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#one sided pining
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soft prompts for one-sided pining
staring at them for a long time
observing their little details 
having their every little thing memorised 
treasuring every little moment with them
and when your eyes meet it might be just a normal thing to them but to you it means the whole world
accidental touches that make your day
going out of your way to be near them
“hey, i didn’t know you’re into sports,” you friends say as you enrol your name in the sports club where you know he’s going to be there but you spend hours in room alone with no physical activity all day long 
digging in their interests so that you have common topics to talk about
when you see something’s bothering them, secretly trying to make it solve
taking care of them in the shadows
knowing that they would never love you back and yet not stopping to pour out your love for them
because their smiles make your day
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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year
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did i hear konig... can you do an unrequited love with konig. maybe the reader already has a partner (ghost? soapy? someone else?) and konig wishing it was him getting to be with the reader instead... i love watching my faves suffer.
I love your mind anon 🤩 (for maximum effect, I recommend listening to this song- it’s the one I was using to write this 😭)
It’s not often that KorTac and the 141 work together, but the handful of times that it happened were always a treat. Despite everyone else’s complaints. You always managed to make it an enjoyable experience, you’d wind up acting as a mediator between the two teams, even though no one asked you to. You’d always be the first one to step in between König and Ghost when they’d start to let their differences get the better of them. It was amazing watching you stand in between the two mountains, gently shoving both of them away from one another. Despite being a lower rank than him, your presence commanded as much respect as Ghost’s.
It’s part of what made König gravitate towards you, so whenever your teams would work together he’d start to interact with you only. Even though your jobs were demanding, taxing, and draining on the best days, you still found a way to laugh it off. And god your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, like wind chimes on a soft breezy summer day, it brought him so much peace to hear you. You were so kind and openly loving of your team. When Soap and Ghost came back from a rough mission, you took them both in your arms. Soap returned the embrace with eyes shut and full of emotion, Ghost patted your back and pulled away. You didn’t care, you were just grateful to have them back.
And then you turned to König after Soap shuffled off to his room, you walked up to him and rubbed his arm, hesitant to embrace him, unsure of his comfort levels. He leaned into your touch and you took it as permission, so you got on your toes and wrapped your arms around him. He leaned down and snaked his own around your smaller form, committing to memory the way you fit against him.
“Forget it. Keep pressing on.” You murmured in his ear, he squeezed you a little tighter and took a deep breath, the scent of your shampoo embedding deep in his mind. He straightened up, and wondered how someone who saw the same carnage as he did could still be so good.
“Thank you, schatz.” His voice felt like wind blowing through a crack, he was winded but in the best ways. You smiled softly at him and rubbed his arm one more time before pulling away and walking in the direction of your lieutenant. Every time he’s seen you and interacted with you, he falls deeper and deeper down the hole, he’s in the palm of your hand and he wonders if you’re even aware.
It’s when he’s on his way to the showers that he heard it. Soft voices filtering through a crack in the door, and one that sounded an awful lot like yours. He loved everything about you and anything to do with you, so naturally he looked through the crack and sure enough he saw you and Ghost.
“I can’t have you out there.” He argued,
“It’s not up to you, Simon, how the hell am I supposed to do my job if you’re going to be freaking out anytime we’re on the field together?” You were sat at his desk, legs swinging as you watched him pace back and forth,
Simon?
“Fuck. I know.” His head dropped, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. König watched as you walked towards him, your hands coming up to his chest, slowly sliding under the fabric of his balaclava,
“I need you to trust me, Si.” Your voice was low, your fingers gently moving the fabric up and over his mouth, resting it at the bridge of his nose. König couldn’t see the exposed skin on account of you blocking his view,
Wait.
“It’s not you I don’t trust, you know that.” He sighed, his hands rested on your hips, holding you against him, “I can’t promise I’ll keep you safe.”
Hold on.
“Well I trust you. Besides, I’ll be with König. I trust him.” You reasoned, Ghost rested his forehead against yours,
“Just be careful, love, please. For me.” He begged, his voice desperate and sad.
“Always.” You were so gentle, just as you always were.
And you did the unthinkable. You leaned up on your toes, just like you had when you hugged König not too long ago, and pressed your lips against his. König felt sick. He wanted to scream but he knew better. He quietly stepped away, feeling like he was stuck in place, struck by lightning and frozen with ice. His blood ran impossibly cold. He tasted iron in his mouth before he realized he bit a hole through his lower lip.
He never stood a chance, did he? He walked numbly towards the showers, the scene playing in his mind over and over again. And as he stood under the spray of cold water, he could only imagine the softness of your touch, the tips of your fingers gliding along Ghost’s cheek as you moved his mask away from his face, the warmth of you as you pressed yourself against him.
And then it all made sense. When you’d stand in between them, you’d always lean against Ghost just a little more. Your eyes always found his as soon as he entered the vicinity, and they always held a certain glimmer in them when Ghost would return your stare. It would probably explain why you so especially attuned to him, always aware of him and his quiet presence.
As his head hung in the shower, cold water suddenly not feeling cold enough, his heart broke in his chest. He felt bile rising up to his throat, he wanted to punch and kick and scream and beat the ever loving fuck out of Ghost. But then he’d lose you forever if he did. He’d just have to settle for your friendly embrace and the fact that you trusted him enough to look out for you. It would have to be enough, even if it never could.
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jnginlov · 10 months
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to love you
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when you ask him to be your fake fling he’s not prepared for the way it will make his unaddressed feelings for you grow
⇀ pairing wooyoung x gn!reader (references to yunho x gn!reader)
⇀ genre fluff, angst, fake dating au, unspecified nonidol au, f2l, one sided pining
⇀ style one shot
⇀ word count 10.4k
⇀ warnings jealousy, talks of hooking up, talks of vomit, crying, yelling at reader, yelling at wooyoung, just like a lot of general yelling, something that could be interpreted as a panic attack (no specific descriptions), allusions to violence (in a non-serious sense), cursing, food, alcohol consumption (assumed all characters are of age), parties, multiple kisses, pet names (love, babe), skinship (head on a shoulder, holding hands, holding faces), let me know if i missed anything
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you and wooyoung certainly weren’t best friends but that’s not to say you two were enemies either. you’d met each other through a friend of a friend just over a year ago and even though you both felt an instant connection, it was nothing that had either of you suddenly intertwining your lives. wooyoung would consider you a casual friend and if he asked he’s about 89% sure you would say the same, 1% of the other 11 was reserved for what his best friend yeosang liked to call his “simp brain” that wanted to imagine you’d call him something along the lines of a crush, but disregarding the tiny baby so minor and minuscule romantic interest wooyoung had in you, you both were casual friends, “i’m already in the neighborhood, do you want to grab coffee” friends, “i was supposed to have a date but they bailed and i’m already dressed up, do you want to get drinks” friends. you both were certainly not “can you be my fake boyfriend?” friends.
“i’m sorry, what?” wooyoung is lucky he swallowed the last sip of his coffee or it would likely be all over his open laptop.
“you know that guy yunho?” you supply, quite unhelpfully in wooyoung’s opinion.
and yeah of course he knows yunho, he’s yeosang’s roommate, and the guy you haven’t been able to shut up about for the past month. “what does he have to do with anything?” he asks, trying to keep any of the jealousy he felt bubbling in his stomach at the mention of yunho’s name from showing on his face.
you roll your eyes like the answer is obvious as you reply, “well i was talking with mingi the other day,” mingi being the friend you had met wooyoung through in the first place, “and he said i should try making yunho jealous, because he’s pretty sure yunho is actually interested in me but just, like, needs that push.”
wooyoung nods slowly as he continues to listen to you rant, trying to understand where in your mind you think taking mingi’s advice, especially when it came to your love life, would be a good idea. wooyoung loved mingi but the man hadn’t had a date in more than six months and he’s not even sure when the last time his roommate had any romantic interest in anyone was.
“-and so i figured the best way to make someone jealous is basically seem interested in someone else,” you conclude as the man sat across from you tunes back in, trying to look like he’d been listening the whole time instead of wondering how he’d found himself in this situation. he was definitely going to have to talk to mingi once he got back home.
“and you thought i was the best choice for that?” wooyoung raises a brow as you sip your drink.
you nod quickly as you swallow. “well i’m pretty sure he knows hongjoong and seonghwa are dating, jongho is very clearly not my type, i’m not close enough with san, and i doubt he would believe yeo and i were a thing considering they live together,” you explain, listing off all the men in your close circle of friends, except for him, yunho, and mingi, and for a second he considers trying to twist mingi’s intentions by suggesting that maybe the tall blonde is the one who likes you and is looking for an excuse to get close to you but he can still recall the look of sadness on the gentle giant’s face the last time wooyoung threw him under the bus. the look of determination on your face makes it seem like you’d been thinking about this for more than a day, hell maybe even more than a week, but wooyoung can’t tell if your resolve should be alarming in any way because he’s much too worried about the prospect of what pretending to be in a relationship with you might do to his heart.
in a last ditch effort he asks, “isn’t this what, like, tinder is for?” and the way you sigh cues him in to know that you’ve definitely considered that avenue already.
“i don’t want to lead on some poor guy for my own gain like that.”
of course you don’t, you’re too nice, and if you knew that wooyoung would agree in a heartbeat, if it weren’t for his microscopic eensy-weensy romantic interest in you, he’s sure you wouldn’t be asking him for the exact same reason, but wooyoung has been set to keep his feelings to himself since he realized they existed at all and so he can only blame himself for the current situation. well maybe he can blame mingi too but, again, that’s a conversation for later.
wooyoung sighs. “i need to know your plan before i’ll agree to anything,” he says but he knows he’ll end up saying yes no matter what when he sees the way your face immediately lights up at the prospect of your plan working successfully.
“okay,” you place your hands against the table excitedly, causing both of your drinks to wobble slightly, “i was thinking it could be more of a casual thing instead of a full blown relationship so that it would be more believable when we break it off.” you explain and wooyoung can feel that he’s not going to get any work done today, closing his laptop in defeat as he rests his chin on top of his hand, his elbow now placed on the table.
after you’d explained the details of your idea, and your fake situationship, you and wooyoung both left the cafe with a plan for the next couple weeks, leading up to a big party yunho and yeosang were hosting in which you’d explain to yunho that your thing with wooyoung was over and you’d get together and it would all work out.
he had to give it to you, wooyoung had doubted how much rational thought you’d actually put into your idea when you first asked but after hearing you out he was almost convinced himself that it might work. secretly wooyoung was hoping for the romcom ending in which you would realize he was the one that was interested in you, but that was just a itty-bitty thought in the back of his mind, totally not a thought swirling around his head and making his heart thump his entire journey home after you’d parted ways.
“hey, how was your day?” mingi is quick to greet his roommate with a large smile as wooyoung takes off his shoes in the entryway.
“hm yeah it was fine,” wooyoung starts with sarcasm dripping from his voice, “except for the part where you convinced my friend to ask me for a fake relationship!” his words had progressively gotten louder as he approached the taller man, now looking like a kicked puppy and cowering on the couch.
“what’s going on?” seonghwa, who had been trying to pay attention to the television is now alerted to the conflict between his friends when mingi almost sat right on him.
“mingi convinced (y/n) that they just need to make yunho jealous in order to get him to make a move,” wooyoung plops down next to seonghwa, arms crossed in front of his chest and pout set on his face.
“and that’s your problem because,” seonghwa trials off, gesturing for wooyoung to supply the rest of the sentence before placing a comforting hand on mingi’s arm.
“because,” wooyoung sighs, taking a deep breath before he finishes his sentence, “they asked me to be their fake situationship.”
mingi pops up off the couch suddenly at wooyoung’s statement, looking just as surprised as wooyoung is sure he was in the cafe with you less than an hour earlier.
“i did NOT suggest they fake date one of our friends,” mingi explains, scrambling through the living room in search of, well, wooyoung’s not sure. “my suggestion was to just get a little comfy with someone at a party or something,” he explains, pulling the pillow off from where he’d been sat and sighing in relief as he takes his phone into his hands, fingers flying across the screen in a panic.
“i don’t see the issue,” seonghwa interjects, “it’s not like you’re actually dating and it’s not even like you’re fake dating if you’re not calling it official,” the oldest of the group shrugs, opening one of the boxes of pizza on the coffee table and pulling out a slice for himself. “plus it’s not like you’re interested in them or anything.”
mingi freezes at this, his behavior a complete 180 from only a few seconds ago as his gaze slowly drifts up from his phone to wooyoung who has stiffened next to seonghwa. the two youngest both let out audibly pained chuckles and seonghwa drops his plate dramatically back down onto the table.
“don’t tell me.”
wooyoung clears his throat loudly. “so i may have, like, the tiniest most insignificant crush on them,” he practically whispers, face feeling slightly warmer at the prospect of the situation he’s in, and certainly not his feelings for you.
seonghwa narrows his eyes at the youngest, a question on the tip of his tongue before mingi decides to supply the answer anyway.
“you’ve been in love with them for months, we all know.”
“i am not in love with them,” wooyoung shouts back, anger reignited as he focused back on the true root of the issue, mingi and his bright ideas. “yes i might think they’re attractive, and yes i would like to date them for real, and maybe, just maybe, i do get a little jealous when they talk about yunho, but that doesn’t mean i like them that much.”
wooyoung feels the energy fizzling out and his words get weaker as he observed the looks on his roommates’ faces. mingi seems almost smug, like he’s been proven right, while seonghwa wears an amused grin, eyebrows raised slightly in satisfaction.
“you’re sure about that?”
the next week, as he’s laying sprawled out on his best friend’s bed, yeosang busy putting away his freshly cleaned laundry, he sighs for what feels like the millionth time and the dark haired man at the closet has had enough.
“either say something or stop sighing,” yeosang grunts, placing the last hanging item in the closet. as he moves to sit at his desk, wooyoung flips onto his stomach quickly, causing the bed to creek and him to bounce slightly.
“i just don’t get it,” wooyoung says and yeosang resists the urge to groan. this is the same conversation the two had been having since wooyoung found out about your interest in yeosang’s roommate.
woo complains that he doesn’t understand why you think yunho is so great and then yeo has to bring his friend back to reality by reminding him that yunho is actually a pretty great guy and that woo is the one who could change his own fate, if he just had the balls to admit he was interested in you. but of course wooyoung always manages to weasel out of the truth, claiming that he doesn’t like you that much, or that you don’t like him, which yeo thinks is shit considering the amount of times you started ditching him for his own best friend but he’s not a snitch.
it’s yeosang’s turn to sigh. “i’m not doing this again,” he mutters. “yunho is not a bad guy, in fact he’s a great guy, all of his previous relationships ended amicably, he’s not unattractive according to the people that have asked me to give him their number, and as far as i know he and (y/n) actually have quite a bit in common.” yeosang turns to wooyoung quickly, finding the younger man with a small pout gracing his features.
as wooyoung opens his mouth to possibly argue against one of the points his friend had raised, both men hear the familiar sound of the front door opening and yunho’s usual greeting rings through the apartment. both boys suddenly feel like they’ve been caught, wooyoung’s eyes going wide for a moment as yeosang turns back to busy himself with the unfolded clothes on his desk.
“hey,” yunho says, poking his head through yeosang’s open door a few moments later. “they were out of those macarons you like at the cafe so i got you a maple cinnamon roll instead, y/n suggested it.”
at the mention of your name wooyoung perks up, trying not to seem too eager at the mere thought of you.
“sorry woo, i didn’t know you were over until after i’d ordered or i would have gotten you something,” yunho apologizes and wooyoung hates that he can tell it’s sincere.
wooyoung thinks it would be a lot easier to hate his best friend’s roommate if he was not actually such a nice guy. but he just can’t hate him, he might dislike him a bit for being such a great guy and being the one to hold your attention, but honestly feeling anything but amicable toward the man just makes him feel guilty. it’s not yunho’s fault you find him attractive and it’s certainly not yunho’s fault that wooyoung can’t just admit his feelings.
“you ran into y/n?” yeosang asks, honestly not trying too hard to hide the glance he throws wooyoung’s direction.
yunho nods as he moves to fully lean against yeosang’s doorframe. “they said they were stopping by the cafe before they were supposed to meet a friend.”
yeosang and wooyoung both nod in response, wooyoung’s a little more engaged while yeosang keeps looking between his two best friends.
“they actually asked if you were over,” yunho continues, gesturing to wooyoung with a quick tick of his chin.
the younger man’s expression quickly shifts to confusion before he’s remembering your idea he’d been telling yeosang about only half an hour before. he tries to tone down the shock of hearing you ask about him as he asks, “really?”
“yeah,” yunho chuckles slightly. “they said you weren’t answering any of their texts and that only happens when you’re with yeosang.”
before yunho is even done with his explanation wooyoung is digging through the slightly askew comforter he’d unceremoniously dropped himself and his phone onto once he’d arrived an hour ago. he’s not sure if you just made up the statement to prove to yunho that you two were close, as you truly didn’t text each other much outside of making plans, but no matter if you were just trying to provoke yunho you had spoken the truth. just about every time you texted wooyoung he would drop everything to respond. mingi would call it being “down bad”, and maybe wooyoung was learning to accept that fact about himself.
as wooyoung scrolled through the texts you’d sent him, a little update about how you think the plan is working and a picture of a cute dog that you said looked a little like him, which totally didn’t make him blush, he hears yunho clear his throat.
“are you two,” yunho pauses as wooyoung glances up at him, finding the conversation to feel a bit stiff and uncomfortable. “are you two like a thing?” yunho finally asks, finding the setup of yeosang’s room to be more interesting as his friend watches a blush creep onto the tips of his ears.
it’s wooyoung’s turn to find the decor around him interesting as he replies, trying to remember everything you’d talked about, “i wouldn’t call it a thing.” wooyoung shrugs trying to seem cool as he feels his heart beat creeping up into his throat.
he hadn’t anticipated it being this hard. the man hadn’t even lied about anything yet and he could still feel the guilt settling into the back of his throat, flavoring his words with a bitterness that held a strange mix of satisfaction, for getting to even pretend to know you in a more intimate way than his current competition, and regret, for agreeing to be apart of a plan that might cause one of his friends any distress.
“they’ve just been talking about you a lot,” yunho adds and if wooyoung had a little less self control he’d probably have fallen right off yeosang’s bed. he’s too focused on the thought of you purposely mentioning him in conversation to others to think about how yunho would know, the older man probably having seen you more times than wooyoung had in the past week.
“i think they’re in what you might call a situationship,” yeosang supplies when wooyoung doesn’t respond, shrugging as if he has no interest in the information he’d just shared.
wooyoung bites his tongue as he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing to tell the biggest lie he’s probably told in his whole life, just as you’d agreed to. “you remember that party their friend, whatever-her-name-was, had a few weeks ago?”
yunho nods gently, now able to look at wooyoung again after having determined that the conversation maybe wasn’t that uncomfortable.
“well we kinda,” wooyoung pauses, knowing it’s his last chance to back out before everything changes, and so he pushes forward with a sigh, “we hooked up that night and we’ve gotten together a few times since then.”
for wooyoung, it felt weird to say, the statement now just sitting in the air as he sees yunho trying to digest the information. he thought it might make him feel some way but instead he just feels empty, knowing that it’s entirely untrue. sure you’d left that party together, a fact that you had remembered and wanted to use in order to make your little fib realistic, but you’d both simply had enough of partying that night and gone for food at the convenience store on the corner before he walked you home. as far as wooyoung was aware, and he was pretty sure you didn’t go anywhere after he left your doorstep, you’d both gone to bed alone that night. and yet wooyoung didn’t feel like he could let himself daydream even the thought of you both actually doing anything then, the idea much too dangerous for the way he’d slowly started accepting what all his friends had been telling him about his affections recently. and even though he might be able to admit that he does have a crush on you, he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear the question falling from yunho’s lips.
“do you love them?”
wooyoung could feel his stomach jump right into his throat, his heart plummeting at the same time and causing nausea to replace the guilt he’d been wadding in just moments earlier.
“uh i think love is maybe a strong term,” he tries to chuckle lightly but he can hear the awkwardness permeating the laugh. “but i do like them.”
it’s the first time he’s admitted it without a caveat, and just like with the lie before, he feels the emptiness returning except instead of sitting deep into his stomach it fills his entire chest cavity, only stirring the nausea and making him feel like he’d much rather sink into the covers of his best friend’s bed than continue this conversation. he’s just not sure how much more he can say before he might actually vomit.
yunho nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face, before he says, “i think you two would be good together.”
wooyoung is much too focused on staying grounded and not revealing the sickness that he feels to analyze whether yunho is telling the truth, a slight burn building in his chest of what he can only assume is bile, and at this point he’s not sure he wants to know what yunho thinks anymore. why did he agree to this?
“well, that roll is on the counter whenever you want it yeo,” yunho continues, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in wooyoung’s mind and body. “see you later woo.”
with that the man is gone, disappearing into his bedroom down the hall.
yeosang turns to his best friend quickly, ready to supposedly recap the conversation but stops in his tracks when he sees the look of pain on wooyoung’s face.
“how am i gonna make it through this?”
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the next week or so is filled with moments similar to this, where he has to look at yunho and lie straight to his face, straight to his own heart. and although yeosang assured that it would have to get easier at some point, wooyoung can feel he’s reaching his own breaking point.
throughout the process, as you execute your plan, you actually try to spend more time with wooyoung, starting with simple little outings that weren’t too different from things you might do usually. at some point these outings morphed into full fledged dates, and every time wooyoung felt himself sinking into the idea that he might be able to just enjoy this for what it was, you were quick to mention the plan and pop the bubble that wooyoung had found solace in. although he feels something unfamiliar burning lightly in his chest he can’t even fathom to be mad at you, too unbelievably happy in those moments where he could forget that you were faking it all.
“i’m not sure this is good for you anymore,” seonghwa had said one day after wooyoung had come home from a day out with you, plopping himself down onto the couch with an exhausted heart from the emotional roller coaster you were unknowingly taking him on.
wooyoung only let out a grunt, the sound muffled by the cushion his face was squished against, and seonghwa sighed in response.
“you’re tearing yourself apart for them,” seonghwa tried to reason, his quest of stopping this little escapade you’d set yourself on as futile as always.
wooyoung was sure he was delirious at this point, fatigue settled deep into his body from the way he felt he was chasing every moment with you, and so the next words that slipped off his tongue were completely unvetted by his mind and entirely from the heart.
“how else would i be able to love them?”
if seonghwa is surprised by the statement he doesn’t show it, his face neutral as wooyoung turns to look at him, the older man now crouched next to where wooyoung lies. he’s not sure what reaction he expected, and he knows that he asked an unanswerable question, but somehow wooyoung’s not surprised when seonghwa reaches out to run a gentle hand up and down the younger’s back.
the next words wooyoung speaks come out watery as he feels tears pricking at the back of his eyes and that unfamiliar burn returns to his chest, “they’ll always love someone else.”
as much as seonghwa wants to argue, to point out that you shouldn’t think in forevers and absolutes, right now he knows that his friend just needs comfort. so he moves to pull wooyoung so that he’s sitting, seonghwa moving into the space he’s created on the couch and taking his younger friend into his arms, letting him sob gently against his shoulder.
as if he couldn’t feel bad enough about this entire situation, wooyoung wakes the next morning to a text from you. normally he might feel a bit giddy to hear from you but the message is nothing like any of the ones you’d recently started sending, casual conversations about your days and cute pictures of things that reminded you of him. it was cold, with a finite energy and wooyoung could feel it like a punch to the chest.
y/n: let’s break it off
wooyoung can barely perceive himself moving to message you back, feeling like he’s gone into autopilot. he’s tried to be prepared for this but with the way he’s allowed himself to feel with you for the past few weeks it’s almost as devastating as knowing that he’s been making himself comfortable inside of a lie. as he turns over to try to return to sleep he feels that same something unfamiliar burn in his chest.
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“you should go anyway,” yeosang says, looking down at wooyoung from his place on the couch.
wooyoung has taken to wallowing in self pity on the floor of his living room, mingi having forcefully pulled him out of the pitiful nest he had created of his bed a few hours ago upon seonghwa’s request.
“and see yunho all over them, no thank you,” wooyoung pouts.
the two of them had been talking about the party at yeosang’s, and by extension yunho’s, place since yeosang had arrived just over an hour ago. the party was supposed to be the final phase of the plan, when you would confront yunho, with the help of the alcohol that would surely be in your system, and wooyoung was obviously less than enthusiastic to see you complete the last stage of the plan. his best friend had been arguing that he could reasonably avoid you the entire night and be able to have fun anyway, but wooyoung wasn’t in the mood to have fun in the first place.
“if you just stay by the beer pong table the whole night i’m sure you’ll be able to avoid them,” mingi supplies helpfully, to which wooyoung whines in response.
“and have a perfect view of the rest of the room, where everyone else will be having the time of their lives, yeah great, very cool,” wooyoung spits sarcastically, limbs flailing about around him as he tries to push away the mental images of all of his friends getting to have a great night while he tries to keep from silently crying into his cup in a corner.
“so you’re just never going to go to another party?” seonghwa asks, stepping over his roommate as he goes about tidying the living room, setting things that had migrated amongst the room back where they belong.
wooyoung stops at this, turning over quickly so he can toss seonghwa, who spares no glance to him, a questioning look. “what do you mean?”
seonghwa just shrugs, dusting an empty shelf before he reorganizes the knick-knacks that would sit on it. “well, if you’re avoiding this party because you don’t want to see them together, then you’re going to have to avoid every party where you know they’ll be, which will likely be every party you’re invited to,” seonghwa explains, enunciating slowly as though wooyoung is only a child.
“and if you’re just avoiding anything they’ll be at together are you going to stop coming to group hangouts, or anything either one of them is at in fear that the other person will show up,” seonghwa continues, oblivious to the way wooyoung seems to be melting into the floor as he realizes how crazy his logic from earlier sounds now that the eldest is breaking it down like this. “so are you just going to stop being friends with both of them?”
wooyoung lets out something akin to a growl as he flops once more onto his back, his legs kicking in the air as he knows that he’s been cornered. “i get it,” he whines, hands smacking gently against his face in defeat.
“if you just rip the bandaid off now it’ll be so much easier,” yeosang adds, “you won’t have built it up more than you have already.”
“i hate when you’re all right.”
so, with the caveat that he can hang onto one of his roommates the whole night for emotional support, wooyoung finally agrees to attend the party.
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“have you been avoiding me?”
wooyoung knew it was a bad idea to come to this cafe, the same one he had made that stupid agreement with you at, the one where you might be found more often than not, your favorite cafe. and if any of his friends were here with him they might just call him an absolute idiot, yeosang might even call it masochistic, to think that he could avoid you in the one spot you were sure to be.
“avoiding you?” wooyoung hears himself speak before he is even able to process what he should say, his nerves too frazzled by your proximity, standing closer than he thinks you ever have before. it certainly doesn’t help that with the warmer weather lately you’ve taken to start cycling your summer clothes into your wardrobe, your outfit today including one of your favorite tank tops, showing off the soft skin of your collarbone and shoulders. wooyoung has to use all of his self control to not reach out and brush his fingertips against you, tracing shapes into your skin and feeling you shudder beneath his gentle touches.
he’s snapped suddenly out of the trance he had been sinking into when you speak again, “you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”
at this wooyoung moves his gaze to your face and although he can see the teasing smile that graces your lips he can still spot a bit of disappointment swimming in your eyes.
“i’m sorry,” he replies, sounding much too genuine for the way you had seemed to be trying to hide your true disappointment in the playfulness of your usual cadence you adopted around him, and he feels the familiar pool of guilt start to fill the void that he’d been keeping in the pit of his stomach since you’d broken things off.
as you stand before him, forcing him into your personal space and looking at him expectantly, he thinks back to his decision to turn off notifications from your number, one that all of his friends had already torn him to shreds for. at the time he had reasoned that it was to protect himself from the repeated heartbreak he would suffer every time he might interact with you. unfortunately, in making this decision he hadn’t thought about what his seemingly sudden disappearance from your life might do to you, he hadn’t considered that he might be hurting you, and the guilt only grows.
you seem to be slightly taken back by his apology, likely not expecting him to reply in earnest, taking a moment to collect yourself before you state, “so you admit it, you were avoiding me,” although it comes out as more of a question, your head tilting gently as you seem to be inspecting the man before you, and wooyoung hates that he feels so exposed.
you aren’t even aware of the way you hold wooyoung’s heart in your hands but the longer you stand dissecting his expression the more he feels like your grip on it is too tight. he can’t tell whether you want him to answer honestly, or if you even care if he does, his mind is far too clouded by the scent of your shampoo along with the hurt he can see you trying to hide behind the confusion in your eyes, and he feels the familiar prickle of tears forming in his own.
he watches as you own features turn to concern, but before either of you can move to speak again, you’re both thrust out of the moment as someone behind you asks, “are you two going to move? you’re holding up the line.”
and suddenly wooyoung feels like the entire world can see him, pathetically crying over a person stood directly in front of him, and he needs to get out.
he’s not sure how he manages to make it out of the cafe with his vision as watery as it is, tears now fully rolling down his cheeks, but he assumes muscle memory simply kicked in as he finds himself briskly walking in the direction of his apartment.
“wooyoung!” he hears you call behind him and for a moment he considers stopping but then he feels that familiar burn in his chest, the same one he felt when you’d broken things off, and in a moment of clarity, as his feet carry him further from the agreement you’d both made, he realizes what it is, anger. although he’s never felt anger like this before, anger that roots itself into that guilt he’d been building for the entire time you’d pretended to be something. so it’s not an anger he can quickly pick apart and resolve, no, it’s an anger that feels like it feeds off of everything he’s been through for the past month. he’s angry at himself, for being so stubborn for so long, at his friends, for pushing for him to reanalyze his feelings, at the situation, for being so complicated, at yunho, for being the one you want, at the plan, for making everything worse, and most importantly at you.
his feet suddenly come to a halt, and you must have been closer behind than he thought because just a moment later he feels you running right into his back, not having expected him to actually stop.
“what do you want from me?” he spits, whipping around and causing you to jump in surprise.
“wooyoung,“ you begin softly, feeling his gaze sharp and strong, “what’s wrong?”
“you want to know what’s wrong?” he laughs, the sound void of any real humor. “you’re what’s wrong.”
you try not to react, knowing that he probably doesn’t mean what he’s saying, but he can see the way your hands, that had been hesitantly reaching toward him, suddenly drop to your sides.
“you and your goddamn plan,” he starts. “why couldn’t you have just fucking talked to yunho yourself instead of dragging me along for your own fun? you’re so goddamn selfish it doesn’t even cross your mind that other people might get hurt by the shit you think up. but it doesn’t matter to you does it? no one else’s feelings and emotions really matter as long as you can get what you want in the end. how long are you gonna string along yunho before you have to tell him you’re a liar and break his heart too? how many other guys are you going to hurt and then manipulate into feeling guilty for protecting themselves from you, huh?”
by the end of his rant he’s shouting, surely attracting attention from anyone else just trying to go about their lives that might happen to pass you both on the sidewalk, but wooyoung couldn’t care less, each word cooling the burn in his chest and laced with the anger that he can no longer stand to house inside of himself.
“wooyoung, please-“ you try to start, but he must miss the watery way you speak and how your own tears now threaten to join his on the sidewalk as he interrupts you.
“i wish i could just stop loving you,” and with his final peace spoken he turns and begins, once again, the trek home, an inexplicable exhaustion weighing down his steps.
he barely even registers that you don’t follow.
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“JUNG WOOYOUNG WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
when he had returned home to an empty apartment, he felt like it was the only good thing that had happened to him in the last month, but then, as he sat in silence, calming his nerves and slowing his racing heart, his actions from the last half hour began to sink into his conscious. he knew his friends would find out what he had done sooner or later, but he certainly didn’t expect to find four of them bursting through his front door in a fury only minutes after he’d arrived.
hongjoong, always the voice of reason, had been the one to shout and announce their presence, his boyfriend, and wooyoung’s roommate, in tow. both men were visibly upset, although reasonably so, and if mingi didn’t have a gentle hold on seonghwa’s wrist wooyoung is sure the eldest would have tackled him to the ground by now.
“i knew you were an idiot but man,” yeosang says, bringing up the rear.
“so,” wooyoung tries, looking anywhere but his friends, “how was lunch?”
hongjoong takes a breath, likely trying to calm himself as he replies, “great, we even ran into a friend,” sarcasm heavy on each syllable.
“oh really?” wooyoung asks just above a whisper.
“yeah,” hongjoong nods harshly with an angry smile, “we would’ve invited them to join us had they not been FUCKING SOBBING,” he ends shouting.
“ah,” wooyoung tries, wishing the couch might just swallow him whole. “so you ran into y/n i’m guessing.” wooyoung lets out an awkward cough, releasing a humorless chuckle as he finally glanced back up at his friends.
“i’m going to ask this again,” hongjoong starts once more, taking several large breaths with his eyes closed to presumably calm himself. “what is wrong with you?”
“what did you do?” mingi takes a turn to speak up, releasing his hold on seonghwa who moves to run a soothing hand along his boyfriend’s back.
wooyoung can’t find the energy to recount the details of your entire encounter, and he also doesn’t feel like being berated for every little misstep he’d taken throughout your interaction, so he resolves to try summarizing the last half hour for the four men that are giving him some of the most expectant looks he’s probably ever seen. “we-uh,” he starts, as eloquently as usual, “we ran into each other and i may have cried and then i may have gotten angry and then i may have, uhm, madethemcry.” his last three words come out as one as he tries to get them out as quickly as possible, hating the way they taste rolling off his tongue.
and now, as the four men that had been listening so closely are thrown into a flurry once more by his statement, he begins to digest his own statement. he made you cry, and he’s sure if the room wasn’t filled with the voices of four of his friends arguing, the crack he feels in his heart would echo against the walls around him.
“i also told them i loved them,” wooyoung says again, barely above a whisper and yeosang is quick to shush the other three.
“you what?”
“i told them i loved them,” he repeats before quickly clarifying, “well it was more like i told them i wished i didn’t.”
and that set them all off again, each of his friends shouting over each other, and wooyoung just sunk into himself, the image of your tear stained cheeks at the front and center of his mind.
after what wooyoung might consider a pretty reasonable 15 minutes of being reminded how he has fucked up in pretty much every way possible, mingi was the first to calm down, always the one to move through his emotions quickly, and yeosang was soon to follow. seonghwa was the next to cool off, half way through a shouted sentence remembering the moment just a week ago in which he’d comforted wooyoung on the same couch he stood in front of now. hongjoong didn’t get the chance to simmer down, seonghwa pushing him to go home before he could pop a blood vessel.
“what are you thinking about?” yeosang asks, sitting himself next to wooyoung on the couch.
“how stupid i am,” wooyoung sighs, staring up at the ceiling.
yeosang sighs, placing a tentative but comforting hand on wooyoung’s bicep. “you’re not stupid,” yeosang says, “you’re just in love.”
wooyoung lolls his head to the side, getting a good view of his friend to see if he was joking, but all he found was sincerity, and a little pity, in the gentle smile on yeosang’s face.
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saturday
y/n: let’s break it off
woo: sure
sunday
y/n: hey, i just told yunho
y/n: just figured you should know
tuesday
y/n: can we talk?
wednesday
y/n: everything okay?
today
y/n: i really need to tell you something
that night wooyoung opens your chat and feels even worse about everything that happened today, but before he can tumble into a cycle of self pity once again, he feels his phone vibrate in his hand.
y/n: are you still going to the party tomorrow?
wooyoung practically tosses his phone in the air with the way he jumps up in surprise, fingers flying across the keyboard to respond. he types out and deletes his message at least five times before he hits send, debating if he should take this moment to apologize in fear that he won’t ever get the chance again. in the end he decides to just answer your question, straight and simple, not wanting to fuck up anything else.
woo: yeah
and in the minute he waits for a response he feels like his nerves are on fire, mentally berating himself for his answer. he should have apologized, or said something else, anything else. you probably wanted him to do more, address what happened earlier in the day, but of course he couldn’t even do that right. so wooyoung starts that spiral again, sinking into the depths of his own mind, until he feels his phone vibrate.
y/n: cool
y/n: i’ll see you there
wooyoung can barely sleep that night, either replaying his mistakes from the day or rehearsing the apology he had to give you at the party.
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yeosang had managed to rope wooyoung into helping with the set up at his and yunho’s apartment for the party, claiming it would help him to get his mind off of things, but as wooyoung knocks on his best friends door, he can feel the anxiety creeping up as he tries to think of a plan for if yunho were to open the door instead of yeosang. wooyoung is so lost in his nerves he doesn’t realize that yeosang has answered until the older man speaks.
“why are you shaking?” yeosang asks, confusion clear on his face as he opens the door wider for the quaking man in question to enter.
“uh, yunho,” is all wooyoung says, as he inspects the state of the apartment.
streamers and other miscellaneous decorations are thrown about the entrance area and living room, the beer pong table already set up in the corner farthest away from the hall to yeosang and yunho’s bedrooms, giving it the best view of the open concept living room and kitchen, and wooyoung tosses around the idea of mingi’s suggestion. he would certainly be able to see when you arrive so he can catch you before you lose yourself in the party tonight.
“oh, he and mingi went to pick up the stuff for drinks,” yeosang shrugs, “i thought mingi would have told you.”
wooyoung just shakes his head before yeosang starts instructing him on what he needs to do, placing the younger in charge of setting up the kitchen while yeosang gets everything hung up in the entrance and living areas.
for the first half hour, wooyoung does have to admit that he is more focused on decorating and organizing the snacks, making sure to leave room for drinks, than the apology he has perfected that had been swirling through his mind all day. he busies himself with which color balloon should be where and whether he should put the salty and sweet together or mix them up a bit so one side doesn’t get more crowded than the other, of which he decides to mix them together, instead of how he should open the conversation he’s dreading. of course as he finally starts managing to sink himself into his task all the way he hears a throat clear behind him.
expecting it to be yeosang who has some little complaint about the way wooyoung hung the streamers or how he should at least put the cookies all together he just says, “i don’t want to hear it.”
instead of one of yeosang’s usual quips wooyoung is surprised to hear a much deeper voice, laced with confusion. “what?”
wooyoung is quick to whip around, ending up face to face with, a slightly amused but mostly puzzled looking, yunho who has a bottle of tequila in one hand and some sort of mixer in the other, a few bags scattered on the floor near his feet.
“sorry,” wooyoung is quick to move, gesturing to the empty space on the counter. “thought you were yeosang,” wooyoung explains, stepping as far out of yunho’s way as he can.
yunho just chuckles lightly, as he sets the two bottles down, turning to wooyoung, “i figured.”
to wooyoung’s surprise yunho doesn’t move to unpack any more of the bags, instead leaning up against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.
“he went out to grab another cord for the speakers,” yunho explains, “we always manage to loose one.”
wooyoung just nods slowly, his gaze flickering between the decorations still left to be used and the bags that still need to be unpacked, and just as wooyoung is about to move back to do one of those tasks, yunho speaks up again.
“y/n told me,” he says and wooyoung freezes completely, feeling his heart plummet into his feet. he prepares himself for any of the rage that yunho might be about to throw his way, even trying to mentally steel himself for the way yunho will surely laugh at him for telling you that he loved you. how could his love compare to that which is reciprocated by someone you actually wanted.
“i still mean what i said,” yunho continues and wooyoung dares to glance at his friend. “i think you two would be good together.”
now it’s wooyoung’s turn to be puzzled. for a moment he wonders if yunho is sick at all because he certainly wouldn’t tell another guy, especially one that made his crush cry, that they would be good together but with the way yunho doesn’t react to wooyoung’s confusion wooyoung fears that maybe the sleep deprivation has finally caught up to him.
“i know that it was supposed to be all pretend but i don’t think you were lying when i asked you if you loved them,” yunho continues and wooyoung shakes his head like it will clear out his thoughts. “you’re a pretty open book.”
wooyoung decides he might as well bite the bullet and asks, “what did they tell you?”
“that it was fake,” yunho replies easily, “the situationship.”
wooyoung wishes that his answer cleared anything up but instead it only leaves him feeling more lost. does yunho like you? does he know about yesterday? do you still like yunho? wasn’t the end of the plan the party? that had to mean that you ended the plan early, did it not work out?
“i hope it works out for you,” yunho concludes, leaving wooyoung to stand mindlessly in the middle of the kitchen as the older man goes about setting up the drinks.
“thanks,” is all wooyoung can say in response and suddenly the party can’t start soon enough.
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when it’s half an hour past go time and you still haven’t arrived, he’s tempted to text you but he decides against it when he realizes he’s not sure what he would even say. mingi had been reassuring him that it was fine, turning to say so every time he would score in the game of beer pong he and a friend of a friend were playing, he thinks she introduced herself as yuri or yeji or something that started with a y but it’s hard for him to remember when his mind has been stuck on you for the last hour now.
“i told you they were pregaming at san’s so you know it’s gonna take them forever,” mingi says before downing the cup in his hand, the girl across the table high-fiving her friend excitedly. “plus i’m pretty sure they were going to wait for jongho to get off work and swing by his place to grab him.”
wooyoung just nods quickly, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. he had decided to forgo drinking until you arrived, wanting to be sober when he talked to you but the longer he waited the more he was regretting that decision, the soda he’d been nursing for the last half hour going flat as it swished around his cup.
before he can start to overthink it, he leans in next to mingi’s ear, not wanting to yell over the music. “i’m gonna grab a drink,” he says, not waiting for his friend’s response before he’s pushing through the crowd of people dancing, making his way to the kitchen.
“they here yet?” yeosang asks as soon as he spots wooyoung entering the kitchen, simultaneously handing an obviously tipsy seonghwa another drink.
“no,” wooyoung responds quickly, tossing the liquid in his cup into the sink before reaching for one of the bottles of soju on the counter.
seonghwa lets out a high pitched giggle, not hiding that it’s at wooyoung’s expense as the younger whips his head to stare daggers at his senior. “don’t you have a hongjoong to be hanging off of?” wooyoung spits and the phrase receives the reaction he’d intended, seonghwa quick to let out a squeaky “joongie!” before making his way back into the clump of bodies wooyoung had just emerged from.
as he watches his oldest friend disappear into the crowd, yeosang following suit, wooyoung catches mingi’s gaze, eyes wide as he ticks his chin in the direction of the front door, and he knows what it means immediately.
you’re here.
he can see the top of your head slowly moving into the center of the crowd, presumably being pulled by none other than choi san, who wooyoung can see is already flushed when the crowd moves and he can catch glimpses of you both dancing together, a bright smile displayed on your face as you laugh at san. he wants to go to you but he feels like his feet are suddenly too heavy, unable to do anything but watch from a distance.
“just the man i was looking for,” jongho says, clapping wooyoung on the back harshly, and successfully pulling him out of the trance you’d put him in.
“why?” wooyoung whines before he turns to jongho, seeing the smile that only his younger friend could lace with a scary sort of anger and wooyoung’s blood runs cold.
“y/n was just telling me about the interesting conversation you two had yesterday,” jongho says, his hand moving from wooyoung’s back up to his shoulder and squeezing harshly. wooyoung resists the urge to yell and instead tries to push the younger’s hand away, ducking under his arm to try and escape.
“i’m going to apologize,” wooyoung is quick to explain, now facing jongho head on in hopes to stop any more of his friend’s attacks.
jongho just drops his smile, muttering a quick, “i hope so,” before he moves past wooyoung and toward the drinks.
once wooyoung is sure he’s no longer in danger of being on the wrong side of jongho’s anger he quickly turns back to the crowd, scanning quickly for you or san. he spots san easy enough, having moved his dancing from the floor up onto the couch that had been pushed up against one of the walls. unfortunately you’re no longer with him and so wooyoung continues his search once more, although it’s starting to prove difficult as he realizes that more people must have arrived during his quick exchange with jongho, the living room packed almost wall to wall.
“who are we looking for?”
wooyoung almost jumps three feet in the air as your voice registers so clearly, your mouth centimeters away from his ear so that you can speak without straining over the music. he places a hand firmly against his chest as he tries to calm his racing heart but when he turns to you he knows the attempt is futile.
“can we talk?” wooyoung eventually manages out between staggered breaths, yelling over the music instead of opting to get closer to you, fearing that he might overstep some sort of boundary if he were to be inside of your personal space.
you only nod in response before you grab his wrist, and wooyoung barely registers where you’re pulling him off to as he focuses on the way your fingertips press into his skin. only once you’ve closed the door behind you two, successfully muffling the music and voices enough to converse without shouting, do you release his arm and he recognizes the room as his best friend’s.
you make no effort to move away from wooyoung once you’ve succeeded in locking the door behind him, ignoring the many extra feet of space that you could place between you both, and wooyoung isn’t sure if he’s overthinking but he would like to assume it’s a good sign.
“i was looking for you,” wooyoung answers your question from earlier, feeling like his mouth is much too dry before he remembers he’s been holding a cup in his hand since you’d arrived and takes the smallest swig of the liquid inside. he notices you aren’t holding a drink and debates about offering a sip of his own to you before ultimately deciding to just set it down on yeosang’s desk, leaning awkwardly to the side in order to reach.
“why?” you ask and wooyoung loses his balance for a moment, falling into you slowly before his feet find better support. if he hadn’t felt hot enough with embarrassment just from starting to fall in front of you, he’s now overheating when he realizes you’d placed a hand on his chest to keep him from completely falling onto you, your palm feeling as though it might burn a hole through his shirt.
he clears his throat nervously as you retract your hand and he misses the searing heat of your skin almost immediately, itching to just grab your wrist and place your hand back. but he doesn’t, because he respects you too much. he loves you too much.
“to apologize,” he finally admits, feeling the heat you’d gifted him moving up from his chest to his cheeks. “i-“ he tries to breath, to remember the apology he’d been practicing in his mind, but it’s so much harder when you’re actually in front of him. your eyes, just as they had in the cafe before his outburst, make him feel exposed, sensitive. “i’m sorry for getting mad at you, i shouldn’t have said what i did,” he’s able to continue, trying hard to return your gaze so that you may be able to spot the sincerity in this apology just as you had his last. “i didn’t mean those things. i was,” he pauses, knowing this is the point in which he could still turn around, pretend that he wasn’t upset for the reasons he was, and so he pushes through anyway. “i was angry at myself and you were just who i could take it out on. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry.”
he searches your face for any change, desperate to see your usual expression replace the frown you sported and smooth out the current crease between your brows, and when your face doesn’t change he’s once again tempted to reach out to you. he wants to just take your face into his hands, to gently message the tension from your temples and to place a gentle peck to the tip of your nose in hopes that he might get to see your smile up close once more before you might just vanish from his life forever.
but instead he keeps his hands firmly at his sides and says, “i wish i could take it all back.”
“all of it?” you ask quickly, your voice practically overlapping his own, and your expression does shift but wooyoung can’t make out the difference.
neither of you speak then for what feels like an hour, your eyes determinedly set on his while you let wooyoung’s gaze flit along your face, trying to find his answer amongst your features, before he closes his eyes with a wobbly sigh.
“i don’t want to stop loving you,” he says, eyes still closed, “but i have to.”
he can feel his chest caving in, the emptiness he’d started calling home consuming him from the inside out as he finally says what he’d been teetering on the edge of admitting for the last month.
“who told you that?” you question and if wooyoung could bare to open his eyes and actually look at you instead of finding cowardly safety behind his eyelids he is sure you would be wearing the same look of frustration he’s seen directed at him so many times before. although now he knows that it doesn’t carry the same playfulness that usually makes him so endeared, the sparkle in your eye that encourages him to bring out that same look more and more.
wooyoung lets out a humorless chuckle, shoulders dropping heavily as he becomes hyper aware of the way he’s been tensing his entire body. “no one,” he says before scrunching up his face in hopes that it will quiet the urge for him to open his eyes and see your face once more. “everyone.”
he hears you let out a huff before you comment, almost indignantly, “well i didn’t get a say.”
wooyoung can’t recall a time he’s opened his eyes faster, tenderness quickly replacing the shock he’d felt when he sees you once more, your gaze now firmly set on the cup wooyoung had placed on yeosang’s desk and arms crossed over your chest, a pout on your lips. he feels the corners of his own lips ticking up in a fond smile.
“so,” he begins to ask, a hint of playfulness coloring his tone as he feels hope build inside of him, “what do you think i should do?”
he’s not sure if you were expecting his eyes to still be closed but as you bring your gaze back to wooyoung’s face he feels like he can easily spot a hint of nervousness beneath your determined expression. you both find yourself in silence once more, this time he’s the one to hold firm, your gaze now traveling along his skin.
“i love you.”
he’s sure if he was any farther from you that he wouldn’t have been able to hear it, the words flowing along an exhale.
“what was that?” he asks, unable to contain the smile that overtakes his features, and he half expects for you to take it back playfully, to mess around with him, but then he watches as a determined smirk creeps onto your face.
“i said,” you start, leaning impossibly closer and placing your hand onto the same spot on his chest as you had earlier. “i love you.”
your lips are on his in an instant, almost imperceptible, the gentlest brush of skin, but wooyoung can feel it.
“i love you too,” he whispers against your lips before one of his hands moves to the back of your neck, the other wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you back into him.
of all the times he’d imagined kissing you, it was nothing like he expected, your lips remaining gentle against his no matter how passionate he became, and wooyoung knew instantly that he was already addicted. he was so utterly consumed by you, and he wouldn’t have if any other way.
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“your drink, my love,” wooyoung says, placing a cup down on the table as he takes the seat next to you, his own coffee in his hands, while he places a gentle kiss against your temple.
“gross,” yeosang comments, watching you both from across the table before taking another bite of his macaron.
“yeah,” hongjoong agrees from his seat on your other side. “i didn’t realize that you two getting together meant we would have to watch you both all over each other all the damn time,” he complains as his boyfriend rolls his eyes on the other side of the table.
wooyoung ignores his older friends in favor of grabbing one of the legs of your chair, pulling you toward him so that he can more easily rest his head against your shoulder. he smirks against your skin as he feels a shudder run down your spine when he turns his head to press his lips into the crook of your neck.
you and wooyoung are gathered with a few of your friends in the same cafe that set everything into motion, your favorite place, enjoying your first quiet afternoon as an official couple.
“come on, i think they’re cute,” mingi says, looking between yeosang and hongjoong, who both exchange disgusted looks.
you chuckle, the sound light and airy, making wooyoung’s heart float as he feels the vibrations through his own chest.
“thank you mingi,” you say with a hint of finality, ready for the attention to be away from you two.
you’re thankful that the conversation drifts into a new direction, yeosang mentioning something about the latest star wars movie and sending seonghwa into a spiral about his thoughts and opinions.
“thank you,” wooyoung whispers, lifting his head from your shoulder before resting it on his hand, his elbow propped on the table in front of you.
you send him a confused look, tilting your head gently, but with the way he stares at you, overwhelmed with devotion, you can’t keep a tender smile from gracing your features. “for what?”
“forgiving me,” he elaborates, taking your hand in his.
for a minute you simply bask in the genuine warmth of the moment, watching the way his gaze shifts to your hand as he starts to play with your fingers gently. you’re tempted to bring his own hand up to your lips and let the whole situation stay genuine, but you just can’t keep from teasing.
“who says i forgave you?”
wooyoung is quick to look back up at your face, eyes wide with worry as he lifts his head from his hand, now using both of his hands to hold one of yours. you watch the worry melt away as a pout takes over his features, seeing the playful smirk on your own.
you can hear the whine building in his throat before he even opens his mouth, your gentle giggles matching his volume. “babe,” he groans, dropping his shoulders as he pulls your hand against his chest.
once you’ve calmed down enough from your giggle fit, you reach the hand he’s not holding up to hold his face, watching with adoration as he turns his head to press his lips into your palm before he leans fully into your touch.
as you both sit, just savoring the moment, wooyoung can’t help but reflect on how you both ended up here. so, as he falls deeper into his romantic haze, he can’t help but let you know, “i love to love you.”
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note so hi, i’m alive. this was just something i wrote for fun recently and now i guess i write for ateez. anyway, hope you enjoyed
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yonemurishiroku · 1 year
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Aphrodite said she wouldn’t make Percy’s love life easy but actually it’s kinda simple? He loves Annabeth and Annabeth loves him. That’s it. There’re lows and highs, a few competitors, sure, but frankly, it’s just classic tests and pure obstacles they have to overcome to maintain their mutual feelings. Their love is a straight path (pun not intended), bumpy, sure, but a clear path. And they have each other along the way.
Do you know what I find not easy? It’s when you love someone knowing that love can never be reciprocated. When you love so much you end up sacrificing for it no matter how much it hurt. When you scream to yourself to let go, hoping it would hurt less. When you teach yourself how to accept that love as a part of who you are, untainted. When the love you hold - so intense it burns you alive - and so you accept another love in another form that turns out soft and healing. When you finally let go - not love, but their recipient - and yet you choose love again, unafraid and unrelenting all the same.
A love like a path paved with thorns and burning coal and you’re lost, alone, desperate in a hope that you can find the clear path while enduring the aching feet, knowing not if the destination is any more hopeful. That. That’s what I find not easy.
Aph, with all due respect which is none, you pick the wrong brunette. Your son got the right one.
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ridreamir · 1 year
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I just want to live out a fantasy of attending the academy alongside everyone tbh so whatever headcanons you have I'd be down for 👍
It seems you've been carving a place out for yourself at Mesagoza's highly esteemed Academy, haven't you?
[Spoiler Warning! Post Operation Starfall and Path of Legends] [Romance/Pining + Possible touch of Polyamory] [Slight Content Warning! Obsessive and unhealthy behaviors]
I went a little overboard with the pairings, very indulgent. You're popular, you know?
Your life at the academy has been a somewhat quiet one, despite the small interpersonal issues that you seem to keep finding yourself in. It hadn't been the worst, however, attending classes at your leisure and having a space of your own. The academy lived up to its reputation, and the studying hadn't felt overly laborious-- if anything, you were worried you were finding things to be a bit too easy.
The faculty have all come to recognize you, from the lunch ladies that Arven spends time with to the adjunct professors that have been overseeing the Star Training Center volunteer efforts, there's probably none in the academy that couldn't recognize you for one reason or another.
Speaking of, the former bosses of Team Star have taken it upon themselves to be your people, self-appointed. They seem almost a little possessive of you, potentially under the suggestion of Penny to keep watch on you while at school. Even though they're not afraid to stick up for anyone who might need it, it feels a little more personal when Mela herself comes storming in at the slightest sign of friction between you and some other student, or when Eri hovers over your shoulder in the cafeteria, sending threatening glares at whoever even thinks about staring at you for too long. You almost feel bad for Arven and Nemona who've begun to be crowded out by the possessive Team Star Bosses-- who have each at some point whisked you away under the guise of needing you for whatever excuses they've come up with in their little book of strategies to steal you away.
Not to mention, one of the Team Star Bosses, Atticus, walks completely silently and lingers whether you're aware of him or not. When you do spot him, he's quick to drag you to somewhere secluded so that he can play with your uniform and tack little dress-code-violating trinkets onto your attire. Miss Tyme has given you some flack for it, but she's a little more forgiving with you than she is with the other students and faculty, which you think might just be blatant favoritism working in your favor. However, favoritism only gets you so far, and Atticus seeks you out often enough that your professor's patience is wearing thin. (She knows, however, that your little team of delinquents are willing to listen if their time with you is on the line.) Ortega and Giacomo are constantly working on their respective hobbies, and come to you for feedback on superficial roadblocks that aren't really a problem, not that you know that-- It's an opportunity for praise, and they live off it. Giacomo seems to be adjusting somewhat poorly to his return to the academy, more so than the other Team Star Bosses, and so he seeks you out when he needs a quiet moment away from some of the other students. He's capable of socializing, but struggles to trust other people outside of Team Star. And Ortega, well, he can be a bit abrasive toward other people, in a way that's witty but also rubs people the wrong way. He doesn't really care about other people and only tones down the sass and sarcasm when he knows you're watching.
He's in actuality the most possessive, secretly. Everyone knows he acts sweet and innocent around you, but the moment you turn your back he becomes an absolute menace... His dapper pastel look only whispers warning to your classmates not to step too out of line. Friendly is fine, but he's a Tinkaton ready to hunt the greedy Corviknight that dare step a toe too close to his treasure.
While they spend a lot of time out in the field doing their community service hours, they've made a point of memorizing your erratic study habits as well as possible, and it's Penny's job to figure out the schedule so they can maximize their chances of running into you. She tries to come across as not as invested in the mission as they are, but she's low-key keeping tabs on you and the others aren't afraid to call her out on it if she acts like they're weird for being so obsessed with what you're doing. Truth is, there's honestly no one out there as pure-hearted as you, as little as you know it. You're a tantalizing thing after all that you've done for a gang of social outcasts without a single thought about what it might do to them. Of course, they have to be careful, or else that battle-maniac student council girl might crack down on their activities. Though it's pretty obvious to them that she's got something going on with you too, as her punishments seem much more targeted when she catches them doing something they shouldn't.
They... Haven't discussed their sensitivities toward you in general, but each of them sort of does their own thing and then they reconvene when it benefits them. It's silently been agreed upon that they each get to take their chances and aren't allowed to sabotage each other on purpose. No hard feelings when things skew in one's favor, not that momentary bitterness can entirely be avoided. On rare occasions, it is you that stumbles upon them while out and about. Atticus especially for some time, when you were out doing research in his neck of the woods. It's Mela that sees you least, despite her base being literally the easiest to get to. She's definitely had a hard time regulating her jealousy since she's the emotionally upfront type.
It's Giacomo that's the quietest with what he's doing, silently observing the others and trying to strategize in secret. The whole not being good with people is a little bit of a stretch, though not entirely a lie. Besides, he's kept it under ropes that you've let him into your dorm room on a couple different occasions now, and the fact that he's writing a song and has a little less than subtly eluded to the fact that it's absolutely about you.
...And it's Eri that's pushing that Arven boy away the most, not that Ortega hasn't been trying to get him to back off. Actually, they've all had him on their radar at some point. There's no denying that you've been friends with him longer than the rest of them, or that there's some strange little secret between the two of you that rubs them the wrong way. Eri's the only one that's physically able to match him, and she tries to eat lunch with you whenever she can because it really grinds their gears when he sneaks off with you to do Arceus knows with his little sandwich picks and baggies of culinary ingredients that you just so happen to like. He's too obvious. Around the school, long before you came, everyone knew who he was and how impossible it was to approach him. In that sense, they suppose they can understand him, but that doesn't change the fact that they're rivals and currently at a disadvantage when pitted against him.
Actually, it's a little crazy how many people are pining after you. ... {Pt. 2?|| Maybe with the Gym Leaders/Academy faculty/League Staff} {Larry, Grusha... I may not like Geeta toooo too much but I definitely see her having an eye for you... Funny Iono scenarios go brrr}
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nekassvariigs · 1 year
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Doflamingo x reader encounter
(I hate this flashy bastard so much but he lives in my head rent free)
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cw: Sfw so no worries here, hateful flirting, one sided interest, mentions of a certain someone wink wonk.
You noticed a large crowd gathering in the casino you frequented the massive amount of cheering and boatloads of girly screams only told you someone had an easily abusable ego.
"Young master you can't.." you walked right past him, his radiant feather coat was an eye sore on its own not to mention the way he held the women by her wrists licking over her neck, she clearly seemed to enjoy it but was ashamed of it in such a public place.
You couldn't see it but behind his glasses the certain dark figure which passed him crossed his eye in an instant. He whistled as you walked past. "Come join us." you knew the comment was directed at you, each girl that surrounded him seemed to glare daggers in the back of your skull for catching his attention so quickly especially since they've tried their hardest to look the best, their fake eyelashes, the hair extensions, fake tans, everything.
''Piss off." you smiled looking over your shoulder his sinister smile grew upon seeing your pretty face.
''She's got a bad temper." with a low whistle as he imitated being burnt with his hands everyone around you only looked a little bothered by this.
You don't know why you humored this idiot, but the way he was pissing you off with only a sentence was enough for you to give him a middle finger as you walked away from his taunts, your hips swaying with each step.
His heart dropped a beat watching your equally flashy exit, the smile on his face grew, laughter erupted loudly from him. Oh what a thrill.
He wasn't one to get denied so easily especially with all the call girls he had. They surely kept going back for something. So seeing you walk off with such sass only tickled the urge in his head to fuck with you more.
In a near moment he was walking behind you, brushing off every girl from his arms the long coat he wore dropping feathers every now and then.
"Come on, what's with the sour face?'' he smiled catcalling you as his long frame started catching up to you.
''Fuck do you care? Go catch one of your bitches." you chuckled taking out a packet of cigarettes from your pants, striking the lighter that hid inside the box, your lips were bothered with the white filter.
''I'm clearly chasing her, she's not in a good mood now is she." he smirked, the shit eating grin on his face as he leaned himself over you increased, his flashy red glasses eye level with your face, you had to look up at him.
You clearly ignored him with a quick statement. "What are you a giraffe, move your lanky ass." Smoke trailed from your lips as you took a long drag waiting for the cunt to move.
"If you're into those, I am." he smirked rising his glasses up a bit so his eyes showed, only for a brief moment.
With a little interest you chuckled blowing smoke in his face which he clearly didn't like, his face scrunching up from the pricking smoke.
"I don't have time to keep stroking your ego." you moved past him, his hand wrapped around yours quickly.
''Then you'll have the time to stroke something else?'' he chuckled lightly with his famous shit eating grin, his hand guiding yours over his open shirt.
He pressed your hand over his abs slowly trailing it over each muscle, you watched tanned skin slip past your fingers, your red nail polish seemed to clash well with the tone of his skin. You smiled a little at the thought.
His ego grew a little more inflated seeing a positive reaction from you.
"See, you want me." he teased.
"The only thing I'd want is for you to fuck off." you smiled looking right up at him as you pulled your hand away form his chest, his smirk deflating in a pissed scowl which he quickly retracted back to his regular smirk, your eyes no longer were on him, yet you were still staring him right tin the face.
The rush of dopamine that hit his head was like a drug, behind his glasses his eyes carefully examined your face, the quick glance you gave at his lips made him only lean in your face more.
"Wanna kiss me already?'' he chuckled, his breath tickling your face a little.
You took the smoking cigarette away from your lips, holding it between your fingers, you reached to gently slap his face a couple of times. "You wish."
You smiled proudly, the smoke disappearing in his blonde hair he stopped complaining for a bit, the red glass sitting in it's white frames seemed a little transparent, there was a light light blush near the rims that sat on his cheeks.
''I better go before you catch feelings." you stuck the cigarette in his mouth watching him grip it with his lips he pressed your wrist against his mouth lolling his tongue over it.
''I'll see you in a bit then." he smirked watching you pull away with confidence, you turned on your heel disappearing though the door, a familiar presence greeted you, the way he pulled you in with his golden hook, his lips pressing against yours in a rather passionate kiss, the large cigar in his hand that flipped him off through the closing crack in the door only made Doflamingo more eager to try to encounter you more often. He took long drags from your cigarette your lipstick gently staining the very middle of his lips.
His girls were really mad that day occupying him the entire night as they tried to get rid of the stain over his mouth with no success.
Meanwhile you were enjoying an expensive dinner with the man before you, his slicked back hair fell a little over the large scar on his face as he asked you about your encounter with the pompous prick.
''We exchanged a few words, he's pretty cocky,and not in a good way." you wiped your wrist with a wet towel, his cold eyes scanning your actions gave him an idea of what might have happened.
''We'll worry about that later." He puffed his cigar, tiny drops of sand landing on the tablecloth before him.
You offered him your hand seeing that he was eyeing the door in a rather protective manner.
His eyes dropped down to your hand, the cigar lingering between his his teeth, the wait was rather silent for his touch until the moment he cupped your hand in his , thumb stroking over your knuckles you smiled back at him continuing your evening in his undivided attention.
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yoonrambles · 2 months
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Reunion of Two Friends
Eden!Alkaid x Reader.
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Notes: angst, one-sided pining, kinda sappy by the end, someone pls give eden Alkaid a hug pleASE.
Word count: 2.3k !
Thank you, @41lobsters and @crystalroosevelt for beta reading <3 ily guys.
Taglist: @food-lover9000 @godheimm @lovebrushed @xcerizex @nehamerchant123
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The renewed city of Eden bustled with life; new shops met their grand openings, new towers and buildings reached the sky, and the sweet smell of flowers and fresh vegetation wafted in the air. Citizens got up at the crack of dawn, finishing their daily necessities and rushing off to work by the time the sun reached its peak. Just like them all, Alkaid went out to work. After his friend, the painter across the stars, blessed him with a new world – he pledged to never let his people down; to never let her down.
Alkaid took the responsibility to be the architectural engineer of the city. He spent most of his time working around the clock, catering to the town; creating a picture that was vividly similar to the city where he felt at peace – a city he once called home.
Alkaid took initiatives to build parks, gardens, and restaurants around the town. He even designed them with careful consideration, minding the efficiency and the opinions of others. And soon enough, the once abandoned, desolate mirage of a city had turned into a place abound with life–a shelter for the desperate and destitute; a true Eden among the parched sea of sand.
As Alkaid made his way through the crowded streets of Eden, many gentlemen and ladies greeted him politely. He greeted back with his signature gentle smile, sharing brief etiquette before continuing on his own way. Whilst walking down the stone pavement, he couldn't help but recall his previous days when he was feared by all; being the Master of Eden had him sequestering himself into a mansion at the edge of Green Island, where he’d let “guests” in, and no one out. The enigmatic character he had created for himself rendered him intimidating to the other NEOS.
He took a deep breath and looked forward, pushing his thoughts to the back of his head. The past was long gone, there was no need to worry about it. After all, he had the task to lead a new generation of Eden.
Upon reaching Oasis Park Avenue, he recognised a familiar face amidst the crowd. The image of his saviour under the sweet sunlight flooded into his vision; her white cardigan stood out against the black and grey coats of the citizens, and the red frills of her skirt blew softly in the mild wind. she adjusted her black beret on top of her head when she accidentally bumped onto a gentleman next to her. Hastily exchanging apologies, she continued forward, the awkward smile and soft shade of blush still lingering on her face.
“(Name)?” Alkaid called out, catching her attention – she noticed the light crease under Alkaid’s green eyes as he welcomed her, inviting her over with a well-known sincerity. “Is that really you?”
“I didn't expect you to come back…” Alkaid said, stepping towards her.
“I came to check how my old friend was doing.” She replied with a smile, looking up to meet his gaze. “And, of course, treat myself to a cup of his fragrant tea.”
Alkaid chuckled at her words. Despite being apart for so long, the painter girl didn't change one bit. She still had that distinct sense of innocence to her which allured Alkaid in their first meeting – yet, he knew very well she was the bravest person he'd ever been acquainted with.
“That can certainly be arranged,” Alkaid replied. He stopped in his tracks when the little painter held his arm. They used to walk around town holding each other's hands when Eden was under great threat. Alkaid had struck a deal with her; a deal of romance that only lasted for 3 days, just to please his own sanity. So, in spite of his uneasiness, Alkaid welcomed the feeling. “I’ve got a humble abode with a small garden at the entrance. And I designed it myself.”
She let out a small laugh. “Alright. And is it the same design as the house you had before?”
“You'll see for yourself.” Alkaid smiled. “So, shall we be on our way?”
“I'd love to but…” she looked at Alkaid with an eyebrow raised. “Don't you have to go to work or something?”
Ah, yes. His job… Alkaid was so engrossed with the idea of being visited by his beloved that he forgot that he had a job to do.
“Oh… well, that–”
“No, no,” the girl protested. “it's fine. You can go to work. I'll check around the town and see what’s going on. I'll even bring you a few snacks!”
“Thank you, but I do not need the snacks–”
“Consider it a treat!”
Alkaid blushed at the enthusiastic nature of the girl. How could he ever resist and say no to the sweet smile she showed him everytime she proposed something. “Alright, but… will you be alright?”
“I'll be fine,” she said, already excitedly walking down the street without him. “Besides, maybe I'll take my time and visit some art galleries? Are there any museums nearby?”
Alkaid sighed. “Alright, I'll accompany you to an art museum before taking my leave.”
Oh, this energetic girl would be the end of him.
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Alkaid entered the premise of his mansion. Through the gate, into his garden. The fresh smell of roses and lilies welcomed him forward, inviting him into his own little paradise. His day went as usual – work, lunch with colleagues, and more work … nothing out of the ordinary.
He looked up, noticing his mansion glimmering under the warm sunlight of the afternoon. Sunlight glinted on the window panes, and rebounded onto the greenery nearby – from the tall pine trees to the bushes adorned with colourful flowers, and to the vines wrapped around the trellises, leading all the way to the entrance.
Alkaid got inside his abode, went up the stairs, and followed to the end of the hallway and into his room. And with a sigh, he took off his coat, closing the door behind him. He put the coat down on the bed, and allowed himself to fall on the soft mattress.
Oh, to relax on the bed after long a day of work – a satisfaction well-known by everyone. But, Alkaid couldn't stay there for long, he had his garden to attend to, as well as other things. Speaking of other things, where was his expected guest?
He hoped he didn't make her wait for too long. He dreaded the thought of her leaving; of her losing patience and going back to the stars, to her own universe – never to be seen again. She didn't forget about him ... did she?
“No, that,” Alkaid mumbled, mustering up his remaining strength to sit up on the bed. “That's not right. She would never forget about me,” Alkaid continued, running a hand through the blond locks of his hair. His words were left unanswered. And under the solemn light of the twilight, he felt even more isolated. “...right?”
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And the evening proceeded leisurely. Alkaid tended to his garden, pruning the rose bushes to its perfect shape. He was meticulous with his moves; snipping the excess branches with utmost care. He did not mind the water droplets that hit his shirt, dampening its soft material. His mind was busy with other thoughts: especially thoughts about her. She hadn't returned yet, despite it being dark outside. Was she safe? She didn't get into trouble, did she? Alkaid hoped she was safe. He wished he could've been there with her – protecting her from the disasters of the world, just like what she had done for him.
Then a new thought bloomed as he moved around, towards the flower bed near the entrance: why did he expect her to come back? Did he still harbour the feelings he once had for her? No, that must be untrue, for the Prefect Luminary had taken away his emotions – used it as a bargaining chip, and he also took away the Master of Eden’s powers, eradicating the old Eden.
As Alkaid was about to move onto another batch of flowers, someone entered through the gate. It was her; hastily closing the gate before rushing towards the man. A bouquet in her hand.
“Sorry, I'm late, Alkaid!” She exclaimed, running over to him.
“It's alright,” Alkaid said, chuckling at her naivety. “Welcome to my garden.”
“Goodness, Alkaid, you wouldn't believe how many people I had to ask for your location,” she rambled on, without a rest to catch her breath. “I thought that-”
“Hold on. Didn't I tell you my address before leaving you at the museum?”
The painter girl fell silent after listening that. “I might've forgotten…”
Alkaid chuckled once again, shaking his head as he walked up the stairs, reaching the plateau. “Please, come inside and make yourself comfortable, (Name). I'll brew you a cup of tea.”
The girl followed him inside. Marvelling at the designs. The interior was the same as she had seen last time; the decorations, the flower embellished foyer, and the ever-so-familiar scent of flowers that reminded her of the past.
“It's the same as before…” she commented.
Alkaid smiled, acknowledging her comment, leading her towards the living room. The girl went in, and looked around the place a bit – what came to view first was the flowers decorating the furniture and sweet aroma that came with it. She took a seat on the couch. If she hadn't known better, she definitely would have commented how Alkaid’s mansion literally had the fragrance of a flower shop.
After a while, Alkaid brought her a cup of freshly brewed chamomile tea. It’s sweet aroma filled the air, and she enjoyed the tea wholeheartedly. Alkaid was surprised as she didn't hesitate this time, knowing the past ordeals they had shared, but he didn't bother saying them aloud. Instead, he only smiled and accompanied her.
His eyes then began to trail down to the bouquet she had brought with her. A quaint bouquet with freshly cut roses – white ones, to be precise. The ones he'd loved so ardently; symbolising purity and innocence – just a reminder of the person he was deep down. Along with the roses remained small forget-me-nots, standing out in the white palette of roses, painting the bouquet in small strokes of blue.
The painter girl noticed Alkaid staring at the bouquet. She put down the cup of tea on the teatable. “Oh, yeah– this is for you,” she said, handing the bouquet to Alkaid.
Alkaid took it, observing the flowers for a moment before smilling, uttering a small thank you.
If he remembered correctly, the forget-me-nots symbolise love and respect – reminding himself that the girl would never forget him; he would never get lost among her endless memories. Even though she had to travel across many worlds, make many voyages across the universe – she wouldn't dare forget him; it was an oath of remembrance.
“Thank you, (Name),” Alkaid said, smilling at the girl. “It looks amazing.”
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After enjoying their evening tea, Alkaid proposed that they should stargaze together. And in spite of their differences, all the prototypes of Alkaid had their own fascination or connection with the stars. And the painter girl found that endearing, so she didn't refuse. Soon, they found themselves on the rooftop, looking at the stars, beyond their own little haven; over the Eden they shared.
“(Name)...” Alkaid began, “I wish you didn't need to leave.”
“Me too…” she replied, staring up at the sky dotted with stars. “I wouldn't dare leave my friend alone like this.”
Ah, yes… a friend. That's how she viewed him. Alkaid didn't mind though, she might have had other people who were interested in her, and she also reciprocated the feeling – it didn't bother him at all. Yet, why did his chest feel tight at the mere thought of another man holding her hand for eternity?
“Well, it is quite uneventful without you around,” Alkaid muttered under his breath, praying that his words never reached her ears. He didn't wish to be a bother; to be the reason for a strain in her relationship with whomever she was in love with.
“Really?” She turned to Alkaid. “I'll try to visit often, then. Just, not too often… or else, there’ll be consequences, I'm sure you understand.”
Yes, she didn't visit often and had to be cautious when travelling – it's to avoid the gaze of the Eternal Empire, lest they should try something heinous upon her as well.
“Yes, I understand,” Alkaid said, soothing himself. “But there's one thing I don't quite understand…”
“What is it?” she asked.
“... Nevermind.” Alkaid replied. His feelings for her could never be described with words. His fascination for her was something otherworldly. He would defy fate and go against the stars just to please her – and he was willing to take an oath to stay loyal to her, forever and ever.
But, he didn't want her to regret her decision. She was born a traveller, blessed with the power to cross the stars. Alkaid couldn't keep her with himself in his mansion no matter how hard he tried. So, he preferred to keep quiet.
“Let us enjoy this moment then.” she said, looking up at the sky again.
Alkaid looked at her hand. He didn't know why he thought of holding it suddenly – to interlace his fingers with hers and let the warmth of her palm flow into his. He inched his hand forwards, almost brushing his fingertips against hers. And yet, his fears held him back. He retracted his hand faster than he anticipated.
“Thank you for visiting me, (Name).” Alkaid mumbled. “I'm pleased to have you as my guest.”
And thus, they remained under the serene sky, watching the stars – thinking of a world where they could reside in peace without the barrier that was holding them apart.
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six-phantom · 1 year
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Why would you ever kiss me?
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~Vash the Stampede x reader~
"I wish I was Heather"
Oh, how much you love him. He didn’t know how you heart beat just at the mere sight of him. How much you love when that blue eyes look at you in the most soft and caring way. How his smile bright your entire day. How his body feels so warm when yours was so cold. You love the sound of his laugh. How much you love his kind heart. Oh, how much you desire to be the one he call “love”.
You was head over heels for Vash, you didn’t notice when this happen, but you were not complaining. Loving him was so easy. So warm. Like being exposed to the light of the sun when you were completely frozen in one place. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to call him “yours” and that he call you “his”. But you simply can’t. Vash already have so many issues in his life. You didn’t want to disturb him with your feelings. To make thigs awkward between both of you if he didn’t feel the same. To lose him because you can’t control that stupid heart of yours. So, you decide for him and for you…Being by his side was enough for you to be happy.
So then, why?
Why?
Why were you so sad? Why were you so jealous? Why you just can’t look to another place when you see the way Vash looks at Meryl, like she was the person who paint the stars in the sky? Why can’t be you?
Before, was only Vash and you, running away together. He found you, and for whatever reason you decide to stick with him. The best decision you made in your entire life… Until they found you. That drunk old man, that priest, and that…Incredible girl who stole Vash from you. You really can’t hate her. She was so caring and kind, she was kind enough even with the priest!... She was also so beautiful, that dark short hair of hers, that little figure of hers making her looks so adorable, that dark blue eyes. She even looks better in that red jacket. You remember the time he would give it to you. In one of that many nights you both spend together, when you were denying being cold, but he patiently insists that you used it.
When you catch how Vash was feeling about her, how his eyes were always looking for her, how when the five of you make it alive from a battle, she was the first person he was looking for, its hurts you…It burns your soul, it breaks your heart into pieces, it makes you sick just the mere sight of them together. How cruel he was, asking you for a way to express his feeling to her, to another woman. A woman that it wasn’t you. And what did you do? You help him. Why? Well, you said it was enough to be by his side, right? You wanted to see him happy. You wanted that his smile would always be honest. You desire the best in the world for Vash.
And when they got together? You cry. You cry tears you didn’t think you have. You were so selfish. This is what you wanted, don’t you? Just look at him. Look how his eyes are shinning, how his smile is bigger than before. You knew Meryl would take good care of him. She was what he needs.
So, you decide to let him go.
When the priest said that he was going to another direction, you insist in follow him. He didn’t want you to come along at first, but the way you desperately whisper to him “Please…”, make him understand your desire to be away from this place. So, he takes you with him. And Vash didn’t want that. Why would you want to go with him? You were not happy with them? He didn’t want to let you go. You were his first truly friend, you spend at least two years together fighting side by side. He thought you would be always with him. He wanted to ask you to stay with them…With him. But the words where cut in his throat, as he watch you leave with Wolfwood.
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himeryu · 2 years
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Away (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)
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CH NOTES: established relationship, childhood friends, implied one-sided love/ unrequited love, oneshot, angst, open ending.
PAIRING: Ayato x Gunnhildr!Reader (gender neutral)
SUMMARY: Ayato waits for you to come back to him. 
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Ayato stays locked up in his office as he completes his work. His mind is unable to focus as the thoughts of the season plague his mind. Summer has arrived in Inazuma. He used to look forward to summer. Playing under the hot summer sun while drinking cool boba with his family by his side. It was during this season he felt free from the burden of his clan.
But now he eagerly waits for a certain someone to arrive in Mondstadt– you. 
He smiles alone in his office as he recalls the summer days he spent with you. You are older than Ayato; more mature than him, yet more playful than him. He concludes it was because of the difference in your upbringing. You grew up in the land of free, Mondstadt, and he grew up in the land of eternity, Inazuma. 
You were different than him, yet so similar. If Kamisato Ayato had to describe your entire personality in one word, it would be free. It was Cliche since you hail from Mondstadt and are an anemo vision user, after all. But no other word could perfectly describe your personality. 
He recalls your first meeting, how his eyes widened in confusion as you greet him in Mondstadt etiquette. 
He continues to bask in memories of you– engraving you into his heart, memorizing your habits and hobbies. Afraid that one day he might forget everything about you. His heart aches at the thought. He can’t forget you, he told himself– you were there for him at his toughest. 
But did you forget about him? 
He bites his lower lip.
It has been five years since you last visited Inazuma; four years since your last letter to him; three years since Inazuma closed its borders; and one year since Inazuma opened its borders to foreign visitors again. Yet where are you? Ayato sighs to himself, rubbing his nose bridge as his thoughts once again get plagued by you– the Mondstadt noble who barged into his life unannounced and left unannounced. 
five years ago, in the year he just turned 18, you didn’t come. All that arrived from Mondstadt was his now retainer and a letter from you. He sighs as he opens his drawer, unveiling the very letter he received from you all those years ago. 
Ayato grabs it, scanning the paper. It has been five years since this letter found its way to his doorstep, yet the letter is still in great shape because of his care. He unfolds the letter, rereading the contents for the umpteenth time. 
To Kamisato Ayato,
Happy birthday, you have finally turned 18! I was getting tired of being the only adult between the 3 of us. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to visit Inazuma this summer. As much as I wanted to see you and have your first drink of Mondstadt’s famous dandelion wine, problems occurred. 
You might’ve heard of it— I mean, of course, you would! Though, let me retell it to you. Master Crepus, someone very dear to me, passed away, and his son, Diluc Ragnvindr ran away. Because of that, politics in Mondstadt has been pretty hectic. I had to assist my sister with Ordo Favonius's affairs— even though I’m not a knight! 
Also, I recently heard an acquaintance of mine would visit Inazuma to find his long-lost father or something— I forgot! But anyway, his name is Thoma. So if you ever come across a blonde-haired man with green eyes, take good care of him for me, alright?
Anyways, I promise I will make it up to you next summer! I’ll even bring extra dandelion wine from the vault of Dawn Winery for us to drink together!! So, let’s see again next summer, Ayato. :D 
— [Name] Gunnhildr. 
Ayato smiles to himself– the contents of your letter never get old. Yet he still can’t help but think how time traveled so fast. He is no longer 18 years old, he has drunk Mondstadt’s famous Dandelion Wine, and Thoma, your acquaintance, is now one of the people he trusts the most. But the only thing that didn’t change, was you not coming back next summer. 
He puts down the paper with a painful expression. How can he ever forget about you? when he can’t seem to remove the very existence that reminds him of you? 
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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months
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Me writing a hanayama x Baki’s girlfriend fic because it has enticed me more despite the results of my poll
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queer-and-nd-coded · 1 year
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can anyone relate?
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greekdaydreamer · 4 months
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Also their vibes in my story (chapter 10 and after) :
Rhaenyra: existing
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Aemond: "Sorry - mummy? Sorry-"
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Rhaenyra, disturbed: "What?"
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Aemond, panicking: "Fuck, did I say that out loud?"
Rhaenyra: "Umm... yeah? Eww, by the way."
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eldritchenoch · 7 months
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woa,,, lesbians
these r like my only wlw that wouldn’t be a little toxic… something wrong with me in my brain that makes me like evil women and its called Being Right Disorder
if anyone has some ideas about what their dynamic would be like lmk. choose ur own adventure but fruity.
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I will always be yours but I shall not ask you to be mine. Just let me love you until I ran out of love. Just until then. After that, I'll go.
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clemberryfriends · 1 year
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Do y’all know any good Ellie x reader x abby where is like a love triangle BUT Ellie and Reader have like this unspoken love between them and Ellie is like very protective of her n would do anything for her and reader is Ellie’s light and reader would do anything for Ellie so like vice versa and Abby takes a real liking towards reader and tries in ways to get back on her good side and makes very obvious moves towards her but it’s all one sided since yk reader and Ellie are practically made for each other and Ellie’s on guard around her ofc since the whole Joel thing
(bonus reader is like Joel’s daughter/step daughter for our poc peeps like myself)
(also hyper feminine or just really feminine/girly but also knows how to hold her own and is a really good shoot)
If y’all wanna use this as a prompt for anything feel free to use this just tag me I would love to read it :3
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thirstnotes · 1 year
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Jealousy
Pairings: Steve x Black Reader, One-Sided Bucky x Black Reader
Warnings: Smut (minors, DNI), vouyerism, jealousy, masturbation, fantasizing, Bucky Thirst, possibly darkish Bucky? I dunno, you decide
If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
I don’t write very much on here, mostly read, but since this talented ass writer (don’t wanna name any names but @ramp-it-up knows who she is) decided to hook me up and answer my ask in quite possibly one of the best ways possible, I felt the need to return the favor as best I could. Hope y’all enjoy it💖
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"Mmm,” Y/N gasped, her head tossed back as her body tensed for an amazing climax, “I’m gonna….fuuuck!”
“Good girl,” Steve coaxed, his guttural groans vibrating through his tone. She certainly was a good girl. A good girl that absolutely took every inch of his cum. Bucky refused to believe anything otherwise. The heavy squeak of them going at it held his full attention, the soft groans of his Y/N as she pressed her face against the pillows in an effort to hush the pleased sounds from what she was getting from behind. It was cute that she thought it would. Positively sinful, the effect it had on him.
The raunchy slosh of his lubed hand roughly jerking his dick caught his attention again and he positively loved the mess he was making of lube and precum against strange sheets. He imagined her lapping at his dick as Steve rode her, her moist mouth needily desperately for something to suck. His dick pushing slowly into the warmth of her soft lips. The scrape of her teeth as he glided a generous length of his dick against the friction of her tongue…yummy..
His vibranium hand played with his balls, firmly stroking them and squeezing them to the point of making himself groan a bit. He wanted her to squeeze them. Let Steve watch as she sucked on them. Make him cum on her face from her rough treatment of them. Make Steve cum on her back from the sheer erotic sight of it all. Cover her in their cum.
Steve groaned softly as he usually did when she rode him, helpless and soft. Submissive and chill. It made him desperately want to be the dominant one in the room, commanding Y/N to get on her knees and take her boyfriend into her mouth while he fucked her pussy until it was aching from being slammed with orgasms.
His hand sloshed sloppily as a long string of swears slipped out in hungry hisses. “Mmhhhhyes babygirl. Take every inch of that cock. Fuck me good……you’re so fuckin good....Mmmm…” He was practically sobbing, it felt so good. They were filthy, that pair. They always did this to him. Every hotel room. Every fuckin stop. Pretending they didn’t want him to hear their raunchy groans. But they did. They knew he was stroking his dick. He liked to think they did anyway.
He liked to imagine Steve’s curious, jealous leering as Y/N wrapped her hands around his dick. To see him watch his girlfriend lick the tip of another man’s dick and pump his shaft to the very sight of it. Let him play with and taste her wet pussy while she writhed beneath his fingers-to dip his fingers into her. Make her taste herself while his best friend watched him dominate his girlfriend. Have her groaning in exhausted ecstasy, covered in fingerprints and his cum-
“Sssshit.....” he shuddered in a satisfied hiss, cum jerking from his dick and hitting his chest, face and pillow. His ragged breaths caught up with him as he stared at the ceiling, listening to them both come in the room next to him. Then it was mostly quiet. Save for the ringing in his ears from a positively powerful orgasm. He groaned a little and swallowed, shifting himself into a better position to slip into a good sleep for the night, listening to the low sound of their incoherent voices. He was a beautiful mess, covered in his own sick needy desperation for a woman he didn’t have. Would probably never have.
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