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chahnniesroom · 5 months

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in sickness and in health

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader

summary: you're the most important thing in seungmin's life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you. it means that taking care of you when you're not feeling well comes naturally.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: a little bit of angst, sickness (fever, feeling nauseous, etc.)

a/n: partially inspired by me being ill at work and my amazing coworkers taking care of me and making sure i didn't faint lol.

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Seungmin loves being an idol.

He loves to sing and performing in front of Stays always thrills him. He loves the other members and really, everyone else that he gets a chance to work with. At times it can be stressful, but for the most part, it’s fairly easy to manage the downsides of being famous.

But when he started dating you, he found out that there are parts of being an idol that he hates.

He always thought that he'd be different from a lot of idols and wouldn't be afraid to show his partner off. The second he met you though, he knew he'd do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. You understand, of course, and do your part to make sure that only your closest friends and family are aware of who you're dating.

It pains Seungmin to do this, but he knows nothing good can come out of your identity being known.

The two of you are more than careful, sometimes Seungmin feels silly with how cautious he is about meeting up with you. Yet somehow his heart always feels like it will beat out of his chest whenever he sees articles that speculate about idol relationships.

You do your best to stop him from stressing, but it’s something that Seungmin can't quite shake. You're the most important thing in his life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you.

—

The first time his phone rings during a livestream with the whole group, Seungmin brushes it off. The caller ID says it's an unknown number and everyone he knows has been receiving a lot of spam calls and texts lately.

He swipes away the notification and tries to focus on just reading comments when the same number calls back, a couple minutes later. He ignores it again, but on the third call, he nudges Chan’s knee beside him and subtly tilts his phone screen so that Chan can see. His phone is on silent so nobody watching the live should be able to tell that he's getting the calls, but the timing feels too coincidental for him not to be suspicious.

"They keep calling," he says under his breath.

"We'll get someone to look into the number later, just keep ignoring it," Chan advises quietly.

Seungmin takes a quick screenshot of the number, then tries to get back into the conversation to distract himself. The next time he looks down at his phone again, someone is once again calling him.

Seungmin almost reflexively rejects the call, until he realises it's your nickname flashing up on his screen.

You generally don’t call Seungmin without warning, especially not during the day when there’s a higher chance that Seungmin won’t be able to readily answer.

[sent - 3:12 pm]

sorry baby, working right now, can it wait?

His stomach drops when you just call again in response. He doesn’t want to alarm any of the members or the fans when he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he has a bad feeling about this. He once again flashes his phone to Chan briefly and leans in close.

“I want to take this, I don’t know why she’s calling, but something doesn’t seem right.”

Chan bites his lip, obviously torn for a second, before he seems to make up his mind.

“We’ve been live for almost 20 minutes, give me one second and we’ll end it so that you can talk to her, yeah?” Chan puts a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and squeezes it tightly for a moment before clapping his hands together, effectively ending the conversation that the rest of the members were having.

Seungmin makes himself smile as they all say goodbye, but it's obvious that it's forced.

Even though the live ended as quickly as possible, Seungmin still has 2 new missed calls by the time he’s found himself an empty room to use.

"Hello?"

"Uhm hello, is this Min?" a man asks hesitantly. His voice is unfamiliar and it scares Seungmin. The only thing that brings a little bit of comfort is knowing that you’re careful to never call Seungmin by his full name when talking about him with friends or coworkers, you even have his contact information set as a nickname.

"Who is this?" he asks instead. “Where’s Y/n?”

"My name is Hyunwoo, I work with Y/n-ssi. I’m very sorry for interrupting you, but Y/n-ssi said that you were one of her emergency contacts. We tried to call with another number previously, but weren’t able to reach you."

“Sorry, I generally do not answer calls from unknown numbers. Is Y/n okay?” Seungmin swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Can I- can I please speak to her?”

“She’s just not feeling well and needs to go home. She’s resting in another room, but I can get her, one moment please.”

There’s a bit of background noise, the sound of footsteps, murmuring, then finally, your voice.

“Minnie?” you ask, sounding groggy. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I know you were working today.”

“Hey baby, it’s okay. You don't have to worry about me. You know that you’re more important than work to me right? I’m glad you got them to call me. How are you doing?”

“I'm tired. I'm okay, just, I was feeling light-headed and have a headache so I can't work. Hyunwoo said he thinks I have a fever.”

“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and bring you home then. Just continue resting until I get there. I'll see you soon.”

Seungmin doesn’t know what he’d do without the other members. As soon as he finishes explaining the situation to them, they’re already calling a car and working out schedules so that there aren’t any problems.

—

Hyunwoo eyes Seungmin carefully when they first meet, likely due to the face mask and hat he's wearing. When Seungmin removes the mask and shakes Hyunwoo’s hand, he's relieved when he doesn't appear to recognise him. It's not exactly a surprise, men are generally less likely to follow k-pop groups and Seungmin hardly looks like an idol when he's barefaced and in the jeans and t-shirt that he wore for the live.

“Thank you for calling me, Hyunwoo-ssi,” Seungmin says. “Sorry I didn’t pick up at first.”

“It’s okay, Min-ssi. Y/n-ssi mentioned that your work might make you difficult to contact.” Seungmin appreciates that Hyunwoo doesn’t make any attempt to pry further.

“And thank you for taking care of Y/n.”

“It’s not a problem. Y/n-ssi is a pleasure to work with and we all want her to get better as quickly as possible. Come with me, I’ll bring you to her.”

You’re lying in a small meeting room that has all the lights off and blinds drawn. The table and chairs have all been shifted to the side to fit a yoga mat that has been laid out. You squint up at Seungmin from under a mis-match of jackets with your head resting on a pillow that matches the couches that were in the reception area of your office.

“Minnie?” Your voice is soft and a little bit confused.

“Yes, it’s me, Y/n. How’re you feeling?”

Seungmin rushes to your side, crouching on the carpet so that he can cup your cheek. Your skin is flushed and hot to the touch. You reach out a hand and he clasps it tightly with his free hand.

“Mm, I wanna go home.”

“Let’s go home then.”

The company car is still parked outside of your office building, close enough that you insist on walking yourself. Seungmin tries not to hover, but he makes sure to keep his arm looped around your waist so that you don’t stumble. The drive back to your place is fairly short, but when Seungmin glances over you’re looking unwell. Maybe it’s just the dim lighting from the backseat, but you look paler than usual and your eyes are closed.

“You feeling okay?” Seungmin asks, squeezing your hand.

“A bit nauseous,” you murmur.

“We’re almost there, just take a few deep breaths through your nose for me.”

Even though it's only a few minutes before they pull onto the street that you live on, it feels like forever. Seungmmin tries to keep you preoccupied by rubbing circles into your palm. Instead of trying to help you out of the car and into your apartment, Seungmin thanks the company driver and opts to just carry you all the way in.

He helps to change you out of your work clothes and tucks you into your bed. You link your fingers together and protest when Seungmin attempts to leave your side.

“I promise I'll be back in a second, I just want to get some things to help you feel better, okay?” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You agree, but reluctantly.

Seungmin tries to stay quiet as he rummages around your apartment, gathering some medicine, a thermometer, a glass of water, and some crackers. Next he dampens a face cloth and brings everything to your bedside table, folding up the cloth and laying it across your forehead.

He supports you in sitting up slightly to take your temperature, brushing his fingers through your hair as you wait for enough time to pass. You lean into his touch slightly, humming in pleasure when Seungmin switches to giving you a light head massage. When the thermometer beeps, it confirms what Hyunwoo suspected, you have a low grade fever.

“You have a bit of a fever,” Seungmin tells you, keeping his voice low. “Do you feel up to having some water and medicine? It'll help you feel better, I think.”

“Okay,” you say, taking the pills that Seungmin hands you and swallowing them with a bit of water.

“Do you want to rest some more now? I want you to stay hydrated so I can make broth for you or get juice.”

“Do you have another schedule? You don't have to stay and take care of me.”

“I don't have to, I want to. And what did I say earlier? Don't worry about me. I'm not missing anything important.”

“So you are missing something,” you insist, your stubbornness making itself known. Seungmin can't help but find it endearing, especially the way that your bottom lip juts out to form a pout.

“Just vocal lessons. I already know how to sing, so it’s fine. Innie had his scheduled for tomorrow, the two of us are going to swap.”

“Oh,” you say, apparently satisfied by that.

“See, nothing to worry about. Now, what did you want? Broth or juice?”

“Broth,” you decide. “But that means you'll have to leave again. I don't want to be alone.”

Seungmin hesitates for a moment before reaching for something resting on the side of your bed.

“You won't be alone, Daengmo will keep you company, okay?”

Seungmin had gifted the stuffed dog to you the first time he had gone abroad after the two of you had started dating, even though it was only to Japan. You had insisted that he keep it at first, knowing how fond he was of the toy, but he had convinced you that it would prevent you from missing him whenever he was away.

“M'kay,” you say sleepily, wrapping your arms around Daengmo.

“You can close your eyes while I'm gone and I'll be back before you know it.”

“I'm not tired,” you say, although even in the dim lighting Seungmin can see that your eyes are starting to droop. “I'm going to stay awake until you come back.”

“Whatever you say,” Seungmin replies.

He leaves your room, closing the door behind him quietly, and heads towards the kitchen.

Seungmin prepares a couple of pots to make you soup. The first he prepares with some ingredients to make a simpler version of a ginseng chicken soup. He knows it'll take a while to cook though, so he adds water, powdered chicken broth, and ginger to the second. Within a few minutes, the clear broth is ready to serve.

Seungmin scoops a portion of it into a mug and slips an ice cube in so that you won't burn your mouth trying to drink it. He makes his way back to your room as quickly as he can, but careful to avoid the liquid sloshing over the sides.

When he eases the door open, he's greeted with the side of you with your eyes closed, clutching Daengmo tightly. Your breaths are deep and even, although you stir slightly when he sets the mug down on your nightstand.

“I'm here now," he reassures you quietly. “You just keep resting.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say in a small voice.

“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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revasserium · 9 months

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH OMI OMI PLSSSSSS I LOVE YOU

@swaggerpear replied to your post “at first sight ft. kageyama, daichi, sugawara,...”:

BOKUTOOO PLEASEEE

at first sight, pt 2

ft. sakusa, bokuto, iwaizumi, oikawa

sakusa.

the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one. he breathes easier, the air sitting better, sitting sweeter in his lungs — the persistent itch beneath his skin fades to a dull buzz, and when you turn your eyes onto him amidst the flash of cameras and the clamor of reporters, the whole world goes silent. when was the last time that’s happened for him? he can’t remember. you smile, and world is beautiful, irresistible white noise. he smiles back. later, when he manages to find you in the swell of people clamoring to interview him, he asks if you’re new to this — he hasn’t seen you on the press circuit before, and you tell him that you are. that once, you’d dreamed of taking pictures of beautiful things; he cocks his head and smirks, his mask for once pulled down to his chin — the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, “so you must be glad you found me, then.” he doesn’t have time to feel mortified because then, you’re laughing, the sound trickling over his skin like rose water, like piano music, and he shivers beneath it’s touch. you nod, blushing, the color so darling against your cheeks he want to lean in and kiss you. he does do that — but not till much later, and when he does, he finds you smiling. he finds that he likes the taste of your smile, too. and that of all the things he’d thought about kissing before now — of how unsanitary it might be, of how awkward, he finds that he really doesn’t mind because, well… it’s you.

bokuto.

the first time he sees you, he know you’re the one. he knows with the certainty of a rising sun. he knows like the receding tide, like the changing of seasons — he knows with the self-assuredness of weathermen forecasting the coming of monsoon season, just along the coast, where the beaches are wide and the sands are hot. he knows, he knows, he knows. he chases down the entire length of corridor at the sports clinic, trips over his own feet, faceplants before picking himself up, asks for your name, your number, what you’re specializing in, feels his stomach leap out of his mouth when you tell him that it’s sports medicine, can’t help but notice the way you’re blushing, the pink kissing across the tops of your cheeks the way he wishes he could. and he does — about a week and a half later, cupping your face in his rough-hewn hands, all thick skin and calluses from spike-practice, but you trace them over with your soft fingers later and tell him that you love them — love the way they feel against your skin, love the stories they tell, the strength they hold, the hours and hours of determination they are a mark of. three weeks in, he tells akaashi he thinks he’s going to marry you. three months in, he pops the question. you’re laughing and crying, both, when you say yes. later, he’d proudly brag to all his teammates that he’d caught an angel in the palms of his hands, brag that it took less than a second for him to literally fall for you, because hey, it must’ve hurt for you to fall from heaven, so he should have to hurt a little too.

iwaizumi.

the first time he sees you, he’s sure he’s misunderstood — surely the universe could not have been conspiring the way it did, surely manifest destiny would not play out the way he thought, the statistics line up the numbers just so. surely — it can’t be this perfect. but it can — so he learns, when he bumps into you again, in another country no less, so far from the confines of a japanese seven-eleven, all the way across the world in argentina, where he’s supposed to be meeting up with oikawa but the jerk is late and now he’s here, his eyes caught in yours in this coffee shop not three blocks away from the olympic training stadium. you both try to ask for each others names, and then, you both fall into awkward, knowing laughter. because if it’s not destiny, he doesn’t know what it is. if it’s not fate, then you don’t know what to call it — what are the chances of two people running into each other time and time again, halfway around the entire world? he asks you out for dinner, and you don’t say no. oikawa teases him mercilessly about it later, but he doesn’t care. he never fancied himself someone to be lovesick, but when oikawa floats out the term, he doesn’t negate him. it’s a slow-going thing, but iwaizumi finds that he doesn’t mind — he likes taking his time with you, knows implicitly that he has all the time in the world — because if you’d found each other across the entire world, then what’s there to be afraid of? what more is there to worry about? you have all the time in the world — after all, isn’t that what it means to be meant to each other?

oikawa.

the first time he sees you, he does double take, and then a triple take. and later, he’d do anything to claim that it was you who chased after him, but those closest to him all know the truth — that he’d run down four flights of stairs and searched through the entire olympic arena to find you, mulling over musubi of all things — him, breathless and panting, and really, really wondering what the hell he as doing. he’s got a game later, but — well, he couldn’t really help himself. call him a skirt chaser, call him a womanizer, call him the playboy to end all playboys, but oikawa tooru has always known what he wanted. and he knew, in the blink of an eye, that he wanted you. so he’d chased after you, he’d found you, he’d turned up his charm and ramped up his smolder and you… well, you’d shaken your head and brushed him off. it’d stung, of course it had. he’d been inconsolable for weeks, but after he found out that you’re related to the famous sportscaster, he finds himself rejuvenated. he tells your dad that he’s in love with you before he ever asks you out on a date. years later, long after he’d managed to convince you out for one date, which turned into two, and then five, and then ten, and then… who’s keeping count any more, right? he stands across from you with your hands in his and tears in his eyes, he tells you — he says, y’know… the first time i saw you, in that crowd, i knew you were the one for me.

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scribbling-dragon · 7 months

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nighttime hauntings

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heyy! happy halloween! as a gift have my personal little silly thing that i had a bunch of fun writing, don't question the worldbuilding too much! (you want to reblog this soooo bad and leave me nice little comments in the tags, soo bad <3)

The tarmac is cool beneath his feet – well, paws? They're paws right now, but they're feet a majority of the time. And ‘feet’ refers to anything you stand on, probably, so till feet…just paw-shaped right now – as he waits patiently. Maybe a little impatiently, hopping from one foot to the other, claws clacking against the cool ground.

The bell jingles and he jerks his head up. He almost smiles, before remembering that such an expression is truly horrifying when he’s like this – Scott had made sure to tell him as such when Jimmy last did it to him, and the siren usually prefers to coat his words in much more honey. The insult wasn’t even thinly veiled, it was just an insult.

His tail begins wagging, almost on its own, as the person he was waiting for steps out onto the darkened street.

He lets out a small bark as greeting, watching as his friend looks up, before smiling at him as well. He stops to check the road before bounding across, skidding to a stop at Tango’s feet. The barista is still smiling, that oddly restrained smile that only just shows a peek of his teeth.

“Hey, buddy,” Tango crouches down, reaching out a hand to stroke along the top of Jimmy’s head. “I’ve only got a few things for you today, but I'm sure it’s more than enough.”

Jimmy can’t respond to him right now, but he hopes the wagging of his tail is enough to communicate that even the smallest of scraps are always enough for him; as long as Tango is the one bearing those scraps, he’ll happily take whatever is given to him.

He takes the piece of food – some kind of croissant? He’s not sure what exactly it is, but it’s tasty, even after sitting on a shelf for most of the day – carefully between his teeth, making sure not to accidentally nip Tango. He’d never forgive himself if he did that, even went so far as to refuse taking food from Tango’s hand for the first few months of their little arrangement.

Tango smiles down at him as he finishes chewing, before standing up straight. The small box the scraps came in is neatly folded into a cardboard square and disposed of in the nearest bin they pass by.

Tango walks quite briskly, as though he has somewhere to be. He doesn’t, Jimmy knows. Not in a weird way! Or a creepy one! He just never leaves the house after Jimmy walks him home, choosing to stay inside. He doesn’t think Tango has very many friends, otherwise he wouldn’t be choosing to take the closing shift at a café that operates on disgustingly early and late hours. He would probably also be leaving his house between shifts.

Again, not in a creepy way! Jimmy is just slightly worried about Tango…they may have only had a few conversations in passing when Jimmy has chosen to visit the café as a human-shaped patron, but he likes to think he has a pretty good feel for the man next to him.

Tango’s hand rests on his head as they wait to cross the road, the flickering orange lamp only briefly illuminating the zebra crossing. Jimmy sits dutifully at his side, scanning the darker corners that Tango wouldn’t be able to see into with his subpar night vision.

Only when Tango lifts his hand from Jimmy’s head does he begin to move again, trotting at his heels.

It’s only a short walk to Tango’s apartment building, but it’s a rather dark one. Tango chooses to take more risks than he really should, crossing through darkened alleyways with little fear. The absolute lack of self-preservation has Jimmy’s heart going a mile a minute, jumping in his chest at every flickering shadow or small sound.

He growls at a rat that startled him, an entirely embarrassing encounter that has Tango cooing over him and stroking his ears; he feels hot under his fur, mortification sliding heavy down his spine as he resists the urge to hide his face. He’s only lucky he can’t blush like this, or any blush he would have is hidden beneath a thick layer of fur.

And, as always, the moment of parting arrives with the looming of Tango’s building.

He can’t help the way he slows his steps as they approach, mourning the end of their small journey for the evening. It would be far more convenient to start an actual conversation with Tango, either inside of his workplace or outside of it, the way his brothers have been telling him to. But he’s far more comfortable with everything as it is right now, and these small walks don't give him the opportunity to ruin everything with a blurted sentence that should have stayed internal.

A hand lands on his head, its weight comforting and familiar.

“See you soon,” Tango gives him that same odd smile, lips barely pulling back from his teeth. “Stay safe, alright? I’d be sad if my little buddy stopped showing up to greet me.”

Jimmy would equally be upset if he was no longer able to accompany Tango on his walks home. The city is dangerous at night, especially with all the creatures living within a small radius of each other. Jimmy can name three different vampires that live within a mile of Tango’s home. And those are only the ones he knows. Goodness knows what would happen if Tango chose to walk home on his own down those dark and disgusting alleyways.

Jimmy makes a small noise, ears drooping slightly as he presses his head forward for a final goodbye. The smell of coffee and sugar invades his senses briefly before he’s pulling away again, watching Tango let himself into his building.

Only when he sees the door click shut behind Tango and automatically lock does he turn to leave, trotting down a different alleyway in order to return to his own home for the evening.

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Tango’s not entirely sure when the semi-regular routine began. Only that the habit is well-worn at this point, meaning it’s been at least two months. It takes two months to form a habit, apparently, though some people do it quicker than that. He, however, is a creature of habit and takes a while to adjust his routine.

Which is why it comes as a surprise to him when he finds that he’s already packed away several scraps, and bits of food that would go to waste at the end of the day otherwise, into a takeaway container, ready to give to his nightly companion.

He locks everything up inside first. He’s not going to rush out the door and become an incompetent employee just to go and see his furry friend quicker. Even if said furry friend is incredibly cute and really quite endearing, especially when he does the impatient little tippy-taps with his paws as he waits outside.

A normal person wouldn’t be able to pick up on such a tiny sound, but Tango strains his ears as he does one final sweep of the café, listening for the almost inaudible sound of claws clacking against the tarmac.

He smiles a little when he hears it, making his way towards the door, container tucked carefully beneath his arm. The keys jangle as he takes them out to lock the door, turning around in the small porch and locking the doorway.

He gives the handle a small test, finding that it resists, before finally turning to greet his friend.

“Hello, hello. Yes, yes, I'm sorry,” he crouches down to be more on the dog’s level, smiling at it as he reaches out to give it a quick pat on the head. “I didn’t mean to be so late, but, ugh, Tiffany- I've told you about Tiffany before, right?” The dog tilts its head to the side, though its ears perk forward as Tango speaks.

Tango knows full well that he’s currently having a conversation with a dog, but he can’t help it! He works the closing shift on his own most of the time, none of his co-workers choosing to stay past six p.m., when it starts to get a little bit too dark, or too late at night. Most of them are students at the local university, and they all have early lectures. Tango doesn’t mind taking the later shifts – much prefers taking them, actually, seeing as he doesn’t have to lug his stupidly old and stupidly heavy umbrella around with him– especially not when it helps out those he works with so much.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods along like the dog responded to his earlier question. “Of course I've told you about Tiffany before, she’s, honestly, sorry for what I'm about to say, but she’s such a bitch. She came in, five minutes before closing. I’d been cleaning all the tables ready for closing and begun to stack the chairs, and she comes in and is all like, oh, so sorry darling,” he drags the darling out, “yeah. She says it just like that- and she comes in so sorry darling, but I've just got to have this coffee right now. You’d understand wouldn’t you? Working so late all the time, ugh, it must be so hard. Like, God, yeah, imagine not living off your husband’s money, Tiffany – I know far too much about this woman’s life, like, no, I am being paid minimum wage to sit and listen to you complain about your third husband’s spending habits, I don't actually care.”

He huffs out an exasperated breath, sagging forward momentarily. Still crouching right in front of the dog means he leans forward and directly into the dog, which does a rather valiant attempt to keep him upright.

“Ugh, sorry, I don't mean to complain. You're here for the scraps, I'm sure,” he pulls the box out from beneath his arm, setting it on his lap as he begins opening it, folding the cardboard edges away from each other. The dog whines, scraping its foot against his leg, before looking up at him with its incredibly sad and watery eyes.

He’s not actually sure what kind of dog it is. When he’d first been approached by it, he’d been taking the waste food out to the bins behind the café. He was certain he was about to be attacked by a rabid wolf, or something. As far as he knows, the only werewolves currently living in the city is a tiny pack of three, and all of them live on the opposite side of the city to him. But in that moment he’d been certain that he was going to be mauled to death by another creature of the night.

Instead, the hulking beast of an animal had sat down at his feet and given him the saddest little look ever, eyes large and watering until Tango had offered up a rather squashed croissant to it.

After that small encounter, he’d tried to find out what kind of dog it was, searching for it first online, and then resorting to a dog breeds guide at the nearby library, in the hopes that he might find what kind of dog was walking him home most weeks.

The most he’d been able to conclude was that it was probably at least half-wolf, though the other parent is unknown. Dog and wolf – both dolf and wog had sounded incredibly dumb, and the dog looks more like an overgrown, slightly shaggier family golden retriever than a wolf.

And it still doesn’t have a name.

He offers out the half-croissant he’d saved for it today, watching as it takes the treat carefully from his hand. He’s fed a few street dogs before, though none of them this consistently, and all the street dogs in the past had bitten at his fingers as they snatched the treat from him, desperate and starving, and willing to rip out someone’s throat to make sure they got the treat.

The delicacy with which this dog takes the treat only reinforces the idea that this dog was a family pet, one that was left behind when it only continued growing and the family could no longer cope with having such a large dog.

It licks his fingers for the last crumbs of the croissant before pulling back and looking at him with those same sad eyes.

“On better topics,” he begins, watching how the dog perks up at the sound of his voice. He almost wishes it were smaller, so he could at least try to sneak it into his apartment. “The cute guy came back today,” he strokes a hand absently over the dog’s head as he talks, “I still didn’t manage to get his name, oh, it’s so embarrassing. Joe – co-worker Joe, Joe that we like – makes fun of me for it every time, says it makes me incapable at my job the moment he walks in. I just can’t help it! He always sits at the window, and gets the same thing every single time. I mean, I get the same thing every time, I can respect that, but I still don't have his name.” He buries his face in his arms, ceasing the absent pets he was giving the dog. “Man, it’s embarrassing. I don't even know his name and he’s a regular. He comes in nearly every evening, and just sits in the window, perfectly aligned with the last bits of sunlight in order to make his hair turn golden.”

A wet nose presses against his arm, before an entire head forces its way through his crossed arms. He pulls back with a short laugh, pushing the dog backwards, hands on its chest.

“Ugh, just ignore me. I'm tired,” he sighs, hauling himself to his feet. “I forgot to have something to eat before I left for work, and now I'm starving.” The dog continues to look up at him as he walks, eyes fixed on him, wet and glittering under the occasional street lights. Despite it’s overall air of patheticness, it seems to be doing rather well for itself. It’s certainly not skinny, despite living right on the edges of the city, and it hasn’t been attacked by one of Tango’s hungrier neighbours yet.

…Though, that might be more to do with Tango than sheer luck.

He’s one of the older vampires in this part of the city, and most of the other ones are content to stay out of his way as long as he stays out of theirs. And he may have been rather unsubtle in his fondness for this particular dog, even going so far as to mark him with a small sigil – one only visible to other vampires, letting them know that they should keep their hands off. The sigil is small and unnoticeable when he doesn’t look for it, fading into background noise.

To other vampires, though, it’s like a blaring light that screams at them to stay away or face his wrath. A rather effective deterrent, if he may say so himself.

He crosses into the shadowed alleyways quickly, feeling far more relaxed here than under the pools of lamplight. The dog, however, presses closer to his legs worriedly, a low whine building in the back of its throat for the first few seconds, before cutting off rather abruptly.

Tango hums to himself, reaching down to pat the dog on its head, stroking a hand over the unruly tufts there in an attempt to smooth them down.

He moves quicker through the dark alleyways. The dog doesn’t like walking through them, but it’s far quicker than taking the main streets, even if these are darker and a little more…disgusting. Still, the dog seems happier when they finally emerge from the twisting maze of brick and crawling moss, wagging its tail again and straying a little further from his side.

Still, he feels more than a little bad when he turns to face it on his doorstep, crouching down again to bid it goodbye.

“I’ll see you soon, alright?” The dog tilts its head at the exact same time he does, looking even sadder than it had when he first stepped out the café. It would almost be worth it, getting kicked out of his apartment, just to smuggle the dog inside for an evening. “And I’ll have something better than half a croissant next time, I swear.”

The dog wags its tail twice before stopping again, watching from its spot as Tango backs up towards his apartment building. He gives it one last wave before he pushes through the doors, pulling it shut behind himself.

When he glances back through the glass, the dog is already gone.

=== === ===

Jimmy waited patiently, tail curled neatly around his paws as he watches the door carefully. There’s been movement inside for the past few minutes, despite the closed sign already being flipped. Meaning its almost time for Tango to emerge from the darkness and come greet him with a smile.

He’s been worried about Tango recently. His apparent lack of friends aside, he’s been looking paler than before, almost sick with it, and he’d been stumbling yesterday when Jimmy went in for his usual coffee. He wasn’t able to get close enough to check on him then, standing at the respectable distance that humans normally choose to keep between themselves. But now, shifted and covered in a layer of fur, it’s far more acceptable for him to get that close.

He perks up at the sound of jangling keys, hopping to his feet and crossing the road before the door even finishes closing.

Only to skid to a halt before he can reach the person- because it’s just a person, not Tango.

He begins backing away, only to be caught in the act as the person turns around to face him. Another co-worker, one that Jimmy vaguely recognises as Joe, both from his visits to the café and Tango’s stories about his day.

“Heya there,” Joe waves to him, wiggling his fingers slightly at the end. “Didn’t think you’d be here tonight, looking for your buddy?”

Jimmy doesn’t make any response that would indicate understanding, simply continuing to stare up at Joe. He doesn’t know what to make of Joe, something uneasy prickling along his spine as he stares up at him. He’d never been able to get a read on the guy, but something about him just made Jimmy feel…off. Uneasy. Not unsafe, never unsafe, but healthily wary.

“Aw, well, he’s out sick today. He’s not been looking good recently, so you might not be seeing him for a bit.” Joe locks the door as he talks, turning his head over his shoulder to face Jimmy. He’s still smiling, oddly enough. “I'm sure he’ll be back, right as rain, soon enough! Nothing keeps Tango down for long. Nothing can keep Tango down for long,” Joe laughs. Then stops laughing nearly as quickly as he had begun. “You’d better run along, I've got no scraps for you tonight. Not that you’d take them from me, I don't think.”

Joe watches him for a moment longer, before making a gentle shooing motion.

Jimmy feels as though he's been broken from a trance, abruptly backing up before turning away, beginning a slow trot away from the café as he thinks. He still doesn’t feel good around Joe, and that right there was creepily similar to the time when Scott wanted to show him what a siren could really do with their voice. But there was no urge to offer himself up to the man, only a need to stay and listen to whatever it was he had to say.

Whatever Joe is, Jimmy has no interest in finding out.

Disappointed in how his evening has turned out, he slips into the forest rather than making the trip back across the city. He’s not looking to be teased by his brothers about this when he’s not even managed to see Tango. He’d much rather kill a rabbit, or something.

Or, he turns his head, the iron tang of blood filling his nose, perhaps he doesn’t even need to hunt down an entire animal. There seems to be some kind of injured creature out here that would be far easier to catch than the effort required for digging into a burrow.

He follows the scent deeper into the forest, only pausing to make sure he orients himself correctly and can find his way back to the city later.

The path zig-zags, as though the prey was desperately blundering its way through the undergrowth in its panic. Several leaves are dotted with crimson beads of blood, and the trail is laughably easy to follow. He keeps his nose to the ground anyway, snuffling along the small path of broken twigs and crushed underbrush.

A snapping twig has his ears pricking forward, a pained sound following afterwards.

He leaps forward, crashing through the bush ahead of him and ignoring the thorns that scrape along his sides as he lands. He almost slips on the leaves, skidding a little further than he had expected to.

The scent of blood is incredibly strong here, and it only takes him looking up to realise why.

Tango leans against the tree, another body beneath his own a dark shape. The pained sounds are coming from said body, though Tango seems to be ignoring them entirely, in favour of- in favour of…

There’s a wet sound as Tango pulls away from the person, turning to peer over his shoulder with squinted eyes. Those squinted eyes then rather quickly widen- and it’s the first time that Jimmy notices the red sheen they have to them, almost bright enough to glow.

What catches most of his attention, though, is the blood dripping down his chin, staining most of his lower face with it.

His heart in his throat and feeling as though he’s about to be sick from stress, he skitters back when Tango turns fully to face him. Somehow, he’s managed to not get any blood on his clothes.

He bursts back into a human, clothes settling heavily over him as he staggers to his feet, reeling backwards. “Holy shit!”

“Holy- what the hell!” Tango leaps to his feet as well, wide eyes now even wider. “You're- what!”

“You're a vampire!” He shouts back, confused and also more than annoyed with himself. “What- how didn’t I know? How the hell did you do so well at hiding it?”

“You- I didn’t know that you were a werewolf! Weredog- whatever!”

“I'm a werewolf,” he snaps back. “Not a dog.”

“You sure look like a dog,” Tango plants his hands on his hips, far too confident for someone that looks like he got dunked into a can of red paint. “A big dog, sure, but still a dog.”

“I'm a wolf, thanks,” he bristles. “And you're a vampire! You- is that guy gonna be okay?”

Said guy makes another pained sound.

“He’ll be fine,” Tango says. His voice is more than a little dismissive, only sparing a singular backwards glance over his shoulder. “He’ll just think he had a little too much to drink and ended up somewhere he doesn’t remember going.”

“And he’ll be fine?”

“He might need to eat a little more, replenish his blood. I don't know, man, I'm not a doctor.”

“If you're regularly draining people of their blood, then you need to be a little more careful.”

“I don't- this isn’t a normal thing,” Tango sighs. “I just haven’t been able to make time for the past few weeks so I was…a little more hungry than usual. This is a worst-case scenario.”

“Just, ugh, how didn’t I know?”

“How did neither of us know?” Tango turns the question back around. “God, we must be some pretty tremendous idiots to not have realised. C’mon, don't I smell like blood to your super sensitive nose?”

“No?” He blinks, “You smell like coffee, and sugar.”

“Oh, uh, alright,” Tango’s brows furrow together. “Mind if I get your name, by the way? You kept avoiding me at the café when I tried to ask. Makes a little more sense now, I guess.”

“I, yeah? I'm Jimmy, nice to meet you?” He groans, “This is weird as hell. You're covered in blood and I'm telling you my name.”

“Hey, hey, I've been trying to get that name for a while now.” Tango wags a finger at him, “Don't be weird just ‘cause this is weird- could be weirder, let me tell you.”

“Uh-huh, how could it be weirder?”

“I could ask you on a date now rather than tomorrow,” Tango smiles at him, small fangs poking over his lips as he watches. Waiting for a response. “It wouldn’t be to a café, for obvious reasons, but there’s a nice museum nearby that-”

“You want to ask me on a date?”

“…Yeah?”

“I just, ugh, why? I was going to ask you on a date months ago and decided against it!”

“Aw, you shoulda asked me,” Tango frowns. “There was an even better museum exhibit a few months ago.”

Jimmy opens his mouth to say something, but just starts laughing instead. He can see Tango watching him, from behind the tears forming in his eyes, but he can’t bring himself to stop laughing for another while yet.

“You're an idiot,” he manages between laughing.

“In a good way, or…?”

“Yeah, sure, in a good way.” He sighs, “What the hell, yeah, I’ll go on that date with you.”

“Wait, really?” Tango seems to light up, completely ignoring the blood on his face and the guy slumped over behind him. “Oh, how would you feel about dinner afterwards? On me, I swear.”

“As long as I'm not dessert,” he laughs.

Tango giggles alongside him, “Only if you offer, sweetheart.”

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No Regret - Tsukasa x Fem Reader x Yuta (slight)

Main Pairing: Tsukasa (Hokuto) x Fem Reader

Warnings: fighting, angst, right person wrong universe :')

A/N: hello everyone!! I LIVEEEEE!! Can't believe it's been more than a month since I posted on Tumblr :" work has really taken a toll on me and my mental health ain't really the best but after High & Low The Worst X came out on Netflix, you know I'm binging it and well, when I said binge, I meant I watched all of the H&L film series from "The Story of S.W.O.R.D" till The Worst Cross X (even though not in a good order) and lemme just say. I love Yuta's acting even though he doesn't get much lines but the way he expresses his face is 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Now, while I did enjoy the H&L The Worst films, I honestly much prefer the SWORD era films :') it's just that good. Coming from a film studies person, I like how the SWORD era has like a big plot that is continuous throughout the films (except maybe The Red Rain) and well, though there was closure in the big plot, I would really love to dive deeper into some of the gangs and characters. EHEM Amamiya Kyoudai :))

But anyways, here is my first (yes, girl is gonna make some other one-shots) of the H&L film series; starting with the man that caught my attention, Hokuto aka Tsukasa 🥰

Summary: you and Yuta have been friends long before he went to Korea. When Yuta finally had his acting debut, you were more than thrilled to support your best friend and may or may not fangirl over the other characters. But what happens when you and your best friend actually got to experience the other universe?

“Honestly why do you always get to hang out with the badass good looking guys?” you asked Yuta, your best friend who was staying over at your place and currently rewatching his movie, High & Low The Worst X, together

“Hey. What about me and the neos?!” Yuta scoffed, looking at your direction but you avoided his gaze; especially when your favourite character, Tsukasa showed up

“I mean, you guys are hot, I won’t lie. But look at Tsukasa!! Brains and brawns plus the look?! You have to introduce me to Yoshino-san, please!!!” you rambled as Yuta sighed

“We’ve watched this many times and you always say the same thing. That Tsukasa is the best and I went too hard on him during the fight” Yuta tsked as he turned off the TV

“YUTA!! HEY!! That’s not fair!! Just let me fangirl!!” you argued but Yuta didn’t budge

“C’mon, it’s late and we should really sleep. Plus, Hokuto, Ryoki and Kazuma-kun are coming tomorrow to visit. So, save up your fangirling self for tomorrow when you meet them” Yuta argued

“Hontoni?! They’re really coming?! Crap!! I need to plan out what I’m going to wear and how will I dress tomorrow. Yuta, you’re the best!!” you exclaimed as you jump to hug your best friend

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just sleep alright. Thank me after you meet them tomorrow. Good night (y/n)” Yuta replied as the two of you went to your respective rooms to sleep

“Tomorrow can’t come any faster” you whispered to yourself as you fell asleep

As much as you wanted tomorrow to come faster, you still want your beauty sleep but unfortunately, you were suddenly woken up by a loud crash. Blinking a few times, you were confused about how you were suddenly outside and on the ground. Was this Yuta’s way of getting revenge on you for neglecting his character? There’s no way. Right?!

What’s even more confusing is that it doesn’t look like your neighbourhood at all. Looking around, you tried to find out where you were and even call out to Yuta. As you got up, another crash occurred, making you fall and worry started to creep up on you.

Rushing back to your feet, you tried to find out the source of the crash and when you took a peak, you noticed that it was Kawamura and Yoshino having a brawl against Yuta and Ryoki. Confused, you shouted at Yuta, telling him if this is how he typically greets his friends but instead of Yuta telling you off, the others suddenly stop fighting and what Kawamura said shocked you.

“Who the hell is Yuta? And do any of you know who this girl is?” Kawamura asked as Yuta slowly approached you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you with him

“She’s a friend of mine dan just came back from abroad. Apologies everyone. I’ll be back later. Fujio, Tsukasa, let’s finish the fight later. Amagai, I’ll catch up with you later” Yuta stated, pulling you along with him, away from everyone else

“Yuta?! W-what on earth?! Why did you call the others by their High & Low characters? Are you guys doing some sort of role-play? Because if you are, this isn’t funny” you commented as Yuta pulled you so that you were standing in front of him; his eyes were cold yet serious and concern

“I don’t know what happened when we were asleep or if is this just part of your imagination but we’re basically in the High & Low world. Those guys don’t know who Yuta is. They only know Ryo Suzaki. As for you, you don’t exist in this world. Well, maybe you do. But not in this country at least. You’re practically a foreigner here” Yuta mentioned, making you laugh

“Very funny Yuta. You and your friends are such good actors. You can cut the cameras and all the staff can come out now” you laughed but no one answered you, making you gulp

“I’m serious (y/n), this isn’t a joke. I woke up earlier than you and immediately, Amagai, Fujio and Tsukasa asked me if I was alright because we were in a middle of a brawl. Lucky enough, they believed me that I didn’t remember because I hit my head” Yuta explained yet you still didn’t believe him

“Look. I don’t know how the both of us got here but want or not, we have to blend in until we can find a way to get back to our own universe. Which means, don’t get overly attached to anyone. Especially when your character doesn’t even exist in the High & Low universe. Got it?” Yuta reminded and you quickly nodded

“You handle them, I’ll go look around and find some sort of clues that might help us” you stated, about to turn around until you heard Tsukasa speak

“Don’t think it’s a good idea for a girl to go around this neighbourhood on her own” Tsukasa stated, making you a bit annoyed

“I think I can handle myself well. Yu—I mean Suzaki has taught me a few things about self-defence. You boys can go back to your brawl since clearly, it’s a boys-only thing” you scoffed, disbelief that Tsukasa would say something like this that you were about to walk away when Fujio suddenly stood in front of you, blocking your way

“What my friend meant is that, while we’re sure that you can probably take care of yourself, it would be better if you were with us. Especially since Suzaki-san mentioned that you were from abroad. It tends to get rough around here” Fujio explained, offering you a smile

“I’m Hanaoka Fujio and my friend there is Takagi Tsukasa” Fujio mentioned, offering you his hand for a shake which you accepted

“(L/N) (Y/N). Please to meet you guys” you stuttered, making Fujio chuckle

Ever since that meeting, you’ve been hanging out with the 4 men more often. Heck, you even got to meet the other boys including Todoroki, the four Housen Killer Cops, Sachio and even the Suzuran house. You got along with all of them which made you happy even if deep down you knew that this was all just temporary. Despite so, you couldn’t understand why Tsukasa seemed colder towards you when everyone has been opening up.

It’s been almost a month since you and Yuta came into this universe but neither of you has stopped searching for clues on how to get back to your own world. Though it wasn’t easy, the both of you managed to gain some information that there was a shaman who could talk to spirits and souls from other dimensions. After some digging, you manage to find where the shaman lives and decided to go there yourself because Yuta had to accompany Amagai for who knows what.

The more you walk on your own, the more worried you become because while you’ve gone around the neighbourhood and met with the other factions, you were still unfamiliar with the deeper parts of the neighbourhood. But you couldn’t back down now. You need answers and as much as you want to hang out with the H&L characters, this wasn’t the way you wanted.

You walked through the forest but right before you could go any deeper, you noticed that several other people were surrounding the area. Not knowing who they were, you hid behind the trees and tried to eye what these people were doing.

What you found out was that these guys were a gang from a rural area of the city which makes them an unknown gang. However, when you got closer, you overheard that this gang was aiming to take down Oya High sometime when the main heads are out of town; which you realised that it could be now because right now the main Oya High leaders like Fujio and Tsukasa were out with Housen, Suzuran and even Senomon.

Though you wanted to go and find the shaman, you knew that you had to go back and warn Yuta and the others about this potential ambush. Without wasting any time, you rushed to go back and find Yuta and the others because who knows where those boys are.

You only managed to get away for a bit before getting startled by a rabbit and tripped, causing suspicion among the unknown gang. While they weren’t looking, you immediately got back up and run away but those gangs were used to the twist and turns of the forest that some managed to caught up to you, surrounding you.

Though you were intimidated, you weren’t going to show any fear to them. Especially when they called Yuta and his friends some nasty names; saying how those guys always have it easy and never understand the actual pain of fighting without any backups or without any good resources like the other schools.

Angered by the comments, you didn’t hesitate to take the first move and punched the life out of some of them. Sure, you weren’t as skillful as Yuta or the others; but you could definitely do some damage and outsmart them.

Unfortunately, when you thought that you outsmarted them, one of them came up from behind you and grabbed you by the ankle, making you fall forward; hard. Though you hit your head quite hard, you still managed to return the favour before getting away from the messed-up scene.

Limping your way back, you tried to hang onto whatever it is that you can hold onto since your whole body felt like it was going to crumble any second now. Right when you just reached the Oya High gate, someone came up behind you that you instinctively tried to slap them but they managed to grab you.

Turns out, one of the gang members managed to sneak away and followed you. Unfortunately, because you had just finished fighting off the others, you barely had enough strength to pull away from this guy and he managed to grab you by the neck to the point where you started to lose your vision but at the same time the grip around your neck loosen and instead, a warm strong grip was around your waist.

“What the hell happened to you?!” you heard Tsukasa’s voice, his voice softer than how he normally talks when he was with you

“T-tsukasa…they, they’re coming. For the school. While everyone is…” you breathed out but your body gave up on you and you practically passed out, Tsukasa’s grip around your body tighten

“Hey, (y/n), what happened? Hey, wake up” Tsukasa mumbled, confused about what he should do especially when you passed out

Knowing that you wouldn’t say anything that you don't mean, Tsukasa called out some of his gang members to keep the guy that hurt you to be tamed while he gets you treated and get some answers from you first. But at the same time, he knew that while this guy was from an unknown gang, he can’t easily brush them off; especially when Fujio was out with other leaders.

Tsukasa made sure that some of the better fighters would guard around just in case if what you said about the school going to be attacked was true. Once he took you to the hospital and got you treated, he texted Fujio to let him and the others know on what happened.

While it seemed like Tsukasa only cared about the school and protecting his gang, he was actually worried about you. Sure, he didn’t have the greatest impression of you since he’s very much wary of any new person in the area; especially when he has never heard of them before. This is why when you first arrived and Yuta introduced you, Tsukasa was the first one that was suspicious of you. Girl or not, if you were a spy or someone that would come to destroy Oya High and SWORD, Tsukasa wouldn’t hesitate to put you down.

But as time passed, the more Tsukasa spied on you, the more he realised that you were truly someone outside of the area and even the country. You didn’t know a lot of things and the things you did know, Tsukasa assumed that it was because Yuta telling you stuff; not because you were from a whole different dimension.

Lately, Tsukasa has been keeping a closer eye on you. Not just to spy on you but also because there was just something about you that interest him. How you somehow managed to get close with the other guys not only in Oya High but also Housen and even Suzuran. Each school has taken a liking to you. Not only that, you just seemed too good to be true in Tsukasa’s eyes.

You weren’t the quiet or reserved kind of person. You were more outgoing and voiced out your opinions a lot. Even when you know that you would be outmatched, you kept going on and that is something that Tsukasa acknowledge about you.

When the nurse told Tsukasa that you were already treated and that you were currently resting. Tsukasa thanked the nurse and went into your room. Seeing you all bandaged angered Tsukasa that he swore he would make that unknown gang pay and even come to their knees to beg you for forgiveness once he was done with them.

Before Tuskasa could get closer to you, his phone rang and the other guys at Oya High told Tsukasa that he was right and some unknown gang was attacking the school. Despite being annoyed that he had to leave you, Tsukasa knew that you would be safer in the hospital.

Arriving back at Oya High, Tsukasa didn’t hesitate to knock some sense into everyone in the unknown gang. Their leader immediately fought head-to-head with Tsukasa which Tsukasa was more than happy to brawl with.

“Were you the one that started the attack on (y/n)?!” Tsukasa demanded, his eyes were sharp and angry at the same time

“Who? Oh, you mean that pesky girl in the forest? No, I didn’t touch her. But maybe I should have. To teach her a lesson and…” the leader spatted but Tsukasa immediately punched the leader. Hard.

“The fuck are you? An animal?!” Tsukasa growled, grabbing the leader by the collar and punching him over and over again to the point that the leader was unconscious, blood was dripping from his nose, mouth and Tsukasa’s knuckles

“Ya!! Tsukasa!!” Tsukasa heard Fujio shout, making the blonde stop

“What the hell happened around here? And why the hell are you beating someone until they’re unconscious?! Since when do you do that?!” Fujio snapped, pulling Tsukasa’s bloody wrist away from the beaten unconscious person under him

“Is it wrong? After what he and his men did to (y/n)?!” Tsukasa snapped back, getting off of the unconscious man and yanked his arm back, Yuta immediately came into the scene with the sound of your name

“What the hell happened to her?!” Yuta demanded

“She’s hospitalised right now. This guy and his entire gang were going to attack our school but somehow, (y/n) found out about it and rushed back to warn us but along the way, she was attacked. Badly. When I found her, one of them nearly choked her to death” Tsukasa explained, the other guys were now silent with the information

Before anyone can utter another word, Tsukasa’s phone rang and it was the nurse from the hospital, telling Tsukasa that you were finally awake and were searching for him. Without any more explanation, Tsukasa turned the phone off and rushed away to the hospital to see you.

Arriving at the hospital, Tsukasa didn’t even pay attention that he was pushing through some of the workers but once he got to your room and saw you sitting on your bed, never has Tsukasa felt this amount of relief. Seeing that Tsukasa was finally here, the nurse decided to give the two of you some privacy and left.

“H-hey, a-are you ok?” Tsukasa stuttered, scratching the back of his head as he took a chair and sat right beside your bed

“I think I should be the one asking you that” you replied, pointing at his bruised and bloody knuckles

“Oh. This. This is nothing” Tsukasa breathed out but you took his hand and a nearby cloth, wiping his bloody hand

“You shouldn’t fight so much. Who did you fight anyways? Were there that many people that attacked Oya High?” you asked, wiping Tsukasa’s hands clean from his own blood

“There were quite a lot but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that you got hurt because you were trying to warn us about the attack” Tsukasa explained but you just chuckled dryly

“Wh-what?” Tsukasa questioned as you put his hand back on the bed

“You never really cared nor did you spare me a glance when we first met. What changed?” you asked. It was Tsukasa’s turn to be nervous

You were right. Tsukasa never paid attention nor seemed to care about your sudden appearance. But he can’t help but be drawn to you. It was as if you were someone that he was looking for but when you were actually in front of him, Tsukasa just malfunctioned. He rarely encounters girls to begin with; let alone is interested in any of them.

“You’re right, this isn’t me. I’m not used to any of this yet nor do I know exactly how I feel but what I do know is that I was a coward. In the beginning, I thought that you were just some random girl that was probably a spy from Kuryu or something. But I spied on you, I realised that you were actually a regular girl that was just lost. I know that we didn’t start off well but if you’re alright to start over. If not, perhaps we can just try and get along, slowly…” Tsukasa replied, his hand making its way back on top of yours, caressing your hand

“Tsukasa…I hope that this isn’t a joke” you mumbled, not wanting to give in just yet

“I promise you that I want to start anew” Tsukasa replied back, intertwining your fingers together

But right when Tsukasa was leaning closer and you completely forgot about how you ended up in this world in the first place, Yuta came and stopped you both from going any further. His eyes were worried but sharp at the same time.

Noticing his glare, Tsukasa knew that Yuta would probably want to talk to you alone. “You don’t have to answer me now. I’ll wait for you this time. Get better soon alright? Let me know if you need anything” Tsukasa sighed, kissing your knuckles before excusing himself from the room.

Once he was sure that Tsukasa was out of the room, Yuta sat on the chair right by the bed and observed your current state before speaking up. “Where did you go before?” Yuta asked, still trying to process everything that has happened in the past few hours

“I got a lead about this shaman that would know how do we get back to our world. Along the way, I heard about that gang wanting to attack everyone in Oya High” you replied

“Then why didn’t you just go to the Shaman? Oya can take care of themselves. You didn’t have to go all the way back just to warn them. Look where it got you” Yuta cursed, making you jump a bit

“Well I’m sorry that I got attached to all of them. I love them not just as characters but who they are. Being in this world taught me that. I know we’re not supposed to think of this world as our own but the more I stay here and interact with everyone, the more that I care” you admitted, tears starting to build up

“I know. I know (y/n). I slowly also become attached and I guess that has become a problem for both of us. I know how much you adore Tsukasa but you can’t let him get close to you and vice versa. I’ll visit the shaman tomorrow and let you know once I come back. Until then, you have to set up some boundaries between you and the others; especially Tsukasa. Because from what I’ve seen, it seems like he has also grown attached to you in some way” Yuta suggested, holding your hands in his

“I know. I just. I feel bad. Turning down his feelings? Should we just tell them all the truth? Or at least let me go with you to the Shaman since the two of us are the ones that need to go back” you replied

“Fine. We’ll both go to the Shaman and once we got the answer from them, we’ll both go back to the others and tell them the truth” Yuta replied whilst hugging you, comforting you in the process

The next day came sooner than you’d like. You were getting better and luckily enough, the nurse allowed you to be discharged. Yuta helped you get up and the two of you head out as early as possible. Mainly to avoid the other guys.

The two of you walked through the woods you went through the other day and made your way to the Shaman’s place. Once the two of you reached the place, you noticed that the Shaman was doing their daily activities but stopped the moment the two of you stopped right in front of their house.

“Begone you two lost souls” the shaman stated as the two of you stopped in your tracks

“Since you already know who we are, I’ll get straight to the point. How the hell do we get back to our own universe? Clearly, this universe isn’t ours” Yuta blurted out, trying to get close but for some reason it was as if there was an invisible barrier preventing him

“It’s not about how you get back. But about you truly letting go of this universe. All you had to do to get back was find me but it looks like one of you isn’t ready to go back just yet” the Shaman stated, looking at you specifically

“Not just her though. The boy in this universe is also not ready to let her go just yet” the Shaman added on, making the two of you confused

“(y/n)…” Yuta whispered, facing towards you but his gaze was somewhere else

Just as you turned around and followed Yuta’s gaze did you finally understand. Tsukasa and some of the other Oya High students were there along with other guys from Housen, Suzuran and even Senomon High.

“Tsukasa…” you whispered out, tears were finally starting to fall one after the other while Tsukasa looked at both you and Yuta in disbelief

“You lied. All this time. Both of you. We were all foolish to let you both, especially you…” Tsukasa stated, looking deeply into your figure. “I was foolish to think that we could actually connect. That we have some sort of bond” Tsukasa spotted, his words were practically like acupuncture needles but sharper and would prick deeper into your skin

“Tsukasa. Chotto matte kudasai (wait for a moment). Let me explain…” you tried to reason but Tsukasa already turned his back on you

“Go home (y/n). Your actual friends are probably waiting for you. I won’t hold you back. Goodbye (y/n)” Tsukasa stated about to walk away but stopped when you had an outburst

“How the hell am I supposed to go back knowing that you probably hate me?! I can’t go back even more now” you exclaimed, not holding back anymore tears

“That was on you. You knew where you came from. You knew that you didn’t belong here. Yet you still like as if you were part of this world” Tsukasa shouted back, making you flinch since you have never seen him get angry before

“Ya, Tsukasa. Say anything hurtful towards her again, I’ll knock you out again. You think someone can prevent themselves from feeling how they felt?! Don’t say shit like this when you too also felt something” Yuta growled back, making Tsukasa even more pissed off that he went and stood in front of Yuta and faced him

“You also have no say in this, Suzaki. Or whoever you are in his body” Tsukasa spotted but was immediately welcomed by Yuta’s punch

“You can say whatever shit you want about me but not her. You have no fucking idea how hard it was for her to hold herself back. Not to mention the way you first treated her. Yes, perhaps it was wrong of her to get close with the others. But you also didn’t give her a warm welcome, now did you? Yet yesterday you seemed to be the most fired up when she was hurt and now you’re saying as if her feelings weren’t valid at all” Yuta argued, throwing punches and kicks at Tsukasa which turned the whole meeting into an actual fight

The two didn’t back down for even just a breather. Yuta would throw punches whereas Tsukasa would dodge them and try to hit back. You were sick and tired of all this fighting which happened because of you that you decided that you should put an end to it but right when you were interrupting them, Tsukasa accidentally hit your side and you stumbled and fall, holding your sides while coughing out.

The second Tsukasa hit you, Yuta instinctively grabbed you as all the others that were there went to see if you were alright. Despite you and Yuta somewhat deceiving everyone, they all still cared about the two of you. Fujio especially held Tsukasa back and smacked his friend for what he had just done.

“YA!!! Wake up Tsukasa!! Do you not realise what you’re doing?!” Fujio shouted at his friend, punching him that Tsukasa was now on the ground yet his eyes never leaving your sight

“Ryo was right. You didn’t even consider how she must’ve felt. She’s not completely at fault. You were the one that told me that you also caught feelings yet now it seemed like you’re blaming it all on her? Look at where that anger brought you!!” Fujio rambled, gripping his hair out of frustration of his own friend

“Fujio!!!” Yuta shouted at the leader of Oya, grabbing everyone’s attention. “We’ll stay here. It’s best that the two of us distance ourselves from everyone. Especially (y/n). At least let me take care of her first before I explain everything to you all. I owe you all that” Yuta stated as Fujio nodded as a sign of acknowledgement

Thankfully, the Shaman allowed both Yuta and you to stay at their place, saying that it would be easier for the two; especially when the two are ready to go back to their own universe. Once Yuta helped you, he told you to rest and to figure out your own feelings as he was going to explain to the others what actually happened.

“I should go too. It’s not just you. I was the one who was most at fault” you mumbled, making Yuta sit back down beside you

“We all make mistakes (y/n). But don’t you ever think for a second that your feelings were not valid. If Tsukasa can’t man up and understand then he doesn’t deserve your feelings. I’m also just going to tell them about what actually is happening so that they would hopefully understand” Yuta replied back, tucking you in bed

“Yuta…” you breathed out, holding his hand, Yuta turned to wait for your statement. “Thank you. When we get back, I think I owe you that omakase dinner you wanted” you chuckled, making Yuta smile

“I look forward to it. I’ll be back” Yuta replied, patting your head then left to explain to the others who were waiting outside of the Shaman’s house

“Honestly, I didn’t expect that all of you would still be here” Yuta stated, putting his hands in the pocket of his pants

“We all wanted to know the truth. After then will we decide” Fujio stated as the others agreed

Yuta then told everyone the truth. How he and you were not from this universe and instead in a universe where he and most of the other High and Low characters are singers; which clearly shocked everyone. In addition, Yuta also told them all that in their universe, you were a close friend of his and was also a fan of everyone in the High & Low universe.

“So basically, all of us have an alternate self in your universe and even if you guys go back, there will be another us over there?” Fujio asked excitedly, making Yuta giggle

“Yes. There are you guys in our universe as well. But I will say this Tsukasa. Even if there is another you in our universe. (y/n) already had an attachment with you as a character but now I guess it’s safe to say that she truly has an attachment with you and even if she has to let everything that has happened here go, she will still have some sort of attachment towards you but not just as a character but an actual person” Yuta explained, silence immediately filled the air

It was when Yuta explained to Tsukasa did he realise that you clearly had more to lose since once you go back, you will have to continue with the fact that all of this might just seem like a dream since in your world, everyone in this world is basically fiction. Knowing that he doesn’t have much time left with you, Tsukasa just wanted to have one final conversation with you. To hopefully bring closure to the both of you before you both part ways. And hopefully not have any regrets when you two actually part ways.

“Hey…How are you feeling?” Tsukasa softly whispered, noticing that you were wide awake and sitting on the bed

“Hey…Am better now. Now I know why they call you the sleeping lion” you joked as Tsukasa went to sit next to you

“About what happened. I’m sorry. I really am. I was just mad about the sudden discovery that all I think about was if you hadn’t been so close to everyone, it wouldn’t be that hard to let go. But after what Ryo, I mean, Yuta said, I tried to see it from your shoes and I’m sorry. I just hope that we can have some closure and well” Tsukasa rambled, stuttering with his words, especially with the next words that he’s going to say. “I do like you too and I know this might seem a bad timing since you want to go back to your own universe but I just feel the need to say it because I don’t want to have any regrets. I know that it might be hard during the first few times after you leave but at least I won’t have any regrets. At least, I’m happy to be able to be honest with you about how I’ve felt” Tsukasa admitted as he held your hand in his

“Tsukasa…” you teared up, slightly hitting his chest while he hugged you, stroking your hair. “You really have one of the worst timing ever” you tried to joke as Tsukasa sighed in relief, holding you closer to him

As you slowly opened your eyes, you scanned your surroundings and found yourself back at Yuta’s apartment. Looking at your phone, you noticed that not much time passed back in your universe.

Sighing, you got up and found Yuta asleep on the floor. You shook Yuta a few times until he finally woke up. Chuckled at his current state, you told him that you were going to make breakfast which Yuta thank you for and hit the shower.

As you made breakfast, the doorbell to Yuta’s apartment rang. Quickly, you turned off the stove and headed to see who it was. To your surprise, it was Ryoki, Kazuma and Hokuto, all in their casual wear but presentable enough just like when you were in high school about to hang out at your friend’s place.

“Hi. Sorry, did we come at a wrong time?” Kazuma asked politely which you shake your head, reassuring them that they didn’t and invited them into the house

“Hey (y/n), who is…Oh, hi guys” Yuta stated, making his appearance as he was also dressed. “Ahh right. This is (y/n), my best friend since before I moved to Korea. (y/n), this is Kazuma, Hokuto and Ryoki. Well, she knows all of you because she’s a fan of the High & Low movies. Plus, she’s a big fan of Tsukasa” Yuta blurted, making you blush and hit his bicep playfully, trying to hide your shyness as the other 3 male in front of you giggle

“Well (y/n). Pleased to meet you and thank you for being a fan. I think we’ll get along pretty well” Hokuto exclaimed, giving you one of the biggest smile you’ve seen him do

A/N: yeap, this almost 6k fic took me practically a month to write :') Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy it and wow, it's been 3 years since I'm on Tumblr. What a ride it is and don't worry, I don't plan on stopping soon. I just hope that everyone who has similar interest as I do can enjoy the stories that I put out

Also, if anyone wants to ramble about the H&L universe (ehem, Amamiya brothers), please don't be scared to talk to me or send me a message or even a request because I'd be happy to do some H&L fanfics as I have not seen much of it :') Alright, I need to sleep (as of writing this). Thank you all for reading and sticking by for the past 3 years or so. Stay safe and may you always be happy :) xoxo Vinet

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jokertrap-ran · 10 months

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Kashu Remu (Chemistry) Route Translations (Part 11)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ‘ ‘ are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut! *T/N: So... its been 7 years since I started this? Wow. This project is old, this blog is old, I am old-

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

Hina: I’m done preparing for tomorrow’s classes, and all my homework’s done too. I didn’t forget anything, did I?

Hina: Hmm… That should be all. I should turn in early so that I’m ready to face all the challenges ahead tomorrow.

Hina: (Haa… I wouldn’t be surprised if Kashu-sensei came up with something weird again tomorrow…)

Hina: (Or maybe it’s even odder if nothing strange were to happen.)

Hina: …I feel like I’ve gotten used to it, actually. Who knows if that’s actually a good thing though…

Hina: Huh? An Incoming call this late into the night? Wonder who?

Hina: And it’s from an unknown number…

Hina: (It’s not someone I know, but unknown numbers don’t usually call at this hour either.)

Hina: Hello? Um, who is this speaking…?

Kashu: …Yo.

Hina: That voice… K-Kashu-sensei!? Err, why do you have my number?

Kashu: I’m a teacher, you know?

Hina: So I’m aware, but that’s besides the matter. Can I help you with something? You don’t sound too good…

Kashu: Ahaha, really? I see. You can tell, huh…

Hina: Kashu-sensei…? Did something happen?

Kashu: Yeah… guess it doesn’t work out after all. I don’t know why, though.

Hina: Um… sensei? What exactly do you mean by that…?

Kashu: The medicine, of course.

Hina: Oh…

Kashu: Ahaha, do you still remember what I’m talking about?

Hina: Of course I do. There’s no way I could ever forget.

Hina: (But even I know that he can’t possibly make a medicine that’s capable of reviving the dead.)

Hina: (I’m sure he knows that too, but why’s he still persisting till now…?)

Kashu: I’m giving up on it.

Hina: What?

Kashu: I mean, it’s all useless isn’t it? She won’t come back no matter what I do.

Kashu: You must think so too, don’t you?

Hina: Sensei…

Kashu: Thank you, for holding back on my account. I’m sure you must have wanted to say it.

Kashu: And thank you for playing along with me…

Hina: Erm…?

Hina: (He’s acting strangely… and he sounds really sad…)

Kashu: Also, I realized something..

Kashu: If I can’t revive her, then all I have to do is to join her on the other side.

Hina: W-What!? But she’s already…

Kashu: Yup, so all I have to do is to die. Simple, isn’t it?

Hina: What are you talking about!? You can’t do that! That’s stupid!

Kashu: ……

Kashu: Come on now, don’t say that.

Kashu: I mean… that’s the last option I have. It’s so lonely living alone like this…

Hina: Kashu-sensei! Wait… Hang on!

Kashu: For my last hoorah, perhaps the school would be best. I’m thinking of jumping off the roof there.

Kashu: Hehe, this school was pretty fun while it lasted.

Hina: Hey! Listen to me!

Hina: If it really was that fun, then wouldn’t you want to live!? You can still turn around now!

Kashu: It was fun, but also lonely. It is so lonely being all by your lonesome, you know?

Hina: You’re not alone! You know that, don’t you!?

Hina: Please, just consider those around you! Don’t say that you want to die…

Kashu: I’ve already made my decision.

Hina: You can’t do it! Sensei!

Kashu: I’m really happy that you helped me out with all my experiments.

Kashu: I really did feel a little less lonely during those times. I even thought that perhaps I wasn’t that alone in this world.

Kashu: So, thank you.

Hina: !!!

Hina: Sensei? Sensei! Kashu-sensei!? He hung up on me!!!

Hina: (I can’t just sit back and do nothing… I need to get to school and stop him!)

Mother: Eh!? W-Where are you going in the middle of the night!?

Hina: School! I need to get there, now!!!

Mother: Huh? Take care on your way there, you hear me!?

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Hina: Haa, haa, haah…!

Hina: (Since when was the school this far away!?)

Hina: (I don’t know if I’ll make it at this rate… Please let me be there in time!)

Hina: ……!?

Hina: D-Don’t tell me…

Hina: (I’ve gotta hurry!!!)

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 9 months

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His Bird With The Broken Wing

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Original Female Character, Vernon Presley

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5128

Summary: Elvis Presley has never been able to turn down those in need. A couple of bucks here, a new car there, your rent paid till the end of the month – he’s your guy. And yet those people have never made him feel needed, not really. But she does. His little bird with the broken wing, his ray of sunshine. She makes him feel needed more than he has in a while.

Tags/Warnings: Health Issues, On Both Sides, 1970s Elvis, Big Daddy Elvis, Light Flirting, Chronic Illness, Mentions of Pill Taking, Care, Affection, Age-Gap Romance

Notes: This is a sorta semi request. I had a few ideas thrown at me about Big Daddy Elvis but I did them more as one together than separate little fics.

ELVIS MASTERLIST

Monday

She can feel her bones aching, protesting as she puts each foot in front of the other determined to get in through the gate before the clock strikes seven. If she had her bike she would’ve no doubt made it on time but when she stepped out of her house this morning she found it where it should be though it looked distinctly lower in stature, the back tire appearing as if it almost melted into the floor where the weight of the bike was too much for its deflated self to stop. Of course she had known about the puncture, the loud popping noise and trudging home from her evening classes last night had been enough to alert her to that fact, but she had been too tired and aching to even contemplate mentioning it to her father or finding the repair kit herself. Instead she had headed inside, stripped out of her clothes and fell asleep on top of her blankets, where she had awoken to find herself cutting it fine to get to work. If only she had the bike.

Fortunately even without the bike the man on the gate recognises her and allows her to enter through them. As her feet move her forward she checks her watch to find that it’s just gone seven. It’s not ideal but at least she can say she was on the grounds of the property when she was due to be even if she has fallen short of the door. Her target though close feels miles away as her ankles begin to protest every movement. Still, she pushes through hoping that when she’s able to stand still, begging Helen to let her tardiness slide, they’ll ease.

Tuesday

Elvis can hear the argument; well he’d describe it as an argument given that there are two voices but one of them seems not to be fighting back much. He can recognise one of them. Helen, his house manager, a formidable woman who keeps Graceland running smoothly, something he likes as it means he doesn’t have much to do or think about. Yet hearing her speak now is enough to send a shiver down his spine, especially as he hears the other voice answer back, a voice that doesn’t seem any match for his head of house.

‘I really am sorry,’ the voice says, small and regretful, ‘it won’t happen again.’

‘It shouldn’t happen at all,’ Helen says curtly. She’s nearer to him now and he wonders if she might sense him standing on the stairs just around the corner but the way she continues makes him think again, ‘look I know you’re new here and from what I can tell over the last couple of weeks you’ve really done well but now is not the time to start slacking.’

‘I’m not slacking I promise,’ the voice replies.

‘This is your second day late in a row,’ Helen says.

‘I know but-‘

‘But nothing-‘ Helen starts but her words fall short as Elvis rounds the corner. He doesn’t know why he feels compelled to push himself forward, after all, this conversation is certainly not one he wants to deal with himself, but he cannot help himself. He feels the helplessness in her voice calling out to him and his feet shuffle down the last couple of steps into the kitchen.

‘Mr Presley,’ Helen says straightening up and smoothing out her dress as she faces him. He can see the awkwardness in her face as if she had been caught doing something wrong. And when he looks behind her he can see why. Standing behind the kitchen counter watching the older woman is a girl who looks to be on the verge of crying. She looks away as he enters, out of shyness or trying to blink the tears away he’s not sure, but he looks away too, suddenly feeling as though he’s invaded her privacy within his own home. His gaze moves to Helen, who’s smiling at him stiffly before she says, ‘is there something I can do for you?’

‘I just wanted a soda,’ Elvis replies though he quickly realises this is a lie given his bedroom refrigerator is fully stocked so he adds, ‘and a sandwich.’

Helen nods and moves to get him one. As she moves from his eyeline his gaze drifts back to the girl. He doesn’t recognise her, then again given there’s been so many upheavals in staffing these last few months and the fact he’s not felt like leaving upstairs much he’s not surprised. That and he’d sure he’d remember her. She’s young, no older than early twenties, yet as her doe-like eyes flicker towards his he finds them more aged than he anticipated. The tears are gone now, and her face looks more composed than it had been a minute ago. He smiles at her and she returns it though hers is more unsure than his own. Yet it’s warm, enough to radiate his whole body as if he had been sitting in the sun all day, instead of in the darkness of his bedroom.

‘Will that be all?’ Helen says as she stops in front of him, plate and soda in hand. It brings him back to reality, forcing him to look at the older woman as he clears his throat, ‘yeah, uh thanks.’

‘No problem, Mr Presley,’ Helen says placing the impromptu meal into his hands in a manner that makes him uncomfortable. It’s his home, his kitchen, and yet the message is clear. You’re not needed here. It’s a message Elvis feels more and more these days and so with a quick nod he takes the items out of her hands and turns, heading towards the stairs. He’s no more than three steps up before he hears her speak again. It’s curter this time, her irritation evidently increased by his disturbance. And though her voice is quieter this time Elvis can still hear every word, his eyesight may be worsening but there’s nothing wrong with his ears.

‘If you cannot arrive on time tomorrow do not bother coming in at all.’

Wednesday

She’s on time today. Elvis knows this because he’s staring out of his bathroom window, watching as she peddles her bike up the expanse of the driveway towards the side of the house. He doesn’t know why he’s watching her; he doesn’t even know why he’s up at the ass crack of dawn and yet he is. He tells himself that it’s the urge to pee that woke him when he knows full well that the pills he shovelled down his neck in the wee hours should’ve kept him asleep, like they have done before regardless of if his body needed to relieve itself. But he couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning as he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. As it nears seven am he clambers out of bed and pees, yet he peeks out of the window oh so casually wondering if she’s made it in.

And to his surprise he’s relieved that she has. Not that it matters to him, he reassures himself, he’s just over all the changing of staff. If she can keep her job it’d mean he’d have to learn one less name. She looks more put together today, her strawberry blonde locks flowing behind her as she peddles past, unaware he’s watching her. As she disappears around the side of the house he smiles to himself before shuffling back towards his bed. He clambers back under the sheets, his eyes fluttering closed as the effects of the pills finally seem to be doing their job.

Yet as settled as he is as he closes his eyes to sleep he realises something. He hasn’t learned her name yet.

Thursday

She’s on upstairs duty today, something that was forced upon her given that she was late again. For a moment she thought Helen was being lenient, given her arrival on time yesterday and today’s arrival only being delayed by a minute. But as she directs her up the kitchen stairs and she hears the sniggers of the other girls following through the air behind her she realises this is a punishment. It’s not that upstairs duty is bad it’s just that it’s well harder to do the job. There are more rules to cleaning up here.

Don’t make noise.

Don’t be seen.

And do not disturb the boss.

And since it’s something she hasn’t done before that makes her nervous. As she creeps from room to room she’s careful not to make too much noise, vacuuming will have to wait until he’s up, as will cleaning his room. That’s of course if he dares venture out of it today. In the couple of weeks she’s worked here she’s only seen him the once and that was when she was on the brink of tears. He didn’t mention it of course but for fear he might bring it up she hopes he does stay in his room today. The door is closed, signalling she is not to enter and so she pushes on to the door marked Lisa Marie.

The air up here is thick, almost balmy. It doesn’t help that everything in this room is made of thick fabric from the shag pile of the carpet beneath her feet to the white fur of the hand-crafted bed she’s resting against. Still, tropical as it is she can’t deny that it’s a cute little room. She hasn’t met little girl yet, from what she’s heard from others around her she spends most of her time on the West Coast, visiting her father whenever their schedules allow. It means that cleaning this room doesn’t take long, nothing is out of place just dusty, waiting for their owner to return and breathe life into it once more.

It's a thought that makes her sad but since her knees started aching it also makes her feel a little relieved. Relieved because since there’s no one around to notice she can give herself a minute to rest. She slept better last night, the aches wearing off with her medicine meaning she could drift off into a peaceful slumber, but the warmth of the air and the plushness of the bed she's sitting on make her feel as though she hadn’t slept for a year. And as her eyes dip closed she feels as though she could sleep for just as long.

That is of course until she’s awoken by a thunderous racket. As her eyes fly open she finds herself now on the floor, the broom she had been holding now beside her, having swept everything off the nightstand as she toppled off the bed head first. And then the racket isn’t being caused by her, it’s by the sound of the door bouncing off the wall as he appears, looking frantically around the room, a small pistol in his hand until he notices her lying there.

‘Oh,’ he says looking down at her, his concern going to a smile.

‘Oh my god I’m so sorry,’ she says scrambling onto her knees that are still burning from the day of cleaning yet take her weight all the same. Elvis watches as she starts gathering the books and trinkets splayed across his daughter’s bedroom carpet, her voice nervous and frantic as she tries to explain, ‘I didn’t mean to fall asleep. One minute I was sitting on the bed and the next I’m on the floor-‘

‘It’s alright,’ Elvis says hoping his voice conveys reassurance but when she looks up at him doe-eyed and panicked he can see that it’s not.

‘No it isn’t,’ she says shaking her head as if to convince him he’s wrong, ‘I don’t even know how long I was out, oh god don’t tell Helen-‘

‘It’s between you and me,’ he says and it’s only at that point in her ramblings she notices he’s moved closer, kneeling down in front of her as he takes the items she has stacked in her hands out and places them on the bed. If the room felt warm before it’s now practically an oven, his blue eyes making her face feel as though it’s on fire as he watches her, willing her to accept what he’s saying.

‘I woke you up,’ is all she can think to say. It’s true, he’s still in his pyjamas, yet he feels wide awake as he looks at her young face. She’s pretty, prettier than he realised though admittedly he’d only had glimpses of her. Yet the worry on her face makes her age prematurely, frown lines appearing on her forehead as she awaits for him to scold her. If it was anyone else he might have. Hell if it was one of the boys he isn’t convinced he wouldn’t have already popped a shot off from the pistol now pressing coolly into his sweat-slickened back from where it rests in his waistband.

‘You woke yourself first,’ he counters making those frown lines disappear as she smiles, the same warmth-riddled smile she had given him when they had first seen each other. But it’s only there for a second and then she’s gone, putting the items back as he watches her from behind. It’s not a bad view he has to admit and it definitely takes the sting of trying to get up from where he had been kneeling. By the time she turns around he’s fully upright, ignoring the way his bones creak in protest.

‘I really am sorry you know,’ she says chewing on her lip nervously.

‘It’s okay,’ he smiles, ‘honestly…uh…’

‘Robin,’ she replies.

‘Robin,’ he says, enjoying the way it flows off of his tongue. It’s been something that’s been playing on his mind for the past couple of days, wondering what name could suit her and somehow it fits, ‘that’s a pretty name. Makes sense for a pretty thing like you.’

It’s a compliment that takes her off guard and she’s pretty sure that the heat in the room is now no match for the heat in her cheeks, which worsens as his smile deepens, crinkles forming around his eyes at the way he’s got her a flutter. She doesn’t know why it makes her feel that way, after all he’s old enough to be her dad, not to mention it’s probably an insignificant remark, something he probably says to every woman in his life. And yet it makes her stomach squeeze in a nervous way.

‘No it’s not okay,’ she says hoping to breeze past the comment in the hopes it’ll make her face any less warm, ‘I’m an idiot. I bet you’re wanting to fire me right now-‘

‘Why would I want to do that?’ Elvis asks softly, making her look at him.

‘I mean it’s not the best look when I’ve only just started. Is it?’ she implores. Elvis shrugs.

‘We all have off days,’ Elvis says. He knows that more than most, ‘anyway what’s got ya so tired? Late night out on the town?’

‘Hardly,’ she snorts in a manner that takes Elvis off guard. It’s the first time she’s seemed relaxed but that calmness disappears as she notices the clock on the night stand, ‘oh god is it twelve already?’

‘Yeah,’ Elvis replies.

‘Uh, do you want a sandwich or something?’ she asks taking him off guard once more, ‘I can fix you one.’

‘No, I’m good,’ he says watching as she moves to gather her cleaning supplies. He stands up at that, worried she’s going to leave their conversation early, something he doesn’t want to happen. Not now his intrigue is piqued.

‘Or some soda?’ she says. It’s a different angle one she’s hoping he’ll yield to but he doesn’t, instead his smile becomes curious as he says, ‘you got some place to be honey?’

‘No, no,’ Robin protests, cursing herself for being so see-through. It’s not that she wants to leave his company, even if it has had her in a tizz from the moment he came in the room.

‘But?’ Elvis asks making her sigh.

‘But…I gotta eat…I’ve gotta take my pill,’ Robin says.

‘Oh right…o’course. Young thing like you,’ Elvis replies, somewhat bashfully. For a moment his meaning doesn’t register until the dots connect in her brain, her cheeks flushing once more.

‘Not that,’ she blushes dropping her gaze to the carpet. Of course she can see why he might think that, in fact she thinks it’s a little commendable he’s so understanding off the bat given he’s not that much younger than her father and if she mentioned anything to do with birth control around him she’s sure he’d be even redder than she is right now.

But Elvis isn’t embarrassed, in fact he’s damn right confused about why else a sprightly twenty-something might need any form of medicine. Even at forty people raise an eyebrow at the amount of pills he needs to take to keep him feeling in shape which is why he knows he’d be out of line to question her about it. But he’s curious and in his defence she brought it up.

‘What’s a young thing like you taking pills for?’ he asks hoping he doesn’t sound too demanding as the question leaves his lips. She hesitates for a moment. When she got the job her daddy had told her not to say a word about her health. Declaring anything might be wrong with you is just asking for them to turn you down, he warned. But there’s something about Elvis’ sympathetic, understanding expression that makes her want to. In fact in the time that she’s been here she’s wanted to scream about it countless times. To tell Helen she’s trying her best, even if her best one day might not be the same the next. It’s not as if she chooses to be this way. As if she begs for her bones to ache or for every action to make her energy zap from her body. It's not as if she wanted to have to drop out of college, to have to do it in twice the time it takes everyone else because she’s only got time for night school now. It’s not like she even wanted this job, but her folks can't make ends meet as it is, never mind footing whatever hospital bill lands on their doorstep.

‘Well it’s…it’s for my condition. I have to take what feels like a million of them,’ she says, feeling relief pour out of her as she says the words aloud. Even more so as his face doesn’t change. It doesn’t get awkward or squirrely like most people do, in fact it looks curious.

‘What's your condition…if you don’t mind me askin’,’ he replies.

‘Well I say condition but they don’t really know what it is. All the doctors at Baptist can't really agree on anything,’ she says bitterly making his heart flutter.

‘Well that’s no good,’ Elvis says.

‘You’re telling me,’ she says bitterly, her gaze on her shoes as she toes at the carpet. When she looks up he’s still watching her, yet this time his sympathy is bordering on the edge of pity and somehow that’s worse than if he was completely disinterested. It makes her want to run so she says, ‘sorry I shouldn’t be bothering you with all my problems.’

‘Better than thinkin’ of my own,’ he shrugs, offering encouragement as she fails to continue, ‘go on honey.’

‘Well there's not much to tell. About a year ago I got really sick…like drop out of college and move back in with my folks sick. I was in hospital for a while but they couldn’t figure out what it was.’

‘And now?’ Elvis asks feeling that tug on his heartstrings once more.

‘They still don’t really know…so they pumped me full of pills…’ she shrugs. Elvis almost has to choke back a sarcastic laugh. At least they always give him a reason before they add yet another little helper to his never-ending roster. This’ll help with fatigue, that’ll help you sleep, this one will yada yada yada. But for them to not know what the matter was and to do it anyway seems careless to him. After all she’s just a slip of a thing. He still shudders at the memory of Cilla taking more than her share of sleeping pills, knocking herself out flat for nearly two days. He doubts little Robin would be any different. But if she is having issues, if the pills do something maybe it’s not that bad.

‘Do they help?’ he asks, his worries not relieved as she shrugs once more.

‘Yeah, I guess. I mean I mean they probably would if I remembered to take them on time,’ she says.

‘That’s no good darlin’,’ he frowns and for the first time she feels as though she is in front of her actual father. And just as they would with him the excuses flow free.

‘I know. It’s just that they make me feel nauseous but I have to eat to take them…maybe if they made me feel fantastic or whatever but my bones still ache a lot and I’m always tired,’ she grumbles, hoping he’ll see her side of things. If they worked wonders she’d strap an alarm clock to her forehead to remind her to take them the very second they were due. Unfortunately, she’s not that lucky.

‘Part of your condition?’ he asks.

‘I guess…if we knew what that was,’ she jokes making him smile. It’s not been an easy conversation, in fact he’s done nothing but worry about her since she opened her mouth but her soft smile, that radiant one, makes him feel a touch better. And she in turn feels better for getting it all off her chest, it’s not going to make her working life any easier but at least having someone on the inside who knows the truth is something.

What she’s not prepared for is the way his smile makes that flutter return like a fire ripping through her. It’s odd how a man that’s nearly twenty years her senior can make her feel the way he is at this minute in time, or indeed how his smile can resemble that of a young boys, but still it does.

‘I really should get back to work,’ she says gathering her cleaning supplies as a clear signal she’s ending their little soiree. It disappoints Elvis but he can’t help but think that this won't be the last time they’ll speak. There’s something between them, a trust, both of them seem to feel.

‘Yeah you should get goin’,’ he agrees making her smile dim just a touch until he says, ‘you need to get downstairs. To get something to eat before your pills remember?’

‘Oh, yeah thanks Mr Presley,’ Robin replies feeling that flutter amp up inside her.

‘Elvis. Call me Elvis,’ he says watching as she looks at him for a moment before she offers him a nod and then scuttles out of the room, broom and cleaning supplies in hand.

As he heads back to bed his thoughts are plagued by everything she’s told him. It makes sense now. The lateness, the falling asleep, hell the reason her face is so youthful and yet her eyes feel aeons older. She’s bogged down by issues that she shouldn’t be. Unable to live her life because her own body is betraying her. It’s something he understands all too well.

And perhaps something he can fix. After all, who says she needs to rely on the doctors at Baptist, they’re good and all but if she needs better he can pay for whoever that may be. And maybe they can get her fixed up, get her back to school, get her out living her life like a pretty young thing like that should be doing.

His heart swells at the thought of that. She needs him, his little Robin, his bird with the broken wing. He could help her, if anything she needs him to, in a way that no one seems to need him anymore. And it sure would feel good to feel needed.

Friday

One would wonder how a house could be cleaned every day and you could still find dirt. Then again given the amount of people traipsing in and out and the sheer size of the house itself it’s not hard to imagine how the work could never end. That’s how Robin finds herself in the pool room once more, tidying up even though she had only done it a couple of days prior. She can't find it in her today to moan about it though. Whoever has spent the evening down here hasn’t left too much of a mess and given that she’s more than two levels away from Elvis her cleaning can be a little louder than normal. And today that’s what she craves because today her bones don’t feel like that of an eighty-year-old and she hasn’t slept terribly for once.

It's a fact that proves what Elvis had told her the day before, we all have good days and bad days. And today's a good day. So as she vacuums the plush carpet she finds that her hips are swaying to the radio playing in the corner. In fact, she’s so engrossed she doesn’t even hear the soft footfalls of someone in the room with her, or the placement of a plate as it rests on the lip of the pool table awaiting her notice. It’s only when she turns around she clocks it and she moves to it wondering if it'd been there the whole time.

If it had that would mean she isn’t much of a cleaner but as she looks at the sandwich she notices a small note folded in its crease.

So you don’t forget to eat

Saturday

When Elvis went looking for Robin yesterday he found her dancing around his pool room, oblivious to his presence due to the noise of the vacuum. He could’ve disturbed her and yet watching her having fun he couldn’t bring himself to. And he can’t bring himself to do it today either. Yesterday must’ve been a good day but it appears today isn’t. Well, he assumes it’s not given she’s fallen asleep in his bedroom. He’d invited her in, asking if she wouldn’t mind giving his windows a once over since he’s actually got the curtains open for a change and she’d obliged, thanking him kindly for the sandwich and skating over the fact he might have seen her shaking all that the lord had given her in his games room. Besides, that image was something just for him.

As she’d spritzed his windows with cleaner he’d disappeared into the bathroom, continuing their conversation until it had become decidedly one-sided. When he’d come back out he’d found her flopped down on the plush loveseat in the corner, cleaning bottle still in hand. He hadn't the heart to move her and instead he’d grabbed a blanket and draped it over her, leaving her to rest for as long as she needed to.

Sunday

‘Hello?’ Robin says with a frown as the cool plastic of the receiver hits her ear. It’s been a long week and an out-of-the-blue phone call on a Sunday night is the last thing she wants, especially when her family are waiting on her to start dinner.

‘Robin?’ an unfamiliar voice replies.

‘Who is this?’ she asks.

‘Oh, Vernon, Vernon Presley,’ the voice replies making worry take hold of her as she wonders what her boss’s father could possibly want on a Sunday evening, not only a Sunday evening, her day off.

‘I’m just calling to tell you not to come in tomorrow,’ he replies casually.

‘Oh, okay,’ Robin says trying to ignore the lump in her throat. She had thought this week was going too well, that Elvis had been too understanding about her. It made sense now, he was waiting for the right time to cut her loose. It makes sense she supposes, it means she doesn’t have to show up on Monday morning only to be told to go home but still it stings and the words of her father echo in her ears for being so foolish as to be honest.

‘There’s no point given your appointments at ten,’ he replies.

‘Huh?’ Robin asks.

‘Your doctor's appointment?’ he mutters confused, ‘I thought Elvis had explained?’

‘Afraid not,’ Robin answers her worry turning to confusion.

‘He’s arranged for you to see a doctor from California,’ he explains, ‘they’re going to see you at Baptist tomorrow. 10 am sharp.’

‘Mr Presley that’s too much I can't-'

‘With respect Miss once my son’s decided on something there’s not much point standing in his way,’ Vernon says honestly. It makes her heart flip-flop inside her chest. She should be grateful he wants to help but to fly a doctor in, from California no less who she’s sure would’ve cost a pretty penny, it seems too much. Why he'd want to doesn’t make sense either after all she’s only worked there a matter of weeks.

But it seems too good an opportunity to turn down. In fact thinking about the way he’s taken care of her these last couple of days she fears if she did turn it down he might take it to heart, that boyish smile that makes her heart flutter disappearing for a look of disappointment, one she doesn’t want to see on his handsome face ever. As if he needs her to. And after all she’s been through she can't deny it would be nice to have someone help. To feel as though her wings were no longer clipped.

It's an offer she can’t turn down and so she says, ’10 am?’

‘He’ll pick ya up tomorrow,’ Vernon agrees and before she can thank him he’s gone, the line clicking off and leaving a dial tone in its place. With a sigh she places the receiver back where it should be taking a moment to soak it in before she heads back to her parents to tell them the news. She reminds herself not to get her hopes up, this doctor might cost a pretty penny and come up with no more ideas than the ones here in Memphis. Yet she can't help but feel excited because even if they can't fix everything, even if she remains the same, she’s sure there’s something about Elvis Presley that might just make her feel as though she’s flying anyway.

And she can't help but smile at that.

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theghostinmeisyou · 1 year

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Here we go, some actual smut for ya'll this time!

Word count: 1340

Rating: E for obvious reasons hehe

CW: Cursing

The medical bay at base is often quiet this late, 2am to be exact, but you haven’t checked the clock in hours, been too busy checking orders and ensuring everything is as it should be. There was a brief period of theft around here but it has seemingly stalled, and thank God for that because the soldiers around here have started getting reckless; overconfidence is a killer.

You yawn, reaching for your cup of coffee and god it’s shit, but it does the job.

When footsteps approach and stop in the doorway, you don’t care enough to take a look at who it is, until,

“Doctor,” a gruff and definingly British voice says.

You look up at him, dressed in a black turtleneck and that skull-adorned mask he always wanders around in.

“Ghost.”

“Up late?” he asks, stepping into the room.

“Been busy checking stock. How can I help you?” Your eyes drift back to the clipboard in hand, pen in the other, as you check another box.

Ghost doesn’t answer, instead he steps up behind you, so close in fact you can feel his breath against your neck when he bends down. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

His hand starts sneaking its way up your leg, your thigh, till it lands on your hip, heavy and firm.

“Hard not to, considering we’re on the same squad,” you say all nonchalant, but his presence affects you more than you care to admit. Heartbeat and butterflies and all.

“You know what I mean,” he growls in your ear, deep and gravelly, but it’s not a dangerous form of growling, no the intention behind it is far more… lustful.

And you swallow hard. “Do I now?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Doc.” His grip on your hips tighten and you feel it ignite something inside of you below the waist.

You try to turn around to face him but his hands keep you in place. You could, with a slight bit of struggle, get free, but do you want to?

“You haven’t been thinkin’ ‘bout me, love?” he whispers and guides you closer to him till your ass meets his front, and you feel it, his excitement.

“W-was I supposed to?” Damnit you’re starting to lose your cool, the stutter proves that more than anything, and the heat beneath your collar is starting to be too much.

“Hmm perhaps.” Slowly he grinds against you, your breath hitching as his cock presses against your bottom. “Would be awfully unprofessional if you didn’t, wouldn’t it?”

You can’t quite tell if it’s a sigh or a moan, but something leaves your lips, and it seems to encourage Ghost to press further, grind harder. And this time you have to bite your lip of a definite moan would have escaped. Instead, you whine.

Ghost takes off his tactical gloves and places them within your sight, a sign that he’s about to go further, and that now is the time to say no.

But you don’t.

So he snakes his arms around you, hands down to unbuckle your army cargos, let the zipper run free, and at a teasingly slow pace, glides his hand beneath the elastic waistband of your panties.

A too loud and too sudden gasp is brought forth as his index finger and middle finger runs across your sensitive clit, further down to feel the slickness between your lips.

He chuckles, deep and baritone. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Don’t, ahh, don’t flatter yourself,” you say back with some snark, but when he brings his fingers back up to touch that wonderful spot of nerves, you must bring a hand to your mouth to catch the falling moans.

And the fucker stays there, drawing little circles with your clit, his other hand on your thigh to keep your legs spread. With his lengthy erection pressing against your backside, and his hands massaging your front, it doesn’t take long for you to get where he intends to bring you, and you nearly break the clipboard in your hands as you tense up entirely.

“Good girl,” he drawls, “That’s a good fucking girl.”

Breathless you bend over, trying to regain some composure on wobbly legs, but Ghost sees it fit to grab you hard by the hips and thrust forward.

You let out an “Ah!” and he brings one hand to cover your mouth, bending forward so that he can roughly whisper in your ear,

“Ssh keep it down, we’re not alone around here.” And truly you’re not - this is the medbay, and you had all but forgotten about the poor sods lying in pain somewhere on the beds behind the curtains.

But he’s not done with you. There’s a sound of metal clanking and a zipper running down, some fabric rustling and a relieved sigh from behind. You don’t even have to guess to know that Ghost just took himself into his hand, and you dare pull down your own pants completely, your panties just enough for him to get what he wants and give you what you want.

Again he chuckles. “Yeah, thought so.” And with an insistent hand, he pushes you down. “Bend over the desk for me, darling.”

Then he lines himself up perfectly with your pussy and drives his cock into you with a low and very pleased grunt. It’s overwhelming, the feel of him, the stretch of your hole, and he seems to agree,

“Always so tight, Doc.” And he leans in to breathe in your ear, bringing your hips closer till he’s buried deep inside of you. “I fucking love it.”

You want to say something, have a comeback, but you can only whimper with need, and he hums, pleased at your silence.

Ghost presses his forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, undoubtedly getting a good look at how he now pulls out his cock, then slowly slides it back in.

“Ffffuuuuuuuuuuhck,” you let it slip, arching your back and getting up on your toes to give him better access to that sweet, delicious spot inside of you that he hits with every slight thrust.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” His hand grips gently at your throat, just enough to show dominance, but not so hard that you can’t breathe.

You nod.

“Yeah you do.”

He can’t go too fast or there’ll be a loud sound of skin slapping against skin, but it’s a good time nevertheless as he keeps a steady rhythm that makes it hard to keep quiet.

You wish you were somewhere else, somewhere with actual privacy, where you two could fuck each other’s brains out, loud and hard and grotesque. You want it so badly that even the thought of it brings you closer to the edge.

“Fucking hell,” he growls and moves both hands down to grab you firmly by your fleshy hips, speeding it up.

“G-ghost,” you try to speak lowly and coherently. “I-I’m almost there.”

“Me too, love, me too.” He has much more control of his voice than you do.

Your hand flees down to rub swiftly at your throbbing clit, and it helps you reach the peak of this performance, and as much as you just want to scream out as everything comes together in this amazing, body trembling explosion of heat, you’re stuck just letting out a deep and guttural sigh of pure ecstasy.

Ghost is close behind you, the clenching of your already tight pussy making him cum, and although you would love to one day hear him howl out in pleasure like a wild wolf, he doesn’t give you more than,

“Shit.” And a few, short burst thrusts as he fills you up with his cum.

If you weren’t tired before, you sure are now after two orgasms and the heaviness of Ghost leaning against you as he gathers his energy.

“You’re too good to me,” he sighs happily, or as happy as he now can sound.

“I’m exactly as good as you deserve.”

#ghost x reader #Simon riley #ghost cod #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #lemon

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soft-jihoonie · 10 months

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I Hated You But I Want You - Chapter 1

Pairing: Chanyeol x f!reader

Genre: University AU - enemies to lovers

Warnings: none currently, may change throughout the series

Words: 1,094

A/N: As always, if you like the fic please like, reblog or reply! I’d love to know what you think

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Park Chanyeol is just about the smuggest dickhead you’ve ever met, and now you’re forced to cooperate with him.

You never really thought having to do partner work on projects at university would be an issue, you’d been paired up with plenty of people with no problem at all. Chanyeol though, Chanyeol is a problem.

It’s not like he’s the worst person in the world, sometimes he can be fairly amusing, but the way he gets away with doing the bare minimum of work through his charm riles you up way too much. So you’re understandably annoyed when you check your email from your lecturer with a spreadsheet of who’s partnered with who, and find your name right next to Chanyeol’s.

You’ve heard many stories from your friends of how Chanyeol will barely contribute till the last minute, turning his portion of the work in the morning of a project being due some times. He knows he’s good at the degree, and that drives you up the wall that he won’t be a cooperative team member, only caring about his own grade.

You can’t help but groan audibly when you read his name, leading Kyungsoo, your friend you’re hanging with before class, to ask, “Who’s your partner? I got Minseok.”

You mumble out, “Lucky”, as you turn your phone screen to Kyungsoo, pointing at Chanyeol’s name.

Kyungsoo pulls a sympathetic face and says, “Man, I feel for you, I hated working in a group with him, partners is going to be way worse!”

“Thanks for the confidence, Soo.”

He laughs and says, “Speaking of that class, we should probably head towards the seminar room before we’re late.”

You nod, gathering up your items and following Kyungsoo to the room, idly chatting with him along the way.

As if the universe was looking to mess you around further, Chanyeol was standing outside the seminar room, laughing obnoxiously loudly at something his shorter friend has said.

You don’t manage to suppress your eye roll, Kyungsoo quietly laughing when he sees you do so. He stops on the other side of the seminar room door to Chanyeol and leans against the wall and you follow suit.

Your idle conversation with Kyungsoo is being interrupted moments later, and you hear Chanyeol’s voice say, “Ah! You’re my partner on the new project!”

Mentally reminding yourself to act nice, you turn to face Chanyeol and respond, “Yep that’s me!”

Chanyeol grins and you can’t deny that it’s sort of endearing, he responds, “Y/n, right? I’m Chanyeol.”

You can’t help but chuckle at him introducing himself when your names had been on the spreadsheet saying you were partners. Chanyeol seems to realise this as he says, “Ah right, you probably already know that.”

Deciding to take pity on him, you smile and say, “Yeah I do but thanks for introducing yourself anyway!”

Chanyeol grins back at you and then the two of you return to your conversations with your own friends. As your listening to Kyungsoo complain about another module he has that you don’t share, you find yourself thinking that maybe Chanyeol isn’t that bad. He seems like a nice enough guy, maybe your friends had been exaggerating.

That thought is quickly disproven once the seminar starts. Your lecturer tells you to sit in your pairs and after giving a run down of what’s expected of the project, sets you to all start planning together. You pull up a blank word document on your laptop and turn to Chanyeol as you ask, “Alright, what should our projects focus be?”

Chanyeol doesn’t look up from his phone, shrugging as he says, “Honestly pick whatever you prefer, I don’t really mind.”

You don’t hold back your annoyance as you say, “Seriously? We’re meant to be working on this together, you should at least have a say.”

Chanyeol’s eyes finally leave his phone to look at you, seeming a bit surprised at your response. He shrugs once more and says, “I don’t know, tell me your ideas and I guess I’ll say which one’s I like.”

You’re close to raising your voice at him from annoyance but seeing that the lecturer is glancing your way, you take a deep breath and begin typing down your ideas onto the word document. Rolling your eyes when Chanyeol goes back to his phone.

Coming up to the end of the seminar, you’ve managed to force Chanyeol to pick a project topic with you and decide which parts of the project you’ll each focus on specifically. You’re packing away your laptop and notebook when you see Chanyeol’s phone shoved in front of you.

Sending a quizzical look his way, you glance back down at his phone screen to see it open on a new contact. Chanyeol says, “You should put in your number so we can keep in contact about the project.”

You’re definitely surprised that Chanyeol’s initiating this when he’d been so reluctant to cooperate with you all class, but you still take his phone and put your number in, passing it back to him when your done.

Chanyeol smirks at you and says, “Easiest way to get such a pretty girls number”

You roll your eyes, picking up your bag as you stand up and walking off towards Kyungsoo. You can’t help but scoff at Chanyeol’s comment, thinking he’d never have a chance to get your number if it wasn’t for this project.

Chanyeol isn’t unattractive. He’s definitely one of the more conventionally attractive men on your course, but his personality puts you off him easily. You’ve never really liked the joker fuck boy types, and Chanyeol fits right into that category.

Kyungsoo swings an arm around your shoulder as you head out of the seminar room, introducing you to Minseok who walks out with you. Minseok already seems to be a much nicer partner than Chanyeol, and he gives you a sympathetic look when you begin to complain to Kyungsoo about your partner.

As you settle down at a table in the library about 10 minutes later with Kyungsoo and Minseok, your phone buzzes in your hand. Checking the notification you see it’s an unknown number messaging you.

Opening the message, you see it says, ‘so when can I see you next baby? - Chanyeol aka hottest guy you know’

You roll your eyes, typing back ‘next seminar session’ and then saving the number in your phone under the contact Pain in my ass.

You choose to ignore the frowning emoji Chanyeol sends back in return and get to work starting on the project.

#chanyeol x reader #chanyeol x you #chanyeol fanfic #exo fanfic #exo x reader #exo #chanyeol #Kyungsoo #minseok #xiumin #fanfiction #exo fanfiction #university AU #my tol pup

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helianskies · 6 months

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Hi! Dialogue prompt 10 for Nedport (romantic) please?

Thank you! I am in a Nedport mood as of late haha <3

haha, bet! >:D (p.s. this is the last ficlet i'm doing before the holiday ficlets appear!)

Delivery

When João doesn’t show up for work, Abel is a bit worried. As much as the other may complain (in private and away from the workplace) how much disdain he holds for the office and their colleagues, if João is not in, there are limited reasons for it. It feels a bit odd that he checks his phone and sees no message, so he drops João a text himself—a snappy, Are you OK?—and then, because he must, he continues with his work.

It is in the early afternoon that he receives a reply to his text that tells him just as plainly, in bed, bit sniffly, and while he is of course then worried, at least he has an answer. After he sends João his well wishes, it means he can properly focus on his work, right up until he shuts down his computer at five o’clock on the dot.

On his way home from work, Abel decides to make a detour.

Or, rather, a few detours.

The first place he stops by is the supermarket. There are some things he needs to buy and with a list in hand, he is able to whizz around the shop in about ten minutes flat (well, that is, before having to face the crowds around the tills). By the time he gets back to his car, it is nearing twenty-to-six.

His next stop is his own home. There’s just one thing he wants to grab from the airing cupboard upstairs, which he can then take with him to his next stop.

By now, it is six. Luckily for him, his next stop was not too far away.

With a single big (reusable!) shopping bag in hand, Abel leaves his car in the communal car park and heads off in the direction of João’s apartment.

When he goes to knock on the other’s front door, he feels bad, knowing that he might wake him, or otherwise is forcing him to walk to the door as a minimum. As his fist hovers in front of the wood, he debates it—he debates turning around, going home, surrendering—but then he thinks about João, ill, buried in a pile of tissues, probably hungry and cold… and he knows it could be a small price to pay to make him feel better.

So, he knocks. He knocks and he waits, not brave enough to look directly at the door in case it suddenly flies open and he’s met with an upset (or annoyed) João.

He waits for about half a minute, before he finds himself debating, once more, maybe I should go. He finds his feet moving before he can make any kind of counterargument. And then—

“Abel…?”

He halts. He feels stuck like a deer in headlights, fingers clutching the handles of his bag tight. He feels guilty—he feels so incredibly guilty—and he gingerly turns, to find João standing just outside his front door, drowning in layers of clothing and his nose quite red. Guilt anchors its roots only deeper.

“What are you doing here?” João asks him in the face of silence.

“I… wanted to check on you,” Abel says hesitantly. “Sorry if I’ve disturbed you…”

João, however, shakes his head. “You haven’t disturbed me,” he assures Abel. “You can come in, if you want. Have a hot drink with me? Tea? Coffee?”

“Are you sure?”

“Would I ask if I wasn’t?”

Upon receiving a smile from the other, Abel resigns. He still feels bad. But if this allows him to make sure João really is well and looking after himself, then—

“What’s in the bag?”

Abel glanced at João, then down to the bag in his hand and the items inside—the honey, the lemons, the ginger, the tissues, the sweets, the small bunch of cheerful daffodils, some simple dinner products, the extra-thick blanket he’d brought from home. His face begins to warm, and quite rapidly.

“I, um…” He takes a breath. “I brought you some things.”

“Things?” João says, his smile growing on one side. “I like ‘things’.”

“Ah— It’s nothing special,” Abel feels a need to emphasise all the same.

Yet João tells him, “You came to see me, make sure I’m okay. That’s special enough for me.”

Face well and truly warm, Abel slowly finds himself easing. João once more prompts him to go inside the apartment with him, and this time, there is no pause, no hesitation,

Over the next two hours, they have that hot drink. Abel makes João a quick dinner to help him save his energy (though João insists on supervising the cooking), and they end up settling together under that nice thick blanket as João puts a film on at Abel’s suggestion.

“Are you sure you want to stay? I don’t want you to get ill too,” the brunet says as he settles down with a box of tissues in his lap, a Dutchman at his side.

“Would I be here,” Abel returns, “if I wasn’t sure?”

João tuts and grumbles. Abel apologises, and excuses himself to go and maybe make a fresh drink before the film starts, but then the other grabs his hand and stops him before he can get up.

“Please… Stay…” João asks of him. “Stay with me…”

And how could Abel deny him? If it will make him feel better, then it is the least he can do.

[ full fic collection on ao3! ]

#helia writes #hws netherlands #hws portugal #nedport #hetalia #officially working on the winter prompts now :3c but i haaaad to get this one done for my sanity #so sof :3cc #thank you anon for requesting!

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abiiors · 1 year

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imagine an interview where the interviewer spends a day with matty and he talks about his relationship with the reader (they have been together for awhile but they are very private)

So I’m imagining something like the Zane Lowe interview because I ADORE Zane Lowe! And they’re just having a nice conversation about everything; from growing up a nepo baby to the roots of the band to his personal struggles to his relationship with the boys and Zane brings up the fact that he’s been looking and acting quite happy lately and Matty sorta just blushes and debates if he should say it because you both have been so private about it until now. Maybe it’s because you’re not someone who’s used to fame or someone who really values privacy or simply just someone who doesn’t want other people in their business but he knows that as long as he’s not being too revealing with the details you’d be okay with it. So he just bites his lip like “well…there is someone 🤭” and he doesn’t mean to but Matty gets quite giggly talking about you because he feels really giddy and a bit like a teenager when he’s around you or thinking about you and Zane just goes “hmmm how interesting” but he doesn’t prod because he is someone who makes people feel comfortable in his presence (can you tell why I adore him?) but also now Matty can’t stop thinking about you and he really has to bite his tongue not to just word vomit in this interview because oh god he’s so smitten. He’s just like “well…we haven’t really discussed going public yet because she’s a private person and I want to respect that but yea, you can see I’m quite happy so that’s that” and the conversation moves from there a bit where Matty talks about how long you’ve been going out (almost a year now, he still can’t quite believe it yet and oh god he still needs to plan your anniversary surprise and think about the perfect gift which is a problem; not because he has no idea but because he has too many ideas and he wonders if 12 gifts for the 12 months you’ve been together is too much or just perfect and well now he’s distracted in the middle of an interview till he hears his name being called a second time) and Zane simply smiles and asks if they should take a break. Matty debates because god this is so unprofessional but he ends up saying yes. As soon as he’s left alone, his phone is out and he’s dialling your number!!! You pick up, sounding slightly out of breath because you’ve been out running errands and also a bit surprised because you thought he was supposed to be swamped today. But he just winces slightly and says that he’s hinted about your existence which makes you smile a bit. And then launches into the whole tale, sounding more and more apologetic because now he’s second guessing it and he wonders if you’re going to be mad at him for not respecting your privacy but you’re just like “babe it’s okay, as long as my full name is not out there I’m completely okay with you talking about me once in a while” and he’s just !!!oh???!!!so now I can talk about you???!!! Because now he has official permission and he’s about to make it everybody’s problem 😌

#asks #the 1975 #matty healy #giggling about this hihi

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✩ — Realize.

synopsis — Ever since you were buried, Mark would go talk to your tombstone every day, till it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays.

notes — this is a pt 2 of the first fanfic I made (that I actually posted…) but, hoping you’d enjoy this monstrosity of a comforting but a little angsty fanfic:)

part 1 — https://www.tumblr.com/lousieee/737588964323721216/christmas-without-you?source=share

word count — 870

“I’m sorry love, I really tried.”

“I wanted to be better for you, I’m even sorry I had this illness, [ Name ], I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, I didn’t want to visit the funeral. I didn’t want to hurt your family as bad as I hurt you. It has been a few weeks since I haven’t seen you, and dear, I had a few episodes so I decided not to go outside ever since then because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’d kill once again to have you here, taking care of me, loving me like you used to. Anyways love, I’m a few weeks clean from smoking! Can you believe that? Cool right? You couldn’t believe it right? Back then, you used to nag me about smoking, not knowing it really changed the way I acted. I'm sorry for how I acted back then when you tried to stop me, I was too addicted to it. It hurted you more than it hurted me. I really wish that we could talk and I’d tell you all the other thoughts that I had after I had hurt you. Like, when I slapped you really hard because you were worried that I’d be hurt if I went outside, alone to smoke. You were in tears, but I never liked seeing you cry.”

“Hey again love, I made another milestone today, I’m one year clean, woohoo.. But that’s also almost one year without you. I miss you. Alot. I’m sorry I haven't been visiting you lately, I’m rarely available for anything since I have found a job. I'm working as a corporate slave, even if it doesn’t pay as much as I used to earn. Anyways, how are you up there? Does heaven treat you better than the way I did? Are you doing alright? I really wanna know how you’re doing.. Please come back. I wanna see you again. I don’t wanna talk to a tombstone anymore, please come back to me… But, my illness has gotten better, and there is a possibility for my illness to heal. Y’know I should have listened to ya, I drink my meds often now just like how you used to tell me to drink it yet, my stubborn self declines it.. I hope you’re proud of me. I love you, happy birthday.”

“Hi again, lovey. Happy anniversary to us! Can’t bear not seeing you for another day again, well love… I got promoted to a higher position in the company I work for. I now earn 6 digits in dollars and my illness is getting better day by day and yet, I still ean’t forget you. Come back to me love. My door’s always open, I miss you. I’m currently having trouble sleeping, if only you could sing me a lullaby, I’d sleep like a baby… Haha… If only I could find a way for you to be with me, I’d immediately do so, I’d do all I can just to be with you and feel your touch. I want to lay down in bed with you as we stare into the night sky, whispering sweet nothings into our ears as we both fall asleep in each other’s touch. As your eyes, so mesmerizing fall into mine, touch that’s ever so smoothing, makes me wonder… Why I ever did that to you. Why did I ever say those things if I knew it hurt you, mad intentions, I’ve always thought that, what if I never hurt you? What would we be if I never said or did these things. [ Name ], it wasn’t you, baby it was me. Our relationship wasn’t as good as I expected and interpreted it to be, it’s all my fault. I know you just wanted something to be sought, because lovey, just come back… I want to see you again. I’d even kill myself just to be with you.”

“Merry Christmas in heaven, lovey. How are you up there? It’s officially your first death anniversary, yay, but not really. I don’t feel like ranting about anything today love, I feel uneasy all of the time. I couldn’t understand why I get this feeling, but I feel less productive doing anything and it’s affecting me. I feel as if I need more help, the medications feel like nothing.. Love, please come back, you know I miss you so bad… I love you so much.. I’ll be there soon, I just know.”

He was never healthy. You always knew.

He loved you, you always knew.

He forced himself to stay strong for you, but you… Didn’t know.

— January 1, 12:15 am

He comitted suicide, having high hopes that you will be together.

Though he did it with hope, he was never certain... Would you two still be together in the afterlife..?

#mark twain bsd #mark twain x gn reader #bsd mark twain #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader

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gumbxz · 2 years

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

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robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi—“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

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this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #Spotify #afro latina reader #angst #unrequited love

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Maniac [Prologue]

Monologue

I fucked up again.

Before I knew it, it was already too late.

My magic had already flurried out of control,

to the point where I could no longer stop it,

and with her being right next to me in that moment,

I had to use everything still left in me just to save her.

Once again,

I had sent the manor flying.

When I snapped back to my senses, the others had passed out on the ground,

so I left her unconscious body behind,

and left.

Because I simply did not want,

to have to face anyone at that time...

However, there were only so many places,

I could go to.

So without another choice left,

I headed towards the Sakamaki castle in the Demon World.

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Sakamaki castle

Ayato: Haah...I’m bored out of my mind...

Oi, I actually came back here for once. Don’t you have anythin’ to keep me entertained?

Butler: That’s easier said than done...

Ayato: Che, you’re useless. Guess that part of you hasn’t changed since I was a kid.

...Haah.

Butler: Ayato-sama...

Ayato: Ah? What?

Butler: I realize that this is none of my business, but should you not go check up on the situation in the human world?

Ayato: Haah? And why would I have to do that?

Butler: Why, you ask...? I mean, all of this happened because of...

Ayato: Fuck off! Those guys are to blame for opposin’ me in the first place, no?

Butler: However...As you can tell, the Demon World is currently facing times of uncertainty.

We do not know when other species might come and attack this Castle either.

If that were to happen, I believe you might have to rely on the help of your brothers. Therefore...

Ayato: Hah...Don’t be ridiculous.

What exactly would they be able to do for me? Unlike me, they’re practically powerless.

Butler: Ayato-sama...

Ayato: If you continue spoutin’ that bullcrap, you’ll have to face the consequences as well.

Some other species will come and attack us? Very funny...I’d like to see them try.

I’m the King. Nobody can beat me.

I see no issue, do you? Who cares if those guys are around or not. I’m the only one that matters.

Do you understand that!?

Butler: ...

Ayato: Hmph...

( So he finally went quiet? The Old Fart needs to learn to shut up... )

( Brothers, my ass. ...They went against me. So they deserve whatever happens to them. )

( But...I wonder how Chichinashi is doing...? I left her behind in the heat of the moment. )

...

ー Ayato heads towards the door

Butler: ...Where are you going?

Ayato: Oh fuck off. Why does that matter? The human world, okay!?

Butler: ...! Then...

Ayato: Che. Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea now. I don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout those jerks!

I just accidentally left Chichinashi behind, that’s all.

I’m sure that havin’ her by my side will help keep me a bit more entertained. That’s why I’m gonna go pick her up.

Besides, she actually had the nerve to try and protect Reiiji and the others.

I better give her a thorough punishment. Hehe...

ー Ayato leaves

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor

Subaru: Nn...

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun...! Thank god...!

Subaru: ...Where am I?

Yui: Um, it’s a long story...

Monologue

I told Subaru-kun,

about everything which had happened till now.

The place we were brought to,

was Kino-kun’s manor.

These past couple of days,

I spent taking care of the guys’ injuries.

This proved to be fruitful when first Reiji-san,

and shortly after Shuu-san, both regained consciousness.

I do not know,

what became of the Sakamaki manor after we left.

Nor what happened to Ayato-kun,

who has seemingly vanished off the surface of this earth,

ever since that dayーー

ー Kino enters the room

Kino: Hey, how’s it going over here? How are the remaining three doing?

Yui: Yeah, Subaru-kun finally woke up...

Shuu-san is still in bed, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain or feeling sick.

Kino: Hmm, I see. ...That just leaves...

Yui: ( Kanato-kun and Laito-kun... )

ー Reiji walks up to them

Reiji: Those two were standing closest to him, so they took the biggest blow.

They may be Vampires, but I fear that it might take a while before they regain consciousness again.

Yui: ...

( Kanato-kun, Laito-kun...I’m obviously worried about them too. But... )

( I’m even more worried about what Ayato-kun is up to... )

Reiji-san, um...

Reiji: ...Yes?

Yui: ...No, it’s nothing.

( I’m pretty sure that Reiji-san blames Ayato-kun for this whole ordeal... )

( And perhaps it is his fault. But, I... )

( I still believe that we should listen to Ayato-kun’s side of the story as well... )

( He was already beating himself up internally... )

( On top of that, they all ganged up on him like that...I’m sure he... )

Kino: Aah, speaking of which. The ghouls I asked to investigate the situation have returned just now.

Apparently Ayato is staying at the Sakamaki castle in the Demon World right now.

Yui: ...Really!?

Kino: Why would I lie about it? It’s true. Apparently he was making a scene about being ‘bored by himself’.

Yui: ( Thank god...He’s safe and sound... )

Reiji: I see. He truly is carefree.

By the way, Kino...you said your name was? There is something I would like to ask you.

Kino: Me? What is it?

Reiji: According to what she told me, you introduced yourself as Father’s illegitimate child.

Is that true?

Kino: ...What do you think?

Reiji: Well, knowing what kind of person Father was, I would not be surprised if he had one or two of those running around.

Furthermore...From what I have seen, your magic is nothing to scoff at either.

I suppose it would make sense for you to be of special descent.

Kino: Hmm, I see...

Reiji: While I am not quite sure about your personal objectives, you did provide us with shelter and care at the very least.

So for now, I do not see any reason to perceive you as a threat. ...For the timebeing, at least.

Kino: Fufu...I’m glad you’re quick to catch on, Reiji.

From what I’ve seen, you always keep your head cool and rarely ever make the wrong judgements.

I wonder why Karlheinz decided to choose Ayato over you?

Reiji: Good question. Knowing Father, he must have done so with a certain reason in mind?

That being said, I fail to understand what that reason could have been as well.

Kino: ...Fufu. I mean, makes sense...

Hey, from what I’ve heard, Karlheinz had the ability to look into the future, right?

I wonder if he really did? In that case, he might have chosen Ayato because he foresaw a good future by doing so.

Reiji: Kino, let me ask just one thing. You never personally met Father?

Kino: Yup, never.

Reiji: So in other words...

Kino: You think that perhaps Karlheinz was unaware of my existence?

Reiji: Well, pretty much.

Kino: I’m not sure? But if he was able to see the future, then wouldn’t it only make sense for him to know?

Well, if that’s the case, I really wish he would have found me and ‘added me to his inventory’ (1) as soon as possible.

Reiji: Like you just said, he should have definitely known.

In which case, it must have been a deliberate decision to not have you raised alongside us.

Kino: ...

Yui: ( ...Deliberate? What does he mean with that...? )

Reiji: Well then, let us move to the main topic at hand.

Kino: Main topic?

Reiji: Yes. Why did you rescue us?

Kino: You’re asking that now? I mean, we’re brothers, aren’t we? On paper, at least.

You acknowledged that as well, didn’t you? I’m pretty sure you said so earlier?

Reiji: I see. So you offered your help out of nothing but goodwill, as our brother.

Then may I ask why exactly you have your Ghouls supervise us 24/7?

Yui: Eh...?

( Supervise...? What is he talking about...? )

Kino: Fufu. Oh geez. You noticed...?

Actually. I was asked...by a certain someone to keep an eye on you guys over here.

Reiji: A certain someone, you say...? I suppose you will not spill the beans so easily.

Kino: No, not really? ...Right, Ruki?

Reiji: ...?

Yui: ...?

( What did he say just now...? )

ー Ruki enters the room

Ruki: Long time no see.

Yui: Ruki-kun...!?

Reiji: Hooh...Who do we have here? Now that was unexpected.

Well then, Ruki...Are you the one who ordered this man to keep an eye on us?

Ruki: Well, I guess I did.

It will take some time to explain everything. Let us sit down and talk.

Monologue

After I took a seat on the sofa,

Ruki-kun began to explain one by one.

About the fact that Eden has been continuing to break down,

ever since Karlheinz-san’s passing.

As well as,

all of the unsettling developments surrounding the sovereignty over the Demon World.

According to what Ruki-kun told us,

all of these problems are taking place,

because Ayato-kun, as the heir to the throne,

has failed to wield his powers correctly.

Perhaps Ruki-kun is speaking the truth.

However, I was saddened by his words.

Because I realized,

that this meant that yet another person,

had lost faith in Ayato-kun...

Ruki: It was none other than Karlheinz-sama himself who selected Ayato as his successor.

Not once have I gone against that man’s will up till now.

That was because I strongly believed that he would always make the right decision.

However...I feel like this might be the one time I will actually have to disagree with him.

Allow me to be frank.

Keeping a whole clan together by means of absolute power and authority in a way Karlheinz-sama did, is simply beyond Ayato’s capabilities.

Yui: ...

Ruki: Eden is crumbling down with each passing day. This shows that he is still inexperienced as the new King.

And of course, I am not the only one who has taken notice of this.

Any outside parties wishing to claim sovereignty themselves, see the absence of the one man who ruled with an iron fist up until now, as their chance, obviously.

I am quite certain that a united force between the Vibora, Wolves and Alders will come to attack Eden any day now.

Furthermore...It is not only other Demonic species which would like to bring us Vampires to their downfall.

Reiji: What do you mean?

Ruki: The Church. They have never been too thrilled about Demons gradually migrating to the human world.

Especially in regards to Vampires. After all...

As long as we are around, the Church will have to continue to provide new sacrificial lambs. Just like that woman once was.

Yui: ( Sacrificial lambs... )

Ruki: Using this opportunity, the Church has allegedly been making plans to rid the human world of all Vampires.

I have to say that I did not expect to cross paths with this guy during my investigation on their movements.

Reiji: This man...? Well then...Kino, are you perhaps working with the Church...?

Kino: Well, I guess you could say that. But don’t get the wrong idea. All I wanted was cash.

You need money to survive in this world after all. Especially a guy like myself, who is different from you all, you understand?

That’s why I made them a proposal.

I figured they would want a Demon on their side as well. And sure enough, my plan worked perfectly.

I told them that my resistance group called ‘The Ravens’, consisting of myself as well as the Ghouls under my command would wipe out all Demons.

And what do you know? They handed me the money right away. They’ve been a great help to me. Fufu.

Yui: ( Wipe out all Demons...? Then... )

Kino-kun, when it comes to the Vampires, will you eventually...?

Kino: I will kill them. I made a promise after all.

I guess in that regard, having someone like Ayato as the current King actually saves me a lot of trouble.

That’s why, that guy...Richter, I believe? I needed to get him out of the way first and foremost.

Yui: ...!

Reiji: I see. So it was you who murdered him.

Kino: I had no other choice, did I? I wouldn’t want to lower my own chances by letting him have a mentor to teach him.

But well...With how things were going, perhaps keeping Richter alive might have not altered the situation much.

Yui: ( Kino-kun...He’s talking as if this is all fun and games... )

( I don’t want to listen to this any longer... )

ー Yui gets up from her seat

Kino: Huh? Where are you going?

Yui: ...I need a moment.

ー She leaves the room

Yui: ( Even Ruki-kun is opposed to Ayato-kun being King... )

( I can’t believe that so much trouble went down in the Demon World while we were staying in the human world... )

( However, according to what I was told earlier, in the human world there’s the people of the Church who want to target the Vampires...? )

( Everyone’s in danger... )

( On top of that, Kino-kun is one of them. At this rate, who knows when he’ll decide to strike... )

...

( Thoughts are running wild inside my head...I have no calm down... )

...I suppose I’ll go get some fresh air.

*Creaak*

Yui: ( ...The Church, huh...? )

( I wonder what Father is up to right now...? )

( I feel uneasy for some reason... )

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Yui: ...Haah.

???: Oh! I finally found you!

Yui: ...!?

Ayato: I’ve come to pick you up, Chichinashi. Now come here!

*Rustle*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun!? Why are you here...!?

( According to what I was told earlier, he should be at the Castle in the Demon World... )

Ayato: ...? Didn’t I just explain that I’m here to pick you up? So let’s get outta here already.

*Rustle*

Yui: O-One second...!

Ayato: Ah? What’s the problem? I actually went out of my way to come fetch you.

The other guys are inside too, right? Guess I have no other choice but to take them along as well.

Yui: B-But...! Earlier, Reji-san said...!

ー Yui recalls his words

Then may I ask why exactly you have your Ghouls supervise us 24/7?

Yui: Eh...?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( If we’re not careful, then I’m sure... )

Ayato: I mean, there’s definitely something or someone there. I can sense their presence.

I guess for now, I’ll just take you back home with me.

They’re Vampires, so I’m sure they’ll find a way out by themselves. Anyway, off we go!

Yui: We can’t do that! Besides, Kanato-kun and Laito-kun haven’t even regained consciousness yet!

( If I make the selfish decision right here and the others get hurt as a result, then...! )

Ayato: ...Kanato and Laito...? Really?

Yui: Yes. Also, lots of things happened and the owner of this manor is someone we shouldn’t take lightly! So...

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ...?

Ayato: The fuck? What’s up with these birds...?

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( Crows...They’re steadily gathering... )

*Woosh*

Yui: ( ...They’re turning into humanoid creatures one after the other...!? )

Male Ghoul A: Sorry to break it to you, but we cannot allow you to leave this place.

Male Ghoul B: That is Kino-sama’s order.

Ayato: Aah? Who the fuck is Kino...?

Anyway, I ain’t takin’ orders from you bastards! Chichinashi, let’s go!

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Ayato: Hang on tight!

Yui: Y-You can’t, Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Shut the fuck up!

Male Ghoul A: Wait! ...Haah!!

ー One of the Ghouls attacks Ayato

*Rustle*

*STAB*

Ayato: Guh!?

Yui: Ayato-kun!

( His hand...! )

Ayato: Che, anyway, let’s dip for now!

Male Ghoul B: You shall not get away.

ー Ayato leaps into the air

*Flap flap flap*

Monologue

While shaking off an immeasurable number of crows,

we somehow managed to flee into the Demon World.

Our destination is Eden.

However, this place had changed so much,

compared to how I remembered it,

it might as well have been an entirely different place.

Ruki-kun’s words repeat inside my head,

popping up before fading again.

The reason behind this decay,

is Ayato-kun’s emotional state.

When I think of it that way,

I suddenly felt overwhelmed, not knowing what to do.

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Ayato: That annoyin’ Old Fart will be there if we return to the Sakamaki Castle so let’s stay here for the time being.

ー Ayato shudders

Ayato: Ugh...

Yui: ...Everything alright?

Ayato: Yeah...Fuck, what’s goin’ on...?

I feel as if the closer I get to Eden, the worse the pain gets...

Yui: A-Anyway, we have to treat your injury...

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Kou: Welcome back, Ruki-kun~! ...Wait, huh?

Azusa: Ayato-san and...Eve...?

Yuma: What brings ya two here!?

Ayato: ...!? Why...? Actually, why are you all here!?

Doin’ whatever you damn please, huh!?

Kou: Not at all. We made sure to get Reiji-kun’s approval beforehand.

Ayato: Haah!? Fuck off! I’m the head of this household!

If you wanna ask for permission, you should come to me instead of Rei...Ugh...

Yui: Ayato-kun...!?

Ayato: ...Kuh...Aah...!

ー He suddenly collapses

*Thud*

Yui: ...! Hang in there!

( He hasn’t been himself this whole time...What on earth happened...!? )

Azusa: Your hand...Are you injured...?

Ayato: Fuck...! Aah...Aaah...!

Yuma: ...O-Oi. I have no fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on, but for now, let’s carry the guy to a bedroom.

Kou: Y-Yeah...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to one of the guest rooms

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun’s asleep. Thank god...Seems like he calmed down a little... )

( Anyway...I can’t believe he seemed to be in so much pain... )

( The Crows who injured him had been asked to keep an eye on us by Kino-kun. )

( Looking at it like that, I’m worried about the others who are still left behind in the human world... )

( May they please stay safe... )

Ayato: Nn...

Yui: Ah, Ayato-kun...Are you okay? Did I wake you up?

Ayato: Nah, I feel a whole lot better than before...

Anyway, what was up with those Crows from earlier...? The fuck is goin’ on in the human world?

Yui: ...

Ayato-kun, will you listen to me without getting worked up?

At this rate, everyone will be at risk.

I’m no expert when it comes to the Demon World,

but now that Karlheinz-san is gone,

I heard that there are various groups of people who would love to get rid of the Vampires.

Ayato: Haah? Who are those bastards!? I’ll send them flyin’ with my powers right away!

*Rustle*

Yui: Wait, Ayato-kun! That won’t do!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Shut up! It’d solve all issues at once, no!?

Yui: No it won’t! You can try and force them into submission all you want, but you’d only be postponing the problem!

Don’t you remember what happened in regards to your own family!? In the end, nothing has been resolved at all...!

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( If anything...It only left both parties more frustrated as they repeatedly make the same mistakes... )

Ayato: Then...What are you sayin’ I should do!?

Yui: Ayato-kun, please...Just calm down and listen to me....

I don’t think that you’re to blame for everything.

Besides, I’m sure that you’re suffering in a way that only those who have those powers can understand...

Ayato: ...

Yui: But you know...Do you really think that continuing to be stubborn about it, will solve the issue?

Do you truly believe that everything will get resolved once you learn to control your powers?

( Of course not... )

Being strong is meaningless if you don’t have the support of others to back you up.

I don’t want you to become a selfish King like that.

After all, I know just how kind you truly are deep down...

That’s why you came for me. Right?

Ayato: Tsk...

Yui: It’s not just about me either. When it comes to your brothers...

You’re actually worried about them, aren’t you?

Ayato: ...

Oh shut up...Say whatever you want...

ー He turns around

Ayato: ...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...I believe in you. I’m sure you’ll come to understand... )

( If you do, then Reiji-san and Ruki-kun will also... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Kino uses the term ピックアップ or ‘pikku appu’ here, which makes it sound like you’re picking up an item in a game, rather than picking up a real person (in which case you’d use the term 迎えに来る or ‘mukae ni kuru’). While ‘picked me up’ would have been just as accurate of a translation here, I wanted to preserve this little detail in his speech and go for a game-specific expression as well.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leayatomaniacprolog

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In Hiding || E.M.

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Eddie doesn’t want anyone to find out about your relationship out of fear that someone could ruin it. But, it’s doing more damage than good.

WARNINGS: None, i think? Fluff though :3

WORD COUNT: 2.1 k

(note: the “every woman in the world” part has to be my favorite part! If you guys want more stories where people admit feelings over a song, please let me know. Cause, it’s a different level of fluff.)

Eddie and you were a sweet little anomaly in this town of Hawkins. Granted, you and him were always friends before you two became lovers, even though he was a few years older than you. Two years to be exact.

When the two of you were younger, his uncle and your father shared several hobbies together. They would bring the two of you along since they thought having kids near to each other’s age would mean the two of you would get along. And inevitably, it did. The two of you became buddies that bonded over nonsensical things that kids usually bonded over.

As you both got older, He got into D&D which, in extension, made you get interested too. Not mainly because you liked the game, but because it meant spending time with Eddie. It didn’t really matter that you naturally ended up with the popular kids and he ended up being an outcast. You didn’t care about it in the least.

But Eddie did, he didn’t wanna ruin your perfect image. He wasn’t fond of the idea that his presence could ruin your reputation.

What would Hawkins High think if they saw Sophomore Y/n and Senior Eddie?

Nevertheless, you told him you would never stop hanging out with him. No matter how many mouths talk.

But, he protested. Stating that if you both hangout at school, he would ruin your reputation. Despite the amount of times you pointed out that you didn’t care, you caved in and agreed to his suggestion that the two of you only hang out outside school.

But if he was being honest with himself…

He was absolutely in love with you, though. How could he not be in love with you? You made him happy, you laughed at all his jokes (even the corny ones), you flashed the damn smile, you had the prettiest face, you stayed up late with him to talk about anything and everything.

Of course, he’d be in love with you.

What he didn’t know was, you did all this because you were head over heels in love with him, too. That you did all of these things because you wanted to see him smile and hear those stupid jokes of his. Anything to spend more time with him.

So that’s how you ended up here, in his trailer home. Arguing about music, yet again. He tolerated your music taste, while you also tolerated his.

“Eddiee, Air Supply is just a different breed of music.” You shoved the tape in front of his face. You were 15 now, and a now 17 year old Eddie who was definitely not an Air Supply fan.

He grabs the tape from your hand and replaces it with a Pantera tape. “This is a different breed, not this.” He shook your tape and was about to throw it aside.

“Hey!” You grab it frantically. Causing Eddie to raise an eyebrow at you while chuckling at your childish reaction.

“Sorry?” He was unsure if he should apologize or not, the two of you have been rowdy for awhile.

Instead of answering, you stood up from his bed and walked over to the cassette tape radio, clunking in your tape before playing ‘Every Woman in the World’.

The familiar guitar riff entered both your ears, echoing between you and Eddie’s ears before your eyes met. “Let me change your mind.” Extending your hand for him to reach.

He reluctantly grabs your hand, forcing him to stand up. You pulled him in and made his hand grab your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It’s such a crazy old town

It can drag you down

Till you run out of dreams…

You had absolutely no idea why you were doing this. Maybe it was to prove a stupid point about your music taste or maybe it was just cause you wanted to finally tell him how you feel.

“Okay sure their songs are… tolerable.” He blows a raspberry while he tries to look anywhere but your face. One look, being this close to you– then he’s over for.

So you party all night to the music and lights

But you don't know what happiness means…

You weren’t having it, so you tilt his head down to look at you. “Tolerable?” A wide smile plastered all over your face.

He practically got weak in the knees as he saw how pretty your eyes looked in this crappy lighting in his room. “Y-yeah, okay sure… it’s pretty… pretty great.”

A small giggle escapes your lips at his stutter. “Pretty great, indeed.”

I was dancing in the dark with strangers

No love around me

When suddenly you found me, oh

“Girl you’re every woman in the world, to me…” To your surprise, Eddie began singing the iconic track, even if it was just below a whisper. Your eyes widen while your eyebrows raise at his sudden singing.

“Yeah okay, I may have listened to this… a few- a few times.” He admits, looking a bit defeated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah don’t get your pretty little head in a twist.”

He usually did call you pretty or gorgeous, or even beautiful. But something about the whole atmosphere, the music, the dim lighting of his room and the sweet closeness of Eddie’s perfume.

“You think I’m pretty?” You didn’t know it but Eddie did, your pretty eyes looked like they could melt the sun.

He wasn’t sure how to respond. Of course you were pretty; downright goddess level, if you were asking him. It was a bit too much on his part, so he just tried to answer you directly. “I- Y/n, of course… I always have.”

A soft smile peeked through your lips.

Girl, you're every woman in the world to me

“You’re pretty, too. You know that?” Your hand pushed back a few strands of his dark curly locks away. Both your hearts thumped and your lips trembled. Needing nothing more than to just pull each other’s lips close.

Before both of you knew it, your lips connected. His soft kisses felt like heaven, so deep and meaningful. Like he had been wanting this for ages; since he very much did.

The kiss didn’t last as long as it should’ve. Leaving the two of you thirsty for more as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“What was that?” You asked at the same time. Making you both giggle at the ridiculousness of it all.

You answered before he could, “I guess… I’ve been in love with you for a while now, Eddie.”

You're everything I need, you're everything to me

“Well, I guess I’ve been in love with you for a while now, too.”

Oh girl~

-> 2 years later

Fast forward, Eddie has repeated Senior year twice. Now 20, while you were 18. It was actually nice to be in the same class with one another.

Even though you two have been dating ever since that night in Eddie’s room, you have both kept it under wraps. He said it was best to keep it hidden, so no one would dare to shit on or ruin it.

It wasn’t because he wasn’t proud to have you. He can’t even get enough of you. It was just Eddie being scared of the consequences that would happen if they find out the freaky Eddie Munson was with teen royalty, Y/n Y/l/n.

Boys would be constantly telling you why he shouldn’t be your boyfriend and why you should leave him. Or at least that’s what he thought.

So it was a damn shame because today wouldn’t turn around.

It had been a shitty morning since he woke up late and had to shower in cold water since they ran out of hot water. He also tripped as he entered the school hall, making people laugh and make fun of him. Which, again, isn’t a nice situation to be in.

Top it off with the nice little fact that because of this whole ass situation you two were keeping, another guy asked you out for the upcoming dance, yesterday.

And Eddie insisted that you go.

“Go, it’ll keep us hidden and people wouldn’t even think twice about us.”

“Eddie, I don’t want to-”

“Come on babe, it’s just prom. No biggie.”

But it was yes biggie.

So when you saw him there, in between the hallway with his head hanging low. You were itching to approach him, wanting to cuddle him and ask what was wrong. But before you could, he spots you and raises a hand to prevent you from moving.

With a sigh you shook your head and redirected your footsteps towards the cafeteria. Sitting with your friends, the cheer team and the basketball team. You kept your eyes wandering between them and your boyfriend.

Enjoying his little mannerisms as he spoke to his friends, the hellfire club. You swore you would just sit with them and sit with EddieC hut unfortunately, you couldn’t.

“…OR paaartiieess…” You see him atop the cafeteria table, pointing out the different groups that were so quick to judge him. People who have been bugging him all day.

“OR GAMES WHERE YOU SHOOT BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!” Eddie looks over to the table where you're situated, which makes Jason stand up offensively.

“YOU WANT SOMETHING FREAK?”

“Jason!” You scold him from the side, making him look down at you before looking back up at Eddie who throws a big grin with his tongue out and his hands forming horns.

Jason ignores it when he sees you eyeing him, non-verbally telling him to sit his ass down.

Unfortunately that didn’t stop Eddie from continuing his tirade. He stomps on the table again, “All of you are equally freaks! Just too afraid to let it out.”

Shaking your head, and having absolutely none of this attitude right now. You stood up and walked over to Eddie, who was now looking down at you. “Get down from there.” You demanded.

All of the eyes in the cafeteria were on both of you. Eddie pretended not to know you or at least not care about your existence, despite the fact that you were kissing his lips last night.

“Edward Munson if you don’t get down there right now-”

“Oooooh.” The cafeteria erupts.

“Oh miss Y/l/n, to what do I owe-” You smacked his feet forcing him to jump down. You stare at him for a good while before pinching his ears to pull him to the empty hallway.

You didn’t care that much about what the rest of the school was thinking. All you wanted to do was get to the bottom of the reason your dearest Eddie was acting this way.

Once the two of you were outside the hallway you let go of his ear. “Shit! Babe, why the ear??” He gently massaged his ear trying to ease the pain.

“I’m sorry Eddie but you’ve been acting weird all day! What’s wrong?” You crossed your arms and looked up at your disheveled boyfriend.

“Nothings wrong!”

“Something’s definitely wrong.”

“No!”

“Edward…”

“Ehhhhh.”

You eyed him while squinting, trying your hardest to read your boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, you were too capable of convincing him and making him spit out his true emotions.

“Okay fine babe, I don’t want you to go to that dance with that guy. I mean he isn’t even a good basketball player! Plus, you’re my baby! You’re mine! And I’m sorry if I said I was okay with it, I’ve been thinking about it and it’s not okay! I don’t want anyone to go on a stupid date with my baby!”

Eddie was able to say all that in a single breath. He was going to be absolutely honest, he didn’t want you to go on a date with that jock. Even though he agreed to it, he was just lying.

“Eddie…” You opened your arms wide to pull him in for a hug. “Come here, my big baby.” He buried his face into the nape of your neck, slouching as his arms reached around your waist.

“Don’t go with him.” You can hear his pout as his words tickle against your neck.

“I already told him no.” You whispered back, kissing the side of his cheek.

He lightened up quickly, standing up straight as he looked down at you. “You did?”

With a soft nod from you, he felt his heart brighten up. Wanting nothing more than to just slap himself for acting like an idiot.

Due to the fact that the two of you were lost in each other’s words, you heard someone knock the lockers beside you. “Yoohoo.” Chrissy waves as Jason stood next to her. While the rest of the fucking school remained peaking by the cafeteria swinging doors.

“Oh God.” Eddie exclaims, running his fingers through his hair as his cheeks turn red due to embarrassment.

“You know, Y/n, we would get weirded out by the fact that you’re dating… him.” He gestures up and down towards Eddie. “But, you guys are so mushy, it’s honestly the worst.” Jason scrunches his face causing the others to giggle at the sight.

Shaking your head you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh, I’ll show you mushy.” Pulling your boyfriend down to your lips, giving Hawkins high a show to see. Prompting a mix of claps, groans and sighs.

Eddie whispers onto your lips, “This might not be the best idea.”

Which made you smile at him, “I don’t care.”

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#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

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