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ruined-station · 3 days
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Moon 2 - Clans?
WARNING : This chapter contains a semi-detailed depiction of a cat's prey, and the kill. There is blood, but minimal blood appearance on the prey's fur.
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I raced with as much energy as my body could muster, along the thunder rails chasing a quick rabbit. All too familiar from running towards the train...
I've been trying to put that out of my mind. I make the final leap, nipping the rabbit in the back of the neck before quickly snapping said neck. I paused, ear twitching.
I lift my head from the kill, blood in my mouth. Snapping the neck usually does not leave blood, but the things struggling had let my fangs sink into the thing's scruff. I lapped around my mouth, hunger clawing at my stomach. I still followed the warrior code, even if no longer in my clan. Sunrisekit will eat first.
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I look past the rails, taking a break from my chase. I could have probably caught more prey with less energy, but rabbits will help the growth of Sunrisekit and keep us strong.
I hear steps.
Pawsteps, I'm sure. The ever-familiar pitter-patter along the grasses, then the pitter-patter onto the rails. Onto.. the.. rails? Songsky lifted her head so fast she felt a bit dizzy.
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My head shot up to see a cat. A small tortoiseshell cat, apprentice aged. Midway to be a warrior, I guessed. My ear twitched as a singsong voice met my ears.
"Hi there, Songsky!" The chirpy voice answered. The young cat's blue eyes-tinted with purple- seemed to stare right into me. How did she know my name? My fur stood near on end. "Is it true you're part of TrainClan..er.. StationClan?"
"State why you are on my territory. Also, how do you know my name?" I tried to make my voice sound as intimidating as a grown warrior would. It's not all too successful. It was a younger cat. But.. I have no desire to harm.
"I.. came to join your clan. My name is Heatherpaw." Heatherpaw meowed slowly. Her eyes certainly matched the name. She seemed to deflate a bit, my eyes tracing her body. She was by no means starving, but some of her ribs were visible. "I was told by a kittypet."
"A.. kittypet?" I paused. My brain darted right to the thought of many the clan once met. My eyes held a far-away look. I couldn't even trace the thought her name was clan structured. She was an apprentice.
"His name was.. Frankie." The apprentice meowed sorrowfully, and I nearly froze. The fur on the back of my neck stood high. Sunrisekit's father? "He was injured when he came to the clan. His leg was mangled, he was incoherent. He talked about a 'TrainClan.' But.. he died. Our healer said he was too far gone."
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"Anyway, I wanted to join you! You guys have only been in ender tales!"
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Heatherpaw joined the clan, leaving Songsky with a lot to think about...
Thank you guys for 58 followers, seriously yall r awesome <3 I didn't expect someone new so fast! wonder what all they are saying means. Asks open for Heatherpaw, Songsky, and Sunrisekit! Perhaps Frankie too.. if you are curious..!
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obliviouscxnt · 3 months
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Control Azriel x Reader
a/n: I'm so lost, i don't know what I'm doing. Still learning how to use tumblr but in the meantime, welcome to the first fic i feel like posting.
synopsis: feyre's growing curiosity about you sparks some personal questions.
Warnings: mentioned SA, fluff, hints of sexual activities
pt.2 | pt.3
One of the first friends Feyre made in the Night Court was you. You reminded her of the twin wraiths in a way. Never saying much, if anything at all. Maybe that was one of the reasons she liked you so much. 
You didn’t need to talk to enjoy each other’s presence. Feyre had as much fun sitting in silence with you as she did on a night out with Mor. 
But as time passed, as Feyre became a constant in the Night Court, she had grown curious. She wanted to know more about you like she did the others. 
So she started asking you questions, and to her surprise, you would answer her. Your answers weren’t clipped, or vague. You never sounded annoyed with her, you were completely open and honest with her. 
“How long have you known everyone?” Feyre had asked while you gently played with her hair, her scalp tingling at your touch. 
You thought about it for a moment. “Over two hundred years now.” 
She tilts her head, so apart from her you were the newest member of the inner circle. “How did you meet?” She asks, shivering as the tingles travel down her spine.
You start braiding a few small strands from the front of her face as you speak. “My kind are far different from other Fae.” Feyre practically perks up at the words. She knew you weren’t high fae but she never bothered saying anything about it, she barely even noticed it most of the time not nearly enough to warrant a discussion. “They hail from no court, and bow to no lord, not even the Mother is with their thoughts.”
Feyre tried to imagine what that would be like, how they would act, what traditions they’d carry. She thought of your features, the ones that stood out among other high fae. Your ears didn’t point, your nails were like claws, and your teeth bore long sharp canines on both the top and bottom of your mouth, but the features that stood out the most were the ones you kept hidden. 
Feyre saw them once, your wings. The first time she met you. Like they were just there for a formal introduction. They were big, beautiful, and intricate. They looked like moth wings, and fluttered like them too. Opening and closing slowly when you were lax.
Immediately when Feyre saw them, she felt like painting again, she could barely keep her eyes off them, barely keep herself from reaching out a hand to touch them. Maybe that was the reason for their absence in the next visit; all that remained of the glorious appendages was precise ink that lined your back the whole of your back, a tattoo of folded wings. 
From the way they folded, they almost formed a natural cape. She wondered how far your tattoo ran, the extravagant fabrics of the dresses you wore only showed so much. 
She pictured a whole colony of people that looked like you and immediately felt like painting again.
“It’s why nobody can do anything about their backward ways, they listen to nobody but themselves. Believe no one but themselves.” All preconceived thoughts of your people turn sour with your words. 
“The things they’ve done, they still do…” You release a shaky breath as you finish the small braids and set them aside.
Feyre turns to look at you when your delicate hands part with her hair. She finds you sorting through a box of hair ornaments, but your eyes are clouded. Not even the most glorious of diamonds could shine through that fog. “You don’t have to...“ 
You blink out of your daze and wave her off as you pull out a few gem-encrusted pins and show them to her. Waiting for her to give you a nod of approval before pulling out a stunning bejeweled silver comb and repeating the same process. Your collection was truly marvelous. 
“When I was saved, it was my first Flowering Night.” You spoke the words with barely concealed bitterness. “A night where all mature unpaired females are sent into the woods for any participating males to hunt down and take as they please.” 
You tuck back the small braids with the sparkling pins. Feyre listened as you continued, she wanted to say something but what would she say?
“No one could run very far from our community, the woods of the Middle hold no mercy. It was either hide and hope you make it till dawn without being spotted by a male. Or die to the other horrid creatures that live in those woods.” 
Feyre’s heart ached for you, her sorrow a tangible thing able to be smelt in the air. And you squeezed her shoulder, you comforted her. Her sorrow only increased. You never deserved any of it.
“I chose the latter.” You carefully place the comb into her hair, finding it in yourself to smile at the final product. You still fiddle with a few strands until you feel pleased. “A close encounter with death led to the discovery of my gift,” 
Dreamwalker, Rhys had called you.  An ability so rare even Helion’s exquisite library had very little information on it. 
Feyre loosely understood that you could enter another person's dream. Could manipulate it as you wish, to serenity or to a blood-curdling nightmare. But what made you so powerful, what made you such a valuable asset to the Night Court was your ability to bring dreams to life. All manner of dreams. 
However, your ability was sparsely used for court matters, and only necessary people knew of it. You were their trump card. Something nobody would see coming. 
Feyre would never forget the time you had a nightmare, sending half the court in preparation for battle. She’d also never forget the way Azriel had fought off the nightmare incarnate to get to you. How he charged forward without an ounce of hesitation. While Rhys had stood protectively in front of Feyre, and Cassian’s siphons flared from beside her, providing a shield around them.
Feyre had realized then that Azriel would go to hell and back for you. 
Feyre turns to face you, to look you in your enchanting eyes now that you are finished playing with her hair. “I was barely a woman, I didn’t know the first thing about defending myself. I didn’t know what this gift was.” She watched you raise a hand, small stars forming and trailing your fingers, blinking and shimmering as you played with them. “What good is a gift this powerful if you don’t know what to do with it? It’s as good as a broken blade.” 
Feyre’s breath leaves her body when you pull down the shoulder of your elegant emerald gown, revealing a long jagged scar running diagonally across your chest. The skin puffed up from how deep the gash was. “I would’ve died if it weren’t for Azriel.” 
The high fae’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly. 
“He heard me screaming. And he came for me.” You pull the shoulder back up and smile. Actually, smile. Feyre had never known someone like you, someone able to flip such a horrid memory around. Someone so able to pick out the good amongst the bad. “It wasn’t until a century later that I finally accepted his invitation to the Night Court and met everyone else.”
Feyre found herself grabbing your hand and squeezing. So grateful you had accepted his invitation. 
You squeeze back. 
“You’re so strong.” Feyre says, furrowing her brows when you laugh like she had told a joke. 
“It wasn’t strength that led me here, Feyre.” You tell her. Once again she wanted to paint you, but she felt like she wouldn’t be able to do you justice. “It was fate.”
A knock sounds at the door. 
“Come in.” Feyre calls and you both look to the opening door. Two incredibly attractive Illyrian men stand at the doorway. 
Rhys smiles at the sight of you two, eyes raking over the hairstyle you’d given Feyre. “You look lovely, Feyre darling.” Her face heats as you smile in triumph. 
“Say goodnight.” Comes Azriel’s voice in that tone he only used on you. 
You obey his command without a second thought, giving Feyre a light hug and giving Rhys a small bow before scurrying toward Azriel’s waiting arm. 
You fall into step with him as his hand lands on your lower back. But before the two of you could disappear you tug on his shirt, prompting him to stop only long enough for you to turn back toward Feyre and say a final goodnight. “Dream well Feyre!” Then he continued leading you away to your shared chambers. 
The mated pair watch you two travel away. Rhys with a look of content for you and his brother. Feyre with a new curiosity. 
She couldn’t help but be curious about the dynamic you and Azriel had. The way that dynamic bled into the interactions you had with your friends. How you always asked for permission before doing something and always jumped up whenever anyone asked you to do something. Rhys seemed to catch on to that curiosity. 
He decided to save you the embarrassment of Feyre asking you herself. He had enough of an understanding of you to know when something would make you uncomfortable, no matter how much you said otherwise. 
You’d always answer any questions asked of you openly and honestly, whether you wanted to or not. It was one of the reasons many were at first against your visits with Feyre, himself included. The newly turned fae was far too oblivious to your situation to recognize when she was taking advantage of your obedience. But you assured Rhysand repeatedly that Feyre never bothered you with her questions. That you enjoyed her presence just as much as she, hopefully, enjoyed yours. 
Much to everyone’s delight, Feyre regarded you with gentleness and awe from the very start. It was the effect you had on people. It was the reason Azriel didn’t put up a fight about leaving your visits unsupervised.
“[name] was raised by cruel people, they taught her that in a relationship the male's word is law. Her people think a female is expected to give up any and all control to her male. It’s one of the few things she never was able to condition herself out of, Azriel helps her by providing that control she needs.” 
Feyre thinks about that, face heating at the images it created. She wondered what that would be like, to surrender herself completely. “So if he told her to jump off the nearest bridge…?” 
“She’d do it, with zero hesitation.” 
Rhys smirks, knowing glint in his eyes as his gaze runs over the blush that coated her face. 
“But he’d never ask something like that of her. He knows her inside out, knows when something is too much or not enough.” He steps closer to her, delighting in the way her breathing picks up. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think your interest in this topic was more than innocent curiosity.” 
“Well, do you?” Feyre asks, making his eyes narrow. “Know any better?” 
Rhys’s gaze becomes dark. “Nope.” 
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“Did you enjoy your time with Feyre?” You sigh at his voice, the comfort it brings you. You find yourself leaning into him, and he allows it. 
“It was nice.” You say truly. It felt like it was easier to breathe now that Feyre had more of an understanding. “She asked about how we met.” 
The hand on your back pulls you closer to him as if he were remembering that day. Remembering what you looked like as that hideous creature held you down, slicing into you. The way you flinched away from him after he’d slayed the creature. The sheer dress that you wore, If it could even be called that. He could still picture everything so vividly. 
How you eventually submitted to him, and how that made him sick. How he carried you out of the Middle and into the lands of the Night Court, never taking you into the cities. How for the next century after that he would visit you at the little private cabin only he and his brothers knew about, how he took care of you, and how he grew to love you. How you grew to love him in return.
He shoves those thoughts into the back of his mind as he opens the door to your shared chambers, walking you inside before shutting the door behind you. 
His hands move to your shoulders while he guides you to sit on the edge of the large bed, big enough to fit at least three winged beings. Hands brushing down your body as he kneels before you, settling on your ankle. He brings your foot up and rests it on his thigh before slowly unraveling the straps of your heel. Once finished he continued with the right heel, his touch nothing but confident from years and years of practice. 
A hand pats your thigh, letting you know he’s finished. Your eyes trail him as he heads toward the bathroom, you’d be happy to just look at him for the rest of your immortal life. 
You help Azriel, though he had no problem doing it for you, by taking off your jewelry one by one, setting each extravagant piece on the nightstand. By the time you're done Azriel’s waiting for you next to a full bath.
“Come.” He beckons from beside the large clawfoot tub. Hand outstretched and waiting for you. 
You saunter toward him, sighing as you let your brain just rest. Let him do everything for you. 
His hands are strong, and gentle, and secure all in one as they guide you out of your gown, his clothes following not long after. You sigh as he brings you into the tub. Positioning you so you sat between his legs, back to his front. 
Your eyelids slowly fall shut, coaxed by his soothing touch. Feeling nothing but content when he pushed your head back to lay on his shoulder, a gentle kiss pressed against your temple.
You were soon in a state of barely there, just teetering on the side of sleep but awake enough to move when he told you to. 
“Lean forward.”
His hands rub up and down your back, cleaning and massaging the skin there. You shudder in pleasure and he hums soothingly. Like cooing at a pet. You straighten up a bit when he taps the marked skin a few times, moving forward just enough for your wings to slowly peel away from your back. What was once ink on your skin, now real moving wings. 
“Spread.” And you do so, wings unfolding and stretching out completely. 
You shiver as his hands brush against them, making them twitch both away and toward him. As if they couldn’t decide whether the feeling it brought you was too much or not enough.
As always Azriel handled them with utmost care, humming when small noises of pleasure escaped you. When he was finished he tapped your shoulder to let you know, but you were too tired to summon the magic needed to conceal them.
Though, not tired enough to remember it was his turn. 
Slowly with lethargic movements, you turn to face him. Wings folding up again, forming a natural cape on your back. “Can I-“ You begin but catch yourself before you can finish. His narrowed eyes crinkled into a smile. Happy he no longer had to remind you of such a simple fact. 
Don’t ask to touch what is yours.
So instead you reach for the soap in his hands and begin to wash him. Taking satisfaction in the way his wound-up muscles, tense from hours of work, relaxed under your touch. The way his hands rested on your hips, squeezing every now and then appreciatively. The hums that left his mouth, no longer with the intent to soothe you but to let you know how pleased you made him. 
Your touches became increasingly distracted, sleep slowly leaving your system as your mind filled with nothing but him. 
He smirks, a mix of amusement and attraction. Allowing his own touches to become less innocent. His hands move to wrap around your wrists, dragging your hands down, down, and down his body. Soap long ago discarded. 
“Touch me.” He commands. 
And nothing could keep you from satisfying him. 
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villainousauthor · 17 days
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Hero continues to rock the wailing infant, trying to shush her. It's been hours, and still they haven't been able to get her to calm down. Nothing has worked, not a bottle, a diaper change, nothing.
Hero places their hand against her small forehead, checking for a fever, maybe. They feel so beyond their depth right now. Hero's barely slept the past day, and they're dead on their feet, eyes barely staying open.
"I wish you could just tell me what's wrong. This is so frustrating." Hero whines, still bouncing the crying infant.
"It's unfortunate, most babies can't talk." The familiar voice comes from behind, and Hero whirls around defensively to see Villain standing in the doorway of the nursery.
"What are you doing here?" Hero demands, clutching their child closer.
"You haven't come to fight me in months. I've sent out clear messages-"
"You mean constantly blowing up buildings and taking people hostage?" Hero interrupts, still holding their baby close to their chest.
"-but you never came. I was starting to think you died," Villain finishes eloquently. "I can see now that you've been a bit busy." They take a step closer, and Hero takes another step back, trying to keep distance.
This was bad. Hero very much intended that no one would know about their child, enemies especially. They could feel anxiety rising in their chest, clawing at their throat.
Villain eyes their movement before speaking again. "Shame, I would have sent a gift if I'd known. Who's the other parent?" Their eyes shoot back up to Hero's as they ask.
"No one. She's mine, her other parent is irrelevant." Hero says defensively. The baby continues to cry, face red.
Villain looks over the both of them, humming as they consider this. "So you're doing this alone. How long have you been up for?"
The question seems harmless, and yet Hero hesitates, still not trusting Villain. The way they ask though, seems simply curious.
"...A few hours now. I can't get her to sleep." Hero finally says quietly.
Villain steps closer again, this time slowly, as if to not worry Hero. "I can tell," They snort, but the words are soft, "You look completely exhausted."
"Jeez thanks-"
"May I try?" Villain asks, voice gentle. Hero looks at them like they've grown three heads. The very idea that Hero would hand their child over to Villain is so beyond ridiculous, that they can't believe they asked.
Vilain sees their expression and rolls their eyes. "I'm not going to do anything to harm her. I know you'd kick my ass if I even tried. I'm good with kids, and you look like you're going to fall over any minute."
They step even closer and lift a finger to the small baby, which she grabs with her chubby little hand. Villain chuckles at the sight.
Hero watches, eyes fighting to stay open. Villain is right, they do feel like they're on the verge of collapse any moment. Arms are heavy from continuously rocking the baby, legs feel like jello.
"Okay, you can hold her for a moment. But I swear to everything that if you do anything to harm her, your body will end scattered in tiny pieces across the country." Hero warns, their voice more deadly than it's ever been with Villain.
Villain simply smiles as they reach out for the baby. "I wouldn't expect anything less." They take her in their arms, holding her comfortably. Hero immediately collapses down into the nearby rocking chair.
They rock her in their arms like it's the most natural thing in the world. Hero watches on in surprise as she starts to calm down somewhat, though she's still fussy. The lack of wailing level crying is a godsend though.
"How in the world.." Hero asks, amazed at the sight.
Villain grabs a pacifier off the near by changing table, giving it to the infant. She accepts it easily and finally settles down.
"I told you I'm really good with kids. Plus babies just like me," They say as they look down at the infant in their arms with the most genuine smile Hero has ever seen, "Also have you considered that she might be teething?"
Hero raises an eyebrow before yawning suddenly. "Ah..no I haven't. I'm new to this, and I feel like I'm learning as I go along..."
"It probably doesn't help that you don't have any help either. Why don't you rest for a bit while I hold her?" Villain suggests, noticing how on the verge of falling asleep they are. "I promise I'll stay right here, and she'll be okay. You should get some sleep."
"I'm not so sure about that..." Hero replies, though their head is already starting to sag. "How'd you get so good with kids anyways?" They ask, their eyes beginning to flutter.
Villain chuckles quietly. "You don't get to unlock my tragic back story that easily." But Hero is already asleep, passed out over in the chair. Villain continues to hold the baby as they drap a small blanket over Hero.
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 months
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Broken Hearts and Valentines Cards.
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Steve sends you a card for Valentine's day, it's just as a friend... Eddie isn't so happy and his mouth runs away with him, which you overhear.
Eddie Munson x Reader, Jealous Eddie, Kinda mean Eddie at the end, sorry 😌 bit of an angsty fic instead of a fluffy Valentines.
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Steve had overheard you speaking to Nancy and Robin about Valentines Day. It was a few days before the big day, and you were mentioning that you hadn't been sent a card before.
"It would be nice wouldn't it? Even to receive just one card, normally it never used to bother me but-'' You trail off, your chatty demeanour soon becoming shyer, hesistant to speak.
"But you wouldn't mind a card from a certain metalhead'' Nancy teases and you nod, then sigh.
"Never going to happen though" you reply, and Steve stays in the background so you don't realise he's heard. Robin catches his eye and must realise he's scheming after hearing your confession.
If you wanted a card then Steve was going to send you one. After all what could go wrong?
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Valentine ''cupids'' were wandering the cafeteria handing out Valentines cards. The cupids in question were some reluctant and some eager students, they were holding indivual boxes labelled Valentines mail.
Eddie was ranting at the Hellfire table, he dreaded this day and all the bullshit consumerism that came with it.
"I can't stand this shit. It's just another day that corporates use to trick the gullible into buying manufactured shit" he snaps.
"Tell us how you really feel dude" Gareth jokes, then quietens at Eddie's sharp look, Eddie doesn't notice how quiet you've grown, the sad look on your face at his words.
Then something unexpected happens, one of the cupids comes up to the Hellfire table and drops a card right in front of you.
There's a stunned silence, you pick up the card and hold it gently. You've never had a card before... Who sent it?
You open it and smile at the cute picture of a kitten and puppy snuggled up together. Hearts surround them, it's really adorable.
The card is signed from an Admirer, heat floods through your body and you beam. Even if it's from a friend, it's still very sweet and you hold it reverently.
"Who sent it?" Jeff asks curious, he peers over your shoulder. ''Ooh an admirer" he teases.
Eddie frowns "Why not just sign who it's from then?" his big brown eyes narrow at the card. You tuck the card into your bag and shake your head.
"It's romantic, or just being sweet. People can be sweet and not have a motive Eddie" you point out to him.
Robin passes you and grins in delight.
"I'm glad you got it! Steve will be pleased, he was like an anxious mother hen this morning" you blink surprised, oh.
"Harrington sent it" Eddie yelps and Robin nods to you, beaming.
"Mmm, overhead you saying about Valentines Day, got it in his head to send you a card" she explains.
"That is so sweet" you beam, remembering to thank Steve next time you see him. Meanwhile, Eddie was still quiet, which with him was never a good thing...
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Family Video was one of Eddie's favourite places, he loved finding new horror movies that he hadn't seen yet, along with D&d and playing the guitar, it was one of his favourite things to do to pass time.
Steve was working today with Robin and Eddie discreetly watched him. Dustin sung Steve's praises and Eddie had gotten to know Steve, knew he was a good guy-better than Eddie ever thought. Rich, goodlooking and the chick's loved him but he was a genuine nice guy.
So Eddie couldn't explain why he was so angsty at the thought of Steve sending you that card. Did he like you as more than a friend and wanted to ask you out or something?
"Hey Steve, what's the deal with you sending that card?" he blurts out. Steve raises an eyebrow, folds his arms across his chest and frowns.
"I don't see the problem? I was being a good friend" Steve shrugs and Eddie follows him around as he puts away the videos.
"Do you like her? Is this what it's about?" he demands. Robin, who's listening to the whole conversation is quiet. Until Eddie keeps going on about it and she finally snaps.
Robin rolls her eyes. "Eddie, I'm going to be completely blunt, because you're annoying me right now with how much of a dingus you're being. You're jealous. Sooner you admit it to yourself, the better you'll feel"
Jealous, there was no way he was jealous Eddie scoffs. Robin didn't know what she was talking about.
"Jealous of what? I don't see yn like that at all, she's not my type. She's too into romance, fairytale shit. Nope, no fucking way" he doesn't notice Steve's wide eyes or Robin's furious look.
Confused he turns around, you're standing shock still, looking at Eddie with heartbreak in your eyes.
"Nice to know what you think of me Eddie" you murmur quietly and leave. Robin curses him out as she follows you, leaves Eddie with a horrid sinking feeling in his chest.
Fuck.
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undiscovered-horizon · 5 months
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Hello! Just finished Die Happy, and oh my gosh what a wholesome and sad time!! I love the way you portray Sanji and his inner monologue with himself.
Would it be possible to get a continuation where reader ends up making it a habit of sleeping with Sanji now that’s she’s had a taste. They kind of make a nightly routine and no one really questions it because they just like seeing everyone happy. How would Sanji feel realizing that it’s been weeks since you first started sleeping with him? What if reader is trying to tell Sanji they actually really like him but he just thinks reader is to perfect for him so he’s kind of blind to her advances.
Thank you so much and I hope you have fun writing!!!
All ye who yearned (@federalclassroom @sparkyrosewood14 @zzbloody-animezz @clonaa @number-0-iz) come get y'all juice:
Maelstrom - Sanji x Reader
Part 2 to "Die Happy"
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One night turned into two, two turned into a week and a week turned into... well, however long you and Sanji have been sleeping in one bed. He's not keen on keeping track but taking in the moment instead. He doesn't ask why you continue to crawl right back into his bedroom every night. In fact, he doesn't dare make any comment about your new habit out of fear that you might think he's grown tired of it.
Every night he thinks it might be the last, so he forces himself to stay up as long as he can. Although having you sleep soundly against his chest makes his heart rejoice, the new and asinine sleeping schedule he has implemented puts his body into a poor state. Sanji expected someone to say something but he hasn't considered the whole picture and how it looks to the other Straw Hats - he sleeps in one bed with you every night and looks exhausted during the day. It gives... quite a boost to one's imagination. This is why no one so far has made any inquiry about the new sleeping arrangement.
Even if only opportunity made him the person you like to waste your spare time with, Sanji feels as though the universe itself has smiled at him. Some god above him saw his suffering and decided to ease his burden a little. In his mind, this is the most logical explanation.
But that's about to change.
He feels you stir against him. Unknowingly, Sanji freezes, afraid that it's his feathery touches that wake you up from slumber. He holds his fingertips right above your skin, uncertainty hanging in the air.
"You're not sleeping?" you murmur against his chest.
Gently, he sets his hand back on your arm. Your skin is burning his fingers but he welcomes the scorch like frosty cheeks welcome the scarce sunlight in winter months.
"Just thinking about something," he answers with faux disinterest, hoping that you won't inquire further.
To Sanji's horror, you lean away from him and prop your chin up on your head, staring at his face from above. A bright, curious glint shines in your eyes.
"Come on, shoot. What keeps you awake at night?"
Like a deer caught in headlights, he's silently panicking for a moment.
You. All of you. From the way you say "good morning" in a raspy voice to the "goodnight" you separate with a yawn. How I can tell exactly what's on your mind by the expression on your face. The little dances you do when you're having a good day. How adorable your scowl is. The way my chest hurts when I see you frowning.
Sanji gives you a reassuring smile and shakes his head slightly. "Nothing you should worry about, love," he dismissed you. A beautiful liar he is - nothing in his voice indicates the dread that resides inside him.
His heartbeat quickens suddenly when you give him a flash of a smile. In the twilight of a dark night, you look like a faerie, luring a poor, lovesick man to bestow his deepest, darkest secrets upon you.
And Sanji just might.
"Maybe I want to." You shrug your shoulders. With your other hand, you poke his chest playfully. "I'm fine with worrying if it's about you."
Sanji swallows thickly. You're in his bed, snuggled against him and openly admitting you care about him. If he doesn't change the course of the conversation soon, he might act upon his desire, confess feelings he's been unwilling to admit even to himself.
"As much as I appreciate that," he begins nervously, "there's enough in that pretty little head of yours. You just lean on me and I'll do the rest." Sanji forces himself to smile softly at you as he makes a point of leaning through putting his hand on his chest.
You chuckle and bite your lower lip. Sanji's mind tries to slip into his well-known fantasies of kissing you but he manages to keep his thoughts at the present moment.
"Spoken like a true gentleman." Hinging on your forearm, you lean closer to his face. "Maybe it's you I should marry."
He clenches his hand covered by the duvet. Having you so close to him was a daydream until you made it turn into somewhat of a nightmare. Sanji keeps telling himself that whatever happens, he can't let you in on his feelings, fearing that if you learn of his hopeless affliction, you will abandon his intimacy once and for all. And that Sanji doesn't even want to consider as a possibility.
"I thought you wanted to marry a prince," he says in an attempt to divert the conversation.
A scoff leaves your lips and you shake your head in disapproval.
"Fuck princes," you drone out. "I'm not a participation award you can put in your trophy case and show off. I'm more like wild, untamed waters. Like a maelstrom." Your voice hangs for a moment and Sanji holds on to it with more hope than he thought he's capable of. Maybe the universe really did take pity on him. Then, you lean even closer to him, leaving a rather obscene lack of space between your faces. "And you, my lovely Sanji, are a skilled sailor."
His heart stops for a moment.
"Don't do this," he whispers in a weak voice. "Don't give me hope for something I can never have. It's cruel."
"'Can never have?'" you repeat in confusion. "It's your bed I keep crawling back into despite telling myself to stop doing that. You already have me. All of me. I don't care how desperate that makes me look. I want you to have me."
Sanji tries to control his ragged breathing. His iron will is crumbling as he allows himself to look at your lips. Is he dreaming?
"You shouldn't say things you don't mean," he warns you in a distant voice. His mind is too occupied, too busy going haywire, to be rooted in reality. Will you taste as sweet as he imagined? Will you linger on his lips like the reviving kiss of a goddess given to a dying man?
"You shouldn't assume I'm someone who just runs their mouth," you answer.
His lips barely touch yours. There's too much fear in him - fear, that this isn't actually happening. That you're just a dream within a dream, that he imagined this moment to curb his desperation. But then he feels you kissing him back, your lips engulfing his as though you're silently begging him not to go anywhere and stay with you. Sanji can't help himself putting his hand on the nape of your neck and fixing the angle off the kiss to deepen it; to kiss you like princesses deserve to be kissed.
Maybe you are a maelstrom - raging waters twisting into deadly whirlpools. But he's definitely not a sailor. A shipmate would navigate dangerous tides, while Sanji seems to be drowning. The waters of you are filling his lungs and yet he feels like he's breathing for the very first time. He's slowly falling farther away from the light of reason. Soon, darkness engulfs him. But it's not cold. It's not lonely. It's the darkness of a warm, summer night.
And in this darkness, drowned in the untamed waters of a maelstrom, he hears a siren singing in your voice:
The madness of returned devotion.
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maryleclerc · 4 months
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧
pairing: charles leclerc x reader ; carlos sainz x reader
face-claim: gigi hadid
summary: in which after knowing about reader pregnancy, charles decided to make everything right.
warning: mention of pregnancy, exes!, paparazzi. use google translate,swearing. english is not my native language! does not have any pregnancy experience!
so i’ll made this mini series with 2 ending, one will be reader end with charles and other one will end with carlos (ofc if reader end up with carlos which mean the reason why reader and charles broke up will change too)
more importantly: reader you can suggest any baby girl name too!! or baby boy idk 😩🙏 also suggest some drama and stuff ideas!!
if you wanted to add into taglist please reply or dm me
read part 01
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carlossainz55 Bestieeee
yewenmitle Love their friendship already!!!
roseross How can they be so cute not even trying
⤷ yourusername Born natural 🥸
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dailymail Y/n Y/l/n and Carlos Sainz spotted having a cozy dinner in Monaco
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friendsaddictedd Oooh sound ✨ROMANTIC✨
kiearre She looks serious tho, her face
livinginthedprm Everybody saying Carlos has a crush on Y/n. HE DESERVE TO BE LOVE TOO!! they would be so cute together
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f1lovelifeupdates Charles Leclerc has confirmed that he and Megan have broken up a months ago, after 2 months of dating. And he also confirmed that his ex-girlfriend, Y/n, is pregnant with their first child.
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haileylee Ok, I don’t really care about them… all I need to know is Charles know about the baby?
charlessbaby I missed them so much!!!
ppeeeepss Megan, she’s wonderful, pretty and talent how can this happen. I just hope he’s not get back with Y/n
⤷ lovensfw Honey, we know but he’s a grown man so I think it is very important to know what’s ‘responsibility’ mean 😀 also Y/n’s PERFECTLY FINE!!!
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Hello everyone!
Recently, there have been photos of me and of course, photos of me pregnant that were unintentionally leaked. And that's also the reason why I spoke up about this, (why do I sound so serious, haha) anyway, it's been a while and it's time to share with you guys.
Since you love me, you deserve me to share your joys with you. Yes, I'm pregnant and my baby is 8 months old!! time flies, since the day I announced that I would take a temporary break for a while because I felt OVERWHELM, that actually was the time I wanted to devote all my time to taking care of myself as well as my baby, prepare to be a mommy. And I am truly grateful to all of you who have sent me kind words and wishes, I truly appreciate it!!
Love you all so much! Also, I still don't know what to name our baby, so I need your suggestions
IT’S A GIRL!! (reader also can suggest a name too!!)
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lolamckaylee Congrat to you Y/n
_josephinee Who’s the baby daddy?
⤷ ynsqueen It’s Charles Leclerc
⤷ _josephinee Wait I thought he dating someone else, and knock her up?
⤷ johnsongreen HIM AND MEGAN BROKE UP!!
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carlossainzstuff_ Carlos has mention Y/n on today “We asked Carlos Sainz what F1 fan really want to know” by P1 with Matt & Tommy.
Tommy asked Carlos if he knew that F1 fans were very curious about the relationship between Carlos and Y/n after the photos taken by paparazzi when they spend sometime at Monaco.
TOMMY: Did you know that every F1 fan here wanted to know if you and Y/n are a thing?
CARLOS: We’re bestfriend, bff
TOMMY: But there are also had that one question that has been ask alot that’s “Are having a crush on Y/n?”
CARLOS: It’s really hard to not fall for her, she’s so kind and everything. Everybody love her, how can I not
TOMMY: Yea, It’s true. And you also know that she’s pregnant right?
CARLOS: She look espléndida
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carloswifee He’s madly in love with her, NOT crushes, just LOVE
yncarlossainzs The way his eyes look at them when they mention of Y/n is wholesome, he talk about her like a proud boyfriend
ferarrilovrs__ Thinking of when they’re really dating, ahh I can’t stop kicking my feet!!
carlossainzsidechick SOMEONE KISS HIM ON THE FOREHEAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!
[ to be continue ]
( taglist ) @janeholt3 @formulas-bitch @celestialams @aundercover
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raygunny · 6 months
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Tav's Name
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The party finds out that 'Tav' is actually just a nickname. She refuses to tell them what it's short for, which is very unlike her. Cue the burning curiosity from the whole camp. Everyone approaches her in their own way.
Karloch tries the direct approach - essentially bugging Tav throughout the day. 'Just checking if you want to tell me now', she says with a grin each time. Reassuring Tav that if it's embarrassing, she'll try her best not to laugh. It's all in good fun though, no real pressure. She just likes teasing Tav about it at this point.
Wyll keeps throwing out names like she's Rumpelstiltskin. He starts out strong with 'Octavia', but towards the end of the day he's really scraping the bottom of the barrel. Tav's not sure why he's even trying this strategy - she already told him she wouldn't confirm or deny his guesses. She suspects that he and Gale made some sort of bet to see who can figure it out first. He finally gives up when he wholeheartedly guesses, 'Tavern?'
Speaking of Gale, he keeps trying to casually bring it up in conversation. 'You know, I was reading a fascinating book the other day about the power of names. I'd be remiss if I didn't offer to look yours up - if you wanted to of course. Our little secret', he says with a wink. He's so bad at being casual. She just shakes her head at each worsening attempt, it almost makes her want to tell him out of pity. Or to get him to stop pestering her, she's not quite sure.
Astarion thinks to himself, how could I have missed this? - followed up by - and why won't she tell us? Between the two of them, he's the one that's usually keeping secrets - not the other way around. How very intriguing. He tries to charm it out of her, 'I just want to know what name to call out next time we have a little midnight rendezvous', he says with that charming smirk on his face. When she dodges all his tricks and refuses to budge, that's...irritating to say the least. He can't stop thinking about her though, well her name that is. Ahem.
Shadowheart is not really all that interested in trying to coax out Tav's secrets. As a follower of Shar, she respects the secrets of others. And if Tav isn't telling them, then it must be for a reason. That still doesn't stop her from at least trying. 'I would share one of my secrets if you share yours', she says late at night when it's just the two of them by the fire. It's unlike her, but she's grown very fond of Tav. She can spare one small secret, she tells herself.
Lae'zel really couldn't care less about what Tav's full name is. Nickname or not - the only important thing is that Tav responds when Lae'zel yells her name out in battle. After watching the group pester her all day, she doesn't even ask. Though, that doesn't mean she hasn't been keeping an ear out when the others have made their attempts.
Halsin, the respectful yet smooth guy he is, tells her with a soft smile, 'While I am quite curious and would love to hear what I'm sure is a very lovely name, I am perfectly content with whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me. Tav suits you well after all'. That almost gets it out of her, but she stays resolute. She can't give in so easily. Perhaps another night, she thinks.
There are no dark secrets or skeletons in the closet for Tav, but it does turn out Wyll was right - her first name is actually Tavern. She's always found it a little embarrassing, but it's not her fault that she was born in one and her folks just ran with it. She'll hold onto this secret till a day where she knows they all need a morale boost. She's sure she'll never hear the end of it.
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yours
Jenna Ortega x fem!reader
Friends with benefits with Jenna. R wants more.
Warnings: Jenna's a lil toxic
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 Your eyes met Jenna's for the millionth time that night. She had caught your intense gaze of pure envy yet again. Her lips curled into a slight smirk, and she threw her head back in laughter as she flirted with the man next to her. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She blushed and brushed her hand along his bicep. Your jaw clenched in fury and you shot up from the couch and stormed over to the pair. Her eyes found yours again, and something flickered behind them. Triumph. She had you right where she wanted.
"Jenna, let's go."
"No, I'm okay," she said lightly.
"Yeah, she's okay," the man said cockily beside her.
"I wasn't talking to you," you spat. "Jenna. Let's. Go."
You grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the guy. He rolled his eyes and walked away, sauntering to find another girl to prey on.
You wordlessly led Jenna into a vacant bedroom upstairs. The muffled music of the party below thumped through the walls. Avoiding her piercing gaze, you sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't join you.
"What was that about, Y/N?" Her tone was curious, but you could pick out the hint of smugness laced within.
"Nothing. That guy looked like an asshole. I was saving you."
"Oh yeah? That was all?" she taunted, taking a step closer and sitting beside you.
You swallowed nervously, trying to ignore the pounding of your own heartbeat. This was how Jenna operated. She'd coax you into going to some random party, then flirt with someone else all night until you'd break and take her into a bedroom. Like an idiot, you fell for her charms every time.
"We're just friends, Y/N. Just sex. No strings."
"I know," you grunted bitterly.
But you wanted more.
She reached over and cupped your cheek. The touch of her soft skin against yours sent heat rushing through you. Her fingers curled around your jaw, and she pulled you into a heated kiss. And just like that, your resolve broke. She guided you onto her lap, her teeth sucking and bruising your neck.
The sensible part of your brain was screaming at you to stop. This relationship was unhealthy; toxic. But the feeling of Jenna caressing your skin, and her lips brushing over every inch of your body pushed any and all rational thoughts out of your head. You were addicted. Addicted to the intense rush and excitement you felt whenever you were with her.
You simply couldn't let go.
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Jenna rose from your body and began to put her clothes back on. Your breaths were erratic, and your skin glistened with sweat. She was in a rush. It was clear from the way she rapidly threw everything on herself. And even though you knew the answer– as it was the same every time – you couldn't help but ask the question you both dreaded.
"Can you stay?" you whispered, voice breaking at the end.
Her gaze hardened and a pitiful smile spread across her perfect features. It was an expression of hers that you've grown to reluctantly memorize.
"Y/N, you know I can't"
"Not even just one night?" you all but begged.
"I'm sorry. If I stay, that would...mean something."
"Is that so bad?" you asked cautiously. Her eyes widened a little. You've never pressed this much before.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just don't see you like that."
And with that, she was gone.
You sank back into the pillows and tried not to cry. This was routine. You would ask her to stay, and she would hurriedly decline, leaving you in broken pieces. She always seemed to have one foot out the door, ready to bolt whenever you two finished. No matter what you did, or how good you were to her, you were never enough.
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You sat on a bench with Devyn, doodling on her arm, waiting for your next class to start. Devyn was your best friend. She knows about your thing with Jenna, and she knows you have feelings for her, but she doesn't know how toxic your relationship with her is.
"Devynnnn. I'm so borrrred," you whined, slumping over on her lap.
"Ugh, same." She glanced at your drawings and giggled. "You wanna go to a party tonight?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Yay! We can get ready at my house."
If you were being honest, you were a little nervous. If there was a party, Jenna would surely be there. And once again, she would try to sneakily coax you into bed with her. But, you had Devyn, worst case you could always rely on her.
This party would be different, you mentally told yourself. You weren't in any mood for Jenna's games.
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Hanging out with Devyn had proved to be a great distraction for your internal woes. For once, Jenna was far from your mind, and you could finally breathe.
As you drove to the party, singing loudly with Devyn, you had nearly forgotten why you were so nervous about this party in the first place.
When you walked into the house, Devyn immediately pushed through crowds of people to get you two a drink.
"Jesus, Dev, slow down," you called.
"What, I just wanna get my girl a drink, is that so bad?" she teased.
She grabbed a red plastic cup and walked over to the assortment of alcohol on the counter.
"What would you like, pretty lady?" Flirty nicknames were common with Devyn. It's how she shows affection. She wiggled her eyebrows in amusement and traced each bottle with her finger.
"Hmmm....surprise me."
She nodded and grabbed a bottle, then poured a shot's amount into the cup.
"Cheers," she smiled.
You tilted your head back and gulped down the clear liquid, wincing at the sharp burning taste.
"Okay, let's go sit down," she said, taking your hand and leading you to find an empty couch. You grabbed a beer and joined her.
"So...how are things with Jenna?" she asked teasingly.
"I don't really wanna talk about Jenna right now," you sighed, looking down dejectedly.
She raised her eyebrow and examined you for a moment, but ultimately left it alone. You two chatted for a while and even danced for a bit, but on your way back to the kitchen for another drink, you saw her.
She stared at you, her eyes boring through you. A girl was beside her, practically leaning on her, and touching her in any way possible. A smirk made its way across her lips. She was expecting you to go to her.
Your heart sank. Normally, jealousy would flourish through you like an angry, green-eyed beast, but now, you were just disappointed. Without another thought, you turned around and went back to Devyn.
"Hey Dev, I think I wanna go home," you told her.
"Why what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"Nothing. I'm just kinda...over it." You rubbed the back of your neck anxiously. "You can stay if you want. I'll pick you up when you're ready."
"It's okay, I'll call an Uber." She pressed a kiss to your temple, offering whatever form of comfort she could. She knew why you were upset, but she didn't want to force you to talk about it. Especially not in the middle of a party. "You're okay to drive?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Okay. Get home safe. Love you."
The drive home was difficult, to say the least. Every time you thought about Jenna, tears clouded your eyes, making it difficult to focus on the road. It infuriated you. All you wanted was to curl up in Jenna's arms. You wanted to hear her sweet voice, telling you she loved you, and that everything would be okay.
You wiped your eyes in frustration. You were so good to Jenna. You willingly made yourself an outlet for her. Whatever she needed, you would comply. You offered her your heart, and each time, she would snatch it from you and stomp on it. You didn't deserve to be treated this way, and you knew that. But, you were so in love with her, that the extensive torture she put you through was worth it for just a little bit of her attention.
When you got home, you slammed your bedroom door shut and collapsed into your bed. Your body shaked with gut wrenching sobs, heart aching as you thought about every memory with Jenna. It became strenuous to breathe, and tears soaked your pillowcase. Hours passed by as you cried, failing to notice the flurry of texts from Jenna.
A knocking sound came from your door, barely audible over the sound of your erratic breathing. Dragging yourself to the door, you wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to look presentable. It was likely Devyn checking up on you.
You swung open the door and gasped lightly. It wasn't Devyn. No, it was Jenna.
"What are you doing here?" you asked lowly.
"Well I came to have some fun...but now I'm a little worried." She reached up to cup your cheek, but you slapped it away. For once, you didn't want her hands on you.
"Don't...touch me, Jenna. And don't pretend like you care," you spat bitterly.
"I do care," she defended angrily. You scoffed in disbelief.
"No. You don't. All you care about is having me in your bed. And when I'm not, you try to make me jealous so I come crawling back to you."
"No I-"
"And you know how I feel about you. It makes you feel good. You don't actually give a shit about me, you just want to keep me around to keep yourself feeling wanted. And I'm fucking sick of it. All you care about is yourself, Jenna."
You stormed out of your own apartment and slammed the door, not giving her a chance to reply. You angrily sped off to Devyn's place, anxious to get as far away from Jenna as possible.
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It's been weeks since your dispute with Jenna. You've ignored every text and every call, instead devoting all your time to school and Devyn. You never went to any parties or any place Jenna could be found, and quite literally removed her from your life. Admittedly you were a lot happier.
Jenna, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Only until after you were gone did she realize how much she needed you. She felt empty.
Love was an unfamiliar thing to her. She never felt it, at least, not romantically, and thus, she was afraid of it. The idea of letting her guard down and exposing herself to someone was terrifying.
She never meant to hurt you, but she didn't want to hurt herself either. By allowing herself to truly fall for you, she would be risking the total annihilation of her heart. It was always easier to just push you away. Push love away.
She never acknowledged the feelings she had for you. Blaming it on alcohol, or simply just pure confusion made more sense to her. But now she knows. She has fallen completely and utterly in love with you. No matter how hard she tried to stop it, her heart beat for you.
She recognized that, she needs you. She had to make it up to you, to fix everything, if only to soothe the aching in her chest; she needs to be with you.
She grabbed her phone to check the time. 1:03 AM.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath. She supposes she could do this tomorrow but- no. She has to see you now.
Not willing to contemplate this any further, she ran to her car and drove off to your house. Her breathing became erratic, her eyes wild. She was afraid.
It took multiple minutes of knocking to get you to answer the door. Jenna shuffled her feet and fiddled with her jacket nervously while she waited for you to open it. When you finally did, her breath hitched at the sight of you.
"What the fuck are you doing here at 1 in the fucking morning?" you demanded. Your voice was raspy with exhaustion. "Could you not just wait until tomorrow?"
"No. I- I had to see you," Jenna croaked softly. She wanted so badly to curl up in your arms like you always wanted her to, and internally kicked herself for always refusing your requests.
Without a word, you turned around and left the door open for Jenna to join you. She walked in hesitantly and followed you to your kitchen.
"What do you want, Jenna?" You leaned against the kitchen counter and stared at her expectantly. "You better not be trying to fuck."
For a moment, Jenna couldn't find her voice. She couldn't believe she was with you right now, after you–with good reason–shut her out. She couldn't believe how much she missed you.
"Well?" You were getting impatient.
"I want- I want to apologize. For everything," she breathed out. You scoffed.
"Oh yeah? Now you want to apologize? After how fucking long?" She flinched at the malice in your voice.
"I'm sorry, Y/N." Tears began to well in her eyes. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. If I could take it all back I would." Her words were shaky and quiet.
Your eyes softened at her words. You've never seen her look so small before. She lacked the usual confidence she always had. And you realized that, this was the first time she's ever been truly vulnerable with you.
"I didn't realize it until now, but-" she took a deep breath and laughed dryly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I love you."
You gasped softly and your heart stopped. Jenna's words caught you off guard, your heart beating faster in your chest. Your eyes met Jenna's, searching for any hint of hesitation or regret, but instead, you saw the raw vulnerability and honesty in Jenna's gaze. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you realized that she finally said the words you've been dying to hear for months.
"I've always been so afraid of falling in love. I- I just didn't want to get hurt and now, I've hurt you. I'm sorry. A-and I get it if you hate me or if- you never wanna see me again but- I- I'd hate myself if I never asked for another chance. I know I don't deserve it, I know I don't even deserve to be here right now, but I love you. And if you give me another chance, I swear I'll be better."
"Please," she finished. Tears were now streaming down both of your faces. She looked up at you hesitantly and awaited your response.
Your brain was running a million miles a minute. You've wanted this so badly, for god knows how long, but at the same time, you didn't want to get hurt again. You searched her eyes for any hint of deception, but all you found was pure sincerity.
"Okay," you whispered. As the word escaped your lips, you felt a mix of emotions flood through you - relief, excitement, and a twinge of fear. It was a simple response, but it held so much weight.
As you gazed at her, you saw the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. A small smile spread across your own.
"Really?" she asked softly.
"You have a lot of making up to do, and we're gonna take things slow." you told her, pointing your index finger at her chest while she stepped closer to you. A full, wide grin was now spread across her face.
"I'll do anything you want," she whispered gleefully. You smirked and put your hands on her waist, tugging her closer.
"You better," you grumbled.
You moved your hand up her body and gripped the back of her neck, searching her eyes one last time to be safe. Her brown irises were filled with love and adoration. Something you've never seen before. It filled you with excitement.
You pulled her into a searing kiss, full of love and passion. But before she could deepen the kiss, like you knew she would, you pulled away. A pout formed on her lips.
"I mean it, Jenna. We're taking things slow."
"Okay, okay," she said, holding her hands up in surrender. "Can I at least stay the night?"
"I suppose."
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warnings: blood, violence, past trauma,
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Finding a way to focus had been hard the past couple of weeks. Azriel felt like a ghost who had pledged the sanctuary. He barely got out of his room, and if he did, he twirled around in the shadows. Watching. Hacking. It was an unsettling feeling at times. Feeling those golden eyes burning holes into your back. Listening in on your conversation. Yet every time you would turn towards where the phantom feeling of him lingered, you were met with nothing. A space where you had hoped to find him.
"Invite him to the communal. It sure must not feel nice to be left behind", Padme, the high priestess, casually said just the other night when you brought her all the paperwork you had sorted through. "He is free to come, P. He ain't a prisoner", you stated blankly. Focusing solely on the piles of papers as you arranged them. "You're being neglectful, my dear", those words made you look up as you frowned. "He is not my responsibility. I'm not assigned to him. I don't...", you stuttered on, crossing your arms around your chest defensively. "And yet... Our high lord had called for you specifically", she trialed off. A knowing, ancient smile painted her lips. You knitted your eyebrows as hard as you could, trying to look frustrated, but that only made the high priestess chuckle. You had wanted to find a strong enough counterargument for her statement, but your words failed you. So you bowed your head to her before walking away.
"Is he an ancient spirit?", Zofie, the young fea girl, asked as she looked up at you, making you crack a smile. Some of the kids have been more than observant. But then it was hard to miss a male of Azriel's size. And while grown women didn't spare him a second glance, the kids had grown curious. "That's an Illyrian soldier, Zo", Axel said, rolling his eyes at the younger girl. You questioned your choice the closer you got to the spymaster's room. He might very well not even be there. And even more so, he might have another outburst. And you had brought kids with you...
"Well, how would I know? I'm only little", Zofie stomped her little feet, making grabby hands at you. You shook your head at them. "Why don't you two ask him all of your questions yourself?", you suggested, right as the wooden door at the end of the hall came into view. You halted once more, but your lingering steps were outmatched by Axel, who had sprinted down the hall before you could even open your mouth.
Azriel had been trying to summon a bottle of whiskey for over an hour now. He was tired and frustrated with the lack of communication Rhys was willing to engage in. The only thing the high lord was willing to say was that Elain had gone with Lucien. She was in autumn. That had made the spymaster curse Rhys in all the languages he spoke. He was about to list all the reasons why that trip was not a good idea when Rhys shut him off completely.
Now he was sitting on the floor. Shoulders slumped. He looked ahead of himself. One of his shadows had flustered before moving towards the door, ripping at the handle. "I'm not going anywhere. So drop it", the spymaster had muttered. But the shadow didn't budge, nudging the metal tightly as a knock sounded, making Azriel look to the side. He was ready to ignore it. The last thing he needed was to deal with more nonsense, but then the thought struck him. What if it was you? What if this was his chance to get you to tell him how to get out of this place? If he caught you here, he would still have time to interrogate you spymaster style, and then...
Azriel grabbed the handle, spreading his wings behind him as he frowned. Yanking the door open. No one met his eyes. There was nothing there. Azriel was almost sure of it. Until a loud gasp filled his ears and something light hit the floor. "Axel", the sound made Azriel peer into the hallway. That's when he noticed you rushing towards him. That's when he noticed a tiny frame curled on the floor. Tiny leathery wings draped around the shaking body.
Azriel's wings sagged. He reached his hand out, but you were quick to stand in between them, your eyes wide as you stared at the spymaster. "Are you insane?", you said through gritted teeth, turning to look back at the trembling body. "Hey, Ax. It's all okay. No one will hurt you", Azriel watched as you carefully moved to brush your fingers through the boy's hair. A tiny, trembling hand reached out towards you. You took it without hesitation. The girl whom you had carried up to this point stood slightly to the side, her tiny palms pressed into her eyes. She was hiding. Scared because of... Azriel quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean...", you turned his way, his soft gaze replaced by a burning anger. "Who even opens a door like that?". Azriel was about to bite back when the boy looked up at him, muttering, "Wow..."
"Axel...", you questioned him, worry lacing your features as you watched him. "You're big... and your wings", the boy said, his eyes now fully on Azriel. You bit the inside of your cheek. Pulling Zofie closer to your embrace. The dark twirl swam towards the boy, and you were about to seize it with your magic until it ruffled Axel's hair softly, nuzzling against the boy's cheek, making him chuckle.
You swallowed thickly before turning back to Azriel and saying, "We came to invite you to the communal but...", to the sound of which both of the kids perked up. "We learned a new song", Axel said, "Zofie dances with the ribbons. Right, Zo?", He pulled at the girl's skirt, but she didn't lift her head from your shoulder. Something ached deep within Azriel. He craved fear. At this point, he was convinced that no one would ever learn to look at him any differently but watch kids shake at the sight of him... He had watched them for some time now. A part of why he had stuck to the shadows was because he didn't want to scare the younglings. He doubted seeing a big, bulky male—there were no other males here, as Azriel had noted—would make them feel safe.
"I'll come", Azriel said, thinking about reaching for the girl but choosing against it. She looked so small, clinging to you. He had made a child frightened. He had never... Azriel felt a small palm wrapping around his two fingers. "I'll show you the pool we have; well, it's not a pool, but... you'll see", Axel chirped, already dragging Azriel down the hall. You were about to protest. As it was, you had a long list of reasons why Azriel shouldn't come at all. He met your gaze. You watched him. Was he silently asking for your permission? You gave him a tight glare before nodding.
The kids were in their element, as always. Singing loudly as they danced together. Axel was up in the front lines, his eyes not leaving Azriel. Zofie had slipped off your lap midway through the third song and was happily twirling with her pink ribbon in hand. Azriel sat beside you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable. You doubted he watched the children much. You even doubted that he understood just how important it was for Axel that he was here. Azriel's eyes were scanning the place. Memorizing faces. You let out a sigh, and that seemed to have done the job because the spymaster lowered his gaze toward you.
"You know, you're an asshole", you said while plastering a smile on your face. Azriel huffed, "Says you", crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm sorry, but out of the two of us...", you trailed off, shaking your head.
"You brought kids as backup", Azriel snarled once more. Now these words made you look right at him as you growled, "You wanted to break my neck". Azriel gave you a puzzled look. "Oh, don't look at me like ancient Mother Sun; you think I'm that stupid? You would have leaped at me once more", your words had come up more like an accusation than you would have liked. "For the record, I wasn't going to break your neck", Azriel muttered. Even more frustrated by your last statement now. "Oh, my apologies. Locking me up? Hanging me up from a ceiling? A bit more your style?", you rolled your eyes at him. Azriel gritted his teeth. You were getting on his nerves slowly, but then the fact that you thought he might break your neck... Oddly enough, he hated that. Azriel wanted to be far away from being a predator. He didn't want to inflict harm or fear. Slowly, he started to wonder about how much he still didn't know. Not just about this place, but himself. Another stab ripped past his chest, and Azriel let out a tight sigh. Clapping erupted around the room. Azriel joined in mindlessly, turning his head slightly your way and saying, "I'm so...", but he was met with an empty chair. Azriel's eyes darted around the room. He searched for the two kids as well but was met with a crowd of faces that didn't have any meaning to him. Azriel let out a frustrated growl, tightening his fists.
The candlelight was barely visible. Your eyes were burning from tiredness. You knew that you weren't going to get anything more done, but you refused to leave your study. It was the only place where you didn't feel him. And heaps of paperwork had managed to shove him out of your brain. It was bad enough that Axel talked about him until he eventually fell asleep. Padme, however, had given you a dissatisfied look. And you knew she was right, but you too had your reasons. You weren't a babysitter. There were no direct implications that it had to be you who monitored Azriel's behavior here. You knew that Rhys had eyes of his own here. He didn't need weekly reports. You blew out the last remaining candle. Not having enough energy to care about the scattered papers all over the table.
Rubbing your eyes, you moved towards the door. Opening them up with a spell. And you wished you hadn't the moment you did. A mortified scream left your lips. A hand clasped over your mouth. Flickers of your magic sparked, cracking the solid wall of darkness. "It's just me", you shoved your palms against Azriel's chest. "You're a sick bastard", you said, pointing an angry finger at the spymaster. To your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, making you huff. "How dare you laugh?", you moved to fix your dress. Trying to hide the tremble in your palms. "You're running away from me", Azriel stated calmly. You gave him a daring look and said, "I am not inclined to see you".
Azriel watched you. Even in the dim hallway, there was no way he could deny that there was something about you. The way you carried yourself You had proven your point that night in Azriel's room when you drew his consciousness away from him. He knew you had magic lurking deep within. But even that didn't seem like something that would call to him. "But you can answer some of my questions", he stated blankly. You shook your head in disbelief. "You did all of this so you could ask me a question? Under what rock have you been raised?", you stepped closer to him. Here. Here it was. That daring glare made something deep flick within Azriel.
"You'll have to forgive me. I was the one to wake up in a place I knew nothing of", he snarled back. Taking the last step towards you. Fully towering over your frame. Your head was now drawn up, so you could keep eye contact with him. "But I wasn't the one who went for a mated...", You cut yourself off. A bitter taste coating your mouth. The fire in your eyes died down. "Say it", Azriel muttered through gritted teeth. You watched him. You had no right to judge, and you didn't. "Everyone knows about it, don't they? You tried to make a fool out of me by dragging me to that circus today?", Now his words were drenched with venom. You had nudged a sleeping tiger. "That was not a circus. Communal is for children", your voice was small. Azriel let out a bitter laugh. "Is that what Rhys wanted? To humiliate me", there was pain so deep within him that even your bones ached.
"And you... you're here to orchestrate it", he snarled, stepping away from you. You suddenly felt so little. You had no intention of making Azriel feel like a fool. He shook his head one more time before he turned to step away. "Azriel...", you called out, stepping forward to grab his hand. Forgetting all boundaries. Losing control over your mental shields. The moment your hand touched his, all you managed was to take one more inhale before a ray of vision flashed right in front of you.
Azriel felt as if he was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. As flashes and flashes of what seemed to be memories glimmered through his mind, he saw the sanctuary. An elderly lady. Coldness and pain. Something that reminded him of the basement he had been locked in. Then there was Rhys. Illyrian camps. Angry males. A fire. Shouting females. Scattered wings. Blood. Shrieking children. He tried to move. He was unsure if it was real or just in his mind. But when he lifted his hands, bloody palms met him.
You yanked your hand back. Breathing heavily. Azriel was panting too. He blinked a couple of times. Eyes darting to your trembling frame. Your cheeks glisten with tears. Void grew deep within the spymaster's chest. Azriel moved to step closer, but you put out an arm in front of yourself. "I won't hurt you", his voice was the softest you had ever heard from him before. Yet you still shook your head, muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry".
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writingoddess1125 · 6 months
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So annoying
Crocodile and adopted child Reader
Platonic Adopted Child
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Stepping from the bar Crocodile glanced around him, he was here for business and hated having to meet in places like this. Disgusting.
His goons who were all chattering around him being kiss-asses in trying to keep their bosses attention. As he walked down the street he heard a scuffle from the alley next to the bar, glancing as he passed by.
Pausing for barely a second he saw a shadow of a small child give a hard punch to the cheek of one of the goons who had stepped out earlier then him, making the man stumble slightly before the child darted into a sewage drain to hide.
The goon quickly rushing back to the posey- ignoring the taunts from others at being punched by a homeless child. Him ranting at coming back and teaching them 'manners' for the hit.
Why waste his time on some children?- he had seen and done worse afterall.. and if one of his goons got bested by a dirty hungry child it made him question them more then anything...
As they continued to walk down the street he heard some soft bare feet hitting the cobblestone again- assuming it was another child prepared to throw a rock or-
"Hey Mister!" A loud voice shrilled- despite its lightness he could hear a rumble of toughness there, he glanced back and saw the child from the alleyway the one who had punched one of his goons and hid in the sewer drain. She looked around 5 if Crocodile had to guess now getting a full look at them-
"You're guy that's next to you is a fucking asshole Mister!" The little girl yelled as she pointed to the man to his left- hearing one of his accomplices choking back a laugh at hearing this from such a small child. How she knew he was the one in charge also caught his eye, she must have been watching him too...
"Hey listen here you little shit!-" The goon that she had attacked earlier step forward angrily, Crocodile holding his hooked hand up to stop him.
"Hm?" He raised a brow curious of the girls words, nodding for her to continue.
"He likes to come here and push around us kids on the street, That and he tried to piss on us! You're a grown man yet you're acting like some perverted asshole!" She yelled as she pointed to his goon angrily, who was now red in the face as the rest stared at the child in shock and almost horror.
"Brave.. Very Brave child you are" Crocodile hummed as he stared down at the little girl, a look of amusement going across his features as he stepped towards her- Staring at the mats in her hair, how dirty her clothes were and overall clear abuse from elements. She steeled herself as he approached, her little fist balled tightly and eyes glaring up at him like she was prepared for a fight.
"What is your name child?" He questioned,
"I don't got one" She said confidently and harshly, like a little gangster. He chuckled at this and squatted down so he was closer to her eyelevel.
He tapped his chin for a moment and removing the cigar from his lips and blowing a cloud of smoke to the side as he stared down at her.
"How annoying.. Hm.. (Y/N) then- that is your name from now on" He said calmly and with a nod, His large hand reaching out and grabbing her by the scruff of her shirt and placing her under his arm like one would do with a Puppy before standing back up.
"H-Hey what are you doing Mister!?" She yelled in surprise as he just picked her up with ease and without care, The goons around him stating in shock.
"I'm keeping you- Don't most orphans want to he adopted? Quite an odd child" He mussed as he carried her, glancing down to see her face twisted up and eyes narrowed.
"Most people don't just grab children and adopt them so Quite an odd man-" She shot back, breaking a laugh from the man.
"Boss you're keeping that street rat?" One of the goons strilled, the one that (Y/N) had called a asshole.
"Ah yes that reminds me-" He grumbled as a wave of sand smashed into the goon, like a miniature sand storm that swept him down the street knocked out and like he had his skin sandblasted off.
(Y/N) looked at this in awe, unafraid of the clearly dangerous man who had just adopted her.
"Wow Mister- That was pretty cool!"
Crocodile couldn't help but smirk, Defiently a annoying child.
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skullghoulz · 5 months
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a lil miguel req if u don’t mind lolol
miguel gets cursed into a cat, and the only cure that can change him back into a human is true loves kiss. Miguel is walking on the streets as a cat, starving, until the reader finds him and immediately takes him in, spoiling him and cleaning him and stuff. One day, when the reader is petting his fur, they kiss him on his lil snoot. This turns him back and he captures the reader in a kiss. Of course they’re surprised, but Miguel describes his situation and they calm down. Pure Fluff ensues
fairytale-spider, boy do u have my feet kicking in the air. I LOOOOOVE CATS! I LOVE CATS SO MUCH. thank you for this request. its so good i hope i can make it as magical as your prompt! i need miguel as a cat STAT🩵 also just a warning this is obnoxiously long i think- pt. 2
miguel o'hara, cursed into a cat.
You were walking the streets of Nueva York, equipped with your back-pack, and of course, cat food. It was no secret that you were a cat-whisperer, you lured cats to you with or without cat-nip. They just instantly sensed that you were a good person. You seemed to be easy to approach, at least that's what you thought.
You were walking, hoping to run into a little cat, to see it nuzzle your hand brought pure joy to you. You walked past an alley, your eyes quickly scanning it for any hungry felines.
That's when you spotted a lonesome brown-furred cat. You were excited but told yourself to relax. You didn't want to scare it away. You slowly un-slinged your bag, pulling out a bag of treats slowly. The last thing you wanted to do was scare the curious critter away.
The cat seemed hesitant. Little did you know, was that this was a special kind of cat, a cat that not too long ago was a grown-ass man, named Miguel O'hara. A lonely man, who had been alone for a long-time. He had been out late, and stumbled across a cat-loving witch, who turned whoever she came across into a cat.
The witch wanted to keep him, but he was too clever, having escaped out of her boney fingers rather quickly. Only problem with that was.. he was now homeless, and handless... Well, almost. He had paws, now, that of course came with ears and a tail. But of course.
You rattled the bag of treats gently, and he slowly came closer to you, a soft meow. He was talking to himself internally, embarrassed at himself.
"..Seriously? Why am I meowing at them? I.. I'm going to die of embarrassment."
You had a sweet expression and you couldn't help but talk to him. Cooing him closer. The sound of your voice must of did the trick because he came closer to you, softly meowing.
You first let him sniff your hand, and he nuzzled it, rubbing your hand gently. You noticed his brown coat-color, as brown cats were rarer to see. He had brown irises, you could swear when they slitted they seemed redder. And his canines.. seemed alarmingly sharper than the average cat, making him look like a vampy cat. You were smiling, softly talking to the cat.
"..Hi, fuzzy. Do you have a name?" You nudged his head gently to see if he had a collar. Nope.
"Oh, gato, you don't have a home?" You had a baby voice and Miguel was dying inside. But deep down, he was really enjoying the way you talked to him and how your hands felt behind his ears. He could get used to this. He had a feeling he would be pampered if he came home with you.
It's not like he had a choice, as you gave him the treat, and delicately scooped him up in your arms, bringing him close to your front. You held him protectively, feeding him treats as you walked back to your apartment.
He was rambling endlessly internally, but felt himself calming at your soft coos and caresses. He knew that if he could have gone home with anyone, you were the best choice.
Your hands slowly stroked his ears, and you could hear a faint purr, your favorite sound. Thankfully, your apartment allowed pets. You walked in fast, rushing to the elevator so you could bring Miguel in.
"..I feel like I should call you something.." you mumbled under your breath, looking down at the sweet cat in your arms. You felt a fang poke your arm and you made a sound, uncomfortable with the prickle.
You thought he had bit you, but his fangs were just unnaturally long, and it clicked. "I'm going to call you Fangs, how does that sound, little fella?"
He felt tempted to hiss at your comment but he felt bad. The nick-name embarrassed him, but it was true. Besides, if it was you calling him that, he could stand it. Not anyone else though.
"Then it's settled, Fangs." You smiled as the elevator came to a halt, assumingly stopping at your floor. It opened and you walked to your apartment door, sitting down Miguel gently. You were terrified he would run away, but he stayed, sitting. He liked you.
"Oh, Fangs, you're staying! That makes me so happy!" You were talking to yourself, and Miguel meowed his internal monologue was beating himself up, cringing at how vulnerable he was as a cat.
You fumbled with your keys and finally unlocked the door, hoping Miguel would come in with you. He did. He trotted in, and sat down, looking up at you with those big curious eyes of his.
He probably needed a bath.
"..Fangs, I'm going to need to wash you.." You said as you brought a bowl of food and water to him. You hoped he was apart of the 10% of the cat population who didn't mind water. Not so surprisingly.. he wasn't. To your misfortune.
It was a losing battle, he kept hissing at you, avidly avoiding the water like it was Peter B. You were upset, wanting to comfort him and lull him into the water.
"Oh, pleeeaaaassseee. I need to get you clean buddy." You grumbled, and he finally relaxed, begrudgingly letting you wash him off with warm water. He ended up liking it, relaxing and softly purring as you washed a good-smelling, cat-friendly soap. You were stocked with only the cruelty-free good-stuff.
You rinsed him off and gently held him over the tub, bringing him to the soft mat on the floor, patting him dry gently.
"See? That wasn't so bad Fangs."
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Later that night, you had gone to bed, expecting Miguel to sleep on your cat bed you had bought for past-strays. He hopped up on your bed, sitting at the end of it. You rubbed at your eyes, sleepily talking back to him.
"You wanna.. you wanna sleep with me, Fangs?" You grumbled, not expecting him to come close to you.
Miguel was talking to himself, frustrated he was so attached to you. He wasn't sure what'd he'd do if you ever kissed his nose. If he returned to his human form. It felt weird to him, since he was a cat at the moment.. but he felt like his consciousness was forming an attachment to you. He still had his human-mindset, he just also had cat-like needs and tendencies.
He meowed and curled up next to you. He smelled like the sweet-soap, making you relax and lull back to sleep.
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Miguel and you ended up becoming inseparable. He quickly became your favorite cat that'd you'd ever taken care of! Today, you were lounging on your couch, in a pair of comfortable sweatpants and sweatshirt. It was grey, and had a graphic on the sweatshirt that had a comical cat printed on it. You loved that sweatshirt.
You were watching TV and Miguel was purring next to you, your knuckles gently massaging his fur. You felt your heart-rate relaxing, you loved Fangs Miguel so much.
You gently scooped him up in your hands and you cradled him in your arms, gently pressing a kiss to his snout, wanting him to feel all of your love. You weren't expecting to feel lips pressed back against yours, and your eyes widened, you pulled away, feeling your face heat up immediately.
"Fangs?!" You had a sheepish expression, you were also just.. very confused. His deep voice stopped you, and you finally took in who you just kissed, your brown cat had turned into a giant-ass man, standing.. maybe past 6'5. You were speechless. He dwarfed you in every way possible. He was wearing a black shirt that was far too tight and sweatpants, and.. slippers. He fit right in with your attire.
"Let me.. let me explain!" He was blushing too, his hands up in the air trying to calm you down by slowly lowering them. That's when you noticed how greatly he resembled his cat form. His fur color had matched his pretty brown locks, and his brown eyes that not so subtly glimmered red in the sunlight. And his fangs. He had them too.
"Are you.. my cat, Fangs?
"I- I don't know how I feel about that nickname, [Name].." He was flustered himself, and took a breath to slow his heart-rate down so he could explain to you what was happening here. Your ears perked at the sound of him uttering your name.
"[Name], so, I was- I was cursed. I know that sounds.. crazy, but I was. I crossed paths with a.. a witch and.. she turned me into a cat." He had a sheepish expression, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at you.
"Ay, dios mío.. I forgot to introduce myself. ...I know you know me as- Fangs," He let out a laugh, and it made your stomach butterfly. "..But my name is Miguel, Miguel O'hara."
"I know this is weird." He said softly, taking all of you in. You didn't miss how his eyes trailed your body.
"But- I wanted to thank you. For.. taking me in. Thank you, [Name]."
"Can I hug you?" You blurted out and it was too late.
"Yes." He was madly in-love with you, at least that's what his brain was telling him. He had seen most of you already, and now it was your turn to see all of him.
You wrapped your arms around his giant figure and you heard him sigh, he hasn't been able to touch another human for awhile, so this moment would be engrained in his mind. He muttered something unintelligible in Spanish, feeling your hair.
"Can I still call you Fangs?" You asked hopefully and he could hear it in your voice.
"...Yes."
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fadedmunson · 1 year
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family man | joel m.
pairings ; joel miller x fem!reader
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warnings ; ohhhh this left me in guttural pain. angst then comfort because i've had a long week
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this could've been avoided if you never met the old grumpy fucking man
why were you always given the shit-end if the stick??
i mean, how were you supposed to know raiders would be in the middle of butt-fuck wyoming?
well, here you were, running back to ellie and joel after hearing gunshots and raiders shout
you were going to make a quick run to find some more bullets, but accidentally left your gun, and just as you realized, raiders got the idea to follow you
"has she lost her mind?" joel hissed, "leaving all her shit behind too, god this is laughable." joel scoffs under his breath
"joel" ellie whispers, "i know she's not here, but we need to do something." joel can feel her getting more anxious by the second
"i know, i know." joel isn't the best at comforting but he's good at violence, so there's that.
one thing he just never understood was how dumb and vulnerable you could be at times. you made stupid mistakes, stupid mistakes that could lead to your stupid death.
god, that word. death. it haunted him, it'll haunt him till his last breath. he'll meet it eventually, but only with you and ellie at his side. he can't loose anyone else
"joel!" ellie eyes shook from fear and so did her voice. joel left his momentary trance and quickly built a plan for her to get out safely
just as he was about to grab her, he hears the stuggle of the raiders, almost like choking.
he stands up to see that the threat was taken out by you and a switchblade
ellie was quick to react by running and grabbing your arms while trying to regain her composure
she looked death in the eyes multiple times, but this one was different.
"that was so badass! you swung in and- hey is that my knife?" she pointed out
"sorry, forgot. i was just keeping it safe." you flip the switchblade and hand it to her.
just as you hand it to her your sweater collar was gripped by joel
"now you've just about done it," he began
"let go of me joel, im grown. i handled the problem, i don't get the issue." you pry his hand off of you and get in his face
you were never afraid of joel, just curious. curious about how he kept everything so close to his chest. it probably got tiring
"do you have any idea how scared i was? you have any fucking idea?" joel eyes narrowed as he stabbed his finger into your chest while his teeth clenched
this doesn't scare you no, it's something much worse
this pains you, it pains you to see how distraught joel is feeling and the fact that you were the reason for it
"you make my life so much harder," he scoffs at you "you frustrate people, it's all your good at." he begins to raise his voice
your eyes are becoming glassy and you can feel it hitting you like a train
"stop it." you warn
"i didn't know this would happen and i'm sorry but this situation never came to my mind." your body language is frantic and so is your voice
at this point, tears are freely streaming down your eyes while ellie just stares, unable to do or say anything to set either of you off
joels face softens the littlest bit from your tears. he's not great at navigating feelings and people crying
"the last thing i need is to loose you," he looks at ellie "either of you."
you just crash into his body and he immediately responds by wrapping his arms around you and digging his face into your neck
"oh, sweet girl" he gently reassures you that you did nothing wrong and he "was worked up."
at some point ellie sat next to the both of you and just stayed in comfortable silence
joel kissed your neck, then your cheek, and then your forehead
you stumbled off of him and sat next to ellie, resting her head on your shoulders while you held joels hand
"i like being with you joel," you turn to him "i'm sure sleepyhead over here enjoys it too." you chuckle at ellie already asleep in your embrace
you can see the briefest smile on his face as he lays his head on yours
you've got joel miller absolutely smitten
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yourheart-inmyhands · 6 months
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I Hope that you don't mind me requesting.
How do you think Archons would react if their lover was a crybaby? Like cries a lot over every little thing and overall is a realy sensitive person (totaly not me.)
I'm sorry if you don't feel comfortable writing for this, and you have the right to ignore this.
ah this was such an interesting idea tysm! and no, my writing does not depict my actual feelings. but thank you for your request, i hope you enjoy!
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Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, verbal abuse, mentions of manipulation tactics, archons being bad partners, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!
Yandere!Venti would think it’s cute and a little silly. He will never make fun of you for it, comforting you whenever you do cry, but he will certainly use it against you. You can’t go out by yourself, what happens if something startles you and you start crying? Who will be there to comfort you?
“Now now my little Brise, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You know how things turn out when you try to go out by yourself, just wait a few minutes and I’ll go with you.” Venti’s smile is a hard one to fight, the way his skin pulls perfectly away from his flawless teeth to create the most charming and heartwarming look. It would make you cry how perfect he is if he wasn’t designed to be that way. Everything about Venti was enough to bring up that urge to cry, how he never seemed to leave you alone, how he always seemed to talk too loudly indoors, how he seemed to draw everyone’s eye in public. It was frustrating trying to hold it all in around him, but any time he saw you in tears you’d be swept tightly into his embrace, one you had grown to hate.
Yandere!Zhongli would pity you, wanting you to toughen up emotionally for your own sake. While he’ll certainly outlive you, he can’t be by your side forever and always. To help keep you calm while he’s gone, as he still has duties outside of his previously abandoned Archon role, he has gifted you a small dragon like creature. A housepet of sorts to keep you company.
“Fret not my Bǎoshí, you know I must go as needed. Yánshí will keep you company whilst I attend to some issues within the city.” Zhongli coos gently, soft yet calloused hands gently wiping away your tears as they fall. He feels his heart break a bit every time you cry, wishing that he could do something more to ease the ache. He got you a domesticated geovishap hatchling to keep you company, something fierce and protective in case you should have any issues whilst alone. 
Yandere!Raiden would simply scoff at your behavior, calling you childish and weak. She believes that you should be stronger, leaving you to calm yourself any time you have a crying fit. She simply doesn’t believe that someone so weak should even have made it this far in the first place, leaving you to your qualms.
“Do not disgrace my image with your incessant whining, it is lowly and pathetic. No partner of mine should ever act in such a distasteful manner, especially in public eye.” Raiden’s tone was not only harsh, but somehow she made it feel heavy. Every word, every letter seemed to add to the growing weight in your chest, leaving you choking on tears as you sit crumpled on the floor. It truly was a pathetic display, and if it had not been for Raiden picking you up and dragging you back to Tenshukaku, you’d still be crying in the middle of a bustling Inazuma street. Someone had bumped into you and made you spill your food, it really wasn’t anything to cry about. 
Yandere!Furina, while she isn’t a crybaby, she is incredibly open about her emotions. Of all currently recognized Archons, she’s the most physically and verbally expressive, even if most of it is childish tantrums. It’s because of this though that she almost relates to your feelings 
“Alright, hush now my Pluvieux, it’s alright, it’s going to be ok.” Furina holds you close to her as you cry, her presence alone being enough to keep any curious onlookers from stepping too close to the two of you. Gently, she guides you away from the watchful crowd, wanting to get you somewhere private to calm both of you down. Seeing you cry made her wrath beat strongly beneath her skin, the underlying urge to ruin everything that had made you so sad running rampant beneath her worries. You were her first concern though and she wanted to protect you above all else.
Brise - Breeze
Bǎoshí - Gem/Gemstone
Yánshí - Rock
Pluvieux - Rainy
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xo-cod · 4 months
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A fantasy that has been on my mind for some time is being in the poly with the tf141 and having 4 kids that clearly belong to each one of them but all of them treat the others like their own.
I'm just gonna put that idea in your head and run away do what you want with it👀👀👀
ps: I love aaaall your fics but especially how you write the poly ones 😘👌
thank you, my love <33 i hope you enjoy this, i think i misinterpreted this but i loved it so bad :")
4 men + 4 children + you = a recipe for disaster (lovingly)
they all treat the children as their own, there isn't any favouritism shown in front of the children (obvs the dads to each corresponding child would bond a little more closer to them but you get the gist)
it's simply a tradition for each child to receive a kiss before the men go off to work. soap and ghost have rushed out in a hurry but quickly do a u turn and come back to press a tender kiss to the children and then you and then they leave in a hurry
it's a loud chaotic house (assuming you all live together) but you're never alone in taking care of the kids
simon does cooking, price does the cleaning, gaz and johnny washes up and you entertain the children and get them all ready for bed (yes they do the cooking and the cleaning ‼️)
bedtime stories. all the babies cuddled up on their own dad's chest while you read a story for them, resulting in most days waking up to see them sleeping all in one bed since no one had the heart to move the sleeping babies from their chest
deployment can get very hard even if their hours are cut and it draws heavy on their hearts too, being away from you and their baby. each man makes it up to you always <3
but each of the children taking after their dad :") i made the kids into girls, they're such girl dads 😩
price's daughter: a gem. naturally a little more quiet but she's compassionate and a great listener. her heart is gold, always making sure that those around her are good and well. she's is a natural charmer, an observer and a listener. somehow always knowing the solution to the problem wherever all the kids get into trouble.
simon's daughter: she's got the sass from her father. doesn't take shit from no one but a total affectionate baby underneath. loves deeply, always wants the best for everyone. fiercely protective even from a tiny age, somehow always managing to get into trouble in wanting to use the "grown up" weapons instead of the baby ones simon had to buy to make sure there were no injuries since she was so curious. get into a lil bit (or a lot bit) of trouble because they want to train like the soldiers
gaz's daughter: a curious little thing, she is. her eyes always hold interest in whatever is placed in front of her. interested in how everything works, a hard worker. albeit she get into trouble sometimes because she likes testing her limits and somehow always falling off from things which results in her dad getting mini panic attacks everytime she isn't in sight.
johnny's daughter: a breath of fresh air. so much laughter packed in her tiny lungs, hyperactive always, trying to make the best of every situation. always able to make you smile, no matter what state you're in. little ball of sunshine, giggles sure to put you out of a bad mood. and the total prankster of the group. so very sneaky but so innocent looking so nobody suspects a thing
and then imagine if the kids all had total different personalities. price's kid is like gaz, simon's kid is like price, gaz's kid is like johnny and soap's kid is like simon lmfao. it would be so fun to see how they react <3
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hello! i recently saw the nwjs kiss reaction thing (ans it was so good huhuhu), is it okay to request the same for lsrfm? thank you!
LE SSERAFIM X READER ;; how they’d react if you were a great kisser
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A/N i'm craving a half cheese half pork corndog 😪 genre ;; fluff
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sakura miyawaki
sakura knew that pursuing her dreams of becoming an idol would be extremely tough. the toughest part though? losing contact with you.
throughout her years with hkt48 and akb48 sakura was able to keep in frequent contact with you, her childhood best friend.
however, things took a turn when she had debuted in iz*one, as the group slowly started skyrocket in fame.
sadly, this meant that sakura’s schedule was getting more and more packed with each passing moment. no matter how hard she tried to keep in touch with you, the feeling of exhaustion would win after 18 hours of promotions and shooting.
when iz*one disbanded, you were the first to call her, asking her how she was. from there, things had started to pick up again, you even encouraged her to try out for hybe’s latest girl group, now le sserafim.
a couple months after the hugely successful debut of le sserafim, they announced they would be holding a fansign in seoul.
so there you were, nervously waiting in line as the next person was called up for the fansign. you were disguised, wearing a dark outfit with a black mask and black hat. you wanted to surprise to sakura, having flown from japan and learning some korean.
eventually, it was your turn and you nervously walked up to the first person. eunchae, you knew her as the maknae of the group, she was a little shy at first, but was comfortable to be around.
next was yunjin, the american of the group. you were able to converse to her about your experiences in america, finding that you both got along pretty well.
third was chaewon, le sserafim’s leader. having overheard your conversation with yunjin, she follows up by asking if you’ve been anywhere else. that’s how the topic of languages and travelling was brought up between the two of you. similarly to yunjin, you both got along pretty well.
penultimately was kazuha, 1/2 of the j-line in le sserafim. you surprised her by greeting her in japanese, to which she replied happily to as well in japanese. you both talked about the differences here in korea than in japan, once again getting along with the le sserafim member.
finally, you had reached sakura. you took your seat in front of her, greeting her stiffly. sakura was a little thrown off, but greeted back nonetheless. before saying anything else, you remove your hat and mask.
since you kept your hat and mask on for the other members, they were curious as to what you looked like. they couldn’t help but sneak a peek towards you, and god, you were stunning.
you had grown more mature since the last time sakura’s seen you. after almost a decade, you had gotten taller, almost reaching 5’10. your cheeks not as puffed up and chubby as they were when you were still kids. your entire body definition was definitely more prominent and leaner now too.
sakura was the most surprised though, “y/n? is that really you?” she asks, a bit shocked.
“in the flesh.” you respond, grinning.
you and sakura enjoy your time catching up with each other, sadly the 5 minute timer interrupting your lovely conversation.
before you stand up to leave however, sakura asks for you to head to the back area and wait, already receiving the go ahead from staff and management after pleading for a little while.
you go towards where sakura told you to wait. almost an hour later, you were enveloped in a bone crushing hug.
“you should’ve told me you were coming!” sakura exclaims.
you shrug, “an element of surprise never hurt anybody.”
the other members ask how you two know each other. you and sakura explaining everything to them. after getting acquainted with the other members some more, sakura does something you never expect.
she cups your cheeks with her two hands and kisses you. although surprised, you respond back. the two of your lips moving in perfect synchrony, and her lips even better than you imagined.
you pull away first, feeling a little out of breath, as did sakura.
wow, was all the two of you could think after that spontaneous kiss.
kim chaewon
chaewon has never thought of herself as a great cook, but it’s the thought that counts right?
you had just come home from the dance studio, telling the girls that you’d be staying to practice more so you’d be home a bit later than them.
as you unlocked the door into your shared dorm with chaewon and eunchae, you set down your bag and lazily took off your shoes, tired from the extra practice.
you lock the door behind you before picking up your bag and walking through the hallway. at some point during your walk however, your nose picks up on the very faint scent of something burnt.
worriedly, you hurried into the kitchen, only to find chaewon trying to cook what seemed like kimchi-jeon.
you wrap your arms from behind her, causing chaewon to startle a little. she soon embraces your touch after, realizing it was only you.
“what happened?” you chuckle.
“…i don’t know” she answers truthfully, a faint blush evident on the tips of her ears from embarrassment.
“i’m assuming eunchae’s asleep?” you ask, your eyes forming into a crescent shape.
chaewon turns off the burner and sets the pan onto a different grate before finally facing you. “yes, she wanted to stay up though and greet you”
your eyes flickered back and forth from your girlfriend, and to the burnt kimchi-jeon on the stove. “i’m sorry i-“ before chaewon could finish her sentence you cut her off with a kiss.
the kiss wasn’t like your heavy make-out kisses that usually led one thing to another, this kiss was slow and filled with love.
chaewon lets out a small gasp, touching her lips as the two of you separated. “don’t be sorry jagi, i love that you did this for me” you grinned.
chaewon answers back with a smile that reaches her eyes, “let’s order takeout?”
you both laughed at the situation as you kissed chaewon once again.
huh yunjin
despite being one of her school’s “it girls” yunjin has never actually kissed someone, a little help never hurt anybody right?
yunjin screamed into your pillowcase before shooting back up towards you, “am i doomed, y/n?”
you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh towards your best friends over-exaggeration. “yunjin, don’t worry about it, not having your first kiss yet is pretty common these days.”
your best friend rolled her eyes at you, “you don’t get it y/n! what if i finally get the chance to kiss someone and i completely suck at it!”
“i’m sure you won’t” you reply, “anybody would be blessed to have been kissed by you…” you mutter the last part.
“what was that?” yunjin asks, not properly hearing you the first time.
“its nothing, don’t worry” you respond quietly.
yunjin raises a brow at you before furrowing them once again. after a few minutes in silence, she finally raises her voice to ask a question.
“y/n, can you help me practice?” yunjin asks.
“help practice with what?” you ask, a bit confused.
“kissing, duh” yunjin answers, as if it was the easiest question in the world.
your brain crashed, yunjin wanted you to help her practice kissing?
“w-wouldn’t i be taking your first kiss?” you respond, still a little surprised.
“i’m okay with that” she grins widely.
your brain crashes for the second time before quickly rebooting itself when you notice yunjin patiently waiting for your answer.
“…alright, come here” you motioned for her to come closer.
yunjin shuffled across your bed, now directly in front of you without much space between you two left.
“just follow my lead, okay?” you told yunjin, to which she nods.
you lift yunjin’s chin as you press your lips onto hers. you attempt to deepen the kiss, which she allows. the two of your lips moved in synchrony.
you broke off the kiss after you felt yunjin start to run out of breath. butterflies swarmed you stomach, and unknowingly to you, yunjins as well.
“how was that?” you ask, a little unsure.
“let’s try that again.” yunjin answers, a little too quickly.
kazuha
kazuha loved ballet with all her heart, but ballet could never compare to you.
having started ballet at 3 years old and continuing on until the present, it was no surprise that the university personally hand-picked kazuha to represent their school in a nation-wide ballet competition.
anyone with a pair of eyes, and at least one braincell can tell that kazuha is incomparable and in a league of her own when it came to her favourite activity.
kazuha was grateful for this opportunity of course, being carefully chosen out of the many people who could have competed brought her a sense of pride, even if she wasn’t entirely vocal about it.
although it’s no surprise that tough times were to be expected. kazuha laid flat against the dance room’s wall, chugging down a water bottle.
kazuha’s chest rose up and down unsteadily. lungs absolutely worked out from her over-the-top, but still awe-striking performance.
you took a seat beside kazuha, “you’re amazing, zuha”
kazuha shifted her gaze from the mirror to you, who came from her blindspot.
“y/n? i thought you went home already?” kazuha asks.
“i’ve barely seen you today” you pouted, “besides, what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t support you every step of the way” a smile gracing both parties.
“you’re such a sap” kazuha starts grinning as well
“my words are only meant for you to hear, kang juha” you beam teasingly.
you leaned in for a kiss to which kazuha reciprocates immediately.
kazuha's lips were oh so soft and felt like they were made to kiss you and you only. the tingling sparks of electricity that stemmed all the way back from you and kazuha’s first kiss never left, if anything, probably heightened.
kazuha pulls away first, “the full government name? really?” she grins.
“i've gotta enjoy it while it lasts,” you return her smile. kazuha looks utterly confused however, tilting her head to signify that.
“because either you’ll be taking my last name or i’ll be taking yours pretty damn soon”
hong eunchae
hiding things from her four protective unnies was a harder task than eunchae thought.
being born just a couple days before eunchae meant that you were treated and coddled by the other members the same as her.
to le sserafim, you and eunchae were their two babies, and that meant restrictions on a lot of things.
one of which, and most prominently, was the no dating rule. let alone even a tiny crush.
but of course, rules were made to be broken. that’s how you found yourself in eunchae’s room instead of your own after a particularly draining day of schedules.
“baby, come closer, i wanna cuddle” you ask, currently underneath a thick blanket with eunchae on her double sized bed.
eunchae happily obliges, patting her shoulder so that you can rest your head on it. underneath the blanket, her fingers intertwining with yours.
you listen to eunchae talk about her day, despite having spent it together, it was always entertaining to see things from her point of view.
during nights like these, the two of you would talk about anything and everything that came into your mind, a big reason as to why eunchae fell for you so hard.
“are you sure you’re not tired?” you question.
eunchae shakes her head no, her gaze catching onto yours.
“that’s weird, you’ve been running through my mind all day though” your lips tug into a familiar gummy smile.
eunchae blushed at your pick-up line and you hum in response, enjoying her response to it. “maybe i should kiss you to make you shut up” eunchae suggests out loud, as if thinking to herself. her eyes forming crescent shapes.
a teasing smile plastered onto your face again, you start sputtering out some of the most random things. a thought dump, if you will.
eunchae takes it upon herself to press her lips against yours. the kiss was innocent and sweet, accompanied with the perfect rhythm between the two of you.
you both pull apart contentedly, foreheads resting against each other.
“well that was effective” she jokes.
you glanced over to her digital clock, ‘1:04 AM’, it read. knowing that the two of you had a schedule at 6 AM when you both woke up, you ushered for the two of you to fall asleep. just one problem, you both had forgotten to set an alarm.
that’s how the le sserafim unnies found the two of you cuddling underneath your thick blankets 15 minutes before you were all set to leave.
after waking the two of you up, and getting dressed hurriedly. the unnies wouln’t stop teasing the two of you the entire car ride to the set.
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i feel like the sakura one was super long, i’m sorry 😭😭
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greythemed · 9 months
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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo
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˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ perverse behavior. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1875.
"would you ever fight me?". the question came from nowhere, in gun-woo's opinion. the ringing sound of the seoul traffic outside of his mom's apartment high enough for the boxer to not pay the deserved attention to you, his ears getting cold from the snowy weather out-of-doors.
gun-woo was tired.
his mom had to reheat the food because of his delay and he felt bad about it. plus, you were waiting for him to watch boyz n the hood for the very first time, after weeks of complaining he didn't watch proper shows on his teenage years.
what do you mean you've never watched the last game and asphalt man?! you are not korean if you've never watched those! you have said it in such a thrilling way that gun-woo hadn't the heart to say no to you, and now it's been three weeks that both of you are marathoning different korean tv series every thursday night.
he was still carrying his boxing gear on his shoulders when you had jumped him into the entryway, making the man almost lose his balance while his mom excitedly greeted him from the kitchen.
"woah, when did you get in here?", was his first question when he felt your arms trying to wrap around him, two kisses pressed on your face as usual, before kicking the door closed behind him and lifting you in his arms.
"turns out I and your mom are besties now", you had said with so much confidence that he had to turn around to look at his mom to confirm it in the kitchen. "she taught me how to properly cook samgyeopsal and i was stunned with the amount of gochujang comes with it!".
gun-woo giggled at the surprise, tapping at your leg three times so you could get up and help his mother with the dishes. his tense physic was viscerally beaten by his coach today, and he doubted he could stand for more than two minutes without collapsing on the floor.
that's why your question had him exceptionally shocked while devouring his mother's samgyeopsal minutes later, salty lips outlined in a 'o' form while looking from his mother to you in confusion.
"what?". he asks.
"would you ever fight me?". you repeat genuinely curious for the answer.
"no". gun-woo answered simply, round innocent eyes staring right back at you as if you had grown another head.
you slouch back in your seat. cheek pressed to the couch as you look disappointed at your boyfriend eating at the table.
"why not?". you both could hear gun-woo's mother laugh on the other side of the table, finding something to quickly excuse herself from the living room and eavesdrop on the entire ordeal from her room.
"w-why?", gun-woo analyzed your posture to see if you were pranking him or something, but he found none. "i d-don't think that would be nice... for any of us". he replied with a terrified look on his face, the scar on his cheek hid underneath his right hand.
"just for your information, i was a gold medal in taekwondo once in school". you defend yourself.
"when you were 8 yeah, i know".
“and!”, you continue, ignoring him. “woojin-oppa already told me i was quite strong for someone my height”.
“baby, woo-jin just wanted you to pay for his dinner that day, you know that”. gun-woo explains blatantly, making you gasp at his lack of manners.
"i wanna fight you though, i could totally beat you", you said getting no response from the fighter, which was starting to infuriate you even more. "kim geun-woo, do you love me or not?". you asked starting to get up from the couch.
"stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me". you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and walking towards your very tall and built boyfriend who refuses to fight with you. "what's up?". he looks up at you, wondering what the hell happened to his girlfriend that night.
"fight me". your serious tone shouldn't have a strong man like gun-woo scared, but that's what it does.
"look, i'm tired today okay? give me a second". he whines like a child and you would be finding him adorable because of his pout if it wasn't for the scar across the right side of his face staring right back at you.
hot unaware boyfriend indeed.
"kim geun-woo, don't you love me?" you hold the collar of his shirt, brows knit together in fake intimidation as gun-woo raises a brow your way.
“ya, you’re scaring me”, he repeats the statement looking at you as if challenging you to do what you are thinking. "you're not going to let me live if i don't fight you right now, are you?". he rubs the plush of your clothed thigh and you slap his hand away, glancing in the direction of his mother's room with your brows still furrowed, surprised at his bold antics.
"mister kim, you are under arrest for perverse behavior with your ring opponent".
"arrest?". his brows shoot up and a big smile emerges from his mouth. "aish-, don't be so hard on me, judge". he plays along, rubbing your waist quickly before taking your hands off his collar. “if you succeed in moving me from the chair, i’ll fight with you”. gun-woo had that stupid smirk he has when he’s about to win something.
you were about to prove him wrong.
“deal!”.
in instant seconds, you’re already beside him, using your entire body weight to push your boyfriend off the chair. the clock begins to tick away as gun-woo calmly finishes his dinner, enjoying a little too much of your little grunts as if you were not even beside him.
“how…much….did…you…eat today?”. a stupid grin was displayed on your boyfriend’s face when you gave up and you did not appreciate it.
it seems mister kim liked the ego soothing, after all, he was still just a man.
“why are you even smiling like that?!”. immediately, his grin was erased as if it was never there in the first place. “i’m 100% sure it is just because of the samgyeopsal your mom made. have you seen how much pepper that woman put into that?! no? i have!”. gun-woo laughed loudly at that, wondering in which standup comedy mister hong found you.
just when he thought it was over, you kept pushing his shoulders in the other direction, making him laugh even more.
“you’re not giving up, are you?”.
“never!”. gun-woo had to breathe calmly to steady his laughs and gently push your hands away.
“c’mon let’s clean this and go to bed, right?”. the gentle smile his lips displayed was hands-down playing unfair in your opinion. you could tell it in his eyes he was tired, defeatedly letting him go. “if you keep grunting my mom will come asking if everything is alright”. his gaze was so gentle that it almost made you angry.
“it is not alright”. you played the puppy eyes on him, hugging his figure while he moved from the table to the sink to clean his dishes.
that's when you noticed his little wince when you hugged his torso.
“my boyfriend didn’t let me win, he doesn’t love me”.
“you’re just weak, admit it”. again, the smirk was there and you hated it.
“where do you think you’re going with this audacity, mister?”. you unglued him and crossed your arms in front of the sink, taking the dishes from his hands and stopping him from doing any more work today. you both stared at each others eyes with fondness, silently speaking your concerns.
kim geun-woo, you do not fool me.
“anywhere i want, since you can’t stop me”. he laughed out loud, and you knew then that your boyfriend was more tired than he was showing. he only showed his boldness in other situations, so it was really surprising you his sense of humor right now.
which made you worry.
“ya, how much you and wonsuk-subaenim trained today?”, you asked concerned, putting the dishes aside to analyze his eyes on your tip toes. “you should’ve eaten more before training this morning”. there was an unconscious pout on your lower lip and gun-woo noticed that, smiling weakly while gluing your body into his.
“don’t worry, i’m okay”. he smiled grateful, even bowing his head a little in gratitude for you, a peck left in your brow that made you temporarily dumb. "he just wanted to test some more of my limits".
"are you sure?". starry eyes staring right back at him was hands-down an unfair playing, in his opinion. "can i see it?".
of course, you would notice it, gun-woo knew that much. but even so, he didn't want to make his mom worry more about him, and so did you.
"can we do that when we get home?", he politely asks while rubbing your arms, tone not much louder than a whisper now that the topic was more serious. "i wanted you to take a look but mom's here and i don't want her finding out about the championship yet". he explains.
"are you sure?", you ask worried, soothingly rubbing the balmy spot you could feel underneath his sweater next to his left rib. “it feels damp, oppa”.
gun-woo glanced at you and stopped your hand in the rem of his shirt with a silent plead, silently asking for you to let go. his kind smile and polite nod convinced you that the bruise could wait a little more, and you had no other option than to trust him.
“what happened?”.
“we used the machine again”, he starts explaining sensing your curious concern. gun-woo knew that you needed a little more reassurance, since you weren’t used to leaving patients with bruises behind in your line of work. “it presented a little malfunction, two sizes above mine and i almost went flying across the wall”.
“you and your stupid machines”. you scold angrily, making him laugh. “why train with a fucking machine when you pay thousands to have a coach like him?”.
“it’s solved now, don’t worry”. you looked in his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. you knew about his surprisingly high pain tolerance, even for a fighter, plus your boyfriend tend to have a habit of hiding his sorrows from you.
intensively staring at him, gun-woo noticed by your eyes that you were quickly going to get lost in your own thoughts, so he had to react rather fast.
“hey, i’m good now, okay? we got 8 months for the tournament and i’m doing pretty well, i’m not going to lie”. he took your face in his hands, making you focus on his pretty eyes and his innocent smile. “do you trust me, baby? i’m okay”.
"okay", you nodded understandable and he left another kiss on your right brow, proudly looking at you.
“you could’ve told me, i would have brought the food to your house so you wouldn’t have to drive more”. still not yet convinced, you check his temperature with your bare hands to check if everything is okay, guiding him to the couch so he could rest. “i will clean everything and then we can go, ‘kay? i’ll drive”.
“no, no, no, i’m okay. you don’t have to”. he excuses, refusing to sit down and taking your hands with him.
you hated his excessive politeness sometimes.
“ya, i’m calling your mom if you don’t obey me”. you threaten him and he lightens up a little. “now sit and wait, i’ll be quick”. when he finally sat down and smiled at you, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten again.
“you look too cute taking care of me”. a kiss was stolen from your lips and quickly your eyes were as round as your mouth.
“gun-woo! you’re crazy!”, the slap was maybe a little too much, but that’s not really your fault, now was it? “we are on your mother’s apartment!”.
“ouch! she is not even here right now, don't go nuts". he said rubbing the shoulder that you slapped. "for someone your height, you are quite strong, did you know that? jesus christ”. he mocked you with a pout.
"that's it, i'm suing wonsuk-subaenim's ass for making you delulu". you pretend to run away and gun-woo laughs at that, pulling you onto him one last time to kiss you.
"i am wounded, woman, have mercy". sometimes, you miss the unaware, irritably-innocent, and extreme-shy gun-woo you met a few months ago after he became friends with your cousin.
"kim geun-woo, behave or i am going to let you die on the streets".
"i'll accept it if you don't drive".
"are you calling me a bad driver?". the insult-
"no". he said nonchalantly, placing a last kiss on your cheek and letting you go. "let's go so we won't be late".
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heya! a little disclaimer: everything i post is part of a one-universe post-ep8 that i've created, if that's okay. hope you liked it xx
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