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igotanidea · 1 year

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Rom-com, doubts and older brother complex : Dick Grayson x sister!reader

„Hey you, how was the movie?” Dick grinned with the brightest smile upon seeing his sister back from the cinema. Said sister however was far from being happy. “Y/N?”

“Yes? I mean, yes, sure, hi Dickie. It was fine, I guess.”

“Oh no.” he muttered

“What?”

“You got that face.”

“What face?!” involuntarily she glanced at the mirror just to check whether her older brother was serious or just trying to prank her.

“Please tell me you are not psychoanalyzing the movie.”

“Psycho…..? What? Me? Pfff, never.” She scoffed

“Mhm. Sure.”

“I’m sorry, what is your problem here, Grayson?” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. “Honestly I came home hoping for some peace and quiet and I feel so attacked right now.”

“Are you doing this… what was it called….?” Dick scratched his head searching for the right word “watcher insert!”

“IT’S READER INSERT!”

“Well, it was a movie, so definitely watcher insert. And you practically admitted you do.”

“I DID NOT SAY A THING LIKE THAT!”

“You didn’t have to. Like I said, you got that face.” He shrugged, absolutely not convinced and unimpressed by her yelling.

“Ugh! You are insufferable!”

“Part of my charm, you know that. Now come on, come sit here and tell me what got you spinning, huh? As a big brother…..”

“Please, spare me the talk about oldest sibling and all the duties that come with it. I can handle my own shit.” She hesitantly perched on the armrest of the sofa, but Dick was not satisfied with that and grabbed her by the waist pulling next to him.

“Come on, sis, don’t be stubborn” he pinched her stomach getting a slap on the hand in exchange “that hurt.”

“Serves you well!”

“Ok, I’ll stop. Jokes aside. Get out of that head of yours and walk me through it ‘cause I don’t get it. You went to the movie theatre to have some fun ….unlike someone we know….. and came back stuck in thinking and, let me put it simply, melancholic. Not really a normal reaction after a young adult movie. It’s young adult, right?” he frowned

“You got that one right.” She sighed “I … I don’t really know. I mean, this movie was as cliché as possible and only confirm my belief that it’s not for me.”

“How come?”

“You know… nice girl, A-grade student, not knowing the bad side of life changes the surrounding, most likely moves out of the small town. And in the city, she meets a guy, a well-known trouble-maker and more often than not, a womanizer. Of course, she swears she wants nothing to do with him but after an hour or so, couple of fights and few misunderstanding they end up together, most likely in a X-rated scene. And after another half hour, some family drama or demons from the past emerges, but all ends well and you get those fucking singing birds, shining sun, doves and all that shit. I’m so too old for that. And I think I’m starting to get bored with such films.”

“Are you?” he looked at her carefully, voice turning soft not to startle her.

“Yes.” She made a face at him

“Y/n. You say you hate it, but …”

“Don’t you dare say it!” she jumped on the couch and jabbed his chest “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“I won’t. I’ll leave that to you. Come on, say it out loud so we can process that. No one else is here.”

“I’m sorry, since when are you my therapist?”

“Since Bruce provided all his kids with trauma and forgot to equip them with the specialist to fix it. Say it.”

“I wish I have a cliché love story.” She looked down and hid face in hands because of the embarrassment. “But I’m not exactly a material for it.”

“Why not?” Dick asked, grabbing her hands and making him look at her ‘is it because you have four vigilante brothers? That can go well in a movie.” He grinned “I bet Bruce would love a cinematic work of art about himself. Can you imagine the movie “Batman?” Two and a half hours of him brooding on the screen and saving Gotham, all while looking like a sad, tormented cat” he laughed and waved his hands around

“I got this at the manor whenever I want. And when I don’t want as well. So hard pass on that movie, thanks. Jason would love it though. It would give him an opportunity to point out everything wrong with Bruce. And Tim…”

“Nice try, but stop getting off the track. Why do you think you can’t have a love story?”

“Cause I can’t define myself.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dick’s eyes widened in disbelief “you think you need to put a tag on yourself? My lovely, crazy, irrational, foolish sister…”

“Look Dick, I’m a mess, all right? I can do hundred different things, but cannot excel in one. I start so many projects I don’t finish. I am disorganized, got plenty ideas per minute and it’s extremely hard to keep up with me. I'm stubborn, hot-headed and always need to do things my own way. ”

“So?” he shrugged

“What do you mean by so?" Y/N frowned "I don’t have routine, and apparently I’m supposed to. I’m not the best version of myself, I hate motivational quotes and I’m not sophisticated or elegant or even close to it. Shit, I hate dresses and skirts, my make-up is limited to the most basic one and I don't feel like I'm woman enough.”

“Ok, stop right there.” He cut her off “that last one is bullshit and as for the rest, why in the world would you think that eliminates you?”

“I… It just does.”

“Why?” he insisted

“will you stop this interrogation! Let me remind you, you are not a cop anymore!”

“Old habits die hard.” He blew a raspberry.

“Be a brother Dick. Sock me for wasting your time or hug me, just don’t do this….”

“Do you need a hug?” he asked opening his arms

“Yes, please” she mumbled, diving into his arms and hiding face in his shirt, smelling that familar scent. “This feels nice.”

“Told ya! Oldest brother. Now, since we are taking the comforting approach to the problem… all the things you mentioned are those what makes you, you. All right, pumpkin?” he bopped her nose “you could adopt someone else’s lifestyle, but would you feel better then? Doing all those things that does not seem like they are yours?”

“No…” she muttered

“See? You just keep doing your thing, ok? Cause when you do something that makes you happy, even if it seems like you’re a mess, you’re just glowing and that is what makes you special, you know.”

“Example?”

“You were writing, last night, and you had that focus and spark in your eyes. Nothing but you and your ideas, put in words on the sheet. You were just beaming. That was you. You don’t need to put a tag on yourself, believe me. It's not a competition or anything.“

"Really?" she pulled back and eyed him, raising one eyebrow "'cause you are absolutely not the one who would join The Bachelor, right?"

"That's irrelevant..." as much as he did not like it, her words made him blush a bit. (did she find that application form he hid under the bed?!)

"Let's agree to disagree" she grinned "I'll importune you for explanation on that matter later. And since we're on the subject, what about....?"

“Do you think me the role model on relationship advice?” he smirked, but a bit of sadness crept in “I made a lot of mistakes and speaking from experience, I can tell you just can’t hurry that. Just keep your mind open?”

"Did you just admit defeat in the romance matter, Dickie?" she mocked.

"Romance? Hell no! Just long-term relation..."

"Don't worry, big brother" she his his shoulder playfully "you keep my secret safe, I keep yours. But still, that’s the worst advice I ever got.”

“Maybe…” he tickled her tummy making poor girl squeal “think Damian would have better one?”

“He’s younger than me, sure as hell I’m not gonna ask him!”

“I’m serious, sis. Once you figure out who you are inside, even if it’s a bit complicated and come to terms with it, everything will fall in place.”

“Still the worst advice ever, but thank you for trying, Dickhead.”

“Doing my best for my little princess.”

“Ugh! Stop calling me that name!”

“You used to like it.”

“I was 7 years old!!”

“All right, fine, hold the fire” Dick raised his hands in surrender “Gosh, for someone who got so much fire inside, you suffer from too little self-value.”

“Four vigilante brothers can do that to a girl.”

“Y/N? I need you to promise me one thing.”

“Shoot.”

“When you get in a relationship you will let me act like big protective brother.”

“You may have to wait a while, but sure, it that’s your dream…”

“How about I play that role in a Nightiwng suit?”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY GRAYSON!”

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arsonlookers · 4 months

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IMAGINE

________zhongli x reader_____________________

You have been together with Zhongli for as long as you remember. You are also an immortal like him, you have ups and downs in your relationship. But in the end, you love him too much to be mad at him. Yes, you have been jealous of many girls who are beautiful and gentle the total opposite of you, who is an Archon known as the adepti who fought alongside Rexlapiz.

But he accepted you as you are and even asked for your hand in marriage after everything, the misunderstanding, the past with the Goddess of dust or the traveler, the pain. After all, it all matters only the ending, right?

You're happy with Zhongli, and this is the best ending you could have after millennials fight to build this city, to protect this land.

But imagine... after everything... The sacrifices... the happy and lovely moments, when you thought that it won't get any better than this. He asked for your hand a second time, but this time you can feel this is it. You know he loves you and he is sure this time. This is the happy END.

forward to the ceremony, it was simple and just a small ceremony with the people you loved and cherished. A simple and wholesome day, warm, sunny, and lovely as you can see him standing in front of the altar waiting for you to be his forever, his bride, for real. it was a tearful moment to watch.

Zhongli with his white suit, hair down, his charming smile while looking at you, waiting at the altar as you get closer to him and he stretched his hand unto you and smiled, you reached unto his hand and smiled back.

the ceremony was peaceful, the chirp of birds and rustling of trees and leaves as if nature approved of our marriage. and the moment you are waiting has come, the vows.

Zhongli, as he said his Vows to you and slipped a jade ring onto your finger "I promise to love you forever till death do us part, my beloved" and he looked at you with Golden melted color eyes looking at you with adoration

you smile and also state your vows, as tears start to slowly make their way into your eyes "I promise to love you Forever and forever till death do us part, morax"

After the vows you looked at each other and smiled, this moment is only for the both of you, this moment is special to both of you... especially to YOu.

like a slow motion in a movie, You close your eyes as you feel his hands on the back of your head slowly guide you for the Kiss, the kiss is ethereal, It is sweet... it feels real... It was lovely ... YOu love it...

You love every second of it, every moment, but as you open your eyes again, he is still there smiling... but frozen.

as a screen pops up and states:

[YOU HAVE ACHIEVED THE HAPPY ENDING WITH MORAX, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY AGAIN? ]

[YES] [NO]

after all everything ... every moment is not real... "But i love you" you mumbled in pain,

tear one after another, paired with chocked coughs pains.

realization hits , but even so, you look up the screen still in there, floating.

you reach for Zhongli's peaceful smiling face and kiss him one more time, hug him one more time, and whisper "I love you" one last time.

and smiled as a tear dropped in your cheek

"Love you forevermore morax"

as your hand click to choose ....

[YES].................[NO]

a/n: hello againnn~ so this is just a ramble there may be a part that is confusing but there are two endings to this it depends if you choose [YES ]or[ NO] but soon maybe I can do the other two endings. and in this scenario, Zhongli is a character in an otome game, and the player [you] is playing it because you likes Zhongli in the game. but more details on that later, I hope it is easy to understand... hehe

And if your reading this, THANK U FOR READING AND HAVE A GREAT DAY!!

#zhongli x reader #agnst #genshin fanfic #zhongli #genshin impact imagines #fem reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin #genshin morax #morax x reader #otome genshin thought #otome genshin au?#rex lapis #MAYBE LISTEN WHILE READING: MR LOVER MAN or DANCING WITH YOUR GHOST #or FICTIONAL MEN or FICTIONAL by khloe rose!

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vampirevatican · 10 months

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Performance

pairing - hobie brown x black gn! reader

genre/tags - 1.6k words, fluff smut, teasing, edging, porn w/plot, aerialist reader (pole and hoop)

notes - personally, i love shenanigans. i love the will they won't they, slow burn, anime walk-ins, misunderstandings that are more funny then frustrating. the target audience is me, did my damnedest to make it gender neutral tho, and i hope y'all enjoy.

summary - you and hobie have been together for awhile now. sharing in each other's company, chilling on his house boat, him visiting your apartment, movie nights and show binges, washdays, platonic to romantic cuddles. though something you never stopped doing was trying to catch him off guard.

You didn't expect for him to visit today and you weren't about to drop by his houseboat either. It was the weekend, on weekends you lounged around your home not intent on going anywhere unless you absolutely had to. Binging shows and being sprawled out on the couch was part of this weekend ritual. Comfy clothes, small bags of chips, drinks, a few cups, and a bowl were strewn about the coffee table. It's only Friday but to soak in the rest and fun of three days it was always better to get a head start. Sitting up from your comfy position you muttered, “Guess I better do something.” Lazing around for too long wasn't in your best interest. Usually, you'd fall asleep or have to remind yourself that doing nothing isn't bad.

Making your way to a room you set as a workout space but also a sort of gaming room. It was big enough that it could fit a whole desktop setup on one side, a pole in the corner, and a place to set up an aerial hoop. It was kind of a play place for yourself, another area to unwind but in a more active way. You started to stretch first as you turned on your favorite playlist to wind down too. Feeling your body become looser, easier to bend and do more, you hopped up onto the hoop. Holding onto the sides of the hoop you let your body bend over the bottom of bottom of it, using your leg to spin you slowly around. After a moment of just spinning, adjusting your body to the rigid circle, you sat up to try out routines to some of the songs on your playlist.

Being in the zone, and the music being loud, you didn't notice‘your boy’ walking through the front door. As you spun, did flips, legs spread to closed, from the top of the hoop to the bottom in a cropped tank and underwear. He didn't call your name, hearing the music he had a feeling you wouldn't hear him, but that's when his spidey senses kicked in. Rushing to the room you were in he stopped seeing you drop from the hoop and just hang on to it. Your eyes were closed, a smile on your face, and looking at peace. Hobie just leaned against the wall watching you. Landing on the floor you were about to head to your pole but upon opening your eyes you spot him.

"You like what you see?" and he just nods, walking into the room to sit down in your gaming chair. He's been in here before and even asked what the hoop and pole were for. Hobie definitely knew about the pole, he wanted to hear it come from your mouth, but you shut him down with an ‘exercise.’ being a bit distracted that day with your computer. Getting beside him, slightly bending over, you turn down the music and set up another song. "Looked absolutely stunnin' up there, how long you've been a' it fo'?" He leaned back a bit in the chair, deep brown eyes focused on you. "To get that good? Some years. Before you came in? A couple of hours at most." You smirked looking down at him, "What, you tryna get up there?" He shrugged, which was a sign for you to possibly teach him someday but noticing the way his pants seemed a bit tighter in one spot, it wouldn't be today.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you two were locked in a staring contest for a moment. That is until his eyes started trailing your body. Tracing your brown skin, your twists with added hair were pulled up into a bun and the parting was still fresh, though the baby hairs had sweated out a bit. "You just gonna stare at your peng black ting or are ya gonna say somethin'?" You mimicked his slang as your smirk turned into a smile and he mirrored it, letting out a low chuckle, "Low it, peng ain' enough to describe you righ' now love." He looked so relaxed in your chair, manspreading, hands on his stomach, eyeing you so intensely. Walking to the pole you told him to hit play on the music you had set up.

"What, you're gonna put on a show for me?" He said and was met with your eyes looking back at him with the same intensity, hand on your hip, "You don't wanna see some ass?" He was quick to listen to your request after that, swiveling from the computer and immediately to you. Watching you just made the bulge in his pants become more noticeable and the ache to do something about it stronger. The simple sensuality of the chorus and the picked-up moves and tricks when the song hit its verses. Sure he was horny as hell, but also enraptured by the skill. As the song slowed down you were wrapped around the pole, spinning slowly. The glow of the led lights around the room reflected on your brown skin in the same way it did his and his piercings. Etheral. That was the word that came to mind as he watched your little show.

"C'mere." He paused the music without looking and went to pull you closer, shooting a web at your wrist and you stumbled forward giggling. You sat on his lap and rolled your hips to which he tossed his head back and let out a low grown and a laugh of his own. Placing his hands on your hips and swooping in to kiss and lick at your neck. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up. Legs clinging to his thin waist, folding over each other. Your lips lock in a heated makeout session and before you know it he's looming over you on the bed.

His mouth trailing from you neck to your chest as he left kisses and marks on his way down his hand was in your underwear. Teasing at you as your low whimpers and whines told him just how much you wanted him. Hobie stopped, lifting your legs to be on his shoulders, "Get louder for me, you know you wan' to" Looking down at him, squinting as he shot you that all to confident smirk before eating you out, and now it was your turn to follow commands. Your small whimpers turning into moans and crys of his name. Hobie was always skilled getting you to be more vocal.

Hobie's mouth and fingers prepping you, pleasuring you to unbelievable heights, everytime without fail. Right before you reached your climax he stopped all together earning a frustrated whine and pouting from you. "Hol' on, can't let your hair being up go to was'e can we?" He helped you to sit up before getting off of you to take off his jeans; belts and chains falling to the floor. You couldn't help almost pouncing on him as you pulled down his boxers to reveal his dick. Taking a moment to just stroke at it, kiss and lick at the tip; hearing his own whines and pleas for more, you obliged.

Taking him in to your mouth and throat as much as you could before you started to gag slightly. Hobie always put your gag reflexes to the test, but you neverminded it. Everytime you gave him a blowjob his praise made you want to do more, hear him more and he always made sure to keep you at a pace that had you comfortable to drooling. Draping your arms around his waist as his hand guided your head back and forth on his shaft, he could feel himself getting closer and that's when you pulled away with one gentle lick to his tip.

Pulling him back on top of you by the hem of his shirt you whispered to him, "Enough teasing," Hobie slid off your underwear as you moved to help him and finished your sentence, "unless you want to be left high and dry tonight?" He shook his head, "Not my intentions a' all babe." Kissing and biting at your neck once more as he slowly slid in. There wouldn't be more teasing, but he always had to get some kind of comeback in if he could.

Feeling him bottom out inside of you, the two of you let out a groan of euphoria before your legs went around his waist again. His pace slow, his hands running up your sides and rubbing circles into your hips; to fast, those huge palms gripping your hips as praise and groans fell from his lips and to your ear. Hobie's face was nestled in the crook of your neck, your legs shifted from his hips to his shoulders, as he plowed into you. Going as deep as he could, "Fuck, got a... vice grip.." he muttered, barely being able to utter his usual flirtatious teasings. He was close; egging him on didn't do any better because you were just as fucked out and desperate to cum as he was. "Yea, then... cum for me baby.. let it all out.~" The ‘out’ became a scream of your oncoming orgasm as you felt him reach down between you two to help you along quicker. Releasing at the same time he helped you ride the wave of your orgasm by gradually slowing his pace before pulling out and swiping his fingers at your entrance to get a taste, you stared at each other again. Watching him lick his fingers clean, "After you've gotten ya rest, we can pick up again." He said then kissed your forehead before getting a towel to clean you up.

#hobie brown smut #hobie x black!reader #hobie x gn reader

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nana-mania · 1 year

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hi!! i love how your head canons aren’t ooc! for part 3 of red flags could you possibly do karasu and barou?? thank you literally love you 🫶🫶🫶

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 3 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : yoichi isagi , meguru bachira , shoei barou , tabito karasu

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : none

YOICHI ISAGI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Yoichi IS NOT toxic. He is a loving boyfriend who cares so much for you. But there are certain aspects of his that get on your nerve sometime. Yoichi is highly competitive whenever you play games with him and he is not even aware of this side of his. The way he would always glare when you win against him and how he would demand for a rematch many times until he wins. He will not stop unless you begin raising your voice at him. Yoichi can't really read your facial expression too. When you are angry at him and glare at him warningly to leave you alone, he thinks you're hungry instead. So he won't leave you alone to cool down and keep bothering you to eat. Yeah, he doesn't even know that he just adds more fuel to the fire instead of putting it out with water.

“Hey, why the grumpy face? You hungry?”

“(Y/n), stop avoiding me! What did I do??.”

MEGURU BACHIRA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Just like Yoichi, he isn't toxic and his red flags aren't technically bad. Meguru, in short term, is way too hyperactive. His energy is over the chart and it seems like he has way too much energy to spend that it's limitless. You can barely keep up with him especially when you both go out on date. It's never peaceful, it's full of STRESS. You keep losing sight of him and the next you know, you find him at game arcade playing Whack-A-Mole. The date feels more like babysitting a kid instead of spending quality time with your boyfriend. Meguru doesn't seem to understand personal boundaries too. He pulls pranks on you many times although you tell him not to. The pranks may be harmless but it pisses you off when he does it on daily basis. He is overly clingy and needy, constantly bothering you even when you're extremely occupied. He won't leave you alone unless his demands are met. It's tiring, dealing with him, but you love this part of Meguru too. You can't even scold him because you don't have the heart to do so.

“(Y/n), don't be so mean...cuddle me now!!”

“HAHAHAH! LOOK AT YOU! Drenched in water now!!”

“Don't care if you're busy. Let's watch some movies!”

SHOEI BAROU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Shoei is just too...dishonest and stubborn. To him, showing his true emotions and vulnerable side is considered weak. Hence, he is never honest with you. Not even once. He is persistently stubborn and unnecessarily harsh toward you most of the time, although he doesn't intend to hurt your feelings. He never thank you when you give him gifts, he never smile when you confess his love to him and he never show any sign of him loving you. Although he actually loves you a lot. This leads you to believe he just forces himself to date you which explains his cold-heartedness toward you. When misunderstanding breaks out between you and him, his ego will not allow him to mend the relationship. This extreme tsundere side of him is destroying his relationship with you. The relationship could have been the healthiest one ever if only he chooses to be honest.

“Do I love you or not? Are you blind? We're dating, it's so obvious. How could you ask such stupid question as if you're doubting me.”

“Why the hell I need to show efforts? Being together is enough.”

TABITO KARASU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Tabito is kind and caring. However, his hatred for surprises always annoy you. His reaction toward the surprises you specially prepare for him is immensely disappointing. He just stares at the gift you did your hardest to get for him, only for him to scowl at you and scold you for surprising him. Even though the gifts are actually something he has always dreamed to have. He may accept the gifts, but he never thank you for them. He just looks moody all day after receiving the surprised gifts. And the next time you decide to give him gifts, he just chooses one straight out from any shop and let you pay for it. Tabito is also too observant. He knows too much about yourself just from analyzing your behavior patter and many more. Sometime, he brings out topics you never ever want to mention to anyone, even him. He thinks he is qualified to give you advice to resolve your situation although you never ask for any. Sometime, he even questions why you keep stressing out over the same reasons and doesn't hesitate to ask you about it. this side of him really gets on your nerve. He isn't helping, he makes you feel worse and annoyed with him.

“Why can't you understand such simple rule? I don't like surprises."

“Why don't you do this to solve your issue? It's so obvious to think of this from the beginning.”

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

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moonbyulsstuff · 2 years

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Dating Them: Headcanons Lookism Male Version.

The Characters: Vasco, Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Eli Jang.

GN Reader.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Daniel Park:

Oh boy, this male would be an absolute simp towards you.

He would do literally everything for you and try to make you comfortable.

This boy has doubts about himself thinking he wasn’t good enough for you but you always reassure him that he was enough for you.

This is like a puppy, whenever you complimented him. HIs face would light up and whenever kiss you him, pat him in the head. You thought there’s tail wagging behind him.

He would also protect you from any danger considering how this male can fight.

And since this male doesn’t have any fashion sense, you would be there to try to help him choosing a fashionable pair whenever you two go out.

And if you were loaded, you would spoil the hell out of Daniel which make Daniel feel bad since you were spending so much money on him but you always reassure him that it’s alright.

And whenever you two go on dates.. it would be hectic at times.

Like one time, Daniel got into an argument because some guy thought he was interested with his girlfriend but no, you were actually behind the girl making the big misunderstanding embarrassing for the male.

And another one where you got into a fight with some girl because she was flirting with Daniel when you two were in a date and she wouldn’t back off when he told her that he was in a relationship with someone else.

So... yeah but there were peaceful dates so it’s not always hectic at all.

Daniel would try to surprise with gifts even though he doesn’t have a lot of money but you would appreciate whenever he would buy you gifts.

And whenever you were feeling down, he would cuddle with you or watch a movie with you and litter you with kisses.

Overall, you two love each other very much to the point it would give someone diabetes.

And, do you know he has two bodys? I don’t know. It’s up to you ;)

Eli Jang:

Eli is extremely overprotective of you.

Which would make sense since he has a lot of people going after him so he wants to make you are always safe.

Eli would get you little gift as well and you would the same.

He was absolutely weak towards you, especially whenever you smile at him.

He would also massage your shoulder whenever you felt tired or that body felt sore.

He deeply cares for him and he can’t forgive himself if you ever get hurt.

Eli would also try to cut your hair but you knowing how bad he is at it, you politely declined but you would let him style your hair.

But of course since the male has a lot of fangirls, they constantly stalked you two and was jealous at the fact that you were dating Eli. But now they stopped doing it since Eli had scolded them which embarrass them a lot.

You also babysit Yenna whenever he has to go to work and she absolutely enjoys your presence and one time Yenna had called you mom/dad, which brough tears in your eyes and Eli was happy that Yenna had acknowledge you as a parent.

He is also careful with your feelings ever since Heather, he doesn’t want to lose you too because he was too careless.

Every once in a while, he would give you a flower and you don’t know what type of flower he would give you next time.

He’s always like to cuddle you and likes to be called a good boy so be sure do it to him.

He would go “talk” with the person whoever made you cry.

If you feel upset because something happened and not because of a person, he would style your hair and cook your favorite food or watch TV with Yenna.

Jay Hong:

Just like with Daniel, this male is an absolute simp towards you and do anything for you and would spoil you.

He’s like a dog as well, whenever you praise him. You swear that there was a tail wagging behind him whenever you did it.

He is very protective of you and get’s jealous easily.

He also send you little gifts as well and it’s usually expensive gifts that he would send you which would make you feel bad actually, so you would buy gifts, litter him with kisses or anything that he likes.

He would also let you see his face without his hair covering his face at times if you want to.

Jay always like to lay his head on your lap and always demands it at times.

He basically like being pampered by you, like a lot.

And you two would take care of the puppies together.

If someone made you cry, he would go to the person who made you cry then... I don’t know. Jay never really tells you what he does to them.

But if you were feeling upset because something happened and it wasn’t cause by a person, he would take you to the park or play with the dogs or just stay in the house and cuddle with each other.

Vasco:

Considering how dumb Vasco is, it’s quite amusing to see him get all flustered whenever you kiss or hold his hand. And it wasn’t helping him that the rest of Burn Knuckles would teasing him about it sometimes.

He would quite dumb at times and misunderstand on whatever you were saying at times but it got a laugh out of you.

Vasco would give you flowers everyday.

He would pick you up and put you in his shoulder as you two walked around school or outside, chatting with each other.

He would pout whenever he’s jealous.

And he gives the best hugged! Like no joke, his arms wrapped you making you feel safe but also because of how big his arms is.

You also like his beards and you kike rubbing your hands on them which he let’s you do because it feels nice.

He would also sometimes flex his muscles to you as you compliment him a lot which boost his ego by a long shot.

Whenever someone made you cry, he would go to that person and talk with them.

But if you were feeling upset because something happened and it wasn’t cause by a person, he would hug you and whisper sweet things to you or try to make you laugh which you really appreciate it a lot.

Zack Lee:

Just like the other two, Zack is an absolute simps towards you.

He’s just weak whenever you were around and always follows your orders.

You were the reason he practice boxing even more so he could protect you from the bad guys.

He had kept his hair slick back but once you mentioned that you like when he’s hair is a little messy, he started styling his hair a little messy since you like it.

He would give you little gifts, like a couple bracelet and promise rings.

He gets jealous very easily and try to fight the person who was flirting with you, but you were there to held him back.

He would stunned whenever you kiss him which makes you chuckle a lot.

You were always there to patch him up if he got into a fight.

He likes his hair being played and whenever you two cuddle, he always ask you to play with his hair which you always obliged.

He doesn’t like seeing you cry so he would comfort you before finding the person who made you cry.

But if you were feeling down because something happened and not by a person, he would cook your favorite food or cuddle and watch movies with you.

#lookism #lookism x gender neutral reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #webtoon #headcanons #zack lee #daniel park #eli jang #jay hong #vasco #euntee lee #🌙moonbyulsstuff_work

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snowflakeanimelover · 8 months

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A Misunderstanding That Leads To a Gift

Relationship: Doctor Stephen Strange x Female reader

Fandom: Marvel Universe, Doctor Strange, (Pre-movie)Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: Spoilers of beginning of the movie Doctor Strange: MoM, other than that nothing else of the movie is mentioned, a little angst, lots of backstory, cute, fluff, major fluff, kisses, Wong deserves a hug, fight, argument, jokes, hot doctor strange because yes, hugs, friends to lovers, kinda shy reader, nice reader, A LITTLE SPICY AT THE END

Summary: Reader has known Doctor Stephen Strange since medical school. She doesn’t know how she grew to be friends with him, despite his horrible personality, and even grew to like him. But as time passes, and the doctor comes back better than ever, especially as a hero, their relationship becomes more. But all hope and happiness can be changed quickly, all because of a misunderstanding. Reader starts to get tired of his many excuses of canceling their plans to hang out, but what happens when a little misunderstanding somehow brings them closer?

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Author note: Helllooo it has certainly been a long time since I’ve written a one-shot on here….very sorry! Will probably be writing more Doctor Strange stuff cause I am currently obsessed with him. Also write this one-shot in one go and my fingers burnnnn. Anyways, hope someone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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It was just for one night. (Y/n) had to remind herself that not only was this the fiftieth time he had canceled on her, but that he was also a hero and could be very busy. She couldn’t be mad at him. She understood his reasons, even though his reasons were quite stupid before he became a sorcerer.

(Y/N) knew Doctor Stephen Strange back in medical school. He was a cocky bastard who only cared about fame and money. He would turn down so many suffering patients, only because their problems weren’t interesting enough and didn’t improve his reputation as the best doctor around.

Why was she friends with a guy like him? You may ask. Well, only she knew the soft side that he kept hidden. She wasn’t sure how it happened, or doesn’t really remember how they met in medical school, but she knows him to be a soft character on the inside.

Back before he became a sorcerer and learned magic, he was a man who loved his job only because of the money and being the most popular doctor out there. (Y/N) found herself having peaceful and meaningful conversations with him quite often…that was his soft side. He joked, had witty comments, and was kind enough to give small gifts for her birthday or for major holidays. She even noticed the soft smiles he’d give her at the end of their conversations before they had to depart and take care of a patient.

But because he was so busy as a famous doctor, (Y/N) and Stephen never went out on friendly hangouts, like normal friends, as much as they’d liked. There were times where they celebrated, and Stephen asked (Y/N) out to a nice dinner. (Y/N) did her best to bring him out at times, too.

And he had said he enjoyed their time together outside of work.

Yet, deep down, (Y/N) knew he’d rather be with someone else than her. She knew Christine Palmer, a fellow and nice doctor, to be in his eyes at all times. (Y/N) always caught him staring at her from time to time, even while in the middle of a conversation, and as she stood at the end of the hallways.

It was hard on (Y/N). And being her usual caring self, she left it be and gave them space. She figured that she’d find someone else. As time passed, she didn’t find anyone to keep her company for the rest of her life, but she did become close once again with the famous Doctor. Although, now….he’s a hero.

“Magic…?” (Y/N) was appalled. Thrilled, even, by hearing what he could do now. He was gone for months and he comes back with some magical abilities and a new look. She had to admit the new look…looked rather good on him.

She also noticed the way he smiled more. The deep fame-craving demon inside of him so long ago has now disappeared and is replaced with adventure, curiosity, and maturity.

He had changed. And in a good way.

Stephen smiled briefly, one corner of his mouth tipping upwards, almost covered by his fancy mustache. “Yeah. Weird, isn’t it? Never thought I’d come back with…this,” he gestures to his new outfit. Ancient-like styled blue robes covered his body, as well as a vibrant red cloak hanging off of his shoulders. A gold oval case-like medallion was positioned on his chest, attached to his clothes.

(Y/N) had to admit that the outfit had her staring longingly at him more.

“That is…weird,” she says slowly, trying to gather her thoughts, “in a good way! Of course…I mean, it’s super cool.”

“You think so?” He starts, but puts a finger up as if to stop her from saying anything yet, “Wait, the outfit, or the magic?”

(Y/N) lets out a giggle, “Both, actually. Both are really cool. The outfit…I think it suits you.”

Stephen keeps his smile, “Well, at least I have that going for me. Your opinion means a lot.”

And since that encounter, they have gotten even closer. He tries to hang out with her as much as he can, when he isn’t trying to save innocent lives and the entire world or universe. At some point, it became a bit difficult for him to arrange any meetings, so he came to a conclusion.

“Visit the Sanctum?” (Y/N) could feel her jaw drop at the thought of being in such a sacred place. Well, she knew it wasn’t really sacred, but it was an important place for the sorcerers. She had never been there, and had only heard so much by the doctor himself and his companion, Wong. “I did…say it right, right?” The many vocabulary words spoken by the sorcerers is a bit much for her brain to handle.

Stephen chuckles at her last question, softly patting her hand. The soft wind in the park fought against the few black strands of his hair that had escaped his specific hairstyle. They sit on the bench, talking about their lives and what they missed.

“Yes, you said it right. And yes, you should visit. In fact, you can visit anytime. I’ll be there most of the time, anyway.”

The excitement (Y/N) felt of seeing him more often than not was almost overwhelming. She could tell he could see right through her, about ready to bounce off the walls with questions and happiness.

Since then, she had come by the Sanctum practically everyday, when she wasn’t busy. She felt as if she had no place but by Stephen’s side. Usually, on his most busy days, she sat and read a book, or asked Wong a few questions while Stephen worked and studied.

It came to a point where they set up a guest room just for her. In case she ended up staying far later than usual and she had a room to sleep in.

But not all things were to go as smoothly as she’d like.

The past few times of trying to go out to a meal, go for a walk, or anything else, Stephen had canceled on her. (Y/N), at first, didn’t mind at all. He was a busy man and had good reasons to cancel. Such as saving lives. (Y/N) even noticed how much he cared about her feelings when he canceled. She hadn’t ever heard him apologize so much in her life.

Then one night, he canceled on her once again. But this time, (Y/N) was very upset about it. She couldn’t do anything about it, though, as his reason was going to save the world once again.

In fact, she was so upset, she tried to avoid seeing the doctor as much as she could. She figured that stopping by the Sanctum one early morning to return a book she borrowed from Wong could help her not run into Stephen…but it was too difficult to say no to Wong when he offered her to stay for breakfast.

The tension in the room was heavy, (Y/N) noticed, as she quietly ate her breakfast. It was quite good, actually, and she always enjoyed the rare moments Wong made meals. She tried to keep her eyes trained anywhere but on Stephen, who sat at one end of the table, also eating his breakfast. His usual blue robes were on. His ‘work clothes’ he called them.

The silence was almost too much to stay in the presence of. (Y/N) tried to eat her breakfast quickly, without it being obvious, so she could leave. But Wong cleared his throat before she could shove the last few mouthfuls of her food, grabbing their attention.

“So…am I missing something, or did you two get in a fight?” The man finally asks, breaking the awkward silence.

They sure did get in a fight the night he canceled on her. She snapped at him over the phone on accident, but the deed was done and she actually felt good about saying something to him. It felt good to let out her frustrations once in a while, instead of holding them in. Since that phone call, they hadn’t really been talking to each other.

When the two didn’t respond to Wong, he decided to shrug his shoulders and leave it be. “I see. It’s none of my business,” he says, backing off, “Anyways, I heard Christine is having a wedding. Are you two going to go?”

(Y/N) remembers the invitation Christine sent her, and how happy she felt at seeing such exciting news. But her mood sours once again when Stephen nods. “Yes. Well…maybe. I don’t know yet,” he stumbles over his thoughts.

“Ah, well, I would assume so since you went to help her the other night. How did that go, by the way?” Wong asks innocently.

The loud clang of (Y/N)’s fork hitting the glass plate echoes throughout the room, causing the two men to freeze and look at her. She had never held such a mighty glare towards the man she loved. And she can tell it’s affecting him, by the way he flinched as soon as their eyes met.

Stephen helping Christine with her wedding wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it wasn’t, since they are close friends. But (Y/N) remembers Stephen being so busy lately, he hasn’t had a chance to hang out with her. So when in the hell did he have the time to help Christine?

“When was this?” She grits out past her teeth.

Wong leans back in his chair, slightly concerned by his friend's reaction. “Two nights ago, I believe?”

“You canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding?!” (Y/N) snaps, abruptly standing up from her chair.

Stephen jumped at her words and stood up, as well. “No, no!” He blurts out, his hands flinging up in some kind of surrender. “It’s not what it looks like-“

“Not what it looks like!” She scoffs, “Stephen! Those plans were important to me! I got a promotion for my dream job, something I have wanted for a long time, and we planned it! Way before your little date with Christine!”

He looked taken aback by her words, a little confused on why she called it a date when it wasn’t anything close to it. Hell, she’s getting married to another man. “Date? (Y/N), you need to calm down and let me explain-“

“Yeah, when pigs fly!” She huffs, but points a finger at him after she realizes what she said, “don’t even think about it.” Stephen nodded, fighting a smile at her random and aweful comeback. “What I mean is that you can think about what you did and apologize to me. That night was important to me, Stephen, and you lied to me about it! You said you were saving the world! …I thought we were friends…”

(Y/N) doesn’t give him time to respond as she walks out of the room, as fast as she possibly could without tripping and making a fool out of herself. She ignored the call of her name by the doctor as he ran after her.

“(Y/N), stop!” His raised voice almost startled her, if she weren’t so upset.

She didn’t stop, though. But suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she finds herself walking right through a sparkly portal and right behind Stephen. She was still in the same hallway, just transported farther back then she just was. “Don’t you dare use your magic on me!”

Stephen turns around and places a firm grip on (Y/N)’s upper arms before she could walk off past him. He looked annoyed more than anything as a heavy sigh leaves his lips, struggling just a little against her nudges of getting out of his grip.

“Would you just…listen?”

Realizing he wouldn’t let her go anytime soon, (Y/N) holds her breath and stays still, allowing him to continue. “Look, yes I canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding plans, but,” he pauses, his light blue-gray eyes looking right into (Y/N)’s, “Christine told me there was going to be a fireworks show at this restaurant in a couple of days. I wanted to ask you to move our dinner to that day, so we can properly celebrate your promotion…”

His voice was so soft, it was starting to get difficult for (Y/N) to be mad at him anymore. In fact, all she felt was guilty at hearing his words. He didn’t cancel their plans just to hang out with his past crush, he canceled because he wanted to make better plans.

“But you yelled at me over the phone before I could explain that… so, I’m sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“Oh, Stephen…” she gasps lightly, feeling her eyes burn as tears well up, “Oh my god…no, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I’m such a horrible friend…” she stresses. Her hands ring through her hair as she looks away, too embarrassed to look at him.

Stephen doesn’t say a word while he brings her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her back and softly rubbing it to comfort her. “It was just a misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about…I was trying to figure out how to tell you.”

A few tears slip down (Y/N)’s cheeks, her head resting against his chest. He rocked their bodies back and forth gently, soothing her to an extent. She could feel his chin resting on the top of her head. She felt so at home in his arms. “God…I’m so sorry, Stephen. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips, his chest rumbling at the action, “Yeah. Go to dinner with me. As a date.”

She couldn’t help but to gawk at him as soon as they separated, her eyes so wide the man smiled in triumph. “A…a date? As in, like…”

“A couple, yeah,” he concludes. His hands rub her shoulders from time to time, as if he didn’t want to let her go, “If you’ll have me…that is.”

It took (Y/N) a few moments to realize she was still holding her surprised expression, making the sweet moment a bit awkward. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, her head nodding as she tries to find the words. “U-uh, yes! I mean, yeah…of course, Stephen…”

The doctor smiled so wide, it was quite heartwarming for her to see. She smiled, too, at their new relationship. She didn’t know what to do next. Her body practically rocked on its own as she stood there, her eyes having a hard time looking into his. (Y/N) could feel her cheeks grow warm by how embarrassing this was.

Stephen took the liberty of moving his hands from her shoulders to cupping her cheeks, bringing her to look into his eyes. He slowly moved in, lips softly connecting with hers in a slow, heated kiss.

It felt as if it lasted for an hour, but it was only a few seconds. It was slow, passionate, sweet, and so warm, she didn’t want him to stop. Their eyes briefly open when their lips separate and their breaths fan over each other's faces as they try to regain what little air they lost.

Love is what (Y/N) saw in his eyes as they stared at each other. And she felt all the more connected with him. No words were spoken, too busy studying the face of the other. Studying what feelings they had for each other. And, soon, their lips lock once more.

This time was more heated than the last.

“I’ve always wanted to do that with you…” Stephen mumbles between kisses, unrelenting of letting her go.

(Y/N) giggles at his words, realizing how cheesy they were, “Me, too.”

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Bonus(Kinda spicy):

“So, uh…why did you lie to me? You know…why didn’t you say you were helping Christine?” (Y/N) decides to bring up later that night. Her body was snugged up under Stephens arm as they read some books together. A quiet, perfect moment, to cuddle and for Stephen to work.

She could feel the man go tense under her body, and he smoothly rubbed her arm with the arm that was hanging on her shoulders. “I…uh…panicked,” he says slowly, turning a page in his book.

“Panicked?” she repeats, scooting herself back a little to look at his face. He met her eyes before he raises his eyebrows in question, “Doctor Stephen Strange…panicked? Never thought I’d see the day…” she mumbles, turning back to her book.

He scoffs, wrapping his arm over her shoulder once more, “Really? It was difficult to say the truth when you were yelling at me for canceling again. Figured it’d make things worse…”

(Y/N) hums, her head finally leaning back against his chest as she read, “You deserved that, by the way.”

“Are you trying to stir something up?” he sighs, faking to sound annoyed. She could feel his breath against her neck as he closes in, his warm and soft lips touching her skin as he softly kisses the spot, “‘cause it’s best not to start something if you think you can’t finish it.”

A giggle escapes her lips when he carefully takes the book from her hands, his body leaning more and more onto her and against the couch, trapping her under him. “You think I can’t finish something I started?” her lips touch his in a quick, passionate kiss, “because I’m ready to prove you wrong.”

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ROTTMNT X TMNT- How to write around Post-Movie Rise being overpowered

Want to write a rottmnt meet tmnt fic? Well here’s some ideas on how you can write the rise crew with all their powers but still include your 87/03/12 bros in the fight!

1. The Rise Crew are dumbasses.

When you’re turtles that fall for ‘teetlze’, there may be a plan or two where they fall for the silliest of things. Like even a 87 shredder plan right along with the 87 turtles. Or they crave fun and get in a little trouble. Like. IDK. They were doing stunts and crashed into tar pits. Got trapped in the Turtle Tank. Got distracted and are trying to get a weapon that got lodged into concrete/a building out. Or a skateboard out of a tree, and are making the situation way over complicated. Get creative.

Maybe they forgot a mission, or got lost because of a silly reason. Like, they wrestled and fell off a cliff. Maybe down a river. Make Leo get hit too hard and comidically woozy. (Or a tranq dart.) Yeaaaahhhh surrrre. I’ll teleport you guysss… *teleports to France.

Maybe they said they’d meet separately at the beach/fun place. But the 87/03/12 crew get attacked and the Rise crew is just chilling wondering where they’re at. “Oh no! They can’t hear them! The music’s blasting too loud!”

2. The Rise turtles are loud.

Sure they can sneak, but will they? Plus things like to explode after the sneaking. (03/12 tmnt are kind of like this too honestly.) Point is maybe they’re like “All in favor of leaving (The Mad dogs) team behind say Aye.” “Aye.” For a stealth mission. Could add 03/12 Raph wanting to include Mikey in that.

They could be put on ‘support’. Rise Leo’s teleporting could leave to a last second save, Rise Donnie’s pods too (he would probably put trackers in his counterparts as soon as he could, also blood samples). Rise Raph could prevent the building the others are inside from collapsing. Actually all of the Rise crew could catch them from falling to their deaths or hold back a giant enemy’s strike.

3. Put out of Commission.

There’s a couple ways the Rise Crew could get put out of commission that isn’t getting hit too hard. Being temporarily blinded by tear gas (they jumped in first), allowing them to still fight but being the ones reliant on whoever they’re with. Tranquilizers would incapacitate them for like an hour or less. Similarly, getting poisoned with a lethal dose that’d kill the other teams. The way Draxum made them allowing these toxins to be less lethal to them. Magical traps, magic/alien restraints, or captured with the highest/most durable alien tech could also get interesting.

4. Let the Rise Crew take on the Big threats.

Like on how Rise Raph will act like a shield for his bros by taking on the enemies his size, the Rise crew’s focus can be set towards the larger than a building enemies, like (12) Traaq and Granitor, (03) Nano, etc. They could defeat/distract a shredder, attack a technodrome, or handle a way too large foot/Kraang army Leatherhead/03 Triceraton style while the 03/12 team handle the other stuff. Or worse, the Rise crew could fight some of THEIR old enemies.

As strong as the Rise crew are, both 03 and 12 have 12/13 tech/steel that’s very strong and durable. And both are used to defeating threats ‘way out of their league’. The 87 turtles can cleave through ‘technodrome’ mechs like butter. Just something to consider.

5. They are the Big Threat

I’m not the biggest fan of feral Rise. They lean more violent/murdery than in character and small bruising. I love comedy, shenanigans. But that doesn’t mean the Rise crew being brainwashed isn’t a good plot line where the other alternate brothers must save them. From 12’s parasitic wasps, neck brainwashing devices, to 03’s utrom/Baxter Stockman tech: duplicate robots looking/fighting like them, simulations turned violent, you can get a couple ideas from all the shows. Or how about misunderstandings? 03 doesn’t have Krang, but peaceful utroms. The Rise crew might start fighting before learning from 03 crew or the Utroms themselves that they are not a threat.

Bonus, Conflict

I think the 03 and 12 bros might see the Rise crew as another 87 initially. They’re all silly, funny guys that like to dance and party. Including Funny One Donnie. The 87 team and Rise would get along great, thick as (pizza) thieves. Have a way too strong enemy? Well maybe the Rise crew is 87’s plot armor while they fight side by side. 03 would be most responsible (excluding Mikey), and be quick to warm up to the Rise crew. And be willing to train with them, give them advice/lectures. 03 Raph would like Donnie, 03 Leo would like Raph for sure.

It’s the 12 crew that I think they would have the most conflict with, (except Mikey). Instead Rise Mikey kicks him (and 12 Leo, and the 87 crew) violently out of the kitchen, and would just be the most reasonable Mikey. Rise Leo would lead/ partake in shenanigans with anyone willing and switch like a lamp on (at least serious) missions.

The Rise crew are used to listening to Raph, they trust Raph. Maybe they trust 87/03/12 Raph. It’s a bad idea. Maybe Rise Donnie wants to do comically- villain lethal options instead or just argue against the Leo’s’ plans. Like a Raph. Maybe he fist fights 12 Raph. But they become friends after.

Maybe Rise Leo wants to have fun. Maybe he claims to be the cool Leo while secretly wanting to impress the other Leos but 12 Leo hates him. Maybe Donnie claims he’s the cool Donnie but 12 Donnie hates him. Really hates him, with a seething jealousy. Maybe 12 Donnie is plotting murder 12 Casey style. Maybe Rise Donnie loves playing around with weapons with 03 Raph and destroying things with 12/03 Raph.

I just actually like the idea of each of the Rise turtle not getting along with their 12 counterparts. Instead Rise Leo gets along with 12 Mikey via pranks (and Dimension X and how they feel about their place in their team). Maybe 03 Mikey too. Rise Raph gets along great with the the Leos (and Splinter?), leadership and training. Donnie would get along great with the Raphs. I think he and 12 Raph would both think 03 Raph is SUPER cool. And Rise Mikey would get along well with the Donnies being the ‘reasonable’ one of the Rise crew. Rise Mikey I believe helps his Donnie in the lab, steady hands. And probably knows the classical music composers, etc. Maybe Mystic Mike, practicing his magic, is great at meditation, magic, and gets great talks with Splinter. Rise Mikey could finally give 03 Don some therapy. …And maybe any of the other traumatized turtles.

Transversing the multiverse

Is actually easy. Maybe let it be. They could go back and forth, and the real conflict can be the enemies they face/are investigating.

87 has a device from the 12 crossover, and that can just built a device no sweat. 03 still probably has their device from Turtles Forever (unless 87 has it?). 03 has the Daimyo from their battle nexus that can travel dimensions with his staff. 12 has Krang portals. 12 had a magic wand they lost. The Rise crew has Leo and Mikey’s portals and their Donnie. If the others could create bridges so can Rise D. He has the most advanced tech, a comedic-looney tunes logic/4th wall breaking touch like 87, and has pictures of 12 and 87 on his conspiracy board. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sent a toaster back in time, I’m convinced that Donnie had drafts for a time machine already but the Kaang invasion left alternate-future him with a lack of resources Cass-Apocalypse style, those drafts destroyed with the lair, and/or new prototypes destroyed. Future him Raph a robot body like 12 Don did to himself before something happened that didn’t allow Rise D to make one/be transferred into one for himself. There’s no way Rise Donnie is taking more time to make a portal gun longer than a Turtles Forever movie.

#I have ideas but since it’ll take forever for me to write a fic I’ll share a few of them #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 1987 #turtles forever #turtles forever II

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rebelliousstories · 2 years

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Relationship: Austin Butler x Reader

Fandom: Austin Butler RPF

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,048

Main Masterlist: Here

Elvis/Austin Butler Masterlist: Here

Summary: When Austin sinks further into his role of Elvis, a reminder of home shows up in Australia.

He was having a rough time. Austin was smack dab in the middle of filming for Elvis, but he was tired. He was exhausted from the long days on set, and even longer days when he had rehearsals or coaching. It was a never ending source of exhaustion. Don’t misunderstand; he loves his craft and the ability to show the world he’s more than just a pretty boy to show for a few minutes in a TV show or movie. But it was exhausting portraying Elvis. Especially when he was a perfectionist about this.

“Alright, let’s call it a day here. Thanks everyone. Austin, come ‘ere.” Baz called out. Austin obliged and walked over to the director. Despite being an actor, he couldn’t act his way out of the tiredness that over took his face. The white haired man took notice of Austin’s behavior today. He was forgetting lines, stumbling over movements, yet still giving his 100%. He refused to not give this performance his all, even when he looked like he was about to collapse.

“Austin, you’re exhausted buddy. Go get some food and rest, okay? Start fresh tomorrow.” The man nodded at Baz, clapping him on the shoulder. Baz brought Austin into a hug before pushing him off for some rest. The younger man trudged towards the costume trailer to get out of his suit. Once he was done there, he went to hair and makeup and relaxed just a little bit as he got out of his get up.

The drive to his rental allowed the sleep to seep into his bones. He rolled down the window and felt the warm Australian breeze flow over his face. Austin pulled up to a stop light, and ran his fingers through his hair. His head rolled back on to the headrest and took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. He continued his drive home, and let the wind wash over him. The soft Elvis music drifted through the air, and accompanied him while he drove. He finally pulled up to his apartment and dragged himself into the complex. The stairs felt even more daunting now, but he continued, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed.

But something felt off as soon as he stepped inside. There were shoes that did’t belong to him, and a record on that he definitely didn’t put on. The light was on in the kitchen and the sight made his heart swell. He leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen. His girlfriend was moving around the kitchen, making some type of food that he couldn’t see. She was singing along with the record and danced around, as she had yet to see him appear in the apartment.

“Baby! You’re home!” She exclaimed, finally catching sight of her boyfriend. She came around to where he was leaned up against the wall. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up; needing her as close to him as humanly possible. Her arms latched themselves onto his neck and she buried her face beside her arms and into his neck. With her legs around his waist, Austin walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down with her on top of him. He felt at peace with her around him. She pulled back just enough to look at his face, and saw how tired he looked. But all he saw was how gorgeous she looked. He couldn’t believe that she was here with him in Australia, but he couldn’t be more happy. Austin moved one of his hands from her waist, and placed it to her face.

He placed a gentle kiss to her lips and felt himself melt into it. There was nothing he wanted more than her here with him and he got his wish. She placed both of her hands on his face and slowly moved one hand to his hair. When they finally broke away for air, Austin felt a smile come to his face. The stress slowly melted from him as he held her in his arms.

“You okay baby? You look tired to say the least.” Her nails started to scratch at his scalp, and Austin’s head fell back against the head. He groaned deep in his chest and shut his eyes. His girlfriend left her heart hurt as she watched him desperately want to decompress. Suddenly, a loud rumble rang out through the room, and she giggled. Austin groaned again out of embarrassment and buried his head into her neck. She continued to giggle as he pressed small kisses to her neck.

“Would you like food baby? I made some comfort food.” She offered, and Austin nodded. While she kept trying to get up to go get their food, he kept trying to keep her next to him.

“Aus, I’ve gotta get up if you want food. I promise, I’m coming back.” That got him to let her go. He melted into the couch while she prepared food. When she came back, he noticed that she really did prepare his favorite comfort food. She brought two plates with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, some chips, and a cookie. She set the plates down before going back into the kitchen to get drinks. Once she got back, she took a seat next to him and set his plate in his lap. Austin felt like his limbs were jelly but he forced himself to pick up the sandwich and began to eat.

Austin was in heaven. He had one of his favorite meals in his lap and his favorite person next to him. This was exactly what he needed after today. He needed this. But he was thoroughly confused as to how she was here. They kept the set closed for reasons, and to his knowledge, she didn’t know anyone on set.

“Hey darlin’,” his southern drawl was still thick in his voice, “not that I don’t want ya here, but how did you get here?” He questioned, leaning back and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Austin pulled her close as they both finished munching on some chips. She rested her head against his shoulder.

“Oh, remember when you introduced me to the cast one time we were on a video chat?” He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Well, Olivia and Baz specifically got my number to chat with me. Baz contacted me to see if I wanted to come out to see the set. He may have mentioned that you were looking a little more stressed than usual. So I booked a flight and had Baz drop me off here. Plus you always leave a spare key in the same place.” His light chuckle shook her body with him. After all these years, he still kept a spare key in the same place he did when he was younger and would have to walk home. Because of his long limbs, he always kept the key on the top ledge oh the threshold.

“Well, remind me to thank him for bringing my bay to me. I’m glad you’re here.” Austin pressed a kiss to her head. She leaned up and moved both plates to the table, and then snuggled into Austin’s side. His girlfriend fit perfectly against Austin, which he loved. Her size allowed him to envelope her whenever they were snuggled up like this.

“Will you tell me about your day?” She inquired quietly. Austin thought about whether he wanted to unleash the hell of his day on his sweet girl. But he couldn’t deny her. He began to talk about the longs days, the costumes, working with his costars. He spoke about about the music and madness that followed him around everyday. Austin shared funny stories about different bloopers on set, the jokes he cracked with the makeup ladies. He felt more stress leave and fatigue set in its place. She heard her boyfriend go silent, and she looked up at his face. His eyes were close and his hair fell over his forehead. She reached up and pushed his hair away which caused his eyes to barely open, and looked down at her.

“Do you wanna shower, or just go to bed?” His girl asked quietly. She rubbed his chest in circles as he slipped further and further under some sort of spell.

“If I shower, will you join me please?” Austin pleaded with his girlfriend. She felt her heart swell with love for her lover. She smiled and stood up slowly. His hands were grabbed and she pulled him with her towards the bathroom. He simply allows her to do whatever she wished to do, and let her take care of him. It felt nice to let himself go even if everything in his head was saying that it should be him taking care of her. While his head said to take care of his partner, his heart said to relax and let her do what she wished. His limbs obeyed his heart, and he took her in. She took her time in undressing him, but there was nothing sexual about it. As the water heated up, she removed her own clothing before she pushed them both into the hot water.

Austin was in pure bliss as the water streamed over his shoulders. He closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair to wet it down. He couldn’t see what his girl was doing but soon felt her hands rubbing him down. His eyes and head turned towards the woman, and saw her rubbing soap all over his torso before moving to his arms. There was nothing sexual about the experience; it was simply two lovers taking care of each other. She rubbed him down all over, and began to rinse him off. She emulsified some shampoo on her hands before standing on her tip toes to place her hands in his hair. Austin noticed her struggle and quietly kneeled down so she could easily massage through his hair. Her fingers rubbed all through his hair and scalp, massaging and lightly scratching. His face was pressed against her bare stomach, and his arms were around her waist, resting on her back.

She tilted his head back, and put him under the stream once again. His hair was rinsed and conditioner was ran through in its place. She continued to massage his head for a few minutes before moving on to her own body and hair. But larger, warmer hands enveloped hers, stopping them before she could go further. Austin grabbed her shampoo and began to lather it.

“Aus, baby, you don’t need to. Tonight is about you.” She tried to convince him to relax and let her take care of them for once. But Austin smiled at her instead.

“I know, but I wanna. You’ve taken such good care of me tonight. Let me take care of you baby girl.” And with that, she allowed his hands to run the shampoo through her hair. He tried to imitate what she had done to him, and it seemed to work on her as well. She hummed in appreciation of her partner, as he rinsed her hair. He placed the conditioner on the ends before moving on to washing her body. Austin make slow and methodical movements as he rubbed the soap all over.

She rinsed her body off and switched to cooler waters to rinse all the conditioner out from both of their hairs. Once their hair was rinsed, the water was shut off and towels were grabbed. They took their time drying each other off, and then helped each other get into clean, dry clothing. She pulled back the covers and made Austin lay down. She joined him in the bed and they tucked the cover in around each other. She pulled Austin close to her and let him rest his head near her chest.

“Thank ya baby. Love ya so much.” Austin muttered sleepily, finding the pull of sleep too much to fight. His lover smiled down at him.

“You’re welcome darling. I love you too. Sweet dreams.” And that was the final words spoken before both were dragged into the sweet abyss of sleep.

#rebelliousstories #writing #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis presley #elvis film #real person fiction

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#elizabeth olsen #chace crawford #peace love & misunderstanding #movie

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bxttxrflybxddie · 1 year

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|The Phone Call - Nick Herrara x Reader|

a/n: NICK SKXAGDKBG i love him sm, literally donated sm to the kickstarter to date him in game lol also! since jack would've killed him by this time, this is in an au where you didn't meet the clown ghost and life resumed as usual! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER NOR THE GAME, THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE SUNNY DAY JACK WAS COMPLETED SO IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER I WILL EDIT THIS WORK.

pairing: nick herrara x reader

post type: fic

word count: 1.2k

requested: nope, pure brainrot

warnings: THIS CHARACTER COMES FROM AN 18+, NSFW GAME; EVEN THOUGH THIS WORK ISNT SPECIFICALLY NSFW, MINORS/AGELESS DO NOT INTERACT. (I BLOCK ON SIGHT) wrote w a gn! reader in mind, mentions of angst (ian blowing up ur phone 🙄) , you + nick give ian a message, kissy kissy smooching but and it's a lil steamy, sight hurt/comfort, MENTIONS OF NSFW BC OF NICK'S CAREER.

your couch had never been so soothing.

the room was dark and cool, lit by the cheesy, romance movie playing.

currently, you had your head resting on his warm, tattooed chest. his built arms were resting on your sides, thumbs gently caressing the skin on your back.

the characters in the movie finally share a passionate kiss, and you smile at yourself. their silly misunderstandings and the camaraderie they shared reminded you of your relationship with nick.

despite his initial attraction to you, nick knew that being with him was welcoming hecticness into your heart as well. almost every aspect of his life was a mess and he didn't want to throw you into the worst of it.

and yet, he couldn't get you out of his head. the way you felt so easy to talk to and laugh with. not to mention the goosebumps that traveled through his spine and arms when you handed his card back, the gentle touch of your fingertips against his was life-changing.

after leaving the establishment, the questions that filled his head expanded into sweet daydreams. but as night fell, a painful mix of guilt and longing ensured that the same lovely imaginations kept him from a night’s rest.

the next day he came back to the yogurtopia to see if he actually had a chance. the drive was nerve-wracking and he understood the encounter would be awkward, but he knew that it would be all worth it in the end. even a disappointing answer would bring his tired mind some closure.

you also held some hesitation towards him. the last thing you wanted was to use this sweet guy as a band-aid after being deeply wounded, so recently.

however, his blushing face and the timid question relit something inside that you assumed was dimmed forever.

you explained how you still needed time to heal as you gave him your number, but that if he needed someone to chat with you'd be available.

the smile he gave you while he held the scribbled-on napkin was bashful and beautiful. and as you look up at nick, it's the same one he's giving you now.

his eyes twinkle with affection and you’re filled with delight that you two quickly became more than just friends. it was difficult not to drown in every aspect that was him, and yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you close your eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest, the beating of his heart calming you like a sigh.

it’s so comforting being able to spend alone time with him, nick even took work off to spend tonight with you. you’ve noticed he’s been going less and less the more serious the two of you became.

truth be told, after knowing everything you've been through, nick began to despise his job. you're the peace during his storms and the one person who's been keeping him sane, the last thing he wants is the nature of his night job to remind you of him.

he’ll always be left wondering how he could hurt you so badly. nick has never felt so seen, cared for, and loved. how anyone could take you for granted; he couldn't begin to comprehend.

your bright eyes look back into his deep ones. they soften as he runs his hand over your cheek, holding it gently as if you'd shatter and disappear at any moment.

his touch is always nice. so delicate and tender. between his jobs, the puppies, his family, and you; he truly deserved a reward.

so reward you will.

you pull yourself up to his level and straddle him, couch cushion underneath your palms. gazing directly into him. nicks smile alters into a smirk. you want something from him, he knows that look all too well.

he hasn’t given it to you yet but by fate willing, he would here and now if that’s what you wanted. he’d give it all to you, anything for you.

you shift yourself onto your knees and wrap your arms around his neck. bringing one of your hands back to tuck some of his sky-blue hair behind his ear.

you trace your fingers from behind his ear to hold his jaw. you don’t miss how he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, grounding himself before the next step forward. not because you make him anxious, but because you make him nervous.

here’s your nick, with enough cool to freeze oceans melting under your touch— under your presence. he’s so tantalizingly close and you’re both awfully impatient.

the two of you collide like a kilonova. his lips are so delicious they almost distract you from the lingering touch he’s leaving on your thighs. wandering hands traveling higher and higher, yet leaving just enough space to have you wanting more.

you subconsciously lean your head to the side, begging silently for him to welcome himself inside. the cold of his tongue piercing sends shivers down your spine. your hand plays with the hem of his shirt, those hypnotizing fingertips of yours grazing over his abdomen before-!

*BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!*

your groan of dread told nick exactly who that was.

and he's decided it's about time he knew you're doing better without him.

your annoyance was short-lived as he glanced at your phone and then back at you. asking for permission. the smile you grew as you placed the pieces together was just the answer he needed.

nick didn’t waste another breath as he pressed the green icon, smirk growing wider.

“h-hello?”

“hey.”

the pause between them grows more tenacious by the second. a different you would feel pity at this encounter, that this is how he learns of your nick, but he took you for granted. he betrayed your trust and it took you too long to gain it back. and now, he can’t take no for an answer. he hasn’t left you alone since his cheat. if this won’t make him face that you’re completely over him, nothing will. the thought excited and terrified you at the same time.

“...who’s this?”

“i’m nick.”

you cup your hands over your mouth. hiding nervious or devious laughter, you weren’t sure yet.

“huh…do i have the wrong number?”

“i don’t think so.”

the silence is deafening. your breathing was all your could hear as your focus went undividedly to their words.

“...is-”

“they’re busy.”

there was complete silence as nick hung up the call. you felt sick. you felt like screaming on rooftops. you felt like sobbing– like screaming. you felt like you could run a mile. you felt like you could kiss your nick nonstop.

the relief that he wouldn’t be trying to attach himself to every thought in your mind made you feel weightless. you were finally free.

comfort like a sigh.

your lack of noise worried your boyfriend, his triumphant expression twisting into one of unease. the fear of stepping over lines and making you uncomfortable was a reoccurring nightmare, a dream he never wished to come true.

"was- was that okay?"

what a beautiful fool. such an innocent question. which had a simple answer; a steamy one too.

to leave right where you left off.

with a cleared mind, a step taken, and an adoration deepened.

#AND THEN YOU SMOOCH FOR HOURS #i am a proud ian hater #ive been working on this in my free time for a while #might edit it later #might not #who knows #we'll see!#sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj #MINORS DNI #nick herraras #x reader #nick herraras x reader #fanfic #nick herrara

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fouralignments · 9 months

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Peter and Charles 3am conversations.

Charles would be up grading. Peter is up to make sure both his parents fall the fuck asleep.

He worries about them constantly!

I keep on thinking that how can Charles be a telepath, but yet have such poor communication skills in the movies. Like there could have not been a beach divorce if he had just simple told Erik. Also having the worst possible things to say to Erik... I get the feeling that Quicksilver lives up to his names in keeping the peace and making sure the lines of communications are open and to make sure there are no misunderstanding because he loves them both, dearly.

And this totally my role now in my fam; I hear all sides of the pollical spectrum, critique etc. its quite taxing after all; being peace maker and also supposedly 'neutral' territory for my fam.

Also we need more Stepdad! Charles and Peter shit; Fanart, fics and etc. Because they are great together

#peter maximoff #quickson #charles xavier #magneto #quicksilver #cherik #stepdad! charles xavier #x-men

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as someone going into the story completely unspoiled, i have to say my favorite part of getting to listen to @re-dracula has been what an emphasis bram stoker puts on connections.

too often modern horror (and im talking about the shit you see in movie theaters, not the good horror you find crammed into tiny corners of the internet or maybe once in a blue moon on the silver screen) would take our cast of characters and cause each one to have some misunderstanding with each other, some drama separating them, probably a love triangle involving mina, or at least one separating the Suitor Gang when they try to save lucy.

but stoker doesnt do that, and thats probably the queerest thing he does with the novel.

time and time again, it is proven that through loving one another and caring about one another, through admitting harsh truths and accepting one another without reservation, supporting one another through the harshest of conditions and abandoning no one, that our group prevails. it wasnt enough to save lucy, perhaps, but it was enough to give her peace in the end. indeed the one time the group willingly keeps secrets from someone (the Sexism Incident) it ends with mina being turned.

stoker uses trust and acceptance as the ultimate weapon against evil, rather the brute strength, stubborn bravery, sacrifice, or clever wit. its honesty, truth, and love more than anything that keeps the evil at bay, and its surprisingly refreshing, especially for something written over a century ago. bram stoker clearly loves his characters and his story dearly, and that love comes through in the way they all support one another, and i adore it so so much.

i would obviously be remiss not to mention how absolutely stunning the voice work and editing of re: dracula is at emphasizing this either. i doubt id catch it if it werent for hearing the characters weep for each other, defend each other, hearing them so clearly full of love and devotion to one another's happiness. kudos to you all, and bravo, i can tell you all love these characters and this story just as much as the original creator did.

#re: dracula #dracula #bram stoker #gothic horror #in the life #dracula daily

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First Time 💕

Satoru Gojo x Reader (angst/FLUFF)

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ angst, sexual talk, cursing, virginity lost(2), feeling of abandonment,miscommunication,misunderstanding

(let me know if I missed anything)

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The morning sun breaks through your curtains waking you up from your once deep peaceful sleep, groaning in annoyance in the process of reaching out to try and find your boyfriend Satoru Gojo but finds nothing but open space, confuse you sit up to inspect his side to see if you were just barely missing him or something but yet again you find his spot empty with no Gojo, automatically fearing the worst as your mind mindlessly goes through different scenarios why he would leave not one scenario why he WOULDN'T leave,you could feel tears forming at the edge of your eyelashes about to fall down your cheeks silently scolding yourself for not listening to the people that would constantly say and make it their personal mission to tell you why Satoru Gojo would never stay with you long and why once he's done getting whatever he can out of your guys relationship he'll leave but you didn't want to believe that, you believed Gojo wanted this relationship like you did that's why you gave him EVERYTHING last night but maybe it was just you who wanted this relationship and now his 'mission' is done, you try to convince yourself that isn't your Sato your describing because you boyfriend wouldn't just leave you after last night, right?

You found a way to calm yourself down just enough to see if you were just freaking out for nothing and to prove your mind wrong, you look to Gojo's side of the bed ready to push your hands on his side, fuck... His side is barely warm, he's been gone for a while then, realizing that causes your tears to start back up again and this time you allow yourself to cry only for a few moments though before realizing your stronger then this and that your not going to cry over someone who obviously didn't care enough about yours relationship so why should you

You collect yourself before going into the bathroom to freshen up, looking at yourself in the mirror you can see your hair disheveled ,eyes red and puffy from crying and the straw that broke the camels back was seeing yourself in Satoru Gojo shirt a t-shirt with a old movie poster design on the front making you I want to crawl into yourself more but instead you get the t-shirt off of you as fast as you can, throwing it across the bathroom watching it land on the floor

Looking back at yourself in the mirror you wish you kept the shirt on because you wouldn't be looking at your marked up breasts and neck, another reminder of what you gave Gojo last night

When you finally got out of the shower you felt like going back to sleep you wanted your mind to stop blaming you for Sato leaving, to stop reminding you that YOU were the one that TRUSTED him

Leaving the bathroom and walking back into your bedroom you notice how quiet it is without you boyfriend around, you grab a pair of panties and a new t-shirt to wear that isn't Sato to head downstairs to hopefully drown yourself with cereal and milk

Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen you don't notice Satoru Gojo standing in your kitchen by the oven making you and himself breakfast which only consists of scrambled eggs and toasted eggo waffles, to in your head to notice Sato turning around to watch you with love/adornance in his baby blue eyes as you went into the cabinets to grab a box of cereal clearly confused considering he's cooking for you right now

"Hey what are you doing, I'm making you something to eat?" Gojo asked with amusement in his voice not quite understanding what his girlfriend is doing

You don't respond to your boyfriend not hearing his question or noticing his presence, if you were looking at him you would see confusion written all over his face and a little bit of hurt when looking at your frame you're not wearing his t-shirt anymore but one of your owns

Did you not have a good time last night? Did he do something wrong? Are you mad at him?

He watches as you walk to the fridge next, to grab the milk he assumes, you still don't take notice of your shirtless sweatpants wearing boyfriend making scrambled eggs watching you

Walking over to where you are at the fridge Gojo picks up a loose piece of hair that fell in front of your face to tuck it back behind your ear

"Is everything ok sweetheart?" Asked your boyfriend Satoru Gojo the same boyfriend that inst here

When you looked at him you were in shock

"Sato? What are you doing here?"

"What? What am I doing here baby I slept over last night remember?" Now seeing the confusion on his face

"You okay? It looks like you've been crying" Gojo asks gently cupping your face to inspect it before he can ask anything else and before you can even say anything to him you wrapped your arms around him tightly burying your face in his shirtless chest and cried you can feel him start to panic not understanding the reason for your tears

"Hey hey shhhh it's ok I'm here what's wrong" Gojo tries to soothe you into calming down while rubbing circles on your back with his open palm, it takes a few minutes for you to calm down again before finally explaining to your boyfriend your tears

"I-I um thought you left" you admit barely above a whisper

"And why would I have done that?" he asks while continuing to rub his palm on your back

"Because you got what you wanted..." You meekly spoke

"And what's that?"

"My virginity" you buried your face deeper into Gojo's chest in embarrassment

"Well does that mean you're going to leave me then" Gojo asked with a hint of amusement in his voice

"Huh why would I leave you that makes no sense" removing your face from his chest to look in his eyes

"What so only I leave when I take your virginity but you take mine and get to stay, That's a double standard baby" you laughed in Gojo's gorgeous face

"What are you talking about you're not a virgin"

"Well yeah not after last night and you're not too" chuckling at your flustered face because of the mention of last night

"You never told me that" trying to think of a time when THE Satoru Gojo told you he was a virgin

"Well I'm telling you now, so do you want to tell me why you thought I would just leave you after you trusted me"

"Your side of the bed was empty so I assume the worst..." You confess feeling guilty for not believing in your boyfriend

"I'm sorry Sato" you apologize

"Hey it's ok" Gojo assures you with a kiss on the forehead

"No it's not I should have had more trust in you and know you would NEVER do something like that to me" squeezing him a little tighter to emphasize how sorry you were

You guys stay in each other's arms for a few minutes longer before lifting your head off of his chest and asking

"Why were you still a virgin, you?" Still amazed to find out that your boyfriend was a virgin before last night

"Ouch Sweetheart you wound me"

"I'm not trying to call you a man whore I'm just confused, you could have anyone you wanted and you still waited, why?" Rephrasing the question

"Well you know how you waited for the right person that's what I was doing I was waiting for the right person, you, you know my line of work is very dangerous and it's even more dangerous trusting someone, that's why I waited"

"Well I'm glad you trusted me" laying your head back on his chest

"Me too, I love you" putting his head on top of yours after kissing the top of it

"I love you too"

(I DONT OWN THE ART WORK)

#fluff #angst #jjk anime #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru gojō x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.9)

Pt.8 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: For years, you've heard people say that your first time isn't as special as the movies make it seem. They say it's something to just get done and move on from so you can start having good sex- and maybe that's true for some people, but this? You like this.

- Lisa: Kookie, where are you? I miss you <3

Your heart begins to pound in your chest. You look over at the bathroom door, still closed, though you've heard a flush.

Without another thought, you dart out of the bed, quickly yanking on your clothes, making sure to leave absolutely no trace of yourself behind in that room.

You finally hear the bathroom door open though when you do, the hotel room door is already clicking shut behind you.

You sit in front of your computer, brows furrowed in concentration as your eyes dart from one tab to the next, typing furiously. Since you've been back home, you've been working non-stop, getting everything ready for your transition from your parents' business to Jeon Company. Beside the tedious tasks to be completed before going back to Seoul, you've made it a point not to think too much about your return.

"Don't you think you should at least respond to his messages?" B/f/n says one night on facetime. "I've been responding to mine and his mother's messages, he knows I'm fine, there's nothing to talk about." "Y/n, he walks around here like a lost puppy. He tries to hide it but it's so obvious." "Tell Lisa where her dog is then." "Y/n, maybe it was a misunderstanding." "Honestly, I don't really care anymore. I've made my peace with the idea that he might end up being my husband but he will never...never be mine," The sting is present but you ignore it. "There's no way you've made any sort of peace with...any of this. What you guys did was kind of a big deal." "It...was what it was. It was gonna happen anyway, and now I'm glad we didn't wait until the wedding night so we wouldn't kid ourselves into thinking it's some sacred act." "But it was." "I've uh, gotta go," You say, having received a notification of an incoming call on your apple watch. B/f/n sighs, "Alright...talk later." "Yeah." Without another word, you hang up the call.

It's not that you mean to be mean. You can feel yourself being short with your parents, with B/f/n, but you can't bring yourself to continue answering their questions. How are you? Why haven'y you called? Did something happen between you and Jungkook? What happened? It's humiliating enough to know he fucked you without any real plans to ever get rid of his ex-girlfriend- you don't need to be telling the whole world about it. The only reason you even told B/f/n about it was because she was the one who drove you to the airport. She could immediately tell something was off and you couldn't hold it in for any longer and began crying and carrying on. You've never been one for dramatics and tears...but this one stung. No, worse... This one might have finally broken your spirit.

"I could oversee the Australia branch on this one if you want. I'm much more familiar with the market over there -" You're trying to focus on the presentation being given by a member of the marketing department, though your mind keeps teetering back and forth between the information and your personal life. Suddenly, you see a txt message notification pop up at the corner of your laptop screen. Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat, though you quickly dismiss it and turn your attention back to the front of the room, but it doesn't stop- another message, another message, another- soon you have 5 messages from him. You bite your lip, feeling anxious to know what he's saying but not wanting to give in. "Uhm, you'll have to excuse me for just a moment," You say, shooting out of your chair and abruptly walking out of the room, leaving everyone staring at you from the other side of the big glass wall as you walk down the hall.

You take your phone out and unlock it, quickly opening up to his messages.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗬/𝗻 𝗜 𝗿𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗜𝗱𝗸 𝘆 𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸? 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻, 𝗜 𝗿𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗶 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗣𝗹𝘇 𝗬/𝗻

"What the fuck..." You mumble, furrowing your brows. Is he having a stroke or something? You slap your hand to your forehead and press the call button on his contact. You swore you wouldn't talk to him at all while you were back at home, yet here you are, calling him. It rings only twice and then you can hear rustling on the other side, along with loud music.

"J-Jungkook?" You say into the phone, suddenly unsure if he meant to answer it, as it takes him quite a few seconds to say anything. "Y/n? Y/n- can you hear me?" He says loudly into the phone, his tone surprised and desperate. "Yes...I can hear you."

"Y/n, why haven't you been answering me?" "Because...I needed some space." "Space? After what we did?" It isn't until now that you notice his speech is a bit slurred. "Yeah, I needed space...hey, are you drunk?" "Are you still gonna marry me?" "Answer the question, Y/n." "You first," You narrow your eyes at the wall as though he were standing right in front of you. "Alright, fine. I may have had a few beverages. But it's your fault." "Please, tell me how this is my fault?" "Because you left me. You used me and then left me." You let out a bitter laugh, "Right, I used you." "So are you gonna marry me or what?" He repeats.

"I'm hanging up." "The phone or the relationship?" "You're not even making sense, Jungkook," You know perfectly well what he means, but you don't want to have this conversation with him, knowing how absolutely inebriated he sounds. "You don't make sense," He sounds much like a child. "Good bye." You don't let him get in another word before you hang up the phone.

You don't immediately return to the meeting, deciding you need a moment to gather yourself. As angry as you are, hearing his voice was oddly comforting. You hate that.

It's the last day of your time back home and you've packed up a lot of your things that you'll be sending to Seoul. The departure is bitter... there is no more sweet left in you to give you hope for your arrival at your new home. You don't know how you're gonna do it... your mom tried to talk you into having a bridal shower but you managed to wiggle out of it, though not without compromise. "What time is the fitting on Wednesday?" You ask your mom. "1PM. I arranged for everyone to meet fifteen minutes early though," She says excitedly. By everyone, she means herself, Mrs.Jeon, and all of your bridesmaids...including Lisa. For two to three hours, you'd be forced to play nice with the person at the center of your current rage- well, one of the people at the center. You'd be marrying the other one after. Though you suppose two to three hours is better than an entire night for a bridal shower.

"Make sure you sleep on the plane, the Jeon's invited us to dinner when you get back." "Great." "Don't start, Y/n. After Friday afternoon, they'll be family. You need to start playing smart." "I'm not playing a game to begin with," You say wearily. "Now, I don't know what happened between you and Jungkook-" You prepare to argue with her and tell her to mind her business, but she cuts you off, "-BUT- you need to put it aside and make amends. You cannot start this marriage on a bad foot." "Alright..." You concede. Pointless in protesting when you're gonna go through with it anyway.

The plane ride is long, though you spend about two thirds of it sleeping and the last bit, writing a portion of a project proposal you'd be sending your dad on behalf of the marketing team. If you just keep your head down and your mind busy, maybe you'll be able to float through the next few days without a hitch.

When you land, it's only B/f/n and Namjoon who are there to receive you. Typical. Though you'd been quite dry with B/f/n since during your time away, she is like a breath of fresh air and a sight for sore eyes and you can't help the big smile that spreads across your face when you see her. Of course, never one to hold a grudge, she embraces you tightly. "Wow, three weeks away and you'd swear Y/n was coming back from war," Namjoon jokes. B/f/n doesn't let go of you, just lazily hits him on his arm and continues hugging you. "Listen to me; you are going to be strong this week, okay? Don't think about anyone but yourself. I'll be right next to you the entire step of the way." Her words bring tears to your eyes and all you can do is struggle to nod, as she is holding you quite tightly.

When you get back to the hotel room, you drop everything and leap into bed, your heart content to just lay there... "Don't get too comfortable. Dinner's in...an hour and a half," She reminds you. You groan, face down into the mattress. You lazily roll over and stare up at the ceiling, "Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be reincarnated as a bed bug." "You are such a weirdo." "I'm serious...and all I'll have to do is live in people's mattresses and feast and poop...if I'm lucky, some weary traveler will transport me somewhere great, and that's how i'll live my life." "Just my luck, I'll end up being the traveler," She grumbles, causing you to laugh. "That's right, you'll never be rid of me."

You practically drag your feet behind your parents and B/f/n. No part of you wants even to exist in the same vicinity as Jungkook right now, let alone eat dinner with him and his family. "You better fix your face," Your mom says over he shoulder, and though you're not able to fully see it, you know she's saying it through gritted teeth. "Ah, welcome back!" You hear Mr.Jeon's voice come from the direction just ahead, though your parents are completely blocking your view. You immediately 'fix your face', as your mom so lovingly put it, and stepped out from behind your dad to give the most fake smile of your life- though once the entire table is in view, you realize it's only his parents. No Jungkook in sight...and for some reason, your heart falls just a little bit, though you're sure your face doesn't give you away. "H-Hello, how are you both?" You give a small bow. "Oh, we're good. How was your trip? Did you get a lot done?" Mrs.Jeon asks, her smile warm and inviting. "Yes, I did. Thanks for asking." You glance at the empty chair and it seems as though she notices because then she says, "You'll have to excuse Jungkook tonight. He's at the office preparing for a presentation for Wednesday." "Oh, yes of course," You reach for your glass of water and look at B/f/n, who gives you a small smile. At least it'll be a calm dinner...

Dinner was a breeze, the conversation flowing between your parents effortlessly; you mostly sat with your eyes on your plate, your spoon pushing around the little rice you had left. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to Jungkook...

"Earth. To. Y/n," B/f/n calls in a robotic voice, waving her hand in front of your face. "Mm?" "You okay?" She asks, putting her hair up in front of the bathroom mirror. "Oh, yeah. Sorry...I guess I spaced out." "Mhm...was it in Jungkook land again?" "What? Of course not," You try to lie but you know she ain't buying it. "Don't you think it's high time you guys talk? It's been weeks." "If I don't see that boy until the wedding day, I'll be perfectly fine." "Don't let the universe hear you," She warns, rubbing her face cream between her fingers. "Fuck the universe," You say arrogantly before turning around and leaving the bathroom.

The next morning, your alarm goes off at around 6:30, eliciting a groan from you. You grab the pillow next to you and smash it against your face, not wanting to face the day. "It's tiiiiiiiiiiime," B/f/n sings at the highest possible pitch, mimicking Mariah Carrey's 'All I Want For Christmas'. "Shut up," You whine. She's usually not a morning person but as soon as your mom told her she was in charge of getting your hair and makeup done for the fitting, she insisted that you set an early alarm. Apparently, getting ready at 11AM for your 1PM fitting wasn't enough time because, as she so lovingly put it, she's "not a miracle worker".

"I don't even get why you guys are making such a big deal out of this. It's just a fitting- why do we need hair and makeup?" "You are probably the most annoying bride I've ever worked on," She rolls her eyes, patting the beauty blender lightly on your skin. "I'm the only bride you've ever worked on." "And you're already souring my experience. This is the first time you're trying on your dress- it needs to be a memorable and impactful experience." "Fine..." You cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes, deciding it's better to give in than to keep fighting it. All you want to do is stay in bed and sulk.

The only good to come out of the fitting today is the fact that you'll be seeing all your college friends; Han Soo-Hee, Shin Se-Kyung, Jisoo, and Jung Chae-yeon. You'd not seen them in a couple years and it'll be nice to catch up. Of course, the only downside-

"Lisa!" Mrs.Jeon says cheerfully, walking ahead of you, B/f/n, and your mom into the bridal shop. Your heart starts pounding and you can feel your blood boiling instantly. "Breathe," B/f/n whispers to you. "Mrs.Jeon!" Her voice is sickeningly sweet and you can tell by the hug she gives her that she's intent on laying it on thick. "I'm so happy you accepted to be a bridesmaid on such short notice," Mrs.Jeon turns to the side and extends her hand to motion to you, "This is Y/n." "Y/n, it's so nice to formally meet you," Lisa says with a low bow. "Same to you." You're such a liar. "I'm so excited to see you in your dress- I'm sure you'll make a beautiful bride." Her comment takes you by surprise and it takes you a moment to respond. "Th-thank you," You blush. "Of course- I'm sorry, how rude of me. What's your name?" B/f/n gives a polite smile, though you knew her enough to know that it was totally fake, "I'm B/f/n. Maid of honor." "Oh that's so sweet- You're so lucky. I won't ever be able to be a maid of honor unless my best friend finally gets married. You may have met her. Rose?"

Your mind flashes back to Rose's burning rage that day when she pulled up on Jin while you were out to dinner with Jungkook. "That sounds vaguely familiar."

"Yeah, well anyway- probably never gonna happen. Her boyfriend's a raging asshole. Anyway, are we expecting anyone else?" Lisa asks.

This whole thing feels strange. She seems way different from the impression she gave that day in the bathroom at Kook's party. You expected to be met with a sour attitude and cattiness, but she seems quite...bubbly.

"Yeah, our four other bridesmaids should be here shortly," B/f/n says, checking her watch.

Not a second goes by and the bell on the bridal shop door chimes, announcing the arrival of the rest of your court. "WHERE'S THE BRIDE!?" Se-Kyung exclaims, throwing her hands up in celebration.

"MY GIRLS!" You cheer, both you and B/f/n running to hug your guests. Instantly, you feel yourself relax. It doesn't matter how this fitting goes, you finally have your people around you.

After a few minutes, you were all lead by a sales associate to a back room with various mirrors and a pretty pink couch, the walls lined with dresses upon dresses. On the furthest wall, facing the couch, is a platform with three mirror, meant for you to be able to look at yourself from all angles...the thought makes you want to gag.

You're going into this fitting basically blind, not having been shown a single stitch of your dress until this moment. The sales lady leaves you in a room with it, hung high up to keep the long train from sagging on the floor. You stare at the grand gown for some time- so long that the sales lady comes back and knocks on the door, "You okay in there?" "Just-just a moment," You say, scrambling to get your clothes off and slip into the dress, holding it up at the bodice so as not to expose your boobs before they've laced you in.

You don't dare look in the dressing room mirror- seeing yourself might just make it too real and right now, you're trying desperately to convince yourself that this is all one big dream that you're gonna wake up from. Once the dress is secured, you pick the heavy skirt up and walk out to your court, each lady waiting for you with a glass of champagne in hand. A series of claps and cheers erupt and you feel your face burn. You stand with your back to the mirror, facing everyone. Your moms eyes are welling with tears, Mrs.Jeon has her hands covering her mouth, B/f/n and all of your bridesmaid's are fawning over you. "You look absolutely gorgeous," Mrs.Jeon says. "Doesn't she? God, Jungkook won't be able to keep his eyes off you," Se-Kyung smiles ear to ear. "Or his hands!" B/f/n adds, causing you to blush even harder. Even your mom and Mrs.Jeon can't hold back a laugh at her most inappropriate comment.

"So, what do you think?" Chae-Yeon asks. "About what?" You ask. "About the dress, you goof." "Oh- it's fine," You say, looking down and smoothing out the bottom. "Just fine? Did you even look in the mirror?" B/f/n asks. You respond with a long period of silence, pursing your lips. "Turn your ass around and look in that mirror," Jisoo reprimands you. "I did!" "Liar!" "Ugh, fine." You cross your arms tightly over your chest, shut your eyes tight and turn around. You brace yourself for a few seconds before finally, slowly opening your eyes.

You'd heard about this before- this moment. The moment where you see yourself for the first time in the dress. In everyone's stories, it's the second or the third dress, maybe even the tenth- but the moment will always come where you see yourself in that dress and simultaneously, see your future unfolding in your reflection. Suddenly, your eyes begin to well too. You can no longer pretend; this is real. Mom was right, you think, the hair and makeup did make a difference.

"It's the dress," Your mom says softly, pride in her voice. Everyone erupts in cheers again, though you hardly pay it any mind- your mind is completely and totally fixed on this feeling in your chest...

You want to see Jungkook.

B/f/n helps put the dress safely in the trunk for you, leaving you standing there with Lisa, as the other girls had headed off to the restaurant to get your table and your mom and Mrs.Jeon went back to the hotel to start dealing with the preparations of the ballroom. Lisa had been quite warm and welcoming to everyone the entire fitting, and you began to question whether or not you'd imagined her conversation with Rose.

Could it have been that you misunderstood everything? You misread the situation? Did you fuck everything up by jumping to conclusions?

"Uhm- Hey Lisa, we're gonna be going out to dinner once we pull out of here...would you like to join us?" You ask, the words feeling strange as they come out of your mouth.

"Oh, that's so nice of you to ask- unfortunately I really have to go take care of some stuff at home. Rain check?" "Yes, of course. No worries...And hey, listen. Thanks again for agreeing to be part of my court." "Of course, it's not a problem at all," She opens her arms to you, a warm expression on her face as she goes in for a hug. You gladly return the gesture, though once she's pulled you in, she brings her lips really close to your ear, "Anything for Jungkoook."

Venom drips off of her every word, the air thick between you; and suddenly, it all makes sense. The uncharacteristically sweet smiles, the polite bows, the compliments...she's an actress, and this fitting was her stage. In fact, the entire Jeon family is a plot device for her performance. She doesn't want Jungkook...she wants to be adored.

This is why Jungkook doesn't believe me.

Before you're able to respond in any way, Lisa is letting you go, walking in the opposite direction toward her car.

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur; so much to take in and so little to time. Dinner, drinks at the hotel bar, and now, more drinks at a pub a few blocks away. You decide to put Lisa out of your mind and just enjoy the company of your friends: drinks upon drinks are passed around, laughter and merriment fill the air- before you know it, your insides feel warm and fuzzy and your mind more free and uninhibited. "I'm gonna call him," You say, standing from your chair, a self-righteous expression on your face as you pound your chest once. "That's the best idea you've had all night," B/f/n says. "Call him!" Se-Kyung shouts. "Call him, call him, call him!" They all pound on the table, cheeks cherry red and hair disheveled- you were the sloppiest bunch anyone ever did see.

You take your phone out of your purse and punch in his number- having grown accustomed over the past few weeks at seeing it pop up on your screen, you'd memorized the number by heart. You can faintly hear it ringing but the music in the bar is so loud that you decide to stumble your way out to the parking lot. It continues to ring a few more times before he finally picks up.

"Hello?" Jungkook's voice is groggy, like he'd been sleeping. "Where were you at dinner?" You ask, cutting to the chase. "Y/n it's...it's 1AM. Where are you?" "Fuck you," You slur. "Fuck you too," He returns the same cold tone, though he doesn't hang up. "Fuck you more!" You hang up on him, mouth hanging open in disbelief at how rude he's being. Clearly, you're drunk. You can't hold what drunk people say against them. "Asshat," You grumble, returning to your friends.

About fifteen minutes go by and everyone is absolutely zombified, with B/f/n having tapped out five minutes prior, her head resting on the table. "I'm never drinking again..." Jisoo groans. "It'll be at least...twelve hours before I can stomach another drink," Se-Kyung adds. "Y/n," A familiar voice says behind you. You turn around and realize it's Namjoon. "'Joon?" You ask incredulously, "How'd you know we were here?" He chuckles, "It's my job to know. Remember?" He walks around to B/f/n and sweeps her hair out of her face. She's sound asleep. "I'm here to take you all home." "I could've gotten a car, you didn't have to do that-" "Jungkook sent me." You blink in surprise. Jungkook? "You're kinda hot," Chae-Yeon says, staring dreamily at him. "Thanks but I'm seeing someone," He says politely, gently scooping B/f/n up into his arms. "Everyone ready?"

Thursday goes by quickly, with everyone scrambling to get everything ready for the wedding. Your mothers decided to hold the wedding at the other hotel location about thirty minutes away for a nice change of scenery. Decorations are being brought in, tables and chairs set up, tapestries are brought in and hung up all over the hall ceiling. It's all coming together quickly- a circus of workers directed by yours and Jungkook's mothers. You avoid thinking about the previous night's shenanigans, cringing at yourself for having sunk so low as to drunk dial him.

But you also can't stop thinking about the absolute lack of consideration- sending Namjoon instead of just getting you all himself? What a prick...not that you wanted to see him, but it's about common decency. Don't get someone else to do your job. Even if it is technically what Namjoon gets paid to do...

"Stop talking so much, I'm getting a headache," B/f/n says sarcastically, gently nudging you. You're snapped out of your thoughts, cheeks blushing slightly, "Sorry. Just out of it today." "I can see..." You both watch as flowers are placed inside of the tall vases at the center of each table. "Am I making a mistake?" You ask, not looking over at her. She doesn't respond for a few seconds and you begin to wonder if she even heard you. "Do you love him?" She asks. Your cheeks get hotter and hotter, embarrassed by her question. "Love? I- I barely know him..." You nervously twiddle your thumbs. It's true, you barely know him...but you can't help the way your heart flutters at the word: love. You'd never been in love before...but if you're being completely honest with yourself, you can't deny that this feeling within you is nothing like the crushes you've had in your youth. This is a heavy, sticky feeling- a painful yet exhilarating condition of the heart. Love...how could you dare to speak it out loud? "Only you can answer that," B/f/n says, referring to the initial question, "And once you do, the next question is...now that you've gotten to know him, could you see yourself going back to the way life was without him?" "B/f/n! Can you please help me with this? I can't decide if I want them to out the couple's table on the left or right side!" Mrs.Jeon calls out. "Bridesmaid duty calls," She says to you before jogging over to the far end of the ballroom to give her input.

Her question stays with you, like a heavy boulder on your shoulders. The truth is, you know you can't go back. Not now...not after all of this... You guess you have your answer.

You toss and turn all night, your dreams plagued with nightmare scenarios of how it might go during the ceremony. One moment, Jungkook is saying 'I do', and then you somehow morph into Lisa before he can kiss you. In another moment, he's completely walking away and running out of the church, holding Lisa by the hand. It feels like the night only lasts as much as the blink of an eye before B/f/n is shaking you awake, her hair disheveled and eyes barely open, "Girl are you okay?" "Wh-what?" "You were like...whimpering in your sleep- and your alarm has been going off for like five minutes." You suddenly become aware of your very loud alarm. "Sorry," You say groggily, reaching over and turning off your alarm, "Just had a rough night." "I can imagine...you're probably feeling really nervous." "Yeah..." You sit up and slouch forward, your eyes locking onto the TV that's already turned on and fixed on the news channel. You mindlessly watch as clips play, one after another- and then you see an image of the Jeons' hotel. It then switches to a reporter who says, "June Company will soon be merging with L/N Co., which will open jobs throughout the country, as well as in Australia, the United States, and Japan."

"Looks like your merger is making headlines," B/f/n says, jaw practically on the floor. Your face is completely frozen and your heart is pounding. You feel as though you may have an enormous panic attack. You obviously know that the Jeons are kind of a big deal, but you didn't realize just how important this was all going to be. "Y/n?" She sees your expression and quickly turns off the television. "Let's just get you ready, yeah? Come on." She helps you out of bed and leads you to the bathroom. You're practically catatonic for the next hour while you brush your teeth and take a quick shower.

You get your hair and makeup done at the other location, having been put up in a room that connects to the ballroom. Mirrors were brought in to aid in the court's preparation. Every few minutes, you look over at the dress that's hung up on the opposite wall from the collapsable vanity where you're sitting. You don't dare take it out of the garment bag for fear of messing it up. Your mind is still so full of thoughts, all shouting at you for individual attention. It's almost like you're on auto-pilot, the makeup artists asks you to tilt your head or suck in your cheeks, or puff out your lips and you do- though it doesn't register that you've been cooperating so well until those odd moments you look in the mirror and realize your face is almost done.

In fact, you're so out of it that you don't notice Lisa come in. Now, your bridesmaids lovingly picked out coordinated velour tracksuits; yours is black, theirs are pink. They even got one for Lisa, but apparently she didn't need it because her dress is already on and her makeup is already done. Of course, she looks beautiful; her dress fits her absolutely perfectly, the silk fabric laying beautifully on her hips, and the color compliments her skin tone so that she looks like a pretty little porcelain doll...but fuck her. "Hey, Y/n would you mind just coming out to do a run through of the walk?" Your mom asks, popping her head into the suite. You nod, standing up and dusting the setting powder off of yourself, all bridesmaids in tow, though at the last second before entering the ballroom, Lisa says, "I'll meet everyone in a few minutes, I just have to run to the restroom really quickly," to which no one responds of even gives a flying fuck about. Because again, fuck her.

You'd practiced the entrance yesterday with everyone except Jungkook who, of course, was in meetings all day as he had been all week. You're surprised he's even found time to marry you today. Right now, he and his groomsmen are all in another part of the hotel getting ready; you're only practicing with the bridesmaids. You all run through it about three times and then head back to the suite to wrap up getting ready. One by one, all your bridesmaids slip on their dresses and jewelry and head to the next room over to start recording their video diaries for when you put the wedding video together. You're the only one who has yet to put on your dress. You needed the moment to be private; a second to gather your thoughts. You close the door to the suite and then slowly walk over to the garment bag. "This is it..."

You take off your tracksuit and lay it neatly on a nearby chair, leaving yourself in only your pretty, white, lacey bra and delicate silk, white panties with a small bow at the front. B/f/n had insisted you wear them so you could feel beautiful through and through- you initially thought it was an unnecessary detail, though as she is about most things, B/f/n was absolutely right- you do feel beautiful. You gingerly pull down the zipper of the garment bag, revealing the big white gown. Just as beautiful as you remember it from the fitting. You take it off of the hanger and walk over to one of the mirrors leaned against the wall. You step into the gown and pull it up- of course, you'll need help lacing it in but you just want an intimate moment to look at yourself. You press it against your chest and look up at your reflection-

and then the blood drains from your face.

You feel your hands get stiff and ice cold, and you feel that familiar tightness in your chest.

The panic attack that could not come to fruition this morning has now returned with a vengeance, and you are doubled over, sturggling for oxygen.

Cuts. Cuts everywhere. All over the skirt of the dress. Deep, angry slashes. How did I not see them before? How did I miss them? Were they there when I got to the hotel after the fitting? No, it couldn't be- B/f/n put it in the trunk and then hung it up at our hotel room... when did this happen?

Tears stream down your face as you slump forward in the chair. It's drafty in this suite but you can't bring yourself to put the tracksuit back on, or even to move at all beyond the violent jerking of your shoulders with every sob. "Y/n, Y/n, are you okay!?" B/f/n runs over to you, having just finished her recording, "What happened!?" You can't even speak, you just point to the mound of fabric on the floor that once was your dress...that once was the dress. She picks it up off the ground and holds it up, her mouth immediately falling open in disbelief. She's just as confused as you are. "What- how even- This dress was in perfect condition when I brought it here. I checked," She says angrily, trying to rack her brain just like you had only moments ago. Your crying intensifies, a strong feeling of defeat washing over you.

"Oh, Y/n," Her face softens and she hugs you tightly. "I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do. That was the dress. That was the last shred of hope I had for this God-forsaken marriage. Now what? I have no dress, I haven't seen Jungkook once since I've been back. I have nothing left in me to give..." She lets you cry into her chest for a moment before pulling away, "Okay, we have a little less than an hour before the ceremony. Let me see what we can do." She runs out of the room and then you're alone again. Completely and utterly alone...

About fifteen minutes go by and not a single person has entered the suite. You assume they're all trying to figure out what happened and how to help. Your cries have quieted down a bit but still have not ceased. You feel broken and you're tired of fighting it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You're snapped out of your thoughts, head lifting up and looking toward the door, "Come in," You say, your wavering voice just loud enough to be heard from the other side. The door opens slowly, and you expect to see B/f/n or maybe your mom, but instead, Jungkook walks in, his expression soft and solemn as he closes the door behind him.

"Hey, Y/n."

A/N: Hope you all liked it! Plz comment and DM for suggestions on what you'd like to see happen next in the story; you might inspire me <3

Also, I am so honored that ppl would want me to tag them in the next part. To know anyone likes this series enough to keep up with it is so heartwarming. So, with that being said:

@ttanniett <3

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