy to fall in love with, from his sass to the calming reassurances that he’d offer to struggling students.

Falling in love with him was like a marigold growing within the crevices of your heart, the steady growth of the flower pulled you deeper into your affection for him. The archons finally granted all the wishes you could’ve attained, in the form of your lover. The answers to all your wishes, all your wants, all you could ever need, appeared in the form of a man named Tighnari.

Like sustaining a plant’s life with proper care, returning home to your lover had been the constant to your days, tea brewing in the air, and smiles exchanged in the silence of you ridding your coat.

“Hey, I knew you had a stressful day, do you want to talk about it? I even prepared your favourite tea for you.”

What a joke, just by seeing him, all your worries had dissipated away like it always had when you saw him. Grabbing the cup, full of gratitude, you place a quick kiss on his lips. “I’d love that, thank you so much.”

The marigolds that he planted in your heart grew blossomed wonderfully, the golden petals swaying in the gentle breeze, roots that have entangled deep within your heart, racing everytime you see your lover.

When Tighnari was with you, it was easier to do anything, with him, you found how easy it was to laugh, how easily he had allowed your smile to spread across your face. With him, it was easy to let all your worries become nothing but a faraway dream. In your heart, the marigolds that blossomed were taken care of by Tighnari, and take care of it he did.

It was easy to let the dwindling feelings slip away unnoticed, your lover was an amazing person, surely he was just stressed from all of the events that occurred at his work. It wasn’t exactly the most easiest job to keep people from danger in a forest, after all.

To love Tighnari, you truly adored him, it’s just that sometimes, things didn’t work out as planned. Time will tell, and it whispered in your ear; doubts of a long-lasting relationship, the pressure building on your back as you smiled off your pain once again to assure him that no, everything’s alright, you’re just tired.

“You know, your attention’s been lingering on the ground too much, I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with it.” his back was turned to you, in favour of examining some mushrooms growing on the grass.

“Yeah, I think there’s something wrong with the ground because I could’ve sworn I scraped my knees falling for you.”

“You need to stop talking to Cyno so much, he’s starting to rub off on you,” he tuts, sighing deeply before he pretends to contemplate the reasons why he loves you.

He turned, and he was prepared to see your smile like he always had, like he always would. Yet this time, he only felt worry grow, and an undeniable sense of something wrong when instead, your expression reflected barely concealed pain.

You would hope he hadn’t noticed or that he at least ignored the fact that your heart didn’t beat as fast as it normally would when he walked into the room. Maybe then, it’d be easier to pretend that you were still just as madly in love with him as you once were, maybe this was just cold feet. Or maybe you seriously had to check out yourself for any commitment issues.

You had hoped, to every archon, that this was just a passing phase, maybe there was some external factor that you hadn’t noticed. Or maybe this was just a test, to persevere, after all, not all relationships require one to be happy at all times. The irrefutable fact remained, that your feelings for him dwindled by the day.

When most things occur, usually the feeling we turn to most would be denial, denial. You’ve denied any fact relating to the issue as much as you could, swearing over and over again that this wasn’t you falling out of love, this was just some plateau where your feelings had begun to adjust to staying committed to Tighnari.

Surely it wasn’t love that you were falling out of, it couldn’t be. Tighnari was the most amazing lover you’ve ever had, yet you could feel the marigolds begin to wilt, its petals adopting a duller shade of yellow in contrast to the stunning gold that seemed as though it was sown by the stars hung in the sky.

The moments you got alone, you’d contemplate, and maybe if you thought hard enough, your feelings for him would return. At least then, you wouldn’t have to pretend that you were just as in love with him as much as he was, so maybe then you wouldn’t have to deal with seeing his worried face after he notices the dwindling amounts of times you’d smile. As for your heartbeat… you could only hope that he was willing to ignore the fact that he no longer made you giddy like people usually do once they first fall in love.

Walking through the streets of Sumeru City with your lover running an errand, you felt relieved at the strange sense of peace the busy city had filled you. At least here, the silence of the forest wasn’t audible, and here, you could feel the pressure lifting off your back, dissipating at the busy streets, comforting you like he used to. You had always admired cities, seeing people from all walks of life gathered in one place granted you some semblance of comfort.

You no longer felt the heat rise in your cheeks when he’d call you by an endearing pet name of his, or when he’d do the smallest of gestures which always made you feel loved.

You had agreed, to be his forever, to be the only one he’d choose.

You hoped that your heart still had it to act out the part.

His hand eventually found his, a small smile returning to his face once he notices the shock he’s given you. You pray, desperately, that he couldn’t hear the normality of your heartbeat, or the way that you quickly avoided eye contact playing it off as being flustered.

“Let’s go back home.”

Tighnari was no idiot, he’s been the opposite of that actually. It was unmistakable, he used to struggle to hear your racing heart over his own; now, only his heart alone would race. Similar to you, he had hoped, even prayed to the dendro archon, that maybe this will just eventually pass, perhaps it was because he’s been too domestic lately.

Perhaps he should try Cyno’s advice to spice up the relationship.

He was at a loss for words, trying to figure out your heart as though it was some plant that had refused to grow; taking any advice he could get. Perhaps you’re just getting bored of the relationship, he does admit that it feels as though it’s similar to stagnated waters. It didn’t sit right with him to let his lover struggle alone, yet he also recognized the space that you had subtly asked for every time you directed your gaze to the floor.

Skimming through books he found on the subject, he had to stifle the ridiculous remarks he would’ve made if it wasn’t for your situation. Tighnari didn’t wish to devalue any advice that may help resolve this predicament, yet even he recognized how embarrassing these solutions might be.

11. Spend time apart.

Seemed to be the only one helping, he knew the sighs of relief, and how your hands had lost all tension in them when he left for an errand. Or when he gave you the space to think without the pressure of appeasing him.

The rest were laughable advice. Yet, there’s no explanation for how he started planning a date. A picnic under the cover of a tree near a flowing river; something you had always wanted to check off on your bucket list.

He was a determined and self-disciplined individual, yet that’s all nothing if he couldn’t ignite the love that you thought, began to run out.

While he was preparing for your impromptu date, you had begun to reminisce on important relationship milestones hoping that this little trip down memory lane would spark the feelings you were so desperately missing. Similar to how scholars of the Akademiya would spend hours pouring over texts and documents, you spent hours upon hours looking through the scrapbooks of your anniversary, of your birthday, of his, of the memorable moments you spent together.

You still remember the first time you held hands, the first date, the first kiss you shared, and many of the firsts of you two as a couple. You felt nothing but fondness as you had looked back on those wonderful memories, perhaps that was all you really needed, a reminder of why you fell for him in the first place. Maybe you had overthought it and it felt like a bigger issue than it should’ve been.

The days passed by and you found yourself being invited by Tighnari to a certain location beside a river, where the nilotpala lotuses grew in the water, surrounded by the serenity that only a forest could offer.

“And here we are,” Tighnari gestures for you to take a look at the scene before you, and your heart momentarily stops. There were little lanterns that lit up the night, the floating nilotpala lotuses blooming under the moon and stars radiating an ethereal glow; a blanket set aside on the floor with a picnic basket of what you could only assume was some small snacks considering the time. He felt pride at your amazement of the scene, a smile growing when you began to excitedly ask him where he got the time to decorate this as beautifully as he did.

Revelling in your returned admiration, he returned your questions with a quick kiss planted on your forehead, unsaid words exchanged in your minds, I did this for you. I did this for you so I could see your smile again, I missed it.

That night, you spent the comfort that you two desperately needed in each other’s arms, laughing about past mistakes, finding solace in each other about recent struggles. Of course, this resulted in him teasing you about it, “Did you really think I wouldn’t know? Goodness, I don’t know whether I should be disappointed or if I should laugh.”

You smiled once more as the magnolias in your heart began to wilt.

It was an irrefutable fact, that date was helpful yes, but. It had felt so wrong. The feelings you once felt about your relationship had returned tenfold, the uncaring guilt crushing you as the crevices in your heart grew wider. The deeply intertwined roots that you thought Tighnari had in your heart, seemed to have disappeared, slowly but surely.

There was no more room for denial or anger, the bargaining was surely far gone by now, you knew it in the way you stole glances at him when you woke up earlier. You understood what you needed to do when you couldn’t bring yourself to take a look at him when you felt his loving stare when you made him tea after a long day.

It wouldn’t be easy, but it was what needed to be done.

“We have to talk.” Your hands fumbled with the promise ring that he gave you, the seemingly small ring weighing more on you than you remembered it had. The dim lights of the living room helped conceal the distressed look on your face, the kind of expression a guilty criminal would make as they recounted their crimes.

He looked towards you, and within a moment, he understood. All he needed to see was the way the ring weighed down on you, the way that you couldnt begin to speak, the guilty expression you wore.

All he could do in that moment, was give you a pained smile, he spoke as though it would be his last words that you were hearing, “I know. Thank you for everything.” He watches as you kiss him for the last time, he supposes this will do as a goodbye kiss. The desperation catches in his throat as he pulls you in closer, for the last time before he lets you go.

Without much noise, you slip off your promise ring, leaving it on his bedside table before you exit the room.

It takes a long time for him to see you after that, if anything, he’s been intentionally avoiding you. Even stealing a glance at you would bring him unimaginable pain. Even though he can’t bear to think about you anymore he still desperately wishes for you, even though he can’t imagine to change out the coat hanger that’s made for two.

Not much has changed for him since you left, however you begun to find yourself, you surrounded yourself with the friends you loved and adored, and he couldn’t begin to hope for a better outcome with you.

Although he hoped that ending was with him.

His promise ring glints in the sun, shimmering with every slight movement, the sapphire glinting in his misery as he walks by, running another errand; preferably he would’ve had you do it in his place, although you… left.

While walking through the streets crowded of people, he can’t help but notice a familiar face in the crowd, the world stops as the first thing he notices about you is the happy look in your eyes; as though you’ve lived a million lives and you don’t regret a single one of them. Twisted feelings emerge in the shadows behind him as he tries to escape, although it’s futile since you cannot escape memories.

He knows it’s selfish, he knows it’s wrong, yet he couldn’t stop himself from hoping, that maybe you were feeling just as destroyed as he was, maybe you felt even more miserable.

And he guesses, it’s worse, to have seen you so happy while he remains rooted on the ground, still holding onto the magnolias of your heart.

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cosmicck · 2 years

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Sup' so I just found your blog and read the rules and I wanna request sum.

PLEASE DO A SALLY FACE X MALE READER DRABBLE... Sorry I got excited. I like simp for this guy for no particular reason.

Like bottom male reader smut. And uhh Idk you can choose what you want. But like... Omegaverse I beg I just... Idk man have something for this blueberry man.

(also English isn't my main language so sorry for any grammar errors)

Only if you want tho.

-Haru

Ofc I can! Thank you for this request! I was half asleep making this so it's pretty lazy I'm sorry.

Your legs feel like jello while Sal is behind you holding your hips and thrusting into you.

It was the time of your heat and your body was begging to be used by your mate, which you did get ofcourse.

Your moans drowining the room being music to Sals ears, lets him know that he's making you feel good.

"Feel good baby?? Does my cock feel so good inside you??" You nod slightly, no words being able to come out endless pleasure filling your body.

"'M gonna fill you up with my cum till your full, your gonna carry my children yea??" Your eyes roll back, syliva slightly slipping out at the side of your mouth.

Your getting closer to your climax as you grip the sheets, wrinkling them and your nails slightly peircing your skin with how hard your gripping.

"C-close.." you choke out.

"Me too...'m gonna cum inside of you 'kay??" You nod your head again eagerly relasing onto the sheets, not soon after you feel Sals seed enter you, filling up your stomach.

His grip on your waist loosening both of you panting out of exgaustion.

This is nice...imma go take a nap now

#Sally face #Sally face x male reader #Sal fisher x male reader #Male reader #male reader insert

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thecaptain102 · 2 years

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BBC Ghosts Thomas Thorne x (selfish) Self-Insert - Chapter 1

I am currently obsessed with Thomas Thorne from BBC Ghosts, and I want us to fall in love so I'm making this.

Author’s Note: I've never really written fanfiction but my love for Thomas Thorne from BBC Ghosts is making me do it. I will be using my own name because he consumes my thoughts, so if anyone does read this for some reason you can replace my name with yours if it bothers you. There might be grammar errors, but hopefully not. Enjoy, I guess? :)

Link to the outfit Mckenna wears when she arrives at Button House --> https://www.pinterest.com/pin/595812225716576534/

Mckenna Addams has had the gift of Sight ever since she was little. She could see ghosts everywhere she went, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. She even has some ghosts in her childhood home that kept her company and become part of the family. But, Mckenna has been looking for a change from her somewhat boring life in Texas, in her somewhat boring apartment.

Imagine her surprise when a certain video was trending on Twitter. A girl wearing a yellow hoodie that seemed to say 'Butt Ho' made her laugh but also intrigued her when she listened more to the girl's story. "Button House", she thought, "hm". Mckenna found a link to the Button House website that gave more information about the house and how Alison Cooper (she now knew her name) and her husband were trying to turn it into a hotel.

But as she scrolled down, she saw that they were looking for more intimate help with renovating Button House, someone that could be available to help at any time, which led to this being a live-in position to make it easier. Without another thought, she sent them an email asking if this position has been filled, and just as soon as she sent it, a reply came back.

"Looks like I'm moving to England!"

TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS LATER

"Hurry up Mike! We have to get everything cleaned up before Mckenna gets here" Alison told Mike as she was making sure everything looked just right.

"I know" Mike sighed as he was sweeping up the living room. Mike and Alison were surprised when they actually got a reply to their help wanted post on the website but also relieved that they didn't have to do all of the work by themselves. The Ghosts were also buzzing with excitement, well only Kitty was, everyone else was not too sure about this idea.

"Alison, I do not see why we need a stranger in this house when you and Mike are perfectly capable of doing it yourselves." Captain said with Lady Button nodding in agreement.

"You know Mike and I need more hands around here and ones that we can count on. We're going to do a trial week anyways to see how she does" Alison explained to the ghosts as she was tidying up. They all still didn't look too convinced, but it was too late as a knock was heard at the door.

"Oh! That must be Mckenna" Mike said to Alison as she followed him excitedly to the door. Alison and Mike composed themselves as soon as Alison swung open the door revealing an also very excited Mckenna. As soon as Thomas saw Mckenna, time stopped still, and he had to somehow catch his breath as she was welcomed by the only two living people in this house.

"It's so nice to meet y'all in person!" Mckenna exclaimed as she went in for a hug with Alison and then Mike which caught them off guard.

"Oh god! She's a Yankee!" Lady Button yelled in despair.

"At least she's good looking" Julien smirked as he straightened his tie.

"It really is. Thank you so much for contacting us, we really needed the help" Alison said.

"It's no problem! Uhh, my back is killing me from the flight" Mckenna sighed as she straightened out her back.

"That bad huh?" Mike questioned as he grabbed her bags and walked them into the living room while the two girls (and the ghosts) followed.

"10 hours next to a chatterbox? Yeah, it wasn't the best" Thomas hasn't looked away from Mckenna since she walked through the door. He has never felt anything like this before, not even with Isabelle or Alison. As Mckenna sat on the couch across from where Alison and Mike were sitting, he couldn't stop the bewildered gaze as he continued to stare at her.

"Who is this siren that has stolen my gaze? This enchanting creature that makes me want to sing out to the heavens" Thomas dramatically proclaimed while never leaving her side which made all of the other ghosts sigh.

"Here we go again," Robin said as Thomas sat next to Mckenna, still staring at her. Alison rolled her eyes at Thomas's antics as she listened to what Mike and Mckenna were saying.

"So, that's all we still need to finish in the house and hopefully with your help it will get done faster," Mike said as he finished explaining the future plans for Button House.

"This place is going to look amazing when we’re finished!" Mckenna said confidently as she gave them a thumbs up, which made them feel somewhat relieved. There was a quiet moment as Mckenna was looking around the room.

"This place really is beautiful. The pictures you have online don't do it justice" Mckenna said, "At least she has some taste", Lady Button said as the Captain agreed with her. As Mckenna was done taking in her surrounding, she looked back at Alison and Mike and asked,

"This place is haunted, right?" To say everyone was stunned was an understatement as Mike and Alison scrambled to form an answer. Thomas became even more intrigued with her as he looked at her, at Alison and the other ghosts, and then back to Mckenna. But as soon as he looked back at her, Mckenna whipped her head to stare directly at Thomas and yelled,

"BOO!" Thomas jumped and screamed so high; that he almost touched the ceiling. He felt he had a heart attack even though that wasn't possible. The other ghosts had a mini heart attack as well as they were also not expecting that. While Thomas was trying to catch his breath, Mckenna was laughing her ass off as Mike was the only one confused about what was happening.

"Hahahaha I'm sorry," Mckenna said between breaths, "I couldn't help myself," She said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"You can see them?" Alison questioned.

"Yeah," Mckenna said as she finally managed to calm herself down, "I've been able to see ghosts ever since I was little" She explained as Mike grumbled,

"Great, another person who can see ghosts"

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts x reader #bbc ghosts thomas thorne #thomas thorne x reader #self insert

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dolliedarlin · 2 years

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This was longer than expected, sorry!

You couldn't sleep due to an overactive stomach, you were glued to the warmth of the bed but of course, the agonizing hunger pains got the best of you. While manoeuvring your way over the sleep-drunk pros, your leg gently brushes over Kiri’s arm…your breath hitches as you throw your head back searching for an indication of consciousness, there was nothing but a little twitch from the large man who was seemingly fast asleep.

Once your feet finally touched the cool hardwood you tiptoed your way outside of the shared bedroom. Your ‘night crawling’ was successful as you came in contact with the bottom of the stairs. Sluggishly you enter the kitchen, going straight for the freezer. ‘Uhh, thank goodness Denki remembered’ you think spotting out your favourite frozen treat. You hastily grab a spoon and with a sigh of relief take a bite. This relief was suddenly replaced with panic as you heard loud footsteps coming near, you turn around scared you may have woken Bakugou but it was just Kiri and his signature smile.

”Midnight cravings huh?” He asked as he reached into the refrigerator for water. You nod still coming down from the initial shock, “Me too” Kiri giggles. “Did you want some?” you offered smiling, “I wouldn’t want to impose” Kiri says as he takes a huge chunk out of the treat, you jokingly dramatically gasp causing you both to quietly laugh. You two were bent over the nearest island, talking about a range of subjects. Once the frozen treat was finished you get up to throw it out, when the Microwave time catches your eye, it reads “3:57.” ‘That can’t be right’ your eyes travel to the oven time to double-check it reads “3:57.”

“Oh my, it's gotten so late Ei!” he turns around and looks at the clock himself “oh wow it has,” he says just above a whisper. Kiri almost looked conflicted like he wanted to ask or maybe even tell you something. You watch him for a moment in silence when you finally decided to pry at him, “what’s up?” You say sweetly sitting on the countertop, you are now at eye level with Kiri looking deep into his crimson eyes. “Uh it's nothin' really,” he says growing increasingly redder.

You can’t help but find this cute and continue to push the subject. “Aww come onnnn it's just us down here,” you say with a slight sultriness evident. Poor Kiri couldn't even look you in the face, “well…I just wanted a kiss goodnight..” he trails off, it was pretty obvious that wasn’t the only thing he wanted. “Why didn't you just say so” you chuckle, gently placing your hands under Kiri’s strong jaw, while pulling him into a sweet kiss that was meant to be innocent.

It slowly turned into a long sensual makeout sesh that left you both breathless and needy. Your hands were tangled in his fire red locks as his hands searched all over your body it was addicting. (Had to stop here it was reaching nsfw territory haha)This all came to a slightly embarrassing end when a hungry Denki came into the kitchen. He flipped on the light switch and there were you and Kiri all tangled up on the countertop, you both pull away from the kiss….only a string of saliva connecting you two. Denki stared with wide eyes at the display. “I- uh…were you two gonna…?” He laughs awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

I was gonna read back over this for errors but im pretty tired now its 2:22 am here :); about time to hit the hay!

omg! i don't think i need to add anything to this, this was so beautifully written even though you said this was something you wrote at 2am! that's amazing!

from reading it, there's hardly any grammar or spelling mistakes i can point out, your writing has really come a long way, why don't you have your own writing tumblr blog, dollface? you'd definitely be my go to place for bakusquad scenarios x

#love; dollie #★ : beautiful cc #⟢ : comet cc #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad scenario #kirishima x reader

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reedafan456 · 1 year

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Photo: via Pinterest.

☐ JOEL MILLER X FEM Reader ☐

During Outbreak.

Warnings : adult language, smut, possible grammar errors, dominance, sub, use of y/n, name calling, just sluttiness,

Let me know if I missed any.

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Summary : Joel is not in Wyoming for long, so you take care of him before he leaves.

You had been in Jackson Wyoming for a few weeks now and you planned on keeping it that way. You never stayed in one place for too long, Paranoia and anxiety kept you that way. And it worked out. In exchange for paranoia and anxiety you got to make your way through this hell of a world even if it was barely. Your ways and methods had kept you going. Even if they weren’t the most logical and irrational. You “lucked” out every time.

When you were first found by Maria and her team you thought that going back with them was going to be like imprisonment or captivity almost. Not a lot of people were genuine. But It was a community and you were occupied and you decided to just take the opportunity, the sign, After all everything happens for a reason. You thought why put yourself through the pain and the trouble of your arrogance. You decided not to be stubborn and to follow your gut, to stay there. But you knew if you had to be alone again you could do it so you enjoyed what you had but you still held onto that part of you. Of course.

You had a job there, your own little shop. You proved to be really good with your hands. So, you carved things, pottery here and there, did some stuff with clothes, you made drinking bottles, baskets, knit bags, a little wood work.

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“Heyyyy” she said shyly as she walked in.

“Hi Hayley,” you said laughing.

“Did you break your basket again?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Uhh yeah”

Hayley was one of your usuals; she was almost a teenager and super sweet.

“That’s okay,” you said giving her it’s no problem face.

You focused; working on the basket, this time tightening the material so it could last her.

You both looked up at the same time when you heard some commotion outside. And shared confused looks with one another.

“Ohhh wait that’s Tommy’s brother,” she nodded her head as she remembered.

“How do you know?” you said lightly furrowing your eyebrows.

“I’ve heard rumors.” she said blankly like she zoned out.

“Anyways I have to be home soon are you almost done?” she said facing you.

“Oh yeah just a sec..”

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Later in the Day.

Tommy and Joel conversation.

"Eh Joel you should probably get that Jacket fixed up huh," Tommy said pointing and grinning.

Joel looked down at his green denim torn up jacket. It came in handy, it was extra protection. Having layers were good if your everyday life was anything like Joel's.

Come on there's a little shop around here," Tommy said patting Joel's back.

"Real nice girl, y/n, she'll fix you up real good," he said confidently.

Tommy exhaled "Alright we're here, I'm gonna go help Maria with some chores,"he said waving and walking away.

Joel opened the door to your shop and the door chimed.

"Hey is Y/n here?" he knocked on the wall.

"Hi," you said Popping up from the counter. You had been on the floor rearranging some stuff.

"My brother Tommy said you could help me with my jacket." Joel said in a deep tired voice.

"Yes of course I can, anything" you said trying to hide your smile.

You were already a slut for this man and just heard his voice. Not to mention his figure and the way he stood, they way he looked rough, the way he looked like he could use some taking care of.

"What can I do for you and your jacket?" you said finally smiling.

You hoped he said "you can let me use you and fuck you sweetheart, then fix my jacket"

But that was impossible, you had just met the man. But you knew you'd get your way with him.

You examined the jacket.

“Okay so I could do it now or I could wash and retouch it and have it to you by tomorrow morning if that’s okay.”

Joel looked at you.

“It’ll be a lot better if you wait I promise, you said breaking the silence.”

He nodded.

“Okay thank you.” he said

He was being extraordinarily difficult but you figured it was just his character and he looked like he’d been through a shit load of hell.

“I didn’t get your name,” you said trying to keep a conversation.

“Joel,” he said forcing a little polite smile

“You should stick around if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company,” you said plainly.

You look at seat on the couch and eyed him waiting for him to sit next to you. He sat.

“So will you be staying here, I saw you come in earlier with the team,” you said laying your head in your hand against the couch.

Joel cleared his throat.

“Not long, might leave tomorrow” he said getting more comfortable on the couch.

“Oh come on, you look like you could use the break, and I have it you reunited with Tommy..”

You grabbed his hand, and held it in your lap.

“Are you in rush?” you said battering your eyes.

“A little,” he sighed.

“Well let me take care of you before you go.” you said climbing on his lap.

You put your hands on his shoulders and carried them down to his wrists. Trying to untense him.

“Relax Joel,” you said massaging his shoulders.

He began to relax. You put took his hands and placed them on your hips.

You cupped his face and kissed him, playing with the back of his hair as you did. You felt his hands on your hips tighten. His mustache scratched your face each time you connected your lips but that was the least. You could taste the hunger in his lips and you felt for him.

You reach your hands down and unzipped his pants, grabbing his cock from his underwear. Still on top of him stroking his hardened cock, looking him in the eyes.

You moaned and kissed him. You pulled away from the kiss, and Joel greedily grabbed your face rushing back into an intense kiss.

You smiled through the kiss still stroking his cock.

“Cum for me Joel,” you said biting your lip.

You spat on his cock lubricating it.

Joel grunted, holding back his moans.

“Joel I want to hear you, Do I make you feel good Joel?”

“oouh y-yes babygirl”

You looked down at the white gooey mess Joel made in your hands.

Joel threw his head back unto the couch.

You smiled at what you accomplished.

You got up and stood in front of him removing your clothes as he watched you. You wiggled as you removed your skirt, And jiggled your cute ass removing your top.

You got back on top of Joel and he squeezed your boob and ran his hands on your naked body that goosebumps started the form on.

“Your so goddamn sexy baby,”he whispering into your neck.

“Mmhm,” you replied.

Feeling his warm breathe on your neck made you feel so enchanted.

He put soft kisses all over your chest and kissed you like he meant it.

“Joel..please put your cock inside me,” you said submissively.

“Anything for your sweetheart,” he adjusted himself on the couch and took his cock in his hands.

“Now you let me know if you can’t take it anymore alright,” he said waiting for a response.

You nodded.

He put himself inside you and you began easing onto his cock. You moaned as you went further and started bouncing on his cock when you got used to it. His cock against your walls was something unprepared for his cock was so fitting.

“Mmmm Joel you feel so goood,” you said playing with your boobs.

He held onto to helping guide you on his now wet throbbing cock.

“Fuck babyyy” he buried his head in your chest.

He flipped you onto the couch and hovered over you, Looking into your eyes. You opened your legs wide eager for him to insert himself back into you, and he did so”

“Couldn’t wait to have me inside you again huh,” he grinned

“yesss Joel my pussy was crying to have you inside me,” you said

His cock slide in and out of you at the perfect pace, rubbing on that G spot every time.

“Joel go faster,” you begged.

“How do you ask for that sweetgirl” he said sternly.

“Please Joel go faster im gonna cum,” you pleaded.

Joel began making faster steady thrusts into you. He felt your walls tighten against his cock, and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“Ooou fuck I’m coming,” you said Squirming.

Your body began retracting from Joel’s cock, because the pleasure was so good, you couldn’t take it.

Joel held you back in place. Hums and moans left your mouth didn’t even make sense at this point.

“Where you you want it darling? I’m coming”

“All- all”

“Use your words baby, c’mon”

“All over my tummy pleaseee,” you got out.

Joel pulled out and his warm white sticky cum squirreled all over your tummy.

At the same time you squirted and came all over the couch.

“Let me clean you up baby,” he kneeled down.

Facing your sore wet cunt.

“You look so sweet baby,” he started eating at your folds. And licking at your ass where your juices had flowed down to.

“Mmmm,” you squeezed your legs in pleasure.

“Mm mm,” Joel said shaking his head and opening your legs wide.

He slipped his finger into your tight pussy and licked and circled your clit with his tongue.

You lifted your body of the couch as Joel unexpectedly slipped a second finger in.

He held your body down of course.

“Please make me come Joel..please”

“I want to cum all over your fingers”

“Don’t worry darlin’ he said mouth stuffed.

He slipped his tongue in slide you and rubbed on your clit with his thumb intensely.

“I’m coming!,” you screamed.

- Pt. 2?

- I take requests.

- Will do other characters.

- Feedback?

#joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel miller fanfiction #smut #the last of us #tommy tlou #joel tlou #reblog #Joel and y/n #reedafan456 #joel m #tlou fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #tlou x reader #tlou smut #tlou joel #maria tlou

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conchelle · 2 years

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This game, I have a lot of thoughts. Like a lot of lot of thoughts.

I managed to find an unfinished translation of Warau Warawau and of course I immediately downloaded it. Supposedly this one is low quality but honestly I didn't feel like it was any worse than Towelket 1's translation. Yeah the grammar is a bit off and there's tons of spelling errors but I was able to follow through with the story regardless. But who knows! I'm not a translation expert and I'm not really picky.

But to the game itself!

Uhh, in terms of visuals the game looks really nice and it's very much its own thing. I'm really not sure how else to describe but it's something I've honestly never seen in another RPGmaker game. I can easily see other people a little off put with how cluttered everything is but I genuinely appreciate it just for the aesthetic alone. Thankfully the game gives you the ability to remove the I guess...screen decorations once a certain character joins your party which is pretty early on.

There are these really weird but fun interactables throughout each area. I'm really not sure how else to describe them but they're honestly a really cute touch. There are some points in the game where they're necessary to progress and I enjoyed that a lot as well. It managed to keep each area interesting and spiced up the typical move from point A to point B RPGmaker format.

Surprisingly enough this game has different outfits you can make Warawau wear. They're only a cosmetic thing but again it's a super cute and nice touch. I think the only other RPGmaker game I've seen attempt this was Mogeko Castle and those were only available in the bonus room which I always thought was a little disappointing.

But uhh now time for like the actual story that somehow ruined me

Big spoilers time:

I'm not even sure where to start with this one. Admittedly, I don't have the full story since there's what I assume to be an epilogue at the very end that's untranslated but regardless I'm just going to speak my thoughts on the whole thing.

Now I'm really not too fond of the whole "It was all a dream" type twists in any media. Yet this game managed to pull it off in a way that honestly wasn't awful. It didn't even end abruptly unlike some of the other games.

The whole twist definitely doesn't just come out of nowhere too. When Warawau first finds herself in the Laughing World she immediately expresses desire in wanting to wake up from it all. The story itself is also very very loosely based off of Alice in Wonderland which does end up just being a dream by the end of the book.

But of course with all twists and story elements, simple foreshadowing doesn't automatically make it good. Yet the game managed to avoid leaving me with such a meh feeling after the ending.

Now before I go on I will say that I'm not sure if these interpretations are anything close to the experiences of those with disability. I'm not disabled and I am simply pulling from the material this story is offering to me.

At the end of the game it's revealed that Warawau is suffering from Locked-In Syndrome and this whole game, even the few bits of what we assume is normalcy to her at the start of the story, was all just a dream she was having while in this state. The friends that accompanied her journey along the way were just dolls her mother (Pucchi) gave to her and frequently uses as characters in the stories she tells.

So like what does this mean? Are all the events that occurred in this game just obsolete now because it was all in her head? This is honestly the biggest flaw with this kind of ending. It often comes off as the author just going "Yep nothing in this story actually mattered goodbye!" but it's not like that in Warau.

Throughout the game, her companions (Chihedo and Nyanyamo) constantly torment her. Nyanyamo is more direct, outright belittling her at every chance she gets while Chihedo refuses to stand up for Warawau despite being her "guide" and often throws her under the bus in order to save her own skin. Warawau reacts accordingly but still expresses a desire to be friends with them despite all that. She's not an outright people pleaser yet there is never a point where she attempts to remove herself from the situation.

I can't help but feel like this is meant to show just how desperate Warawau is for contact with literally anyone who's willing to stand by her. Being in this state making friends is likely something she never got to do. This story could have very easily made these characters an idealized version of what friendship is like but I honestly feel like it wouldn't be as impactful. After all dreams in real life aren't always lucid nor are they are one-to-one reflection of our lives. You can't always have your ideal life presented to you but you can still voice your own desires just as you do in real life. Even if the people in her dreams aren't ideal she still desires to make a connection with them.

There is only one character who is portrayed as "ideal" in Warawau's dream and it's Minpo who is given the "Hero" title. Her introduction to the story is rather bizarre and sudden yet it makes sense, especially after playing Towelket 6 (even though they're technically not the same characters). We don't see her enough to get a good feel for her personality and I'm sure it was intentional. Her only concern is protecting the Princess (Warawau) and seemingly has no other goals of herself beyond that. The only time she actively rejects Warawau, she quite literally changes her mind the next morning and is shown to be eager to fulfill her desires once again.

In Towelket 6 a similar situation was shown where Warawau projected her deceased sister's image onto Minpo and often disregarded Minpo's own feelings and issues for the sake of seeing her as nothing more than an object that she has some twisted duty to "protect". In TK6 Warawau will gladly try to lie and deceive Minpo if it means getting her way.

The only character Warawau shows active contempt for in her dreams is Pucchi who acts as an abusive maid in her dream. When it was revealed she was actually her mother in the real world and clearly caring one at that I was confused by this weird choice. At first it felt like shock value for the sake of it but looking back at the moments leading up to the ending I can almost make sense of this as well.

One of the first scenes we're shown at the start of the game is Maid Pucchi going out of her way to humiliate Warawau by giving her a pink tricycle to ride to school even though she's 17 years old. Even Minpo questions it later in the game, wondering why she would have such a childish thing at her age.

I feel like Warawau resent Pucchi deep down. Not because she's a bad mother but because she feels humiliated and infantilized in her current state. Her room in the real world shares a similar shade of pink with the tricycle that's used to humiliate her. In the dream world, her room has an opposite vibe where it's full of monochromatic greys and dull green. It's not necessarily depressing but gives off a much more "gothic" and mature look.

Even then, Pucchi's personality is not consistent in the dream world. While she's cruel towards Warawau in the false real world, she's much more helpful during the few times we see her in the Laughing World. The other characters often reiterate how much of a good person Pucchi is in the dream world. Warawau often disagrees or simply doesn't understand. This makes me believe that Warawau's feelings towards her mother are rather complicated and constantly fluctuating. On one hand she sees her as nothing more than a maid who takes pleasure in humiliating her and on the other she sees her mother as a genuinely helpful figure- but overall she still desires to be away from her.

Towards the end of the game, it definitely feels like the characters have softened a bit, becoming a little closer to a more ideal version of themselves. Minpo marries Warawau practically on the spot. Nyanyamo's tormenting softens a bit, the other characters even point it out. Chihedo outright admits that she loves Warawau and they're all ready to join Warawau's false reality and attend her school despite having no reason to. In her introduction, Nyanyamo even mentions going to her own school. However the plot stops them from doing this.

I suppose the only thing that amounts to nothing in the story is the initial conflict itself though I'm sure there could be more to it. I'll definitely revisit the game and read into that more closely but even with my limited ideas on what it really means- if it means anything at all, it certainly adds a sense of dread.

Even in her dream, Warawau doesn't get a happy ending. Her ideal life is abruptly interrupted and she's plunged into even more confusion before she finally wakes up at the end. She wakes up to her mother taking care of her as always and she goes on to think about how she's incapable of doing anything in this state. She can't even laugh. Pucchi does the best that she can to cheer her daughter up by making her feel more comfortable but she is unable to read her daughter's thoughts- there's a permanent disconnection between the two.

Perhaps the purpose of the conflict was simply to serve as a reminder to Warawau. When she wakes up, everything that she gained and learned and developed disappears and there's nothing she'll be able to do about it. She can visit the Laughing World a thousand times in her dreams but she'll never be able to laugh in real life.

--Spoilers End--

Phew that was a lot but this game made me think a lot! Moreso than any previous Towelket title I've played. This is definitely my favorite game out of the ones I've played now. I expected a lot and I wasn't disappointed. At first I thought the game was a little too short but after attempting to replay it in the same day I realized it's a decent length.

I hope someday it's properly translated, perhaps I'll be able to understand the story much more.

Warau Warawau > 1 > Fury > 6 > 4 > 3

#towelket #yeah i had a lot to say #i love this game so much it's insane #probably one of my most favorite rpgmaker games of all time #towelket diary

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edwardnortonwhore · 1 year

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Old & new || mike wheeler x male!reader - part 5

A/n: started this at 00:36am so I apologise for any spelling errors or grammar or shit.

Notes: mostly angst, some fluff at the start/end.

Random: I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS AN AHS HOTEL CROSSOVER CUS WHY TF NOT SO THAT IS IMPORTANT ASWELL!!!!

Warnings: swearing, violence, homophobia, jealous!el, underage smoking, reader ends up in the hospital, extreme gore, seizures, injury detail.

Summary: Mike broke up with eleven over a year ago and has found someone new. That only one person actually knows about in the world. But when el follows Mike home one night she finds something out and loses her temper... badly.

"Well, uh, this is it." Y/n broke out of his emotional haze and unlocked the door. He had only just noticed the keyring that still adorned the metal, a small glass heart. It had a golden latch at the top that opened and was filled with a red liquid.

The memory came back all too fast and y/n found himself fiddling with it as if to dissuade Mike from asking about it.

However, they both entered the room together and as he had remembered, it was still pretty much identical other than the change of scenery from the large floor to ceiling window on the far wall.

When first walking in there was door leading to a spotless, rouge themed bathroom with a rainfall shower and a sink with a large, Hollywood mirror. Along with a toilet and a towel rack that held fresh towels.

After the door there was the actual room. A television on the wall, surrounded by mountains of posters, magazine cutouts, photo frames and fairy lights. It made y/n smiled to think that they had left the room this way, not giving it out to customers or even redecorating. It still had its original red and gold patterned carpet and the red velvet bedframe that sported a double mattress adorned with all types of black pillows, blankets, a quilt, throws. Anything comfy. There was a large wardrobe on the side wall that opened up widely. The clothes were now in boxes, probably to stave of any moths that wanted a snack, even though non of them would fit anymore.

"Holy shit this is so cool!"

"I decorated it with Donovan when I was twelve. I begged Elizabeth to let me have a room outside the penthouse and she finally caved when I got dono and even Sally to join in."

"It must of been so cool living here as a kid!"

"Sometimes, yeah. I met alot of cool people, famous, about to he famous, all sorts. You know elvis presley stayed here? And Marilyn Monroe! And Ralph maccio!"

"Woah!"

They pair continued to chat idly as they put their stuff away and soon y/n was distracted fiddling with some things in a box.

A bracelet, a few papers, all autographs, some old coins, a few vintage cigarette boxes, some eccentric lighters, and some photos.

Mike sat down beside him and looked over his shoulder quietly.

One photo was of a much younger y/n being carried by Elizabeth who looked exactly the same as now. He was wearing denim jeans and a plain white shirt, his hair was lighter and he was smiling.

The next photograph was of y/n and another 2 kids, around ten maybe? An oddly familiar girl with ginger hair and a blonde boy. Mike swore he'd seen them before.

"Who are they?" He asked casually, resting his chin on y/n's shoulder.

"Uhh," he paused, "the girl is molly ringwald and the boy isssss corey haim." He smiled and Mike's jaw fell open and he leaned back against the bed.

"That is so fucking cool!"

"Fuck yeah man! The coolest!"

"Oh fuck wait, what's the time?"

"Uh I dunno."

"Fuck we need to go meet the others."

"Oh shit yeah. Forgot about that." Mike laughed and grabbed a jacket while y/n reached into the wardrobe and moved a panel to reveal a small space. He pulled out a denim jacket with all sorts of patches and badges sewn on. They were from all sorts of places, countrys, concerts, shops, bands, everything. He carefully placed it on and grabbed the keys. He hung the key and small glass heart around his neck by a chain like he did when he was younger and opened the door for Mike.

They walked down the hall hand in hand and eventually reached the elevator, clicking the first floor option and ending up at the bar. They walked over and sat down, liz stood behind it in a bright blue dress. She walked over and leaned on the counter.

"Kids. What can I get you?"

"Uhhh, can we reopen my stash please liz." He smiled and Mike turned to him confused.

"Stash? What stash?"

"Oh don't worry hon. Its just a shit load of discontinued energy drinks that y/n decided to bulk buy 7 years ago. They dont expire till 2040."

"Ohh. Why?"

"I have no clue. I liked the cans."

Y/n replied, drumming his hands on the table. A minute later liz passed over 2 glasses of bright pink fizzy liquid with ice and strawberries.

Y/n took a long sip and smiled. "Amazing." He nodded like a food critic. Mike laughed yet again and sipped on his contently, waiting for the others who eventually came bounding across the lobby balcony and sat down.

"We got lost, four times." Dustin declared.

"It was lucas' fault!" Max retorted.

"Shut up, it was not!"

They began to bicker between eachother while the others decided to move over to the larger sofas on the edge of the balcony. Y/n nodded and smiled at liz, paying even though he wasn't obliged to. And sitting down in-between Mike and dustin.

They began their usual conversation. How it was nice to be away from Hawkins and monsters and the upside down. But y/n knew they were never far from danger. Especially not here. But they were safer. And he was okay with that.

About 30 minutes later, John walked passed and stared at the group of teens confused before spotting y/n.

"Y/n/n!" He said loudly, smiling.

"John!" He got up and stepped over Mike, hugging the ex-cop.

"How've you been? I haven't seen you for years."

"Good, good. Uh, Alex passed a few years back. Murder."

"Oh fuck."

"Don't bother with the pity act, not even I liked her."

"So is it okay to ask who did it so I can go win or lose a bet I made with Donovan before I went to Hawkins?"

"Sure, it was the twins." He smiled.

"I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! YESSS!"

He waved his arms in the air.

"200 BUCKS MOTHERFUCKER!" John laughed with a wide smile and patter him on the back.

"Do me a favour and don't spend it on cigarettes? Please?"

"What if they're blue ones?"

"Y/n- oh you know what they sound pretty cool, fuck it."

"Yess."

He sat back down and recieved some strange stares.

"What?" He looked around.

"She was murdered? And you know who did it? And you had a bet?"

"Yeah" He paused, "oh wait yeah this hotel's pretty fucking weird so yeah if you hear something like that no you didn't." He smiled and sipped his drink.

It was about half past midnight when the party decided to head back to their rooms. All walking slowly along the corridors. To their rooms they went and eventually into bed. Fast asleep.

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OK I’LL GET WU CHANG THEN. SHOULD I GET FEMALE DANCER OR PRISONER AFTER THAT?? WHICH ONE⁉️ ALSO I’LL GET NAIAD AFTER GETTING THE REST SO YEAH!! Anyways I am thinking of saving up for the grey haired blue eyed guy cause uhh..simp y’know?! Also I agree about the skin tone part we barely have any dark skinned characters that are playable. The only one that comes to mind is Kaeya (sorry if I forgot an others) also! When the dendro archon was released MANY people were annoyed at the fact that she was WHITE A GHOST, SHE’S WHITER THAN KLEE AND DIONA!! From what I heard she’s based off a Buddhist poem about a very pale fairy who’s short and how you shouldn’t hudge someone’s height off their wisdom. Honestly I didn’t really mind that much that she was short and that pale, Mihoyo has done worst and also she’s like hundreds of years older than us so we can’t judge our elders 👵 and now I’m sad that I won’t get yoimiya, I’ll still pull for bennet tho he’s good to have so yeah!! I was scrolling through my YT and found a pretty funny/entertaining video, it’s gacha. Which I used to be a part of but drifted away from because I no longer played nor watched on so yeah!! Laugh at me 😭😭 please whenever gacha is mentioned you will get poked fun at 😤😭😭 Sorry for grammar errors but bye!! - ☁️

https://youtu.be/2ihjYIHx448 (the gacha video and the comments basically saying more about the archon)

UHHH GET PRISONER. HIS CONNECTION THING IS PRETTY EASY TO UNDERSTAND. ITS BASICALLY HOW MUCH OF UR CIPHER SPEED U WANT TO PUT INTO THAT OTHER CIPHER.

And are you talking about Photographer? Haha he's pretty easy to play too. Just have to find the survivors before they can finish the ciphers too quickly. He does half the damage that would've been in the real world when he's in the camera world. Chairing a surv in the camera world = downed. Find them quickly before they can get back up again!

Card trick is harder to understand, but you'll understand it with practice and time.

And yes he is veryyyyyyy fineeeeee (I was obsessed with him when I first entered the fandom)

I actually do have Bennet! Got his second constellation last night while trying to pull for Mona AGAIN. But it's okay ig since it's Benny boy 😊 He is nice support for my team and all, but uh, I still don't really understand his ultimate. I think it's maybe to heal ur teammates while also kinda damaging other enemies when you use it? Idrk lol

My sister had a gacha phase like 2-3 years ago. One of her really bad quality videos kinda got attention lol

It had like 63k views or smth. The comments were either telling her it wasn't good or it was incredibly amazing. But she deleted it now SO I GUESS THATS JUST TOO BAD 😭😭

And dw all interests are welcome on this blog! I love it when people share media that makes them happy! Just as long as it's not too weird or nsfw or something lol

Although I did laugh a little at the mention of Gacha Life hehe

#cloud anon #anon #ask

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tae-cup · 4 years

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.hamartia. ‘Part 6,

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f) x Taehyung (?)

Genre: Mafia!Au, Fluff, Angst (Mostly angst oopsies) I DO NOT CONDONE BEHAVIOR DISPLAYED IN THIS, PLEASE IT’S FICTION AND DON’T DO STUPID THINGS THANK YOU

Plot: Y/N is a skilled, well, torturer, though you don’t like to call yourself that; it makes what you do too real. When mafia boss Yoongi wants information or wants a hostage to suffer, you step in. However, one fateful day you are thrown Taehyung, another person who does your line of work. You need answers, he is determined not to give them to you. That’s when you try...a different approach, and Yoongi is not pleased.

Rating: TV-MA

WARNINGS: YO IF YOU’RE NOT COOL WITH SUBTLE BI AGENDAS THEN I’M SORRY THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU, Blood, torture, mafia things (ya know?), drugs alcohol, sadistic tendencies, a fundamentally flawed main character (I’m sorry i’m just writing myself pretty much), assault, harassment, stalking (not bad), romance (somehow), Maybe stockholm syndrome???

Word Count: 3k Words

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter but I sorta like it.

Other:

Masterlist

Hamartia

~ The word hamartia refers to a flaw or mistake that leads to a fictional character's downfall. Classical tragedies revolve around the main character's hamartia, the tragic flaw that sets a series of disastrous events in motion. Achilles' heel was his hamartia – his fatal flaw.

“What do you mean they’re gone.” Yoongi never raised his voice, but there was a steel to his tone.

“We searched everywhere on the property, hyung.” Jungkook pleaded.

“No. No they can’t have just up and left, now could they?” Yoongi stayed absolutely still, not willing to give away the flame broiling inside. He still cared for you. Of course he did. He couldn’t bare to see you in pain. He left...for you. The man believed it was for the best. He just hadn’t expected you to then throw yourself into your work.

“N-no.” Jungkook stammered. The poor boy had already been traumatized enough after seeing Mark being shot in front of him.

“And it’s boss, to you.” Yoongi continued, his words cutting deep into Jungkook. They had known each other for so long. They grew up together, yet here Yoongi was, souring and severing the relationship he held so dear. With striking clarity he realized he did this a lot; pushed people away. He was wrong before. He was the selfish one. Self-preservation was the issue.

Jungkook flinched at the man’s words. Jimin stood quietly in the corner, heart breaking at the sight before him. He hadn’t known the two as long as they had known each other, but that didn’t stop him from feeling pain for the ties he saw being cut. The short man still didn’t move to intervene the fight beginning.

“I know you care for them, but what if they left voluntarily?” Jungkook pondered, instantly regretting the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. Yoongi instantly narrowed his eyes. He leaned forward and place his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers to rest his chin on them.

“And why would they do that?”

Silence.

God awful silence.

The younger male made the wise decision to remain silent. Yoongi slowly stood, pressing his palms into the table as a power play.

“Find them. You’re dismissed.” He said with a wave of his hand. The young boy scurried off, seemingly wanting to leave the office as fast as possible.

Only Jimin remained. He didn’t move from his spot in the corner as the silent observer. He watched Yoongi rake his hand through his hair. Then the dark haired man called out to the silver haired one.

“Jimin, sit.” He sighed. Jimin nodded and swiftly took a seat. The tension from earlier lingered, but it wasn’t quite as intense. “I like that about you.”

Jimin looked up slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His hands subconsciously went to his hair. Yoongi scoffed at the action.

“Not your hair, dumbass.” Then he took a seat as well. “I mean, you follow directions well. You never do what you’re not supposed to and you keep your head down, not asking questions.”

The other male’s ears pricked up at the sound of his companion’s words. He smiled slightly to himself, but tried his best to keep a neutral face. He just dipped his head in a swift nod. Yoongi looked at him, intrigued, before continuing.

“I don’t trust Kook to find them whatsoever.” He addressed Jungkook with a casualness that seemed odd given the earlier fight. “So, I’m also sending you to find them. We have some men tied up downstairs that may have answers and since my darling Y/N is missing, you will need to take the task of getting their information.”

Jimin swallowed thickly. He realized that maybe he was the monster between You and him. After all, he had been in this business far longer than you and he had yet to lose his head. Maybe that’s why Yoongi trusted him without a doubt.

“Of course, boss.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” You said, a teasing tone at the back of your throat. Taehyung sat in front of you. For the past 10 minutes, he had just stared at you, not speaking a word. And you tried to as well, but it was hard to with your swollen eye. The not speaking issue wasn’t really an issue as you had dealt with it for months.

“I trusted you. You betrayed me so easily.” You sneered. You hated him. Hated him. But you just couldn’t get the words out. “And I thought you were a man of honor.” With that, he let a laugh escape.

“You really think there are men of honor in our business, Y/N? I have-”

“Killed a thousand people, blah blah blah. Haven’t we all?” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, I know the intimidation tactic.” You groaned. His eyes grew darker.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can and will if necessary. And I may not be a man of honor but,” He turned around, seemingly not wanting to meet your gaze. He stopped himself short, remembering the audio was still running. The man sighed and turned back around. If you had seen his eyes in the short in the short time he had turned around, you would see him break. He knew you were observant and he didn’t want you to see him like that. Taehyung wasn’t honorable in any sense, but he wasn’t a complete monster. He had grown an attachment to you; you, who was so complicated it made his head spin.

“But?” You frowned. His eyes swept the room. Then he leaned in.

“Please pretend I’m saying something nasty.” His breath fanning against your neck and his proximity made your heart race. You gave the slightest of nods in agreement. “Okay, I didn’t want to turn you in.”

“You bitch.” You played along. He paid you no mind.

“We were caught, but I realized I couldn’t help you out of here if I was also incapacitated.” He mumbled against your skin. You felt your breath hitch. Was he telling the truth? Was he playing a game with you?

“Fuck off.” You spewed out. Then you whispered back with the same ferocity, “Why haven’t you gotten me out then.”

“I had some complications.”

You looked at him questioningly. He waved you off. He knew he had to hurt you in some way to appease them. So he went with a good ‘ole sucker punch to your fucking stomach. Of course it didn’t please him to see you in pain and he shot you a pained look, one that you couldn’t see from how quickly your eyes closed in shock.

You gasped for air as he left. This man really just promised to help me escape and then punched me in the fucking stomach. You hissed to yourself. What an ass.

“Why do you push people away?”

Your eyes snapped to Taehyung as he sat, once more, in front of you.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Yes, you do.” he could tell from your instinctual reaction. You looked around, eyes sweeping the room again, as if the walls would somehow disappear. They didn’t, obviously, and you decided that there was no point in hiding. You weren’t sure what Taehyung’s intentions were. He seemed like he was trying to get to know you, like how you had approached him, except he made the mistake of also letting his comrades in to have fun torturing you for information. Luckily, you were a lot more soulless than you let on and you managed to endure the pain. Blood dribbled from your mouth from the earlier beating. You spat this blood onto the floor.

“Like hell I would tell you.” You shuddered. You knew you were close to breaking. It had been weeks. Yoongi probably didn’t spare you a thought, the heartless bastard, Maybe you were a quick fuck for him and that was all.

“You have nothing left to lose.” He shrugged, reading you easily. He had gotten better at this, slowly worming his way into your mind.

“You’re right, but I still have some sense of sanity.” Not much.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” He laid a soft hand on your knee. You didn’t even realize you were shaking.

“I think you’d change your mind really quick if you actually knew me.” You shook your head. The rest of your body hurt too much to even consider moving.

“Tell me...What’s wrong, Y/N, with the word selfish?”

Instantly, you growled lowly at the word. “Don’t say that word with my name in the same sentence ever again.”

He grinned, knowing he hit a nerve. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Fine. But at least tell me why.”

You thought it over a moment, having a battle in your head. The way he stared at you almost made you feel obligated to tell him. You didn’t have the strength to both fight his advances to know you, and to keep yourself fucking alive. So you gave in, promising yourself that this would be the last time. You always broke your promises to yourself.

“I’m selfish because I don’t want to be selfless.” You emphasized the last part. “I don’t want to give all of myself to someone else or something else because if I gave away a piece of me to every person I’ve ever cared about,” You hesitated before hanging your head low. “I’d have none of myself left. So instead I forcefully rip myself back from their prying hands, even if it breaks them in the process.”

You were a naturally selfless person. Being selfish was a learned behavior after a long time of being in this world of crime. Taehyung nodded slowly, but there was no pity in his eyes, you hated pity, but he did have understanding.

“I get it.” He muttered. Then he took your bloodied hand, still tied to the chair, and held it softly. “I’m selfish too.”

You almost relaxed until those last words. Yoongi flashed across your mind, reminding you of your situation. You jerked your hand back, as much as you could in your situation. He noticed. Taehyung slowly withdrew.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” He apologized, his deep voice its own kind of relaxation.

“You can do what you want. You’re not the one tied up to a chair. And frankly, that was better than being punched in the gut.” You said with an accusing tone.

“Ah right.” He scratched the back of his head. “Sorry about that. I just can’t leave you unscathed or else there will be issues.” He glanced at the security cameras. Taehyung usually had great self control. He never said more than he needed to and his co-workers would describe him as short and blunt when speaking. So why did he go to the extra lengths of formalities and apologies when it came to you? He couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Yeah yeah. As long as there’s no permanent damage, Yoongi might save your life.” You only half joked.

“You still think Yoongi is coming? It’s been weeks.” He chuckled bitterly. You swallowed thickly, reality dawning on you.

“I’m sure he is.” You felt your jaw clench. Maybe he was right. Maybe no one was coming for you.

“I see your resolve wavering. I’m working on...a plan.” His voice dipped low at that last part. You coughed, rolling your eyes.

“Does that matter now? Why don’t you just kill me already? I’m not giving you information and it’s clear they don’t care enough about me for you to use me as a bargaining chip.” You spat blood onto the ground, too tired to do anything else. You just wanted it all to be over with.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle, almost soft. “Look at me.” His hand went out to your cheek as you lifted your heavy eyelids to look at him.

“Come on, Tae, stop dragging this out. I did nothing but keep you captive the entire time you were with me. You owe me nothing.”

The handsome man nodded. “I know.” He murmured.

There was a loud bang from somewhere outside. “I just wanted to make sure you know I’m sorry for everything. If we had met under better circumstances, I would have liked to get to know you. But I can’t, not now, and we will probably never meet again.”

“What do you mean?” Your voice was hushed as another bang came from outside. There were footsteps and loud voices. Taehyung didn’t answer, he just donned a serious expression. Your breath hitched as you watched him take out his gun and flick the safety off.

“I’ve got to go.” He held up his gun and rushed outside the room, his feet joining the beat of many others.

Sitting in the dark is not fun. Your eyes strained against the pitch blackness of the room. There was the smallest sliver of yellow light from under the doorway. It was giving you a headache. You shut your eyes, growing increasingly annoyed by the tightness of the ropes.

“Could have at least loosened the ropes.” You grumble to yourself. Then you slowly opened your eyes, hearing the commotion die down. Your sense went into overdrive, eyes trapped on the door. Slow, heavy set, footsteps walked down the hallway. It was way too quiet. Your body shook, a natural reaction. Anytime someone stopped outside your door, it had been to beat you until you lost consciousness. Your breath caught in your chest.

“Y/N?” A deep voice murmured. “Are you alright?”

You narrowed your eyes, debating whether or not to answer. You didn’t really get a choice, however, because the door flew open to reveal two men you really didn’t want to see. Taehyung and Yoongi. Yoongi was stiffly standing there, drinking in your appearance, while Taehyung panted, clearly from running.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, swallowing thickly. Then he turned to Taehyung. “You were supposed to keep her safe, you prick.”

Taehyung simply shrugged. The two ignored your bewildered expression. “Hold on. So Taehyung...was a double agent?”

“This is a dangerous business.” Taehyung smiled wolfishly.

“I trusted you.” Yoongi grabbed the man’s shirt. You cleared your throat, finally drawing attention to yourself.

“While I’d love to see this go down, I’d also like my freedom back.” You mused, a smirk on your face. As Yoongi hurried over, untangling you from your ropes, you added more flames to the wildfire of issues between the two men. “You know Taehyung was so good at acting, it fooled me. Especially when he punched me in the gut.” You tried not to wince and you could see he looked away, ashamed.

“He what?”“ Yoongi turned, staring at Taehyung incredulously. “I should have you killed for this.”

Yoongi helped you out and you felt your legs fall from under you. They were numb, not responding to your desperate wishes for them to move. After all, you had been strapped to that chair for weeks. Yoongi caught you, rough hands running over your bloodied arms.

“Fuck. I never should have trusted him to keep you safe.” Yoongi murmured, shooting Taehyung a glare.

“It’s okay, I just...I need some explanation.” You breathed. How long had you been toyed with? Who else knew? Did Jimin know? Why would Yoongi send one of his own to be tortured?

“I should kill you right now.” Yoongi held his gun out, finger twitching on the trigger.

“Now what good would that do?” Taehyung’s mouth quirked upwards ever so slightly. “You’ll never know why I’m here.”

“I don’t need to know.” The shorter man eyed the other’s stance. Taehyung was casually standing there, hand resting on the holster that held his handgun.

“Do we have a deal?” Taehyung watched Yoongi.

“Like hell we do.” Yoongi held a blank expression. His eyes roamed Taehyung’s face and body, sizing him up.

“Come on.” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. “I’m willing to be your little spy, a double agent against my own gang.”

“Why?”

“I want protection. Total protection when you attack my gang. I’ll even protect Y/N if that’s what you wish.”

That made Yoongi hesitate. He had been looking for a bodyguard. You were of the utmost importance. Jimin stood to the side, ever the shadow. He nudged his boss, “I think it’s a good idea.” He murmured into his ear.

“I think you know more than you let on, Taehyung. But I’ll give you a chance.” He snapped, waving off the taller man. “You’re dismissed. I want you back here, Friday, to discuss new information.”

Taehyung bowed his head and left.

“Jimin.” Yoongi commanded, eyes flicking to the seat in front of him. Jimin took a seat. “I want you to watch Taehyung. Be discreet.”

The younger man nodded. “I will.”

“Great, and try not to tell Y/N. She’s stressed out enough as it is.”

Another punch. Blood flew from a nose.

“Rot in hell.”

Blood was spat on the floor.

“That’s where you’re mistaken. I thrive in hell.” Yoongi bent over Taehyung, studying him. He tilted his head before standing, wiping the blood on his hands onto a rag nearby. “Our deal means nothing. You have no use to me anymore.” Yoongi chuckled darkly, moving to the exit. “I hope you never see the sunlight again.”

The door slammed shut.

I forgot to put this in before I posted, but I’m writing through my iphone hotspot and It’s so slow. - Marria

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#bts #bts mafia #taehyung #yoongi #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #taehyung mafia #yoongi mafia #fluff #angst #hamartia #sorry for the wait #I think it's already been established #but i don't proof read so i'm sorry #for like uhh any grammar errors

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yuujism · 4 years

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a curse like you (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

REQUEST: Hello! I really love ur sukuna fics and i was wondering if i can request a yuuji/sukuna x fem reader where mc is a curse that sukuna knew from many years ago?? Can be fluff, smut or angst. Up to you 😁 thank you so much!! 🤗

| PAIRINGS: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: little suggestive but nothing bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,653

A/N: i focused this more on sukuna idk if that’s ok with you !! if not you can send me a message or reqeust and tell me what did you expect so i can change it if i can😭!! anyway i like yearning and ex lovers to lovers prompts so uhh yea 😳 might even write this better with yuuji being more involved and more things happening lmfaosh !! i hope you enjoy!! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Sukuna was bored out of his mind.

These situations were becoming more recurrent now that the brat that called himself his vessel started becoming stronger and getting the hang of the use of cursed energy.

He could hear everything that happened during the fight: the swearing, the sound of flesh splitting open, blood splashing and some motivational speech every now and then.

This was all a routine for the King of Curses now.

When he felt the light in his flesh for the first time in thousands of years, he swore he would never feel something like that again. It wasn’t anything that deemed itself meaningful, but after centuries of not having contact with anything at all, that moment felt like pure ectasis. He didn’t really count with having to spend most of the time inside of a brat after that.

It was all boring now. Boring, boring, boring.

“Sorcerers come pretty green now, don’t they?”

Oh?

He lifted his head way too quickly, almost giving himself whiplash even if it was impossible.

That voice. Sukuna knew that voice well. Very well if he said so himself.

This was the voice that would call him a King in a mocking tone, as if it was calling him the King of idiots instead of the King of Curses. The same voice that refused to let out the sound of his name, too proud and stuck up but whenever they were alone, feeling each other, it would slip out every now and then. A voice that would let out the sweetest pleads and moans whenever he would let his hands travel around that body. And it became the last thing he heard before he was cut into pieces and retained by sorcerers for decades, sinking into the darkness.

And now, the owner of the voice, who he thought was dead, was standing there, in front of his vessel, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Y/N. The proclaimed queen of curses.

And Sukuna’s... ex.

Sukuna felt Itadori freeze in place, looking directly at you with fear filling his body. The curse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Even after thousands of years, your power was way too intimidating and immaculate Sorcerers of the old age would even avoid saying Y/N’s name in fear of summoning her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t hesitate to kill them for making bad use of her title.

They could feel it. They knew you weren’t just a cursed spirit. You could talk and appeared out of nowhere without even making your presence known. You were probably at the same level as Sukuna. Or Sukuna was at the same level as you.

He really thought you were killed after he was captured, only remembering your revengeful words towards the sorcerers who killed your lover. After that, and for obvious reasons, he never heard of you. Not even in this new era where sorcerers spawned one after the other, never mentioning your name or any hint that lead to your survival. So to see you in front of him, safe and sound and impactful as ever, Sukuna felt relief.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Yuji’s restless ones, as if she was staring at his soul. Which, basically, she did. Her gaze passed all the way through his barrier and soul, finally reaching what she was looking for: Sukuna’s own soul and eyes.

“Damn, King, is that you?” in a blink of an eye, you were right before Itadori’s face, too quick for him to even react and even too scared. “Shit, you’re pretty fucked now, huh? All trapped inside a bag of human flesh.”

Before the girl with the hammer could strike your body after snapping out of her trance, you limited yourself to press a finger in the sorcerer’s forehead, smiling almost sweetly before sending her body flying back with extreme force against the furthest wall of the space, knocking her out.

“K-Kugisa- Hngh!” Itadori’s words were interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck, slightly lifting him from the ground as he struggled to move, too weak from the constant fighting with all the cursed spirits that came in a flood.

“Now, now,” Your voice was too calm, almost tired, getting closer to Yuuji’s face “Why don’t you switch with the oh-so-mighty King of curses? Too scared to come out, huh, King?”

Your tone ticked Sukuna in more than one way. You were still the same annoying bitch as before.

If you wanna live you better switch with me, you damn brat.

“Like hell I would switch with you! You’re gonna kill us!”

“Oh, so you can talk with him within yourself?” You let out an amused snort, your grip getting tighter. “Ridiculous!”

Foolish human, she will kill you. Switch with me.

Even if his vessel dying didn’t mean anything to Sukuna, he knew he would never get the chance to meet you again, probably for another thousand years, and these sorcerers were too invested in vanishing him from the face of the earth.

When Yuuji was about pass out, eyes half closing and his windpipe being pressed roughly, you noticed the way his skin started developing black marks in his face and along his body. You smiled widely when the small scars under the sorcerer’s eyes opened to reveal a red colour looking straight at you, the whole features of this guy in front of you changing to reveal what you were looking forward too.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, claws digging into your flesh as you both stared at each other with a mix of emotions: hatred, anger, amusement. And something more.

“Move.”

You dropped him, backing up a bit as he fixed the hoodie his vessel was wearing, glaring at the queen of curses. You didn’t change at all. If Sukuna had to be honest, you were as hot tempered and attractive as before. He could perfectly remember the way your body reacted whenever he touched the spots that drove you crazy A sly smirk appeared on his face as he noticed the same movement of fingers when you were restless, and he knew it was because of him.

“Nervous, Y/N?” Sukuna chuckled, walking to you to circle around your frame, looking up and down your body. “You know I don’t bite, baby. Unless you ask me to, that is.”

You turned around to look at him behind you, incredulous.

“Hah?” Your head fell back, letting out a louder than usual laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, King. I’m just worried I’ll easily step on you while you’re in this vessel of yours.” Your hand started glowing with your cursed energy, raising an eyebrow at the way his indifferent expression didn’t flinch. “And even more now since you get dominated so easily.”

Once again, something in Sukuna ticked. If there was something he hated more than being looked down upon, it’d be the fact of not being in control of any situation. He never once admitted it, but your comments really got to him. He wanted to be praised and adored by you, queen who would never adore anyone but herself. This just made him even more infatuated by you. Perhaps even after all this time, he could make you say his name in a broken voice.

“You see, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” Your smile went away when a hand reached one of your cheeks, caressing it with such care you almost gagged. However, you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster. “Or do you think I don’t remember the way I made you submit to me?”

This time, it was you who twitched with anger. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your chin, his eyes falling on those delicious lips that committed the most sinful of acts and spat out the dirtiest of words. He was getting excited already, the fire within him starting to awaken after a long time.

When his face started getting closer to yours, you spat on him, the liquid landing on his cheek and laughing at his dumbfounded reaction after such action.

“A half-assed curse like you shouldn’t be talking to ME like that.” You snarled back, your arm swinging to attack the man in front of you. You almost chanted victory when your fist perfectly landed on the side of his face, making his head to turn to the side.

But when Sukuna turned to look back at you still with your fist against him, you gulped. There was no reaction, no injury that showed he was at least a little faced by the sudden attack.

This was it.

“Well, fuck.” You almost laughed again, expecting the worst to come when his eyes flashed with something dark, grabbing you by both sides of your head. All that time surviving for nothing. Keeping yourself hidden from every single sorcerer that walked the earth and now you were going to get killed by your ex-lover.

But instead of receiving the coup de grâce, Sukuna’s lips smashed against yours in a hungry manner, groaning against your mouth as your hands flew to scratch his arms in surprise, eyes open wide before the movement of his lips and strong hand in the back of your neck made you close them, not being able to fight back your own desires.

Sukuna missed this. Honestly, he missed any kind of physical touch but the fact it was with you again, made him realise it would always be you.

He was as calm as the silence surrounding you now, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling your flushed ears. You were burning up, face red and glassy eyes. Sukuna smiled before slightly pulling your hair, head slightly falling back and taking advantage of this to place the softest of kisses in your neck. You let out a rather pathetic moan and he deeply chuckled.

“And a curse like you should know who is in charge here.”

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14 days to fall in (out of) love-l.ty

this is part of "the leftovers collab" by @tenderfrailty. please also go and check out all the other works by all the other writers. this is a valentine's day themed fic. so happy vday y'all <3 and if you are single like me then let's celebrate by reading my fic (bahaha shameless self promo) and drowning our sorrows in chocolate!!! hope you enjoy :)

Taglist:@aedreamzy

Summary: You and Taeyong are best friends, have been since childhood. But with the amount of time spent together, you eventually develop feelings for him. This is your story of falling in love with Lee Taeyong and the consequences attached to it.

Paring: taeyong x fem!reader

(jeno, mark, jaehyun, jennie, yeri,seulgi,nayeon,johnny are other characters in this story )

Genre: best friends to almost lovers, tried to make this more realistic, one sided love except that can be debatable, fluff, angst, unhappy ending,

Warnings: grammar errors(haha grammarly can only do so much), mentions of underage drinking(y/n does not participate tho)(don't underage drink guys! be smart), alcohol, kissing, mentions of the word "kill' but no one dies, unhappy ending, uhh lots of dialogue (if that counts as a warning lol)I think that's it tell me if i missed any

Word Count: 7,540

Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming this is how these celebrities mentioned in my story behave in real life. This story is all fiction.

just a heads up when 🏶 that symbol occurs it will shift to taeyong's pov until the next break. it will make more sense when you read it

This my original work so please do not copy or repost. Reblogging is perfectly fine tho <3

T-MINUS 14 DAYS

There are two weeks left until Valentine’s Day. During this time, every store decorates its walls with pink, red, and white. They fill every shelf with heart-shaped candies and Dove chocolates. You can’t really say you hate this holiday. It’s just it never held any importance to you. No one ever confessed their undying love for you. Likewise, you never confessed your undying love for anyone else. Well…there was one person you wanted to confess your “undying” love to…but you knew it would never work out.

Introducing your crush since seventh grade, Lee Taeyong. He is also known as TY, Yongie (to you), and the school’s heartthrob to everyone else. You've known him since you were five, and have been friends with him since you were seven. That’s all you have been: friends. Well, it’s not like you cared from the ages of seven to twelve. You never understood the concept of crushes. I mean how could you fathom liking any of the smelly boys in your class. The idea of crushes never crossed your mind. That was until you were at sleepaway camp the summer before seventh grade. The other girls in your cabin started to gossip about who they liked.

“There is this one guy in my math class, and oh my god he’s just so perfect,” Abby, your cabinmate, swooned.

“Ooohhhh, there is this guy in my science class, who I sit behind who is so nice to me! We talked like three times last school year!!!” Jessie, your other cabinmate, fangirled.

“What about you Y/N? Do you like anyone?” Abby turned to you.

“Oh…Uhm…I don’t think so?” You replied.

“You have to be lying! There must be someone you like!” Jessie pushed.

You thought long and hard about it. There weren’t many guys you liked, let alone any that talked to you. You could count the number of guys you found tolerable on one hand: Taeyong, Mark, and Jaehyun. Jaehyun is more so Taeyong’s friend than yours. You had no reason to dislike Jaehyun, so you guys were on good terms.

“Is there any guy that you get like sad when someone else talks to him?” Abby asked.

You thought about that and realized that maybe there was one guy who fits that description. Before that thought could solidify, you wrote it off as “not wanting to share your best friend with anyone.”

“Nah, there really isn’t anyone,” You responded.

“Ah…okay then. Anyways, who wants smores,” Just like that the moment dissipated. But ever since that day, the concept of crushes clung to the back of your mind.

T-MINUS 13 DAYS

You realized that you had a crush on Taeyong on Valentine’s Day in seventh grade. Over the summer break, Taeyong grew taller and lost some of his baby fat. This immediately drew the attention of many girls in your grade. So that was when you first witnessed someone giving Taeyong a Valentine’s. To say that you didn’t care that someone gave Taeyong a heart-shaped box of chocolates, would be a complete lie. Except you didn’t know why it would hurt. You and Taeyong are just friends. Why should it matter who gives him chocolates? Why should it matter whose chocolates he accepted?

After the girl left, you walked up to Taeyong.

“Yongie! Who was that?” You asked as you unlocked your locker that happened to be right next to Taeyong’s.

“Oh, that was Jamie. She just wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day,” Taeyong replied while opening up the box of chocolates.

“Did she say anything else besides that?” You asked while unpacking your backpack.

“Yea… she said she likes me…” Taeyong trailed off while trying to pop one of the chocolates into his mouth. Your heart clenched uncomfortably when he said that.

“Well… do you like her back?” You asked while looking up into his eyes.

You now know why you cared so much about a girl giving Taeyong chocolates.

“Oh… uh no. I told her I didn’t like her back.”

You like Taeyong.

“Oh… that must have been awkward.” You slammed your locker shut.

“Ah, it’s fine. Do you want a chocolate?” Taeyong extended the heart-shaped box out to you.

“Won’t it be weird for me to eat those chocolates? They are meant for you,” You said with a slight twinge of jealousy.

“I can’t finish this entire box! Come on, just take one.” You reached out with one hand to grab one of the chocolates. You bit into the candy and it oozed out caramel and raspberry filling.

You guess you can’t be too jealous if you also get to eat Taeyong’s candies.

T-MINUS 12 DAYS

You made many new friends when you entered high school. You and Taeyong were still close but naturally, you drifted apart into your respective friend groups. You still constantly hung out with Taeyong, so you can’t say that you were unhappy. Unfortunately, your crush on Taeyong did not fade. During your hugs with Taeyong, you found yourself clinging onto him a little longer. The years passed by, and it reached a point where sharing a bed with Taeyong was considered weird. Your weekly sleepovers slowly dwindled into once-a-month sleepovers. Which made you quite sad, because it meant you spent less time with him. You never really told anyone of your crush on Taeyong, but your new friends managed to figure it out.

You were sitting at your lunch table when Taeyong approached you. Ever since you guys sat at separate tables, he rarely ever approached you.

“Y/N are we still meeting up after school today? You promised you would come with me to buy a new game console!” Taeyong asked as he slid in next to you. Your friends Yeri, Seulgi, and Nayeon stared at the scene unfolding.

“Yea, I’ll meet you at the front entrance,” You replied with your mouth full of your sandwich.

“Okay, see you then!” Taeyong ruffled your hair and went back to his table.

You continued to eat your sandwich but felt someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and were met with the intrigued expressions of your friends.

“You like him don’t you,” Nayeon blurted out.

“What?!” You nearly choked on your sandwich.

“You like Taeyong?” Although it was a question, Nayeon said it more like a statement.

“Is it that obvious?” You sighed.

“Well, the heart eyes kind of gave it away for me,” Seulgi laughed as she ate a forkful of her pasta.

“And the stiffness when he sat next to you gave it away for me,” Yeri chimed in.

“Yea, I like him. I liked him since seventh grade, but he sees me as solely a friend. So, it makes no difference,” You sighed.

“Stop, that’s so cute omg! This is like one of those classic best friends to lovers trope!” Yeri squealed.

“Yea, except I don’t think he likes me back.”

“Y/N, how do you know? Try confessing to him!” Nayeon suggested, ever the bold one.

“Yeah, I rather not. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly fine friendship.”

T-MINUS 11 DAYS

You were finally a sophomore! How exciting! Not. Nothing changed except you now have harder classes and more homework. Taeyong, on the other hand, changed a lot. His voice got deeper, he grew much taller, and he was now even more attractive than before. His skin got clearer, and he got slightly more muscular. With these changes, it’s obvious that his fan club is only going to grow. Now his locker is filled with so many Valentines that he can’t even close it and needs to store some in your locker. Luckily, you still get to eat his chocolates.

T-MINUS 10 DAYS

Taeyong's new attractiveness led to his increased popularity. This led to him getting invited to parties. You don’t know why he dragged you to the current party you were at. You felt like it was more out of obligation. You wore a red corduroy dress with a white turtleneck underneath and white sneakers. You picked this outfit to fit the Valentine's Day theme of the party. You also decided to dress up since this was your first party ever. This is Taeyong’s third party, and it’s clear in the way he maneuvers around the venue as if he knows where everything is.

“Come on, let’s go get something to drink,” Taeyong took a hold of your hand and dragged you towards the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but stare at your hand intertwined with Taeyong’s. You couldn't help but feel that your hands fit perfectly together. This is so cliche Y/N; oh my god.

“Here you go. Remember to never leave your drink unattended! You don’t know what bad guy may try to slip something in there. Try to keep your drink close and cover the top, so people can’t put anything in,” Taeyong advised as he handed you the cup.

You brought the cup to your lips and immediately scrunched your nose in disgust. “Taeyong…is this alcohol?”

“Hmm yeah,” Taeyong answered while gulping his drink.

“Isn’t that illegal? We are underage,” You said while holding the red solo cup far away from your body.

Taeyong grabbed the cup from your hand and set it on the counter, “Yes, Y/N it is illegal. But come on have some fun! Everyone around here drinks.”

“I am not succumbing to peer pressure thank you very much,” You scoffed.

Taeyong chuckled at your comment before taking his free hand to grab yours to guide you towards the fridge. Taeyong handed you an unopened water bottle from the packaging inside the fridge. “Here you go, pure water.”

You took the water from him and your fingers slightly brushed against one another. You felt your cheeks grow hot. You thanked him for the water and took a sip. The ice-cold water ran down your throat but did little to cool your body down.

Taeyong held onto your hand again and led you into the crowd with your drinks. You planned to spend the whole night glued to his side. Sadly, plans don’t work out for you because Taeyong let go of your hand and got lost in the crowd. You spotted Mark with his friend Jeno and decided to join them. Instead of spending your night with Taeyong, the one who dragged you to this party, you spent it at Mark and Jeno’s side. Not that you minded. Jeno and Mark were nice company. Although, slightly tipsy Mark was quite a handful to deal with.

T-MINUS 9 DAYS

You have no idea how Taeyong managed to drag you to yet another party, but here you are. This time you opted for pants and a shirt instead of a dress.

“Taeyong,” You eyed your intertwined hands, “you aren’t going to ditch me like last time right?”

“Hey, I didn’t ditch you!” Taeyong defended himself.

“Yeah sure,” You rolled your eyes, “just please don’t leave me again. Last time I spent the whole party making sure “Tipsy Mark” didn’t accidentally break anything.”

“Oof, okay fine I’ll stay with you,” Taeyong held onto your hand tighter and dragged you deeper into the party.

You don’t mind this. If going to parties means you get to stay by Taeyong's side while holding his hand, you might actually come to like parties. Taeyong remembered from the last time you were here that you don’t drink alcohol, so he handed you a bottle of water. You thanked him, and he led you over to his friend group. You only knew Jaehyun, who you greeted, and the rest of the faces were a blur to you.

“Where’s Mark?” You asked no one in particular.

“He didn’t come today, he has a chem test to study for,” Jaehyun responded.

“Oh,” You nodded. Well, that’s great. The only people you knew here are Taeyong and Jaehyun. You would have asked Yeri, Nayeon, and Seulgi to come with you, but they all had tests to study for.

You stuck to Taeyong’s side and tried to make conversation with his friends, but you soon realized that you don’t fit in. They were talking about future parties, who they were dating, who they like, how often they got wasted, etc. The only thing you could talk about with them was the difficulty of your classes. At least, Taeyong was next to you.

“LET’S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!” some voice screamed over the blaring music.

“Come on, Y/N let’s go play!” Taeyong eagerly dragged you over to the circle that was forming. You did not want to play. This whole spin the bottle and seven minutes of heaven thing seemed so dumb. You didn’t know any of the guys in the circle except Jaehyun and Taeyong, and you only wanted to kiss Taeyong. You were shocked that people actually played these types of games. You always thought it was just some made-up thing you would see in movies and TV shows, but here you were.

“Who wants to spin first?” some unnamed girl asked.

“I do!” Taeyong dropped your hand and lurched for the empty beer bottle on the floor.

You honestly did not want to be here. You were sitting between Taeyong and Jaehyun waiting for the bottle to stop spinning. Maybe the gods would be on your side and the bottle would land on you.

The gods were not on your side.

The bottle landed on Jennie Kim; she is another girl in your grade. Seeing how Taeyong immediately becames shy and let out a soft “yes”, you knew that Taeyong liked her. It made sense that Taeyong would like her: she’s pretty, popular, and as far as you know really nice. You honestly can’t even be mad. They both got up and went into the tiny closet amidst the hoots and hollers of the partygoers.

“You know, you should tell Taeyong you like him before it’s too late.”

You jumped at Jaehyun’s voice, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your crush on Taeyong. You aren’t very subtle,” Jaehyun whispered back not that it would matter since the party was so loud.

“I don’t like him, Jaehyun,” You deadpanned.

“Huh, oh well. I’m just telling you better do something fast,” Jaehyun shrugged before turning back to the circle.

At that moment, Taeyong and Jennie emerged and they both had huge smiles on their faces. You could see, even from where you were sitting, the pink glow on Taeyong’s cheeks and Jennie’s smudged lipstick. You felt your heart drop.

You take back what you said. You hate parties.

T-MINUS 8 DAYS

You saw it unfold right in front of you. You walked into school on a regular Tuesday morning, wanting to be anywhere but in this building. You saw Taeyong standing close to someone near your locker, but you couldn’t make out their face. Even in sophomore year, your locker was still near Taeyong’s. You walked closer and realized they were holding hands. Your eyes slowly panned up from the intertwined hands to stare into the eyes of Jennie Kim. Your eyes moved from her face over to Taeyong’s.

“They’re dating. I found out yesterday,” Nayeon said as she linked your arms together.

As Jennie's lips touched Taeyong's cheek, you felt the familiar feeling of your heart sinking to the soles of your feet. He didn’t even tell you first. You had to find out yourself. Your friend who isn’t even close to him knew before you did. You heaved a sigh and walked to your locker to unpack your stuff.

Not only did you lose your crush, but you felt like you also lost your best friend.

T-MINUS 7 DAYS

Taeyong and Jennie became the campus couple. Everyone knew they were together and everyone supported them. Taeyong's Instagram feed contained photos of him and Jennie and vice versa. They looked so happy and perfect together that you felt guilty for still liking Taeyong. He’s taken for crying out loud and you are still pining after him.

Since Taeyong has a girlfriend, the two of you spent less and less time together. You didn't notice right away since you were entering your junior year and with that came the influx of work. Occasionally, when you had free time, Taeyong would invite you to hang out with him. Sadly, the hang-out was always accompanied by Jennie. You don’t know why Taeyong asked you to hang out with him only for you to third wheel on his date with Jennie.

Taeyong must be incredibly cruel and blind to drag you on these dates. Everyone knew you liked him, heck, even Jennie knew. Yet he still brought you to what he calls “my best friend and girlfriend should bond to get along” dates. You wanted to decline his invites every time to save the inevitable third-wheeling, but you couldn’t say no to Taeyong.

“Y/N! Join us over here,” Taeyong called you over to where he was sitting on the picnic blanket with Jennie. This looked too much like a date. They were even matching outfits. You looked down at your plain hoodie and jeans and took a seat awkwardly at the edge of the blanket.

“I don’t want to intrude. This looks like such a cute date. You really don’t need to keep inviting me on these "hang-outs" with your girlfriend,” You told Taeyong.

“Yea, I agree.” “No, it’s fine. These are not dates; we do those at different times!” Jennie and Taeyong said at the same time.

Well, at least you know that Jennie doesn’t approve of you hanging around.

“Taeyong, really it’s fine. You don’t have to keep squeezing in time to hang out with me. We are friends and always will be even if we don’t hang out every week. You two have fun! I’m going to get going,” You wiped the dust off your butt and waved goodbye to the couple. Jennie looked glad that you finally left. You turned your head before you were able to catch the look of longing on Taeyong’s face.

After that, Taeyong stopped contacting you as frequently. This made you sad, but you decided it would be for the better. If you saw Taeyong and his girlfriend less, your heart could stop cracking. Maybe this distance from Taeyong would finally cause you to lose feelings.

It is a late Sunday night when your cellphone screen lit up with a call. Strange no one calls me. You don’t recognize the number, but something in your gut tells you to pick up the phone.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Jaehyun,” Jaehyun’s voice broke through the phone.

“Uh hey… why are you calling me?” You asked confused.

“It’s Taeyong. He drank too much and for some reason won’t go into Johnny’s car,” Jaehyun explained. Johnny’s name rang a bell. He was one of the seniors in Taeyong’s friend group.

“Oh…uh, what does that have to do with me? I can’t drive,” You twirled a strand of hair between your fingers.

“He keeps saying he wants to walk home. But he won’t walk home with me. I tried to get him into my car but he won’t budge either.”

“Okay…but once again what does this have to do with me?”

“Can you come over and walk him home?” Jaehyun asked exasperated.

“You want me to what? It is literally midnight. If I leave the house now my parents will kill me.”

“Can’t you just sneak out? Help your best friend out?”

“We’re not really best friends anymore,” You muttered under your breath.

“Huh? What did you say? Anyways I’ll text you the address, it’s not too far from your house. I know Taeyong lives a couple of blocks down from you.”

“How do you have my address?”

“Ah, stop asking questions and just get here.” Your phone pinged with a text notification from who you could only assume was Jaehyun.

“Jeong Jaehyun if I get mugged or attacked on my way there you will never hear the end of it.” You huffed as you checked out the address. Oh, it was only the next street over and two blocks away from where Taeyong lived.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah thanks so much Y/N,” Jaehyun replied before he hung up.

What is the best way to go about this? You have never snuck out before, so you had no idea what you were doing. The front door would be the quickest, but also easiest way to get caught. Exiting from your bedroom window is one way, except if you fell you would break your leg. You could always just walk out. If your parents asked where you were going just explain it to them. They knew that you and Taeyong are friends. They won’t mind you helping him, right?

You decided to go with the third plan and just walk right out. You get dressed and grabbed your phone. Surprisingly, your parents didn’t catch you. You have no idea how you did it, but you were out. Thankfully, it was springtime so it wasn’t too cold. You arrived at the location shortly after. You saw Jaehyun and Taeyong sitting on the curb.

“You’re lucky I made it here in one piece Jaehyun.” You said as you walked up to him.

“Y/N! Thank you!”

“How did you get my number?” You asked as Jaehyun transferred Taeyong over to you.

“Taeyong gave it to me,” Jaehyun answered.

“In his drunken state?” You questioned.

“Yea, he asked me to call you through my phone because you are ‘mad at him.’”

“I’m not mad at him though. Also, why is he even this drunk? Shouldn’t his girlfriend, Jennie be taking care of him? Why didn’t you call her?”

“You haven't heard?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrows at you.

“Haven't heard what?” You asked confusion lacing your tone.

“Jennie was seen kissing some other guy at school, and Taeyong caught them. She ended up dumping Taeyong.” Jaehyun explained. Great. Once again, you are left out of Taeyong’s important life updates. “Taeyong decided to come to this party to forget about the breakup, but then he saw Jennie with her new boyfriend. So he decided to drink his sadness away.”

“Oh,” You looked over at Taeyong and saw that he was sleeping on your shoulder. You yanked his arm around your shoulder tighter. "Dang, I knew that he liked her a lot.”

“Yea, but Y/N this is your chance!” Jaehyun urged.

“My what?”

“Your chance, you can show Taeyong how you are the person he should be with!”

You looked over at Taeyong again before lifting your eyes to meet Jaehyun’s “there’s no point. I’ve accepted that I will be nothing but his friend.”

Jaehyun wants to tell you to keep trying because you never know but holds back. He bid you goodnight and drove off. You tightened your hold on Taeyong and began walking to his house.

“Y/N?” Taeyong opened his eyes.

“Hmm? You better have a good reason for having me come at midnight to pick you up.” You teased. Taeyong nudged his head deeper into your shoulder. You tensed up and felt your heartbeat pick up speed.

“I missed you! I haven’t talked to you in so long! I missed hanging out with you! We haven’t had one of our sleepovers in so long!”

“Yea, I missed you too.”

“Are we going to your house for a sleepover? We can watch your favorite movie and eat popcorn!” Taeyong looked at you with hope brimming in his eyes.

“Yongie, you are drunk. We are not meeting up for a sleepover. I’m here to take your drunk butt home.” You picked up the pace with your walking.

“You haven’t called me Yongie in so long,” Taeyong said his eyes in a daze. The way Taeyong kept looking at you made it hard for you to focus on holding him.

“Sorry, I guess.” You saw Taeyong’s house not too far from where you were standing. “We are almost at your house Taeyong. Do you have your keys on you?”

Taeyong fished out his keys from his pockets and placed them in your hands. Your fingers touched when he did that and your cheeks grew red. Taeyong took one of your free hands and intertwined them with his.

You held tightly onto his hand the rest of the way there. “Okay, Taeyong we are here! Do you need to sneak in or is dropping you off at your front door enough?”

“You are so pretty.”

“Taeyong do you need me to—wait... what?” You couldn’t have heard him right. Did he call you-

“Pretty. You are so pretty. Did you style your hair differently?” Taeyong ran his fingers through a couple of strands of your hair.

“I-I-I didn’t do a-anything to my hair,” You stuttered as you removed your hold from Taeyong’s waist and removed his arm from your shoulders. “Okay you are home now, please go in-”

Taeyong grabbed you by the waist and pushed you flush against his chest. Now you are certain your heart is going to leap out of your chest. Taeyong’s eyes drifted from yours to your lips. He started to lean in and before you could comprehend what was happening, Taeyong’s lips touched yours.

You physically stopped breathing for a moment. Is Taeyong kissing me? Taeyong is kissing me?

Taeyong is kissing me. Your body went into overdrive, and you kissed him back. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing him. It must have been long enough for your fingers to slip in his hair and for his hold on your waist to tighten. You pull apart first. You might scream for joy. “O-Okay, Yongie you need to go inside now.” Taeyong nodded his head and gave you one more peck on your lips and entered his house. You stayed standing outside of his house for a couple more minutes. Taeyong just kissed you. You kissed Taeyong. You just had your first kiss, and it was with Taeyong. On the way back to your house, you couldn't stop smiling.

You fell asleep replaying that moment in your mind.

T-MINUS 6 DAYS

It is the next day, and you woke up with a big smile on your face. You remembered Jaehyun’s words from last night: Y/N this is your chance. Maybe it is your chance. Taeyong even kissed you! That has to mean something right?

You walked into school side by side with Yeri, “Oh my gosh, something really exciting happened last night, and I need to tell you!”

“Yo, what happened?” Yeri asked with excitement in her eyes.

You saw Taeyong standing by your locker and called out his name. You turned to Yeri, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Y/N! Hey! Jaehyun told me you dropped me off last night thank you so much!” Taeyong said.

“Oh yeah, I mean it wasn’t a big deal. Other than the fact that I had to leave my house at midnight and walk alone to pick you up.” You sarcastically said.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Taeyong rubbed the nape of his neck.

“It’s fine!” You smiled at him. Your mind kept replaying the kiss from last night.

“I wasn’t too much last night, right? I wasn’t a burden or anything right?”

“You don’t remember anything from last night?”

“Ah no, all I remember was seeing Jennie with her new boyfriend. Everything else is blurry,” Taeyong explained.

“Oh,” You felt your heart drop.

“Oh? That can’t be good. Did I do something stupid?” Taeyong asked worriedly.

“No… Uhm you didn’t do anything stupid,” You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes, but you forced them away. You looked up into Taeyong’s eyes. “Do you really not remember anything from last night? What about when I dropped you off at your house?”

“Ah, not at all. My head hurts so much, and I quite honestly can not even remember how I got to my house without Jaehyun telling me.” Taeyong replied.

You couldn’t believe it. He didn’t remember. He has zero recollection of that kiss. The kiss that meant so much to you was so insignificant to him, and he doesn’t even have a clue that it happened.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Taeyong looked back at your watery eyes.

“It’s- how could- you know what? It’s fine. Forget about it. I hope your head feels better.” You whipped your head around and stalked off.

You pushed open the bathroom doors and stared into the mirror. You felt so dumb. How could you have thought that after that kiss everything would work out for you? People drunk kiss all the time. It probably meant nothing to Taeyong. You blinked back your tears. You decided that Jaehyun was wrong. It is not your chance and it never will be. On this Monday morning, you conclude that you hate Lee Taeyong.

T-MINUS 5 DAYS🏶

Taeyong hasn’t talked to you in a while. He kept trying to reach out, but his invites were always met with a “busy” or “I’ll see if I can come” (you never do come). Taeyong isn’t too sure if you are purposely avoiding him or if you really are just that busy. After all, you are both Juniors and you are taking 3 AP and 2 honors classes. He also can’t help but feel that something is wrong. You don’t seem as open to him as you used to be. He can’t figure out if it was his fault or something else.

He just left the bathroom and was walking back to class when he saw you standing by your locker. He was about to approach you when he saw that you weren’t alone. He saw one of Mark’s friends, who he thinks is Jeno, standing next to you. He knows it’s wrong to eavesdrop but he wanted to know what’s going on with you. You don’t have enough time for him, but you seem to have enough time to talk to Jeno. You should be in class right now not talking to some random person. (He knows this because you both showed each other your schedules.)

“Hey Y/N,” Jeno greeted you with his signature eye smile. Taeyong looked on from afar.

“Hey, Jeno, what’s up?” You smiled back at him.

“Uhm, I was wondering are you free this Saturday?” Jeno asked while nervously looking around.

“Hmm, yea. Why?” Wait, you told Taeyong that you were busy this Saturday.

“I was wondering if…Uhm… you would like to…Uhm… go out and get ice cream? I know we aren’t that close, but I was wondering if… Uhm we… could get closer?” Jeno asked.

“Wait is Mark going to be joining?”

“Oh…Uhm…er… no. It would...uhm…just be us two.”

“Oh… Yea. I would love to go!” You responded with a smile. “When should we meet up?”

“That’s great! Here let me give you my number,” Jeno handed you his phone.

Taeyong couldn’t believe it. You really are ignoring him. Why would you though? Did he offend you somehow?

Taeyong can’t help but feel a bit upset. He has no reason to though. You are both just friends. Why should it matter if some other guy asked you out on a date? It shouldn’t matter.

Right?

T-MINUS 4 DAYS

Your date with Jeno went surprisingly well, but you guys decided to remain friends. Plus, you may or may not have let it slip that you like someone (Taeyong). Then proceeded to rant all your problems over ice cream to Jeno. You still haven’t talked to Taeyong. Taeyong has tried multiple times to talk to you. Each time you either blatantly ignored him or lied and said you had other plans. You don’t think your heart and mind could handle being around Taeyong. Especially, since he doesn’t even remember the kiss you shared. Maybe you are overreacting, but that was your first kiss ever. It was a kiss shared with the one guy you have been crushing on since middle school. To think that it meant nothing to him kind of hurts.

You were on your way out of the building for lunch when the one person you have dreaded seeing for the past two weeks called your name.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You didn’t even turn your head; you just tried to walk faster because you were not in the mood to talk to Taeyong.

“Y/N,” Taeyong called as he caught up with you. “How have you been? We haven’t talked in so long!”

That’s the whole point, idiot. You didn’t turn your head and continued walking.

“So uh…are you free this Saturday? Johnny is hosting a party, and I was thinking we could go together.”

“I don’t want to go to a party Taeyong.”

“Oh…uh… maybe we can do something else! They opened up this bubble tea shop downtown.”

“I have plans.”

“Do you really have plans or are you just trying to avoid me?”

You whipped your head around to look at Taeyong, “I’m busy.”

“Doesn’t seem like it? You told me you were busy last Saturday when I asked you to hang out.”

“Well, because I was.”

“Then how come I saw you accepting to go on a date with Jeno?”

“I-”

“Y/N, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to offend you? Recently, you seem to want nothing to do with me.”

“That’s because I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“What? Huh? Why?”

“You really don’t remember, do you? Not even a little bit?”

“What? Y/N-what are you talking about? Remember what?”

You sighed, “just as I thought.”

“What is going on Y/N? Did something happen?”

“It’s nothing, forget it,” You tried to push past Taeyong, but he grabbed your shoulders.

“Can you please just tell me?” Taeyong looked down into your eyes. You wanted to tell him, but what if it just made everything worse? You don’t want to lose your best friend.

“I-” You looked away, “if I tell you…I’m scared it will make everything worse.”

“Huh? We are best friends. You can tell me everything and anything.”

“That’s the problem. We are just friends.”

With that, you slipped out of Taeyong’s hold and walked out the door. Taeyong felt like his heart was breaking, but he had no idea why. Seeing you walk out like that hurt more than when Jennie cheated and broke up with him. He was not just going to let you walk out like that.

“Y/N! Come back,” He ran out the entrance to try and find you. Thankfully, you haven’t walked too far. “Y/N!”

“What is it Taeyong?”

“Please just tell me what I did. I can’t stand you not talking to me. I miss hanging out with you, and these past few weeks have been so boring. Even, these past few months! I know we haven’t been as close since I started dating Jennie and then when we broke up. But please, just tell me what’s wrong! I miss my best friend. I miss you, Y/N,” Taeyong grabbed your hands.

Best friend. Of course. “Am I just really just your best friend?”

“Wait-what? What else would you be?” Taeyong’s eyes reflected worry.

“I can’t be anything more?” You pressed. This is probably the closest you will ever get to confessing.

“Anything more? Y/N-don’t tell me you li-” Taeyong’s grip on your hands tightened.

“Forget I said anything Taeyong,” You scoffed.

“What really happened the day you dropped me off at my house? I know this has something to do with it. Did I say anything out of the ordinary to you?”

“Taeyong, it’s fine. I’ll go with you to Johnny’s party. Please just drop it.” You tried to remove your hands from Taeyong’s, but he only held onto you tighter. It was almost as if he was scared you were going to disappear.

“No. Y/N tell me. Did I say something mean? Did I do something embarrassing? Did I get you in trouble? Did I kiss you or something?”

Kiss. “What do you think happened Taeyong?” You just wanted to go eat your lunch.

“Did I say that I like you or something?” Taeyong blurted out.

“What? You…like me?” You questioned hope growing in your tone.

“I-I-I d-don’t know,” Taeyong looked down.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You felt your voice break.

“I…all I know was that I was jealous seeing Jeno asking you out on a date. I know that it was not the jealously that friends should feel.”

“What do you want me to say to that?” You were almost running out of patience.

“I’m not sure.”

You could not take this anymore. One minute Taeyong treats you like a boyfriend would, the next he places you in the best friend box. Standing in front of your school, you conclude that you still hate Taeyong.

T-MINUS 3 DAYS

It is currently senior year, the last year before you are off to college. It also happened to be a day before Valentine’s Day. A holiday you never really cared about. All Valentine’s Day meant to you was getting to eat the candy that Taeyong received from his admirers.

You scanned the pink, red, and white decorations lining the walls of your local grocery store. You walked over to the candy section and saw the pink holographic packaging that was so familiar to you. It is the exact heart-shaped box of chocolates Taeyong got all those years ago in seventh grade. You picked up the box.

“Huh, it seems much smaller than I imagined,” You placed the box into your basket.

Over the past year, you and Taeyong worked out whatever problems you were facing. You never told him about the kiss because you never worked up the courage. Plus, deep down you knew it would make no difference. Instead, you and Taeyong went back to your original dynamic. The only difference was that now Taeyong acted a bit more like your boyfriend. He held your hand often, gave you regular hugs and back hugs. Your move nights and cuddling sessions increased. You never kissed again. Taeyong continued to send you mixed signals. You would walk into school holding hands, and he would leave with his arms around another girl. Fear consumed you too much to try and push past this barrier Taeyong put up. What if you pushed too far and lost a potential relationship and important friendship? You were content with how things were. Taeyong was yours only for the short 5-minute interactions throughout the day. He was yours to hold in those brief minutes, but those minutes were enough. You will just follow Taeyong’s pace. Maybe if you do, he will fall for you the same way you fell for him.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day; you sit at your desk prepping your gifts for your friends. A box of candy hearts for Yeri. A box of candy hearts for Nayeon. A box of candy hearts for Seulgi. M&Ms for Jaehyun. M&Ms for Mark. M&Ms for Jeno. A heart-shaped chocolate box for Taeyong.

“It’s now or never Y/N.”

T-MINUS 2 DAYS

“Yeri! I got this for you,” You handed Yeri her gift. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Omg! Thanks! Dang, that’s a big bag. Did you buy something for everyone?” Yeri pointed to the bag in your hands.

“No problem! And no. I only bought stuff for my friends. The bag is so big because I have no other bags.” You laughed as you waved Yeri goodbye.

“Nayeon, Seulgi! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You handed them their gifts.

“Aw, thanks!” Nayeon side hugged you.

“Thanks, babe you're the best!” Seulgi hugged you too.

“No problem guys, I’m going to hand the remaining gifts out. See you guys at lunch.”

On your way to Taeyong’s locker, you ran into Jaehyun and Mark. “Guys, happy Valentine’s Day!”

Jaehyun received the candy with a raised eyebrow, “shouldn’t you be giving this to Taeyong? You know the guy you like?”

“You like Taeyong?!” Mark asked shocked as you placed the gift in his hand.

“Yea,” you sighed. “And I did prepare a gift for him.”

“I’m rooting for you Y/N!” Jaehyun cheered.

“Me too!” Mark smiled “Even though I just found out today.”

You maneuvered your way through the school’s hallway.

You finally stood in front of Taeyong’s locker. He had no lock on. He did this every Valentine’s Day. One could say he’s cocky for this, others could say that he’s thoughtful. You let out a laugh as you opened his locker.

“Dang, he is still just as popular as he was before.” There are already tons of gifts stacked up in his locker. After a quick survey of the gifts, you realized yours is the only one with a separate note attached to it. “Well, at least I’ll stand out.” You shut his locker door and made your way to your next class.

Ding Dong Ding Dong the bell rang.

“Y/N, are you joining us at lunch?” Yeri asked.

“Yea, I just left my lunch in my locker. Plus, I still need to give Jeno his gift.”

“Oh, Jeno told me he’s sitting with us at lunch today. I think he and Mark are coming!”

“Oh that’s great, just let me get my lunch!”

“Got it, I’ll see you there.” Yeri turned in the direction of the cafeteria while you left to go to your locker.

From afar you saw a figure standing near your locker. You soon realized that it was Taeyong. You were about to approach him when you saw that he was inspecting his Valentine’s gifts.

🏶

Wow, I got a lot of gifts. Taeyong started to sort through the various things he received.

“Is that a cake?” Wow, that is new. A certain pink holographic packaging caught his eyes.

“That’s odd didn’t Jamie transfer schools? Is this another random confession?” He picked up the box and saw that there was a note attached to it.

People never leave me notes.

thought I should make up for all the times I've eaten your chocolates throughout the years. I’m glad one of us is popular bc at least we get free candy out of it lol. also happy vday's. ig you can figure out from the box what I'm trying to say?

Y/N? Did she send me this? Is she trying to confess-

Oh. He picked up my box. From your vantage point, you could not read Taeyong’s expression. You started to walk closer.

“Yongie I-” You called as you walked closer to him. But before you could catch his attention, you saw someone else walk up to him. You are not familiar with the girl who is standing in front of Taeyong right now. She slipped her hands into his and leaned in to kiss him.

She just kissed Taeyong. She kissed Taeyong, and he did not push her away.

Taeyong happened to be facing you, and you could see the way his eyes lit up.

His eyes never lit up like that when he looked at you. At that moment, it hit you that you were too late. You have always been too late.

“Oh Y/N!” Taeyong called your name.

You snapped out of your daze and walked over to the couple.

“Hey! This is my girlfriend, Rina. We started dating yesterday. Rina this is Y/N, my best friend.” Rina waves at you and you wave back.

“It’s nice to meet you,” You smiled at her. She was taller than you, but a couple of inches shorter than Taeyong. She had long black hair with blonde tips and bangs. She had a heart-shaped face and a pretty figure. She seemed to fit Taeyong’s type perfectly.

“I also received your chocolates! Thank you but erm sadly I can’t-”

“Taeyong, it’s fine. I’m so happy for you guys! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You flashed a smile.

“Y/N wait-” Your name still sounds so pretty coming from his lips even after all the times he hurt you.

You turned around and made your way to the cafeteria.

Ugh, I forgot my lunch in my locker.

T- MINUS 1 DAY

It’s the day after Valentine’s Day. Your desk is littered with the wrappers of the candy your friends gave you. Your phone lit up and the time read 7:00 PM. Your nap lasted longer than you expected. You threw on a sweatshirt and decided to go for a drive.

You ended up pulling into your town’s grocery store. As you grabbed a cart, you noticed that all the decorations have been taken down. The walls are no longer filled with pinks, reds, and whites. All the candy hearts, chocolates, and teddy bears have been removed from the shelves. Just like that, the holiday is over.

People sure move on fast.

Just like that, a year's worth of memories including hand holding, fake dates, and movie nights that turn into cuddling sessions thrown away. All flushed down the drain. Taeyong has a girlfriend and once again you are alone.

T-MINUS 0 DAYS

You realized that you can’t make Taeyong fall in love with you, but Taeyong can make you fall out of love with him.

FIN

A/N: hey y'all it's annie! i was planning for "see you around" to be my first full fic but I ended up finishing this one sooner. so i guess this fic counts as my first full fic! if you read this far oh my gosh thank you so much. leave any feedback you want and i hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! see you guys in my next fic! stay safe and healthy<3 and happy vday💕💕💕

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yuujilogy · 4 years

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ryomen sukuna - relationship headcanons

REQUEST: can you pls make sakuna relationship headcanons where he’s in a relationship with a girl the opposite of him (petite, sweet caring,etc)

| PAIRINGS: ryōmen sukuna x sweet fem!reader

| WARNINGS: grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 781

A/N: thanlk you for sending your request!! i always have fun reading and writing about sukuna because oop- he’s just uhh u know ...aha 😳 i hope this is what you expected. Enjoy!! 💕

Sukuna would NEVER admit he’s actually in a relationship with someone.

Admitting he was committed to a woman who would smile at anyone and anything, even curses like himself, as if she was friends with them?

Voluntarily?

Yeah, no, thank you.

He had a reputation to keep and he didn’t want any more obstacles in his way.

If you asked him, he thought you were full of shit at first. That kindness was going to get you killed and he couldn’t wait to laugh about it when that happened.

But after knowing you more and the way you treated everyone with such care, almost as if all of them were going to break, Sukuna hated to admit he didn’t see you in the same light as before.

The King of Curses had better things to do than to take care of a mere human, though.

He wouldn’t waste his time on going out with you nor treating you like you were even a tiny bit significant to him, hell, no.

Because, to him, you were just another woman he could toy with.

Since you were actually above average for his standards, his plan was to get what he wanted whenever he wanted for as long as he wanted, taking advantage of your kindness and leave.

But after the first time he kissed you (more like, you kissed him), he realised his own feelings, and Sukuna scoffed in disbelief. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, brat. This isn’t a regular thing. When you bore me, I’ll kill you.”

You just smiled honestly, because you knew he would always come back, and not to hurt you.

And, indeed, he always came back to you after that. At the end of the day, poor Sukuna was touch deprived.

So, to have you caressing his tattoos in awe with your soft hands and your small body pressed against him, he would just burst into oblivion.

Internally, of course.

His face was always a stoic one, never showing any emotions besides hatred and narcissism, trying to suppress the fact his stomach flipped with excitement when your hands reached the sides of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his while giggling.

“Stop teasing me, human” he growled, pulling your hands away roughly before smirking and taking the lead again by kissing you hard, trying to hide the fact he loved Every. Single. Thing you did to him.

Talking about teasing, Sukuna just loves to make you embarrassed. Nothing made him feel more fulfilled than making that smile of yours disappear when you get flustered and blushed whenever you heard his crude words, covering your face.

You could never bring yourself to tell him to stop teasing because, secretly, you loved it.

The way you were so innocent and sweet, your frame smaller than his, almost too fragile, made Sukuna go wild. And not in the wrong way.

Just as much as he wanted to slaughter and destroy everything and everyone, he wanted to corrupt you to the core. How could you blame him? After all, it was in his nature to turn everything his colours.

For his conscious self, this was a game and he was going to make it last as long as possible, playing with you until he got bored.

But, reaaaaally deep down, he knew he just wanted to spend more time with you.

He really isn’t a jealous type, he’s more possessive than anything.

Sukuna wanted all your kindness to be directed towards him and only him; your touch, your smiles, your kisses, all of you… He greedily wanted them all for himself and if he had to kill to keep you with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.

After all, you were the only one who actually showed some kind of affection to him and he couldn’t bare the sight of you smiling at other people the way you smiled at him. It had to be for him and him only.

In conclusion, Sukuna is just in denial about the fact he feels something more than “my-toy-thing” for you. Even if it wasn’t morally correct (for you) to be with a curse such as him, he was sure that every sorcerer had to rip him away from you in pieces again to leave you alone.

And no way in hell he would let that happen again with you by his side.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen writing #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna headcanons #ryomen sukuna x reader #anime x reader

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lavynrose · 3 years

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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