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#so not to be dramatic but being dramatic this only confirms life will take anything doesnt matter how small and insignificant it is
ddejavvu · 3 months
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hiyaaa, can i request reader x sick!sirius black? like, he has a common cold, but he’s being sooo dramatic about it, acting like he’s dying and making reader get him soup and pamper him and all? love u xx
It's the clatter of the soup bowl against Sirius's nightstand that wakes him; you hadn't meant to set it down so harshly, but the slight warmth of the bowl against your skin had quickly built to a burning sensation the longer you carried it up the stairs.
"Sorry, Siri," You hum sympathetically, but you refrain from spending too much time lingering on the guilt of waking him with a start, as he'd have needed waking anyways in order to eat.
"Soup time?" He rasps, well accustomed to your now three-day-long routine of sleep, soup, medicine, repeat.
"Soup time," You hum in confirmation, "Chicken and stars this time, baby. 'Thought you'd like it."
"Fuckin' love those little stars," He grumbles, face pinched in a grimace as he tries sitting up in bed. You presume it's his head, stuffy from the congestion of his cold.
You've been taking care of him for long enough to know that he'll ask you to feed him, so you pick up the spoon without being asked. He holds his mouth open expectantly and hums at the flavor of the soup, a reassuring sign seeing as yesterday he couldn't taste at all. But when he gently swallows the mouthful of broth his face screws up, and a pitiful groan seeps from his closed mouth.
"My throat," He complains, gruff voice only confirming his ailment, "Ah, fuck, I think this is the end. Can't breathe through m'nose, can't swallow anything, can't be in the light or it makes my head throb."
"I'm sorry, Siri," You croon, thankful that your own nose is clear and free from blockages, "Just a few more days' rest, and-"
"No, this is it," He insists, voice louder than it should be considering he's complaining of a raw throat, "I feel cruel death; his hand upon my skin," He throws a hand over his eyes, his head thumping against the wall behind his bed.
"Okay, no more Shakespeare," You reach for the copy of Hamlet he'd abandoned in favor of a nap, tucking it away beneath the bed, "It's making you far too dramatic."
"Escort me to the window, darling girl; I wish to see the life of spring 'fore I am but a ghost."
"Are you speaking in iambic pentameter?" You scoff, "Sirius, are you even sick anymore, or do you just want princess treatment?"
"Not pentameter, darling," Sirius drawls, his voice still rough but his eyes now bright, confirming your suspicions, "That's seven feet in the last line. Honestly, don't you know anything about poetry?"
"You can feed yourself," You groan, standing from his bedside before he can grab you in protest, and taking his book with you, "And I don't care how many sonnets you write me, I'm not rubbing your feet again tonight!"
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fleurriee · 11 months
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— a routine of kisses ; neteyam sully
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pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader
synopsis ; it’s routine for the two of you to tell one another i love you before succumbing to sleep, and neteyam can’t allow you to do so without uttering the words.
word count ; 1.8k
themes ; fluff, established relationship (mates)
warnings ; clingy neteyam if that counts but he’s cute so it’s kinda void??
author’s note ; i saw this & i couldn’t help myself so this fic is dedicated entirely to u, my lovely <3 @draiochtwrites​
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You and Neteyam had just begun settling down for the night, the two of you moving from one side of the tent to the other, ensuring everything was the way it should be before leaving it for the entire night. The both of you moved with fairly sluggish movements, drained from the day you had just had - Neteyam had been strenuously teaching the younger hunter’s, a task that should’ve been easy but had turned out to be more difficult than he could’ve imagined, whilst you had been with the children of the clan, spending your time teaching and playing with them.
After the day the two of you had, nothing could stop you from falling straight into your mat.
With everything finally where it needed to be, your tent tidy and ready for its own rest, you exchanged a brief look with your mate, your tired expressions speaking for themselves. Huffing with exhaustion, you slowly made your way over to the mat, flopping down until your stomach was flat against the material and your face was smushed down.
You heard a faint chuckle from somewhere above you, your mate no doubt finding your actions amusing and dramatic. The next thing you feel is Neteyam’s stomach pressed firmly against your back, his warmth radiating into your system and making you bask in the comfort he’s offering. A smile makes its way onto your lips, sighing in relief at finally being able to succumb to your dreams.
Now settled in place, you feel content enough to let your dreams take you away to another place, a world where everything is perfect and euphoric... not entirely far off from your life you experience now. Though, your dreams are slowly but surely starting to add new, smaller additions into them alongside yourself and Neteyam.
Your mate curls himself somehow impossibly closer into your figure, his tail wrapping around your thigh like it always does, the end tapping against your skin in its contented excitement . His breath fans against your neck from where his face is squished, the sensation having tingles sent down your spine. “I love you,” he mumbles, words almost inaudible if it wasn’t for the fact you were expecting such a declaration of love.
It’s some sort of routine the two of you had picked up back after you had first mated, the both of you always making sure to say I love you before falling asleep. It wasn’t anything you had planned, it was just something that happened naturally, and now, you were stuck in such a pattern.
Well, stuck was probably the wrong way to describe it, because it wasn’t like you were annoyed by it. Except tonight, you were simply too drained. The day had taken a complete toll on you, practically knocking you out as soon as your head hit the floor, so your only response to your mate was an incoherent mumble that you hoped sounded a little like the words you meant.
You’re too tired to tell, but unknown to you, Neteyam is suddenly alert, wide awake. His eyes had shot open, furrowed in confusion whilst his tail subconsciously loosened its hold from your thigh. Completely puzzled by the entire situation, he’s unsure as to why you hadn’t said it back. You always said I love you back to him before falling asleep, a part of his days he arguably looked forward to the most, because there was nothing more thrilling, more special to him, than hearing his mate declare her love to him.
It wasn’t as though he needed the confirmation that you loved him - he saw the way you looked at him; the way you acted around him; the way you kissed him; the way you spent your nights with him. No, hearing you say I love you was more of a euphoric feeling he wanted to drown in for the rest of his life, and the next.
Not hearing you say the words after all this time since you’d been mated felt off. Neteyam props himself up on his elbows, slowly beginning to lean himself over your worn out figure, eyes raking over your features as you attempt to sleep. His mind screams how you look so beautiful even when you’re not trying to, but it’s too late now - he’s overthinking.
“Yawne (beloved)...” he starts, words just a hushed whisper, hesitant. He doesn’t want to wake you from you peaceful slumber you’ve so willingly fallen into, but he can’t seem to help himself. With a gruntled hum from you as his answer, his brows furrow, carrying on and leaning just slightly closer to your face. “You didn’t say it back...”
You hum again, your mind too foggy and out of it to really understand what your mate is saying from on top of you. All you can sense is that his warmth once radiating into you has slightly started to diminish, and it has you craving for the feeling once more. Instead, you snuggle for face in closer to the mat, your body squeezing against the floor for comfort.
Neteyam needs more than a hum. “Y/n, you didn’t say it back.” This time, his voice is a little louder, wanting you to grasp every word he’s saying, and why he’s saying them. He needs you say it back. Leaning all his weight on one elbow now, he brings his other hand up to rest against your arm, shaking it gently to garner your entire attention.
He can’t sleep without you doing this for him.
Grumbling, slowly starting to come to and bear your surroundings, you turn around, now lying on your back. Your squint your eyes up at him, the lids desperately wishing to close but you will them to open. His face is only inches from your own, eyes repeatedly fleeting from looking into each of yours, a mix of worry and confusion evident. “What?” Your voice is hoarse already from having only fallen slightly asleep for just a few moments, hand rubbing your face tiredly. “Didn’t say what back?”
He’s quick with his words, desperate almost. “I love you.” Once the truth is out in the open, you realise your previous mistake of having not said the words that are so precious to your mate. A small sigh escapes your lips, eyes closing for a moment, licking your lips in contemplation. You knew it was routine for the two of you, you just hadn’t realised it meant this much to him. However, before you can even begin uttering the words he’s aching for, he takes notice of your expression, and mistakenly takes it for something else, eyes now pooling with plead for you to see his reasons. “You always say it back. What if something happens and you never said it back? I know you love me - I mean, we’re mates - but it’s ritual for us. You have to say I love you back. I need to know that you love me-”
Another sigh falls from your lips, this one accompanied by a tired chuckle from your mate’s antics. Instantly noticing that he’s isn’t about to stop in his ramblings any time soon, you reach your hand up to press it gently against his cheek. At the feeling of you close to him, his words trail off, eyes gazing down into your own. “Neteyam,” your words are softer than before, now that you know his problem. “Nothing is going to happen to either of us - we’re just going to sleep.”
In your attempt to reassure him, you can see that it does something within his system, but it’s still obvious he’s waiting for more. A pout forms on his lips when you don’t say what he wants you to, and despite wanting absolutely nothing more than to fall back asleep and not wake up until the sun was beginning to rise, you can’t help but take notice of how adorable he looks above you. Your hand snakes its way from his cheek to the back of his neck, a smile full of pure adoration caressing your features as you lean yourself higher to kiss his childish emotions away. Pulling back, you keep your lips close to his, whispering against them. “I love you, ma’teyam.”
You drop back down against the mat, keeping your eyes trained on his as he starts to smile wildly now that he’s heard you say it. Feeling your heart fluttering within your chest at the sight above you, you feel content that he can calmly fall asleep beside you now.
But, Neteyam clearly had other ideas, for you can still feel his lingering presence as he doesn’t move. When you open your eyes again, expecting to find him saying something else, you only find him smiling dumbly down at you, seemingly lost within his own world.
“What-?” You begin to question, brows furrowing as you think what he could possibly want now, when you’re suddenly cut off by an array of kisses pressed forcefully all over your features. Neteyam doesn’t pause for breath, continuously kissing one side of your face to the other - from your forehead, to your cheeks, to your nose, to your chin, everywhere but where you want him to be the most.
His hands now holding their grip against your waist, thumbs pressing light indentations within your skin, giggles tumble from your lips at the overload of sudden sensations. He doesn’t cease, though - if anything, it seems to spur him on, too caught up in the love he wishes to scream out for the world to hear. You reach your hands out to lay them against his back, repeatedly tapping for him to move. “Neteyam, stop!” You yell as quietly as you can, small laughs lingering within your words, loving the attention he has for you.
Not once does he stop, but he does slow down. This time, his lips linger against your temple, breathing his words into your skin, making sure they truly find their way home. “Ewya, I love you so much.”
If you didn’t concentrate enough, you were sure your eyes would spill over with tears. It’s painfully obvious how much he means those words, just from the seriousness in his voice, and when he pulls away, face inches above your own as your noses rub against one another, his eyes speak more than words ever could.
Everyday, you thank your lucky stars that Ewya had chosen Neteyam for you, not knowing what you’d do without him by your side, even when he woke you up simply because you forgot to tell him you loved him - a fact the entire clan already knew.
Catching your breath, a giddy smile upon your lips, you push a fallen braid back behind his ear so you can have the view of his entirety. So beautiful, you thought. “Nga yawne lu oer (I love you).” This time, you bring him down to you, smashing your lips together in an intimate, clashing kiss.
Now, you know to not forget the words next time. Although, if it always ended up like this, whose to say you wouldn’t purposefully forget?
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Hi thank u for opening asks! Can I request headcanons for the male companions (and or gortash Raphael and the emperor) having a mute s/o either because they can’t talk or they’re very shy
A/N: Here ya go! Managed to get everyone to stay mostly in character. Please be warned there are hints of nsfw for each character, although nothing graphic in nature. And that the entries for Gortash and Raphael describe abusive relationships, so heed the trigger warnings below. 
🔇 Mute!Reader HC x BG3 Males: 🔇
TW: Domestic Abuse & Vaguely NSFW Content
(Abuse and Manipulation for the Gortash & Raphael ones. Also allusions to sex throughout each entry.)
Astarion: 
He’s suspicious of you at first. Even more so that you don’t talk. But if you prove you’re  not a threat in other ways, he doesn’t actually mind it all that much. He talks to you about the same. A good amount of what he says is either posturing or complaining- and that doesn't change just because you can’t talk back. If anything, he complains even more, knowing you wont tell him to shove off like the others. He greatly enjoys how dramatic he gets to be around you. He’ll lean against a city wall and dramatically lay the back of his hand over his face: ‘I tell you Darling, it’s like these people don’t notice me at all!’ You blink at his outburst, your expression unchanged, clearly unamused. 
Still says lots of witty comments under his breath, and subtly looks over at you to see if you’ve smirked or blushed in response. Gets really good at reading all the little reactions you make. He makes a mental catalog of every half smirk, every eye twitch, every shoulder shrug, so that he knows how you feel about something he or another has said.
Appreciates the fact that you’re unlikely to repeat anything he says to you, which makes him feel all the safer confiding in you about his condition and his past, knowing you can’t go sounding the alarm. 
Ends up going on tangents or rants about the others while you just sit there and kind of grimace, empathetically. He knows it can get annoying to just have to listen, but he’s extremely grateful for the outlet. Cazador certainly never cared what he was feeling. Nor did any of his ‘siblings’. But with you, he can bitch about his day only to turn around and find you still there, listening intently. 
Becomes a lot touchier. Like a lot. He switches from checking to verbal confirmation to physical confirmation. Takes your hand, or pulls you close, squeezes your shoulder- those sorts of things. 
Personally takes it as a challenge to see how loud he can get you to be when you’re intimate together ;) 
Gale: 
Doesn’t notice immediately lol. He’s too busy being overjoyed at the fact you don’t interrupt his long winded, pun-filled speeches to even consider it’s due to a disability or something similar on your part. He just thinks you’re the most wonderful listener. And of course, this makes him fall head over heels for you lol.
Once he does get it, he just sort of goes, ‘Oh.’ And lets that sit in the air. (He’s a bit awkward around you for a while, unsure of how to apologize, so you’d probably need to approach him and make your forgiveness known.) 
Once that misunderstanding is over, he immediately becomes occupied with finding spells to help you talk. If that’s something you want, you appreciate the effort, and let him know you’re in no rush. If that’s something you’re not interested in, you tell him as much. He’s a little disappointed and taken off guard. He explains he’s always used magic to solve his problems. You raise your brow and give him a look that says ‘And that’s been working well for you, has it?’ He relents after that. 
The two of you get really good at reading each other’s faces. And Gale takes it upon himself to talk less as well, even though you explain he doesn’t have to. He insists, saying he wants to understand what your life is like. He lasts like two days lol. 
Becomes mostly competent at understanding what you’re saying either via sign or body language, but occasionally Tera has to translate for you. Thank the gods for tressyms.
Wyll: 
Is momentarily taken aback, embarrassed by his concern he was being rude to you before, assuming you could talk to him but were choosing not to. Apologizes, profusely, for the misunderstanding on his part. 
Learns to communicate with you through other means, be it writing, or by whatever the Faerun equivalent of sign language is. He’s not the best at it, but he tries really hard to learn. Picks up basic phrases like greetings, and moods. Does request that you slow down if you’re fluent, to give his brain time to catch up. 
Doesn’t let anyone in the group make petty or passive aggressive comments while giving them a look or chewing them out. He’s very serious about it. The next time Astarion says something off the cuff, Wyll responds with, ‘Well, Astarion, I’d assume you of all people would be used to it being quiet. Having only the other rats of Baldurs Gate as friends for years.’ He’ll go for the jugular- he doesn't give af! No one gets to make you feel bad about it.
Considers going to Shadowheart or Halsin, or even Gale and asking them if there’s something they can do to help you/your condition, but that’s only with your blessing of course. He wants to help you, but doesn’t want to overstep. 
Comes to appreciate how honest you are in your other reactions- your eyes and your body language. Wyll is used to being deceived- by demons, humans, and the like- so he thinks it’s so special he can read you like a book. Whether you’re strolling through Baldur’s Gate, or enjoying your marital bed, it matters greatly to him how you truly feel and think. He’s glad he’s able to share your truth with him. 
Halsin: 
Catches on fairly quickly, although he doesn’t bring it up to you directly. He figures you will bring it up when you are ready to discuss it, and in the meantime, he would not want to pry. Listens intently when you tell him by checking in with your facial expression as he reads your writing. 
Tries to find ways to help you with what you can do. Suggests maybe enchanting a feather pen and scroll or some chalk and a small board to write out what you’re thinking so others can understand how it is you feel in real time. He offers his druid magic to do whatever you need. Hell, he even considers mentoring you to see if you feel nature’s calling. If you were a druid, perhaps you could develop a relationship with an animal companion, say a bird, or an awakened rat, or a giant eagle and get them to speak for you. 
Similar to Wyll, Halsin will try to learn sign language if that’s something you speak. However he isn’t the most adept at it. He’s very used to spellcasting, which requires at least one free hand, often his dominant hand. So he tries learning sign with his nondominant hand, but that makes it all the more difficult. He knows the alphabet, but that’s about it. You will have to slowly spell out your sentences word by word in order for him to get the gist. 
Makes sure you’re either safely hidden away at camp, or stay within his sight during a battle. He knows you cannot cry out for help, so he wants to make sure he can keep an eye on you throughout any conflict. 
Loves just being close to you. Swears he can hear the intention of your heart when the two of you are so close. He wants to assure you, your difference doesn’t make him love you any less. If anything, he is impressed with how much you continue to adapt to and overcome. He’ll say, ‘You need not speak for me to know your voice, my heart. One look in your eyes, and I know, it is an internal melody so beautiful, all of nature could not compare.’ He’ll place soft touches to your skin and face, and check your reaction before progressing any further. He thinks being intimate with you is the best way to express your emotions as a couple. After all, sex is the most ancient language of all.
Minsc: 
He doesn’t get it until Boo points it out to him lol. And even after being told, he still forgets from time to time. 
Minsc loves to talk. Well brag. And boast. And speak in the third-person. So he’s not thrown off by you having to refer to yourself with body language or with possessive pronouns in Common writings. 
He will ask you lots of questions, all throughout the day. Some are obvious and others are seemingly random, and difficult to explain with your words limited to being written down as fast as you can before Minsc’s mind wanders and changes the subject. It’s a workout for your wrists honestly. 
He will loudly announce that you’re mute every time you meet new people. ‘This is (Y/N), my dear love, she cannot speak. So (Y/N) will write her answers for Boo. And Boo will tell me. Then Minsc may tell you.’ You keep trying to tell him, the system doesn’t need Boo and him to interpret for you, especially if you’re already recording your answers in Common for others to read. 
He will never let you apologize for not being able to speak. He refuses to see it as a problem. ‘Minsc speaks loud enough for both of us, no?’ He thinks you’re the most wonderful person around. He could have his pick of the crop, and yet he chose you. Trust him, you’re the person he wants to be with more than anything. 
Gortash:
Actually kind of prefers lovers who don’t talk back, lol. He’s a very insecure man when it comes to his character. He’s cunning and wise, but clawed his way out of hell (quite literally) and the self-critical voice in his head never silences. So he’s oddly comforted that you can’t demean his temperament. 
He won’t try to fix it, nor will he allow you to try and change it in any sort of way. He doesn’t want you to go babbling on about his plans or how he is behind closed doors. That information cannot be getting out. So no, you will not be allowed any magic or spells to help you communicate. 
He will open up to you on occasion in private. The longer you’re together, the more safe he feels like confiding in you. If you feign sympathy, or if you are in fact sympathetic to his backstory, he’ll feel something akin to love for you. It’s not quite love. It’s much more logical, more calculating and pragmatic than that. But it’s about as close as you’d get with him. 
Likes how you have little to no choice other than to stay at his side and listen to him intently. He loves watching all your little apprehensive reactions when beckons you closer and pulls you into his lap. How your pulse races, how your breath quickens, he knows how his proximity makes you feel, even if you can’t open your mouth to speak the words. Besides, he’s very sure your mouth will be good for, let’s just say, other things. 
He will allow you to write him little notes here and there, but only in his office, and only when no one else is around. He’s rather paranoid that way. But he’s also rather pleased how it means you must keep seeking him out during his working hours. He’s under no false impression that he's the kindest lover. But you can’t leave him. You need him. He’s the only one who’s allowed to understand you. And he intends to keep it that way. 
Raphael: 
Like Gortash, Raphael feels a sort of sick satisfaction over the fact you can’t talk back to him. But then on the other hand, he feels a sort of sick disappointment that he can’t torture you into making all those sweet pathetic noises for him. So it’s 50/50 with him. 
He will consider giving you a voice via deviant magic if it means he can hear you beg. It drives him absolutely wild, and he refuses to go completely without it. Takes said voice away if you venture too far into brat territory, or you directly insult him. It’s a privilege for you to even look upon him, how dare you use the gift he gave you against him?
Has Harleep babysit you when he isn’t there. You can’t exactly call for help, and Raphael’s house isn’t safe for you to be wandering about unsupervised. 
Enjoys the look of pure frustration on your face when you try learning to write in Infernal, only to fail miserably. He thinks you’re adorable all revved up. He will read the notes you write in Common, he just doesn’t always respond to them. Despite his refusal to acknowledge most of them, you can tell he understands them, based on how large that vein on his forehead gets lol.
He will let you choose whether or not to have a voice during certain moments of pleasure; well, mostly pleasure. He loves the little gasps and moans you make, it fuels his lust for you even more. Then again, he doesn’t need to hear the sweet cries of your pretty voice to know whether he’s on the right track. ‘I can sense your heartbeat, little mouse,’ he'll whisper to you. Your body reveals to Raphael all there is to know, whether you want it to or not. 
The Emperor: 
It literally doesn’t matter. Dude’s telepathic lol. 
Wishes you’d become an illithid so you’d be telepathic too. Almost doesn’t take no for an answer on that one. 
Ultimately ends up relishing in the fact he alone can understand you- your wants, your needs, your dreams, and hopes. It makes him feel all the more powerful. 
Will give you the play-by-play about the Nether Brain and the Chosen Three because he’s been dying to tell someone, and he knows you can’t go running in the streets telling everyone and ruining his hopes of manipulation. Mainly because you don’t talk but also because he’s not letting you leave his realm lol, no way in hell. 
If you really don’t feel at home here, ‘You could always,’ he’ll suggest coyly, ‘Become one of us.’ You don’t even have to shake your head to tell him ‘no’. Your facial expression does all the talking for that one. 
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partycatty · 1 month
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So ive been obsesed with janet cage since she appeared in the end of mk1 and now shes finally being released with peacemaker and im desperate for something ANYTHING PLEASE 🙏 😭
YOURE SO ME FR I LOVE JANET SO MUCH GENUINELY i need her so bad she's my pfp and banner on discord rn HAHA thank you for sharing your thoughts bc i was so afraid i was alone HEHE
janet cage > this one's for you, baby!
janet's got a wittle crush on the reader, and will go to stupid lengths to show herself off
notes: you're in the genderbent universe :3 but because i'm stupid, the chosen ones' names are gonna remain the same because i couldn't think of a genderswapped name for them and wasn't about to do them dirty with new names LMAO
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it was only a couple months into training, and things were looking... decent? at least, you could consider yourself improving. sure, combat was something you trained in, but when it came to you versus whatever horrors outworld contained, you tugged at the collar of your shirt.
janet, however, seemed unfazed. actually, she seemed ecstatic! you'd seen a couple of her movies and knew she could kick ass if needed. her physique impressed you, as did her endless charm and effortless ability to piss the swordswoman off. her attitude was brushed off for your sake. you knew she had just gone through a messy divorce with her ex-wife, is in talks of selling her mega mansion, and new roles were coming up dry. you'd think she'd be bitter but it turned out to be quite the opposite. her typical swagger and flourished gestures tore you from your thoughts.
"there she is!" janet exclaims, swinging a toned arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her side. "you miss me? i bet you did!" you recall the last time you interacted with her: lunch. twenty minutes ago. even still, her perky attitude flustered you quicker than you'd like to admit.
"suuure," you sarcastically reply, hoping to toy with her ego a bit. "as if i didn't see you at lunch."
"it's hard to not miss me when i'm not around," she sighs dramatically, as if she has the hard life. "no need to lie to me, babe. you love having me around." your insides twist at the name. as you eyes are downcast, janet's eyes light up more than usual with a slight blush to her cheeks.
"whatever you wanna believe, miss A-List," you swat her arm, and she removes it though her grin remains unfaltered. janet pauses for a moment, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes and settling them on top of her head. you're winded by her beauty. you had seen it on screen as mentioned before, but there was some alluring power of her eyes when they were only a couple feet from your face. janet could kick ass, but she was also a gorgeous actress.
"tell you what," she shoots a single finger gun at you, once again removing you from your daydreams full of her face... among other things. "you won't have to miss me tonight. raiden and i planned to spar after dinner. you'll watch me kick her ass, right?" there was a hint of pleading, almost nervousness in her gaze. as if she needed you to say yes. her brows knitted together for only a single twitch.
"don't sweat," you reassure her, taking her strong hands in yours with a soft smile. "i'll be your cheerleader." with your confirmation, you turn on your heel and head the other direction to tend to your own duties. what you don't notice, however, is janet whooping to herself as soon as your back is turned.
just as the sun hits golden hour, you and the girls are waiting by the sparring ring. raiden stands straight, hands behind her back as she waits for her opponent to arrive. and so she does. janet comes jogging into view, waving at the crowd of monks and earthrealmers. she waves and smiles, blowing kisses to an unamused audience. she acts like it's another one of her performances. liu kang rolls her eyes.
"i bet your chakram hat that janet gets her ass kicked," you mutter to kung lao, who stood beside you with a smirk. she nudges your shoulder.
"aren't you supposed to be on janet's side?" kung lao mumbles back with a knowing grin. when you return with a perplexed frown, she scoffs. "everyone and their mother could figure out you're into her."
your cheeks puff up out of frustration, ready to rip kung lao a new one for being so loud and direct, but you see a hand snap in your face. snapping your neck to the source, you meet your eyes with janet's, who was leaning down to catch your attention.
"hey hey, eyes on me, sweet thing," her voice feels like honey when it drops low, and you snap back to her attention with a dazed look in your eye. your heel drives into kung lao's foot when you hear her snicker. "atta girl, check this out." a part of you dies inside from embarrassment. damn her and her confidence.
the spar begins, and admittedly it's evenly matched. punches are matched with kicks, parries and dodges slightly rile the crowd up from how equal the combat is. while raiden is calculated, janet is quick, and it becomes apparent that janet actually has a good chance.
that is, until she successfully knocks raiden to the ground. she's doubled over in pain, trying to prop herself up enough to come back from the near-knockout. janet winds up a fist almost comically, winding it in circles with a grin. just before she lands the blow, she turns to you with a beaming, cocky grin.
"this one's for you, baby!" janet shouts out, pulling her sunglasses down with her other hand to wink. before you could even consider being flattered, raiden flips up and shifts her weight, readying a godlike kick.
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janet sits awkwardly on the cot, fidgeting with the now broken pair of sunglasses in her hands. she can't seem to bring herself to focus on you, even as you're leaning into her to wipe her wounds.
"you should have been more careful," you gently scold her, holding her face up by her chin to wipe the dried blood on her nose. "i don't need the whole show to be impressed, janet."
she smiles lazily, eyelashes fluttering as she inspects your features. "did i at least look hot getting my nose broken?"
you want to sigh and scold her further, but you decided to indulge in her entertainment and smile back, and janet visibly tenses up at your warm stare.
"very."
her lazy smile turns into a lopsided grin as she realizes you're calling her hot. not that her ego needed it really, she knew she was hot. but you saying of it all people, dear lord she was reeling. although she was an actress, a damn good one, you could see she was visibly straining herself from losing it. so, considering you had the upper hand, you hold her face by her cheeks and squish gently with a teasing smile.
"you're blushing."
janet frowns dubiously. "am not."
"i can see it. you're blushing." your eyes flicker between hers, and then to her lips briefly. she sucks them in, focusing on your own lips with dazed eyes.
perhaps janet could use another lesson, you think. so, instead of indulging in what you both want, you let go of her face and place the bloodied rag in a discard bin, wiping your hands on your thighs. janet freezes with a pleading look, knowing exactly what you're doing. you're playing a sick game of cat and mouse.
"where are...?" janet's voice trails off sheepishly, the hardest indicator that you've caught her off guard. she wants to stand up and follow you out, but the monks told her to stay, and a pounding migraine from the blow made sudden movement difficult.
"gotta fight for what you want, janet," you coo innocently, waving with your fingers before you exit the tent. "just don't get your ass kicked. maybe then i'll reward you."
you're not around long enough to see the steam spilling from her ears and her beet-red cheeks.
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Flowers
Carlos Sainz X leclerc!reader
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Synopsis who? Read and find out.
Words count : 2.8k
Warnings : grammar, cursing, blood, cheating mentioned, overprotective brothers, not proof read, hospitals, arguing , ex! Pierre.
*Anything in (bold italic) is either french or Spanish.
You can read " pt.2 here " and "PT.3 here" and "pt.4 here"
*Let me know if anyone would like part 2 of this✨
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Giving her twin and youngest brother keys to her appointment wasn't a great idea, at all . Their once in a while checking in on her turned into crashing whenever they please just to annoy her and raid her kitchen empty , "you always get the good stuff" as they put it .
Reminding them that they both have their own places to stay at whenever they're back home from roaming the world driving their super fast cars , it went in one ear and out the other . So it came down to one of two choices (a). Putting up with their antics and endure it (they're your brothers it's kind of what you're signed up for life being the only girl and having an overprotective twin brother on top of that) , or (b). Snitch on them and tell her Mama .
Snitching won't do . From experience it backfired before , them being the dramatic class A actors they are they put up a sob story of how they missed her , being busy with their careers drifts them apart, and missing on her life and how they wanted to spend time compensating the wasted time away . that got her a scolding of a lifetime from her Mama while they both sat back behind her eating snacks (from her own pantry) and snickering like the little first grade school kids they are .
Enzo being the godsend he is would kick them both to let her breathe . But that won't last long , they always come back . specially when it's time for the Monaco GP . Both would hound her for not attending their races as she used to , guilt tripping her for refusing them flying her out through the season , knowing she'd give in and let them drag her out . Touring around the paddock, introducing her to the new faces and catch up with the familiar ones , and she'd take it as a chance to get back on them , saying how Max and Lewis are the best drivers or how Sebastian is her all time favourite Ferrari driver , which leaves them very annoyed and highly offended , both working restlessly to not let her near any of them or their garages under any circumstances.
But for now they're just mainly here to snoop and munch on her groseries . And as she was about to berate them for barging in, again , the doorbell rang which left her confused as she's not expecting any visitors or any delivery today . Looking back she sighed as none of them made a move to see who's at the door shrugging "it's your place , you should see to it yourself", with a huff she mumbled "if so then what are your lazy asses still doing here!! Huh?" Then head out to answer the still ringing door .
A young man dressed in a uniform stood at her door holding a delicate bouquet of her favourite flowers . Asking hesitantly "miss leclerc?" , She gave him a reassuring smile "yes , how can I help you?" and he visibly let out a sigh of relief handing her the flowers along with a note "a special Delivery specifically for you miss , please sign here to confirm" after signing and thanking him she wished him a good day and shut the door , taking a moment to admire the bouquet delicately wrapped and took notice of the note attached to one of the stems as she was about to smell them . smiling as she read it :
"I saw them and thought of you mi amor , I miss you so"
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Pocketing the note and heading to the kitchen to find a suitable vase to put the flowers in , her overly curious brother followed her in , seeing the bouquet and the shy smile on her face , they smelled something weird going on , and it's definitely not the flowers .
They kept on asking about it ," who send them , and why?" She scoffed at that giving them side eyes as she asked " you mean I don't deserve to get followers ? Like why would anyone send them to (ME)? Right?" They both panicked not meaning for her to think that way , apologizing and trying to explain how they're just curious about who might send them , but she just shrugged saying it came without a name or a note on it and went on prepping the stems and adding water before arranging then and taking it out to the living room, setting it proudly in the centre both her brothers glaring at it , both in mild disgust (but none of them would say a word they're her favourite flowers they won't be that mean) , and greatly disturbed as someone out there is sending their precious sister flowers ! , but who's that bastard who knew her favourite flowers and dared to send them to her place ? Who!? . As there's nothing they could do without a note or any idea who might send them they just let it go seeing her smile and how happy she was about them they let it slide , for now . trying to distract her away as they both thought about throwing them along with the vase out the window but they'll hold off of it for now .
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Later that night while putting together outfits for the upcoming weekend , she received a message , asking her if she like the flowers . She laughed as she send a message assuring that she Indeed loved them , but her brothers didn't , sending a picture of both her brothers both glaring at the flowers as if that would welt them faster . The messages went back and forth each one brought a wide fond smile into her lips.
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The weekend rolled in , and both free practices and quali went well , as well as it could go for Charles with his record of unfortunate events this year spcially during home race , starting to believe that Monaco's curse is real as both him and his youngest brother were doomed with bad luck through the weekend .
Her Attending their races and cheering them on the loudest was the highlight of their days , but as for the past couple of years it wasn't the case anymore . Avoiding any race like the plague , with excuses of being busy with work and having to travel elsewhere for events and meetings . But realising how apart that made her feel from her brothers more so with Charles . How time went by without her standing by his side supporting him through his hard times , now more than ever , calls and messages aren't the same as being there to hold his hand after a bad day . So she decided that she won't let anything or anyone scare her away from supporting her brothers.
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After checking in and meeting both Enzo and Arthur chatting and giving her own predictions about the upcoming race , they spotted Charles Giving him a judgemental look as he met them outside hospitality .
He knew what she was about to say " don't start with me " she just kept looking at him " I didn't say anything !" He huffed refusing to listen " what's wrong with it , it's my lucky pants!" Giving him a once over " this thing have nothing to do with luck , it's hideous! That's what it is ! " He argued back " it's not" she gave him a deadpanned look " You look like a walking stop sign!" He looked offended as Arthur tried to cover his laugh with a cough he turn to her glaring lightly " take that back!" , Shrugging she said " I will when you give the clown's pants back to the cercus " . Before he could reach out to tug on her hair as he used to whenever he couldn't win an argument and still do , Enzo smacked his hand away guiding her to move away to not start anything , he scold them both urging her to move along and for Charles to head down to his garage , before he's called out for being late . He dragged his feet giving them three hugs all wishing him luck and to stay safe before heading back .
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Charles huffed in defeat, making his way to meet up with Carlos in his driver's room , both heading to their team's preifing, complaining as he made his way across the paddock , Knocking on his door after he reached it , hearing a faint "come in " he opened the door stepping inside. Finding his teammates hunched form sitting in the corner , sighing before approaching to sit beside him , both exhausted and fed up with their team's failed attempts through out the season, neither the cars nor the strategies are functioning properly , their word not taken seriously as their team kept on pushing on them expecting different results while applying the same failed methods .
Looking around the room he spotted a single flower sitting atop one of the shelves , he let out a tired huff of a laugh turning to Carlos beside him " you got flowers too" that got the Spaniard's attention asking in a distracted Mannar "hum?" , Charles pointed it out to him , getting a faint but genuine smile back " I didn't receive it, I bought it" earning a confused sound of his teammate "why would buy only one flower? " Carlos leaned back " I didn't only buy a single flower , I got them for someone dear to my heart , they're always on my mind and whenever I can I send them flowers to let them know that I'm thinking of them , and I always keep one with me" that got Charles to oooh at him " you're very much so in love mate" Carlos only smiled at him " I am" , Charles smiles at him but adds in confusion "but still ,why do you have one with you ?" He looked at him before finally answering " whenever I give them flowers I always keep one with me , that's like Keeping a piece of them with me , and to know when to get them new flowers to replace the old ones" Charles groaned pushing Carlos "now I feel too miserable and too single ,why can't someone love me like that?!" Carlos laughed at his dramatic friend standing up nudging him to get up "com'on , we have a meeting to attend" Charles groaned again rolling his eyes as he stood too both heading out "it's not like they have anything new to say , the cars are shitty and they'll blame us again " .
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Stepping out of the hospitality she , making her way back to the pit where she left her brothers to go and grab a drink , seeing them deep in conversation with some of their friends she took the chance to stretch her legs and go somewhere less crowded , taking a moment to breathe before going back to the bustling paddock.
But before she could move along , someone called her name , turning back she found Pierre heading her way she gave him a nod as he stood before her " not even a hello? " She just stood her ground giving no reaction " what do you want Gasly?" He feigned hurt as he puts a hand on his heart " chérie, you've wounded me , don't be like that" she rolled her eyes " I have no interest in what you want to say , and I'd appreciate it if you don't waste my time" turning to leave he caught her wrist tugging her back "I was talking to you, you need to listen to what I have to say " she only scoffed at him" and I don't have to listen to anything you have to say , I've listened to you long enough to know how little your words means, now unhand me!" , his grip only tightened as she tried to tug her hand out and before he could retort back , a hand grabbed his causing his hand to loosen up but still not letting go , both looking up finding Carlos who stood before Pierre , his back straight and shoulders tense as he stood to shield her from the other's sight , with her free hand she gripped the back of his shit grounding both herself and him before it escalate into a bigger scene , he gave him a cold stare "let her go" , Pierre only glared at him " this is non of your business Sainz, so run along " he spat out before wincing as the grip on his wrist only got stronger making him release his hold on her "it got everything to do with me , she clearly told you to fuck off" Carlos then twisted his hold hard enough to cause pain but not enough to cause damages , taking a step towards him he promised darkly " touch her again , and you won't have a hand to drive with" releasing him as she tugged at his shirt whispering for him " Carlos, please, he's not worth it " turning to her he took her wrist in his hand delicately inspecting the bruise of a handprint around it , but got cut off as Charles approached them , unaware of what occurred minutes ago " what are you three doing?" His smile dropped as he took in the sight of his sister's bruised wrist, Carlos angry face and Pierre's retreated figure who turned tail when he saw him coming.
He took her hand before she could hide it away asking angrily " who did this !?" Both looked at each other before she shook her head " it's nothing" but Charles didn't take that " how is it nothing! Your whole wrist is bruised up!" Before turning to Carlos with a glare "was it him?" His sister stepped between them trying to calm her brothers rapid thoughts "Non! , Charles please calm down. he helped me! " Charles kept his glare as he looked at her " then who did this !?" She shook her head "I'll tell you , but not here , please!" . Giving them both an irritated look but backing out as people started to wander around , giving his teammate a harsh glare before moving on without a word , keeping his temper down until he gets an explanation from her .
She turned to Carlos with a worried frown taking his hand in hers to give him a reassuring squeeze trying to brave herself before facing her brothers wrath , they planned on telling him about what's been going on between them , but they didn't expect it to be like this . He held hers with both hands giving her knuckles a gentle kiss before giving her bruised wrist one too , trying to comfort her as best as he could before having to let her face her very much angry brother on her own addressing her gently "I could come with you mi Vida , you don't have to do this alone" , smiling at him she shook her head at his words "I have to tell him , at least by telling him it'll get the burden off of our shoulders and I don't want things to turn between you two, I know how he'll get once he finds out and I don't want him to say or do anything that he'll regret " he reluctantly lets her hand go nodding in understanding of what she meant but still concerned about her "alright, but you call me the moment it over , I don't care whenever , you call and I'll be on your doorsteps the moment you need me , if I have to face him then so be it . nothing would keep me away from you , ok?" She nodded in agreement giving his cheek a light peck before turning to follow her brothers steps .
On her way out she met with Enzo who frowned upon seeing their faces , hers filled with worry and doubt , and his is twisted in mild irritation upon seeing her wrist but kept his mouth shut as she hastly told him they were going to talk , immediately understanding what she meant ushering her to go with a worried look while praying that it won't turn into a disastrous mess , Holding back a curious Arthur who was about to follow them , shaking his head while telling him quietly he'll explain it to him later , standing back watching as they disappear beyond the gates of the paddock .
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OUR SECRET — MYG
chapter two
Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.
Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.
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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.
"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.
"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.
"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.
"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.
"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.
"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.
"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.
"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.
"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.
"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.
"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.
"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.
"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.
"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.
"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.
"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.
"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.
"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.
"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.
"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".
"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.
"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.
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highhhfiveee · 4 months
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safety net [p4]
tags: pornstar!mike schmidt, fluff (cute anniversary moments, award show memories, and talks of the future), mentions of smut (videos mike has made, including pegging and glory holes, and suggestiveness at the end), angst (insecurity and awkwardness🫂). proofread, but there are potential errors ofc. i also don't know how award shows really work atm so enjoy this dramatization lmao
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“happy one year, baby.”
the wind whips your hair across your face as mike drops his hand-blindfold from your eyes, and your chest tightens with shock as you track your gaze over the scene in front of you.
you still couldn't believe how thoughtful mike was, even after all this time. you'd told him that you'd wanted to stay in for your anniversary, and he'd accepted your request with open arms; so much so that he'd arranged an entire set-up on his balcony.
you'd thought there would be food and lights at minimum, but you weren't expecting an entire wooden pergola strung with yellow fairy lights above a large dining table, or three dozen white roses being placed in your hands, or the small quintet playing smooth jazz in the corner, bordered by the sizzling glow of nightlife that stretched for miles behind them.
the city, bright and pulsing with energy, from this height isn't a backdrop that you'd ever expected to surrounded with, but nothing up here is anything you'd ever seen in your entire life, at least not all together in one singular place for one purpose. you're staring at everything with blank eyes, but only because the amalgamation of your feelings has you immobilized.
“do you like everything?” mike asks frantically when you don't say anything, rubbing your goose-bumped arms with gentle passion characteristic of his boyish charm. "is it enough? god, wait, let me get you a jacket." mike skitters back inside, leaving you to try and take everything in.
you'd been over twenty-four hours prior, and there was nothing that could've given away what he was up to. he hadn't let anything slip, and you're surprised that he was able to keep something so massive under such tight lock. the fact that he doesn't think it's enough, frenzied and feral for your response, bewilders you further and you're still staring at the pergola, saying to the attendant standing by, "did they put that up this morning?" when you feel fabric cloak your bare shoulders. it's mike's jacket, the same one that he'd put on you the night you met, and knowing him, it's intentional.
you whisper, "thank you", a light soundwave in the air, and mike's throwing a frown your way, walking you over to the dining table. "god, it's not enough, huh?"
there's a solid gold candelabra in the middle of the table, the flames of small candles licking at the skyline. your table settings are fancy, with silverware of different sizes, overly-starched cloth napkins, finely ironed placemats covered by a menu printed on thick cardstock, and crystal glasses that look like they must've cost mike his own arms and legs and those of his first born son.
"mike, you've got to be kidding me," he grabs the flowers from your grasp, setting them on the far side of the table before pulling your chair out for you. you slip your arms into the sleeves of his jacket as you sit. "it's definitely enough and perfect, i just...all this is for us?"
"for us," he confirms with a smirk, settling himself into his own seat. his position adjacent from you allows you to get your first good look at his outfit, considering he'd whisked you inside and shielded your vision as soon as you'd crossed into his foyer. "for me, and for you."
his crisp, sluttily unbuttoned white dress shirt and black jeans clash with your plaid argyle vest and workwear khakis, and you're blushing as you retreat into his jacket.
"no fair, how could you let me come underdressed?" you'd made your way over straight from work per his request, and with everything being so fancy and ornate, you wish that you'd fought against him for a chance to change into something more fitting.
"i didn't want you stressing about something as arbitrary as clothes tonight. you always look beautiful, work attire or not," he patiently reassures, wrangling your clammy hands into his ring-clad ones and kissing at every single one of your knuckles. "it's refreshing, having you like this."
he'd been using that word in reference to you a lot recently, refreshing, and while being mike's breath of fresh air should've filled you with an overwhelming sense of pride, you couldn't deny the strange, acidic aftertaste that it imprinted on your spirit.
you'd only become hyperaware of mike's notoriety in the porn industry in the latter few months of your relationship; sure, he'd been doing it for a decade and had a ton of videos and a slew of awards, but ever since you'd been stopping by the studio and tagging along on some of his work errands (namely holding his hand during testings), you'd started to get the picture on how massive he was in his world.
Ecstasy Sindicate, cleverly named, had been the american production company to watch over the last decade, and mike was their treasure trove, an absolute goldmine of content and charisma.
once, you'd been tasked with going through his piles of fanmail, skimming through (sometimes used) panties and bras and letters, some of them detailing people's parasocial attachments to chase cox ("want him to come in you? get in line", you once mumbled).
he was famous in this sphere; all eyes on him, his next moves, and now you. early on, you would've never believed that you'd have to private all of your social media accounts and deal with internet idiots, but when your mentions started to bubble with comments, questions, and scorn about all things chase cox and y/n, it'd finally dawned on you that you were with someone of status and that you gained some attention simply by association.
one trademark experience of this sudden breakthrough was the award show he'd taken you to a few months ago. the xtc awards were huge in the industry, completely fan-nominated and -voted. it garnered alot of buzz, helped catapult lots of people's careers, and this year, mike had been the most nominated performer.
you'd given him a wooden "yayyyy", squinting your eyes in awkward agony when he cheered, "nominated for eleven awards and get to walk to the carpet with my incredibly sexy plus one. it's gonna be great."
just the title of plus one made you feel like you were out of your league, an additional label of pressure saddled on your shoulders. you weren't just his girlfriend anymore; you were his guest, so you had to look good, and be good, and do proper guest things. you didn't even know what those things were.
mike made the looking good part easy for you, or in his words, "i'm just assisting. you're really doing all the work, beautiful."
you chose your own dress, of course. all mike asked for was permission to sit in on your fitting; an intimate meeting with one of the most sought after stylists in entertainment. you'd gaped at the tags on every single one, gasping and heaving when price figures passed from three to four, then four to five.
"this is two more zeros than i've ever seen on the price of a dress," you rasped, twisting your hips in a navy blue floor-length gown. you'd never worn anything like it; with its price first and foremost, but secondly, with its airy material and deep plunge neckline.
it made you feel confident, attaching to your body in what felt to you like kismet, and though you wanted to keep playing dress-up with all the designer pieces you were surrounded by, you knew that you'd found the one.
"it's yours if you want it, baby," mike insisted, and you made eye contact with him in the mirror, amusedly pursing your lips at his low, sultry gaze. then, you felt like you could be in his world. you could go into the award show on his arm, assimilating to the environment with an ease that wasn't just because of mike. you could belong there just for being dolled up, costumed from head to toe just like everyone else.
"cost a lot to look good, huh?" you hummed, sturdily placing your hands on your hips.
"and look good, you do."
on the ride back to his house, you'd come back down to earth a bit, pouting to him, "can i at least give you $50 for the dress?"
he'd chuckled at you, mumbling, "y/n, my love, no. it's just a rental. got it for a pretty fair price actually..."
he stopped when he caught your grimace, your thin finger poking at his arm in earnest; you genuinely wanted to give him something for it, and who was he to deny you that? you just wanted to be nice, considering what he'd done for you. he loved you for that, for all that you are; he'd weakened into you as he spread his warm hand across your thigh. "but...if you really want to, of course."
he smiled in awe at the way you cheered, eagerly fishing your phone from your bag and sending him an apple cash message; money he'd ended up giving back to you days later when you mentioned a book series you were interested in.
renting you a five figure dress wasn't the only thing he'd had up his sleeve; he'd given you an opportunity to have all your hair and makeup done by some of the best professionals in the industry. you hadn't been overly thrilled with the news, only because you didn't know how you would feel about being poked and prodded for hours. it was another part of dress-up, and while switching clothes every couple of minutes was fun, having to sit very still in a chair while people touched you was not, at least to you.
still, you'd caved, melting at mike's wild rambles about their artistry and expertise. not everyone in life got to have these moments, and there you were, feeling standoffish towards a gateway into a life of exploration.
you gave mike your strongest grin, working to maintain it through your sessions as you sat in between so many perfect people, conversing and planning with their own salaried glam teams. most of them weren't even just pornstars; the hotel you were at had put you in the proximity of some of the most notable musicians, models, and faces in the current pop culture climate, and you felt like an imposter in your own skin.
you hadn't even minded the services anyway. you'd managed some conversation with the artists, asking them about what books they liked and what their favorite cake was. you'd tickled them, and while you'd felt like you'd cracked your way in ever so slightly, you still didn't feel right.
even as your hair was swept into an intricate updo dusted with glitter, and your face primed and painted with items totaling more than your biweekly salary, you hadn't felt like you'd deserved any of it.
your idea of belonging because you looked like everyone else didn't convince you much. you hadn't done anything to be there, unlike some of the massive names you'd seen pass through the glam suite conference room; mike was your entry, and the thought made your skin prickle, as if everyone's eyes were cutting you with contempt.
the being good portion of being a guest came when you'd met mike's assistant/publicist/friend, matilda (manic pixie dream girl sans pixie and dream); she'd barged into the private nail appointment you and mike were having, jolting you both into looking up at her from your perches on the bed. she looked like a mad scientist, wearing a long white jacket with her spiky platinum blonde hair pulled into two sprouts at the top of her head. her wispy bangs skirted her eyebrows, and she raised her right one with a smile and, "oh so glad to see you two all done up, but did i miss the part about a spa day in the schedule?"
she swirled her index finger over the two of you and then jammed it into her clipboard, beginning a jovial back and forth with mike. "i wanted to plan a surprise for y/n. you know, it's my schedule and i have access to it."
"yes, but you have to tell me when you make changes, mike! we've been doing this for years, what happened to the synergy?"
you'd loved mike's act of defiance; once, you'd sleepily mumbled about how cute it would be to have matching nails as you observed his hands while you cuddled in bed, and now, he'd made that one-off moment a memory for the both of you.
"----well, you're done, yeah? we've gotta get to the venue now. they want to run a long dress rehearsals and even thinking about it is stressing me the fuck out. the bosses haven't even shown up yet!"
you were fascinated by the ability of such an event to be organized and chaotic at the same time. though mike had his security detail and team with him to keep him on schedule, there was always some instance of disarray (a missing tie, another talent going over their appointment time) where matilda had to ferociously bark into her headset, giving the people on the other end a lashing that would make anyone forfeit a career in entertainment forever.
"move, move, move!" she chants as she fans both you and mike into the backseat of a black truck, keeping her eyes on a weighty clipboard stacked with memos and call-sheets as she takes a seat herself.
"mike tells me it's your first time at something like this," she'd said during the ride, nodding towards the neurotic hand wringing you'd been doing. you blushed, moving to sit on your hands. mike chuckled at you softly, and you opened your mouth to answer matilda. you'd noticed that she'd trained her focus elsewhere, pointing her pen towards a list on paper, and then at tangible things strewn around the truck. you stayed silent until she prompted, "well?"
"um, yes. i...um, live on the south side and work in an office," you replied. "sorry, you just weren't...looking at me so i didn't know you still wanted an answer---"
matilda sucked her teeth, leering at you with an almost animated longing. "god, you're lucky. how i wish i could be normal again. assisting is multitasking hell. a lot of the time i'm not looking while i do something else, so don't take it personally. busy busy busy mind up here," she tapped a manicured index finger on her forehead, baring her frazzled, ice blue eyes at you. "busy busy."
she unsettled you, deeply, but you'd been more concerned with how you were lucky in all this. on monday, you'd be back in your cubicle, sucking down a cold brew with oat milk on an empty stomach, and she'd be surrounded by stars galore. it didn't seem like you were the winner in this situation, or at least the person living the more charmed life.
things had ramped up by a thousand degrees once you'd made it to the venue, matilda's barking happening more often than times you'd blinked.
"we have not a minute to spare, people! time is money and we waste neither!" by that mantra, you and mike were dressed from head to toe in what felt like a blink. he was being whisked away for rehearsals soon after, leaving you alone in the green room with your phone and a tower of fancy sparkling waters contained behind a gigantic clear fridge door.
you'd cracked one open, bringing it to your lips when matilda, who should've been with mike, poked her head into the room and glared you down. "use a straw, and hold it away from your dress. you want that deposit back, don't you?"
you'd entertained yourself for the last hour by trying every flavor of sparkling water you'd seen and ranking them on a tier list; you were on cranberry limeade when mike and maltida strolled in, breathing out, "some of these flavors are unnecessary," with a small burp at the end.
your silly little moment had distracted you from what was actually happening, and the pit in your stomach, created by the imposter syndrome brewing within you, began to expand again as matilda guided you and mike to the auditorium breezeway for the red carpet.
matilda swiped at your flyaways, fine tuning you for getty images before moving onto mike. she adjusted his rings and pins before pulling out a small tin of product to touch up his hair; he griped at her, hissing, "no thank you. there's already enough shit in it."
"i know you love the tousled look, but this is your first red carpet with your laaadyyyyy," matilda sang, rubbing some pomade between her palms and reaching up to comb it through mike's strands, forgoing his pout. "best if you don't look like you've just come right from the passion set."
you were provided with the rundown while you waited for your turn to walk the carpet. "okay, it's not that much of a deal. it's all about angles, so i hope you know yours. don't worry too much about what the photogs are screaming at you either. they're here for you, not the other way around. make sure to smile, but not too much; if you can, smize and keep all your emotion above the nose like this----"
matilda demonstrated for you, a dramatic motion that you genuinely attempted to follow, but mike held out his hand in exasperation, prematurely halting the antics. "just follow me, baby. you'll be fine," he kissed at your forehead, taking your hand in his as he led you from the shadowy hall. "you look damn amazing."
besides his nails, he'd coordinated with you in the sweetest ways; colored accents on his suit, opting for a handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket, your initials embroidered into the fabric in navy blue, and gold cuff links to pair with your jewelry. it comforted you to know that he was flaunting himself as your counterpart, feeling dignity at the fact that you were his other half. you nuzzled into him, rubbing your thumb over the skin of his palm. "you don't look half bad yourself."
though you'd never let go of mike's hand throughout the stop and go, you'd still been overwhelmed with it as a whole; every flashbulb, "chase, chase! over here!", "tell us about the special lady!", and abrupt movement down the line, commandeered by a suddenly militant matilda, was unfamiliar to you. you were sure that mike felt the tension erupting throughout you, and you tried to find solace in the feeling of his touch, whether it was on the small of your back or waist or hand. he never left your side, and you were grateful for his chivalry, though it couldn't overpower the overstimulation you felt.
your overactive brain had stiffened you, causing you to transform into a sentient two by four, and you'd gripped for mike's shoulder, turning into his body as the harsh lights burned the skin of your exposed back. it was embarrassing, cowering like that. you'd heard matilda calling, "face out! face out!" from the end of the stop and repeat, but it felt almost impossible; you couldn't think of any angles, the yelling photographers made your head hurt, and how the fuck did you smize?
mike had turned to his side, wrapping his arms around you and showering you with kisses. he'd managed to loosen you up enough for a candid smile and laugh, and you worked to throw your face towards the lights again, closing your eyes and giving them your best grin. you'd caught matilda giving you both two zealous thumbs up when your eyes opened, while she exaggeratedly squealed, "love it!"
you were just starting to have fun, mike dipping you for an "oh, so romantic!" photo-op, when your upside down vision locked on amelie, beginning her own walkthrough a dozen or so feet from you.
you understood why she was the most popular girl on Ecstasy Sindicate's website; she played femme fatale on and off screen, and in such an effortless way, using her eyes and ever-glossy pout in her favor. she oozed sex appeal monday through sunday, and besides her striking beauty, it almost felt like a crime to you that she was more enticing with her clothes on.
the sheath silhouette and queen anne neckline of her black dress sculpted her body perfectly, a tear-drop crystal-adorned shawl draped so delicately over her narrow shoulders trailing past her long legs as she strolled. her dark hair had been flattened pin-straight, held back with silver bobby pins to showcase the gigantic diamond earrings that dangled from her lobes, shimmering in the light as opposed to her low, dramatic smize.
that's how you did it.
the demands from the media shifted, ringing around you as you gawked at her from mike's arms, right side up now. "the money maker!" "turn for us, show it all!".
"give us chase and michaela together!"
mike looked to you like he was asking permission, and it made you feel icky. asking you for permission meant that he'd been clued in to your feelings, and you couldn't handle the thought of him knowing that you were genuinely envious of his coworker.
"yeah, go, go. you don't have to ask."
he'd handed you off to matilda at the end of the carpet, placing a soft kiss on your lips before marching over to amelie and pulling her into his side by her waist. you tried to maintain your calm, reminding yourself that this was work for them, but it was almost impossible to look past their effortless connection; it was disgusting the way they fawned over each other, complimenting clothing and hair and body parts with steady glances and bubbly laughs.
"makes your shoulders look very broad, is that what you were going for?" amelie's hands grazed over his shoulders and down his arms with a lazy appreciation.
"well it's not working since you have your legs out. i mean, c'mon they overshadow everything."
you'd been close to combustion watching amelie rest her hand against mike's pec, covering the personalization on his handkerchief as the cameras flashed at an inhuman tempo for the two of them. she slid into an easy pose, melting into mike as he tightened his grip on her hip. "over here! over here!" "looking good as always you two!"
"god, they're hot together," matilda confessed, biting at the cap of her pen. with a quick cut of the eyes to you, she jumped, face-palming and erratically musing, "sorry, they're just our most popular pairing and whew, we can all see why. so she's a bit taller than him? they both ooze insane sex appeal, and the chemistry! that's what attracts the people. height doesn't equal hotness, attitude does. remember that, y/n."
they were hot together, and while a part of your brain imagined your body pressed between the two of them, it took everything in the physical you not to cause a scene, shoving your way between them and ruining all their shots with middle fingers and boob shots, nipples and all. you were willing to fight back, but you could only think about how bad it would look on mike for your insecurity to impede on his night.
inside, you were sat at a table with mike and a few of his other coworkers. amelie sat across from you; she'd almost looked bored, mouthing a few tired phrases to those around her while you openly observed her being. matilda had encouraged mike to network with some insiders before the show started, and you'd used that time to stare, trying to uncover what made her so...her.
you'd tried to be more covert with your reconnaissance when mike returned to his seat, placing his hand on your thigh with a kiss to your cheek as the ceremony began, but she'd caught you every time, tossing you a flirty wink when you lingered for a moment too long.
mike had won so many awards that night; it was a clean sweep on all of the major categories---choice male performer, performer of the year, video of the year, production company of the year---and you'd thanked god for it; the frequent announcement of his name allowed you moments where you didn't have to focus on the woman across from you ogling him like he was a piece of meat. you were able to hug and kiss him in such a possessive fashion, maintaining amelie's surveil of you each time you pulled away.
mike included you in all of his speeches--"and to my beautiful girlfriend, who's been by my side through this entire year". the camera panned to you a handful of times, and you smiled shyly, giving a bashful giggle here and a dismissive wave there.
you'd gloated in it, wondering what you'd do during the next cuts to you, but they never ended up happening again. mike had skipped over his gratitude for you and your support during his last win... choice pairing with amelie.
they gave each other a tight hug at the table, dashing up to the stage hand in hand, and the sheer amount of people standing and clapping for them had you withdrawing into your seat. this is what millions of views, wicked sex appeal, and allurement got you, you'd inferred.
"and finally, i have to thank michaela here. really, we have to thank each other. i wouldn't be standing here accepting this award with her if it wasn't for her and all of our loyal fans out there, so thank you, thank you, thank you."
amelie took the award from him, leaning down to the microphone with her tongue skating over her teeth. she bit into her lip, stating, "chase basically took my speech and switched the names so, everything he said, thank you, thank you, thank you."
they laughed along with the audience, holding onto each other's arms as they kissed each other's cheeks, and while it's a friendly gesture, you noticed how amelie casually lifted her hand to his face, stroking at his freshly shaven jaw with a coy smirk.
you pushed past the agony you felt inside, rubbing mike's arm and offering him a tight smile as he settled back beside you, buzzing with adrenaline from his eventful night. "seven awards tonight, baby. fucking crazy, huh?"
you nodded, cutting your eyes to amelie as she snidely added, "all well deserved. we'd all know." the entire table erupted into amicable laughter, everyone congratulating mike with a personal quip of some sort. these people were a close knit unit, a chosen family in their world of adult entertainment, and though you were happy that mike was surrounded by so much love and support, you'd briefly wished that you two had been in some living room, watching trashy reality game shows and complaining about working your 9-5s the next day.
you'd opted to zone out for the rest of the night, mindlessly allowing for yourself to be subjected to many undoings of fabricated gaudiness. mike had noticed your exhaustion, and gave you time to yourself so you could clean up and decompress on your own terms, which you were thankful for. you loved him, but you needed time alone to cleanse yourself of the night you'd had.
you didn't leave the bathroom until your skin was rubbed raw and you were feeling a bit lighter, ready for the return to your world when you stumbled upon a cracked dressing room door.
low volume drum and bass music mingled into the hallway air, and you'd caught the back of amelie's relaxed silhouette moving from left to right over a dusty-looking vanity counter. she turned after a bit, whispering, "want some?" matilda appeared from somewhere, reaching out for something in front of amelie and tapping it on the table over and over until she leaned down herself, sniffling harshly against the laminate. amelie watched, a wicked smile etched onto her face as matilda coughed lightly.
"fucking shit."
you'd been stuck in place, glued to watching them snort another line of whatever was in the little baggie amelie pulled from her personal bag, and you were stupid enough to stay where you were as she turned, peering at you with a languid smirk as she wiped at her nostrils, pulling on them with her index finger and thumb.
"welcome to our world, girlie. wanna try?" you were sure you looked like a scared little kid as you shook your head frantically, your voice cracking as you said, "i don't know where you got it from, so no."
"oh, don't worry, my stuff's safe. mike's done plenty," she winked at you again, beginning to stroll over to you, but you'd moved on without an answer, heading to the venue exit where mike waited for you, cradling you in his arms as you ventured into the parking lot.
"so," he prodded, stroking at your hair as you laid across his lap in the backseat of the chauffeured car. his voice was tired, and while the lilt usually broke up anything ailing your mind, you'd been too focused on your interaction with amelie. "what did you think of your first award show?"
"it was fun," you lied, pulling your hoodie sleeves over your fingers. it'd been fun until your self-doubt took over, suffocating you with obstructive thoughts and a deep-rooted feeling of dread. "never thought i'd get to experience something like that. amelie even offered me coke."
he didn't say anything to that, and you'd adjusted yourself so you could see his face, the deep grimace upon his features and clenched jaw shrouded in moonlight. "did you do any of it?"
"no, but she said you'd done plenty." you didn't mean for your displeasure to come through so intensely; you hadn't minded that mike had done coke, only that amelie had been testament to it. what other compromising, intimate positions had she seen him in, and would she always hold them over your head? why hadn't he told you about it?
"that was a long time ago," mike cautiously stated, flipping you over in his lap so your face was level with his abdomen. you were poised to ask him for an elaboration when he traced hearts over your lips with his smooth fingertip, grinning, "you don't have to worry about me and that stuff, okay? i'm just glad you said no. it's refreshing."
there it was. he always said it when you were experiencing something from a world different than your own, and it made you feel like you were something to be ogled; something on a pedestal that had been recently unearthed when all you were was...you.
he felt so lucky to have you; a girlfriend that was normal after so long of being with people who knew the industry like him, the ins and outs of it like the back of his hand. he loved that you didn't have your days planned out months in advance, and that you didn't need a daily hair and makeup appointment just to sit in the house; he especially loved that you were turned off by amelie's reckless offer, but you hated it. you hated that it made you feel like a nobody, and felt odd at the way that he was so beguiled by your normalcy, entertained by the fact that this was all foreign to you.
"this sounds like self-sabotage," your therapist had said, eyeing you with careful consideration. "mike loves that you're 'normal', doesn't he?"
"yes, but..."
"but? isn't being 'normal' being 'yourself'?" you didn't mention amelie like you'd intended to. it felt pathetic to admit that you wanted her stature, the label of someone or at least someone on the same level as mike.
it didn't feel good being normal next to...not normal, and it felt hopeless to you that you couldn't change it. you could, maybe even becoming mike's new partner, but the thought of putting yourself wholeheartedly on display like mike and amelie didn't inspire possibility in you. it wasn't what you wanted to do, and the small sliver of attention you'd gotten from people who wanted to fuck your boyfriend was enough for you on any given day. you knew any more attention would tip you overboard, but was normalcy really your destiny?
it gnaws at your insides, and you're defeated, wondering why couldn't you be happy with anything.
"baby," the sensation of mike gripping your chin brings you back to his balcony. you blink your eyes, flustered at the fact that you'd dissociated during your anniversary dinner. the attendant is standing with wine bottle in hand, and both her and mike are staring at you, puzzled. "are you okay?"
"yeah, i'm sorry. had a rough day at work and my brain's just a bit...blah," you nervously giggle, reaching to move your wine glass towards the neck of the uncorked bottle. the music playing ambiently around you is almost comical in this moment, and you scrunch your face into an strained smile. "fill 'er up."
get it together, you scream at yourself. mike had put this whole thing together for you two, and here you were, letting your mind wander to places that it didn't need to be. you were here with mike, celebrating the fact that you two had been together for an entire year.
claire had cheered when you called and told her, squealing, "your longest relationship!! congratulations, my sweet, deserving friend, and thank you for telling me this time."
it was the longest you'd ever been with someone. taking the risk, once again falling for someone on a whim, had panned out better than you'd hoped. all of those times of lost love had led you to the greatest one you'd ever known, and here you were, pitifully ruminating over the way that amelie had touched mike during their acceptance speech and the fact that you were saturated with so many complex feelings.
you take a sip of your wine, more like a gulp, and mike chuckles at you, nodding towards the bottle. you follow his motion, leaning in to read the label. it was a shiraz that you'd babbled on and on about, one that was nearly $1500 and almost impossible to get if you didn't know someone who knew someone who knew someone.
"mike..."
"aht aht, that's not even the part i'm most excited about," he boasts, flicking at the corner of the cardstock on your placemat. you lift it to eye level while you take more moderate drinks of your wine, piecing together the five courses of...your favorite foods.
"elevated versions of your favorite foods," mike corrects giddily, and you hadn't realized you'd said anything out loud. he's smiling so wide at you like he always does, and you're speechless, all of your words caught in the middle of your throat. "this three-star michelin chef---"
"mike, i'm sorry to interrupt but, this feels very...me centric. it's our anniversary." you didn't deserve any of this. if he'd been able to take a peek inside your head, he wouldn't be doing all of this for you. he'd realize that even a love like this couldn't remedy the trauma you'd collected in your brain, existing and newly sprouted. not a year in, at least.
"fair, but i want to celebrate you," it's like a movie, the way the quintet shifts their performance into a warm, romantic melody and how mike takes your hands again, squeezing them periodically. you squirm under his scrutiny, fluttering your eyes to your lap. "you've changed my life, y/n, and i'm not exaggerating. every date, every night we've spent here or at your place, every call, every text; everyday i get with you, i realize i am so fucking lucky."
you're not really a sentimental crier either, but mike's words and the turmoil inside of you have tears splashing down your cheeks. "i love you. i will never stop telling you i love you."
you chuckle stuffily, a blubbering, sobbing mess as you say, "i love you, mike. thank you for all of this, and uh...i'm really sorry for calling you a nice guy when we first met. i don't deserve you." he joins you with a deep belly laugh that rumbles through the both of you, and it helps you breathe some tension away. "water under the bridge, baby, i promise. you deserve everything."
the first course, brioche rolls with truffle oil-infused butter, is presented to the two of you, and you forgo all of your concerns, murmuring a mildly perky, "oooooh" as two are piled atop a fancy plate in front of you.
mike encourages you to stuff your face, and you do so with no question as you two coast through your decadent and mouthwatering favorites, washing down the best flavors money could buy with a wine you'd only ever gotten to drink in your dreams until tonight.
you and mike carry conversation over your meal; goofily moaning at the tastes dancing over your tongues and you giving mike the usual scoop about your day at the office. he listens intently and laughs at your tales of inexperienced clerks getting papers stuck in copiers and messy, HR-avoidant affairs between bosses and subordinates, and you try not to lose yourself in the moment again. you've managed to stay with him through four courses, enjoying his immense generosity and engrossing gossip, and you want to keep it that way. you'd already let your mind wander once, and you wouldn't let it happen again. not tonight.
unfortunately, your plan unravels when your sauce-smeared plate of seafood alfredo is removed from before you, replaced with a clean, simply presented slice of chocolate cake with vanilla icing.
you'd always told that the preference was silly, and no matter how hard you fought to explain that chocolate cake was more moist, no one listened to you.
your mom made you chocolate cakes with chocolate icing, or vanilla with vanilla, but never chocolate cake with vanilla icing.
mike reaches under the table to settle his hand over your thigh, rubbing at your skin through your pants. his face, painted orange by the candlelight, softens at the way you gaze down at your plate, shadowing the cake slice in a strange mix of melancholy and joy.
"made sure there were no questions about it. my baby likes chocolate cake with vanilla icing, so that's what she's gonna get."
you feel tears stinging at your eyes again, and you're using the backs of your hands to wipe at them, shrinking away from mike. "i'm sorry. i don't know why i'm crying. it's just a stupid piece of cake."
"no, it's not," mike murmurs, leaning into the table so he's able to talk to you closely and bring his hand to your left cheek, thumbing at the wetness there and sliding his caress to your jaw. his rings are cold, but you still melt into his touch, bringing your own hand up to grasp at his wrist. he touches you like this often, but tonight, it's the perfect antidote for every adverse feeling that's run its course through you. he is wholly yours like this, and there's nothing in your head that can tell you that this isn't your destiny. "that 'stupid piece of cake' had me thinking about some things."
"mmmm, what kind of thoughts could my cake preference have inspired in you?"
"settling down," mike answers matter-of-factly, maintaining his strong gaze on you as your entire body burns through your clothing. you swallow hard. "the cake is you. it's something you like, and when i...put it on the menu as our dessert, i couldn't stop thinking about how i wanted to eat chocolate cake with vanilla icing with you for the rest of my life."
you give mike an intimate laugh of cynicysm, primed to say, "yeah right," when he interrupts you.
"listen. i hadn't said anything about it yet, but...the company's physically expanding, internationally. the bosses wanted to have consistent yearly growth here in the states before even thinking about taking it overseas, and after almost fifteen years in business, we've met all of our goals and we're in the process of penning a partnership deal with a production mammoth. they've got offices in london, paris, tokyo, and sydney, and there are gonna be Ecstacy Sindicate divisions in all of them."
"oh, baby, that's amazing!" you applaud, throwing yourself from your chair to embrace mike, climbing into his lap and squeezing him so tight, he's sure he'll explode. he chuckles, tingling with electricity from your elation, and he scoops you into a cradle, meeting you with his boxy, enthusiastic smile. "mikeeeee, that's huge."
"i know, right? this is going to change everything, and i..." mike pauses, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he absorbs the feeling of you against him, your arms wrapped around his neck while you stare at him with curious, twinkling eyes. "i want you to be by my side through all of it. i want to take everything i get from this, every cent, every ounce of fame, everything; i want to take it and invest it into us, and our future. you have dreams and goals and aspirations, and i want to see every single one of them come true. i will help every single one of them come true, no matter what. i want the world to be ours."
you can't believe that mike is saying these things to you right now, hiding away in his neck as you try to comprehend what he's telling you. he wants to be with you, and have a future with you; one where all the benefits and rewards he reaps from his career also shower upon you, one where you never have to worry about a thing ever again in your life. he wants you to know love, care, and support for the rest of your life, in every way, shape, and form, and this opportunity will guarantee that.
you're happy for him, of course. he'd shown you so many things, but you knew that that kind of access didn't come easily. he'd truly worked for everything he'd had, and you wanted him to keep on an incline, working his way to the zenith. you'd be with him every step of the way, you promised. you loved mike, and you always wanted him to win. this was winning, and to be a part of it with him gave you hope.
"as silly as it may sound, you saved me, y/n." mike is extra serious now, and you're opening yourself back up to him when you feel his finger skim the underside of your chin. "i was headed down a dark path before you divinely intervened, and i intend to spend every single one of my remaining waking moments showing you how grateful i am for that."
"oh, mike..." you dissolve his sugary musings with a long, heated kiss, punctuated with soft moans and sharp inhales of feverish air. your three cups of wine have finally hit you, and the alcohol-induced buzz in tandem with mike's words have you itching to ask him to finally fuck you on the table after everyone's been dismissed. "i love you so much. what's the timeframe for the expansion?"
"if everything keeps going smoothly, li and i leave in four months."
your stomach gurgles with nausea at the nickname; you hate how easily it rolls off of his tongue, and hearing it has you pulling away from him in distaste. you lift yourself from your perch on his lap, awkwardly settling yourself back in your own chair. "are there any more drinks?"
"y/n," mike presses dispiritedly, gazing at your profile with somber eyes. you keep your stare towards the attendant, who rushes over with a opened bottle of champagne you couldn't even begin to pronounce. she makes moves to pour it into your empty glass, but you withdraw the bottle from her hands, thanking her as you take a long, ill-mannered, anxiety-ridden gulp from the opening.
champagne is pretty fucking gross, you think, but you're not doing this for the taste. her image had disintegrated from your mind, but it haunts you again now; how could she, of all people, really get to fuck your boyfriend domestically and internationally?
mike snatches the bottle from you after a moment, eyebrows set into a deep furrow as he observes you sloppily wipe at your wet lips with your fingers. "did i say something wrong?"
"you just seem to love working with amelie," you bark, instantly sighing at your testiness. things are doubling in your vision from your foolish attempt to chug champagne in order to feel anything other than inferiority, but it's no excuse to self-sabotage what you've been given. after pouring out his entire heart to you, promising you a future of possibility and ease, you're internally strangling yourself for being so rude. "i'm sorry. i know it's not like that, i just---"
"baby, we're the whole reason why ES is even getting this opportunity. they were nearly bankrupt before li and i got there, and over this last decade, we've worked so hard to build it to what it is now. we get millions of views, bring thousands of subs daily, and make them so much mone---
"okay, yeah, but there are just so many other people for you to work with," you pout, and you hate the pity that swims in mike's eyes as he peers at you. you feel like a baby, not a mid-twenty-something merely wrestling with feelings of inadequacy because of your boyfriend's (beautiful, seductive, cunning) coworker, though these feel equivalent in your swampy mind. "what about that girl who pegged you in that one video you know i like, or that person from the glory hole video? people lovedddd you two together."
"y/n," mike's firm tone ceases your whining, and you want to cry all over again for being you. "we are celebrating one year together tonight. right now is no time for you to be thinking about li, okay? she's my coworker and she's my friend, nothing more. you trust me, don't you?"
even though mike's persistent use of her nickname chips at your heart like marble, you work to use logic and fact to calm yourself down.
he'd made so many videos since you'd been officially committed, and none of them, even the ones he filmed with amelie, had stopped him from sweeping you up in affection-heavy hugs, complete with annoyingly romantic squeals and soft kisses peppered all over your face and neck every time he saw you after production. mike was yours, yet the thought was often overridden with thoughts of him being ripped away from you, amelie paying you a deft wink as she took him to worlds that they'd created together; worlds that you had no idea about, considering their decade-long friendship.
what was up with you?
"y/n," you jolt as you feel mike's hand softly come down on your cheek, causing your eyes to cut back to him. you burn in embarrassment for the billionth time in your life, sighing. "use your words. do you trust me?"
"yes, mike," you mutter, forcing the words out. you did trust him. you always had, and you knew you could. he'd never given you any firm reason not to, and you had to trust that he never would. "i trust you wholeheartedly."
he pats your face now, pairing his smirk with a lustful gleam in his eyes that you catch immediately. "good girl. you have nothing to worry about, i promise. now," he holds his hand out for you, coming in close to graze his lips over your ear. "how about we go to the room and unwind, hm?"
you're nodding without a second thought, sheepishly thanking the musicians and attendant for all of their hard work as they pack up and mike helps you to your feet.
he's blowing out the candles and hitting a switch to turn off the pergola lights when you squeak, "wait mike, the cake! we didn't get to eat it because of me."
you frown, and mike tugs you into his body, pressing his lips against your forehead and murmuring, "it's okay. there's plenty left," his mouth coasts against your neck, light kisses fluttering against your jaw as he propositions, "we'll eat some in bed after i eat you, yeah?"
for once, you and your mind are on the same page.
cutiessss but also uh oh, uh oh trouble in paradise? i guess we'll just have to wait and see, hm? let me know what you think!
faire's seedlings ✿
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moon-fics · 8 months
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A/n: I love this request because I love mafia AUs!! I sadly couldn't come up with any ideas as an actual fic, so I made headcanons for you to enjoy anyway!
Request: Hii, I hope you are having a good day! Can I request one with the mob! tom holland × reader where tom is really protective of his private life and everyone thinks he is non-committal and only hooks up for one night but actually, he has been with the same girl since he was 15 and they just get more in love every day 🥺🫶
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Tom HATES sharing his personal life with the public
He will do everything in his power to keep his life private, especially from the newspaper
He only does it because anything can and will be used against him by many people who could easily take him down
So, even though the public yearns for details about him, nothing is really confirmed
There have been rumors that he sleeps around or can't keep a girl for more than a week
That's far from true bc this man has one love and it is you
He's been in love with you since high school before he became the powerful man he is today
Even though he can be intimidating and brutal, you know he's still the same dork that you met back in freshman year
He will do anything for you and only you
He refuses to let the tabloids know about your connection to him
He absolutely adores you in every way to the point where he won't denounce the rumors just to keep your identity hidden
He honestly doesn't mind being called a player because you both know he's far from it
At some point, the rumors about him sleeping around did bother you, but he quickly assured you that they'll never be true
Now, him keeping your private does not mean he's never in public with you
Quite the opposite, he's almost always in public with you
He just has people on the inside of the newsroom who do everything to stop headlines from running
This may seem like it's the opposite of privacy, but the public only gets information about him through the news
He hires people to block any photos that contain you and him, even at premieres or dinners
Not one paparazzi has successfully gotten a photo of him and you together
Even though he worries for your safety he would never lock you up and keep you inside
He enjoys going out with you, knowing he has other people keeping your identity safe
Not to mention his bodyguards admire you and are just as dedicated to protecting you
At the end of the day, you laugh at the rumors with him, pretending to catch him cheating and acting out dramatic scenes you saw in movies
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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years
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Hi there! can you do headcanons for the housewardens of Night Raven College finding out MC is a girl?
MC has short boyish looking hair (for example 👇)
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And MC is always wearing a boy uniform around the school, so everyone there though MC was a boy. Except for Grim and Crowley.
Until one day, all of MC's other clothes were dirty, so she had to wear the out she was wearing when she got teleported to NRC.
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Then Crowley asked MC to deliver something to one of the dorms. And when MC sees the surprise look on the housewardens' faces, she's just like "Yeah I'm a girl, but what's with that look? You and everyone else already knew that."
I’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this, my twst OC has a similar story to this lol
Dorm leaders + finding out reader is a girl
Riddle Rosehearts (chapter 1 spoilers, just wanna cover my tracks)
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Riddle was completely blindsided. He had no idea that the NRC allowed girls to be in the school, but then realized that your case was a very special one.
He was a bit ashamed about having you witness his overblot. Not that he wasn’t before but his mother taught him to be nothing if not respectful to a girl. One of the only things she did right.
He started acting a bit more “gentlemanly” to make up for his previous blunder. He held the door open for you, offered to carry the items for you, it was kinda weird to say the least.
You had to tell him to dial it back and that you liked him the way he was before. That’s when he gets it through his mind that he was over exaggerating quite a bit.
“I apologize for my prior behavior. I-I mean, I’m sorry for assuming that you were a male. It was very crude of me.”
Leona Kingscholar
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Leona had a bit of an idea that you weren’t a man but it wasn’t his place to comment, nor did he care all that much anyway. When you appeared in Savanaclaw, he was more amused than anything else.
He was glad his suspicions were confirmed, though he thought it amusing how you assumed it was common knowledge. Although just seeing how everyone treated you like one of the guys should’ve shown you otherwise.
He has Ruggie take whatever you were delivering, his family would kill him if they thought he was letting a woman do the heavy lifting. Ruggie is more than pissed.
Asks you if you plan to wear anymore “feminine” clothing after this. He doesn’t mind if you do or don’t, he just feels that it would be a very unique change of pace for an “all boys” college.
“Do you want to wear stuff like this more often? It’d be pretty funny seeing your friends react to your getup.”
Azul Ashengrotto
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Azul was definitely caught off guard. He’s not gonna show it though, he pretends that everything’s fine even though he’s beyond confused.
He takes the updated menus from you and makes small talk with you while sorting them. Little things like how your day was, the weather, if you were always a girl or if he’s losing his mind.
Asks if being in the NRC has been a comfortable experience. It must be quite isolating being the only person in a dorm, the only magicless person and the only girl in this school. If you need anything, he’d be more than happy to make a deal with you.
Wonders if there’s anyone else that knows about you being a girl. When you tell him that you’ve only had to tell Crowley and Grim because you thought it was obvious he feels a small sense of pride being one of the few.
“Well then, please remember that if you need anything to make your life here easier, we at the Monstro Lounge are more than happy to assist.”
Kalim Al Asim
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Kalim was taken by complete surprise when you showed up to Scarabia in that outfit. It’s hot as balls there so I don’t blame you tbh. He does the dramatic “WHAAAT” thing and everything.
Bombards you with questions. He doesn’t mean anything bad by it, he’s just confused about how this was right in front of him the whole time.
He has a bunch of sisters so he has a slight understanding on how girls differ from guys but he’s never had to use that info in his day-to-day life. He makes up for his lack of understanding the same way he deals with other things he has a hard time with; with pure enthusiasm.
Kalim asks if there’s anything you need, anything at all. From practical things like new clothes and food, to less normal requests like new pets or entertainment. Jamil overheard at this point and told him to relax.
“I can’t believe you’ve been a girl this whole time!! You definitely fooled me ya know!”
Vil Schoenheit
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Vil had no idea you were a woman but he wasn’t going to let that change how he treated you. He still spoke to you like it was a normal day and and even insulted talked shit about Crowley not getting you enough clothing.
He’s honestly more offended about your lack of a closet. He refuses to let it go. He also offers to let you have some skincare products that didn’t work that well with him. He won’t be offended if you don’t accept his offer, if you were Epel that would be a different story however.
The rest of your visit is mostly him offering to help you in different ways, like going shopping for clothes with you or picking out different accessories for you to borrow. You’re lucky he likes you so much.
Like I said before, he doesn’t change much of how he treats you; you’re still the prefect of ramshackle after all. He knows you can handle his harsher demeanor.
“While you’re here, would you like to have some moisturizer that was sent for me to review? It’s unused and I despise letting things go to waste.”
Idia Shroud
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Idia was completely surprised when you showed up to his dorm with a package. First of all, you were IN his dorm and secondly, YOU WERENT A DUDE??
Ortho had to come in and check up on his brother because he was staring into space for so long. Ortho knew you were a girl but that’s another can of worms. He’s fine physically but mentally will be something else for a while.
Your gonna have to talk to Ortho about whatever it is you needed to deliver, it’s pretty funny seeing the difference in their reactions.
Will not be able to form a coherent sentence for a while, he still needs to process that what he thought was true was actually a lie. He’s so dramatic
“There’s nothing wrong with you being a girl, but it’s just surprising seeing that it’s an all boys school. Not-that-there’s-anything-wrong-with-you-being-here-someone-please-shut-me-up.”
Malleus Draconia
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Malleus also had absolutely no idea that you were a girl, but he doesn’t seem to be too shocked. Human fashions change very rapidly so he just assumed it was that.
Takes whatever you were delivering and offers for you to stay at the dorm for a little while longer. Lilia’s on cooking duty tonight and was really excited about you tasting his food. Run while you still can
The words he uses doesn’t change but the tone he uses is a little softer than before. He was raised to always treat a lady with respect. Even if he’s watched you deal with several overblots and have already earned his respect.
He wonders if all of the other students did know that you were a girl and this was just another thing he was left out on. You have to snap him out of his negative thoughts before he gets all grouchy for the rest of the day.
“Oh! My apologies, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just unaware that I was the only one that didn’t know this about you.”
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bangtanficsforyou · 7 months
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Home Sweet Home (JJK)
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Pairing: (Bunny hybrid) Jungkook x Reader.
Genre: floof
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: curse words ig?
Au: established relationship au.
Based on this request.
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You're oddly surprised when a warm body doesn't collide with yours upon your arrival. Looking around the living room you find no trace of the man that regularly greets you with a wide bunny grin and warm bear hugs. 
He must be asleep, you deduce and decide to head over to his room. 
When you swing the door open, your previous thought is proved right when you notice him peacefully sleeping with blankets wrapped all around him. 
You walk inside the room without making a sound and for a few moments, silently observe his features. He looks so cute and precious sleeping like this, without a worry about the world. You only wish to keep him this content as long as he will allow you to. 
Without even realising what you're doing, your hand gently brushes a few strands of his hair from his face. However, when the body moves suddenly to cover their head with the blanket, you're taken by surprise and yelp, not having expected the sudden movement. 
Is he not asleep? 
"Jungkook?" You call his name out and recieve a grunt in response, confirming your suspicions. "Hey baby, are you not feeling well?" 
Jungkook doesn't answer and only tightens the blanket around him, which makes you frown in concern. 
"Baby, are you okay?" When he still refuses to answer, you shake his body softly urging him to respond. 
Jungkook grunts once again to show his displeasure. "You do not have to worry about me. You can stay at office all you want."
Your hands pause when you register his words. So this is what it is about. He hasn't been asleep at all. If anything, he had probably made his way to bed when he had heard your foot steps approaching. 
You snicker silently at the thought of him doing that to show his protest. Just when you think he cannot get any cuter. 
"The very least you could do is to not laugh," Jungkook's muffled voice greets your ears, immediately halting your laughter. 
Sometimes, you tend to forget that he's a hybrid which means he can hear even the slightest of sounds, your silent laughter not being an exception. 
"I'm sorry," you apologise, genuinely feeling bad for laughing. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" 
Jungkook remains quiet for a few moments and maybe you know him a little too well to know that he isn't actually mad, he never actually is, when it comes to you. He only ever decides to be a little bit dramatic when he feels like you haven't been giving him enough attention. 
"Kookieee," whining his name you tickle him over the blankets. Despite the thick layer of protection, Jungkook squirms and soon scoots away from you. 
You huff. "Fine, I will sit here as long as you don't talk to me."
Saying so you take a seat on the now empty side of bed. 
A few moments later a pair of hands make their way out and he peeks at you with only his eyes and the messy mop of his curls visible. 
"You can make up to me by getting under the blanket, right now," he grumbles cutely. 
Fighting off the urge to smile, you remove your jacket and get rid of your belt to be more comfortable. Jungkook loosens the blanket enough so that you can get in and the moment you do, you're instantly pulled closer by a pair of limbs. 
"Much better," he whispers, his nose skimming gently across your cheek. 
You chuckle at his actions and wrap your arm around his torso. "I'm still in my work clothes."
Jungkook looks at you for a second before breaking into a wide grin, no longer pretending to be angry. "I couldn't care less about anything with you in my arms like this."
"Such a drama king you are," you mumble softly, placing a small kiss at the juncture of his neck. 
"Sometimes you gotta be like that if the love of your life isn't giving you enough attention," whining cutely, he complains and places several kisses on any expanse of skin he has access to. 
You giggle and squirm at the tickling sensation but it only causes Jungkook to hold you tighter. 
"Stop squirming," he nibbles at your neck causing you to laugh even more. 
"I can't help it, it tickles."
His actions slow down and he simply buries his face in the crook of your neck, "this feels nice."
"I know," you hum. "I'm sorry I have been busy lately and that we have barely got any time to spend."
You feel him softly smile against your skin. "It's okay. I missed you but now that you're here, it's all okay."
You're aware that Jungkook knows how heavy the workload has recently been. You're grateful that he understands and is always so willing to do whatever it is to make things easier for you. But you won't lie, sometimes you too wish you could work from home like Jungkook does and be in his presence more. Admittedly, these feelings only ever occur to you when your work simply doesn't allow you to make time for anyone or anything else, like the last few days. 
"I missed you too," you mumble into his hair, the soft smell of his shampoo enveloping you in immense amounts of comfort. 
"Lies," he scoffs. "If you had missed me, you'd have smothered me with kisses by now to express exactly how much you missed me."
You scoff right back at him. "You know you can just ask if you want me to kiss you."
"But where's the fun in that?" 
"You're such a brat, you know?" Laughing in disbelief, you run your fingers through his hair.
"Yeah? Want me to teach a lesson or something?" His body shakes with waves of soft laughter and warm puffs of breath hit your skin. 
"Maybe, I should," you say in a thoughtful manner, taking his words into consideration. "Maybe I won't kiss you, that should sure teach you a lesson."
Jungkook's laughter stops immediately and he looks up at you with offence written all over his face. "You do not mean that." 
"Maybe I do," you shrug softly, trying to hold yourself back from smiling. 
Jungkook levels his face with yours and looks at you as if he were a sad kicked puppy. "You really won't kiss me?" 
"Nope," you pop the 'p' and watch in amusement as his face contorts into pure disbelief. 
"Heyyyyyy," he whines and somehow you know this time he isn't being dramatic. He really doesn't like the idea of you not giving him kisses. "This is not fair."
"What isn't?" 
"You not kissing me," he complains. "I was waiting the whole day for you to come back home and this is what I get? No kisses?"
You chew on your bottom lip to hold yourself back from kissing him right at that very moment. Jungkook is adorable, he always is. But there's nothing more tempting to you then when his plump lips protrude to form a pout. 
"Baby, my sweet girl, darling of mine," he presses his lips against your cheek and gradually, almost as if magnetically he inches closer to your lips. Pressing a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, he retreats. "Kiss me. Please."
You wanted to continue teasing him a little longer. But you should have known better. With Jungkook looking at you like that and with his lips hovering over yours, nothing in the world could stop you from closing the gap. 
The moment your lips meet his, Jungkook sighs in relief. His lips mold against yours and he matches your pace with one of his hands now resting on your hips. 
You place your palm on his face and your fingers gently rub across the skin of his cheek. Jungkook is gentle, soft, sweet and everything nice. You kiss him with a tenderness that is delicate yet one which sets his soul on fire. He isn't sure what is it that you do but everytime you kiss him, his soul feels a little more alive, he feels a little more like himself and he feels love in a way that makes him want to drown in it. 
He spends most of his day in the apartment doing his work on his laptop. It's absurd but to him this place without your presence is just that to him, an apartment. It's only when you are with him, that it feels like home. You're home. You're his home. 
"I love you," he whispers, a little breathless but not from the kissing, rather from the warmth that's flowing through his veins.
"I love you too, baby," you smile and place a small peck on his lips. "Now let me get changed and take a shower."
"Five more minutes," he says and doesn't give you the chance to protest for the next thing you know he's laying with his head on your chest, enjoying the soft thumping of your heartbeat. 
You close your eyes and relax because when have you ever been able to say no to him. 
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poisonous-honey · 1 month
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36-Stars of Jealousy
(This is a re-upload: originally posted on UniverseUchu sometime around Sumeru's release)
Who’s Here: Venti
Contains: SAGAU (Not Cult AU), Angst (Venti is jealous of Nahida)
Note: This is incredibly self-indulgent and mostly was just me writing my frustrations with the Sumeru Abyss through Venti. I'm so glad we're done with Sumeru honestly their Abyss floors sucked shit.
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Venti didn't usually get jealous, but right now he could feel it building in his heart and simmering throughout the rest of his body. He can hear the cheers and laughter from his player beyond the vale, the absolute elation in their voice obvious to anyone in Teyvat. Usually he would bask in their happiness, whether the cause was him, something or someone else, he didn't care. All that matter was that they were happy... But... This was an immensely special occasion.
The player had finally finished the Spiral Abyss with 36 Stars. A complete clear. After getting severely unlucky over and over again with artifacts and throwing themselves again and again at floor 12 only to come out a loss every time, this was definitely a momentous occasion. Venti wanted to be happy for them, he truly did, but he cannot for the life of him let go of his seething jealousy. When the player first booted the game it was very obvious he was the reason they even got it. He was the reason they continued after learning about the gacha system. He was the one they were most excited about when seeing multiple vision users on screen. His nation was their favourite. His element was their favourite. He was the first limited 5 star they got the first constellation for. He was their favourite. One of their strongest and most used units. So why... Why wasn't he needed... Why was dropping him off the team what brought the Abyss to full completion. Why was replacing him with the Dendro Archon, the one with such a half assed build, the play that brought them victory?
Now Instead of being the object of their affection, he was watching them gush over Kusanali. Instead of him partying with his team, he's sitting here sulking in Old Mondstadt mourning his permanent removal and seething over his replacement. He can't even cry in the solace of the Teapot since it's not set to Inazuma, Top 8. It's set to Sumeru, Abyss Champions. Just thinking about it makes him want to cry.
He knows he's being dramatic. He knows he should just get over it. He's still their favourite that hasn't changed. He's still firmly placed in the Inazuma layout. Their still happy to use him and still want to get him better artifacts than what he currently has. Even if all of that wasn't true he still has a role to play and can't afford the Player to see him like this. Despite all of that he can't help but feel like Kusanali is slowly going to replace him, not only in his team, but in the Teapot, in usage, in their heart. He's anxious and jealous and wants nothing more than to prove somehow he's still better than her. Absolute confirmation that she'll never take his position as favourite. But more than anything, he wished she never joined in the first place.
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atinystaypixie · 9 months
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Can we get more geto!! I love the sweet boyfie geto!! I was wondering if you’d be able to write something with him and reader getting her first tattoo? No pressure if you don’t want to, I just wanted to let you know that I loved the two you have written!! 🤍🤍🤍
Thank you for sending in the ask🥰 I'm really happy to hear you are enjoying💜 I hope you enjoy this i tried my best🧚🏽‍♀️
Y/n would be the one to bring up getting her first tattoo. She'd be laying on Geto's chest for their daily cuddle session, softly tracing his tattoos. She was in love with how the complimented her boyfriend's arm. The work of art mesmerizes her no matter how many times she saw it.
She'd pause in the middle of the pattern she is tracing and quietly speak out, "Sugu, I want one too."
Her soft voice drew his attention but caused him to question what she suddenly wanted. "What's that, doll? What do you want? I'll go get it for you, baby." Him being the boyfriend he is, it caused him to go into alert, ready to go get his girl anything she wanted even if it was the dead of the night.
She smiled at him, heart swelling because her boy was always so sweet to her, "a tattoo, Sugu. I want a tattoo. Your's are so pretty, I want one to match."
Hearing this caused Geto to get happy. He has several tattoos for her already. Her birthday was near his shoulder, the day they met in an infinity sign, and a tiny small bear was hidden in his sleeve that was placed so only his girl could see it when she was close up to him. The bear being the one he gave her when he asked her out and she accepted.
"Are you sure, baby? I'll take you, just want to make sure you really want it. They can hurt, doll." He wanted the best for his girl and didn't want her getting into something she wasn't set on.
"I'm positive, Sugu". He nodded at her words. "Okay, sweet girl. I'll take you. We can go now actually. My friend has a shop and he'll do it."
Y/n knew he had friends, just not exactly what they did with their lives. She got happy at the thought of meeting more of them. Once both of them were ready, they headed to the shop.
The vibe of the building was dark, but welcoming. Holding on to him, the couple walked in to be greeted by a man covered in interesting tattoos. Long hair, silly smile, and eyes brightening at the sight of Geto. "Geto! My friend, have you come to see me finally? It's almost as if you don't love me." The man pouts causing Geto to sigh and ignore his dramatics.
"That's because I don't. This is my girlfriend. She wants a tattoo and you're going to do it." Y/n tugs at his arm silently telling him to not be so rude. Something that has happened before. "Please," he adds with an unsettling smile causing the friend's skin to crawl.
"Of course, Geto. Hi, Geto's girlfriend. I'm Mahito and will do your tattoo." After the awkward exchange, Y/n reveals she wants to surprise Geto and writes her request down on a piece of paper knowing Geto is always in listening range.
Mahito applies numbing cream to her desired area after Y/n convinces Geto to sit right outside the door they left cracked so he can still be close and she can reveal it when finished.
Mahito was precise and finished the work without causing Y/n too much pain. He feared for his life at every wince and sharp breath she took. Geto always checked to make sure his girl wasn't hurt making his heart falter but the girl confirming she was fine made it beat slightly normal again.
After a couple of hours, he was finished. He cleaned the work once more and gave her all the instructions on caring for it. Y/n thanked the man and for doing her work without an appointment. She didn't take note of how the building was eerily tucked away in a dark corner or how they happened to arrive when there were no other clients.
Geto took her home and that's where she revealed the tattoo. It was closer to her left side, near her heartbeat. A heart with needles and thread running threw it sewing his name into it. Geto grinned ear to ear upon seeing the ink on his girl. Heart beaming as he looked upon the tattoo that was the exact same as the one he had on his chest, close to his heartbeat as well.
“I love you, sweet girl”
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schizopositivity · 9 months
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Hello! I just had a quick scroll through your blog and it helped me to understand a bit more! I was wondering if you could answer a question of mine? I have a friend with Schizophrenia and just in you personal experience, does confirming things that are real bad? Like if they think they hear dogs barking and aren't sure if it is real or not it's good to confirm something like that right?
Well I can't speak for everyone with schizophrenia. We are all different and have unique needs and preferences. I think you should ask your friend, they know themselves best.
As an example of how it could go: for me I'll ask my partner if they hear/see/smell something. And they will casually and calmly tell me yes or no. If they say no, they don't ask more questions. We both know I hallucinate and at this point in my life it's not a big deal. But I do like to check and see if it is a hallucination or not just for my own curiosity. They are the only person I feel comfortable doing this with because they know me best, and they don't treat it like a huge deal, which I appreciate.
You should also be aware of some of the reasons a schizophrenic person might not want to reality check with someone in this way. A lot of people will treat any hallucination someone they know has as a big dramatic thing that needs an immediate solution. People might react by getting really concerned and treating their loved one completely differently for having active hallucinations. Maybe they just raise their eyebrows and keep a close eye on you. Maybe they try to see the hallucination themselves. Maybe they suddenly act like the hallucinating person is in danger. They might even rush into trying to get the person into a hospital. The hallucinating person also may simply be embarrassed to tell people. And while all of this can come from a genuine place of concern, it can be really upsetting for the hallucinating person. It might just be their everyday symptoms, and someone being very dramatic about it makes them feel like they aren't seen as autonomous and conscious of themselves, or as someone that can't simply exist as themselves.
These are things you should say to a schizophrenic person while they are not hallucinating: if you want you can check with me and ask me if things are real. Would you like me to verify if things are real or not? If you are hallucinating while we are together, what would you like me to do? How can I tell when you need immediate help? And also just assure them that you won't judge them for hallucinating, you won't treat them differently, and you won't turn it into a big deal if it's not.
And if you ask them and they respond with "no I don't want to reality check with you, I don't want to tell you when I'm hallucinating" then that's their answer and you shouldn't try to push them into wanting anything else. It's not about you not being a good enough friend, it is just their personal boundaries. And if they respond with "yeah you can reality check with me, but only when I specifically ask for it" then you should accept that answer too. It takes an incredible amount of trust to reality check with someone, and that trust shouldn't be broken.
Once again, every schizophrenic person is different. I can't know what your friend would want, so please reach out to them directly about this. And if you can't openly have these types of conversations then you probably shouldn't be the one to reality check.
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hellfirehottie420 · 1 year
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Third Period. The only class you and Eddie had together, you passed him a note. He hadn’t said anything about what today was on the phone last night, and it had you slightly worried. He wouldn’t forget though, right? The two of you talked about your anniversary like, last week! How could he have already forgotten something as important as your one year anniversary?
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You watched as he opened the note, trying to pretend to take notes in your notebook at the same time, as if you weren’t dying of anticipation. He replied and passed it back. When you open it, your worst fears are confirmed. Does he even care about you? You feel yourself getting emotional but you try to suppress it as much as possible. You reply and passed the note back, then begin to pack up your stuff as class was about to end. You high trailed it out of there and to your next period before he could come talk to you.
It clicked in Eddie’s mind the second he read you second response to the note, and he was pissed he couldn’t catch you before you were up the stairs to your next class. He trudged to the cafeteria for his lunch period, stewing in the fact that he had fucked up, big time.
“Why do you look so sad?” Dustin asks with a mouth full of pizza as the rest of the Hellfire crew come and sit down at their traditional table.
“I uh…I fucked up” he said as he stared at the pizza on his tray, picking at it with a fork. After a dramatic pause, he continued “So hypothetically…let’s say a guy you know forgot his and his girlfriends anniversary-“
“YOU DIDN’T” Dustin bursts out as most of the table laughs.
“I did…” Eddie sighed. He really did look upset, which made the group quiet down.
“What are you gonna do?” Mike asked in a more gentle tone than normal. Eddie shrugged dramatically and gestured at the air as if he hadn’t the slightest clue. “When did you realize?”
“Boys, you’re gonna have to help me. And we might have to postpone the campaign scheduled for tomorrow night” Eddie began as he decided to form a plan to make it up to you, even a little bit. He was so hoping the effort wouldn’t be in vain and you’d dump him anyways, but he had to try. The last year had been the best of his life, and he saw a future with you. He really hoped he hadn’t just thrown it away by being a space case.
You successfully avoided Eddie the rest of the day at school, and asked a girlfriend in your last period if she could give you a ride home. Eddie usually drove you home. You were doing okay by distracting yourself from the situation with school, but you knew the second you laid eyes on your curly haired boyfriend you’d fall to pieces. You couldn’t help but feel like you weren't important to him, or a good enough girlfriend, for him to forget something as momentous as this occasion. Once arriving home, you threw yourself into your bed. You landed right next to a stuffed animal Eddie had won you at the county fair months before. You angrily threw it against the wall as tears sprang to your eyes. You finished some homework at your desk as the occasional hot tear escaped from your eye, constantly glancing over at the phone in your room, longing to hear Eddie’s voice in the receiver. The minutes ticked by and soon you were all but finished with your homework, wondering if Eddie even cared anymore. Why wouldn’t he have called? Your note was obvious enough- right? Your thoughts are interrupted by a shrill ring and your heart jumps into your throat.
“Hello?” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d hoped as you answer
“Hey my sweet girl. It’s-it’s me” the familiar voice, obviously upset, brought involuntary tears to your eyes. “Um-look, I know I fucked up. Like, royally fucked up. And I know it doesn’t fix it but I’m SO sorry, sweetheart. I just totally forgot. You know how I am…”
“Mhm” you softly encouraged him to keep going
“Can I come over? We can talk? I’m gonna make it up to you I swear, maybe not today but soon, I promise” his voice breaks a little on the last word, and you realize that maybe, he too, is emotional.
“Yeah” you say softly after a pause “You can come over” you hang up before you burst into sobs, the dam you’ve been holding back all day finally breaking
When you open your front door a few minutes later you see a very timid Eddie. His body language was the opposite of how it normally is, assertive and comfortable. His eyes did light up a little when he saw your face, but then he grimaced slightly as he realized you had definitely been crying, and that he was definitely the reason for those tears. You motion silently for him to come in and he does. In his hands are a grocery store bag and a small bouquet of roses. He sets the items down on the couch and turns around to face you as you close and lock the front door.
“Can I-can I touch you?” He softly asks as if the two of you were still freshly dating
“I dunno, I’m kind of mad at you” you mumble, trying to maintain eye contact even though is expression is breaking your heart. Eddie’s soft chocolate eyes plead at you until you look away.
“That’s understandable…” he says with a sigh and begins to fiddle with the rings on his hands. You sigh as well, deeply, and motion for him to follow you as you head upstairs to your bedroom. Now cross legged on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, you watch him silently take off his shoes and sit opposite you, mirroring your position. His eyes were still just as puppy dog like, and you had to remind yourself that you were mad at him to prevent yourself from pulling him into your arms to comfort that unhappy expression away.
“So do you like…even want to still be together?” You say in a rush as you trace shapes with your fingers in the space on the quilt between you and your boyfriend’s legs.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He asks with surprise before quickly saying; “Of course. Are you kidding? Y/N i love you with my whole heart! I know I fucked up but I want to make it up to you. Will you let me? Give me a chance?” Eddie pleaded
You took a deep breath and nodded while maintaining eye contact
“It just…Eddie it really hurt my feelings that you forgot. A-A year is a big deal!”
“It‘a a huge deal baby and I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. And I’ll neeeeever do it again. I swear to you. I swear on Kirk Hammett. Please don’t give up on me” his eyes are sincere and absolutely heartbreaking. You couldn’t hate him if you tried.
“You can touch me now” You whisper while trying to fight back tears that were threatening to return. Quickly his arms come to scoop you into his lap haphazardly, squeezing you into his chest. You took a deep breath of his scent as he softly began to rock the two of you back and forth.
“I love you so much, angel. So, so much. I’m an idiot, but I’m gonna do better”
You took a soft hold of his shoulder, playing with the collar with your thumb rhythmically as you let his words soothe some of your anger and sadness from the day.
“Do you hate me?” He asks softly, and his words make you flinch.
“No!” You perk your head up from his chest to look him in the eye “Eddie, darling, I could never hate you” you coo and gently take his hands in yours “I was mad and hurt but I never stopped loving you” you can see his body physically relax just a little at those words.
“When I read your note and realized, I wanted to throw up” he admitted timidly. “I do have a gift for you though…I’ve had it for a while. Can I give it to you?” He asks softly, eyes filled with hope and adoration.
“Yeah” you smile and get up “I have a present for you, too”
The two of you exchange gifts on your bed, he was thrilled with his new acoustic guitar strings which he had desperately been needing, and you were touched when you opened the small box to find a delicate golden necklace with a small crescent moon.
“You know, cause I always say I love you to the moon and back” he smiles and cautiously rubs your leg “Can I put it on you, baby?” To which you turn around and hand him the necklace. He hooks it together and gently kisses the back of your neck. He then presents with you with everything he panic bought at the grocery store right after school; the roses and a bag stuffed full of all your favorite snacks.
“I want to take you to Enzo’s next week, that sound okay?” He asks as the two of you cuddle on your bed, fitting into his side like you were made to.
“I’d like that” you smile
“And uh-“ his tone changes and his body shifts a bit under you “I wanted to make it up to you another way, too, if you’d like:” he says and your eyes flit up to meet his, realizing what he means as his fingers slowly brush the waistband of the jeans you wore to school.
“Oh abso-fucking-lutley” you smirk and giggle, shimmying out of your pants as he crawls between your legs.
“Tie my hair back baby, I don’t need anything getting in the way of making sure my girl knows how I feel about her” he smirks devilishly as he grabs your hips to hold you in position and you do as you’re told.
You’d certainly never forget your first anniversary-
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A week came and went, and the day arrived that Eddie had made reservations to take you out to dinner as a makeup for forgetting your anniversary. You’d forgiven him but that didn’t mean you weren’t looking forward to him pampering you trying to make up for it a little longer. You had picked out an outfit you felt cute in, and were applying the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard a knock at the door. Opening it you find your boyfriend in a button down and black dress pants that you didn’t even know he owned, with a bouquet of hydrangeas, your favorite. Your heart melts.
“Hey handsome” you smile and lock your house
“Hi my lover” he grins and takes your hand as you walk to the car.
The date went wonderfully, the two of you felt quite fancy as you enjoyed your meal.
“So I was thinking…wanna drive to lovers lake? I rolled us a blunt…” he squeezes your hand as you leave the restaurant and head to his van. You nod in approval. Quality alone time with your man is exactly what you needed.
“So uh…I kind of have one last thing for our anniversary” Eddie admits once the blunt was halfway gone and the two of you were snuggled together in the back of his van, staring out the open doors to the moonlight on the lake.
“More?” You smiled “Eddie I’ve already forgiven you…” you remind him
“I know that. But I haven’t forgiven myself.” He shrugs “And um…I really hope you don’t hate it. It was definitely a risk but, hey, I’m Eddie “the freak” Munson after all” he smirks “Ready?” He asks
“Ready for what?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head in confusion
“I got something for you…for us” he says and pushes up his sleeve to reveal 2 DND dice tattooed on his upper wrist, the d10 and the d20.
“Nice” you smiled, thinking it was just another tattoo and not understanding what he was talking about before
“Look at the numbers, sweetheart”
It felt as if your heart exploded when you read the numbers face up on the dice and realized. He had gotten the date of your anniversary tattooed on him. Forever. 3 and 11 for March 11th.
“Holy shit!” You blurt in surprise and run your fingers over the fresh ink, lines still a little swollen
“Do you hate it?” He winces
“No no no! Eddie I- I love it. I love YOU”
“Good” he grins and pulls you into his chest tightly “Now I’ll never forget. Oh, but one more thing”
“What’s that my love?” You ask as your voice is muffled by his chest in your embrace.
“We have to get married on March 11th too. So i don’t have to get another tattie” you both laughed happily as you nodded in agreement.
Shoutout to @eddieandbird for making the note and helping with the idea! I’ve had this in my drafts for ages and thought I might as well post it.
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luminous-jade-skies · 10 months
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在心而在心思
In Heart and In Mind
Foresight 远见 (written as of patch 1.0)
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Pairing: Jing Yuan/Vidyadhara! Reader
Content: rated M, complicated relationships, fluff, humour, complicated feelings, potentially older man/younger woman (the situation is complicated), morally grey fic, leaning yandere! Jing Yuan, minors dni
This is really long, like really long. I’ve been writing this for like a week or two (might’ve been two). Also as mentioned in the contents, it’s quite a weird situation (which makes it fun). I don’t recommend minors reading this because (no offence) it takes a bit of discretion. 在心而在心思 may also be a series (not chronological), so if you liked this one, there may be potentially more in the future.
I actually lost my 50/50 to Clara at 85 pulls which pained me greatly to the point where I swore off gacha games for a bit. Then I decided to swipe and got him in around 65. I also pulled for his lightcone and got it in 1 ten pull, so I’ll take that as his apology ahahaha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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“Amidst the falling golden light of the Arbor Glowing roots spread across the ship Conflict blooming from its branches, the pale aurora flames.
Where gingko leaves fall and dance in the wind Blood and despair follows Halls of humanity, forgotten in the pride bred from our bones. 
Thus sings our short history Where legends live and never die…”
Your brush draws out the last stroke of the character onto your scroll, the golden paint appearing on the brown reflective surface just in time for you to meet the matching irises of the Divine Foresight. 
“Late. Again.” The scroll is rolled and snapped shut—poem incomplete—and tucked into your bag. Its red tassel hangs out teasingly. “General, after many centuries I expect you to be less tardy.”
He plops down on the stool of the teahouse in front of you, making himself comfortable by crossing his leg and leaning his elbows on the table. “Oh?” He says with playful amusement. He reaches over to pinch your cheek which you immediately dodge. “If you’ve known me for so long, why still call me ‘general,’ hm?”
You huff. “Firstly, you’re my superior, I must address you as such. Secondly, I know you, not in heart, but in mind. If everything written in my past self’s journal is true, then you have hardly changed.”
As soon as Jing Yuan confirms an order of two Immortal’s Delight, he chuckles. “So you’ve finished reading all the journals?”
“Of course not, there’s so much to read! If you told me I was a writer in my past life I wouldn’t be surprised. I just finished reading volume twelve.” You cross your arms. 
“Oh? You’ve finished all twelve already?”
“No, I started from the most recent years. The information seems the most relevant, like recent developments in my job and instructions on how to deal with them. That being said, you’re not keeping anything from me aren’t you?” You eyed him suspiciously. 
He feigned hurt, wincing and throwing a dramatic hand to clutch his heart. “Did your past self write such terrible things about me? I miss when you acted carefreely, especially when you would rush into my arms without care.”
“I’m old enough to not be doing that!” You exclaimed, hiding your face behind your hand in embarrassment. After taking a quick second to compose yourself (wisely covered up with a fed-up groan), you clarify your pointed suspicion in a hushed tone. “The journal mentions how I was supposed to begin working as soon as I reached five years old. I’m fifteen now and I’ve only started.” 
It’s true. You were supposed to start when you were five. If everything had gone according to your past self’s plan, you would master literacy by three and finish most of your studies by five like “how you always did” as you had told him. However, Jing Yuan had different plans. You were catching on quickly that he wasn’t honouring your wishes as you had wanted them exactly. But it would take more deduction and action than merely suspicion to nail him in his sins. 
“If I were as wise as my past self seemed to have been, then I would not trust my reincarnation to solely one person, even if he was the Divine Foresight. It puts me in too much a vulnerable position.”
Jing Yuan sighs, but not of discontent. Returning to his leisurely posture, he stares at you from beneath his lashes lazily, saying. “You’re so cute in your caution.”
If any Outworlders were nearby to witness the mild flirt, they would have shot a concerned look at Jing Yuan. Was this middle-aged man making passive moves on a young girl?! If they tried looking around at other passersby, they would find no such reaction. With one glance at the girl in question, locals would notice the Vidyadhara horns and the red Erudition eye painted on the middle of her forehead, then continue on their day. Afterall, the Sky-Faring Logistics Master could take care of herself. 
The Dozing General always kept alertness just below the shallows of ease. You were a big deal in the Sky-Faring Commision, handling everything that involved the movement of goods of any kind. The seven Luofu Sky-Faring Commision Guilds imported and exported all sorts of products, but you arranged the receiving and releasing of said products. Suffice it to say, without you, the flow of hundred thousands of containers moving through the Luofu would be clashing in a blinding chaos. Much of the laymen didn’t realise that the ever-capable Logistics Master had not been at her post for the past ten years. Merely seeing you led them to assume you were doing your job as usual. As for admin and employees within the Commision… the temporary Master’s term had to be extended with the additional request (read: order) that any concerns were put to rest assuringly. Now, he had been relieved with good compensation and you were put in your proper position, everything would continue as normal.
No harm done.
Jing Yuan’s lips twitched when you scoff at his comment. “Still saying such things?” You say. “Hmph, my past self might have tolerated it, but I won’t. If you like her so much, then show me the same respect!”
“Why not act as casually as I treat you? Even the staff at the Seat call me Jing Yuan.” He leaned forward with a blossoming innocent smile. “You’re already acting so haughty and you’ve only just received your journals, have you forgotten who your official guardian is?”
“I knew it! My previous incarnation was a fool to put me in your hands!” You whined.
Mengming comes over just in time to stop your pouting fest with two refreshingly cold Immortal’s Delight. As you drag the drink closer, the expertly swirled fluffy whipped cream hardly bobs on top of the blended milk tea drink. A tiny hum of approval leaves your now grinning lips. That meant the drink was freshly blended, ice crystals still solid in the ideally near-frozen treat. Sprinkled on top is a generous cluster of brown sugar bits, glistening in what light sneaks into the shaded tea shop, as if the sweet syrupy goodness layered at the bottom of the same ingredient wasn’t enough. It forms a murky fog that swirls cloudily with the liquid, just waiting to be stirred and messed about inside the cup. Hiding amidst the murk are bouncy and chewy pearls, treasures you can’t wait to hunt with the red straw. 
You waste no time taking a big gulp, uncaring of how the freeze travels straight to your brain. A sugary explosion bursts in your mouth, accompanied by the slight bitterness of the tea in the most uplifting manner. Unaware of how the bliss draws happy hum after hum, you chew on the pearls. Your hair sways side to side with your head, hands gripping the drink tightly like the magical treat it was. 
The general takes a sip of his own, and savours the taste with you with closed eyes. Your past self was not here for the drink’s creation, and your go-to refreshment was a personally brewed pot of Whale-Tide Spring tea. Your present self, however, was less interested in the archaic drink and preferred the more modern one. What a shock it was to him when you refused another sip of the tea, letting out a small ‘bleh’ after only the first. In contrast, your love for Immortal’s Delight was as strong as your past love for Whale-Tide Spring (which was saying quite a lot, you always had a porcelain jar full of the leaves). 
Ever since its introduction, Immortal’s Delight has been a hit with the Luofu locals, but especially with you. His original intention was to reintroduce you to your favourite tea, but with how sideways that went, he tried something else. Yes, he received weird looks from others as he ushered a toddler to take a sip of the chilly thick drink, but you loved it in the end so that was that. It was also of great amusement to him how you cried and grabbed for it when he threatened to finish the rest of it. And yes, he gave you an extra sip because you learnt how to ask nicely that day. 
His eyes open to return to your form. Visions of the past overlaid themselves with the present. Past you was elegant, dignified with that slight tinge of whimsy. Present you was excitable, childish, bursting with a starlight that shone from your eyes—something he supposed could be called ‘youthful innocence.’ He wonders if this is what you were like in your younger days… thousands of years ago. You had mentioned how millenia of diligent journaling has maintained your wisdom’s edge no matter how many times you’ve moulted. It’s a well-known fact in the Xianzhou Luofu that the Sky-Faring Logistics Master never changes. Same name, same personality, somehow you’ve managed to create a unique sense of immortality…  
‘I’ll be moulting soon. I must ensure that all my knowledge and character are well-documented for my next reincarnation,’ you told him one day. Back then, he was a young apprentice under Jingliu, helping to move boxes of journals to your new residence. It was sunny that day, and he had just finished another exercise of 10,000 sword strokes, but he was eager to help as soon as he caught a glimpse of you in the distance. He had asked why you kept so many records, refusing to admit his struggle with the weight yet still feeling the strain of them all the same. 
‘Why does your reincarnation need to know all this?’
You tilt your head over your shoulder to smile at him, long horns extending gracefully in an arch against the bright sky. ‘I have been master over the Luofu’s goods flow for longer than you can ever imagine. Whether it be the receiving of commercial goods for residents or sending military supplies to our Cloud Knights, the hand that draws lanes and guides starskiffs must be an experienced one. The history of trade is great and the eyes that witness are the eyes that must be preserved.’ 
You wave a hand lightly at the box he carries. ‘—hence my records.’
He wonders just how much you’ve changed under his care. Letting you develop with hardly any direct influence from your past self must’ve affected you somehow. Not that he wanted you to change, Lan forbid. He loved you dearly, and he’s seen you be reborn over and over. He still dreams of every life you've lived and every moment you shared with him. As a good friend of his parents who worked in the Realm-Keeping Commision, he’s known you even before joining the Cloud Knights. Respect turned into admiration, then adoration, and further still in his adolescent years, a boyish crush which developed into an intimate love (and the lust that accompanies it) that he disguises under a close and familiar friendship. 
Qingzu likes to say ‘when the Sky-Faring Logistics Master steps into the Seat of Divine Foresight, the Dozing General dozes no longer.’ So perhaps he isn’t subtle about his feelings at all. 
Jing Yuan finds himself enjoying you enjoy your drink rather than enjoying the drink itself. You’re adorable, unbearably so. He’s met you in this age before but you’re always trying so hard to maintain your poise that he hasn’t seen you act this way. Really, you’re quite different now. As a kid you would quite literally jump for joy when he bought your favourite food or read you your favourite books. Pouting wasn’t a strange occurrence either. Sometimes he indulges in a little bullying to rile you up, have you stomping all over the place before giving you what you wanted. He watches you happily sip away, practically able to see warmth blossoming around you from joy. 
Your past selves never pouted nor showed excessive joy, and you had grown into it. He had noticed how the pressure to continue the legacy of your first life strained you, whether it be in the tired narrow of your eyes or the hollow sigh you let spill out. You may be the same in biological make-up, but really, you were successors of someone with very high standards and ambition… or were possibly part of a social experiment (he vocalised that joke at some point and you only shrugged, saying you could understand the intrigue which only makes it more plausible). 
The idea that he had ruined you somehow sent excited tingles zipping around in his brain. He had not only yourself in his grasp, but your very personality. When he made the decision to be your guardian, he wasn’t thinking of this indirect consequence. Clutching your bloody egg in his arms, the scene of your head getting cleaved off replaying countlessly in his mind, all he could think about was how he had to protect you and keep you close. 
So now you were his adorable little charge, and in the future, hopefully, his beautiful wife. He’s made sure to keep his hands off you, it was distasteful to even attempt and would dishonour you and your past incarnations. But his feelings were very true and well… you were still you. Regardless of how different you acted. 
“Why are you suddenly looking so happy…” you asked, nudging the empty cup away. “You haven’t touched your drink, if you don’t want it, can I?”
Just as you say that he takes a huge sip of his Immortal’s Delight, causing a considerable amount to disappear. And much to his delight, you frown a little and keep your eyes on him albeit with an unimpressed expression. 
“Now now, no need to make that face,” he mellowly drawls. “I’ve been so distracted by the beauty in front of me that my drink has become watery, how will you compensate?”
“General, I will throw my bag at you!”
He chuckles and continues to languidly sip, watching your face turn red. ‘How satisfying,’ he thinks. Long ago such teasing would only warrant a polite dismissal from you, even if you were blushing. Now he wonders what other expressions he could draw from you…
Two empty cups are left on the table as the both of you leave for a stroll. Jing Yuan had arranged for this lunch break meeting since he hardly sees you anymore. He missed when he could take you with him to his office, it certainly made those boring days go by a lot faster. On days where he’s forced to stay up late signing documents or going over a deployment plan, you’re there sleeping soundly on his lap. It only takes a single glance down to restore his energy. Now that you’re working he only ever gets to see you in the mornings and evenings, not quite enough time. 
There’s a pleasant breeze in the air and civilians are moving about peacefully. He allows himself to be lost in the atmosphere until he hears you mutter something. He looks down at you inquisitively with a small ‘hm?’ and you blink up. 
“Oh! It’s nothing!” You exclaim, waving your hands. “I was just wondering where Yanqing is.”
Yanqing. Your past self has never met him, he took in the boy not long ago and you’ve happily adopted him as your younger brother. The boy is usually at the training grounds with other Cloud Knights or at home studying (that’s what he tells him, but most likely he was distracted 80% of the time). Jing Yuan did ponder over whether to invite the boy, but decided that he could another time. Just like with you in the past, he brought Yanqing with him almost everywhere, but for today he just wanted to be alone with you.
“He said he would be at the training grounds mastering his sword strokes. Why?” Jing Yuan replied. He leans down closer until you can feel his breath ghost over your cheek. “Are you missing your little brother already?”
He pulls away as you jump in place and stumble back, slapping a hand on the afflicted cheek. He chuckles with an innocent expression at your fluster. 
“S-so? I’m just concerned for him! He’s usually with you and as his big sister, I have responsibilities, y-you know!” You sputter. “Don’t get close like that!”
The general quirks an eyebrow and your nervous sweating increases as his smile grows wider. ‘Oh no, what did I say…’
Like you anticipated, he walks closer, backing you up to the railings of the starskiff way. 
“What’s wrong with me being close, hm?” He teases, he’s hovering over you now and you lean further back to create more space between you. “Are you getting shy? Is this why you haven’t been giving me any hugs lately?”
Your head began to spin with how hot your face was getting. The truth was you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your superior. Your caretakers have always told you how attached you were to the general, and that hasn’t really changed until you read your past self’s journal. You wrote a lot about the general, like things he said or memories of older days (with exact journal entry numbers…). Sometimes you wrote descriptions of him with comments sprinkled in and it gave you a larger sense of familiarity beyond Jing Yuan just being your mentor. When you read an entry of a time Jing Yuan flirted (that word was nowhere to be found in the entry, but probably because your past self seemed to lack the recognition prowess for romance. You, who has read countless novels in your spare time, was well-acquainted) with your past self, you had to shut the book and almost threw it from your bed in second-hand embarrassment. 
That was not the only entry to have contained such contents. And for the entire time, your wise past incarnation assumed it was the general’s usual playfulness and your shared closeness. ‘Wise’! What ‘wise’?! How dense could a person possibly be! A man caresses your hair and says sweet words as the sun sets in front of you—how can it be anything but romantic! You had banged your head against your bed frame, going through multiple revelations at once, which alerted Jing Yuan who came into the room and asked ‘is something wrong?’ To which you quickly hid under the covers and shouted ‘nothing!’ as if that was less suspicious than just telling him you read something embarrassing from a novel. 
Anyways, you could never look at the general the same way again. How easy it was to make those memories your own, the way you wrote those entries were very personable. Again, if you were a writer in your past life, you would not be surprised! 
He leaned closely and gently ran his hand through some of my hair. The sun was beginning to set and our tea was cold from our lengthy conversation. It was cooling in the balcony of my flat but with Jing Yuan so close, I could not feel the chill. 
“And yet another day has passed,” he says, clearly referring to the increasing rosiness of the sky. He has not taken his eyes off me. “Many more are to come. But none of them will be as special as those I spend with you. You are more beautiful than any sunset or celestial phenomena.”
I watched curiously as he lifted the lock of hair to his nose and breathed in softly before kissing it. This made me laugh slightly and I waved him off. “Don’t hold me in such high regard, general. If I were to disappear, the rest of your days would become bleak.”
He looked at me seriously, gold irises glinting in the dying light. Somehow, it always manages to freeze me in place. Perhaps because I’m not used to that kind of emotion on him in moments like these. He took my hand and grips it tightly.
He said, “if you disappeared, the sun in my days would never rise again.”
He loved your past self. You don’t know if that sentiment was the same for your other incarnations, but he loved you deeply. When a young girl witnesses such tenderness and intimacy, even secondhand, how can she not develop feelings?! What made it even worse was the biting awareness that the both of you weren’t the same person. Maybe in body, but not in spirit. You seemed so different from her! And it was all because you didn’t start reading the journals early enough. A late bloomer, that’s what you were. Did he still love you the same way? 
“What’s on your mind?” Jing Yuan’s arms trapped you in between them, hands on the rails. “You’re staring so vacantly at me as if you’re thinking about something else.”
That snaps you from the tangled mess of hot wires of your mind. Immediately, you attempt to push him away, glancing nervously at passersby who are beginning to take notice.
“G-general… not here… people are looking…!”
He hums and leans closer, striking gold eyes mere inches away from yours, lips smiling mere fractions away from yours. His white hair falling over your face like a curtain. 
“This won’t do,” he whispers. “I can’t have your attention stolen away from me, can I?”
He takes a hand away from the rails to cup your head, tilting it stiffly so you’re angled to face him properly. ‘A kiss,’ you think dumbly. Was he really going to? Did you want him to? Your mind scrambled to sort the complexities of the situation. Technically, you were younger than him, incredibly so. And you were only fifteen! No matter how you looked at it, this was quite illegal wasn’t it?! You tried so hard to ignore this strange circumstance you found yourself in with the general. If only your past self was smarter about it! That stupid journal!
Just as you begin to feel dizzy and light-headed, Jing Yuan pulls away and pats your shoulder casually. “It’s quite rude for your mind to wander off while having a conversation, try to improve next time,” he says before continuing his stroll, leaving you flushed against the rails.
Upon processing his statement, your cheeks heat up further, no longer from embarrassment, but from anger. 
“As if you don’t do the same! General!” you shout, charging after him with the intent of giving him a good shove. 
Jing Yuan laughs as he accepts your shove, hardly affected. He’s seen enough to ascertain the future of his relationship with this new you—enough to grant him clear foresight. Now all he had to do was play his moves carefully.
In your office, you stare at the poem you were attempting earlier this afternoon. Remembering Jing Yuan turns you red, hastily you scribble down the last line before focusing on the rest of your work.
“Amidst the falling golden light of the Arbor Glowing roots spread across the ship Conflict blooming from its branches, the pale aurora flames.
Where gingko leaves fall and dance in the wind Blood and despair follows Halls of humanity, forgotten in the pride bred from our bones. 
Thus sings our short history Where legends live and never die In heart and in mind.”
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ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES
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summary: to escape from the miserable and never ending time loop, you are willing to do anything even if it means you would kiss the priest instead of your future husband.
genre: time-loop, modern au, mafia,
pairing: jungwon x fem! reader
warning: cursing, murder and murder attempts, death, poisoning,
word count: 7.3k
a/n: 'kissing the priest' prompt was inspired by a one-chapter manhwa called 'the obsessive second male lead had gone wild'. found it through yt reels 😂 and too bad it's just 1 chapter , haven't read it though so I just thought to make a story inspired by the prompt and add the rest of my own imagination :3
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Your eyes fluttered open at the sun peeking through the windows of your room, the refreshing breeze passing through the soft materials of the curtain. Stretching your body, you felt the comforting feeling and so you laid your feet on the carpeted floor, and you looked up to see the maids coming through the open door. Some of them had plenty of white towels on their left arm, some were holding a black box on the palms of their hands and some had the lacy white gown — the one you had chosen for today, for your wedding day.
Upon seeing the material, your lips pulled up in the brightest smile and you couldn’t suppress it as you approached it, tracing your fingers on the gown.
Your chest rose and fell as you glanced outside the window in which plenty of people in maid attires, butlers, chefs, guards, waiters and waitresses — all of them doing their respective tasks. Soon the invited guests would come along with their little childrens, supportive friends, uncles and aunties, friends and relatives who would give their blessing.
"You look so breathtakingly beautiful, Miss (Name)." the young maid's eyes sparkled in amazement as she finished the last touch of your wedding dress, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful way. You nodded with an appreciative smile, spinning around to check on yourself.
Tap, tap, tap. The door swings open revealing the butler with the lazy but firm look on his face, "It's time."
You, a 20 year old young lady whose mother had abandoned you since her childhood, with only your father to look after you despite his alcoholic tendencies sometimes, he still tried his best to be a good father. At school, the petty kids often bully you for being motherless too, a dramatic pity story you can say that. But heck are you gonna let that define you? So you did all you could to climb up to the top with all you had and gain whatever you could to survive in this cruel world, a lady who had just embarked on her journey to start on her career, with the sole purpose to become an independent woman, swaying your pointy gorgeous heels to stray fuckboys away and indulge in your self-made millionaire ass because you wanted it and because you deserve it.
Which makes you wonder what you are doing here? What are you doing on this fat pretty wedding dress on the decorated flowery aisle?
Well, the same old cliche story; you met him, your lover in an unusual way, got stuck in a place together for almost an eternity, and the old sayings allegedly confirming ‘it only take 7 seconds to fall in love’ which actually only applies to your future husband because sweetie that's definitely not you, falling in love recklessly are bound to land you on a steepy slimy pretty cliff if you don't watch your steps. And so you landed a strong punch to his face when he tried to kiss you because who does he think he is? A hot male lead in a rom-com office drama? Oh please.
Well, maybe he does but in a different genre because he belongs in a mafia family which you found out an eternity later after a thousand dates and a thousand punches, and the rest was history — your life seems to be stuck with guns and knives from then on instead of hot independence but well money and exquisite heels still exists either way right?
And of course a hot young man, your one and only future husband, Park Sunghoon. The firstborn of the Park family, one of the wealthiest families in Seoul. However, as wealthy as they are, unlike any other family, they prefer to stay behind the shadows and let people take the spotlight but that was what makes them extremely mysterious and alluring.
But their son was far too different, at least in the way he carries himself around others.
It's far too obvious in how he looks and behaves so there won't be a problem to guess it because he gave it away too much, Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon, the firstborn of the Park Family. He never fails to mention that around people and especially, especially around you. A narcissist as you called him which he doesn’t mind, that goddamn hottie who exudes too much charms and confidence, because he believes that he's far too good for this world. Annoying but hot, and yet you still fell in love with him.
So, it's obvious by now that this wedding was not simple, nor anything you would call ‘normal’ since your future husband is none other than a mafia’s son. The people attending this seemingly simple wedding with grand decorations, are actually mafias and their minions in disguise, well at least some of them.
It no longer matters to you though that he belongs to a dangerous background, he was the only one that ever mattered for you from now on. His family was weirdly delighted over their son picking you, you actually thought you’d have to go through 14 chapters of your story to ever marry him but you were more grateful than ever that it didn’t have to go that far.
What a hassle, let's get over to the story already, folks. Flashbacks done!
You walked down the aisle ready to meet your future husband who was now waiting for you with a big wide smile adorning his face, ah there he was, handsome as ever — and then at the guests at your either side watching you as if you were the most beautiful woman in the entire world. The soft violin music echoing through the air, the pretty decorations surrounding you, the delicious smell of the cuisine waiting to be eaten after the wedding and the sweet fragrance lingering along with it.
It was the greatest feeling, only if it was actually your first time.
Yeah, you heard that right. This wasn't the first time you got married, in fact, it's the 56th time you walked down the aisle and went through the process over and over again. The happiness adorning on your face had fell into an uninterested look as you continued your way down the aisle, since it's nothing new — you could actually compare it to watching a TV show on repeat and the only difference was you're being forced on this fucking time-loop.
And you might wonder, how did this even happen in the first place? Well folks, it might be surprising so keep your lips shut right so a bee won't randomly fly into your pretty mouth.
10 years from now, you will face your death in a way you won't ever rest in peace. Why? Because you'll die at the hands of your beloved husband, Park Sunghoon. Yes you hear that right, your sweet loving husband who set up you to death in the cruellest way possible just so you would be really dead.
How sweet, right?
10 years into your marriage, your beloved husband was no longer the same. His loving touches, sweet words, honey-like smiles, gifts that he often bought for you no matter how simple or cheap it was because for the both of you, it doesn’t matter as long as love was wrapped inside it. He no longer does any of those anymore. At first, on the very first day he seemed distant, you thought he was only tired due to his ‘work’ but how wrong you were when that day wasn’t the last day he would treat you like that.
Somewhere on a typical rainy day in late February, you found him cheating behind your back, yes a shitty man indeed, even the dead would be ashamed to acknowledge him.
Where did it go wrong? You never knew. Did your story actually turn into a pathetic wife waiting to be mercilessly cast away from her husband as soon as his young mistress in her thick makeup and in her loud devilish heels appeared with a grand entrance?
It’s only 10 years, you couldn’t have looked that old for him to fall out of love from you that quick? Tch, even if you look old then it shouldn’t have mattered that much if he really did love you. Fuck. What a joke. Men are all the same, aren’t they?
So your beloved husband had murdered you through all those timelines in the cruelest way possible, all sorts of stuff he could ever think and some of them sometimes includes his shameless mistress. The pain was real, you felt it. When the first time everything resets back to the wedding day, it was only wise that you tried to cancel the wedding but to your dismay, you were forced to walk down the aisle in which you couldn't do anything but let things unfold once again.
Death, all over again. And along with those countless deaths, love for your beloved husband slowly dies along with it as well.
You had lost count to be honest, you've grown tired but you had no choice but to keep going on and try to change something so this time-loop could end for once and for all.
With the sound of your heels echoing along with the slow violin music, you observe everyone around you — the same scenery, yet somehow there's always something little different.
The bridesmaid who was checking her gown, the uncle who has took a shot of glass even before the wedding starts and now his face was flushed red, the couple in the farthest corner of the seat who had an obvious love quarrel — refusing to acknowledge each other until the wedding ends, the aunties from your future husband's side who has now favoured you a lot, relatives from your side who was gasping relentlessly over the lavish and grand decorations of the wedding, the adorable pair of children messing around with flower in the baskets despite how their parents tried everything to stop them and all you can say but don't have the time to, all of them were always there except that for every timeline — they were doing a complete different thing.
You could memorise it all, but it's all useless if none of what you did to escape the time-loop even works. You tried everything from sleeping late so you couldn't attend the wedding, from hitting the maids' head so they couldn't help you with your dress, to actually locking Sunghoon inside the basement — but all of it was deemed useless, since no matter what you do, you always find yourself walking down the aisle with the stupid bouquet in your hands and with everything as normal like you didn't do anything at all, it was as if you were teleported there no matter what you do.
And yet, 'giving up' is nowhere to be seen in your big fat ass dictionary.
Freeze, dance, waltz, screams, cheers, clink clanks, stinky mouth and the annoying violin music that you heard for the nth time — clenching the bouquet in your fists and with a big inhale, you halted your steps, everyone was confused as to why but before they can ask you anything.
You screamed like a maniac.
Everyone stood up on their feet, some with hands on their mouth, some hid behind their partners, some tried to approach you asking what's wrong and yet you thrashed around ruining the bouquet and throwing it on the ground as the flowery petals flew around in multiple directions.
If anything can be used to describe you right now, it would be a certified maniac psychopath future wife.
“H-honey? (Name)!? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Sunghoon’s face contorts into disbelief as he tries to approach you but you shoved him away in the process.
Well you didn't care, extreme situations require extreme measures and your dignity is the very least thing you could think of since well none of these people would even remember what you did.
Screaming at the top of your lungs, hopping on your bare feet with your pretty shiny heels between your fingers, you prayed loudly inside your heart, "Please work! Just please let this work! I don't give a fuck if I got labeled as a psychopath, I would truly turn into a psychopath if I got stuck in this useless time loop again! Please! Please—"
"The groom and the bride may kiss now." Your eyes shoot open, looking down and up only to see your future son-of-a-bitch husband with his stupid smile after he said his stupid vows as he gave a stupid kiss on your hand.
Your eyebrows knitted together with your eyes uninterested as his lips gently crashed against yours, the same cheers from the guests as they threw flowery petals on the both of you.
And this is where the real deal starts.
The moment you and Sunghoon walk down the aisle, like always, it switches to the very part where you were forced to relive all the moments and memories on repeat. The giant-ass clock hanging on the manor shows 4:12pm, the same time where the 10 years of your life will be on repeat once again.
Cold, wet and dirty.
This time, your husband was nowhere to be seen. Most of the time, your death were often inside the manor and so you being here on a dark empty street in the middle of the woods, it's only safe to assume that the son of a bitch threw you off from his car. Great, now you gotta wait for death to consume you and you wonder what is it this time. Looking down, you noticed yourself wearing a dirty rag cloth with ripped holes on it, your hair frizzy and dry but smells rotten and musty, your skin having wound and rashes on it and somehow you felt a wave of weakness wash over your body.
Bitch, did that bastard just abuse you?
You couldn't have anymore thoughts as your body grew weak as time passed, letting itself devoured by the growing weakness, your head laid itself on the cold ground. Your sight blurred and teary as you looked up to the clear grey sky, foggy and cold.
Why the fuck you gotta be killed everytime? It's honestly tiring at this point.
With that, death consumes you.
Your eyes fluttered open at the sun peeking through the windows of your room, the refreshing breeze passing through the soft materials of the curtain. Stretching your body, you felt the comforting feeling— oh shut it.
The same maids. Same day. Same people. Fuck everyone.
The wedding day again, when is this going to ever end? Clenching the material of your gown in your fists, you've tried everything to prevent the wedding from ever happening. You've tried every single fucking thing to not marry him and yet it's still the same thing.
Sunghoon must’ve been God’s favourite. Tch.
Why did the deity even give you the chance to restart your life if you're only bound to go through the same outcome over and over again?
You're really tired, so fucking tired.
You walked down the aisle ready to meet that son of a bitch with that same stupid smile, you took a brief glance toward the guests at your sides with with that same look as if you were a damn goddess because yes hell you are. And the soft violin music echoing through the air, you damned wish at the deities that they could at least change that to a different instrument because it's ripping your ear drums off. The pretty decorations surrounding you, the delicious smell of the cuisine waiting to be eaten, which you never got the chance to eat unfortunately and the sweet fragrance making you wanna puke at this point.
Finally, you halted your steps, standing beside the mafia's son. Sigh. You gotta do something, but what? You've tried almost everything you could think of. Your face falls down as you try to think of something. Think, think. Is that all you got? You didn't work your ass off just to be this damn stupid. Think of something, think.
You hissed when the priest starts to talk nonsense about the stuff you heard over a dozen times already, your brain is about to burst at any moment like for Christ's sake.
"Just shut up!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, utterly shocked that you actually voiced it out. Murmurs were heard and you could feel their eyes boring your back, but it's not like you care. They won't even remember anyways.
"Sorry father—" Heh? You tilted your head, are you seeing things?
You blinked twice to get a better view at the priest in front of you, it was weird, something was unusually odd. Something was different from the set of timelines you've been through before.
The priest is different, last time you checked the priest was an old man in his 60s with his head all bald, back slouching and skin saggy, eyes drooping with no life inside it but this one..
This one was younger, his flowy black hair almost covering his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering as he read through the pages and the faint blush on his cheek along with his tongue briefly licking his sweet red lips.
Your breath hitched as you took in the beauty of this young man in front of you. How could such a beautiful young man turn out to be a priest? This must be a joke, well why you're even surprised, life has utterly been treating you like a joke all this time.
So it won't be such a surprise if 'life' decided to switch the priest and throw a random hot man instead.
You were snapped out of your deep thought when your future husband called out for you with concern on his face, like bitch stop with that. You mumbled a sorry to the priest and everything went back to normal again.
Yea, as if. But why did the priest switched into a young man? Don't tell me the old man regressed into his younger version after so many timelines, bish please—
"Sunghoon, do you take (Name) for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Sunghoon's eyes crinkled with smiles, "I do."
You smiled as if you're not going to plunge a knife in my heart, Park Sunghoon-ssi.
The young priest then turns his attention towards you, "(Name), do you take Sunghoon for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?
His adorable and innocent boba eyes as he waited for your response and yet, fuck. Now that you observed him more, he definitely looks hot. Shit, what's wrong with you?! You have to find a way to survive, not simp on a hot young priest!
Sunghoon cleared his throat, eyes lingering with concern and worry as he mouthed 'are you okay' to you, you briefly glanced at the guests over your shoulder and their eyes laid on you confused and impatience from Sunghoon's family, and your dad as well.
"(Name), do you take Sunghoon for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?
"O-oh, I do. I do." you finally answered, stuttering as you cleared your throat. Yeah, I fucking do wanna leave this place as soon as I can.
The ceremonial wedding ring soon took place, with Sunghoon delighted to put the ring on your finger and you did the same, obviously with the disinterested look on your face.
"The groom and the bride may now kiss." The low and soft tone of the priest behind you was enough to take your attention away from the groom. Now that you thought of it, the kiss was the last thing to seal off the wedding and the next was the fast timeskip to 10 years and so, an idea pops in your head. It might sound crazy but you can't bear to live through the same timeline again, you're willing to take any risk if it meant to save your life.
Sunghoon places his hand on your neck and leans closer as he prepares to kiss you ‘again’, yea sike. You harshly shoved his face away with your hand in which his jaw dropped and eyes wide in response. “(Name)!?’
Pushing away the arms of your husband, you turned around to the direction of the young priest. You observed as his adorable boba eyes widened as you approached him with your hands lifting your gown so you could walk at ease.
One step, two steps.
You halted your steps in front of him, and you gasped as you took in his tall figure and his dark-colored eyes set on you. It might kill you, things might go wrong but you had no choice.
Confused, he asked, “M-miss?”
Without further hesitation, you wrapped your hands on his neck in which he was taken aback, mouthing a simple sentence you doubt he could even hear, I'm sorry father. Pulling him closer to you as you shut your eyes tight, crashing your lips into his.
Gasps and murmurs emit in the air as they watch the scene unfolding in front of them.
You didn't move your lips against his. Heck, it would be awkward. But you tasted how his lips felt so plump and soft against yours, it tasted sweet. You swore your heart is about to burst, and your cheeks burning from the embarrassment of kissing a stranger and even more so, a priest. But you really had no choice but to try another way to escape from this miserable timeline.
"(Name), what the hell do you think you're doing!?" pushing yourself away from the priest whose face was blushing profusely, his boba eyes about to pop out anytime due to the kiss.
Forgive me, lord for kissing him.
"The fuck? What kind of woman are you bringing in to our family, Sunghoon?!"
Sunghoon ruffled through his hair in disappointment as he struggled to accept what he had just seen, but it didn't take long before reality dawned on him.
"(Name)? Just w-what kind of prank is this, honey?"
His pained expression might've done wonders to your heart if you were still in love with him but you were actually way more worried for the young priest now– wait?
This is odd. You thought as you observed everything before you, and then at the giant ass clock hanging on the manor. 4:13pm.
Your jaw dropped, eyes widening in fractions as you can't believe it, it can't be?!
You are free?! You turn to the young priest with your eyes blinking back your tears as you covered your mouth with your hand to suppress your scream of joy, you are really free! The priest, he's your saviour!
The priest’s eyebrows knitted together in immense confusion as to why you were so happy.
You rushed in to the priest's arms, surprising him for the nth time as, engulfing him with your big wide hug as you mumbled a thousand thank yous to him and the entire crowd especially your future husband watching the entire scene unfolding in front of their eyes, with their eyes about to pop and questions running through their mind as to why and what the actual fuck is going on with the bride's head?
"(Name)!" Your future mother-in-law yelled at the top of her lungs, making you flinch in surprise.
Well now that you thought of it, there's no more time-loop which means everyone here is bound to remember that you kissed the priest for your entire life, which you couldn't care any less but, how are you going to actually escape now?
The wedding ceremony was cancelled and the guests were sent back to their respective homes through chauffeur since well, this is a wealthy-ass mafia family we got here, folks.
And here you are standing in the center of the huge living room, still in your wedding dress and the young priest miserably forced on his knees by the guards standing on both his sides. The entire family, Sunghoon and even your dad, was also present as they all sat on the couch. It feels like you're in a serious high court right now, and you committed a treason.
You were forced to listen as Sunghoon's parents talked with your dad, disappointment and rage evident on their face as they tried to understand how and why you would do such a shameful deed on your wedding day. There, Sunghoon stood beside the couch where his parents sat, his head hanging low and his bangs covering his eyes.
Shit. Why are you feeling guilty at the man who's bound to betray you and murder you in the future? This is bullshit.
After much discussion, they decided to put the blame on the young priest instead, in which you protested, saying it was your fault but Sunghoon was adamant to save you and told you to stay quiet. “Just please shut it, (Name)!” he whisper-yelled, leaning closer to you, “Do you even know this bastard?”
You shook your head, “No, of course not!”
“The why did you fucking kiss him, like what’s going on with your damn head.” Sunghoon clenched his fist and sways it in annoyance.
Like freak, I kiss him because I don't want to get married at you.
“It was my f-fault! I must’ve have eaten something stupid that’s why I wasn’t aware-” you exclaimed, begging Sunghoon’s parents, “So please, please..”
You turned to look at the young priest whose head was hanging low and then back at Sunghoon’s parents, “Please don’t blame him for it!”
Darkness engulfed the entire sky, birds replaced with the cicada's cries, and the busy life of the street had just begun with the crowd going all over with their lives. While yours had finally started after getting rid of the time-loop, the young priest’s life was fated to end today as Sunghoon’s parents had ignored your pleas. Gritting your teeth as you sat in the guest's bedroom, you couldn’t possibly let this happen to him.
"Hey you, the master has ordered us to get rid of the priest." One of the guards standing in front of the cell nodded, opening the lock with the keys in his hand but in his peripheral view, he noticed something odd and so he looked up.
Blood splattered across the cell before he could see who did it, slowly falling onto his knees and the life from his eyes being sucked out. A loud thud. This alerts the rest of the guards and they immediately pulled out their gun.
And there a young man in a white suit, which is none other than the priest, slowly turns around to face the guards with fresh blood leaking down on his disinterested face. Wiping off the blood from his cheek with his sleeve, the dagger in his hand glints with the moonlight. He lazily gazed at the guards and then at the corpse beside him, his chest rose and fell in a breath of sigh — it was as if this was nothing new to him.
Clicking his tongue inside his cheek, he turned his attention back to the alerted guards in their defense form, "Let's just get over it as fast as we can, shall we?"
Heels echoing through the dark hallway, the young man walks as if he had no problem in the world, twirling the blood-stained dagger in his fingers. The moonlight from outside the window shines through the edges of his face stained with dry blood, his beautiful dark-colored eyes holding no soul and down to his exquisite white suit that was now painted red.
He halted his step to glance outside the window, the night was still young and it's only safe to assume that people are still awake. But it's no problem for him since he's going to send them to their sweet dreamland either way.
You shuffle around the hall outside your room, biting your nails and clicking your heels on repeat, you are in a serious dilemma as to how can you save the priest for the mistake you did? It's not even close to a mistake, because to save yourself, the price was his death — he's gonna die because of you.
"This won't do." You shook your head, lifting your gown so you can walk faster through the basement, "I have to save him."
A melodic whistle.
You halted your steps when you heard it, looking at the distance to see who it was but the dark hallway with only the lamps glowing on the carpeted floor was all you can see. Even the bright moonlight wasn't helping either, and yet the whistles were only getting closer and closer which made you step backwards in fear.
Is there even a ghost here?!
A silhouette appeared, unravelling a white piece of clothing and as you narrowed your eyes to gain a clearer view on the stranger, your breath hitched when you saw it; the white piece of clothing was none other than a white suit, a priest's attire, to be exact. And the attire was not as dazzling and pure as it used to look before for it has been tainted with red. It can't be?
The moonlight shone over the stranger's face and there you saw him, the young priest. Breath of relief washed over your entire being as you tried to approach him, "Hey– oh my god, are you okay?!"
But something weird, — the sinister aura that emits from the once-innocent looking priest and your blaring instincts stopped you as you halted your steps.
You froze.
Your suspicions were only confirmed when you saw the blood-stained dagger in the confines of his fingers, playfully twirling it as if it was a child's toy and his boba eyes that once caught your heart for a moment, had turned into a lifeless soul. Covering your mouth with your hand as your body shakes in fear, you stuttered, "W-who are you-"
"I'm very pleased to meet you once again, Miss (Name)." He gave you a warm smile which was a complete contrast to the blood leaking down on his cheek, "My name is Jungwon, and I was sent to assassinate you all at once."
The priest. That innocent and adorable young priest that blushes profusely when you kiss him, turned out to be a cold-blooded assassin?.. What the actual fuck is this.
Speechless, you struggled to make out words to say, "W-what?! What did I do?!"
"Nothing in particular, just a mistake you made which I understand wasn't your fault."
"No. No. No.” You raised your hands as if to stop him, “You must be getting your address wrong since I don’t remember where I made a mistake nor a crime! Bitch, I didn’t even kill a fly my entire life!”
"The entire Park family, including yours, must be eliminated before the sun rises. It's part of the contract and therefore I asked for you to comply, I'll make it painless and quick–"
"Oh shut up!" You screamed. This can't be true, you finally escaped from that all that time-loop, finally away from the claws of your murderous husband — all of that just to get murdered by an assassin in the end? "No but why me? Why my family? Kill him instead! We haven't even gotten married yet!"
"You're his wife and therefore you're-"
"I fucking kissed you not him! The wedding was never official!"
"Connection." Jungwon pauses as he cleans the blood from his dagger with the white towel laying on the furniture, "By the looks of it, you seem smart, you should've been well-informed that your life is no longer yours the moment you formed a connection with someone from a dangerous background."
Does he think you’re dumb? Of course you knew. But could they have at least the decency to not kill you on your wedding, especially on the day you finally escaped from the time loop?!
Shit. Shit. You gotta do something. Your eyes darting over to his back and in an instant, you raised your finger pointing behind his back.
"Look! There's a guard!" A pathetic attempt to turn his attention away from you but he didn't budge, only raising his eyebrow in confusion but were quickly replaced with amusement.
"Did you really assume I was that dumb? Are you really that dense?" Jungwon chuckles, shaking his head. "Well I guess it's safe to think so when a while back ago, you chose to kiss not your husband, but a priest."
Silence. Your face flushed red from the embarrassment, you knew it was embarrassing but the fact that he mentions makes it more embarrassing than it should.
Jungwon brushes his finger against his faint red lips, "That's a nice kiss, I have to admit." his words turned to whisper at the end, you frowned but didn't bother to ask. “Too bad, I’ll have to eliminate a pretty lady like you.”
“I don’t know if I can take that as a compliment?!” you panic, feet slowly stepping backwards as he start to close the distance between you. Your survival is your priority at this point.
“Like I said, it was your fault. You are the one who put yourself into the target list.” Jungwon sighed, twirling the dagger between his fingers, then a smile — a genuine one, adorned his face. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
He sensed your hesitance, you were frozen with too much fear washing over your entire being. He knew that feeling very well, “I’ll give you a chance to run, my lady.”
Eh? Your eyes widened when those words left his mouth.
“In a count of 10 seconds,” He leans against the wall, stroking the dagger on his cheek as he slowly brings himself to look at you, eyes holding something genuine in it that you couldn’t comprehend what it is, “Run, my lady. And I will chase you after that.”
And that’s what you did, you ran for your life. Panting, chasing for breath as you turned to the left side of the hall, trying to search for someone or any of the guards. You could still heard him counting far from another hall, his voice echoing through the darkness — almost giving you chills.
Running for your life on your fat wedding dress, on your heels and through the dark hallways — a lame pathetic, indeed. But it’s not like you could change into another dress right now. You took a brief glance over your shoulder to see if he was there, and there he was chasing after you, you swore your face ran cold and pale, gasping for air as you shook your head in desperation. You can't die here!
A hand tugged your arms forcefully behind, pulling you to his chest but you screamed for your life, “No! No! Bitch, this is not fair, you should have given me 1 minute instead of 10 seconds!!”
You fell on your back after a dramatic attempt to kick his hands away that was tugging on your arms, he then hovered on you, pinning both your wrists on the ground. You observe as his bangs covering his dark iris that was once the adorable boba eyes, sweat leaking down his blood-stained cheek, and then his red sweet lips that you once tasted before-
Shit. Are you seriously simping to how hot this priest-turned-into-an-assassin is when you're at the brink of your death? Get hold on yourself, (Name)!
You tried to thrash around but to no avail, he was stronger and faster, ultimately succeeding in pinning you down with just one hand, leaving you to observe as he pulled his dagger and pointed it to your face. Shaking your head in desperation, tears streaming down your cheeks, you cried out begging him to let you go.
You notice the glint of hesitation in his dark colored eyes, a sense of hope forming in your heart upon seeing it, only for it to be broken with one sentence leaving his mouth, "Forgive me, my lady. It's my job and I have to complete the task given to me."
If only, if only, the time-loop still exists then you would've still survive. It's really pathetic that you faced death either way but you still wanna live, you still want to live. Think! is there a way for the time-loop restart again?
You gasped as he raised his dagger in the air, preparing to plunge it to your heart. At that point, everything moves into a slow motion as your rapid heartbeat echoes through your ear, your chest tight, fists clenching and your wrists aching with his tight grip around it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.” Jungwon whispered as he prepared to plunge the dagger to the direction of your heart in full-force.
Heavy and rush footsteps approaching from the distance, "Hurry! The assassin is around here!"
Jungwon snapped his head to the direction where the voice came from, eyes widening in fractions as he's supposed to finish his mission in a silent and quick method, not invite the entire manor to watch like a damn spectator.
This is it. You took advantage of the situation by grabbing the dagger but to your surprise his firm was stronger as he turned his attention back at you, a smirk adorning his lips, "Not so fast, my lady." And with that, he successfully pulled the dagger away from your grip but you immediately took action by pulling your left knee, raising it up and using your entire energy to kick his chest with your heels which resulted in him falling harshly on his bottom and his head hitting the carpeted floor.
You stood up on your feet, panting as you gripped your gown up to give an easy way for your heels, and then you kicked the dagger away from his hand with your heels.
Groaning in pain, Jungwon hissed and spit the blood out. Eyes narrowing in annoyance as it shouldn't have been taking this way too long to kill a random weak girl.
He spitted the blood out, you froze as it caught your attention. Something was off. His blood-stained lips, wait. Wait. Hold on. This guy. His goddamn pretty face and his.. red lips, the same sweet taste. The wedding. Why did the time-loop disappear in the first place? It's because of the kiss! Yes, it was! But was it because of him? You had no idea. But if you do it again, would everything return back to the wedding ceremony?
But that would mean, that I'll have to kiss him again?!
"There he is!" The guard alerted the rest of his team, and one of them came Sunghoon whose face ran cold and dry as he saw the entire scene unfolding in front of him.
"(Name)!"
Shit. What's he doing here? But who fucking cares.
You immediately pulled Jungwon who was trying to grab the dagger again, to your chest and to his surprise, your face was inches away from him. Rapid heartbeat echoed through your ear as you inspected his dark-colored eyes, those freaking boba eyes and that eyelashes fluttering as he blinked in confusion. Both of you gulped at the intimate proximity, but you ignored it as you clenched his collar in your fists, he tilted his head, “Are you planning to kiss me again in front of your husband?”
Silence ensues between you both as chaos was approaching fast.
“No, I already told you, he’s not my husband.” You spat out, “And yes, mind me stealing one more kiss?”
Before Jungwon could react, you pulled him closer and crashed your lips into his. His eyes widening for the nth time while yours were shut tight, the same sweet taste from his lips mixing with yours once again. Breathing heavily as your lips were pressed together, and at that point you could feel the thud of his heartbeat.
Your eyes fluttered open at the sun peeking through the windows of your room, the refreshing breeze passing through the soft materials of the curtain. Wait?!
You immediately sat up, inspecting yourself if you had any injuries and to your relief, there was none. Did it actually work? You hurried to the window and looked around and saw that everything was repeating again just like a time-loop. So the kiss did work. Just who the hell is that guy? An assassin yes, but why the fuck a kiss can return the time-loop?! It might’ve just been luck. A luck that occurs twice.
Now there’s no way he would exist in this timeline for there must be something different, which means the priest has probably turned into an old man like it did before. But what’s that lingering disappointment in you? You should be happy, that freaking killer doesn’t exist now, he’s so much more dangerous than the time-loop itself.
Ruffling your hand through your hair, you sat back on the bed. A surge of happiness washed over you but a part of it was disappointment because that would mean you would have to repeat everything all over again.
Tap, tap, tap.
You don't even need to acknowledge the maids or the butler anymore, it was a routine at this point. But you can't give up, you've survive all those death up to this point so you can never give up. If you actually had the chance to overthrow the time loop before then you can do it again. Don't give up.
The entire scene on repeat for the 58th time as you walked down the aisle with your head hanging low, observing the bouquet with violet flowers in your hand and for once through all that timelines, you trace you finger over it and find it gorgeous. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion as the bouquet consists of white flowers before but you quickly ignored it as it's just a damn flowers, not that it matters anyway.
Finally halting your steps in front of your stupid future husband once again, you couldn't be bothered to look at his stupid smile because you fear you're going to punch this bouquet at his face. You didn't fail to notice his suit has changed into a white one, narrowing your eyes at the fact that the time-loop shitty thing manage to change everything but not your death.
Why did they even switch the priest to a younger one in the first place? Speaking of the devil, that goddamn pretty face.
That cat boy. You remembered him, those adorable boba eyes that turned into a sinister look when he revealed his true self, his lush black hair covering almost his eyes and especially, his sweet red lips. You wonder where is he now– you must be a certified psychopath already since you are looking for an assassin who tried to murder you in the previous timeline. What a joke.
The priest went all over the wedding stuff again, and you frown as to why the voice sounds familiar and yet you ignore it, not really bothering at this point. Sigh.
"Jungwon, do you take (Name) for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Wait. What? You whipped your head at the priest and your jaw dropped with your eyes about to popped out, what the actual fuck is Sunghoon doing over there as a priest?! If he is there, then? Then?!
Turning your eyes to the groom, your future husband; those same hair, eyes, nose and lips. Innocence adorning his face with his eyes brimming with fondness as he looks at you, the same sweet red lips tugging up in a pretty smile.
What in the fucking time-loop is this?!
Wait. Does he remember? If Jungwon is the groom then he.. then he's the mafia's son now? Are you kidding me? The assassin sent to assassinate the entire Park family and especially you has now become their son?!
You're marrying the person who tried to assassinate you. Fuck-
Then as if something pulls him back into reality, his eyes brimming with fondness were replaced with confusion, “W-what?” Jungwon’s eyebrows were knitted in immense confusion as he looked at himself, raising his hands, turning it back and forth. And then back at you, who has the exact expression as him.
Silence.
“Why the fuck am I marrying you!?”
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