Luvymelody - Melody

teruhashi kokomi - valentine : laufey

teruhashi had a crush on this guy at school.

he was handsome, most handsome guy in their guy and everyone agreed to it. he was athletic and smart, he was kind to everyone and held a smile of his face all the time. nearly everyone had a crush on him, maybe even some guys, even teruhashi couldn't help but fall for him.

everytime they were paired up, teruhashi had prayed to the gods to favour her, to give her y/n l/n as a partner and whenever he was, she was beyond excited.

"let's work hard!"

"yes teruhashi."

he said, closing his eyes with a big smile and she blushed at the sight, trying to contain her face from turning red but as he opened his eyes, he had already suspected something that she didn't even know.

y/n wrote on the paper as he tapped the pen to his lips in thought, teruhashi looked at him, suggesting ideas and whatnot for the presentation that they were going to do later to present infront of the class. but then y/n set his pen down, fidgeting with his nails,

"would you like to go out to do this? i don't think we'll have enough time to finish this project."

teruhashi exclaimed loudly in her head, yes!

"oh sure! when are you free?"

"is this saturday okay?"

"yeah! let's meet up at the cafe downtown, what time?"

"4pm?"

"sure!"

-

y/n tapped his foot impatiently up and down on the ground as the sound of his foot matched his movements. he held his laptop in a bag with his phone in hand, waiting for teruhashi.

"l/n!"

y/n looked to his right, seeing teruhashi as her blue hair flowed into the wind and her hand holding her hair so the wind didn't blow her hair into her face, he smiled gently, waving back.

teruhashi stood infront of him and gestured to the door of the cafe,

"shall we go inside?"

"oh yeah-"

y/n pocketed his phone and reached his hand fast towards the door handle before teruhashi could, holding the door open for her as her hand retracted back to her fast,

"oh! thank you l/n!"

"my pleasure."

he smiled again with that stupid smile that gave teruhashi butterflies in her stomach, turning and entering the cafe quickly before he could hear her heart that was thumping in her chest.

-

y/n yawned loudly as he stretched his arms over his head. looking at teruhashi who was looking at the sunset,

"that was quick, we didn't know we finished the project so early."

"me either.."

y/n muttered as he stared at teruhashi, the sight of the golden rays of the sun, shining down on the two of them infront of the cafe but y/n was only looking at teruhashi, she was so pretty. no one else deserved to look at her but him, she was like a sight of espresso each morning. maybe he didn't even deserve to look at her either.

"teruhashi,"

she hummed at her name, making eye contact with y/n.

"do you, want to go on a date together, not as in friends, but like boyfriend girlfriend date.. i'm sorry if you don't- actually ignore everything i just said-"

teruhashi beamed at him, exclaiming a yes but realised what she was doing and cleared her thought, responding with a soft yes. y/n smiled as he wrapped an arm around her, rubbing the side of her arm as she blushed red, not caring if y/n sees her like this.

"let me walk you home, okay?"

"okay!"

she said with a big smile and closed eyes, it was y/n's turn to blush now, trying to calm his nerves and face from turning too red.

WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE FOR DUTY AFTER SHXCPCL OMG

wang taeman , duty after school - homesick : wave to earth

| "i miss home."

( duty after school spoilers if you haven't watched the series yet !!! )

( warnings of death are present if people are sensitive about it )

"i miss my mom."

"me too, and my dad too."

"i miss home."

"me too!"

"i miss the way it was before all of this even happened really."

y/n l/n and wang taeman sat outside the large building that their class had taken refuge underneath. they had practically made it their home with food, patrol duties and just things that they considered to be normal things ever since they had gotten used to the routine.

y/n l/n turned her head to look at taeman as he played with his fingers as the cold night sky danced along his and her facial features.

"i wish i was studying the csat exams instead of shooting aliens."

"nah i'd rather be doing this, extra points!"

taeman jumped up, resembling shooting aliens with his gun as he whipped around random directions. y/n laughed at the sight of him and dug her hands deeper into her pockets to keep the small heat that she could contain. taeman noticed the sight of her shiver and sat back down next to her as he placed his gun down next his foot on the floor.

"are you cold, pretty?"

he questioned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he pulled her in closer to him until y/n's arm made contact with his chest.

"freezing."

"it's okay, your super hot boyfriend is here to help you!"

y/n giggled and squished herself closer towards taeman as both arms started wrapping around her.

"i got you, y/n."

-

"taeman.. wake up- taeman!"

y/n cried out, clutching onto taeman's shirt as she tried pulling him up but his limp and slowly turning cold body made her realise that he wasn't coming back.

"you can't do this to me- please wake up!"

young-soo went batshit fucking crazy (i actyal hate him i cannot rn) and shot everyone in the class. it started with jang-su as he tried to leave to find him in the first place. but he got shot as he fell to the ground and young-soo shot everyone else as a few people tried running out of the class. when young-su started shooting, taeman had ran towards y/n who sat at the back of the class, hugging her and pushing them to the floor as y/n didn't even realise what was going on as the gunshots hollowed out in her head.

young-soo went out the class to shoot the remainders of everyone who had escaped his wrath. y/n's eyes were wide as she tried rolling taeman off of her.

"taeman..?"

no response which made y/n roll him off her. she sat up and pushing him up against the wall.

"taeman, wake up.."

his eyes were closed, as his breathing stilled and her lips trembled, her hands catching his face that nearly fell forward.

"you're just sleeping right?"

"you'll wake up right?"

taeman still hadn't responded, y/n's tears left her eyes as her lashes fluttered shut.

"taeman, please."

"you said we'd go out to eat together after the exams. taeman.."

-

"we should go out to the bbq near our school."

"whole class or just us?"

taeman held her hand tightly, gripping it with his own.

"just us. i want to relax together once exams are over."

y/n smiled sweetly, leaning towards him and pressing her lips against his and taeman smiled in the kiss, separating and kissing her again as he wrapped his arms around her.

"ew lovebirds get a room not in the hallway!"

"shut up ii-ha!"

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 - 𝐨𝐧-𝐣𝐨

[ all of us are dead ] on-jo x reader

- the small group that consist of on-jo, cheong-san and reader enjoy their time together, well, mostly on-jo and y/n.

y/n l/n

- male!reader - he/him pronouns

jungkook { bts } - still with you

warnings; none!

lets say cheong-san doesn’t have a crush on on-jo ( SORRY CHEONG-SAN )

on-jo ate her food, until the doorbell rang.

“It’s cheong-san and y/n.”

on-jo’s dad looked at the direction towards the door.

“they’re always on time.”

“bye, dad.”

on-jo said, standing up and grabbing her bag,

“hey, have another bite, okay?” 

on-jo was already walking towards the door.

“yah, kid! are you okay!?”

-

on-jo opened the door and exited, closing the door behind her, seeing y/n munching on a piece of bread and playing on his phone while leaning on the half-concrete wall for safety, cheong-san next to him chewing food in his mouth. 

y/n looked up from his phone, putting the rest of the bread in his mouth and swallowing it. 

“i’ll be waiting in the elevator.”

him already starting to walk there, 

“hurry!”

he yelled back.

-

y/n stayed in the elevator, his foot infront of the door waiting and preventing it from moving. cue on-jo running in, pushing y/n’s foot back and pressing the button to close. 

“lemme guess you lost?”

then cheong-san ran by the closing doors, trying to open them but ultimately failing, making him go down the stairs.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

y/n laughed which made on-jo smile.

-

the doors dinged open, on-jo and y/n walked out of the space, talking about their first class and homework, cheong-san stood bent over and breathing heavily. obviously tired from probably running down the stairs. 

“play fair.. you punk. god i’m spent.”

slinging his bag off his shoulder, he held it infront of on-jo, 

“carry it.”

“but look at this, i got hurt making breakfast.”

on-jo reasoned, holding up her finger that was in a bandaid. cheong-san did not care, putting his bag strap on her arm.

“let’s go, gopher.”

cheong-san was walking infront of the two others, on-jo tried kicking the back of his knee, but cheong-san managed to dodge. walking backwards and looking towards y/n,

“keep up, chipmunk!”

“stop calling me that!”

y/n yelled after, pocketing his phone and running after cheong-san who was already running away.

“wait up!”

on-jo yelled, putting cheong-san’s bag like hers but on her front.

-

the trio ran along the sidewalk of the street, nearing the school that they went to, the bell would ring in 2 minutes and they were so far away from even the crosswalk. cheong-san was speeding past the two since he didn’t have to carry his own bag. 

on-jo kept adjusting cheong-sans back strap on her shoulders, slightly struggling to run, y/n caught sight of it since he was next to her running, he held his hand out,

“give me your bag.”

“what?” 

“i’ll carry your bag, c’mon we have to hurry!”

on-jo hesitated for a second, but still gave her bag to y/n.

“now- let’s go gopher!”

“shut up!”

on-jo yelled back, as y/n was speeding ahead of her, but she managed to catch up.

-

they had managed to get through the teachers because they were supposingly ‘late’, cheong-san saw that y/n was now holding two bags instead of one and on-jo was only holding his bag.

“why are you holding on-jo’s bag?”

“because we were gonna be late, well mainly on-jo.”

y/n chuckled, looking towards on-jo who was walking beside him, on-jo put on one of those calm-angered faces and kicked y/n in the back of the knee, continuing to walk up the hill with cheong-san as y/n stopped walking and he groaned out in pain. hearing cheong-san’s laughter fade as they left him.

“i’m holding your bag here on-jo!”

-

eventually, y/n got to his classroom, having both straps on his back from his bag and one strap from on-jo’s bag on his right shoulder. 

“yah, on-jo.”

y/n called out, putting her bag on her lap and walking back towards his friends, still having his bag on his back. 

“thank you y/n!”

y/n just offered a smile back to her, on-jo looked back to her friend, i-sak, she was already grinning at her.

“what?”

“you like y/n don’t you?’

“what?! of course i don’t.”

“he was holding your bag,”

“i was holding cheong-san’s.”

“yeah but cheong-san didn’t hold your bag, plus you have that game with him of who holds each other’s bags, butttt y/n chose to hold your bag.”

i-sak explained thoroughly, after, she was slapping her shoulder.

“accept it! you do!”

“i don’t!”

-

on-jo lied, of course she did. she liked y/n, alot. she just didn’t know if he liked her back. she thought about confessing to him after they finished their meal at ‘cheong-san chicken’, cheong-san mom’s business, she made cheong-san hold her bag since she won the game in the morning that day, he went ahead of the two as y/n walked slightly ahead of on-jo,

“y/n-ah.”

“hm?”

y/n hummed, turning around to face on-jo directly. she stood looking at him nervously for a second.

“i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?”

y/n questioned, on-jo took her hair out, styling it by pushing some hair behind her ears. 

“does it look good like this? or like this?”

it felt like slow-motion to y/n, he stared at her as her hair was blown back slightly from the wind and her smile that she held sent shivers down his spine.

“you couldn’t ask i-sak? what, are you gonna confess to someone?”

y/n smirked, bending his head down to on-jo’s level. on-jo’s face went red,

“shut up! just tell me your answer!”

“well, i don’t know. plus you look beautiful the way you are.”

y/n replied, grabbing her hairtie from her wrist and tying it up from infront of her, it made her go red even more.

“you shouldn’t have to change yourself for someone you like.”

-

that moment had been stuck in her head for awhile, she couldn’t tell if she wanted it out or in. she had tried to block it out since yesterday but failed, giving up and just letting it stay.

i mean, he called her beautiful, he should like her, right? no, friends can think of each other as pretty, childhood friends nonetheless. 

right?

-

y/n laid on his bed, having been in multiple positions but still nothing helping him sleep, he sat up and looked towards his clock that was on his bedside table, it read 1:34 AM, y/n’s hopes of sleeping lessened and eventually he stood up and walked to the kitchen, switching the light on and getting a cup of water.

‘i wonder if on-jo is awake.’

y/n walked back to his room, drinking his cup of water then putting it on his bedside table. He grabbed his charging phone, pulling it off the cable and unlocking his phone. 

typing, “on-jo are you awake”

after five minutes of her not responding, he gave up and laid back down, putting his phone back, but before he could, vibrations from his phone going into his hand made him look at his phone again. 

the notification read, “yeah what do you want D: i was just sleeping”

y/n smiled, immediately responding, “sorry i woke you up LMAO”

“its okay i don’t rlly mind now what do you want”

“wanna go to the rooftop?”

“why 🧍‍♀️”

“im bored and wanna stargaze”

“tf its cold”

“then get a jacket dumbass”

“my warm jackets are in the wash :(”

“you want my jacket or smth”

“YES PLS”

“okay we’ll meet at the rooftop 👍”

his last message had been left on read, he assumed she was already up and moving, so he moved as well, quickly grabbing two of his jackets, slipping one on and going out the door.

he had gotten there before her since he lives on one of the higher levels of the apartment then her and cheong-san, he sat down on the cold floor, eventually lying back down and looking at the stars. he heard the door opening from the place that lead you to the rooftop, he assumed it was on-jo and he was right, she walked quickly to him, obviously cold and he handed her his jacket, she wore it quickly and visibled relaxed.

“better?”

“much better.. still a bit cold.”

y/n took note of her stiff shoulders, taking her by surprise by him wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer.

“better?” 

he asked a second time. she nodded this time, not trusting her mouth to say yes. she snuggled against him, him also doing the same and hugging her close. 

surprisingly, it was a full moon that night.

lucky for y/n or on-jo?

in their japanese class, they had discovered that saying ‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ means ‘i love you’, a way to confess nicely but also be able to play it off as a joke if you’re rejected, nonetheless, y/n just wanted to try.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

there was no correct response to accept the confession, but the words that were known for accepting were,

“i can die happy.”

on-jo said, in a soft voice then burying her face in his chest. y/n chuckled and hugged her even tighter. happiness bubbled inside of on-jo, it also settled in y/n, a newly couple.

wc : 1534 words

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞! - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫

yandere!wilbur x reader

 - a oneshot where the reader runs away from wilbur in their own school who knew school was scary at night

y/n l/n

 - gn/nb!reader

kikuo - aishite, aishite, aishite

warnings; mentioning of passing out, knives, carving into skin (only slight) being tied up

y/n stirred from their sleep, they tried to shift around in their uncomfortable position, but then they realised.

they were in rope..

they had been tied up around their wrists and ankles, the duct tape over their mouth wasn’t helping exactly.

y/n’s brows furrowed and they shuffled around in a panic around the small locker.

they saw a small shard of glass in the corner of the locker on the shelf, they grabbed it with little room they had and they started cutting away at the rope tying their wrists together. 

after being able to cut it, they took the duct tape off their mouth, being able to breathe more easily. y/n figured the only way out was the door, so they slammed against it. 

they were successful, but they fell on the ground as they forgot to take off the rope near their ankles.

“stupid damn- ankle rope-”

the sound of the locker door shutting cut them off and they looked up. y/n’s eyes widened to the name plastered on the front.

LOCKER OF WILBUR SOOT

no.. no he couldn’t be the one who put them in there, possibly tying them up and shutting their mouth.

‘he’s my bestfriend..? he wouldn’t do this..’

then again, they couldn’t really think straight as the school was nearly pitch black in darkness, the halls only being illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows.

thinking back to the day beforehand, it was all fuzzy, i mean-

‘i did pass out during p.e...’

“wilbur!”

“oh, hello y/n, how has your day been, dear?”

“it’s been nice, that reminds me, what period do we have after lunch?”

“err, we have p.e-”

“i hate p.e, with a passion ugh,”

wilbur chuckled at y/n’s dramatic act,

“it’ll be fine, it’s not like we’re doing dodgeball or anything.”

-

“we’ll be playing dodgeball today.”

choruses of groans and small cheers were heard from the crowd of students huddled near their teacher.

“i hate life.”

y/n groaned into wilbur’s arm as it was muffled.

“again, it’ll be fine, we can use quackity as a shield.”

“no you will not!”

quackity exclaimed, nearly hurling at wilbur but being held back by karl and sapnap.

-

dodgeball was always something that y/n hated, you never know when some random ball flying through the air will hit your head or arm or nose or anything!

that being said, y/n was trying to be cautious but was distracted by someone calling them over by the entrance of the gym.

“y/n! you’re needed with another student!”

as y/n looked towards the sound of the voice, two balls came hurling at their head and had hit them directly, pretty much knocking them out.

“shit- y/n!”

wilbur called out, rushing to their aid and catching them before they fell to the floor. the sound of a whistle was heard across the gym, the teacher rushing to y/n too.

“they’ve passed out, bring them to the nurse’s office quickly, wilbur.”

“yes sir.”

wilbur lifted y/n up and placed their arm over his shoulder and hooked one arm between their torso and upper arm. 

slowly walking to the nurse’s office, he had completely changed direction, he had started walking towards his locker.

“this is the best chance i’ve ever gotten, can you believe i didn’t plan this sweetheart?- ohhh baby, i should lock you in my locker, huh? then you’ll be all to myself.. my sweet baby- i’ll visit you tonight, yeah!”

wilbur had been muttering to himself next to y/n’s ear, wilbur was sickly in love with y/n the moment he laid his eyes on them. 

their scent was so nice, they were so beautiful too! how could you not fall in love with y/n; but then again if anyone fell in love with y/n, wilbur would’ve slit their throat.

wilbur carefully opened his locker and lifted y/n up slightly to help them into the locker, then proceeded to tie their wrists and ankles together and place the duct tape over their mouth.

“sweet dreams, my love.”

wilbur concluded, kissing their forehead and then shutting his locker quietly.

-

wilbur walked back into the gym, he walked around the court towards the teacher as the game of dodgeball continued.

“the nurse called y/n’s parents and they took them home, just to let you know.”

“thank you wilbur, now go keep playing!”

‘can’t remember a thing.. but i have to get out of here.’

y/n stood up from their position and they started walking around the once lively school, y/n felt as if they should watch out, as they were about to walk down the stairs, they had heard a pair of loud footsteps rapidly walking closer and closer.

in a panic, they hid behind a small storage closet nearby, wilbur was too focused on getting back to the love of his life, he didn’t even realise that their scent was lingering right where he walked by.

y/n watched as he walked around the corner with a knife gripped in his hand tightly, 

‘whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-’

“-y/n..? y/n! my love, where are you?!”

wilbur exclaimed in a frustrated tone. y/n eyes widened once again and they practically sprinted down the stairs and towards the school entrance. disappointingly, wilbur had heard the rapid footsteps going down the stairs and he had guessed it to be y/n.

“y/n! you won’t be able to run far! I’ve locked every exit in this school and all the windows, you have no chance, love!”

and to y/n’s surprise, he was right, once they had ran to the school doors, they were found to be locked.

‘ohgodi’mgonnadiebywilburhe’sgonnakillmeshittles-’

“where did you go y/n?”

y/n had failed to realise that wilbur had also ran down the stairs after them and was already just down the hall, y/n sprinted down the other hallway that wilbur wasn’t occupying and was panicking like crazy. 

“hey wilbur-! let’s talk about this, yeah?!”

“but i don’t think you love me! do you? y/n!”

“i totally do!”

“i’ve always loved your dramatic acts but i don’t love them today.”

y/n panted as they ran through the multiple identical halls that made the school feel like a maze. y/n nearly tripped again as they looked behind them, watching as wilbur was gaining speed and also the knife in his hand.

“maybe put the knife down and i’ll love you, how about that!?”

“c’mon and i’ll make you love me!”

the next time y/n looked behind them, wilbur was only a few metres away from them and they panicked once again. the school had always hired the shittiest janitors so there was a pencil on the floor, it was pretty much impossible to see in the dark.

y/n tripped over the pencil and wilbur slowed down and towered over y/n.

“oh now you’re all mine, baby...”

wilbur crouched down to y/n’s level and grabbed onto their wrist, y/n tried to yank their arm away from their former best friend.

“please let go-”

wilbur grabbed onto their other wrist.

“get away from me!”

“we’ll be together forever, hun.”

wilbur held both of y/n’s wrist with one hand and caged their legs by his feet, grabbing his knife, he carved ‘W.S’ under y/n’s left eye.

“i love you so much.”

y/n was sent into a silent embrace by wilbur after being kissed on the cheek.

‘i’m dead…’

wc : 1269 words