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fish-eat-fish · 10 months

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⋆ Gwen x f!reader ⋆ Sleep ⋆

request: @hyunslvvr can u pls do one for f!reader x gwen where they have a day in and they just stay in bed:)

tags: fluff, comfort, wlw, cuddling

word count: 2.1k

a/n: im paving away at requests rn, this one had me kicking my feet i LOVE gwen stacy _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING FOR HER, another one for the gays <3

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Un unbelievable stack of homework and two essays due. You couldn’t believe it. The sunlight beamed through your window and shined onto your desk, papers covering its surface as you tiredly scribbled on your assignment papers. Friday night and you had nothing better to do than weekend homework, how miserable. You sighed, tapping mindlessly on your desk when a buzz from your phone interrupted you. Picking it up, you smiled seeing it was Gwen.

It read, “on the way, open ur window!”

You sighed at the words, setting down your pencil and getting up out of your chair to unlock your window. Gwen had a bad habit of breaking in when she wanted to. You’d already assured her your family was okay with her visiting, preferably through the front door. But she always insisted that it was easier this way. Socializing seemed to sometimes stress her out you noticed.

Unlocking your window with a click, you raised it open, taking a nice breather as cold air blew in. The sunset was particularly nice today, and you didn’t quite mind seeing your favorite person right now. Sitting on your bed, you spiffed up your room for Gwen, making the bed and cleaning your cluttered desk. Just as you were about to exit your room to go and grab some snacks, a few knocks on your window sill signaled that your girlfriend had arrived. You turned around and beamed.

“Hey, sorry for the late notice.” She apologized, sitting on your window sill and climbing down from it. Taking off her white mask, Gwen sat down on your bed, crashing down on it. Until she rose up again.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Thank you for remembering.” You teased. Watching her take off her beaten-up shoes, and carefully placing them near the window on the floor. She let out a huff, flopping back onto your bed. Gwen’s suit was a little damaged and scratched. She looked tired.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I…?” She asked. It was obvious that she felt guilty about her visit. But you’d reassured her many times before that your room was always available to her whenever she wanted. And so was your company.

Eyeing the homework on your desk, you declared your study session over. It didn’t matter all that much compared to hanging out with her. “Nope. I’m glad you dropped by actually, I was getting bored.” You explained, looking at Gwen as she folded her legs up on your bed. Gwen awkwardly rubbed her arm as she looked around the room.

“So…”

“Yes.”

She raised her eyebrow, “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “Yes you can sleep over. I don’t mind.”

Gwen smiled at you, relieved. You leaned back against your desk, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She smirked, “What, you missed me?”

“Actually I did, yeah.”

Looking at Gwen, you figured that she didn’t have the best day today, being a crime fighting hero and all. Walking up to her and leaning down, you placed a hand on her cheek and gave her face a quick kiss. She chuckled and peered up at you. You held onto her cheek momentarily, “I’m gonna go and get us some snacks. Have you eaten anything today?”

“Oh uh, I haven’t had the chance yet.”

“Gwen.” You said, sternly.

“I just had to go to band practice, then there was some jerk downtown and-” She spoke quietly, her voice dying down as you stared at her, an irritated look on your face. Gwen sighed and grabbed the back of her neck, her hair falling down to hide her guilty expression.

“Sorry…”

You sighed, smiling at her nonetheless, “I’m gonna go make us some food. Stay put Spider.” Gwen grinned at you, watching you walk out of the room. She took a deep breath, lying down as she observed your room like she always did. She loved the comfort you and your space brought her. Your room was decorated with posters and fairy lights.

Gwen looked around, deciding that she should probably change. It was an unspoken ritual for Gwen to pick out something from your closet. You’d let her do it once, for a sleepover. But ever since, she’d found routine in picking out an outfit of yours for her to wear and potentially keep if given permission.

She walked up to your closet, finding a pair of pajama pants and an oversized tee. She slipped it on as she changed out of her spider suit, carefully tucking it away to where it was out of sight. Just in case. Gwen tugged the shirt towards her face, taking in your scent. Her senses were filled with just you, as she felt at ease.

Walking over to your bed, she noticed a new photo in your little collage of Polaroids. It was from your last hangout. “The Mary Janes Concert–October.” In it, Gwen was holding you by the waist, her drumsticks clasped in her hand. Your arm held her cheek for a kiss, whilst the other held up Gwen’s Polaroid camera. Gwen was laughing as she looked in your direction, feeling proud of your praise of her performance.

That night your throat was so raspy from cheering for her, and Gwen felt absolutely ecstatic as you tackled her after the concert. She was happy to introduce you to her band members after, grabbing you by the hand and speaking with pride to announce you as her one and only girlfriend.

Gwen stared at the Polaroid, taking it in. She smiled and reached out, touching the photo. Moments like these felt surreal, and being reminded that someone as amazing as you were willing to stick by her and be in her life, made her woozy. Gwen loved you a lot.

The door cranked open as you walked in, a plate of sandwiches in one hand, and a mug of freshly brewed tea in your other. You set down the food on your nightstand, glancing at Gwen as she took her hand away from the Polaroid hung up above your bed. You observed her, obsessed with the way she looked in your clothes.

“Being nosy again?”

“Just lookin’ around.” She shrugged, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

You sat down next to her, the bed shifting under your weight. You held out the plate towards her, to which she gratefully accepted. Gwen dug in right away, mumbling incoherent words as she ate. You laughed at this, “I can’t understand you when your chewing, you know that right?” Gwen swallowed her bite and smiled at you, gesturing to her sandwich.

“This is seriously good. I’ll never get tired of your food.”

“Glad you like it.” You grabbed the mug off of the nightstand, passing it to her as she finished the last bite of her sandwich. Chamomile is Gwen’s favorite. You’d made an effort to always keep it in stock for her since she liked to crash at yours a lot. Gwen took it carefully in her hands, blowing on the tea to cool it down.

You grabbed a pillow off of your bed and hugged it to your chest, just quietly watching Gwen as she drank her tea. You gently smiled, as she seemed a little bit more energized now. Grabbing your own mug from the nightstand, you drank it quickly, uncaring of how cold it had gotten. Putting the mug down, you patted the bed. Gwen looked up at you curiously.

“I’m a little tired today, do you wanna…?”

Her eyes widened as she lowered her mug.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” She smiled at your offer, shifting off of the bed, and placing her tea on your nightstand. She lifted the covers off of your bed, carefully moving the pillows and occasional stuffed animals off to the side to make room. As Gwen got into the bed, you turned off your main light, allowing the darkness to consume your room. The sun had set long ago now, and it was time to wind down. You walked up to your fairy lights, switching them on so that only gentle orange light illuminated your room.

Carefully stepping over to your bed, you got in, placing the covers over yourself, noting how you were much colder before. The warmth of your covers had you snuggling into them deeper. You glanced over at Gwen, who looked a little unsure of what to do with herself. You two were still kind of new to the whole cuddling thing. It’d taken a long while for Gwen to be comfortable with physical contact like that on top of that. She let out a small laugh as you snaked your arm around her as you faced her.

“What?” You asked, curious of her amusement.

“I don’t think this position is natural for you.” She teased, noting how awkward your arm felt around her torso. Your body was also pretty stiff. Gwen’s face was gently glowing due to the string lights, her blonde hair fell down into her face as she shifted her body to face towards you. So much for being big spoon tonight.

There was a quick silence between the two of you. Your face was comfortably above the covers, whilst Gwen pulled them up to cover her exposed skin. Her heart was racing, as usual. She’d never gotten used to intimate moments like this, and she’d decided that she’d never get used to it. You made her nervous in all the good ways.

Gwen peered at you, the covers pulled up to half of her face. Nothing was said between the two of you. Leaning in closer, you gently moved her blonde hair out of her eyes. Talking no louder than a whisper, you spoke, “Your hair, I think the pink is fading, you should…”

Gwen shuffled, reaching out and grabbing your collar, pulling you closer to her. Her hair tickled your face as she hovered her face near yours, before carefully connecting her lips with yours. It was quick but intimate. And if not for the dark, Gwen would have definitely taken the opportunity to comment on the rising red on your cheeks. She pulled away, not completely leaving the kiss as her lips brushed over yours. And yet just like that it was over.

She cleared her throat as you lay there speechless, she glanced at your eyes through the dim room, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

“We should probably sleep now. It’s getting… late.” She blurted. That statement was probably wrong, but you nodded anyways. Gwen’s internal alarms went off, as she criticized her judgment. That took a lot of courage, but she didn’t want you to know. Laying beside her, you stared at Gwen in awe and adoration. You loved this girl so much it was unbelievable.

“Fine.” You sighed. Gwen eyed you questioningly.

“Go on.” You said defeatedly. Gwen laughed at your words, smirking as she saw your expression.

“Finally.” She teased.

Turning over to the other side, you felt her cold hands wrap around your torso, pulling you in closer. Your bodies were snug against each other. Still being wide awake, you hoped Gwen didn’t feel your thumping heart as her hand was placed on your torso. She definitely did notice of course, but she was nervous too, hiding her face in your shirt.

You both lay there, nervous and awkward, as it was usually in the beginning stages of a relationship. You felt her move your fingers, playing with them.

“I think you’re the most amazing girl I know.” She spoke softly, into your back. Your heart fluttered at this. At Gwen’s voice, and the way she gave you affection.

“I love you,” you whispered out.

Gwen only smiled as she planted a soft kiss into your shoulder.

“I love you too.”

Yawning, Gwen mumbled something into your shirt, unable to really keep her eyes open any longer. You hummed, questioning what she said. But she didn’t reply. You’d finally calmed down, letting the comfort of the covers and Gwen’s warmth ease your mind. The city’s ambiance seeped into your room through the open window as you let your mind wander. Gwen’s breathing slowed down, her head placed on your back.

Readjusting yourself and the covers by pulling them up, you froze as Gwen stirred in her sleep. Cautiously, you pulled part of the covers over her. Gwen held onto your torso tighter and moved her face into your neck, her breathing tickling your skin. Holding her hand, you caressed her skin. Her hands were rough and calloused, evidence of her skills as a drummer.

Feeling Gwen twitch in her sleep, she subconsciously intertwined her fingers with yours. The only thing you could remember was Gwen’s touch as you dozed off. Gwen may have needed your comfort and presence the most after every day as Ghost-Spider, but she’d never understand that you needed her more than you let on.

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#across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse fanfic #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x y/n #female reader #wlw fanfic #atsv gwen #atsv x reader

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haesunflower · 1 year

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don’t let the ice melt | park gunwook

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: reader (afab) x park gunwook

about/tags: in which reader is mad at gunwook, and gunwook does his very best to apologize

reader is an procrastinating grumpy student, established relationship, gunwook is just trying to be nice, gunwook best boy, reader is weak for gunwook, reader has pride lol, gyuvin is mentioned, gunwook is younger by a year but that’s not a major plot point

My god you were so annoyed today.

You overslept after Gunwook forgot to wake you up from your “15 minute nap”. Gyuvin called early this morning to ask where you were, as class was about to start. Seeing as to how you didn’t finish any of the essays you were supposed to work on the night before – you ultimately skipped all your morning classes.

To make matters worse, Gunwook didn’t look the least bit apologetic. Well, at least not until you kicked him out of the room so you could focus.

But that’s the thing, you couldn’t focus. You were overwhelmed, annoyed that you were overwhelmed, then angry. You weren’t even capable of finishing a complete thought, let alone an entire essay. The more you hit the backspace on your keyboard, the more frustrated you got. You were mad at yourself. If you hadn’t procrastinated, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

In defeat, you brought your hands to your head. You dug your nails into your scalp to relieve pressure, only to be disrupted by the sound of a door knob being opened. You saw Gunwook ever so lightly shuffling towards you, making sure to close the door gently behind him. You turned back around to your notes splayed across the table, fingernails no longer digging into your skin. Rather, busying itself with tapping against the surface of the wooden desk almost manically.

Personal frustration aside, the thing that actually irked you the most right now is that goddamned cute face of Park Gunwook.

“I made your favorite” he says.

Your eyes travelled to the Spanish Latte he so carefully placed on your desk using two hands. As if he was scared to even set it down in the first place. His fingers trembled as he brought out the tissues from the cup holder, placing it ever so lightly under the burning cup.

Because you didn’t acknowledge him, Gunwook took two steps away from where you were seated on your swivel chair. You couldn’t see it, but Gunwook had to wipe his sweaty palms against his jeans. Followed by a series of antsy movements, in which he ended up nervously massaging his right wrist with his left hand. He continued to fiddle with this hands like that as if he was mustering up the courage to say something.

“Noona, how long are you going to keep ignoring me?”, Gunwook asked in a low voice.

You were imagining that he had his head down, eyes trailed to the floor. You knew he felt terrible, you could hear it in his voice. Just the image of Gunwook looking defeated and apologetic almost cracked away at the coldhearted act you were so set on continuing.

You’re still mad at him,you try to remind yourself. Which is why you tried not to show any reaction. You didn’t want your ice-out to melt. You had too much pride. Which is exactly why you decided that you cannot, at any moment in time, dare look him in the eye. This was when you realized how weak you truly were, especially for a younger boy named Gunwook.

You felt pathetic, how easily you could forget your anger just by looking at his face. In this situation, hearing his voice. And you couldn’t let him know that.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Gunwook”, you mustered up the most frustrated sigh to express your disdain.

He’s about to protest, but responds with an “oh..o-okay”

Gunwook shoved his fists into the pockets of his black hoodie, turning away to the opposite direction. Disappointed, he dragged his feet back toward the door.

You’re about to pick up the coffee, but you’re halted halfway when you get to read the words written on the cup. Gunwook must have seen you glance at it, because with false confidence he strides back to you. Your back still turned, he bends down to your left ear and whispers,

“I’ll just be outside okay?”

He places his lips against your cheeks, which instantly beams a bright red. You hope he didn’t feel the heat rush to your face. His small peck lingers as he walks away from you with his hands in his pockets, this time feeling satisfied.

You only take a look at the coffee cup again after you hear the door shut. The words “I’m sorry, you just looked so sleepy last night. You needed the rest.” was written in black marker. He also included a little drawing of the two of you, with his caricature hugging your sleeping figure.

Picking it up for further examination, you turned it around to see another message, only this time written in your native language: “When you’re done drinking this, place the cup outside the door. Then I’ll come in and hug you.”

Damn you, Park Gunwook. This is exactly why I can never stay mad at you.

You drink from the coffee, never mind that it’s still kinda hot. You look back down at your laptop, and continued typing away – productivity at an all time high now that you were in a better mood.

Outside, Gunwook cleans up the mess he made. The coffee machine he left plugged in, the drafted cups splayed across the floor, all with differed drawing drafts of the message he left you, and the laptop he left open with Google Translate at bay.

When he’s all done, he smirks when he hears the bedroom door open ever so slightly. He sees you put the cup outside, even if it is still half full. Gunwook smiles to himself before making his way back to you. ---

A/N: first written work on my blog! hope you guys like it feel free to leave feedback ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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girlboccaccio · 1 year

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Thx @girldante for the tag, so:

1. Are you named after anyone? No. When I turned 12 it was gifted to me the Diary of Anna Frank, and I was amazed not only by the fact that the diary itself was a gift given to her when she turned 12 like me, but also that her birthday was the same day as mine, the 12 of June, and we have the same name with the same pronunciation (Italian Anna vs German Anna), so I used this story to flex a bit when I was younger, but actually my parents were undecided between Anna or Gloria and choose which sounded nice the most according to them (there were also Sara or Elisabetta according to my older siblings, but were debunked pretty fast). My baptismal name, that in Italy could be different from the normal one used and written down in the registry offices, is Anna Gloria.

2. When was the last time you cried? In front of people? Centuries ago.

Alone with myself? Uuuh I think 2/3 days ago but it was due to concussion, not sadness, and it was so liberatory.

3. Do you have kids? I’m in the age and some of my ex schoolmates have already started, but I’m not ready and in general I don’t think to be “mom material”. I’m an aunt and is enough for me, actually I don’t believe neither in the existence of a primordial maternal instinct.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, unfortunatelly in the past I risked to be too harsh/rough, thanks godness growing up I figured out that people have boudnaries and we have to respect them, also while using sarcasm. My sense of humor still mantain some spikes of malice and naughtiness, but I’m fully capable of censore myself and if I have only the minimal doubt to have gone too far, I immediately confront it and apologize.

In a broader sense, everyone that know me well is aware that I use sarcasm a lot.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? How they’re dressed, but not in a snob/up-and-down looking way, I look at it but I never give/have an opinion, and after that I give a lot of attention to their hair (yeah...). I’m also pretty impressed by manners and politeness.

6. What's your eye colour? Dark brown, actually my right pupil's darker and the left one is slightly lighter, but is a minor difference easily noticeable only if you are almost forehead aganist me.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Open endings and psicological horror movies. I would watch all the splatter or horror movies with demonic possessions, ghosts etc and remain indifferent, but if you want to scare the fuck out of me you have to make me watch psichological long movies with plausible stories (example: the docu-series Abducted in Plain Sight or the Austrian movie Goodnight Mommy). Is the fact that some stories could happens for real that make me stay up at night.

8. Any special talents? According to other people, I have a great deal of immagination and inventiveness when I’m in a good mood. I have also a good auditory memory. I’m also pretty multitasking, when I’m in a good mood, and I manage to organize different things on differents level. The problems arise when I’m not in a good mood.

I have also a fast pace when walking and I’m good in recognizing different fragrances, being interested a lot in perfumes (I’m also listed in some social, web pages and newsletter on the argument, like Fragrantica or Sniff, this last one is basically and instagram but only about fragrances).

Always according to other people, I’m good in brainstorming and problem solving, usually it happened that I had to found immediate and fast solutions to emergences at works and I sometimes managed to resolve it.

9. Where were you born? North-est Italy, between Venice (where I studied during Uni and now work) and the Dolomites/Alps.

10. What are your hobbies? Reading (different subjects, both novels, essays, newspaper), writing, listen to music (I’m pretty dedicated to it and I spend a lot of time to searching new artists from various underground scenes, and thanks to this I’m not only on spotify but also in other platform for emerging artists), walking/trekking, stroll around the city, visits museums, exibithions and events (thanks to my bachelor degree I know many people and have some friends who organize art events and I always go to support them, plus I also worked/voluntereed in the field during the past so Is always nice to mantain old habits), archery, during spring/summer standup paddleboarding and kayak, living near two rivers and a big ass lagoon is pretty easy to find moments for this.

11. Do you have any pets? I’ve had. For now I don’t want them, maybe in the future a cat or a small dog, I also like birds but if they escape from a window (like it happened to my cousin) I would be heartbroken.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Volleyball meanwhile teenaged, got tired fast enough but endured for some years to mantains some friendships and because I don’t had other options (I loved fencing, but it was too expensive for my family, and there was also swimming, but in the swimming pool when I would have practice it I hated everyone lol).

13. How tall are you? Between 1.68 or 1.70 cm I think.

14. Favourite subject in school? During high school I was an ace in literature, history, art history and economic subjects, during last year I managed to go well also in chemistry. During University the passion for the management subjects only deepened.

15. Dream job? Being billionare.

Idk who to tag, I think that from the original list I’m the last one to complete it, cool.

#asks tag

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hoewkeye · 2 years

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Sun & Moon: Chapter One

“I just find my way back in”

Summary: It has been four months since yours and Sang-woo’s paths crossed, and you’re deeply in love with him-- unfortunately, he won’t let you in. But you can’t give up on him. Not yet.

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo/Reader

Word Count: 3,035

Tags: There’s a slight mention of suicide -- but it’s nothing, actually, just dark thoughts --, age gap, hints at codependency but it’s nothing, fluff, mention of latin accent - parts will be tagged individually.

Chapter’s Song: Cinnamon Roll by Lana Del Rey

A/N: Oh, hey! I actually posted it when I said I would, what a lovely surprise - that’s me talking to myself. Thank you all for the support, seriously. I’m so happy. This is the fluff-ish beginning of a kind-of-love-story so I hope you enjoy it. Also a little “spoiler” because I can’t keep it in my pants: next chapter’s song is False God by Taylor Swift. Don’t forget feedbacks are appreciated.

Prologue | Sun & Moon Masterlist | Next Chapter

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It was hard not to want Sang-woo every time you saw him walking across the corridor, a good few feet away from you. It was hard not to want him close -- closer -- and it was hard fighting against yourself to resist the urge to kiss him madly, deeply.

But it was even harder having him this close, only inches away, because that’s when you’d realize that even being so close you couldn’t kiss him.

His eyes kept scanning you as you cleaned his wounds, an internal debate inside his own mind, his glasses long forgotten on the table. Sometimes his eyes would twitch, a trace of his pain, and you’d apologize softly even though you found it extremely amusing to see his countless attempts to hide his pain.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, plain uncertainty in his tone.

You frowned, “Because you’re hurt, I suppose.”

You had just left your room to do the laundry when you saw Sang-woo trying to open his door with shaky hands, a trail of blood coming from the start of the corridor until the spot he was. After seeing his swollen eye and blood dripping face, you just grabbed his arm and dragged him to your room, where you started taking care of his bruises without really thinking twice.

“There’s no need to.”

You bit your lower lip softly, feeling some frustration grow inside of you. You knew you didn’t need to and, hell, you probably shouldn’t. But what would you do? For a month and a half, Sang-woo was everything you knew. He was always there; every morning when you left to go to SNU, every night when you came back. Sometimes you’d just say ‘hi’, but mostly you’d talk for hours - mostly your voice being heard, feeling comfortable with his presence and smart remarks from time to time.

“I know I don’t need to”, you whispered, avoiding his gaze. After that first month, you did make new friends, but Sang-woo still was the most important person you had in ROK*, for some reason. “But I care about you”, you spoke so low you couldn’t be sure he even listened, but you soon added: “Also, you were there for me when I needed you”, and it was true.

It happened a month ago. After two weeks working on the biggest essay, staying up all night, watching documentaries, reading books and searching for a whole lot of references, your work got roasted and your professor told you had to re-do everything. You should've just accepted the criticism and done as he said, but you were just so tired-- the tears came quickly, and you collapsed in the bathroom.

And the only thing you could think about was going home. Enjoy Sang-woo’s silence, see him adjusting his glasses when uncomfortable or while searching for words to say. You wanted to go home, and he was the closest thing you had to a home.

So you called him, still crying, and asked him to pick you up. He did-- showed up in his nice car and took you home.

In your room, you wrapped your arms around him and cried on his shoulder. At some point, he hugged you back, trying to comfort you even though he couldn’t find the right thing to say. He stayed and you appreciated it so much, knowing how hard it was for him to actually demonstrate something.

And now you were trying to take care of him. Just a little bit. Just for a little while.

You wanted to know what had happened, why did he end up like that. You wanted to know why it was so strange to him to have someone caring about him. You wanted to know about him, because he knew too much about you and how could you fall so deeply with someone you knew so little about?

“Thank you”, he finally said, in a raspy voice you could barely understand. The way his eyes were locked up on your face, burning your skin, made you low your own gaze.

“It’s fine”, you tried to smile, shivers going up and down your spine. Can’t you see what you’re doing to me, Sang-woo? Are you really that naïve? “Though I really wanna know why it bothers you so much, you know, me helping you.”

“It doesn’t. As I said, there’s just no need to.”

“Well, sure looks like it. Lift your head a bit”, he did as you told and you pressed the cotton wool on the corner of his still bleeding lip. “What happened, by the way?”

“Nothing. A bar fight. I tried to help.”

Liar.

“Sure.”

And once again the silence fell over you as you cleaned the mess that was his — somewhat, still beautiful — face. You wondered when it all started; his closeness, coldness. What made him the person he now was, what could’ve gone wrong. Why sometimes it felt like he was hopeless, on the verge of a cliff, about to fall.

About to jump.

“Done. All patched up and clean”, you offered him a smile when you finished. “You’re good to go” and I know you’re dying to do so, you’re dying to run away from me. As if I’m poison.

“Thank you”, he said again, not so soft this time, and stood up. “I guess I’ll just… go to my room”, he tried to offer you a smile before turning his back on you and walking steadily to the door. His hands were still shaking, you noticed.

Only if you could say to him all the things you’ve been meaning to say...

“Sang-woo”, you called before you could even think twice about it. He turned back at you again, and if you weren’t so lost in your own feelings you’d have seen the glimpse of relief in his eyes. Relief, but also anguish.

What should’ve you said?

I appreciate your company more than I should. I appreciate your attentive eyes, your posture, even your silence, and I love the sound of your voice every time you dare yourself to talk. You’re the first person I’ve grown fond of here. You were the first person I cared about and made me feel like home. I just wish you wouldn’t keep me locked out, I wish I knew more about you. I wish I knew more because I always feel like I’m insane for falling without knowing.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t say that.

“I just hope you know you can trust me. And if you need any help, I’ll do my best to help you.”

He nodded, looking at you for a few seconds longer before lowering his head. You’ve had enough conversations with him to know that he wouldn’t say a thing, he’d just leave you behind with your messy thoughts and feelings. Another night awake, thinking about getting over him without really doing it.

“Sang-woo,” you called once again, your voice sounding choked as you tried to contain all that you were feeling in that moment. That single moment, standing up from the bed and walking towards him. It was bigger than you, those feelings. Bigger than anything you had ever felt before. So you touched his bruised cheek and looked him in the eyes, whispering: “Sang-woo, kiss me.”

It took the weight off your chest when you noticed he was already looking at your lips, one of his hands locking up on your waist way faster than you’d ever expect. He wants this too, was the last thing you thought before he finally sealed your lips together.

And it felt like heaven. Having his body so close to yours, towering over you as he was so tall and big, making you feel safe, warm. His other hand, on the back of your neck, held you so firmly but yet so gently you couldn’t help but moan softly as you kissed.

“Y/N…” he sighed, his lips not quite away from yours, “You’re being naïve… stupid.” Now both of his hands were on your cheeks, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to push you away or hold you still.

“I’m not”, you replied softly, panting a little. You kissed him again, and then the corner of his lips, and then kissed him once more. How could you say to him that he was the first man who ever made you feel safe? “Sang-woo…”

He breathed your name, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re too young, too…”

“Don’t say stupid again. I want this”, you pleaded. I want you.

“You don’t know what you’re saying”, he stated and, making up his mind, let go of your face and took a step back. “I need to go”, he couldn’t even look at you. You felt all that famous butterfly in your stomach dropping dead as a suddenly cold, sad feeling took over you. “I’m sorry.”

And just like that, he left.

———

As if he wanted to make things worse, Sang-woo started to avoid you.

For four days in a row, you hadn’t seen him. And you could try and lie to yourself by saying it was fine, but the truth was that you kind of missed him. You missed him a lot, and not seeing him every day gave you the feeling that your days were incomplete, as if you changed your whole routine after months being comfortable with it.

It was Friday night when you saw him again, leaving his room as you were about to enter on your own, a bag with wine and the complete season of a sitcom in your hand. “Hey,” you said, your voice low. He just waved his hand and walked right past you, which made you sigh in frustration. “Why are you avoiding me?”, you blurted out.

He turned around, clearly uncomfortable, “I’m not-”

“Don’t lie to me”, you pleaded. “It’s the least you can do.”

He sighed, putting his hands inside his pockets, and looked down. He seemed like a kid, and again you wondered about all the things you didn’t know about him or his life.

“I just shouldn’t be around you. I don’t know how to explain, but I can’t…” he adjusted his glasses and took a deep breath. “I won’t bring any good to you, believe me.”

“You already do.”

“Those are your feelings speaking. It’s a rush, it will pass soon enough.”

“A rush?”, you scoffed. “Stop trying to push me away. Why won’t you let yourself feel this?”

His eyes twitched, the same sign of pain you had seen earlier that week, and he blurted: “Because there’s nothing to feel.”

Ouch. If your heart were made of glass, it would’ve shattered then. All the things you wanted to say got stuck in your mouth, the air leaving your lungs so quickly you could only mumble: “Got it. I’m sorry. You seem to be in a rush anyways so… enjoy your night, Sang-woo.”

You went inside your room so fast you couldn’t even look at him one last time.

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That week passed by painfully.

Cho Sang-woo was a cold man, loveless, too smart to think about caring. He was too rotten, too broken to love someone else. He was lonely. And now, more than ever, he was alone. He was alone because for months he had been graced with some human form of sunshine. You were always smiling, always talking, and would bring a comfort that had been long forgotten by him.

He knew he could trust you, put his heart -- if he had any by now -- in your hands and he would be okay. But he also knew he would break you, he would be okay while you wouldn’t, because his life was a mess and soon you would get involved. You could take good care of him, but he couldn’t ever do the same for you.

You were too good to be true. And spending the week knowing he had lost it, that little glimpse of happiness and hope you had brought him, had made him sadder than ever. As if he wasn’t depressed enough.

He thought about how long you stayed. For how long you had accepted his half-words and half-smiles. And he hated himself, and then hated you a little. He hated himself because he’d destroy everything good he ever touched. He hated you because you, amongst everyone else, made him care about destroying things. Or even touching things.

That night, his mom called him. They talked for a bit and soon he was annoyed, feeling like he was about to explode for a million reasons. For lying, for not being what everyone expected him to be, for not being able to say “I love you” back at her. Because in another life that would be a nice call, he could’ve even said that he had met someone, that he was planning on asking you on a date, and maybe say “I love you” back to his own mother, but instead he wanted to blow his brains out. And he rushed to turn off the call after a quick “I need to go”.

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Next Friday night, Cho Sang-woo was at your door.

You had decided to make his life easier. You didn’t appear on his apartment door, and didn’t even bother avoiding him since he was already doing it. You sucked it up and decided to ignore all that had happened and continue to live your life like a normal PhD foreign student, hanging out with people from your classes and not thinking about the man next door, even though you thought about him all the time.

“Hey”, you said hesitantly as you opened the door and saw him standing there. “Do you need anything?”

“I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you last week”, he said it quickly, as if ripping a band-aid off. “I was stupid and didn’t mean what I said.”

“Yes, you did. But it’s okay, seriously, don’t you worry. I am a nosy and pushy person, I get it”, you tried to offer a smile. Just once more. But you couldn’t.

“You are not”, he affirmed and then paused, correcting it: “You are, a little bit, but there’s nothing wrong with it”, and just like that you couldn’t hold back the ghost of a smile that appeared in your face.

And he smiled.

A sad smile, but still a smile.

“Sang-woo…”, he was starting to get used to hearing his name like this, in your lips, in your latin accent. And again, you wanted to tell him all the things you’ve been feeling from the start. There were things you wanted to talk about, like… “Do you wanna come inside so we can talk?”, you interrupted your own line of thoughts. It was still too painful to think about how quickly you feel for him and how he didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

He followed you inside and you bit your lower lip to contain another shy smile. “There’s things… I’ve been meaning to say”, you said as both of you sat on the couch, side by side, and you looked at your hands, gathering courage to say what you needed to.

“I fancy you”, he blurted and you blinked, caught completely off guard.

You suddenly gazed at him, searching for something that would say that he was kidding or messing with you. There was nothing.

And it felt like someone had just taken the weight of the world away from your shoulders. A wave of relief washed over you, but at the same time your heart started beating so fast you got afraid you might have a panic attack. Why did he get so under my skin?

“You ‘fancy’ me?” you asked with a smirk, though, when you realized his choice of words, your voice sounding cracked. And suddenly it felt like everything was okay. “This sounds a lot like that kind of movie where the protagonist is promised to a man she doesn’t love and he’s all polite and stuff.”

“That’s all you have to say?”, he nervously inquired.

“For now, yeah.”

He nodded. He kind of deserved that, he knew, but still- he didn’t want to stay quiet around you. He wanted to be loud, he wanted you to be loud, so maybe he could make the right choice -- or would it be the wrong choice, to let his feelings towards you speak louder than his sanity?

“What kind of movies are you watching?” he asked, avoiding his own thoughts.

“What kind of movies are you watching?” you were so enjoying yourself, he could see. You seemed happy.

“I don’t watch movies.”

“Jesus”, her hand was now on her chest while her face seemed truly shocked. Sang-woo found it extremely funny, “And what do you do for fun?”

“Fun?” he closed his eyes, trying to think. I talk to you for fun, sometimes you almost crack me up, so I hope that counts, but it’s all. “What do people my age do for fun, anyways?” and you laughed out loud.

Only to stop on your tracks when you realized it was the perfect timing to ask the question that was bothering you for the past week: “How old are you, by the way?”

“Forty-six”, he didn’t even blink.

“Oh.”

“Oh”, he mimicked.

You laughed, his suddenly childish attitude amusing you. You felt the urge to tell him, “you’re the first man who actually ‘fancies’ me, you know”, but you’d probably scare him away. How could you? How could you tell him no other man has ever taken care of you, loved you or even kissed you gently? Only casual flings, never something you’d look forward to. It always left a void inside of you.

But Sang-woo, Sang-woo and his moody humor, his quiet personality, the way he’d look at you or smile with his eyes instead of actually talking about stuff, Sang-woo made you feel alive. Whole.

There was something about him, as if God had made him for you.

“Sang-woo”, you called once again. His eyes darted back at you, a glow of hope shining there, “Kiss me.”

And he did.

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @octopus5555 (thanks for your support <3)

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peachhcs · 3 years

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Love Languages Pt. 2

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Pt.2 to Luke asking you what Love Languages are

Warnings: talk of drinking and cheating but that’s it

Word Count: 1.6k

Here is part two that you all have been asking for! I deeply apologize for how long it took me to get this up, school is really kicking my butt. I have a bunch of people asking to be on my taglist and I’m currently in the works of making one so comment or reblog or something telling me you want to be on my taglist! Make sure you specifiy for my series or for small blurbs/oneshots like this or both!

Thank you so much for the amazing feedback! I love the comments and y’all are so amazing!

I’m not sure if this will have a part 3?? but let me know if you want one haha. I won’t be tagging anyone in this because my tags got lost in my notifications, so if you want to be tagged again, make sure you read above! :)

PART 1

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You didn’t mean to avoid Luke, it just kind of happened. Junior Year was no joke and it felt like every night and every weekend you had piles of homework to get done, so you sort of drifted from going to Julie’s house everyday. She didn’t mind, she understood just as much and kept you updated on how the band was doing. However, you still felt guilty for avoiding the boys. You were worried that Luke would think he scared you away by touching you, but you were feeling the exact opposite. You wanted to explore more and find out more but here you were, in your room at 12am trying to finish this nagging essay that was due in 8 hours.

You felt your eyelids growing heavy but you shook your head, trying to keep yourself awake. The 3 monster drinks on your nightstand said enough about how much you were trying to keep yourself awake. You had 2 paragraphs left but you knew you were at a losing battle with yourself. The way your eyes were just glazing over at this point and rereading the same sentence over and over was becoming a very evident indication that you needed sleep. Before you could even think about quitting for the night, there was a noise from the side of your room and a grunt. Your eyes quickly darted over to where the noise came from and there stood Luke with that magenta pull over that you really liked.

“Luke?” His eyes quickly darted over to you, clearly surprised to still see you awake.

“Y/n..hey..” He started and you pushed your laptop away to give him your full attention.

“What are you..doing here?..” You weren’t really sure why he was here and you felt a small bit of tension in the room from avoiding him for the past few weeks.

“I uh..came to see you..” His voice was small and you pushed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“At 12 in the morning?..” You knew ghosts didn’t really sleep but it was still a strange sight to see Luke in your bedroom this late at night.

“Yup..” He trails off and pushes his glance down to the floor. You raised your eyebrow, knowing he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. You two were still best friends after all, so you could read him like an open book.

“Luke, seriously. What are you doing here?” You ask trying to push an answer out of him. He finally meets your gaze again and you see his small expression on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

You blinked a few times at his bluntness. This time you were the one to avoid his gaze. You picked at your fingernails slightly, knowing Luke was watching you and waiting for an answer.

“I don't mean too.. School’s been tough and stuff.” You say cringing at how lame that sounded even though it was true. Luke stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide if you were lying to him or not. You avoided his eyes and kept your glance locked on the floor.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I overstep by touching you? I didn’t mean to scare you or anything..” Luke trails off and you frown. You quickly shake your head to tell him no.

“No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been really swamped with homework..” You grimace to yourself for coming back to your really lame excuse. You watch as Luke steps a little closer, testing the waters. When you don’t object to him moving closer, he takes a slow seat on your bed beside you.

“You look tired..” He points out, gently reaching to touch your cheek. It warms both of your bodies as your skin makes contact. His hands were..warm..and comforting. You weren’t sure what you expected but it definitely wasn't this. Who knew ghosts were warm?

“I told you I’ve been swamped with homework.” You chuckle and this time Luke chuckles along with you. He gently pulls his hand away and folds them into his lap. You stare down at your feet for a few moments trying to figure out what to say next. This felt like completely new territory the two of you were exploring and by the energy and growing tension in the room; this was a little bit scary.

“Do you think you know..why we can..touch?” You ask hesitantly. Julie was filling you in here and there at school, but it wasn’t much and they didn’t seem to come up with anything as to why you had the “powers” too.

“No..it’s still all confusing. We think Julie’s mom has something to do with us being connected to Julie but we don’t know about you.” Luke says, side eyeing you and you weren’t sure if that was a hint for you to talk about your past or not.

You didn’t really open up about your past. No one had ever really asked so you never really talked. Julie knew a little bit, she knew that your mom and dad fought a lot and you didn’t like being at home that much, but that was about it. You didn’t talk about it further than that, so when you could feel Luke trying to dig into your past more, you shrugged.

“My parents don’t talk much about stuff. I don’t know.” You say, keeping it short and simple. Luke frowns a little at your answer, but he knows not to push so he doesn’t. The two of you sit in more silence beside one another. You picked at your finger nails while Luke’s eyes travelled around your room.

“I ran out on my mom. She didn’t believe in my dream and though dropping out of high school was the worst possible idea. We got into a fight and I ran out. That was the last time I saw her face to face. I died before I could make amends with her.” You glance at Luke, surprised at his openness. Even though you guys were best friends, talking about stuff like this was kind of off limits. The memory hurt too much so you never talked about at home, parent problems.

“Wow..I’m sorry. That must have been hard on both of you.” You admit and Luke nods.

“It was, but Julie helped me make amends with them last year.” Luke smiles a little and you smile too. You knew his little story was a play to get you to start talking so you took in a little breath.

“My dad cheated on my mom a few years ago with..a few other women. My mom keeps trying to make excuses for him to keep him around. They fight a lot because my dad doesn’t want to stay but my mom keeps pushing it. They’re both pretty heavy drinkers, too. It’s not a very good mix.” You explain. It felt weird to say it out loud, but it also felt nice to talk about it with someone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I can’t imagine how difficult that is.” Luke empathizes but you only shrug.

“It’s a good thing Julie let’s me come over so much. She’s been there for me for it all and I really love her for that.” You say, smiling at the thought of Julie’s friendship. You really couldn’t ask for a better best friend to get through it all.

“Yeah, Julie’s really great. She does it all.” Luke laughs and you nod in agreement. More silence fills in between you two but it was comfortable silence. This time you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder and he pulls his arm around you to bring you closer. You could feel the tension slowly fading away. Sometimes all it took was one meaningful conversation to break the barrier.

“Oh yeah, I saw these on my way over here and I thought you might like them.” Luke smiles and you watch as he digs into his pocket before pulling out a small bouquet of those pretty Aster flowers. You sit up a little, instantly recognizing them. They were your grandma’s favorite before she passed away when you were little.

“Asters?” You ask and Luke glances at you a little surprised.

“Is that what they’re called? They’re really pretty.” Luke smiles and hands them to you. You smile, smelling them and instantly getting that fresh scent of your grandma’s house.

“They are very pretty. Thank you.” You smile warmly and Luke smiles again.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. They just reminded me of you.” Luke says and you chuckle. That was something your grandma had said to you a lot.

“You should probably get going. It’s getting late and the boys are probably wondering where you are.” You chuckle, glancing at how much later it had gotten and you still had to wake up for school the next morning.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at Julie’s tomorrow?” Luke stands up and sends you a hopeful glance. You chuckle and nod a yes.

“Yeah, see you there, Patterson.” Luke smiles at your response. You watch as he hesitates to leave for a moment and you’re about to question him when in one quick motion he plants a kiss on your cheek before poofing out.

You sit there, a little stunned, before allowing a small blush to creep its way onto your cheeks. You got up to put your flowers in your little vase on your desk. It added a nice touch to your room. If Luke hadn’t come in to make you more alert, you would have missed it. On your desk by the vase was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Upon examining it further, it was one of the last notes your grandma had written to you before she passed away. You thought you had lost that somewhere in your numerous papers, but there it was, front and center on your desk.

I will be with you, today, tomorrow, and forever. You just have to look for the signs - Grandma

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creativeashproductions · 4 years

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A Discovery of Ghosts // Luke Patterson

Summary: Avoiding the house, the eldest Molina sibling has been unaware of the new chapter in Julie’s life until one fateful night.

Warning: Swearing, angst, fluff and overprotective!reader

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The dirty bag dropped on the ground as you cracked your neck heading straight for the kitchen, for the last year you would find Julie in there. Before the loss of your mother Julie spent all her time in the studio whether it be doing homework or playing the piano. Now, with the grief still striking hot within the Molina family even a year later.

“Jules?” You called out pouring a large glass of water. Dropping the empty water bottle in the sink.

In all honesty you hadn’t been home longer than to grab a bite and sleep before heading straight back to the field. It was a way of keeping away from the sadness permeating the house and the absence of your mom. Along with avoiding the awkward conversations of selling the house when it was really only Julie that okay with it.

“Dad?” You called next grabbing the sticky note off the fridge

Girls,

Carlos had a last-minute practice. Money left in the jar for supper.

- Dad

You hummed heading for the stairs to take a shower taking a guess that Julie was either in her room or at Flynn’s place. Bag in hand along with the softball bat you started up the stairs leading to your room. The faint conversation from her room was odd to say the least, the door was closed, and it sounded like more than one person.

The door opened easily under your hand scaring Julie who was sitting on her bed with a disgruntled expression. Her look of terror and nerves was the most concerning. Dropping the bag, you gripped the softball bat tight as you pushed the door open the rest of the way.

“Jules?” You spoke scanning the room, “Why do you have three boys in your room?”

The room went stock still, each boy scanning your form and the bat in hand. Standing in uniform coated in red soil from the infield you were on the more intimidating side.

“You can see them?”

“Jules, are you okay?” You questioned ignoring her odd question with a look of concern, the bat dropped low.

The last year had been extremely more difficult on Julie than Carlos and you given that Julie was closer with Mom with music. Carlos and you hadn’t inherited the gift that Julie had been born with; yet she hadn’t found interest in sports.

“She looks like she could break us?”

You sent a confused look at the trio giving your attention back to your little sister, “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately, but you shouldn’t be acting out like this.” Julie’s jaw dropped at your words, “I’m not acting out! Dad can’t see-“

“He can’t see this because it shouldn’t be happening Julie.” You sternly told the younger Molina, “Just let me shower and we’ll hang out. You can pick the movie and the snacks, but they have to go. If you want, we can even dig out the projector.”

You pointedly looked at the three boys before turning your heel to head out of her room to yours down the hall. The door was closed tight as it always was, it was your space so when the door was shut no one went in. Trust was important in your family and with Julie uncharacteristically sneaking boys in that could mean all trust on closed doors would break.

“They’re ghosts.” Julie called out from her open door. The concern for the girl growing at her words, “I know that sounds bad and makes it seem like I need to see Dr. Turner but I’m not lying.”

You sighed at the girl completely in disbelief at the length she would go to lie, “Maybe you should see Dr. Turner Jules. Seeing the doctor doesn’t make you weak.”

Julie was silent as you began to open your door before the blonde boy literally appeared out of thin air in front of you.

“Oh my god!” You screamed stumbling back from the tall male, “Oh God. Scratch that! WE both need Dr. Turner.”

Two more bursts of light happened as the other two boys appeared in front of you with sheepish expressions. You took in a deep breath finally taking into consideration of Julie’s admittance.

“I-“ You choked out, “Does this mean Benny was a ghost?”

Julie blushed at the mention of her childhood imaginary friend that she had had for a number of years. It was also a time that Tía Victoria was not welcome in your home when she went behind your parents to schedule an appointment with Dr. Turner.

“Benny? No, I’m Reggie.” The boy with slicked back black hair spoke shaking his head, “This is Alex and Luke.”

You mutely nodded clenching your fists together, “Good thing you’re a ghost or I would have punched you.”

Luke’s eyes widened at the threat, “Whoa.”

“Now move. I just got home from practice, I’m sweaty and dirty.” You announced side stepping the ghostly trio. You grimaced at the blush appearing on Reggie and Luke, “Dead but still think inappropriately.”

“We’re teenage ghosts.” Alex announced glancing at his best friends. His hands shoved deep in his pockets as you took in his words.

You glanced over your shoulder at your little sister, “Just stay out of Julie’s room. And don’t look under Carlos’ bed.”

With that you opened the bedroom door and slammed in in their dead faces. The room had drastically changed from the previous year mainly the pale pink was painted over by a new colour. It was no longer the little girl’s room your mother had decorated while preparing for your birth. It was a young woman’s room decorated to fit your personality.

Located on a wall was the rack of softball bats with a number of softballs settled in divots on the connected shelf. Your room also had the only other connected bathroom, being the oldest sibling had benefits.

“Ghosts.” You muttered jumping when a thud happened. Turning your heel, you saw that Alex had opened the door and tossed your ball bag in.

“You left this. Sorry for interrupting.” Alex apologized as he left the room again.

“Boundaries!” You called out heading into your bathroom. Alex smiled at how similar he thought you and Julie were to each other.

Half of you had anticipated Julie getting the living room ready instead of using the projector in the garage; it was a part of growing up. The first time you can remember seeing the projector was when you first got your period and it became a thing with your mom. For the length of time for you period you had movie nights in the garage and when Julie got her first period it came a ritual. It helped that as sisters your periods synched together.

“Julie.” You breathed finding that she had surprised you. She had waited in the living room for you, “You didn’t.”

Shyly the younger Molina girl nodded her head and led you to the studio outside where it decorated as if the past year hadn’t happened. The projected was brought out along with countless snacks, fuzzy blankets and soda. It was also barren of anyone else.

“I’m guessing from the amount of time you’re in here that the ghosts live here?” You deduced at the musical instruments placed in an area they wouldn’t get in the way.

“Yeah.” Julie nodded, “I’m not sure where they are.”

“Righ-“

“Reggie!” Alex hissed from the loft with an apologetic expression, “We’re finding something to do while you use the studio. We’re be gone in a moment.”

Reggie and Luke nodded in response while digging through the things that had collected up there since 1995. Your smile turned into a frown at the discontentment they each displayed.

“Jules. Do they have anywhere else to go?” You whispered feeling sad when Julie indicated that this was their only place, “Why don’t we change this?”

“Change what?”

“I know that this feels odd without Mom but maybe we can make this better. Alex, would you guys like to stay?”

The question was barely spoke before the three ghosts flashed down to the ground floor with beaming grins. Each boy nodded happily eyeing up places to sit, Luke having fallen on the couch beside you. Julie shuffled making more room on the couch draping a blanket over her lap.

“So, Julie…comedy, horror, or romance?” You questioned raising one eyebrow up waiting for the reply, “Or we can subject the boys to Twilight. Then again Alex might enjoy Mean Girls.”

After reading the short description of the film Mean Girls was vetoed out along with Horror but the issue came with the move genre. Luke wanted a film with music while Reggie was asking for romance and Alex was just wanting to watch something.

“Pitch Perfect.” Julie and you spoke together nodding frantically, it had a moderately nice balance between music and romance.

“Pitch Perfect.” Alex stated unamused at the title, “How is that romance?”

“You’ll find out.” You smirked at the male dead teenager who would more than likely adore watching films to catch up on everything he missed during his twenty-five years in a dark room.

Every once in a while, Luke would gaze longingly at the food gathered around the only two living people. It was sad given the love he had had with food when he was still alive, he would anything in sight to be honest.

“Oh my god! The Breakfast Club! That came out ten years ago! It’s popular now?” Reggie exclaimed twisting to look to Julie.

“Gentle reminder. It came out thirty-five years ago. It’s a classic John Hughes! Of course, it’s popular.” You chuckled shaking your head by leaning back. You felt the caress of Luke’s gaze on your cheek but when you glanced over, he was staring hard at the screen.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Luke nodded with a smile painted on his lips getting further into the comedy he found somewhat interesting. It was the song choices that got to him.

The music from your Spotify playlist muted the outside world as you focused on the computer screen open to a document. Eyes shifting between the paper of notes on your desk to the half-written History essay due in a few days. The last week had been mostly adapting to being one of two people able to see the band.

“Y/N.” Luke spoke from the doorway he had poofed into. A frown pulling the corner of his lips down at the lack of attention. In an action of desperation he chucked a pencil on your back; you flinched turning to see him in your room.

“Luke?” You asked removing an earbud from your ear. The joys of 2020 came with Bluetooth earbuds.

“Oh. You were listening to music.” Luke nodded moving to grab the earbud from the desk curiously, “Where are the wires? So small! How do they work?”

Launching into a short history on the change of music technology Luke was enthralled by the passion you carried. What he didn’t know was you were researching the changes between 1995 and 2020 for his benefit. Going as far as to compile a playlist for all three boys to introduce them to modern music.

“This is insane.” Luke mumbled handing the earbud back, “Cell phones are what get me!”

“Hey, doesn’t matter if your seventeen or forty-something…you still don’t understand it.” You smirked flinching when Luke tossed a decorative pillow at you with practiced ease. The squeal fell from your lips as it happened.

“If I was forty-something this would be very wrong.” Luke cheekily retorted tapping a finger on his knee thinking back on everything that happened, “Had everything gone to plan you would have known me only by music.”

“I’m sorry you died but I’m really happy we met.” The nerves evident in your tone, something that you didn’t often show. Softball was important and possibly the only ticket to college if everything went right.

“Me too.” Luke smile at the girl across him eyes so soft he could see what Alex and Reggie were trying to tell him.

Luke had a crush. Luke had feelings for a girl living and unable to feel his touch.

“Hey! I made a playlist for you guys. Let me know when you want to hear them, and I’ll get it playing for you. I have to get back to my essay. Feel free to stay.”

Luke graciously took the earbud from your hand leaning back on the bed as you played the rock he had unfortunately missed out on. Both unaware that his fingers had grazed your hand during the handoff. Luke has a crush and he can touch her too.

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itsthewritergal · 3 years

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One night - D.M. x reader

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Y/N found Draco sitting at his usual spot in the Great Hall, swallowing her pride she walked up to him.

“I need to talk to you” She said drawing his attention towards her

“Look who’s turned up Draco, you’re little mouthy girlfriend” Pansy teased placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder

“Get your slimy hands off of my boyfriend” Y/N snapped “Draco I just need a minute” She said, Draco nodded and followed her out of the hall

“Don’t be too long” Pansy called after them. Y/N quite easily could have turned around and slapped the Slytherin girl but she decided against it. She was in enough trouble with Snape as it was.

“I’m sorry I missed your game” She started once they were out of the hall, Draco stood with his arms crossed over his chest “I had planned to get my work finished in the library and then come but I lost track of time and then Hermione came in and she told me it was already finished.” She explained. Draco nodded simply, not knowing what to say “I’m sorry Draco” She said sincerely.

“Right” Draco said

“Is that it?” Y/N said, Draco just shrugged “You don’t talk to me for two days and that’s it?” She laughed

“What do you want me to say?” Draco asked, his voice was low and menacing

“You’ve been flirting with Pansy all day an apology might be nice” Y/N snapped

“You can’t tell me who I can hang out with” Draco replied quickly

“I’m not! But she’s mocking me in front of you and you don’t say a thing” She said feeling herself break a little

“And” Draco pushed her to say more

“Right” Y/N nodded sadly “That’s it then. I’m done” she said “I’m done with this relationship, I’m done with you. I made a mistake, I apologised. I thought you of all people would be able to understand how important that essay was to me. Clearly I was wrong”

“Fine. We’re over then” Draco replied, turning on his heel and walking back into the Great Hall.

“Fine” Y/N snapped. Making her way to Snape’s room for detention.

— — — — —

“I spoke to Professor McGonagall who explained you’re situation to me” Snape started as Y/N sat at one of the desks “You can have the hour now to catch up on the class work. I’m here if you need to ask questions okay?” He said kindly

“You’re not going to make me tidy the cupboards or clean the cauldrons?” She asked

“No” Snape replied “You are clearly needed a little extra help at the moment, as your Professor that is what I am going to do”

Y/N spent the hour rewriting notes from the textbook. She sighed happily as she closed the book.

“thank you Professor, I’m sorry about everything I said in class today” She said

“It’s fine. Don’t let it happen again” Snape smiled slightly as she walked out of his room.

She made her way back to her common room when she heard a slight giggle from one of the side corridors. She looked around to see Pansy pressed up against Draco.

“You clearly downgraded” She snapped drawing both their attention towards her

“Y/N, it isn’t what it looks like” Draco said hurrying after her.

“Stay the hell away from me Malfoy. If you want to date her, go for it. It’s not like we’re together anymore” She said turning away quickly so that Draco didn’t see the tears falling down her cheeks.

— — — —

Nobody had spoken to Y/N for two weeks, Blaise continued to try starting up conversations. But she shut them down immediately. Y/N sat at her house table picking at her food, nothing seemed to be right anymore. Draco was the same, although he wouldn’t admit it. He kept his eyes trained on Y/N who had lost weight dramatically since they last spoke. He felt rotten, completely and utterly rotten. He knew she didn’t mean to miss his game, and him flirting with Pansy was a stupid idea. Draco had tried everything to try and talk to her, even speaking to Professor McGonagall to move their seating arrangements so that he was next to her, but nothing worked. Draco caught Hermione on her way out of Charms just before lunch.

“Granger” He called

“What do you want Malfoy?” She snapped angrily

“Give Y/N this would you? It’s her favourite, I thought she might want to eat it, I noticed she hasn’t really been eating recently” He said passing Hermione a bag of sweets from Honeydukes.

“Who’s fault is that” She snapped turning away with the bag of sweets clutched in her hands.

“Granger” Draco called after her, Hermione turned around angrily to meet his eye “Tell her I’m sorry please. I messed up badly” He said

“I will Draco” She said with a sympathetic smile.

— — — — —

“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N partners” Snape called, Y/N sighed as Draco came and sat next to her.

“Hey you” He said with a smile. She nodded curtly and turned the textbook to the right page, “Did you want to come to the library after school to finish this?” He asked

“You do the first three, I’ll do the last three” Y/N said simply, “Then we don’t have to see each other”

“But it’s a joint project” Draco tried to reason with her

“Fine” She snapped

“I’ll see you at the library then” Draco said as Snape dismissed the class.

Draco sat alone at one of the tables in the library when Y/N walked in. She looked worse than Draco had ever seen her, bags were dark under her eyes and her clothes hung off of her body. She looked ill, it seemed that he was the only one to care. her friends had given up trying to talk her out of the place she had gotten herself.

“I brought us a few snacks” Draco grinned passing Y/N a sugar quill, knowing that it was her favourites.

“Thanks, but I’m just not hungry” She said with a weary smile

“I don’t believe you Y/N, you never turn down a sugar quill!” He exclaimed

“I’ve changed,” she replied curtly “Can we just get on with this project” She snapped

“sure” Draco said leaving the sugar quill on the desk.

Draco was midway through explaining one of the potions when he realised that Y/N was rubbing her head.

“You ok love?” He asked his voice laced with concern

“Just a headache, I’ll be fine” She hummed dismissing him

“C’mon, we’ve done enough. You need to sleep” he said packing away their books

“Like that’s going to happen” she laughed bitterly

“What do you mean?” Draco asked “Are you still getting nightmares?” he asked carefully knowing how bad she used to struggle with them when they were together

“No” She shut him down, he could tell she was lying.

“Come back to my dorm room, just for tonight. I need to know you got a little sleep. Please?” He asked, Y/N couldn’t deny that she had wished that he would offer for the past few weeks.

“One night” She said firmly

“One night” He agreed

— — — — — — —

Draco wrapped his arms around Y/N, who was curled up on his bed. She was already fast asleep. Draco knew better than to close his eyes, terrified that she would disappear if he did. She started stirring, her face etched with concern as she started breathing heavily. Her eyes flashed open in panic.

“It’s okay love, I’m here, I’m right here” Draco rubbed her back, just like he had done many nights before.

“I need to go” She said pulling away from him

“Love please” He pleading not unwrapping his arms

“What Draco? What do you want me to do?” She asked

“I’m an idiot. We both know I am” He said “I was angry, I thought you’d forgotten me. It upset me, a lot. Pansy was there and I wanted to make you jealous” he sighed

“I didn’t mean to forget. I just ran over time and I didn’t realise. I had planned to go” She cried

“I know you had love, I just wish I wasn’t so stubborn sometimes” He said placing a kiss to her forehead

“I miss you, Hermione said that I shouldn’t speak to you but it just made me miss you more” She said turning to face him

“I’ve missed you too love” Draco said

“So what now?” She asked

“Y/N, love, would you be mine again?” He asked searching her face for an answer

“I’ve always been yours” She said wrapping her arms around him.

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thesnowinthemountains · 4 years

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NCT 127’s First Time Saying I Love You

(a/n: 1. i wrote a good half of these drunk, so apologies for the excessive fluff 2. i didnt know i was whipped for mark until i wrote that okay im sorry 3. i nearly threw my laptop out the window trying to post this please love it)

Taeil

You were sitting across from each other at the small dinner table in your apartment’s kitchen - the only one you could afford for the time being. There was barely enough space for two plates and glasses, but neither of you seemed to mind the proximity, and Taeil kept staring at you, which distracted you anyway. “What is it?” You asked for the millionth time. “Nothing, nothing,” he replied calmly, going back to his food, but just pushing it around his plate. Not a minute passed before he did it again. You swallowed a bite of food, sighed, and calmly put your fork down. “Taeil, what?” You asked, sharper this time. He smiled to himself and took a second before looking at you. “Your eyes are a really nice color.” He said, failing to hide a mocking smile. You frowned. “Why are you laughing?” You were just confused at this point. “I don’t know how to do this, just-” he breathed, gathering himself. “I love you.” Now you blushed, looking down. “I love you too,” you mumbled.

Johnny

You came home from a long day of work, swearing to yourself you were going to quit. You needed to, your current job was starting to get to your head and affect your moods. You slammed the door on your way in, tossed your bag aside and launched yourself into the couch. You let out a long groan and a few seconds later, Johnny’s voice came from the hallway. “Long day?” he laughed, settling himself in the space next to you so you could lay your head in his lap. “God, you have no idea,” you sighed. You sat together quietly for a while, him playing with your hair until you were almost asleep in his lap. He let out a pensive hum. “What?” You murmured, eyes closed. “I love you,” he said simply, like it was a fact he just read online. “You just made my day,” you laughed softly.

Taeyong

You couldn’t remember what you had said, but he had smiled, his eyes bright, and you just knew. It was easy. He was so easy to fall in love with, easy to be around, your whole relationship was easy and fun. You were in a perfect space. He got excited about ducklings, and made little noises to himself when he cooked. He cooked. He liked big sweaters, and you liked borrowing them; they smelled like him. You liked to sleep in his bed, too, liked waking up surrounded with everything that was him and about him. It was a little while later and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, afraid your heart might just burst if you did. “I love you,” you said it heavily, like it had been weighing on you and just the mere action of putting it out into the world would heal you of all your ailments. “I love you too,” he smiled over the pot on the stove in front of him. You revelled in the domesticity of it, ready to pause this moment and never let it go.

Yuta

You and Yuta had met through mutual friends, ones he played soccer with, and ones you were in various classes with. You were at a study group with them one evening, going over notes from the past week’s classes, trying to gather information for an upcoming midterm essay you were dreading. One of their phones rang. “Hey, Yuta, what’s up?” You didn’t want to eavesdrop on the conversation, but your ears perked up on their own. “Study group. Yeah, she’s here, you wanna talk to her?” Your friend now looked at you from across the desk. He handed you his phone, but mumbled a quick: “Keep it short.” “Hey,” you spoke into the phone after pulling your tongue at your friend. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.” You heard the smile in Yuta’s voice. You smiled in return. “Oh?” “Yeah, I was just thinking I love you. You know, if you’re, uh... into that.” You could hear him shuffling with something on his end, and he was not a nervous person, but you could tell he was trying hard to be casual. “I see,” you decided to toy with him. “Well, then.” “Well, what?” The shuffling stopped. You hummed loudly, like you were thinking something over. He sighed. “Fine, fine, I love you too,” you smiled down at your notes before your friend snatched his phone back from your hand. “That’s enough of that,” he spoke into the phone, but looked at you, addressing you both. You pouted at him but a smile quickly crept back on your face.

Doyoung

This was to be the dinner during which you would introduce Doyoung to some friends of yours to test the waters, see how he would get along, see if they liked him. It was a work dinner, relatively casual, where some of your favorite coworkers were joking among themselves, and poking fun at other people around the table. You were in the younger ones, the newer hires, so you, Doyoung, and a handful of work friends sat at the farthest edge of the table. Doyoung was chatting away with a girl he didn’t seem to realize was in fact a close friend of yours. He looked away for a moment and she flashed you a thumbs up, and an impressed look. You smiled to yourself, happy to have the stamp of approval. “What’s so funny?” Doyoung focused all his attention on you now. You laughed to yourself quietly before meeting his eyes. “I love you,” you cocked your head. He blushed, but grabbed your hand under the table. “I love you too,” he kissed the side of your head, going back to his conversation. There was no helping your lovestruck smile, and a friend of yours across the table made fun of you for it, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

Jaehyun

You were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, doing all the final things of the day, when Jaehyun leaned into the bathroom’s door frame. He was just watching you, and when you eventually looked back at him, he looked down. You went back to what you were doing, and he walked up behind you, moving your hair out of the way to kiss your neck. “What’s up?” You giggled. “I love you,” he mumbled against your neck before looking at you through the mirror again. Eyes wide, you turned to face him. He looked down at you, not saying anything. “Well, I love you too, then.” You laughed, pulling him into a kiss.

Winwin

It was late, you knew it, but you and Winwin were huddled together under a big cozy blanket on the couch watching episode after episode of your current favorite show. You had noticed him dozing off time and again, waking himself up with a start each time. You didn’t want to disrupt him, but there was an important scene involving his favorite character, so you lightly shook him awake, his head coming up from your chest and his eyes opening slowly. He looked somehow like both a puppy and an angel and you couldn’t believe you got to see him in moments like these. At that point, you had forgotten why you had woken him up in the first place, and the television was just background noise. “I love you,” you breathed, and your heartbeat sped up almost instantly. He smiled a small, happy smile. “I love you too,” he whispered, laying his head back on your chest, eyes closed.

Jungwoo

You were taking a walk around the neighbourhood. It was a perfect day, the sun shining but just enough of a chill to entice you to wear your favorite sweater. He was commenting on the surroundings, making silly jokes and getting giggles out of you. In the midst of his narration of your environment - the houses and cars and the little lives of the little people in all of them, their fun names and jobs and hobbies - he cut himself off. “I love you,” he said hurriedly before going back to his antics. “What?” You laughed. “What?” He looked at you innocently. “Oh, what, the “I love you”? Yeah.” He shrugged. “Is that a big surprise?” “No, I guess not,” you acquiesced, “I love you too, though.” You elbowed him playfully. “Well, good, I hope so! You’d better!” He exclaimed, then smiled to himself.

Mark

You had found that loving Mark came in stages. First, you picked up little habits he had - none too specific, but you took notice and would smile to yourself. Then, you would go out of your way to make him laugh, because the sun shone in his eyes when he did. It went on like this until you finally admitted to yourself that you were in love with him, this cute dorky guy with the weird ears and sweet smile. You never said anything, and you figured if you ever did, things would get awkward and eventually your friendship might phase out, which was worse than pretending you felt nothing at all. One night, though, the two of you were in the middle of playing video games when you made a joke that had him doubled over in laughter. “Fuck, I love you!” He exclaimed through his laughter before getting very serious very fast. “Oh, I- I mean the- the- I- uh...” he stammered on like this until he noticed the look on your face. “What?” He eventually asked, startled by his own words and your wide eyes. “I wouldn’t be mad if you did,” you said quietly, in what was probably the most serious tone you’d ever used around him. “Love me, I mean.” He stared at you, giggled, and got this big, stupid grin on his face. You thanked all your lucky stars and every light in the universe for allowing him into existence, into your life, and allowing him to feel for you as you did for him.

Haechan

You had gone to laser tag with friends, and you had made him swear he wouldn’t somehow cheat, or eliminate you in some snide way. Ultimately, you knew perfectly well that he was the sort of boy who played dirty or not at all, so when he snuck up behind you and you heard the loud sounds of your elimination, you were mildly annoyed, but not surprised. You turned to stare at him, mouth open in mock offense. “Haechan!” You cried. “It’s the game, don’t blame the player,” he held his hands up innocently. You fumed, sticking your tongue in your cheek to stop from snapping back. You moved to catch him and he ran away. “I love you?” he called back, his laughter echoing, while you sighed and returned to your team’s home base.

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whipped-cream-writings · 4 years

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Midnight Coffee

In which you say something that you think no one will hear. Unfortunately for you, someone does. And that someone happens to be Akaashi.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: Tumblr just keep it in the tags!! I’m not a bot I’m just super annoyed at this point >:(

Anyway, thank you @poccosticks and @emmicchi for being wonderful and helping me out with this!! Go give them lots of love! And thank you to my followers who have to deal with this. I’m so sorry but this is the last time I’m reposting!!

You should not be drinking coffee at 1AM.

But was it really your fault? There was so much homework. There was a test tomorrow and an essay that’s due at eight AM that was worth 100 points. It wasn’t your fault that you were doing it now, either - it was assigned two days ago and it had to be at least seven pages.

“Focus.” A soft voice reminds you. “The faster you finish, the sooner we can go to bed.”

“We?” You echo. You dragged your gaze from your bright computer screen to see him sitting cross-legged on your bed, a book on his lap.

“As in you’ll go to sleep in your bed, and I’ll go home and sleep in mine.” Akaashi’s smile is crooked as he looks up from his book. “But I wouldn’t mind either way.”

The shock you feel is just as effective as coffee. “Huh?”

“I sleep at Bokuto’s house all the time. Sometimes I even carry a pillow and blanket in my bag just in case.”

You can’t tell if that strange feeling in your stomach is relief or disappointment. You don’t have enough time to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it leads to thinking about it and that leads to thinking about him and-

“Oh. Must be tiring.” You respond, cutting yourself off.

“I’ve gotten used to it.” He sighs, laying on his back as he turns the page once again.

You turn back to the blank document in front of you and start to type up your paper. Will it be obvious that you’re typing up the paper six hours before it’s due? Maybe, but you don’t really care at this point. As long as you get a grade that’s higher than a D, then it’s fine.

You feel like someone is staring at you after page one is complete. A prickly feeling spreads all over your back and you turn to look at him.

“Do you need something?” You wonder aloud. Why was he staring at you? Not that you were mad about it, but-

“I think your formatting’s off.” He blurts, standing up from his spot on your bed and walking over to your desk.

You rub your stinging eyes and ask, “How so?”

“It’s MLA, right?” You nod, “Remove the empty line in between the paragraph and title.” He gestures to the gaps and hits delete before your brain even registered what he said.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He gives you a small smile and walks back to where he left his book. You look at him for a moment longer before kicking yourself mentally and typing away.

It’s been about three years since you’ve met Akaashi, and you’ve been friends with him for two and a half. A year ago, your perception of him changed drastically. You don’t know what did it. Was it because of his willingness to help anyone at his own expense? Or was it his dedication and how responsible he was? You weren’t sure.

But you did know that you were smitten with him. Did he know that too? Maybe, but he’d never show that. A small part of you hoped he didn’t know and that he’d never find out. That would ruin the friendship, wouldn’t it? Even if it did work out, then how long would you two last? Would it end in a way that would make you two hate each other?

No, you told yourself. You had an essay to finish. You can think about that later, when he’s not reading in your bedroom.

You’re making fast progress. That coffee must’ve helped a lot more than you thought it did. Sure, your leg is shaking uncontrollably under the desk, but it’s a small price to pay for a passing grade.

The words are coming easy and your thoughts are organized just enough for it to make sense. The bottom of page three is so close, and it’s only been an hour! Or maybe two? You’re not sure, but checking the time will stress you out, so you keep going.

You put in earbuds once you get to page four. Three more pages and then you can go to bed.

Well, that’s assuming the coffee will let you sleep.

It’s now 4AM.

And your essay is done. You skim through it and hit submit once it’s ready, letting out a long sigh of relief. You turn to your bed, tempted to just flop down, but something stops you.

He’s still here.

The book is covering his face, but you can hear the smallest, quietest snores coming from under the book. His hand is dangling off the edge of the bed.

He’s asleep.

If your heart could burst out of your chest, it probably just did.

How long has he been here? Is he cold? You delicately take the book off of his face.

He looks so peaceful like this. It’s… really nice to see, actually. Today he looked stressed to you, so now, seeing him relax, it made your insides all warm and fuzzy.

You stop staring (after realizing that it’s kind of creepy) and place the blanket over him. You’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight, but you don’t mind.

You grab an extra blanket and pillow and place it on the floor. It makes your back hurt but it’s fine.

You sigh and try to get as comfortable as you can.

The thoughts come rushing back instantly. It’s hard for them not to, since he’s less than a foot away from you and he’s asleep. Maybe… maybe saying your thoughts would make you feel better. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so suffocating if you just said the words.

You hold his hand and take a deep breath. Why did it feel so hard? He was asleep and he wouldn’t know. He would never know. That was the plan.

So you say the words.

“I love you.”

It’s barely a murmur. It sounded light, partially because it was a whisper, but it contained all of the emotions that you’d been holding in for so, so long.

You let go of his hand. Yeah, you’re feeling a lot better. Now all you need is a good night’s-

Something grabs your hand in the darkness.

And it squeezes your hand gingerly, like you might break.

No.

This isn’t real, this can’t be real.

This is some sort of nightmare.

You look up and in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, you can see eyes. In particular, there are sapphire eyes staring down at you.

“I’m glad.” He whispers, voice raspy from just waking up. “Because I love you too.”

You’re silent. How are you supposed to respond? If a brain could melt, yours was. Yours had melted as soon as he grabbed your hand.

Words died on your tongue and you stared at him with a dumbfounded look. He laughed a little and a small smile blossomed on his face.

The moonlight is blocked by him and you don’t have time to say anything.

Because he’s kissing you.

His movements are delicate, his thumb rubbing your knuckles tenderly. His lips are a little chapped but you find that you don't mind. You close your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the sensation. You feel his free hand tilt your chin up just a little more.

But it gets to a point when neither of you can breathe, and break away, with barely enough space for your heavy breaths.

“Were you actually asleep?”

“I heard you moving around a little and it woke me up.” He admits. You try to apologize when he shakes his head. “I didn’t mind one bit.”

“Thank you.” He nods a little and lays back down.

“We can talk in the morning.” He notices your sleeping area and moves back, making space for you as well.

There are no more words spoken for the rest of the night. There’s only you, Akaashi, and your hearts beating in unison.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Recommendations (Hidden Corner series)

Hidden Corner: A series of fluffy, full-length one-shots detailing the lives of the employees who work at Hidden Corner featuring the various Haikyuu boys.

*Note: All one-shots take place in the same universe with the same characters.

AN: Reposting if you saw this earlier because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. 🤞 four times a charm?

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Student!Akaashi x female Cafe-Owner!reader

Genre: fluff!

Summary: After getting tired of his usual black coffee, Akaashi checks out the cafe down the street which is home to some of the more unorthodox and unique drinks. Needless to say, he takes all the help that he can get.

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Akaashi entered the quaint cafe, eyes scanning the interior. It was cute to say the least. It looked like any other pearl tea shop if Akaashi was being honest. He stepped further into the cafe, getting into the rather short line. Despite being only a ten-minute walk from campus, the cafe surprisingly wasn’t too busy. Only two out of the dozen tables had occupants. Kuroo had recommended this cafe, citing that it was the home of incredible - albeit somewhat unorthodox - drinks.

“Don’t you ever get bored of getting the same thing?” Kuroo asked, glancing over at his friend. They were sitting at the university cafe. Kuroo was sipping on an espresso macchiato whereas Akaashi was drinking a simple black coffee.

Akaashi raised an eyebrow, barely sparing the male a glance as he continued to proof-read his essay. “Why are you asking if you get the same thing every time we come here?”

Kuroo snorted. “Only when we come here.” He took another sip of his drink. “There’s this real nice place a few blocks away. You should go there sometime.”

“Why’s that?”

“The drinks are a bit...unusual, but they somehow end up being exactly what you need.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I go there a few times a week.” Kuroo clapped a hand on the younger male’s back. “I highly recommend it.”

Gunmetal blue scanned the menu, confusion filling his features. The sheer variety was overwhelming for the male. How on Earth is he going to find something that fulfills needs that he didn’t even know he had? Maybe he should just get his normal black coffee after all.

“First time?”

He jumped, looking over his shoulder. He offered you a soft smile. “Yes, my friend recommended this shop.”

“Welcome to Hidden Corner. A mini-paradise from the hustle and bustle of the world,” you giggle.

Akaashi nodded. “Thank you.”

“What brings you here?”

Akaashi steps forward as the next customer goes to order. “I wanted to try something new, but,” he gestures to the menu, “I’m a bit overwhelmed.”

You scan his features, eyes narrowed in a slight squint. “Ask for a spiced citrus coffee. I think you’d like it.” He raises an eyebrow before nodding. He was relieved that he didn’t have to think about his purchase any longer. As he orders his coffee, he could see you rocking on the balls of your feet, anticipation evident in your feature. Akaashi steps to the side, waiting patiently for his drink. “Surprise me, Yuuji,” you grin at the barista who did a two-finger salute before taking the cute panda mug you handed him.

“Anything for you, (Name).”

As you pay, a different barista hands him his drink. He carefully takes a sip, his eyes widening at the flavor. Turning to face you, you’re already setting up your books at the counter. Akaashi steps towards you, hesitation filling him. “How did you know?”

You look up at him, smiling. “How did I know you’d like it?” Akaashi nods, taking another sip. The scent overwhelmed his senses, a warm fuzzy feeling filling him. “You just seemed tired, and that drink is one of my favorites to brighten up my day. Tastes like Christmas, doesn’t it?”

At the sentiment, Akaashi smiles. “Yes it does.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Yuuji hands you your drink. “Thanks Yuuji.” You look over your shoulder at Akaashi once more. “Bring your own mug next time. They give discounts.” You sip your drink thoughtfully. “Oh! And make sure it’s ceramic.”

****

The door chimes as Akaashi stepped in, shaking his umbrella slightly before placing it into the umbrella stand. He shook his head, lowering the hood of his raincoat. As he wiped his boots onto the mat, he was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face behind the counter this time instead of in front. “Oh you’re back!” You greeted him with a warm smile.

“Yes I am. Hello (Name)-san,” he returned your smile. “That drink you gave me last time worked like a charm.”

“I bet,” you chirped. Your (e/c) eyes scanned him. “You look like you need a pomegranate cold brew,” you decide. “Is that alright?” Akaashi bit his lip, carefully thinking about it. It was obvious that here, you were the expert. He gave you a curt nod, handing over his ceramic mug.

“Alright, sure.” You grin before you turn around, making your way to a coffee pot. He noticed that there was over half of the pot remaining. Akaashi took a seat at the bar, watching the process. “Why pomegranate?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at you as you carefully pour the drink into the mug.

“You’re a student right?” Akaashi nodded, brow furrowed. “Pomegranate helps improve your memory if drunk regularly. It’s also vitamin-rich so it promotes things like eye health, skincare, and helps to support your immune system.” You placed the mug onto a plate, handing it to the male with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure that you’re busy from all your work, so it doesn’t hurt to get a little boost every now and then.”

He hums, taking a sip. His gunmetal blue eyes widened. “This is an unusual drink, but it is delicious. Thank you for your recommendation.”

You wave your hand nonchalantly. “It’s the least I could do for a return customer,” you smile. “Can’t have you getting sick so close to finals.”

You both look outside at the rain that poured down, the ambient piano soothing. “No, we can’t have that,” he replied. “Have a nice day.”

“You too!”

****

“Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes slightly. He didn’t know why, but he had found his feet leading to this small cafe. It had been an excruciatingly long week. Project after project with exams drizzled in led to many late nights and early mornings. To top it all, he hadn’t done so well in one of his most important projects.

“Need a pick-me-up?” you offer sympathetically, scanning his face. You could see the hint of stress wrinkles on his forehead as he blinked at you with blue eyes laden with dark, purple eye-bags.

He slumps into the bar-stool, nodding glumly. “Please.” Akaashi buries his face into his arms, leaving his ceramic mug onto the counter as he closes his eyes. Behind the counter, you turn on a small stove combining milk, chocolate syrup and brown sugar. You hum a gentle tune as you work. Akaashi lets out a sigh of comfort. The smell of coffee beans and the sound of your voice was soothing to his weary soul.

He was woken from his stupor by the sound of the mug being placed down. “I hope you enjoy it. Made it special for you.”

Blurry eyes look up at you, blinking his sleepiness away. “Thanks,” he mumbles as he sits up. Taking the mug in both hands, the warmth seeped through his cold clammy hands. Akaashi sipped the drink, letting the wave of cinnamon, vanilla, and chocolate overwhelm his features. His muscles relax as he lets out a sigh of relief. “How do you do it?”

You’re carefully wiping the counter. “Do what?”

“How do you know what drink would be perfect every time?”

You just offer him a smile. “When you work at a cafe for so long, you come to read and know your customers quite well. Regular or not.”

At your words, Akaashi understands why Kuroo frequents this shop so much. The love and care put into every drink, the dedication you gave to providing the best experience. It was ridiculous to think that this cafe wasn’t busy. He takes another sip, savoring the warmth that spread through his body. ‘A mini-paradise’, you had called it the first time he’d met you. Yes, indeed.

****

“Studying today?”

You glance up from your books, offering the male a soft smile. “Of course. It is exam season after all.” You gesture to the empty seat in front of you. “Please, take a seat.” Akaashi gave you a small smile before slipping into the seat, letting his bag fall to the side. You stood up, throwing an apron on as you made your way behind the counter. His blue eyes scan the books on the table, picking out a few psychology books amongst the titles. The sound of your feet shuffling brings his attention back up to you. “Being nosy?”

Akaashi gives you a wry smile, “a little bit.” You place a plate of warmed chocolate croissants down along with a pink drink. He raises his eyebrows at the drink. “Why is it pink?”

“I used a little bit of food colouring,” you smile. “It’s a rose coffee drink. It’s a bit lighter than the other drinks I’ve recommended, but it’s fragrant and is perfect for the weather.” You both look out to the bright spring sun.

“I see.” Akaashi looked down at the drink, smiling as he watched the rose petals float along the surface. “And the croissants?”

You shrug. “A good study snack. Don’t tell me you turn down free food and coffee,” you tease, (e/c) eyes find his. He just chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Please, feel free to study with me.”

“Was that not why you invited me to sit with you?”

You laugh, nodding. “You’re right.” He takes a careful sip of his drink, letting his eyes flutter shut as he takes in the flavour. It wasn’t too sweet or too bitter. “So how is it?”

“Excellent as always, (Name)-san.”

You snort, “Of course it is. Though I hardly think that I’m older than you.” Pausing, your nose crinkles. “Y’know, I don’t think I know your name. My apologies.”

Akaashi shakes his head giving you a soft smile. “I don’t think I had an opportunity to tell you.” He extends a hand to you, “I’m Akaashi Keiji.”

“(L.Name, Name).” You guys shake hands. He was pleasantly surprised to find that your hand was quite soft. Akaashi brings out his laptop, delicately placing it in front of him so that he could start his research paper revisions.

“So do you just work here?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m actually the owner.”

“His eyes widened. “The owner? You’re quite young to own this cafe.”

You shrug, taking a sip from your own mug. Akaashi stifles a chuckle at the design. It was a panda wearing a barista apron holding its own mug of coffee. A cloud bubble above the panda read ‘Life happens but coffee helps’. Akaashi raises his eyes to meet yours steadily. “My parents owned the cafe and passed it along to me when they got too tired of managing it. Think they’re somewhere in Europe by now.”

“Isn’t it difficult?”

“What is?”

Akaashi scans the interior, wondering which parts of it came from you and which part came from your parents’ influence. “Managing the cafe and school-work.”

You chuckle, giving him a small smile. “It was at first,” you admit. “But I practically grew up in the cafe, so my parents taught me how to do so at the beginning.”

Akaashi pulls out his padfolio, searching through it for his notes. “You know something?”

You hum in response, already looking back down at your textbooks. “Yes?”

“I would love to learn how to read people like you do.” Leaning back in your seat, you take one of the croissants and bite into it, gently pushing the plate towards him. “I used to have a friend,” he picks up a croissant examining it, “who I could easily motivate to get out of his…‘emo’ moods. But I still find it difficult to read people.” He flicks through notes from one of his classes, taking a bite out of the pastry. “Not all people are as easy to read, unfortunately. Not compared to books, anyways.”

You chuckle, shaking your head lightly as you brush off the crumbs from your fingers. “No, they aren’t.” Clearing your throat, you offer him a smile. “So, wanna learn how to read people like me?”

“That’d be nice.”

“So, would that be a date then?” You smirk.

Red roses bloom in his cheeks. “If you want it to be.”

“I suppose you’d be a good test subject for my drinks,” you tease.

Akaashi chuckles. “As long as you’re the one making it, I’d try anything.”

AN: All of the drinks are inspired by real recipes!

All one-shots in the Hidden Corner series exist in the same universe where characters may interact with the ‘Reader’ from the other one-shots. I will be giving each ‘Reader’ a place-holder name when they are referenced in the other one-shots to ease confusion!

This will be a side-project, so new updates will generally not be scheduled!

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purity-town · 3 years

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Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

#purity town #pt asks #terraria #not an update

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If you want to ramble about unpacking characters and their histories/relationships/etc through smut, I would absolutely love to read it!

An anon after my own heart!

Typing while cooking dinner, so apologies in advance for any disjointedness!

So Dorothy Allison, a working-class femme lesbian who writes absolutely stunning prose, has an essay called "Sex Talk," and she talks about the ways that there seem to be different genres of sex writing that she'd conflated before parsing through her thoughts and her own style. She calls them the visual and print viewpoints, though I don't think we have to stick with that categorical distinction. But anyway, she works through the way that some sex writing (the visual) "seems to be about setting a scene, so much so that scene becomes all. It is intrinsically about providing a context--costume, texture, fetish," but it's missing the "internal dialogue of feeling and emotional response" and a "philosophical examination of the 'I' to whom everything happens, or who observes everything that happens" that she values in her writing and reading (the print).

There's plenty of value in both types of writing! But I think in a lot of my smut writing (and that of plenty of amazing authors whose work I read and follow), I see the visceral eroticism of the former working hand-in-hand with things like the character study genre. And I think part of why fic writing gets to go there more frequently than the published erotica Allison was looking at is that we've already got specific characters we're working with. No matter how much we want to push canon and its sometimes infuriating writing choices behind a tree, we as readers and writers already have someone in our mind when we come to a given piece of writing. As writers we're not having to do the groundwork of inventing someone, getting a reader invested in not just what they can do with their bodies but who they are as people, and then also getting them to sex! And that makes writing in that "print mode" Allison describes, in certain ways, a lot easier! (I think it brings its own challenges, too, but those can be for another day haha)

I often think best though examples, so right, working with characters and ships I write and/or read a lot:

Take someone like Alex Danvers on Supergirl. If we're writing in the canon universe, we know from her 2x05 coming out speech that she'd tried dating men and, because nothing felt right, she'd started to think that maybe intimacy just "wasn't for her," that "maybe [she] wasn't built that way." And suddenly we're seeing her come out as a lesbian, get a girlfriend for the first time, have a first morning after a night of intimacy that she actually enjoyed--enjoyed so much she wants to call off work to spend the whole day in bed! So when we're writing about Alex with Maggie, to stay in canon at that time in Alex's arc (or with any number of possible partners people ship her with!), we're also writing with the weight of that long history. And how a writer scripts some of these scenes, the conversations around them, the internal thoughts and feelings we might get from Alex (or from, say, Maggie, who knows about Alex's earlier relationship to sex and dating) - all that's gonna give the reader this gorgeous frame into which they'll situate this smut scene!

Or take Grace Hanson from Grace and Frankie. The show writers have shown her having a long and complicated relationship to her body--her disordered thinking around weight and food, her lifelong patterns of self-denial, her arthritis and knee problems, her career at Say Grace, the vast differences between those scenes of her stripping back the facade in the first ep with Robert and then later on with Nick. And specifically, we also get a sustained look at her changing relationship to pleasure (and the ways that brings her into a new relationship with her body as well)--the long years of a cold, fairly loveless marriage to Robert, that early S1 kiss with Byron and the unexpected pleasure in the passion of it that had been missing from her life for so long, literally everything about Vybrant and the conversations around its founding, product development, and marketing. And so many amazing femslash writers in that fandom have done such a beautiful job holding in tension where Grace has resided for so, so much of her adult life and who she's becoming in canon and who she might continue to grow into with Frankie, who also brings all of her own histories and hangups (as well as her joy and love and passion) to the bedroom!

Obviously these are just two quick examples, and I could ramble on for so long dinner will definitely burn, but I think even in a smutty one-shot or something tagged as PWP, we still end up getting more insight into the characters than we might assume at first glance! And I should clarify that this kind of work doesn't only happen or have to happen in the context of smut between two nicely coupled characters. Anytime we're thinking about a character and pleasure and/or desire, I think these details have the potential to emerge and be explored in more or less detail (author's choice there!), and I'd hate to be misread as reifying those normative relationship scripts that I think the very best (and very queer) fanfic works often get to mess with!

#writer asks #ask me anything #tw references to disordered eating #smut writing

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