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n3llieelle · 1 year

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A fluffy fanfic where Leon is doing push-ups and you decided to sit on his back to make it harder pleaseeeee (he doesn’t even break a sweat lol). Love your fics! <3

This idea is very cute omfg I’m literally giggling and kicking my feet tbh, I can actually imagine this in my head…

Thank you for loving my fics and the support. 💋

I love u my lovely!! <3

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— Stormy Days

Pairings: Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: The reader waking up to Leon not being in the bed, but drops him a text to see where he is at and he is at the gym working out. The reader asks him if he wants her to bring him food and he says yes. (Basically thats where the request comes into play) NOT PROOF READ!

Cw. Just fluff and its just nothing besides Leon being the best boyfriend on the fucking planet. :)

Character Count: 9.8k

You woke up, as always, with the sensation of your body floating. This sensation, and your memories of last night's events were fuzzy at best. You knew you had been out drinking with friends from work, and that it was a Friday night.

So why was it still raining outside?

And how did you get back to your apartment building?

You didn’t remember going anywhere you were intoxicated with alcohol to the point where you had to be watched over, like some damsel in distress, and your boyfriend had to come to the rescue scopping you up in his arms like a princess taking you back to the car.

Driving home in the heavy downpour, he would hold you tenderly against him like you were a broken toy in need of repair. He would kiss your cheek when you asked for help getting out of the car, which he seemed more than happy to do. And even though you would feel bad about it later and tell him so, you would secretly admit that this memory of being held lovingly by your knight in shining armor really warmed your heart. Anyways that wasn’t the point.

You had awakened finding yourself in the empty bed.

There was no sign of your knight in shining amour of a man who had been there when you fell asleep. You wondered if he had left somewhere today —he did, and you checked that your purse was right next to the bed and the phone still sitting untouched on the nightstand. Picking up the phone and having texted him to see where he was, so that you can bring him food.

“Hey, love. wya rn?” Had been sent and read at 1:30pm.

*Leon sent one attatchment with image*

“At the gym, babe. Hope you like this. ;)” He replied back.

As you clicked on the image it’s him showing off his abs in the gym mirror, in a black compression shirt (of course with his shirt lifted just a bjt revealing his pack). His face was turned away so you couldn’t quite see it properly, but you could see the muscles rippling.

‘That's better than I expected,’ was all you said. As soon as you typed this, you hit send, but not before thinking to add a quick ‘Love you xo!’, It was a picture that you liked, because it showed his abs well in contrast with his hair —and the dimpled smile plastered on his face that he was obviously trying to hide.

You also thought of sending another message asking if he wanted you to bring him lunch, which he said yes to immediately after reading the text.

It was a nice way to spend an evening, especially considering you didn’t want to stay home alone. But now it was time to go out to see him. The last thing you needed to do was either decide to pick food up or make it yourself. If you chose to buy something for both of you to eat, there was no reason you should be this indecisive right now because either way he’d still appreciate both options. After making that decision, you decided to text him that you are on the way, meaning that you’re going to resort to just picking up food.

So grabbing some things from the kitchen, you grabbed your coat, put on your boots, and got ready to leave. You head to your car and started the engine. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that since you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, you need food first. With a shrug, you start driving to the closest restaurant you know Leon likes. You know he goes there every other week for lunch with the team.

It took a little while, but finally you found a parking spot. Walking into the building, your eyes scanned the room, odering it to go and paying. The food came out quickly than you imagined, yet it was starting to feel like a better day due to the fact you can leave a lot quicker to see him.

The gym was at least five minutes away , maybe ten. No problem there, then. When you left the restaurant, your next destination was nearing end, and you parked exited the vehicle , heading towards the front door. Just as you approached it, you could see Leon working out through the window and you were excited to see him.

Almost running inside, you place the bag of food next to him, as he is doing his pushups. “I brought food…” Your hand moved towards the bag, but stopped short at the last second, feeling a bit weird about the gesture. You looked at Leon and saw that his eyes were closed, his chest moving fast as he was pushing himself up and back down off the floor.

He looked good doing so…

He looked like a hero, to be exact.

“You won’t mind if I sit down would you?” You asked tentatively. Leon opened his eyes and glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not at all.” A small smirk made its way onto his lips. “You’re my guest. Sit down wherever you’d like.” You grinned mischievously sitting down on his back, as he continued to do his workout.

You could feel him tense up slightly from underneath you, then relax again, but it didn’t seem to be a problem that you were on him, however, he didn’t seem to break a sweat at all. He just kept doing what he was doing without breaking stride. After a minute you started to think he could do it forever, until he told you “Aright, I’m gonna need you to get off of me, princesses.” his words made your face flushed, when you got up off of him He stood up he wiped his forehead with a towel, then turned around to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “What? Why? Did you find something wrong with my form?” He laughed. Of course he wouldn’t have noticed if that you were blushing, but it was obvious due to the fact you were a tomato red.

“No, silly! Just wondering why you called me princess..” The way you spoke made your cheeks heat up even more. Leon smiled, “Well, I figured that since you’ve spent most of the weekend sleeping with me, I guess it only made sense to let you know you’re my princess.” He smiled. “Plus,” he chuckled, “It’s attached to me ever since you keep calling me your knight in shining armour.”

Your face brightened as you giggled. “I only thought to mean that you belonged to me.” You looked up at him as if your gaze could melt him. He chuckled. “You have been mine for quite sometime now, dear, you can hardly blame me for thinking so.” He finished smiling down at you, leaning down to press his lips briefly against yours.

After a short silence, you pulled away from him and said “Well, that’s not a fair tradeoff at all. I don’t want you claiming me because you’re stuck with me. I want you to claim me because we’re in love.” Leon raised his eyebrows at you. “Why did we ever choose to date each other?” He joked lightly.

“Well, it was either that or get married.” You joked. Leon bursted out laughing at your joke. “True. We do fit perfectly together, don't we?" He looked down at you and stroked your face softly. You nodded, smiling. Suddenly the sound of rain hitting the roof outside was heard. “Looks like it’s about to pour hard again. We’ll have to take home then.” He looked outside the window.

“Yeah...” You agreed sadly. “But I don’t wanna take home yet.” You pouted. “Oh… Well... we can eat our food first. Then we'll leave…” His voice sounded very reluctant, you realised as his eyes flickered away from your face. “Or we could do both. We’ll eat, then we’ll leave, then we’ll come back here later next week?” You suggested. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s hope that everything goes okay today. If it doesn’t, well then...” Leon trailed of. “Well, we’ll try and figure something else out.” He shrugged, giving a half smile.

“Let’s hope we’re not stuck waiting for hours.” You said, shaking your head. Leon hummed, agreeing. As you both ran towards the car with everything getting in the car, the sky seemed to darken significantly. It looked ominous. And as you drove along the road back home you knew that this would be one of those days, where everything seems to go wrong and there’s nothing that can fix it.

When the two of you arrived home, you dropped your bags on the ground before heading upstairs to grab a change of clothes from the bathroom. Leon sat down on the sofa and started watching tv as he waited. After a few moments, you came back downstairs and put a moive on, as you were about to binge and eat your food. You walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, taking a bite from your sandwich before you continued talking to him.

“So, how long do you think the rain will last?” You asked looking out the large front windows, seeing the heavy grey clouds outside. Leon glanced at his phone. “I’m not sure, princess. It looks like we’re going to get some pretty bad weather soon. We might have to call it early, and get some rest.” You nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

‘Hopefully we won’t get any storms tonight though. If we get a storm, I won’t be able tp sleep tonight…’ you sighed to yourself. As you ate, and watched the TV, and talked with Leon, time passed by quickly.

You had finished eating and you hadn’t really gotten much sleep so you ended up falling asleep laying on his chest, your head laid comfortably against his shoulder, your arms holding tightly onto his shirt as you slept, completely oblivious to the fact that you were wrapped in Leon’s arms. As you were slowly drifting off you felt Leon’s head ontop of yours, while he was asleep as well.

As you both fell asleep in a warm embrace, the rain never stopped pouring down and you woke up the following morning covered in a blanket, snuggled close to Leon’s body. You stretched your limbs lazily and yawned deeply. Once you felt the need to wake him up, you tried to move but suddenly he hugged you tighter and placed a soft kiss on top of your hair. “Mmmh…. good morning~.” You said, still half asleep. Leon groaned in response as his arm tightened around your waist. “Heyyy... I was hoping you’d stay a little longer with me....” you giggled quietly and placed another light kiss on top of his hair. Deciding to stay with him long, leading you both to falling back asleep in an extremely peaceful position.

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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Poetry and Rum

Charles Leclerc x reader

Requested:

Hi! Are you taking requests? If yes, then can you do one with Charles where the reader is a staff for the FIA but isn't allowed to interact with any of the drivers because of some dumb FIA rule. So she starts to send him poem as a secret admirer,Charles starts to like her too. Maybe one day someone learns of his secret admirer and lies about it to get together with him. He later learns the truth about the secret admirer and confesses to her. Angst and fluff☺. Thank you 😊

Summary: A secret note you never intended to send finds it way into Charles hands.

Warnings: Drinking, language.

Word Count: 3670

Authors note: So I am so sorry this took so long to write, but I wanted to make sure I did it justice. I really hope I have done that, if I miss any warnings let me know, I hope you all enjoy and I cant wait to hear what you think 

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“You literally just got me this job and if you keep hanging around me you’re going to get me fired” you moved around Pierre, him only following closely behind.

“They can’t fire you, we’re best friends” Pierre tried to get you to stop and have an honest to god conversation with him.

“That’s exactly why they can fire me. Look, babe, I’m thankful and all, but you know the rules” this was a tedious conversation at this point, you’d been strictly briefed by your new boss that there was to be no fraternizing with the drivers, favouritism and all that, and Pierre was hell bent on breaking that rule.

“Not sure your lover boy would be too excited with you calling me babe” a laugh barking out of him as he watched your head swinging wildly, attempting to spot your long-standing crush, praying he was nowhere near the two of you, despite him and Pierre normally being joint at the hip.

“He’s not my lover boy and you know it” you whispered to Pierre, not caring if your bosses saw or not. Although you desperately wished he was.

“Oh, and the poem I saw in your room last night?” The poem. Fuck, he had seen the poem. The poem which you had written for Charles. The poem in which you poured your feelings out to him, the boy who you had fallen in love with over the course of your friendship. The love poem for the boy you were in love with. The poem which you were never going to ever give to him, you just needed to get your feelings out of you head, you know, to help you move on and all that. Although, it had probably only made the pining worse the more you thought about those green eyes that reminded you of the stillness in a forest and how that’s where you had felt most at home and how you loved the blush that settled over the tops of his cheeks and bridge of his nose when he got particularly shy and when he laughed at that really, really bad joke of yours and you watched as his hair fell into his face as he did so and you had to fight every part of you to stop yourself from reaching out to push it out the way and-

-when you woke up, you couldn’t find the poem.

And as if he could read your mind, the widest smile spread over his face, “Don’t worry, I already slid it under his door for you”.

Panic. This was panic. This may also be your need to throw up maybe. Were you going to throw up? You couldn’t throw up at work. Pierre had taken your very secret note poem thingy and given it to Charles.

“Pierre, please tell me you are joking” your job be damned, you were about to have an entire screaming match with your ex best friend, right here, right now, in this paddock.

“Well, it was addressed to him? And we all know you’re too chicken shit scared to actually tell him how you feel, yeah don’t think I missed the fact that you didn’t sign it, so I did what you wouldn’t and sent it for you” this was it, you were going to die and you were going to get fired. You were going to die and get fired right here and now.

“Pierre, you know I’m not allowed to interact with any of you now that I’m working for FI-Goddamn-A! They are barely happy with me being friends with you! Imagine me and Charles ended up-“ you stopped yourself before you could say anymore, before you could embarrass yourself anymore today.

“Ended up what?” the sharp look you sent him did little to quell the onslaught of teasing he was about to rain down on you, “No, I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what, because Lord knows I have been trying to set you two up forever and if it’s only your job at the FIA, that I got you by the way, that’s stopping this literal match made in heaven, well then, I’ll get you fired just as quickly sweetheart”

“So, three things, one, don’t be a dick and get me fired, that’s just, shitty,” the shrug from Pierre showed he truly did not care, “secondly, all of this would imply that Charles felt the same about me as I did him, and before we get all excited, let’s not pretend this is news to either of us, we all know how I feel, and before you even try to interrupt, Pierre, stop, before you try to interrupt and tell me he does feel the same about me, well, the literal models hanging off of him and his complete lack of any attempt to even try and make a move is pretty indicative of the fact that he does not, so that’s that.” There was no use for Pierre to even attempt to fight you on this right now, instead hoping to change your mind this evening over a few drinks, “and thirdly, what’s with the American accent?”

“I was just hanging around Daniel and you know how excited he gets about the Austin race so the accent is coming out more and more” Pierre was only the first victim of this, no doubt the entire grid would be inflicted with it at some point, “but really, Charles does feel the sa-“

“I’m done Pierre, fuck off and let me work, I’ll see you afterwards for drinks” you hadn’t even offered Pierre the opportunity to speak before you were walking away, needing to get away so you could finally have a moment to freak out over the fact that Pierre had given the love poem to the boy you love.

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“Pierre, I swear, I know it sounds insane, but like, you know that love letter I got before the Austin Grand Prix? Y/n, I got a love letter before the Grand Prix and now we’re here, but anyway, yeah, no, so I am pretty much obsessed with her because like, I don’t know, I don’t understand why, but I just instantly felt like, this was my girl right? This is the girl I am meant to be with, because the stuff that was in the note, like, she just knew me right, and I obviously asked everyone who it was and fucking no one knew but then she told me who she was!” it may have taken forever, but he had found her. He had finally found her and he was determined to make her his.

Pierre shot his head towards you, wide eyed, genuinely surprised that you had confessed to Charles, but that surprised turned to confusion when despite your eyes never leaving the ground, you ever so subtly shook your head, letting him know that no, it wasn’t you.

“Wait, then, no wait, I’m confused, then who was it?” Pierre’s head swung wildly between the two of you, because if it wasn’t you, then it wasn’t the girl Charles was thinking of and someone was lying to him.

‘So, you know Lando’s one friend, Jade?” Charles had never even shown any interest in her before, even going as far as to avoid her in the paddock before, but now, he looked like he was sure she was the sun.

“No, no, it wasn’t-“

“Pierre! I have to go, walk me out?” You were already standing up by the time he could even look at you, your head tilting towards the door, urging him on, “Bye Charles”, and with that, you walked out too quickly, completely miss the dejected look in Charles eyes as he watched you leave, Pierre shooting him a sorry as he ran after you, Charles assuming both boys were confused by your sudden departure, but in truth, it was just him that was entirely and completely out of the loop.

“Do not tell him!” You hadn’t even given Pierre the opportunity to get a word out first before you were frantically whispering the instructions at him.

“But it isn’t Jade! Why would I not correct him? He doesn’t like her! He is in love with you! This is deceitful!” Pierre was running out of options, and he was fully prepared to out this big ugly secret if he needed to, your feelings be damned at this point, because now Charles was getting hurt, you were getting hurt, this was, all, just everyone was about to get hurt.

“He’s happy Pierre, he’s happy with her. You heard him in there, he had found his girl and he was happy with that being Jade, so just let him be happy, please” Pierre couldn’t miss the crack in your voice, the tell-tale sign of oncoming tears.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I promise, just, please don’t cry, you know I can’t handle when you cry” and true to his word, he began freaking out and the classic weird head hold that he always inevitably did whenever he thought there may even be a hint of a tear in your eye, and there come the head pats.

“So, I’m going to go and you’re going to go back in there and be happy for our friend okay? And please don’t tell him, please, Pierre” you both knew the pleading was for him to let you go cry, for you to save your shame and experience the full onslaught of your broken heart alone, safe to cry in the ugliest manner physically possible without Pierre having to suffer through the sobs.

You both knew he would in a heartbeat if he asked.

“I promise” with a kiss planted gentle on your temple, he let you run, from everything.

From Charles and the stupid poem he stole and sent on your behalf.

From a stupid stupid Pierre.

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“Charles!” Pierre stood to greet his friend, “annnnnd Jaaaaddddeeeee, Jades here” an incredulous look was shot Charles way over his new girlfriends’ shoulder, a subtle yet silent ‘why is Jade here?’ thrown along with it.

An equally as silent ‘she’s my girlfriend’ with a non-committed shrug to go along with it came from Charles, before leading you both into the booth, Pierre sat opposite them both.

“So Jade, how’s things with Charles?” Pierre knows he made some promises over the last little while, promises he thought would keep the peace and make everyone happy, the problem though is that no one happy.

Not you, because since Charles has started dating Jade, who lied about who sent the poem, he has had absolutely no time for anyone else and even when he did, he was fucking insufferable because Jade was always there, and when she’s around, he is in the worst mood anyone has ever seen him in, which makes you unhappy.

Charles is unhappy because you are, and because he’s dating Jade. The same Jade who has made him insufferable. Because she is the worst. Especially when he is still madly in love with you.

And lastly Pierre is unhappy, because he is having to deal with all of it. He is having to deal with you refusing to tell the truth because you think Charles is happy (and your job, but he had a plan for that) and he has to deal with you distancing yourself because of Charles and Jade and he is having to deal with a terrible Charles who won’t leave Jade because he thinks this is the girl for him and Charles is actually really in love with you but won’t approach you because you’re avoiding all of them and he misses you and he has to deal with Charles and Jade. And Pierre has to deal with Jade.

“- and so yeah, I’m just really glad you ended up getting my note my love” Pierre was suddenly pulled from his thoughts to witness what might have been the most awkward kiss he had ever seen and in that moment, he felt the most justified anger at this girl sitting in front of him, kissing his friend, who should be kissing his other friend.

“But you didn’t send it though?” Pierre knew he fucked up the second he’d said it, and truthfully, there were going to be a million moments where he could backtrack and make it okay, but he was unhappy, and so were all of you, so Godspeed to him.

“What are you talking about?” Charles looked between his girlfriend and Pierre, trying to work out exactly what his friend had meant.

“Yes, Pierre, what are you talking about” Jade didn’t even attempt to hide the venom in her voice as she repeated the question, eyes shooting daggers into his own.

“The poem, you didn’t send it” Pierre took a sip of his drink, surprised at his own nonchalance at the situation, considering he was about to ruin, well, everything.

“Of course I sent it, obviously” the venom was still dripping, the daggers only sharper.

“So, quote it, because I can, because I have seen it, because I was the one who put it under his door” Pierre didn’t miss how both their eyes swung to him, mouths gaping, a light blush coating Charles face.

“You sent it?” Charles stuttered out, desperately hoping he had misheard and wasn’t going to have to turn his best friend down the day he had decided to come out to him.

“Yes, I did send it and Jade lied” Pierre had not entirely caught onto what he had insinuated, and even if he had, he was willing to go with it provided it got Jade away, whatever it took at this point.

“You lied?” Charles had suddenly turned all of his attention to Jade, they could celebrate Pierre coming out in a moment, this needed to be dealt with immediately.

“I would never lie to you baby” Jade was cupping his face, trying to get Charles to believe her, convinced he would never believe it was Pierre who was the original owner of the note.

“So, quote it” Charles didn’t miss the smug look on Pierre’s face at the demand, nor did he miss how Jade floundered in front of him looking for a response, “I think you should leave round about now.”

“Charles, you can’t be serious right now” despite sounding like she as insisting on staying, she still began packing her back and grabbing her coat over the back of her chair.

“Can’t date a liar babe” he hated that he was trying to hold back his own laughter as he saw Pierre chuckling in his peripheral.

“Yeah well, you have a small dick” and with that she was storming out of the restaurant with a jovial “Bye Jade” from Pierre behind her as she left.

“Jesus fucking Christ I am so glad she’s gone” Charles dropped his head to his hands, wiping them down his face at the relief and freedom he was suddenly experiencing

“How the fuck were you dating her?” another chuckle at the groan that Pierre can only assume came from the very depths of Charles soul.

“Yeah, shut the fuck up” he threw the crumpled-up mint leaf from his drink at Pierre, buying time before he had to bring up the inevitable, “so you sent the note?”

“Yeah, of course I did, who else was going to get it into your drivers’ room?” Pierre laughed into his drink, mentally patting himself on the back for how slick he had been through all of this.

Fuck, Pierre had sent him the note. Step by step Charles. You got to let him know you accept him, that you love him. No matter what, that you’re still best friends, but you are unfortunately straight.

“Okay, well, firstly, I see you and I am really proud that you feel safe enough to come out to me, I will always accept you and this will always be a safe space for you and-“

“No! Jesus! The note isn’t from me! I just sent the note!” it might have taken a moment for Pierre to click but he was very quick to remedy the situation, “and no offense, I love that you’re so chill and accepting, but Lewis and Danny are on that grid, and you think I’d go after you? I’m not even sure you’re the first person in Ferrari I’d pick.”

“What do you mean you wouldn’t pick me? Have you seen me?” Charles wasn’t entire sure why this is what got him, but it did, he was a little touched by this, because if he had to pick anyone, yeah, maybe it actually would have been Lewis or Danny, maybe Pierre was onto something.

“Mate, if it were only out of us two, I’m still not entirely sure you’d be my first pick” Pierre signalled to the waiter for a bottle of wine to go and the bill, all whilst Charles processed through the information he had been handed.

“You’re a dick”

“And apparently you have a little one” Pierre barked out a laugh at the drop in Charles expression, “get up, we’re getting drunk at Y/n” and if Pierre needed any confirmation that he had done the right thing, it was the smile that spread over Charles face at the mention of you.

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“You know it’s like 11pm right?” you swung your door open inviting the two slightly drunk boys in anyway, heart clenching as Charles brushed his hand against your own as he walked past, “no Jade tonight?” you needed to remind yourself that she was still in the picture, needed to temper the ever-latent feelings that would always exist for him.

“They broke up!” you tried to shush the shouting that came out of Pierre whilst simultaneously trying to absorbed this newly found information.

“Broke up? Charles I’m so sorry, what happened?” Charles had already grabbed some glasses and was heading out to your balcony to make himself comfortable and continue drinking.

“We went for drinks with Jade, I told them Jade didn’t send it, Charles thought I was gay and now he is simultaneously angry at me for not choosing him to date if I was into guys and for not being willing to tell him who the note ss actually from” the play by play came from Pierre who was already lying face down on your couch, voice muffled by the pillows that were shielding his face.

“Ah” it was all you could get out, both thoroughly confused and weirdly understanding everything all at once, ruffling Pierre’s hair as you walked to join Charles outside.

“And now while Pierre sleeps this off, you and I are going to get drunk and catch up” he lifted the bottle of rum he had taken out your cupboard, disappointed that he and Pierre had already finished all the wine on their walk over.

“I really am sorry about Jade though, for real, I know how badly you wanted your person” that’s what you wanted to say but you were too chicken shit scared to tell him the truth, in case he was disappointed by who really sent the note.

“Its okay, it felt wrong with her anyway, I always assumed I would know my person, you know?” Kind of like how I know you, is what he wanted to say, but how could he tell his best friends’ best friend that he loved her.

“There’s this really great quote that I know, it’s from The Song of Achilles, it goes, ‘I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world’, and I just assumed that’s what it’s like, you know, with your person” It’s how I know you, it’s what you wanted to add, bout you couldn’t, the tightness in your throat refusing to allow it.

You missed the sharp intake of breathe from Charles next to you as he realized, he knew that quote already, memorized it, because it was in that note of his, the one Pierre delivered and refused to tell him who actually sent it.

“Yeah, actually I know it, well, someone wrote it in a love note for me, thought it was some other girl, then thought it was my best friend, but now, I think I might know who actually sent it.” He caught your eyes with his own over the rim of his glass, not missing how calm he felt in this moment

How had Charles just called you out completely, yet you felt entirely calm with him knowing exactly how you felt, like, something just felt right.

“Oh, you do now? And are you happy about who it could be?” it was a shot in the dark, and you knew you weren’t being as direct as you should be, but fear was fear and this was the best you could do when asking him if you could ever be good enough for him, if he could ever love you back.

The silence felt like it had stretched on forever, you assuming it was. So Charles could figure out how to let you down gently, in reality, he was trying to figure out exactly what to say to the woman he has loved for so long, the woman who made him jealous of Pierre simply because of the Friendship she had with him, the woman he had just found loved him back. He needed to find the exact words for how utterly devoted he was to her and her only, and when he finally had,

“So happy, that I am entirely prepared to spend the rest of this evening trying to convince her to go down to the courthouse with me tomorrow morning, to spend the rest of her life with me so I can know her in death, at the end of the world”.

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joyfullyacat · 1 year

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its another "good job for being a good noodle in school" reward for @cacaocheri aka the only reason i write fluff /j CW: none, pure fluff (maybe angst if u squint and tilt ur head enough) word count: just a lil over 1k, a nice fluffy rest for y'all -

The sewing machine hums beneath your touch as you carefully feed the striped britches through, letting the quiet music of the nearby radio bleed into the birdsong that falls from your open window send you into a sort of lull.

It’s a pleasant spring morning, chilled in just the right way from the showers of last night. If things dry up enough, maybe you’ll garden. Things need weeding and there’s those bramble patches that need to be taken care of.

You find yet another hole in Sun’s pants towards the ankle and puff in playful exasperation.

Maybe not today…

Muffled and distant, you can just make out the usual bustle of Sun as he goes about the little home that you inhabit with him. Hopefully he’s not making breakfast - not that he’s bad at cooking but you’re just not hungry yet…

…Have you even eaten yet on that note? How long have you been up?

“Might as well see.” You mutter to yourself with a convenient yawn as your attention teeters off.

Joints pop while you unfurl yourself from the hunch over your working table, maneuvering around the stool to actually face the clock that hangs on a wall just behind you.

He specifically put it there just for you, despite your wishes, just so you’d actually move when it seemed to be about that time.

Usually, it was always just about that time when you checked.

This time was no different, it’s been… Hours since you woke up. You don’t even really recall the surrounding lighting changing with the time. Just after dawn to the afternoon was quite the jump.

“...He’ll get me when he’s ready.” You note thoughtfully, the animatronic typically would get you as he knows your forgetful habits and chastises you for them every time with that same warm smile.

Endearingly kind as he always was.

Though the fact he hadn’t yet meant there was likely a surprise in store for you - so who were you to ruin his fun?

You spin yourself right back around and continue to fix up the worn out pants.

He was always quite adamant about having stripes on his apparel and was quite averse to stars or other imagery. Why? You didn’t quite know but he’d tell you when he was ready to.

It was a long long project of patching him up from how he used to be. Riddled with scorch marks, missing pieces and parts of himself you don’t think he’d ever get back. You learned quite a bit about mechanical engineering from him.

He also became somewhat of your walking canvas, the paint you had never lasted long on surfaces that wouldn’t stain like metal - so you gave him new palettes and colors with relative frequency. You think he used to be yellow, maybe golden.

Now he lives freely as your live-in assistant. At least as free as any autonomous robot could.

“You don’t have to stay here, you know?” You offer one evening, looking up from your book so you could see his response.

His hands move deftly.

“Where would I go? Back to a scrap heap?” He gestures to himself, his rays fluttering from side to side in that way you took as laughter before continuing, hands moving with a held-back speed so you could better read him. “I am happy. Safe here with you.”

Learning sign language from him had been fun - really, you learned a lot from him that was more than just taking care of yourself, your little house on the outskirts of highrise cities, or the garden that you got much of your food from.

Some days he did have a voice, or at least his voice box fell in a way that would enable it to function, you concluded. It was staticky and muffled as if something was swaddling the device in there and those days weren’t always his best. But it was never something he wanted you to fuss with, no matter how many times you offered.

“Sunray, I put lights back into your eyes and touched more wires in your head than I’ve got fingers - is something wrong down there that I can help with?” You look at him with furrowed brows of worry as he works on his own torso, a mirror in front of him and a pile of your late father’s tools at his side.

He looks up at you with a deer in the headlights look, obviously his hands are occupied so he can’t quite communicate with you but you can see in the way his eyes maneuver and his rays shrink in that he’s confused.

“...What’s that face for? Oh - do you not like Sunray?”

He shakes his head no, his rays unexpectedly popping outwards before doing a spin and he seems bashful of the reaction that happened on reflex.

“Hey, if you like it! I should have asked regardless… But do you need help? Seriously.”

Another shake of the head in refusal and he motions with his chin for you to go about your business.

“Alright, alright. I’m one heavy foot stomp away though, okay?”

He rolls his eyes in mock, lighthearted annoyance, you can practically hear the “okay mom.”

It’s not long until the pants are complete. A few separate patches had to be done in that you matched to your best abilities but it was done. Your to-do list for the day suddenly shrank by a fair amount.

Maybe you could work on the ribbons?

Sun held an absolute affinity for ribbons, endlessly he admires those you’ve tied to your plants as colorful notes for what was what. He always got touchy along his wrists when handling them on the few occasions they’ve had to be changed out or replaced due to thieving birds.

So, you were working on a collection for him, one with meaning. Ones for all sorts of occasions. Days he wanted to be to himself, days he needed to be cared for, the whole run of the mill.

So you get up, folding the newly repaired garment in your arms to rest at the corner of your work table before going to your stashed box of work-in-progress ideas, removing the clear segmented box with labeled tags.

Of course, many would just be worn because he wants to - he can give meaning to those as he pleases if he so wished.

The familiar lull kicks back into place as you hem each strip of cloth into a fine ribbon along your machine, the easy trance drawing you in and blocking out the world around you.

You don’t even recognize when the door to your workspace is opened up, even if Sun is someone who is a far cry from being stealthy in any capacity. You don’t notice how he stands there in shock as he looks over what you’ve done…

Sun spies the pants he wore before - the first pair, the only pair he ever really had before knowing you and your sewing machine. Now they brand new as if the fire had never happened to begin with. It was a miracle they survived at all but to see them restored now from the shreds they once were...

He now understood why you spent many sleepless nights in here and fussed over dyes and materials for a good month before settling down.

Currently… What were you working on? Were those ribbons?

He stares at the red strip of cloth feed through your sewing machine, now given a golden threaded edge.

They look much like his original set, the ones you never got to see. You would have liked them, he thinks.

But he also thinks he’ll love these ribbons even more than his old ones.

The animatronic approaches you carefully, setting the plate full of your lunch down in an unoccupied space on your work table before his arms wrap around your middle…

You’re thoroughly brought out from your reverie at the unexpected contact, just registering the noises of something hitting the surface you were working on before feeling a stone-hard chest press into your back.

Or would it be a metal-hard chest?

“Sunray? What’s this about?” It’s not that he’s never hugged you before but there’s something distinct about this particular one that has you worried.

There's much being poured into this action, feelings and intent that you can't hope to pick apart right now. His arms only wrap tighter around your waist at your question and you feel him softly bonk his faceplate into the back of your head, moving it side to side subtlety.

…Was he nuzzling you?

“I suppose the cat is out of the bag now, isn’t it - this was all gonna be a surprise for you. We’re coming up on a year of existing with one another, isn’t that fun? You’ve come such a long way.” You explain, moving the container of made ribbons over to the edge of the table on your other side not occupied by pants or food so he could inspect them.

Sun stays holding onto you however, just leaning off to the left enough to view your offering.

Something clicks and there’s a little buzz in the air now that you recognize comes from him, it’s the sound of his voice box. Has he got it working?

“I was… Going to surprise you too.” It’s not quite clear, there’s stutters and the audio crackles when he’s done speaking but it’s unmistakably Sun’s voice there. Speaking more than just one word at that.

“Look at you, Sunny!” Excitedly, you pat along one of his hands while awkwardly contorting an arm to hug him the best you can in your given position. A careful caress along his face offered. “It’s the best you’ve sounded yet and you’ll only get better, won’t you?”

Your heart soars as Sun tilts his head into the touch before speaking.

“I… Hope so.” With a final, little pop like an old recording, the buzz shuts off and he pulls away, moving to your side and keeping an arm about your waist while freeing up a hand to look at the ribbons.

It’s not until he has to sign his next request to you that he removes his hold on you entirely.

“...You want me to add bells?” You ask, a brow raising. “I… Think I have some actually, yeah we can do that - hold on…” You get up just to circle the table, pulling at drawers of the stout cabinet that hides beneath your main table. Boxes of various findings get removed before you find your package of silver bells. “Will these do?”

They’re not very large by any means but the way his eyes widen with hope and excitement is all you need. They’d do for now until you get some more suitable for his size.

“Sorry they aren’t gold, that tends to be your preferred color isn’t it?”

Queue the frantic, apologetic and placating signing. You catch onto a handful of words before you reach across the table to still his hands before you’re driving the package of shining, tinkling bells into his palms.

Their sounds, even when in a confined conglomerate of plastic and cheap metal, come out pleasantly.

“It’s alright. Really.” Is all you say before pulling away with a final pat of reassurance.

You spend your afternoon enjoying your sandwich and sliced fruits while watching Sun thread ribbons, bell after bell.

You can’t think of a better time.

#joyfic #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sun x reader #sundrop x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnafsb x reader #sun x y/n #sundrop x y/n #dca x y/n #daycare attendant x y/n

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Headcanon Gwynriel Scene PART 1

Hey guys. I'm brazilian and this is the first time I'm translating my writing from portuguese to english so please take it easy on me 😅 I hope you all enjoy it! This scene is a part of my fanfiction (which I'm posting currently on Wattpad only in portuguese, but if any of you show interest I may post it in english as well) Good reading... ~*~ Some context before u start reading: The last chapter wass Nesta and Cassian's cerimony and she offered Gwyn to move to the House of Wind because when Cassian leaves for missions she feels way too lonly. ~*~ It was in that last conversation that Gwyn was thinking about when she woke up that weekend. It had been two weeks since Nesta had been away. Gwyn arrived earlier at the training ring each day and spent the afternoons working in the library. In her free time, she read Nesta's improper romances - which she was particularly enjoying.

But in that particular week, Merril was incredibly demanding with the research content, so much so that Gwyn took her manuscripts to her room. She rolled over in bed, thoughtful. What would a normal citizen of Velaris do at the end of the week?

Take a stroll around the city.

And that's what she should do too. But there she was, locked in her room. She had promised herself that she would give it a chance.

But the other part, the one that screamed that everything would go wrong... It was still stronger. Besides, there were the nights when she woke up screaming and crying from a bad nightmare. The fateful day in Sangravah haunted her constantly. The disfigured ghost of her sister, Catrin, used to make the nightmares much worse. She didn't want do bother Nestha with that.

Gwyn huffed at Merrill's research papers and decided she had had enough. She had spent the last twelve hours working on the translation of two ancient tomes and was not seeing any progress. Besides... Weekend meant resting. Gwyn sighed loudly and dropped the pen on the desk.

"By the Mother..." she stretched her arms before getting up from the chair. "I wonder what Merril's next obsession will be after she finally proves her theory of connection between the realms."

Gwyn took a deep breath again as she stopped in front of the window. She put her hands on her waist, thoughtful. The research could wait. And the romance was getting so interesting when she had to stop to focus on the new content for Merril...

The priestess sighed and picked up the book, lying down on her bed. But she couldn't read. Not there. Then she felt tempted to go up to Nesta's private library. The one they had had so much fun making silly requests to the House.

Gwyneth had a better idea: to read outdoors. The sky must be beautiful out there. She could lie down on the training ring that would be empty and...

Yes, that's what she would do.

Without thinking twice, she put on something that would protect her from any possible cold, grabbed what was necessary, and went to the House. The lights were on, but there was no one there. Gwyn vaguely remembered hearing Nesta telling Cassian that while they were away, Azriel would teach in the mornings on weekdays, but on weekends he would cross over to Vallahan to accompany Mor in whatever they were doing.

Gwyn hummed as she headed towards the large arch that led to the roof of the House, but then... He was there.

Gwyn halted her movements before crossing the arch and held her breath as she saw those muscular backs without a shirt to hide the tanned skin. Azriel stopped his blows on the makeshift punching bag and turned his body to look at who was present, even though he already knew to whom that voice and scent belonged.

Gwyn cleared her throat before starting to explain herself:

"Sorry, I... I thought there was no one in the House, and I had this desire to read outdoors, so I thought it wouldn't be a problem if I came up here, but..." she stopped abruptly to catch her breath and continue: "If this is a problem for you, I can go back and..."

"Gwyneth," Azriel interrupted her, holding back a laugh. "You can stay."

The priestess widened her eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Gwyn quietly celebrated.

"Thank you," she smiled, walking towards the covered area. "I'll remember this before cursing you in training tomorrow, Shadowsinger."

Azriel chuckled softly.

"Good reading," he said and, after a brief nod, turned to go to the nearest rock where his shirt was thrown. No Illyrian leather, just casual clothing. Azriel put it on and then focused on the punching bag again.

Gwyn sighed, grateful for the small gesture. She opened her mouth to say that he didn't need to put on the shirt, and that she felt comfortable in his presence — even without knowing the reason — and that furthermore she didn't need anyone's pity, but changed her mind at the last moment.

"I don't bite, you know," Azriel said over his shoulder, offering only a half-smile to the Valkyrie.

Gwyn wanted to smack herself. She was there, busy enough — standing, observing those dressed backs and concluding that she preferred the previous sight — to remember to move and choose a place to settle.

The priestess took a step forward, eyebrows raised.

"For your luck, Shadowsinger, I don't bite either," Gwyn replied, keeping her tone calm and serious. "Unless if it is absolutely necessary."

Azriel chuckled. Of course Gwyn would have a smart-ass reply ready. Since the day they didn't win an award for completing the qualifying circuit for the Rite, Gwyn was determined to wipe the smug and presumptuous smiles off his and Cassian's faces whenever she could.

And he kind of liked that.

The priestess started humming softly and cheerfully to herself as she prepared a comfortable place to sit on the icy surface. She had brought a cushion and a sheet to line the floor, not wanting to bother the House with it.

Before she could sit, however, a comfortable mat appeared on top of the sheet and more cushions joined the one Gwyn had strategically positioned against the wall. Additionally, there was a pile with a comfortable blanket, scarf, and gloves. Gwyn rolled her eyes.

Seriously? I can do this myself. I'm not a child, you know.

In response, a mug of hot chocolate appeared next to the blanket. Gwyn chuckled quietly and stuck her tongue out at the House. The mug disappeared.

Hey, I was joking. Sorry.

The mug reappeared, along with a plate full of warm cookies, how fragrant. Gwyn smiled. Thank you.

The redhead settled into a cozy position while humming some soft "humming" sounds. She felt a warm breeze caress her cheeks. Gwyn shrugged, stopped vocalizing, and opened the book while whispering to herself that the House was too dramatic.

On the other side, Azriel, who was absolutely tense and with clenched jaw, relaxed. The shadows were incredibly out of control that night. It was true that Gwyn's presence caused some movement among them. Not agitation, but a small... Commotion.

Even a simple breath exercise from the redhead seemed to stir the shadows. However, it was Gwyneth's voice, her laugh in particular, that seemed to be the real call.

And the shadows... They were happy with a mere murmured singing from Gwyn. That was undeniable. But how was that possible? At that very moment, they were spying on her from afar: crazy to dance with her. They only awaited the master's permission, who, to his discontent, kept a firm hand.

Azriel rolled his eyes. He would have to do something about it, and soon. Gwyn laughed, causing the shadows to threaten to approach again. Azriel gave a scathing look to the shadows over his shoulder, to reprimand them.

"Sorry," Gwyn widened her eyes at Azriel and raised the book. "Funny scene."

Azriel tilted his head, wanting to beat himself up. Obviously, Gwyn would think that the unfriendly look was directed at her.

"It wasn't..." Azriel clicked his tongue. How to explain that he wasn't angry with her without sounding like a lunatic? "No problem."

"Okay." Gwyn shrugged and returned her attention to reading. She tried to laugh quietly to herself, with little success. Azriel smiled. At least she was trying. The shadows whispered to him.

Listen. Closer. Approach.

The Illyrian rolled his eyes: No.

The shadows hissed stubbornly: You're such a brat. Listen to us.

Azriel exhaled in response: Leave her alone.

Azriel swallowed a grunt. Should he leave? No, that would seem too rude. Gwyn had already presumed that he wouldn't like her presence there. Leaving would leave her, at the very least, intrigued. And if there was one thing the master spy didn't feel like dealing with right now, it was Gwyneth Berdara's curious and dangerously sharp inquiries.

So he was left with only one thing: ignore.

Ignore. Ignore. And ignore.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #headcanon

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pt 11? wahhhhh wtf lol

Saturday night- her pov

I am sitting on my bed, watching my closet that I have organized halfway till now, and other half of clothes piled up in boxes tucked beneath, better than being on floor. I should have been stressing about all of the mess I have to clean on Sunday but I don't, I have a date tomorrow with my closest friend tomorrow. I have been smiling since we kissed, if someone saw me they will call me an IDIOT. But I can't stop thinking about him. He looks so pretty when he is shy, he kisses me with such a softness and tender, even our 1st kiss was strong but tender. He is so smart and perfect, he is caring and always honest. I don't have to pretend around him being fine. We share same level of dark humor and random bad flirts, it has been going on. For last 3 years I have know him, somewhere in between the lines from hating him to liking him as a person blurred into loving him for who he is, but now that he loves, no he said maybe, he maybe loves me too, I don't know. I am scared what if I hurt him too, what if my sadness becomes too much for him, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He needs to know about all the therapy sees ions I have taken and my past, that I... I.. killed..someone. My hands are shaking again just with the thought of having to tell him everything. How will he react, will he understand it wasn't my intention? HE will hate me? leave me.. but if that's the right thing okay. I will tell him all of them later today before he makes up his mind about me. I shouldn't keep him in dark now that we.. might become something more than friends. I take in a few breathes calm down Payu your life is better now, you aren't your past and problems you will be fine, you have Luv and Ayan and other friends counting on you. Your brother is depending on you, your family needs you, you have to try harder. I put in my earphones and let songs fill my head letting go of all the thoughts. I am numb.

I didn't knew that I fell asleep, I woke up a while ago to use washroom and now, I am hungry lying on bed. 'aaaaaah' I sigh. I haven't decided what I am gonna wear tomorrow, oh my Goddd I also forgot to ask what time we are meeting from Ayan. I search for my phone.

its 2.56 am and I have a few missed calls from Luv and a lot of texts. I open to check and its Luv, being Luv. First she simps a bit about her partner then she has sent me pics of Mitsy, her cat and then to quote her "for god sake don't wear something all black tomorrow" "and if he tries anything you don't like, feel free to kill him!!!!! I will help to dispose shrimp's body B)" ''and where are u guys going???'' ''do u need me to come over to help u?'' ''yk whut I am still coming, I don't trust you'' ''text me the time asap babe or me will be invading your house tomorrow'' ''night love :3'' I am laughing reading her texts and the way she is more excited for my date than me, but I know why she is. I see Ayan has texted me too, 'I will be at your home till 10 am, wear something comfortable and also pack a set of simple clothes. I wont tell you details yet but I can assure this will be one of your best if not the best XD' I am all shy with the first thought that popped up in my mind what a trash.

I go to kitchen and put water to boil, text Luv to come at my house at till 8 am, after her gym and and set alarm for waking up early. I am too lazy to work now I will just have some instant noodle. and sleep.

sunday////////

*ding dong ding dong ding dong*

'oh my God Luv learn patience' I rush to open the door. 'hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' she squeals, she has a bubbly personality for most parts, or else murderer, and she is in her gym clothes itself ' and you haven't even showered yet have you??' ' oh you are definitely my babe' she makes a finger heart towards me 'You know me so well meri jaan' I roll my eyes at her 'tch, are you hungry?' 'what have you cooked? and who am I to say no to food??' 'nothing much just a shortcut pasta' 'damnnnn pastaaaa!'she is such a kid 'just give me 10 mins i will take a showers asap' 'NO!' I shout 'not asap' 'ok miss always paranoid' I glare at her as she mocks me with showing her tongue. And she disappears to bath with the same speed she came inside.

She is sitting on the sofa while I have been modeling clothes for her approval, its been 15 mins and whatever I wear, she hates all of them.

'how is this?' 'are you going to give a presentation?' 'ok this?' 'you are kidding me.' ' this?' ' you look like a teacher tired of life in all of them' 'I am tired, if you have a problem in all of them? then why don't you get up and help me out ' and I drag her to my room.

15 mins later, we come to conclusion of me wearing a denim wrap up dress with a black tank inside. I would have not choose it but Luv wont let me wear anything like a set of top and bottoms.

'Payu, can you not wear black one day?' she says in a pleading way ' you know why, and it's barely visible and it works well' 'oh god girl' she says in a dramatic tone and come towards me 'and why are you not showing your sexy assets' she says doing that weird thing with her hands. 'LUV.' I am judging her hard, not really If I was her I would be saying same thing to her. 'you know I don't like it, I am conscious about it too much' 'Its not like he hasn't seen them, infact he was the one losing consciousness, his mind and his sleep over it' she winks at me and I give an angry look to her to shut up. 'Fine miss never break any rule, but he is gonna see them when you are alone' she can't have her mouth shut can she? 'Don't tell me you are gonna stop him if he tries to lay you down if you know what I mean' she is smirking at me, I am blushing and she knows she got me. 'I clearly know what you mean' not that I didn't think about it but now that she said it seems more real what if we.. we do the things today no, no, we can't, its too early and i- i- 'what are you thinking, don't tell me you are already dreaming about things you will do on here' she is sitting on my bed and touching it and damn this girl is really weird, why is she my friend. I am shaking my head in disbelief 'Luv fuck you, and I hate you. I am not thinking anything' but I know my face says a different story than my mouth. 'I will be fucked later for sure' she giggles 'but you are gonna be today.' 'oh my god!!!' I throw a pillow at her 'hahaha you are red like a tomato' 'just go I hate you' she is giggle more and more 'oh you don't I am amazing' and she is right about this 'whatever.' I storm off in bathroom to get my makeup done.

'so how do I look?' I ask her 'very fuckable' she says with mouth full of pasta 'LUV.' 'ok ok, your outfit, its nice and little makeup you did is suitable for this weather, since it rains usually every evening, but ummm something is missing' 'what?' 'wait' she is searching up in my not so secret secret storage mirror damn I love this it was such a rare find. She pulls out the mauve wine lipstick, the one I rarely wear because it stands out too much but I love it. 'you need a darker shade of lipstick you know' 'I don't like to wear dark shades.' I give her a look 'but you still keep buying this' 'yeah because I love how it looks' I am objecting. 'so wear it. don't give me any look, wear it.' I give in her choice because I did thought to wear that shade today but then I didn't maybe I just needed a reassurance, and Luv was right, it was the missing thing. I love how I look. I hope he likes seeing me like this too, even if he has seen me as a mess too.

9.50 AM

'OHHOOOO ''incoming call from KALYANAM<3"' Luv shouts from living room.

'yeah coming' I grab my purse and give me a last look in front of mirror, I FEEL PRETTY.

I pick up the call ignoring the sly smile Luv was throwing at me with making a heart

'He-Hello' I am already smiling 'hii, I am downstairs' He is smiling too 'yeah give me 5 mins coming' I am nervous

tagging @hell-lit011019 @vellibandi @damnn-dorothea @pheonix-thefirebird

(bhaiiiii i didnt thought i would write today but here it comes ahaha next whole date will be from ayan ka pov :D or maybe will jump between both of them)

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generalfandomsofthefreak · 1 year

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I posted 3,814 times in 2022

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i think one of the funniest things about Shadowpeaches, before they make up after the whole murder thing

is that they absolutely know everything about each other

MK mentions Macaque ordered a noodle dish with specific extra toppings to Wukong (because MK sorta wants them to be friends again because their bickering is annoying, and also now that he knows Macaque is good so buddha help him macaque is gonna get befriended)

and Wukong, without thinking for a single second, just fucking knows Macaque had a bad day. That what he ordered was for comfort. And he absolutely hates that he knows because it means that even after all these centuries he’s retained so many memories of Macaque, his likes and dislikes, things to make him happy and what might’ve made his day bad. And those memories are there despite Wukong probably wanting to forget them and actively trying to

Likewise, Macaque can tell what Wukong’s feeling by how he stands, walks or talks. The tones of his voice, how sharp his movements are or how playful the tone of his voice is. Like he does a little spying and sees MK and Wukong sparring, and Macaque can just see the absolute pride in Wukong’s eyes as the kid lands punches, he sees Wukong get more and more into the fight as his movements becomes faster and more playful. And that probably hurts Macaque more than annoys him because it reminds him of when it was him and Wukong sparring, and the same thing would happen.

like those two, know everything about each other, as much as they wish they didn’t

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too lazy to draw legs, but my version of Wukong with the version @zarinosa draws, because i think the height difference is hilarious (i might’ve missed some details, and for the i apologize)

(it’s also slightly exaggerated here for comedy)

and then Mac and Qingjie together because short squad

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i had a real bad time last night, 100% because i’ve screwed up my sleep schedule and i woke up at 2pm yesterday

so i cheered myself up with some gay monkeys

features my own vague take on Macaque’s clothes way back then

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262 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

Been reading Eclipse Apprentice (again) and felt like drawing Wan Ji

mostly because i really wanted to do some watercolour shading and well, boom (It’s like 00:30 pm, so i might not have done the gold pattern on her shirt proper, very apology)

anyways Eclipse Apprentice is so fucking good and the art is yummy

fun fact, i kept listening to “Stop Girl” by U-Kiss while listening to this, which to me gives it this incredible sad context

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My #1 post of 2022

“it wasn’t wild Magic, was it?”

so... Hollow Mind huh?

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britswriting · 2 years

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Unbroken (24)

Unbroken Masterlist

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Warning: This chapter jumps around a little bit, like changing scene wise, because it's deleted scenes from chapter 21, along with the deleted date night scene from deleted chapter 22.

They're a part of the storyline, and needed right now, but it's a little "choppy" due to taking out what originally happened between Leigh & Colby that I deleted and rewrote. I didn't want to rewrite these scenes over again, when they are already how they should be.. sorry lol

*Leighton's POV*

The date today is June 3rd and I am almost 14 weeks pregnant, and I was honestly starting to understand why everyone complained during pregnancy.

I had gotten even more "symptoms" so that was fun and totally not a pain in my ass at all.

I had a date tonight, and I was honestly feeling extremely nervous, especially since I had gotten these amazing new symptoms.

Not to mention that I had a real bump now.

It was honestly hella cute, and I loved looking at it whenever I could.

One morning I just woke up with a b u m p. Like it wasn't some pudgy little bloating, but it had actual form to it.

It didn't change in size like it used to, unlike how when Colby saw my bump after I drank all that water and it was mostly bloating. It stayed its shape and was starting to round out quite a bit which was cool.

I've started getting round ligament pains which has been fun. What that means is the sides of my belly like to hurt because my womb is expanding to fit my little baby. I've also started getting some pretty intense headaches. My boobs were still sore as fuck and I've just accepted that I'll be spending 9 months of my life with boob pain, and then whatever happens when the baby is born.

My boobs have definitely grown, which meant I needed to buy more bras. Definitely something a broke bitch wants to do, right?

My pants were also starting to get tight which did not at all help my body image issue at the moment, or my bank account.

I was extremely nervous as to what the third trimester was going to be like, if I ALREADY had to go buy new jeans.

I figured I would be one of the women who's milk comes in before the baby is here, and I was conflicted if I was looking forward to that.

I read that your colostrum can start coming in as early as 16 weeks, which meant I needed to invest in a pump pretty soon if that was the case.

I also needed to figure out if I wanted to freeze my breast milk or donate it, if it did in fact come in early.

Surely I won't need MONTHS in advance of saved breast milk before the baby even gets here, right?

I knew I needed to keep the colostrum for when the baby was born, but I wouldn't need all that extra milk, right?

Another cute perk of pregnancy, is it ruins your underwear. Which meant I lived in period underwear, only adding to my body image issues.

Nothing says sexy like period underwear.

You thought period discharge was bad? Wait till you're pregnant.

I wasn't even sure what I was going to wear on this date tonight. I didn't want to ruin my nice cute underwear all because being pregnant is a bitch, but also didn't want to show up to my date wearing granny panties.

I kept hearing how wonderful pregnancy was, and so far it wasn't bad. Nothing insane has happened, just slight inconveniences to my life. When I was 13 weeks pregnant, when the discharge had started, I had a mental breakdown in the bathroom thinking I was bleeding, my brain telling me I lost the baby, when in reality I had a gush of discharge leave my body.

I was still emotional, but it wasn't as bad as it was in the first trimester. I felt a little more like myself. I was still taking my iron medication and working on lowering my blood pressure.

I now had a reminder alarm for each morning to take so many vitamins, because another thing no one told me about.

You don't just take prenatal vitamins. I swear my bedroom is a walking pharmacy.

I was laying in bed last night after I had finished texting Aaliyah and googled what was going on with my baby and it only led to crying.

I wanted to know before I wrote in my baby journal, but I hadn't even gotten to open the journal before my eyesight was completely blurred.

My baby was growing hair on its head, eyelashes and eyebrows. It was gaining more of an identity and the idea of all of this going on whilst I was laying in bed made me very overwhelmed.

So much was happening without me even knowing it. The idea of just a tiny little baby growing eyebrows inside my stomach whilst I cried on the couch or ate a brownie in the kitchen was quite the weird feeling.

You honestly feel pretty insignificant once you kind of just sit there and think about how much is going on inside your stomach whilst you're lounging on the couch watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

I was currently at my parents house, waiting for my brownies to finish baking in the oven, before I was going to go over to Gabriel's apartment so we could talk about the baby, and what we were going to do.

I was working really hard on the art piece for Sam and Colby, along with making sure the house stayed in order whilst my mom was recovering.

She's gotten a lot better recently, but brain surgery recovery is no joke.

It sucks watching her suffer, but it's nice to know she's at least getting better, and will hopefully be back to the woman I used to know.

I haven't seen Gabe in a while, and we only texted a few times which made this whole situation a lot harder.

I knew he really was trying, and that he was super busy with work.. it just sucked to know I couldn't roll over and snuggle him in the middle of the night or bitch to him at 3am when I was in too much pain to sleep.

Aaliyah and River had come over last week to help me figure out a plan to keep this baby, because every time I thought about giving away my little baby, I felt my heart get torn apart, so I knew I couldn't. Which meant it was game time.

I needed to figure this out, and I needed to figure it out now.

River suggested opening up an art shop, but I didn't feel like handling the stress of managing the orders, and the business pages, but I still needed a job which meant we were back to the drawing board.

No pun intended.

After a couple hours of going through things I could do whilst pregnant, my dad suggested a teaching job, but there was only one problem, most teaching jobs need a college diploma, which I didn't have.

My dad and I spent a while looking online for teaching jobs, and we came across one for a High School part time art teacher, which sounded too good to be true.

It wasn't too far from Sam and Colby's house, it fit my hours for Target, and it didn't seem like it would be insanely stressful to where it would be bad for my blood pressure.

We looked more into it, and I submitted my resumé and artwork to them, hoping to God they wouldn't want a diploma, or I was screwed.

Target paid okay, but it definitely wasn't enough to support my bills and a baby.

I would be lying if I told you I wasn't getting nervous as to what I was going to do when I was too pregnant to work, but since I was under so much stress right now, I figured that was an issue for another day.

I jumped when the oven beeped, taking out the freshly baked brownies when my brother's boyfriend walked into the kitchen.

"Those smell good Leigh!" Braxton complimented and I thanked him, setting them down to cool.

"I'm not a good baker, but I'm good enough to fulfill my cravings. This baby is going to make me gain weight like nobody's business" I laughed, touching my very prominent little bump.

"It's good to gain weight when you're pregnant Leigh. You're growing a baby" Landon reminded me, and I knew it was because of my pizza night meltdown, but I chose to ignore that.

I had finally figured out what I wanted to do for the birth of my baby, which was exciting. I watched a lot of videos of people's Storytime videos and what they went through. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't insanely nervous to talk to Gabe about what I had decided. I really wasn't looking for another fight, so I hoped he'd just trust me and go with the flow, but knowing him, that would be far from the truth.

We had talked over the phone about the adoption idea, and he was completely against it. So I guess that all worked out since I wanted to keep this baby anyway, I just needed to figure out how I was going to do that financially.

He also said I needed to remember about the income I'd also be getting from him to help pay for the baby. I knew his income would be helpful, but definitely not enough. I honestly did keep forgetting that he is a part of this baby's life since he hasn't been very active in the pregnancy. I haven't even considered that I would be getting a portion of income for this baby from him. I was kind of stuck on the idea of doing it all alone and it was all I could think about. I was trying really hard to remember that he was also working, plus he had a fresh new relationship to care for.

Like a flower. He had to water it, give it sunlight and I just prayed he didn't fertilize it too.

I wanted to rip his flower apart, but I knew I had to be a grown up about it, but that didn't stop me crying about it at 1am every night when I felt lonely and stressed.

Speaking of being lonely, I haven't heard from Aryia, and honestly, I didn't want to. It was a mistake, and I knew it shouldn't've happened. I was horny as fuck, but I should've used better judgment, and I wish I could take it all back.

I knew I had really hurt Colby, even if he wouldn't admit it to me. I was honestly just tired of unintentionally hurting him. I wanted to be his friend, but all I managed to do was disappoint him. It felt like every time I tried to take a step in the right direction, I was just one step closer to falling off the cliff, or maybe even being pushed off.

It was the same exact feeling I felt in High School, and I had no idea how to fix it, let alone where to even start. My old way of coping was to smoke and do drugs, but I couldn't exactly do that now that I was pregnant.

I'd be lying if I told you that the past few weeks, I haven't been insanely nervous that I will be kicked out. I knew Colby said he forgave me, and has even hung out with me and been super helpful for Landon... but that didn't change the fact that I still think he has hurt feelings over the whole being lied to situation.

Yeah Colby and I have been on good terms, but that doesn't take away the fact that we were both avoiding having a super in depth conversation again of what had happened.

Every time I tried to, he seemed to not want to talk about it. I honestly just wanted to clear the air, but it seemed like he just wanted to forget about it.

I just didn't want to just throw another Skelton into my closet, because at some point it will come tumbling out and be blown up in my face, yet again.

I was currently apartment hunting alongside job hunting, but I haven't told Sam and Colby that.

I had no intentions of moving out right now, but I at least needed this stuff on my radar the closer I got to giving birth to this baby. I didn't want to bring my baby home for the first time into my roommates house. I had already inconvenienced their life enough as it is, I didn't want to add a baby on top of that.

One of the issues I was running into was a lot of places wanted a record of your work in the sense to make sure you could afford rent and most places wanted you to be working somewhere for two years to even consider you as a renter, which made things a lot harder.

It doesn't help that living in LA made everything insanely expensive and I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't have fleeting thoughts about moving back home to Minnesota.

At least their rent would be a lot cheaper for a lot nicer of a place.

I would also be lying to you if I told you I didn't have a plan to tour some places I had found in Minnesota when I was going to visit my Aunt and Uncle.

I wanted to figure out what my best option was for my price range, and what place would give my baby the best chance of growing up with a good life.

"Leigh, when are you leaving?" I heard Landon ask, watching him wrap his arms around his boyfriend, hugging him from behind.

"Um.. shit I should've left five minutes ago!" I yelled, quickly grabbing a lunch baggie and shoving two brownies into it.

"BEING PREGNANT IS A PAIN WHEN YOU NEED TO LEAVE! I WANT TO EAT THESE BROWNIES BUT I NEED TO PEE!" I yelled, setting the baggie down and going to the bathroom.

That was one thing I was looking forward to being over with. Using the bathroom so often.

I couldn't leave the house without using the bathroom, and the inconvenience was extremely aggravating.

I have at least learned I have to pee less the less I move around, which gave me another excuse to lounge on the couch whenever I could.

I was convinced I was having to pee more than I should be at 15 weeks, but what I learned is it doesn't matter how far along you are as much as it does where the baby is sitting. I also thought I had a UTI, which is common when you're pregnant, but I went in and was all cleared, so basically I just get to suffer by almost peeing my pants every day.

When I arrived outside of Gabe's door, I could feel my heart race out of anticipation for the conversation that was ahead of me.

I slowly knocked on the door, holding my breath as I heard the click and watched it open.

"Hey, how are you?" Gabe asked, hugging me.

"I've been better. I'm warning you now, I will be leaving in a hurry to pee very often" I grumbled, wishing my baby would move. Worst case it was my uterus's fault for growing, but I was trying not to think about having this problem, this bad, for so long.

I had googled ways to move your baby, but none of the positions had worked so far, which only made me feel frustrated and disappointed.

Gabe and I had small talk for a little bit, trying to figure out how to bring up the topic of the birth.

I knew it was inevitable, but I was still afraid. I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it, hoping it didn't bite me in the ass later. "So... I was thinking about the birth" I trailed off and he tilted his head, shifting his seating position.

"What about it?"

"I don't think I want a hospital birth" I spoke quickly, not wanting to chicken out.

"WHAT?! What do you mean you don't want a hospital birth! What, are you just going to have our child on the fucking floor?!" He yelled, startling me.

"Why are you yelling?"

"YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY! A hospital is the safest place for a baby to be born!" He exclaimed.

"I understand that, but research shows that home births are just as safe. Yes, there is fear of complication, but if I die I'd rather die in my own home"

"Okay but if our baby dies because you wanted a home birth, do you know how we would both feel?!" He shouted and I could hear in his voice how blind sided he was, making me feel bad.

"Don't say that" I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes at the idea of my baby dying.

"THAT IS REALISTIC LEIGHTON! THE BABY COULD DIE! A hospital birth is the safest for the baby!"

He made me feel extremely guilty now, like I was a horrible mother just by making this one decision on my own.

"THE BABY COULD DIE AT THE HOSPITAL TOO! Can we stop talking about our baby dying please?!" I sobbed, unwanted visuals filling my thoughts.

Gabe sighed, running his hands over his face in frustration. "Why do you want an at home birth?" he asked, sitting back down.

"I can have a home birth, a hospital birth or there are birthing centers" I told him, feeling anxiety creep up.

"Why would you want to put not only yourself, but your baby at risk like that? We both know the hospital is the safest route! Why would you want to pick anything other than the safest for our baby?" He asked, sounding judgmental and I felt myself get defensive.

"I'm not! I understand that the hospital is the safest place to give birth in, but what about comfort? I don't want to be in a white room with beeping machines as I push around strangers, sharing our moment with people who don't care. I want to be able to have my baby without being stared at. Without feeling like a science experiment! I don't want to be a study! I want to be a mother!" I felt myself get choked up and I heard him sigh.

I knew what I meant to get across wasn't happening the way it was supposed to since I was extremely emotional right now, and certain pin points were sounding irrational, but I was feeling upset that he would accuse me of not wanting the best for my baby.

All I could think about is what was best. It's a thought that controlled me twenty four seven. If I wasn't thinking about what the best for my baby was, I would've done a lot of things differently.

"Okay, well let's talk about it. I'm sorry for yelling. You know where I stand, but I'm willing to hear you out as to why you want a home birth" He said and I nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping at my tears.

I got up quickly and blew my nose then peed before coming back, seeing Gabe was on his phone.

I rolled my eyes and sat back down.

"Really?" I asked and he looked up, his eyebrow furrowed.

"What?"

I shook my head and decided to let it go, getting comfy on the couch.

"I want to birth my baby in the comfort of my own home. My own space, people I trust. With people who have our best interest. I don't want to be in a bright sterile room with a million strangers. I did a lot of research. I'm not just having this idea out of the blue. Death rates are no lower at home than they are at a hospital. You have a trained midwife who is basically like an OBGYN, I'm not just popping out a baby on my own. They do the same process a hospital does Gabe. It's basically the same, just it's in our own space. I'm not saying this is a deciding factor for me, but it is a perk that it's cheaper. You don't rack up a hospital bill from staying. You don't have the drive home. You're already home. I give birth and go to bed in my own bed. The idea of being home, staying home, and having everything for the baby here, makes me feel a lot of comfort. Laying our baby in their bed right away, and not in a plastic bin... everything about a home birth sounds more humane. I know it sounds silly... but wouldn't you rather look at our newborn laying in their bed than in a plastic box on wheels?" I asked, wiping at my eyes.

"I understand why you think this way, but I'm thinking along the sides of, what if something goes wrong? I don't mean to get dark again, but what if the baby isn't breathing?"

Gabe bringing up the baby dying once again, made it extremely clear to me that this was one of his biggest fears. That he thought about this an awful lot to where it was clouding his thoughts, and opinions.

"We call 911" I said and he shook his head, seeming frustrated.

"What if it's too late? You don't have everything you need right down the hallway Leighton! I really don't think this is a good idea" He shook his head at me and I was feeling cornered.

It was my baby, my body, my decision.

He wasn't the one pushing a bowling ball out from his vagina.

Before I could reply, my emotions took over again and I just started crying, feeling extremely overwhelmed, having no idea what to do.

I came in with a plan, and I felt like it was being torn at the seams.

I completely understood where Gabe was coming from. His fears and concerns were extremely valid... but the idea of doing everything at home just seemed so peaceful and relaxing.

I felt like he didn't think I was afraid.

I was deathly afraid.

I felt like I was doing everything wrong twenty four seven.

Like no matter what decision I made, it was always incorrect.

I was the one who had to carry this baby for nine months, all by myself.

That's a pretty big ask, and to have someone think you're being reckless just feels like a kick in the balls.

I knew the hospital would be the safest, especially since it was my first baby, but something about a home birth just felt so magical.

Gabe and I did research on home birth versus hospital birth, talking about the risk, the logistics and what we would do if there was an emergency.

I tried really hard to hear his side of the story. Hear out his thoughts, and not let my impressions be clouded by me wanting to do the home birth, because I did understand his concerns. I had the same concerns, and I was trying really hard not to let my reasons make me mad at his.

"You're only thinking of the worst case scenario! What about the best case scenario? I'm comfortable, the baby is safe, we are in our own house-" I rambled and he shook his head, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"Whose house is that going to be Leighton? Your new roommates?" He asked harshly and I frowned. "I live in an apartment, Leighton! I highly doubt you want to give birth in an apartment and you don't even live here anymore!"

"I don't want to give birth in their house. I don't want to inconvenience them" I sighed, taking three of my fingers and rubbing my eyelid, feeling overwhelmed, frustrated and tired.

"So then where do you plan to do this whole home birth thing? We don't have anywhere to do it. The hospital makes the most sense. I'm sorry if I sound like a jerk, but having a home birth sounds like a bad idea in many ways"

"What about a birthing center?" I asked and he groaned

"Leighton!"

"WHAT?!" I yelled, tiredness taking over my rational thinking and reactions.

"You're not listening to me" He shook his head, pacing in his living room.

"I AM LISTENING TO YOU! You're not listening to me! I completely agree with you if that was the worst case scenario, but what if it isn't?! What if we have this magical home birth and not one where our baby fucking dies?!" I yelled and he clenched his fists before unclenching them and shaking his hands out, putting them in his jean pockets.

"I understand the best case scenario, but you need to also go down that road of what if! A hospital has the best trained doctors to help the what if's! I love you and I hear you, but I don't think a home birth or birthing center is a good idea"

"But what about the best case scenario?" I fought and he rolled his eyes. "I don't want to do an epidural. I can't, so I don't need a hospital for that, which is really the only perk to going through the hospital" I informed him and Gabe shook his head.

"Leigh, this is going to hurt a lot. It's there to help you" He tried to explain but I shook my head.

"I know what a fucking epidural is dumbass. I don't care if it's going to help my pain, I don't want to start recovery again!" I shook my head and I stared at me.

"Leigh, you don't have to restart recovery. You're not taking it because you want to feel high and numb. You're taking it to push out a baby! That seems like a pretty valid reason to take a drug!"

"My body was made to do it naturally" I argued and he tilted his head, his eyes narrowing at me.

"And how many people in the 1800s survived labor? Huh?" He asked and I glared at him.

"That has nothing to do with the fucking epidural!" I yelled, feeling anger build up in my chest.

"Leighton, I love you but you need to think clearly. I'm not trying to bully you or pressure you into the hospital choice. I'm sorry if it's coming off like that, but all I can think about is the what if something went wrong and we aren't at a place that can help us immediately? What if the baby dies on the way to the hospital? I'm sorry for being so morbid, but I can't help it. Do you know how often I think about something happening to you or the baby? Do you know how badly it kills me that I'm not right by your side all the time? I don't regret breaking up, but I do regret having a baby when we aren't even together. It's so hard to know some other man is loving up on my ex-girlfriends or that her roommates know more about my baby then I do!"

"You're not even trying! You don't visit, or plan to hang out with me! You constantly miss appointments, you've barely shown interest!" I argued and he shook his head, sitting back down.

"I'm trying just as hard as you are to prepare for the future, which means I get to spend less time focused on the present. You have to know that as much as it kills you, it kills me. I would love to see my little baby boy or girl on the screen, to hear the heartbeat, or feel the baby kick, but that isn't realistic. Do you know how expensive it's going to be to not only pay child support, but also buy stuff to keep here. We have to buy two of everything!" He exclaimed and I pouted, forgetting he also has to care for this baby.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked and he sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry if you feel like I'm lacking in the baby daddy department, but I'm trying to figure everything out just as much as you are."

"I've looked into picking up another job as well" I decided to tell him, but before I knew it he was angry again.

"YOU SHOULDN'T BE WORKING THIS MUCH LEIGH! YOU'RE PREGNANT!"

"We need money, Gabe! You even said so yourself!"

"But you don't need a second job Leighton!"

"I DO! MY TARGET JOB AND YOUR CONSTRUCTION JOB ISN'T GOING TO SUPPORT OUR BABY! IF WE CAN'T SUPPORT OUR BABY, OUR BABY WILL BE TAKEN AWAY GABRIEL!"

"WHY DO YOU THINK I'M WORKING SO MUCH!? I know we need money! You're bitching at me that we don't have money and that I'm not doing enough for the baby, WHEN I'M TRYING. I'm sorry I can't be around you twenty four seven because I'm picking up more shifts at work and helping out where I can so you don't have to take the second job! It's not good for you to be on your feet that much, let alone be even more stressed than you already are! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL OUR BABY LEIGHTON!" Gabe yelled and my eyes widened, shaking my head and standing up to slip on my shoes.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?" He shouted.

"HOME!" I yelled, grabbing my keys and slamming the door behind me.

"I'm so nervous!" I whined, a towel wrapped around my body, my hair dripping down my back.

"It's going to be fun Leigh!"

I was currently in my coworker's apartment, anxiety burning my insides alive.

"He's seen my picture right? Like I'm not going to show and he's gonna be grossed out right? He knows I'm pregnant?" I rambled and she laughed nodding.

"He knows you're pregnant. He's seen your picture. He knows you have tattoos. Can we get you ready now? He's going to be here in two hours" Aimée asked and I nodded.

I spent the rest of my afternoon with her, and now I was getting ready for my date tonight.

I tried to distance myself from Gabe and I's argument to have a good time tonight, but certain parts were still screaming at me in the back of my head, no matter how hard I tried to turn it off.

I dropped my towel and slid on a lace bra that was white and had pretty details on it, along with a white thong. I sighed when I looked at my thighs and ass, seeing the cellulite litter them.

What if he hated the cellulite on my thighs?

Was my ass too small?

"Your boobs look good in that bra" She said and I smiled, shaking my head. "You're wearing that white shirt dress I have right?" She asked and I nodded, remembering our conversation over text.

Sam, Colby and Jake were out visiting their friends' new place, which meant I was all alone. When Aimée learned this information, she decided now was the perfect time to get ready for the date.

She said we had the whole afternoon to get myself feeling like a million bucks, so I was holding her to it as she paid to get my nails done, including a pedicure.

I haven't had a pedicure in so long, that I swear I was going to orgasm from it.

I now understand why pregnant people love having their feet rubbed when they're in their third trimester.

I'm barely in the second, and it felt like pure heaven.

I had befriended a couple people from work, but I wouldn't say we were best friends or anything, but I could definitely see it happening. She was super nice to me on my first day of work and she's been by my side since.

"You have so much hair to play with! I miss this!" She laughed, brushing my hair out for me whilst I brushed my teeth

"The shaven look, looks so good though! I don't have the balls for that" I giggled and she grinned.

"I thought the same thing, and then I finally did it, and I've loved it since!"

Aimée had stunning dark skin that complimented her buzzed head and a couple pretty piercings. She also had a few tattoos, but no more than I had. Her clothing hugged her thicker body type that I was honestly envious of. I loved the way her jeans clung to her hips and the way her boobs looked in her tops.

When I was in High School, I had a weird body type that was basically thick and thin in all the wrong places. Now that I'm out of High School and pregnant, I'm kind of getting that body everyone wants, but it still looks weird in certain places. Now I had a bump which meant I didn't have that slim stomach everyone was looking for. I've never had a slim tummy, even at my lowest weight, so the hope for that has gone out the window.

We put on some music and got to work drying, and straightening my hair.

"HEY HEY YOU YOU I DON'T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND" She shouted in the bathroom, laughing at ourselves in the mirror. "NO WAY NO WAY I THINK YOU NEED A NEW ONE!" We yelled at each other.

"You're so fine I want you mine you're so delicious" We practically moaned, our backs arching against each other as we used whatever we were holding as a microphone, laughing.

I grabbed the makeup to start prepping my face." I don't know how you don't have an Instagram" Aimée grumbled and I shrugged, knowing we already talked about this.

Aimée had a private Instagram and wanted me to follow her, which led to the somewhat dreadful conversation about how I didn't have any social media.

"HELL YEAH I'M THE MOTHERFUCKING PRINCESS!" We yelled and I saw she was filming making me laugh.

"SHE'S LIKE SO WHATEVER I THINK YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!" We jumped and I started laughing.

"SO COME OVER HERE AND TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR, BETTER YET MAKE THAT GIRLFRIEND DISAPPEAR I DON'T WANT TO HEAR HER NAME EVER AGAIN!" We yelled

"In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger" I stuck up my middle finger, waving my hand. "Cause I can, cause I can do it better!" I stuck my tongue out throwing up both middle fingers as she took my photo and I laughed harder, watching her take the end of a makeup brush

"I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE ME, NO IT'S NOT A SECRET!" Aimée sang into the makeup brush.

"But you become somebody else around everyone else!" We sang and I saw my phone was ringing with a FaceTime call seeing it was Katrina. I had gotten my face primed and foundation laid on, and I answered it.

"TELL ME! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED!" Aimée scream sang

"Hey! I see you're having fun!" Kat laughed and I smiled, nodding.

"I hear you guys are too! We are having two very different parties" I giggled and she grinned, nodding.

"What are you doing? Why are you in your underwear?" She laughed and I grinned.

"I have a date! We're getting ready" I grabbed the concealer and drew two triangles under my eyes, grabbing my beauty blender

"You have a date!? Since when!" Kat gasped and I giggled, feeling the warm piece of hair fall down my back.

"HE WAS A BOY, SHE WAS A GIRL, CAN I MAKE IT ANYMORE OBVIOUS!" Aimée yelled, straightening my hair, skipping the last song.

"HE WAS A SKATER BOY SHE SAID SEE YOU LATER BOY!" Aimée danced, making me laugh.

"Since yesterday. Aren't you supposed to be with Sam and Colby?" I asked and she nodded, flipping the camera around to show Sam was in front of her, talking to some girl and guy I didn't recognize.

"Send me pics when you get dressed!" Kat told me and I agreed, grabbing my eyebrow pencil.

"Aimée, this is my roommate's girlfriend, and my friend Kat, Kat. This is my coworker and now friend Aimée" I introduced, letting them talk for a minute so I could focus on my brows.

"I haven't worn full glam in so long" I breathed out, leaning closer to the bathroom mirror to see how they looked.

"Remember Leigh, Sisters, not twins!" Aimée reminded me, watching me intently inspect the hair above my eyes.

"Has Colby ever seen you in full glam?" Kat asked and I shook my head.

"He's seen me in like, slight glam from the day I let my brother do my makeup, but I haven't done date night glam in a couple years. I was a little uh.. preoccupied to care about my looks to be honest" I muttered.

"You should def take pics and send them to me!" Kat yelled over the music. I could see this little get together turned into a house party, so I knew the likeness of either of us coming home was slim.

"Hey Leigh!" Sam said and I gasped, dropping to hide behind the counter.

I grabbed the towel and covered my body, popping back up.

"KAT!" I yelled and she giggled.

"I wish it would've been Colby" Kat spoke and I glared at her.

"SAM YOU CAN'T JUST POP IN LIKE THAT! I WAS IN MY UNDERWEAR!" I yelled, clinging the towel to my chest.

"It's no worse than seeing you in a bikini. I'm very happy with my girlfriend, I could care less" Sam explained, kissing Kat's cheek.

"Gross, and I care! I don't need you seeing my date night underwear!"

"Ohh! Is someone planning to get laid?" He asked and I flipped him off making him laugh.

"Anyway, how's the party?" I asked, letting Aimée finish straightening my hair.

"It's alright. Colby's getting black out drunk with some friends, so one of three things will happen. He's going to end up in bed with some girl, annoy Sam and I on the way home, or be extremely stupid with his friends" Kat shrugged and I laughed, remembering some of the drunk Colby stories I've been told. I've never seen him drunk, but from what I've heard, it's quite the experience.

I talked with Kat for a little bit before she went to go hang out with some friends, leaving me and Aimée to finish.

"It looks good!" I complimented, watching my hair do a swoosh movement as I spun to the side.

"Your makeup looks good too! I would do just a nude or light pink lip or something" She said and I nodded, digging through her lipsticks.

"So who's Colby, and why does your friend want him to see you in full glam?" Aimée asked and I sighed.

"He's my roommate. Her boyfriends, best friends. They keep teasing about us getting together" I shrugged and Aimée raised an eyebrow.

"Is he cute?" She asked and I smirked, tilting my head at her.

I showed her his contact photo and she grinned so big that her eyes squinted.

"How haven't you hit that yet?" She asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Please he's always mad at me and there is more to being with someone than them just looking hot. They need a good personality and attitude dumbass" I grumbled, tired of people saying I should fuck Colby or date him.

"Oooo, cute rough makeup sex" She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I narrowed my eyes at her, shaking my head.

"Okay but enemies to lovers is so hot!" She practically moaned and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not cute, it's troubling and cliché. All those dumb enemies to lovers books, the relationship is shit and someone always ends up heartbroken"

"Ohhhh, so you're looking for a relationship?" She smirked.

"Aimée, we are literally getting ready for a date that YOU wanted me to go on!"

"OH YEAH LET ME GRAB YOUR DRESS!" She yelled, running out of the room.

Aimée walked in with the outfit draped over her arm, heels in hand.

"Put your cute flats in your bag just in case" She said and I nodded. I had worn some white flat sandals to her place, and I was glad the bag I brought was big enough to fit them.

I slipped on the cute dress, looking at myself in the mirror.

"I'm going to spin, make sure you can't see my ass" I twirled a couple times and she said I was all good, so I slipped on the heels.

"We got half an hour to take some bomb ass pics!" Aimée cheered, grabbing her phone and polaroid camera. I snapped a quick pic and sent it to Kat.

We spent the next 15 minutes taking photos, and she showed me the ones with my bump.

From the side, you could see the very tiny little bump poking out, but I flattened the dress against it so it peaked out more, and I was obsessed.

"I might make you take my maternity pics" I spoke in awe of the imagery.

"What does he look like again?" I asked, inspecting myself in the mirror again.

It's been a long time since I've gone on a proper date, and it would be my first actual date after my break up, so saying I was insanely nervous would be an understatement.

She handed me her phone and I swiped through a few photos, nodding.

I took a deep breath and shook my hands, trying to get rid of the jitters.

"Put your phone on the charger till we leave. I can text you the photos"

Before we knew it, there was a knock at the door, and Aimée was opening it, letting the stranger into our safe space.

"You look beautiful" He spoke and I gave a small smile, glancing towards the floor.

"Thank you. The navy blue collar shirt and dark jeans is drool worthy" I accidently said and my eyes widened. "Wait- no! I'm sorry!" I quickly tried to recover but it was too late.

He chuckled and nodded. "Thank you" he smirked and I wanted the floor to collapse.

"I'm sorry! It's my first date in a long time! I might keep saying stupid shit" I covered my face with my hands, but I felt his hand grasp my wrist and pull my hand off my face, my eye peaking open.

"Don't hide. It's cute" He reassured me and I shook my head.

"It's not cute! It's embarrassing! I understand if you don't want to go out with me now-" I quickly spoke and I watched his forehead wrinkle.

"Why wouldn't I still want to go out with you? You basically just said you found me attractive and liked my outfit. As far as I'm concerned, this date is already off to a good start" He winked and I blushed, playing with the ring on my finger.

We put in some studs and a couple rings on my hands, and now I was kind of regretting the rings.

I knew it was a nervous habit, so I was starting to question if I should take them off and leave them here. Maybe that would prevent my fidgeting, or maybe I'd just replace it with something else....

"I can't believe I did that!" I groaned, crouching on the floor with my head in my hands, except in what I thought would be a graceful crouch, my little bump hit my knees and down I went on my ass, the palms of my hands bracing the fall on the floor.

"Woah! Are you okay?!" He spoke frantically and I nodded, taking a deep breath. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry.

He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him help me up and steady me on my feet.

"You know.. if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to spill your water down the front of me" He teased but my hormones decided to not take it as a joke, and I just started crying.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, already knowing I'll never see this man again.

"Hey! It's okay!" He cooed and I frowned, feeling like a baby.

I quickly walked out the restaurant door, tears rapidly falling down my face as I cursed myself out over and over again.

I made a fool out of myself!

I stopped walking and leaned against a wall, hearing my name being called out.

I opened my contacts and tried to quickly decide who to call.

I didn't want to let Aimée down, and I didn't want to worry her since he had done nothing wrong. Kat, Sam, Jake and Colby are at a house party. My brother is out of town picking up their new dog.

"Leighton!" He yelled and I heard running coming towards me.

"No it's okay! I'll find my way home-" I started but he shook his head, stopping in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He breathed out quietly.

"No! I fucked it all up! I've said and done so much stupid shit it's embarrassing!"

"Hey, we all do stupid stuff here and there. The water was an accident, don't beat yourself up about it. I've said dumb stuff too, but I promise I find it cute. It's cute that you're all worked up and nervous that you're fumbling over your words and saying weird stuff. It makes you human. I don't need the world's perfect girl. I need my perfect girl, and as far as I'm concerned, I think I've found her" He smirked and I frowned.

"It's the hostess isn't it?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Can I do something stupid?" He asked and I narrowed my eyes.

"Like what?"

"Can I kiss you?"

* * * *

Okay I've read through this so many times pre editing, I don't want to do it again. If you find any mistakes, sorry. It's pure laziness again.

Imagine reading through this chapter like 10 times. You'd get tired too lol

The January stuff is cause I used stuff from the deleted scenes lol

Wrote on: January 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 19th, 20, 21st, February 5th, 13th 2022

Word Count: 7672

Part Twenty Five

#colbybrock #sam golbach #sam and colby #unbroken #writing #creative writing #fanfiction #colby brock fanfic #katrina stuart

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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Oof. Awake for work. No idea if she saw or reacted, I can't bring myself to even look at her cursed ass blog after that last night, and I'm still trying to figure out what happened. Like he did the same thing as me as I was doing with her to some extent, and rode Eros or the general spirit and energy of the holiday right to the top in a weirdly platonic thing, but just some sort of gesture of remaining love unobstructed from all the reflected rage going on right now, or what, but that was. Still. A lot.

I don't know if she'll ever fully let herself accept what's happening, but if she heard him at all, even at all, she might fuckin put her big girl pants on and move on for at least his sake. Because he's right, frankly, as I do, I set off something so big I couldn't pull it back in if I wanted to. Which, I don't. He's, as he is on most things, torn I think, but that was like, instead of the 238492384 people on the ride being in rage bouncing and manifestation mode, there was just one hot moment where he found the way to give a shit again, because he wants to give a shit even when she doesn't, and that's harder for him than it sounds.

I don't know if I've ever felt something like that from him in my life. I'm used to vibrating like a megatower to the point I attract the schizos and shit, and am infamous for my Weird Bullshit. Like believe it or not this timeline is already bent and its trajectory is going to keep turning, and again it's so simple.

The pleas to understand him really do boil down to the essence she refused to read, on WHY he's not with her the same, but my reflections are, or WHY the black ice raven shadow became Loki in her head, or whatever else. He's literally stuck there, not able to break through until she actually moves the fuck forward, making her own shadow loop and now there's millions on the crazy train, cuz she pissed me off that bad as a singular human that just happens to be one of a handful of highest grade maguses on the planet, before she got all fucked up on who was who.

Also eff u bro I didn't copy you, I just grew up idolizing you, and it's only half the same, but I do get the sentiment of what he was trying to tell her, if she can own up to the rest.

I somehow think my assessment of it being a unique use of the holiday spirit was correct, and a valentine note that has now passed for that vague warning. Which I have enough hand in the cause of to take some rough guesses.

Prob why I woke up to this as an extant earworm, huh.

youtube

Big mood to flip to this one right now though. Thanks, Foolish Glamrock.

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#Youtube

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pumpkzsafeplace · 4 months

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hi I'm sorry I don't kno how asks are supposed to work but I found ur blog a couple of minutes ago and I think it might help with something scary that happened this morning. (If this is bad or I wasn't supposed to post it pls ignore 🤍)

so I don't rly know if what I do is age dreaming or regression or something else I just know that it helps usually when I'm in a bad place and need comfort, but I usually have to get myself to go into it and I can still access like adult thinking I just have to work harder so I usually talk a lot less. I've been kinda in and out of that feeling all throughout this week and I kinda unintentionally latched to one of my friends but that's a whole other thing. Last night I was doing my thing and cuddling with my stuffies but it didn't rly feel right and then this morning I woke up feeling so terrible. I dunno what it was but I felt small and dirty and sad and I wanted comfort but I felt like I was lost and there was no one around me. It was also the first time ever I didn't have to work to make myself feel small I just woke up that way. The reason why I think it's related to the other feeling is because I went to sleep in that headspace I guess and I woke up still feeling fuzzy and the first thing I wanted to do is hold my favorite stuffy

Anyway to get to the question: have u ever experienced or heard of that before? Do u know of any way to get out of it? And also if u have any idea on what I do is because it's confusing and embarrassing and I don't feel like I belong in the community because of it :(

anyway ur blog is so pretty and it makes me happy to read through it and have a nice day lovely 🤍🤍🤍

- hihi cucpake'! <3

sorry for the delayed response sweetpea i was taking a little break <3

hey, hey- it's completely okay honeybee <3.

first off, i want to say how proud of you i am for telling me. talking about your feelings can be hard, and the fact that you did it so well makes me ever so proud <3.

secondly, age regression can sometimes just happen lovely. like you mentioned, it happens more often than not when you're feeling down and need some comfort- but that's not the only time too <3.

sometimes you can just mentally slip into that headspace, no matter what you're doing. sometimes i can just slip straight into it when i'm missing somebody, or if a routine has been suddenly changed, or when i'm reading agere fics- it just happens. it can happen over night where you go to sleep fine and wake up fuzzy, it can happen the opposite way around to.

it might be why you woke up feeling so out of place, regression can be a little hard solo (especially when you've just woke up and everythings a little fuzzy). you can feel lonely, isolated and sometimes ashamed and embarrased for feeling all of these things so suddenly when usually you can just go about your day.

first thing to do is not to worry, okay? it happens. second thing to do is to maybe think about planning something like an drop emergency box, something to help when you wake up is a deep drop. this could range from paci's to plushies to blankies ~ anything that helps you feel comforted and safe! <3. maybe start making routines for yourself to help explore little space a bit better? see what you like to do when your small and jot it down so you don't feel so all over the place <3

also it's okay to feel scared sometimes about new things, don't let your mind make you think you don't belong here okay <3 we're all here and happy to help with questions and wonders, that's what having a community is for little one <3.

i hoped this helped and i hope you're feeling a little better <3

-ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗

#age regression #sfw little blog #sfw little community #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere community #safe agere #agere little #agere blog #sfw little post #sfw little one #sfw little stuff #sfw interaction only #sfw furry #sfw regression #sfw blog #sfw littlespace #agere

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latetaektalk · 2 years

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LITERALLY ME TOO!!! I cannot contain my excitement !! the show was on late at night for me but when I saw the picture that she was on the red carpet, I knew she would be announcing something… but I fell asleep 😭😭 I’m always asleep when she announces something! luckily I woke up a few hours into the show and saw the clip, and she was top trend on twitter!!! only downer is that the 21/10 release date is a hard date for me so I might give it a few days before I listen but I’m still so excited 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

It’s giving me 1989 (musical style) meets reputation (but like the romantic side of rep) meets evermore (sad girl feelings)... what do you think? I wonder what she’s cooked up for us!! and 3 VMAs for the ATW film, it’s what she deserves ✨ also, BLACKPINK. what a performance !!!!! the vocals, the outfits, the rap, they killed it. and rose partying it up with taylor, ah what a life they live 😭

I’m good thankyou!!!! how are you, how have you been? I literally just scrolled to your page to see when we last spoke and saw u replied, I totally missed that 😭😭😭 I’m so sorry!!! your Amsterdam trip sounds so lovely, I’m glad u had some a great time!! you saw THE MISS RODRIGO?? how was it, tell me everything! I’ve watched a lot of her tour performances online and they are so so good!!!! oh gosh how weeeird, I literally bought that book and read it at the beach about a month ago - I’ve read about half cause it’s so sad at times so I had to take a break from it, but I’ll be picking it up soon to finish it! I’ve been filling my time reading cute tiktok romcom books and watching never have I ever 😭😭 it’s such a funny show if you haven’t seen it (on netflix).

speak soon, 🦋 :) xxxxxxx

sorry bub !! ive been working 24/7 so i totally forgot to answer rip but yes oh my god i saw the news while at work and i just freaked out a little!! definitely made my morning <3 and uff i hope you get to listen to the album soon after it drops!! its unfortunate that its a busy date for you, but welp the masterpiece of an album will be waiting for you ✨

and oh my god yes i agree!! i totally get what you mean, especially when you say the romantic side of rep!! id add in the hopelessly in love but love is oh so hard side of lover to it as well !! cant believe this is actually happening tbh,, another new taylor swift album wasnt on my 2022 bingo card at all haha and oh my god yeah! the girlies really killed it on stage 💓💓 just their outfits were enough to have me in awe !! a fashion moment!! and the fact that rose was hanging out with taylor,,,,, idk who im more jealous of tbh HAHA

dont worry, bub!! its totally fine, i get that sometimes replies get eaten up and life is just busy so dont worry at all!! ive been real busy to be honest,,, i think ive had the busiest past two and half months in my life rip but theres an end in sight, so hopefully october will have me return a little more!! both socially and also here! and hehe thanks im still thinking abt my amsterdam trip on the daily tbh 💓 yes, i did!! actually still in disbelief abt it!! but yes it was as amazing and great as youd expect it to be! she is prettier even in person, and i wasnt even all that close to the stage so upclose she must be fucking insane ✨also yes she is my lockscreen now if youre wondering

and oh yeah on earth we're briefly gorgeous is painful to read but it is also so so so good and evidence for how good books can be!! tell me what you think of it when u finish it because it might just be my favourite book of this year haha and oh yeah ive heard of never have i ever!! im so bad at watching shows tho, so i havent had the chance to check it out. the last thing i watched was the office but that was also only because ive wanted to watch it for like five plus years. aside from that, i havent touched a new show since the umbrella academy/you dropped

either way, hope youre doing well 💓💓 also i hope you streamed august last month !!

#🦋 anon #linh.ask #linh.anon

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Soft sex pt.1 pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired…

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo” you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good.

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was, due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further.

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms, hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

-Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him.

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings.

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.

“Yoomi~” you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked.

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer.

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way”

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing keeping him grounded.

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. : )

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

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jeonfiles · 3 years

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better left unsaid - jjk

genre: angst, rebounds

pairings: jungkook x reader (ft. namjoon)

warnings: arguing, alcohol, profanity, break ups, light smut, use of drugs, jungkook is a fucking dick, jungkook has major attachment issues, toxic relationships, oc cries a lot, namjoon has a heart of gold, unrequited love

synopsis: you knew you shouldnt have given him that second chance, not the third or the fourth either. no matter how much you try he always slithers his way underneath your sheets, arms wrapped around you.

word count: 2.7k

music: into your arms, so it ends?, you will fade, thinkin bout you, julia, my insecurities not yours, fuck u, goodluck, my dear i will think of you

note: uhh ive never written a y/n fic so bare with me, if u listen to the music you’ll be able to feel the story a lot more so yeah if u have time u should, not proof read

Light coming through the cracks of the blinds, making you squint your eyes when the daylight beams into your eyes, head resting on the kitchen island Looking up, you saw the clock ticking on the wall, 11:32 am.

You had stayed up till 5 am, waiting for him to come home, but seemingly, he never did. Reaching for your phone, you saw 4 missed calls from the one and only,

Jeon Jungkook, saved in your phone as “Koo <3″, Rows of messages too, all from the same contact.

Koo <3 [05:34 am]

baby pkck me up pleseee

im so wsated

Koo <3 [06.46am]

dont be mad at me jsut pick me up

i dont knw hewere the fuck i am

i love you

Koo <3 [07:31 am]

i got a rde home i’ll be home by 12

i need to talk to someone frsit

im sorry if i woke ypu dont be worried

You took a few moments to collect your thoughts, but there wasn’t much to collect. This whole thing, was a routine by now.

Standing up to make yourself a cup of coffee, you could literally not feel your own backside, you were so sore from the barstool you had been sitting on all night, and it made you groan in pain.

Two coffee cups right beside the kitchen sink, which you couldn’t bring yourself to clean up, because it was from the last time you had coffee together, which was 2 weeks ago.

The inside of the cup had a coffee crust at the top, and both your lip tint marks on the outside.

When you finish your cup of coffee while watching a bad telenovela, you go sit in your favorite chair and pull out a few books from the backpack hanging on the chair next to you, getting ready to get some studying done.

For a few seconds you imagine Jungkook hanging over your shoulder laughing at the way you write your A-s and R-s, or the way you always sign your homework at the bottom of the page.

And when you open them, there’s no one there. The only sound is from the refrigerator, making refrigerator noises.

You had met Jungkook 3 years ago, when you were at college orientation, senior year of high school. He also wanted to attend Yonsei, just like you.

And when he whispered to you about how bored he was, you couldn’t help but giggle, and then you got yelled at.

It was worth it though, because everyone was jealous of you afterwards,the Jeon Jungkook had talked to you.

Jungkook was an all-rounder as they called it; great physique, intelligent, charismatic and great at sports.

And god, he had a beautiful face, and such a filthy mouth, and it didn’t go long before you gave in to his seductive ways and slept with him. The morning after, he wasn’t in bed with you, and your heart sank.

Luckily, he was in the kitchen making you breakfast.

It was all bliss from there, showering you with love, gifts and kisses for two years, and you even ended up moving in together.

And now? You barely remember what he sounds like, smells like and is like.

A distant memory, just as distant as him.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard 3 knocks on your door. The exact same way he had always knocked when he had forgotten (or lost) his keys.

And even though you should have let him suffer a little, you rushed to the door to open it, and in front of you, was your biggest nightmare.

It was your love, crying his eyes out, bleeding from one of many cuts on his face, looking nearly dead. He collapsed into your arms, and you could only utter a few words, along the lines of:

“How could you do this to us?”

As he was laying curled up in a ball on the couch, face plastered up, ice bag on his knee, wrapped up in a blanket, you realized. this was your que to cry.

So, you did. You cried in silence, sitting across the room from him. You weren’t mad at him for coming home late, or getting in another fight, probably the 5th just these past months, you had gotten used to that by now.

There was a whole other reason that made you cry.

He smelled like Victorias Secret Bombshell, you recognized the scent because it used to be your favorite, however, now you’ve moved onto something less sweet, and more elegant, like Caroline Herrera.

He smelled like someone who wasn’t you, his girlfriend.

He smelled like another girl.

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe because the Jungkook that had come home to you that morning wasn’t your Jungkook.

Your Jungkook was varsity jackets, star of the american football team (which your school was known for), selfless and humorous, and he would always take care of you.

Your Jungkook was not ungroomed hair, cigarettes and worsening grades. He was not cold and lifeless, and he would never make you cry.

Despite this, you were carding your fingers though his hair, thumb wiping away the blood on his lips while he was sound asleep as you slowly fell asleep next to him.

Maybe it was time to let him go.

Maybe.

You woke a few hours later from your phone vibrating.

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:01 pm]

Hey Y/N! Have you started working on the statistics assignment?

If you haven’t, would you be interested in meeting at the library tomorrow? You’re really smart and i’m kinda struggling ://

You [07:03 pm]

i finished it yesterday, but if you buy me coffee i’ll come help you hehe

Kim Namjoon (school) [07:04 pm]

You’re the best, I’ll bring you a machiatto!! :D

Maybe it would be nice for you to get out of the house, even though you hate the thought of it, and you would much rather just swim in your own sorrow.

But you did go out the next day, and you helped Namjoon get a decent grade, enough to pass with good margines, he thanked you by taking you out for ramen at a convenial store not too far away.

You thanked him for the ramen with a trip to the museum, and he thanked you for the museum trip with a picnic in the park at night, which led you to crying over Jungkook in his embrace, telling him every single little detail.

He made you realize it was time to let Jungkook go and make room for new people to enter your life.

You went home that night, and you found Jungkook passed out on the couch, and you could genuienly feel your chest tighten. Soft features which stood out under the moonlight glow, disheveled brown locks which hung down in his eyes.

He was gorgeous, until you saw the credit card on the table next to three bottles of soju and an empty beer can on the floor. And you knew what he had used the credit card for, though you didn’t want to say it out loud.

You cleaned everything up, and you threw the residue of the white powder right in the trash can, and you recycled his bottles and cans before finally, nudging him to wake up.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You spat coldly, or at least you attempted to.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes before opening his eyes, and s huge smile on his face. “Y/N, you’re home!” He reached to kiss you, but you backed away.

“Y/N?” Jungkook questioned, he didn’t quite understand what your intentions were.

“Don’t try anything Jungkook. This was your last chance, and you fucked it up, again.” The room turned ice cold. “I’m getting you help Jungkook, you need help. And then...”

He understood what kind of help you meant, and since he had now sobered up, he agreed, nodding. “And then...?”

“And then.” Your words were ludged in your throat. “And then I’m leaving you.”

His whole face dropped, smile turned into the frowniest frown you had ever seen, and it was all silent before his lower lip starts trembling, and his eyes start turning glassy.

“It’s alright. Sorry for burdening you.” Was all he could say before tears rushed down his cheeks, and he started shaking.

So you did what you always had done, and you wrapped your arms around him, head resting on your chest as he sobbed.

“Is there anyone else?” he cried out before another wave of sobs hit him.

This exact question made your stomach hurt, and your throat burn. You really had no idea.

Or you did, but you didn’t want to.

You loved Jungkook so much, but you couldn’t be with him in this state. So you did what every rational person would do in this situation.

“Yeah.”

You lied.

“Oh ok. I don’t have the right to be mad do I?”

You shake your head no.

“I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I’m so messed up.”

“It’s ok.” was all he said before he fell asleep in your arms again.

That night you slither your way out of his embrace and you pack your suitcase in the dark, bringing all your essentials, trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Jungkook.

Packing enough for two weeks or so, you make the bed and leave your t-shirt “accidentally” in the bathroom, and you make sure all his clothes are folded, and then you sort his pencil case, throwing out old pens and worn out erasers.

You leave a grocery list on the counter, and you tuck him in good under the blankets after you took his jeans and socks off so he could sleep comfortably.

You placed his vitamins and medicine by the refrigerator so he’ll see it when he goes to grab something to eat.

Puffed up pillows, a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and underwear is now placed neatly on his bed. Then you walk into the kitchen again, and you see Jungkook still sound asleep, sniffling a little still.

There’s one last thing, and it makes you cry. It makes you sob so loud you cover your mouth and muffle the sound you make. Sinking to the floor, your whole body is in contact with the cold tiles.

Only a year ago you could never imagine yourself even shedding a single tear over something as small as this, but here you were, on the edge of a panic attack.

Two worn out, matching couple mugs still placed by the counter. one if the first things you two had bought together, as well as the necklace hanging around your neck.

Finally, you stopped crying and started cleaning the mugs, lip trembling as you dried them and placed them in the back of the cabinet.

You unhooked your necklace and laid it down on the counter, and the biggest lump formed in your throat.

Actually, there’s a little detail you forget.

You kiss Jungkook on the forehead and leave a note on the coffee table.

“Dear Jungkook,

If you want to make this up to me (this does not mean a new chance!!) you call the number at the bottom of the page. No matter what happens, I’ll always have room for you in my heart. You even have your own little VIP lobby in there. And - if it’s urgent, call. I still care for you, and I always have. You were the best boyfriend I’ve had, but good things always come to and end, don’t they? Anyways, I’m tired so this letter fucking sucks, but deep down you know how much I love you. Remember to get groceries, shower, get fresh air and study. If I forgot something you can keep it, as long as you call the number and tell them you’re my friend. They’ll help you love. Try and get a part time job too, your student loan and your dad’s money won’t last forever. Good luck Koo. Hwaiting!!

-L/N Y/N <33″

You cringe when you think of the letter’s contents, before you roll out your suitcase out of the front door, whispering a faint “Goodnight Love.” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Standing by the elevator, you cry again. This time, louder, but you still reach for your phone and type out a text to the newly edited contact in your phone.

You [02:13 am]

coming outside now, im a crying mess and im super cold, is your car heated?

sorry for making you wait btw :((

Joonie <3 [02:13 am]

dont worry about the crying part, i’ll hold you. and yeah car is heated, so waiting here wasnt all that bad. you ready for this?

You [02:14 am]

i have no idea but i cant stay here any longer and i trust you sooo

lets start our new chapter. eh?

4 months later...

He had been good to you, great even.

You had been on expensive dates, picnics, had heart to heart conversations, and he’d been so understanding.

Today, it was your 2 month anniversary, and he had asked you on a magnificent date, which he had planned every second of.

At the end of the day, you told him how you don’t love him. He said it was alright. Namjoon loved you, so much, yet he understood you needed time.

You went to sleep that day, warm in Namjoon’s embrace, wondering how Jungkook was doing.

You felt bad, but you missed Jungkook.

You were both with someone new now, and you knew he was in good hands with someone stable enough to care for him.

Before your eyes closed shut, you shed a few quiet tears and hoped that you’d fall in love with Namjoon soon, and deep down you knew you would.

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