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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys

So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.

Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.

Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.

Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it

Without much more here’s:

Strength Kink with the 141

Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.

Price

Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.

First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.

Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.

If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.

He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.

Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.

Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.

If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.

“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”

“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.

Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.

And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.

(This is what i mean btw)

Soap

The worst about it of them all.

I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”

He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.

Will bench press you.

Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.

If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.

If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.

If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.

Catch him planking at the gym?

Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.

“Do push ups.”

“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”

“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”

“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”

“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”

He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.

Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.

Ghost

Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.

Oh you think he does?

If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.

He’ll just randomly pick you up.

Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.

If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.

If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.

If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.

He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.

Konig

(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))

Gaz

By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.

So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.

And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.

If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.

“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.

But no no no.

“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.

Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.

He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.

That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.

I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.

Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.

First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.

Edit: here’s Keegan

Keegan

Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.

What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.

He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.

“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.

He made sure to get real close to.

Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.

And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.

Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.

Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)

Krueger:

Sebstian knows he’s already strong.

Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.

He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.

Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.

Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.

God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.

He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.

#cod x reader #call of duty #john price #captain price #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig #soap x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap cod #soap x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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ilwonuu · 10 days

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hiii love all of your work btw!!

hear me out please!, this might be a long one😭

okay so you and jaehyun (or whatever idol you may want to use) are best friends. and have been since childhood! your a dancer and he’s a idol so your schedules are complicated. your very close with each other’s families. so one day you visit his mom like usual and surprisingly he is there with his group visiting home too, which you didn’t know he was visiting. you guys are excited to see each other and everyone can see your chemistry ( you get introduced to everyone) but you guys say y’all are “best friends” even his family see it. y’all flirt. (a lot) boom spend the night smut and boom😭😭😭.

(ik it’s a lot i’m sorry😭)

thank u for saying u enjoy my work ily<3 NO NO ITS NOT A LOT ITS OERFECT KSJSHA,,, i love this idea and of course i love rhis idea with jaehyun ehehshs!! i hope u enjoy,,, thank youu for requesting <3

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⤑ jeong jaehyun

𖤓 pairing- best friends to lovers, idol!jaehyun x nonidol!femreader, softdom!jae x sub!reader, established friendship

𖤓 warnings- lots of cringe flirting, kissing, fingering(f receiving), dirty talk, slight smut heheheheh(dw lmk if you want another smut part), lmk what else<333

𖤓 a/n- hiiiii im fulfilling my lovely anon’s ask!!! im so happy that u requested something!! i based this fic off of some of the lyrics from this song<3 thank u for reading🙃🙃

you almost cry after finding out about your 4 days off. you’ve been working yourself to the core with dancing. of course it’s something you love but you really need a break. you decide to go your best friends house. you know he isn’t going to be be there but it’s fine because you’re just as close with his family. his mother always being there for you whenever you needed. today you could use the company. you knock on the door a couple times waiting for her to open the door. to your surprise your very handsome best friend opens the door with a big smile.

“get in here.” he pulls you into a big hug. “jae? you didn’t tell me you were free!” you roll your eyes at him, letting go of him to greet his mother. you hug her with a smile. “i came to see you.” you smile getting comfortable a little more. you wave to the other guys in the room. “hi guys! i’m y/n nice to finally meet you all. i’ve heard a lot.” jaehyun smiles as he introduces each of the members to you.

“yea we have heard a lot too!” haechan smirks at you and jaehyun, causing johnny and mark to snicker at him. “you’re so pretty!” jungwoo says after you compliment his outfit. you smile knowing that you two will be great friends. exchanging numbers with the guys as you and jaehyun basically have the same friends. jaehyun pulls your attention back to him when he grabs your hand.

“so you guys are friends?” yuta asks looking as you guys intensely. “yea- best friends.” you smile at jaehyun. they see right through what you guys are telling yourselves. “definitely.” doyoung says as he laughs at how red jaehyun got at the question. “okay! are you guys hungry?” mrs. jeong cuts the silence with a smile.

after dinner, you and jaehyun spent the night watching your favorite childhood movies laughing and fucking flirting. how could you not flirt with the boy? it’s hard having a hot best friend (a lot of people suffer from this!!!) he has you in his arms as he mindlessly rubs your sides. you are melting in his arms. “i missed you.” he says taking your attention from the movie.

“i missed you more jae.” you smile at him. he blushes hard at the gesture. “no like i seriously couldn’t wait to see you. i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he holds you tighter. “ew you’re being cheesy all of a sudden.” you playfully push him away. “shut up you love it baby.” you choke on your spit. baby?? what the fuck he never calls you baby. obviously because you guys are just friends,,,,definitely! “im just messing with you.” he smiles at you innocently.

“you’re annoying.” he shakes his head. “you don’t really think so, you like me too much.” he kisses your cheek and at first it seems sweet until he moves his kisses down your jaw. “is this okay?” your breath hitches as he holds you in place. “jaehyun- what are you doing?” you look at him nervously. “tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now.” he rubs your side gently. “no- i want this.” you nod at him and he smiles.

“relax baby.” he helps you out of your shorts leaving you in just your panties. your back is against his chest as you rest between his legs. “look at me- good girl.” he smiles at you pulling you to kiss him. “i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” his voice is quiet as it leaves his lips. he’s been trying to ignore his feelings as were you. anyone could see that you guys were more than friends.

“kiss me again.” you sighed against his chest. he chuckles a little kissing your cheek before turning your head to kiss your lips. you moan into the kiss as your legs spread. his hand snakes to your thighs rubbing it gently.

“jaehyun- touch me.” you whisper to him. he nods at you pecking your lips. you grab his hand to move it higher against your thigh. he just smirks at you teasingly. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while huh baby? my hands touching you like this?” he teases as he moves your panties to the side.

“look at how wet you are just from me talking to you.” you nod shamelessly laying your head back on him. you feel one of his fingers sink into your aching cunt. “dirty girl, you are soaking.” he smirks at you as he adds another finger inside of you. “feels so good.” you sigh at the feeling. he scissors his fingers inside of you making you moan out his name. “mm jaehyun-“ you start to squirm as you get closer to your high.

“yea, you gonna cum baby?” he kisses your neck as he curls his fingers. you cum undone on his fingers with a sigh. “fuck you’re perfect.” he pulls you into a kiss. “do best friends finger each other?” jaehyun asks with a laugh causing you to roll your eyes at him. “you ruined the moment.” he smirks at you. “come here baby.” he pulls you into his arms before smothering you in kisses. “i want you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend.”

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 #nct u

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tinycoffeeroom · 1 month

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thank god for bikes | arthurtv

inspired by @mrstelevision 🤍

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

request: here !

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y/nsworld about last night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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user1 i'm in love with you

gkbarry cant believe i didn't even get photo creds ↳ y/nsworld please forgive my sins oh great gkbarry

user2 y/n!! i think the guys u mentioned on ur twt was george clarke and arthurtv!! arthur posted on twt about george getting hit by a bike on a wall!! ↳ y/nsworld !! let me check his twt <3

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arthurtv first pic taken moments before disaster (at least this one won't leave a scar)

georgeclarkeey don't know what was worse, the bike ptsd or you dribbling down your shirt ↳ arthurtv your mum doesn't mind my dribbling ↳ y/nsworld the dribbling was funnier to watch tbh ↳ georgeclarkeey take that mr television

gkbarry i didn't even notice it was you guys hiding in the corner ↳ georgeclarkeey just wanted some alone time with my boyfriend x ↳ arthurtv stop telling people i'm your boyfriend!!

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y/nsworld wine in coffee cups and classic literature in a park, my idea of heaven ꕤ

max_balegde got home off my head and now andrews mad i've ruined dinner plans ↳ y/nsworld andrew baby im so sorry :( ↳ andrew_spanndy could never blame you xx ↳ max_balegde god just date her already wooooow

gkbarry regret introducing the two of you, my poor ears will never recover from this ↳ y/nsworld thats your fault for putting two professional yappers together xx

arthurtv pretty sure that's bride you're reading... wouldn't call werewolf smut classic literature ↳ y/nsworld and how do YOU know what's in the book? 🤨

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georgeclarkeey totally normal photo to promote the newest useless hotline ep x

max_balegde rip my purple crocs... can't believe y/n stole them right off my feet... ↳ user2 !!! y/n at the arthurtv podcast recording?? my y/ntv senses are tingling ↳ user3 i'm pretty sure she was there bc her and max are friends... ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ user2 they've never randomly had their friends at recordings, dw you'll join the y/ntv cult soon

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv thank you spotify for inviting us out! (photo cred: y/nsworld)

user2 i am going to scream from the rooftops, y/ntv'ers unite!!

y/nsworld should receive compensation for having to look at george's bare grippers the entire weekend ↳ arthurtv will bring round some wine this weekend ↳ y/nsworld good boy ↳ user2 ... y'all are fucking with me atp

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y/nsworld beach bum 𓇼

gkbarry happiness looks so good on you ↳ y/nsworld i love the bones of you

user2 !! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO I FEEL INSANE ↳ y/nsworld my friend! :)

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arthurtv decided to stay in the sunshine a few more days :)

user3 user2 i fear you may be onto something ↳ user2 i'm gonna eat glass. like i am actually putting shards in my mouth rn ↳ y/nsworld omg pls don't

y/nsworld looking good mr television ↳ arthurtv why thank you miss world

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y/nsworld use code ynsworld for 15% off ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

max_balegde leaving my bf for you rn. ↳ andrew_spanndy not if i leave you first ↳ y/nsworld i can date both of you at the same time xx

arthurtv djsidjief djg ↳ y/nsworld you ok mr television?

y/nsworld didn't even think about what i was wearing when i went to go see mr hill sing about cold coffee, sorry guys you got the wrong arthur xx

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arthurtv someone forgot to change over to their finsta so i guess it's hard launch time... somehow got the most gorgeous girl on earth to agree to date me, must be my fantastic sense of humour

y/nsworld lbr most of them already knew, we weren't exactly subtle ↳ arthurtv speak for yourself xx

theburntchip it's the big ol' hog you got in them trousers ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ arthurtv ah yes forgot about that

max_balegde take care of her or me and andrew are snatching her real quick ↳ y/nsworld ... i may have to do some rethinking

user2 i can't believe i was right... VINDICATION ♥️ arthurtv, y/nsworld

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y/nsworld told him i forgot to change to finsta but really i just wanted to show that i bagged a hottie ✮⋆˙

georgeclarkeey still can't believe you snatched him from right under my nose ↳ y/nsworld we're still in the honeymoon phase so i may give him back x ↳ arthurtv what the fuck

gkbarry crying into a pint of ice cream thanks xx ↳ y/nsworld you know you're the love of my life xx

y/nsworld also user2 sorry for gaslighting you xx ↳ user2 i have never been so happy to be gaslighted could do a happy lil cry ↳ y/nsworld our fave y/ntv'er we love you ♡

#arthur tv imagine #arthur tv x reader #arthurtv imagine #arthurtv x reader #arthurtv fluff #arthurtv fics #arthur frederick imagines #arthur frederick x reader #arthur frederick fics

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inkyquince · 11 months

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YOU MAKE ME WEEP 😭 I MISS YOU AND I HAVEN'T BEEN ON. can't wait for the semester to wrap up. but i did get a job for the summer hahaha!!

i'm trying to get pregnant by kylar or eden. so far i have FAILED.

honestly, i must ask how you would think wren would be as a parent. would love to hear any thoughts on that!!!

THIS GOT BURIED, IM SO SORRY!!

DW, we know how Eden and Kylar are. Non stop fuck nasty machines.

Okay, for Wren as a dad, it... Depends?

Like, does he like you as a fuck buddy or does he... Like you, like you? Like Like... Like Love Like?

Cuz if its the first one, I think the best you get is that he's going to be not present at all. Like he sends money, he's going to show up some days to absolutely dazzle your kid with a horse ride and presents and shit, and then won't come and visit for another 8 months. He's flighty as fuck, he's busy. Your kid will have his beautiful hair, maybe his soft brown eyes. Maybe your kid will always love him because he's the cool fun dad who spoils them when he does come around. Maybe they get disenchanted by him by the time they hit their teens. He doesn't pick up when they call, he doesn't come to important events. Maybe one day he comes by with a couple of presents and they flatly turn down going out for a day with him. You might get to watch his face fall a bit. Maybe just his eyes just get a bit duller.

Your kid goes off to hang out with friends and you and Wren get to have a drink together for the first time in ages, since his attention is normally on your kid, never you. He's down. Says he wants to do better. But you know him by now. So you just offer a pat on the back, and wonder if this is the last time you'll see him again, since he's finally been turned away by his kid, and has no reason to come back anymore.

NOW, if you're someone he actually fucking likes?

My god. Wants his annoying input in everything you do. Choosing a flat? "Sunshine, babycakes, darling, its cheaper to get a lil cottage out on the farmlands, and then I can come by every night after work and-" Deciding on a crib? "Sweetheart, muffin, angel face, let me see if i can get it handmade, never should trust the plastic shit, fuck, I slept in the top drawer for the first 3 months of my life, baby-" Like its cute, but shut up babe.

He's going to be in your damn life. Even if you say he can take a backseat, he's fucking taking that backseat out, taking out the gear stick and putting his seat there. Fuck you.

Somehow got into your phone to get a copy of important upcoming dates, and he skids into the ultrasound, all sweaty, just as you're getting your gown on.

He's going to be your fucking best friend in this. That's Wren as a lover, boyfriend, partner, it's as a best friend who really wants to get into your pants and deigns to bombard you with sloppy kisses just because he knows it makes you swat at him.

He would sometimes not show up days in a row, but it's never months. Just a few days, and he comes back with an oversized plush under his arm, or a stupidly big cake or something.

He loves that kid man. He's always gonna love his kid, but they aren't an afterthought anymore. He wants 50 more hours in the day, so he doesn't have to choose between work and his home.

Wren's also fucking terrified. He knows the town he lives in, its why he wanted you in the farmlands, not in town. Will beg you to consider homeschooling. In his perfect world, his kid never steps foot in town, and gets to grow up with nature, and feeling safe. Doesn't matter what age, he wants to be old as fuck, and have his 40 year old kid still at home and training horses or something.

Wren, overall, as a parent would love his kid. But his relationship with you would decide how much he wants to actually be there.

#wren the smuggler #dol #quincewrites #degrees of lewdity #stepdad au

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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Treasure for Three Days [3]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

// Arguments, denial, consumption of alcohol, Ooc Miguel, Miguel is mean

A/N: This ones a bit short since im a busy for a moment but I'll still post dw

Previously

"Shut up."

He didn't shout this time, but you know better than to disobey, he gripped your forearm, and you both head back to the ship.

This night marks the end of Day One

Day two [Early in The Morning]

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The ship was quiet aside from the on and off chatter, the birds squaking and waves crashing. The ship's sails have wind, and the weather perfect.

The ship also has a thick tension in the air, and everybody felt it deep in their bones, but everybody decided to ignore it for their safety.

Except for two.

Two crewmates looked at Miguel, who was looking at the distance by the helm, his eyebrows furrowed with a frown on his lips.

Usually, they wouldn't mind, but his frown was deeper than usual.

"So.... Wutz up with big man ovah der?" A man with dark skin and braided locs asked another crew with a bandana on his forehead while his hair was styled with to an mini black power style.

"Im actually not sure, Hobie , He's been like that since yesterday night." The crewmate replied.

"Bet it was da fight wid da princess and all that."

"Fight?"

"I tell you what, Miles, I wuz just comin back from the bar, but didn't wana go in. Herd shoutin and all" Hobie shrugged.

"They had a fight?!" Miles whipered-shouted.

Hobie shrugged again and got quiet.

Then, as if a light bulb went out of his head. He smirked.

"I don't like that smirk" Miles deadpanned as he felt like his life is in danger.

"Tell you what."

"Im not gonna gonna sneak you into Miguel's cabin with you again to get another stash of gold." Miles shivered from the memory, Miguel didn't let it slide and gave them both all of the crew's chorework for a week.

"Nah. You want to know why he's moody?"

Miles knows where this is going.

"Oh hell n-"

"Ask him."

"Hobie! I can't just!-"

Hobie suddenly produced a stash of coins and smirked with his eyebrow raised.

Miles contemplated long until his brain could burn.

"Fine! But if I get punished again, im blaming you for mutiny." He didn't wait for Hobie's reply and marched straight to Miguel who was standing by the helm.

Miles gulp the closer he got.

"What do you want now?" Miguel groaned as he heard Miles not-so-subtle steps toward him.

"I...uh... Just wanna know how's the best captain in the world doing."

Miles started to sweat even if the weather wasn't even hot. He didn't know why he said that. He'll make sure Hobie pays double.

"None of your business." Miguel's frown deepened with his words.

"We-well-"

"I recommend you to go back to your duties, Morales."

With that, Miles didn't waste time saying goodbye and head back to Hobie, who was busy chuckling.

Miguel sighed as he remembers again what happened last night.

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You and Miguel got back from the ship, letting the crew enjoy the night, but Miguel only led you back to the cabin and once he forcefully sat you down on the bed he didn't waste time scolding you.

You swore you felt as if you're a child all over again, adults telling you to go back to your room when they caught you slipping your hand in a cookie jar.

"Didn't I tell you to stay where I can see you?!"

You remembered him shouting, his deep voice slightly echoes throughout the room, the volume making you wince.

"You think I want to actually stay with you? You think I asked to be here?!"

You also remember shouting back, furious that he expects you to be alright with your situation.

"Fine then! Go out on your own! Go and get your ass touched by another man!You should be thankful that I was there to save you! Is going out on your own the safest thing you could think of?!"

"Safe?" You chuckled with no humor.

"You kidnapped me, threatened me, and held me hostage with hands behind my back and a sword to my neck. And you're talking about 'safe'."

You pushed yourself to stand up and look at him dead in the eyes.

"Don't talk to me about safety when I'm not even safe with you." You calmly stated as you jabbed a finger to his chest.

And with a puff of annoyance, you turned around and decided to watch the scenery outside instead of Miguel's face cus you swear you want to slap it if you look at it more.

While you looked out the window, you heard Miguel's anger huffed and took a bottle of rum off his shelf and, finally, with his heavy footsteps, he left you alone with a loud thud of the door.

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Now here he is seething.

Your attitude.

Your ungratfulness.

Your spoiled ass.

Your exposed cleavage.

Your words...

Your face

Your eyes.

Your....

Just you.

You drive him crazy. Who do you think you are?

With one swipe of his sword, he could kill you, make you bleed into the floor, and after that, burn your kingdom to the ground.

Wait, no, maybe he could make you watch him burn your town, and after that, he kills you.

Yea...

That...

He ignores the feeling deep in his guts saying that you wouldn't be happy.

Who cares, right? Why does he care for your happiness? He kidnapped you just to get the treasure he wants. He doesn't care if you cry or scream for help.

With that thought, He took another big gulp of his rum.

Damn that guy for touching you. Maybe he should have killed him more, damn him for wasting his time.

He feels a rising headache upcoming, and he sighed heavily. He was about to drink more, but as he tilted the bottle to his lips, he realized he had already finished the bottle.

How long has he been here thinking bout you?

He shook his head out of his thoughts. He stood straight from his position and decided to man up and talk to you.

He ignores how his brain buzzes back to you.

Maybe it's just the alcohol talking.

Yeah....It's the alcohol.

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You paced around the cabin for a while.

Back and forth

Forth and back

Repeat.

Should you feel sorry for shouting? No.

You had a point in what you said.

But so does he.

You were thinking of thanked him, but thanks to his mouth, you didn't.

He was right. You aren't safe out there, and you should have sticked the company you know. Plus, once you did ask for help, how would you know their trustworthy?

Then again, trusting a pirate doesn't seem like a good idea either.

You groaned.

You can't trust people outside, and you can't trust people from the inside.

You don't have a plan of escape since you barely know life outside tall, golden encrusted walls of the palace.

Do you remember trying to learn about the ocean, forests, or different lands.

But such knowledge is forbidden for a lady like you.

All you could gather is how to handle the people, the law, and the land as the future queen.

Aside from hobbies you learned from your mentor, such as stitching, gardening and embroidery.

You sigh as tough as she was. You kinda miss her nagging. You never thought you would say that, but here you are.

Negative things aside.

At least you get to experience, the world as it was.

Children find happiness in the simplest things, such as bugs, random plants, and flying kites.

Adults go by their day to work, open up their shops, and sell bread,vegetables or live stock.

Then you met pirates.

Miguel, specifically.

You don't really talk to the others since you'll probably be reported to the captain.

You can admit during the first day of your captivity, the stories he told you were amusing. Even more interesting than reading it on a book, hearing it from an actual person who experienced it first hand just felt different.

Your heart wishes you could hear more of his adventures, know the stories behind each treasure, gruesome or not.

You suddenly shook your head out of this thoughts, it's still early in the morning and your head is already filled with unnecessary thoughts.

Maybe you just need to suck it up and just thank him for what he did.

Granted, you might not completely forgive him for kidnapping you and all that, but the least you could do is thanked him for a part of it.

Yeah.....You're gonna thank a part of it.

Before you could head out, you hear the door open with slam.

Your eyes widened, and you flinched hard from the impact. But your shoulders slightly relax upon seeing Miguel's form in the doorway.

Miguel saw your frightened eyes and cursed himself for slamming the door, so much for an entrance.

He went in with a slight wobble in his footsteps thanks to the alcohol.

He stopped in front of you, and you froze.

Is he gonna hit you? Shout at you more?

You gulp as you wait for his words.

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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sick!reader x natasha where nat gets home from a month long mission and learns from their friends that reader is miserable with a cold. however the spy knows how stubborn you are and wants to see how long you can pretend you’re fine until you accept being taken care of

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Oh damn, this was meant to be a short little fic... Well here I am 3 and a half hours after starting... Oops, ALSO! I did actually edit this, I know, Im shocked too dw. (Pls for the love of God and my sanity ignore any mistakes i've missed.)

Summary: Natasha's been away for so long. Shes finally coming home, nothing can go wrong. Only it does, of course it does.

Wordcount: 3580

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Natasha gave a much-needed sigh of relief as she finally stepped onto solid ground, she never thought she’d ever be so happy to be home again. Nat had been sent away on a long deep-undercover mission and in total she had been away for about a month, however as of the nature of the mission, keeping in close-contact wasn’t possible. The only communication you received was via small hand-written letters, and they meant the world to you. though they were small you’d kept ahold of every one, keeping them safely tucked in your bedside drawer, re-reading them before you’d turn in to sleep each night.

Which is why you had been so excited for Nat’s return; you’d even deep cleaned your shared bedroom so everything would be perfect for her arrival. Nothing should’ve gone wrong. If only everything went how you’d planned...

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You’d gone to bed a little later that night, feeling a little more tired than usual, you wanted to have plenty of energy for tomorrow. That’s probably when you woke up that next morning, your body washed with fatigue and the feeling of a migraine settling in, you felt your eyes grow teary. How could this happen today? Of all days for you to get sick, why today?

No. You pulled yourself from the bed, as you stood a wave of dizziness fell over you, sending you scrambling to grip the bedpost to steady yourself, ignoring your body's cries to remain laying down. You gave yourself a moment to adjust before forcing yourself to remake the bed behind you. There was no time to be sick today.

You tried to sniffle, but you couldn’t. Now that you thought about it, you had been breathing through your mouth the whole morning. You twitched your nose and sniffled again, trying to get some air through your nose to no avail. You rolled your eyes, could today get any worse?

You regretted asking yourself that question a second later when you found yourself pulling off Nat’s red hoodie (the one you’d been sleeping in for the past week) feeling an uncomfortable warmth begin to settle over you. Maybe a shower would help, you thought before making your way over to your bathroom.

Stepping into the tiled room, you turned on your shower and waited for it to get warm, feeling dizzy again, you put your hands on the counter to steady yourself and looked up at the mirror. You felt yourself physically cringe at the sight. God, saying you looked awful would be a huge understatement, your eyes had dark circles beneath them, it looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.

The mirror slowly began to fog up, reminding you of the shower which was running behind you. Pulling open the door, you were hit by a cascade of warm steam. It felt amazing and you could feel your congestion start to loosen a little.

Only your delight lasted for a second, a familiar sensation creeping into the bridge of your nose. Stepping into the shower, you were only able to enjoy the feeling of the water briefly before the sensation in your nose grew to an irritating tickle.

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW!” Your body bent forwards at the waist as you sneezed down into your hands before washing them off under the water, you grimaced at the sound you made, knowing it was only the first of many to come. You sighed, your stuffiness returning in an instant, though you really didn’t get long to dwell on it before you began coughing into your fist.

It took you about 30 seconds to finally stop, “Well that was attractive.” You spoke for the first time today, finding your sarcastic tone had a painful-rasp to it, your consonants blurred by congestion. Although nobody was there to hear you, you found yourself cringing at the sound of yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel your chest crack, you looked upwards, allowing the water to fall directly onto your face. It was obvious today was going to be a very long day.

You let yourself spend longer than usual in the shower, stepping out of the warm water, your body shivered and you rushed to wrap yourself within a towel. Getting changed was a task which proved harder than you thought, every time you removed the towel, small goosebumps ran down your arms, making your wrap yourself back up, desperate for warmth. Eventually though you managed to pull through and you changed into a pair of Nat’s sweatpants and a thick cotton-lined hoodie.

It was almost 10:30AM by the time you’d wandered down into the compound kitchen in search of something to eat, you weren’t necessarily hungry but still you had to eat something. Nat didn’t like it when you didn’t have something for breakfast plus you were hoping that if you ate something then you’d feel a little better.

Looking in the cupboards, you settled on having some Poptarts, you were reaching up to grab the box when Clint, Wanda and Bruce came into the kitchen together, they’d most likely just finished training.

“Morning Y/N.” Clint said cheerily as he came to sit at the island behind you, “Nat's coming home today.”

“I'm aware.” You said bluntly, as you sniffled into the sleeve of your hoodie, taking two Poptarts and putting them in the toaster.

“Woah, no need to get snappy.” Clint said throwing his hands up in fake-defence, you knew he was only joking but still, it pissed you off.

“Can yo-” You stopped to muffle a small chesty cough into your hoodie, “Can you just stop?” You said with an irritated tone, turning around to glare at him.

You half-expected him to return the gesture but instead you were met with looks of concern from him along with Wanda and Bruce who’d watched the whole thing unfold.

“Y/N, honey,” Wanda’s soft voice said as she came to lean against the fridge, trying to get a closer look at you, “Clint was only joking, he didn’t mean to annoy you. You're sounding a little stuffy over there though, you feeling alright?”

“It's okay,” You sighed, looking over to Clint, “Sorry, I overreacted and Wanda, I'm fine, don’t worry.”

It was then that you felt your nose begin to tingle again, you fanned your face for a moment, in an attempt to somehow stave the tickle off but it didn’t help, you turned quickly to the side away from everyone as you sneezed into your elbow.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew!” You gave a small congested groan before reaching over to grab a tissue from the box sitting on the countertop.

The three Avengers blessed you, exchanging glances between themselves. You didn’t notice however, as your Poptarts were ready a moment later. You grabbed a plate and put them onto it, taking a bite, you winced as you swallowed, the action angering the soreness at the back of your throat. You realised then that you really weren't hungry at all, you took another few bites before pushing the plate away from you. You’d only managed half of one.

“It's not like you to leave food.” Bruce voiced the thoughts of everyone around you.

You gave a weak shrug and pushed the plate infront of Clint, “You can finish it if you want.”

He was about to take a bite of your half-eaten one when Wanda pushed it away mid-air, a red glow forming around it.

“If Y/N’s sick, you don’t wanna catch that.” She him chided lightly.

“Who said Im sick?” You looked over to her as you began to walk out from the kitchen, “I just happened to leave some food unfinished, that doesn’t mean Im sick, does it?” You said grumpily as you left.

Wanda shook her head and shrugged at the others before following you out into the corridor, jogging up so she could walk aside you, following your lead as you made your way towards the lounge.

“Mind if I tag along?” She asked politely, “You really don’t seem yourself today, did something happen with you and Nat? You’re normally buzzing with excitement every time she comes home.”

“Nothing happened Wands,” You stopped walking, suddenly sneezing down into your hand, “I can't wait for her to come home obviously. Im just a little tired or something.”

Wanda blessed you but gave you an uneasy look, she didn’t believe you but seeing how you’d gotten irritated at Clint earlier, she didn’t want to accidently annoy you.

You and Wanda made your way into the lounge, settling on opposite sofas. You pulled a blanket around yourself, your hoodie doing little to keep you warm. You let Wanda pick something to watch, you didn’t really care, all you wanted was something to take your mind off the mind-numbing ache in your head.

“Is Brooklyn-Nine-Nine alright?” She asked as she browsed through Netflix.

“I don’t mind.” You sniffled, burying your head into the blanket as you coughed deeply, the noise causing Wanda to look over at you with worried eyes.

“You sound terrible.” She said as the intro to the series began to play.

Looking up at her, it was obvious she was concerned, “Just something in my throat.” You grumbled, your voice coming out in crackled, raspy words rather than a flowing sentence, “Its fin- h- Hh'tshhiEW!”

Wanda wordlessly got up and picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table in the centre of the living room and placed them firmly next to you, ignoring your glare. You couldn't help but feel weak, if you couldn’t hide your little cold from Wands, how on earth were you meant to hide it from Natasha.

You and Wanda sat in silence for 2 episodes before you felt your nose begin to run causing you to begin sniffling repeatedly, it was then that you found yourself being thankful for her prior act, taking 2 tissues to blow your nose, you mentally thanked her, giving her a brief smile.

Wanda looked over to you, she’d heard your thoughts and gave you a kind reassuring smile.

You didn’t know it, but you were slowly falling asleep, your eyes growing heavier by the minute. You looked up to the clock on the wall, it was almost 12PM, meaning Nat would be home in afew hours. You yawned, maybe you’d just close your eyes for a minute...

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Stepping off the Quinjet, Natasha could barely contain herself, finally she’d be able to see you! She didn’t waste any time, leaving the Quinjet loaded and her bags at the exit. She could clean up later, she had to see you first.

She practically jogged down the halls towards your bedroom, expecting to find you waiting for her.

“Im home bab-” She called out but stopped, realising the room was empty, she did notice how tidy it looked though, well except the random towel in the middle of the floor, but apart from that the room was almost spotless.

Nat stopped to think for a moment before realising you were probably with the other Avengers, she said hello to Clint as she poked her head into the kitchen, scanning the room for you.

“They’re with Wanda, in the lounge.” Clint called, answering her unasked question as he wiped down the countertops, cleaning up after himself.

Nat thanked him before actually jogging towards the living room, she swung the door open and smiled seeing both you and Wanda sitting on the sofas.

She was about to call out to you but stopped, seeing Wanda put a finger to her lips. She stood up and came over to Nat, pulling her outside.

“What's up?” Nat asked, visibly confused at the witch’s actions.

“I thought you should know, Y/N’s sick, they sounded dreadful earlier. They fell asleep about 3 hours and have barely moved an inch.” She explained, “Im glad you’re back though, how was it?”

“It was alright, I missed everyone though.” Nat smiled and hugged her friend, “Thanks for telling me about Y/N too.”

“Don't mention it.” Wanda smiled and left to go do something, allowing Nat to greet you privately.

Natasha came back into the lounge, carefully coming to kneel infront of the sofa you were asleep on, “Hey baby.” She whispered, as she softly stroked your cheek, she recoiled her hand, instantly alarmed at the heat radiating from your face, “Wakey, wakey sweetie.”

It took some more love from Nat before you slowly began to wake up, moaning softly as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room, you rubbed your wrist against your eyes as the image of Nat came into focus.

“Did you have a nice nap baby?” She asked, helping you sit up.

“Natty.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, sending you into a small fit of deep coughing. Only this time you had Nat to softly rub her hand down your back, “Sorry, something got caught in my throat there, when did you get back?”

“About 10 minutes ago, when did you get sick?” She raised her eyebrow at you as you woozily stood up, quickly offering her arm out to support you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, resisting the urge to sniffle. If there was anytime you needed your acting abilities to be flawless, it was now. You had a pretty rocky start but you could still make up for it.

Nat gave you a curious look, “Wanda said you were sick?” Her words came as more of a question then a statement.

“Oh.” You feigned surprise as you tried to discreetly clear your throat, “Well Im fine, never better.” You flashed her a small forced smile.

‘Fine’ is probably the most misused word in the whole of the English language, you most certainly were not fine, even as you stood still it felt as if the room was spinning around, you but you did your best to act as if nothing was wrong.

Now Natasha knew you were lying, it was obvious from your appearance alone, your eyes were tired and glassy, not to mention both your cheeks and nose were tinged red. But still, she was impressed at your perseverance, maybe that was why she went along with your scheme. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in her hands with tissues and a blanket but she just wanted to see how long it’d take for you to give in.

“Maybe Wanda was wrong then.” Nat smiled at you knowingly, “You wanna go out for drinks later?”

You wanted to cry, you wanted nothing more than to go out for drinks with Nat but you knew there’d be no way you’d be going, “Sure, sounds nice, Im really happy you’re home ‘Tasha. I missed you so so mu-” Your trailed off, feeling the ever-present tickle in your nose grow. Not now.

“Hhu’tshhiew! Hep’TSHHIEW!”

“Oh bless you, my love.” Nat cooed, holding back the plethora of concerned words which were about to tumble from her mouth, “I thought you said you weren't sick?”

“Im not,” You stammered, quickly rubbing the sleeve of your hoodie against your nose, “It was just two -Hh- rando- Hh'iishiew!- random sneezes, its nothing.” You sniffled wetly, reaching for the box of tissues which was still sat on the sofa behind you.

Natasha was stuck. Her heart broke seeing you sick but she really was curious how long you would deny it for, she thought for a moment, if you got any of worst then she’d take matters into her own hands.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, even through your fever, her welfare was still at the top of your mind.

“No, but I could use a drink though.” She fibbed, hearing the rasp behind your voice, it was clear you needed water.

“M’Kay, we should go get you one then.” You mumbled, linking your arm with hers as you both left the lounge to go to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, you let yourself sit down on one of the stools at the island as Nat grabbed two glasses from the cupboards, pouring water into each.

“Here baby.” She said lovingly, sliding it over to you.

You thanked her and drank it, the cool water feeling amazing against the burning of your throat, “Did you already unpack?”

“Not yet,” She replied, sipping her water, “I’ll do it later.”

“You need a hand?” You offered, praying she’d decline your offer, you really weren't too confident in your lifting abilities at the moment.

“Aw thanks baby but I think I’ll be okay.”

You sat silently, waiting for Nat to finish her water when you started sniffling, feeling your nose begin to run again. You eyed up the tissues on the counter opposite, but grabbing them would be an instant sign to Nat that something was wrong so you opted for trying to discreetly rub your nose against your hoodie.

However, the action only seemed to irritate your nose further, sending an intense tingle to the bridge of your nose.

“Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!”

“Bless you, bless you!” She exclaimed, her worry slipping into her tone as she spoke, “You need a tissue?”

You nodded, as you swiped a handful from the box which she offered out to you. You blew your nose softly, though it did little to ease your discomfort. You sighed, fanning your hand infront of your face, feeling that familiar warmth from earlier that morning come over you again.

You tried to ignore it, but it slowly became unbearable, you raised your arms, pulling off the cotton hoodie, revealing your black sports bra.

Natasha looked over you, puzzled, before noticing that your fever-flushed cheeks had darkened further. Right. This had gone too far now.

She firmly pressed her palm to your forehead without warning, letting out a string of curses in Russian as she felt your raging fever.

“Shit, Y/N. You feel like a furnace. Enough, I know you’re sick, I’ve known the whole time, it's gone too far now.”

What? Her words barely formed coherent sentences in your foggy mind, how did she know? You’d hidden it so well. Small beads of sweat began to form and run down your hot skin and you groaned in discomfort, longing for her love.

“Natty-” You spluttered off into a series of deep coughs, your chest convulsing as you coughed down into your elbow. Natasha had rushed to your side and began running circles down your back, slowly helping you regain your breath.

“Baby I don’t feel good.”

“I know sweetie, I know.” Nat kissed your cheek before grabbing a tissue to wipe your running nose, “You need to get into bed, come on.”

You nodded and opened her hand out towards you.

You stood and the world span around you, your peripheral vision fading black suddenly as your knees buckled under yourself and you felt the weight of gravity pull you down. You thought you were going to hit the ground when sudden you felt yourself being lifted upwards. Natasha’s fast reaction had allowed her to slip one arm beneath your knees and another behind your back, safely catching you in her arms as you lifted you up in the bridal position.

She held you for a moment before releasing a deep exhale, “Jesus Y/N. You scared the shit out of me, don’t ever do that again,” She brought her head and pressed it softly against yours, “Poor baby, you’ve been so strong but we need to get you to bed now, okay?”

You nodded woozily, Natasha continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as she carried you, her strong arms supporting you. Your eyes fell closed for a moment and the next thing you knew, you were being lowered down onto your bed, Natasha’s anxious green eyes looking down at you.

“I guess we’re not going out for drinks then?” Your words were mumbled but you saw her give a slight smirk at your humour.

“No baby, we’ll go out when your well.”

“Sorry your first day back was so eventful, I wanted you to be able to relax.” You sighed, with a damp sniffle, rubbing your nose against the blanket which Nat had pulled over you.

“You’re okay baby, you’ve done so much today. You just need to relax yourself, just lay here. That fever of yours is no joke, you need to rest.”

Natasha opened your drawer, seeing if you had a thermometer at hand, what she wasn’t expecting to see though was her letters, “You kept these?” She asked, her eyes prickled with tears. She hadn't expected you to keep them, her mission had been hard and seeing her letters only reminded her of how much she’d missed you.

“They remind me of you so I wanted to keep them.” Your words were slurred but she understood you anyway.

She honestly wasn’t sure why she thought you wouldn’t keep them. Seeing them lit a little flame in her heart, she leant down to your side and planted a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ll never leave you again baby, okay? Im here.”

You muffled another deep cough into the blanket as Nat regained her composure, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She came and slid into bed beside you, sitting upright. You shuffled backwards so you were laying on her, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beating of her heart as she softly ran her hand through your hair.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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strwberri-milk · 6 months

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hello!

that's the first time i request from someone but i REALLY love your fics:)!!

so can i request a kaeya with a s/o who's his assistant and his bestfriend at the same time (like they trained under him and become his assistant afterwards, p.s i don't know if there's something like that but i just thought about it-)

They started traveling with Aether(traveler)for fun,but not so far,and come to visit mondstadt every now and then or when they have a job as a knight

Like how will he cope with them being away for a while? And how will he react when they return?(not platonic btw)

I'm sorry if there's any mistakes,english is not my first language

i hope you have a nice day/night <3

Ty!! im very flattered and dw your engl is great <3

Being his personal assistant turned best friend turned lover meant that the two of you are no strangers to spending an excess of time with each other. The two of you love being around each other so as your relationship naturally progressed it just felt right for the two of you.

Kaeya's not a stranger to either of you having to part for a long time for work but he's not going to lie and tell you he's thrilled whenever you go for a long journey but he also knows that you feel the same. The two of you definitely miss each other when you're gone but that means you've got a lot to do when you get back!

Kaeya counts down the days until your next visit, keeping himself busy with work as well to make the days go by faster. He also loves to let his mind stray as he plans what to do the next time you come around. It makes him happy to figure out what your dates are going to be, always going above and beyond whenever you come back.

He's also always incredibly touchy when you're back. It's almost as though he doesn't believe you're really here, threading his fingers between yours and pressing lots of kisses to your skin.

He'll send you off with a bit of dramatics but you know he's just being playful. He'd never want you to stay tied down if it truly makes you happy to travel - he just wants you to know he's thinking of you every day, doing his best to keep your scent around the house to tide him over until the next time he sees you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader

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elly99 · 7 months

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us without me IV: new jeans

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna do something this weekend?”

“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”

“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.

There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”

You catch her smiling to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

“김민지 이상하다.”

Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.

“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”

“Is this why you were laughing at me?”

“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”

“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”

“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”

It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”

“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”

You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.

“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”

As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.

You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.

The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.

so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?

yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do

wanna watch a movie?

huh? i thought u didnt like movies

yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so

You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.

My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?

As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.

i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in

wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want

wow u really wanna spend time with me huh

you got a problem with that bro?

no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk

well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it

No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.

is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?

yeah

why so serious bro is everything ok?

yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person

No. Fucking. Way.

why not now?

i’ll tell you tomorrow dw

you promise?

of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?

no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early

you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow

sure

okie good night mimi ily 💗

good night <3

Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.

You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.

i’m up

congrats on waking up before noon ig

hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful

woah im so touched

we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊

Damn it, Minji.

does that mean youll be here soon?

yeah in 30

cool

It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.

hey i miss you

What the fuck?

bro whats up ur never this clingy

sorry i’m just really happy

about what?

you’ll see

It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.

Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.

Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.

“굿모닝.”

“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”

“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”

“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.

“We have dinner plans?”

“Yup. My treat.”

Your heart trips over its own beats.

“Bro, it should be my turn.”

“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”

Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.

“My god, Min, what’s this about?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”

She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.

“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.

She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.

“This place is expensive!”

“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”

“Minjiii,” you whine.

“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”

“Bro!”

For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.

“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so sweet, Min.”

As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.

“Mia! Are you blushing?”

“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.

“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.

“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”

“Sure.”

With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.

As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.

“Mia.”

“Minji.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”

She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.

“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”

In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.

Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.

“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”

“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.

“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”

“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.

“So, what’s the name of your group?”

She laughs once more and you finally understand why.

“NewJeans.”

“Oh my god, no wonder.”

“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“Just making sure.”

“How many songs do you have?”

“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”

“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”

“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”

“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”

“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”

“Me, too.” You smile weakly.

“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”

“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”

“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”

You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.

Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.

“가자.”

At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.

With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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winter-darling · 2 years

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hi lovely!!! :3 can i have headcanons of character saying i love u to the reader for the first time w rui, tsukasa, & emu?💕

Characters saying i love you to the reader for the first time!!

Authors note: milk and i worked on this one together and she slayed tbh

Also Emu’s hc is 100% cheesy, nene & tsukasas are chaos (but dw because it's cute chaos) and Ruis hc was pretty much an entire fanfic because i have a soft spot for him

Warnings: bullying (?) other than that it's mostly cheesiness and fluff

EMU OTORI

-probably would happen at phoenix wonderland

-an exciting day of shows and amusement came to an end

-she says ily and ur in shock

Im making this one as cheesy as possible cuz i love emu

******

The sun began to set, the sky mixed with all lovely shades of pink, purple and orange, and you and your lover Emu made your way to the exit of Phoenix Wonderland. Both of your hands’ were filled with stuffed animals that ranged in different colors and sizes, along with a few bags filled with candy.

You both continued walking, Emu sometimes breaking the cloud of silence with occasional chit-chat about how much she enjoyed today. You didn’t mind it, of course. Listening to her rambles never fails to make you smile.

By the time you finally arrive at Emu's home, it had already gotten dark. Nothing in the sky other than the moon, in which the stars accompanied. Emu comes to a halt once she reaches the stairs that lead to the front door.

“Is something the matter, Emu?”

“Nono, i just wanted to tell you i had a lot of fun today, and i wanna thank you for that” she claimed.

“I see-“ you were interrupted by her.

“And i wanted to add that i loved today as much as i love you!!” She said, followed with a giggle as she rang the doorbell.

You whisper, “I love you too, Emu,” just before her sister opens the door, greeting the both of you.

You bid your goodbyes for the night, then continue to walk home with a smile stuck onto your face and butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach.

NENE KUSANAGI

-shocked she even said it herself ngl

-blush blush sm blush

-apologizes like 70 times

-internally panics

*****

Aggressive clicks can be heard echoing throughout the room as you continue to try your hardest to beat Nene who sits beside you, concentration set on her face which mirrors yours. Game Over flashes onto the screen and announces that player 1 has won which only causes you to sigh in defeat. From being both a little tired of staring in front of a screen and feeling like a sore loser, you ask,

“Nene, would you like to take a break?”

“Sure i guess’

“I’ll go grab us something cold” you add, bringing a hand to the crown of your head, trying to wipe away some sweat, followed by a fanning hand motion to cool yourself down.

*****

You both sat on your bed, the sound of the air blowing from the A.C covers up the silence that emitted from the both of you. Both of you were comfortable, though; accompanied by each other's presence even without each other speaking.

Until you hear a mutter from her, something along the lines of “I love you.”

You chuckle, and ask “Nene, did you say something?” While turning your head to look at her.

You could see her cheeks turn a bright red while she tries looking somewhere else.

“No, i- um..”

***********

It’s been around 30 minutes since Nene ran off, and you’ve devoted that time to searching for the girl.

“Nene?” You called out, likely the 10th time you’ve said her name, in hopes of a response.

You looked in the last room in your house, rummaging through the majority of the items for even a single clue of her whereabouts, looking behind the furniture and so on.

You stare at the sofa, shrug, and resume your search.

Then that’s when it clicked

She’s behind the fucking sofa!

You facepalmed at yourself, and approached the piece of furniture.

Leaning over, you saw a girl with grayish-green hair behind it. Her face was buried in her hands as she still mourns the moment of embarrassment from earlier.

“There you are!” You announce. You hear Nene wince in response.

Approaching her spot, you lent an open hand to provide support as she got up.

*********

You guided her back to the bedroom, while being bombarded with a load of apologies.

All you could really do was giggle in response, you didn’t mind what she said before, you found it endearing.

“Nene, don’t apologize silly. I love you too!”

RUI KAMISHIRO

-shameless

-proud of what he said ngl

-smug cat grin (“smug bastard” -milk)

******

It had been around lunchtime, students crowded the halls chatting with their friends. Rui had planned to spend this period brainstorming a few ideas for the upcoming show for his trope on the rooftop, since it wasn’t as packed up there today.

He’d been jotting down whatever came to mind, satisfied with the overall progress. Until he overheard something from a group of students at the corner.

“You guys see that kid over there?”

“Yeah, I heard he’s a freak!”

His brows furrowed at the comment. He knew better than to let words like those get to him so he tried to bring his focus back to the page of ideas in front of him. But the whispers then erupted laughter from the group were all too loud. The thoughts that were once ideas only turned into repeating the words 'weirdo' 'a freak' and hush warnings to 'stay away from him.' He sighed, deciding to close his notebook as he concluded that he had enough ideas for today.

********

You trail behind a rather quiet Rui who seemed to be lost in his thoughts. It was quite unusual knowing that every other walk to his place to complete the project that you were partners on was filled with his chatter about his robots, ideas, the trope or anything that seemed to pop up in his mind.

Once you both reach Rui’s house, you settle down to begin any assignments that were given during previous classes. But all that seemed to plague your mind was Rui; he had been acting differently today, he was much more silent than normal. So, you chose to simply check in on him.

“Rui, are you feeling alright? you're acting differently.”

“no, dear. I'm just a little busy with schoolwork, and I still have to think of some ideas for an upcoming show” the alchemist claimed.

“In that case, let’s take a break from all the work then!”

*********

Both of you were on his bed, you had sat up against the headboard while Rui rested his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his purple tufts.

“Rui, would you like to hear a story?”

“I don’t see why not, please, do tell.”

“Once upon a time, there lived a rather tall alchemist who had an aspiring apprentice. Although the apprentice was previously warned about his weird experiments by the villagers, the apprentice paid no mind to the warnings since the apprentice knew those words said by others were perhaps not the truth.

Rui interrupted;

“I think this ‘alchemist’ you speak of seems a bit weird, a freak even.”

"And I think you are mistaken.” You replied, with a grin.

You resumed the story,

"The apprentice was right all along, if they listened to those words they wouldn't have met the most admirable alchemist there ever was. The apprentice appreciated even the slightest efforts he put into lifting someone’s mood when they felt as if they were at their lowest. All the alchemist wanted was to make the village happy. Perhaps this trait among many others made the apprentice fall for the alchemist and while the alchemist made others happy, the apprentice wanted to make him happy."

You looked down at Rui who glanced elsewhere, knowing he’d been listening, you continue;

"The apprentice tells this story in hopes to remind the alchemist that they like the alchemist the way he is and they wouldn't want to change him for the world. So be like the apprentice and don't listen to other's words as they are not always true."

Rui redirects his stare to you,

“Say, do you think that story is about us?” He asked with his iconic cheshire grin, his tone was soft.

“Perhaps” you reply, a small chuckle came after.

The boy took your hand, intertwining it with his. He had debated whether he should share the conflict he came to terms with earlier in the day, given the story was based off of you both.

“Darling?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind lending an ear?”

“Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“I encountered a few people at school today, and ended up overhearing them talking about me.

Holding onto something stupid that people claim about me isn’t something I'd normally do, but I can't get the things they’ve said out of my head.”

You could hear the dreary tone through his words.

“Rui, I…”

It took you a moment to think of the right words to choose. Whilst realizing why he had commented on the alchemist during your storytelling.

“I don’t know what they’ve said, and I don't think I wanna know, for their sake. But one thing I can tell you is I don't think you’re a freak at all. You’re nothing near one, either.”

“If you are, well then, perhaps your difference from the world is what makes me love you.”

He smiled at your response. Bringing your hand closer to him, and planting a kiss onto it.

“I love you too”

TSUKASA TENMA

-shameless x2

- i see him yelling out the ily like “ILY!”

-i feel like he’d be flustered but not at the same time

-a mix maybe

-a blushing mess (what a cutie tho <3)

*****

You sat there on the bench idly, taking in the scenery around you, hearing the chatter and laughter of people in the background leaving the park as the sun dipped down into the horizon. Yet you remain seated in your position, not wanting to leave yet so you have a breather to yourself in hopes to improve your currently low mood.

"Y/N!!”

You look up, knowing exactly who the owner of the voice is. Both of you stared at each other for a while, although Tsukasa was unusually silent observing you while you tossed him an awkward smile in return.

"You wanna see my new poses?" He asked promptly and rather proudly. With a small nod from you, he suddenly starts posing, changing them every few seconds adding in a "ha!" with each pose. You couldn't help breaking into a laugh which caused Tsukasa's face to light up, unable to contain his growing smile. He continued, hoping you'd laugh more, gladly doing whatever it takes just to cheer you up. Embarrassment meant nothing if he got to make you happy. A big smile is now plastered on his face as he watches you bubbling with laughter, his heart swells, eyes filled with adoration. The only thought running through his mind is just how much he loves you.

"Y/n! I love you!" He yells ecstatically.

You stopped laughing from the shock, hearing him loud and clear. Confusion hits him upon hearing your abrupt stop of laughter, he was frozen mid-pose before he realised that his thought wasn't just said only in his head, he perhaps accidentally said it outloud. Tsukasa erupts into a flustered and blushing mess, covering his face with his hands. You get up from the bench to stand in front of Tsukasa, grabbing onto his hands and pulling them away to reveal his flushed face. With your stomach bubbling and your face starting to slowly match the color of his, "Tsukasa I love you too."

Now both of you were flustered and blushing messes, but you smiled to yourself, knowing that whenever you're feeling down you can always count on Tsukasa to cheer you up in the most unexpected ways.

#kamishiro rui x reader #wonderlands x showtime #fluff #project sekai #tsukasa tenma x reader #emu otori x reader #wxs rui #wxs nene #wxs emu #wxs tsukasa #nene kusanagi x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #project sekai headcanons #rui kamishiro x reader

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cannedbabs · 1 year

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I love your writing so much!!!! Like everything always comes out so perfect and your Jack?? What I aim to write him like ;-; but nah, if you are taking lil writing requests (no pressure if you aren't) what do you think Jack be like with a more 'romantic' person? Like wanting to hold hands and cuddle (within reason-) and have cute dates and is just overall very heart eyes for him?

THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST!!! It makes me rly happy that I can give content, BUT YOU CAN WRITE HIM JUST AS GOOD IF NOT BETTER DW‼️ buuuut Jack x Romantic partner <3 alrighty alrighty!!! I dont write much for romantic n hut lets see >:)

•He isn’t very touchy, and you’d have to get past a very thick barrier to even remotely allow you, but after You did if you reached and held onto his hand (more Like fingers, big hand) he wouldn’t exactly hold it back but he wouldn’t shake you off!

•His bed at home would be HUGE honestly, and he gives me Princess and the pea vibes of knowing if anything was off (side note) but the cutest image of you shifting and spooning him (despite not being able to wrap your arms around him) makes me happy. He either just allows you to or he shifts and actually cuddles you back… depends on how sleepy he is 🤭

•He would’ve gotten used to you being overly touchy, so you would’ve desensitized him to it. He regularly, begrudgingly, allows you to sit on your lap while he’s at his office desk, a hand on the small of your back as he writes. A knock at the door and he’s pushing you off though, he cant be seen being soft!

•He does not like going out and going on dates, the public eye can see him and he has a reputation to uphold! But if you made him dinner, or breakfast in bed (stuff at home) he’ll accept it… But its a hard no for going out to eat.

•While you have heart eyes for him he Doesnt necessarily return the affections, if anything he does a little, but thats about it. He also doesnt understand why you do, but its none of his business to stop your adoration. Though this doesn’t mean he wont do minuscule things from time to time… even small bouts of considering you is his love language(?)

•Kisses are a very hit or miss. He only hums at small kisses on the cheeks from you, or gives you glances. Though he would willingly kiss you back given the right mood (or, like stated, if he was sleepy… morning and night kisses for the win). He just leans and softly kisses your head from time to time.

•Anything he’d do that would be rough would be to mostly catch you off guard, hoping to satisfy your romantic needs for a few hours so you simply left him alone. A hard kiss to the lips thats admittedly a little heated? He’s hoping to render you speechless just so he can go about his morning undisturbed (he doesn’t dislike your presence, but that isn’t to say he hates his alone time either).

Im so sorry my Jack is always so iffy with affection 😭 its just how I personally view him!! Trying to open up that avenue a lil bit more!! So I hope this satisfies!! ❤️❤️❤️

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #big jack horner x reader #jack horner x reader #pib the last wish #puss in boots: the last wish #big jack horner x oc #jack horner x oc #self ship

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solar-halos · 5 months

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spoilers for the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie down below!! but i just need to talk abt this in xtreme detail before i explode

1. i really liked the Baby Snow / Tigris inclusion. i was wondering if they’d include the cannibal scene

2. the beginning was just a straight up thirst trap sorry. like ik in the book snow was freaking out over his shirt but it didn’t rlly occur to me that he’d be butt booty naked. im not complaining bc i said it once and i’ll fucking say it again: i’m not watching someone be manipulative AND ugly for two fucking hours. it was just kinda a jump scare

3. also another concern was that you wouldn’t be able to tell how shitty of a person he was since he’s so outwardly nice but his internal monologue is slimy and ratworthy, so i thought they’d do the things movies do where he’s narrating his thoughts to the audience. yk like “hey persephone! <3. how are you??” and then his voiceover is like “i fucking hate this bitch. cannibalistic weirdo” but maybe that would have been too humorous

4. speaking of humor i actually loved lucky so fucking much. he rlly emulated the whole “what i lack in experience i make up for in personality :)” thing and just he kinda carried the fact that everything abt televising the games was so new. also that scene at the zoo where lucy gray asked him who the fuck he even was and the cameraman started laughing.. funny as fuck. enjoyed that part immensely

5. also she did in fact correct them that her name was lucy gray and not just lucy

6. loved the whole “how come she gets a mender” “MENTOR” part i’m also glad they kept that in

7. let’s go back to the beginning. i LOVE how closely they stuck to the book when it came to the shirt scene “that must be why it reminds me of my maids bathroom” THATS what i’m talking about

8. also clemensia is sooo pretty. one thing that irritated me was how OFTEN she and snow kept glancing over at each other during dean highbottom’s speech. like i know i’m being irrational abt this but most the time she would look over at him and he would NOT look back (or vice versa) instead of them BOTH hitting each other w the “what the fuck?” glance and something abt that did admittedly grind my gears

9. fucking love sejanus’ actor the first movie i saw him in was west side story and he ate here

10. speaking of that… coral fucking ate too every single scene i was on her side she was the victor to ME

11. anyway let’s go back a bit with the proposal gaul had snow (and clemensia) write up. to me, the way the scene unfolded was weird. it was supposed to show a contrast between clemensia mourning and snow not rlly giving a fuck, but clemenisa being the one saying “give me the bullet points” was strange. to me, i feel like the convo should have gone like: “how could gaul expect us to write that proposal i was crying over arcchane all night” “dw i already wrote it” “where did you find the time? i was too busy grieving” “do you want the bullet points or not?” or something. idk i’m not a movie writer

12. why did clemensia stick her hands in there maybe it was the same in the book but at that point she just needed to admit defeat

13. okay one thing i DO remember about the book is that no one at the cornocupia fought each other, reaper was literally the only one ready to fight. that kinda pissed me off bc i feel like they could have made it interesting in a emotional way (like showing how desperate the tributes are to escape in their own ways) instead of an action sort of way (bc GODDAMN where did they learn to brawl like that?? d4 makes sense but some of them were shooting ARROWS katniss everdeen style). but again im not a movie person so “interesting in an emotional way” is just me being pretentious

14. wovey </3. i’m not rlly sure why they had dill drink the water i think having wovey drink it like in the book would have packed more of a punch ESPECIALLY since lucy gray makes a comment abt how she reminds her of maude ivory / that scene where wovey holds her hand. maybe that was in the book too tho i’m not sure i haven’t read it since it came out. one change that i did remember AND tolerated was snow being the one to cause the whole fuck up w the drones “i wasn’t attacking the other tributes—i was just sending her water” VERY good scene, gave more insight to his character imo. like yes i would have loved a d3 moment but i think this tweak not only made sense but made everything much more nice and neat and smooth

15. okay the singing parts. loved the reaping, but lucy gray constantly being like “give me a second, boys” “let’s go, boys” reminded me of that one delaney video

16. “you can kiss my ass!!!!!!” she ate that

17. also oooo the song she sang abt billy taupe that made snow jealousssss. she was so good like ugh. idk something abt the >:( faces she made ignited something in me. which is exactly the point of lucy gray and rachel zegler literally did such a fantastic job playing maria in west side story so tbh what we were expecting if anyone could have played this role it was her

18. and then lawrence whatever saying this was a love story… okay. i’ve always had the opinion that lucy gray genuinely liked snow (like in a stockholm-y way) BUT snow was too blinded by control to actually love her back, so i could see where he was coming from. with that being said, i feel like in the books snow had a lot more moments where he was doing / saying “sweet” things to lucy gray, so the scene where they almost kissed and then her happiness at being reunited with him just seemed so awkward and out of place. like i get it they truly did not spend that much time together but the kiss before the arena was so important idk why they left it out. when they kissed after being reunited and when she was like :D after seeing him in 12 i was like “uhh yall don’t even know each other like that calm down”

19. let’s go back the arena. i like the little nod of lucy gray killing treech w rat poison, even if it was kinda anticlimactic

20. speaking of anticlimatic… the ending? sucked. like it would have been abrupt either way and maybe i’m just misremembering but the lucy gray showdown with treech could have been the action scene that replaced the bloodbath (bc the bloodbath didn’t exist back then!!! that was the whole point!!!). also i don’t remember gaul being so adamant about not wanting a victor at all, but i understand why they did that bc how else would they have incorporated the “get her out” chant

21. there were a lot of scenes that made me go “ohhh i wanna remember this forever that’s so good and clever.” of course i forgot abt most of it by the time the movie was over, but one scene that stuck out to me was when the capitol students got rlly fuckin angry when reaper tore down their flag

22. also i knew what happened to marcus but tell me why i gasped when i saw him hanging there anyway

23. i don’t remember lamina crying in the books??? also don’t understand why snow was against the alliance here i think him being confused abt it in the book was better bc i when i read it i remember being genuinely surprised that he was surprised that lucy gray wanted to team up w someone i was like ummm isn’t that common sense

24. “it isn’t fair i killed all those ppl for nothing.” GOOSEBUMPS

25. again maybe i’m misremembering but didn’t snow beat the shit out of bobbin even after he already knew he was dead?? even if that wasn’t the case and i’m just misremembering i feel like they should have drawn that out more to show snows descent into Psychotic Bitch Mode

26. that scene where billy taupe was pulling at lucy grays skirt and being like “ik u missed me” dragged out for WAY too long, esp since lucy gray kept repeating “get off me, billy taupe. get off me” like WAY too calmly given the context of the situation. again im not a movie person AT ALL, but i think her snapping and kicking billy taupe away could have been a nod to how she bit his hand in the book. then, after she kicked him, snow could have arrived and started being the shit out of him. idk her biting billy taupe was something snow mentioned when he was justifying how he was gonna kill her, so idk. i thought they were gonna do a ranting sequence / flashback scenes with snow remembering how lucy gray was “violent” / “dangerous” that would trigger him (no pun intended) to actually start shooting. like him beating up billy taupe for a longer time than he needed to was also an indicator that he’s in Psychotic Bitch Mode, but i feel like it could have been a 2-in-1. if that makes sense

27. why did billy taupe push mayfair in the TITS. go to hell

28. said it before and i’ll say it again: lucy gray is a fashion icon. i wanna crochet her bathing suit so bad

29. that scene where they were going to the woods and snow was slapping away the mosquito omg. he was PISSED

30. “it’s a mystery. just like me” oh my fucking god i love rachel zeglers portrayal of lucy gray

31. also call me classist but i fucking hate country music but rachel zeglers performances might have converted me. “cant take my paaaaaast” yee yee!

32. okay. so i think a big question was if snow was portrayed as properly slimy and ratworthy to ppl who did NOT read the books. in my opinion, i don’t think so. in the books, you can obviously tell he’s fucking awful. in the movies, he’s obviously shitty too, but i feel like there are moments where he’s portrayed way kinder than he actually is, like when he started crying over sejanus. they kept in a lot of stuff he said sympathizing w the tributes (like the part in the book where he was like “how could they punish marcus for trying to escape from certain death?” BUT they DID leave out parts that made him so intolerable, like when he genuinely convinced himself that lucy gray was more capitol than district / his gross thoughts abt the games and control and possessiveness in general. like remember when he said that having lucy gray locked up in the capitol was a better alternative than her being in d12 bc at least he’d know where she was at all times?? or when he was ready to give up on trying to reunite w her bc it was hot asf and SENJAUS had to be the one to convince him to keep going? wtf

33. ALSO something that bugged the hell out of me is sejanus’ death scene. bc in the book his last words were ma BUT in the movie it sounded so much like he said pa. idk if that was just me tho but it caught me so off guard bc this man has DADDY ISSUES and it would be so different if he said pa. Pa is money and wealth, Ma is comfort and compassion. wanting his dad = he rlly just wanted his dad to bail him out. wanting his ma = wanting comfort and stability. but it sounded a lot more like ma when the jabberjays repeated everything back so maybe i just misheard

34. snow glaring at the rainbow fucking sent me i know his ass was brainstorming (no pun intended) on how to control the fucking weather

35. okay sorry i need to talk more about how snow was portrayed. my sister went w me but i did not know that she didn’t know ANYTHING about the movie, she was just coming w me bc she felt bad that i’d have to wait another week to watch it and decided that she wasn’t even gonna read a summary abt it. like she did not know that coriolanus snow = president snow, but i was still hoping that she knew that he was a bad person. nope. as soon as we left, she told me how much she hated the ending, and i thought it was bc she was pissed no one found out about snow. nope again. in her words, “i thought they’d get married”

my live reaction to that information

to be fair, when i was her age, i thought heathers was a love story, so i had to cut her some slack. after a bit of INTERROGATION, this is what she told me:

1. at least she thought that HE’D move in with HER, and not the other way around

2. what would be his motivation for moving to the districts? cos obviously he hated the capitol

okay me when i write a lucy gray / sejanus fanfiction. but still. if that’s what she got from the portrayal of his character, i think it’s safe to say that they could have done a lot more work to ensure that he was perfectly ratworthy to the audience. like yes she’s young and yes she had no idea what the fuck was going on (in her words: “yeah i was like ‘i’ll just ask u to explain it to me after’”) but i feel like knowing that he’s an awful person who hates the district should be something u make GLARINGLY obvious, even if it would be cheesy. i know that shoving a hot person on screen and downplaying their characters HEINOUS crimes is rlly common when it comes to things like this, but i genuinely don’t think that was (quite) the case here. like he had the potential of being as horrible as he is in the book (not even hesitating to send the jabberyjay recording of sejanus to the capitol, telling sejanus he only said all that shit abt changing the world bc he just wanted to save his own ass) but it just.. felt very half-assed. in my opinion

36. look i know this post is already xtremely long but would u believe me if i said there were more things i wanted to talk abt but can’t remember bc i have goldfish memory?? bc i do. but that’s all i can remmeber for now. goodnight and goodbye

#long post #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #me being real #but seriously this is actually something i need to be talking about FOREVER i can’t stop thinking abt it

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One Night Only - III.

ch. 1 , ch. 2, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 7.3k

(future) Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, spitting, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, envy, mdni!

a/n: i somehow managed to injure myself ㅠㅠ and because of that, i didn’t get a chance to include everything that i wanted in this because im in pain. but dw, i’ve divided it up and ch. 4 is in the works!

Chapter 3

The day felt insufferable. Tuesday just had to be one of those slow days. That, combined with Renjun, Jun, and Mark being out, made you want to jab a pencil through your ear.

Only 5 customers had come and gone since the store opened and that wasn’t enough to distance yourself from Jeno. He had decided to take charge for the day…and instead of doing nothing at the register, he decided to be near you. You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely trying to help you unbox the new book repairs or just have a reason to constantly brush shoulders with you.

You remained silent as you used the box cutter to slice open the large cardboard lids. It sounded quite appealing to use that box cutter on him, maybe just a nick would be enough to fix his behavior.

Surprisingly, he had been quiet just like you, for now…

“So do you live by yourself?” Jeno broke the silence while the two of you bent down to pry open the cardboard boxes.

Yet again you didn’t look at him. You weren’t even sure if you’ve ever seen the exact color of his eyes since you’ve started working here.

“Uhmm…why is that the first question you ask me?” Fucking weirdo.

“Just trying to get to know you.”

“You’ll never get to know me.” You said it louder than expected. You trailed off with a stack of books in your hand, hoping to be faster than him so you could move onto your next task. Naturally, Jeno was right behind you, with his own stack ready to be put on the same shelves you were going to.

Your body felt tense knowing that the two of you were towards the back corner of the store. There was no telling what else Jeno would try to quiz you on.

“Oh, is that what it is? You’re playing hard to get?”

You could see from your peripheral that Jeno had his tongue poking his cheek with a devilish grin to match. There was no point in replying to his nonsensical quips, he would just have another thought up within the next 30 seconds.

“You don’t have to worry, there’s nothing appealing about you.”

It was amazing how much you tolerated his bullshit, although the heat in your cheeks conveyed otherwise.

“C’mon, say something. I’m bored.”

Silence still.

“Still nothing hm? What if I said I was sorry? Would you forgive me for calling you a basic bitch?”

“Over my dead body.” You spat back at him.

You could hear him trying to hide the chuckle brewing in his throat.

Surprisingly, that was the last of the conversation for the next hour. There were still two huge boxes left to open and every now and then Jeno would have to step away and check out someone at the register. Unboxing was a tedious task but it kept your mind busy. If Jeno was an actual decent person, you wouldn’t mind getting acquainted. It didn’t even feel morally right to ask him anything. How would he feel if you ticked him off just like he did you?

“I feel bad for Renjun.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Did you threaten him with his life and force him to be your friend?” You asked with no sense of playfulness behind your voice. You were dead serious.

“We’ve been friends since we were in elementary school. He’s used to me.”

“What do you mean, used to you?”

“He’s the only one that can put up with my bullshit.”

“Clearly.” You scoffed. It was obvious but you just wanted to hear it from him first.

Of course people acted differently at work versus at home but it seemed that Jeno was a straight-shooter no matter who was around.

“I feel bad for myself.”

You resisted the urge to turn your head and face him because of his statement.

“Why?”

“Because I’m here, with you. I’d rather be sick at home.”

“Who the fuck raised you?”

You deserved an answer.

There was a moment that you considered holding your head high to anticipate his response. But all thoughts of courage were ripped away from you as a flurry of wind swirled around your body. You barely had time to raise your hands and resist as your subconscious dispersed your vision for a split second. Jeno’s hands clasped onto your shoulders as he pushed you into the bookshelf behind you, his hands then settling on either side of your head. Your back arched at the harsh contact of the shelf striking your spine, causing your chest to recoil. There were no defense mechanisms you could muster. You felt trapped, but inexplicably satisfied.

You finally met his eyes, for the first time.

They reminded you of burnt charcoal…a dark, endless, loophole of black.

His cool breath hit your lips as his husky voice singed all the way down to your core.

“Don’t you ever question me about my family.”

He bared his teeth as if he was a predator. A predator petrifying its prey. You noticed that his eyes were no longer burning into your own. They had traveled down to your lips.

You weren’t able to process if a customer had seen the two of you in this position: Jeno…pressed against you. Not out of passion, but out of rage.

“You’re finally looking at me. Don’t… move.” He whispered to you now, but his icy breath still laced into your nose with the same intensity. You obeyed him, hoping that he could see that you still had not moved.

Your clasped hands were beginning to give out. Your knees were buckling. Why hadn’t you slapped him already?

Before you could take a breath, Jeno backed away from you as a grunt fell from his lips.

Through your hooded eyes, you saw him storm off to the bathroom. There was a tightness in your chest that you never felt before.

Your knees gave out, causing you to slide down the shelf. The floor seemed like an acceptable resting place for now.

It took every bit of control Jeno had to not grasp your chin and take a bite out of your lips. That bitch…How dare she.

Those that really knew him, knew to never bring up his family.

“You’re not worthy to be my son anymore.”

Picturing his pig father spit those words made venom pool in his mouth.

It was the same scene that played in his mind during those nights in his room. Knowing that his mother never stood up for him, instead retreating back to watch her husband disparage their only child.

He would make sure your filthy mouth never crossed that line again. All you needed was to be brought down to your knees, and taught how to take a mouthful of cock. It was the perfect way to shut you up.

Jeno shook his head of his intrusive thoughts. It was excruciating how tight his jeans were beginning to feel knowing that you were probably in shock from his treatment. Meeting eyes with you for the first time, seeing that pitiful look on your face. He craved to see that again. You reacted in a way that made him feel like he owned every bit of you.

It didn’t help that Jeno had been practically bitchless for 2 weeks. To others that was standard but to him, it was unacceptable.

A splash of water to the face was enough to cool him off but he was faced with another problem: he had a very visible boner.

He could have tried to stay in the bathroom for a few more minutes but something told him that you were going to be found by a customer and taken away to an urgent care clinic.

“Fuck my life…” Jeno sighed into his hands. Invisibility would have been perfect for this moment as his sense of clairvoyance was predictable. Once he opened the door, you were still slumped against the shelf. A customer was tending to you, patting your forehead with a tissue.

“Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?” You hoped the elderly lady beside you had no idea what happened.

“I’m fine. The books were just too heavy.”

You would just have to use the disheveled floor to your advantage. Surely it seemed that you tried to carry way more than you could handle which caused your body to give out. Atleast, that’s the picture you painted for this caring customer.

“Are you sur-”

“I can help her. I’ll make sure she rests and gets something to drink.”

You couldn’t hide the staggered look on your face. Jeno had appeared on the other side of you, crouched down with his hand on your shoulder; a sizzling afterburn from where they were moments before.

“Here, take this. This should be enough to get her a bottle of water from the store nearby.”

She definitely didn’t see what happened.

How could anyone forget a snake like Jeno, trapping you within his broad frame?

He smiled and reached his hands out to decline the money she offered. You had never seen him smile before. Although he tried to hide his true intentions, seeing his lips turn upwards in a closed-mouth grin was an image you would never forget.

“Thank you for your concern.”

The elderly lady finally gave in. Once she was far enough away, you managed to see through your faltering vision that Jeno’s smile flipped completely. He had that lethal look on his face again.

“Get up.” Jeno’s voice resonated through you. You winced at how tight he squeezed your arm to drag you over to the tables nearby.

“That hurts!” Before you could protest some more, you were already seated. He didn’t even bother saying sorry.

You watched as he returned to where all the books were: you must’ve not heard them drop before he practically manhandled you against the shelves.

Jeno began to gather the books into a single pile while crouched down. You found it strange how stiff he looked while trying to put them on the top shelf.

Was he really that stumped from eye contact? It couldn’t be that. This was “vain Jeno” you were referring to.

One rub of your eyes was all it took to see a tent in his jeans. But a second one was needed for good measure.

The best thing you could do was pretend you were blind. Your eyes immediately fell down to look at your hands.

You had given up your seat at the table a long time ago so you could cover for Jeno while he went to lunch. The only indicator being that he ripped off his badge and stormed outside.

4:45pm

[renjun]: is jeno being nice?

It took you a second to realize that Renjun had indeed texted you. The two of you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet.

[you]: how did you get my number?

[renjun]: i asked mark for it, hope you don’t mind. something just told me that i needed to check on you.

[you]: aren’t you sick? why don’t you rest

[renjun]: thanks for ignoring my question. i’ll just bug jeno later.

Renjun’s sense of perception intimidated you.

There was only about 2 hours left until the end of your shift. It had been excruciatingly awkward since Jeno blindsided you earlier. He kept his distance but if that was only because of his boner, that was a testament to your worth.

You prayed the Mark would be back tomorrow.

One Month Later

“Hey, i’ve been meaning to tell you that there’s a new optical illusion museum that opened up in Seocho. I don’t have anyone to go with, would you be interested?” Renjun asked while the two of you were side by side attaching a huge banner to the ceiling that read “NEW ARRIVALS: Historical Fiction, Military Fiction, and more!!”

“Oh, that sounds cool! When do you want to go?”

“I was thinking this weekend? Does that sound good?”

“Yeah that should work. I haven’t been doing anything interesting lately.”

“Same here. Let’s aim for Sunday!” Renjun said while fanning the banner to get out the wrinkles.

If this was anyone else besides Renjun, you would’ve declined the invite. But the two of you had gotten quite close within the month of meeting each other for the first time. You considered Jun cool too but he spent too much time with Jeno on the clock; so he was a hit or miss most days.

It comforted you knowing that Renjun knew that you and Jeno still weren’t on good terms. You were definitely the more mature one as you didn’t want to ditch Renjun just because he and Jeno were childhood best friends.

Jeno had stopped antagonizing you ever since that Tuesday. There was no teasing, smart remarks, eye rolling, nothing. You knew he was a womanizing edgelord but you never thought he would have a chance to get that close to you. You figured that if nature versus nurture was in his favor, maybe he would’ve turned out different. There was obviously something that wounded him in the past.

“I'm open to whatever time just-.”

“Come down guys. I have a very important announcement!” Mark's clap accompanied with his interruption nearly scared you off the ladder. Luckily, it wasn’t that high of a drop if you did manage to fall.

“Ahhh, Mark you scared me!” Renjun exclaimed as he hung his head low.

You, Renjun, Jun, Jeno, and Mark were all circled around in the back of the store. Mark had a huge grin on his face as he stood and faced the 4 of you.

“I just wanted to tell you all that I have been extremely pleased with your guys’ performance. Lately, we’ve been picking up the pace with a lot of new arrivals and book signings, but that doesn’t stop you all from really outshining our competitors. I wanted to show my appreciation by hosting a dinner at Cornerstone tomorrow night at 7:30pm. You are not obligated to come but I highly recommend it. They have amazing Italian food and I'm paying for everyone’s meal!”

From what you could see, the 4 of you didn’t really have much of a reaction until Mark’s last sentence. Renjun and Jun’s mouth even dropped. You were quite shocked as well. That restaurant was located in Gangnam: one of the richest and most upscale districts in Seoul. You nearly fainted at the fact that casual dress probably wasn’t allowed there.

“Wouldn’t that be expensive though?” Renjun asked while biting his lip. It seemed he was thinking the same thing you were.

“I’m down. It’s free food.” Jun shrugged while giving Renjun a “don’t mess this up for us” expression.

“Jeno, you coming?” Mark signaled him out, most likely because Jeno was usually busy on the weekends with some girl. Everyone was aware of that.

“Since you’re paying, yeah. But I'm not going to stay and chat.” He scoffed while blowing a strand from his bangs out of his face.

“Fair enough! It’ll be at 7pm. No such thing as fashionably late! You guys can resume. I hope you all consider coming.”

“Do you still feel like going to the museum? I would just feel bad if you had to see my face that much outside of work.” Renjun whispered to you while everyone went back to their designated areas.

“Nooo it’s fine. I need more to do with my weekends anyways!”

“Okay good. Thank you for agreeing to hang out.” Renjun bowed with clasped hands.

“Of course!”

There was no reason to be this stressed over an employee dinner. It was currently 5pm and you still hadn’t chosen an outfit.

Searching up pictures of the restaurant didn’t help: it looked expensive just like you imagined. Luckily, you had a few items of clothing that could fit a fancy dining place. It was just a matter of putting together what matched.

You opted for something simple and monochromatic to blend in easier; nothing too flashy nor too plain. Plus, whatever you could do to remain invisible to Jeno, the better.

By the time you showered, washed your face and did your hair, it was already 6:30pm. You were cutting it too close. It took 45 minutes to travel via subway from Hongdae to Gangnam. Taxiing was a faster but more expensive option that you didn’t feel like taking.

“Shit…” you exhaled while rushing out the door with your wallet, keys and phone. The brutality of the winds outside shocked you down to your bones. By the time you realized there was an overcast, you were already boarded on the train to Gangnam.

You felt alienated in this part of Seoul. It wasn’t often that you could visit or sight-see, especially with your salary. Even the people on the train were dressed to impress, but considering it was an incoming Saturday night, there were bound to be people with their own expensive weekend plans.

Walking the 10-minutes from the subway station was half the battle considering the harsh winds. Leaves constantly blew up against your ankles causing you to skip along the crosswalk.

Your phone read 7:29pm by the time you made it to the doors. You hoped and prayed that they weren’t already seated.

It was quite packed inside but that didn’t stop you from observing the interior. There were so many different variations of glass vases placed around, all filled with onyx stones and lillies. Dainty fairy lights hung from the ceiling with a crystal chandelier in the middle. Every table was a polished acacia wood with red velvet booths and chairs.

You were definitely only ordering an appetizer.

Your guilty thoughts of hurting Mark’s bank account was cut short by a hostess that walked up and greeted you.

“I’m looking for a party of 4 under the name Mark Lee?”

“Yes, right this way, miss.” The hostess led the way towards the back, with a runway walk that must’ve been so exhausting to execute during her entire shift. It made you feel self conscious about how poor your posture was.

Mark must’ve lucked out with being able to score a table in the very back that was away from the noisier areas.

To your dismay, everyone was there before you…including Jeno. You technically weren’t late, just right on time.

“Last one to show up eh?” Mark smiled while getting up from his seat. You almost stopped in your tracks from seeing him in a suit. You were only used to seeing him in a white crew-neck with the sleeves always bunched at his elbows, a green apron, blue jeans and tennis shoes.

“I’m so sorry.” You bowed to him as he did to you.

“I’m just teasing. We haven’t even ordered yet, just waters and champagne.” He said while pulling back the chair for you to sit.

Fortunately, you were seated in between Renjun and Jun, with Mark and Jeno on the other side of the table. Your breath hitched in your throat at seeing Jeno. He kept his head down, presumably to text on his phone, not once to look up at your arrival unlike the others. He had a pained look on his face but you had to admit that he looked good. His furrowed brow causing a lump in your throat.

His forehead was showing, which was a first for you to witness. His hair was slicked back, his bangs heavily pomaded. He wore a tucked white t-shirt, rustic-suede jacket, belt, black skinny jeans, and black chukka boots. The only reason you were able to tell what he wore from the waist down was because of how low the table was.

Renjun sported something similar to Jeno but with a black suede jacket and beige oxford shoes.

Jun adorned a black long-sleeved dress shirt, dark blue cuffed jeans, and brown chelsea boots.

“Now that everyone’s here, I can give a proper thanks.”

Renjun cleared his throat to get Jeno off of his phone. It worked.

You watched as he raised his head up slowly before pinching the bridge of his nose. He was irritated with something, probably with the idea of being stuck here.

“As you all know, my parents are entrusting me with ownership of the store. They’re getting close to retirement age so I do have some pressure on my shoulders with taking over but because of you all, I’m able to see through to an ever growing future.”

Mark always astounded you with his way with words. You figured he was young when you first met him but when Renjun confirmed that he was only 23, it explained everything. He had a young yet sovereign spirit.

“I know that you all have your own aspirations and ventures and I don’t expect you all to stay with me forever so why not make a toast to the present? This dinner is for you guys.” Mark beamed while raising his champagne glass for us to follow along.

Who knew that a job at a bookstore would lead to an extravagant dinner hosted by your young, rich, boss?

“Cheers.” The 5 of you said while toasting each other's glass.

A few moments later, the server stopped by and took everyone’s order. You ordered an appetizer, just like you had planned. The same couldn’t be said for Renjun, Jun, and Jeno though.

“I don’t want this dinner to just be about me. Let’s do a round table of everyone’s future plans. Renjun, how about you start?”

This was one way to pass the time waiting on food but it was also nerve-wracking at the same time. You didn’t really have an intricate answer. Even Renjun was caught off guard by the question; his eyes scanning wildly out of control.

“Uh-uhmm. I’m not too sure yet. I’m really happy working at the bookstore. If anything, I want to become a vet tech but we’ll see.”

“That sounds cool. How long is the schooling for that?” Mark asked after taking a sip from his champagne glass.

“Just 2 years at any technical school. That’s better than the 4 years my parents wanted me to do. They weren’t too happy with me not wanting to do university.”

“Makes sense! I hope it goes well for you.”

“Thank you.” Renjun said while graciously bowing in his seat.

“Alright, you’re next.” Mark pointed his glass to you. But you were going to try to dodge this as best as you could.

“I’m not too sure yet either. Jun you’re up.” You covered your eyes at how much you failed to get the attention off of you.

Everyone but Jeno chuckled. You were curious if Mark would try to pester you or leave it be.

“I get it. Don’t worry, I won’t force an answer out of you. But yes, Jun your turn.”

Before Jun could speak, the server came with a tray of everyone’s food. You thought you were familiar with Italian cuisine but judging by how grande these dishes looked, you were wrong. There was no way you could accurately name them. Based on what knowledge you had, you could only recognize Jeno’s dish as carbonara.

Your appetizer was a decent sized portion considering fancy restaurants were usually skimpy on the amount of food given. Everyone began to dig in, undoubtedly hungry since it was around 8pm. You tried your best to keep your eyes glued to your plate but every now and then your eyes would scan Jeno.

How could he possibly not have a headache from how tight his brows were pulled together?

Even the way he ate seemed so mad. He attacked his plate with his titanium chopsticks. Maybe he was just hangry…

Jun continued the round table after taking a few bites from his plate of food. You smiled to yourself seeing Renjun chew his food; every now and then he would pat his own cheek to remind himself not to smack.

“I plan on moving to Germany. I’ve always been so immersed by their language and culture. I guess they’re offering a lot of editorial jobs for authors there.”

Everyone’s eyes got big at his revelation.

“Wow! I had no idea. How long have you been learning German?” Renjun asked while wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“Ever since I graduated high school. So for 8 years now.”

“Could you say a few words for us? If you don’t mind?” Mark asked with a look of amazement on his face.

Jun began talking in German with ease, so fast that you couldn’t tell where the sentences ended and began. Even though you couldn’t understand, you clapped along with the others.

Jun smiled while putting his hands together, bowing twice.

“That’s amazing. Well, certainly don’t give up Jun!” Mark said while the rest of you nodded in agreement.

“Okay, nice guy. Your turn.”

You should’ve pretended to choke on your drink at Mark’s title given to Jeno.

Jeno ignored Mark, choosing to eat his food at a quicker pace. Renjun sighed.

“Jeno?” Mark addressed him in a more subdued tone of voice.

“What?” That was the first word Jeno spoke since you’ve been here. You couldn’t tell the exact nature of his mood from the simple “what” because of the amount of food in his mouth.

“I’ve overheard about your modelling endeavors a couple of times. How’s that going?” Mark attempted to approach the conversation in a way that would get Jeno to open up. You weren’t sure if it would work.

But, modelling?

You were definitely not around when this was discussed at work. Maybe it was before you got there.

Jeno put down his chopsticks after taking his last bite of food. He sat back in his chair, patting down his jacket.

“Yeah, I’ve gotten a few offers here.”

“Oh okay. How soon until you leave us then?” Mark asked with a raised brow.

“It depends.”

You wanted to hear more but he was keeping his responses short.

He indeed had the face, the height and the physique to pull it off. You just hoped that whoever gave him a chance never got to witness his personality, unless maybe he got his shit together by then. The table felt a bit awkward now that everyone was finishing up with their meals. The clacking of utensils couldn’t fill the silence anymore. All of the champagne was gone, and no one seemed like eating dessert.

“I hope to see you on billboards someday, Jeno.” Mark winked while signing off on the bill. Out of respect, you kept your head down so you couldn’t see the price. It was best you didn’t know.

“How’s everyone getting home? Just thought I'd ask since it’s quite dark out.”

“I live in Jongno but the station is only a 5-minute walk. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the food.” Jun said while gathering his keys and phone.

“You’re welcome! What about you two? I’m assuming you all are leaving together?” Mark directed his attention to Jeno and Renjun.

“Ye-”

“No. I need to go to the store.” Jeno cut Renjun off to his dismay. You noticed how he darted his eyes towards Jeno, obviously bothered by that decision.

“You can’t just wait until tomorrow?” Renjun asked in a frustrated tone.

“No. Thanks for the dinner Mark.” Jeno lazily saluted Mark and stood up from his seat, already making his way to the front.

“Anytime! What about you?”

“I have about a 10-minute walk to the station.” You said while gathering your belongings.

“Are you okay to travel alone?” You really didn’t mind. Seoul’s crime rate wasn’t a cause for concern.

“Yeah, I’m good! I actually like walking at night.” You made sure your voice sounded more confident so Mark wouldn’t get any ideas about escorting you home.

“Okay! Well, I appreciate you guys coming. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Once you all made it to the front entrance, everyone collectively sighed. The wind was still just as angry as it was an hour ago.

You noticed that Mark, Jun, and Renjun had reached for their umbrellas that were in a caddy underneath a coat rack. Jeno must’ve already walked out.

One look at the weather app was all it took for you to curse under your breath: the forecast showed heavy rain within an hour. You were the only one not prepared.

“See you tomorrow at noon right?” Renjun nudged your arm as everyone exited to go their separate routes.

“Yep! See ya.”

You were shit out of luck thinking you could make it home before it rained. As soon as you got a far enough distance from the group, it began to pour.

If you hadn’t rushed getting out the door, you would’ve remembered to grab your umbrella out of your shoe closet.

This was the longest 10-minute walk of your life.

Although the neon lights from bars and restaurants reflected nicely off the pavement, you weren’t able to see much else around you. The heavy droplets hitting your eyelids felt too much like hail.

Jeno had managed to go to a nearby convenience store to grab a pack of condoms. For some reason that couldn’t wait until tomorrow like Renjun suggested but he figured since he was already dressed nicely, he might as well visit a new girl he began talking to just yesterday.

He managed to get her number within 3 minutes at the grocery store yesterday. Easy.

However, it wasn’t easy planning the hookup. She seemed indecisive, which was why he looked so irritated at the dinner. When he offered to show up, she brought up an excuse.

[grocery store girl #3]: well, i have a roommate

[jeno]: and? we can try to be quiet

[grocery store girl #3]: plus, my roommate has a large dog, wouldn’t that be an issue

[jeno]: no. do you want me to come over or not? why not my place?

[grocery store girl #3]: no it’s raining. come to me instead

[jeno]: i’m gonna stop by the store and then i’ll be there in 10

She was hot, but she was being difficult. At this rate with the weather, he might as well give up. But he was lucky to snatch her that day. He’d gone a month without sex. That was considered taboo.

She conveniently lived in Gangnam to which he automatically assumed she was part of the higher class demographic. Luckily, he brought along an umbrella so he could still scan the GPS on his phone. The “Maps” told him to cross the street at the next light as her apartment was situated on the left side of Apgujeong road.

The streets were still roaring with cars and people skipping along with their umbrellas. Once in a while a passerby would look up and stare at Jeno; how his long legs looked in his black skinny jeans, how he walked with such determination.

Jeno had to stop himself from freezing in the middle of the crosswalk. There in the distance on the left side, he saw you.

No umbrella, no coat…rushing to get home.

What a fucking idiot…

The forecast clearly showed a rainstorm that would last all night.

He thought of leaving you there to get drenched in the rain. Not like you would be able to see him walk past you anyways. After all, he had a girl waiting for him.

A scream erupted from your throat from feeling a tug on your shoulder. Without even seeing who touched you, you swung your arms in a feeble attempt to defend yourself.

“Hey, chill out! It’s me!”

The voice came from Jeno?

“You scared me! Say something next time!”

Once you were able to contain yourself, you saw him. Of course, he had an umbrella and you didn’t.

“I did! You couldn’t hear me.” He spoke loudly to combat the raindrops that sounded too much like firework poppers.

“Oh. Sorry. Well what do you want?”

You made sure to sound annoyed. You saw how he looked at the dinner and the last thing you needed was his bad juju to engulf your already crappy night.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

Your body tensed up. This proposition seemed unheard of coming out of his mouth.

“Y’know what. Forget it.”

He began to stomp along the pavement, leaving you as a statue amongst the storm.

“No! Wait! Yes, you can.”

He stopped and turned slowly, with one hand in his pocket and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He kept his head down as he stepped up to you.

He outstretched his arm, giving up his umbrella without another word; getting drenched in the process.

“We can share. Don’t do that.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist that was holding onto the umbrella. His brow furrowed at the skin contact, but you figured it was from your cold, wet hand.

You stepped under the umbrella and the two of you began walking to the nearest subway terminal.

“Do I need to give directions or are you familiar with how to get to Hongdae from here?”

“No, I’m familiar. Can we just take a taxi? It’s gonna take fucking forever if we take the train.”

Since he had control over the umbrella, you both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as he looked down at you, waiting for your answer. This was only the second time that the two of you held eye contact for this long. You remember the last time being a complete heart-stopper. The way his black eyes scanned your face waiting for a response made your lips quiver. You could just mentally blame it on the temperature outside.

“Yeah, le-let’s take a taxi. I’ll call one.”

“Have them come to this bar over here.”

Jeno pointed over to the nearby bar still teeming with customers. It was better to sit in there than on the wet ledges outside. The two of you continued to stand in the middle of the sidewalk, splitting the wave of oncoming pedestrians while you called.

“They said they’ll be here in 15-minutes.”

Jeno led the way to the bar, shaking his umbrella free of the excess rain once you all made it to the front entrance.

This all felt so strange. You still had a ways to go until you got home, yet here you were, with Jeno. There was no way he would go the entire distance. He would surely give up if this taxi took longer than 15 minutes to show up.

“Are you okay?” You asked while the two of you sat at the bar. It was crowded but you didn’t have to talk too loud for him to hear you.

“Why do you ask? Are you upset that I’ve directed my attention to someone else other than you?”

He totally misinterpreted your question.

Why did you even bother asking?

“Who’s someone else?”

“C’mon, you can’t tell that you’ve dragged this on for too long.”

“I never tried to lead you on. You’re just delusional.” If it was true that he was done aggravating you, then why did he have to announce that? Why was that so important?

“Why were you being disrespectful during the dinner? Being on your phone instead of being a part of the conversation?”

“Don’t ask me questions. It’s none of your business. Plus the last time you asked me something, I made you light headed. So I suggest you tread lightly.”

“I can handle you just fine…” Jeno knew you couldn’t. The lies you told only fueled his ego. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t be able to come into work for a week.

You swallowed that familiar lump in your throat when you saw him shake his head and smirk.

Tonight would only get worse from here.

The rest of the time spent at the bar and the cab ride was mostly quiet. You got plenty of looks from strangers. It made you wonder if they thought you and Jeno were dating. You felt off-color for even thinking such a thing. Jeno did fit the model archetype. It was only right for him to be with someone of the same standard. Hell, he looked like he belonged in Gangnam, as opposed to you.

The taxi was definitely the smarter option, a huge 20-minute difference. You were more than ready to get home, shower, and set your clothes up to dry in the bathroom.

“My apartment is just up here.” You pointed up to your home that was situated on a hill. Jeno didn’t respond, only following behind this time as you led the way to the lobby and then up the elevator to the 5th floor.

You felt a sense of impending doom. The amount of awkwardness that would flood your entire front porch once it was time for him to leave would no doubt drown you. It didn’t feel right to say “goodbye” or “see you later.” Not even a “thank you” seemed appropriate.

You didn’t know how far he lived from here but you figured he would curse at you in his head for having to walk you home, just because you didn’t bring an umbrella. For him to go the entire trip, meant something to you. He could’ve just left you once you got in the taxi. And he definitely could’ve left you in the lobby.

Come to think of it, why was he going up the elevator with you?

There was no way he was “gentleman” enough to walk you all the way to your front door too?

The “ding” of the elevator reaching the 5th floor snapped you out of your raging thoughts. You walked out, he followed.

You had your key ready in hand to open the door to your place. You made it home…finally. There was no amount of confidence you could dig up to face him and say thank you, so you chose to look down at his chest instead.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Your voice trembled again. This happened every time the two of you were alone; it was getting old now.

“You suck at eye contact, you know that right?” Jeno blurted out, completely disregarding your gratitude.

You froze.

“Why is that huh?”

You tried to ignore the rasp in his voice that undoubtedly made your hands sweat.

He took one step forward. You stood in place.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you. It pisses me off actually.” He whispered.

He took another step forward. This time, his eyes peering at your parted lips, your chest touching his.

The moment you decided to look up at him, he backed you against your door. His arms were on either side of your head. This felt all too familiar.

To an outsider, it would seem that you were readying your clenched fist for a punch. But you were trying your hardest not to kiss him.

The man that always gave you hell.

“What is there to think about?”

You challenged his words.

You didn’t expect Jeno to answer so quickly. On the contrary, the world was still in slow motion as he lowered his head to your level, leaning in further.

“I could corrupt you…and you would thank me for it.”

Your hand clenched your key card so hard that it felt like it was leaving permanent indentations in your palms. Your stomach felt like it dropped to the floor. Jeno’s eyelids fluttered close, covering his pitch black irises.

His pride would be the death of him.

The only action that seemed right in this tortuous game of fight or flight was flight.

Your head turned at just the right moment before his lips made contact with yours, his nose grazing your cheek in the process.

There wasn’t an explanation for why you denied the kiss. Judging by the way he sighed, you figured he was forever done with you.

He stepped back, swiping his thumb along his nose.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t collapse like last time. You would hold your ground and leave him be.

He walked away, like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

In a daze, you used your key card to unlock your door. There was still a bit of determination left in you to freshen up after being drenched in rain for the past hour.

If you only knew that Jeno would never let you go now.

He’d never been rejected before.

A part of him knew that you would turn your head away from him, but seeing it in real time confirmed that you were different.

This was the first time he ever held his head down in shame. Maybe he did when he was younger but of course he couldn’t recall that.

He felt lost. He needed to gain that control over you again. There just wasn’t another window of opportunity he could imagine besides right now.

By the time Jeno made it outside, there was something inside him that told him to go back up and knock on your door. He twirled his folded umbrella at his hip, opting to let the raindrops cover his body and drown his desertion.

With a quick turn of his heel, he power walked back into the lobby and towards the elevator.

It felt nice to finally sit down in your living room. You felt mentally exhausted from tonight's events but you managed to pull enough energy to set your wet clothes up in the bathroom, dry off your body, brush your teeth and put on pajamas.

The rain had finally calmed down but it was still pleasing to see how the last remaining drops fell down the patio door behind your couch.

Your mind was trying hardest not to linger back to Jeno’s attempt at kissing you. There wouldn’t be another chance like that again. But a part of you wondered why you were regretting letting him walk away.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you. It pisses me off actually.”

He couldn’t have meant that. It wasn’t plausible. Time and time again he would entertain why you were so uninteresting, so average, so simple.

While scrolling through the streaming service to select a movie, you jumped from hearing two knocks at your door. Luckily, your electric diffuser wasn’t loud enough to drown it out.

You were light on your feet approaching the door, making sure to check through the peephole.

It was Jeno.

The dead giveaway was his suede jacket, but by the looks of it, he looked completely soaked.

He had an umbrella so why wasn’t he using it?

It didn’t take much deliberation in your head on whether or not to open your front door.

Jeno’s head rose from looking at the floor, his slicked back bangs not holding steady anymore due to the rain. The leftover drops on his plump lips caused you to pause mid-swing from opening the door. His umbrella was hung low at his side with the loop handle intertwined in his left hand.

It didn’t seem like he was ready to talk, despite his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Why did you come back?” Your eyes scanned for an answer, but there was only deafening silence. The pause after you spoke seemed to last a few minutes.

You briefly turned to push more of your door open so it wouldn’t close behind you.

Your steps felt way too calculated for what you wanted to do; everything else way too sporadic.

Stepping up to him for once in your life wasn’t as debilitating as you thought it would be. The courage you managed to bring forth, empowered you enough to stand meters away from him.

Jeno didn’t falter. He didn’t step back or curl away. His eyes followed your every move, finally settling at your lips again.

The drop of his umbrella was the last thing you could recall before connecting your lips to his.

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