#we've been through thick n thin! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fairy-hub · 3 months

Text

“𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫’𝐬”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! praising degradation, daddy/mama/brat, hints of jealousy/possessive!stoner!suguru, squirting, teasing, choking, squirting, mating press, pain kink, size kink, two fingers in your ass, mindbreak/getting cockdrunk, begging, a momentary just the tip moment, riding him, overstimulation, breeding, stuffing his cum into you, some spanking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! I have a praise kink and a degradation kink, I need Geto to tell me that I'm his favourite dirty little slut and absolutely nail me to the mattress while doing 🥵🥵🥵

Oreo: I was thinking of a part two of stoner!suguru with this one, even though he doesn't smoke. I like the follow up of him finally deciding he wants to be more than just friends

Slapping your soft cunt and yanking your legs back open when you go to black the next hit. He demands, “Color?” Leaning forward, towering over you to make you feel smaller.

Using his weight to keep you pinned in a firm mating press. His thick cock nudging your soft cunt. Shoving your hips trying to best to glide an inch in your sore cunt. Eager for the sweet pleasure to cut through the pain.

You whine, “Green! Please don't be mad! I didn't mean to make you jealous, didn't think.” He grabs your throat, tightly squeezing.

“Didn't think I’d want your beautiful ass all to myself?” Softly kissing your forehead, smiling down at you tightening his grasp around your neck.

He croons, “Mama we've been living together and fucked on nearly every surface of his apartment. N’ you spent every night in my bed, so tell me whose are you?” Letting your neck go, grabbing your hands putting them above your hand.

“Who takes care of you?” By the time you catch your breath, he slaps your cunt harder than before. Stuffing one thick finger in softly curling it stroking your sweet spot to ease your discomfort.

Reaching for Suguru he pins your wrists together with one large hand. Gliding a second finger in, touching your clit, and then nothing. Suguru refuses to move his fingers.

The lack of stimulation makes it easier to think. You look into Suguru’s loving, dark chocolate eyes. “You do! I love the life we have made, our routine. I adore how you notice the little things about me.” He pumps his fingers twice, then stops. “I love the softness in your voice when you say name.” He softly rubs your clit and slowly pumps his fingers, stroking your sweet spot.

He purses his lips and looks at his side table whilst admitting, “I supposed I never outright asked you.” The passionate, hungry intensity in his dark brown eyes is exciting. Suguru glides his fingers out smirking when you whine.

Dipping his head watching your soft hole clenching nothing. “This is also too much fun. I’ll take any chance I get to fuck into your head that you’re mine.” Teasing you with a small swirl of his thumb.

“Please!” Wiggling your hips trying to slips his thumb in, Suguru pulls away. Leaving you on the edge of the bed with your legs spread and your cunt yearning to stimulation.

Opening the bottom bedside drawer pulling out a long black box. Taking out a necklace whilst walking around the bed, standing in front of it. There is a S dangling from a thin chain.

He softly smiles, “Do you wanna be with me?” He unfastens the clasp holding the necklace open.

You stand up on his bed “Yes!” Wrapping your arms around him. Suguru bites the second his head gets near your chest. You cunt clenches from the sweet pain.

Slipping your hand into Suguru’s soft hair, softly tugging making him groan and bucks his hips. “Sit down for me mama lemma slip this on you before I rearrange your guts.” You kneel close to the edge of the bed.

Suguru carefully puts the necklace on you. He softly kisses the top of your head. You insist, “I need to get you something, or do something for you.” He grabs your throat pinning you to the bed, slapping your soft cunt.

“How about you take my cock like a good slut?” He grabs his cock, lining himself up. Giving your neck a tighter squeeze before letting go. He leans back to watch your soft tight cunt stretch for his thick cockhead.

He grabs your thighs, pinning you in a mating press. Groaning as he glides his thick head in and out. Watching the soft ridge of his cock head tug on your soft cunt. “Such a pretty little cunt, love see her stretch nm grip my cock like she doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You plea, “Please lemme feel the rest of you. Wanna feel all of your cock! Daddy please!” He roughly rocks his hips forward, giving you all of his thick veiny cock.

Suguru doesn’t move his hard cock, stroking your clit. Groaning when you clench him. He croons, “Daddy what? I’m letting you feel all of my cock what else doesn’t my pretty little slut need?”

Begging Suguru, “Daddy please fuck me! Fuck your slut into a stupid mess! Wanna be your beautiful spoiled cocky sleeve. Please fuck me however you want!” He grabs your hips, lifting your lower half off the bed.

Using his firm grasp to help you meet his rough thrusts. His hips slapping yours. The bed softly rocking, his heavy wooden headboard tapping the wall. “Nnn fuck fuck fuck! Gonna breed ya? Ya want that? Ya wanna be pretty little cum filled whore?” Your cunt spams around his cunt.

His hard cock stroking, stretching and hitting your cunt perfectly. Sweet intense pleasure makes it hard to think. Why should you bother when you can mindlessly take Suguru’s fat cock?

“Nnnnn! Hhhhnnn! Mmm fuckkkk! Feelsgoodfeelsnnn!” You grab the bedsheets. Unable to think about anything else but how good his cock feels in your cunt. Nothing else matters but your boyfriend’s large hands, thick cock, sweet groans, and the way he is admiring you.

Suguru croons, “Are ya my mindless cock hungry slut? Mmm? Want me to bully your soft tight cunt?” Keeping his pace the same and fucking his cock into you hard.

You muster the words to answer Suguru beyond, “Daddy! Daddy! Nnn! Bully the brat outta me!” Suguru leans over you, grabbing your neck to lift you off the bed. You feel so small in his grasp, so perfectly helpless to do anything but take his cock.

Bouncing you faster on his thick cock, his moans getting louder, breathier. “Sofuckingood wanna cum in your soft cunt! Been thinking about it all I’ve been able to think about since I saw you flirting with him. I should’ve fucked in ya in the bathroom then sent you back over with my cum leaking out.” Your cunt clenches.

Suguru smirks, “Of course a slut like you would like that. You’re daddy’s little slut, remember that.”

You’re getting on his possessiveness and manhandling. Grabbing his thick hard biceps, digging in your nails when he flexes. “Daddy’s so big!” Your words trigger something within Suguru.

Without gliding his cock out he flips you over pinning you to the bed. With your ass arched in the air and a firm grasp on your hair, keeping your face out of the pillow.

Using his weight to keep you from wiggling away from him mercilessly. “Gonna fuck my cum into you, don’t wanna stop. Wanna keep fucking my big cock into your sweet cunt.” You can feel his cock’s veins pulse as he’s getting closer.

His balls are slapping your clit with each rough thrust. Your ass clapping, your soaking wet cunt squelching.

You love how whiny Suguru is the closer he is. The way his body shivers on top of you, his rough smooth pace momentarily faltering. He whines, “What am I?”

Slipping your fingers into Suguru’s soft dark hair. “Daddy! Mine! Daddy! You’re too much! Too much! Too good. Please cum!” He yanks your head to the side, hunching over to bite your throat.

Warm thick cum trickles and spurts into your soft cunt. Your cunt spasms then gush, thick slick trickling down your thighs. Suguru groans, his pace sloppy and rough.

There is something so carnal about Suguru biting your keep whilst firmly pinning you down to fuck his cum into. You want more, more of his thick cock and warm cum.

You whine, grinding your hips when he falters and stops. “Suguru!” He rolls over with you on top. Keeping his cum deep in you with his cock.

Right away you take the chance, grabbing his thick thighs, lifting your hips, and bouncing on Suguru’s cock. Moaning, trembling, toes curling. Getting off on using his cock like a dildo. Whilst knowing your soft tight cunt is overwhelming him with each stroke.

Leaning forward giving him a good view of your soft cunt taking his cock. His thick cum trickles out of your cunt and coats his thick cock. “Can’t get over how deep your fat cock is. It’s stuffing your cum in so deep!”

Looking over your shoulder to see Suguru. “Thought you were gonna teach my slutty ass a lesson?” Suguru smirks then sucks on two thick fingers. Your cunt clenches when he touches your asshole. Smearing his spit then gliding both fingers in.

He stretches his fingers apart spreading your asshole. Your pace falters, he isn’t moving his fingers. “Teach you what? That you’re such a desperate whore. I think ya know that with how you’re bouncing on my thick cock like it’s all you can think about.” Slowly fucking his fingers into your soft ass.

“Go on mama tire your little pretty bratty ass out. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck ya when your legs get too tired.”

Oreo m.list

5K notes · View notes

heartfullofleeches · 7 months

Text

Clown Reader's biggest fans-

Interviews have never been easy- When you're on set the camera just disappear, but surrounded by all these blistering lights you feel singled out. It's different from being the center of attention and more like you're in the middle of an interrogation.

The interviewer checks through their notes. "Now, Y/n - While doing some research into your show, our team happened to notice there are three reserved seats in the crowd at all given times, but nobody ever sits in them. Who are they for?"

Your relief is palpable. At least they were starting off with simple questions. "Oh! They're for Bebe, Grinny, and Charlie."

The interviewer scans through the papers, brows raised. "Grinny?"

"They're my friends. My starting crew if that makes things easier, but they mean so much more than that. When I was began my career as a entertainer they were the ones I brought with me to help with the kids. They're a bit worn out now and a little scary to the little tikes so the producers wouldn't let them join me on the show, but it's not like I'd just leave them behind."

"Uh-huh.... Go on?"

"Bebe is the jokester of the group. She's this clown doll I got as a yard sale with stretchy arms and legs. She gives the best hugs and always knows how to make me laugh when I'm down. I still get my best material from her. Grinny is a bit of crybaby. He's a puppet with the biggest smile, but don't let that fool you. He taught me and the kids it's okay to not to not always feel happy. Charlie.... Charlie is my guardian angel. They've always watched over me and been my voice of reason. They're a mannequin I glued wings and a bunch of eyes on when I was bored. I don't know where I'd be without any of them. We've been through thick and thin, and thinner together. It"s save to say they're my biggest fans...."

You slap your hands over your mouth. "Ah! Please don't release that part. I'd hate for the kids to get jealous, haha!"

"We'll cut it out in editing. Thank you, Y/n. We'll take five to let you get some air."

"Alright." Excusing yourself from the table, you walk over to the opposite side of the stage - stepping behind the curtains leading to the dressing rooms. The door to your room is slightly ajars - large button eyes peaking from the crack.

"Bebe!" Rushing over, the large doll falls into your arms as you swig the door open. Her arms rest over your shoulders as you support her weight - sewn lips pressed to your cheek. Laughter erupts from your chest as you attempt to push her back into the room only for her to fall right back into your arms.

"I missed you too, but at least let me get through the door first. Were you eavesdropping again?" The doll doesn't answer as you scoop your arms beneath her legs and carry her inside. The camera crew had been known to move your dolls around to mess with you before so her off placement doesn't surprise you. You carry her over to the couch where Grinny laid on the pillow you always used for your naps. He never faired well without you so it was the best thing for him. Charlie was always off on their own. Bebe does get on their nerves, but you know it's because they miss you too and want to be alone with their feelings. You wheel the mannequin from beside your dresser and over to the couch as you then crawl upon in between the doll and the puppet.

"Thanks for always being here for me, guys. I owe it all to you. Please wake me up in five minutes, Charlie."

You close your eyes as you rest your head on the cushion of Bebe's soft body - a plush hand stroking through your hair as you drift off to sleep.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #clown reader #yandere drabble #soft yandere

461 notes · View notes

lvrdrafts · 11 months

Text

Guess my Lover Was A Snake

Summary : Bucky get a anonymous photo sent to him which shows you cheating on him

Bucky entered their shared apartment, his face etched with anguish. In his trembling hands, he clutched the manipulated photo that had fueled his doubts. Y/N looked up, noticing the distress in his eyes.

"Bucky, what's wrong?" Y/N asked, concern lacing their voice.

Bucky's voice was strained as he held out the photo, his voice barely above a whisper. "Explain this, Y/N. Is this not proof enough of your betrayal?"

Y/N's eyes widened as they examined the photo, their mind racing to find an explanation. "Bucky, please listen. This photo is fake. It's a setup. Someone is trying to tear us apart."

Bucky's frustration boiled over, his voice rising in anger. "Don't lie to me, Y/N! How can you expect me to believe you when everything points to your betrayal? I trusted you, and you've shattered that trust!"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they desperately tried to reason with him. "Bucky, I would never cheat on you. I love you. Can't you see? This is a malicious attempt to destroy what we have."

Bucky's voice dripped with bitterness as he lashed out, unable to control his anger. "You expect me to believe some wild story? You've always been good at playing the innocent, haven't you?"

Y/N's voice cracked as they fought back tears. "I'm not playing anything, Bucky. I'm trying to tell you the truth. I thought you knew me better than this."

Bucky's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with accusation. "Maybe I don't know you as well as I thought. Maybe there have been secrets all along."

Y/N's heart shattered, their voice trembling with hurt. "How can you say that? You were my everything, Bucky. I trusted you with all my heart, and now you're accusing me without even giving me a chance to defend myself."

Bucky's voice turned cold and dismissive. "I've heard enough. Pack your things, Y/N. I don't want to see your face anymore. We're done."

Y/N's breath hitched, tears streaming down their face as they gathered their belongings, their voice choked with emotion. "After all we've been through, after standing by you for five years, you think I would betray you? How could you believe such a lie?"

But Bucky's anger consumed him, his voice laced with bitterness and accusation. "You're a liar! Get out! I don't want you here."

In a whirlwind of pain and confusion, Y/N was pushed out with their belongings, the door slamming shut behind them. They were left alone in the darkness, their heart shattered and their love discarded.

In the quiet solitude of the empty apartment, Bucky Barnes found himself engulfed in a whirlwind of remorse and regret. The weight of his actions settled upon him, causing his heart to ache with a profound sadness. He couldn't shake off the nagging doubts that crept into his mind, questioning the validity of his own judgment.

As he glanced around the silent space, his eyes were drawn to the remnants of an unfinished meal that had been lovingly prepared by Y/N. It was a painful reminder of the affection and care they had poured into their relationship. The scent of the dish still lingered in the air, a bittersweet fragrance that tugged at Bucky's senses.

A profound pang of sorrow coursed through Bucky as he contemplated the accusations he had hurled at Y/N, fueled by anger and mistrust. He wondered if he had acted impulsively, allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment. The doubt gnawed at him, threatening to consume him entirely.

The untouched meal before him became a symbol of what he had lost—precious moments shared with someone who had stood by his side through thick and thin. Regret weighed heavily upon Bucky's heart as he acknowledged the possibility that he may have pushed away the very person who loved him unconditionally, someone who would never dream of betraying him.

With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his remorse, Bucky approached the table, drawn to the unfinished dish like a moth to a flame. The aroma enveloped him, triggering a sense of longing and nostalgia. He couldn't deny the significance of the affectionate gesture Y/N had made in preparing his favorite meal.

A tidal wave of guilt crashed over Bucky, washing away any remnants of stubborn pride that had clouded his judgment. The truth of Y/N's innocence began to seep into his consciousness, challenging the foundation of his doubts. He wondered if he had allowed his insecurities and fears to blind him, destroying the fragile bond they had built.

Bucky picked up the phone, his hands trembling as he dialed Y/N's number, ready to admit his error and seek forgiveness. But he thought of the photo again and he knew he wasn't good enough for you so it made sense if you cheated.

#bucky x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader angst #winter soldier x reader angst #bucky barnes cheating #bucky barnes x reader

460 notes · View notes

piastree · 4 months

Text

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

— Part 4

Previous Part

Summary: When things aren't going well, Y/N takes a break for a while and redirects her focus to other things, spending more time with Oscar and her friends. Y/N's friends and Oscar consistently support her, ensuring Y/N is okay, even though she often insists she's fine. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

oscarpiastri added a story

landonorris are u proposing mate? oscarpiastri yeah mate, proposing to decide who pays the bill

yourbff

tagged yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, user and 29,112 others

yourbff Through thick and thin, we've been laughing side by side for ten fantastic years. Wishing you endless happiness❤️

view comments

user friendship goalsss

user they are so PRETTYYYY

user both of you are not only stunning but also funny😂

oscarpiastri reserving my spot for the next decade😁

yourbff you're claiming to be one of my best friend spot now? i'll ask y/n first for the approval

lilymhe

liked by oscarpiastri, alexalbon, carmenmmundt and 29,112 others

lilymhe nature therapy🍃💖

view comments

user lily with y/n?????

user lol y/n just casually third-wheeling Lily and Alex😂

user mother, father and their daughter

user isn't y/n outfit too fancy for hiking??😂

lilymhe she thought we were just joking about going hiking😭

alexalbon y/n seemed a bit lost without oscar

oscarpiastri well, she loves being a dork

user MOTHER SLAYING AS USUAL😍

user Y/N is literally everywhere but not on her own Instagram :(

user yeah but we love seeing how people around her being so supportive

f1updates

liked by user, user, and 25,865 others

f1updates oscar was seen at a karting track with the young karteers yesterday

view comments

user finally we got new pics of oscar!!

user it's cute seeing the interaction between the kids and oscar

user AH OSCAR I MISS U POOKIE

user this is so lovely<3

user no y/n?

user i guess y/n isn't kind of wags who sticks to her partner all the time🤷‍♀️

user agreed, i've seen her at races only a few times

user when she doesn't need him anymore, she throws him under the bus

user lol wdym she just know what she should prioritize. Even oscar himself said she has her own life

imessage

f1wags

liked by user, user, and 10,901 others

f1wags After a brief hiatus from social media, y/n makes a cameo on her friend's IG Live today! In today's live, she spilled the beans on some questions about her christmas holiday in Australia and the short getaway in Japan with Oscar. She couldn't help but gush about the incredible experience—her first time in Australia. Oscar played the perfect tour guide, showing her around his hometown and introducing her to his family. He also told us about their short getaway in Japan. Y/N explained that they haven't seen each other for more than two weeks as Oscar is already back to work—busy with meetings, simulator sessions, and prepping for the upcoming F1 season at the McLaren Technology Centre, and she have to return to her work and projects too.

And can we just say, we're glad the couple is still in good terms after the recent not-so-great rumors?

view comments

user OMG, missed seeing you around, Y/N!

user she's talking about christmas in australia and their japan getaway? I need all the details!!

user she said they went to kyoto, disneyland, tried some street foods and traditional tea ceremony🥺

user i'm so happy y/n and oscar are still going strong and just ignore the haters and rumour

user their holiday stories are giving me major FOMO

user you radiate beauty and glow when you are unproblematic<3

twitter

yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, yourbff and 102,999 others

yourusername in 2023, my journey went from ginger to black, mirroring the different stages of my life. It's like a colorful map of my growth and transformation, representing the beautiful journey i've had. Grateful for the lessons, the love, and the incredible people i met along the way❤️

view comments

yourbff always proud of you!!❤️

user you're the sweetest, y/n! please always be happy❤️

landonorris what's wrong with the last photo?

yourusername my reaction when u got pole in Brazil

landonorris really?

yourusername whatever makes u happy🤗

user wish you nothing but the best, y/n❤️

user caption on point💯

yourusername

tagged oscarpiastri

liked by lilymhe, oscarpiastri, carmenmmundt and 29,954 others

yourusername same with me again next year?

view comments

user would be funny if oscar reacted with no

yourusername DON'T GIVE HIM IDEA

oscarpiastri i'll take that as reference thankyou😁

user adopt me

user the second pic is adorable😭

user this is the cutest photodump ever omfg

lilymhe ❤️❤️

yourusername love u mother, xo

oscarpiastri ready for another journey with me?

yourusername 💑💯

notes: honestly, i really want to put some conflict but i dunnoooo i can't bring myself to do it because i love them so much<///3 i dont want to mess with their lovey-dovey bickering dynamic:((( Maybe in the next part, I'll toss in some drama to keep things interesting hahaha lol. Thankyou for reading this chapter and hope u like it. Anyways, what do you think so far? Share your thoughts and let's have a chitchat with me<3

taglist: @fall-bambi @minkyungseokie @neoivy1

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri au #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #oscar piastri smau

279 notes · View notes

detydia · 7 months

Text

Imagine Dean Winchester x You

Dean writes a love letter for your birthday.

Hey there, Birthday Girl,

Well, look who's a year older and still lookin' good. I guess you're stuck with me for another year. Lucky you, huh?

I ain't much for fancy words or flowery stuff, so I'm just gonna lay it out straight. You mean the world to me. You've been there through the thick and thin, the good hunts and the really ugly ones, and let's not forget the times when we've run out of pie. You've stuck by my side, and that's not something I take lightly.

You know, I used to think I had this whole hunting thing figured out. But you showed me there's more to life than just saving people and hunting things. You've shown me what it's like to have someone who's got your back, no matter what. Someone who can make you smile even when the world's falling apart. Someone who can make a lousy motel room feel like home.

You've got this way of being strong and soft at the same time. You're tough as nails out there in the field, but when it's just the two of us, you're like a warm, comforting hug. I've seen you face down demons, monsters, and things that go bump in the night, and you do it all with this fire in your eyes that makes me proud to stand beside you.

And speaking of proud, I've watched you grow and kick some serious monster butt. You're not just a sidekick on this crazy ride. You're every bit a badass in your own right. You've saved my bacon more times than I can count, and I don't know what I'd do without you.

I know I don't say it enough, but I love you, Y/N. I love your passion for the things that matter, like the thrill of the hunt and the perfect classic rock tune on the radio. I love the way you laugh, and how you can make me laugh even when things look bleak. I love your relentless curiosity, the way you dive headfirst into research, even if it's on some obscure supernatural creature. And I love how you put up with my quirks, like my obsession with my baby (the Impala, not an actual baby), my pie addiction, and my inability to use the right grammar sometimes.

So, on this special day, I want to wish you a happy birthday, Y/N. May your year be filled with more badass hunts, plenty of classic rock, and, of course, some well-deserved kisses from me. You deserve all the good things in life, and I'm gonna do my damnedest to make sure you get 'em.

Here's to many more birthdays together, partner.

Yours forever (whether you like it or not),

Dean

#dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #fluff #supernatural dean #dean fluff #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x reader fluff #spn #supernatural

207 notes · View notes

songbirdseung · 8 months

Text

jealous / en- maknae line

Sunoo

You and Sunoo were enjoying a beautiful day out on a date, exploring a charming outdoor market filled with colorful stalls and enticing aromas. The sun was shining, and laughter filled the air as you strolled hand in hand, savoring each other's company.

After browsing through a few stalls, you suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. You excused yourself, giving Sunoo a quick peck on the cheek, and made your way to the nearby restroom.

As you returned from the bathroom, you couldn't help but notice Sunoo engaged in conversation with a girl. She had a friendly smile and seemed to be sharing a joke with him. Your steps slowed as a pang of jealousy washed over you. You knew Sunoo was a friendly person, but the way they were laughing together made your heart flutter with unease.

You decided to hang back, not wanting to intrude on their conversation. Instead, you pretended to be interested in a nearby stall, even though your thoughts were focused on Sunoo and the girl. Your face adopted a sulky expression, though you tried to hide your jealousy as best as you could.

Finally, the girl excused herself and walked away. Sunoo turned around and saw you standing there with that pouty expression on your face. His eyes widened, and he immediately recognized the subtle signs of your jealousy.

He rushed over to you, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, gently taking your hand.

You huffed slightly, avoiding eye contact. "Oh, nothing. I just thought I saw something interesting at that stall."

Sunoo sighed softly, knowing you were trying to hide your feelings. "Y/N, you know you can tell me anything, right? If something's bothering you, I want to know."

You finally looked up at him, and your guard began to crumble. "I know, Sunoo. It's just… I got a little jealous when I saw you talking to that girl. I know it's silly, but…"

Sunoo's lips curled into a warm smile as he cupped your cheek. "Hey, you have nothing to worry about. That was just a friendly conversation. You're the one I want to spend my time with, and you're the one I'm crazy about."

Jungwon

One day, as you two were sitting in your favorite café, sipping on coffee and catching up on life, Jungwon couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Y/N," he began, studying your face intently, "there's something different about you lately. What's going on?"

You looked at him, a mixture of emotions flashing across your face. You had been debating whether to tell him or not, but your friendship had always been built on honesty. "Well, there's this guy," you started cautiously, "I've been meeting and talking to him. And, Jungwon, I think I'm starting to really like him."

Jungwon's expression shifted, and you noticed a flicker of something you couldn't quite place. "A guy, huh?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of something else.

You nodded, feeling a bit uneasy. "Yeah, we've been spending some time together, and I just… I don't know, Jungwon, but it feels different, you know?"

Jungwon's jaw tightened slightly as he took in your words. He had always been there for you, supporting you through thick and thin. The idea of someone else making you happy and filling a void in your heart made him feel something he couldn't quite put into words—jealousy.

Unable to contain his feelings any longer, Jungwon cleared his throat and looked deep into your eyes. "Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant, "there's something I need to tell you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the seriousness in his gaze. "What is it, Jungwon?"

Taking a deep breath, Jungwon confessed, "I can't keep this to myself any longer. Y/N, I've liked you for a long time, more than just a friend."

Your eyes widened, your heart racing as his words sunk in. The realization that Jungwon, your best friend, had been harboring romantic feelings for you left you stunned.

You had never expected this, and the mix of emotions was overwhelming. Part of you felt guilty for not realizing his feelings earlier, and another part was surprised by the depth of your own emotions.

Jungwon reached out and gently held your hand, his eyes filled with vulnerability. "I know it's complicated, and I don't want to pressure you. But, Y/N, I needed you to know how I feel."

Ni-Ki

Ni-ki walked into your room, he was in for quite the surprise. There you were, engrossed in the game, but you weren't playing it with him. Instead, you were deep into a gaming session with Jake.

Ni-ki's eyes narrowed as he watched you and Jake strategize and laugh together. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, and he certainly wasn't subtle about it.

Later in the day, after Jake goes home, Ni-Ki finally taks to you. "Seriously, Y/N?" he whined, pouting like an adorable child. "You're playing without me, and with Jake of all people?"

You chuckled at his reaction, finding his jealousy oddly endearing. "Aw, come on, Ni-ki. It's just for today. Jake and I wanted to spend some time gaming together."

Ni-ki crossed his arms, his lower lip sticking out in a playful sulk. "But we always play together. You're supposed to be my gaming buddy!"

You couldn't help but tease him further. "Oh, are you jealous, Ni-ki? It's not like I'm replacing you or anything."

Ni-ki huffed and flopped onto your bed, burying his face in your pillow. "Maybe I am a little jealous," he mumbled.

You set the controller down and joined him on the bed, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You're such a cute little gamer. Don't worry; we'll play together next time. And besides, Jake is pretty good at this game, so he's teaching me some cool tricks."

Ni-ki peeked out from under the pillow, his pout slowly turning into a mischievous grin. "Oh, really? Well, then I guess I'll have to step up my game and show you some tricks you've never seen before."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #yang jungwon #jungwon #kim sunoo #sunoo #niki #riki #niki nishimura #enha maknae #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha fluff

166 notes · View notes

alastxrs · 29 days

Note

Greetings, it's the person who asked who you would write to again!! Now that I have your confirmation, could I request a male reader when they are childhood friends with Dottore or Capitano (you can pick one of these two since I’m pretty indecisive lol) where reader is a sunshine sweetheart and the other is grumpy, quiet type, as they found reader annoying at first but still stick around since reader is their only friend, later they became boyfriends!! But then, reader gets into an accident that traumatizes them so the positive aura is no longer as their grumpy partner finally gets to see them again after many years apart and tries their best to get reader healed from their wounds again :]

I tried to be as descriptive as possible, and I hope you have a fantastic day!!

𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.

El Capitano hasn't seen great sunshine in someone for so long.

The only person he saw as the Sun was Y/N, his lover and childhood best friend who had stayed by his side for so long.

"Why are you still following me?!" Capitano frowned while looking at the smaller boy who just smiled at him.

The boy shrugged, "You seem lonely, I want to be friends with you!" he responded before he held his hand out. "My name is Y/N and I'm gonna be the one to stay by your side."

This kid was annoying but he would just suffer through it. Besides, having someone around was nice.

Capitano and Y/N were inseparable as children after that, their bond forged through endless adventures and mischief. From the moment they met, they knew they were kindred spirits, destined to be the best of friends which had slowly turned into lovers.

As youngsters, they spent their days exploring the winding streets and hidden alleyways of their hometown, their imaginations running wild as they embarked on countless adventures. Whether they were pretending to be pirates searching for buried treasure or daring knights rescuing damsels in distress, Capitano and Y/N were always at the center of the action.

Their friendship was built on a foundation of trust and loyalty, each one willing to go to great lengths to protect the other. They stood by each other through thick and thin, facing whatever challenges came their way with courage and determination.

But it wasn't just their adventures that brought them together; it was also their shared love of laughter and fun. Y/n was known for his infectious grin and mischievous twinkle in his eye, while Capitano had a knack for finding humor in even the most mundane situations.

Together, they were unstoppable, their laughter ringing out like music wherever they went.

The only person who can ever make him laugh.

As they grew older, their bond only grew stronger, transcending time and distance. No matter where life took them, they would always be the best of friends, forever united by the memories of their childhood adventures and the unbreakable bond they shared.

Y/N was his sunshine.

Capitano and Y/N stood under the shade of their favorite tree, the branches swaying gently in the warm breeze as they looked out over the rolling hills beyond. They had been friends for as long as they could remember and lovers for a year now, their bond stronger than anything they had ever known.

As they watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky, Y/N turned to Capitano with a soft smile. "Do you remember when we first met?" the (h/c) haired male asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Capitano chuckled, a fond look in his eyes. "How could I forget? You were the one who dared me to climb to the top of that tree," he replied, gesturing to the towering oak behind them. "And when I fell, you were the one who bandaged up my scraped knee."

Y/N smiled at the memory, reaching out to gently squeeze Capitano's hand. "We've been through so much together," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "And no matter what happens, I want us to always stay together."

Capitano nodded, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I promise," he said, his voice soft but firm. "No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other. We're a team, you and me, forever and always."

With that, they sealed their promise with a solemn handshake and a kiss, their hearts filled with the certainty that their relationship would withstand the test of time. And as they stood side by side, watching the sun dip below the horizon, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as they had always done.

Yet, of course, the times changed.

The sunshine in someone can get destroyed when life decides that those with sun in them need to get destroyed.

Capitano wished he had been there to save his lover; the only person who supported him for becoming a fatui.

Except he couldn't even save him.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He rushed over to his fallen lover and he quickly took his mask off before he kneeled in front of his partner. Who had beaten his lover? There was not anyone around who would dare touch him knowing who the fatui member was.

His (E/C) colored eyes opened to stare at the bigger male, his lover usually smiled whenever he came home.

Now only stood a painful sad look on the smaller male's face.

Y/N leaned into his lover as he sighed, "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough...I promise I'll get stronger." he spoke softly.

That had been the last time he saw his partner and of course the grumpy man missed his sunshine lover with all of his heart, he just needed to give space and he knew Y/N would come back to him.

The (h/c) haired man would come back stronger.

He did leave his smaller lover with a few things while he would be gone and he would stay in the frozen wasteland.

Capitano closed his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee slowly starting to doze off. He could only let his guard down when he felt safe or was with his partner, those days were rare.

It was boring without his sunshine.

They wrote to each other everyday but it wasn't the same as when they were together, he hoped the other person came back soon.

And just as he started thinking about Y/N, hands were on his shoulders gently rubbing them.

Of course, he thought it was his imagination because some days he dreamed of his partner next to him but the other usually never spoke.

"Missed me that badly enough that you still think I'm not here?"

That made his eyes widen and he quickly turned around to see the smaller male who smiled a bit at him. His heart was racing as he reached and gently caressed the other's cheek.

Y/N leaned into the giant hand as he moved one hand on top of his. "Yes, I'm actually here." he hummed as he looked at him. "I won't leave you that long again I promise."

Capitano still couldn't find his voice as he was lost in thought for a second.

Yet, of course, his lover was patient with him.

Finally, he leaned forward to kiss the other man on the lips and pulled the shorter man closer to him to keep him close. Y/N kissed back and wrapped his around the bigger man's neck as they pressed against each other.

It lead to them going to the bedroom and for them to throw clothes off of them.

Years without intimacy was fine for the two yet they just craved feeling each other's skin against each others.

They didn't care about having sex and that was not something they were going to jump straight into. They just wanted to feel the scars that were placed on each other's body, show each other bodies gentle touching and care.

Nobody was to disturb them.

They wanted time alone and that was fine.

Capitano would take care of Y/N for as long as possible.

For he had his Sunshine back.

#genshin impact #x male reader #capitano #capitano x reader #capitano x male reader #no smut #there is gentle touching #traveler #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader

91 notes · View notes

yelenasdiary · 9 months

Note

“Ever wonder if the world would be better without you…?” With wanda Maximoff x reader pretty please

-🐚

Drunken Thoughts

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: After another one of Tony’s parties and a few drinks later, you found yourself letting a thought slip to your closest friend.

AC: Thank you for sending this, I hope you enjoy & I also hope it’s okay I made this a platonic fic! X

The night was finally over, another one of Tony's parties with a little too much socializing and pretending to listen to topics that you could care less about. Wanda was sitting on the sofa in the compounds living room when you entered the room finishing off your drink and placing the empty glass in the skin.

"Y/n, come over here" Wanda smiled softly. She noticed over the last few weeks that you've been a little distant and off with everything and she couldn't help but keep a close eye on you. Wandering over to her, you slumped yourself down next to her and placed your head on her shoulder. "What's on your mind?" she asked.

"Nothing" you replied in a soft tone, but Wanda already knew that was a lie and you knew better than to lie to a mind reader.

"Shall we try that again?" Wanda placed a hand on your knee as you sighed. "I don't know…do you ever just, you know?" you spoke. Wanda shook her head, "ever just what?" she questioned.

"Ever wonder if the world would be better without you…?" You looked up at her. Wanda turned to you while you lifted your head off her shoulder, "what's this about?" She asked.

"I just, I don't know…. lately I've been thinking about a world without me and if I'm being honest….it seems the world would be fine. Nothing would change and I'm not sure why I even stay" you explained, letting your built-up thoughts spill. Wanda listened carefully, hurting on the inside knowing that her friend was feeling so low.

"You're wrong about all of that, you know that, right?" She broke the silence, "you mean a lot more to the world than you see. You're apart of this family and every single time you go in a mission, you're changing the world. I know being an Avenger isn't easy and it has its cons but look at the pros. Look at the good we've done, how many people we have saved but most importantly, look at how many people you've saved" she added while looking into your eyes hoping her words were sinking in.

"Yeah, I help save people I've never met before, and I'll never know them. Once upon a time I felt amazing that I was helping people in such a way but now? It's nothing new" you replied with a sigh.

"Did you know that you're the glue that holds all of us together? You're the one who is able to make us smile on the darkest days, the one who lets us know you're always there for us not matter what time or where we are. While you think the world better without, my world would not be better and I can promise you that everybody else would agree with me" Wanda replies with a stern voice that was full of comfort.

Her words took you back for a moment, were you so foolish to actually think that nobody would think twice if you left this earth for the afterlife? Through all the dark thoughts you'd been having, it was near impossible. Every time you thought of something positive the little voice in your head came up with a way to make you believe that the world would be better off without you, that you meant nothing and nobody around you truly cared.

But here you were, sitting in front of your best friend who was on the edge of tears hoping her words got through to you, even if it was just for a moment. You knew leaving her would break her and suddenly you began to think about the others and how Wanda was right, their world would not be better without you. They are your family, the only family you truly knew and as much as you'd been there for them through thick and thin, they were there for you.

Even though your mind told you they didn't care, you didn't see how they made sure you were hydrated and eating, making sure you still went to training and not saying a word if you weren't giving it your all, offering to run small errands for you and still inviting you to things even if they knew you'd say no. The small things they did for you showed you just how much you truly mattered to the team.

Then, suddenly, it hit you, the party Tony threw was for you. A fundraiser to help wildlife in need of serious help. If you had of noticed this detail earlier, maybe you wouldn't have tried to drown your thoughts with the free alcohol that went straight onto Tony's tab.

"I h-honestly didn't think of things like that" you replied, tears of your own filling your eyes. Wanda pulled you in for a tight hug, "I know sweetheart but it's okay. Our thoughts can get the best of us sometimes but you're so much stronger than you think, I wish you'd come to me when things start to get bad. I never want you to feel like you're alone, ever!" She speaks as she rubs your back, letting you cry into her arms.

It was then that you knew that you'd make a change and you knew that your family would always be there for you, no matter what.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel

216 notes · View notes

leafjoon · 5 months

Text

Between the Lines - pt. I

tbhc!alex x reader this chapter is bascially a slow burn, fluffy vibe charged w some sexual tension between the reader who is in college n our beloved alix who becomes her editor. warnings: age gap, alex is 33, reader is in her 20's, cursing, alcohol.

In the heart of the university campus, a quaint café served as a haven for students. Seated at a cozy corner table Y/N and her best friend, Sophie, found comfort in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of hushed conversations.

The soft glow of pendant lights cast a warm ambiance over mismatched wooden furniture, creating a warm atmosphere. Amidst the rustling of students immersed in textbooks and the distant murmur of espresso machines, Y/N and Sophie navigated the labyrinth of academia.

"Ugh, I suck," you groaned, holding your English lit paper in your hands.

"You don't," said Sophia.

"I got a C, Soph."

"Didn’t you do this on three hours of sleep?" she looked at you.

"Yeah," you grumbled.

"You'll do better next time."

"Ugh. I know. It's just such a blow to my confidence," you said, sipping on your ginger tea.

"I know. But this grade doesn't determine your skills. You're great at writing," she said, swirling her spoon in her iced coffee.

"Well. That's debatable," you replied.

She glared at you.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop talking shit about myself," you rolled your eyes.

"Good." She said pleased with your answer.

You scanned the coffee shop and saw students going about their normal routines. Some of them were hurrying to get to their lectures on time. Others were lazing around in their seats, talking to their friends. Chatter filled the room as you let out a stressed out sigh. You sulked, not knowing how you were gonna recover from this grade.

"Anyway, as I was telling you. I asked my dad about Mr. Turner. He said you can give him a call and ask him to check out your novel."

"Oh god,” you groaned. “I mean-thank you so much. I don't wanna seem ungrateful, I just-I don't know. It feels awkward showing someone my short novel. If you can even call it that,” you rambled.

"I get it. I get embarrassed when I show my tutor my paintings. And he always has something to say," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Soph, your paintings are incredible. And your guy is good."

"That's true," she said, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

You smiled at her. You loved your best friend. You met in high school and became close friends senior year. You used to spend hours at each other's places, watching shows and mulling over the characters. She was one of the few people who was there for you through thick and thin and you weren't afraid to show your vulnerable side to her, insecurities and all.

"I'll send you his phone number and you can contact him whenever."

"Okay. Will do." You said, scrunching your face.

"If you don't do it, I will.”

"Ugh, I'll do it, I promise."

"I'll hold you to it."

"I can't wait to go out on Friday. I need to get drunk and forget," you groaned.

"Same. We've been too stressed out lately. We need to let loose," Sophie added.

You and Sophie had a tradition. No matter the circumstances you always went out on the weekend. You often drank alcohol at your favorite bar or club and danced until your feet were numb and your hearts were pounding. Then you stumbled to one of your dorms and ate junk food or watched a shitty movie.

Sophie looked down at her phone, her clock reading 1:47 PM.

"Well, I have to run. I have Literary Criticism soon,” she remarked.

"With Mr. spits when he talks?" you replied.

"That's the one," she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

You chuckled. "Good luck."

"I’ll see you later," she leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You, on the other hand, finished your lectures for the day. Your Mondays weren't as rough, consisting of only two lectures in the morning and god, were you thankful for that.

Your eyes darted to your phone screen, after you received a notification from Sophie.

Alexander Turner

+378 09 998 890

Anxiety gnawed at you. You took a deep breath and told yourself It’s fine. He gets paid for this kind of job. He’s probably seen worse writing.

You decided to be brave and text him as there's no way you were calling him.

Hello Mr. Turner. Peter Herring recommended you as an editor. I am currently working on a short novel and I am interested in hiring you. Would you be interested in that? Thank you in advance.

You typed it out, reading it again. You erased the words ‘short novel’ leaving it blank.

"Ugh." You said out loud. You decided to retype it and send it without thinking too much, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were scrolling on your phone, it suddenly started vibrating and a number appeared. It read Mr. Turner.

Oh god. Why the hell is he calling me? Doesn’t this guy know how to text?

You answered your phone hesitantly, bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

"Hi." a low voice spoke.

"Um. Is this Mr. Turner?"

"Yeah. What's your name, love? You didn't introduce yourself," he said in a thick British accent.

"Oh-um, I'm (Y/N)."

"Alright, (Y/N). You're interested in hiring an editor, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Great. How's Wednesday evening work for you? 7pm, my office? We can discuss the details then."

"Um, Wednesday evening? Yeah I'm good with that," you said.

"Alright. I'll send you my address then. Don't forget your novel," he added.

"Yes. Thank you," you sputtered.

And with that he hung up the phone. You stood there bewildered at this phone call. You just agreed to go to this random man's office on a Wednesday. You had no idea he was british. Why didn't Soph tell you he was british?

Well I guess you have an editor now.

In the sanctuary of your dormitory, you and Sophie nestled on your sofa as you found comfort beneath your favorite blanket.

"I had no idea he was british! His accent was so thick Soph. Like, I had never heard it before."

Sophie was laughing at you. "I thought I mentioned it."

"Well you didn't. Nothing could have prepared me for that. He was so swift and straight to the point. Skipped all the usual bullshit."

"Yep, that's Turner for you," she replied.

"How did your dad meet him again?" you inquired.

"Oh, he was his student in college. Mr. Turner lived in London for a few years and then moved here after my dad recommended him for this sort of writing position," she shrugged.

"Huh. That's interesting," you said. "Hey, what does this guy look like?" you asked, your curiosity peaking.

"Hmm. Let me show you his Facebook," she said.

"His Facebook?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"What? He doesn't have Instagram. He's in his 30s." she added.

"Right," you nodded. You got up and sat next to her, both of you staring at her phone. She found his Facebook page and clicked on his photos.

"He's kinda cute," you said, breaking the silence. Sophie chuckled at your reaction. "He’s good looking," she shrugged.

He had big brown eyes and medium length hair that went past his ears, down to the nape of his neck. His beard seemed neat and trimmed.

"Don't get any ideas now," she looked at you, teasing. "I'm not. I want to see how he looks like so I'm not completely blind sided when I get there."

"Anyway," you continued. "Do you wanna sleep over tonight? My roomie's not here."

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'll go grab my stuff," she exclaimed. "Okay," you said in a singsong and slumped down on your sofa, stretching out your legs.

You couldn't help but feel jittery for Wednesday. You let your thoughts wander for a little, wondering what he was like.

The week was passing quickly, and it was finally Wednesday. You were preparing to leave and go to Mr. Turner's place. To say you were a little nervous would be an understatement. Your palms were sweaty, and you weren't sure what you were wearing was appropriate.

You questioned if you looked like you were trying too hard as you opted for baggy brown suit pants and a red shirt with long sleeves.

Ugh. I'm sure he doesn't give a rat's ass about what I'm wearing.

As you put on your big leather jacket and wrapped a black scarf around your neck, the words he spoke echoed in your mind. "Don't forget your novel." As you went back to your room, you made sure to grab your novel and quickly stuffed it into your tote bag as well as your dorm keys. You couldn't help but wonder if any of his clients had ever forgotten theirs.

You decided to take the bus to his office and followed the instructions he texted you.

102 Ave Street. Nr. 32. If you have difficulties finding it, call me.

As you strolled around the neighborhood, you spotted a house with the number 32. You walked past his charming little garden and couldn't help but admire how nicely maintained it was.

Now, standing in front of his door, a mix of excitement and nerves crept over you. Unsure of whether to give a knock or press the doorbell, anticipation filled the air. You decided to knock.

As you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the sound of the door being opened reached your ears. Stepping into the view was a figure of a pale man.

"Uh, hello," you said, extending your hand for him to shake. "Good evening," he said, a slight awkward smile on his face. He glanced down at your hand for a few seconds before finally reaching out to shake it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Turner," you said, maintaining the handshake. "Likewise. Please, come inside and feel at home," he invited you.

"Thank you," you quietly replied as you stepped into his house, though a slight feeling of uncertainty lingered. It almost felt like intruding. "This way to my office," he directed, gesturing towards the left.

"Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea?" he asked. "Uh, tea would be fine. Thanks."

As you walked into his office, you settled into one of the inviting chairs positioned near his desk. Your gaze wandered to the oak wood bookcase that adorned the room, its shelves overflowing with a collection of books. Your eyes were drawn to the carefully placed plants that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. You wondered if anyone else lived in this house, although it seemed empty by the looks of it.

"Here you go," he interrupted your thoughts, setting down a mug with hot tea. "I brought you ginger. I don't know if you like it or not," he said with a serious tone. "Oh, that's my favorite actually," you said, smiling awkwardly.

"Great. Careful, it's hot," he looked at you and gave you a half smile. You blushed a little and brought the mug to your mouth, taking a sip. "So, did you bring your novel?" he said, staring at you.

You tried to speak and swallow at the same time and ended up choking on your drink. You coughed for a few minutes as Alex stared at you, his face laced with concern.

"Erm.." he shifted so he could tap your back. "Try to look up. It should help," he said.

You followed his instructions and looked up at the ceiling, coughing. Your throat seemed to calm down.

"S-sorry," you barely managed to say. "No worries. You alright?"

"Yes," you exhaled and took out the novel, handing it to him, trying to move past the awkward situation. "Thank you," he muttered.

He took your novel and opened it, setting it down on the desk. Your legs were only a few centimeters away from each other. You shifted slightly, not wanting to invade his personal space.

You realized he hadn't asked you to send him your novel and wondered if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you should have asked him about it.

"Um... should I have sent a digital copy of it to you?" you questioned. "No, it's quite alright. I prefer reading it in front of my clients," he said, his gaze not leaving the book.

You felt awkward, to say the least. It wasn’t pleasant having someone read your work right in front of you. Especially when you thought editors usually familiarize themselves with your work beforehand.

You fumbled with your fingers, unsure what to do with yourself. Bringing the hot mug to your lips, you took a few sips. Your eyes wandered around the room and settled on Alex. He looked like he was studying your work, wearing a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

He looked handsome. When a few strands of hair fell on his face, he tucked them behind his ear. You felt your cheeks heat up and looked away before he could catch you staring.

As you anxiously awaited his response, doubts clouded your mind about whether any of the sentences you wrote were coherent. You nervously retrieved your phone from your bag, feeling the clamminess on your palms. However, before you could reach out to a friend, he abruptly spoke up.

“S’good,” he looked up at you nodding. “Really? But you didn’t read that much.." you weren't sure what to say.

“I don’t need to. I can see that it’s straightforward and has a clear direction. It’s a bit wordy though and needs some work.” He added.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. He noticed you slumped a little and found it endearing. He had to remind himself of your age and sensitivity.

“But don’t fret. It’s nothing we can’t fix,” he said, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Right,” you smiled politely. You looked at him for a split-second and then glanced down at your hands.

“Well. I need to read the rest of your novel now. I only wanted to give you a clear picture of what we were gonna do in the upcoming weeks and how this works,” you nodded.

“For now we can meet once every two weeks and then see how your work progresses. Does Wednesday work for you, around this time?” “Uh-yes. I can do that.”

“Perfect. I want to recommend two books for you to read that could help you with your writing. Could you grab “On Writing”, by Stephen King from the bookshelf there?” he pointed to a book with a brown hardcover.

You stood up and spotted the book he was talking about. “This one?” you asked. “Yes. And also the “Bird by Bird” on your left.” You looked around but didn’t see the book he was talking about.

He stood up, approaching you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. His hand reached out just above your head, and a tantalizing scent reached your nose. The subtle blend of cigarette smoke and lavender emerged from his clothing.

“That’s your right,” he said behind you, amused. “Oh, right,” you chuckled awkwardly.

He got back to his desk and handed you the book, your fingers grazing his.

“You don’t need to read these in over a week. This isn’t school,” he chuckled. “But they should help you improve and explore different methods of writing.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turner,” you mumbled. “Oh, feel free to call me Alex,” he said. “Okay. Alex,” you replied.

You felt strange saying his name in such a casual manner. It felt like you were talking to a friend your age, not a 30 something year old accomplished editor and god knows what else.

“Oh uh, how do I pay for this?” “My secretary will contact you for that. The first session was meant for us to get acquainted and make sure that we are a good fit."

“Great,” you said. “Alright.” He looked at you. “Right. Then I’ll be going. Thank you, again. It was nice meeting you,” you mumbled.

“It was nice meeting you too,” he smiled and guided you to the door. You waved goodbye, and exited his house, the cold autumn air surrounding you. Well, now you really have an editor.

Alex didn't expect, well, you. He knew you were younger but god, were you a pretty little thing. His usual clients were a lot older and well, half of them were men.

He tried not to get carried away as his mind swirled with different thoughts about you. He didn't want to be creepy and he never wanted to give you that impression. So he tried his best to be professional.

But you were making it so hard. With your pouty lips and your fumbling hands every time you waited for a response from him. You wore these perfectly fitting tops that hugged your body. Occasionally when you moved around, the fabric would subtly reveal a glimpse of your midriff, making it impossible not to gawk at you. He thought you were simply adorable.

"So, how are your classes going? Anyone giving you trouble?" He asked, genuinely interested. "They're going well," you trailed off, sighing.

"It's one of my professors. I don't think he likes me," you murmured. "Who?" he asked.

"Professor Miller," you slumped a little. "Oh. Well I don't think he likes anyone if that makes you feel any better," you laughed. "No but seriously, what’s the problem?" he asked.

"I have the lowest grade in his class," you said, rolling your eyes, a little embarrassed to admit. "Grades aren't everything (Y/N). I've had my fair share of shitty grades too."

"What if I just suck though?" you asked, finding it unbelievable how comfortable you felt talking to him after knowing him only for a few weeks. "Nah. I would have dropped you by now," he teased you.

You gasped. “I’m only joking. You have a lot of potential,” he said, softly gazing into your eyes.

You smiled, feeling at ease.

"If you want I can help you with your assignments. Give you tips and such. Free of charge," he joked.

Both of you couldn't help but notice that your knees were touching but you felt comfortable staying close.

"Are you sure?" you asked. "Yeah. What else am I gonna do with my time?" he said. "Thanks," you said, feeling like this is beginning to border on inappropriate. But you didn't care.

"How about tomorrow, after your classes, you come by and we can see what we can do."

You nodded. "Okay. Sounds great."

You had entranced him. He knew it was inappropriate. He was your editor, after all. And much older than you. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the idea of any of these college guys having you. You were too good. Too sweet.

He wanted to be the one who owned you. He often imagined what it would be like to graze your delicate skin with his fingers. Make you shiver under his touch. Or how you mouth would feel around his coc-

"I hate writing!" you exclaimed, getting up from his couch and pacing around. You guys had moved from his office to his living room. He wanted you to feel comfortable.

He listened to you intently as you explained what you meant to convey in your latest pages. He could have easily done this over an email, but no, he had to see you. Your low voice, sweet like honey, reached his ears.

You sighed. "I don't know. I feel like I'm losing sight of my story. I have no idea what to do next." You said, biting your lip.

"Maybe you should leave it be," Alex replied.

"Huh?" you questioned.

"Well you've been working really hard at it lately. When was the last time you did something else you were passionate about?"

"I-," you paused, "I don't know," you mumbled, sitting down next to him again.

"See? You need to forget about it for a while. Create some distance."

You mulled over his words. "Is that what you do?"

"Course. Every artist does."

You looked at him like the world hung on his lips.

"Yeah. I can try that," you said, a worried expression on your face.

"No," he laughed. "Don't take this as another assignment. I mean really forget about it. Do something that doesn't make you think about writing."

You thought about it for a while and asked "Like what?"

He hesitated. "Well." Fuck it, he thought. "I have two tickets to the theater tonight," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "One of my friends canceled on me and you can join me if you want.”

His gaze met yours as you registered what he asked you. He looked at you, biting his lip, worrying if he had been too forward.

"What's the play about?" you asked, caving in. He tried to contain his smile and continued "It's ballet. The last swan lake."

"Oh, I've always wanted to see that," you said. "Great. We can meet in front of the theater at 7:30. That alright?" he asked.

"Yeah. Sounds good," you replied, trying to contain your enthusiasm. "I'll see you later then."

As you were getting ready in your small bathroom, you couldn't help but feel nervous about tonight, butterflies swirling in your stomach. We can meet for a drink beforehand, if you want. My treat. He told you a few hours ago, wearing a shy smile.

You had reluctantly agreed. You wanted to spend time with him so badly but you felt like you were doing something wrong. You hadn’t even told Sophie yet.

You got dressed, slipping on your silky tights past your legs. You decided to wear a delicate black dress with long sleeves that exposed your plush thighs. Pairing it with your leather jacket and your red scarf, you slung your small handbag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave.

You decided to take your earphones with you and listen to music to calm your nerves.

When you arrived at the charming bar he had picked, you flung the door open and entered. lThe cozy ambience enveloped you as you stepped inside, a welcoming contrast to the crisp evening air outside.

Alex, already seated at a secluded corner table, looked up from his menu, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he caught sight of you entering.

As you made your way towards him, the gentle flicker of candlelight played on the edges of his features. "You made it," he said, rising from his seat and pulling your chair out for you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your cheeks rosy from the cold. You sat down, not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look. This felt strangely intimate.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked you.

“Uh. What are you getting?” you replied.

“Probably a beer.” He said.

“I guess I’ll get a glass of white wine then,” you replied, feeling somewhat awkward. You didn’t expect in a million years to have drinks with your editor.

“You sure? You can get anything you want. Like I said, it’s my treat.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Yeah I’m good,” you replied bashfully.

After the waiter brought your drinks you started delving into conversation.

"So, um, tell me more about yourself," Alex prompted, his gaze lingering on you.

You giggled, sipping your drink. "Well, there's not much to tell. Just a struggling student trying to make it out alive."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "From what I've seen, there's more than meets the eye."

You met his gaze, and the air shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. "You know, I never expected my editor to be someone who could make me forget about writer's block."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I'm just that good at my job."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between discussions of literature, shared interests, and personal anecdotes. As the night progressed, the topics ventured into more intimate territories, the subtle dance of words revealing layers beneath the surface.

"You have this way of making the mundane sound interesting," you remarked, now both on your second drink. You could feel your face heat up from the alcohol.

Alex leaned in, his gaze intense yet inviting. "Maybe it's the company that makes it interesting."

The words lingered in the air, a palpable tension settling between you. Unspoken desires sparked beneath the surface.

"Well, I find the company interesting too," you replied.

A hint of a smirk crossed Alex's face as he took a sip of his drink. "Careful now," he said. "Interesting company can be quite... distracting."

A subtle blush crept onto your cheeks. "Distracting can be a good thing." you replied.

"What are you distracting yourself from?" he asked, his gaze lingering on yours.

“I’m not sure. Everyone has problems, I guess,” you looked down at your hands.

“Anything you want to share?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you chuckled.

“You could never,” he replied, his tender eyes meeting yours. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and looked at the time. “Oh, I think we should get going,” you said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Alex said and he gestured to the waiter for the bill. You thanked him for the drinks and promised you would return the favor next time you saw him. He agreed but knew he wouldn’t let you pay for anything, especially since you were just a student.

You had an amazing time seeing "Black Swan" at the theater. The ballet was captivating, and the music was incredible. You also noticed Alex glancing at you a few times throughout the show.

After the show, Alex walked you to your cab. Under the streetlights, there was a quiet moment filled with something more than words. You exchanged a look that said it all, a shared understanding between you. As you got into the cab, Alex stood on the sidewalk with a thoughtful smile and waved goodbye.

When you arrived at your dorm, your phone vibrated.

Did you get home safely? - Mr Turner.

Your heart fluttered.

Yes.

Great. Good night.

Night.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you huddled into your bed and drifted off to sleep, embracing your pillow. The night ushered you into a world of dreams.

#next chapter will be angsty and smutty smut smut i got yall #arctic monkeys #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #tbhc #tbhc alex turner #alex turner x y/n #idk if there r any mistakes but fuq it i guess ive been looking at it for so long

142 notes · View notes

thought--bubble · 6 months

Text

She's Happy Now Part 5/5 (Final Part)

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

Warnings Below

Word Count: 2,122

She is happy now Master List

Modern Aemond Master List

Full Master List

Banners by @arcielee

Warnings: angst

A/N: I apologize for the delay on this. Had midterms then covid, a job promotion I've been fighting for (should find out on Monday, please pray for me), then a family loss back to back, and was kind of struggling for a moment. I'm happy to get this out, tho!

Could I talk to you for a moment?

Your palms are sweaty while you wait for him to respond.

He looks dumbstruck.

"Hello?" Your patience is wearing thin.

"Oh, um yeah, of course." he gets up, composing himself and settling back into that stoic look of his. "We can go to the gardens? For some privacy?" He sounds indifferent, but in his head, he is analyzing every word he says.

"Fine," you say, unable to mask the anger that you feel. The walk to the garden is quiet, not one word spoken between you. The tension is thick, and you can't help but wonder if this is a good idea. Still, you continue on. 'This is long overdue' you think to yourself.

"I can't believe we are both going to be off at college in a few months, I'm gonna miss you so much" you clutch onto Aemond while laying under the rosebushes in the garden of the keep. Your secret place. Where aemond would take you to be alone.

"It will be fine. We will talk every day and I'll come visit you and you will come to visit me and before you know it we will have graduated and we will be getting married" Aemond says while entwining his hand with yours. "This is just a temporary separation. we'll look back on it later and wonder what in the 7 hells we were so worried about. " he rolls onto his side looking at your face. He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hey look at me" he says gently.

You turn your head and see his eye looking at you intently. "We are going to be fine baby. Happy as we've always been. I promise."

"You really promise?" You had been worrying for weeks about the upcoming distance. The tales of long-distance relationships between 2 college age students weren't exactly full of glowing success stories.

"I promise, I swear to you. We will be fine. We are simply meant to be" he raised your hand to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. "Always have been"

You enter the garden and sit on a bench that overlooks the rosebushes. Your rosebushes. Aemond is standing by the bench awkwardly unsure if he should sit so close. Your annoyance with him just standing there gets the better of you.

"Sit down, would you?, you're always bouncing its giving me anxiety." Your eyes are downcast, but you know he sat down next to you because you can feel it.

"I heard your little speech. Clearly, there is something you wish to say to me so..... just say it, " you say irritation in your voice. Clenching and unclenching your fists.

Aemonds mouth goes completely dry, and his hands start shaking. He imagined this scenario repeatedly over the last few years, and now that he is here his entire body is laced with anxiety.

"I owe you an apology" he says firmly.

"Yeah.... I guess you do" you say jaw clenched.

Aemond sighs and runs his hand down his face. "I fucked up. There's no question on that...... and I've thought of you practically every day since. You were more than my girlfriend. You were my best friend. My favorite person." He rubs his hands together trying to shake the nerves.

"Then why? Why? Why did you do it?" Your voice is trembling a mix of grief and rage

"Because I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. I know you deserve a better explanation than that, but I don't have one. I didn't plan it out. It wasn't some big conspiracy. It was me. Being a complete moron." He hangs his head and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Your eyes start to well with tears. You lift your head and look toward the sky. "That's it? We lost everything because you're an idiot?" You clench your jaw. "You destroyed me, and it didn't even mean anything?"

He tries to think of a response to this, but he just can't. He doesn't have an answer that will make this better

"I didn't destroy you" he finally says after a long pause.

You look over at him, and your rage boils over. You shove him by his shoulder. "How can you say that? How could you possibly know how I felt? What it did to me?"

"You can't be destroyed." He pauses "you are so strong and-"

You interrupt him "stop. Just stop."

He says your name with an exhale. " I'm not trying to downplay the pain I caused you. I know it was immense. But I can't pretend that I destroyed you. You're so much more than us. You are smart, strong, and beautiful all in your own right. It's impossible to destroy something like that."

You sigh, frustrated. " I guess you're right. I survived. I made it. I'm happy now. " You bite your bottom lip

Aemond pauses and takes a deep breath. "H-he makes you happy huh?" The heartbreak in his voice is undeniable.

You think about this for a minute and smile. "Yeah. Yeah, he does." You feel a twinge of guilt,"even though I waste so much time being angry at you. He is patient. Caring......" You trail off.

"You deserve that." Aemond puts his hand to his chest as if to ease the swelling he feels there. "You deserve someone who puts you first. Someone who is smart enough to recognize what they have"

You ponder this for a minute. Cregan really has been immensely patient. Where a lot of people would have walked away from someone who seemed like they were still hung up on their ex, he was there. Patient understanding.

He sighs. "I know I can't change what I did....... But do you think. That it would be possible to be in your life again? Not the way I was. I know that, but honestly, I'd take anything." He wrings his hands wracked with nerves. "There is a hole in my life, and I know it's you."

Your chest tightens. You know the feeling. You have tried to fill that hole with hate and anger. it weighs heavily on you. "And what exactly do you suggest?"

"Friends?" He turns and looks at you directly now. "Please? I'm not asking for you to forgive me.... I'm not asking that you forget what I've done, but...... I can't go on without you in my life. " he sounds like he is holding back tears. " I've loved you for so long, and it isn't just a romantic love... it's deeper than that. " his breath is shakey.

"I'm still so angry" you say head down looking into your lap. "I don't want to be but I am"

He holds his breath and closes his eye. " I am too. I have been kicking my own arse for the last 4 years every day for chasing you out of my life." He rubs his palms down the front of his trousers. "Asking you this... it isn't easy but I have to try, don't I?"

You finally lift your head and look into his eye, and a wave of butterflies goes through you. You chuckle lightly. "Pretty brave of you, I have to admit. Since I was hoping you would spontaneously combust all through the ceremony"

He looks at you with reverence. As if he has been hiking through the desert and has finally found an oasis. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. "That would have made things a bit easier, huh?" He laughs, but there is no humor behind it.

You feel a tingling sensation that goes all the way down to your toes at his touch. Your response is automated. Like you are being controlled by someone else. You bring your fingers up to his face and caress his cheek.

He takes in a harsh breath and closes his eye. A single tear escapes and trails down his face. "God, I missed you," he says just above a whisper.

With that, you lose it, and tears start flowing freely.

He opens his eye and lifts his hand to your face. "Can i?" He asks

You nod, and he cups your cheek. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. "I don't deserve it... but I need you...please..... give me a chance to be in your life, in any capacity."

"We'll be together forever," Aemond says, sure of his words as you lay in the grass next to each other. "No matter what. You're a part of me now. I can feel it"

You giggle and roll onto your side, holding onto him. "I know. I can't imagine my life without you in it." You shake your head. "That would be just terrible"

"Then let's make a promise," he turns on his side facing you. "No matter what, it will always be me and you. Always. We will always find a way"

"I promise always"

Aemond is holding your cheek and looking into your eyes. Hoping and praying for a response.

"I promise..... always" you say through tears. "We can find a way..... to be there for eachother I know we can"

He hugs you and pulls you tight up against him. He nuzzles his face into your hair and whispers. "Thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me"

He pulls his head back and looks into your eyes. "I know your with someone. I know you are happy with him. I would never do anything to take that from you. I..... i.... I just need to know you. I need to know who you are now. Who you've become."

With that, the levy finally breaks, and you are no longer talking to your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart and ruined everything but an old friend. A friend you missed dearly. You talk about everything you have done since you stopped talking. About you and Cregan your job. Your hopes for the future. He tells you about him. He tells you about how he has become an adjunct professor and that his love life is non-existent. You joke and laugh, both crying and laughing at the same time.

You get so lost in talking you don't notice the sun going down or the guests clearing out. What finally pulls you out of your conversation is Cregan entering the garden with his hands in his pockets.

Cregan shuffles toward you kicking lightly at dirt and small rocks as he makes his way over.

You stand up from the bench and wipe your face. You have a big smile on your face.

"Hey.... I've been looking for you" Cregan says apprehensively his eyes shifting back and fourth between you and Aemond.

"Sorry.... just out here making peace, " you smile while looking down at Aemond, who is still sitting on the bench.

Aemond stands up and extends his hand to Cregan. "I don't think I introduced myself properly earlier. I'm Aemond brother of the groom"

Cregan takes his hand hesitantly and shakes it. "Cregan...... "

You turn to Aemond and open your arms for a hug. You give him a hug and then pull back taking his forearms in your hands. "We will talk again soon. I want to hear all about that interview for the permanent teaching position"

"Yeah... talk soon" Aemond smiles and makes his way out of the garden. Giving you one last look back before he exits.

"So......" Cregan is looking all around not making eye contact with you.

"Hey," you take his hands "there is nothing to worry about. You were right earlier. I wasn't over it. Not because I want him still but because I never let him apologize"

He looks at you, a small smile creeping onto his face. "And has he?"

"Yes, and oddly enough, I feel a lot better," you say, the relief evident in your voice.

"Good" he says as he wraps an arm around you guiding you out of the garden.

As you walk, you think. You don't know if you and Cregan are going to make it in the long term. You don't know if one day you and Aemond may find your way back to each other. What you do know. Is that you needed this. That for the first time in years there isn't this heavy weight. You know that you can look back on your memories and smile. Knowing that although it didn't last, you were still lucky to experience something so beautiful, so meaningful. You feel lighter. And you know you really are happy now.

Just before you a Cregan exit the garden, you take one last look toward the rosebushes. And smile.

To be added to taglist click here

#aemond fanfiction #modern aemond #modern aemond angst #modern aemond x reader #modern aemond/ you #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell verse #ewan mitchell fanfic #ewan mitchell #jess fics #my modern war criminal bf

90 notes · View notes

bonobonoyaatheart · 11 months

Text

Messed Up - Jeon Jungkook

summary: Jungkook is your best friend.(At least you two think that) So you must warn him when he's befriending someone he shouldn't. But things turn different when you end up giving each other silent treatment.

Genre: Fluff, angst, romance. College au, friends to lovers.

Pairing: Student Jungkook x female reader.

Word count: 3827

The university campus buzzed with energy as students hurried between classes, books clutched tightly in their hands. Among the crowd, you and Jungkook walked side by side, your laughter filling the air.

Jungkook playfully nudged your shoulder, a mischievous smile on his face. "Hey, have you seen the new coffee shop that opened near the campus? I heard they have the best caramel macchiatos!"

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. "You and your coffee addiction, Jungkook. But hey, I'm always up for trying a new place. Let's check it out after our last class."

As you entered the lecture hall, you settled into your usual seats, whispering jokes and sharing secret smiles. You had become inseparable since your first encounter in middle school, quickly forming a bond that went beyond friendship. But you were a fool as neither you nor Jungkook ever realised feelings you guys had for eachother.

You had met Jungkook when you were about to fall off the staircase of your school. (pretty awkward right?) Jungkook had held your hand back then. And since then he NEVER let it go. You had been together through thick and thin, sharing tears, smiles and even cringeworthy moments you would laugh at later.

................................…………………………..…………………………..……………………....

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Jungkook stepped into the cozy coffee shop. The warm ambiance and the friendly chatter of fellow students provided the perfect backdrop for your catch-up session.

You settled into a corner booth, sipping your caramel macchiatos while engaging in light-hearted banter. The laughter flowed effortlessly between you, as if time had no hold on your friendship.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes. "You won't believe who just moved into the apartment next to mine. His name is Jake, and he's a really cool guy. We hit it off right away."

Curiosity piqued, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Jake? I think I've heard of him. He seems friendly and outgoing, right?"

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! He's super friendly and has this magnetic personality. We've been hanging out a lot lately. He's been showing me around the neighborhood and introducing me to new people."

As Jungkook spoke, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You had heard rumors about Jake's questionable behavior and his involvement in some unsavory activities. You wanted to protect Jungkook, but you didn't want to come across as overbearing or judgmental.

Carefully choosing your words, you voiced your concerns. "Well, Jungkook, it's great that you're making new friends, but sometimes people may not be what they seem. It's important to be cautious and not get too involved with someone before you truly know them."

Jungkook looked at you with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean? Jake is a genuinely nice guy. We've had some great times together, and he's always been there for me."

You sighed inwardly, realizing that your subtle warning hadn't quite hit the mark. You didn't want to push Jungkook away from Jake, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he might be getting himself into something dangerous.

Deciding to drop the topic for now, you forced a smile. "Well, if you trust him, then I trust your judgment, Jungkook. Just remember to take care of yourself and be aware of the company you keep."

Jungkook's smile returned, and he playfully nudged your shoulder. "Don't worry, Y/N. I've got your back, and I'll always watch out for myself too." You patted his head, "C'mon kook, you ALWAYS got my back. I'll be there whenever you have any problem". Jungkook gave you a cheeky smile. You couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. He was your best friend afterall. Now the last thing you wished was Jungkook falling into Jake's trap.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

The movie theater was abuzz with excitement as you and Jungkook settled into your seats, eagerly awaiting the start of the film. The dimmed lights and the anticipation in the air set the stage for an evening of entertainment.

As the movie began, you found yourself captivated by the storyline, but your attention also wandered to Jungkook sitting beside you. The glow of the screen highlighted his features, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scenes with intensity.

Unable to resist, you stole glances at him, admiring the way his brow furrowed in concentration and how his lips formed his signature bunny smile during moments of humor. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized just how much you adored even the smallest details about him.

However, during the intermission, the spell was momentarily broken as you bumped into Jake, who happened to be attending the same movie. Jungkook's eyes lit up, and they immediately engaged in a lively conversation, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

You stood to the side, feeling a pang of jealousy rise within you. It wasn't that you didn't want Jungkook to have other friends, but the way he was engrossed in his conversation with Jake made you feel ignored and left out.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to speak up, hoping to draw Jungkook's attention back to you. "Hey, kook, could you spare a moment? I wanted to talk to you too."

Jungkook glanced at you briefly, a casual smile on his face. "Oh, sure, Y/N. Just give me a minute. Jake and I were just catching up."

You tried to conceal your frustration, but it lingered beneath the surface. You decided to stay silent, convincing yourself that perhaps it wasn't a big deal and that you were overreacting.

As the movie resumed, you tried to focus on the screen, but your mind was preoccupied with a mix of emotions. The feeling of being pushed aside by someone you cared about gnawed at you, fueling a silent discontent.

The rest of the movie passed in a blur, with occasional glances exchanged between you and Jungkook, each one carrying a hint of unspoken tension. As the credits rolled, you both left the theater, the weight of unexpressed emotions hanging in the air.

Jake met Jungkook after movie AGAIN, as Jungkook seemed to forget everything, even you. You tugged at his tee. "Kook, you came here with me, talk to me too. You've been talking to Jake since forever. Can yo-" Hey girl, let us have a moment. He is my friend, so we're talking. You don't have to be whinny" Jake interupted you with a sly smile. You felt you blood boil. He didn't just call you WHINNY!

You looked at Jungkook, he gave you a smile, "Just a few minutes pal. Just wait a little." You forced a smile on your face as you left the theater to wait for him at his car.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

A week had passed, and the rift between you and Jungkook seemed to widen with each passing day. There were times when he would cancel plans at the last minute, claiming he had other things to do with Jake. Each time it happened, a mix of worry, jealousy, and anger bubbled up within you.

One day, the frustration became too much to bear. You found yourselves sitting in the familiar coffee shop, surrounded by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee, but the atmosphere between you was tense.

Jungkook, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, began talking excitedly about his recent adventures with Jake. Every word he uttered felt like a dagger, fueling your resentment and confirming your fears that Jake was slowly taking precedence over your friendship.

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you exploded in anger. "Jungkook, enough with Jake! It feels like you've been ditching me for him every chance you get. Can't you see how it makes me feel?"

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by your outburst. "Y/N, calm down. You're overreacting. Jake is just a friend, and it's not like I'm neglecting our friendship."

Frustration boiled over, and you felt the sting of tears threatening to spill. "Overreacting? I don't think you understand how it feels to constantly be pushed aside for someone else. It hurts, Jungkook. I thought our friendship meant more to you than this."

Jungkook's voice grew defensive as he argued back, his tone laced with frustration. "I'm not a CHILD, Y/N. I can have other friends besides you. It doesn't mean I don't value our friendship. You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"You keep on ignoring me, why are you even here when you love spending time with your Jake this much? I had told you to be cautious with him at the very beginning but seems like you love neglecting my warnings." You yelled at him, making everyone in the shop turn their attention towards you two. Jungkook dragged you out of coffee shop."You are making a scene, you idiot! Why can't you control your overprotectiveness and anger, huh?"

Feeling a surge of anger and hurt, you made a decision. "Maybe you're right, Jungkook. Maybe we shouldn't be hanging out anymore. If Jake is what you want, then go ahead. I don't want to be an inconvenience in your life."

Without waiting for a response, you stormed out of the coffee shop, tears streaming down your face. Anger and disappointment mingled within you as you walked aimlessly through the streets, venting your frustrations to the empty air.

Jungkook's words echoed in your mind, and a part of you wondered if you had overreacted. But the hurt ran deep, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being replaced and cast aside.

As you both headed in opposite directions, the chasm between you widened, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and shattered trust.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

The busy streets of the city buzzed with life as you and Jungkook accidently bumped into each other. Caught off guard by the sudden encounter, you locked eyes for a brief moment, but neither of you uttered a word. The air between you was heavy with unspoken tensions, as you exchanged a cold glare.

Sunmi and Chaewon, who happened to be walking a few steps behind you, noticed the exchanged glances. They shot each other concerned looks, realizing the depth of the rift between you and Jungkook. They knew they had to intervene to salvage your friendship.

"Y/N, we need to talk," Sunmi said, gently grabbing your arm to stop you. "We can't let this continue. You and Jungkook have been avoiding each other for too long."

Chaewon nodded, her voice filled with worry. "We understand that you're hurt, but harboring these feelings won't solve anything. It's time to find a way to reconnect and address the issues."

You sighed, your gaze fixed on the ground. "I know, but it's just so difficult right now. I'm not ready to let go of my anger and disappointment."

Sunmi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We're here for you, but we also care about Jungkook. He's hurting too, even if he doesn't show it. You two need to find a way to communicate and heal. See, DON'T let ego win over care and friendship."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, Taehyung and Beomgyu approached Jungkook, concern etched on their faces. They had witnessed the exchange of glances and knew they had to intervene as well.

"Kook, we can't ignore what just happened," Taehyung spoke up, his voice firm. "You and Y/N need to talk. Ignoring each other won't solve anything."

Beomgyu nodded, his expression serious. "You may not realize it, but your actions have consequences. Y/N is not ok. She is hurting, and it's time you faced the reality of the situation. You have MESSED UP, and you gotta make it right."

Jungkook's brows furrowed, a mixture of frustration and guilt crossing his face. "I didn't mean for things to end up like this. But it's not that simple. I don't even know where to begin."

Taehyung placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Start by acknowledging your own feelings and reaching out to Y/N. It won't be easy, but you both deserve a chance to make things right.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

Ten days had passed since your last encounter with Jungkook, and the absence of his presence in your life had left a profound void. Each passing day seemed to stretch on, filled with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The longing to reconnect and bridge the gap between you grew stronger with every passing moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had also been grappling with his own set of realizations. The truth about Jake, the new neighbor who had effortlessly wormed his way into Jungkook's life, had come to light. It became painfully clear that Jake had ulterior motives, focusing solely on Jungkook's wealth and background while feigning friendship.

In a vivid flashback, the memories of your conversations with Jungkook about Jake resurfaced. You remembered expressing your concerns, cautioning Jungkook about Jake's intentions. But at the time, Jungkook had dismissed your worries, unaware of the potential consequences.

As Jungkook sat in a cozy café, sipping his coffee, he found himself lost in thought. The flashbacks played in his mind like a movie reel, revealing Jake's subtle manipulations, the constant probing into Jungkook's life and possessions, and the gradual erosion of genuine friendship. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt—he had been blindsided by Jake's false facade, and he deeply regretted not heeding your warnings sooner.

Feelings of anger and betrayal washed over Jungkook, intertwining with a profound sense of remorse. He realized the weight of his own actions and the consequences they had brought upon himself and your friendship. In that moment of reflection, he vowed to make amends and find a way to bridge the growing chasm between you.

Simultaneously, as the days stretched on without Jungkook by your side, you found yourself immersed in thoughts of him. The memories of your shared laughter, late-night conversations, and unconditional love and support flooded your mind. Each passing day without him felt incomplete, as if a part of you was missing.

You missed his infectious bunny smile, the way he understood your unspoken words, and the deep bond you had formed. The once-familiar places and activities you shared felt hollow without his presence. The void within your heart continued to grow, echoing the longing of his presence.

In the midst of this internal struggle, Jungkook realized the depth of his love for you. The distance and silence had only amplified his feelings, making him painfully aware of how much you meant to him. Every thought, every memory, and every beat of his heart seemed to revolve around you.

The longing to hold you close, to hear your voice, and to share a laugh together consumed him. It was in this moment of realization that Jungkook understood that the love he had been harboring for so long could no longer be contained. He loved you too much to let this fight tear your bond apart.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

The rain fell relentlessly, casting a gray curtain over the bustling city streets. As the droplets descended from the sky, you found yourself caught in the midst of the downpour, the weight of each raindrop mirroring the storm of emotions raging within your heart.

On the opposite side of the road, Jungkook stood, his gaze fixed upon you. His heart ached as he watched you, vulnerable and defenseless against the elements. He longed to rush to your side, to shield you from the rain and offer you solace, but an invisible barrier held him back.

Jungkook's eyes darted around, searching for a solution to bring you out of the rain. And then, a glimmer of hope flickered within him as he noticed a kind-hearted lady carrying a large umbrella. She seemed unaffected by the pouring rain, her gentle smile radiating warmth and compassion.

Summoning his courage, Jungkook reached for his phone, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the fear of making the wrong decision. What if reaching out to you in such a vulnerable moment only made things worse? But deep down, he knew that he couldn't let his fear hold him back any longer.

With a deep breath, Jungkook pressed the call button, his heart pounding in his chest as the ringing echoed in his ears. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he anxiously waited for you to answer.

As the phone continued to ring, the kind-hearted lady who had caught his attention noticed your plight. A wave of empathy washed over her, and without hesitation, she extended her umbrella towards you from the other side of road, a silent invitation to seek shelter from the relentless downpour.

Caught up in the moment, you didn't notice Jungkook's phone call, nor did you see the relief that briefly flickered in his eyes. Your focus shifted to the lady's kind gesture, and without a second thought, you hurriedly made your way towards her, eager to escape the pouring rain.

However, amidst the chaos and the urgency to seek refuge, you failed to notice the car hurtling towards you, its driver unaware of the danger that lay ahead. The impact was sudden and merciless, wrenching you off your feet and sending your body crashing onto the unforgiving pavement. Pain radiated through your entire being, accompanied by a numbing shock that engulfed your senses.

Jungkook's heart stopped as he witnessed the horrifying accident unfold before his eyes. You were lying in a puddle of blood as it mixed with the pouring rain water. The blood drained from his face as panic coursed through his veins. The fear and guilt that had plagued him in the days of silence were now overshadowed by a surge of adrenaline and a fierce protective instinct.

In an instant, he was by your side, along with the kind-hearted lady who had offered her umbrella. They cradled your injured body, their voices trembling with a mixture of panic and concern. Tears streamed down Jungkook's face, his voice choked with remorse as he blamed himself for the accident. Every fiber of his being ached with the weight of guilt, tormenting his soul.

"I am sorry dear... Please forgive me. I admit I'm a jerk, an idiot, but please don't leave me. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you" Jungkook struggled to contain his sobs. Tears after tears rolled down cheeks, as guilt and regret consumed him.

You, on the other hand, drifted in and out of consciousness, catching fleeting glimpses of Jungkook's tear-stained face, etched with anguish and desperation. The pain and confusion mingled within you, but amidst the haze, you held no blame towards him. It wasn't his fault. It was the culmination of circumstances and your own stubbornness that had led to this moment.

As the ambulance arrived and the paramedics swiftly took over, Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened, his touch conveying a silent promise. His gaze conveyed pure worry and care.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

As hours turned into a blur of restless sleep and medical care, you finally regained consciousness. The sterile hospital room seemed to close in on you, the antiseptic scent filling your nostrils. Weak and disoriented, you tried to make sense of your surroundings when a familiar face appeared in the doorway.

Jungkook stood there, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow. Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks as he crossed the threshold and approached your bedside. His voice trembled as he began to speak, his words choked with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I should have listened to you sooner, and I never should have let Jake come between us," Jungkook's voice cracked, his guilt pouring out in every syllable. "You mean everything to me, and I've been a fool for not realizing it sooner."

You tried to respond, to offer your own apologies and words of forgiveness, but before you could utter a single word, the room filled with the presence of your friends and family. Their concerned faces hovered around you, drowning out the private conversation you longed to have with Jungkook.

Jungkook, aware of the intrusion, fell silent, his eyes never leaving yours as he listened to the well-intentioned voices urging you to rest and recover. His gaze spoke volumes, filled with a longing for a moment of solitude with you.

Time passed, and the room gradually emptied, leaving you and Jungkook alone once more. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, the weight of the past and the unexplored depths of your relationship.

In the quiet stillness of the room, you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion wash over you. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, you could hear him softly speaking to you, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), for everything. I should have protected you, cherished you, and never let anything come between us. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to make it up to you. Please forgive me," Jungkook's voice quivered with sincerity, his words carrying a profound weight.

As the realization of his love and his remorse washed over you, you felt a surge of warmth and forgiveness in your heart. Opening your eyes, you gazed at Jungkook, his tear-streaked face reflecting both vulnerability and determination.

"I heard EVERYTHING, Jungkook," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness. "I heard your confession, and I want you to know that I love you too. I forgive you."

A smile tugged at the corners of Jungkook's lips, his eyes shining with unbridled joy and relief. He reached out and gently clasped your hand, his touch reassuring and full of promises for a future filled with love and understanding.

In that vulnerable moment, with the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders, you leaned closer to Jungkook. His eyes closed, and your lips met in a tender and gentle kiss, he cupped your cheeks careful not to hurt you, and poured all his heart in the kiss, as tears spilled from his eyes. You pulled away, looking into his eyes, " Don't cry, I love you too much to see you crying.''

You wiped his tears with your thumb, and engulfed him in a tight hug. You stayed like that for a while until you heard door opening.

"May we disturb your little sweet moment?", Beomgyu said smiling mischievously. "How are you feeling Y/N? I hope Kook hasn't messed up this time." Taehyuna said as he glared at Jungkook. "No, he ha-" "We're here!" before you could finish, you got interupted by your besties. " How are you Y/Nnie? Did you two kiss?" Summi asked, making your cheeks turn pink. "C'mon, is it even a question, I am more curious about his confession." Chaewon spoke. "Hey, you're more interested in US than her accident!" Jungkook said, shooting them an annoyed glare.

"We talked to Doctor, she said it's nothing serious . Y/N can get discharge within a week" Sunmi told, as a sense of relief washed over Jungkook's face. ''Well, we shall leave you alone, you can continue." Beomgyu waved as the four left you.

Jungkook laid you on bed as you were already half asleep. He leaned and placed a kiss on your cheek.

…………………………..…………………………..…………………………..………………………

No one, Nothing in the world was gonna seperate you now.....

A/N: Reblog and share if you like, and let me know what you think about this!

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #Jeon Jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #bts fanfction #bts ffs #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x y/n #jungkook headers #jeon jk #bts jungkook

133 notes · View notes

cptg00s3 · 1 year

Text

Ghost's comforting shower.

Every credit goes to chat gpt, I just find it funny to share these with others.

No tw except maybe a little mention of death in a flashback.

It had been a long day for you, a soldier in the Special Forces. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally drained. As you made your way back to your quarters, you couldn't help but think about everything you had been through. The missions, the losses, the constant fear and uncertainty. It was a never-ending cycle that you couldn't seem to escape.

As you entered your room, you noticed a package on your bed. You were surprised, you weren't expecting anything. You cautiously approached the package, checking for any signs of danger. When you deemed it safe, you tore it open to reveal a bar of soap and a note.

The note read: "Hey, (Y/N), I know things have been tough for you lately. I thought this soap might help you relax and wash away some of the dirt and grime. Stay strong, brother. -Ghost"

You smiled, feeling touched by Ghost's gesture. He had always been a good friend, a fellow soldier who had been by your side through thick and thin. You decided to take his advice and headed to the shower, taking the soap with you.

As you stood under the warm water, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander. The memories of your latest mission came flooding back, the bloodshed and the loss of your fellow soldiers. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulders and the tears began to fall.

You didn't even hear the door open, but you felt a presence behind you. You turned around to see Ghost standing there, concern etched on his face.

"Hey, man, you okay?" Ghost asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You shook your head, feeling embarrassed by your breakdown. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me," you muttered, turning away from him.

Ghost didn't say anything, he simply grabbed the soap and began to lather it in his hands. He stepped closer to you, his movements gentle as he began to wash your back. You were taken aback by his actions, but you didn't resist.

The warmth of the water and the soothing sensation of Ghost's hands on your skin began to calm you. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

Ghost finished washing your back and turned you around to face him. He gave you a small smile and began to wash your chest, his movements slow and deliberate. You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his presence.

As he finished washing you, he turned off the water and handed you a towel. You dried yourself off and dressed, feeling a sense of calm that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Thanks, man," you said to Ghost, feeling grateful for his help.

"Anytime, brother," Ghost replied, patting you on the back. "We've got each other's backs, remember?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of brotherhood with Ghost. You knew that you could always count on him, and that thought gave you a sense of comfort.

As you settled down for the night, you couldn't help but think about Ghost and the soap. They had been a small gesture, but they had made a big impact on you. You felt a sense of hope that you hadn't felt in a long time, and you knew that you would be able to face whatever challenges lay ahead with Ghost by your side

#platonic reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #ghost cod #comfort #ghost call of duty

206 notes · View notes

thepaperpanda · 2 years

Text

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - Silent Lovemaking || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Tommy enjoys long, passionate sex. You both need to stay quiet because Arthur is up late at night again.

Warnings: smut without plot (quiet sex)

Word count: 1119

Author: Bear

A/N: the prompt for today is: Quiet Sex

Despite his best efforts, Tommy was unable to resist grabbing your delicate hips and ramming his manhood deep inside you, and not filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. He guessed you were probably holding back as well. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared inside your quivering body as Tommy slowly and deeply moved his hips. He especially loved it when you moaned softly and then grabbed his forearms. While he continued to penetrate you slowly in the missionary position, Shelby looked at your soft, thin body, your pink erect nipples, and your flat stomach. His left thumb stimulated your pink clitoris, causing you to moan in a louder tone. Despite the dim light of the moon falling into the room through a half-opened window and a thick curtain shifted to the wall, he could see your love for it on your face.

The motion between your bodies was perfect, with your hips rising slightly with each angled thrust of his, just as they had all night as you bent to Tommy's every whim.

As he gazed at your face, he was mesmerized by all your strikingly beautiful features, the hypnotic gaze of your eyes, the soft pinkness creeping up your cheeks, and your perfectly shaped lips. Tommy was in love with you and he needed to show you that as he increased the strength of his thrusts.

It is a fundamental truth that every person you will ever have sex with will feel differently, and some will feel better than others.

Tommy had to admit that no woman - not a single one - had ever felt as warm, inviting and as perfectly tight as you did, not even Grace. Your pussy appeared to be crafted by God for his pleasure, and it was heaven on earth.

Taking a deep, audible breath, you said, "Oh my God, I can feel you... I can feel you all the way in my stomach, fuck, you're so deep."

Grabbing your breast and squeezing your nipple, he asked, "Do you like it?"

"God, please don't ever stop," you said as you grabbed Tommy's head and pulled him down. "God, I need you so much," you whispered flatly against his lips.

After kissing for a moment, he hugged you, forcing your head against his right shoulder as he increased his thrusts.

As you all got louder, Tommy could hear your wet pussy, the slapping of naked bodies, and the creaking of the bed. Tommy let out low grunts as he felt you get even tighter. "That's it, but stay quiet, baby" he stopped moving as your sweet cunt squeezed him in a pulsing, rhythmical manner, tighter than he had ever felt, even when he had fucked those two sweet twenty-year-olds in the summer. Tommy's voice escaped him in sounds of pleasurable agony as he felt the pulsating pussy of yours pushed his impending orgasm closer without ever moving your bodies too much. "That's it..." He grunted again as your orgasm continued; you latched on to Tommy, wrapping your legs so tightly around him.

You let out a muffled yell as you dug your face into his shoulder.

With one last grunt from him, you both gasped as he said, "That's it... that's my girl."

While you remained motionless and quiet, he fought the urge to cum with every thump of his heartbeat that he felt on his cock.

"I can't believe we've been here that long," you said as you suddenly broke the silence.

Tommy looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 3 in the morning. "I guess we should finish then."

In a whisper, you asked, "Do we have to? I am having so much fun," and sucked his lower lip before biting it lightly.

Tommy slowly began to enter and exit you again, each inch of his existence perfectly accepted by your velvety touch. With each thrust, he started to go harder, lifting your waist up and off the bed, his arms cupping your soft ass as your back arched. He tried his hardest to be quiet, but after a few more thrusts he began to lose himself. The bed was no longer quiet as you began to make your sexy music heard and your skin contact was clearly audible.

Tommy stopped when he heard someone coughing in the background. The voice belonged to Arthur.

However, you did not. Rhythmically lifting and lowering your hips, you began to fuck him while Tommy stood motionless.

Once again, there was a cough, followed by the opening of a door. "Y/N," Tommy whispered.

"Yes, Tommy?" You asked as you continued your movements.

His hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you over, allowing him to exit your pussy. His hands caressed your smooth body as he kissed you deeply.

There was another cough, and then another.

"Looks like Arthur is starting to get sick," Tommy whispered.

Smiles and giggles filled your mouth as you began to kiss his chest, then went down to his stomach, and finally reached his cock. Your tongue rang softly on Tommy's hard shaft as you expertly used your hand. You took it out and continued jerking him while you smiled for a solid minute, working on the tip, twisting your hand, making every nerve in his penis light up.

Tommy could hear a low slurping sound mixed with your mews of excitement. When Tommy's jizz moved quickly upward, he found himself taking quick, fast breaths.

While you licked the back of his shaft from balls to tip, you took him deep down your throat, looking at him constantly. After pulling him out of your mouth, you asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Tommy?"

As Tommy grabbed the bedsheets, he gave a slight nod.

Continuing inch by inch, you massaged his balls and squeezed them with your other hand as your right hand worked along with your mouth.

As his balls began to tense, faster and faster, Tommy felt his cock about to be milked. He soon felt himself explode; hips buckled, legs shook, as his balls emptied. After forty minutes of slow, quiet fucking, Tommy felt relieved.

"I think I should head out now," you whispered as you picked up your clothes and wrapped your silky nightgown around you.

"Stay. I love you, Y/N," Tommy said to you.

You nodded at him willingly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "I love you too. Thank you for taking me straight to heaven tonight."

Tommy was rethinking the entire intercourse as he ran his palm over your back; he couldn't have been happier for he finally had a woman who was both a caring partner and a tigress in the sheets.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby smut #peaky blinders smut #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #paperpanda kinktober #kinktober 2022

633 notes · View notes

lemonpie45 · 20 days

Text

imma give a lil rant here. i.. LOVE the new tadc episode!!

First off, RIP gummigoo and kaufmo, Lov them dearly, we hold them in our hearts. I've copy pasted my rant from discord so eerrm yuh tw for spoilers

Lets talk about gumigoo. THAT GLITCH CHANGED HIS NON-REALITY LIFE. the fact that the glitch that lagged them under the map, seeing all those npcs, seeing HIMSELF as just a non-moving rig model is truely heartbreaking. From what we've known with the talk he had with his mates, he thinks he has a mom., he thinks he has a family, he thinks he has a life out these walls, and when he found out he was nothing, he.. omg im sobbing. He just thinks he's just some pawn in caine's game, he felt like he was just some obstacle they had to go through, but POMNI thinks of him more than that. Even though she feels like she's been nothing her whole entire life, she doesn't want anyone to feel that same way too, and its just like… MWAH MWAH GODDAMNIT WHYYY

Now, I wanna go and wonder about pomni's dream. Now at least we know that the cast can dream here, but nvm that. During the dream, she was about to abstract and become one with the abstractions n all, but I'm sad that she thinks that the others think of her as this "insane clown" n like "Damn, I guess she's that weak just to be abstracted already" that type of sheet, but when we get to the scene of kaufmo's funeral, she realized that they won't push her away, no matter how hard she thinks of it. They will always be by her side, through each others side, through thick and thin. and omfg AAAAAAAA MY HART.

Speaking of kaufmo's funeral. The kaufmo funeral scene is truly heartbreaking, and they've been doing this with the other characters that abstracted. Now we know it ain't something to sweep under the rug like "Another one bites the dust womp womp" thing, it's extremely a sincere moment, and the fact that Jax ain't here with them says alot. It may mean that he isn't interested in any of that, or he's just in his room sobbing his heart out. Even so, each and every funeral is sad for everyone.. WAIT NOW IM SAD IMAGINE WHAT KINGER WAS LIKE IN QUEENIES FUNERAL NOOO I also wanna talk about kinger's statement, when he said about taking to long for ragatha to get used to the circus when she was there for the first time. Kinger said to Ragatha "I remember how long it took for you to adjust", meaning that he's been here since Ragatha stepped in, has been with her in every panic-attack and mental breakdown she's ever endured. Clearly the dad of all characters.

@gooseworx, you are a god, and I praise you.

#lemmipierant #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc kaufmo #tadc ragatha #tadc gummigoo #gummigoo wants his ma back #give him his mom.

28 notes · View notes

the-amazing-wonderss · 11 months

Text

“Cry for me”

A/N: Felt like writing this after listening to 'Cry for me' by twice 😭😭😭 NOT RLLY GOING WITH THE MEANING OF THE SONG BUT definitely wanting to make these characters cry... ⎯ Mod ☠️

Content: Hurt/Comfort (mostly comfort), already established relationship, no gender mentioned for reader asides from the use of 'Prince' that is stated in Nene's part, isn't properly proof read/edited. Summary: A moment where you confront them about something

Characters: Nene, Kou, Hanako

“Baby, no more real love” ⎯This love was based on your imagination, you wanted something that you can only see in fairytales. Don't you realise you're expecting too much? Lower that expectation, love ⎯ we've got more than enough time to get our happy ending.

NENE was always romanticising the smallest of things that occurred or happened, wanting that to also happen to her as well but... She wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up to you.

Thus why she was usually in her own little bubble fantasying about it, instead of stepping forward with the idea.

Which leads to why you sometimes feel as though you don't meet with her expectations in the relationship. She wants a prince, but could you fill in that role for her?

It was already difficult for you in that aspect, but after finding out she's been going on her own little adventure ⎯ going against rumors, ghosts, and even putting her life at risk just for the sake of others.

You're far from just 'worried' at this point.

Depending on how you handle the situation ⎯ whether you were the one confronting her about it, or Nene coming up to you if you were the type to put distance between yourself and others in situations like this. It'd still end up with you, her, or both of you crying your eyes out.

Nene understanding where you're coming from and hugging you desperately in her arms, her short daikon legs on their tippy toes as she clings onto you.

She'll try her best to reassure you through the coming days after the incident that you mean so, so so much to her.

Trying to also find times to spend more times with you in or outside of school.

Even begging Hanako to let her off of cleaning duties for a bit to hangout with you too. Kou would often help with this by taking on those duties for her instead.

She feels really bad about how she made you feel and what she's kept from you, that she's making a really desperate attempt to make it up to you.

You were her first lover, so how could she make you feel such a way?

In the end you both do make up and find solutions to compensate on what happen.

Even when Nene still has to go against a lot of things, in life and against apparitions...Through thick and thin she knows you have her back supporting her on her decisions, as she does with you.

She loves you. You love her. "You'll always be my prince, alright? You can be charming, clumsy, or even silly and you'll be it!" Suddenly turning around with her hair swishing along with her movement, she grabs hold of your shoulders, eyes mixed with so much determination and love behind them. - "S/O I...I love you!"

“Yeah, you really make me a sad” ⎯ Yeah you're busy wanting to work on yourself but baby I'm still here. Lean on me, cry for me, let me help you rest just for a moment in my arms and we can start a new day with no regrets. Wouldn't that be nice?

KOU is a real sweet guy, he truly is. There isn't a bad bone in that body of his and yet... You could feel as though there's some things he won't tell you.

From the way his brother has the title of the 'School prince' to his family being renowned exorcists, there must be a lot of weight on his shoulders as he tries to catchup to their achievements.

It's sad that you already know what he's going through and how he tries to hide it in hopes that you won't worry about him or think little of him, but you want to help in some way.

You wanna be the pillar he could go to when he needs a break.

So you were most definitely the one to confront him about it first by approaching him after school in his class.

Saying what you felt and want from him, how you're worried he's pushing himself too hard, and even saying if there's anything you could do to help him ⎯ leaves Kou speechless.

How could someone like you care for him so much? Just the thought alone and how you came to him about this, starts making tears brim and spill from his eyes.

He wants to seem tough, strong, reliable ⎯ but on the inside he's far from those, no, he isn't but... There's a side to him that wants to lean on someone else for a change.

And that's what happened.

In the moment of vulnerability he clings onto you and just holds you in his arms, crying his eyes out like a child who's lost something precious to them.

The aftermath of the situation would be him telling you everything that's been on his mind. Exorcisms, apparitions, even the adventures he's been exploring with both Nene and Hanako.

It's hard to ingest the new information he dumps onto you but... You were glad to break through to him in the end that you don't really care.

Whenever he's done with his little adventure, you immediately receive a text from him saying he's fine and heading home now. Or if he could stop by your place to recharge.

You love him. He loves you. "Ah⎯ S/O! Sorry I was just..." He sighs, "I got carried again and might've uhm... hurt my hand again, sorry. I-I know you told to be careful but⎯!! Aah, don't give me that look! I swear I'll be more careful I promise!!" - "....I really don't deserve someone as kind and caring as you, yknow? I love you so much, S/O."

“I want you to die for me (for me)” ⎯ Even though we live in separate worlds from each other, there's still time to spend. Stop thinking and relax, don't look so far ahead into the future just focus on the present ⎯ focus on me. I'm here. I'm here.

There's a lot of problems with being HANAKO that you thought you could overlook when you got into a relationship with him, but as of recently, it's been getting harder and harder for you to just turn a blind eye to it all.

Especially when it came to things that he decides on his own, thinking he's doing what's best for you and yet, not even talking to you first about it?

Another thing would be how secretive he is. It's natural for him to have things he wouldn't want to reveal yet, but there's just so much kept hidden. Making it hard to tell if he actually trusts you as his partner.

Maybe you talked to Nene or Kou about it but it seems like they also don't know much about him either.

So when the moment happens when you try confront him about it, he'd be silent about it over all. Waiting until you've stopped talking to say his peace.

And yet, all that comes out were remarks about how he doubted the relationship would last ⎯ him a ghost, you a human.

"It wouldn't work out anyways"

Depending on how you react: If you were hurt by what he said and start crying, he'll quickly turn away and look at the window as to not feel guilty for what he said.

But if you confront him more aggressively? Grabbing his shoulders, yelling out him as big fat tears roll down your cheeks ⎯ he'd be shocked and stunned.

"I don't care! I don't care ⎯ Hanako, I just... I want to look on the brighter side and be with you, don't you get that? Don't you think I already knew what I was getting into when I confessed?"

"S/O.."

"You mean so much, so so much to me. So don't throw me away yet.."

In a swift motion he has you in his arms, holding you so tight with your head resting against his chest so you wouldn't see the tears pouring from his eyes.

He's so embarrassed, ashamed, but most definitely touched by your words that struck his motionless heart.

And although it does take a while for you to calm down, you both do end up properly talking in the end. Before that though, he does apologise for what he said and did, for acting cruel and not considering how you felt before coming to a conclusion.

Everything after the incident is just him reverting back to his normal self, teasing and poking fun at you but in a more... closer kind of way? You can tell it's more personal and different from how he teases Nene and Kou.

And he is slowly opening up more, just a bit though. But that's a far better result than before.

Of course it'll take a bit for him to open up properly, but when the time does arrive, you'll lend an ear to him at any given moment.

You both love each other. "Back again already? Haha did you miss me that much? S/O ... You really do love me, don't you? Well your lucky that I love you too, yknow!!" He laughs more louder as you punch his arm from how cocky he sounded in the end. - "Mmm... But I guess I should say I'm the lucky one?" He mumbles under his breath, idly watching you clean the bathroom.

#☠️#TBHK x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #Nene x reader #Yashiro Nene x reader #Kou x reader #Minamoto Kou x reader #Hanako x reader #Hanako kun x reader

110 notes · View notes