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It’s a deep, rumbling sound from the very depths of his stomach, echoing out in a guttural, raw sound. You’ve rarely ever hear such a sound. Sometimes, it’s in battle, when a projectile brushes just an inch too near you for his liking. Or sometimes it’s when he’s not satisfied with a deal he’s striking. You’ve come to associate it with his displeasure, his annoyance-
But recently, you’ve been hearing that familiar rumble a little more often. When you’re seated across him on a rather lavishly decorated sofa, leaning against his chest as you fiddle with whatever new weapon he’s procured for you this time. The rumble echoes through the room again, his eyes closed in content, his rather toned arm snaking around your torso. Pulling you closer towards him, burying his face into the scalp of your head, sniffing your scent like some mangy dog.
He doesn’t say a word, but the vibration from his chest bleeds straight into your spine. Not an… unpleasant sensation, if you do say so yourself. If you lean into his touch, Sylus’ only chuckling softly to himself, the sound flowing from his lips taking on a more… mellow, contented sort of tone to it. Not exactly a growl… but more of a cat’s purr.
Hands gently tracing the curve of a rather crooked wing, you mutter hushed apologies to the robotic crow staring up at you. Beady eyes full of accusations. You stroke his ebony black feathers half-heartedly, sighing as you do.
“I said I was sorry…”
Yanking off a strip of cloth, you bound his wing firmly, making a makeshift sling. Open wounds? Probably the easier thing to administer first aid to. Press a cloth to the wound and press hard. At least, until the bleeding stopped. Broken bones? Urm…. All you really knew how to do was to stick something firm in there and make a makeshift cast.
Even after you used a hair pin, and some shredded cloth from your rather fancy attire, Mephisto still limped rather sadly, turning his beak aside to keep you a pleading look. A pang of guilt struck through your heart like a fired arrow, before you gather his fluffy body up within your arms, tucking him close to your chest.
Settling down on a plush love seat, you then start to stroke his feathers softly. Cooing to him affectionately as you snuggle him in your warmth, muttering apologies mixed with sweet nothings over and over again-
Until a rather toned arm slides into your vision, calloused fingers grabbing Mephisto and heaving him right out of your grip. Instead, it’s replaced with a mess of ebony white hair, the weight of Sylus’ head pressing into your chest instead.
Sylus takes a seat on the floor, lowering his head towards your lap as Mephisto squirms within his grip, squeaking out in protest. You regard him with a pair of raised eyebrows.
“Are you… seriously jealous of Mephisto?”
He only laughs, a rich velvety sound, as Sylus heads tilts back ever so slightly to meet your judgement gaze.
“And what if I was, my love?”
You tut, before your hands run through his hair, stroking them as you once did Mephisto.
“You big baby.”
Sylus only shrugs, before he melts further into the warmth of your touch.
Pairing: Wooyoung x (f)Reader ft other people in background
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Established Relationship
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~300
Tag list: @juliah19
“Babyyyyy!” you hear Wooyoung’s voice approaching you with a speed of light but don’t move to avoid him.
“Hi baby” you smile when your boyfriend embraces you in a tight hug peppering kisses on your cheek.
“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks still holding you, almost suffocating.
“I did” you chuckle softly, “we met yesterday”.
Woo looks at you pursing his lips in a tight line, “and? Does it ban me missing you during the hours I cannot see you?”
Well, his words have some logic. You shrug with a slight smile.
“Oh my gosh you are teasing me. Everyone! Look at her!” Wooyoung points his finger at you looking around the room.
San and Jongho turn their heads away like they weren’t just laughing at your pda, while Yeosang does look at you both with confused face expression.
“She thinks she can tease me” Woo continues suddenly switching to his fake dialect, “Nonsense! Doesn’t she know she is only allowed to love me and show me her affection?”
Boys laugh at Wooyoungs antics, and you see 2 managers watching you too.
“Woo, stop” you whisper suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Stoppp!”
He looks at you confused for a moment and lets you go, hands falling down. You feel slightly guilty for refusing your boyfriend’s affection but managers watching make you too self-conscious.
“Woo?” you ask carefully, “Are you alright?”
You reach out to pat his shoulder, but Wooyoung grabs your hand and pulls you into a tight hug again and laughing like a child.
“I don’t care if you are embarrassed of me. You have to endure my love like a man!” he says spinning you around like you are a puppet. “Because I missed you”
Request: I saw u wanted to write for Ateez…. PLEASE WRITE FOR SAN!!! Anything.. I beg 😭 maybe a fluffy like he finds reader drunk and alone after her sucky friends leave her and he helps her out? They get to know each other. Maybe even idk a hurt/comfort fic?? Literally anything writin about this man I will read!
Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader
A/N: Just a short San fluff piece (not spell-checked) to convince you all to send in more requests for Ateez :)
Word Count: 1,788
Two Things.
The drink tastes bitter on your tongue and not just because it's been designed that way.
Even through the haze of your buzz, your heart continues to ache with the realization that you're so called 'friends' had up and abandoned you the second they'd gotten the chance to do so. It hurts even more when you remember they'd been the one adamant you'd even go out with them that night, with the claim that you "never did anymore".
You never did because they always did this.
The night always started off fine. You'd all get dressed up, do your makeup and hair and head out to whatever club fit your fancy that night. You'd all start with drinks and then move to dancing, just losing yourselves in the thrill of it all. But while you went out with the intention of hanging and spending time with your friends, they seemed to go out with the intention fo getting laid.
It wasn't that you necessarily minded them getting their rocks off. You were all for one night stands and whatever else fun they could find, but just once you'd like the night to be about friendship and not getting laid. Or with you ending up at the bar alone.
You also had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason why they even wanted you to come with them in the first place was because you made them look better. Being the only one of your group not the conventional attractive that most men typically went after, you were used as a means of making them look prettier and more enticing.
Taking the last sip of your drink, you set the empty glass down on the bar table, catching the eye of the bartender. It was nearing the end of the night and the craziness had setlted down, meaning that you were one of the only few customers left for him to attend to.
"Another one?" The bartender asks with a gentle voice, meeting your eyes with a quirked brow. There's a certain element of pity in his gaze as he stares down at you, and it makes your stomach burn with humiliation.
"Yeah," you nod, voice somewhat slurred. "And make it stronger."
The bartender looks like he wants to argue, his lips parting but before he can say anything, another voice cuts in;
"Maybe just make it a water and grab me her tab."
You startle faintly at the new voice, jumping as your eyes flicker to your right. You're surprised by the sight of a man, dark black hair sleeked back and a sharp jaw smiling at the bartender from next to you.
The bartender nods, clearly bewildered, but doesn't say anything as he steps off to make your drink.
Then, the newcomer turns to you, and your brows furrow. You momentarily insulted that this man thinks he can just come in and stop you from having another drink, but just as your lips part to say so, you find yourself pausing.
There's something familiar about him. You can't place it, not at first, staring in what a sober you would surely think is far too long, your inebriated mind trying to place it.
And then it clicks.
"San?"
San's smile brightens, obviously happy you'd recognized him. "Hi Y/N," he greets softly, slipping into the seat next to you.
Your lips part at the sight of him, not having expected to see him here. You only knew him through a friend of friend sort of thing, one of the girls you'd come with tonight had dated one of his friends and you'd met San a few times through association. He'd always been nice and friendly whenever you'd spoken with him, but a club didn't seem like his scene.
"What're you doing here?" You ask, shaking your head.
"Wooyoung and Mingi insisted we went out tonight and ended up here," San shrugs. "I was just leaving when I noticed you sat here by yourself."
"Oh," you blink, frowning. "Are Wooyoung and Mingi still here?"
San shakes his head; "I told them to go on without me."
You suddenly feel guilty, your chest tightening a little at words. How miserable must you have looked to make a man you barely knew think he had to check up on you?
"You didn't have to go through all that trouble," you say, biting your lip.
San shakes his head; "it's no worries, Y/N."
For a moment, silence follows. You're not sure what to say, but it seems San doesn't share the same awkwardness because just as the bartender hands you the glass of water and San the tab, the latter is turning to you with a warm smile.
"What about you?"
You blink at his question, fully blaming your slow response of the alcohol you've consumed and not because his smile is so beautifully warm it takes your breath away.
"What about me?" You ask, brows furrowed.
"What are you doing here alone?" He asks gently, finishing paying your tab and sending a nod at the bartender who only stares on for a moment longer before moving on.
"Oh," you breathe, frowning. The reminder of your friends leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You take a big gulp of your water as a result, not realizing how much you needed it. "My friends... left me for some guys," you explain, ignoring the burn of embarrassment running down your back.
San's smile falls, frowning. "That's not very nice."
You shrug; "I'm used to it."
"Still," he presses, gentle but firm. "That was cruel of them."
It feels nice to hear someone else say it. With the amount of times it's happened, let alone the way your friends respond when you bring it up, you were starting to think you were the one in the wrong. But as you look back at San, he seems genuinely hurt for your sake.
"It is what it is," you say, despite the way your body flushes with a heat from his look. Turning back to your water, you take another sip before deciding you were done wallowing in your own pity for the night.
"Well," you start, moving to stand. "It was lovely to see you again, San but-"
Only, you don't finish what you're about to say when your foot touches the floor beneath you, or at least, you think it did. With the way the world tilts and you find yourself falling towards the ground, you'd say you didn't catch your footing as well as you thought you did.
A small yelp leaves your lips in response, not having realized just how inebriated you were, and mentally brace yourself for hitting the ground.
It never happens.
Instead, you fall into a pair of warm but steady arms and blink open your eyes only to find San staring down at you in concern.
"Are you okay?" San asks, brows furrowed and lips parted in worry.
The heat returns, this time bright on your cheeks.
San helps you to your feet as you smooth out your dress, trying to ignore the race of your heart as you stare back at him. "Y-Yeah," you breath, inhaling shakily. "Yeah, sorry. Guess I drank more than I thought."
San shakes his head; "it's all good. I'm just glad I caught you before you fell."
You bite your lip; "thank you."
San only smiles, sending you a nod as he shifts on his feet in front of you. "Will you be okay heading home on your own?"
You nod; "I think."
"I could... walk you, if you'd like? How far are you?"
His offer catches your attention. Turning to him with wide eyes, you blink; "you don't have to."
"I don't mind," he assures. "It'd make me feel better knowing you got home safe."
"Oh," you breathe, startled by the offer. Had San always been this nice? You remember him always being kind when you saw him, but this seems beyond. "I feel bad... I already ruined your night by making you check in on me and-oh my god, I just realized you paid for my tab! Here, let me pay you-"
San's hand falls over your own as you reach for your purse, halting your movements.
"There's no need," he gently assures.
"Let me pay you back," you shake your head. "You really didn't have to pay my tab-"
"Y/N," he says. "It's okay."
And something about the way he says it makes your heart race.
"Now," he continues, swift and without missing a beat. "Let me walk you home?"
You want to argue, already feeling bad enough for all this man has done for you tonight. But, when your lips part to insist you're okay, you find yourself agreeing instead.
"Okay..."
It isn't until the next morning, waking up with the sun bleeding in through your blinds and making your head ache, that you properly assess just what had happened the night before.
San had walked you, as promised, all the way to your apartment, catching you every time you nearly stumbled over your own two feet and not complaining once about the long walk.
And then, when you'd stopped at your front door, San had only smiled at you warmly and wished you a goodnight.
You'd passed out seconds after, barely getting your own shoes off before stumbling onto your bed. You were too drunk and tired to process anything that had happened.
Now, though? You definitely were sober enough to process.
"I'm such an idiot," you mumble to yourself, pushing yourself up and pressing a hand to your head as it pangs painfully. Now, stuck with the consequences of your own actions, you thoroughly remember just how deeply you'd embarrassed yourself. "He's such a nice guy too..."
Inhaling sharply, you reach for your phone, wanting to check the time and see if any of your friends had bothered to check if you'd made it home safely.
There's not a single text from any of them, but there is a text from an unknown number.
Hey. It's San :) You let me put my number in your phone last night, hope that's alright
Just checking to see how you're feeling this morning?
If you're up to it, I was thinking I could treat you to some coffee? Maybe you can finish telling me about the time your date stood you up and I can prove to you how much better a date I'd be.
You're both mortified and giddy at San's texts.
Two things were clear. First, drunk you needed a filter. Second, somehow you'd scored yourself a date with an incredibly kind and attractive man.
Maybe last night wasn't such a mistake after all...
SUMMARY: ateez members getting caught making out with you
AUTHOR’S NOTES: happy 100 followers ! this is a small gift from me to you , btw this only includes the hyung line ! as for the maknae line i'll try to post it as soon as possible ! once again , thank you for 100 followers <33
MASTERLIST
✶⋆.˚ HONGJOONG
You were on the couch, scrolling through your phone quietly, when you noticed he looked stressed. You quietly make your way to him, silently asking to sit on his lap until he finally gives in and lets you. “You’ve been staring at the same line for ten minutes,” you point out.
The room was dim with the soft glow of his monitor. “I’m just thinking,” he let out a tired sigh.
“You look like you’re suffering.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes before finally looking over at you, giving you the 'you’re so annoying' look.
“What?” You scrunched your eyebrow.
A quiet scoff escaped him before he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, until both of your foreheads nearly touched.
“What are you doing?” you laughed awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he looked you in the eye, then his eyes were now focused on your lips.
You were still smiling when Hongjoong leaned closer and kissed, with one hand resting against the back of your head while the other stayed on your waist.
The kiss started slowly, and you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck. You moved your lips gently to his jawline, peppering him with kisses, then down to his neck.
“You’re clingier lately,” you mumbled softly against his neck, absentmindedly leaving faint lipstick marks along his skin.
“Shut up,” he groaned while looking up, allowing you more access to his neck.
Suddenly, the studio door swung open, and the two of you pulled apart instantly.
It was Seonghwa. He stood frozen near the entrance, munching on a snack in his mouth while you stared at him blankly.
The silence was loud.
“...Sorry, I’ll come back later,” Seonghwa muttered before closing the door quickly.
You immediately buried your face in your hands, leaning against his shoulder in embarrassment.
Hongjoong looked down, noticing your sudden gesture. “You look cute while being embarrassed.”
“I’m not.”
“Your ears are red, my love.”
“They’re always red.”
“That’s not true.”
You grumbled as Hongjoong quietly laughed at you, pulling you closer. Hongjoong continued to work as he lay his chin on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his neck.
✶⋆.˚ SEONGHWA
It was late at night when the two of you were alone in the dorm kitchen, making ramen together while other members were either asleep or busy in their rooms.
Honestly, you’re there just for emotional support while Seonghwa is cooking.
“So you’re not gonna help me?” he complained while trying not to smile.
“I am helping you,” you crossed your arms.
“You’re absolutely not helping,” he continues, while stirring the noodles in the pot.
“I’m helping you as an emotional support!” You smiled proudly at him before leaning against the counter beside him.
Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief. A few quiet moments passed before you noticed him staring at you, “You’re so beautiful.”
You tilt your head to the side, confused by the sudden confession. “Um, thank you?”
“Aww, are you getting shy now?” he teased.
You gasped, “ya! I’m not!” You smacked his arm lightly.
“Oh, you completely are.”
Before you could argue more, Seonghwa cut you off by leaning down and kissing you passionately, both hands cupping your cheeks.
The kiss was sweet and slow. His hand slowly went down to your waist, gently tugging you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand travels around his hair, playing with a few strands.
Seonghwa smiled against your lips, “You fold too easily around me, huh?”
He lifted you, letting your legs wrap around his waist, then suddenly.
“Ahem.”
The two of you looked away immediately. You jumped down, slightly embarrassed, while Seonghwa hid part of his face behind one hand.
Mingi stood near the kitchen counter while holding an empty bottle, looking equally shocked and amused. “Go get a room, you two!” he laughed.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened instantly. “Sorry!”
Mingi blinked, “Hyung, why are you apologizing?”
Seonghwa shrugged, you tried not to laugh, “Why are you still awake anyway?” you asked Mingi.
“I was just getting water,” Mingi muttered. “Clearly, I came at the wrong time.”
“Yeah, you definitely did,” you mumbled.
Mingi stood awkwardly before rushing to his room, “Okay, see you two later!”
Seonghwa looked like he had just been caught stealing candy from a kid. You turned toward him, smiling, “You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just I panicked,” he groaned.
“You’re adorable when you panic, though,” you pecked his cheek.
“That’s not helping.”
✶⋆.˚ YUNHO
Practice just ended hours ago, but the two of you decided to hang around a bit longer in the empty rehearsal room while Yunho stretched lazily on the floor beside you.
You were sitting cross-legged, scrolling through your phone, when he abruptly rested his head on your lap.
“Yunho ya~ you’re so heavy,” you complained.
“Oh, you know you love me.”
“You’re literally crushing my legs right now.”
“So you weren’t denying that you love me?” he smirked at you.
You huffed at his comment while Yunho grinned up proudly, completely unbothered. He kept teasing you every five minutes until you finally gave up.
“You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes.
“Annoying you is what I’m good at,” he said with a grin, leaning back slightly with his hands resting behind him against the floor.
“Is there anything else you’re good at?” Now it was your turn to tease him, moving slightly closer to him.
Yunho chuckled while leaning in and kissing you gently. It was sweet and playful at first. He kept smiling against your lips every few seconds whenever you got shy. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was steady. His hands slowly roam around your body until he slides his hand underneath your shirt.
“Yunho,” you laughed between the kisses. “Someone’s gonna see us.”
“Let them be then,” he mumbled.
As if the universe took your words for granted, the practice room door immediately opened.
“Hyung! Did you see my–” Jongho entered the room, then he noticed you and Yunho on the floor.
The two of you pulled apart quickly, as Jongho stood silently while also looking traumatized.
“Umm, I just came to grab my charger,” Jongho walked swiftly to snatch his charger from the table.
“And instead you witnessed this,” Yunho sighed.
“I’m going to pretend this never happened.” Jongho dramatically responded before leaving the rehearsal room.
You and Yunho looked at each other and laughed for a few minutes, still not believing what had just happened. “I’m never emotionally recovering from this,” you said.
Yet a few minutes later, he looked over at you, grinning again. “Can I still kiss you, or is the moment ruined?”
You stared at him in disbelief before flicking his head lightly.
✶⋆.˚ YEOSANG
Both of you were sitting on the floor beside his bed, surrounded by snacks and random trinkets he likes to collect. He kept showing you the trinkets while soft music played quietly from his speaker.
“And this,” Yeosand said with a serious tone while holding up a tiny figurine he owns. “Is emotionally important to me.”’
You stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter, “Why do you sound like you’re introducing me to your child?”
“Because he is my child and you need to respect him.”
“Well, I think it’s stupid,” you shook your head in disbelief.
“It’s not stupid! It’s called manners,” he smiled.
That made you laugh harder. It’s kind of funny how a man like him has a soft spot for tiny figurines. To him, your laughter sounded like a melody he could listen to forever. He loved making you laugh, he even thought it was quite romantic.
“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he complimented you out of nowhere.
You nod, “Yeah, you, you’ve said it a million times.”
“I know, how can a guy like me get so into you?” Yeosang hummed before leaning closer.
His lips crashed into yours. It was soft, lazy, almost, while his hand rested loosely around your waist, pulling you even closer against him, feeling the warmth against his body. Yeosang breaks apart the kiss for a second, a smile stretching on his face, “I like the taste of your lips on mine.”
You giggled, kissing him again, fingers gently tracing the side of his face down to his neck.
Somehow, neither of you cared about the world around you, not until San burst the door open.
Both of you quickly scattered, pretending as if you weren’t eating each other’s faces.
San stood frozen at the doorway, “Oh, am I interrupting? Maybe I should come back another time,” he muttered while fidgeting with his hands, looking shy.
“You saw nothing,” Yeosang stated.
San stared at him blankly, “Yeah, yeah–I actually regret entering this room,” he covered his face while shutting the door.
“Poor San, he’s probably traumatized right now,” you giggled. “How are you so calm anyway?” You looked back at Yeosang, laughing quietly.
Yeosang only shrugged before pulling you back closer against him, kissing your forehead softly, “Panicking wouldn’t change anything, darling.”
so sweet and gentle, and he’s honored that you trust him enough to love and care for you when you’re feeling so, well, small
I can definitely see him liking a title or two, but eventually you both settle on yuyun! with a few appearances of baba or yunnie whenever you’re feeling especially tiny
just enough of his puppy-like energy while still making you feel oh so teensy 🫳
♡
such a goofball oh my goodness. I cannot begin to explain to you how much of a silly goose he is
for example
dance parties to get the sillies out before bed
no amount of silly willies are too much during your special time
minus jumping on the couch because you got an ouchie leaping off one night :(
and! meme lord!
makes online references you’re too little to understand, especially when you're in babyspace
and when you just stare at him confused his giggles get even louder
the man is seriously in hysterics and you’re just suckling on a paci fr
not a serious bone in his body
♡
nicknames!
uses them like a southern grandma, he is an endless fountain of endearments
pups, buddy, kiddo, baby girl/boy/love, darling; just to name a few
loves loves calling you pup or puppy, even pups sometimes
“c’mere puppy, come help yuyun put toys away!”
♡
ABURA SOBAAAAAA
you will eat it three times a week I hope you like it KSHCDKS
if you haven’t tried it before his eyes will light up and he’ll immediately cajole you into eating it with him, helping you order and plating it up prettily with his recommended toppings
“do you like it, kiddo? It’s okay if you don’t, yuyun will eat it for you”
even if you end up loving it he’ll still try to sneak a bite, so better be careful!
♡
he cannot cook BLESS
you will be eating takeout until wooyoung takes pity on your poor souls and feeds the both of you❤️🩹
but it’s okay your yuyun will still hand feed you every bite
aaaaand! he is the king of snacktime
as a gamer and proud owner of a bachelor pad he understands the importance of a quick and yummy snack to fill a tummy
he has one of those fancy little carts that he restocks with your favorite snacks, and sets it up by his gaming desk so you can hang out with him while he plays :3
♡
likes taking you out on “darling dates” where you both dress up and go get a sweet treat or a nice meal, taking pictures together along the way <3
always holds your hand on the way there, swinging your linked arms back and forth to a little tune he’s humming
this is really subtle but he always gives your palm a little squeeze anytime he has to let go 🥺 even if it’s for just a moment
it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you
♡
also! lets you game with him :3
and by game with him I mean he sits you in his lap and gives you an unplugged controller/keyboard :3
baby hands cannot mess up his prized radiant status on valorant
but like…buttons and fun sounds. it’s not like you’re complaining
but! he’ll find a game more suitable for little ones and teach you how to play
lets you win like 75% of the time to keep up the guise of competition lol
♡
having 6’2 frame means that he is pillow
or rather…bed
grunts and groans good naturedly whenever you flop on him
“hi, yuyun.” *groan of a 90 year old man* “I hungry, yuyun.” “good morning to you, too, kiddo.”
but he really doesn’t mind, staring down his nose at you in your fuzzy pajamas and sleep wrecked hair, sprawled over him like a little pancake (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ it’s a rather sweet way to be woken up
♡
likes holding you in his lap while he reads stories to you over your shoulder, putting his acting into use by using silly voices and bringing the characters to life
“and then the little puppy said grrrrr! woof woof!”
“what dat mean, yuyun.”
“I guess you're just too little to understand puppy, baby. maybe when you're older.”
he didn’t plan on having to talk you out of a tantrum for not teaching you how to speak dog, right then and there, but here we are
♡
can be so sweet and gentle with you as well
he's silly but he really, really adores caring for you
any time you’re upset he’s the perfect person to go to, always ready to lend a helping hand or a shoulder to sniffle into
his hugs are the absolute best, all encompassing and warm in a way that makes you feel oh so safe and loved
overall, yuyun is definitely a silly caregiver, but he is the most serious when it comes to how much he loves you <3
thank you to @wooyunho and 🐶 anon for requesting this! and so sorry for the wait!! 🤍
Seonghwa x fem!reader || costume party || college au
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When the ATZ frat held a Halloween party, people knew it would be good.
When that frat held any party they knew it would be good, the guys there were famous for knowing how to throw a rager good enough the whole campus would be talking about it for weeks.
That being said you would think that the guys would have more original costumes than just a bunch of cowboys.
But no, all 8 of the senior members answered the door in varying degrees of cowboy, some in full on leathers, others in just jeans and a hat.
Seonghwa had called San lazy for that one, forcing him into at least a vest.
And with their frat being as popular as it was, and with Wooyoung having the bragging problem he had, almost all the people showing up were in some sort of wild west or farm themed get up.
It was a sea of leather boots and hats that weren't broken in, country music somehow finding its way onto the DJ's track. Seonghwa was going to tell Hongjoong to chill on the music but Yunho told him it was fun, plus everyone seemed to be having fun.
Seeing that he stepped behind the makeshift bar, leaning back on the wall as people bustled by, grabbing whatever cocktail of drinks Mingi and Wooyoung had mixed up. He grimaced as Wooyoung motioned to it, seeing if he wanted one.
If he knew one thing it was what those two could do with drinks when they put their heads together, and he didn't want to be hungover for three days straight again.
He waved him off, reaching to the cooler behind him for an unopened -- and safe -- can.
He stayed there for a bit, avoiding the crowd as best he could as the second rush of party goers rushed in.
With the amount of people coming in he was sure Jongho and Yeosang had left the doors to the newbies, probably getting swept away by San for something on the dance floor.
He shook his head with a sigh, pushing off the wall to get to the door to help whatever poor soul got put there to replace them.
He froze just before hitting the stream of people.
Hongjoong was raising up the beat to whatever songs he was mixing, the sound matching Seonghwa's heart rate in speed.
He recognized you immediately.
You were the aid in his chem class last semester, he remembered that class purely because he spent more time staring at you than the presentation slides.
With the number of tutoring sessions he set up to just talk to you, he was sure you thought he was an idiot.
He brought you up consistently enough even the guys were able to recognize you on their walks to class.
And now here you were, in an alien outfit that stood out like a sore thumb and was sure as hell sending him into orbit.
The tacky silver outfit hugged you in ways he didn't need to see, green makeup glittering in the lights flashing around the room. You had a little toy gun in your hands, jokingly pointing at your friend. She acted shot, sending both of you into a fit of laughter as you stepped up the bar.
You looked up to Mingi, recognition flashing in his eyes as you waved.
As if on cue his hand grabbed the back of Seonghwa's vest and pulled, yanking him next to him and sending him stumbling into the table.
"Why hello Ms. Alien, I didn't know this was gunna be a space vs cowboy night," Mingi joked, trying to make his seniors stumble a little less attention grabbing.
You laughed, eyes widening when you saw Seonghwa straighten.
"I was wondering if I would see you tonight," you smiled, raising your voice over the music and leaning over the counter a bit. "My friend mentioned you all were throwing a Halloween party this year and I knew I had to see if you would be here," you laughed.
Seonghwa tried to be smooth, tried to put on that mask of attractive chill he had with other girls, tried to not show how your shirt pulling down further than it already was affected him.
He wasn't very good at it.
His eyes betrayed him as they raked down you, taking in just how showy that costume was.
And how good it suited you.
"Does that mean you missed me," he quirked a smile, setting his drink down and leaning to meet you in the middle of the counter. You rolled your eyes, missing the shake to his voice.
"I see you haven't changed a bit these last few months," you tilted your head, the little antenna headband you sported bouncing with the movement.
"Charm isn't that easy to lose," he winked, flicking at an antenna. It felt like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. If the music wasn't so loud, he was sure you would be able to hear it.
Had you gotten more magnetic since he last saw you? He thought not seeing you for a bit would make his stupid attraction to you go away but it only made it worse.
Going on four years at this school and he had no idea he could be this addicted to someone, and he hasn’t even done more than talk to you.
"Oh, so you call it charm?" you laughed, hand sliding over and grabbing his drink. You took a sip, brows shooting up for a second. "Is there another of these? I don't think I trust whatever is in those cups."
Seonghwa blinked for a second, seeing the lipstick mark where he had just been drinking.
"Come back and check," he motioned for you to come back. You looked over to where your friend was long gone on the dance floor, turning back to see the small walkway behind the counter cut off by people.
He followed your eyes, moving over a bit.
"Hop over," he slid his drink out of the way as you gave him a look. "What? There's been worse things on this counter than your --" he stopped himself from finishing with 'your fine ass'.
That was too much.
That had to be too much.
You glared at him, obviously misreading it as a playful insult before hopping up. You slid back, lifting your feet and turning. Seonghwa pulled you over the rest of the way, the feeling of your hands through the fabric of his shirt like fire on his skin.
You leaned down to sift through the cooler, missing how his eyes followed your every move.
He took a long drink at how true his earlier statement would have been if he finished.
Your ass was probably the best thing that had ever been on his kitchen counter.
Mingi slapped Wooyoung's arm, a laugh ripping through him no one could hear over the music.
"Ow dude what the hell?!" He yelped, rubbing his arm and looking to his friend. Mingi nodded at Seonghwa, leaning over so he could hear him better.
"He let her over the counter, literally, and is drinking out of a can she drank out of. Plus," he nodded between the two of you as you stood, turning back to him as he set his own can down to open yours. “Look at how he’s looking at her, I’m almost grossed out.”
"She drank out of his drink?? And he let her?" Wooyoung's laugh matched Mingi's, head shaking as he grabbed more cups.
"I don't think I've ever seen him even take a drink from one of us if we've had some of it." he slid a couple of drinks to a new group. "Dude stop staring, its weird," he slapped Mingi's arm back, grabbing his attention.
Seonghwa couldn't hear them if he tried, even if he could he doesn't think he would be listening with how close you were standing to him.
There was no one pushing against you two, the counter a barrier against the flood of people, but you were still practically flush against him. You put your free hand against his arm, angling your head up to talk closer to his ear.
The feeling of your breath against his skin was sending his brain into overdrive. He was close to texting Hongjoong to turn it up if it made you get any closer.
You held onto that flirting tone, playing off the energy in the room well. He wasn't used to it, before you would deflect any kind of compliment he sent your way. Now it was like you were trying to drive him insane.
What finally made him snap was when he felt your hand leave his arm, sliding up lightly against him before his landed on his hat.
It wasn't anything special, a loaner he found from San's closet when they were talking about costume ideas.
But you grabbed the rim, flipping it around and setting it on your head.
You set it just behind your headband, sliding your fingers over the rim and nodding at him like you were in some cheesy cowbow film.
"Well, does it fit?" you laughed.
"Space cowgirl looks good on you Ms. alien," he flicked at the hat like he did your antenna earlier. You winked at him, dipping your head again.
"Why thank you, I do believe I'm the only one in these parts," you put on a horrible country accent, that first drink starting to kick in and take over your actions.
Maybe the closed cans weren't so safe after all.
"I don't know about that, you sent me into orbit right when you walked in," you laughed at his retort, not seeing how truthful he was being. "But you know you're brave for that maneuver."
"Claiming the lone space cowgirl title?" he laughed, taking a step closer to you. You followed his movements, backing up before feeling the cool metal of the fridge behind you.
"Stealing my hat," he leaned down till he was nose to nose with you. "Don't you know the rule? Can't be a cowgirl without knowing it."
You tilted your head at him, brows furrowing a bit. He didn't miss how the movement sent flecks of light bouncing off the glitter all over you.
"What, do I have to go down to the sheriff's office or something," you laughed at your joke, missing what he was referring to.
"Nope," he moved to grab you headband, slipping it off and pushing the hat down all the way. He put a hand beside your head, leaning in so his lips ghosted your ear.
Your hands found his chest, suddenly feeling how fast his heart was going.
"Steal the hat, ride the cowboy."
The words sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching as his pushed the hat over your eyes.
"I'll let his slide this time," he pushed one more time, sending the hat flipping off your head and into his hand. He was surprisingly smooth with slipping it back on. "But be careful, there are a lot of us in here," he returned your wink, backing off a bit and giving you room to breathe.
The room was hot and humid, but the lack of him made it feel almost cold.
You weren't even sure you were going to come tonight, and now you were practically being pinned to a fridge by a guy you were almost obsessed with last semester.
You didn't know how you lived through so many tutoring sessions with him when he looked like... well that.
But the second his words registered you knew what you were gunna do.
"You're right there are," you looked around the room, taking in all the hats and shaking your head. "But you know what," he felt his hat lift before you set it back on you.
"I think I prefer this one."
He blinked at you for a moment, just a moment to take in your words and actions.
Then that devastating smile broke out, the one you heard your friends giggling about as they got ready earlier.
A reaction you completely understood know that it was fully focused on you.
"Oh, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into baby," his voice took on a sudden hoarse as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the edge of the counter.
The crowd seemed to split for him as he led you past them and to the stairs. You bit your cheek as his grip tightened on you.
It felt like the second you turned the corner and went up a step you were back against the wall, the hand that was in his now pinned next you.
His hat tipped off your head and hit the floor as Seonghwa's lips found yours.
Seonghwa never thought he would get this far with you, and he could feel the nerves of that fact start to seep in the more he pressed into you.
His savings grace was the feeling of your hand slipping out from the pin and find his hair.
You gave it a light tug, swallowing the sound he made at the feel. He felt you smile against him.
"You faked being confused for those tutoring sessions didn't you," you didn't try and pull away as you spoke, the words slurring together at the contact.
"Maybe."
"I knew it.”
He pushed off you, leaning down to grab his hat.
“You’re gunna need this later,” his voice dropped as he gave you a wicked smile.
For those who write fluff, your work is valid. This is not to put down smut, but I genuinely get so tired when smut is all I see on my dash and crave more fluff interactions between characters. I know smut is far more popular but please don’t let the lack of interaction, or lesser interactions with fluff discourage you from writing whatever you want.
Smut is fun, but so is fluff. There are readers who will appreciate the small moments you craft up. Please continue to create for your own joy 🥹
seonghwa would be absolutely so incredibly excited to be your caregiver
lowkey he already babies you in your day-to-day life, so he sees this as an absolute win
when you tell him about your age regression he's fighting off the biggest smile, already planning cute little outfits and toys in his head for his little one :>
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adores being called mommy or mama 💞
which is wonderful because you love calling him every 21 seconds
“mommyyyyyyy, wanna snack please”
“mama, I lost my crayon…...”
“MAMA I FOUND IT!”
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loves doing legos with you
when you toddled up to his desk chair while he was playing one day, he just plopped you onto his lap and let you look at all the pretty pieces
“wanna help mama, sweetheart?”
so now whenever he gets a new set he’ll set apart a few small parts for you to put together :3
except you found an even more fun way to play legos!
pretending to eat the pieces like sannie samchon does just to see mommy freak out 🙂↕️
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seonghwa loooooves play fighting with you
y'all have playtime star wars fights with matching lightsabers
or empty wrapping paper rolls if those are too heavy for your little hands <3
he goes all out, making swooshing noises and flopping to the ground when you poke his side
he also play wrestles, swooping you up in his arms just to plop you both on the couch for a tickle fight
so he really shouldn't complain when you randomly tackle him now
mama started it ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭♡
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his sweet tooth is nearly worse than yours, so you’re always going on adventures together to find a sweet treat
“race you to the convenience store, peanut! last one there buys the ice cream!”
…..he’s immediately sprinting btw
you didn’t stand a chance
but it’s okay, he scoops you into a breathless hug when you catch up to him
and he’ll bundle you both into the store to buy the ice cream for you anyway 🤍
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a FIENDDDDDD for deco pacis
he will find any excuse to buy you one……..or four
his favorite hobby is putting together cute little sets for you
like matching outfits with bottles n pacis n such 🙂↕️you have one for every occasion atp
and he likes helping you get dressed all cute and teensy too
buttoning up your overalls and popping your paci into your mouth with a pop of his lips
“there you go, cutiepie”
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your mommy has quite a love for cozy games, so it’s only natural for him to get his baby in on it, too
usually when you’re feeling small you like to play “on mommy’s game, please?” instead of your grown up one
so he gets it all ready for you before handing you his console
don’t tell anyone 🤫 but he made you a lil regression room on his animal crossing island, set with all the toys and pretty colors his baby could ever want <3
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he uses the most softest voice ever when he speaks to you :<
when he wakes you up in the morning he'll barely make a sound, trying not to rouse your sleep with anything too loud
he'll just pet your hair and speak quietly until you're blinking sleepily at him
“good morning, sleepyhead~ mommy made you breakfast, with all that sugar that your joong samchon complains about”
which of course has you hopping out of bed in an instant, socked feet slipping over the hallway tiles 🫂
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overall, seonghwa is a silly but very gentle caregiver
he loves being playful with you but his ultimate goal is to keep you happy, comfy, and safe <3 you're your mommy's sweetheart for reals
anytime you'd almost slip in front of him he'd make this cute suspicious squinty face at you
until one time he literally caught you in the act, snuggling your teddy he'd gifted you with your thumb in your mouth, suckling away without a care in the world
despite the fact that he desperately wants to go “HA I KNEW IT,” he doesn't want to scare the baby 🫳🫳
so he just brings you the softest blanket he can find, tucking you into it with a hush when you make a confused little noise at his unexpected presence :(
once you've slipped out he brings it up again, asking if you're a regressor straight up
his knowledge of it catches you off guard, but he tells you he has an old idol friend who'd regress sometimes during his trainee days
when you say yes he actually asks if you'd like having a caregiver, and if you'd be okay with him taking care of you 🥺
and you say yes OBVIOUSLY
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really likes being called jjongie or “mister bear”
mostly cuz you sound so cute and teensy when you call him that :C
and also it's an instant way to get what you want 🙂↕️
“mister bear can we have snack time?” ✅
“mister bear can I have apple juice?” ✅
works every time
every once in a while, if you're extra sleepy or stressed, you'll call him papa :c
and he will literally turn the world upside down for you when you call him that
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he really likes watching you sleep???
it's like his favorite hobby乁 ˘ o ˘ ㄏ
rocks you to sleep allll the time
he'll bundle you up in a lil baby burrito and rock you side to side, humming lullabies as he watches your little eyes slip closed :C
and then he'll continue to rock you while he watches over your nap
he calls it being a “naptime guardian” but you just think he's weird :D
you will riot if he leaves you during naptime though, of course
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poking the bear is real btw, you poke jongho all the time :D
especially his cheeks I mean they're Right There c'mon
what are baby hands for if not to annoy your caregiver?? 💞
but now he's taken it upon himself to poke and squish your cheeks at every opportunity, bonus points if you're eating
and when you pout at him for interrupting your lunch he'll just smile his gummy smile and do it again
“all is fair in love and war, sugar~” ◜(ω)◝
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as jongho’s baby you will eat an unimaginable amount of apples
and other fruits too of course but like, apples are where it's at 🙂↕️
scurvy? jongho's never heard of it
shows off at snack time by breaking your apples in half
and you're just falling over with giggles at his little trick
“wow!! Jjongie do again!”
there's enough apples to feed the whole group by the time he's through 💔
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very big fan of terms of endearment
he doesn't go a single sentence without calling you a cute lil nickname fr
his favorites are little one, cub, sugar, jellybean, and bubbas
jellybean is reserved for silly cubs! usually when you have the zoomies and you're sprinting around the kitchen
“ok jellybean, let's go outside and get our sillies out~”
and when you're especially sleepy or teeny he always calls you his honeybear 🥺
“coooome on, honeybear. it's sleepytime, hm?”
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he's very soft when talking to his baby, especially if they're upset :<
he understands that feelings can be big and scary, and while all he wants is to take away those icky feelings, he knows that's not always possible :<
so he makes sure you're safe and comfy, always willing to hold you while you fuss and cry
and when you're all tuckered out he'll tuck you in a blanket and let you relax on the couch with your head in his lap, putting something soothing on the tv to help you relax after a hard day 🫂
♡
now we all know how much jjongie loves noraebang
safe to say he will be incorporating that into your baby routine
he'll sing to you, any genre ranging from baby shark to a power ballad that you've never even heard before 💔
and when it's your turn he claps and cheers for you while you sing
he will definitely ask for fanservice and demand hand hearts and hugs
and if you're too shy to sing alone he'll sit you in his lap to sing a duet with you :(
not competitive against you, but you can bet that he's doing his absolute darndest to get that 100 score on every song lollll
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all in all jjongie is a teensy bit mischievous as a caregiver, but he’s total marshmallow fluff too 💞
you can trust him with anything, and know that he’ll always be there for you, his little cub :(
Summary - After Thomas is shot and makes it onto the jet after successfully taking down WICKED, the team safely gets him to Safe Haven. He wakes up a couple days later, realizing that he’s still alive and it’s all over, and all he wants to do is find you, except when he does, you don’t want to see him.
A/n - My first time writing for this character so he might be a little OOC. The ending didn’t really come out like I hoped it would but honestly, this is the best piece of work I've written in a minute. Everybody say thank you Kaye for proofreading!! Feedback is appreciated. Requests are open!
Category - TMR!Thomas x Fem!Reader
Warnings - Angst, Reader doesn’t like Teresa, Newt is alive
Word Count - 2.1k
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The sea breeze blew soft and cool as the seagulls caw’d while flying by. The beach waves provided a comforting noise as you worked besides Brenda. She smiled and made conversation with the other workers, being surprisingly more open and friendly than she was when you first met her.
Yourself, on the other hand, had become more reserved and stayed quiet. Who could blame you? You'd been through hell and back, never really fully trusting anyone after what happened the last time you had thought you escaped W.C.K.D. You were just thankful that your friends didn’t rush you to trust, but understood you and only convinced you to at least be nice to the people you’d probably spend the rest of your life with, you’d come around eventually.
It had only been a few days since the final battle against W.C.K.D and the gladers made it to Safe Haven. Vincent had already done a ton of work before you guys had finally arrived and you had only started picking up the slack.
“Holy shit,” Brenda mumbled beside you, before dropping the tools she had in her hand and rushed out of the tent.
“Bren? What is it?” You called from your spot before following her out of the tent, only to stop in your tracks a few steps later.
A breath escaped your lips as you stared at the sight in front of you. It was Thomas. He had finally woken up from his few days of slumber after being shot. It was a relief that he was finally awake, but he was also the last person you wanted to see right now.
You watched from the opening of the tent you worked in as Thomas hugged Minho tightly. He made his way through the plethora of hugs when his eyes finally spotted you. Immediately, a soft relieved smile started to creep up across his face, but disappeared just as fast when you quickly turned away from him and made your way back inside the tent.
Confusion was written across his face as he started to make his way towards the path you just walked away to until a hand on his chest stopped him. He looked down at Brenda, a soft sympathetic smile on her lips, “Not yet.”
“W-what? Why?” Thomas questioned, eyes flickering back and forth between Brenda and the tent, “I want to see her, I need to see her.”
“We know, Tommy,” Newt called, pulling Thomas’ attention away from Brenda, “but she’s not ready.”
Minho threw his arm around his shoulder, starting to pull him away towards the Homestead, “we’ll explain later, but first let's get some food in you.”
Thomas hesitantly nodded and followed along with Minho, but not without throwing one last glance back at where you stood just a few seconds ago. Confused on what could’ve happened that made you not even speak to him after seeing he was alive after being shot.
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A day. It had been one whole day since Thomas had been awake and he still has yet to speak to you. In fact, he hadn't seen you again for the rest of the day after watching you walk away from him. He had tried to ask everyone, especially Brenda, on what happened to make you act this way, but for whatever reason, they all danced around the topic. He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to see you, hold you and kiss you again. He missed you and he couldn’t imagine why you didn’t miss him just as much.
Just as he finished carving the name into the large rock that they had dedicated to the lost lives along the way to the Safe Haven, a silhouette had caught his eyes. It was you, he could spot you from miles away. You were standing on the edge of the beach with a blanket wrapped around you. The tools immediately dropped from his hands and he started making his way towards you.
Unbeknownst to the figure approaching behind you, you stood looking out into the horizon of your new forever home. Watching the seagulls fly by on whatever adventure they’re taking as you did every morning, reflecting on your life and what it took to get here, to get to peace. The crunching of sand behind you pulled you out of your thoughts. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was, you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, but you wanted to avoid the conversation that was about to happen, knowing it wouldn’t end well.
You looked down at your feet as another pair appeared beside you. Silence lingering between the two of you, both wondering who would be the first to speak.
“Hey,” Thomas spoke.
“Hi,” You answered, still staring down at the beach waves softly washing over your sand covered toes, the cold water giving you chills each time.
“I missed you,” he replied, pausing to give you a chance to return the affection. His heart nearly beating out of his chest, especially when you don't say it back, “excuse me if I’m a little lost here, but I don’t understand what's happening.”
Your brain ran a million miles a minute as you tried to form a sentence. You knew that it shouldn’t be this hard to express your feelings, but for whatever reason, it was taking all your courage, “I don’t know what to say to you, Thomas.”
He got butterflies in his stomach, just as he always did when you said his name, “you can tell me what happened? What did I do for you to ignore me like this? Are you even happy I woke up?”
“Of course, I’m happy,” your head shot up at the accusation, locking eyes with his honey brown ones that usually always made you melt, “how could you say that?”
“What else am I supposed to think when the first thing you did when you saw me was walk away?” Thomas questioned, “And our friends stopping me from following after you? Saying you weren’t ready to see me? I just don’t understand.”
You sighed, breaking eye contact, putting your attention back towards the horizon as the sun continued to rise, “you should rest more, Thomas. This conversation can wait.”
“No, it can’t,” he shot back, stepping in front of you, forcing you to look at him, “I want to know why my girlfriend isn’t excited to see me.”
“Now I’m your girlfriend?”
Thomas was visibly taken back by that comment, his eyebrows furrowed more out of confusion, “wha-what is that even supposed to mean? Of course, you're my girlfriend.”
Even as you looked at him, flashbacks to that night appeared in your head. Every time you looked at him, all you could see was him on that roof top, laid in her arms. When you look at his lips, the picture of them on hers made your chest cave in. Knowing that in his dying moments, the only thing he could think about was kissing her.
“You kissed her,” you spoke softly, broken even. The deep furrow in his face softened as you spoke. Hearing the hurt in your voice killed him. “You were shot, you were dying–and the last thing that was on your mind while you were in her arms, was to kiss her.”
“Baby…” He whispered, the memory of that roof top slowly came back to him.
“And when that roof top caved in, you screamed. You screamed so loud, as if you had just lost the love of your life,” you started, “And I’m not dumb, Thomas. I knew you had feelings for her before. Hell, I was there when you did. But I don’t know, maybe I was dumb enough to believe that you were actually over her when she betrayed us. When she got half of the Right Arm killed and kidnapped. When we literally walked into a suicide mission to get Minho back becuase of her. Maybe because I believed all of those things, or just simply because you told me you loved me.”
“I do, I do love you, baby, you know that.” Thomas interjected, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, “I want you, I love you. I was dying and-and, I was out of it. That kiss, it-it meant nothing, she meant nothing. It's you, it's only you.”
You wanted to believe him, you did. You wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him until your lips were raw and swollen and live happily ever after. But truthfully, you knew you couldn’t, because you knew that there would always be a piece of him that belonged to her, whether she were alive or not. The desperation in his eyes was clear as day as he tried to get you to understand the opposite of that. But, the truth was, you did understand. More than he would ever understand because he would never admit it, especially when he was already on the cusp of losing you.
You huffed, taking a moment to yourself knowing that the answer to this next question would be the end of it all. Foolishly, you wanted to pretend that you already didn't know what he would say, but you didn’t deserve to keep yourself in a relationship where you’d be giving a hundred and not receiving it, “who’s name did you crave into the memorial, Thomas?”
And just like that, his shoulders fell. His eyes wandered into the sky, trying to find his next words. Trying to figure out what he could say next that would make you just fall into his arms again like you did once before, “she died, she is dead. It is to remember her, that’s all. She deserves that much.”
“Does she, Thomas?” You scoffed. You knew you were about to sound bitter, but you couldn’t help yourself and express how you truly felt. How all the Gladers felt, “Sure, she switched sides last minute, got you out of there and back to us, but at the end of the day, we were in that predicament because of her. Minho nearly died because of her. Hell, Tommy, she even told you that she’d do it all again. She was ready to sacrifice lives that we fought like hell to get back, so forgive me if I don’t think she deserves to be memorialized!” You spat, eyes starting to water as tears threatened to spill out and fall, “I won’t be in competition with a dead girl, I deserve more than that.” You shook your head and started to walk away, just wanting to be done with this.
It took him a moment, processing your words before he went after you, “wait! Wait!” Thomas called out, grabbing your arm and spinning you back to him when he caught up to you. His eyes bearing down into yours, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, “it’s not a competition, it’s not even close.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?” You asked as your voice cracked from that lump that was starting to form in your throat, “You couldn’t even get over when she went back to wicked. How are you supposed to get over her now that she saved your life over her own?”
He shook his head and continued to stroke your cheek, “I don’t know, I don’t know.” He repeated, finally admitting to himself and you, “But I can, I swear I can. I love you, I love you.”
You sighed, your forehead falling onto his, tears running down your cheeks, “Thomas, I won’t fall for the guy that can’t unfall for someone else.”
The two of you stood still for a moment before you felt him nod against your head. You prepared yourself to pull away from him, your heart begging you not to, but your brain not allowing you to stay. Taking a deep breath,, you press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, letting it linger for a moment before finally pulling yourself away. Wiping the tears from your cheeks as you left Thomas in the distance. It took everything in you not to look back and run back to him, but it got easier once you saw Brenda, standing at the edge, waiting for you. Just as you reached her arms, you broke down. Letting out all the emotions you wouldn’t allow Thomas to see.
“It’s okay, it's okay.” Brenda whispered as she held you as you cried, “It’ll be okay.”
All you could do was hope that one day, it would be.
pairing: Idol Boyfriend!Hongjoong x Reader ft. Seonghwa
genre: idol au, slice of life, angst, fluff
warning: cursing, mentions of food
summary: Hongjoong loves you, so much that he doesn’t know what to do with himself… but he just sucks at showing it. Both you and him confide in Seonghwa who tries to bring the two of you together again.
a/n: GUYS 😭😭😭 will the couple survive?? i’m so sad for them 😭 hopefully hongjoong figures things out bc this hurt to write and poor seonghwa 😭 to have a friend like him though
pairing: Idol Boyfriend!Hongjoong x Reader ft. Seonghwa
genre: idol au, slice of life, angst, fluff
warning: swearing
summary: Hongjoong loves you, so much that he doesn’t know what to do with himself… but he just sucks at showing it. Both you and him confide in Seonghwa who tries to bring the two of you together again.
a/n: Poor Hongjoong 😭 he’s just a little lost when it comes to love 🥲 thank you guys again for the support!
