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the-warmesthello · 2 years

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owen's family/siblings hcs

a couple of hcs about owen's family bc im sick and need to write these down before the delirium fades and i completely forget all of this.

PRE-POSTING EDIT: i'm better now. i did, in fact, forget all of this and am piecing it back together. this isn't fully sick me's vision, but it is what i think.

PRE-POSTING EDIT EDIT: wow this is so fucking long why am i incapable of being normal about this. btw just realised that these r ocs. im making ocs. i didn't think of them as ocs up until now, just as literally what his family's like the same way canon is what his adult life's like, but i made spies are forever ocs and you will hear about them. this message brought to you by me a week after i started making this post.

this is the springboard for all my stuff about owen's family. in this post i'm only focussing on childhood except where i think i might forget. my barb-owen lavender marriage au is based on inheritance fraud regarding these specific people. i might contradict myself later, but probably not.

trigger warnings: emotionally abusive family, ableism, parent death, traumatic/accidental death, trauma and its aftermath, child labour exploitation i think?, war undertones, abusive school experiences, one mention of anti-welsh sentiment, implied antisemitism. if you want to skip the worst of the death bit, skip the 3rd point under C.

very long also putting in bigger tags so don't want to force people to see triggering stuff, so it's under a read more.

parents

father's (b. 1895) side of the family is old money. very proudly welsh in the way of language and history, but they're politically aligned with the crown. all tories, except for a cousin that started voting plaid cymru in 1927 and was disowned. father has a strong desire for a well-rounded, educated, "manly gentleman" for a son, the same as what his father wanted. lineage is everything for the carvours. that's how it's always been.

mother (1904-1942) was jewish. her family immigrated to swansea when her parents were both children ('they met on the boat over, and it was love at first sight', mother would tell them). they integrated and became comfortably wealthy, though by what means mother never told. when she told her parents she wanted to marry a goy who wouldn't consider conversion, they fought, and even though they made up, the relationship stayed stunted.

sibling intro

owen had 3 siblings growing up: an older brother (by 6 years, A), a younger sister (by 4 years, B), and a younger brother (by 10 years, C).

someone help me with their names i'm tired. some ideas i have: - A (edit: alan reese carvour) i want to be a name that i would associate with an older guy, with fewer spelling-related ties to welsh than his younger siblings. alan, reese, trevor/trev, gavin, brian, edwin/ed - B (edit: catrin avalon carvour) i want to be similar to the name owen, one that's clearly welsh/a welsh variant if you think about it but enough of a common name that it's not super obvious to foreigners. gwen, catrin/cadi, megan, nia, enid, avalon/ava, rhiannon (cant use gwen unless owen's trans and he chose a name similar to his sister's on purpose) - C (edit: dafydd arthur carvour) i want to have a welsh spelling of a name that could be anglicised easily, should he wish. dafydd/dai, gwilym, arthur, daryn, harri

A was born in the may of 1924 while the carvours were still living in london. mother and father had recently married, and mother was young and didn't have very much support outside of her in-laws, who resented her for reasons A will never understand.

he'd always been kind of a troublemaker, throwing things and screaming and colouring all over the nursery wall, but his father didn't bother trying to fix any of it because 'boys will be boys', and his mother used to try but gave up easily when he preferred his father to her because 'forcing someone to like you better never works'.

due to this, he never really learned how to cope with emotions in a healthy way and often "embarrassed" his parents with his public emotional outbursts. only then did his father care how he acted, but the sudden rule change didn't make sense. he picked up on that shame and internalised it deeply, becoming defensive whenever someone suggested another idea to him.

probably has some kind of undiagnosed thing, but nobody ever took him to be tested when he was young, by the time he was old enough to communicate that it was a problem he didn't like either, everyone had already written him off as manipulative and beyond saving.

so he stopped caring. if he did something wrong, he was a horrible little brat. if he tried to do what people asked, they said he was trying to get something out of them.

eventually, his parents (or at least his mother) improved somewhat, but at that point he wanted nothing to do with them and was grateful that he only had to see them on school holidays. their attempts were too little, too late.

resents owen for being the 'better son', but very protective of his other siblings.

found a healthy coping mechanism in lifting heavy things when he was tasked with digging anderson shelters for everyone and felt the weight of his frustration being thrown away behind him with the soil.

this became his go-to calming method, even if it meant father screamed at him.

after 1942, he didn't dig any more holes. it was too much to bear.

so he turned his escapism into perfectionism and channelled his athleticism into boxing. he dropped out of college, got a promoter, and spent every waking moment counting out money, considering the odds of each fight, and training.

it was overwhelming, but that's what he wanted it to be.

eventually got disowned for leftism crimes. (good for him)

owen

yes i'm gonna make one of these for him too.

born in november 1930 in aberystwyth. parents' marriage more established, but not strictly happy. owen picked up on clear ideological differences between his parents at a young age, but both were raising their children under their model of success.

an 'odd' child, but in a way that was less of an inconvenience to adults so was never reprimanded for it.

he didn't really understand why people liked some behaviours better than others, but knew that when he did the right things, people were nicer to him, and sometimes even gave him things, so he learned to play the game.

honestly, as an adult he finds it funny that A was always seen as manipulative when really out of anyone in the family it was himself. i mean, like, he knew that sucked for A, but he wasn't gonna say anything about it.

since he was the "smart one", he became the de facto eldest son, and was given a much more thorough education in languages, music, and science.

played the cello, first because father told him to, then because he liked it. he liked the way it could sway with him and how deep it sounded.

father liked how there were no frets forcing one in line, like a guitar, but one still had to follow the rules or it would sound bad.

when war broke out, owen was introduced to a family that had recently moved in. his father said that he should get to know the children, they were his age. they could be friends.

after dinner that evening, his father invited him to his office, a rare honour. a machine was already set up, and owen watched the wheels rotate as he answered question after question about the neighbours' children's lives.

where are they from? have you been able to see anything in that room no child is allowed into? what did that note slipped under the front door say? can you draw it? what have they overheard about the move? what did they say their parents' jobs were? what is... who did... where... thank you, owen, that's all. you may go to your room now, there's something there for you. think of it as a token of gratitude for your trouble.

this continued for a few months, all the way up until the family disappeared. owen thought it was odd that they hadn't brought their things.

either way, the conversations stopped after that, until the next time. and the next.

when he decided to join mi6's training program, he couldn't help but notice that his file was already several pages thick on his first day.

way back in 1942, he was the first to hear the siren. the sound made him feel sick for the rest of his life.

born in july 1934. with the 'heir and a spare' out of the way, the pressure on mother to produce another son was gone, and both parents welcomed a baby girl.

spoiled by her father with material goods, but she could sense that it was to set her up for something, and there was less emotion behind it than a plan, though for what she couldn't know.

had a knack for cheering people up, even father. she could sing, and dance around a room, and perform a smile to make it all better for a moment.

she loved her siblings. if father was treating A unfairly, she would mediate. if owen was cracking under the weight of his schoolwork, languages, music lessons, the now mandatory play sessions with the neighbours, readings, and shooting practice, she would sneak into his room and offer to help cover for him.

great tree-climber. sometimes would go up and wouldn't get down unless there was food waiting for her.

some days, mother would take her into a secret room off one of the corridors nobody went through, and in there were candlesticks, both straight and tree shaped, and a cup that looked older than even mother, and a cloth that mother taught her to put on her head with a song in a language she didn't understand. there was a little metal canister on the doorframe, and when she was very little mother would lift her up so she could touch it whenever she went in or out.

mother used to say, 'this is where we come from. remember that.' and 'this is precious, and secret, and only for us to know. we can't tell father.' and it was only when B was grown, and had her own husband, and her own children, that she understood.

loved painting. mostly her dreams, which she could remember as vividly as any other memory.

what happened that night in 1942 was only 4 hours after she blew her eight birthday candles out. every year hearing the birthday song would bring it back.

talking about mother hurt after that, so she didn't.

her paintings became more focused, more like the dreams she had in the few years after that night, even when her dreams moved on somewhat. the current dream paintings were private, only shared with her family and close friends.

the ones she shared were precipices, a candle being snatched by the darkness of a tunnel, mother telling her that she was sorry for leaving while sitting with B in a sunny field, on a train, in the secret room.

after her death, the moderate number of people in the art world who know her work will wonder who the woman in her work is.

some say a reflection of herself, some a recurring character living a full life, some later on suggest a lover. the truth was that B never fully moved on from what happened, even though her life did.

born during the war in january of 1941. both mother and he had almost died, and he was sick for a month following his birth.

has no memories of mother, but always thought that she looked very pretty in pictures.

C was only 18 months old when the siren went off. mother had lifted him out of his cot while the whole family and staff filed out of their rooms to the shelters. it had been dark, and mother was shaking so much, the way she always did when this happened, and she must have missed a step on the way down. she had twisted backwards to protect him the only way she could.

father never let him forget that it was his fault.

growing up, owen and B were the only people in the house who wanted to take care of him, and they tried their best.

but C was... different. more delicate. he seemed to get sick if someone across the house shut a door too loudly. he had no interest in climbing trees or playing the cello. he seemed almost like a rabbit, always looking around, scared that something was going to get him at any moment.

the only thing he seemed to like doing was reading. he learned at what might've been a remarkably young age, but must not have been, because father never said anything. owen told him later that they'd learned to read at the same age, and he was told that it was early, so C must also have been a quick learner.

owen helped with his learning as much as he could, but support from father was impossible and textbooks were so much more difficult than fiction. in fiction he could go wherever he wanted.

his favourites were a little princess, the naughtiest girl in the school, and trixie belden mysteries.

father tried to take them away, said they were too girly, but B always managed to sneak them back. she recommended more grown up mysteries, like poirot and father brown, for when he needed a 'boyish enough' story. but it was always the boarding school stories he liked best.

so he was excited to see what adventures would await him when he finally got to go himself.

it didn't go well.

(he'd one day find that most things never do go the way they are in stories.)

the school he went to was english, and the boys all made fun of his name and how his chin jutted out when he was nervous and the way he talked, as well as everything his father had.

he spelled his name differently when they said it made him look stupid for 'spelling it wrong'.

the teachers criticised his posture and his handwriting and how he undermined their authority, though he didn't mean to, really he didn't, it was an accident.

the teachers said that if it happened this many times it couldn't have been an accident.

when he turned 21, he changed his uni major (then dropped out altogether), changed his attitude, changed his clothes. became a writer/producer as part of a travelling theatre company. all for the sake of being free.

some would say he went too far in that.

#magnetic tape recorders didnt commercially exist until 1945ish but photoelectric paper ones did so thats what that was #also jurtwen made me do it to em :) i will hold on to this concept forever #holy shit this took so long #anyway hope this is a Thing and not just some prolonged bullshittery #headcanons #owen #im right #owen carvour #spies are forever #tin can bros #emotional abuse tw #ableism tw #parent death tw #trauma tw #school tw #the rest should be fine since it's under a read more and only smaller things but if anyone wants them tagged ask me and i'll do it

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a-l0v1ng-str4ng3r · 1 year

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Workday with Bo

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SFW Content. THIS DOES NOT MEAN MINORS ARE ALOUD TO READ THIS. PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE NOT ALOUD TO INTERACT WITH THIS COMMUNITY.

For those who ARE above 18 you may continue reading

You worked at home which meant that -without fail- you were bothered by Bo every ten minutes. It doesn’t sound that bad, but when you have a whimpering dog in your lap looking up at you with those puppy eyes. It sometimes gets annoying.

You rested your hand on Bo’s head fondling his hair and ears. He began to whimper knowing you were absently minded doing that to him. It had only been three hours since you had gone online. You were currently working on a project which meant you would probably spend another five to six hours on your computer.

“Bo, I know you don’t like when I work but I need you to stop whimpering.” You ordered gently. You looked down to see the poor dog, man, thing(?) staring back at you putting his puppy eyes at work. His bright blue eyes practically pouring into yours. Once he realized you were having any of his shit his body tensed up.

“But puppy!!! I want you to focus on me! I want you undivided attention, and don’t say in a few minutes because we BOTH know that you’ll be on that computer for more that ‘a couple of minutes!’” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was so jealous of that computer of yours. If he could he would smash it into a million pieces but he knew that you would get furious with him and go get another one anyway! Believe me he’s already tried once.

You sighed, “I know, but it’s what pays the bills does it not?” you continued with your work once more moving files here and there. He was beyond irritation now. He could just break that computer once more. He stood up and slammed that computer with your hands escaping the scene as quickly as possible.

“Bo? I need to do my work.” You glared at him waiting for him to release his hand on the computer. He certainly did return that glare, even growling a little. His look was full of annoyance, want, and impatience. You sighed. You supposed work could wait a little bit.

“Fine, what do you wanna do first?” you pushed your roll-y chair back as you saw your favorite boy pipe up.

“W-Wait seriously?!” He smiled ear to ear, his tail knocking things over on your desk. His heart swarmed with happiness. You were finally his now. He had your full attention. He was so happy he could start jumping up and down if he didn’t care if he would be embarrassed after.

He flung towards you, jumping on you. He couldn’t help himself. Wrapping you in his big arms he lifted you up and sprinted you towards y’all’s bed. He was now commissioning a cuddle session.

He laid you down and went over to your chest of drawers. He grabbed fluffy socks and headed to the bathroom. The rustling of machines could be heard and then your hair dryer was turned on. He had seen you do it for him for when he had gotten sick. You put the entrance hole of the sock on the smaller side of the hair dryer and got it warm.

He finished the task successfully feeling accomplished he came back to see you getting redressed in some comfier clothes. Specifically your onesie that you got to match with him. It was a dog themed suit, with a tail and everything.

“Hey puppy! You match me!” He chuckled, pulling you into a hug from behind. He showed you the socks he heated up for you.

“I got you these so you don’t get cold, not that you should get cold from me cuddling you for the next few hours.” He smiled snuggling into your neck. He pushed you and him down onto the bed once more. “Here, as a token of my love~” he practically purred, giving you the socks, smiling a little smugly. You snickered and put on the socks taking your other ones off, throwing them off somewheres in the room to be forgotten until morning.

He curled up on you; warmth spreading across almost every inch of your body. You were in between melting and freezing up. You soon rested in his arms as he began to play with your hair whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.

“Oh God, you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I'm so happy that I get to have you in my arms.~” You looked up to see the blue blush of his flushed across his face, his eyes droopy laced with love. He kissed you. His lips interlocking with yours, your leg reaching over his body growing closer to him. He pulled away and looked down to meet your eyes.

He loved you so so much. He didn’t know how else he could explain it to you without making you a mess for him. Although the sight was nice, seeing you all mush for him. But today would be a little different.

He littered your face with kisses not a single centimeter was kept untouched from his lips. He could see how much of a wreck you were becoming just from that alone. He smirked. Today would be the day where he shows you how much he appreciates and loves you without making you a thoughtless mess.

#dachabo #dachabo x reader #Bo #bo x reader #Bo dachabo #snaccpop #short story #oneshot #fluff #mdni #18+#OMG THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AHHHH #legit 888 words #VERY SHORT

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 years

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Zombie! Yoohyeon x Survivor! Scientist! Reader - Memories of You, Baby, That’s All I Have Left

A/N: Happy Halloween to my guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! To be honest, you might not be having a good Halloween after reading this, but the sentiment still stands. Be safe if you plan on trick-or-treating, or if you're going out and partying! There's nothing wrong with binge-watching your favorite Halloween movies and eating candy like me, so make sure to enjoy your Halloween as you should!

TW: Loooong fic (grab some snacks, something to drink, and some tissues if you cry easily), post-apocalyptic setting with zombies, there's plenty of angst and pain to go around :), gorey description and gore in general, blood and lots of it, mention of weapons like guns and weapons, reader is under extreme emotional distress and tries to self-harm, death, horror elements(?), sad hours with Ms. Kim Yoohyeon and two special guests!

♡ Masterlist ♡

“Y/N, do you think this is enough firewood for the night?”

You offer a quick glance towards Yuna before turning your back to her again.

“Yeah, that looks fine. Don’t forget to toss the sticks and smaller bits of wood into the fire too. Anything helps keep the fire going through the night.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Do you want the first shift, or do you want me to go first?” Yuna asks before you hear her drop the axe in her hands.

It hits the ground with a soft thud, but due to the shape of the world, you’re so cautious that even the smallest sounds can startle you.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I can do either.” You shrug the responsibility of choosing back onto Yuna as you drag the pail of water towards the burning fire.

“That’s good because I’m going first. God knows that you won’t wake me again when it’s my turn.” Yuna huffs as you recall the memory.

“You looked so peaceful, plus you hadn’t slept for a day… I was worried for you.”

“That doesn’t mean that you should actively pursue martyrdom, Y/N.”

“Not getting sleep and sacrificing yourself for the greater good are two different things.” You explain before setting the pail down.

“You’d do either for me, right?”

You stay silent as Yuna shakes her head.

“That’s what I thought. You care about others more than yourself, Y/N, which could kill you in a world like this.”

“Anything could kill you in a world like this.” You correct Yuna as you sit next to her as the fireplace burns brightly.

The thick gray smoke flows up into a starry night sky, and you’d be worried about fire marshals trying to arrest the both of you for starting a fire in a thick forest if there were even any fire marshals around.

There hasn’t been anyone around since the outbreak started. I wouldn’t be surprised if Yuna and I were the last few healthy people on Earth.

“I thought zombies could only exist in movies. I guess I was wrong.” Yuna sighs as you suppress a chuckle.

“There are lots of things that would surprise you, kid.” You jokingly say before grabbing the flask from your wool bag.

“Are we really still on this? You know we could be the same age, right-”

You take a swig from the flask, and you’re glad to feel the liquid burn as it travels down your throat.

It helps with the heartache.

“Don’t care. As long as you’re with me, you’ll have to deal with the nickname. Got it?” You say before offering her the flask.

“Oh no, I’m good. I want to have my sense about me when I’m on guard.”

“Suit yourself.” You mumble before taking another sip.

Ah, the sweet taste of pure misery. What a delight for all of the senses!

“You know, I didn’t take you for a drinker when we first met.” Yuna comments as you wipe your mouth before putting the flask back.

“A lot of things have changed since then, Yuna.” You softly say before stifling a yawn. “I’m going to get some rest. Let me know if you need me.”

You grab the blanket that you and Yuna have been sharing for weeks on end, and it looks like it has been through hell and back.

Just like the both of us, right?

You curl up under the blanket before letting yourself yawn.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn to get up.”

“And not a moment before? Jeez, Yuna, you’re more of a stickler than my parents were.” You tease as Yuna scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Whatever. Just get some rest, okay? I need you at your best tomorrow.”

“I will.” You lay down for a moment as you remember what you were going to say.

“Yuna?”

“What’s up?” Yuna pulls the gun from her holster, and you shake your head at her as you fight off the urge to sleep.

“No mourners?” You offer her your hand, and she smirks before giving it a firm shake.

“No funerals.”

Content, you roll over and get comfortable enough to fall asleep, even if just for a moment in time.

“Do you think about the future often?”

“That’s a poignant question, at least from you.”

“Hey, I can be serious sometimes!”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Hey! That’s so mean of you to say.”

“But it’s the truth…”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

“You’re smiling, so you’ll get over it sooner rather than later.”

“I hate you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Yoohyeon.”

While sweating slightly, you awaken from a peaceful slumber.

At least it’s not the same nightmare that’s been haunting me for months on end… but this sweet dream is nothing less than bittersweet to me.

You rub your eyes in a fruitless effort to forbid sleep from re-entering your system, and once you fully open your eyes, you realize that Yuna has her gun drawn and is standing to the side.

“Get the hell away from us.” Yuna hisses as you look over to see who exactly she’s talking to.

“Dami?” You softly mutter as she comes into view.

Yuna’s head snaps to you.

“You know her?!?”

“Yes, they do, which is why you should put the gun down.” Dami tries to reason with Yuna, who fails to yield.

“How do I know that you’re not trying to trick us, or worse, you’ve already been infected?”

“Fuck, you’re actually alive…” You mutter to yourself before standing up.

You brush the blankets off of you as you suppress a yawn.

“Put the gun down, Yuna.” You calmly say before walking over to the two of them.

“But Y/N-”

“Put the damn gun down. I’m not asking, Yuna.”

Your stricter tone causes Yuna to reluctantly put the gun back in its holster. You see Dami visibly relax as she comes closer to you and Yuna.

“You… look like shit.” You joke as Dami adjusts her ripped lab coat.

“It’s nice to see you too, Y/N.” She gives you a light smile before you briefly embrace her.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“Me too, Y/N, me too.” Dami breaks away from you, and you let out a sigh that you didn’t know that you were holding.

“Okay, someone’s going to talk - how do you two know each other?”

“It’s a long story-” You start, but Dami shakes her head at you.

“We worked together at the lab.” Dami turns to Yuna. "You were there when the outbreak started, right?”

“Where are you going with this, Dami?” You inquire. “You always have some sort of hidden motive, so you might as well get onto it.”

“Time has certainly not made you fonder.” Dami teases.

“And you still haven’t answered my question.” You shoot back. “You can’t talk yourself out of this one.”

Dami looks up at the moon for a moment before looking back at you.

“I always hated how you could see right through me.”

“I always hated how you can never get to the fucking point-”

“-I’m getting there, Y/N.” Dami gently scolds you as Yuna looks at the two of you in awe.

“Y/N, this is a completely new side of you that I’ve never seen!”

You try to hide your embarrassment as Dami chuckles softly.

“Why are you laughing, Dami? I meant it as a compliment!” Yuna says.

“You clearly don’t know Y/N like I do.” Dami states.

“When did this become a competition?” Yuna aggressively asks.

God, I forgot how much I hated working with other people until this very moment.

“Alright, you two, knock it off. Dami, please continue with whatever point you were trying to make.” You step in before any blood can be spilled.

Dami coughs before readjusting her glasses.

“Right, sorry. I was asking you, Yuna, if you were there because I’m trying to gather more information about the initial outbreak.”

“Of course I was at the lab. I was going to meet one of my friends who worked there, but then Y/N pulled me away and explained what happened inside the lab. We decided to head into the nearest forest to escape before heading into town to gather supplies, which was when we discovered that the whole town had been abandoned.”

“When you say that the town was abandoned, do you mean no humans, no zombies, or both?” Dami asks.

“Both.” You chime in. “Completely and utterly deserted. We were able to grab a decent amount of supplies, and we’ve been living off of the land for a good while now. What about you, Dami? What did you do after you abandoned me?”

“That’s not what happened-”

“Oh, really?” You scoff. “Please tell me what happened, then.”

“You were making a risky decision that should’ve gotten you killed. I chose life.”

“And look where we are.” You huff as Dami ever-so-slightly rolls her eyes. “I saw that, you know.”

“You’re being defensive-”

“-that’s rich, coming from you-”

“-don’t make this just about me-”

“And I got yelled at for arguing, but it’s okay when you do it?” Yuna crosses her arms. “You’re a hypocrite.”

“We’re not getting anywhere by arguing.” You throw your hands in the air. “What do you want, Dami? I’m asking you one last time before I ask you to leave.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be honest. When we left the research facility, I managed to grab some paperwork before we left.”

“What sort of paperwork?” Yuna asks.

“To keep the explanation short, it basically was a guide on how to make an effective cure for an easily transmissible disease.”

“Did you…” You trail off as the possibility of normalness crosses your mind.

She always was the brightest out of the two of us.

“Not in its entirety. I have the conceptual elements of it done. I just need the literal materials to do so.”

“Are you serious? You’re working on a cure?” You ask Dami.

“If you started with that, I wouldn’t have aimed my gun at you.” Yuna off-handedly comments.

“Be nice.” You scold her.

“You were literally arguing with her two minutes ago-”

“We’re not having this argument now.” You dismiss Yuna before turning your attention back to Dami. “What do you need from us?”

“Who says we’re in?” Yuna challenges.

“Do you really want to live like this for the rest of your life?” You ask, and she shakes her head. “That’s what I thought.”

“The technology and materials to work on the cure is in the research facility. The problem is, I’m not sure if I’m going to be dealing with a horde of zombies when I go inside. That’s where you two come in.”

“You want manpower, right? Then that’s what you’ll get.” You say before looking at Yuna. “You sure you want to do this?"

“I don’t want to live like this… I have people that I want to see. I’ve missed them so much.”

You don’t know how much I agree with you, Yuna.

You try to push the feeling of missing someone near and dear to you back down, but it quickly bursts inside of you. You bite your lip as you try to blink away any tears that may fall.

You can miss her, Y/N, you’re allowed to want to see her again. You can’t just pretend like she doesn’t exist when she was such a big part of your life.

The first thing you receive upon entering your new apartment is a set of keys to the face.

"Did you catch the keys?" Yoohyeon asks from the kitchen as you rub your forehead.

"I didn't know you were throwing said keys." You grumble before grabbing the keys from the floor.

"I thought you were all-knowing, O' Wise One-"

"Okay, smart-ass, lay off of me. Did you make dinner?"

You hear Yoohyeon sharply inhale, which causes you to pick up the pace and head towards the kitchen.

"Dear god…" You mumble as you stare at the burnt lasagna. "I appreciate the effort, but take-out would've been nice too."

You rub Yoohyeon's back as she melts into your touch. You can't help but feel proud as you're the only one who can make her feel such a way.

"I wanted to welcome you into our home with a nice meal…" Yoohyeon deflates further until you wrap an arm around her waist.

"Why don't we take this as an opportunity to go explore some new local restaurants? I heard that there was a taco place down the street, plus I-"

You pause as Yoohyeon wraps both of her arms around your neck.

"You're too good to me, you know?"

You make an attempt to hide your embarrassment as you bury your head into her body.

"I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do. You're one of the best people in the world!"

Your heart swells at her words, but you can only wish that the two of you were something more than best friends and roommates.

"Y/N, what do you think of this?"

I must've nodded off again. I need to stop doing that.

"Yeah, that sounds fine." You mutter softly as Dami, amused, looks over at you.

"Were you even listening?"

"Does Yuna know what you're talking about?" You ask, but your question is answered when you look over at Yuna's sleeping form.

"She's been out longer than you have."

"You could've woken me up." You grumble.

"You're not exactly the most pleasant person to speak to when you're not in a good mood."

"Maybe I just don't like talking to you, Dami. Did your big brain think of that possibility?" Your venomous words cause Dami to shift uncomfortably.

"Touché."

"What's your plan once you get this cure, huh? If you're thinking about testing it on me or Yuna, then do I have some shit news for you-"

"No, I'd never think of doing something like that!"

"You don't have the greatest track record with trust, you know?"

"I know." Dami hums to herself for a moment. "I'll be honest with you, since that's the only way you will trust me. Part of the reason that I want to go back to the research facility, besides using the equipment and resources, is to locate Patient Zero."

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, Patient Zero was exposed to the most potent amount of the virus, as you are aware. Everyone else from that point on was only infected by transmission via bite. The best way to test the effectiveness of the cure is-"

"-to experiment on the first person to see how effective the antidote is to the most potent version of the virus. If she can be turned back, that means that everyone else will be able to as well." You finish Dami's thought before shaking your head in disbelief. "Dami, you're a genius, but don't let that get to your head, alright?"

"Duly noted." She comments as you notice Yuna begins to stir.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty~" You tease as Yuna fully wakes up. "Did you sleep well?"

"It's already daybreak?" She yawns before moving closer to you and Dami.

"I guess it is." Dami shrugs before looking at the rising sun.

"Can I ask you two a question?" Yuna shivers for a bit before you toss the blanket to her.

"Go on." You encourage her as you begin to gather food for breakfast.

"What happened in the research facility that day? I feel like there's something that you two aren't telling me, and if I'm going to come along with you, I want to know everything."

You and Dami exchange nervous glances before Dami grabs the pot of berries from your hands.

"Let me take care of breakfast. It's the least I can do." Dami insists.

"I guess I'm telling the story, huh?" You relax before sitting down, and you pat the ground next to you.

Yuna saddles up to your side, and you throw an arm around in an effort to keep her warm.

"Where do you want me to start, kiddo?" You joke as Yuna leans into your embrace.

"The beginning." Yuna deadpans as you and Dami laugh.

"Alright, we'll start from the beginning."

“You made it to work in one piece.” Dami jokes as you clock in for the day.

“You’re just extra early to everything.” You comment before walking away from the time clock.

“Who said it was a bad thing?”

“Nobody, but it’s annoying when you rub your promptness in everyone’s faces. I’m sorry that some of us have lives outside of work.”

Dami places a hand over her heart, and she gives you an exaggeratedly hurt look.

“You wound me, Y/N.”

“Don’t act like I’m wrong, though.”

“Shouldn’t we be working?” She says before opening the door to your shared laboratory.

“Yeah, we should. Don’t think I’ll forget about what I said, though.”

“You never do, Y/N. It’s one of the things I appreciate about you.”

You gently shove her to the side before putting your lab goggles on.

“Please don’t get all sappy on me. It’s weird when it comes from you.”

“Oh, so you like it when your girlfriend does it?” Dami smirks when she sees you try to hide your embarrassment by loudly clearing your throat. “I guess I’m just not at that level yet, right?”

“You were my college roommate for 4 years, and we work at the same place. I think it’s safe to say that we’re stuck with each other for a long, long time.”

“Now who’s getting sappy?” Dami jokes as you gently toss her a pair of lab goggles.

“Shut up and get over here so we can start working.”

“I-”

“I wasn’t asking, Dami.” You sternly say.

“Okay, then.” Dami puts on her lab goggles before walking over to you. “What are we looking at today?”

“I’m not quite sure. Do you want the first look under the microscope?” You offer as Dami steps closer to you.

“Sure.”

You step away from the microscope as Dami leans in for a closer look.

“What do you see?”

“Well, it looks like there’s been some mutations from the original virus. That means that we’ll have to change the coding on the DNA of the original vaccine, right?”

“Sounds good.” You look over to the laboratory across from yours.

Along with two steel doors, two glass walls, and a hallway separate you from that lab. There, two women are doing an experiment on a viral bacteria. One is a tall blonde woman who has her hair in a crispy, clean bun, and the other is a shorter, brown-haired woman who has her hair pulled back into a high ponytail.

“What are you looking at?” Dami asks as your attention refocuses on her.

“I’m just looking at what they are doing.” You gesture to the two girls as Dami takes some notes on the laptop next to her.

“You could be working…” Dami suggests.

“I could be, but you do most of the work anyways.”

“I wonder why…” Dami mutters before continuing to type on the computer.

You watch as the two women across from you hold a small glass tray full of some bacteria on it. Everything appears to be going fine until the blonde woman tries to grab the tray from the brown-haired woman, which causes the bacteria to leave the tray and land on the brown-haired woman.

You gasp before grabbing Dami.

“What is it now-”

“Call the front desk. There was a spill in the lab across from us.” You toss Dami the phone in the lab as she shakes her head.

“Why should I care?”

“Just do it!” You say as Dami sighs.

“Fine, I’m on it.” Dami quickly dials a phone number before you glance over at the lab next to you.

The brown-haired woman has fallen to the ground as the blonde woman tries her best not to freak out. She motions towards the woman, but she quickly backs away once she gets another look at the woman.

You wonder what’s going on until the brown-haired woman faces you. The life in her eyes and skin is completely gone. She looks half-dead, and you would probably mistake her for a corpse if she didn’t get up off of the ground.

“Y/N, what’s exactly going o-” Dami pauses as she sees what’s going on. “What were they messing with over there?”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” You mutter as the brown-haired woman hobbles over to her friend.

They make direct eye contact, and you can see the blonde woman frantically trying to talk to her lab partner. Unfortunately for her, it’s not enough as the brown-haired woman tackles her partner to the ground.

“Oh my god.” You mutter before taking a step backwards.

“We need to go. Now.” Dami collects the laptop and her satchel, and you quickly grab what you brought.

Luckily, your lab has a backdoor, but if it’s opened, the emergency alarm triggers. You look back at the two women, and both of them look like zombies. You shiver as they hungrily eye you and Dami.

“Go through the emergency exit.” You quickly walk towards the back of the lab where the backdoor is.

“Are you sure about this-”

“I have a bad feeling about this, Dami.” You say as she nods.

“Let’s go, then.”

You grab the handle of the door, and you open the door. At the exact same time, a wailing siren sounds, and red lights flash throughout the lab.

You let Dami go past you, and then you shut the door behind you.

“Which way?” Dami looks to her left and her right, but there’s nothing but an empty hallway either way.

“Left. It might not be the right way, but it gets us away from them.”

“Got it.”

You grab Dami’s hand, and she quickly takes your hand in hers. The two of you walk left as you hear various screams coming from all sorts of directions.

“Dami-” You pause after the umptheenth scream, but Dami continues to pull you forward.

“We can’t worry about other people if we’re not alive to do so.” Dami bluntly explains before nearly colliding with the door. “We’re here.”

“What are you waiting for? Open the damn door!” You nervously yell as she throws the door open.

You both exit the facility as Dami latches the door behind you.

“Which way should we go? It’s just forestry as far as the eye can see.” You point at the landscape in front of you as Dami pulls a map from her bag.

“Well, since backwards is not an option, I think that we should go forward.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You dare to glance backwards, and that’s when you notice a blonde-haired girl standing at the front of the facility.

“Dami, wait.” You stop, and Dami does so as well.

“What’s up?”

“There’s a girl back there, at the entrance of the lab.”

“She’ll be fine, I know it-”

You let go of Dami’s hand before shaking your head.

“She’s just a kid.”

“How do you know that?” Dami challenges as you take another step backwards. “It doesn’t matter. We need to keep going.”

“Go on ahead.” You bite your lip before glancing back at the girl again.

“Y/N, don’t do this-”

“You might be able to live with yourself if you leave someone behind, but that’s not me, Y/N.”

Dami sighs as a light smile breaks out onto her face.

“That’s how we met, right?”

“Yeah, it is.” You hold back tears before handing Dami a notebook. “Give this to Yoohyeon for me, just in case.”

“How do you know-”

“Just go, Dami!” You yell as a tear runs down your face. “We’ll meet again, whether in this life or another.”

“Don’t talk like that-”

You don’t bother to listen to the rest of what Dami says as you head towards the entrance of the lab. You frantically wave your hands at the girl in front of the lab, and luckily for you, she spots you.

“Listen,” You yell to her, “I know you don’t know me, but it’s not safe in that lab.”

“How do you know?” She yells back.

“I was just in there. Trust me, it’s not a sight you want to see.”

“I-” She pauses before taking a step towards you. “What should I do?”

“You can come with me, you can leave here by yourself, or you can await certain death. I’ll leave the choice to you.”

It doesn’t take the blonde-haired girl long to make up her mind.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Good choice, kid.”

“Did you say that the first girl you saw had brown hair?” Yuna softly asks while looking at you.

“Yeah, and she was the first to be infected.”

“Did she have a red bracelet on?”

“I-” You pause while trying to recall the memory. “I’m not sure, but she did like to wear red accessories.”

“That sounds a lot like Lia.” Yuna mumbles as you look over to her.

“Who’s that?”

“The girl I was trying to visit when you came to get me.”

The sadness in Yuna’s eyes is visible from miles away, and you feel awful that you can’t give her an answer one way or another.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was she to you?” You say before gesturing for Yuna to join you.

She takes the blanket and settles in right next to you. Instinctively, you begin to rub her back as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“My best friend, to say the least. We had been friends since our primary school days. I couldn’t have asked for a better person in life than her.” Yuna dreamily describes her friend to you, which causes you to smile.

“So she was special?”

“In the best possible way.” Yuna cracks a smile, and you reciprocate the gesture.

The sadness is gone from her eyes, which is a good thing. I can’t stand the thought of her being upset.

“What about you, Dami?”

You watch Dami visibly flinch at Yuna’s innocent question.

Yikes…

“What are we talking about again?” Dami plays innocent, and you see right through her as Yuna repeats herself.

“Do you have someone special in your life?”

“No, not really.”

You scoff before crossing your arms.

“Y/N, you don’t count-”

“-that makes you sound like more of an asshole, Dami! I don’t think you truly care about me.” You accuse Dami as she slightly rolls her eyes.

“Fine, I care about you because no matter where I go in life, I’m stuck with you. As mean as that may sound, there’s no one else I’d rather be with when the world ends.” Dami says as you shyly accept her compliment.

“Now you’re going to make me sound bad when I don’t say the same of you, Dami…”

“There was someone else in your life?” Yuna curiously looks at you, and you know you’ve let your major weakness slip.

Is it bad that I want to be the only person to cherish our memories together? I want to make more in the future with you. I know you’re out there waiting for me, Yoohyeon. I can’t wait to see you again.

“I- uh- Well, about that-” You try to backtrack as Dami chuckles.

“Her name’s Yoohyeon.” Dami drops her name as you hang your head in shame.

“Are we talking about a best friend, or a girlfriend, or a wife, or-”

“No, no, not like that!” You’re flustered by the way Yuna is looking at you. “We were just friends.”

“Don’t lie to her, Y/N.” Dami teases as you glare at her.

“Don’t encourage her, Dami-” You hiss before Yuna interrupts you.

“Did you like her as more than a friend?”

“Of course I did. I just never had a chance to tell her before hell froze over.” You joke as Yuna shoots a sympathetic look at you.

“I’m so sorry-”

“No, it’s not your fault. We’ve all lost touch with the people we love. There’s nothing we can have at the moment but hope for the best.” You wistfully say as Dami backs away from the fire.

“Breakfast’s ready. Are you all hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving!” Yuna eagerly grabs a bowl as you laugh at her behavior.

You quietly grab a bowl of stew, and the three of you eat in a comfortable silence.

I wonder if Yoohyeon is looking for me in the same way that I’ve been searching for her. She has to be, right? She couldn’t just give up on me like that, right?

Right?

“Alright,” You grumble as you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom cupboard, “you’re going to need to explain to me what happened to you this time.”

Yoohyeon hops onto the bathroom counter with a pained huff. You sigh in disappointment as Yoohyeon rolls up her sleeves.

“I told you that it was nothing, Y/N. The show was a little rowdy, just like usual.”

“I didn’t think that being a rock star was such a dangerous occupation.” You joke as you grab the antibiotic ointment from the medical kit.

“It’s not, Y/N, you’re overreacting.” Yoohyeon rolls her eyes as you take a cotton swab and apply some of the ointment to it.

“No, I’m not. Is it too much to ask for my be-” You choke on the words because you’re trying to not friendzone yourself.

Unluckily for you, Yoohyeon is much more perceptive than you thought.

“Y/N, what were you going to-” She yelps in pain and jumps away from you as soon as the ointment touches her skin. “Shit, that’s cold!”

“I think you need to worry less about me, and more about keeping yourself still.” You comment as Yoohyeon braces for impact. “Dear god, Yooh, I’m not going to do something that would seriously hurt you. You know me better than that.”

“I know, but it doesn’t stop me from flinching every now and again.”

“Just try to stay still, okay? It’ll be over faster if you’re still.”

Yoohyeon nods at you.

“I’ll do my best, I promise.”

It doesn’t take you long to finish patching Yoohyeon up, and once you’re done, you begin to put away the various bandages and ointments that you pulled out.

You look over at Yoohyeon, who’s silently pouting.

“What’s up with you now? Did I miss a spot?”

You try not to laugh as Yoohyeon rapidly shakes her head.

“Shouldn’t I get a lollipop for being a good patient?” Yoohyeon huffs, and you can’t take her seriously.

“How old are you again?”

“25 years young!” She flashes you a brilliant smile, and you silently curse your heart as it begins to beat faster.

“Sorry, I’m out of sweets.” You shrug before putting the med kit back into the cabinet.

“Is it alright if I ask for something else as a reward?” She shyly asks as you move closer to her.

“Whatever you want, Yoohyeon, I’ll give it to you.” You promise as Yoohyeon’s face turns red.

She nervously pulls at her high ponytail before taking a deep breath.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Your mouth is agape as you stare at her in complete shock.

“What did you just say?”

“I said that I want a kiss. You said that you would give me whatever I wanted. What are you waiting for, Y/N?” Yoohyeon teases as you not-so-calmly clear your throat.

“Yup, I did say that.” The words fall from your lips at an erratic rate, and it’s like your lips and your heart have become one for once.

Moments turn into infinity as you lean in to kiss Yoohyeon. You’ve waited, wished, and dreamed about this moment for months- no, years. You’ve wondered if her lips tasted like pink cotton candy, sweet raspberry, or whatever flavor of chapstick she was obsessed with for the month. The girl of your dreams was daring you to kiss her - who were you to say no to her desire?

It’s like the dimly-lit bathroom explodes into pure, white blinding light as your lips crash into hers. The kiss is messy, needy- but you’d ask for nothing less. That kiss was filled with every pent-up ‘I love you’, or jealous moment spent wishing that you were the one who got to be with Yoohyeon for the night. She was everything you needed at the moment- a perfect symphony of the best things in the world.

But that was just Yoohyeon as a person, she was the best of what humanity had to offer. Her goofy antics and sweet clumsiness was endearing to every person that she meant. She had a good, kind heart that cared about others more than she cared about herself. Yoohyeon was an imperfect version of perfection, but you wouldn’t ask for anything other than her.

You were completely and utterly mesmerized by Yoohyeon, and it was about time that you stopped acting like you didn’t feel the urge to kiss her every time that you saw her.

You only pull away from Yoohyeon when your lungs require air, and even then, you curse them for taking you away from the woman you love most.

“I love you.” You breathlessly mutter as Yoohyeon places a finger on your lips.

“Don’t say things like that right now, Y/N. Let’s figure out what we are in the morning.”

“What do you want me to do right now?”

“To start, I want you to kiss me and then never, ever stop.”

“Is everyone packed and ready to go?” You ask for confirmation as you tightly grip your backpack.

“Yeah, I got everything.” Yuna hands you back your blanket, and you smile at the gesture before refusing to take the blanket.

“You need it more than I do.”

“Really?” Yuna’s eyes shine brightly as you nod your head.

“I insist, kiddo.” You rub the top of her head to mess up her hair, and she laughs at the gesture before swatting your hand away.

“Thank you, Y/N, for everything that you’ve done for me. I couldn’t be more thankful to have someone like you in my life.”

“You’re going to make me emotional, Yuna, but really, I should be thanking you for staying with me for as long as you have. I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”

“That’s an understatement.” Dami mutters while walking past you.

“You’re a hypocrite!” You call out as Dami grabs a map from her pocket.

“Everyone’s a hypocrite, but does it really matter at this point?” Dami asks as you shake your head at her.

“Are you sure that you didn’t graduate with a Philosophy degree?” You gently jab your elbow into her side after you catch up to Dami.

“Hey, wait up!” Yuna yells before joining the two of you. “Do you know where we're headed?”

“Yeah, or at least, I think so.” Dami says before walking off in a random direction.

“That’s real confidence right there, Yuna.” You whisper to her before taking Yuna’s hand in yours.

“She’s going to get us lost, Y/N!”

“Yeah, but that’s half of the fun.” You say before leading Yuna towards where Dami is headed.

“Are all scientists as bizarre and insane as you are, or did I just happen to run into two very strange scientists?”

“How much longer is it?” Yuna whines while rubbing her calf. “I don’t know if my body can take much more walking..”

“That answer depends on if the map I have is accurate or not.” Dami admits before checking the map again. “We should be close, I think. The forest should end in a little bit, and then we’ll be able to see the research facility.

“What a great vote of confidence…” Yuna huffs as you chuckle. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“Dami’s got killer instincts. When she says walk, you should walk before something bites you in the ass.”

Dami stifles a laugh as you continue on.

“You shouldn’t blindly trust anyone, but it’s okay to let your guard down and let people into your life.”

“Who’s the Philosophy major again?” Dami teasingly says as you scoff at the idea.

“It’s still you. You’re the person who says cheesy, ironic stuff all of the time. I have my moments, sure, but the title of philosopher belongs to you and you alone.”

“I’m not cheesy.” Dami defensivey says as you jump at the chance to tease her.

“Your pick-up lines would say otherwise.”

“Y/N!”

You laugh as Dami becomes embarrassed.

“So she’s not going to fight the ironic part?” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Enough about me. You guys should take a look ahead.” Dami motions towards the break in the forestry ahead.

Yuna gasps and immediately begins to run towards the clearing. You think that her behavior is cute until you’re being dragged along.

Oh yeah, we’re holding hands. I forgot about that…

“Yuna, slow down! My legs don’t travel that fast!” You yell as Yuna continues at a steady pace.

Dami shakes her head at Yuna’s antics, and you promptly drag Dami into this mess by grabbing her hand with your free one. You both chuckle as you’re dragged into the clearing by Yuna, and you’ve dragged Dami into the clearing with you.

“We did it… We really did it!” Yuna cheers before pointing to the building in the distance.

“Oh shit!” You yelp in surprise at the state of the building. “Time has not been kind to that place.”

“Yeah, and it’s only been months, not years.” Dami lets go of your hand as she glances at the nearly destroyed research facility.

“It doesn’t look completely natural either. There’s vines growing along the building, sure, but those holes in the walls have to be man-made.” You say as Yuna squeezes your hand.

“We should get going. We have a world to save, right?”

“Yeah, we do.” You offer Yuna a bright smile, and she smiles right back at you.

You look at Dami, who’s staring off in the distance.

“What’s wrong?”

“What if I can’t figure out the cure, Y/N? What happens then?” Dami worriedly says, and you place a reassuring hand on her back.

“We’ll cross that road if we get there.” You calmly tell her. “Besides, I’m sure that the three of us can solve any problem that comes our way.”

“Optimism looks good on you, Y/N.” Dami compliments as you bite your lip.

“Thanks, but don’t get used to it. I tend to prefer realism over optimism or pessimism.” You add before pulling your hand away from her back.

“Let’s go, then.” Dami nods as Yuna yells once again.

“Let’s go!”

You give the outside world one last look before entering the dilapidated laboratory.

I hope this isn’t the last time I get to see the sun shine. That’d be a real shame, wouldn’t it?

You shake the thought away as you join Yuna and Dami.

No, I shouldn’t think like that. I have to stay alive - for Yuna, for Dami, for myself, and most importantly, for Yoohyeon. We have to be reunited, and I’d rather do it in life than in death.

The flickering red lights and the shards of broken glass that line the floor don’t help shake off the ominous feeling that you have. This is the first time, in a long time, that you’ve been so scared for your life.

I can’t let them down. That’s not who I am.

You stuff any remnants of fear deep inside your heart as you continue to march towards whatever the future may hold for you.

If death is certain, then so is life. I can do this. We can do this.

You shiver as a random breeze tickles the bare parts of your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be the first to say it: This place gives me the creeps!” Yuna says before shivering like you are.

“I don’t get how you’re not cold, Dami.” You mutter before rubbing your arms in an effort to stay warm.

“You get used to the cold after a while.” Dami says before pulling her pistol from her belt. “We should have our weapons ready. Who knows what we’ll run into?”

You grab your handgun as Yuna pulls two matching knives from her backpack.

“I’ve never had to use these before…” Yuna tosses a knife in the air before promptly catching it.

“Let’s hope that you don’t get the chance to.” You comment as Dami turns a corner ahead of the two of you.

You hear her gasp, which causes you and Yuna to quicken your pace.

“What’s going on-”

You pause as you join Dami’s side.

“Wow, it’s almost as if-”

“-Nothing happened.” Dami finishes your statement as you stare at the spick-and-span hallway.

“How is this hallway so clean, and the other one is so… dirty? Is that the right word?” Yuna asks as you examine the clean hallway ahead of you.

“This creeps me out more than the last hallway did. If this place is clean, then this means that someone’s been here. Keep your guards up.” You turn the safety off on your gun, and Dami does the same.

“Wait, shouldn’t that be a good thing? Won’t we be meeting another survivor?”

“Not exactly, Yuna. From the encounters I’ve heard, it seems like zombies are starting to gain more bodily autonomy, and a personality of sorts.” Dami recalls before aiming her gun ahead of her.

“Oh my god.” Yuna mutters in horror.

“Wait, isn’t this the containment section of the lab?” You say as you finally recognize the interior of the hallway.

“Yeah, you’re right. That means that our lab should only be so far away…” Dami glances ahead as you look at Yuna. “I’ve got a plan. You two watch the hallway for any signs of life, and I’ll go towards the lab myself.”

“What if you get ambushed?” Yuna asks.

“I’ve managed to make it this long alone. Another moment alone will not be the death of me, I promise.” Dami says as Yuna finally lets go of your hand.

“I’ll stand guard down here, then.” Yuna stays put as you sigh to yourself.

“You’ll call me if you need me, right?”

Yuna nods at you, and you take a deep breath.

She’ll be fine. Yuna’s a fighter, just like you are.

You turn away from Yuna as you walk with Dami to the other end of the hallway.

“Y/N, you have to promise me something.” Dami turns to you before entering what was once your place of work.

You pause before turning to her.

“What is it?”

“If something happens to me, or if I get bitten, you have to be the one to-”

“No, Dami, don’t say things like that.” You shake your head as tears threaten to fall. “I can’t lose anyone else.”

“I’d rather die than live as one of those flesh-eating monsters. The only reason I’m telling you this is because I don’t want Yuna to do it. It has to be you.”

“I-” You bite your lip before looking back at her. “Is that really what you want?”

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.” Dami confidently says before tossing you the map. “This’ll get you to the next city, if it comes to that.”

“God, I hate you, Dami.” You let a tear run down your face as Dami deeply sighs. “Someone once told me that being a martyr wasn’t a good way to live my life.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m not you, right?”

Dami gets the last word in before entering the lab. You wipe your tears before walking to the other end of the hallway.

You decide to glance at one of the containment facilities that you pass, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you see that a zombie is trapped inside of it.

That’s not any zombie… that’s got to be Lia!

Your heart breaks for Yuna as you take a step towards the glass container.

These cells are enforced by military-grade glass and metal. It would take an army to break down the walls.

Lia blankly looks at you for a moment before raising her decrepit hand to point at the cell behind you.

You give her a confused you as she continues to point in that direction.

I wonder why she’s-

You nearly drop your gun as you look into the cell on the other side.

I’d recognize that hair and style of clothing anywhere. That’s Yoohyeon, without a doubt.

“Yoohyeon, I-” You struggle to come up with words to say as you sit on the other side of the glass.

She sits inside of the cage, and the dying look in her eyes makes you want to bawl your eyes out.

You place one hand on the glass, and you nearly shatter into a million pieces as Yoohyeon, slowly but surely, raises up her hand to match yours.

“You’re still in there, Yoohyeon. I’ll heal you soon, I promise.” You reassure her and yourself by saying such promising words.

“I love you.” You say, and you watch as she mouths the words back to you.

You burst out crying at the gesture.

No, it shouldn’t have happened like this. Why did it happen like this? She wasn’t even close to here when the outbreak happened, how did she-

You pause as a theory starts to form in your mind.

I worked in such a well-known and well-established laboratory. The news must’ve spread like wildfire, and I’m sure that Yoohyeon found out sooner or later. When she did, she must’ve come running to the facility to find me… and ended up coming in contact with a horde of zombies.

The bite mark on her neck only proves your theory as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

I have to be strong for her. I can do this, I can save her. I just need to have hope.

“Y/N! Y/N, why are you-” Dami freezes as she looks at you, Yoohyeon, and Lia. “We need to go. Now.”

“Why? What’s happening?” You ask as Dami frantically runs a hand through her hair.

“While I was looking in the lab for supplies, I ran into someone’s notes that were printed in fresh ink. Whoever’s here isn't trying to save the world, they’re trying to speed up the end of everything that we’ve ever known.”

“What are you getting at?” You back up from the containment area, and you notice Yoohyeon’s shoulders slouch slightly.

Yoohyeon’s in there! My girl’s still in there. I’ll get you out, I’ll be your hero, and we can live happily ever after. I just ask for your patience.

“The scientist here wants to speed up the spread of the virus. They’re trying to mutate the virus more until it becomes so unstable that it’ll infect people without having to be bitten.”

“Oh shit, that’s bad!” You exclaim before standing up. “Did you figure out why they’re in here?”

“From what I read, they’re the lab subjects for this virus.”

“We can’t let that happen, Dami!” You yell as Dami hands you the gun that you discarded early.

“We have two choices, then."

You bite your lip as tears start to fall from your eyes again.

“You’re not actually suggesting that we-”

“It’s that, or we let them become worse versions of what they are already. I can take care of Yoohyeon, if you want-”

“No.” You take a shaky breath before staring at the gun in your hands. “It has to be me. I can’t let her go without one last goodbye.”

“Make it fast.” She says before turning to face Lia. “I don’t want to be the person who has to break this to Yuna.”

Thanks for that, Dami.

You look back at Yoohyeon, who would look innocent if not for the scars and bits of flesh hanging off of her face.

“Yooh, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.” You start as you raise the gun to aim directly in-between her eyes. “There’s so much I never got to say, or do, but you should know that I’ll always love you. That’s the only reason why I’m doing this, you know. You wouldn’t want to become a disgusting creature made for destructive purposes. I still don’t think you’re a true zombie, even if you look and act like one. You’ll always be my Yoohyeon, no matter what-”

You flinch as you hear Dami’s gun go off. She mutters a quick prayer as you continue on.

“I don’t have much time left to say goodbye. I never thought this day would come so soon, or ever. I thought that I’d be the one to go first. Although you were the clumsy one, I’d ending up dying trying to save your ass from whatever stupid scheme you wrapped yourself up in this time.” You bitterly laugh before tasting your salty tears. “I hate this, and there’s a part of me that hates you right now. I wish you weren’t so kind or selfless. I wish you had run away from this place and hadn’t gone looking for me. Yet again, that’s what makes you Yoohyeon, right?”

“Y/N-” Dami says with a soft sternness in her voice.

“I’m sorry again, baby. I hope you’ll forgive me someday for what I’ve done. God knows I’ll never forgive myself for this.”

You wince and brace for impact as you fire the gun. You open your eyes, only to see that Yoohyeon’s already gone. There was no slow death, no final goodbye to be had.

She’s dead, and it’s all your fault.

A tidal wave of grief, guilt, and misery hits you as you come crashing to the floor. Dami manages to throw your gun to the side before catching you before you could hit the gun.

“Give me the damn gun-” You growl out, but Dami shakes her head at you.

“I can’t let you do that, Y/N.” Dami softly says before running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Why did it have to be her? Of all of the shitty and awful people in the world, why her? She didn’t do anything wrong, she was perfect-”

“Y/N, I’m sure that she still loves you. Yoohyeon didn’t stop loving you from the moment she met you until the moment she died.”

You swallow the thick lump in your throat as you try to control your free-flowing tears.

“Fuck, Dami, I can’t believe it ended like this.”

“I know, Y/N, I know.” Dami pulls you close to her, and you grab her arm as a way to ground yourself. “You have me and Yuna, we’ll always be here for you."

“I know, but you’re not Yoohyeon.” You bitterly say before pulling yourself away from Dami.

You both hear another set of footsteps approach, and you sigh in relief as Yuna runs towards the two of you with worry in her eyes.

“What happened? I heard gunshots and I came running as soon as I could-” She pauses as she glances over to Lia, and then to Yoohyeon.

Yuna bows her head before silent tears come out of her eyes.

“Yuna-” You start, but Yuna shakes her head.

“I won’t let her die in vain. What did you find out, Dami?”

“To sum it up, there’s someone here who wants to make the virus more infectious and, therefore, more deadly.” Dami answers before standing up.

She offers you a hand and a caring smile, and you happily accept both. Every part of your body hurts, and you still feel sick and guilty inside.

“Do we know where this bastard lives, or do we-”

“No, we shouldn’t go chasing after this guy. We’d become lab rats if we lost.” Dami explains as Yuna shivers.

“I guess we go with Plan B, then.”

“What’s Plan B?” Dami asks as you chuckle for a moment.

“Burn the whole place to ashes.”

Dami laughs before taking your hand in hers.

“That sounds like a plan that I can get behind.”

Yuna smirks before tossing Dami a lighter.

“You get started. I think Y/N and I have some goodbyes to say, right?”

“I-” You pause as Yuna and Dami look at you. “Yeah, I think she needs that, and so do I.”

“If either of you need me, you know where to find me.” Dami says before letting go of your hand. “Especially you, Y/N.”

“I can handle myself, thank you very much.” You shoot back as Dami sighs.

“I know. That’s why I worry about you so much.” Dami gets the final word in as she leaves you and Yuna alone.

You hear Yuna have a conversation with Lia as if she’s still here, and that gives you the courage to face Yoohyeon one last time.

Her eyes are closed, and she looks to be at peace. When you first saw her, she looked in distress and sickly. The girl in front of you looked more like Yoohyeon than she did only a few minutes ago.

“Hey, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I’m always here for you, okay? No matter what, baby, I am here because we’re soulmates. You’ll always own a part of my heart. I may move on and find other lovers, but you’ll always be a part of me. I can’t be more thankful for the moments we spent together, and although I’m greedy for more, I will always treasure the time we spent together. Every shared kiss, every silent romantic moment, and every second of domestic bliss will stay with me until we meet again. I await the day we shall meet again, my dearest Yoohyeon. I’ve dedicated my heart, my time, my energy, and my soul to you. I can only hope you’ve done the same. I wish I’d said this all to you when you were breathing, when you were still Yoohyeon, but I guess death brings out the best of us, right?”

You could’ve sworn that you saw Yoohyeon’s lips twitch and turn into her famous smirk that would always appear after you said something witty.

I guess I really am losing it without you here. You were my rock, and now I’m swimming in a current without my lifevest.

“I love you, Yoohyeon. Forever and always. Never forget that, okay? No matter where you are, you’ll always be with me.”

As you step away from her, you swore that you heard her voice say I love you back.

Your memories shall stay with me as long as I live. You will never truly die, Yoohyeon, because I will never allow for such a heinous act to happen.

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barry-j-blupjeans · 1 year

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@taznovembercelebration - Adventure

Lucretia was… exhausted. The last twenty-four hours had been all sorts of hell. Exactly twenty-four hours ago, she had been ducked under a bar as glasses broke and fists were thrown overhead. Someone had been laughing. Lup, maybe? Magnus, definitely. Every time she popped back up to see what was going on, she catch a glimpse of him, watching in short bursts as his expression changed from angry, to annoyed, and then straight into delight. She supposed that having a security officer who enjoyed fighting was better than having one who ran away, but the glee in Magnus's face when he got punched directly into the eye was maybe something she should be concerned about.

Davenport had eventually found her and Merle and dragged them outside. Taako was impatiently waiting at the street corner. Lup was in between the door of the bar and where Taako stood, a splatter of blood across her arm. Davenport took a full two steps into the bar again before Magnus came barreling out and shouting, "time to go!! Time to go!!" A collection of men followed him out, but Lucretia had to admit, his joy had been a little infectious. She hadn't had that much fun running since she was a kid.

Then, she had gone home and went directly to bed, expecting to fall asleep immediately. Instead, she stayed up half the night with anxiety. She had to logic herself out of it because of course anything bad won't happen, of course you've brought enough journals, of course you don't need to double check all your bags to make sure you brought everything you needed, it's going to be fine.

Spoiler alert: It was not fine.

Her morning had been perfect. Maybe that should have made her suspicious, but she hadn't really had the time to dwell on it. She arrived at the Institute ten minutes early, only to already be preceded by Davenport (not too unusual) and Barry (who looked like he hadn't slept a wink). Magnus came next, with a nasty black eye that he seemed pretty proud of, followed by Taako and Lup, who arrived seven minutes after they were supposed to have been there. Said seven minutes was nothing in comparison to Merle's thirty, but seeing as Davenport had specifically worked in time for Merle's awful time management, they weren't too off schedule.

Then, a pre-launch press, smaller than the one they had staged yesterday. All the ground control people came in groups, easing into their places. Davenport gave them a pep talk that was much more "don't you dare do anything stupid in front of the Director" than "let's try our best". Needless to say, when the Director of the Institute dropped in for a quick word, Taako "accidentally" flipped him off, Lup dabbed, Merle made a very work inappropriate joke that Magnus laughed so hard at he started coughing. And Lucretia dropped her pen, because of course she did.

The launch itself had gone fine. They had gotten into the air no problem, and exit into the planar system had been going smoothly until…

Well, until the Thing appeared.

Lucretia wasn't a brave person. She didn't have to be. Her job was to write what was happening, not do anything about it. So the moment the Thing started its descent, she had frozen in place. She had always loved stories about the end of the world. She had done a whole study on tradgies during school and the wording they used to really make it stick. She had used those skills before, mostly in memoirs or biographies, but never in her own lived experiences. No one wanted to read the story of Lucretia. They wanted something that filled them with emotion and Lucretia's life- well, it was bland. It had been bland.

She always loved stories about the end of the world. But none of them ever came from an outside perspective. The language she had learned to master in school skipped and stuttered over the important parts. Never had they truly prepared her for watching the entire world she knew and loved get consumed before her very eyes. Around her, the rest of the crew was frantic. She recalled, later, in the journal she had broken in earlier this morning, Magnus pleading with Davenport's to turn back, to go back down. She recounted Taako and Lup standing at the door to the deck, Lup gripping the side of Taako's jacket so tight her knuckles were going white. Merle, distant, looped in prayer. Barry going back and forth from the captain's room to the engine room, stubbornly refusing to look outside.

Davenport had Lup lock the doors, partly to keep them safe, but mostly to keep Magnus from rushing out. Taako joined Barry down in the engine room and Merle pulled Magnus along to the back of the ship to make sure nothing broke bad from back there. Lup had wrapped an arm around her briefly and squeezed. She didn't say anything and she was gone as soon as she had come, but it kickstarted Lucretia's brain back into gear.

Twenty-four hours since the bar. Ten since she had last been home. Seven since she had last stepped foot on grass, when she and Barry cut through the lawn to keep up with Davenport's speedwalking. Six and a half since the last contact with someone from the Institute. Now, Magnus had fallen to sleep on the tiny couch in the living quarters. Taako was deep in the kitchen, making something Lucretia couldn't identify by smell. Lup was going back and forth between him, Davenport in the captain's quarters attempting to make contact with home base, and Barry in the lab. Merle had tasked himself with putting all the furniture back in place. Right now, he was taking a break at the table Lucretia was sitting at, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

And she was writing. She wanted to scream. Or to cry, maybe. Or a little bit of both. But she had to write. First, it had been about the Thing itself, and the strange new world they had landed into, but she found herself spiraling a little bit. If the world was- if they couldn't go back, she had to write down everything she knew before she forgot it. She wrote about the older wings of the Insitute and their crumbling brick walls. She wrote about how it reminded her of the high school she had sped through back home, and the public pool next to that school where her dad would take her and her brother on hot summer days. She wrote about the beautiful lilac sky at sunset and how, when the suns rose, they almost overlapped each other. This world only had one sun. Lucretia wrote down their calendar systems and their time measurements. She wrote about where she went for her fifth birthday and the square where her mother bought tap shoes that kept her up for years at night and-

"Luce," Merle said. "You doin' okay?"

Lucretia paused.

"How am I supposed to answer that?" she said. "I'm- Merle, we just watched the world get destroyed. No, I'm not- I've not had a very good day, Merle." Another pause. "How are you?"

"Oh, y'know, same old, same old," he said. Lucretia laughed, but it felt more like a sob. Merle patted her arm and then held onto it when she started crying properly. She sunk deeper into her seat, pushing her journal away so she wouldn't get it wet. After a moment, Merle's chair squeaked as he got up from it and moved himself into the seat next to her, hugging her properly. This only made her cry harder. She wasn't trying to be loud- Magnus didn't need to wake up to this- but it must not have been a pretty sight, because the door behind them opened and then shut immediately again. No one came into the room. She tried to slow herself down.

She was so tired.

"You ever read any good adventure books?" Merle asked after a few more minutes. She shook her head, reduced to sniffles. Even if she could think of any, they'd never be able to read them again. Oh gods, all that wasted literature. "Well, I've read a few. Not a ton, mind you, but they always follow this basic little pattern, so if you've read one, you've read them all. But it always goes through the same introduction, and then this terrible thing happens-"

"We're not in a novel, Merle," Lucretia said, tired, tired, so tired. She was envious of how easily Magnus had fallen asleep. "It's- we're real people. That- that Thing, whatever it was-"

"Lemme finish," Merle cut in. "The Hero's Journey. Y'know, the big loop that they always go through on these types of things-"

"We're not- I'm not a hero," Lucretia said. "I'm a writer."

"Who says there's a difference?" Merle asked. "I'm not tryin' to tell you to be something your not. My point is that there's this set pattern 'cus it's accurate. We're all gonna go through somethin' similar to that journey, even if we don't really wanna. There's gonna be bad things that happen, 'cus obviously, it's not gonna be smooth sailing from here. But you gotta have faith it'll turn out okay. Alright? We're gonna be okay."

"You don't know that," Lucretia whispered, no matter how much she wanted to believe.

"No," Merle said. "I don't. But I've got faith in Pan and I've got faith in this crew. If I'm gonna be stuck on some shitty, vitamin D deficient world-" Lucretia chuckled again, voice still a little wet. "Then I'm glad it's with y'all. Just know that I'm here for you, if you wanna talk. Gotta get your sidekicks and stuff to be a hero, right? Though, uh, you're right, you don't exactly look the part. But I don't wanna be a hero either, so I guess both of us are stuck with Magnus or-" Merle's gaze slid over to Magnus. He snorted in his sleep. "Dav would maybe be better."

"I was thinking Lup," Lucretia said.

"Ooh, Lup's a good option," Merle said. "Though, it depends on what you qualify as hero, 'cus I'm pretty sure she's the one who took my wallet last night. Actually, maybe none of us are heroes. You might be right, Luce, we're pretty screwed."

"You're awful," Lucretia said, rubbing her eyes with her hands. Despite herself, this had helped. Somehow. She cleared her throat and pulled her journal back towards her. After a second of deliberating, she turned to the next clear page and said, "Where was your favorite place to hang out back home, Merle?"

#taz nc #taz november celebration #merle highchurch #lucretia #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #this is the last one!!! i had fun doing this this year it was great :D

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adelha-mathilde · 3 months

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Falling Into Paradise (Trigun Fanfiction) part 6

summary: After falling into a new world, Vash has been saved by a woman named Adelha. Yet he does get to meet a few other residents. Which leaves a very big impression on Vash.

characters: Vash the Stampede, Adelha Mathilde

content: mention of violence, mention of trauma, blood, injury

Vash ends up eating three plates of the pancakes and waffles as Wesson and Aqua play with his toes. Adelha more than willing to keep the food coming until he finishes the third plate and huffs out a breath. So Adelha hums to take the now empty plate and chuckle at Vash. "Someone was definitely hungry. But I think it is time you stopped, Vash. We don't want for you to overdo things." Vash gives that nervous smile to blush. "It was just so tasty. Especially the fruits you used for the pancakes. But I will say that I should make you breakfast at some point in time. To show my thanks."

Adelha visibly pauses to then give another chuckle. Vash looking to Adelha as she sits down with her mug of lemon tea. "I would accept such a trade. But you should be mindful of how you phrase things. I doubt you know of the old tales about fairies and the magic Fae folk. But I grew up with those warnings and cautions to live by them." Vash looks quite confused to really think on those words before shaking his head. "I haven't heard about fairies since I was a little kid and reading old books from Earth. Like Rumplestiltzkin. Are you saying fairies exist here?" Adelha gives a nod of her head to smile at Vash. "Hence why I warned you about my neighbors. Since they are of the Fae and tend to love pranks and mischief. The oldest warning any who believe in the Fae know is to never tell them 'thank you' for anything. Since saying such may be translated into that you owe them a favor. Which will be a disaster. Hence the stories like Rumplestiltzkin and so forth. they are to show the dangers of treating with the Fae and how terrible things might get. So mind your words, Vash."

As if on some cue, the sounds of giggling come from the outside for Adelha to heave a sigh of air. "It would seem they heard me. Brace yourself. The aerials decided to come by my home." Vash blinks to then open stare as three little winged creatures fly into the kitchen area. But they were not birds. They looked like a mix of human and bird to be giggling and chittering away. All three end up circling him before they land upon the table. The biggest of the three being the only one with arms and hands. The other two merely having wings for Vash to just stare in absolute wonder. While Adelha sips her tea to say a few things in Gaelic to her newest visitors. Which has all three look to Vash to then bow their heads before the biggest one speaks. "Hello hello, to you. We are so happy to see a new visitor in these woods. Yes yes. Such a surprise to savor. Like fine honey fresh off the honeycomb. The birds and bees said that our healing lady has a new friend. So we simply had to come and see for ourselves."

Vash gives a squeak when one of the smaller bird creatures lifts up to then land on his shoulder. Her feathers being the darkest green of the three as she coos and all but rubs her frame to his cheek, "We have never once met one such as you before in all these centuries. Such an exciting thing to meet an unknown fellow creature. Yes yes. We knew you were hurting and needed rest. But now you are awake and looking much better. We are happy to finally meet you." Adelha sighs to note with a tone of warning, "Remember. He is under my direct care and safety. As such, I expect for all of you to be on your best behavior. Vash is not to be harmed or tricked or any of those things." The bird creatures sound a bit off put to openly pout at Adelha. But they soon nod as the biggest of the three sighs and speaks. "We understand. It would not do to tire or sadden our newest guest to these woods. Especially when this one is still so badly hurt. We found the traces of the blood that was left behind from the shore. It had many of the others very worried for our guest. But if we are needed to help with the healing, we will accept an extra bottle of cream for the bargain."

Adelha looks visibly surprised at this as Vash reaches his hand out to gently touch one of the bird creatures on the head. Which has them huff to then openly grump a little. "Hey hey. How rude. We are not little pets for you to pat. We are of the Fae and should be treated with respect. But that... Does feel good..." Vash keeps giving the bird creature head rubs for the creature to coo and chitter. Which has the other two smile as Vash speaks. "So amazing. I would never be able to meet such amazing new individuals back home. it's all desert and rocks and hot winds." The bird creatures look up to Vash to ask him, "What else? What might you tell us about your home? Please please tell us!"

So Vash goes into talking about his past and his world. About how humanity ended up there and how they live their lives. About the Tomas and the Sandworms as well as the Plants. About the people he has met and the cities he has been to. Adelha filling his mug of tea on occasion as the three neighbors sit and listen with all of their attention. Until Vash goes quiet for Adelha to look to the clock and laugh. "It would seem we have spent a good hour listening to your stories and tales, Vash. But I would say we stop there for today. If you want to continue this tomorrow, I see no reason to refuse the aerials another visit."

The bird creatures openly cheer to fly around Vash and give chirps of elation. All for them to each float close and give Vash a kiss on the cheek. Which has Vash blush and smile one of those genuine real smiles. While the biggest aerial speaks with sweet happy words. "We would love to hear more about our newest addition to these woods. Yes yes. Stories are one of our favorite things. So we will go back to our nests and continue our duties to the island. Be well, one that is named Vash. We will return with gifts to trade for more stories." With that, the three little fairies fly off and out the door to giggle and laugh. Adelha looking quite thoughtful as Vash watches them leave. With Wesson and Aqua soon scampering off after the aerials and out into the front garden. Adelha gets up from her seat to move and place her hands to Vash's shoulders. "A good start for your stay here in this sanctuary. But your throat has to be raw after all that talking you just did. So let's get you back to bed for a nap."

Vash nods to then turn his gaze and look into Adelha's eyes. His words full and soft as he asks a question that came up after the fairies entered the kitchen. "Adelha. Be honest with me. There are no humans on this island. Are there?" Adelha goes as wide eyed as possible as Vash watches her reaction. But soon Adelha huffs to look to the ceiling and nod. "You would be correct, Vash. I had a feeling you would catch on rather quickly. But you keep exceeding my expectations lately." Adelha then looks to Vash to gently turn his office chair around so she might fully face him. A sadness in her gaze as she speaks. "We are supposed to simply be legend and myth to the humans that call this world their own. The Fae decided long ago that secrecy is paramount for survival. So we live among humans in plain sight. But we also do not let ourselves be known to the vast majority. But considering how you ended up here, there is little reason to hide the truth from you. I place my trust in you to keep things that need to be kept under lock and key. Yet the real question is if you trust me?"

Vash takes but a moment to really think on Adelha's words. But he makes his choice rather quickly. "I have spent so long keeping my own secrets and sins. You have given me no reason to fear you or mistrust you. So for now, I will place my trust in you. Adelha. You have given every kindness and ensured my safety ever since you found me. So I have no reason to doubt you now." Adelha goes rigid to then close those striking blue eyes. A few tears tracing down her cheeks as she sighs in relief. "I am honored by your words. Truly. Vash. Your words mean more than you might ever realize..."

#Falling Into Paradise #Main Verse #Trigun fanfiction #meeting some of the Fae #the aerials love stories

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euphorickaeya · 2 years

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

honey’s notes: hello hello! I apologize for the very long wait, I had taken a break off of tumblr to just relax and not burn myself out with writing. I also apologize for the wait on some requests for my follow event since I also stopped writing those for a bit due to the same reason I stated before, but I am back, and I’ll be finishing the rest of my works :>

summary: you had been doing a good job hiding the genshin characters in your home for quite some time, the only thing is, your friends are a little suspicious on why you’ve been so secretive lately, and being your great friends, they decide to visit you, only to come face to face with the characters you’ve been secretly harbouring.

part 2

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

pairings : zhongli/ei/venti/aether/albedo x reader.

[content warning: obsession. yandere. your “friends” make fun of you, Violence. Threats of death.] (this will be said in every work of mine, if any of these subjects make you uncomfortable, I strongly suggest not reading this part of the series. I will be making a smaller, and less dark mini-filler for those who don’t want to miss the storyline of this series.)

recommended song: rumour has it - Adele.

It was long after you, Ei, and Zhongli had returned empty handed from the grocery store, just eager to get home after some man you didn’t even know grabbed you. Zhongli was stiff and almost always had his guard up, being hyper-aware of everything around you.

Ei doesn’t like your world, she realizes that she doesn’t have the authority she thought she didn’t need. She knew if people tried that back in teyvat, they’d have their head chopped off, publicly. The rest of the group either sat somewhat anxious, or genuinely curious. Zhongli and Ei felt too angry to speak about what happened in the grocery store.

They would never bug you about it though, it’s disrespectful for them, to even ask you to explain something to them is too much of a thing to ask for them. Venti looked at you, as you glanced back at him. He opened his mouth, expecting something to come out, but not a sound.

“At the grocery store, uhm..” you started, a silent sigh comes out. All ears perked up and all gazes were on you. “I can tell you all wanna know, so at the grocery store,” In your hand, a glass of water half-full, you swirled it around, a habit you did whenever you were anxious.

“an unknown man, came up to me and made me uncomfortable, I didn’t want to cause a scene, but there was no choice-“ crack-smash! the mug in Zhongli’s hands shattered in pieces. His jaw was clenched tightly, confirming the fact that he was still thinking about it.

You jumped slightly, the glass pieces of the mug all over the couch. You say nothing of it, and start picking up the pieces, but before you could, Aether was already gently pushing you away from the pieces of glass, he prefers if he pick up the pieces so you wouldn’t get cut but the sharp ends. You let him, too tired to argue back.

Another silence washes over the six (6) of you, the tension thick and almost unbearable. Zhongli coughed into his hands. “I apologize for breaking one of your cups, your grace.” He looked at you with solemn eyes, more guilty than he should be for breaking the cup. You shook your head, as if to say that it was fine and that you can always buy a new one.

“I..I could always continue telling what happened!” Ei chirped, before deflating back, feeling the heavy weights of tension and gazed on her back. “mm, sure, Ei. Go ahead.” You gave her the go ahead, seeing that Aether has come back from disposing the broken glass.

For some reason, you found your lap more interesting than looking around with your surroundings, Ei was at the part of the story where you had encountered that creepy man at the grocery store, you see from the corner of your eyes, Zhongli’s fist tightly clenched, and maybe even a few veins popping out from his temple. He was furious.

You discreetly placed your palm over his fist, to comfort him. You realize that you’re not the only one who’s been affected by that situation and your fellow acolytes see it too. Zhongli could feel the empathetic aura you radiate towards him, a silent thanks in his gaze as he glances at you.

Venti takes note of the way you gently take Zhongli’s hand into yours, although he secretly wishes it was him instead of his..friend, he is thankful to be blessed with such a kind and caring god. Even if you don’t know it, even if you have no recollection of memories from before when you were a god, you still carry their overwhelming kindness and generosity. That makes him happy. So happy.

Aether sees the same god who helped him on his journey from Mondstadt to Inazuma, he’s amazed to see how you care so greatly for such lowly beings like them. He’s in awe, and he feels more honoured that you chose him, the more he glanced at your small action towards comforting zhongli. He’s honoured and he admires you, so much.

Albedo is curious of your display of empathy towards the god of geo, he’s very known to be “emotionless” as most Mondstadt locals say, it’s not that he doesn’t have emotions, he just, doesn’t know how they work. He’s a human being made from something not so human. He’s curious about you, and he wants to know so much more about you, maybe all of you, if you let him.

Ei, she, she doesn’t know what to feel, she feels the need to focus on the situation that happened so it may never happen again, but she can’t help but feel, somewhat overwhelmed and outmatched. Although archons have the power to change their form, identity, she feels outmatched by the men that surround you. She’s seething with envy with the fact that the guys probably have an advantage towards your good graces, maybe she should..kill them..so she can be the only acolyte truly by your side? oh what is she thinking! You’d be devastated.

Ei shook her head and continued on with the telling of the horrid event that occurred.

“I got you a Japanese paint set! I heard from a friend they’re really good quality, so..” You handed the beautifully designed box to Albedo who stood a little shocked and red, how thoughtful of his god to get him something.

“Thank..you, your grace. I’ll cherish it for eternity.” Albedo shyly thanked you from behind the paint set, making you chuckle and smile. “How cute.” You voice, very amused at the fact that Albedo’s acting like a timid bunny. You can almost see flowers floating around him.

Albedo looked at you as you chuckled, what a wonderful sight he thinks, he’s gonna miss being able to be near you so easily once you return back to teyvat. Albedo opened his mouth to speak of something when the doorbell rings. You turn your head, setting your gaze at your front door.

“Venti, you didn’t order anything again without my permission, did you?” You called out, Venti’s head popped out from upstairs, his face just over the stair railing. “No, of course not! I’d never, bard’s word.” He crossed his heart with his fingers, making you even more curious.

“Who the heck is Venti?!, Y/N open up! Who’s in there?! I’m gonna fight them!” Muffled voices come from behind your front door as you gasp, you grabbed hold of Albedo’s hand pulling him to the stairs, you made a motion for him to stay before you pulled Zhongli, Ei and Aether to the stairs. “My friends are here, that means, they don’t know you’re here and so, we have to hide you in my room.” You explain while pushing them upstairs, the loud banging from your friends making you more anxious by the second.

“Stay in my room and do not, and I mean it, do not leave this room without me saying so, okay?” You stuff them into your room, half of them falling into your bed and the rest almost tripping over themselves, “do what you want to not be bored, just..don’t ruin my bedroom, and don’t you dare go through my closet again, I’m looking at you, Venti. I swear.” You glare at him as he nodded, visibly gulping.

You ran downstairs, finally opening the door to your friends, who fell all over your floor. “Y/N! YOU’VE GOT A TON OF SHIT TO EXPLAIN, YOU KEEP CANCELLING ON US AND FOR WHAT? NOT ONLY THAT, YOU TOOK A BREAK AT YOUR JOB!?” you winced as you get scolded by your friend (friend 1 name) “I apologize (friend 1), I’ve just been super busy, I-“ you stop talking to see the same friend sniffing your couch.

“EW it smells like…man..” they look at you with a suspicious look. “You, Y/N, L/N..had a man over?..a man? A.. A date?” they questioned, stepping closer to you as they squinted their eyes in suspicion. “No?- What are you going on about?-“ more of your friends started pooling into your living room, your cat, marsh started meowing in confusion also.

“IT SMELLS LIKE MAN. LIKE..OLD. MUSKY. MAN. Y/N..WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE THAT- NO OTHER EXPLANATION THAN HAVING MEN OVER.” (Friend 2) stomps over to you, their finger poking at your chest. You had no idea what was going on as your friend dragged you to the couch, sitting them down with you.

“You’ve been missing at work for a good four (4) days, and you never and I mean never!” (Friend 2) exaggerated, “you never take such a long break, two (2) days maybe, but that’s like almost all of this week!” You say just listening to your friend ramble, you question in your head where you got such crazy people as friends.

“Are you okay? Is everything okay? Are you going crazy?? What is it, y/n?!?” Your friends shook you by the shoulders making you dizzy. “Okay! Okay stop!” You push them away, some of them stumbling. “I’ve just, not been feeling well okay? The- whatever scent you smelt or something is just a cologne I bought for a friend!” you stood up, a little annoyed and closed your still open door from them barging in.

Don’t get yourself wrong, you love your friends, but you really don’t like the way they decide when to just poke and prod into your private life. You ha d just turned to face your friends when suddenly- “[name]!! [name] [name] [name]!! Why’d you get albedo a gift?! Why not me? Where’s mine!” Venti had left the room specifically when you told him not to.

You stood flabbergasted as Venti whines at you, his hands grabbed hold of your hands, a pout on his lips, you can see from the corner of your eyes, your friends jaw dropped and shocked.

a little context, your friends have been the one to show you to genshin impact, if it weren’t for them, you would’ve never knew about Venti, or Zhongli, or Aether.

You sigh, “what the fuck.” Your friend voices.

That’s what brings you here, to another scenario where you had to explain what had happened and how fictional characters from a fictional game is now here. “I..I am speechless.” (friend 3) looked at you, disbelief in their eyes. You nodded sheepishly and laughed nervously.

“So they,” (friend 1) points at the huddled group behind you, “think you’re a god? Of teyvat?” Zhongli coughed, interrupting your friend. “Actually the creator, we don’t think, we know.” It was silent for a few moments, before your friends bursted out laughing. “I’m, I’m so sorry if you truly think y/n here is a god haha!” (Friend 2) replied in between laughs, holding their stomach.

“I mean I’d believe it if you told me they are just apart of a cosplay but, a god? You’re just making things up.” (Friend 1) retorted, “I mean look at them, how could you consider such a..normal looking person, to be a god?” Your friends ridiculed you in front of Zhongli, he’s reminded of the time at the grocery store, his fists curled tightly, his rings indented into his palm. He’s angry and offended that your friends have the nerve to even make fun of you. Venti was no longer smiling, watching your friends laugh about you was one thing, but to ridicule you and even deface you, in front of them? They’re just begging to be killed.

You were severely uncomfortable, your stomach churned and your hands shook, feeling the weight of the tension the group behind you radiated as your friends laughed even more, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect this to happen, your lips was in a grim line and Aether and Albedo noticed, Aether placed his hand on your shoulder, an attempt to comfort you.

You glanced up at Albedo by your side, you can see the anger and the hunger of a revenge-filled being in them, your eyes slowly widened, you have to hold him back, if not, he’s going to kill your friends!

Ei could feel electricity forming around her, she was enraged, how dare these low life people you willingly indulged in, think they’re so much better then you. Ei couldn’t control herself from grabbing hold of your friend and slamming them against the table, you gasp standing up from your chair, you could hear the crack of your friends wrist being broken as they cry out in pain.

“Say that again, I dare you! Try to ridicule them again!” Ei’s eyes spirals in a frenzy, her gaze hazy, her lips contorted into an angry grin. “You’ve got some nerve, coming into our grace’s house, ruining their calm afternoon, and trying to accuse them of impersonating themselves.” Ei pushed your friend tighter and tighter into the table as they started crying from the pain, you were frozen, so were your other friends as they hyperventilated, you could hear their staggered breaths more than your own.

You could feel your heart beating quickly as you try to pull Ei off from your friend as your friend fell to the ground crying and sobbing at the pain of their broken wrist and the overwhelming fear they received from being pinned down so harshly onto your table.

Albedo stepped forward, a visible frown on his face as he tries to help your injured friend get up from their spot, receiving nothing but a slap and a ‘get away from me!’ In return. He stays quiet as he takes a deep breath in, clearly annoyed and wanting nothing more than to just, bash your friends’ heads in. But he wouldn’t, not in front of you at least.

“I suggest you get the hell out of here, you’ve ruined our grace’s moods and we have no problem getting rid of you if it makes them happy.” Albedo spoke out, scaring them even more. They nodded nervously as they grabbed hold of their injured friend and left the house, you stepped back from the scene, broken glass and spilt water covered your kitchen tiles, Ei’s angered figure, huffing, you can see her taking deep breaths, Albedo turned around to glance at you, your back was against the wall as you hear your shaking breath.

“What did you do, Ei?..”

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jackarthurdavenport · 3 years

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Some of my lovely friends asked to show how I do my blending, so here is a very long tutorial! I will explain how to:

Blend GIFs with lots of movement

Blend three or more GIFs on one canvas

You will need:

Any version of Photoshop with a timeline

Basic-intermediate knowledge of GIF making (including cropping, how to use adjustment layers for color correction, applying layer masks, and placing multiple GIFs on one canvas)

Since the way I blend depends on the footage I'm able to work with, I often end up going in a different direction than I first planned. So this isn't a strict step-by-step guide that can be applied to everything you make. These are just some tips!

Read the rest under the cut.

TERMINOLOGY:

(Pretty sure you already know this but I will be repeating these a lot here, so just in case!)

Highlights & Shadows - The highlights are the brightest parts of the image. The shadows are the darkest parts. Remember that just because it's bright doesn't mean it's actually white, and just because it's dark doesn't mean it's actually black!

Negative Space - This refers to empty space around your subject. When there's negative space, it's easier to spot the focal point of the image.

BLENDING GIFS WITH LOTS OF MOVEMENT

Number of GIFs: 2 Main GIF: Closeup of Sam (“big!Sam”) Secondary GIF: Sam flying (“flying!Sam”)

STEP 1: Find the right scenes Since the subject of the secondary GIF is much smaller and basically cuts across the frame, it’s important (but not always essential!) that the main GIF has less movement and a decent amount of negative space.

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs Make your GIFs like how you usually do (Important: Remember that your GIFs need to have the same number of frames). When it’s time to crop, it’s best to have the two files opened in Photoshop at the same time so you can compare them against each other. It’s absolutely fine for them to overlap because that’s the whole point! The secondary GIF has Sam flying in from the top left to the bottom right, so I cropped the main GIF with him off-center so there would be space to see flying!Sam.

Now we have these two GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs Place the secondary GIF over the main one and adjust the blend mode. Setting the blend mode to Screen usually works, but in this case, this is how it looks:

As you can see, the highlights in the main GIF are obscuring flying!Sam in the first frames. You can only see him clearly when he’s flying over big!Sam’s face. This is because the shadows on the top GIF will lighten and/or disappear against the highlights of the bottom GIF when set to Screen. It would be too complicated to fix this with a brush (which we will get to later) because of the movement in the secondary GIF, so instead I set the blending mode to Multiply, which is the opposite of Screen. Now here is the GIF:

We can now see flying!Sam. But the blue of the sky is now a pseudo-filter over big!Sam’s face up until the last frames. So I applied a Hue/Saturation adjustment layer over the secondary GIF to remove those colors. The sky in the GIF is made up of cyans and blues, so I dragged those sliders down to -100. Here is how it looks now:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want So that big!Sam’s face isn’t covered by flying!Sam’s wings and that pesky airplane up top, we have to use a brush to erase those parts. In the Layers panel, make sure your GIF layers (in this case, groups/folders) are selected and click the Add Layer Mask button. A little rectangle next to the layer/group name will show up like so:

Then in the Tools panel, click the Brush tool, pick a soft brush and set the size to around 180-210px. The larger the brush, the softer the look. I learned this from Becca (@inejz-ghafa) who made an amazing tutorial a while back (will link it in the source at the bottom)! Adjust the brush size if you have to.

Now click on the little rectangle layer mask of the group you want to erase (in this case, the secondary GIF). When you do this, the Foreground and Background Colors buttons in the Tools panel will revert to the default black and white.

Painting with black will erase and painting with white will undo the erasure. So I erased the airplane and the bits of the wings covering his face. I didn’t erase the parts that overlap with his uniform, just to keep the effect of flying!Sam zooming across the GIF. And here is our finished product:

BLENDING THREE OR MORE GIFS ON ONE CANVAS

We will be working with these two GIFs since they use different techniques:

STEP 1: Compose your image Find the scenes you want to put in your GIF and choose which of those is the most important. Once you've decided on that, you can build the rest of the elements around it.

Sam's GIF: Multiple Exposure Effect

Number of GIFs: 3 Main GIF: Bloodied shield Secondary GIF: Closeup of Sam Tertiary GIF: Bucky with the shield

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs Since the shield is the most important part, I made it the largest GIF and cropped it close to emphasize the star and the blood. I made Sam's GIF the same size, but cropped it with his face off-center so that the star wouldn't completely cover his face. Again, it's totally fine for the images to overlap! The tertiary GIF is the least important so I cropped it smaller. To determine the size of that GIF compared to the shield, I made the Rulers visible (View > Rulers; or Ctrl+R) then clicked the top ruler and dragged down to create a guide to where I wanted the smaller GIF to end. Then I measured from the bottom of the GIF up to the guide to determine the height of the smaller GIF. (Tip: It's better to make the tertiary GIF too large than too small. That way, you have more to work with. So size it larger than it will appear on the final GIF.)

This is only a stylistic choice for this particular set, but I removed the blue from the shield and set the tertiary GIF to black and white, so that the only notable colors in the GIF are red, black and white. Varying up the coloring of each GIF (i.e. color vs. monochrome) adds some spice to the image, so play around with these different styles if you like!

Here are our three GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs At first, I made the main GIF of the shield the bottom GIF. Then I placed the secondary GIF over it and set the blend mode to Screen, but found that it lacked depth. So I switched them and made the Sam GIF the bottom GIF (blend mode: Pass Through) and placed the shield GIF (blend mode: Screen) over it. And this is what I got:

Notice how the window behind Sam on the left side is distracting? It also partially obscures the star. So I went back to Sam’s GIF, created a New Layer and painted over the window with a black brush. Now here is our GIF:

This is just my personal preference, but I wanted the area around the star to be a solid black rather than gray, so this time I created a New Layer over the shield GIF and applied a layer of black with the Paint Bucket tool, setting the blend mode to Soft Light. Now we’re done with the main and secondary GIFs:

Now let’s add the last GIF:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want Lastly, I erased the warehouse rafters over Sam’s face and a bit of his shirt and the warehouse floor on the bottom right corner using Layer Masks and a soft brush (like in the first tutorial). And we’re done!

Bucky's GIF: Silhouette Effect

Number of GIFs: 3 Main GIF: Bucky holding the notebook Secondary GIF: View of the sunrise from the boat Tertiary GIF: Sam and Bucky walking away

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs To achieve this silhouette effect, the main GIF needs to have a clear focal point, which means it’s better to have negative space around the subject and for there to be minimal movement. In this case, the subject is made up of Bucky’s hands, notebook, and part of his shirt; and there’s some movement but we can still work with that. The other two GIFs will then be placed “inside” the subject. Because the negative space in the main GIF consists of highlights, I chose a secondary GIF which emphasized the shadows. For the smallest GIF, I used a guide like in the previous tutorial to measure its size.

We have these three GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs Place the secondary GIF over the main one. In my case, I didn’t measure it right so I had to nudge the top GIF a bit to the right to fit it inside the silhouette. The important thing is that the edge of the secondary GIF should not overlap with the silhouette itself, or else the illusion “breaks.”

Now let’s add the third GIF:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want For this GIF, there’s a lot we need to erase! Using Layer Masks and a soft brush again, erase the parts of the secondary GIF that extend beyond the silhouette. It’s entirely based on personal preference if you want to keep some parts of the secondary GIF outside the silhouette (like I did here) or if you want them completely removed. And for the small GIF, erase the edges for it to blend with the secondary GIF while also staying within the silhouette of the main one.

Now here is our finished GIF:

And that’s it! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. I hope this was useful! Remember, there is no definitive way to blend GIFs, so keep experimenting. And don’t be afraid to make mistakes either, because we learn a lot from those. Happy Photoshop-ing!

- Elle

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shotorozu · 3 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

»»————-　♡　————-««

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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can u do a blurb about reader wanting a baby and asking her co-worker Spencer to be the donor because he's smart and nice and she wants a cute baby?

you said blurb and i read 2K word fic apparently lmao

Late nights behind a desk were the worst. Y/N hated reading over case file, after case file, of horrific things as she tried to choose where they went next.

The only plus side was that she wasn’t alone, Spencer was at his desk just beside her. Like he always was. They had an interesting friendship, to say the least.

Ever since Y/N joined the BAU, Spencer and her were glued at the hip. They had all the same interests, liked the same music and movies, and they spat out information the same way, they were like each other’s dorky other half— but it was just a friendship.

They had a tradition to watch at least one movie together after a case, to just chill for a bit together. Always randomly picking one of their apartments to go to, spending the night together until one of them eventually wandered off to bed. Leaving the other on the couch.

They weren’t aware of their feelings for each other for a while. Both of them being so used to being alone, and never having anyone be interested in them before. It was hard to understand if the feelings they had were pure friendship, or if it could ever be more. If the sex would fuck everything up and take away that perfect happy place they found in each other, or would it make the bond stronger?

She noticed the crush before Spencer showed any signs of liking her back. She woke up every morning thinking of him, that's when she came to the conclusion that it was more than just a friendship. She wanted him in her life forever, she wanted to kiss his perfect lips and hug his soft body, wake up beside his messy hair and just love him for the rest of eternity.

She sighed as she picked up another file, not excited to learn about the horrible acts taking place in what people called, “the best country in the world.” She’d disagree any day of the week.

This one was a file about some missing kids apparently being spotted in a van altogether in Georgia, it looked interesting enough to be the next case. She hated reading all the info, seeing every kid's happy face in the file knowing that’s not how they looked now.

“Good god,” she groaned as she flipped through the case.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked over the divider.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “just a bad case.”

She handed it to him over the desk, hearing him flip through all the sheets as he read a million words a minute. “We should show this to Emily first thing,” Spencer agreed, pushing himself over to her desk in his wheely chair.

“I will,” she smiled softly, taking the file back from him and placing it on her desk.

Spencer stood then, making his way into her space and rubbing his hand over her back slightly. “Are you okay?”

She sighed, “actually. no, I was telling Garcia I want to have a baby soon, and then I see things like this and I’m scared to do it alone but I don’t have any other option?” Ranting to him like he was her therapist.

“What do you mean?”

She turned in her chair to look up at him, his soft brown eyes really caring to hear the answer. “Sit,” she insisted.

He pulled the chair over more, sitting close enough that their knees touched. “I’m 36, I’m not having any luck finding a husband or a wife, I want a baby and if I have to do it myself I will, but what if I’m not enough? What if I have a boy and he grows up to be a killer cause he never had a dad?”

“Y/N,” Spencer’s voice was soft as he looked at her with a confused scrunch on his face. “That couldn’t happen, you’re a wonderful person, I love having you on the team and in my life, I know you’d raise good kids, you should do it.”

“Really?” She beamed at him, the words touching her heart and making her swoon a bit.

“I mean, it would be hard,” he added reason to the conversation. “You’d have to take time off, which would be good for bonding. My mother raised me alone and I turned out semi-fine, I don't hold any resentment for her not finding someone for me to call dad or even step-mom for that matter. I think if you give them all the love in the world like I know you’re capable of, your child will love you like you’re their whole world.”

She laughed as she noticed the tears welling in her eyes, waving her hand's in front of her face so she wouldn’t fully sob. “Do you want to be the donor?” She made a joke to change the topic.

Spencer laughed then too, “sure!”

Everything got serious again then, she looked at him a little differently. “Really? Cause honestly, you’re like a Grade A donor profile in the most expensive clinic!” She couldn’t help herself from laughing again at the absurdity.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad, 40 isn’t too old to have a child, is it?” He seemed to have decided that rather fast.

“Okay,” she nodded with a smile, “okay. That’s cool, sick,” she felt the words get smaller as she thought it over.

“I get it if you were kidding,” Spencer spat out. “I realize now that you might have been making a joke, I hope it’s not weird that I agreed so fast, it’s just that I think you’re a very beautiful and smart woman and the idea of helping you make a child makes me really excited. I think it would be a very good idea if you were being serious, but I get it if you’re not.”

She let him get it all out, always loving when he got like this on a case or in person, nervous or just because he wanted to talk, she loved to listen. And no one ever let him finish his thoughts, always wanting to beat him to the punch.

“Spence, I think you’re really handsome and smart too,” she smiled. “If you’re also serious, I am too.”

“How would we?” He asked as he pulled at the top button of his dress shirt, swallowing like he couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

“If you’re not opposed, I’m sure the good old-fashioned way would work?” She laughed, laying her hand on his knee softly.

It was like sparks flew at that moment as if all the fluorescent lights in the bullpen could have exploded and she wouldn’t have even noticed. Captivated by Spencer's eyes as he gasped at her touch.

“Not opposed in the slightest,” he said softly as he held his own hand over hers.

She couldn’t help herself from smiling. “Well, I think I’m all done here if you want to come to my place for a movie?”

“Sure,” he replied, offering her a hand as they stood up together.

He returned his chair to his desk, both of them grabbing their coats and bags and rejoining at the door.

“I should go say goodnight to Penny,” Y/N said softly. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he followed her through the door and down the hall to the tech room.

“Knock knock,” Y/N said as she walked through the open door. “Oh great and knowledgeable one, I’ve come with my nightly farewell.”

“Oh my knight, I shall miss you,” Penelope played along, sauntering over to her and wrapping her up in a hug. “I leave you with this until your return.”

“Through scorching deserts, and blistering winds, I will make it back to you, always,” she tried not to laugh as she hugged her back. “I also brought forth the jester.”

Spencer was laughing in the doorway as the two of them looked at him, “hi?”

“The pretty boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Um,” Y/N smiled, “Spencer and I are just going back for our nightly movie.”

Penelope looked at both of them, jaw slightly gaped, “nightly? I thought it was a case by case thing?”

“It’s a good excuse for us to talk,” Spencer smiled at her.

“Mhmm,” she smirked, “well have fun.”

She pulled Y/N back into another hug, hiding her face from Spencer, “I need all the dirty deets in the morning.”

Y/N smacked her arm softly as she pulled back, “goodnight pretty penny.”

“Farewell brave knight, handle with care, Jester,” Penelope pointed her finger at him, giving him a knowing glance.

“Yes, oh Knowledgeable one, always,” he blushed.

He reached out his hand for Y/N, interlocking their fingers as they left her office and headed towards the elevator. A rare moment of bravery on his part, holding hands like this didn’t spread a lot of germs.

“We’re going to have to discuss a lot of logistics like realistically this isn’t going to be just a fuck and oh look its a baby. This is a real live baby that we need to raise and care for,” she reminded him as the elevator doors shut.

“I’d like to be as involved as you’d let me be,” Spencer replied. “I don’t have to be 'dad' to them, I could be uncle Spence that’s fine too.”

“Oh no, you’d be Dad for sure,” she nudged him slightly. “I mean like, weekends and holidays and birthdays, your mom will want to see them surely, my parents will want to see them. Housing,” she looked at him horrified. “I have an apartment with 2 bedrooms, I don’t think I could let them sleep somewhere without me.”

“I have been looking at houses,” Spencer added before the doors opened to the garage, “you’re driving right?”

“Yeah, you were saying?” She replied, digging her keys out of her purse and leading him towards the car.

“Derek Morgan, I’m not sure if you’ve met him yet, he fixes up old homes in DC and Virginia now. He just finished one and I helped him with it. I think I’m going to buy it from him. It has 4 bedrooms, we could all live under the same roof? It would be easier to co-parent.”

She was amazed at how fast he adapted to this as if he’d been having the same thoughts she was having. At a certain point wanting kids becomes a pipe dream filled with desperation and emptiness, he looks like he’s experienced it too.

She opened her door and sat down before replying to him again. Thinking about how wonderful he was going to be during this process, “thank you, Spencer.”

“For what?” He asked as they both closed their doors.

She sighed, relaxing into her seat as she started the car. She turned to him softly, not wanting to cry as she spoke softly. “Being a mom is more of a dream to me than joining the BAU was, this is the best gift you could give me.”

He reached his hand out again, holding it softly. Running his thumb over her knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah,” she nodded softly.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her, staring at their hands as he rubbed her skin.

“Um, I’ve been pretty infatuated with you since you joined,” he let it out finally. Like a ton of bricks off his back he relaxed a bit, “after everything with Maeve, Cat and Max… oh god, and JJ... I was so worried that if I got too close to you I’d lose you. I tried to keep the feelings in, that's why I said what I did to Penelope. She knows how I feel about you.”

It was like fireworks were going off in her chest as the butterflies erupted inside of her. She sat up, turning to him more and ripping her hand from his grasp.

It startled him, he looked at her anxiously as if she was going to yell at him. But she placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

His arms snaked around her waist, wishing they could get closer if it wasn’t for the damn centre console of her car. Pressing their lips together, hard, as they breathed each other in. Desperation taking control, she wasn’t able to let go of him.

When she finally did pull away, however, the look on his face was priceless. Like expensive art, every line and freckle had a meaning. He was surprised, enamoured, grateful, desperate for more.

She smiled softly, rubbing her thumbs over his cheek. “Good, cause it would be awkward having your baby and not getting to love you every day too.”

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neonacity · 3 years

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LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER | CH.4

LUCID DREAMS - A TYPE OF DREAM WHEREIN THE PERSON IS AWARE THAT THEY ARE CAUGHT IN A DREAM WORLD.

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare?

NOTE:This is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line which means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, please refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here— this is not love, this is obsession—nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age. Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

“Deep into that darkness, peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared dream before”

— Edgar Allan Poe

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yes. I checked the results of her scans and there seems to be no broken bones. But she did hit her head hard so I would suggest she take a rest for a couple of days."

The voices dipped in and out of your swimming consciousness like broken records. There were words that you caught and tried to grasp, but you couldn't quite make out what they mean while you struggled to emerge from your half asleep state. A searing pain ran down the left side of your head and you winced, before a particularly harsh throbbing there finally sent your eyes flying open.

The first thing you saw were the red velvet drapes hanging from the middle of what looked like the ceiling of a four poster. You frowned at it, not quite understanding what exactly it is you were looking at, when another painful throb on your temple had your hand flying towards it.

You were too focused on trying to grit back the pain that you missed the hurried rustling from beside your bed. When your vision finally focused again, you saw five heads peer at you wearing identical worried expressions.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Taeyong asked softly, concern written all over his face. He raised his hand slowly to reach out to you, but then something snapped deep down in your consciousness that sent you bolting up into a sitting position, your feet scrambling against the mattress until your back hit the headboard. Your eyes jumped from one face to the next, heart thudding harshly against your chest.

Taeyong's expression shifted from that of shock into pain at your reaction. He didn't make any other move, his gaze briefly moving instead to the person standing beside the head of your bed.

"Taeil-hyung…"

You felt a gentle hand rest on your shoulders then. For the first time, you noticed the man in a white jacket leaning towards you. He looked unfamiliar, but there was something about him that calmed you down. He peered closer into you now, brown eyes quickly scanning your features.

"Shh… everything's okay. How are you feeling?"

His soft voice slowed your heartbeat down a little. You tried to give him an answer, wincing at the scratchiness of your throat.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a doctor. Do you know where you are right now?"

Your gaze moved from him, then back to the others who are still standing on the fringes of your bed. Now that you are much calmer, you could finally properly recognize the rest of the group in the room. Taeyong sat closest to you while Haechan and Renjun hovered by the foot of the bed wearing identical frowns. Jaemin stood by the other side, his hand wrapped around Jisung's shoulders loosely. The youngest boy looked on to you, eyes rimmed with red.

You slowly nodded after swallowing the dryness in your mouth.

"The… manor…"

You visibly saw the rest of the group give a collective sigh of relief. Taeil moved to sit beside you and gently moved your face to him to quickly check your eyes with his pen light.

"She's still a little bit confused from the fall. She does look okay though," he said and you figured he was talking to the others instead of you. You frowned as you felt him take your wrist to check your pulse.

"I… fell?"

His brown eyes glanced at you briefly.

"You did. You don't remember anything?"

Before you could even respond, you heard Taeyong gently speak from your side.

"You fell on a ravine. We heard Jisung crying when we came back and came looking for you guys as fast as we could. You were unconscious when we found you…"

You let his words sink in slowly. Little by little, your memories came slipping back like little puzzle pieces that arranged themselves slowly in the back of your mind.

You remember Chenle's screams, you running into the forest, and then the feeling of falling into nothingness. Your hands balled over the blanket covering you as your head throbbed again.

"I'm so sorry, noona," your attention moved to Jisung who leaned just a little bit closer to you. He looked like he had been crying. "Chenle and I took our playing too far. We didn't think that this would happen…" he trailed off and you saw Jaemin try to soothe him by rubbing his arm.

"Where's Chenle…? Is he alright?" You asked, remembering that the boy was calling for help before your own accident.

"Yes. He's still unconscious from the anesthesia. He broke his leg from his fall but we were able to rush him to the clinic with you," Taeyong answered again.

"Is your head hurting? We had to make a couple of stitches on you, but your scans turned out fine," the doctor, who you figured out is named Taeil, asked again. Your hand raised once more to the side of your head and noticed the bandages there for the first time. One side of your skull alternated from throbbing dully to stinging sharply.

"Um...it hurts a little bit."

Taeil simply nodded and grabbed his pen to write something on the file he was holding. "That's normal. I thought you would have some short-term memory loss so it's good that you're only dealing with pain. I'll prescribe you painkillers for it."

You listened silently to what he was saying, only half understanding the context of his words. You still felt confused… like there was something you are missing.

As if he read your mind, Taeil glanced up at you again.

"Feeling confused is normal since you hit your head. You should also expect some intense headaches for a couple of weeks, maybe even some mild hallucinations. We'll try to control that with the medicine I'll give you but we're not sure how your body will react to them so just prepare yourself for the possibility, okay?"

You numbly nodded as you watched him finish scribbling something on a smaller piece of paper.

"Other than that, you don't need to be admitted to the hospital. But feel free to come back when you don't feel better after two weeks. You do have someone at home to watch over you, right?"

That made you stop, remembering that you would be alone for a couple of days. Taeil patiently waited for your answer, hand still hovering over his files.

"I… uh… I'm alone for three days but my boyfriend will be back after that…'' you finally managed to say. He frowned slightly at your answer.

"You don't have any relatives who can watch over you?"

You shook your head.

"You can stay here with us," you heard someone say and you looked over to Renjun who was still watching you with a worried expression on his face. "At least until you have someone with you at home."

The rest of the group seemed to have been taken by surprise by his suggestion as much as you were. The boy simply looked at his brothers in answer, however, a frown settling between his brows.

"It's the least we could do, right? Technically, it is our fault. And she got in an accident while at work. We can't just leave her on her own."

Taeil looked from the group, then at you. "That's not a bad idea… you do need to be under observation at least for a couple of days."

You honestly didn't know what to answer. Something told you to say no to the offer, but another part of you simply didn't have the energy to argue with the proposition. Before you could even give a reply, Jisung untangled himself from Jaemin to hold your hand. When you looked at him, he seemed on the verge of tears again.

"Please, noona? Can I make it up to you?"

You watched him, torn by the expression on his face. Finally, you gave a sigh.

"Okay… but I do need to tell my boyfriend that I'll stay over. And I don't really have anything with me…"

"You can borrow our mom's wardrobe. I think you are about the same size," Haechan offered. "Then we can just buy your other things."

You didn't know what to feel about that but nodded at the suggestion, at least for now. With the decision finalized, Taeil finally turned to Taeyong and handed him the paper he had been writing on.

"Here’s her prescription then. I have bottles of the painkillers with me but you might need to drive back to town for the sleeping pills," he said as he turned towards the older boy. "She might need it in case she gets trouble sleeping."

Taeyong nodded as his eyes quickly scanned the paper handed over to him. "About Chenle, do I also need to get him something?"

"We can talk about that separately. How about we go check him now? He must be up around this time, too."

The older boy threw you a glance and a parting apologetic smile before following Taeil who had already picked up his bag and started heading towards the door. Beside you, Jisung quickly let go of your hand to follow the doctor.

"Taeyong-hyung, I'll go with you. Noona, I'll be back later."

You watched silently as the group left and closed the door softly behind them. You still felt a little out of it that you didn't really give notice to the three boys left inside your room until you felt your mattress dip a little. A finger to your chin broke you from your reverie, and when you turned to your side, you saw Jaemin peering at you closely.

"Does it still hurt, noona?"

You blinked at his closeness, but you still felt too weak to even panic or move away. So instead, you simply nodded, goosebumps rising on your flesh as he moved to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"I'm sorry… now your pretty face is all scratched up, too. I don't think they'll leave marks though… so we don't have to worry about that, hmm…?" His eyes roamed your features slowly and deliberately. You swallowed and finally moved away for a bit.

"Do you remember what happened? Did you slip?"

Renjun's question was the distraction you were looking for. Turning to him, you gave yourself some time to process an answer, slowly shifting through the memories that were still painful and hazy for you to fully grasp. Still, you tried to recall what you could manage, your confusion only growing as you shifted through the bits and pieces of what you could remember.

There were a few things that didn't make sense to you and a few that you were also sure to be true, the most glaring one being the impossibility of you slipping down that cliff. No, you didn’t lose your footing.

You were pushed.

"No… I didn't. Something… something hit me," you finally managed to mumble. The three boys looked at each other, mild confusion in their expressions.

"Hit you? Like an animal?" Haechan asked with a concerned tone. You slightly shook your head as you thought over that possibility as well.

The thing is… you were sure there were no other people in the woods because everyone was accounted for when the accident happened. Taeyong and the kids weren't back yet from their trip and you were sure Jisung and Chenle were in another part of the forest since you heard them call out to you. Jeno is the only one left… but the chances of him being in the woods with you were also slim because of his injury. So that only leaves two possibilities—one, being a wild animal as the culprit behind your fall, or two, that someone else who isn't part of Rosewood manor was there with you in the woods.

Personally, you desperately wanted the first one to be true, but a gnawing feeling inside of you told you no. Your head might still feel a little hazy, but there's one thing you can be sure of.

The force that sent you hurtling down the cliff? That was no animal.

They were human hands.

"Might be… an animal," you whispered more to yourself than to address the boys in the room after a while. You didn't know what pushed you to lie through your teeth, but your gut feeling told you it is the right thing to do at the moment.

Haechan, Jaemin, and Renjun exchanged worried glances amongst themselves, obviously not buying what you just said. Fortunately, they didn't seem to push it for now.

"Well...we'll leave you alone tonight so you can rest. Haechan and I will try to look for clothes that could fit you so you can get changed. If you need anything, you can just press 0 on that intercom. It connects you to Taeyong-hyung," Renjun explained gently and pointed towards a small machine on the wall beside your bed. You nodded and gathered the blankets closer to you.

"We'll go now. Rest well, noona," Haechan said as he turned towards the door. Renjun followed after giving you another apologetic smile.

You waited for Jaemin to finally pick himself up from your bed as well before allowing yourself to relax. Silently, you moved your gaze towards him, only to be met by his smile. It was strange… how even though he looked so kind and gentle, the way he stared at you still sent chills running down your spine.

"Don't worry. We'll make it up to you. We'll take care of you really well…"

----- "I can drive back tonight and pick you up early tomorrow," Jaehyun said over the phone, his voice barely concealing his worry and agitation. You gnawed on your lower lip as you stared at the view outside of your room, the night sky looking foreboding without any presence of stars. You have managed to prop yourself up against the seat in front of your window out of your sheer desperation to temporarily escape the bed. It is quite ironic, maybe even strange, how you feel claustrophobic inside despite the expansive space of your quarters.

"It's fine, Jae. I'm doing much better now," you finally managed to say as you forced yourself to look away from the view of the forest beyond. Just looking at it gave you chills even though you know you should feel safe in the confines of the manor now.

"Baby, you have stitches on your head," Jaehyun tried to say that evenly, though you know just how much he is panicking right now. For a stranger, your fiance can easily pass off as unbothered and calm most of the time, but you know him enough to read him like an open book. To be honest though... you can't really blame him for how he is reacting right now.

"Yes, but I'm feeling fine now. I don't really want you to drive back this late…and besides, your workshop just started. It's only for three days anyway,” you tried to reason out, though another part of you desperately wants him by your side at the moment. You tried your best to fight it off, however, knowing how important this business trip is for him. “I think it’s okay if I stay here temporarily while I wait for you,” you added, trying your best to sound convincing.

Jaehyun was silent at the other end of the line and you patiently waited for him to speak again, knowing full well that he is just looking for another possible compromise to the situation. Finally, he sighed.

"Are you sure you are safe there though?" He asked quietly after a while. His question made you stop for a little bit, your eyes moving towards the view of the woods from your window again.

"...yes. I have a very private room right now so I can rest well," you answered as you tore your eyes away from it and forced yourself to look at the interiors of your quarters instead. Studying it now, it looks a lot like the layout of Jeno's room so you figured you must be in the same hallway.

"That's not what I mean," Jaehyun said, and you already know what he is going to say next. "What I mean is, are you sure you can trust the people there?"

It took you a few seconds to answer that. You would be lying to yourself if you say you don't feel strange and jumpy right now, but at the same time, you also feel a little guilty for harboring such emotions when the family was nice enough to offer you temporary space and care. Sure, your accident still remains a mystery, but it’s not like you can assume that anyone wanted it to happen, especially since Chenle also ended up injured. It’s because of that reason that you simply swallowed back your nerves, chalking up your odd feelings as after effects for your fall.

"Yes, of course. They haven't really bothered me that much. I don't think we should worry about it…"

Jaehyun's silence said that he wasn't entirely convinced. It took a moment for him to finally give a resigned gust of breath.

"Fine. Keep yourself safe, okay? I will call you back again tomorrow morning. Make sure you rest tonight."

"Okay...Don't worry about me too much," you said, smiling even though you know he couldn’t see you right now.

"I will still try and see if I can cut my trip shorter, alright?"

You chuckled. There it is, the compromise.

"Okay…"

"I love you. Stay safe."

"I will… Love you too."

"Oh, and honey?" You were about to cut the call when his voice stopped you again. You pressed the phone closer to your ear once more, waiting for his last words.

"Lock the door."

Your eyes flew towards the dark oak door at the other end of the room at his words.

"Okay, I will. Goodnight, baby."

You let out a tired sigh when you finally finished the call. Maybe Jaehyun was right… Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he could cut his trip and go home earlier than planned. For now though, you don't have any other choice but at least spend the first night here to recover a little more. Your wound has honestly started stinging again, maybe because the effect of the first painkillers are finally starting to wear off.

You gave one long look around your quarters before throwing your phone on the wide four poster bed. When your gaze landed on the door once more, you heard Jaehyun's reminder echoing in your mind again.

Slowly, you walked towards it, feet padding over the lush rug that covered the whole floor of the room. You noticed that there was a double lock system installed on it at least—a knob one, and a bolt-type that can be maneuvered from the inside. You gave an internal sigh of relief when you took notice of the latter, knowing that you have at least a level of protection even from those who have keys to the house. You have started to reach out to fix both locks when the door swung open all of a sudden, causing you to stumble back a little in shock.

Haechan looked back at you with the same look of surprise on his face at the threshold. For a while the two of you just stood there, staring at each other.

"Ah, I'm sorry, noona. I forgot to knock. I'm not really used to having guests here," he smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. His apologetic chuckles finally made you unfreeze from your spot.

"Tha-that's fine. I was just surprised. Why… are you here?"

"Oh, I just have to give you this," he extended his hands over to you, and for the first time, you noticed the folded garment that he was holding. You gingerly took it, feeling the softness of silk brushing your fingers.

"Renjun and I tried to look for an old night gown of our mom's that would fit you. It is a little bit old fashioned but it's clean and still holds up together so I think that would work, at least for now."

At his words, you took a closer look at the dress on your hands before unfurling it to its full length. He was right, it does look a little dated with its long sleeves, laced collar, and embroidered hem that would probably fall mid-leg on you, but the size looks just enough for your frame. You looked up at Haechan again with a smile.

"Thank you. I think this will work… But, are you sure it is okay for me to borrow it?" You asked hesitantly, eyes falling briefly again on the dress. After all, you do know the story behind their parents, and there are some people who can get a little sensitive about the possessions of their passed on loved ones. The least you could do is to bring up the question.

Haechan, however, looked the least bit bothered. You didn't catch it because you were studying the lacework on one of the cuffs under the light, but one end of his lips curled up into a smirk as his hooded gaze moved to study the dress on your hands before grazing your form from head to toe.

"No. We don't mind. It's the only female clothing that we can offer for now, unless you want to borrow one of our clothes~?"

That immediately made your eyes snap back to him. His words were innocent, but the way his voice curled made your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

"No, that's not what I meant—"

The embarrassment on your face must have looked too obvious because the boy suddenly burst out laughing, his giggles sounding like a lilting tune as it floated down the hallway. You've always noticed how beautiful his voice is, but it is only now that you realized how calming it is to the ears, despite your current flustered state.

"Yah, I'm kidding, noona. I was just trying to make you feel better," he said after his laughter calmed down. You tried to give him an apologetic smile and looked down on the dress in your hands, your fingers unconsciously finding comfort from the smoothness of the silk. Haechan drank your expression silently with his eyes in the brief moment that you were distracted. You have always had this independent and confident air around you normally, but you have a more subdued nature now, probably because you are hurt.

He studied you silently as a thought formed in his mind. He may like the way you carry yourself on an everyday basis, but the way you are now?

He loves it.

"Besides… I think you'll look pretty on it," he said softly, voice sounding like whispers on skin. You looked up to see him smiling at you fondly, as if he is remembering a distant memory.

You cleared your throat before nodding. "Thank you. I'll change to this tonight. Please say thanks to Renjun as well."

Haechan gave you his signature smile and clasped his hands behind his back.

"No problem. We'll check on you tomorrow again. Goodnight, noona."

You were about to close the door when you suddenly stopped halfway as you remembered something.

"Oh, sorry. Another thing."

The boy turned back to you to give you a questioning look. You smiled at him apologetically.

"Can I ask to have some of my medications? I don't know who has it but I think Taeyong was handed my prescription. It's just that, my head is hurting again so I’d like to take some before going to sleep…"

Haechan's brows raised slightly at the realization.

"Oh, Taeyong-hyung hasn't visited you yet then? Ah… I think it's because he is still busy with Chenle. I can get them for you, noona."

"Will that be okay? Really sorry for asking this."

"Stop apologizing, it's fine," he winked and you managed to return it with a grateful smile. "I'll look for Taeyong-hyung and bring you your meds. Maybe you can get changed for now."

"Thank you, Haechan."

"I'll be back," he nodded before turning on his heels again, a spring on his step.

------- "Shhh… sweetie, don't cry. You know I don't like it when you do that, right?"

A woman bent over a boy not older than seven who was currently cowering against the shadowed corner of the room. The space didn't have any lights on, but the sliver of moonlight that passed between the small crack of curtains shone on the tear-streaked face of the child. The female in front of him gently reached out for his face, cradling his cheeks lovingly between long, slender fingers.

"Look at you, you look like a mess now… stop crying, okay?" Her voice was soft and angelic when she spoke, enough to calm down the sobs wrecking the thin frame of the child before her. The boy gave a small nod which made her smile, her dainty features glowing with happiness.

"Very good. Now… you do know we have to go through this, right? You've been a bad boy so you leave me with no other choice."

The child froze in fear but softened his stance after a few heartbeats. He mumbled softly, trying his best to keep his voice from breaking.

"Yes… mother."

The woman's expression remained somber, as if she was in pain. She gently moved her hand to run her thumb over the boy's cheek, wetting her sharp fingernail with his tears.

"You do know that even if it will hurt, mother still loves you a lot, right? Mama is doing this because she cares for you a lot and she wants you to be good... my sunshine... my precious, precious boy…"

Her soothing voice mixed with her words made the boy stop crying entirely. Instead, his eyes shone with pure adoration for her.

"Yes, mama… I know that."

The lady smiled. Her eyes scanned the features of the child momentarily before finally letting her hand holding his face drop to her side. Slowly, she straightened up again to her full height, but not before grabbing for something from the floor beside her. The moonlight caught it before it got swallowed by the darkness of the room again—a leather belt so thin it almost looks like a whip.

The woman raised her hand gracefully above her head before giving one last loving smile at the boy on the floor.

"Now, try not to scream too much… we don't want to hurt your voice."

---- Haechan softly hummed a happy tune as he walked through the wing of the house where their private quarters are. It was late at night and the rest of his brothers had retreated back into their own rooms despite all the excitement that happened in the past few hours. His gaze touched each door as he passed them, a smile curling the tips of his lips as he did.

There are a few things that Haechan believes sets him apart from the rest of his family. He isn't as physically strong as Jeno, as charismatic as Jaemin, or as patient and quiet as Renjun. He isn't as friendly and likable as Mark, nor is he also as innocent and magnetic as Jisung and Chenle.

What Haechan is, however...is smart and cunning…

He is smart enough to always be two steps ahead of everyone and cunning enough to move the pieces that he set without having to lift a finger if he wanted to. There is a subtleness in him that doesn't make red flags flash in someone’s head unlike Jaemin does whenever he can't control his neediness, but he has enough pull to get under someone's skin if he wanted to unlike Renjun who prefers the quiet and watchful approach. Oh and Jeno? He knows how to use Jeno's strength well.

He knows it enough to suggest to his brother to give a little friendly push to the right direction—or rather, to the right cliff—so the wheel can finally move. Sure, it might hurt someone, maybe even break a bone or two, but that's normal. After all, when you love, you should be willing to hurt a little.

His hums died when he finally stopped at the last room down the hallway, mind trying to picture what's on the other side. His gaze quickly glanced at the small tray in his hands carrying a small glass of water and a variety of pills that gleamed under the dim lighting. He smiled. Finally, he raised his hand to gently tap on the oak door in front of him.

"Noona, can I come in? I have your medicine with me."

He heard a soft rustling from the other side before the door finally opened. Silently, Haechan took a calming breath and tried his best to look casual at the vision that welcomed him. Of course he was right. The dress looked perfect on her, almost as if she was the original owner of it. She looked like she stepped out from a dream… his dreams.

Oh and what he would do to keep her there.

He gave her a friendly smile now as he pushed the tray to her hands. She returned it with a grateful look before studying the oddly matched colors of pills there silently. They shone dully under the dim lighting of the hallway, as if officially warning the start of something.

Yes, Haechan believes that there are a few things that starkly sets him apart from the rest of his brothers. But if he were to choose one, he would say he is ruthless. Ruthless enough to drag someone down a little, all the while wearing that sunny smile on his face.

After all, a little nightmare won't hurt anyone.

"Don't forget to take them so you can feel better, okay noona?"

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CHAPTER 5

A/N: Okaaay so the core four have finally been covered. Guess it’s time to ask now who is the scariest? JK. Taglist below!

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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!

Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572

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00:32:05

Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—

Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!

Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.

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00:56:25

Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—

Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.

Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.

Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.

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01:01:15

Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.

Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.

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01:02:04

Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!

Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.

Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.

Cleo: Laaaaaffe

Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—

Both: laaaaffe!!

Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!

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01:07:16

Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream

Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!

Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!

Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—

Cleo: oh I’m sorry.

Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”

Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!

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01:29:43

Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?

Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.

Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.

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01:31:11

Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.

Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.

Joe: Hm, that makes sense.

Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.

Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.

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01:42:47

Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.

Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.

Joe: Yay Cleo!

Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.

Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.

Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.

Joe (quietly): I am so glad

Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.

—

01:44:19

Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.

—

02:00:54

Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?

Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!

Cleo: *cackling*

Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.

Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!

Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—

Cleo: *dying*

Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.

Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”

Joe: nOO!!!

Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.

Joe: But I’m really good at it!

Cleo: *spitting out her drink*

—

01:49:52

Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.

Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.

Joe: yay!

Cleo: On a flimsy raft.

Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—

Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.

Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.

Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.

Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.

Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.

Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…

—

02:04:43

Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—

Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.

Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-

Cleo: And then he just continues

Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.

—

02:15:26

Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.

Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”

Joe: My definition of what?

Cleo: Need.

Joe: Need.

Cleo: I need a green suit.

Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.

—

02:30:23

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.

Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?

Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.

Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.

Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.

Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.

Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.

Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—

Both: Joe’s despair.

—

02:34:31

Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.

Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.

Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.

Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.

Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?

Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.

Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.

Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.

—

02:51:53

Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?

Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.

Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.

Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.

Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.

Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.

Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.

—

03:38:48

Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.

Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.

Cleo: Fact.

—

04:00:34

(Having finished her model)

Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.

Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.

Cleo: Ok.

Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.

Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Hey ❤️ Can you write something with number 10. Undercover/fake relationship, with Gibbs? Maybe add a bit of angst?

Undercover

gif by lucifersagents

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: Angst, undercover work, mentions of death and usual NCIS things, more angst, but fluffy ending

Promt: #10 undercover/fake relationship

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"We got a body." Gibbs announced to the team. You groaned. You had just wrapped up a case and almost instantly were diving into the next one.

"Don't murderers ever take a vacation?" You whined to Dinozzo.

"No, but we are. 3 marines found dead with their wives, in Miami, Florida. All were on vacation for their honeymoon." McGee informs the group. Everyone spent a few minute studying the victims.

"You know y/n you kind of look like the wives. And, and Gibbs you kinds resemble the husbands. In ya' know the stone cold marine type way." That earned a hard slap to the back of the head. "I'm just sayin'. We might have an opportunity here."

"You mean undercover?" You asked curiously, glancing at Gibbs. His face remained unwavering.

"Yeah, I mean, you two pretend to be married and we lure the guy to you two instead of some other couple." Dinozzo continued. You had to admit he had a point.

"I agree with Dinozzo, boss. This might just work well enough to distract him from killing another couple." Gibbs nodded slowly, still staring at the file.

"Ok, pack a bag everyone. Me and y/n will be going undercover, the rest of you will be running point from inside with the Miami PD." Gibbs grunts out before heading to the elevator. McGee shot you a look and you just shrugged.

* * *

10 hours later and you were settling into a lush honeymoon sweet in some way overpriced fancy hotel.

"So, Gibbs, how do you want to go about doing this? We need a back story, and I cant keep calling you Gibbs, because well that just doesn't make sense." You were babbling. But you always did when you were nervous. And you were only nervous because you may or may not have developed some feelings for the man standing before you.

"I guess your right." He sat on the edge of the bed. "We met at a small coffee shop, I was on my way to work, you were..." he was struggling to come up with something.

"Most of the wives were also marines, they just served for a much smaller amount of time than their husbands, they all worked on the same bases as their husbands. So I was also on my way to work, coincidently at the same place." He nodded going along with it.

"That works." He paused. "We need names."

"You could probably stick with Jethro Gibbs, and I would be Y/n Gibbs." He raised an eyebrow at you. "What? It would probably be easier just in case we slip up with a name." He couldn't argue there.

"Alright we should probably get some rest. Long day tomorrow." You agreed quickly with him, and you both made your way towards the bed. The bed. The only bed.

"I can sleep on the couch." He offered.

"Really Gibbs? No, we can share. Its a huge bed." And so you shared. He nodded, and swallowed audibly. You both got under the covers on your respective sides. And you heard Gibbs breathing even out signaling that he was asleep. You turned over and saw how serene his faced looked. You fell asleep soon after.

* * *

You awoke the next morning with a foriegn weight on your chest. Opening your eyes slowly you looked down only to find a head of salt and pepper hair. Gibbs. Gibbs was wrapped around ypu like-like a koala. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle, his legs tangled with yours while his head rested on your chest, your hands in his hair. You needed to get out of this bed. You ever so gently removed yourself from his arms, and he whined. He actually whined before falling back asleep.

You made a point not to bring this morning up once he woke up.

* * *

The case had seemed to be going relatively well. That is until you were almost caught following a suspect. The guy was walking back around a corner in an alley, probably because he had dropped his keys. If you didn't do something fast, then you would both be caught and ultimately busted.

All of a sudden Gibbs grabbed you and pressed you into a wall. He reached his hand down around your thigh hoisting it up along his side. And then his lips were on yours. He kissed you like a starved man, your mouths slanted together. He pressed into you more, and with one of his hands on your face and the other on your thigh, you let out a soft moan. Grabbing him by the collar you pulled him in harder and kissed him with even more passion than you thought possible.

The spell was unfortunately broken when the guy grabbed Gibbs by the shoulder yanking him back. He had a gun pointed directly at him.

Although unfortunately for him the rest of the team along with many officers were waiting for him to make his move and he was arrested within seconds.

And you and Gibbs couldn't look each other in the eyes.

* * *

The case cleared up pretty quickly after that, and you and Gibbs headed back to your room to collect your stuff. Once in the room the silence was deafening.

"Listen y/n, I'm sorry about the kiss. I just needed him to be distracted long enough to notice us." He daid a grim look on his face.

"I uh, it's fine." Yous stumbled out.

"You okay y/n?" He asked hesitantly stepping closer to you.

"I just, that seemed a lot more than just an undercover kiss." You paused waiting for a reaction. "It just seemed too real." You added quietly. His face quickly changed to one of almost anger.

"Well, it wasn't real." He snapped.

"Jeez Gibbs, you don't need to get defensive. I was just saying-" he cut you off.

"Listen y/n, that kiss was nothing. The only reason I would ever kiss you is if it pertained to a case!" You felt your eyes tear up as the realization crossed his face at what he just said.

"Wow, um. O-okay. I'm all packed, so I'm just gonna go." The tears were steadily falling down your face now.

"Wait y/n, that's not what I meant." He said, his voice softer now.

"No really sir, its fine. We should probably just remain professional from now on so that no feelings get mixed in with work." You walked to the door. "Goodbye Agent Gibbs." And you slammed the door behind you. Leaving Gibbs in that room by himself wondering what the hell he had just done.

* * *

You had closed yourself off completely from Gibbs in the upcoming weeks. He hated it of course, but he thought it best. He was sure he was falling in love with you, but he couldn't get close. He would only end up hurting you.

You had confided in Ducky one day after work. He had asked you why you had been avoiding Gibbs so much and you told him. He wanted to smack Gibbs. He would settle for giving him a piece of his mind.

So after work he called Gibbs downstairs to his office and shut the door behind him.

"You're an idiot." He scoffed.

"Excuse me?" Gibbs was taken aback by his friends bold words.

"She loves you too. And you're just pushing her away. Listen, not every woman you are with is going to get hurt, and you need y/n. I haven't seen you that happy since, well in a long time." Gibbs sat quietly taking in the words of his colleague.

"I-I didn't know what to do Duck. She was too close and I just... I panicked." He said quietly. Ashamed at the way he had spoken to you.

"Heres what you are going to do..."

* * *

You were sitting at you desk when you received a text from Palmer that you were needed in autopsy, you headed to the elevator and hopped in pressing the floor number. As you reached the floor, the doors slid open, revealing Gibbs, with a bouquet of flowers?

He stepped into the elevator, remaining quiet until it started moving. He pulled the emergency button and the elevator came to a halt. He turned slowly to face you.

"Y/n, you know I'm not good with words, and you know how much I hate apologizing. But I'm sorry for what I said and how I acted." He handed you the flowers. You took them giving him a skeptical look.

"Thank you?" You were very confused at where this was going.

"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the hell out of me." He paused. "When I kissed you it was the best kiss I had ever had and I just didn't want to let you get close. I was scared." You knew it took a lot for him to say all of that to you, so you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Thank you." You smiled at him. "I love you too you idiot." He chuckled at your words.

"I guess I am pretty stupid." You nodded.

"Yeah, but I know how you can make it up to me." You said a mischievous glint in your eyes. And boy did he make it up to you.

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Let me know what you think about this one! I loved this. I know its short, but I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so keep them coming! If you would like an idea of what to request here is my promt list, and if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

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lavynrose · 3 years

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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4dtk · 3 years

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NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

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sweetchup · 3 years

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Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 2: Into the Deep // Ch. 10

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 3,500+

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: Mature Content

Masterlist

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“This is Triton’s schedule!?” You can’t help but shout out as you are handed the schedule from the butler. Astronomy, Literature, Human History, Mythology, Business, Sword Fighting, Seahorse Riding, The list seemed to go on and on. How could the boy think or even breathe with all of this on his mind?

“Thank you. That’s all for now.” You tell the butler with a sigh as you put the sheet down on the desk, right next to the other stacks of paperwork you had yet to deal with.

It’s been 3 weeks, 3 long and grueling weeks, since your meeting with Scylla. During that time, you have been busy. Not only from etiquette classes and paperwork but also with managing your survival plan.

Yes, a survival plan. You, at first, didn’t want a survival plan—it just didn’t seem that useful—But, after meeting Scylla and learning more, you decided one was absolutely crucial. After all, even in your protected manor, Amphitrite was still a huge threat. Not only just to you either.

With the butler now long gone, you reach down to the last draw of your desk and pull out a couple of sheets of paper. Pieces of paper that laid a simple rough draft of the plan.

So far, you had a Plan A and a Plan B.

Plan A seemed simple. It was to get Amphitrite kicked out of the palace but that was far from as simple it seemed. You thought Poseidon would be rushing to divorce the woman, He hated her after all, But he wasn’t. Working at snail pace was more like it.

“…It seems he needs some sort of push to get her out…” You mumble to yourself as you update a couple of things on the paper. It seemed you would have to come back to this plan later. “…Perhaps I should learn more about Poseidon….”

You quickly shake that idea out of your head. Not a chance. You felt bad for the guy but you weren’t about to become all buddy buddy with him just yet.

“Now as for Plan B…”

Plan B was a lot harder. Plan B was to get Poseidon and Triton to actually have a decent father-son relationship. You, at first, tried having Triton’s schedule free for the past three weeks in hopes Poseidon would stop by. Perhaps to check up on the child now that Amphitrite is gone. But, that was again a wrong guess on your part.

“What to do… I have to at least put one of these plans in soon. It’s not like I can continue ignoring the elephant in the room.” You groan to yourself as you lean back in the chair. On top of your survival plans not working, you had recently discovered that Hermes—who was stopping by a lot—was secretly relaying information to Zeus and the other gods. It seemed they were checking in to see how your progress with seducing Poseidon was going. “I have to kick out Amphitrite sooooon if I want to save myself from facing Zeus’ wrath or, much worse, getting married to Poseidon.”

As you whine to yourself at your bad luck, you miss the door opening as someone sneakily slips in.

“What to do… what to do…” You whine to yourself as you massage your temples, “I have to figure this out soon or—“

Instantaneously, you are cut off as something comes jumping up onto your stomach. Almost knocking you off your chair.

“Huh?” You choke out as you see the familiar head of gold leaning against your chest. His body is smooshed against you as he sits on your lap. Seeming to try to get as close as possible to you, “T-Triton?”

At your call, Triton’s head lifts up to look at you.

“Hello mom!” He says with a smile. A smile that seemed to instantly brighten up the room and your mood. Your depressing thoughts now long forgotten.

However, like everything in the world, things can’t last forever.

“Whatcha looking at mom?” Triton asks as he leans towards the desk to take a look, bringing you back to reality. Casually, well to the best of your ability, you grab a couple of papers and cover them just enough so that Triton couldn’t read them.

“Oh, just paperwork, Triton.”

Surprisingly, Triton seems to perk up at that, “Like what? I bet I can help. Is it finances? Party planning? Invitations? Wages? Fa—“

Quickly, you cut the boy off. “It’s fine, Triton. I don’t need help. Why don’t you go play instead? It looks like a nice day out.”

You are surprised at how Triton lets out a loud huff. Seeming displeased with your suggestion. Unsure of what to do, you sit there frozen. Was it something you said?

“It’s…” Triton mumbles under his breath, the rest of the sentence he mumbles you can’t hear, and you are forced to ask him to repeat. He seems to pause for a moment, seeming hesitant to repeat before finally doing so, “It’s not the same without you….”

“Oh, Triton…” You cood out as you rub the boy’s head, trying to console the boy. A pit of guilt settled in your stomach as you remember that you haven’t spent a lot of time with the boy recently. Especially with being busy and all. “Well…”

You pause as you take a look at the giant stack of paperwork. Could you even leave in the first place with all these things that still need to be done?

If only there was a way to spend time with Triton and get some of the work done at the same time…

As you scan the desk and room for ideas, it suddenly hits you.

“Well. How about you and I pick out your lesson plans?” You suggest to the boy as you reach across the desk and pick up the schedule. The giant scroll-like paper slightly unravels as you loosely hold it in a singular hand.

“Lesson plans?” Triton asks confused as he tilts his head slightly to the side. “Wouldn’t it just be the same as it was before?”

“Not a chance!” You accidentally shout out before catching yourself. Shit, you didn’t mean to raise your voice like that. “This is too much for a boy your age, even if you are god. We need to pick out a balanced schedule that gives you lessons to learn AND enough time to play or relax.”

“So I get to choose…?”

“Pretty much. I mean you would still need to take some classes that you wouldn’t like as some are needed to help you learn as a god. But, if there’s any unneeded classes we will just scrap it.”

…

“Aren't they all needed…?”

At Triton’s confusion, you can’t help but let out a sigh. Looks like there’s still a lot of work to go with helping this boy act and be happy like a kid his age.

“Not exactly. Here.” You grab onto Triton and lift the boy with you as you stand. “It's better to show you what I mean. Let’s go to each of the classes and pick them off one by one.”

“Ok!” Triton exclaims. His eyes wide and sparkly as he holds onto you, just happy to spend some time with you. Precious boy…

As you walk towards the door to leave, you can’t help but note that Triton felt lighter than usual. Had he possibly lost weight since he arrived? You did notice Triton had smaller portions of food compared to you at meal times. That wasn’t good for a growing boy…

“Seems like I’ll have to pay the chef and cooking staff a visit later…”

—.—.—.—.—

What a nice day, you can’t help but note as you stare up into the sea. Sea turtles and rays swimming high above as they make their way to their destinations.

You were currently standing in the empty grass field between the three manors. The same place you met Poseidon on the night you snuck out to find Triton.

Quickly, as the memory comes to mind, you shake it out of your head. That wasn’t important to you right now and that was because of one simple fact.

Today was Triton’s first day back at lessons. It had taken a lot of work and negotiation but you got the boy a healthy and balanced schedule. You honestly gave yourself a pat on the back once you were finished.

Though, on top of the schedule, you also pulled off another impossible stunt for yourself.

“Mom!”

You spin around as Triton comes sprinting over, books in his hands from his History lesson that just completed. You should tell the boy to slow down but you can’t find it in you to do so. Instead, kneeling down and opening your arms for the boy to jump into.

“Oof—“ You squeak out as you catch Triton, accidentally falling over on your back as you do so. You let out a loud laugh, too happy to even care that you embarrassingly fell over in front of some of the servants that travelled from manor to manor.

Triton didn’t seem to care either as his books were astrew all over the sea grass.

“I was so excited for our first lesson today, mom! It was so hard sitting still in the other classes.” Triton shouts out excitedly as he finally lifts himself off of you, allowing you to sit up.

That’s right. The impossible feat you did. You got your own taught class to be placed into Triton’s Schedule.

You called it “Humanity 101” but, in reality…

“Could we try playing kickball today? I saw a lot of human kids playing it down the street when I stayed at your place.” Triton asks excitedly as he looks through the bag of goodies you brought out.

…It was honestly just an excuse for you and Triton to spend time together with your ever so busy schedule.

“Of course we can play!”

Kickball… Soccer.. Board games… The days seem to fly by as you and Triton do your “classes” and before you know it a week has already gone by. Life is brighter during these days to the point that even the ever so plentiful paperwork doesn’t bother you. But, as you’ve learned in your time staying here many, many times, nothing is forever.

“S-Shit…” You mumble out anxiously under your breath as you attempt to distract yourself with the kickball in your hands. You were in the field yet again waiting for Triton to get out of class. The boy had mentioned yesterday as you walked him to sword practice that he wanted to play a simple game of catch for class the next day. But…

What in the world was this guy doing here?

Hesitantly, you shift your gaze over to Poseidon who stood a couple of feet away on the sidewalk. At first when you saw the male, you thought nothing of it. After all, he seemed to be passing through the area with a group of his attendees.

So, why did he stop? You can’t help but think as you quickly shift your gaze away from the male and back down towards the ground. You just didn’t understand why he dismissed his attendees and chose to stand there and watch you.

Well, he technically wasn’t watching you—His gaze was up to the sky—But, there was no doubt in your mind the guy stayed back for you. Could he perhaps be stalkin—

“Mom!”

Just in time.

You let out a sigh of relief as Triton came running over, just getting out of class. He seems to pick up on Poseidon’s presence, staring at his father for a little bit as he walks over, but chooses not to pay it too much attention. Instead, continuing to run up to you.

“Hello Triton—“ You freeze for a second as a shiver goes up your spine. What the hell? What was this nasty feeling… It felt like you had just been thrown in some sort of ice bath.

As you spin around to see what was causing you to feel this way, you almost instantly figure out why. Poseidon was now staring down at his phone, seeming to have gotten a text message or something, and you could tell he wasn’t in the brightest mood from it either. You could practically feel the blood lust from where you were standing.

“You better not take it out on me…” You grumble underneath your breath, instantly regretting it as Poseidon’s gaze shifts up to glare at you. He couldn’t have heard you… right?

However, you weren’t take any chances this time and turned your attention to Triton. Trying to make it seem that Poseidon accidentally heard something.

“Now. Why don’t we get started? I’ll stand about a few feet away and you—“ Your voice trails off at the end as you stare down at your hands. Your empty hands. Where did the kickball go? You just had it— “Ack!”

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you looked, a gasp, at the kickball that was held… in Poseidon’s hands. How did that fucker…

Actually, never mind, you should have realized before that Poseidon was clearly fast as he was not only a god but also, right in front of you, leaped a large distance to stop that jellyfish that tried to kill you.

“Mom, Are we going to play?” Triton blinks innocently up at you, pure puppy eyes that awaited the game of catch that he wanted to play. Shit, you can’t just allow Poseidon to keep the ball now.

“I-I’ll be right back.” You anxiously tell the Triton as you leave his side. Making your way over to Poseidon. You honestly felt like you were the sacrificial lamb approaching the big bad bully of the playground. Except this time, Poseidon wasn’t just a bully picking on you but an all powerful god that could literally snap you in half with his pinky if he so pleased.

“H-He—“ You don’t even get past the greeting to Poseidon before he grabs the back of your head. Holding you still with one hand and the Kickball in the other, Poseidon started to practically curse you out with god knows what. Honestly, it was just a spew of curses along with your name and other things.

However, across the field, what seemed terrifying to you was way different to someone else.

As Triton observes the scene in front of him, he gets even more confused. In Triton’s point of view, he didn’t pick up on your nervous clammy hands or anxious shifting as being something from Poseidon’s glare. He honestly didn’t even pick up on the fact his father was glaring, he just thought that it was his usual stare.

To him, it looked like you two were chatting as his father held the back of your head. Seeming to tease you as he held the stolen kickball away in his other. But… his father doesn’t tease. He doesn’t even joke around. So, what was going on?

Staring… Clammy Hands… Nervousness… Physical Touch…

Triton lets out a small gasp as a thought hits him. It can’t be true, Triton couldn’t believe it.

His mom and father…

were in love.

He didn’t want to believe it but the evidence was all there. If watching any of those cheesy romance movies taught him anything, it was to identify the signs of falling in love.

At any minute, they look like they could possibly ki…

Triton’s face blushes up at the thought. He just couldn’t believe it. Does this mean mom is now his real real mom?

Triton perks up at the thought. That would be awesome.

“I’ll help you, mom…” Triton mumbles underneath his breath as he looks determined up at you two. He will help you two just like how Uncle Zeus was helping you. Like….What do humans call it…? A wingman. Yeah, he would be your wingman.

“Father! Mom!” At Triton’s shout, it was then that Poseidon finally stopped his heavy train of insults. Oh, Thank goodness for Triton…

“I realized I have to go see one of my teachers for something. Why don’t you guys go play instead?”

You feel yourself choke at Triton’s words. What was he saying?! However, before you can even ask the boy, He was long gone. Leaving you and Poseidon alone, with a grip still on the back of your head.

This was a nightmare for you. Poseidon still looks like he wants to kill you at any moment.

“What a pain.” Poseidon grumbles out under his breath, sending shivers up your spine. You know what… Screw Plan A and B. You now have Plan C, worrying about Poseidon’s constant mood changes so he doesn’t kill you in a fit of rage.

“Hey… why don’t we talk thiS— Eep!” You are cut off as Poseidon picks you up. Instead of his usual hold, he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You just wished Poseidon knew you could keep up with him perfectly fine so he didn’t have to keep picking you up like this. “Where…Where are we going?”

Silence.

Well, at least he wasn’t angry at you anymore, you think with a sigh as you relax into Poseidon’s hold. Accepting your fate as there was no way to possibly escape from him.

Gods… any of them except Poseidon. Please… help…

—.—.—.—.—

“Oooo…” Triton lets out as he peeps from around the corner. His gaze trained to his father back as he left carrying you.

“I didn’t know father could be so romantic.”

“…Hmm? Triton?”

Triton feels himself jump slightly at the voice behind him. Spinning around, he expected to be caught by some sort of maid or teacher but instead, it was someone else.

“Uncle Zeus? Hermes? And…” Triton’s gaze trails over the third person, “Aunty Aphrodite?”

“Hello dear Triton. It’s been a while~” Aphrodite coos out at the boy in front of her. Slightly leaning down to fondle his cheeks. “Goodness me…Look at how much you’ve grown.”

“T-Thank you.” Triton chokes out with a blush, “I-Uh. W-What are you all doing here?”

Zeus can’t help but chuckle out at the nervous attitude of his nephew. Still ever so shy in front of women it seemed. “I apologize for the surprise visit but we are here to see (y/n).”

“See mom…?” Triton questions out as he looks back and forth between the three. He could understand why Zeus or perhaps Hermes was here to see you but, why Aphrodite?

“Ohh~, I’ve brought a couple of gifts for your mother.” Aphrodite explains with a coy smile as she shows Triton a lidded box.

“Really? What sort of—“ Hermes instantly grabs onto Triton as he attempts to check under the lid of the box. “Huh? Hermes?”

“It’s…It’s specifically for Lady (Y/n), Master Triton.” Hermes answers vaguely as Aphrodite and Zeus laugh at the funny moment that just occurred. That was a close one.

“Specifically for mom?”

Calming herself down, Aphrodite explains more clearly, “It’s women's clothes for your mother. Ones that…Oh Goodness, your father can only see.”

“Ohhhh… Ok.” Triton answers, even if he still doesn’t understand. “Well, Mom just left with dad.”

At this Zeus chokes and Aphrodite almost drops the box, Seemingly shocked at what Triton just said. Even Hermes was startled but he still, somehow, keeps a cool head and quickly hides his reaction.

“What do you mean by that Master Triton?” Hermes asks for an alaberation as the other two nod. Thinking they were simply misunderstanding something like Poseidon giving paperwork to you compared to you two actually hanging out.

“Well, Dad stole the ball from mom to tease her.” Hermes and the others feel themselves freeze at Triton’s words. Poseidon…Teasing a human? “So, mom walked over and they started talking… No, flirting with each other.”

“Flirting?” Zeus asks, surprised as he strokes his beard. He would usually take others' words with a grain of salt as they could perhaps be lying but, this was Triton. The boy has probably never even lied in his entire life.

“Yeah, so I decided to leave to give them some space and after I’m gone, I was actually hiding around the corner here, Father picks mom and throws her over his shoulder. They walked that way so… I think they are heading to father’s manor.”

“Oh, Isn’t Amphitrite out today…?” Zeus chuckles out, a nasty thought filtering into his brain. Could they possibly be going to do…

“A-Aunty Aphrodite?” Triton chokes out cautiously, catching Zeus’ attention.

“Oh ho ho. Be careful, Aphrodite. You are scaring the boy.” Zeus says, not exactly meaning his words as he reprimands the woman. Knowing that from how she was crushing the box in her hands and how hard she was biting her lip that she was too lost in her nasty thoughts to even listen.

“H-How Scandalous!” Aphrodite squeals out as she clutches the box to her chest, seeming to grow faint from all her excitement, “Zeus, I need your opinion on this. Could they possibly be—“

Triton’s hearing is instantly blocked off by Hermes as Aphrodite and Zeus continue to talk. The younger boy looks up at his cousin in confusion but doesn’t say anything. The only thought running in his mind being.

Why was Hermes' face turning so red?

Author Note: very Quick author note before I forget. Hahah this was kind of a messy funny chapter so I hope people still enjoyed this one. I wanted a fun moment of misunderstanding to help join into the next chapter thursday. Where Chapter 11 will pick up back with Poseidon and Reader. Also R.I.P Triton. Feel bad for putting my baby through meeting Aphrodite.

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