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peachyminx · 4 months
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Roommate Sukuna on the brain. Roommate Sukuna on the brain, I repeat. This is not a drill!!
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Roommate Sukuna who is so smitten the second he lays eyes on you that all he can do is offer a meek nod in greeting as you wheel your damn box into the room.
Roommate Sukuna who can't help but stay up late with you when you're studying for finals, putting your books and even your leftover snacks away once you nod off, yet denying that he did such a thing the very next morning after you wake up; you must've been sleepwalking and done all that subconsciously, even covering yourself with a blanket, so he says.
Roommate Sukuna who purposefully walks around shirtless on hot days so he can watch you try to pretend you haven't been ogling him the whole day.
Roommate Sukuna who has no idea how to make desserts yet always snarks at you when you try to teach him how to make cheesecakes like he didn't ask you first.
Roommate Sukuna who leaves you a large slice of your favorite dessert after you're done with exams as a way of congratulating you. And if you pass them all? He's making you dinner, albeit with not-so concealed intentions this time.
Roommate Sukuna who after a while starts to share cutlery with you, going as far as drinking from the same cup as you and even placing his lips on the exact spot yours previously were.
Roommate Sukuna who knows very well he could be a lady-killer, but only has eyes for his cute little roommate with a sweet tooth that pushed herself too hard during the past week and is probably expecting a dessert of some kind today.
Roommate Sukuna who uses every chance he can to get as touchy with you as possible. You want him to clasp your necklace for you? He's trailing his fingers along your neck. You want him to grab something from the shelf above your head? He's reaching up without letting you move away, his larger frame dwarfing you as he places his free hand on the small of your back, the box of cereal in his hand landing on the counter.
Roommate Sukuna who gives your side a light squeeze every time he walks by you, a smug grin on his face when he sees your expression change for even the slightest of seconds.
Roommate Sukuna who lets you trace your fingers over his tattoos once you're curious enough to ask why he got them and how bad they hurt, his eyes lidded as he stared down at you, your small fingers running over his body and mapping out each and every one of the black markings.
Roommate Sukuna who can no longer resist the voice in the back of his head telling him to pin you down and fuck you till you can't walk when you look up at him, your fingers tight around his wrist as he dips his head to press a bruising kiss to your lips, his hands gripping onto your waist and holding you in place.
Roommate Sukuna who kisses you hungrily, his tongue licking into your mouth to taste every corner of your mouth, his tongue charting out your mouth like he was drawing a map leading to the greatest treasure in the world. (the one piece)
Roommate Sukuna who pushes you down and rips your shorts and panties off in one fluid movement, licking a slow stripe up your cunt and flicking your clit with his tongue just to feel you shudder beneath him.
Roommate Sukuna who can't get enough of the way you squirm under him, his hands holding your thighs open so he could savor your taste as he ate your pussy like it was his final meal, dipping his tongue into your opening and pulling it out, only to replace it with two thick fingers, pressing them slowly into your tight entrance, stretching you out while his thumb rubbed slow, torturous circles on your sensitive nub.
Roommate Sukuna who can't help but start to grind his hips into the bed at the decadent melodies you were making, your voice nearly cracking as you begged for him to ‘please, please, please slow down’ but your cries fell on deaf ears as he continued to grind and thrust his fingers deeper into you, his tongue lapping up your juices that started to trail down the digits buried in your warmth.
Roommate Sukuna who couldn't help but let out a deep groan when you started to cum, squirting in short bursts on his fingers, pride swelling almost painfully in his chest at the simple fact that he has you like this.
Roommate Sukuna who pushes your knees back against your chest to pin you down, grinding his cock against your opening and pushing in just the tip, only to pull out and ask you if you want it, enjoying your incoherent babbles and your nails digging into his bare shoulders.
Roommate Sukuna who finally sinks into your wet warmth, thrusting slowly into you, only to knock the wind out of you with how heavy his first real thrust is, picking up the pace and fucking you through not one, but two more orgasms, chuckling as you soaked not just his sweatpants, but the sheets with your release.
Roommate Sukuna who leans over you and fucks you into the mattress with more vigor once he starts to get close, a hand pressing into your abdomen where he just knows the head of his cock is slamming into so you can cum together.
Roommate Sukuna who kisses you to muffle his moan of pleasure when he finally spills deep inside you, his hips stilling as he continues to kiss you, rocking his hips back and forth as he asks you if you can take any more.
Roommate Sukuna who makes you take it twice as hard, thrusting up into you and pulling you down to meet his thrusts when you shake your head, whimpering at the overstimulation; his cock kissing your cervix with each slam of your hips down onto his.
Roommate Sukuna who groans and keeps thrusting into you, hooking your legs open on his arms to make sure his thrusts reached deeper into you as he leaned over you, his weight pinning you in place while he gave a raspy chuckle.
“You think we're done, brat?? You're going to cum on this cock until you can't use your brain anymore for denying me this long.”
Roommate Sukuna on the fucking brain, baby♡
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dark-frosted-heart · 7 months
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All Because of a Slight Fever - Roger Barel
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The sick event
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
Kate: Sorry for bothering you, Roger.
I wound up in the infirmary after spraining my ankle trying to go after a purse snatcher I encountered in the city.
Roger: I don't mind. It's part of my job anyway.
Roger finishes with an "it's done". My injured ankle's carefully taped up.
Roger: However...Isn't there something else you should be apologizing for?
Kate: The fact that I didn't catch the thief...?
Because I wasn't able to catch up to them with a sprained ankle, the culprit disappeared into the crowd.
(I wanted to get the bag that was stolen back...)
Roger: Wrong. If you don't get it, I'll punish you.
Kate: What...!
Roger wrapped an arm around my waist and slipped his other hand under the hem of my dress.
A large, bony hand gently caresses my skin.
Roger: Huh...I see.
Kate: W-what are you doing...?!
I want to resist but can't because I don't want to put pressure on my ankle.
Fingertips trail from my collarbone to my neck, and then from my neck to my ears.
Kate: Ah...
My body shuddered at the comfort sent from the tickling sensation.
Roger: You felt that? Haha, you're as sensitive as ever.
Kate: It's because of how you're touching me...ah.
The moment I raise my voice in protest, Roger's fingers enter my mouth.
Imitating their owner, the fingers forcefully push my mouth open.
Kate: Ugh...
Amber eyes observe my sloppily opened mouth.
(Just what the heck are you doing, Roger?)
My faces starts to heat up in embarrassment.
Finally he pulls his fingers out and speaks up.
Roger: You have a cold.
Kate: ........Huh?
Roger: You didn't notice? Your throats swollen and you got a fever.
Now that he mentioned it, I do feel a bit sluggish...
(Was that a medical exam just now?)
Kate: Then, what I need to apologize for is...
Roger: For pushing yourself when you have a cold.
Roger shrugs his shoulders in exasperation and tilts his head toward a bed.
Roger: Sick people should stay in bed.
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Kate: Nnn...
I woke up on the bed in the infirmary. A look at the clock told me that it was dawn.
(Roger gave me medicine and I went to bed)
I looked to the side and saw Roger asleep in the chair beside me.
(Why'd he sleep in the chair instead of going back to his room?)
(Come to think of it, last night...)
~~ Flashback ~~
Kate: Hah...Ha...
I woke up in the middle of the night with throbbing, stabbing headache.
(It hurts...)
Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes from being helplessly in pain. In my blurred vision, I see someone gently touch my forehead.
Roger: Your fever's rising...
(Ro...ger...?)
Roger: I'm gonna change the towel on your forehead.
Kate: Thank...ack!
When I was about to thank him, I started to cough violently.
Roger: Don't force yourself to talk. Want some water first?
I nodded my head and Roger helped me up by supporting my back. He brought a pitcher of water to my lips.
(Yum...)
If I try to say something, I'll start coughing, so I thank him with a nod.
Roger smiles softly at me and pats my head.
Roger: I know it hurts, but you'll feel better after getting a good night's sleep. I'll watch over you so rest easy.
~~ Flashback end ~~
(Roger's words were such a relief that I feel asleep right after)
(You really have been by my side this whole time...)
Warmth filled my chest at the sight of Roger, who must've fallen asleep in the middle of taking care of me.
He's always teasing me, kisses me forcibly, and I'm always at his mercy, but...
It's reassuring and makes me happy to know that he's there for me when I'm physically weak.
(Ah...If Roger keeps sleeping in that chair, he'll be the one to catch a cold.)
I sit up on the bed to cover him with a blanket.
The bed creaks, waking Roger up.
Roger: Nnn...You're awake. How're you feeling?
Kate: Thanks to you, I feel a lot better.
Roger: Glad to hear it. It's worth getting sick. Oh, and I heard they caught purse snatcher you were chasing.
Kate: Really! That's a relief...When I heard that a precious bag was stolen, I wanted to get it back no matter what.
While I felt relieved, Roger furrowed his brows and let out a sigh.
Roger: While I think the way you cherish others is a virtue, don't neglect yourself. If it's a sprained ankle or a cold, it's no big deal for me. But, there are some things that even I can't treat.
Kate: Got it. I'll be careful.
I knew that Roger was genuinely worried about me after taking care of me last night so I nodded firmly.
Roger: If you got it, then that's good. Stay healthy for me. Because I like to dote on (or torment) the healthy ones and make them cry.
Kate: Wha-! That's why?!
(I thought a little too highly of Roger after he took care of me!)
Roger: Once you've fully recovered, I'm gonna play with you to my heart's content so be prepared.
Kate: Why would you do that.
Roger: I need some kind of payment after taking care of you, right? Let's see...
Roger approaches me and rests his forehead against mine as he sits on the bed.
Kate: ...
I knew it was to check my temperature but my heart can't help but jump when I felt his breath.
Roger: Good, your fever's gone down.
Kate: T-that's good to hear.
(If that's the case, I wonder if he'll make me pay him back now...)
(I wonder what he'll do...)
The moment when our foreheads touched passes and our eyes meet.
Roger: I was thinking about waiting until you got better, but I don't think I can when you're looking at me like that.
Kate: Like wha-...Nnn...Ah!
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pushed me down on the bed and our lips met.
His tongue licks at the roof of my mouth and my mind goes sweetly numb.
Kate: Roger...
Roger: What, want more?
Kate: Opposite...Ngh
Roger gives a throaty chuckle and continues to kiss me relentlessly.
(I can't go against him...I'm sure it's because I'm still sick...)
I clutched at the sheets while making excuses to no one in particular and resisted the temptation to give in to the pleasure.
How long has it been. Finally our lips part with a pop.
Roger: Heh. You're face's red.
Kate: And whose fault is that...
I roughly wiped my lips with the back of my hand and scowled at Roger.
The feeling of his tongue against mine leave.
Kate: What if the fever comes back...
Roger: Then I'll take responsibility and look after you again.
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xalienqueer · 1 year
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Lucemond modern college au
[English Is not my first language, so I’m sorry but I appreciate if you read it anyway]
Not incest here (yet? Maybe? Idk)
Maybe I’ll make this into a fanfic but since then just…enjoy this I guess
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Soooo It's Friday again and Lucerys didn’t wanna go to the pub this time but his friends keep pushing him, and he just can't say no even when he is trying to keep with the new semester assignations and get used to the new teachers and the exams stars the next week, and...and...he just can't say no.
As soon as he finished his lessons for that day he leaves his books in his apartment and grabs one of his brown Corduroy jackets and runs down the street in the breeze. It's night already as always even when is before autumn. At the time he arrives the pub he sees a lot of people and just thinks
"let's get over this" and smile thru his academic stress.
Aemond really hates going out in Friday. Because he knows it's gonna be like this: full of frat boys and college students. Even when he is one of them, he's a senior and yes he thinks he's better than everyone (he doesn't admit it himself). Just go there, sit down with the mates and go after two hours give or take.
He's been there since 6 pm drinking as slow as he can (so he doesn't get drunk that fast and his friends don't ask for another one for him), and every damn time the bell over the door rings indicating more people getting in the place he taps and taps his fingers on the table. But around 8 pm things get interesting.
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After two beers and a lot of chat all he can think is Who's the guy over there and why is he looking at me like that?, did we met before? he doesn't know if he's blushing bc of the white hair guy or the alcohol he can’t get used to ingest.
The guy got a pretty nasty scar across his face, from almost under the cheekbone till over the eyebrow...I mean...he looks scary but in a really hot way, he felt his stomach twist with nervousness and his face turning red just by thinking that.
"Hey, Luke just tell them about that time when you and I..
One of his best mates it's tapping his back looking for a funny story to tell to the girls he invited. Luke it's smiling so much at this point that his cheeks are starting to ache.
He's trying to focus on the girls his friend is trying to impress but the white haired guy it's just behind them on a corner of the pub and the lighting does magic to the factions of that man, o m g. He opens his mouth looking for the right words but his eyes keep wandering at that stranger.
The group of friends star laughing pointing out he's already drunk with just two beers and how he's such a good boy, bout his tolerance and blah blah. Luke looks down feeling a lot more heat in his cheeks, and just at the right time his mother star calling him.
He excuse himself before leaving the pub for a moment and before he can answer the call he checks the time, realizing he hadn’t spoken with this parents on the whole day and that must be the reason she's calling him; since he moved out the house that same year they try to keep in touch with him but his mother can't seem to see him as a adult yet, or as she likes to call it "keep communication as fluid as possible, please". He runs a hand trough his hair and put the phone on his ear.
Aemond is not new at talking with guys but just not used to do it at this time of the night, so early he thought, but as he watch the curly boy get flustered by just looking at him... he can't resist, or maybe doesn’t want to take the risk of the boy asking for another beer and not being able of remembering him tomorrow so...
He stands up the table he has been sharing with his fellas of the degree, arranged his brand clothes and excused himself saying "I'm out for a quick" pointing at his pocket wishing -successfully- none of them gets up and followed him.
As soon as he go out of the pub all the noise of the chatting switches to only the sound of the breeze and the sea miles away of the pub. He stars taking out one of the cigarettes while taking some steps by the side of the building and catch by his peripheral a sign of the curly boy against the wall talking with someone at his phone. He takes some more steps so the boy could see him and lights up the tabaco.
Lucerys quickly realize he's not going to focus on his mother either because he can literally feel himself being eaten alive by the guy in front of him. And he can’t grab if is in a hot way or in a hateful way.
Luke on the other hand haven't really adapt to flirt with guys, he had just one true relationship (and was a lot before this) and some casual dumb drunk flirting on some bars but nothing really serious or intimidating as the man right in front of him is.
"Lucerys are you there? How much have you had drink?" His mother says on the other line and can catch his stepfather saying "oh just leave the kiddo alone he is growing up". He squeeze his eyelids and hurry’s on ending the phone call with his mother promising he would take care of himself and go home not that drunk, he never does. Not really.
He doesn't know if he should keep looking at him, he doesn't wanna make him uncomfortable or something...what if the guy thinks he's being weird staring at him and now wants to fight? …but lord he's just so...ethereal?
The guy realizes he is looking at him and his eyebrows raise a little before he speaks.
"Do you want one?" He said and Lucerys oh Lucerys feels like he's about to melt at his feets. he talks so smooth that it feels like a whisper in his brain. Okay maybe two beers was enough for tonight.
Aemond knows he's not giving his best right now, offering one fag at the cute boy but he's trying his best all right? In the moment he looks at those puppy eyes looking at him in the poor Lightning of the street he stop’s feeling cold and swallows dry.
Shit, he was down bad already and hates when he gets nervous and says something fast so they can start talking. He can tell Luke is a non smoker but didn't wanted to assume things
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ezralva · 3 years
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So far the official eng sub of Thousand Autumns on WeTV has been good enough (*cough* remember when The Untamed's eng sub first came out on its official channel 😑).
Still mourning the loss of all these nuances and contexts coming from the lack of proper translations for honorifics. But after San Lang's 'gege' becoming one syllable 'Lian' (ridiculous!), Wangji's 'Xiongzhang' becoming 'Xichen' (OOC af!) , 'childe' Wei, 'childe' Lan, etc... I'm already immune to this overly westernised form of address. Yet nothing throws my head off in laughter more than A-Qiao saying this:
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norangeyyy · 3 years
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Late Night HCs
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Bucci Gang Edition
TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.
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Bruno Bucciarati
► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.
► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.
► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.
► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.
► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.
► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.
► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.
► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.
► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.
► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "
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Leone Abbachio
► The night owl of the gang.
► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.
► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.
► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.
► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.
► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.
► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.
► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.
► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.
► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.
► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.
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Pannacotta Fugo
► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.
► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.
► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?
► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.
► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.
► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.
► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.
► "Well, this isn't so bad. "
► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.
► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.
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Narancia Ghirga
► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"
► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.
► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.
► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.
► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.
► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.
► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.
► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.
► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.
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Guido Mista
► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.
► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.
► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.
► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.
► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.
► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.
► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.
► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.
► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.
► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "
► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.
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Giorno Giovanna
► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.
► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.
► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.
► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.
► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.
► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.
► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.
► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.
► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "
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supernovafeather · 2 years
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The Spectre From Home
FO!Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Warnings : War, mentions of death, blood, injuries, angst.
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Who are you beautiful ?
Who is this familiar face now covered in blood, barely breathing and sitting against the X-Wing carcass ? Why are your bruised features so familiar to General Poe Dameron ?
He ignores your pathetic groan of protest as he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, the black First Order glove spreading the thick red liquid on your face. He saw you in some dreams. But not wearing this half burned Resistance pilot outfit. No. One from the First Order.
"K... Kill me..." You croak as your breath starts to get erratic. "K... Kill me..."
The general doesn't say anything, distracted by the metal piercing your abdomen. You won't survive, or at least he doesn't think so. He could end your suffering for sure, a blaster shot would be efficient and your skeleton would lay there in this rocky and dry desert for decades.
"Please..." You whisper as you close your eyes tiredly.
For once, he spares a Rebel, even watching some moments of the surgery performed to save you on his own ship. Behind the glass, he is hypnotized by the way your wounds get taken care of by the droids. For now you are stable. While looking for clues in your destroyed cockpit, they found a name, but nothing to help him remember you. Would it be a coincidence ? A fake identity ? Smugglers are not what could be called a rarity among the Resistance ranks even though they like to call themselves "heroes". Maybe you look like some distant friend from the Academy, or who knows, like someone of his family. Brains are a wonderful thing, but so easy to trick.
"Tell me where you come from, Rebel." Poe commands with a stern voice as he stands near your bed. "Let me warn you that lies are not appreciated."
His dark eyes try to pierce through your skull to get some answer but you look so weak here, laying on this white mattress and tubes liking your nose and lungs to a beeping machine. Your eyes are almost lifeless if not this slight movement of your pupils examing his face. Your burned hands and arms are covered in bandages, resting on your covers.
"From our ship." You articulate with a hoarse and emotionless voice.
"Stop trying to play with me."
"I was not lying."
Another Rebel thinking this was fun to be a pain in the ass. It could be easy to believe that you all considered it to be a requirement to join the Resistance. Weird priorities.
"Where are you coming from ?"
"From our ship."
The General narrows his eyes. Your intonation changed. Slightly. Not taunting. More like... trying to convince him.
"I repeat my..."
"From our ship. I come from our ship."
Temptation to slap your face is great, hold back only by his curiosity. From ehat he read in the report you didn't get any skull damage. And he was there with you on your ship. He is the one that shot your right wing down. Why would you repeat this ?
"Rebel. Your ship is down."
Sadness crosses your gaze as you keep staring up at him.
"I know. I didn't win this time."
"Where are you coming from ?"
He doesn't have time for mentally unstable Rebels that got attached to their ship. He needs info. And to ignore this guilt as a tear runs down your cheek. You are not the first one to get interrogated by him after getting caught. He should be more than happy to treat you like some bantha shit.
"From our ship."
"For the last time..."
Poe doesn't end his sentence, jaws clenched as he leans over your bed, his gloved hands holding the armrests, caging you as his menacing shadow engulfes your pathetic form. But you are not impressed, only crying a bit more.
"Can't you remember the ship we shared ? I was a Cadet."
"I don't have time for traitors. Especially for a Cadet." He spits as his blood starts heating up.
"You are the one than left us."
What ? He's always been in the First Order. He never left any ship behind him. What are you even...
Then he hears this little voice, the one of a small girl overwhelmed by joy, wearing this fake pilot uniform made of a plastic bag wrapped around her chest with a small wooden stick fitting in her hands.
"From our ship Commander ! It comes from our ship and... and... and... and it will destroy the villains !"
"Exactly Cadet !" Screams the older boy jumping all over the rocks around him, his glorious pilot helmet crafted with a bowl and leaves bouncing on his head too small for it. "From our ship, and from the other ones too ! We are an army !"
"But where... where are our friends ?" Asks his little neighbor as she waddles towards him.
"Everywhere. No one likes the bad guys. And you know what ? We'll beat them ! All of them ! Cadet ! Get ready ! Open fire ! Brrrrrm fire Cadet, fire !"
A sweet little laugh gets muffled as Poe comes back to reality slowly, his silhouette like paralyzed over your form. His sweet little dragonfly. How is that even possible ? You used to play so much together. You were almost still a baby so may years ago. Had time changed things this much ?
Poe straightens his stance, releasing your bed from his grasp. He's frozen. Both in surprise and in this weird anger growing in his veins, fed by his heartbeat pulsating harder and harder. His ferocious eyes don't leave you as you start quivering under the covers.
"How dare you to think this would change the way you, a Rebel, will get treated there ?" He mumbles as he walks closer slowly, his eyes wide open. "We are not kids anymore."
"I've never implied that, Poe."
"Oh, really ? What was your kriffing point then ?"
"Do you think this would change anything ? I'm about to get tortured by the hands of your leader." You chuckle heartlessly, your gaze hardening like the one of an actual soldier. "You should have killed me out there like I asked you to."
Yes you are. Something bigger and darker than him lurks in the darkness of this ship, coming back to the light when it needs to. Something than never grew attached to a childhood friend. Something that wouldn't have spared you neither. That won't. How far is this innocent past when murder and conquest was a game. Empty words, empty ideas still engraved in naive minds. He forgot his mother's face thoughout the years. But your little laughing or cries when you followed him in the forest to chase after each other or pursue some disgusting bug ?
"I should have." He croaks as his throat tightens.
His anger is crumbling apart. As a General he thought he would be able to hide it, but seeing your confused expression, his shaky hands, clenching and unclenching jaws and watery eyes must be noticeable.
What he had seen as a Rebel is getting erased from his mind at an alarming pace. Between two flashes of you pretending to be pilots he realizes that besides him, you are the only other living being that got to receive his mother's embrace, the day before she vanished from his life. You had hurt your knee after jumping from some small tree. You remind him of her. Not now. Not now, after all these years.
"Poe ?" You ask, unsure and clearly anxious.
"Why have you chosen this path that will lead you to your demise ?" He mumbles as you freeze at his caress on your cheek. "It's not a child game anymore. It's over."
There is something good in seeing you so terrorized by his touch. This superiority over you is reassuring. If he's - if you are - lucky enough you will understand. You were clever. And now you have military experience. You will accept a compromise. But he stops touching you, ending up resting his hand on the bed as he keeps his gaze lowered to your face. Despite your more mature features, your different haircut, different clothes... he recognizes this little girl afraid of crossing some line.
This grown little girl that could get tortured anytime on this ship.
A shot of adrenaline animates him, and his unconscious finds its way through his lips.
"Join us and you will live." He starts as he slowly overthrows his own fear. "They will trust me."
In a matter of seconds, your fate is sealed. An anxious nod and it is done. It is so simple to guide the weaks by using fear. Unfortunately nowadays, this is his only tool to protect you from what awaits in the darkness. He doesn't quite know what made you choose the Resistance over reason but he is ready to open his mind for you. After all... you are not exactly the same little girl anymore. But maybe you still remember his mother's embrace. Maybe more than he does.
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Into You
I have a idea for a smutty story with Peter Parker :D maybe Y/N is a new Avenger, Peter see her at her "welcome" Party but they know each other from a few months ago where they had very great sex (maybe a few details in the story, both love hard sex. Peter is the dom :D). Y/N had a great night with all, the girls love her but peter is a bit shy because he doesn't know if she reminds him. So time after time they repeat the night (please mention it) and fell in love. That would be great haha thaaanks :)) maybe a bit Action, where Y/N looks great in her suit and Peter is surprised what she is able to
Requested by : @fabienneweasley
A/N : Reader's character is inspired by Susan Storm of the fantastic four she basically weilds the power of invisibility and creating forcefields. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.
Pairing : Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (not a wise choice to indulge), dom! peter, fwb -> lovers.
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The Avengers are fighting against madame Hydra and her troops
"Parker! Status?" Tony's voice crackles through the intercom whilst Peter fights against a group of Hydra soldiers which seems to just keep on increasing in number.
"Uh Mr Stark things are getting a little crowded over here a little back up would be nice" Peter replies back struggling to keep up the fight as he successfully webs up a bunch of the soldiers. But to his surprise a whole new troop emerges from nowhere.
"Oh no! Karen activate instant kill!" Karen activates the instant kill mode but it still wasn't enough to tackle the whole army as Peter was soon outnumbered. One of the soldiers threw a gamma ray infused bomb which if detonated can be catastrophic to anyone who is hit by its radiation. The bomb detonates with a huge blast but to Peter’s surprise a forcefield forms around it containing the blast inside it, soon the forcefield disintegrates, sucking in the deadly radiation with it like a black hole sucks in everything into it.
"Woah! what the hell was that?!" Peter was awestruck at what just happened.
Suddenly a feminine figure appeared out of the thin air in front of Peter. She was wearing a blue suit which hugged her curves perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders. And as she turned to face him Peter felt like he was hit by a truck, it was you. He stood there like a statue still processing what he was seeing.
"You're welcome by the way" you quipped, breaking him out of his daze.
"Who are you?" Peter asks though he knew very well who you're but seeing you like this was a huge shock to him.
"Y/N Y/L/N aka storm and you're the famous spiderman"
"Yeah I'm indeed" he chuckles nervously, he was grateful that he was wearing his mask so you couldn’t see his face. You were about to say something when you got interrupted.
"Great work, Y/N" Tony's voice buzzed.
"Thank you Mr Stark" you and Peter fought side by side forcing the Hydra to retreat accepting their defeat.
After the city clean up was done a welcome cum victory party was arranged for you in the evening at the compound. Peter was shuffling on his feet in anticipation of meeting you face to face. The huge spacious hall was feeling stuffy for him. Everyone was enjoying themselves as you walked in a shimmery electric blue number looking stunning as always hair styled into loose waves a dazzling smile adorned your face, eyes scanning through the crowd and momentarily you lock eyes with Peter from across the room but you were soon to look away as if you didn't recognize him.
Peter's mind was a mess, never did he imagine he would run into you again and in a circumstance like this. He had so much to say to you. But you acted so oblivious. Don't you remember him at all? Moreover he was feeling way too shy to approach you what if you actually don't remember him. Tony clinked his champagne glass to draw everyone's attention standing at the center of the room with you beside him
"Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our newest addition to the team’’ He introduced you ‘‘The very young and talented Y/N Y/L/N!" everyone clapped and cheered for you.
"Hello everyone honored to be a part of this incredible team and looking forward to working with you guys" For a fraction of second your eyes met Peter’s and memories rushed back in. You never expected to see him again not at a place like this. What is he even doing here?
"Y/N come let me introduce you to the rest of the team" Tony offered you happily followed him as he introduced you to Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodes, Dr Banner and then the other ladies of the team.
"Welcome to the circus girl" Natasha joked patting your shoulder "we girls always stick together, you'll love it here"
"Yeah and any problem feel free to come to us" Wanda insisted.
"Sure" you gave a broad smile as you engaged in a hearty conversation with them, your eyes occasionally fleeting towards Peter who was standing at a corner.
"Hey kid, why are you standing there all alone? Come here" Tony called out to him. Peter hesitantly made his way towards where you were standing as you watched him intently.
"And last but not the least my young and promising protégé, kid this is Y/N and Y/N this is-" you cut him off
"Peter" Peter looked at you wide eyed you indeed remember him.
"You know him?" Tony asks amused
"Yeah we met last year at Uni. I was an exchange student there before you know I got hit by some weird cosmic rays"
"Well then great! Peter can show you around won't you kid?"
"Yeah would love to Mr Stark" he smiled.
"Looking forward to working with you, Parker or may I say spiderman" you smirked with a playful glint in your eyes strutting past him to mingle with the other guests.
The summer of last year will always be memorable for you. Firstly because you accidentally got hit by cosmic radiation and got your powers and the epic one night stand that you will never forget. You were an exchange student for the Biophysics programme at the Empire State University though you actually never fitted the perfect description of a nerd because you were never a bookworm, very much outspoken, loved to go out and yet managed to score a perfect A during exams one could say you were the best of both worlds. You were a burst of energy in a classroom full of a bunch of nerds and none of them interest you. But in that classroom full of geeks one particular brunette in glasses caught your eyes. The cute awkward guy of the class Peter Parker. He had this boyish charm that you tried but couldn’t resist. You have often caught him stealing glances at you but every time he used to turn away flustered.
Peter himself couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to you since the day you walked into the class, you were beautiful as well as witty but he knew it very well that you were out of his league and then you started to hang out with Harry Osborn and he started dating Gwen so nothing really happened between you two. And since none of you took the initiative to make a move both of you continued to secretly have a crush on each other though it was just a matter of time.
The club was crazy packed. It was a Friday night so you weren’t exactly sure why it surprised you. You were standing near the bar deciding your drink for tonight when your eyes caught a rather unusual visitor, Peter Parker. He was sulking at the corner of the counter looking a bit tired. You ordered two drinks and took them in your hands making your way towards him. You slid a glass to him, breaking him from his thoughts as he looked up to you.
"Rough day?" you ask nonchalantly. He smiles letting out a long sigh.
"Is it that obvious?" you chuckle lightly.
"Oh no, just never took you as a club going person"
"Well you’re kind of right, I was actually thinking of getting out of here"
"So where's blondie?" you ask while taking a sip of your drink.
"Uh we're taking a break" He answers nervously.
"Oh I see" you "Then let’s drink to that" you raised his glass in front of him
"No it’s fine, I’m not a drinker actually"
"C'mon for one night, now drink up" you insisted. He gulped down the drink, slightly wincing at the burning taste down his throat.
"Let’s go" you grabbed his hand pulling him off his seat.
"Where?"
"To dance! We are in a club Peter" You exclaim.
"I-I can't dance" He stutters nervously.
"Rubbish! Everyone can dance" you dragged him with you. Peter stood in the middle of the dancefloor feeling a little uncomfortable as well as nervous after all he had a crush on you and the last thing he wants is to disappoint you. He watched you intently as you swayed to the music. You took his hands and placed them on your hips placing your own around his neck making him sway with you. He slowly began to loosen up and dance with you enjoying the vibe. After sometime you went to have a couple of shots together and you were nevertheless drunk.
"So you and Harry, huh?" Peter asked, downing another shot.
"Nah we're just messing around" you shrug
"So no one in our class interests you either?"
"Good boys aren't my type. I mean they're real softies and that's cute" you scrunch your nose "But I prefer a little hardcore" You gave a subtle wink.
"Maybe you're wrong to judge just by the looks"
"Well I would be happy if you prove me otherwise" You practically challenged him.
"With all my pleasure if you want" he smirks. His eyes had a mischievous glint that you have never seen before. Things escalated pretty quickly as you found yourself back in your apartment in your bedroom. Your back arched up, face buried in the pillows as Peter took you from the back.
"Fuck!" Your grip tightened on the sheets as he rammed into your throbbing cunt. His grip tight on your ass, as he pulls you back to meet with his thrusts. Your elbows felt weak nearly in the state of giving out as you jolted forward everytime he snapped his hips going deep inside you hitting your sweet spot. He places a slap on your ass as you yelp in shock. You couldn't think straight the only thing you could focus on how well he was fucking you.
His hand goes to grab your hair pulling you back, flush against his strong and sturdy chest.
"You like it don't you? To be fucked hard like the slut you’re" he growled pressing his lips roughly to yours swallowing your moans one hand snaking down to rub your sensitive bud as he fucks you hard and fast. You felt delirious as you felt the knot build inside you. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over he was quick to follow suit.
Though it was a one night thing but it was worth it. After that night he had truly left you wondering how a nerd like him was so fit and strong and now you know why and if you had to put it quite plainly you were properly railed by spiderman last summer.
..........
"Sparring with you on my first day is it really necessary?" you quip
"You need to start from day one now C'mon give me your best shot" Nat stood defensively as you lunged towards her throwing a punch that she dodged without any effort before tripping you and causing you to fall on the ground. You groan in pain before pulling yourself back on your feet.
"Ow! that hurt"
"You really need to build up your lower body strength, start with some leg exercise today, do squats 3 sets 10 reps"
"Yes mam"
Peter was sparring with Sam, the moment you walked in that sports bra and skin tight pants he knew he was gone, his eyes frequently drifting away to you as he watched you work out squatting in those skin tight yoga pants which just perfectly defined your plump round ass.
"Yo Parker! Eyes here"
"Yeah, yeah sorry" Peter stutters as he feels his face heating up.
After you finished your set of workout you went to grab your water bottle. Peter's eyes were transfixed on you the whole time as he noticed a little bit of the water drizzled down the corner of your mouth trailing down to your chest just between your perfect cleavage. The only thing he could think of right now was to rip that sports bra off you and suck on to those perfect tits. You noticed your secret admirer through the glass as you sent a playful wink his way. Peter choked on his spit, turning away flustered as if a deer caught in the headlights. You turned around lazily walking towards him.
"You know I'm not a psychic so if you got something to say just say instead of staring at me like a creep" you quip.
"Wha-what do I have to say to you?" He stutters.
"I don't know, maybe hey how are you? It's been a long time" you half shrug.
"Uhh…''
"OK my bad" you turn to leave Peter scrunches his face at how stupid it was of him.
''Umm Y/N!" he called you as you turned to face him again.
"Yeah?"
"It's good to see you again"
"Good to see you too Parker" you smiled.
A few days went by like this, both stealing glances at each other from time to time when you were present in the same room or during your missions a lot of unspoken words and emotions bubbling inside of you trying to come out. Peter couldn’t help but admire this new and powerful you. He never got the chance to talk to you after that night because you just vanished from his life and now he knows why.
..........
A new threat arrived from madame Hydra again when she seized the cube and shielded it in a dome of lethal gamma radiation. The team had already sorted out a plan to defeat her malicious plans and you were to play a big part in it.
"May I come in?" You knocked at Peter’s door. He was busy on his computer as he turned to see you outside his room.
"Huh,yea-yeah sure" He says nervously. You smiled in return and walked into his room, eyes looking around.  
"Umm so Tony asked me to discuss with you the plan of how we are going to execute the whole infiltration thing to retrieve the cube which is shielded with gamma radiation’’ you showed him a holographic structure of the dome. ‘‘Anybody entering the dome will become an abomination. So you guys will distract them and I in the meantime will disintegrate the gamma dome so you can retrieve the cube" You looked up from the hologram to find Peter staring at you intently.
"What? Is anything wrong?"
"No-no, it’s absolutely fine" Peter fumbles
"Then what is it?"
"Jus-just still can’t believe that you are here and-and-"
"have super powers just like you which by the way was shocking for me too given that we knew each other for a while" You snicker, Peter smiles shaking his head.
"So how did this all happen?"
"Well a little misadventure with the quantum tunnel in the lab I got exposed to its energy and ta da! Now I make force fields as well as can go invisible"
"But now you can save the world"
"Yeah that's true" you chuckle "So how's blondie?" Peter stiffens at your question.
"Don't know, haven't been in contact for a while" He shrugs.
"Why what happened?"
"There were some differences so we parted ways"
"Oh I'm sorry" you place a hand on his gently
"Don't be" he smiles, eyes soft, gazing at you longingly as you gazed in his eyes too for how long you didn't know before you shook yourself from the daze clearing your throat.
"Uh I think I should go to my room now"
"Yeah-yeah sure" He stutters.
The tension between you was thickening at each passing day and soon it reached its breaking point. The other team members were out on a mission in which you weren’t required so you were now in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a nutella jar in your hand and a spoon in your mouth savoring on the delicacy when Peter walked in unannounced making you jump in fright.
"Oh god!" you gasped, surprising him even.
"Woah! relax it's just me"
"I thought you were Nat, jeez" you blew out your cheeks as he chuckles.
"Please don't tell her I'm not allowed to have this as per her new diet plan"
"My lips are sealed" He assures you with a playful smile as he goes to open the fridge and takes out the juice carton to drink. You poked your finger to swipe the nutella from the edges of the jar as you lick on to your fingers. Peter was following each and every movement of yours the way your eyes fluttered closed whilst you licked and sucked your fingers clean. He gulped as he felt heat rising in his body at your teasing gestures. Your fingers fell short to scoop the leftover at the bottom of the jar as you huffed in defeat. Peter stood in front of you as he gave out his hand
"May I?" You gave him the jar his long slender fingers easily reached the bottom of the jar as he scooped the cream on his two fingers and brought it to your lips. You stick out your tongue giving a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around his fingers. You hummed sucking his fingers a little deeper as you looked at him with big doe eyes. Peter groaned feeling himself harden at the mere sight of you sucking his fingers, a little moan escaped from your own mouth as you continued sucking, swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them with your saliva. You release his fingers with a pop, a trail of your saliva connecting your lips with his fingers.
He swiped his thumb on your plump lower lip eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Your vision was clouded with lust and so was his as his lips came down to brush against yours. Both of you were breathing heavily as you grabbed his face and sealed your lips together. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, prying it open exploring it. Your hands go to grab on to his soft curls making him groan into the kiss. His hands trail down to your ass giving it a light squeeze through your shorts
"Oh missed this so much" He gasped, pulling away for some air.
"Does Mr Stark know that his young protégé isn't that innocent he looks like?" You bite your lip as one hand goes to palm his growing bulge through his sweatpants. He grips on to your wrist a cocky grin forming on his face.
"Maybe you need a little reminder of whose name you were screaming last summer"
"Then remind me Parker" your voice is challenging yet sultry. His eyes darkened as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and carried you to his room. He dropped you on the mattress whilst climbing on top of you whilst taking of his tshirt revealing his toned torso. You ran your hands through his muscular chest encircling them around his neck as you pulled him down, your lips meeting fervently as he grinded his hips to your clothed core.
"Mmmph Peter" you pull away after sometime
"What? Is something wrong?" He asks with concern in his eyes.
"No just lock the door, don't want others to come back and know about us do you?"
"Oh, yeah OK" he went to lock the door when a mischievous idea crossed your mind. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and got off the bed. Peter turned to see your clothes lying on the floor with no sign of you in the room.
"Y/N this is not funny!" He whined as your giggles could be heard in the room.
"Find me if you can spider boy" you giggled. Peter smirked accepting your challenge as he closed his eyes and focused his senses. He was able to hear you breathing and he swiftly moved to the direction pinning you against the wall. You squeal as your whole body slowly becomes visible to Peter.
"Gotcha!" he says pining both of your wrists against the wall.
"I’ll give you that spider boy" you smirk as you went to hold on to his face but were unable to move your hands when you noticed he had webbed your wrists to the wall.
"Parker!" You glared at him.
"Who's laughing now?" he chuckles as he brushes lips on the sensitive spot behind your ears making you shudder. He parts your legs placing his knee between them whilst he drags his lips down the column of your neck to your collar bones as you whimper at his touch. He trails further down to your exposed tits attacking your soft mounds with wet kisses before latching on to your hardened bud, rolling the other with his nimble fingers. He sucked and nipped on it as you moaned loudly. He pulled away gasping eyes dripping with lust as he went to kiss you passionately meanwhile his fingers brushed against your wet heat as you arch into his touch, making him smirk as he dips a finger and brings it to his mouth.
"Mmm tastes perfect just as I remember" He sucks his finger before continuing his journey further south slowly kneeling down. He hitches your leg over his shoulder as he looks at your soaking cunt hungrily. Two of his fingers spreads your slick folds as he licks a bold stripe drawing a loud moan out of you.
"Oh fuck!" he smirks before his thin lips wrap around your sensitive bud as he dips a finger inside your heat. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady pace swirling his tongue exploring more of your pussy. He added another digit pumping them in and out of your core as you squirmed above him. One of his hands held your thigh, keeping you in place. You wanted to touch him, tug on to his hair so badly as you struggled to free yourself from the restraints biting your lips hard as jolts of pleasure coursed through your body.
You felt a tight knot building inside you and as you were about to tip over the edge to your shock he pulled away.
"What the hell Peter!" you snapped at him with frustration at your ruined orgasm.
"With that attitude did you think I would let you cum?" He chuckles darkly, you whined in anguish and desperation as you rubbed your thighs to get yourself some relief. He stands up face glistening with your arousal, his hand reaches to cup your face.
"What happened pretty girl? You want to cum?"
"Yes please Peter" you gave him your best puppy eyes.
"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He chuckles seeing you at his mercy.
"Only for you Peter"
"Well if you be a good girl maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock" saying so he quickly got rid of his sweatpants and boxers and lined himself to your dripping entrance. He kisses you roughly before slowly sliding inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.
"Ungh shit so tight!" He grunts lifting you up from the floor with his strong arms as you lock your ankles around his waist pulling him closer to you. He begins to pound into you making you see stars hitting your spot every time he bottomed out.
"Oh feels so good Peter" you moan.
"I know baby. You feel so snug and warm around me, so perfect, my beautiful angel" he showered praises whilst sucking the nape of your neck marking you up.
"Peter please let me touch you!" you begged him desperately. He finally complied to your request as his hand went up to your wrists and ripped off the webs. Once free your hands greedily go to grab on to his face and kiss him hungrily while he keeps on with his punishing pace.
He halts for a moment still inside you as he pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the bed and lays you down gently with him on top of you. He draws back his hips and slams back right in picking up the pace from where he just left.
"Peter…" you breathed out as you felt the knot growing inside you.
"Yes baby, you going to cum? I can feel you squeezing me real hard" Your back arched when he brought his thumb to your clit drawing tight circles around it coaxing you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gripped on to his biceps nails digging into his skin. You were a moaning mess by now, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach made you feel like you would combust any minute
"That's it baby, give it to me" Peter encouraged you.
Your body convulsed as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Peter continued with his thrusts fucking you through your high as he chased his own. His movements grew sloppier and with a few more labored thrusts you felt him twitch as he came inside you his warm release coating your pulsating walls. Your body trembled with the aftershocks as Peter collapsed on top of you panting head buried in the crook of your neck as you both gasped for air completely exhausted. He pulled out after sometime, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder he rolled over to your side. Peter gazed at your figure as he watched your bare chest rise up and down when his eyes went to the bruises on your skin courtesy of him as concern clouded his face.
"You okay?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles on the bruised areas. You turned to him gazing into his soft brown eyes.
"I'm more than okay" you breathed out smiling with content.
Though you thought once this sexual tension between you subsidized you would be able to think clearly. But you were wrong as now you couldn't keep your hands off each other for a second. From lingering teasing touches to sneaking away from the eyes of the senior avengers in the lab or a quickie while on the quinjet during a mission. You had become addicted to each other making you come back for more after each time. Still you guys never acknowledged the course of your relationship. It scared you both what if the other didn’t feel the same way so you were content with this current arrangement of yours.
"Oh shit we’re late!" you shrieked checking the time as you turned to meet with a sleeping Peter you took your time to admire him. He looks so sweet and peaceful you really wished you could wake up to this sight everyday. You nudged Peter to wake him from his sleep.
"Peter! Peter, wake up!"
"Ungh what is it?" he groaned pulling the covers over him.
"We are late for our training" he forced his eyes open
"Huh what? What’s the time?"
"It’s ten past seven already"
"Oh shit! Cap's gonna kill me" Peter hurries out of the bed stumbling as he got tangled in the bed sheets before running to the bathroom. You laugh at his antics as you sneaked out of his room to go back to your room.
You were busy sweating it out in the gym after getting an earful from both Cap and Nat for your lack of punctuality you heard Bucky saying
"Hey queens what's with all these red marks on your neck?" you swallowed hard as Peter’s eyes bulged out in fear of getting caught.
"Umm nothing-nothing it-it was a cat, that-that I saved yesterday" he spluttered. "that darn cat, heh" he chuckles nervously.
"Wait let me see" Sam joins in too "Looks like some really big cat" he laughs
"Seems like the kid here is getting some, who is this unlucky girl who fell for you" Bucky teased
"Shut up man! It's nothing like that" Peter shoved him with his elbow.
"Oh c'mon leave my young adult alone he's way too innocent for this" Tony intervened meanwhile heat rose to your face listening to their conversation. Natasha noticed you standing all flustered.
"So is something going on between you two?" she asks you directly
"Between who?" you frowned at her question.
"You and Peter"
"Nothing! we're just good friends" you shrug "He's not even my type" you clarified totally flustered with the whole ordeal. Natasha decided to let you go though she was still suspicious with you two.
.........
You were at the Hydra base the other avengers were busy fighting their whole army making it easier for you to reach the shielded dome. Tony and Banner had devised a plan to blast the shield off which will release a tremendous amount of energy that you will contain inside your forcefield. And as per the plan Tony blasted off the dome you created a forcefield immediately shielding everyone Peter noticed the discomfort you were facing to hold it.
"Y/N no! It's dangerous for you don't force yourself" concern laced in his voice
"I can do it, trust me" You gave all of your strength you had in your body creating a massive forcefield to contain the radiation from the blast but it was true you never did this on such a large scale and it was taking a toll on you. Your ears and nose started to bleed. Peter noticed that as he grabs you by your shoulders and tries to stop you from using more of your powers.
"Y/N stop it, you're getting weak" he was scared of losing you.
"No I can do this!" You assured him as you managed to diffuse the radiation inside the field, finally letting go. Your body was completely drained out, your vision blurring out as you collapsed unconscious.
"Y/N!" Peter was quick to catch you. You were immediately rushed to the med bay in the compound. Banner checked your vitals and everyone was relieved that you were fine but you needed a long bed rest to recover.
You woke up after how long you don't know but your body felt rejuvenated. You sit up to find Peter sitting beside you dozing in his sleep. Your slight movement woke him up.
"Oh Y/N! thank god you're finally awake" he sprung up to his feet "How are you feeling?"
"Refreshed to be honest"
"Never ever do something like that again or I swear I'll web your hands" he scolds you
"Hey it's okay, I'm OK. Come sit beside me" he sat beside you as you looped your fingers to his "See? I'm absolutely fine"
"You know how scared I was? You have been unconscious for twelve hours"
"You don't need to be so worried about me Pete"
"Yes I have to because-because.." he fumbled
"Because what Peter?"
"Because I love you Y/N!"
"What?" you couldn't believe your ears.
"Yes Y/N I love you and if anything happens to you I will be not able to forgive myself ever"
"Peter… " you cupped his face.
"I know you never had feelings for me but this the truth I love you…"
"Hey who said I never felt anything for you? You were all I could think of since last summer"
"For real?" Peter was finding it hard to believe that you actually liked him too.
"Yes you idiot, I love you too!" You pressed your lips to his. It was all soft and gentle at the beginning which pretty soon escalated into a more passionate one with teeth and tongue involved in it you got on his lap as his hands kneaded the soft skin of your ass.
"Hey Y/N! We heard you are awake-"  all the older avengers were stunned at the scene in front of them as you jumped away from each other in embarrassment. Steve was shaking his head in dismissal, Sam and Bucky had a huge grin plastered on their face while Tony was utterly shocked and amused. Nat was the first to speak up.
"Umm you seem to be doing quite well, we'll leave you two alone" she says clearing her throat.
"Aww I'm so happy for guys!" Wanda chirped before Nat dragged her away.
"Be safe kid" Tony added before leaving, adding more to your embarrassment. After everyone left you were the first one to speak up
"So how long have you been into me?"
"Since forever my love" he smirks tackling you down on your back, you squeal as he smothers you with kisses.
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protagonist ~ joe liebgott (band of brothers)
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pairing: joe liebgott x female reader
short summary: joe's assigned to search for the perfect house for easy's hq in the new town they'll soon arrive to on their way through germany and finds one with a girl in there who's like the protagonist of one of the comics he's read - courageous, fearless, heroic.
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a/n: first of all, sorry for disappearing, exam season has started at my uni and i've been hella busy these past weeks (and gonna be for the following few as well,  u g h ).
anyway this fic came around from a conversation i had with the lovely @now-im-a-belieber when i was telling her about an idea i had and she technically came up with the base of this. thank you, Pearl, i love you xx (i hope i did justice to your idea)
oh and let's just say i have no clue if this would have been possible, at least the exact way i wrote it.
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Four loud bangs sound against her front door right as she starts washing the dishes after they finished lunch. With her eyes widening in surprise she rushes back into the room, telling the family of three to hide as she's drying her hands in her apron before making her way to the door.
After taking a deep breath she grabs the handle and opens it. The next thing she knows is being pushed to the side as a figure storms in past her without a word. A gasp leaves her lungs as her back lightly collides with the wall, head turning to watch as the soldier barges in the house.
What is going on? Has someone found out about them?
With a hand reaching behind her back she pushes herself off the wall and hurries behind the man. Trying hard to sound completely calm and innocent she asks him what is going on, but he only barks back something almost inaudible - only a few German words reach her ears.
The soldier is moving with such speed that she hasn't got a single chance to get a better look at his uniform as he's entering every room one by one. Who is he? Worry swiftly floods her veins - more importantly, what is he looking for?
She can only pray the family has had enough time to properly hide.
As he reaches that door, she holds her breath back, repeating her little prayer like a mantra inside her head. The man comes to a sudden halt just as he steps through the doorframe and in an instant fear makes her blood turn freezing cold. She carefully moves closer to glance inside next to his body, not knowing what to expect.
And what she sees makes everything else in her mind disappear - just the thoughts of all hell breaking loose any time now move around inside.
Her best friend crouches on the other side of the room, clearly frozen mid-movement as her body is still half out of the hiding spot, eyes wide as she stares at the soldier, not a single muscle moving. It's like everyone's got frozen in time, none of the three people makes a move.
Liebgott's mind slow to catch up to what he sees - he didn't expect to see that as he rushed through the house. He's only been trying to decide whether it's a good place for Easy's HQ, as he has been ordered to do when Winters sent him ahead of the company.
His eyes then start moving around the room, trying hard to find a good reason as to why that girl is half inside the wall. A book is laying on the table next to the door, open at around the middle. With one glance at the pages he recognises the letters of the hebrew alphabet, and suddenly it all makes sense.
She's a Jew.
His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to comprehend this new information, and just in that very moment the silence is broken by a voice. And it's not coming from either of the two girls in the room - more like it's coming from inside the wall.
One simple sentence, ending with a Yiddish term of endearment - one he can perfectly understand. It came from a woman, asking the girl crouching facing him from across the room why she's stopped moving.
There are more Jews in there.
His lungs fill with a sharp breath he's taken and he spins around, staring straight at the girl who opened the front door only minutes prior. The question must be clear in his eyes as she starts stammering in defense, her voice audibly shaking.
Joe shakes his head, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, they're Jews, I can see it," he says in perfect German, and the already pale girl suddenly seems even whiter.
He swiftly grabs her arm and pulls her in the direction he remembers finding the dining room in, trying to find a chair for her to sit down on, as she's visibly close to fainting - though the reason behind it he can't find.
(y/n) flinches with utter fear, weakly trying to resist being pulled away - he most probably is now taking her away to kill her, right? He's a German soldier, that's what his job is. But no matter how hard she tries to wiggle away, his grip is too tight around her arm and she can't do a thing.
Just when they arrive to the dining room and he kind of pushes her into one of the chairs is when Joe realises that she's scared of him - she immediately pushes the chair further away from him as soon as he lets go of her. So that's why she's shaking so bad.
"No, wait, don't be scared," he rushes to say. "I'm a Jew too."
This finally breaks the scaredness - instead her eyes fill with utter confusion. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. How can a German soldier be Jewish? It makes absolutely no sense.
With a sudden wave of suspicion she moves her glance down to his uniform, examining every detail she can lay her eyes upon.
Is he not German?!
Suddenly she can see differences - details about his uniform that she's never seen on a German soldier before, and she's seen her fair share of those in the past years.
But if he's not German, who is he and what is going on?
She takes a still shaky breath and looks back up into his eyes - seeing the waiting expression on his face as he's standing there in patient silence for her to say something.
"Are you-" Her voice cracks mid-sentence. It's not good. She clears her throat and tries again. "Are you German?"
All of a sudden he bursts out laughing - so loud, and somehow so dark that her eyes widen once again. She just can't decide if it's from fear again, or only surprise.
A minute or so goes by with nothing but Joe laughing - this must be one of the most hilarious things he's heard in the past couple years. That he is a German.
Then his laughter finally quietens down to slight chuckling and he speaks up once more to confirm the truth. "No, of course not," he shakes his head in amusement. One look in her eyes tells him that somehow she still has no clue about his nationality, so he opens his lips again to give an answer to her question in advance. "I'm American. Don't worry, you're not in trouble for that," Joe points back in the direction of the room with the hiding spot above his shoulder.
A loud sigh escapes her lungs, her shoulder visibly falling a bit as she slumps more into the chair. It feels like years worth of stress and nervousness have just come to an end - it's truly like an enormous stone has rolled down from her chest and shoulders. She somehow feels free again for the first time in years.
Relief completely replaces the worry and fear in her veins as all other thoughts leave her mind. She's not gonna die. At least not today.
"They're Jewish," the soldier speaks again - and it's not a question. More like a statement.
(y/n) nods, unable to say a word as she's still overwhelmed with her new feelings.
"You're hiding them?"
She just raises an eyebrow, and Joe mentally slaps himself - what a stupid question. He could've might as well just asked her the colour of the wall.
"Since when you've been hiding them?" He corrects his question.
"Ever since the whole thing has started," she answers, her voice so quiet it almost disappears in the air between them.
"Wow," Liebgott breathes out before he can stop himself. He stares at the girl in disbelief. She looks so innocent and young - she's probably one or two years younger than him. How could she pull off something such a thing? Such a dangerous and pretty reckless thing?
"Esther is my best friend, she's been ever since we were little kids, they all are like a second family to me, I've spent most of my days with them," (y/n) explains, the relief causing her to ramble and Joe - for about the first time in his life has to struggle to keep up with the German words that come flying out past her lips. "I just had to help them, you know. I couldn't just leave them here."
"Where's your own family?"
"My parents left to France to be further away from the chaos, and my brother joined the Luftwaffe, and since then I haven't heard from none of them."
"Why didn't you leave with your parents as well?" The young soldier keeps asking, moving closer to the table and sitting down on a chair on the opposite side, facing her. Pushing his M1's strap down his shoulder he places the weapon on the table, pushing it only a little further in order to calm the girl more. He knows he probably shouldn't do this - and keep Winters waiting, but he's too curious to stop himself, he has to hear the rest of her story.
"I love this town, I was born and raised here," she shrugs as if it's obvious. "But more importantly, I didn't want to leave and let innocent people like my best friend's family suffer. I wanted to stay and fight back as good as I could."
Joe subconsciously mumbles under his breath before he can stop himself - words that praise her absolute bravery, words that give away his true feelings he suddenly feels towards her - then he has to move his gaze away from her, fearing that she sees the embarrassment in his eyes. He tries hard to think of another question while also trying hard to forget the look of the half-smiling expression that took over her face just a moment before - it does nothing good for his heart.
"Did you make that hidden room yourself?" He asks in the end, thinking back to what he saw in the room.
"Oh," she giggles - and it's the prettiest sound he's heard in a very long time. "No, my father made it when me and my brother were young and often played hide and seek. I just improved it a little so they can fit in more comfortably."
Liebgott hums, not knowing how to tell her - or if he should even tell her in the first place - how absolutely super impressed she left him with every single thing she's told him and what he's seen. It's one of the craziest things he has ever heard, and he had a fair share of unbelievable stories told to him in his life. He simply couldn't even imagine how on Earth this girl could manage to do this - and not get caught. Throughout the whole war.
In that very moment he swiftly decides that he'll go and find another house for the HQ, and that he'll somehow get back to this particular one, no matter what it takes. He wants to get to know her better. He has to get to know her better.
She's the most incredible woman he's ever heard of, read about or met. She's a woman who fits in the stories of the comics he's been reading his whole life - as the protagonist, the hero. He can't leave this town without hearing more about her, seeing her face more. That would be the biggest regret of his whole life, he can already tell.
But for now, he has to leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to keep his officers waiting even longer.
He stands up, fingers reaching out to grab his M1 before looking back into her eyes. Damn, he doesn't even know her name.
"I have to head back to my company, but I'll come back later, if that's okay with you."
Her eyes are already on his, seemingly staring straight into his soul with that intensity that lays in her (y/e/c) orbs. The girl then rises to her feet - still never breaking the eye contact.
Thoughts race inside her head, and it's like an angel and a demon are sitting on each of her shoulders, one telling her to say no whilst the other trying to convince her to say yes.
What if he only wants to use her? What if he only wants to sleep with her? Maybe force her to do so, threatening her with his knowledge of the Jewish family. He might not even be who and what he says he is. How could she know?
But on the other hand, there is this feeling she has about him. A feeling that tells her that nothing she previously thought will happen. She doesn't know what it is, but it's there, right in her chest, and she can't fight it. He seems genuinely curious and impressed, and honest. And she feels a pull towards him. She wants to see him again.
In the end, the devil on her shoulder wins, and she simply nods - right before she could change her mind.
"I'm Joe," the young soldier moves around the table, one hand held out towards her.
A glance cast down and right back up to his face she takes his hand and gives it a shake, holding onto it tightly, as if only to let him know how strong she actually is.
It probably works, 'cause he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilts his head and the corners of his lips curve up into the smallest smirk she's ever seen - but it's there.
"(y/n)," she eventually answers with her own introduction.
A few seconds pass and neither has let go of the other's hand, not yet. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, only the small noises of them breathin breaking the silence.
Then Liebgott blinks, clears his throat, pulls his hand out from her grip and instinctively places his fingers upon his weapon hanging from his shoulder whilst nodding towards her as a gesture of saying goodbye without words.
She watches as he turns around and walks out from the room, and after a tiny, happy sigh she follows the sound of his steps.
Just as he opens the front door and moves through it is when she arrives to the hall. Joe glances back over his shoulder for one last time, offering her a small smile, then looks back ahead of him and continues his walk as if nothing has happened. None of the past dozen of minutes.
(y/n) leans against the doorframe and watches him right until he disappears in the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.
She can't wait until he comes back again.
.::the end::.
(might write a part two if i'll have time and you'd like to read it)
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The Lovestruck~Chapter 25
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Coming days were nothing but a bundle of joy and moments, where you wanted time to stop or just capture those moments. After Baekhyun's first visit, he kept visiting your family and has gotten close to them.
Sometimes, you will find him in the kitchen with your mom helping her or with your dad having some discussion where you could hear them laughing about something. Baekhyun was already close with Daniel but by coming often, they became more close and not to mention, He and Jae have become best buddies.
Chanyeol and Ria's relationship was going stronger with the time whereas, Sehun was trying hard to impress Park Sooyoung and it was going well for now.
Mark finally had the courage to ask his crush out on a date while you and Ria being his friends were the most happiest ones. One thing definitely came a surprise to you when Lauren apologized to you and the boys.
You all did forgive her as there's nothing good in holding grudge for a long time and you could notice her change of character as she was also trying to do everything for Rowoon to forgive her.
It was an usual day where you were gathered in the cafeteria, eating and talking with your seniors about the exams which were aproaching soon as everyone continued their lunch before leaving to study.
Coincidentally, yours and Baekhyun's exams were starting after two weeks. Ria and Chanyeol went to a Café to study there, while you and Baekhyun headed towards your locker to get your bag.
You were shoving your things in your bag while Baekhyun just stood there leaning his shoulder against the locker and watching you doing it where both of you unaware of the dreamy stares of some girls in the hallway.
"Ugh, I still have two chapters to finish." You groaned, zipping your bag and Baekhyun looked at you confused. "Weren't you studying last night?"
"I wanted to but thanks to someone, I couldn't because they wanted to talk for fifteen minutes and I didn't knew that fifteen minutes would be that long enough to make me sleep." You flashed him a sarcastic smile and he bit his lower lip nodding.
"And that someone is me?"
"Glad, you know that."
He chuckled taking your bag in one hand before grasping your hand and walked out heading to the library.
As you both entered in the library, you found your seats beside eachother and began to study. After some time, your eyelids went heavy and before you know it, your head was on the book and drifted in your dreamland.
Baekhyun who was busy typing on his laptop, took a brief glance at you to see you sleeping peacefully with your cheek squished on the book. He smiled as how adorable you looked before taking his phone and opened the camera to capture your sleeping face.
He slightly smiled at the taken picture and put it back before taking closing your other notebooks.
"She sleeps like a baby." He mused tucking hair behind your ear and stared at you with a dreamy smile on his lips before continuing his work while glancing at you time to time.
You stirred feeling uncomfortable and opened your eyes to see your boyfriend's focused in his work and you took the chance to stare at his face which looked nothing but attractive.
"Rise and shine sleepyhead." He spoke without looking at you and you snapped out sitting up straight before stretching your body.
"How long I was sleeping?" You rubbed your eyes and leaned back to look at him.
"Barely 20 minutes." He said closing his laptop and turned to you. "You slept well, thanks to someone."
You pressed your lips together trying not to grin at his remark but all in vain when you saw him smiling while packing up his things. You grabbed his wrist to check time and it was time to go to the Café before packing your things and left with him.
You both started working where Baekhyun informed Rose that he won't be able to work at the Café after his graduation which was too close for your liking. Rose was a little upset but she couldn't do anything about it too and you also were a little sad thinking about it.
Then someone's presence surprised you at the Café who was none other than Somi herself. She came to meet Baekhyun and you as she was moving to abroad for her further studies.
You both understood and as the closing time approached, Rose and you were seated on the table chatting with Somi where you forgot that your boyfriend was present too.
Baekhyun standing at the counter watching those three women busy laughing at something and to his girlfriend who seemed to be forgetting about him. Aproaching your table, he sat beside you but to his surprise, you didn't look at him.
Baekhyun began to sulk and took a sip from your orange juice but pouted when you didn't glance at him then sighing, he just played with the tip of your open hair but little did he knew, you were secretly glancing and smiling at him.
Not long after, Somi went home and Rose also closed the Café where Jack came to pick her up and both left leaving you and your sulky boyfriend behind.
"Hey!" You bumped your shoulder to his to get his attention and he rolled his eyes slightly pouting.
"You finally remember that you have a boyfriend." He remarked sarcastically and you stiffed your laugh.
"Eyy! What are you talking about? I'd never forget about you."
He lowly scoffed. "Didn't seem like that earlier."
You bit your lip. "That was because I wouldn't see Somi again but you have me for lifetime."
He turned his head away from you as he tried not smile at your words and stick to his sulking mission which was getting hard now.
You chuckled as you saw him smiling. "Geez, this sulky baby."
He whipped his head towards you surprised. "Did you just say baby?"
Your eyes enlarged and you coughed out. "I said sulky too."
"I only hear good things." He stated before turning away his head again.
"Come on!" You held his hand swaying it lightly. "Stop being mad, How about I treat you something?"
He looked down at your swaying hands and then you frowning. "Excuse me? Your bribe won't work on me."
"But I think it's working." You smiled trying peek at his face and he couldn't resist but smile at your cute grin.
"Gosh, I can't even stay mad at you." He muttered making you giggle and you pecked his cheek before dragging him towards his car.
"Let's go have ice-cream!"
Baekhyun frowned. "Wait.. Wasn't it me getting something?"
You nodded. "Yeah but we'll have ice-cream too."
"No, young lady. You already had that cold orange juice and now cold ice-cream? You'll get sick." He opened the door and you sat in the front seat before he walked towards the other.
"But I'm craving for ice-cream!" You whined buckling your seatbelt and he sighed too hard to even say no to you before started driving while just hoping for you not to get sick.
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(12 May)
10:23 am
Eyes wanting to be closed as the burning sensation rushed into your whole body making you lose your concentration in the class and needless to say, your head was aching so much like someone was banging it with a hammer.
You actually woke up with a slight headache but shrugged it off thinking it would go away but the opposite happened.
As the class was over, you instantly put your head on desk and closed your eyes where Ria sitting beside you came to check you up as she couldn't in the middle of the class.
"Y/n, You're burning up." She gasped placing her hand on your forehead and eyed your face turning pale worringly.
Meanwhile, Baekhyun was standing against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets outside of your classroom. The minute he saw you in the morning looking pale, he was sure you weren't well and hence he came here worried.
He instantly straightened himself when students began coming outside and they were shook to see him there. Not long before, the professor walked out and Baekhyun greeted him before walking inside.
As soon as he entered inside, his eyes spotted you sitting with your head on the desk and Ria by your side checking up on you. Ria looked up and felt relieved seeing Baekhyun coming towards them and stepped aside to let him see you.
You flinched feeling a cold hand on your forehead and opened your lazy eyes to see Baekhyun before sitting up.
"You have fever." He spoke calmly and you nodded slowly too lazy to speak.
"Let's go to infirmary, can you stand up?" He asked and you nodded.
He held your hand and you slowly stood up but a sudden pain hit your head making your vision blurry and you tried to hold something for you to hold you up but then you felt a hand on your back making you sit back.
"Sorry.. I-"
"It's okay." His arm slide around your waist and other under your knees before he picked you up. "It's okay, I've got you."
You nodded wounding your arms around his neck and your head in the crook of his neck where he felt your burning forehead making him sigh.
He looked back at Ria who was watching you worringly before he gestured her to get your stuffs and She nodded picking your stuff while walking outside with her internally squealing at the scene.
Baekhyun noticed the whispers and gasps as he walked down the hallway but he couldn't careless about it and pulled you closer hiding your face in his neck and headed outside.
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Your eyes flutter opened and you were greeted by a white ceiling before sighing getting the attention of your bestfriend sitting on the chair beside you.
"Y/n, how are you?" She stood up and made you sit on the bed before you eyed the room and realized you were at the infirmary of your college.
"I'm feeling better." You weakly smiled at her before looking around for Baekhyun and Ria seemed to notice it. "Baekhyun Sunbae went to get your things."
You nodded. "But don't you have classes to attend?"
"Yeah I will, once Baekhyun Sunbae comes. I can't leave you alone here."
You chuckled. "I'm fine, go before you get late."
She was about to protest but Baekhyun walked inside with your bag in his hand and saw you sitting, he paced towards you faster and that's when Ria left leaving you both alone.
"You still have fever." He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and you leaned into his touch. "Rest some more."
You scrunched your nose shaking your head. "I want to go home."
He nodded making you stand up. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel like if I take one more step, my head will fall off."
He snorted slinging your bag over his shoulder and you frowned. "You weren't supposed to laugh, I was expressing myself."
"Sorry, your way of expressing was a little funny."
You rolled your eyes too lazy to snap back while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder helping you walk outside and the nurse smiled at two sweetly.
Walking to his car, he placed your bag in the back seat with his bag before opening the front seat door and you sat in. He buckled your seatbelt and kissed the back of your hand as he closed the door leaving you smiling.
He started driving and kept glancing at you who's eyes were closed making him grab your hand gently as he caressed it slowly.
"Someone really didn't listened to me yesterday." He spoke and you bit your lip tightening your grip on his hand.
"No lectures please." You unconsciously pouted and he chuckled before pulling the car over to your house.
You both stood infront of your front door and he fished out keys from your bag before opening it. Your parents went to a wedding and Daniel was on his school trip while Jae was at his workplace.
You already told Baekhyun about it and hence he followed you till your room until he made you sit on the bed. He made you eat your medicine which you swallowed without whining leaving Baekhyun surprise.
"I'm okay now." You said as he placed the glass on the nightstand and looked at you. "You must be busy so you-"
"I'm not that busy." He cut you off. "And I can just bring my laptop here so don't feel bothered and just rest."
You nodded as you lay down and he wrapped the duvet over you before kissing your forehead he gave you a smile and left your room.
You stirred in your sleep and woke up hearing noises from downstairs and sat up thinking your parents are back before checking the time to see it was 4 in the evening.
Getting off the bed, you washed up and changed into your pajamas as always before heading downstairs. Reaching down, you spotted Baekhyun with your mom in the kitchen while eyeing something intently of what she was cooking.
You sighed not really surprised at the view infront of you and settled yourself on the dining table. You flinched by your dad's presence beside you and looked at him confusingly.
"Open your mouth." You frowned but then saw a thermometer in his hand and open it up as he placed it inside before taking it out after seconds.
He nodded. "Your fever is down now."
He walked in the kitchen and they began to talk about something making you smile at the sight before Baekhyun glanced at you and smiled. Soon, they were done with their things and turns out, your mom was cooking a soup for you and Baekhyun was learning it for some reason.
After a while, Jae came back from work and Baekhyun got busy with him. As the time went by, he was going home but your parents stopped him insisting him to have dinner here and he couldn't refuse them hence, he stayed for dinner.
Walking in hands in hands together as you were walking him out, even though he insisted not to but you were feeling bad about it and he couldn't win over your stubbornness.
"I told you not to walk me out." He trailed off, as he leaned his back against the car before placing the back of his hand on your forehead. "Your fever is gone but still, make sure to take medicine before sleeping."
You constantly nodded at his nagging tone before feeling his intent eyes causing you to frown. "What are you looking at?"
You." He blurted out but then laughed at your surprised face. "This is the first time, I'm seeing you in pajamas."
You cheeks heat up as you palmed your cheek feeling the warmth. "I think my fever is coming back."
Baekhyun hummed, nodding as he tilted his head leaning in. "Not like you're blushing right now."
You bit your lip slapping his arm making him chuckle. "Oh, wow, you've still got the strength."
"Of course!"
He smiled but then chuckled deeply before holding your wrist gently and eyed it curiously. "I really wonder, how this small hand can be this strong?"
You rolled your eyes. "Want a demo then?"
He smiled innocently shaking his head. "No, I don't want to ruin my handsome face."
You scoffed. "And my hands are not that small."
"Oh yeah?" He opened your hand before leaning his palm against yours and giggled. "Look, they are so small."
You looked away unconsciously pouting before feeling him interlocking his fingers with yours. "But just perfect for me."
You smiled shyly before he spun you around and pulled you close making your back lean against his chest. He moved your hair from your shoulder to the back causing his fingers brush against your neck sending chills down your spine and placed his chin on your shoulder.
"You're so small, I wish... I could just put you in my pocket and steal you away but your dad would probably kill me." He pouted and you laughed before playing with his hands as he pressed his lips on your cheek.
Sighing, he turned you around as he took your arms, wrapping around his waist with his arms circled around your torso as he pulled you closer. "Do you know how scared and worried I was, when you literally passed out in my arms?"
You stared at his concerned face with a guilty expression and sighed. "Were you really worried? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been stubborn."
"Glad you know that." He smiled, playfully making you roll your eyes before he reached out, cupping your jaw slightly squishing your cheeks as your lips turned into a pout. "Do me a favor and take care of yourself, hm?"
You grabbed his both wrist, nodding as you whined attempting to let go but your breath hitched, when he kissed your lips suddenly leaving you surprised. Your eyes enlarged which you instantly closed in the moment giving in with your heart pounding loudly behind your chest and your cheeks flushed.
"I didn't wanted to say it like this but.." He trailed off smiling while scrunching his button nose cutely before kissing your forehead. "I think I really love you."
Your heart stopped for a moment as you stared in his sparkling eyes and wide smile, making you smile back joyfully. "Feeling is mutual."
He chuckled at your reply but it was worth it for now before he nodded pinching your nose and drove away.
You watched his car disappearing from your sight and you sighed smiling while remembering the moment just happened as your fingers went to your lips while a shy smile broke out on your lips as you hid your face in your palms.
Giggling to yourself, you turned around. "Ahh!"
There stood, your little brother, Daniel with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets and a cheeky grin playing on his lips and you palmed your chest. "You scared me! What are you doing there?"
He wriggled his eyebrows, teasingly. "I saw it."
You blinked, clearing your throat as you stood straight. "Saw what?"
"That you and Baekhyunee Hyung were doing..," He trailed off puckering his lips and your jaw dropped as you gasped. "Don't you dare, Dan."
"Deal, if you give me half of your pocket money." He smiled and you scoffed. "As if."
"Then, I'm going to tell everyone inside." He stuck out his tongue before running inside with you chasing and yelling. "You better stop being I kill you!"
"Mom! Potato is on killing mood again!"
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(15 May)
It's been three days to that day and you were all better now and currently were sitting on a bench while tying your skating shoes. Well, not you but your boyfriend helping you do it as he was kneeling down infront of you.
Boys suddenly wanted to go skating surprising you as yesterday they were busy studying and now this. Nevertheless, you agreed to go and were present with everyone.
"Do you know how to skate?" Baekhyun asked as he sat down beside you while tying his shoes and you nodded.
"But I don't." He pouted and you chuckled patting his back. "It's okay, I'll teach you."
Everyone walked towards the big ground where lots of people were enjoying and soon, Ria and Chanyeol began skating smoothly hand in hand leaving you smiling but someone was being grumpy.
You laughed looking at Baekhyun. "Why?"
"I want to do it like that." He replied pointing towards the couple infront of you and you sighed shaking your head before a thud sound caught your attention.
There they were, Sehun and Jongin on the ground grunting and laughing while clutching to Kyungsoo who shrugged them away making you both laugh.
Minseok and Jongdae went to them while skating and made them stand up before guiding them and Yixing behind them with his hand on both of their backs while Junmyeon was just giving them a done face as they kept falling.
"Let's go." You held Baekhyun's hand and guided him to the ground while going backwards and giggled at him struggling cutely.
"Don't let go of my hand." He tightened his grip on your hand and you smiled pulling him with you carefully. "Never."
And after few attempts of falling and trying, he finally balanced skating freely and it was obvious since he always have been a quick learner.
"Oh, you're doing great." You looked at him amazed and he grinned shyly.
"Well, I learned from the best." He raised his and now it was your turn to smile shyly.
"I have to tell you something." He suddenly said and you nodded indicating him to continue while walking backwards. "My family wants to meet you."
Your foot slipped and you gasped falling backwards leaving the latter shook and he instantly held you by your waist but it was too late as you both fell down with him on top of you.
You opened your eyes to see his face close to you making you widen your eyes and his hand under your head.
He leaned back a little to check you and giggled. "Are you okay?"
"Apart from my boyfriend telling me that his family wants to me and leaving me shook, I'm absolutely fine."
Your sarcastic answer left him laughing and you rolled you eyes before realizing you position and your cheeks heat up.
"Oh, it's blushing time." He poked your cheek and you realized that people were staring at you both.
"How many times I have told you to get a room?" You both turned to the voice which belonged to Jongin who was shaking his head and Baekhyun slapped his legs making him fall on the ground.
You both laughed and he glared at Baekhyun before you pushed him gently. "Aren't you gonna get up?"
"I don't really want to though."
You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and get up."
He chuckled getting up and helping you up on your feet and you both walked towards the resting area and stood against the railing where Ria was already standing.
"I saw what you did there." She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly and Baekhyun looked at her with exact expression while you rolled your eyes before sitting on a bench beside the railing.
"I'm gonna go compete with him and win." Baekhyun sat beside you pointing at Chanyeol who was currently making faces at him purposely provoking him which was working.
"I doubt it." Ria spoke admiring her boyfriend while you and Baekhyun shot a look at her.
"Are you challenging me?" Baekhyun put his chin on your shoulder looking over her and she shrugged smugly.
"Coffee bean, cheer for me." He looked at you and you nodded chuckling before he looked at Ria challenging. "I'm gonna win."
"Wait." You stopped him as he was about to stand up and bent down a little to tie his shoelace which was loosen.
"What are you-"
"Done." You looked up at him smiling and he sighed before flashing you his lovely smile.
"I could have done that."
You just shrugged grinning before shooed him away and he walked away not before leaving a peck on your cheek.
Your eyes enlarged and you extended your arm towards him to smack him but he ran away giggling before you looked back at your bestfriend staring at you with a smirk.
You raised your eyebrows. "What?"
"Nothing, just watching my bestie growing up. " She grinned mischievously nodding towards your side and you just rolled your eyes as she wasn't wrong too.
She giggled. "No but seriously, do you actually remember that couple of months ago, we were just sitting on the bleachers watching their game and not having a slightest idea of dating one of them?"
You giggled nodding. "Life really is unexpected."
"Right." She nodded. "But we haven't been spending time lately. Let's have a girls night tonight."
"Let's do it." You smiled before watching the boys pushing and pulling eachother jokingly making you two laugh at them. That's when Baekhyun was running behind Chanyeol and tackled him down with him falling down too.
"Careful!" You exclaimed but then shook your head seeing the Boys jumping over them playfully while laughing making you both girls smile.
Indeed life was unexpected yet beautiful.
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mimisempai · 3 years
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Wait for me on the other side 6/8
Summary:
Mobius must face both his past and a brutal news. He opens his heart to Loki. Loki wonders about what connects them...
Notes:
Prepare some tissues...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82394134
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House on the cliff - 2019
Mobius returned home, patiently awaited by Croki. While he was feeding him, he noticed that he had a message on his answering machine.
"Mobius, pick up, I have something to tell you. It's about Ravonna."
Forty-five minutes after Casey's call, Mobius rushed into the hospital.
He headed to the admissions office and spoke to the first person who came in.
"Hello, I'm looking for Ravonna Renslayer. I'm Mr. Mobius."
"Hold on a moment."
The young woman consulted her computer and looked up.
"Yes. Mr. Mobius. You are expected in Doctor Cho's general medicine department."
She pointed in the right direction.
When he arrived at the ward, he asked for Dr. Cho.
He waited a few minutes and a woman approached him, holding out her hand.
"Hello Mr. Mobius, I am Dr. Cho, I am the one who takes care of Mrs. Renslayer. Since you were the person to notify in case of an emergency, we called you."
"What happened? Is she okay?"
Dr. Cho motioned for him to follow her, "She's fine. She had a relatively minor collapse, but we'll have to keep her for a day or two, wait for the results of the tests we did. Since you are her only family according to her file, even for something minor we had to call you. I'll take you to her room."
Casey was waiting outside Ravonna's room when Mobius arrived with Dr. Cho. They embraced.
"How is she?" Mobius asked.
"You know her..." replied Casey, shaking his head. "I had to bring her some work, the latest reports from the financial department."
Mobius looked disbelieving and laughed, "Of course. The last thing we would want to do is let a little collapse endanger the company."
Mobius entered the room quietly. Ravonna laid on her bed, connected to monitoring devices, reading her reports and making annotations, papers scattered around her on her bed. She didn't hear him right away, and when she raised her head, she lowered the report but didn't put it down.
"Hi.", Mobius whispered.
Ravonna did not smile, simply nodded and continued to work on her files as if Mobius were not there.
After a while, she said, "I don't need you."'
Mobius simply replied, "I'm going to stay until your exam results come in."
"That's not until tomorrow morning."
"I'm not going to drive all the way home that late. I'm staying."
Ravonna shrugged and returned to her reading. The silence was deafening.
After a moment, Mobius picked up one of the magazines about expensive watches that was on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I..."
Ravonna shook her head, "Go ahead. If you're still interested in that kind of thing."
Mobius didn't look up and began flipping through the magazine.
When he looked up about ten minutes later, Ravonna was asleep. Mobius watched her breathe in the dimly lit room, the monitoring devices flashing silently. He picked up the papers scattered on the bed and stacked them neatly on the nightstand.
Then he sat down, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in the hospital room chair. Since this was impossible, he picked up a piece of paper and began to write to Loki.
I know I haven't written in a while.
But I need to... I wanted to tell you about someone who is very close to me. We are not related by blood, but I consider her to be family to me, like a big sister.
We grew up together in the orphanage.
She is well-known. You know her work... Ravonna Renslayer, the CEO of Time Keepers, the famous watch brand.
I always liked to put watches together and take them apart and Ravonna was good at putting things in the right light.
We decided to create Timekeepers when we were fourteen years old. We wanted to sell quality luxury watches that everyone could afford.
A dream of two orphans.
We promised ourselves that when we would be rich we would buy the house on the hill.
But Ravonna lost sight of our dreams and always wanted more. More money, more fame.
Mass production, overpriced watches, I had no pleasure in creating anymore.
Every meeting became a war zone.
Someone had to surrender. I did.  I quit. Without notice.
That's when I started Miss Minutes, my little store and got back to my roots.
Mobius must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes, he was aching from his position in the chair.
Seeing that Ravonna was still asleep, he went to the hospital cafeteria to get a cup of coffee, and when he came back up fifteen minutes later, he saw Dr. Cho.
"Ah, Mr. Mobius, we just reviewed her results with Mrs. Renslayer. Unfortunately, she has forbidden me to talk to you about them and does not want you to visit her anymore."
Mobius was hurt of course, but not surprised either, given their tense relationship.
Dr. Cho, however, took pity on him. "I can't go into detail, but regrettably, you'll have to prepare for the worst."
Mobius' heart leapt in his chest and with a tight throat, he asked, "How long?"
Dr; Cho put her hand on his shoulder and said, " At any moment. I'm sorry."
Mobius left the hospital in a daze and drove to the house on the cliff. As soon as he arrived, he fed Croki, sat down in his chair and continued the letter to Loki. At this time, it was his only source of comfort.
Loki's apartment - 2021
Loki, in casual attire with Croki by his side, was sitting on his couch reading the letter from Mobius. He was very moved by the way Mobius opened up to him.
His heart cried at the sadness he felt in the letter. Obviously Ravonna was someone dear to his heart.
Once again, Loki was frustrated by the barrier of years between them. He wanted so much to be with Mobius, to support him. He sighed as he continued to read the letter.
I don't know what I expected.
Part of me thought that given her condition, I would get more than a "She doesn't want to see you anymore."
But of course, that's not how things work. When I left TK, I rejected everything she stood for.
That's how she saw it.
I think the fact that I bought the house cemented our disagreement for her and it's too late to change things now.
One thing is for sure: if I was really hoping for a tearful little bedside meeting, I'm as stupid as she thinks I am.
Well, good. I seem to have poured my little heart out here. I'm sorry.
Thanks for reading.
I want to tell you things I've never told anyone.
Things I didn't know myself until I wrote them down to send to you.
Maybe that's the strangest part of it all.
Love, Mobius.
Loki lingered on this letter, and especially on the last word, "LOVE". He patted Croki's head, thoughtful.
He had so many questions.
Love, Mobius.
Was it casual? Mobius was the kind of person who knew exactly what he was saying. Every word was important.
So the next question was, did Loki feel the same way?
Loki didn't need to reflect, he knew what he felt.
The question that remained was, did they have a future...?
Mobius' house - 2019
Croki trotted over to Mobius' bed. Mobius was lying down, unable to sleep, but it was too early to get up. He felt like picking up the phone but resisted.
Loki's apartment - 2021
Loki couldn't sleep anymore, something was disturbing him since he had read Mobius' letter.
He got up and went to his computer, he had to check one thing about Ravonna Renslayer.
Two minutes later he rushed out of his apartment and drove to the house on the cliff.
Mobius House - 2019
Mobius après s’être préparé pour aller au travail, sortit de sa maison et se dirigea vers son pickup.
Mobius House - 2021
Loki braked hard and ran to the mailbox. He put a piece of paper in it and raised the flag with a sudden movement.
Mobius House - 2019
Mobius drove away from the house without seeing the flag that was rising behind him. A few minutes later, his phone on the passenger seat began to ring.
Glancing down, he saw that it was Dr. Cho.
He pulled over to the side of the road and with a lump in his throat, took the call.
"Yes?"
-Mr. Mobius, this is Dr. Cho. I'm afraid I have some difficult news for you.
A few minutes later, in a daze, he parked in front of his house. On his way to his house. He saw that the flag was up.
He opened it, took the note, read it and then let his arm fall back, the paper flew away before landing further.
You need to go back to the hospital right away! Ravonna Renslayer died on-
A few days later, Mobius sat in the back of the church while the pastor preached to a crowd that Mobius knew was there more for Ravonna's fame than for their connection to her.
He didn't listen to the sermon and, clutching Loki's last letter in his pocket, he thought about what he had written.
Mobius, I'm so sorry about Ravonna.
Even though every pain is different, I know what it's like to lose the little family we have left.
I knew I had to at least try to warn you. I thought I could do it in time.
I hoped we could change what happened. I was wrong.
I guess these things can't be changed.
What I do know is that the shock is still fresh for me, even though it happened two years ago, so I can't imagine what it's like for you.
These things just happen...sometimes. I know.
Last February, I remember it was Valentine's Day, but it was really hot for a day in February.
I was at the fountain in Valhalheim Square.
And something happened. I won't bore you with the details now, but it was hard. Not like what you're going through, but it bothered me a lot.
And a friend gave me some good advice.
She told me to go to a place that would bring me peace.
That's what I did. I drove to the house on the cliff.
And that was the day I got your first letter.
It's a place we both love, a place that has a huge meaning for both of us, I hope you can find some solace there.
And I hope that what has kept you and Ravonna apart will eventually seem less important, and perhaps, in time, disappear.
YOURS, Loki.
Loki's words echoing in his head, Mobius was anxious to get to the house, to seek and perhaps find the solace that Loki spoke of.
When he arrived, he saw the flag raised. He opened the box, and took out not a note, but a book.
When he turned it over, his heart stopped for a moment.
For all times - Always by R.RENSLAYER
He returned home and sitting down in his chair, he opened it and saw first a small note from Loki's hand.
The book won't be published for a year.
or two, so don't show it to anyone. But I thought you should see it.
He turned the first page and could not stop the tears from flowing.
To Mobius
This is the story of a dream.
The story of a brother and sister bound by an ideal
But like all true stories, it doesn't always end well.
They chose a different path.
They drifted apart and never found each other again.
But without the presence of one in the life of the other, neither of them would have become what they are.
A story of two lives, a story of two successes, a story of two paths.
Underneath was a photo, Ravonna and him in front of the house on the cliff.
He continued to flip through the book, his eyes blurry with tears, and felt as if he was going through pieces of his life.
Pictures of TK's creation, of Mobius' workshop, of their first offices.
The day of the first opening.
Then the various collections of watches over the years, from the first one designed by Mobius to the latest luxury watches. Created after his departure.
Pictures of the rise of TK.
Photos taken after Mobius' time.
Until the last photo.
It was the front of Miss Minutes, of his shop.
A single sentence underneath.
We have taken different paths, our views have drifted apart, but you will always be my brother. For All time. Always.
Mobius wept for a long time over Ravonna, over the lost years, over what could have been. Then when the tears had dried, he closed the book and placed it neatly on the shelf. His hand lingered on the title for a moment.
Then, looking determined, he took his old sketchbook, sat outside the house and began to draw.
Loki's apartment - 2021
Loki, looking bewildered, was contemplating a sketch of the house on the hill.
At the bottom of the house, written in charcoal, it read:
I WANT TO MEET YOU!
FOR REAL THIS TIME!
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As a reader, I hate cliffhangers... I apologize in advance for being so cruel, I hope you will forgive me 😭
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)
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ambivalent-anarchy · 3 years
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You've Got Moves (Part 2)
Masterlist
Part 1
Gender: Female
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warning: None
A/N: Better late than never, right?😂😂 (wow 2 fics in one week that's crazyyy) Also I put one of my favorite comedy tiktoks in the dialogue soooooo oops? Also Harry and Ned are wingmen who share one brain cell and I like it that way
I might make one more part to this but idk
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It took 7 months for Peter to ask you out.
It took the time for MJ and Asher to become a couple, homecoming to go by, MJ and Asher to break up, winter formal, midterm exams, MJ and Asher to get back together, and Christmas to go before Peter Parker gathered the guts to even consider thinking about asking you out.
Scared wasn't even the word for it.
Harry Osborn, the new transfer student, laughed at how nervous Peter was at lunch. "Asking girls out is easy, Peter. I do it all the time!"
"You say it like it's the simplest thing on earth," Peter dreaded, to which Harry shrugged.
"Because it is! You just ask. How is it that I've only been at this school for 2 months and I've had more chicks than both you and Ned combined?"
"Hooking up is not a hobby of mine. That's why," Peter retorted with a pitifully unintimidating glare.
Harry shrugged with his shit-eating grin. "It's not my fault the girls and gays can't resist these lips."
Ned chimed in as he threw a french fry into his mouth. "Peter, this isn't like Liz last year. You and [Y/N] are already really close, dude. I'm sure you can just ask her. Who knows? She might say yes!"
"But what if she says no?," Peter groaned. "Then I'll just be one of those people she avoids and barely talks to out of awkwardness." He shifted in his seat nervously. "I don't want that."
"But if you don't say anything then you'll always regret it," Ned pointed out.
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Peter, pull out your phone."
Peter raised his eyebrows in confusion, but followed Harry's instructions.
"Go to her in messages and say 'hey let's get dinner'." He smiled. "See? Simple."
Peter opened your messages in his phone and stared at your profile picture.
'You can do this, Peter. You can do this.'
He bit his lip. "Okay but should I say, 'let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'?" Seeing Harry's impatient face, he explained himself. "I just feel like those two sentences have completely different vibes, y'know?"
Harry glared at him. "Are you really about to have us telling you what to tell your crush like a bunch of girls?"
Peter didn't know how to answer that question seriously. "Uh...yes?"
Harry pondered the question for a small bit before simply shrugging and answering. "Hmm, go with 'let's get dinner', so you'll sound all confident and assertive."
"Okay."
Before Peter could press send without thinking twice, Ned stopped him. "Well, actually now you sound a little aggressive, man."
"Really?," Peter asked with a wince, immediately erasing the message.
"Yeah, I mean the last thing you wanna be like is the guy that's all like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of caveman."
Peter groaned. "Oh no, definitely not."
Ned ate another fry. "You want to ask her to dinner, not tell her to dinner."
"I'll go with 'do you want to get dinner' then," Peter said with a nod.
That one didn't sit well with Harry. "No Pete. Cuz now you sound like a pussy."
Peter slammed his phone onto the lunch table. "This stuff is tough!"
Ned turned towards Harry. "No but listen. The last thing Peter wants to do is come off as the overly masculine type that's all like 'let's get dinner cuz I'm the breadwinner, bitch', y'know?"
Harry shook his head. "Yeah but women also love assertiveness. You have to know what you want."
Peter stared at the table, desperately wanting the conversation to be over. Why would he even go to these two for relationship advice? Harry was the king of hookups and Ned's relationships never lasted longer than a few weeks. What was he thinking? For a guy with a 4.5 GPA, he sure did feel stupid.
"I got it!," Ned exclaimed. "Okay. Text her this. 'Dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on, but only if YOU were also interested in attending the meal'." He held his hands up for praise.
Harry nodded. "Mhm. Perfect balance. And the more words the better."
Peter just stared back at them, wondering where he'd gone wrong in life. "...no.... I'm not gonna send her that."
Harry shrugged. "Welp,' he sighed. "I guess some people just don't want to be helped."
So close to slamming his head into the table in front of him, Peter felt a tsunami of relief hit when he saw Asher walk into the cafeteria.
Asher was your best friend. If anyone knew the proper way you'd want to be asked out, it'd be him.
The second Asher noticed Peter looking at him, he made his way over. "Hey Peter. What's up?," he asked as he found an empty seat.
Harry spoke up before Peter had the chance. "Hey Ash. Pick one. 'Let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'."
Asher thought for a second. "Depends on the girl," he said before taking a bite into his apple. "-but 'do you want to get dinner' is nicer. Why?"
Harry slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it!"
"Yes!," Ned cheered.
Asher looked around the table. "Okay, by why?"
Harry and Ned went quiet and looked to Peter, who was staring anywhere to avoid eye contact. He began to mumble pitifully."I....I-i wanna.. I wanna-"
Harry and Ned spoke up, already tired of the conversation not getting anywhere. "He wants to ask-"
"-I wanna ask [Y/N] out!," he blurted, feeling his cheeks start to burn when Asher's smirk turned into a wide grin.
"Well it's about time!," he exclaimed. "She's been crazy about you since you met."
"Really? She has?," Peter asked. That wasn't even in the realm of possibility in his mind.
Asher nodded. "She's always going off to me about how-" he mocked your higher pitched voice. "I've been dropping him hints since, like, foreverrrr!"
"Seriously?! She has?"
Ned laughed. "Well Peter. She has been calling you cute since the day she met you..."
"But I just always thought it was the friendly kind of cute, y'know?," he rambled. "Not the boyfriend type cute!"
"How many girls are out here calling you cute for you to make that assumption, dude?," Harry asked.
Asher sighed. "So this is what it's like to have low confidence." He shook his head and gave Peter a disappointed look. "I can't say I like witnessing this, Pete."
"Just-" Peter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Just tell me what will work, okay? I need to ask her out perfectly."
Asher tilted his head in confusion. "She's a simple girl. You just have to straight up ask her out. What's the confusion there?"
"That's what I said!," Harry yelled.
"You know he's got to make it difficult for himself for no reason," Ned pointed out.
"Okay can we all talk about how terrible I am at this after you help me?," Peter begged.
"...yeah."
"Sure."
"Ugh, fine."
Peter sighed. "Alright. So?"
"What are you going for?," Asher asked. "Like a gift or something?"
"I just want whatever's the absolute best way to ask her out."
Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. If he was gonna set you up with your crush, he wanted it to happen right.
"Okay," he said, staring Peter in the eyes with a new sort of intensity. "Think about your best moments with her. Now pick something special from all those moments and voila! You'll have it!"
Peter nodded and stared at the ground as he thought for a while about everything he'd done with you since the beginning of school. You were truly the most extraordinary, most confident girl he'd ever met.
Every time he'd thought you couldn't get more perfect, you'd just show him another side of you that was better than the rest. He always stayed endlessly impressed and most of all, he felt as if he didn't have to try too hard with you. He could be himself and mess up as many times as he could manage and you still stuck around, showing him that there needn't be any worries.
And your style? Fuck, you could make anything work for him. You were the only one who could get him out of his comfort zone and in front of a camera, for something as frivolous as a TikTok. But he'd always do it, and even find the fun in it, because it made you happy.
"Remember how we freaked out that first time when she called you cute, Pete?," Ned said. "She said that you were cute and that you only had to put it use!"
Harry laughed. "This girl is literally giving you the instructions, Peter. Take them."
"Hmm." Peter looked up with a smile and snapped his fingers. "I got it."
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You tossed popcorn into your mouth and snuggled yourself further into the blanket. "Ash, how can you even say that? 'It' is a horror movie!"
"Yeah, technically," he retorted. "But there's literally not a single part of the movie that's scary. It's more of a drama than anything else."
"You realize the clown phobia rate skyrocketed when the movie came out right?"
Asher scoffed. "Uh, your point? It's not my fault some pussies couldn't sit through it. Still a drama. The story definitely played with your emotions more than your fears."
"Whateverrrr," you laughed. "I can't deal with you."
"Pennywise literally got up and did this," he said before breaking out into Pennywise's dance. He laughed as he kicked his legs out. "What kind of horror movie has this crap in it?" He stopped when he felt the full force of you throwing a pillow on his face. "Ugh!"
"Sit down and get under the covers, idiot," you hissed. "I wanna keep watching these HORROR films."
"Whateverrrr," he drawled out, mocking you. He sighed and plopped down next to you, grabbing a handful of popcorn after.
When school was getting suffocating, marathoning horror movies with Asher were a must. He had an endless repertoire and all the time in the world for his best friend.
Halfway through 'It: Chapter 2' though, the movie was the least of your focus and instead was TikTok.
What could you say? The app was addictive.
It was a big, entertaining, completely useless collage of everything every no-name had to offer, from stupid debates to cringey POV's to fun dance routines.
You tried to hook every friend you could on it. Asher, of course, already knew about it since it first came out and he, of course, had thousands of followers because most of what he posted was random thirsts traps whenever he was feeling hot, which was always. And thirsts traps are always in high demand for the people on TikTok.
You tried to hook MJ on it, but she'd already decided that she didn't like it before even giving it a chance. Even the messy, political side didn't reel her in.
Of course then there was Peter, who didn't know was TikTok even was before he met you. You made it your sole mission to get him hooked, but you'd since given up on that. It was a lost cause. The only time he probably ever saw TikTok nowadays was when he was doing dances with you before gym started. He let you put the app on his phone but he never used it. You wouldn't even put it past him to have deleted it, but it was whatever. TikTok had started his friendship with you, so needless to say, it'd done an amazing job in your life.
Plus your followers were always asking about him. All of the "omg couple goalssss" and "you guys look so cute together" served as massive confidence boosters. A girl can dream, right?
You shifted over a bit when you felt Ash getting closer and closer to you.
When he moved over again, you scooted away, only for him to get closer again. "Ash, what is your deal?"
"Easy there," he chuckled, backing up a little. "I'm looking at the phone, not you."
"You've been all up in my phone all day, what's up?"
"I can't tell you," he shrugged, a sly smirk stretching across his face. "But," he pointed to your tiny screen. "Some idiot is taking wayyyy too long to shoot his shot."
"Shoot his shot?" You gasped. "Who?"
"I'm not at liberty to say," he said with a smirk.
"Nooooo," you whined. "If someone has a crush on me you gotta spill! C'mon, please?"
He laughed and repeated himself. "I'm sorry, but I am not at liberty to say!"
"Bullshit! Who is it? C'mon! C'monnnnnn!"
He shrugged and this time you knew that he was dead set on not giving up the mystery guy.
"Ugh," you pouted. "Fine. Let's just finish the stupid movie."
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"Kids next door, battle stations!!!!"
And now it was sometime after midnight. The popcorn was all gone. The movie was done and now you were watching old cartoons so that the horror movie wouldn't be the last thing on your mind before bed.
Looking over, you saw that Asher didn't need any cartoons like you did. He was already passed out, snoring as loud as ever.
Grumbling in boredom, you stared at the wall, trying to connect the tiny dots in the designs. It was like something was officially keeping you from being able to fall asleep.
*Ding!*
At the sound of your phone receiving a text, you sat up curiously. Who was texting you at this hour?
You smiled when you saw that it was Peter.
Pete: hey y/n
You were about to send him a quick,"why are you up this late" text, but he kept typing.
Pete: pls dont judge me too hard for this
With that completely vague warning, you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.
Y/n: whats up r u okay
He sent you a link next, which confused you, but not as much as when you actually pressed it.
It led you to TikTok, and the video was waiting to be pressed to start. Peter was standing in the middle of the screen with one of his typical corny sweatshirts on. The caption at the top read: "For [Y/N] Only". Smiling already, you quickly pressed play.
You slapped your hand over your mouth. "Oh my God."
"So he finally got the guts, huh?," Asher mumbled, having woken up from the loud music on your phone but was still half-asleep.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?," you asked. You turned down your phone.
"Don't worry about me, you just got a boyfriend," he chuckled, moving to lay down so he could get to sleep again. "Text him back for god's sake."
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Y/n: its been almost a whole year and youre still so cute when you make those
Pete: haha thanks
Pete: uh
Pete: i really like you y/n
Pete: do u think you'd wanna go out with me or get dinner sometime?
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"He asked me out," you gasped. "Ash, he asked me out!"
Asher rolled over and groaned. "I thought that was already established? Jesus, you two couldn't possibly be moving any slower."
You rolled your eyes. "Fuck you."
"Nah, you're with Peter now," he laughed. "You're gonna have to fuck him instead!" That comment earned him another pillow to the face.
You looked back at the messages and sent a tiny cute one. You smirked at the new idea of what was about to happen and turned it off before going to sleep.
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Y/n: kiss me at school tomorrow and find out
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Didn't do a third edit cuz I got lazy but I'm pretty happy with the turnout anyway. Thanks for reading!
Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings, @hey-its-grey, @spideyyeet, @sunkissedspidey, @tommyunderoos, @chaoticpete, @snarky--starky, @sovereignparker, @thesherlockianavenger, @bubblebucky, @kelieah, @eridanuswave, @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr, @kidney9-9, @gwenvrse
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s-mething-mbti · 3 years
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Hello! I just found this blog, I am so happy! I am sorry for the verry long ask here but could you help me figuring myself out??
Before starting, I am a 20 y. o girl and  I have anxiety disorders... Also, I am not really fluent in English. As I can read and understand very well, writing is always a bit tricky...!
1. I first took tests (I saw somewhere it would be more appropriate to say "questionnaire" as there is no good or wrong answer, but I don't really know haha). I got INFP, and just went with it. A year later I took other tests and got the same results, but I did not really think it "clicked" as I thought these tests did not take enough into account...
So I tried looking into cognitive functions, kept a record of some of my behaviours and why I reacted some ways... But the more I looked into it, the less I could narrow down to fewer things. Thus I figured I could need help in order to find at least a direction for searching ^^'
2. I absolutely love reading the same books over and over again, watching all over again the same series to the point I know them by heart. I could go all day binge-watch or binge-reading the for the 15th time the same thing. I also love reading reactions from people about these same series / books! I also absolutely love daydreaming. Many times, I stop every 5 pages or 6 minutes of watching to run in my flat to get a shoot of fantasies (sometimes fueled by what I was just watching/reading). Outside from home, I love going to bookshops (2 to 3 times a week, preferably during off-peak hours, I am not comfortable at all in crowded places).
3. I kind of think I am not someone really pleasant to live with. I speak a lot, I love speaking, but I don't listen (mostly because I can't concentrate on it, I am focused on showing I am interested in what I am not listening to by noddind or maintaining eye-contact, and also a lot of times at home because I don't care). In fact, I can only concentrate on what is said if it involves one of the things I read or watch again and again or if it is a subject I really like. Also, at home, I tend not to do what I am told, because I want to show that I could have thought about it and done it by myself. However, when I am outside, with other people, I am unable to say "no", even if I end up not doing it, or I find excuses not to do it or not to accept it and feel bad about it.
4. My friends, and even my mother, told me I was very kind, bordering too kind. Taking in account what I said in (3.) I don't understand how they can think that...
5. Leadership: I really dislike taking leadership. I don't want and am scared to impose my view on others (and most of the time I just have nothing to say, head empty). At school I hated group work except if it led to an oral exam (oral exam alone is worse than everything, I cry in front of everyone, so if someone can speak with me or for me it is better). However, if no one gives direction, I take the very minimal lead because otherwise the work would not be done at all and we would spend hours looking at each other (I would only say "I could do that, what are you most confortable doing? And I can also reshape/review the text at the end if you want" ). The only thing I am confident with in group work is proof-reading, I love correcting mistakes, in fact I can't let a mistake pass if I see one (I must be so annoying...).
Self-expression: I love saying how I feel to my close friends, like I want them to validate my feelings. I often ask "how are you" firstly out of courtesy, and secondly because they will ask me in turn and thus I can say everything I want to say. In fact it is often self-pitying. But if someone tells me to move on because it would not make things change, I might start being harsh or lash-out. At the end of the conversation or after parting, I almost every time feel bad because I finally notice that I did not ask anything or enough to my friend, and that it is wrong.
Also, I rarely interact with people on the bus or in the streets even if I sometimes really would like to. But if I do so it is mostly in order to show that I have knowledge on the subject in question, and only after that in kindness.
However, I hate asking people to do something for me (except little things like passing me the salt or giving me a glass of water). If I do so, I fear that people are reluctant to do it, or do it because they have to. I would prefer if they proposed it by themselves and if I could be really sure that they are doing it because they want to.
6. Novelty : it would be true to say i dislike change or novelty. Several facts: when I was 2 or 3, I didn't like watching new movies, so my mom had to put them in background, and I would pick interest later. In primary school I cried an awful lot because we were throwing away our broken sofa. At the end of middle school, I didn't want to go to high school because I felt better as things were. Same thing at the end of high school, and same again at the end of my 3rd year of university. Right now, new metro lines are in construction. I think of metro network as my playground (I love taking the metro), and the fact that the network as I know it will change somewhat makes me uncomfortable. I always prefered how things "were before". (I think it feels kind of confortable this way)
7. I procrastinate a lot. So much in fact. I hate being late because it is disrespectful, but I am always just on-time or late. I am also disorganised and can't follow plannings. I guess I am too lazy...
Another thing is that I am obsessed with identity. Pinpointing who I really am has been an obsession for many years. If I could be unique by knowing who I am, it would be a great accomplishement to me. When I was young, I would have an obsession for wearing items of a certain color because it was my trademark. Same for favorite animal or favorite season. It leads me to be quite envious at times.
Also, I often think of what impact my behaviour might have on others. For example at school, I would come back several times (but not all times) for exams if I was not too sick because otherwise I would have had more time to study with no drawbacks, and it would be unjust to the others. I also care a lot about what people would think about me, even if it does not really seem to be the case after everything that has been said haha.
Finally, I have a strange relationship with helping others. I really would like to help, because it is the right thing to do and it is kind, but when a situation presents itself I think "ugh why me". If I turn a blind eye, I feel like a monster. If I help and fail I feel bad. If I help and succeed I feel really good and proud of myself, but these situations should not occur too many times as they make me feel anxious before, during and after. On the other end, I am very bad at comforting, and often do it badly. I don't like seeing people cry, it hurts, but otherwise I don't understand how people feel.
Well, after writing this I have the impression of being a complete paradox and not someone to speak to hahaha! I have so many things to change in order to be more pleasant to live with!
Well... sorry for the long text! And thank you for everything!
I’m leaning towards ISFJ.
I’m seeing strong Si/weak Ne. You gave several examples to show you’re much more comfortable with what’s familiar, and resistant to change. Re-reading/watching media, trouble letting go of familiar items, your mom playing movies in the background until they were familiar enough for you to enjoy - all strong examples of Si throughout your whole life. Also, your first example of familiar media still giving you inspiration/fantasies is a great example of Si/Ne working together.
I can see young Fe in being “too kind,” and having trouble saying No to people. You don’t like imposing your needs on people, and are aware when you can’t meet someone else’s needs (“I felt bad I didn’t ask my friend enough and that is wrong.” or “If I help and fail, I feel bad.”) You show an awareness of the impact of your behavior on others, and have a sense of “social courtesy.” You gave a good example of Si/Fe in saying “I ask ‘How are you’ first out of courtesy…and then they will ask me in turn.”
Lower Ti shows through a bit in your enjoyment of proofreading and correcting mistakes, or when you said you engage “to show I have knowledge on the subject.”
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blackthorn02 · 3 years
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The colour of death🥀-julius novachrono
May be some spoilers ahead...!!!
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it was a nice and quiet day in clover kingdom like almost every other day. the only thing that was perceived as disturbing was the stormy wind that grew more and more from hour to hour and dark clouds, from distant lands, brought with it - announcing disaster. nobody could have guessed that this auspicious day would go down in the history of clover.
(Y/n) was one of the magical knights and was accepted into the strongest and most honorable of all magical orders, the crimson lion. and so it happened that the king of magicians also became aware of her,because her magical power was to be able to create black flames, a very rare gift that was considered by many to be ominous. but julius novachrono was blown away by this elegant and threatening power. so it happened that (y/n) and julius became friends - at this point nobody could have guessed that unconditional love should develop from this initially pure friendship. (Y/n)was on her way to the city when her new group leader lady mereoleona instructed her to help the black bull and their members to help them, who were just fighting the eye of the midnight sun and not doing very well. So she got on her broom and flew, through airy winds and clouds, as quickly as possible to the battle site, which turned out to be a cave and found the elves and their leader Licht,bound and defeated leaning against the rocky wall of the cave. the other knights were very exhausted and struck by the battle, apparently the elves had been stronger than expected. but the elves and their leaders didn't seem to be doing very well either. when asta saw (y/n)he came running towards her: "oiii, (y/n)! finally reinforcements came. These damned elves were really strong - we would have really lost a hair." (Y/n) laughed encouragingly to asta: "I'm glad that nothing coarser happened to all of you. However, I don't think your prisoners will survive back to the castle. Their injuries are quite serious and they seem to be in a very bad condition! I will go healing them while you take a little break. " So she marched lightly over to the elves, who looked at her pejoratively and spitefully.
she bent down to her leader and looked at him appraisingly: "I heard your name should be called Licht. I think that suits your magic very well. You are all very badly injured and as a magical knight it is not our kind of prisoner bad to treat or to suffer unnecessarily. I will heal you. " (y/n) eyed Licht but did he did not resist her gentle touch. she gently laid her hand flat on his forehead and began to heal him with the healing magic of the black phoenix. when (y/n) was done she held out a bottle of water. however, licht did not really seem to trust her. only after a long convincing did he finally drink the water and seemed visibly relieved not to have been poisoned. whereupon (y/n) just rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, the rest of the elves didn't seem very happy that their leader was captured and so they freed all the prisoners and declared war on the kingdom and all people. her hatred was so great and satisfying it didn't seem to solve the problem. the hatred of the elves had a much deeper reason, it seemed to have solidified in them.
unfortunately your mission was a complete flop. they had prisoners but they were liberated and it was even worse that they had to admit that the elves were damned powerful and dangerous. thanks to their hatred of the people, they were capable of anything, without taking into account excessive losses. and so (y/n) had no desire to tell julius about her failure. but unfortunately there was nothing to be denied to the king of magicians and certainly not to be ignored. Even if she had also decided to skip the reporting, her beloved Julius would surely have found her somewhere and squeezed her out after her assignment. julius was a good and honorable king - shamelessly handsome - but in terms of magic he was like a little child who had been given new toys. he was always like that, and that was what (y/n) liked about him. he was just totally adorable. but she had only had these feelings recently and she wasn't sure if julius thought that too.
So (y/n)made her way to Julius' office, whether she liked it or not. once there, she was received by marx, the head of mushrooms, and further piloted to the king of magicians. Julius's office was in one of the towers of the castle and was a huge, bright but musty room full of bookshelves with magical writings and relics. when (y/n) entered the room through a large carved wooden door, she was greeted by the all too familiar smell of old books and forests mixed with the incomparable smell of Julius. Dust whirled up by the draft floated in the sun glittering through the chamber of wonder and gave everything a magical shimmer. julius sat at a large wooden desk in the middle of the room and looked up from his writings: "ahh (y/n) !nice that you have returned safely and unharmed. i was really worried. yami did however report the result of your mission ... even if it was not a victory this time, we will surely make peace with the elves and live happily ever after in the future.I know that! but now to the really important question: how do you find this light magic of the leader of the elves? I would have loved to watch this beautiful things too! ", Julius eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. (y/n) grinned at the sight of it - it was simply incorrigible. "hahaha, yes his magic was really impressive and as pure as his soul. however it could still be a problem. the elves didn't seem to be in a very peaceful mood!" julius eyes eclipsed and he felt the great burden of weighing all the people in safety, on the weight of his shoulders every day. (y/n) walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug from behind. julius sank into her embrace and enjoyed the safety of the hug. he had really worried about her and almost hurried to the cave himself to help them. Julius couldn't bear the thought without having to live with her. without her smile, her hugs and without her uniqueness. when he saw (y/n) for the first time he was enchanted by her. Julius looked up at her: "we will survive this crisis somehow, as we have survived many others. Nobody will have to die and we will find a solution." he smiled encouragingly at (y/n) and kissed the back of her hand.
that was a few weeks ago. now the kingdom of clover was facing an ominous battle that might not have been manageable. (y/n) had passed the royal knights entrance exam and was about to set off with the others. but since that day the sun had risen high over the mountains, she felt that something was wrong. she couldn't say what it was-it was just such an uncomfortable feeling that completely took over her body. so (y/n) decided to stay in the castle anyway, for all cases. And it came as it had to come. the castle was suddenly hit by a tremor and shake and parts of the main towers seemed to collapse. something terrible must have happened. (y/n) was looking out the window and did not like what she saw at all. julius was about to fight the leader of the elves, licht. suddenly the sky darkened. millions of swords of light adorned the sky, so that the whole kingdom was under attack. Julius stopped the attack with the help of his time magic, but thereby neglected his defense and protection and licht stabbed Julius with his sword of light. (y/n) could not believe what had happened and screamed-shaking. she screamed until her lungs burned and ran to Julius as fast as she could. that couldn't be. that couldn't happen. Julius was the king of magicians, the strongest among them. he couldn't be defeated just like that. (y/n) ran and fell over and over again because her eyes were covered with a veil of tears. she had to say so much to Julius - he must not just die. not before she confessed his feelings - she couldn't live without him. he was the light that brightened her everyday life. her star in the sky that shone her way at night. he just couldn't get out of her life like that - she wouldn't allow that. and so (y/n) ran as far as she could still carry her feet. when she finally reached julius it was not good for him. he was lying in a pool of blood and his blond hair was slowly taking on the red color of death. she lifted him up and gently laid his head in her lap. Julius smiled fondly at (y/n) and she stroked his cheek. he seemed to have to pull himself together and started to speak softly: "no fear (y/n)! everything will be fine, you will see. I have great confidence in the other knights. together you can make it and lead us to a longed-for peace . " she looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks until they finally fell on julius face. "stop talking like you're about to die any moment, julius! i won't let you just leave me here alone. i know not if you ever felt the same for me, but I love you julius. I can't live without you. I can't stand that. So please stop it! ", (y/n) cried and cried and let her feelings run free. julius looked at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears away: "believe me, (y/n) , i love you too. very much. it hurts to see you unhappy.", julius sat up laboriously and kissed her with all his emotions . he lay down in her lap again and closed his eyes. he was suddenly so tired. "someday we'll see each other again, I promise, my love," julius gave her an encouraging smile, as he always did, but his last words were as quiet and thoughtful as a breath of wind. (y/n) shook him gently and called him by name. but his time in the world of the living was over and julius had fallen asleep gently. her heart was torn. Julius was dead. Deep grief overwhelmed her and she cried over Julius and howled in his chest.
——> oh myy goodness-i can’t. Thats too dramatic. I am crying.......
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liljungie · 4 years
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MVP | Jeon Jungkook | AU 3
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Pairing: [ soccer player] jungkook x reader
Warnings: angst | slight smut
Part 1 / part 2 / part 3
Masterlist
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How am I gonna get out of this?!
Panic rush through me as I look anywhere but her,It's not like I can say it was raining because the weather today was extremely sunny not a single cloud in the sky.
So that was out of the question and I started to think of anything that I could pass the blame on other than the weather.
"Well.." i scratch the back of my head suddenly every word I know vanished into thin air, making it impossible to form a sentence she looked at me waiting "Uh..jimin" I clap my hands together as I speak to grab her attention " p-pulled another prank on me" I said the first words that came to mind hoping they came out clearly "oh you poor thing! I'll tell kookie to talk to him you're a lady jimin can't treat you like that!" She huffed in annoyance.
Ugh why is she so nice? I can see why Jungkook fell for her...if only she wasn't so damn nice to me maybe I'd hate her enough to push away the guilt.
"I-It's okay- really.. jimin and I joke like that a lot he's only getting back at me for putting powdered peppers in his boxers.." I tried to laugh at the end but it came out so awkward and well...fake. but she luckily went with it "Oh that's mean" she says with a scowl on her face "not gonna lie I was weirded out seeing you in my boyfriend's Jersey"she laughed nervously, "but I think Jungkook witnessed what happened" she smiled laughing at the end which I assume she was laughing at the situation or me..
I felt a lump in my throat form I went pale at her words, my hands start to sweat so I quickly rub them against my jeans laughing along with her.
"I gotta go shower now bye!" I yell behind me walking fast to my room so I avoid any more questions "yeah you smell like semin...jimin is so mean" I hear her yell after me
I cringe as I hear her words "I'm sorry jimin" I say to one one, under my breath as I close the door behind me letting out a sigh of relief but deep down guilt ate away at me...
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A week passed, I hadn't seen Jungkook since that day.
he didn't even try to reach me so I didn't bother either, my heart was mayhem but maybe not seeing him was for the better.
Even though it tore me apart inside.
My exams and assignments took most of my time, I barely had time for myself anyway.
I was chilling in my room in the afternoon writing an essay I had to hand in Monday while listening to music.
It was finally the weekend I'm done with my exams but I had a few things to hand out still and I finally got around it.
I faintly hear a knock on my door and pause the song and slide my chair over to the door opening it.
To find her, dressed nicely make up and hair done to perfection, she smiled at me "Jungkook is taking me on a date!" She squealed as my heart dropped.
she pushed the door more open and twirled in the middle of my room, her yellow dress was just above her knees, making her glow like a star "how do I look?!" She smiled as she looked me in the eyes waiting for my answer.
"Stunning" I replied my face drained of color I swolled the lump in my throat heat prickling down my neck as I stare at her, hurt evident on my features, she was checking herself on the tall mirror I had beside my desk.
He was taking her out on a date? A date?!
My mind was still processing what she said, so he does have free time to take her on dates but not text me at all?! Not even once this whole week!
"Really?!" She squealed once again, she was so happy seems like even gravity couldn't hold her down she was skipping with happiness.
The things I'd do to be her...
I only nodded my head, I felt like a shook up can of soda that was going to burst soon, with glossy eyes I tried to keep looking at her but I couldn't. I turned away.
"I have been dying to spend time with him now that my exams are over I'm gonna be by his side every single day" she says her eyes glowing. Probably day dreaming about the 'date'
"Mhm that's nice" I say as I slide my chair back to my desk, I didn't know I was crying, I curse under my breath. I can't let her see me.
"Oh I'm sorry if I disturbed you" she finally noticed that I was studying and turned to me thankfully my hair covered the side of my head so she couldn't see my face "I'll leave you now so you can study okay?" She giggled and walked to the door opening it slowly
"Fighting _____!" She shouted her fist in the air cheering me on as if that would make it easier I only sent her a small smile with a nod then my eyes went back on the screen the letters were so blurry.
"oh and I'm spending the weekend at his place so don't wait for me!" She giggled, I felt my chest tighten as I heard her say that, seconds passed and I heard my bedroom door closed shut. Finally.
I let out a sigh that felt like a sob I tried to distract myself by writing more, I turned up the volume of the music I tied my hair up to cool me down. frustrated I let it fall on my shoulders...nothing worked.
Nothing could shut my thoughts off, all I could think of was her in his arms, in his lap, kissing and touching him.
I could see images of him kissing and holding her like he held me...
"_____ I'm leaving now bye!" I heard her faintly yell from the living room breaking me away from my trance a few moments of silence and right when I heard her shut the apartment door close. I threw my phone at the mirror she was infront of minutes ago it all shattered along with my phone screaming in frustration I fell to the floor sobbing.
he consumed every inch of me he took over every part of me, and it's my falut that I let him get to me this way.
This close.
I felt my body burn and ache until I couldn't feel anything anymore and sleep took over me.
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I woke up to banging on the door I sat up, confused, I looked around I was on the floor in the middle of my room I looked at the watch on the wall it read 12 am.
I must have slept for a long time.
I heard the banging again but louder this time oh so I wasn't dreaming? I wanted to yell her name so she could open the door instead but I remembered...everything.
I found it hard to stand up, or seems like my heart couldn't bare to do anything I'm so out of it, I feel so numb and so hurt. That even standing was too much for me to take.
I made my way to the door. in the dark living room I turned on the spot lights to provide a bit of light in so I could see better, my eyes were swollen from how much I cried and my vision is still blurry from the tears.I move my hair out of my face as I walk to the door slowly.
I open the door and there he stood.
Jungkook.
He sighs relieved and pulls me towards him.
"Oh my fucking God I was so afraid" he says, holding me tighter.
I was astonished I must be dreaming this, this can't be... she was over at his place how did he get out?
He pulled away and looked at me almost analyzing my face "I was so worried!" He tells me "I called you so many times why didn't you pick up?!" He scolds his grip on my arms was tight
He did?
How come it's ringing didn't wake me up?
Then I remember how I threw it at the mirror and I don't know if it was still working for not, I need a new phone for sure it seems.
I pull away and he looked at me hurt that I pushed him lightly off of me "you didn't text or call this whole week why does it suddenly matter?" I ask raising my eyebrows, arms crossed as I look up at him waiting for the answer that I longed for this whole week.
"_____" he sighed as he rubbed his temple "I'm sorry I couldn't I was dealing with a lot" he stated, clearly he didn't want to talk about it so I dropped the topic because I just don't think it matters anymore. It won't go anywhere because if there's one thing I'm sure of is jungkook keeps to himself and there's no way you'll ever get something out of him.
"Why you were waiting for me to call you?" A playful grin on his features, I stop in my tracks and turn around looking at him in disbelief, is this what he thought of me? who am I kidding this is all I'm ever gonna be for him. Just for pleasure. He can disappear for as long as he wants and expects me to wait for him.
"Not at all..I could care less about you" I say avoiding his eyes walking slowly back to my room until suddenly I'm turned face to face with him "stop avoiding me!" He harshly tells me, his eyes stare into mine and I feel my body give up on me and surrender to his touch.
His gaze was strong and the more he stared at me, his eyes softened"... you were crying weren't you baby?" He asks, His voice was so soft and quiet I felt my heart ignite with life agai, the way he was holding my face between his hands now tracing my cheeks with his thumbs soothingly.
"N-No I wasn't-"  I groggily reply only for him to sigh "you don't have to lie to m-"
"Why are you here?" I ask cutting him off, pushing him away harder this time. I saw the way his face fell "you don't want me here?" He asks "you left her to see me?" He swoalled and bite his lip "yes" he answers in heart beat "..I told her I forgot my text book at taehyung's...and I just...I just wanted to see you" I look at his eyes sparkle for some reason he had this look on his face that just screamed at me to take him in my arms.
I used all my power to resist that urge and I stepped back, I feel tears start in my eyes again "Jungkook..." I whimpered
My heart aches because I know what I was going to say but my heart wasn't in it "we have to stop this" I cried
His eyes went wide and his mouth opened with shock and disbelief "_____ you can't do this...not now-please just listen to me-" he walks forward,his arms reach for mine I walk away from him pushing him away from me "we can't anymore...my heart can't take it!" I shouted tears fall endlessly, his gaze was too strong for me so I look away
"What are you saying _____?!" He shouted angrily "why push me away now? Huh?" He cried "tell me why are you doing this to us!" My back hits the wall behind me his hands come up on each side Trapping me.
I feel the emotions bottle up and boil inside me until they spill and I'm left feeling numb I met his eyes and the words I said next shocked him and myself..
"I love you!" I cried "Jungkook I love you!" I pause "but I can't do this anymore!" I tell him wiping my tears as more fall "please understand- I can't bear it I just-"
His lips closed on mine shutting me up.
The kiss was deep not his needy lustful kisses this was different...he kissed me passionately.
"Let me change your mind- I know I can" he pulled away his forehead touching mine "please baby..you can't do this..you can't do this to me!" I felt his tears drip down on my cheeks, seeing him like this broke my heart completely I let out a cry "but Jungkook it's wrong.." I whisper "she's sound asleep in your bed and you're...here with me" I tell him "this is not fair to her...this isn't fair to me! you have no idea of the pain I'm going through..." I say as I place my hands ontop of his hands that were holding my cheeks he had his eyes closed his breathing is uneven and shaky.
"Do you think I'm not suffering too?" He says his eyes bore into mine and I see the pain I feel swim in his eyes too "do you think this isn't hurting me?" He whispered
I shake my head "then break up with her!" I say loudly, to get it through his thick head.
"I can't!" He shouts "I just can't bring myself to!" He looks away from me as I taste my tears and stare at him heartbroken.
I cry "but you can bring yourself to see me in tears begging you to stay away when I want you?" I laugh "do I mean anything to you at all? do you even care about me?" I yell "do you even love me?" I whimpered, my chest heaving up and down.
"Yes I do _____!" He yells back. We're facing each other "stop I beg of you!" he cried tugging on his hair "seeing you cry because of me hurts like hell!" he says backing me up against the wall "good!" I reply my eyes sharply stare into his making his eyebrows raise "you drive me insane _____" he tells me placing his hands beside each side of my head "why can't I stop thinking of you! You! And the way you talk! your body! your scent! Anywhere I go all I think of is you!" He punched a hole in the wall right next to my face "so don't you dare and say that you don't matter to me..you consume me whole and I can't stay away" he pulls me closer his hands on my hips "let me love you _____..." he whispers.
"Let me take care of you stop being so stubborn angel and let me...please _____" he whispers his eyes held so much lust behind I felt his bulge against my inner thigh he leaves trail of kisses on my neck, I whimper and push him away with the little force left in me he stares at me angry.
I swallow the lump in my throat when he walks towards me again "you're horny and that's the only reason you're here" I state he stops dead in his tracks his face inches away from mine "you're only here for pleasure nothing else" I continue "at first it was an honest mistake but then it turned into a habit then I thought you loved me because why would you keep coming back?" I snorted tears pool in my eyes but I don't let them fall.
He wasn't worth it anymore "Jungkook I'm nothing but a game to you" I whisper "and I want out" I turn away from him his grip on my wrist stops me from walking away and he turns me to face him "tell me what I can do to prove you wrong!" His eyes pierce through mine he licks his lips "tell me what to do!" He says louder
I pull my hand out of his and stare into him intensely "I told you what to do" I swallow "because we can't keep doing this I'm done" I tell him walking to my room and I shut the door behind me.
He stood still even after the door had been shut, he was speechless.
Anger took over him he wanted to break your door open and have his way with you but your message was loud and clear so he turned away and closed the apartment door shut after him not wanting to argue with you anymore.
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A/N: Hey I feel really stumped with this imagine so I need your opinion please how should I carry this on? I'm sorry for any mistakes and for the short part your opinion on this matters so please help me out here!
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ma-gic-gay · 3 years
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TW: kidnapping (mentions), murder (mentioned, not gone into detail of), torture (again, just mentioned, not gone into detail of), sexual assault, hospital
He kissed her. With his crusty ass, never before heard of Chapstick, lips, he kissed her.
Oh, if only murder was legal.
"I'm so sorry he did that to you, Carly," he says, hugging her closer to him. "If I could, I'd kill him right now. I promise you. And I promise you, he will never be able to get near you or hurt you again. As long as I'm alive."
His blood boils as she continues, "I'm not sure if I can stand. He kicked me with steel toed boots."
How the fuck does someone feel like doing that? How does one get inspired to rape someone, to do something like this, traumatize them so severely?
"Do you want me to carry you out and into my car?" Jason offers and she nods, so that's what they do. The pair earn a few glances but everyone can sense he's not in the mood for questions, whatsoever, so no one asks any and they get into his car.
"Chase, he's going to ask me to recount what happened, right? Leave no detail out?"
"You won't have to answer any question that makes you uncomfortable or that you don't want to. Just tell me you don't want to answer it and he'll move on. I'll make him."
"You're not looking me in the eye," she notes. "Why not?"
"I don't know," he answers truthfully.
"Look me in the eye, Jason, and tell me everything's going to be okay," Carly requests and he does. He finally looks her in the eyes and it fills him with sadness and love and anger. Sadness because she's crying and because he can see the marks where she was slapped, where she was injured, where the duct tape was. Love because, well, that's just how they always are. Anger because of what Cyrus did to her. How Cyrus hurt her and only got mad he was caught. How much worse it could've been for her.
"Everything's going to be okay," he says, for both of their sakes before putting the seatbelt over himself and driving to the hospital. Yet again, he says screw you to traffic signs and speeds; she's clearly in bad shape.
Oh, Cyrus is going to die. Whether it be by his gun (preferable), or by someone else's, that bastard is going to die for doing this to her.
They get into GH, him carrying her still, and encounter Elizabeth. Hopefully Carly's not in the mood for a fight. "Jason? Carly? What's wrong?"
"Oh, I'm fine and dandy, Elizabeth. Just wanted to see your smiling face," Carly says sarcastically. Looks like she's still in the mood for a fight, even traumatized. "Can we get an ER bed for me and a doctor?"
"Yeah, sure," the younger agrees, leading them to a bed. "What kind of doctor do you need?"
"Just get me Dr. Finn. And Britt, god help me," the blonde instructs and Elizabeth's eyes widen. She knows. "What are you staring at, Lizzie?"
Scoffing, Elizabeth leaves before fighting her. Thank god. This would be a really fucking inconvenient time for it. She'd definitely lash out and say something stupid. "I know, I know, I shouldn't have picked a fight. Just couldn't resist."
"Well, the fight didn't happen, so you're good on that front," Jason half chuckles, putting her down on the bed carefully.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, just worried about you."
"Every time I close my eyes, it's like I'm back in that room and Cyrus is making out with me all over again and I felt so disgusted but he looked like he was having fun. Like I was a prize he had won, or like he was getting joy out of kidnapping me, like raping me would be the most fun he'd had in years," Carly says, sobbing almost silently through her words.. "And I can feel his lips against mine and it makes me sick because I don't want him within 100 feet of me, forget about kissing me."
"If I could, I would take this away from you. The pain and the everything you're going through. You don't deserve this," he informs her, brushing away her tears with his fingertips.
Anger and heartache are all he feels right now, seeing the normally so strong and passionate woman beside him breaking down and in pain. It's a painful thing for him to watch, even more painful for him to know Cyrus is going to probably live. Sadly. Sick bastard will probably not even be put in solitary.
He can't push down his emotions today, not with this. It's not great, but at the same time, it's not the worst.
"His lips were so crusty," she describes. "Like he'd never heard of Chapstick in his life. He clearly liked me, I could tell that, but he started stripping me while he was kissing me and I kept saying no, I tried to pull him off of me, but I wasn't able to. After he called you, it only got worse. It was like he was obsessed with me or something and so he kept going on and on about how I was his or whatever, how you would die if you tried to save me. That part scared me more than what he was doing, that he thought he was going to kill you."
"He wasn't able to. He won't be able to kill me, or live a life out of a solitary confinement maximum security prison ever. I promise you," Jason swears and she smiles.
"It felt like I was going to die there. Like the world was ending and I'd never get to see anyone I cared about again. I'd never get to get into another fight, or hug you again, or do something stupid and impulsive that you'd have to fix," Carly sobs quietly, "and I hated that thought. I know you don't like it when I do stupid things," he nods his agreement, smiling slightly, "but we all know that I'll do it again. And I, I kept thinking about you and the kids. Donna shouldn't grow up without a mother and I can't leave the rest of them without one. I thought about how you said you couldn't live with yourself if he killed me and how I wouldn't want you to suffer."
"We don't need to think like that, Carly. We're alive."
"Yeah, I know, but I don't think I'm able to close my eyes or stop talking because I feel like he's kissing me again and I'm in that room again. Not to mention, it killed the good memories we have in that room," she says and he pulls her in for yet another hug.
She, however, has a different idea and kisses him. Confused, he kisses back. No clue what inspired that, but now they're kissing. Again.
"Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Corinthos, would now be a good time for questioning?" Chase asks, awkwardly shifting his weight.
"Yeah, as good a time as any," Carly agrees as they abruptly end the kiss.
They've got to talk about that later.
"Alright, great. So, Mrs. Corinthos, where were you when you were kidnapped?"
"The Metro Court. I had been called in because we were sort a staff member and so I filled in. I was on my way out when I was kidnapped."
"And how exactly were you taken?"
"Against my will," she cracks, "by some dude who grabbed me and gagged me before putting me in the back of his truck."
That dude is dying too, the second Jason sees him.
"When you got there, did you know that Cyrus had taken you?"
"I figured."
"Did Cyrus assault you?"
"Yes. He, um, he slapped me across the face repeatedly because I rejected his advances and kicked me with boots," Carly says, beginning to sob again. "And if you're asking for sexually, yes. He kissed me, made out with me, and tried to have sex with me, after I said no, after I'd told him to get off of me. He jacked off in front of me with his hands and managed to get one of his fingers in me too. Cyrus stripped me down to my underwear and was probably going to take that off when Jason showed up."
Bastard, he thinks while even Jason is tearing up. It takes a lot to make him cry, much less she'd a tear, so everyone in the room can sense just how serious it is.
"Mrs. Corinthos, can you please describe what you went through to me, in detail?"
"Didn't I just do that?" Carly scoffs before whispering, "I can't answer this, I can't relive this. Not right now, at least. I just can't."
"It's best if we-"
"She said she can't relive it right now. Can you blame her?" Jason asks, glaring at Chase. "Move onto your next question, detective."
"That's really it. You two enjoy your evening. I'll be in touch soon."
Chase leaves and Carly breaks down again, sobbing loudly and worrying him even more than he's already worried for her. Which is really saying something, considering that he's about as worried as one can get.
Finn enters, with Britt not far behind him. "Sorry we took so long, I see my idiot brother pushed you too far. I'm sorry for him," Finn greets, earning a smile out of them all.
"Thanks," Carly accepts before changing the topic to medical things. "My legs are killing me, and I'm in physical pain practically everywhere. Cyrus slapped me, kicked me, punched me everywhere he could find skin. He, uh, he also jerked himself off in front of me and then managed to get a finger inside of me, so I need to make absolutely sure I'm not pregnant."
Everyone does a double take at that, Jason's hands balling into fists. Oh, the things he's going to put Cyrus through if he ever sees the light of day again. The tortures and violent attacks and emotional turmoil.
He's not a bad person, but he is fantasizing about killing one.
At the same time, right now, Carly needs him. More than anything, that's what she needs right now. And if she needs him, he's there for her.
"Alright. Well, do you mind if we take you up for some x-ray's? It'll only be for a few minutes and if you like, we can sedate you," Finn offers. "So you can sleep without dreaming of what just happened to you."
"If you want to be sedated, I can run all my tests while you are," Britt offers. "They're non-invasive, but it's always an option."
"Jason, what do you think?"
"If I were you, I'd go with the sedation," he offers up his advice.
"I'll take the sedative then, please."
They agree and have her sign some medical consent form before administering the sedative and taking her up for her exams.
Which leaves Jason alone with all the time until the sedative wears off, which he's been informed is two hours, to think and plan and think some more.
He should probably call her kids, let them know what's going on, but he's not sure if that's what she'd want right now.
So he doesn't, and he simply sits and thinks.
To be continued later in life when I'm not sleep deprived (well lol we can hope so it'll be continued tomorrow)
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simpinforyoongi · 4 years
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Hey that's my water! ~ Shy!Jungkook x reader
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Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff?? A bit of angst mAYBe like 0.002%, attempted humour but like, IDK how to make things funny ok don't attack me
Summary: Jungkook finished all your water while kinda confessing and you just ask him to give you time to get to know him. (and you're hoping that he doesn't change his mind)
{Note: This is my first imagine on Tumblr and I'd really appreciate any feedback and comments and notes. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it!!}
{p.s guess where the picture is from!}
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Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don-
You peek at the confused boy to your right who sighs for the umpteenth time in the past hour.
Focus y/n focus . It's your finals.
You look back down to your half finished paper and start writing again, but not before taking yet another sneek peek at him.
You know, seeing such behavior of yours, one would think that you're crushing on this cute boy, Jungkook.
Well, it's not fuLLY wrong, I mean, he's kinda cute,ok. But its not quite true either.
Well its just, its hard to resist such a baby face and honey-sweet charms, okay?? And the fact that you're a hoe for shy boys isn't helping at all
I'd say you're giving exams a run for their money when it comes to being avoided by Jungkook.
I mean the guy hasn't held eye contact with you ever for more than half a second!
That day when you bumped into each other? Nopity. One second he was there with books sprawled across the floor and the next second he wasn't. He didn't even look at you!
Then there was that time when the only seat available was next to you and the rest were near his "fangirls". Its fair to say he shared his meal with squirrels that day.
And then there was that day when the teacher had asked you to explain something to him since she was in a hurry and you were the only one left in class. That was probably the only time he directly talked to you.
By "talk" , I mean the low "yes" when you asked whether he had understood or not. That's it.
Those were the only times when you interacted. In the past year.
And that last time was like 4-5 months ago.
Weird, considering the fact that you share a good number of classes with him. Well maybe he's just too shy, don't stress over it you dumbass.
You put your pen down and stretch out. One gets stiff after sitting in the same position for so long you know.
15 minutes are still left on the clock.
Jungkook still seems to be writing.
Your eyes linger on his face for longer than you'd like to admit.
Ok but like
Damn
he has a sharp jawline.
Slice my throat with that jaw please
But still those chubby soft looking cheeks? Howww?? Then there are those doe eyes that hold the soft chocolate brown orbs.
Oh how you'd love to stare at them for hours on end. And tangle your fingers in the soft brown locks that are hiding his forehead. Your eyes wander down to the sweet brown pools of caramel that I mentioned a moment ago and you can't seem to avert your eyes from his.
.
.
wait.
.
He's looking at you.
.
Y/N HE'S LOOKING AT YOU
You instantly turn back around and stare your paper with such intensity that if looks could burn, the flimsy piece of paper would've been long gone by now.
Well that's an amazing way to initiate contact. Great job!
Since that creepy eye contact, you didn't even dare look at his general direction
Unknown to you, he was smiling since he caught you staring at him with a hint of a dreamy smile.
He thought you looked cute with blood rushing to your cheeks.
He should try to make you flustered more often. Actually he should've tried a lot of things.
But him being a wimp is getting in his way of even looking at you nicely.
After revising your paper, you hand it in and head out.
Anyways
yeET FINALS ARE OVERRR
Walking to the entrance, you make a list of all the delicious food you're gonna eat and get fat now while binge watching all the dramas that had to be kept on hold due to exam season TT
BUT FINALLY ITS OVER SNSMMDMD
YEEEHEE
The sun suddenly seemed brighter and the sky seemed bluer.
you put in your earphones and settled on a favorite after much thought.
Ah life is sweet
And then it isn't
As you neared the entrance, a group of boys caught your eye. What surprised you more than them staring at you was the fact that Jungkook was one of them.
They immediately went back to talking amongst themselves.
Huh
Anyyyywaaaayyysss its time to PARTAYYY
So there you were, minding your own business, skipping along the song and mouthing the words.
You know, beautiful life.
But this peace didn't last long when your tranquil venture was interrupted by heavy and fast footsteps behind you.
Oh shit what if its a kidnapper. Oh shit oh shit oh shit
Instinctively, you looked behind.
Jungkook
Oh wait it's Jungkook. Hah not a kidnapper.
Oh wait
its JUNGKOOK
What if he's here to talk about the weird eye contact.
OhMY GOD OH MY GOD OY MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMY-
He stopped right in front of you and you swore your heart would leap out and break dance in front of you any moment now.
He glanced behind him at a black van.
Oh wait maybe he IS here to kidnap me.
Good as long as the weird eye contact isn't brought up.
He looks back at you and you're like ????
He says hey
You say hi
And then you're just standing there.
He again looks back at that kidnapping van and this time some of those boys from earlier stick their heads out and give him a thumbs up and you're again like ????
"So ummm.. hehe.." Jungkook looks away from you and your hoe-for-shy-boys side is just really to jUMp out of your skin and on him
"hey you tryna kidnap me or something" you smile, trying to ease his extrEMely visible tension thats being emitted from him in squiggly Iines like those in cartoons and stuff
but you're like honestly confused???when he keeps opening his mouth and closing it like a fish trying to breath in air
and as cruel as it sounds but you haTE it when someone interrupts your music sessions and its not an exception this time either,
even though the reason of interruption is extremely pretty and you're entertained just by looking at him
"...heyyy??"
"oh um... well..its just.."
"You know what nevermind Jungkook. I'll do the rest"
you look to your right and
its one of those boys
and boYY HE'S just as pretty as Jungkook if not more and you'd think you're drooling but actually you're quite a composed lady so you just normally very un-creepily look at him.
Composed lady my as-
"Hi I'm Namjoon. I'm Jungkook's friend. And I'm just here to-"
"Hi iM YOUR HOPE YOU'RE MY HOPE IM J HOPEEE"
"Hobi cAlm down you're not calling yourself that"
"hiii excujje meee I'm Jimin nice to meet you y/n"
"jimin calm down and get insi- TAE DON'T PUSH JIMIN LIKE THAT"
"GoddAMnit I'm being sqUISHED you guys let me breath-"
"ah sorry hyung but its y/nnnnnn"
"thats not an excuse to FRIGGIN KILL ME Jimin!"
"i said I'm sorry hyung but come out meet y/n"
"wait but let me breaTHsjnxxn hoBIII"
"GUYS CALM THE HECK DOWN YOU'RE SCARING HER" namjoon yelled.
wow
Ok
"umm we're really sorry. Please gimme a sec" and then he was like guys get the frick in or I'll personally kick your asses to the moon and it was supposed to be a whisper but you heard it lolol
So you're standing there like.. ok hi nice to meet you all Im y/n and wait how exactly do you know my name again???
"Jungkook talks so muc-"
"aaAAAHHHA BBBBSHHH ye ye i told them about you haha ye ye that's why they know" and he's like furiously sweating and stuttering and you're like waah ok ok calm down I don't want you having a heart attack or something good god
"Anyways, hi I'm Namjoon and I'm a friend of Kookie here" he smiles and OH THOSE GOOD FREAKING DIMPLES SOMEONE DROWN ME IN THEM
"kindly ignore these savages here" and you find that really funny so you're like "lolol that's fine XD XD haha" and smiling and all
The rest of them introduce themselves and by the end, your name just sounds unreal because of all the "hey I'm y/n"s and did i mention each of them is like.. a freaking living masterpiece?? and like so so sweet, except the Yoongi guy, he's a bit quite but you can't judge because you're like that most of the times too but you're an amazing person and so might be he .
then you ask them why they are here
"so actually, we're here because," he looks at Jungkook, "Jungkook is a coward."
"huh???"
"well you seem like a sweet girl and we decided we'd get Jungkook to ask you to hangout but he is of course a coward and thats why I had to pipe in to save him because Jungkook really likes you a lot an-"
"AAAAAAAAABABABA BALAKLAVA CHOCOLATE CAKE BANANA MILK yes hyung I'll handle this you leave" and he's just pushing all of them back in the van like a sack of potatoes despite their protests and then they just...take off??
What the-?
"ehh??"
"um..ijustwannaaskifyouwannahangoutsometimemaybeifyouwant" his eyes are closed and nose is crinkled and you just wanna SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH HIS GHADDAMNED FACE
"uh what?"
"i..i just wanna..askifyouwannahangoutsometime"
"umm?? Sorry could you please speak a tad slower??"
and he seems like he's suffocated now, like his ears are just red and sweating even more and honestly he's worrying you now
"dude you okay?? You seem really red. Here have some water" Dude. Yes. You're cool unlike those fanfic girlies with their blushing and stuttering. You're a complete badass actua-
He takes the bottle from your hand and gulps everything down and you're just like hey thats my water! but you gave it to him to drink so you can't really say anything
and okay he really seems like a fish who just got dropped in a bowl of water after being on land for 3 days
yea wait that won't work he'd die so like
he really seems like a fish who got dropped in water after being on land for like 3 minutes
So ok he seems human now
"yes you were saying?"
"Uh...do you..um.. would you wanna hangout sometime? If you're free that is.. only if you want to though" and he's like blushing a little and just so cute and you just nsndnfnfkwk
But you're also like OoO
"i-i mean d-dont worry its not like a date or anything i mean if you want it can be a date but i don't think you want that so like its just normal two people hanging out and its just like I really like you you're really cute and i just wanna hangout and just-" he takes a deep breath
"uhh.." you look down.
He just kinda confessed to you so you're kinda ?!?!?!?! right now but you also don't like dating and stuff because? Why would you waste your time on someone when in the end you're gonna just get your heart broken and like, yea that might not happen but you'd just rather sleep
But like, this weird voice at the back of your head says that you should go for it even though you're breaking your rules but like rules are made to be broken you know but you're also scared but you really don't wanna say no to him cos
well you kinda maybe a little bit like him ok?
"uumm.." your brain still can't form coherent sentences
"it's ok. Don't worry." He says and you look up and he has this sad expression and you're like NXNFFDND DON'T BE SAD PLEASE HEAR ME OUT but of course you say that in a more composed way
Ms. Composed lady
"no Jungkook that's not what i mean um.. actually.." so you explain how you think its a waste of time and stuff and you also explain that you really really really wanna get to know him more
"so..can you give me some time? Please?? So at least I can have you as a friend if you don't like me anymore later??" and he seems to be thinking and you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind
"I'll take you for ice-cream!!" and that seems to convince him
"and banana milk too??"
"sure"
And the sweetest little smile dawns on his lips and he's just nodding his head and you're just UwU
"but you finished all my water though."
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