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merchelsea · 5 months

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sacrifice - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: you and lando have a long distance relationship due to your hard work. you rarely have free time to attend to his races, the only one you actually attend every year is monaco's. you understand things will have to change when lando gets into a crash and that makes you want to be there with him at everytimes.

author’s note: i hate making myself go through this.

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warnings: lets pretend lando crashed duriung the interlagos gp, not the LA one, for the sake of the plot :)

"hey, babe!" you mumbled as you stirred from your nap. originally meant for a quick rest before the race, it turned into a marathon of sleep that spanned the entire duration of the race. checking the timing, you muttered, "shit."

"were you asleep?" he chuckled.

"yeah... I'm sorry babe. I was just trying to catch up on some sleep debt before the race. I am just tired..." you explained with a low rumble. lando always had a away of understanding things. "anyways, how did it go?"

"not so well, i am kind of glad that you didn't watch it, you would've freak out unnecessarely." he sighed

"why? what happened?" you sat up, eyes squeezed shut in alarm.

"it was nothing serious, just a crash." he reassured. the word 'crash' froze you, an unsettling feeling settling in your chest. "I'm fine now; I'm at the hospital doing some tests."

you didn't answer him and he immediately sensed your worry, it was your usual reaction whenever he had an incident. it was your own way to deal with stuff. "I'll have to stay here in brazil for some extra days. we don't want to rush things. everything is alright, but still."

"yeah, I know. how are you feeling? any pain? wasit bad? why are you at the hospital? is there anything they're worried about?" your thoughts rushed out, anxiety evident. you wished you could've been there with him, knowing how much he disliked going through hospitalization alone.

"calm down, baby. I'm fine, no pain. they gave me painkillers for my headache," he began, his voice carrying weariness and sadness. "the crash felt horrible from inside the car, but I've seen the footage, and it wasn't that bad. I don't think they're worried about anything specific, just my racing career," he added with a hint of self-deprecating humor.

"shut up. you know those jokes aren't funny, right?" you retorted, hating his tendency for such jokes. "anyways, I miss you so much. you have no idea." placing your phone on the bed, you awaited his response as you searched for your notebook.

"I know babe, I miss you like crazy too. and i won't be able to be home for some more days, as i told you. i hate it." you both sighed. "but it's okay, i'm glad you weren't here this time."

although you felt the honesty in his words, you could also know that it was pure bullshit. he wanted you to be there more that anything, and the fights you two had over the past weeks showed that clearly.

lando felt your support fading away and, as always, he talked about it with you, but there was nothing you could do, you could not just leave your work and follow him around the world.

your life had to come first. you couldn't be financially dependent. you had never wanted that for yourself.

"I love you, lando. you know that, right?"

"i know. I love you too." anuncomfortable silence lingered, more apparent to him than to you, as you were preoccupied with booking a flight to brazil. "look, I have to hang up to do some exams. I'll call you as soon as I can, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. keep me updated, for the love of god." he laughed and silently hang up.

as soon as you were able to, you called your boss, letting her aware of the whole situation, who, understandingly, granted you a week off, more than you needed. grateful, you expressed your thanks in every single way you could.

as you couldn't just fly there without someone knowing, you called lando's dad to let him know that you were going. he was thankful that his son had found someone who cared so much about him, and as so helped you through everything.

you would obviously be staying at lando's room with him, so you didn't need to worry about that, but there were things you actually needed to deal with and that's where he was an absolute angel, taking care of everything for you.

the flight proved to be torturous; sleep eluded you, your mind consumed by worry for your boyfriend, presently hospitalized in a foreign country that held no appeal for him. the inability to communicate with him intensified your anxiety, and the endurance of such a long flight was a challenge unfamiliar to you.

the only thing keeping you focused on trying to sleep was knowing that you'd see lando soon and that you needed to be sane.

once you arrived in brazil, adam had already sent an uber to pick you up and drop you at the hotel. you were eternally grateful for him. your appreciation deepened when, upon entering the hotel, you found everything seamlessly taken care of, allowing you to reach his son without delay.

he drove you there himself, the casual conversation during the car ride centered uiquely around the topic most dear to both of you—lando's health.

every detail adam shared heightened your awareness; lando was okay, but not as well as he should be. the information failed to ease your mind, creating a lingering unease.

after reaching the hospital, the attending doctor informed you that lando was still asleep but encouraged you to enter. you opened the door to his room, and an immediate sense of tranquility washed over you. lando's peaceful slumber tugged at your heartstrings, and the sight of his features made you want to cry; you had missed him so damn much.

you took his hand, staying by his side as he slept. despite your exhaustion, the anticipation of his awakening kept sleep at bay.

lando woke up and confusedly stared at you for five minutes straight. in his head, he was trying to figure out if you were real or if his desperation had just made you up. you squeezed his hand and that seemed to clear his mind. you were in fact there.

"love?" he muttered, scared of being wrong.

"hey baby" you whispered to him, smiling softly.

"you're here? what are you doing here?" he hurriedly sat up, his expression filled with worry, like he wasn´t the one on a hospital bed.

"i'm here to see you." you extended your hand and let it travel through his face. "got the week off, couldn't leave you alone." his smile was priceless. he rushed his arms around your waist, since you were standing now, and pulled you closer to him, head in your belly.

when he told you he had missed you like crazy, he didn't define it well enough.

he locked his lips with yours as soon as he had a chance. you missed that feeling, you missed it too fucking much. you missed everything about him too fucking much, and maybe this misfortune was just what you needed to realize that something had to change. you couldn't miss him like this all the time.

it was literal hell, for the both of you.

adam entered the room after some time and, from his face, you could see he carried good news.

and you were right. "you are free to leave today, all the exams cameback with positive answers. you still have to stay in brazil, of course, a flight so long could jeopardize your health, so you'll have to stay for a bit longer, but you two can go stay at the hotel for tonight.

you and lando celebrate this little "victory" with each other and then you start talking about going home, anticipating what you'd do.

the room was uncharacteristically quiet as he payed attention to the TV and you lost yourself in your own mind.

"I think I might quit my job." you let out with your head layed in his chest. he twists his head to look at you. "what?" he asks, clearly confused, in his head, trying to figure out where all of this was coming from.

yes, it's true that he didn't like to travel around the world every year and leave you behind, and it's also true that this past year, he felt your support fade away, but he didn't want you to leave your life in second place for him. he knew, and understood, how important for you it was to have your financial independence.

he had started to feel guilty, even though this was not his fault.

you thought and rethought about it during your flight, since it was the only thing you could do. of course you never wanted that, but you also couldn't bare the distance anymore, and his accident showed you that.

you wanted to be there, to be able to celebrate every single one of his podiums by his side and not over the phone, you wanted to be able to hold and support him whenever he needed you to do so.

six years into your relationship, neither of you envisioned it ending anytime soon. if it did, you had your savings, but for now, you craved closeness.

"seriously. i want to be with you. i think i never noticed how affected i was by your absence, but i am a lot." you admitted with a sigh. helistened intently. "I want to be able to be with you."

"are you for real?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "I don't want you to feel pressured to do that. I love you whether you're here or on the other side of the world."

"I know, lan. it's not like I would stop working. I just have to find something within my capacities that allows me to travel around the world with you. and it's not like you're going to break up with me, leaving me with nothing. I have my money."

"it's not like I'm gonna break up with you, period." he smirked. "we're a forever thing."

turning you around as if you were as light as a pillow, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

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kalliyen · 1 year

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Seatmate Sweetness

Pairing: 4nemo Boys x GN!Reader (seperate)

Featuring: Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Kazuha, Wanderer

Genre: Fluff, Crack, teasing?? is that a genre idk, school au, modern au

Summary: Seatmates who have a sweet secret crush on you ;)

Reader’s Pronouns: Not specified

Warning: this is gonna be shit cause i haven’t written i so long bye 😘 🤾‍♀️

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

♯ Venti !

Venti as a seatmate would be….interesting to say the least

he’s that kid who’s always late even if he lives literally just across the school

he also has this tendency to sleep in class, when he finds the topic boring

which is, every topic in every subject

but when your homeroom adviser changed the seating arrangements and you were assigned to sit next to him, he started changing

he noticed that you were a very precise person. always at class on time very smart responsible the whole smart kid shebang yk

and when YOU were assigned to seat beside him, you were dreading it. great, now someone was just going to get in the way of your studies.

a few weeks go bye and venti is still the same as ever, slacking off, sleeping in class, and one day he even drooled a bit on your paper, which finally made you snap

luckily there wasn’t any teacher in class at the moment to witness you snapping

let’s just say his cheek was red for the whole day, and not in a good way.

he told his friends about it, which they said he deserved, which made him seethe even more

at night he thought about it, how you would focus in class, how your hair would cover you face when you double checking your notes

you looked adorable while doing it, he thought. now his face got even more red, now this time out of embarrassment

how could he realize he liked you after you slapped him infront of the class? was it a kink or something?

the next day, you apologize to him, which he didn’t even notice or listen to you for that matter, focused on your lips rather than what was coming out of it.

“venti? hello? are you listening?” you say waving your hand around his face

“i know how you can make it up to me y/n” venti starts, “really? what is it?” you say confused, tilting your head to the side

“we could go on a date together!” now both of your cheeks were a rosy pink

♯ Xiao

now xiao here was the silent smart type as we all know, while you were the giddy type who couldn’t seem to stay in your seat

he didn’t really mind it to be honest, you rarely talked to each other. but there was an understanding that you both respected each other’s space.

when your history teacher, mr. zhongli, assigned you together for an assignment, you didn’t really mind. xiao was smart and hot, from what you could tell he was also somewhat kind in his own peculiar way

you worked on it together for the rest of the period, and xiao couldn’t help but notice his heart beating even faster than it did before. it always beated quickly when you were around, which made him feel confuse inside.

after class, he asked his father figure mr. zhongli (wow who would’ve thought i did this)

“i don’t know sir, whenever im near them my heart beats 10 miles an hour, i don’t know if this is a good or bad feeling sir, perhaps whenever im close to them i might meet my demise? is this a sign that something bad will happen if i go near them? should i stay away from them? but i don’t want to stay away from them, their very kind and sweet, albeit sometimes loud, and sometimes i-“

zhongli cuts off xiao before he can utter another word, zhongli comes to the conclusion that his son was very down bad for you.

“it seems that you have developed romantic feelings for y/n. and might i add xiao, i do approve of this liking towards them, they are a very caring and sweet person indeed. this is merely a suggestion, but why don’t you tell them how they make you feel? the school festival is about to commence soon, that would be a good opportunity wouldn’t it?”

xiao thought about it for a minute, yes it was a good idea. but how will he ask you?

zhongli suggests to ask you by word, or if xiao is too nervous then by letter, xiao decides on the latter part.

he goes home that day, on his desk, pen in hand and staring at the paper.

he has so much to say and at the same time, nothing at all. he wants to tell you everything and nothing at the same time. is this what love feels like?

finally after what felt like hours, he’s finished his letter to you, making sure it looks presentable, because you only deserve the best.

he makes sure to wake up extra early the next morning, and make it to school before you do

he places the letter on your desk, and waits for you, anxiously replaying all the possibilities in his head

lucky for him, the outcome he was expecting most, came to fruition

♯ Heizou

heizou here is the diligent yet flirty president of your class. while you were quiet and kept mostly to yourself, choosing to draw in your sketchbook rather than converse with anyone.

it’s not like you didn’t have friends, you just didn’t like talking much.

since you sit on the front beside heizou, your often bombarded with the amount of paper he has piled on his desk because of yhe obscene homeworks the teachers assign you.

it kinda bothers you a bit when you barely have any room to put your things on your side of the desk but you don’t say anything, because every morning heizou sits at his side of the desk you can see his baggy eyes and unkempt hair which makes him 10x more attractive in your opinion. but he didn’t need to know that

during another one of his stress sessions you seem him struggling with a particular project in a subject you were quite good at.

but of course heizou didn’t have any balls to ask anyone for help, having the mindset of “because i am the president, i shan’t let anyone see any weakness.” (which was total bullshit btw)

you meekly tapped his shoulder which made his face bolt directly to you, way closer than he was intending

you offer your help, saying he clearly needed it and at this point heizou doesn’t have the energy to decline, so he listens to you explain the assignment in full detail, taking note how your eyes seems to glint in the sunlight and how your soft hands brushed his slightly calloused ones

he may or may not go to you when there’s an assignment on purpose, even if he fully understands the concept.

he thinks it’s a win win, he can spend more time with you and complete his tasks

(even if he’s just staring at you 99% of the time)

♯ Kazuha

let’s be real this boy is rarely in school

but when he is at school, he’s just sleeping most of the time

when the teachers try to corner him with a question when they catch him dozing off, he manages to answer them correctly

they ignore him after that LMAOOOOO

but when you, transfer to his school in the middle of the year and get assigned next to him, he starts to take a liking to you

you’d make notes for him in class while he sleeps, thinking he had a rough night before, which he finds really nice and so adorable

of course in return, he helps you with concepts you don’t understand or if you’re having trouble understanding japanese

he doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation but right now your in his home, speaking to his moms and having dinner with them

it’s not like he didn’t like that you were at his home, quite the opposite frankly but it turns out that his mothers find out about his little crush on you

all evening his mothers have been indirectly teasing him, even going as far as almost revealing his crush on you

after dinner was finally over, he takes you to his room (his moms gave him teasing winks that made his face all red) and showed you all the memorabilia he’s acquired from his adventures with his moms

you found them so amazing, and when you look back at him he’s stepping forward to you which makes you freeze in place, despite feeling a quick warmth on your lips

your at his house even more often after that event ;)

♯ Wanderer

absolutely HATES GOING TO SCHOOL

but is one of the top students 🤷‍♂️

his aunt makes him go saying that learning is an essential part at life

“auntie that’s bs i don’t-“ he gets slapped in the face

goes to school cause he didn’t wanna get spanked in the face again LMAOOAOAOA

as his deskmate he actually really really likes you, even more than a deskmate actually

but boy has no way to tell you

sometimes he sees that you have nothing to eat for lunch so he gives you his “extra” saying that he doesn’t want you to faint in class, making him take you to the nurse’s office

nahida always wonders why her nephew stays up so late to make food for 2 people, but she doesn’t push the subject further

you thought it was really sweet of him, and his cooking was amazing! why would people say that he’s mean and an arrogant bastard? (he is tho just not to you lol)

you wanna repay him with something, so you decide to make some brownies for him, not knowing he despises sweets

you stay up all night, wanting to make them as perfect as the food he gives you

you pack it in a cute lil bento with a lil thank you note sticked to it and get to bad, excited of what his reaction will be to the pastry you’ve made him

the next do you can clearly see the disinterest in his face when he sees your brownies (he thinks he’s hiding it well he’s really not) which makes you feel really bad

“do you not like them? i can make something else for you, i just wanted to return the favor since you always give me your extra lunch, i’m sorry if this isn’t what you like”

his face goes IMMEDIATELY red with embarrassment, mostly at himself because of how a dumbass he is 💀

“i didn’t mean it with i’ll intent y/n, it’s just that i’m not really fond of sweets, but i would like to try one” he responds an idea popping into his head

“really? what is it? i’ll make it for you! to make up for these ones you don’t like, just give me the recipe and-“ you get cut off by him hooking his fingers under your chin

“you”

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a/n: bye this is so cringe if my friends see this they will never let me live this down

if your my friend irl PLEASE RESPECTFULLY STFU 😂😂😂

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Hello, I hope that my message reaches you, in general, here it is. Platonic Catnap x fem!reader, she is Catnap's caretaker, she makes sure that Catnap is healthy and exhausted, reader works with him at night, due to the fact that the reader has insomnia, she can not sleep for a very long time (by the way, because of this, she was chosen as Catnap's caretaker), so she can keep up with Catnap, but she can sometimes pass out, which is why you can't wake her up for a long time, and she sleeps in ridiculous positions, which caused a lot of awkward and embarrassing situations, it’s funny that the only thing that can wake her up is some kind of quiet sound. Now about the reader herself, she is calm but sarcastic, and a big workaholic, she is a very responsible person, and someone who never misses work, unlike other caretaker's smiling critter's, she is antisocial and rarely seen, reader can only be seen at work, or around Catnap, or both, so Catnap and reader always avoids the event together until Dogday and his caretaker find them, reader is mostly alone and she is only friends with Catnap, Dogday, and his caretaker, although reader does not show verbal affection, but her actions show how very cares a lot about Catnap, they are the type of friends who just sit for hours together and are silent, doing nothing, but they feel comfortable about it, reader sometimes falls asleep next to Catnap, because of the feeling of trust, and security, well, and also because she likes the smell of lavender, and it calms her and puts her to sleep. Everything was going well until the reader realized ... that the toys were alive, she initially thought it was some kind of advanced technology, animatronics, but when she saw one of the toys eating or bleeding ... she began to suspect something, and becomes more suspicious, the management/superiors noticed this, and decided (fortunately) to simply fire her, forbidding her from approaching Poppy Playtime, because of this she lost contact with Catnap, except for the caretaker of Dogday, after that ... Catnap decides to arrange an hour of joy, because the only thing that kept him from this was the reader, but since she is no longer there ... there is no point in delaying this moment any longer

Thanks in advance for writing

Stranger To Home

Note || ya’ll have IDEAS, I’m jealous. Anyway hope this was okay :>

WC || 1,718

Sleep wasn’t a gift made for you, you never had truly earned it. Many of your co-workers would call you a night owl, but you simply had lost all motive behind those intentions to actually care for their words. Or anyone else’s in particular, you just wanted to work your shift, get the job done and clock out. Though, in retrospect with your tendencies to stay up so late, even shifting into any other time of the day – it is befitting to be labeled an insomniac. Which had you guessing as to why that was your superior’s decision to assign you to CatNap, to be his official caretaker.

You groan, for once in a while you have truly broken your stoic facade. Your hand wanders over to the broom, ready to clean up the mess advertised to you.“If Jessie was smarter than this, then she really–” An unnatural sound had struck you from your focus, you turn to see CatNap laying on the floor, legs folding and head tucked just like a true cat would be in. You could never get over how wide of a gaping mouth that he wears.

“So silent.” You whisper, rolling your eyes as you go back to focus on cleaning up the mess in front of you.

You wished you were more prepared to be faced with the grievances of his appearance nevertheless, but he was simply an animatronic, nothing you couldn’t handle. They just wanted you to take care of him, make sure all was working correctly and right. Couldn’t help the fact that he too was an insomniac just like you. The superiors certainly had an eye for pairing people and things together, but you weren’t sure how well you get along with CatNap.

Strangely enough nonetheless, CatNap seemed to be so lifelike for being a giant animatronic. Nothing to mull over anyhow, you just wanted to get your job done.

His presence was a comforting one though, you could multitask and get jobs done quicker that way. You never really hung around in one place for long, neither had he, only in the case of actually being seen sleeping on-top of one another – like a cuddle pile. Like many of the smiling critters, he had an assigned smell, something natural that they would emit.

You really liked the lavender, however you would never admit that to anyone but just you and him. It was comforting, which had helped you to sleep most of the time. Help anyone be unlucky to cross paths with you when you didn’t get your much needed sleep. Your emotions were much more terse and more so colder when you haven't slept properly.

You continue mopping the mess in front of you, sweeping it into the bucket and letting it dry after a few uses. “CatNap, get yourself up. Need to move to the next location.” He rumbled and purred, shaking himself off as he sat up, hind legs folding into a straight stance. You almost forgot how large CatNap and the rest of the smiling critters were.

Speaking of which, you had needed to check in on with DogDay’s caretaker. You didn’t want the sunny dog’s caretaker to be lagging behind in their duties, no doubt with the children however. Something to worry about when you are finished with this anyhow, you need to maintain your work ethic. Which seemed to be ridiculous in hindsight, but you were being paid, and the colorful themes and the children in Playcare placated your being for a moment's time of peace.

You walked and walked, weaving effortlessly as you have before so many times. You recall your superiors, saying that you had a better planning of one’s time to get your own work done. Which in turn had raised your paycheck, surprisingly that had happened for once in your life. Your efforts being recognised and being paid like you were supposed to be.

“I’m gonna assume you're crawling on the side wall,” You sigh, holding the mop firmly in hand as you walk along the hallway. Posters and plenty of colorful lines decorated the walkway, “CatNap try not to hurt yourself, we don’t need a repeat.” You raise your brow, tone steadied to be a monotone one. A loud rumble was emitted in response, your once lifted head had dropped back to level with satisfaction.

He isn’t much of a talker, You thought to yourself, steps echoing throughout. Yet the only thing buzzing in your mind was your thoughts. Not like DogDay anyway, did they design him to be cordially mute or something?

Your hand turned the knob, and you had opened the door to be met with pedestrians, and the usual guests. Many of which–rarely–are looking to adopt the children from the orphanage, children get lucky to have good parents. Or otherwise, people who just parent poorly. You sympathize with the poor souls. One case had steadily reminded you of these circumstances, nothing of adoption, just something similar.

Nothing to mull about, just continue working. Company policy is company policy, it simply isn’t your place to intervene at any rate.

Your plait legs had easily worked through the crowds of people, nobody had bothered to pay attention to you as it was common to see people at work. You were without any grief fortunately as you didn’t like to be bothered by people, it was unnecessary and crude ‘less they truly had reason to take up your time.

A hand tapped your exposed legs, of course, you were wearing white jean shorts (nothing obstructing, or cause of dress code). You turn around and sigh, ready to be fined for your defiance of your dressing. To your shock, it was just a child. One of them from the orphanage you assume.

She shifted on the balls of her bare feet, dirtied by the floors of the hallway. Indecent adults, you’d have to come back to this area later.

“Um..” Her small voice came out, laced with nervousness and worry. “I think someone got hurt.” You raise a brow, bending down to be eye level with the child. You ease yourself to appear calm and less temperamental, you didn’t want to give her a freight. Slowly you spoke, “Who got hurt?”

You nod your head, almost as if you were titling your head in a questioning manner. “Can you tell me dear?” She shook with a nervousness that had taken you by surprise, you took her by the waist and hoisted her up to your level. The small girl clutched onto your chest as she steadied herself to speak again, “Ah.. it was the unicorn lady.” You feigned a look of exasperation, holding her close to reassure her.

“I’m sure Craftycorn is just fine,” You knit the lapels of her outfit into a tight twirl. Suddenly you had received an idea, “Hey, I’ll go check on her. That okay?” She nods, you set her back down. The young girl had waddled away to where she had come from, she was certainly instinctive no doubt. Making all the way here like that, simply would violate health codes.

You look back up at the shadowed ceiling, noting how the hallway was mostly desolate of guests. “Go on ahead, gotta check.” You jab a thumb in the general direction, referring to the silent and giant cat. You assume he had taken into precaution what you were indicating and had obeyed your command. This was gonna be a hassle, but you had to take caution of the well-being of the other smiling critters should the original caretaker of that smiling critter be out for the day (or moment for that matter). You weren’t close to Craftycorn’s caretaker, but it was unfortunately on your end you were far more work-oriented. This job has kept you afloat.

Getting there wasn’t much trouble, it seemed there were already other more qualified workers to attend to Craftycorn. Yet something about her seemed amiss, it startled you even once you had gotten a closer look. You didn’t want to believe it to be true, why was she bleeding?

Animatronics shouldn’t be able to bleed.

Why is she bleeding?

The girl was right.

Oh no.

The toys are alive, CatNap was real, DogDay was real. Everything that DogDay’s caretaker had told you was nothing but the absolute truth, you should’ve realized it before. Playtime Co. Factory was nothing what it seemed, what the hell were you getting yourself into?

You couldn’t just come to this realization and walk away pretending you knew nothing about it, this was startling. All those children that had been whisked away before – you thought they were adopted, no, they were experimented on.

With a heavy breath, you turned and walked away. You didn’t want to stay there any longer then you had to, you didn’t want to know this. Why were they doing this? so cruel to the children and adults alike. You had thought better of Elliot Ludwig, now whatever image you had of the founder was erased.

Soon enough, you were back at your work station with CatNap at rest. You mulled about what to do; telling wasn’t an option, trying to shut it down neither.

You turned on your swivel chair, directing your line of sight right at CatNap who had no care for your eyes laying to rest upon his body. ‘Did it happen to you too?’ You remember a child from before, you only saw him before. Very briefly from amongst the distance as you weren’t a caretaker of any of the children. Would explain Ms. Harper, she was quite different, you remember she was interviewed by the superiors. Never in your life had you been so stricken by thoughts, troubling sure, but it was disastrous enough as is.

What is Poppy Playtime?

Your superiors had taken notice of you uncovering more and more of Poppy Playtime’s secrets, it would be unconventional that they may be leaked to the public. So they had fired you, it was in opportune fortune that CatNap had liked you so much. A perfect friend, a perfect caretaker.

Much to the disdain of CatNap is when you have been fired, removed.

He had no reason to hold back on it any more, deciding to finally request to initiate the Hour Of Joy.

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icypopz · 5 months

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caught in 4k ♡

↬ request from anon ; I love your writing for blue lock and i was wondering if you could write a Rin x actress reader when they're adults and they get caught by the media somehow. ↬ notes ; itoshi rin x gn reader ↬ from ice ; pretends like i haven't been gone for months... anyways here's my grand comeback that literally no one asked for but this req was so cute i rlly wanted to write it 🥹 hope u enjoy ! ↬ warning(s) ; none

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itoshi rin has always been a private person. he rarely shares anecdotes from his life with his friends, let alone the paparazzi. his fans constantly complain that they're starved for content, because despite the fact that he's one of the most famous football players in the world, he somehow manages to keep his schedule entirely under wraps and often downright refuses to do interviews. (the only way to get him on camera is to invite him for a joint interview with sae.)

his tendency to keep his personal life a secret is exactly why it comes as such a shock when it's revealed that he's dating you.

actually, 'revealed' is the wrong word to use when in reality, the both of you were spotted leaving a popular restaurant together by a pesky journalist. he snapped pictures of rin holding your hand, offering you his jacket, opening the car door for you... and the next morning they were all over the internet, splashed across the front page of all the major news websites. #itoshi rin is in a relationship?! was the number one trending topic for days.

the amount of attention showered upon the two of you is actually unsurprising, considering how you've been at the peak of fame ever since you recently took on a role that went viral. pair that with the fact that you're dating the most mysterious football player? it's a miracle they didn't hear about it in space! both your fanbases were gushing about how adorable you are together and they're always eager for crumbs of interaction between you two in public.

in private, rin groans and grumbles about how annoying it is to have a spotlight shining on your dating life, but he's secretly happy that you both don't have to hide your relationship anymore now that it's out in the open. he likes the idea that everyone knows he's yours, and you're his.

in public, he's as aloof and cold as ever to every enthusiastic interviewer that dares cross his path. the only time he visibly softens is when they mention you, and a hint of a smile will curve his lips. rin gets angry if they even imply that you're leeching off his fame, or you're a gold-digger, or you're trying to get close to his brother through him - he never fails to set the record straight immediately. the two of you love each other, and maybe these journalists' time would be better spent trying to find someone to love them instead of trying to ruin someone else's relationship. (his pr manager is at her wits' end).

overall, rin is not too bothered by the fact that your relationship ended up becoming public knowledge. of course he would have preferred it to be on both of your terms, but now that it's happened he just rolls with it. as long as you're happy, he's happy.

help i swear i'll be active now HAHAHA i won't disappear for a year again ,,, and btw i cannot believe my last post was over a year ago tf

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sleepwalking ● 4 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, SLOW BURN

words: 6.7k

read from the beginning ○ masterlist

chapter 4 ► i wanna be someone you used to hate without the memory of the pain

It took three and a half hours for the tour bus to reach Warsaw. Objectively, that gave Jungkook plenty of time to tell you about his ex and why he thought that relationship was worth salvaging.

But somehow—that is, by spinning elaborate webs and finding cheap excuses to derail the topic—he told you exactly nothing of what you wanted to know and managed to fall asleep before you could accuse him of beating around the bush.

You wanted to wake him up, but rationality won over. He needed sleep and, truthfully, you didn’t really need to know the full details of his failed relationship. As his manager, you were supposed to know that such a relationship existed and that was enough—you should have let him rest.

And you did let him.

But that did not stop you from wanting to know more.

You hesitated – really, you did, if only for a moment – before you texted Luna. It was three in the morning, but the girl slept during the day and stayed awake watching films with Taehyung at night (no matter how much you scolded him for yawning during rehearsals), so she replied right away.

You were smart enough not to text her the details over the phone – the Rated Riot members had a tendency to steal everyone’s phones just for the fun of it sometimes – so she agreed to come find you at your bunk in the back of the bus.

There were seven of you on this bus: the four members of the band, Luna, you, and the driver. You knew you had to be quiet, but you figured you were safe enough with everyone asleep now that you’d arrived at your destination (except Taehyung, who was still quietly watching Reservoir Dogs on his phone).

“I feel bad doing this,” was what you started with—you needed to make that clear as though it would justify your curiosity. All it really did was intrigue Luna more. “But I feel like I have to know.”

“What is it?” she urged, nearly bouncing with interest as she sat opposite you on your bunk.

So, you told her—in dangerous whispers—about Sid’s revelation regarding the mysterious ex and Jungkook’s subsequent secrecy. Luna listened, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes wide and glistening.

“Alright,” she concluded after you finished. “Here’s what we’re going to do – I’ll ask Taehyung to confirm if there’s any truth to this. That’s first of all. Because, let me be honest with you, everything that Sid told you sounds like he just pulled it out of his ass.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you nodded, “but then Jungkook said it’s true. Why would he lie?”

“I don’t know,” she paused here to think. “Is it possible that he’s just pulling a prank on you? Although I don’t see how anyone would find that funny.”

“Anyone but Sid.”

“Right,” she agreed. “But would Jungkook jump on that? I haven’t really seen him with his friends much, but I assume he draws the line at involving you.”

That was true. All things considered, Jungkook was rarely ever the one who called you for help when he got into trouble—it was usually his friends who did.

“You’re probably right,” you said. Your voice was hopeful, but you could never be fully certain that Jungkook’s friends haven’t pulled him into the metaphorical dark side completely. “But I don’t know what else this could be. He must have dated someone, it’s the only way this makes sense.”

“No—or maybe,” Luna said, her voice rising with sudden excitement. “Maybe he’s trying to get your pity, so you would come to Paris with him.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“Maybe he—” she started, but then stopped herself. Biting her lip, she thought twice about the way in which she’d phrase herself next. She didn’t want to instil some sort of false hope inside of you, but she also wasn’t sure if you’d even care. “I don’t know… Would it be outrageous to guess that maybe he just wants to take you out?”

You lifted your eyebrows and couldn’t resist a scoff.

“Unless it’s with a sniper, yes,” you said. “That would be outrageous.”

“Oh, come on,” she rolled her eyes at your absurd dramatics. Her suggestion seemed far more plausible to her, especially after she heard your jeering response, which obviously came from your personal discomfort, and not genuine disbelief. She pointed out, “you dated.”

“Four years ago,” you reminded her in turn. “I barely even remember the relationship or the break-up anymore.”

Luna caught the tentative tone in your voice—like you wanted to believe what you were saying, but couldn’t quite manage it, yet you hoped it wouldn’t show.

It showed. And it gave Luna a pause.

Distracted from the topic of Jungkook hypothetically wanting to take you out on a date, she asked, “why did you break up?”

You and Luna had been friends before you became Rated Riot’s manager (funnily enough, she was the one who introduced you to their music after you mentioned that you might start working with them) – but not before you broke up with Jungkook. She’d never met him, but she was one of your closest friends, so she knew of his existence—although the realization that your ex-boyfriend and Jungkook from Rated Riot was the same person, came later.

Despite that, however, the two of you had never really talked about the reasons why you and Jungkook broke up. You’d never talked about that with anyone. There was never any point for that, really – the people who knew you could tell that your relationship had ended long before you two actually broke up.

“Just—things happened,” you said, looking away and waving a dismissive hand around.

“Come on,” she pleaded again. “You were together for three years. What things could have happened to end that?”

You sighed. It wasn’t a secret or anything. This was just something you happened not to talk about. But, you supposed, it wouldn’t make much of a difference if you did.

“It was the same shit,” you began slowly. “His stupid friends. He was getting drunk every night, picking fights, drag-racing, doing other dangerous, dumb things. Then one night, I had to pick him up from the police station after he got arrested with Minjun—”

“Minjun got arrested?” Luna interrupted, her eyebrows rising. She realised she’d spoken too loudly and looked around warily—the bus was quiet, save for the sound of the film on Taehyung’s phone. She continued, quieter, “I always thought he was the most mellow one, out of Jungkook’s friends.”

“I know, right?” you nodded with a relatable smile. “I still think Sid set them up. Anyway, they were spraying graffiti on some abandoned building downtown, and they got caught by someone patrolling the street. So, they ran and, apparently, spat at the officers. Minjun and Jungkook were the only ones who got caught. That was my last straw.”

Your friend nodded, not surprised, but still unsettled to hear that this was something that you’d had to deal with even before you became Rated Riot’s manager. Luna wasn’t sure if she’d have agreed to work with an ex-boyfriend, especially if that meant interacting with his friends—who were a contributing factor to the break-up, as it seemed—again.

“Wow,” she commented, lacking better words.

“Yeah,” you concurred, because, really, that one syllable seemed to sum it up well. “But that was ages ago. I mean, he obviously hasn’t changed much, but I don’t care about it. I mean, I do, but I care as his manager. Not, uh—not personally. Not anymore.”

Luna caught the awkward stuttering and licked her lips as she tried to fight off a smirk.

“Hmm, okay,” she said, crossing her legs on your bunk. “So, if that’s the case, then why do you want to know about this relationship that he might have had?”

Immediately, you felt the need to defend yourself from whatever she was insinuating, “well, because as his manager—”

“Right,” she cut you off, repeating, “so, as his manager, why do you want to know about th—”

“Okay, fine.” You extended a hand to stop her and closed your eyes in defeat when she chuckled. “I want to know, because this person is going to be at the wedding of our mutual friends. It’s very likely that we’ve met before. A-and Jungkook said that this person might be the love of his life.”

Luna stopped laughing immediately.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “He said that?”

You brought your tongue over your dry lips. “Yeah.”

“Fuck,” she repeated.

“Yeah. I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not—not heartbroken or anything—”

“No, of course not.”

You gave her a look. “I’m just being careful. Because he isn’t. And if this person is anything like his friends, then… you know. It’s not good.”

You couldn’t find a better explanation why that wasn’t good or why this situation required your interference, but Luna understood. She likely understood this better than you did; your mind was still clouded with convictions that you were only doing this for the sake of the band.

“Okay,” she said with a nod. “That’s fair enough.”

This was why you loved her: she didn’t just understand you—wordlessly sometimes—but she also knew when to ask and when not to ask questions.

“Thing is, though,” you continued, folding your legs under yourself as you tried to handle the sudden anxiety that came with talking about this. “What do I tell him? If this person really is bad for him, what do I say without seeming, I don’t know, crazy? Because, when it comes to this, there’s a very thin line between being a concerned manager and a bitter ex-girlfriend. And I’m already overstepping all boundaries by talking to you about this.”

Luna didn’t think you were doing anything crazy—the two of you had done far more plotting over the years—as she tapped her index finger against her lower lip.

“Okay, let me think for a second.” She watched the ceiling of your bunk for a minute or two before asking, “okay, has he, uh—has he been in love with anyone other than you?”

This was an uncomfortable question; she could already tell before she even asked it—and your reaction was intense as you shrunk into yourself and pulled further away from her.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be humble,” she scolded kindly.

You clicked your tongue. With your face burning—for no reason other than your own discomfort and, possibly, insecurities—you looked down and shrugged your shoulders, as if this gesture could reduce the weight of your confession.

“No,” you said. “He hasn’t. To my knowledge.”

“Okay,” Luna replied as quickly as she could, knowing that an awkward silence would follow otherwise. “So, once upon a time, he probably thought you were the love of his life. He was wrong, right?”

You swallowed, still not looking up. “Right.”

Luna paused here, thrown off yet again by the lack of conviction in your voice. Normally, you were overly composed and not at all hesitant when it came to this. But not tonight.

It’s been four years, you had said, trying very hard not to hesitate. I barely remember the break-up.

This persistent uncertainty that Luna kept noticing interested her. It interested her even more than your evident stiffness—even embarrassment—about the fact that Jungkook had never been in love with anyone else but you.

She squinted her eyes at you, while you focused on the duvet underneath you, tracing the pattern with your thumb.

There were seven people on this bus, only two of whom had been in the relationship that was currently under discussion, and yet Luna could have sworn there wouldn’t be anyone who could say that Jungkook had really been wrong about this. That you weren’t the mythical love of his life. That he didn’t love you anymore.

Truly, she realised—not a single person who knew you two, could have said this with certainty. Not even you.

“Right,” she echoed nonetheless—she was making a point, after all. “So, then if he was wrong once, he could be wrong again. Tell him that.”

She extended her hands to signal the ingenuity—and the sheer simplicity—of her plan, and you had to give her a respectful nod as you finally met her eye.

“Okay,” you said, “I guess that could work.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, although she thought you both knew that you’d just be pretending if you used this as an argument against Jungkook.

A small part of her—more chaotic than her other parts—wondered what would happen if you confronted Jungkook about this. If you asked, point-blank, if he’d ever felt like you were the love of his life and if this feeling ever left him.

But she knew you’d never do it. She supposed that the secrecy surrounding your relationship wasn’t just a front for your friends—the two of you didn’t speak much about it to each other, either.

Not to mention, you couldn’t even use the words “love” and “life” in one sentence without looking like you were being executed in front of the whole town.

Exhaling as she watched you get lost in your own thoughts, Luna extended her legs over the ledge of your bunk. “Okay, I’ll go back to Taehyung and—”

You blinked in sudden panic. “Don’t ask him now, though! He’ll know we just talked about this.”

She looked at you with disdain. “Do you think this is my first time gathering intel behind someone’s back? I got this.”

She was right, of course. You had no reason not to trust her; the two of you had done a lot of sleuthing together in the past.

That was why you’d texted her tonight—because she was the one who could give you a different perspective. And in case her perspective matched yours, she was the one who’d help you find the answers you were looking for.

“Okay,” you said. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she replied as she stepped out of your bunk and gave you one more look over her shoulder before she returned to her boyfriend. “Get some sleep.”

Jungkook continued to be evasive the whole day in Warsaw, but, then again, you didn’t talk to him much. You trusted Luna to get to the bottom of this, and focused on your job instead.

And your job needed focus.

Jett Records called to check in—as if they could sense that you were planning a secret trip to France with the band’s vocalist tomorrow. And then you were contacted by radio hosts from Germany and England – they were interested in interviewing the band, so you had to adjust the daily schedules.

On top of that, Hoseok’s drum pedals started to malfunction during the soundcheck, so you and Jimin – the sound technician and an avid drum enthusiast – spent the whole afternoon travelling to various music stores to find a replacement. Jimin insisted he could repair it, but he spent an hour just trying to figure out what the issue was, so you guessed it’d be faster to get a new one.

As it turned out, it wasn’t faster at all. Obviously, neither of you spoke Polish, and, just like the Rated Riot members themselves, Jimin was also very directionally challenged—yet he refused to let you use the map on your phone. Fortunately, both of you were also stubborn, so you huffed and cursed, but you found the bloody pedal in the end.

You were drained by the time Rated Riot stepped on stage for their performance that night, but you’d fixed the drums and gotten everything under control—and that felt good.

You’d done your job well today and all the unexpected errands successfully distracted you from the upcoming trip to Paris.

Once everyone gathered backstage after the show, you and Jungkook were the only two people glancing at your phones and exchanging conspiratory looks, while everyone else had drinks and sang along to Reconnaissance on the speakers—it was long established that this was the band that Rated Riot looked up to at the moment.

You didn’t mind. Reconnaissance had sold out Wembley Stadium on their third European tour. If Rated Riot continued down the path they were on now, their own third visit to the continent could take place in similar venues.

However, you couldn’t just sit here with a soft smile as everyone danced around you, because the train from Warsaw left early in the morning.

This proposed another problem: you hardly wanted to inform everyone that you were going to spend the band’s day off travelling to a wedding in Paris with Jungkook. You debated taking the illness route – surely no one would bother you if you drew the curtains on your bunk on the bus and hung a note, claiming you weren’t feeling well.

But before you could decide on any course of action, Jungkook stood up from his seat next to you and declared to everyone in the room, “we’re going sightseeing around Europe tomorrow. So, if any of you need us, don’t.”

“Around Europe?” Yoongi repeated with an amused scoff. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means we’re going to be taking trains to places,” Jungkook explained so very concisely. “And we don’t want anyone to bother us.”

Feeling hot all of a sudden—because the way he was describing this was painfully ambiguous—you stood up, too, and tried to do damage control, “what he means is—”

“Have fun, guys,” Hoseok interrupted, gently brushing his hand against your shoulder as he walked past. “It’s our day off, you deserve some rest, too.”

That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting—you were, after all, the manager; and leaving the band so suddenly for the whole day wasn’t, exactly, permitted—but perhaps you should have known better.

All of you spent so much time together that every single staff member in this room felt more like family than your actual family did sometimes. You should have guessed they wouldn’t look down on you for doing this.

Still, you reminded everyone, “if you need me, you can call me. I’m still available, okay?”

Everyone nodded with good-natured chuckles as Jungkook pulled you towards the door—all while you waved your phone around to accentuate your availability.

Because of this, you missed the meaningful glances exchanged between Jungkook and his friends—Sid, Jude, and Minjun were oddly quiet now that Rated Riot, as well as other staff, were in the room with them.

“Don’t call her,” you heard Jungkook whisper at his bandmates as the two of you exited the room into the hallway. “She’s not available.”

Smacking him on the shoulder—and ignoring the annoyed, “ow, for fuck’s sake, this is my singing arm!”—you closed the door of the changing room, but not before adding a rushed, “call me, seriously!” at the guys inside.

You saw them smile and wave before the door clicked shut, and you exhaled slowly.

“This trip better be worth it,” you warned Jungkook as the two of you walked towards the back exit.

“It will be,” he assured you, still rubbing his shoulder. “This is going to bruise, by the way.”

“It’s not going to bruise. I barely touched you.”

“Don’t gaslight me. I’m in pain.”

You stopped walking to glare at him.

“I apologise for hurting you,” you said with a deadpan expression. “Would you like me to put ice on it? A bandage? Kiss it better?”

He removed his hand from his shoulder and turned away very ceremoniously. “Don’t baby me.”

You pushed the exit door open and waved your hand to allow him to leave first. “Then don’t act like a baby.”

He walked out, all while mumbling in discontent, “I’m taking you to a wedding in Paris as my date. You could be grateful.”

Your mouth nearly fell open at his audacity as you followed him outside, the door slamming shut behind you.

“I’m going to a wedding in Paris as your date,” you retorted. “You could be grateful.”

At first, he tried to think of a witty comeback while you browsed your phone to order an Uber, but then he realised that wouldn’t be fair and chose to be honest instead.

“Okay, fine. I am grateful,” he admitted.

You ordered the ride and locked your phone, crossing your arms as the two of you stood in the nearly empty parking lot, illuminated only by a few stray street lights.

“And I am sorry if I really hurt you,” you replied. “I don’t usually use violence.”

Jungkook grinned. “You couldn’t throw a punch even if you tried.”

You lifted your eyebrows and raised a fist. “You want to actually see me try?”

There was an impressed twinkle in his eye. “I thought you said no violence.”

“You challenged me,” you replied, taking half a step back to get into a proper boxing position. His lip twitched in a smile as you said, “I’m really just proving a point.”

“The only point you’re proving is the one I made,” he said, nodding at your stance, “that is not how you fight.”

You looked down at your legs. “What’s wrong with—”

You felt a quick, but gentle poke under your chin that sent your head backwards. Jungkook snickered, pulling away.

“And don’t ever look away from your opponent,” he added. “Can’t believe I have to teach you that.”

Your gaze was murderous when you looked at him again. You gathered your legs and stood up normally.

“I am going to wait until you fall asleep on the train,” you said, “and leave your ass in Cologne before our transfer.”

“If you think I won’t find my way back to you,” he replied, “you don’t know me at all.”

Your annoyed expression prompted his amused grin to widen before he puckered his lips and smacked them, a mocking air kiss.

Your glare remained as you stuffed your tongue into your cheek. “You make me so miserable sometimes.”

Chuckling in response, he pointed at the headlights approaching you two from across the parking lot. “I think that’s our Uber.”

Immediately, you made your way towards it. “I’m sitting at the front.”

He caught up with you with one quick stride. The car stopped on the edge of the parking lot as the driver seemingly noticed the two of you.

“Absolutely not,” Jungkook said, knowing you’d rather crawl than endure small talk with the driver. “You’re sitting with me in the back. Or we’re both walking to the train station.”

“I really regret the day I met you,” you informed him.

“No, you don’t,” he argued brightly. “I’m a gift.”

“A gift from hell.”

He laughed as he opened the back door for you, only entering the car after you got comfortable in the furthest corner. Smug, he slid down the backseat until he was right next to you, even though there was plenty of space for, at least, four people here.

Even though you rolled your eyes at him, it’s been a while since the two of you played around like this—like you weren’t simply working together—and you had to resist a smile.

The two of you merely glanced at each other before looking away again as you violently repressed all the memories that this moment outside in the parking lot had brought back.

You and Jungkook were already on the 4 AM train when Luna texted you, “not true!!! TH knows for a fact that JK was sleeping around w Sid's girls when he was in that ‘relationship’. He definitely lied to you!!”

Swallowing—because, suddenly, this made less sense—you lifted your eyes from your phone to look at Jungkook. He was sitting across from you, leaning his elbows on the fold-out table between you in the private compartment of the train.

He wasn’t looking at you as he filmed the view outside the train window (although there wasn’t much to film, it was still dark outside, save for the occasional street light somewhere far in the distance), but he felt your eyes quickly enough. As soon as he turned his head in your direction, you looked down at your phone again.

You didn’t understand. Why would he lie to you?

You typed back a quick, “thanks,” to Luna, and then cleared your throat, putting your phone on the table.

“So, uh,” you said, finally meeting his gaze. “How are you feeling? I realise I never asked you.”

He frowned. “What do you mean? You ask me that almost every day.”

“But not about the break-up,” you clarified, trying to sound as genuine as you could under the circumstances. “Must have been difficult. How long ago did you say you broke up?”

You watched as he clenched his jaw and returned his attention to his phone, proceeding with the video.

“I told you I’d rather not talk about this,” he replied decidedly enough.

“And I told you I’d only come with you to Paris if you talked to me,” you pushed.

Swallowing the unpleasant feeling in his throat, Jungkook finally stopped recording. He clicked something on his phone—just stalling, you were sure of it—and then finally put his phone on the table next to yours.

He’d dug this hole himself—well, actually, Sid dug this hole for him, but he leapt into it voluntarily. Now he had to find a way out.

“Fine,” he said. “I don’t remember exactly when. Maybe two weeks before we left for tour.”

Huh. Sid had said it was four days before the flight to Prague. What were the odds that his useless friend remembered the break-up more vividly than Jungkook himself?

“Right, right.” You nodded, abandoning all sensitivity now that the chances of this being true diminished even more. Unless he cheated on his partner—repeatedly, apparently—he was lying straight to your face. “Did you ask why? Did you, maybe, do something that would have—”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?” he interrupted loudly enough to make his anger seem genuine.

You blinked, momentarily surprised.

“I’m not saying,” you defended. “I’m asking.”

You supposed you could have given him the benefit of the doubt here – that was easier to do than to think of reasons why he’d feel the need to lie about a break-up or a relationship. But Jungkook wasn’t the type to cheat—then again, was anyone, really, the type?

That being said, if Taehyung knew that Jungkook was sleeping around at the time of the supposed relationship, then perhaps these things could have been happening simultaneously. Perhaps his partner found out and broke up with him.

“It sounds like you’re accusing me,” Jungkook said, his gaze firm.

Keeping eye contact, you countered, “I’m just trying to understand.”

“Is it so hard to believe that someone would break up with me?” he asked. “You’ve done it, too.”

Nearly flinching at the abrupt—but factual—accusation, you looked down.

“Okay,” you said as your fingers found the edges of your phone case to toy with. His unexpected statement had cut your interrogation short. “I’m just trying to see what the odds are of you getting back together with this person. If that’s still something you want.”

Jungkook looked away, too, watching the darkness outside of the window. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Unsure what to make of that—especially since now you knew that there was, most likely, no person for him to get back together with—you only hummed in response.

“Let’s just make it to Paris and we’ll see,” he added, honest this time. “I’m sure everything will be fine.”

It was you who lied this time as you gave him a small nod of agreement. “Yeah. Sure.”

That was the extent of your conversation on the topic: he didn’t pursue it further—which would have been weird in any case, considering how much he cared about being taken seriously; and he could see that you were having doubts now—and neither did you. You obviously had more questions, but you knew they’d only work as an opening for him to lie further.

You thought that, if you didn’t know that he was lying, you would have had to respect his decision not to give you more details, even though you were curious. He’d applied the same method to your own relationship, after all. You’d always appreciated it, regardless of how obnoxious it seemed to your friends sometimes—the relationship stayed between the two people that were in it.

But he wasn’t in a relationship now. Not as far as Taehyung and Luna knew.

And yet, this didn’t feel like a good time to get into an argument. Regardless of his motives for this lie, you were on a train to Paris with him. You’d be going to your friends’ wedding together. Then, you’d be taking another train back to join the tour.

You could play along for a short while—if anything, just so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable for the entirety of the upcoming 24 hours.

Finally, after two transfers – one in Berlin, and one in Cologne – you had four hours left until you’d arrive at Gare du Nord in Paris. Taking a plane would have required less time and fewer layovers, but it was impossible to find a flight on such short notice, especially when you were on a budget.

Another two hours later, as Jungkook began to wake up from his nap, you figured it was a good time to change into a more appropriate outfit for the wedding – you’d worn a grey tracksuit for the train ride – so you grabbed your overnight bag and headed to the bathroom.

At this point in your journey, you’d nearly forgotten the unsuccessful conversation that you’d had about his ex, and you were surprised to realise that not knowing the whole truth didn’t bother you much. The gentle rocking of the train was soothing—calming, even. And the idea that you’d see your old friends soon felt exciting, too.

There were many other things you could have focused on—and you did. Even though some of the distracting thoughts that you had, weren’t, exactly, a better alternative.

Changing in the cramped bathroom of a moving train was about as uncomfortable as one could imagine, but it was nothing you hadn’t done before. And, now that you thought about it, you realised that you and Jungkook had done a lot more in train bathrooms than just changing clothes.

The unexpected memory forced you to bump your head into the sink as you took your sneakers off, and you cursed quietly under your breath.

You weren’t sure why you were remembering this now, but you were alone, thankfully, and had enough time to shake these thoughts out of your head as you slid your sweatpants down your legs and pulled the burgundy, off-the-shoulder dress out of your bag.

The dress had wrinkled a bit, but you had packed a leather jacket just in case—it would certainly divert the attention, considering the huge skull on the back of it.

However, looking at the jacket now, you were forced to remember where you got it. You’d had it for so long, you didn’t think anything when you packed it. But now you could remember Jungkook being there with you the day you first saw it. The two of you had only stopped at the clothing store because it had begun to rain—rain seemed to surround your relationship—and neither of you had an umbrella.

While you were looking for one in the accessory section, Jungkook approached you with this jacket and a big grin.

“You already have one like this,” you had told him then.

“I know,” he’d replied, beaming. “Now we can match.”

The jacket wouldn’t have meant anything if you weren’t on this train now. It would have just been a jacket—like any other piece of clothing that you’d worn before you broke up—if you weren’t going to Paris with him. If you weren’t remembering all of these useless moments in your life; meaningless, really, until your heart rate picked up.

Mumbling a few more curses, you put on the only heels you’d packed for the tour. They were far too chunky to go with the dress, but they seemed to go with the jacket—and you didn’t have any alternatives anyway. You had planned the outfit before you could plan the mess of thoughts in your head.

Another ten minutes later, you finally exited the bathroom and saw that there was already a small queue outside. Apologizing—and blaming the dumbfounded looks on people’s faces on your hair; you could tell it was everywhere, but not anywhere it needed to be—you jogged back towards your compartment, sighing in relief when you slid the door closed.

When you turned around, Jungkook was watching you with slightly parted lips.

You could tell he recognised the jacket.

“Shut up,” you said right away, unsure if he was going to tease you about it or mock the fact that you were dressed up for a festival rather than a wedding. “I didn’t bring enough clothes. And I know my hair looks like it’s moving to Argentina to start an independent—”

“No,” he cut you off with enough force to surprise himself, and then stuttered his way through something that was supposed to be a sentence, “it, uh—it looks—it’s—you’re, uh—it’s great. It’s fine.”

You snorted as you looked for a hairbrush in your backpack. “It’s great and it’s fine. Thanks.”

“I meant—” he began, but then gave up. He couldn’t look at you in this dress with the jacket that he got you, breathe, think of what to say, and actually speak at the same time. That was four things and he could barely stop doing the first one. “I should—I’m going to go change, too.”

“Sure,” you muttered distractedly, finally finding the hairbrush and the pocket mirror that you were looking for—but missing the way Jungkook looked back at you as he walked away.

The only time he stopped glancing back at you was when he nearly tumbled into a snack trolley and, once he walked around it, you were already out of his field of vision.

He needed cold water first and foremost, because for a good minute there, it seemed as though there was no way around the fact that Sid had been right. He did still have feelings for you.

Jungkook never flirted with you outright since you began to work together, but, of course, he still thought you were beautiful to the point where his knees felt wobbly when he was in the same room with you sometimes, and his breath got caught in his throat if you looked at him for longer than a minute.

He was a professional, not a blind idiot.

But that was physical attraction. Momentary reminiscences of your past relationship. He was grateful for these memories sometimes when he was writing songs. But he couldn’t have real, actual feelings for you. It’s been four years.

This was just the dress—it was the same colour as the skirt you’d worn on your third date, when you went to get fast food and he accidentally dropped an open packet of ketchup on you. You’d laughed and told him it was fine; you couldn’t see the stain anyway. You’d joked that that was why you’d worn this skirt—because you knew what a klutz he was.

Or maybe it was your hair—it looked like the same mess as it had when he rented out a convertible for your first anniversary and took you for a ride. It was early September, and he had thought it would be nice and warm, but within the first five minutes, both of your mouths were full of bugs, and you couldn’t hear a word the other one was saying through the sound of the wind. He had to pull over on the side of the road. The two of you needed a good minute to stop laughing at how ridiculous you looked before you could clean yourselves, because you had dinner reservations at a restaurant in town in an hour—he could still feel the softness of your hair as he untangled it with his fingers.

Or maybe it was the way you were completely unaware of this—like the first time he took you to meet his parents and you’d hyperventilated the whole bus ride to their house. You were nineteen, much too young for something as serious as meeting each other’s families, but he was completely calm. You’d asked him what would happen if his parents hated you. What about his grandma? His aunts and uncles? His cousins? His brother? Jungkook lived with an abundance of close and more distant relatives—what if they opposed the relationship? What if they told you to leave?

He’d never told you, but every time his grandmother had a better day, she still asked him about you.

Or maybe it was just you—like the first time he saw you at the Freshman Orientation in university. You’d been discussing Howl’s Moving Castle with someone with such intensity that he could see the fire in your eyes from across the room. He found out you’d seen every Studio Ghibli film before he even met you. And he fell in love with your eyes when you spoke about the things you loved before he said one word to you. He’d never believed in love at first sight, and not until years later, did he realise how utterly stupid it was not to believe in something that had happened to him, and kept happening every time he saw you, until, finally—a whole year later—he gathered enough courage to approach you and tell you that he liked My Neighbor Totoro, too.

Shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

When Jungkook returned to your compartment about fifteen minutes later, you were the one who needed a second to get yourself together.

He was wearing a black dress shirt under a black suit jacket with glossy, vertical stripes, embroidered with glittery beads that caught the sun rays and—as usual—reflected them right in your eyes when you looked up at him. Black suit pants and Oxford platform shoes finished his outfit—ironically, fit for both, a wedding and a funeral.

“Nice jacket,” you said, purposefully looking away and busying yourself with your backpack even though there was nothing useful in it for you now. “Tour wardrobe?”

“No, actually, this one’s mine,” he replied, looking down at his clothes. “I’d never worn it before. Very Prince. Didn’t think I could pull it off.”

“Hmm,” you glanced at him again, then looked back at your belongings—this was the only way you could remain coherent enough. “You’re pulling it off well.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a small smile as he took his seat in front of you.

You’d endured nearly fourteen hours of travel time – one hour left until Paris – and, unbelievably, this was the first time that this trip got awkward: right now – with the two of you sitting in front of each other, in your wedding guest outfits, not knowing what to do with your eyes or your bodies or your minds.

You weren’t sure what your role was anymore. You weren’t, technically, on tour with him right now, so you could hardly call yourself his manager here—if anything, you were breaking the rules that a manager should have enforced.

You supposed you could have called him a friend. He was the one person you knew the longest—he knew things about you that no one else did.

But, at the end of the day, he was also your ex-boyfriend. And, suddenly, four years didn’t seem that long ago as your relationship came rushing back at you with full force.

A little over three years together—exactly one-thousand, one-hundred and eighty days; the last eighty had seemed never-ending back then, as your relationship began to wither—and now you were trying your hardest to pretend like you didn’t feel the dangerously strong, almost magnetic pull towards each other.

You hoped this was just the air in Paris. Things would go back to the way they were once you joined the rest of the band on tour in Berlin.

Jungkook knew this wasn’t the air and it wasn’t just Paris. But he thought he could pretend it was.

chapter title credits: bad omens, “take me first”

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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months

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Pent up~Teaser

pairing: changbin x sexshop employee worker

summary: changbin goes to a sexshop looking for a little something to fill up his lonely nights but gets more than he initially bargained for-not that he's upset about it~

warnings: in teaser-dom reader, sub changbin, obvious praise kink, mentions of masturbation, mentions of sex toys and bdsm, needy changbin. in full fic (of what i know so far): pegging, masturbation, cumplay, exhibitionism, teasing, size kink, etc

a/n: teaser bc i feel like it-and @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades requested no.10 in my drafts, so here it is-also for binnie's birthday!

Changbin had never been embarrassed about masturbating.

He knew that he felt pent up from time to time from stress and work and life in general-from what little life he did have. From having to deal with Han and Chan, because while he did love them, putting up with them wasn't the easiest feat, though he'd never tell them that.

His life was busy and things were frustrating, so much so he’d have to restrain himself from doing things he’d actually regret.

Like smashing Chan’s laptop when he stopped listening to all reason, locking himself in his room for days on end without getting any sleep, food or water. His self-destructive tendencies doing shit for the group and even worse for his own mental state.

Or like shouting at Han when he was acting like a brat, stuck in his own ways, which would result in him crying every time. He'd grown a lot in the past few years but he was still stubborn as shit and too sensitive for his own good.

And as Changbin had realized, was that doing any of those things rarely ever helped the situation but only aided in getting his own frustrations out.

So he'd found that the natural way to get rid of those frustrations while also not doing something that he’d regret later on was to blow off steam in other ways. Take things into his own hands in other words. After all, a busy person such as himself wasn't about to go out and look for a good lay every so often.

Masturbating and self-pleasure wasn't unhealthy by any means, he knew that and he’d never really understood why it was such a stigmatized topic, but that was a whole conversation for another time.

The point was, he'd never felt ashamed to the fact that he needed some alone time every once in a while.

Not until now.

Standing in his local sex shop in front of a very large selection on the shelf, trying to decide between two sizes of dildos. He could get the bigger one or the smaller one. Money was no problem and he could buy both if he really wanted, but he'd really rather not have to figure out how to hide not one but two fake dicks in the dorms in which any of his snooping roommates could find at any time plus it felt a little excessive to have two dildos.

But it really wasn't this part that he was ashamed of. He was just dandy with the fact that he was standing here browsing the shelves of dildos, looking for one that he was going to use on himself later tonight.

Changbin knew exactly what he was signing up for when he walked in here and he wasn't embarrassed about it at all. This wasn't his first time in a sex shop and he could honestly say that they were pretty chill for the most part.

It was his first time in this one though. He'd wanted to switch it up a little-he'd wanted to finally go to the one near his place, accepting the fact that he could potentially run into someone he knew here.

Good thing: There was no one that he knew here.

Bad thing: He couldn't help the pang in his chest, the flicker of something he wasn't quite ready to face inside him realizing that he seemed to be the only customer in the shop who was single.

Everyone else wandering through here was with a partner. Linked arms while quietly discussing which items they wanted to purchase, stolen glances and small smiles.

Sexual tension was thick in the air in this store today. A lingering look and quick meaningful touches between everyone except for him.

The sting of jealousy he had for that guy currently standing next to him was bitter. Someone who was looking at the same collection Changbin was but he had a partner with him; who teased him, nudging at his side as she tauntingly asked which one he wanted.

He couldn’t help but feel just a bit envious that the guy blushed and his partner coo'd about how cute he looked, brushing a finger down his face before whispering something too quiet for Changbin to hear into his ear.

The fact that he was in a store full of couples looking at things to take care of each other with, while looking for things to use on himself.

Deep down, even though he tried to ignore it...it made him feel, oh what was the word? Lonely? Unwanted? Maybe just the tiniest bit pathetic-and not in the kind of way that he likes.

"If you pick one by the count of three, I'll use it on you in the car~"

He tried not to look at either of them as he grabbed the bigger of the two toys off the shelf, pushing past them and quickly making his way past them to the counter.

Fuck this place.

He dropped it on the counter without looking up.

He was going to go back to the dorms, where thankfully, for once in a blue moon all of his roommates were out. For the whole week actually, they wanted to go on a camping trip but Changbin was too busy for that. He had work, and going to the gym, and…well that was it, but it consumed a lot of time. Time he didn’t have to sleep on the hard ground on top of rocks and sticks and bugs in the forest.

He normally liked camping and he felt bad to turn them down but he knew he needed this. A bit of alone time. There was no way he was going to give up the chance at being alone for a whole week while Chan, Hyunjin and Han were gone.

He was honestly just surprised that Hyunjin agreed to go with them.

Tonight he was going to forget all about this. About the want to be pounded by someone. A person. And not just his own hand and a toy. He was going to forget about the want to be teased and touched and loved by someone else. He was going to forget about all of that, throw on some porn and try out his new toy with the handy bottle of lube hidden in his nightstand.

"Cash or card?"

He rifles through his wallet for a few bills, "uh, cash please." he mutters, putting them in the counter as he counts, making sure he he’d taken out the right amount.

This would all be but a distant haze later tonight in his sex-addled brain. Nothing but a dream when he'd make himself cum over and over again to ensure he'd forget this.

“Don’t be rude. Look at me when you say that."

Changbin’s whole body froze, unmoving. He didn't even need look up to feel eyes burning into his skin.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He didn't know why he listened. It was just something. Something about the voice, firm in a way that he craved. Something coaxing and calming, rather than screaming at him to obey instead guiding him to it, making him want to listen.

Finally, his eyes managed to flick upward to the face the person talking to him.

You smile pleasantly, so familiar yet unlike to the way you'd just spoken to him, in a way that makes him feel warm. You raise an eyebrow, gesturing for him to go on, the expression making his face heat up for some reason. "Good boy. And your payment?"

Wha-

What did you just say?

Did you just-?

He tries to recollect himself. Hopefully fix his jumbled thoughts before he embarrasses himself further, tries to find his voice, "I, uh..." all while you sit there, looking nothing but amused at this entire very un-amusing situation.

You hold back a laugh, eyes alight with mirth. "You paying with cash pretty boy?"

His mouth opens, then closes before he works himself up to a nod and manages to push the money across the counter to you.

What the hell was going on with him?

This time, you do laugh, throwing your head back like he had said something legitimately funny and not stumbled over his words like an idiot.

"Sorry-sorry, I don't mean to laugh!" you don't sound very sorry, with the way that small giggles make way through the words. He can't help the way butterflies erupt in his stomach.

You calm down and take the cash, putting it in the till, "Bag?" he still can't seem to bring himself to speak so he only nods. You notice but take effort not to start up again, putting the item into an inconspicuous bag and giving him his change.

He pockets it, and that's it.

He'll turn around and walk out of the store and never show his face in this place again, too mortified to see the very attractive sex shop employee that turned him on by just telling him to look at them.

Too lonely to come to this weirdly couple-populated sex shop too.

God, he really needed to get laid.

Maybe it was really time to give in and download one of those dating apps that Han kept suggesting.

He wouldn't start anything serious. He didn't have time for that as mentioned before. He'd do it for nothing more than to meet a one night stand that would fuck his brains out and leave the very next morning. He was sure that wasn’t what Han intended when he’d suggested it, but it really wasn’t any of Han's business either way.

Changbin picked up the bag.

"What's your name pretty boy?"

You rest your chin in your palm, slouching against the counter and looking at him. You're taller than him normally but you’re the slightest bit shorter than him now and it makes him feel both nervous and excited.

"...Changbin."

"Hello Changbin, I'm Y/N." You reach a hand out to shake but he ignores it, preferring for you not to know exactly how sweaty his hands are at this very moment.

He doesn't know what to say next. Doesn't know what you were trying to do by asking for his name and introducing yourself.

But he doesn't have to wait before you're glancing back down toward the bag that burns in his hand. "Ever used one before?"

Are you even allowed to ask that? Probably not. But he doesn't care.

"N-no...I, uh, figured that I'd try something new today. My roommates are out for the week.”

Okay and maybe it wasn't the best idea to inform you that he was going to be home alone and using a 9 inch dildo to masturbate tonight but he can't seem to hold his tongue back.

You take your sweet time to reply, letting him sweat for a good few seconds that he counts in his head as a slow smirk crawls across your face. "Adventurous." You now point at it. "and I'm, uh, guessing that you're using it on yourself, right?"

What were you suggesting right now?

“Uh-“

“I mean like, you’re not dating anyone right? Single?”

This must violate some kind of code of conduct about you working here. You should not be able to ask your customers this.

"Yeah." his voice sounds hollow, feels breathless. "Yeah I am."

Why is he even replying?

Meaningfully you scan him, watching him grow twitchy with nervousness. You then pull out a piece of paper from under the counter. Changbin stares at it as you messily scrawl some numbers onto it. When he looks back at you, you're already staring at him. "Listen pretty boy-"

"-Changbin."

Your face contorts into something unrecognizable that makes his stomach churn, in a good or bad way he can't tell, "Changbin. I’ve been working all day and I really don’t have the patience so I'm just gonna come out and say it.” You pause for emphasis, “I'm more than open to using that on you," you linger on the word, even though you don't really have to, you just like seeing the blush grow on his face. "If you don't want to, that's fine, don't feel pressured at all, but you seem to be wanting…someone in your life.” You glance back over to the couple, still looking at the dildos he had been.

Were you watching him?

His heart pounds in his chest so loud he's afraid that you can hear it. His cheeks are flushed in mortification that he had been that transparent. That a stranger at a sex shop can see how desperately he needs to have his back blown out.

"So what do you say?"

Is it a good idea?...Yeah...probably not.

“You don’t have to answer me now. Just,” you slide the paper across the counter and despite his best efforts to be in control of his body, Changbin grabs it, pocketing it all while you look smug. “give me a call if you would like to take me up on the offer.”

You glance at something over his shoulder and his eyes follow yours to the clock on the wall. He looks back right as you’re slinking to the back, through a rainbow wall of beaded curtains. “Hank!” You shout. “I’m going on my break, you’re on checkout!”

You glance backward one time, winking at him before disappearing into the back.

a/n: just lmk if you wanna be tagged in the final product, it is going to be the next fic i (hopefully) come out with so yeah

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 1 year

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I've been thinking a lot about the one-dimensional kinda fandom interpretations of Dazai and Chuuya in particular - the overemphasis on Dazai's weird brand of mischief/manipulation and Chuuya's anger and tendency to lash out and how it's not like these traits are... wrong, per se - these are their surface level/immediately notable characteristics - it's just that it misses the nuance as to why these traits likely exist.

What these interpretations don't fully capture is their very similar cores deep down - two people plagued by feelings of alienation, human inadequacy and repeated loss. Despite starting from these very similar places, they both dealt with the issue in near opposite ways. Dazai numbed himself to pain (remember: he hates pain! I cannot emphasize this enough!) and rarely gets close to anyone for fear he will lose them - his loss led to apathy, a withdrawal from humanity, a fear that he will always be empty inside - his ability: No Longer Human. Chuuya, on the other hand, refuses to numb himself and instead feels every single emotion in full and values his bonds with others over anything. He wants to belong and makes efforts to be perceived as a part of his group. Underlying this, however, is a kind of tired grief paired with resilience - remember that his ability is Upon the Tainted Sorrow. Not anger, or rage.

Sorrow is what results from this kind of heavy identity crisis and loss - for both of them. Think of Odasaku's read on Dazai as someone who looked close to tears when "acting" in front of the sniper poised to shoot him, describing him to Gide as a too-smart child left in the dark, or the way Stormbringer constantly reminds us that Chuuya is 16 and the desperation he feels in the scene where he holds his own dying clone, unable to help him.

Both characters carry a melancholy, resulting from their respective issues with their own humanity - I know I'm not the first one to comment on how their abilities could just as easily be referring to each other as well as themselves. This reads as very intentional to me - much like Atsushi's story begins as a clear parallel to the short story Rashoumon and Akutagawa sometimes being referred to in more beast-like terms than man, it makes sense that Dazai and Chuuya would reference each other in a similar vein.

And if that was the end of it, then we would expect that deep sorrow to shine through in both characters, but it rarely does except in pivotal moments. That's because the both of them have had to constantly deal with external threats - they believe they cannot afford to show vulnerability.

So, what you get instead is Dazai taking a kind of twisted ownership over his inhumanity and using it to make people afraid of him and to control everything so that he is never blindsided and hurt again, in the process, further alienating himself and making his issues worse. He inflicts fear so he doesn't have to be afraid. He can relax and be as silly as he wants - so long as everything around him is completely according to his predictions. There's a bonus to his foolish demeanour as well: hardly anyone can read him well enough to get close.

Then you get Chuuya, who feels so strongly and so much that it has no choice but to boil over, and due to never being able to or feeling comfortable with being anything but "the strongest", he hides moments when he is touched, or worried, or grieving, with anger and violence and defensiveness. As such, he is always seen as more weapon than person, a cut above the rest, forever standing out to others no matter how much he tries to integrate. The closest he came to true belonging was wrenched away from him before he could have a chance to know what that would actually feel like with the death of the Flags.

These surface traits are defense mechanisms. And the amusing thing to me is that likely means these two would love if that's all most people ever saw of them. (Of course, they clearly do want to be seen and accepted, but defense mechanisms become automatic over time because they often feel much safer. Likely another reason they clash so much - they see each other, and it is deeply uncomfortable for them both.)

So, you have Dazai defending himself with his two-faced nature, making jokes and/or manipulating everyone in the vicinity, and Chuuya defending himself with intimidation and anger, never letting any vulnerability show through because anger is easier but at the core of all of this is that loss and that grief and the sorrow and fear that pervades from it.

#they both really said 'do not perceive me' lol #i know i'm kinda stating the obvious here but eh #it was fun to write out #also quick note #i don't have the novels on me so i'm relying on memory #if i've misremembered something please let me know and i'll fix it - just be polite!#bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #skk #storyrambles #actually does this even make sense?#lol i hope it does #bsd meta #bsd analysis #ugh i've read this over like five times i'm just gonna post it now

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vynnytypesstuff · 1 year

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Glad to see another Winx Club fan!

May I please request headcanons for Brandon, Sky, Helia, and Riven reacting to their female S/O (who's normally calm, cool, and collected) kicking major ass against someone who's trying to rob her?

꒰୨୧﹒Winx Club - Sky, Brandon, Helia, and Riven Reacting to Their Female S/O Retaliating Against a Robber

This came out way way WAY later than I intended it to be. My apologies for the wait, it's always busy during this time of the year pfft.

To be honest, I was trying to alter my writing on this one just a tiny bit but it didn't come out as I envisioned, I hope you enjoy though!

Warnings: Minor violence? I leave it extremely vague

Sky

As king of Eraklyon, Sky is a natural-born leader who is eager to spring into action during moments of crisis. This is, perhaps, why he’s sometimes prone to jumping to conclusions and making sudden decisions. That’s where his S/O comes in. When he needs it, she helps to keep him grounded and reassess situations.

The night had been a calm one. With schoolwork/training out of the way, the couple had decided to go on a small date together. Sky was a stickler to classic dates, meaning the two had decided to go out to a local restaurant for dinner. After a night filled with delicious food and light-hearted conversations, they contently left the restaurant to go for a late-night walk around the more secluded areas nearby. The stroll was peaceful for the most part, loving the other's presence as they enjoyed some much-needed downtime, before they heard a voice from behind them shout, holding a sharp weapon towards them and commanding them not to move.

Sky, always quick to act on a situation, went to step in front of his S/O. However, she was quicker, extending her arm out to prevent him from doing so. The stranger urged them both to hold still as he cautiously paced over to them. Beginning to get a bit too close to his S/O, Sky was about to fend off the stranger when, to his surprise, his S/O grabbed onto the stranger's wrists and shoved them to the ground.

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sky is the most shocked out of the four. When he first met his S/O, she immediately reminded him of Brandon. The two of them were the definition of calm and collected and restrained (a familiarity that could’ve possibly drawn him to her). He genuinely had no idea his S/O could defend herself and he feels a bit naïve for underestimating her.

By the time his speechless stuttering has ceased, the stranger had already been scrambling off (albeit, barely). He feels proud to have such a capable S/O, though there’s a small part of himself that wishes she still needed his help.

Brandon

Don't underestimate Brandon's so-called "superficialness" and overly flirtatious tendencies. He's a strategic thinker who rarely acts impulsively. In this way, him and his S/O were similar. Pair them together and the two make for an unstoppable duo.

Brandon and his S/O had been wandering through Solaria's famed shopping district, periodically scurrying from store to store to cover as many stores as they could for their weekly shopping trip. It was a long weekend, so the area was much busier then it usual, meaning trouble could be brewing at any corner. The two had been lucky to avoid any mishaps so far, but their moment of solitude wouldn't last for long. While his S/O was occupied with browsing the items on the shelves, she felt a hand swipe past her pockets and grab a valuable item of hers before bolting towards the store's exit. She quickly disregarded what she was doing and chased after him, Brandon following suite.

There were waves of people outside, causing him to get lost in the crowd. He was growing increasingly worried as he searched for where the robber and his S/O had run off to. Finally, he had managed to locate the pair in a secluded alleyway, where he stumbled upon a bit of an unexpected sight. There they were, his S/O and the one who had robbed her, fighting in an all-out brawl, a loud *slam* resounding as she pinned him to the wall.

Brandon shakes his head as he runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't know why he was so worried. It's not like he assumed that his S/O was helpless. He was aware that she knew how to fight, but he had no idea she packed this much of a punch. He’s even a little intimidated by it, but in a good way.

With the criminal knocked out, Brandon finally speaks. He gives his S/O an amused look, joking about writing himself a reminder to never make her angry. Of course he’s taking the opportunity to throw a bunch of teasing comments, but he’s genuinely impressed.

Helia

Helia and his S/O seemed so alike that it was uncanny. They were both known to be the mature ones in their respective friend groups, seemingly lacking in temper and aggression. Their extreme levels of patience, temperance, and open-mindedness were unmatched. Due to this, it can be a bit of a shocker to others when they drop the pacifism.

The two had decided to take a daytime stroll through a quaint park outside of Magix City. It was a peaceful day, the warmth of the sun bouncing off their skin as they admired the vibrant outdoor scenery. The pair had taken a pit stop at the edge of a small lake, with Helia wanting to take a quick sketch of it's beauty. As she watched him stroke his pencil across the pages in his sketchbook from a distance, she was caught off-guard when someone wrapped their arms around her waist, pulling her backwards in an attempt to restrain her and reaching for the contents in her pockets.

The lack of talking followed by a string of grunts drew Helia's attention from his sketchbook to the troubled state of his S/O. Though he preferred to avoid fighting, he couldn't help but feel the need to step in and protect her (a likely result of his specialist training), however, she didn't seem to need any protection as she was quick to turn the tables on the robber.

Helia stops in his tracks, simply watching as his S/O lands hit after hit. He was a bit surprised to see his calm and collected S/O go physically all out against this robber, but his shock quickly faded away into an loving sigh. He had always trusted that she would be capable of defending herself when she needed to, and he was glad that his hunch wasn't wrong. In general, he's the quickest to accept her fighting spirit, and it just makes him love her even more.

When his S/O has had her fill, the robber runs off, leaving the two of them alone. Helia double checks to make sure she isn't hurt. Once she reassures him, he chuckles to himself, wrapping an arm around her in affection.

Riven

Riven's hot-headed nature was a stark contrast to his S/O's laid-back demeanor. The other specialists couldn't deny that Riven was a blunt guy who had a very direct approach when it came to conflict. Meanwhile, his S/O had an eerie ability to remain calm, even in dire situations. The two appeared to be complete opposites, leaving a number of people to question their relationship (not that they cared for others opinions).

Whilst wandering through the Magix City, Riven had stopped to purchase lunch at a nearby food stall while his S/O stood and waited nearby. She decided to occupy herself, so she reached into her bag to grab her phone. That's when she felt the sudden grasp of a hand on her wrist as a masked stranger attempted to grab her purse. Seeing no other way out of the situation, she took a step back, taking her free arm and weaving it through the robber's wrists to stop their movements before using her strength to free herself.

Riven, who had come back after realizing he left his wallet in his S/O's purse, caught sight of the fight that was transpiring, at least, if you could even call it a fight considering the fact that one of the figures was losing tremendously. Once he realizes that the winning figure is his S/O, his reaction is a mixed bag. On one hand, he was impressed by her independence and skill. He had seen her train in the past, but that was nothing compared to how she held herself in a real fight.

That being said, there's part of him that can't help but feel a bit insecure. Seeing her in action would make him wonder if she truly needed him or not. After all, she can defend for themself, so does that mean she'd leave him?

He doesn't bring up his insecurity. Instead he walks over to his S/O and silently makes sure they aren't severely injured, all while chewing out the robber that was now laying flat on the ground. After he's calmed down, he applauds his S/O for defending herself. He sounds reluctant in doing this, but he's trying his best.

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little thief ♡︎ bokuto kōtarō

You catch Bokuto with something he shouldn't have in his pocket. c/w: panty sniffing, degradation, lil shy perv bokuto a/n: happy valentine's day everyone, enjoy boyfriend bokuto ԅ(≖⌣≖ԅ)

Bokuto is a little sneak perv and nobody can tell me otherwise

Absolutely loves pissing you off in bed, whether by being a tease or being a sexual deviant

Definitely sniffs your panties when you’re not looking. Has been doing this the entire duration of your relationship

You know how much the man starves for the puss but no idea as to the actual level of attachment he had for yours in particular

It wasn’t until one particular incident that you later realised a pattern of panties disappearing and reappearing on the same timeline as your partner’s work schedule (￣▽￣)

“Why are my favourite panties in your pocket?”

You knew you hadn’t been seeing things when you saw a little flash of purple emerging from Kōtarō’s jacket pocket. Purple wasn’t a colour often found in his colour palette, and you’d been looking for your favourite pair of lace bootyshorts. The cheek of him.

You stared expectantly at your boyfriend, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak. It was rare that you saw your overly confident other half quiet, so you knew he must’ve really been embarrassed if his silence and pink cheeks were anything to go by. Bokuto wasn’t expecting to get caught, after all, and with his tendency to have an incredibly big mouth, he supposed it would be best to not say anything at all.

“You were going to sniff them,” you said matter-of-factly.

Bokuto shook his head ‘no’, even though he knew you’d see right through it. He wasn’t sure why he was denying it, considering how incredibly fucking obvious it was, but his embarrassment at getting caught stopped him from being honest.

“What, you were gonna take my worn panties and you’re telling me you weren’t going to be smelling them? You’re a liar and a little pervert. Who knew?” You shoved the panties you’d found over his head, making sure to drag the crotch area to cover his nose. “Smell them. Wasn’t that what you wanted? Don’t you want to do it in front of me?”

He tried to grab you by the wrist, shaking his head in dual effort to get them off and deny, deny, deny. “It’s not that, baby, I’m sorry, I’ve just gotta go. Everyone is waiting-“

“Oh no you don’t," you cut him off sharply, yanking your hands out of his grasp and grabbing his arm yourself, dragging him to the living room. "You can tell them you are running late because you’re a little perv who got caught stealing panties to sniff.”

“I-I'm sorry, baby, it's not what you think-"

“Aren’t you sharing a room this time?" Your tirade continued. You pushed on his shoulders, causing him to fall back onto your large couch and you maneouvered him so he was lying on his back. Kōtarō at this point was resigned to letting you do what you want, his embarrassment levels too high to truly function properly even though he really, really needed to leave or he would be late for the coach the team were due to travel to their next training camp on. "Your teammates are going to be there and you still want to jack off with the smell of my pussy? You don’t have any shame, do you?”

You swung your leg over his head, pushing your current pair of panties aside and planting your clit right into his mouth, holding his head in place and grinding. He instinctively gripped onto your thighs, wrapping his arms around them and pulling you closer. If this was his punishment, he thought, then he'd take it. Yes please, he would take gladly.

“Eat. Don’t you dare wash your face. If you want to be a little perv, then be a little perv. You can smell my pussy all day.”

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Odd socks | Neteyam’s twin

There is now a full fic available to read. If you’re interested, here is the link to the masterlist.

Reader as Neteyam’s twin sister.

I was showering when I had this idea come in my head, followed by many others about how this twin would fit in with the story. Not proofread!!

When Neytiri was first pregnant with you both, she had obviously began to show her baby bump quicker since there was the two of you inside her. As months went by, she and her mother began to wonder why her stomach was so big when there was only meant to be one child in there. It was only when Mo’at felt Neytiri’s stomach and felt 2 pairs of feet kick.

It was very rare among the Navi for twins to be born. In the few cases were twins where born, either one child was born weaker and passes away or the mother passes away herself. This worried everyone. For the remainder of her pregnancy, she would pray to Ewya, pray for both of her babies to be born healthy and let her live to see them grow. At night, Jake would come and lay down with her, they both would talk about who the two babies would take after, the challenges they would face in parenthood with two babies at once.

However, they soon discovered that Grace’s avatar was also pregnant, how it was possible was a mystery but both Jake and Neytiri agreed to adopt her child. They already had 2 on the way, another one couldn’t hurt. (I believe kiri is slightly younger than Neteyam right? pls tell me if I am wrong-)

Once Neytiri had given birth, Mo’at was the first to realise that you had 3 fingers on your left hand and 4 on your right. While you brother only had 3 fingers on both of his hands. When both you and Neteyam were put side by side, nobody could tell you both apart had it not been for your right hand with 4 fingers. Jake gave you the nickname ‘odd socks’ for it, you would laugh with him whenever he would call you that until you were old enough to know what ‘odd socks’ were.

Raising three babies at once was difficult at times. Especially after the three of you learn’t how to crawl. You in particular had to always had to be under supervision as you had developed a tendency to crawl away a lot. You would take any chance you could get to run away. Jake found it amusing to see you dash away on all fours as fast as your tiny hands and feet could take you. Of course, you never actually got very far before you would be picked up by either your father or mother. You would coo at them with a tiny frown on your face afterwards.

“I’m sorry but you’re not old enough to go off on your own yet odd socks.” Your father would say to you as he carries you back to your mother and siblings. Once put down again on the floor to play with your sister and brother you would try to crawl away again. “Do I have to tie you up or something?” Jake would joke.

You began to walk first out of you, Neteyam and Kiri. It happened when Jake and Neytiri went out hunting together one day and your grandmother was taking care of the three of you. She had managed to keep you three seated still by telling you all small simple stories but you soon lost interest in her story as you heard something fall behind you. You turned around and saw a wooden carving of a navi man, a toy you and your siblings play with. You were about to crawl away but you heard your grandmother call out to you.

Turning back around you waited for some chance for when you could crawl away. You got that chance when Mo’at turned around to get something she wanted to show you three. You giggled to yourself as you began to quickly crawl away. Neteyam watched you crawl away and smiled as he also joined you in escaping and Kiri followed him.

The wooden doll kept rolling and you kept crawling after it. The doll the rolled down some stairs. You remember how adults would go down the stairs on their 2 feet and then tried to do the same. Using the wall beside you as support you tried to stand up. Each time you would fall down, both Kiri and Neteyam would giggle. Mo’at soon found the three of you and saw you standing up. She clapped and laughed, cheering you on.

Jake and Neytiri had arrived back home after another successful hunt, the two of them made their way to Mo’at’s place to get the three of you back. Once they did find the four of you, Neytiri gasped as you walked towards them, sure you were quite wobbly and fell down once while on your way but both her and Jake were so happy.

Once the three of you could walk and run, there was no stopping the three of you. Neytiri got pregnant again, this time with lo’ak. This meant that most of the time it was Jake trying to catch the three of you running away. You were quick on your little feet, eager to experience the world and put anything that looks interesting into your mouth.

The first time you three saw lo’ak, he was sleeping soundly in your mothers arms. You three looked at him in awe of how tiny he was. Which all newborns tend to be. Neteyam slowly reached out to hold lo’ak’s hand, you watched his hand take the tiny baby’s fist in his palm. “Tiny”, you told your dad who chuckled and nodded while ruffling your hair, “You were once that tiny too, though you really aren’t much bigger than him anyway.”

There were times when you and Neteyam would pretend to be each other, You would undo your braids and try to messily recreate each other’s hair style. You both would walk up to your parents and hide your hands behind your back since you had an extra finger and they could easily tell you apart by just looking at your hands. However, you mother always managed to know who was who and then would tell you off for making your hair so messy. You’re dad on the other hand would pretend not to know just to amuse you both because he remembered how when him and his twin brother would do the same when they were younger.

While growing up, out of the four children Jake and Neytiri have, you had grown to be the social butterfly. You were friends with practically all of the the children in the clan. You were even friends with some of the children that were older than you by a few years. Neteyam was a but more reserved than you but he still was open to being friends with anyone that approached him. Kiri was only friends with others who kept to themselves like she did, she had not taken a liking to those who were very loud. Lo’ak would stick with either you or Neteyam and hang out with whoever you were with at the time. Neither you or Neteyam mind whether Lo’ak hung out with you or not but he did soon find a friend for himself.

It was the four of you, and after just a few years it was five. Tuktirey, your youngest sister or Tuk as your family mostly call her. As she grew, your parents noticed how much she acted like you, lively and bouncy, eager to see everything. There would be times when you and Neteyam would take Tuk out exploring in the forest, though you three never really went too far from home, to her it seemed as if you guys were miles away.

You liked it when you could take your siblings out to the forest with Neteyam, it was fun. All of you would challenge each other to see who could climb the highest, it always came down to you and Neteyam and it varied each time who would win out of the two of you. Sometimes it would be races and little Tuk would get frustrated being last each time so you and your siblings would purposely slow down so she could win one time. Other times, you would find places to sit down and talk about how your father came from a star and the battles him and your mother fought.

Soon you and Neteyam had to choose an Ikran. Neteyam went first, he had made it seem so easy as he managed to make the bond with his Ikran rather quickly. However, as you were watching him, you noticed another Ikran behind his, one that looked identical to his. Just by looking at how similar the patters and colours were, you wondered if that Ikran would choose you. You had made eye contact with the other Ikran and it opened its mouth to let out a screech at you. “Quick, looks like that once chose you.” Your father whispered to you, he was only standing right behind you, gently pushing you forward to win that Ikran over. “ Go get her odd socks.” You gave him a quick ‘really dad?’ look for the nickname but walked up to the ikran.

Now you were much closer to the Ikran, up close you could see just how identical the Ikran was to Neteyam’s, only difference being that it’s colours were ever so slightly darker. You struggles a bit longer than Neteyam did but you were soon able to make the bond. You could feel the adrenaline run through your veins as you told your Ikran to fly. Naturally, it flew straight down, you panicked and quickly told your Ikran to fly back up. As you flew back up you could hear your parents cheering you and your brother on. Once your Ikran levelled out, you caught up to Neteyam and the two of you flew together for a bit before being joined by Kiri who also got her Ikran a couple minutes later. Soon, Lo’ak and your parents caught up to you three and your whole family flew together back home.

While growing up, you guys were often visited by Spider, a human boy who was left here since he was too small to go back. He would play with you guys as kids but once you grew up, you weren’t as close since you didn’t really get the time to spend much time playing, as did Neteyam. This meant that your younger siblings got closer to Spider much more than you and your twin brother did. This only was because both you and Neteyam were the Olo’eyktan’s eldest children, it could be either one of you that become the next clan leader. Not only that, but your father was Toruk Makto. This meant that the two of you had much more to live up to.

However, just to escape all the responsibilities, sometimes you would go flying on your ikran on the rare day off, often joined by your twin brother. The two of you would go flying and fly for a few hours, always being back home before eclipse. There was this one time lo’ak joined you two and the three of you tried showing off all the cool tricks you could do with your ikran while flying, your younger brother nearly fell off trying to do a flip. Once you and Neteyam made sure he was safe, you both couldn’t help but laugh. Lo’ak felt embarrassed but a small smile was ghosting his face as he heard the two of you laugh, he knew you both were stressed the past few days and was happy to hear you both enjoy yourselves. Even though he often acts like a headache, he does care about his older brother and sister.

Though both you and Tuk were similar it often led to small arguments where you get told off in the end because you were significantly older than her. For example, Tuk looked up to Neteyam a lot while growing up and saw him as another father figure. This meant that if she could she would spend time with him whenever. This included stealing him away when he was spending time with his other siblings. “Tuk I know he is your favourite but you can’t steal him whenever you want you know.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes I can! Come on Neteyam!” She tugged on his arm.

“No you can’t” You held onto his other arm, the two of you had been pretty busy the last two days and you had decided on going out to fly. You already were pretty annoyed to start with and Tuk was just fuelling your annoyance right now.

“Guys, how about you don’t pull my arms off-”

“I am his little sister, he has to come with me.” Tuk argued with you.

“I was his sister before you were!” You argued back.

Unfortunately, even though Neteyam promised to spend time with her later, Tuk threatened to tell your mother that you were leaving her out You were even more annoyed and Neteyam did give you an apologetic smile before he was dragged away by your little sister. You sighed to yourself and went off to go do whatever Lo’ak and his friends were doing. (Tuk did apologise later though, Neteyam probably talked her into doing it.)

You remember this one time you found a particularly pretty rock when heading back home from training one day. You thought that you could turn it into a necklace. So then for the next few days, just before you are meant to go to sleep you would dedicate some of your time to work on that necklace. You added some coloured beads to it too. Once you had finished it you held it up in your hands to admire it. The sunlight shined through the opaque rock and let out a orange pool of light to spill out from it. “That looks beautiful. Did you make that?” You heard your sister speak behind you. You turn around to look at Kiri. You smile and nod. She sits down besides you, getting a closer look at the necklace you made. You smile and go to put the necklace on her. “Here, I want to see how it would look on you.” You tell her. She smiles back at you and watches you put the necklace around her neck. It shines around her neck. “You look pretty.” You compliment her. She smiles again and thanks you for it, moving her hands up to remove it and give it back to you. You stop her and tell her that she can keep it. You don’t wear necklaces anyway. She thanks you again. giving you a tight hug before going to continue on with her day. You always saw her wearing the necklace and never saw her without it. You would smile each time you saw it around her neck.

Like you when you were younger, Tuk would often disappear while exploring on her own. This meant you and your siblings would have create a little search party amongst yourselves to quickly find her before your parents find out and give you an earful of how irresponsible you are. One time you found her looking at a baby ikran from afar. You put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at you. “When can I get my own ikran?” She asked you. “When you are ready and being ready doesn’t mean disappearing whenever you feel like it.” You gently scold her. She gives you a sheepish grin and looks back at the baby ikran wobble over to its mother who busies herself eating. “Come on, lets go back and tomorrow I’ll take you flying on my ikran.” She gasps in excitement and the two of you go back home, talking about the future and how she will beat you at flying with her future ikran.

While Neteyam and Lo’ak would go with your parents with the war party as spotters, you would go with a group of hunters who would hunt food for the whole clan. Though you weren’t with your siblings or parents while hunting, you had plenty of friends so you never felt lonely. In fact, you quite liked hunting and your aim with the arrow got far better each time, being able to hit your target from much father distances and even with a few objects in the way, you still managed to hit your prey. You ever learnt a few new tricks with your ikran. Over time, you became one of the best hunters among your age of Navi. There was something about flying in with your ikran, pulling out your bow and arrow to hit your target, watching your arrow hit your prey fight where it kills them that makes you start to breath a little harder. You get an adrenaline rush each time but you always wanted more. You wanted an actual fight. Though you never told anyone this, you did try to convince your father to allow you to join your brothers as spotters. He agreed and the first time you joined them you gave in to lo’ak’s idea of joining the fight while Neteyam would roll his eyes at the two of you. You and lo’ak got told off by Jake later that day. Since that day, you were only allowed to join your brothers as spotters if absolutely necessary.

Over dinner, you would talk with your siblings about your day, Neteyam and Lo’ak going over what they saw at spotters, you talking about how hunting went and what new hunting tack ticks you discovered, Kiri complaining how your grandmother wouldn’t listen to her when she kept saying how one type of medicine is much better than the current one they use and Tuk would talk about how she found a baby bird in the forest.

You liked how everything was. Each day was exciting, there was always so much to do. You prayed to Ewya that everything would stay the same. Though there was that uncertainty in the future about who would take over your father, you or Neteyam and you were sure that when the time comes, it won’t be so easy to decide but that is for the future you to worry about. Right now, you decided to enjoy what you have.

It was often your two brothers that would come back wounded from being spotters, even though they aren’t meant to actually be involved in the fighting but there were times when the hunt would be particularly rough, causing you to injure yourself. Whenever this would happen you would walk over to wherever Kiri happened to be, which was usually by your family tent. She would patch you up while teasingly scolding you. Sometimes Neteyam or Lo’ak would be there with you and she would actually scold them. You would lightly laugh at the sight, joining Kiri in telling your brothers off. “Hey, you’re injured too. Kiri why don’t you tell her off for a change.” Lo’ak would complain. You would stick your tongue out at him, telling him that you aren’t in here for medical attention as much as he is. You do worry about your brothers coming back hurt more than you but at the end of the day, you can’t do much since you aren’t always there with them. You are told to go hunting while they go to other places where violence is always a threat.

(Jake doesn’t let you go bc he knows you’d be worse than Lo’ak when it comes to resisting the urge to join the fight. So he makes you go hunting instead. Though those one off times where you do join them, he has to keep an eye out for you and Lo’ak and Neteyam, the poor boy, has twice the amount of idiots to look out for.)

(Also if Jake ever wants to talk to you through the throat microphone he would say your code name is ‘odd socks’)

(You roll your eyes each time he says that.)

(I’m gonna have to make a pt.2)

(bye bye)

You can read pt.2 here

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submissivesubonly · 7 days

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 months

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Note: request by @andakth. eeek thank you!! I hope you will like this! And to all readers: always feel free to like, reblog and let me know what you thought 🖤

Warnings: angst, hints of suicidal tendencies/destructive behaviour, mention of alcohol, heartbreak, and few degrading insults.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You had been planning a surprise party for your boyfriend, Sihtric, except he thought you were seeing someone else, as you became secretive and distant.

Word count: 5.5k

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'Tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

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'No, no,' you giggled quietly, 'he's not suspecting a thing, I swear. Did you send the invitations to everyone? Okay, good! Thanks! I know. I can't wait to see his face on his birthday. But I should hang up now before he wonders why I'm out in the garden again at night. Yes, bye, bye!'

You opened the backdoor, walking in as nonchalantly as you could and sunk into the couch, next to your boyfriend.

'What were you doing?' Sihtric asked and pulled you closer. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

'Nothing.'

An awkward silence fell, which rarely happened between the two of you in all those 6 years of being together.

'You've been on your phone a lot lately, no?' he chuckled lightly.

'And?' you frowned.

'Well, it's… I mean… just… nevermind. Are we still on for our date night tomorrow?'

Every month you and Sihtric always had at least one date night. In between work, family and friends, it was sometimes tough to spend some quality time together, and the last thing you wanted was for your relationship to become boring. You'd go do something you both liked and it always ended with some hot and steamy sex afterwards. Tomorrow you'd have dinner at your favourite restaurant, then on to see a newly released movie, which Sihtric picked, and after the movie, or perhaps during the movie if it was boring, you'd make sweet love to him.

'Of course,' you smiled and raked your fingers through his long hair.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

Suddenly your phone blew up with messages, and you quickly locked your screen when Sihtric tried to see who it was.

'Who's texting this late? It's nearly midnight.'

'Oh, it's… some group chat I got dragged into. But hey, I'm going to bed. You joining, babe?'

Sihtric gave you a confused look and felt something was off. You usually never hid your phone from him, but he noticed you did it a lot the past few weeks, and he knows you hate group chats so much, you always leave them immediately. That, and the fact you had been making a lot of phone calls late at night was making him feel uneasy. Sihtric tried to shake the feeling each day and blamed it on him just being tired from another day's work. But he just knew you were keeping something from him.

'I'll come up after I finish my drink.'

'Okay,' you smiled and leaned in to him, tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and trailed your fingers slowly over his cheek to his chin, pushing up slightly to kiss his lips, 'good night, handsome. I love you.'

'Good night, honey, love you too.'

'You better,' you grinned, 'don't stay up too late.'

*************

You: babe I'm so sorry

You: we have to cancel date night :(

You: I suddenly have to work longer tonight

Sihtric: for real?

Sihtric: babyyyyyy

Sihtric: :(

You: I'm so sorry sweetie I promise I'll make it up

Sihtric: what time are you off? We can still get a drink maybe?

Shit, you thought, he's not letting it go easy. You didn't have to work overtime, but Uhtred texted you and wrote it was urgent, as it was for Sihtric's surprise party in two weeks. Sihtric loved this fancy Asian place downtown, and Finan had just found out that, if you paid enough, they'd do catering at home, but it needed to be decided tonight if you wanted to get it all fixed in time.

You: I'm sorry babe but I don't know. There's some issues with the computers… data is lost and all that

Sihtric: for fuck sakes :'(

Sihtric: well… text me when you're done okay? I don't want you taking the bus back home late at night, I'll come pick you up

You: ohh, my private driver makes an appearance again?

Sihtric: I'll give you a private ride later, and I'm not talking about my car baby

You: you're already driving me wild ;)

Sihtric: … you just killed the mood

You giggled and kicked your feet stupidly. He still had that effect on you after all those years. And you knew for a fact that Sihtric was laughing out loud back home now, he loved your stupid puns. And god, how you loved that boy. You were both simply smitten, from the start all up until now, it was probably sickening to some people.

You hated having to cancel your night with Sihtric, but you knew he was going to lose his mind when his birthday arrived. You, Finan, Uhtred and Osferth had been planning a surprise party for months already, but now that date got closer, it started to become trickier to get things done. Uhtred had arranged the invitations and sent them out to everyone, Finan had looked into the food, and you were making sure to get a deal with that restaurant tonight, while Osferth had been using his connections to get a good dj to play at the party for a decent price. You were in charge of the decorations and simply the person to contact if anyone had a question. It had been hard to keep it hidden from Sihtric, making you a little more secretive and even distant at times as there was so much to take care of, and last night was a close call when he almost saw the group chat.

***************

The meeting at the restaurant had taken up most of the night. By the time you were done it was already past midnight and you knew Sihtric would be asleep already, so you didn't bother to take your phone out to text him. Therefore you also had no idea Sihtric had been texting and calling you for a few hours already. Uhtred insisted on driving you home and dropped you off at the corner of your street. You locked the front door behind you and tried to be as quiet as possible, so you wouldn't wake up Sihtric.

'Where have you been?'

Sihtric's low voice startled you and you dropped your keys. The house was completely dark so you expected him in bed.

'Fuck! Babe, you scared the hell out of me! Why are you sitting in the dark?'

You chuckled lightly at your scare while kicking your shoes off and switched on a light.

'You didn't answer my question.'

You didn't recognize the look on his face or the tone in his voice. And to be honest, it frightened you a little. Sihtric was always impressive looking. Tall, muscular, a neck tattoo and a few finger tattoos, a couple of scars graced his stunning face and all that combined with his dark, shoulder length, permanently messy looking hair made him the typical handsome mysterious guy. But you knew about his troubled past and also knew Sihtric was self destructive if he'd spiral out of control. Since he got together with you it had overall had gone really well. But you couldn't place the energy he gave you right now and it worried you.

'Sihtric, are you okay?'

'You tell me.'

'H-have you been drinking?' you asked cautiously as you walked over to him.

'Answer my fucking question!' he suddenly snapped, for the first time in all those years he raised his voice at you in anger.

'Sihtric, what the hell is going on wi-'

'I called your work an hour ago,' he interrupted, awfully calm again and your stomach dropped, 'they told me you weren't there and that you didn't work any overtime tonight. So I texted and I called you, worried sick about your whereabouts,' he scoffed, 'and you didn't answer, or even read anything. And then you show up out of nowhere, in the middle of the night, perfectly happy.'

'Babe, I… I went for a drink with the boys,' you half lied.

Sihtric nodded and clicked his tongue, 'while you were supposed to go out with me? Okay.'

He got up from the couch and walked past you, not even looking into your eyes and he said, 'your boss also told me you haven't worked any overtime at all these past few weeks.' And he made his way upstairs.

'Sihtric, I'm sorry, I-' you got interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed shut loudly.

************

You expected that the next day would be better, Sihtric just had to sleep it off. He could never stay mad at you, even if this was the angriest he had been with you.

It was Saturday morning when the sun woke you up. You felt Sihtric was still in bed so, as usual, you nestled against his side and pecked his cheek sleepily to wake him up. Sihtric loved it when you did that, always humming softly with a smile on his face when you planted soft kisses all over him before you dozed off in his arms again.

'Hey, pretty boy,' you whispered when he blinked sleepily, and you wrapped an arm around him to get closer, but he quickly brushed your arm away and abruptly got out of bed.

'Baby?' you called after him, half awake, 'where are you going? It's still early and it's the weekend. Want you in bed with me, love.'

Sihtric never replied and stomped down the stairs. You didn't understand, but quickly dozed off again.

When you went downstairs, hours later, you found Sihtric asleep on the couch. You frowned at the sight of your breathtaking man, but figured that maybe he just couldn't sleep anymore when you had kissed him awake so he had gone downstairs, only to still be taken by sleep. You woke him up when you had made him breakfast, which he reluctantly seemed to eat as he sat across from you at the kitchen table. Another sign that something was wrong, because Sihtric loved it when you made him breakfast, yet now he could barely swallow it down.

'Honey, what is going on?'

'Nothing,' he said curtly.

'Babe, you haven't been yourself-'

Sihtric spooked you as he smashed his cup down on the wooden table, and you looked at him with big eyes.

'Uhtred said he never saw you last night,' he spat.

'what?'

'Finan said he never saw you last night.'

You felt your cheeks heat up as he spoke. Obviously he had asked the boys if they had seen you last night, as it was odd for you to grab a drink with them without inviting Sihtric, and naturally, the boys had denied seeing you as they thought he was suspecting something about the surprise party. So they all made up alibis and covered up their meeting with you at the restaurant. And both alibis you had given Sihtric, where now known as lies to him.

'And, guess what,' Sihtric chuckled lightly but insincere, 'Osferth said he never saw you either.'

He sat back and tilted his head slightly, licking his lips as he crossed his arms and stared at you, waiting for another lie to come out of your mouth. You contemplated telling him the truth, but you were so close to his birthday now, you didn't want to ruin everything you had all worked on for so long. He would get over this in a day or two.

'What are you trying to say, Sihtric?'

'Where were you last night?'

'I already told you.'

'No,' he raised his voice, 'tell me where you were last night and with who. I will not ask you again!'

'Are you accusing me of something here?'

You watched Sihtric suddenly get up. He took his car keys and slipped on his shoes, then he slammed the front door behind him without saying another word. You sat shocked and bewildered in your quiet home and you immediately texted the three men.

You: guys, serious fucking problem here

You: Sihtric found out both reasons I gave him for not being home last night are a lie

Finan: aye I thought it was odd he asked us if we had seen you

Uhtred: what did he say?

Osferth: I'm sorry… I didn't know you told him you had a drink with us

You: no it's not your fault, I never expected Sihtric to become suspicious enough to ask you guys

You: but he has been pissed off since last night

You: he just stormed out the door

Finan: he just texted me

Finan: forwarded message:

Sihtric: are you home? I need a fucking drink.

You: fuck…

Finan: what did you tell him?

You: nothing, I couldn't come up with another lie…

Uhtred: Finan, let us know what he says. We can't let this spiral out of control.

Osferth: I think we just have to be honest to him…

Uhtred: no!

Finan: no!!!!!

You: I considered it but we're so close to the party…

Uhtred: we have to keep this up for a few more days, okay?

You: I agree. Please keep an eye on him, Finan, text me if there's something I need to know.

Osferth: okay, but it doesn't feel right

Finan: not a word to Sihtric! And I will keep you updated lady

*************

Finan had informed everyone that Sihtric hadn't said a single things about his struggle with you. Sihtric claimed he needed a drink because work had been stressing him out, and when Finan left the pub, Sihtric left with him and he swore he saw Sihtric get into his car, sober enough to drive as he only had one beer. You all sighed in relief. It was probably not as bad as you feared it was and you weren't really worried about him when he didn't show up after Finan told you he had left the pub over an hour ago already. You assumed he had gone for a walk near the river, which he often did to clear his head. But when it was already after dinner time, and he still wasn't home, you tried to call him. When he didn't answer, you texted him.

You: hey love, coming home soon?

Hours passed and you were simply left on read. You were about to go to bed, feeling slightly sick because you couldn't shake the feeling things were not okay, until Sihtric suddenly got home.

'Sihtric?' you jumped up from the couch, 'where have you been? I was so worried about you, babe.'

He didn't look at you and then you saw the state he was in. Completely drunk, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol and he simply looked like shit, albeit still handsome. But then you wondered how the hell he got home.

'Hey… hey, did you drive home like this?' you asked firmly, but he ignored you, 'Sihtric!'

'No!' he snarled, struggling to take off his shoes before he stumbled up the stairs, barely able to stand on his legs, he climbed into bed, not even bothering to change his clothes before he passed out. Tonight you slept on the couch. And you slept separately for a few more days after that.

***************

There were only 2 days left until the party now, and the past few days had been a struggle. You both had been working during the day and only saw each other during dinner. Or at least, you hoped. Sihtric had no desire to eat with you, so each evening he took his plate and ate in front of the tv. Whenever you joined him he would simply ignore you and he barely spoke to you. And you had enough of it.

'We're going to talk about this now.'

'There's nothing to talk about,' he huffed.

'Clearly there is!'

'If you want to talk, you can call your lover or whoever the fuck you've been texting and calling day and night. Don't think I never noticed how you're on your phone when you thought I was asleep. I hear you giggle and whisper in the garden at night, and you became distant around the same time too. I'm not a fucking idiot.'

'I'm sorry, what? You… you don't actually think I'm… I'm cheating or something? Babe, after all these years?' You were heartbroken at his accusation, and you wanted to come clean so badly but it was only two more sleeps. Two more mornings until he'd understand it all.

'I don't even care if you are seeing someone else,' he shrugged, but clearly hurt, 'if my cock's not good enough for you anymore then go, leave, find someone else.'

'You… you got this all wrong.'

'Stop being such a lying bitch!' Sihtric suddenly yelled.

You teared up as he broke in tears and he sprinted up the stairs, only to storm out the door several minutes later, once again without saying another word to you.

************

You: Sihtric, please, come back home! Why did you take most of your clothes?! Where are you??????

You: I swear it's not what you think

You: I promise you will understand it soon

Sihtric: I understand it perfectly clear

You: babe where are you?!

Sihtric: far away from you love

Sihtric: so don't worry about me

Sihtric: you can do your thing now baby

Sihtric: go whore around like you've been doing already

Sihtric: enough men will enjoy a pretty little thing like you

Sihtric: so have fun baby girl because I'm done

Sihtric: we're done.

You: Sihtric no please listen

Sihtric: don't ever fucking text me again.

You: SIHTRIC

You: NO WAIT!!!

You: BABY CALL ME!!! PLEASE!!

Your hands were shaking and then you suddenly saw your last message was not delivered: you had been blocked. You called Uhtred as you sobbed uncontrollably, but he barely understood you on the phone so he said he'd come over.

***************

'He left me!' you sobbed as you nearly fell in Uhtred's arms.

'What?'

'He broke up with me, he t-took his clothes and he- he blocked my number,' you broke down again and couldn't get out another word.

'Sihtric broke up with you?! Why?'

'He- he thinks I'm cheating…'

'What? No! Fuck!'

Uhtred sat you down on your couch and called Sihtric, putting him on speaker so you could hear him too.

'Uhtred?' Sihtric's voice sounded hoarse, clearly he had been crying.

'Sihtric, where are you?'

'On my way to Finan… if he's home.'

'You come back home, now. Right now, Sihtric,' Uhtred said sternly, 'what the hell are you thinking? Breaking up with you girl? For what?'

'She's fucking cheating on me, Uhtred!' his voice made you cry again, you had never heard him sound this broken and angry before, but you kept as quiet as possible.

'No, Sihtric, go home and meet me there. Now!'

'No! I never have to see that bitch again!'

'You better get back here or I will beat the shit out of you when I find you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Sihtric! Listen to me!' Uhtred yelled at his phone, 'she has been talking and texting these past few weeks with me! She's planning a surprise party for your birthday, you fucking idiot!'

Silence. Which lasted for seconds and you held your breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked.

'She's been organising a surprise party for you. Of course she couldn't tell you who she was calling with. And we had to call that late at night in the hopes you would be asleep or simply not notice it!'

'You called her?'

'He did!' you suddenly yelled out, 'baby, please! Come back!' you cried.

'Oh. Oh, he's with you now?' Sihtric's voice became slightly higher, mocking as he felt betrayed, 'you've been calling and texting one of my best friends behind my back?'

'What?!' you yelled.

'For your party!' Uhtred shouted.

'Yeah, sure. Okay. Hey, have fun together, yeah? Go fuck yourselves.'

Sihtric broke the connection and you looked at Uhtred in disbelief.

'He thinks you're… cheating with me?' Uhtred said, shocked, not knowing what to do.

You started sobbing again and Uhtred called Finan, who immediately came over to your home. In all the confusion and stress Uhtred forgot to mention that Sihtric was on his way to Finan. So when Sihtric rang Finan's doorbell, no one opened up. Then he went to Osferth, who hadn't seen the groupchat yet which explained what was going on, and he happily let Sihtric in.

'She's been cheating?'

'With Uhtred!' Sihtric said as he downed another few shots. He couldn't numb himself fast enough, and Osferth had all kinds of alcohol for that.

'Uhtred?' Osferth frowned, confused. Osferth was a good guy, but a little naive, he had no idea this was all connected to the surprise party, and he genuinely thought you were cheating on Sihtric for amoment.

'The bitch,' Sihtric spat, 'I gave her everything! Everything! My entire fucking heart. My life. And she just… Fuck!' he kicked Osferth's table in anger, causing the tiny, empty liquor bottles to fall over, and he broke down in tears. 'I don't know what to do,' Sihtric cried, face buried in his hands, 'I love her so much. I can't seem to breathe… I can't fucking breathe without her. I lost everything… it's… I just want to die.'

'No, no,' Osferth said quickly, wrapping his arms around Sihtric's shocking shoulders, 'you… you have to talk to her. She… she loves you. I don't understand.'

'I just want to fucking die,' Sihtric cried in Osferth's arms.

*************

'Are ye fucking joking?' Finan said, bewildered once he heard the whole story from you and Uhtred. He took out his phone and called Sihtric.

'Yeah?' Sihtric picked up, clearly drunk.

'Sihtric! Ye come back home, now. This has been a misunderstanding.'

'Y-you're with… with the t-traitor and that.. That w..whore?' he slurred heavily.

'Aye, ye bastard! No one's cheating on ye!'

'Sihtric, come home, please!' you yelled.

'Are you with.. With them, Fin? Are… you defending them?' Sihtric chuckled drunk, 'oh… oh you're fu--fucking her too, huh?' Sihtric giggled, 'I knew it… you… you fucking… Irish..fucking…prick,' he belched, 'fuck…. youuuu! And fuck that stupid bitch! And fuck.. Fuck all of you!'

'No, ye donkey!' Finan snarled, 'we're planning a surp-

'Hey, hey, Osferth!' Sihtric slurred to his friend next to him, 'Finan's …do…doing her too!' he laughed.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred snapped.

But Sihtric hung up.

*************

'I'm going over to Osferth,' you sniffled, 'he has to be at his place.'

'No, it will cause more harm,' Uhtred warned you.

'Aye, he's drunk as hell, there's no talking with him now. Let him sober up.'

*********

'What? Finan?' Osferth frowned.

'I… I could've known… I saw a group chat… she's in a groupchat with all of them.'

'A group chat?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, nearly cross eyed from the amount of alcohol in his system, 'I bet it's… a group fuck… Osferth?'

'Yes?'

'Are you in- in that chat?'

'What?'

'Are y-you… fucking her… her too?'

Suddenly poor Osferth made the connection. Sihtric had seen the late night group texts from the birthday chat.

'Oh, heavens. Sihtric, you need to sleep.'

'I need to die,' Sihtric chuckled, which slowly faded into a pained expression and a trembling lip. Sihtric pushed his hands in his hair and started to cry, 'I feel so fucking empty. My heart hurts… my… my chest aches so much and I can't breathe. I don't… I don't want to live like this.'

'Go sleep this off, we will talk tomorrow.'

Osferth helped Sihtric over to his couch, and he waited until he was sure Sihtric was asleep. Then he took out his own phone.

Osferth: Sihtric is asleep on my couch

Osferth: he thinks you're all sleeping together

Finan: fucking dickhead he is

Uhtred: what did you tell him?

You: is he okay? Please tell me if he is okay? Is he hurt?

Osferth: well he's heartbroken, so I suppose he is hurt…

You: please keep an eye on him, Osferth, I don't know what he is capable of right now…

Osferth: and I didn't tell him anything

Osferth: I actually only just made the connection myself

Osferth: he thinks this group chat is just a chat to have group… sex

You: what!?

Uhtred: does he know you're in it?

Osferth: no…

Finan: that explains why he thinks this is a sex group chat

Finan: he wouldn't think so anymore if ye told him you're in it

Osferth: prick

You: guys shut the fuck up

You: I need Sihtric back… I can't live without him

Uhtred: Finan and I are staying over here tonight, you get Sihtric here as soon as he wakes up!

Osferth: I will, I promise.

***********

Sihtric had woken up around noon, with a huge hangover. Osferth told him to shower and put on some clean clothes while he would make something to eat. Reluctantly, Sihtric did as he was told. In the shower he remembered bits and pieces of the previous day, and he started crying his heart out. When he joined Osferth at his kitchen table, he sniffled as he fought his nonstop tears.

'I am driving you over after you eat, you need to talk to her. And eat!'

'I can't face her,' Sihtric said, barely louder than a whisper, wiping away a tear as another already rolled down, 'I can't even think of her. It hurts too much. I… I thought,' he let out a sob, 'I was going to propose after my birthday.'

'And you still will!' Osferth said, 'you will talk to her, and I promise you, everything will be fine. You just need to listen and hear us out.'

'Please don't make me see her,' he cried softly, 'don't do that to me.'

'Eat!'

*********

You had barely slept. You sat on the couch, Finan and Uhtred were in the kitchen making lunch. Your doorbell rang and you jumped up. You opened the door and the hope on your face of seeing Sihtric slipped off like a mask. It was the Asian catering, 5 chefs strong with an insane amount of food loaded in their truck. The party wouldn't start until 6 in the evening, but it was a task to prepare all the food, so the deal was they'd arrive around noon to set everything up and prep.

'Oh, dear god,' you murmured. Uhtred and Finan came running, thinking it was Sihtric, and they froze at the sight of the cooks. You couldn't turn them away now, you had paid a lot of money for it and you had to eat something after all. Make the most of it.

***********

Osferth couldn't stand Sihtric's whining anymore.

'Everything is so dark today,' Sihtric sniffled, 'even the weather. As if the sun has left us, because he fell in love with another planet and wanted to warm her.'

Osferth rolled his eyes. Sihtric was like a heartbroken poet, and a bad one at that.

'My heart is as empty as my casket, which is expecting my broken soul soon,' he sniffled again, 'I feel as if she was a rose. The prettiest rose in the garden. And by her beauty I was blinded, and didn't see her thorns. Until I found myself bleeding, completely empty, for she had stung me.'

'Jesus Christ, Sihtric, enough!' Osferth groaned, 'Listen!'

And so Osferth explained everything, showing him the group chat, showing him the texts with the dj, everything. He wanted Sihtric to hear it all from you, but he simply couldn't hear another word out of Sihtric's mouth.

***********

Osferth: I told him everything

You: what?! What did he say?

Osferth: I wanted him to hear it from you but he wouldn't shut up and kept crying

You: oh no my poor baby

Finan: great, ye got her crying too now….

Osferth: I'm sorry… I will be over within an hour

Uhtred: with Sihtric?

Finan: Osferth??????

You: will Sihtric come along??

Uhtred: Osferth?!

Osferth had already locked his phone again as he got distracted by Sihtric, who asked with a trembling voice and trembling hands how on earth you could unblock a number.

*******

Sihtric: baby!

Sihtric: I'm so sorry!! I love you!!!

Sihtric: please answer me please!!

Sihtric: I've been so fucking stupid baby please answer me!!!

You didn't have your phone on you as you had 5 chefs running around your house and garden who asked where they could set everything up. You explained to them that there wouldn't be a party anymore, but that they were free to prepare everything, as it was paid for already. They frowned but continued with their work. To your shock, the DJ also arrived to set his stuff up, and he was too busy to hear you out and you felt like crying. Again. Which you did. Until the doorbell rang again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you opened the door.

'Osferth?' you sobbed.

'Oh, sweetheart,' Osferth mumbled when he saw the state you were in, 'I-'

'Baby!' Sihtric shouted, desperately and in tears as he shoved Osferth aside, mid sentence, to run up to you and pull you in his arms.

'Sihtric!' you cried, your face buried in his chest as you clung onto him.

'I'm so sorry, babe, I'm so fucking sorry. Osferth told me everything this morning and showed me all the texts. I feel so stupid. I'm so sorry, for everything I've said and done.'

'I'm sorry too,' you sobbed, 'I didn't see how upset you were, I just ignored it. Simply because I was selfish and didn't want to spoil my surprise for you. I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much.'

You pulled back to look into his red and teary eyes. Sihtric cupped your cheeks with his trembling hands and panic kissed you all over your face.

'I love you. So fucking much. I… I don't deserve it but… p-please, will you take me back, my love?'

'Sihtric,' you sniffled, taking his face in your hands, 'as far as I'm concerned we never broke up. You weren't thinking straight, you were drunk and I was hiding all this from you. You're still mine. You have always been mine. I never want to sleep another night with you.'

'Neither do I,' Sihtric said and he pecked your lips quickly in between words, 'I'm so sorry. I love you, baby, I love you so much.'

'I love you too,' you chuckled lightly through your tears and kissed his lips.

Finan and Uhtred had also made their way to the door and watched how you kissed each other as if you had been separated for a lifetime.

'I'm glad this is solved,' Finan whispered to Uhtred, 'but I won't lie… it was nice to see them not devouring each other for once, aye?'

Uhtred snorted and poked Finan with his elbow as a warning. Then both men cleared their throats, to which you reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to look at them.

'Are we good?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, who kept an arm circled around you and he held his hand out to Uhtred. Uhtred smiled and accepted the gesture.

'We're good,' Sihtric said, 'and I'm sorry. Finan?'

'Aye?'

'Are we good?'

'That depends. Ye going to call me an Irish fucking prick again?'

'That depends,' Sihtric smiled. Finan pulled him in for a hug, squeezing you as well and quickly Uhtred and Osferth joined in.

'I think we should add Sihtric to the group chat and change the title to group hug,' you said.

All men laughed at your joke and decided to give you a moment with Sihtric, to really talk things out. You thanked them and took Sihtric upstairs to talk in private.

And you talked. You talked for at least an hour to clear everything up and to understand each other's feelings. And shortly after that, Sihtric had pulled you in bed with him, where he was quick to remove your clothes as you took off his. And you made love. Gentle, sweet and slow love, savouring every inch of each other with your lips. And then you cuddled. You kissed each other endlessly, everywhere you possibly could. Until you had both recovered, and went for another round. And this time you couldn't call it love making. This time you simply fucked. You fucked hard, rough, passionate and loud, like wild animals.

And when you were done, you once again cuddled, kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other until you both recovered and got dressed again. And completely oblivious, and blinded by love, you walked down the stairs, Sihtric behind you as he held your hand, and you both got the biggest scare of your lives when suddenly your entire living room was filled with friends and family as they jumped up and shouted 'surprise!'.

There would be a party after all.

And Sihtric couldn't believe you had put this all together, and even cried with happiness when he got to eat his favourite dish from his favourite restaurant. Everyone got drunk, except for you and Sihtric. You had to make sure no one would grab their car keys while drunk, and Sihtric couldn't stand the idea of alcohol anymore after his hangover earlier that day. You both danced all night, his hands never left your body and your lips were almost constantly pressed on his skin. You danced until your legs hurt, completely sober and completely drunk in love.

And many years later, you'd tell this story to your children, every year on your husband's birthday. You'd both laugh about it when you recall the memory, and ever since that day, it became a tradition to have sex twice on the night of his birthday.

And every year Sihtric would tell you that undressing you was more exciting than unwrapping any of the presents he had received earlier that day.

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hi my baby <3 can you write something with bucky that’s like “we’re mad at each other but still care” or they have an argument and reader feels bad and tries to make it up to him, or something like that your writing is just so so so beautiful 💝

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pairing: bucky x reader

warning: angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of roofie

a/n: hi my love, thank you so much for sending this in and thank you so much for your sweet kind words, i hope you enjoy this <33 i was in dire need of some fluff and angst today hahah 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You rarely ever argued with Bucky, and if you ever did, he was too soft on you to say much. He would let you win every time, just wanting to see your beautiful smile again. He hated seeing you upset, and he couldn't stand it when you cried. Maybe that's why he's always been protective of you. However, after what happened last month, he had been a bit overprotective.

Somebody had spiked your drink at the club when you went there for a friend's birthday. Bucky was so scared when your friends called him to tell him what happened. They took you to the hospital because they didn't know what else to do. Thankfully, you were alright and nothing too bad happened, however, they never found the person who did that to you.

Ever since then, Bucky was extremely protective over you. Though at first you thought it was very sweet, I mean who wouldn't want their boyfriend to be protective over them and want to look after them. However, it was his overprotective tendencies that were starting to get to you. Bucky insisted on tagging along with you each time you wanted to go out with your friends for a girls night. You told him that it was supposed to be a girls night, and that it would be awkward with him there. He would quietly nod and eventually stop pestering you about it, but then you caught him sitting by the bar one time and found out that he would follow you guys there when you wouldn't let him come.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew how scared he was for you but you didn't appreciate being followed by him, and neither did your friends. You decided you would only go out with them for girls night when you knew Bucky would be too distracted with something else to keep an eye on you.

You called Steve this morning and asked him to pick up Bucky for a boys night out tonight, and he reluctantly agreed. Bucky was a bit suspicious when Steve and Sam showed up at your doorstep but you encouraged him to go. You lied and said you had a lot of work to catch up on and he would just get bored sitting at home with you.

Once he was out the door, Natasha came over and you both started to get ready together. An hour later, you were at one of your favourite clubs with Natasha, Wanda, and a few of your other friends. A couple drinks later, you decided the group needed some shots and you generously got up to get them from the bar. You called out for the bartender, who was too busy helping somebody else at the moment.

You turned around, leaning against the bar as you waited, looking out at the dance floor. You tried to look around for your friends, but instead you saw Bucky talking to Sam and Steve in one of the booths. You squinted your eyes to make sure it was really them, and that's when Bucky looked over at you at the same time. You quickly turned back around to face the bar but it took him less than a minute to walk over to you angrily through the crowd.

"What the fuck? You lied to me!" Bucky hissed, grabbing your arm to make you turn back around to look at him.

You groaned in response, sick of being treated like someone who couldn't take care of themselves. You couldn't take it anymore. You decided to ignore him and turned back around, finally getting the bartender's attention. You ordered four shots of vodka, while trying to ignore Bucky's presence.

"Actually, she'll just have water." Bucky hissed at the bartender, who looked back at you to make sure you weren't too intoxicated.

You rolled your eyes and asked him for the shots again, while reaching for your wallet from your purse. Bucky sighed as the bartender handed you the four shots, and took out his wallet to pay for them instead.

"Thank you for the drinks, Buck. Have a good night." You muttered putting your wallet back in your purse before bringing the shots back to your table. You carried two shots in each hand, and slammed them all down at the table.

You noticed it was only Natasha at the table right now, and the others were off dancing. You handed her one of the shots, which she downed easily. You took one shot, and nearly cringed before picking up the other two shot glasses.

Natasha watched in amusement as you took the other two shots down a row. Normally, she would try to stop you and convince you to ease up on the drinks. However, after the night you've had, she knew you needed this. She had watched Bucky approach you at the bar, and she knew it wasn't good.

"What did he say?" She smirked, as you slumped down in your seat.

"Nothing important." You rolled your eyes, and looked back over at the bar. Bucky was still standing there, looking back at you. His face was no longer filled with anger though. He looked sad, and a bit embarrassed, which made you feel even worse, "Ugh Nat, I think I was too mean to him. Fuck, look at him, it's like kicking a lost puppy. Let's just go home please."

You felt bad for the way you handled the situation but there was no way you were about to go apologize to him. You needed to have a talk with him, but definitely not while you were this drunk. It needed to happen when you were both sober and thinking straight. Natasha picked up her phone and texted Wanda that you two were heading out before calling an Uber for both of you. You took one last look at Bucky, watching him walk back over to Steve and Sam, before you headed out of the club with Natasha.

Once you were home, Natasha helped you inside and got you to drink some water before she got an Uber home for herself. You were still feeling drunk but also hungry at the same time. You walked over to the kitchen to look for a midnight snack, and opened the refrigerator door. You looked inside and noticed there was a tray of brownies sitting there with a little note on the side.

You took the brownies out and put them down on the counter before picking up the note to read it.

I made these so you wouldn't try to burn my kitchen down while trying to make yourself a snack :)

Don't work too hard, genius, I love you - Bucky <3

For some reason, you couldn't help but start crying at the note. You looked over at the brownies and started crying even harder. It was such a simple gesture but it let you know that everything was going to be okay. He wasn't trying to be controlling these past few months, he was only doing those things because he was worried about you. Instead of trying to talk to him, you spent all day trying to get rid of him. You nearly fell to the floor, covering your face with shaking hands as you sobbed loudly.

You knew his approach may have been wrong but if you had just tried talking to him instead of shutting him out or getting angry and arguing with him, then maybe things wouldn't be so bad right now. Maybe you could even tell him how scared you were this past month. How terrified you were when you woke up in the hospital that night and found out what happened to you. Maybe you could tell him you were only pretending to be brave for him, when really you were absolutely terrified.

In the middle of your breakdown, you didn't hear the front door open. Bucky walked in with Steve and Sam following behind him, trying to apologize for lying to him. However, when they heard you crying they all rushed over to the kitchen. Bucky ran in first and quickly picked you up off the floor, shushing your cries and gently stroking your back.

"It's okay, it's alright, I'm here," Bucky mumbled over and over again, "You're okay, it's okay."

Though Bucky was merely trying to comfort you, you started to cry harder at his soothing words. It had been a rough month, and you didn't want to push him away anymore. You just wanted to be in his arms.

Steve looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if you were crying because you had gotten hurt in some way, while Sam reached grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Bucky, who tried to get you to drink from it. You just shook your head and held him even tighter. Bucky looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

When you looked up at him again though, Bucky just knew. He didn't know how but he knew you just needed him in that moment. Bucky quietly told Steve and Sam that they could leave before he carefully brought you over to the living room. Laying down with you on the couch, with you still in his arms, he muttered sweet nothings in your ear and watched over you as you eventually fell asleep.

Bucky knew you needed to talk about this, and soon you would but not tonight. Tonight was about you, and all he wanted to do was just hold you in his arms, and comfort you.

Everything was going to be okay, and he would make sure of it.

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