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around the block - m.m.
prompt: "tourist asking for directions" summary: lost in the city that never sleeps you find the one man who shouldn't be able to help you navigate the city, yet his kindness makes everything better. pairing: reader x matt murdock tw: meet-cute, mentions of catholicism (a little joke about a priest), pure fluff tbh! words: 2K. a/n: this is my entry for @fluffyprettykitty's 1K celebration/writing challenge. congratulations again lovie!!! <3. i highly recommend everyone to check out her blog; she's so immensely talented and has something for everyone! <3 it's been a few weeks since I wrote for matty boy, but i just had to use this prompt for him. i hope you enjoy and i very much welcome any feedback <33
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You wouldn’t say you were lost per se. Lost was a word that you used for people who didn’t know who they were. People that had gone their whole lives as someone that they weren’t, someone formed by society.
You were just a bit confused at your current location.
You were somewhere in New York, that was obvious (you would recognize those green street signs anywhere). Yet, you had no clue what borough you were in.
In your opinion, it could either be Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens or any of the other boroughs that made New York the beautiful city it was.
If you had prepared this impromptu day in the city better, you’d have charged your phone, brought a small map and perhaps met up with one of your friends that lived in the city.
But unfortunately, none of that happened.
You had to be in the city for a day to attend a meeting at a publisher for one of your clients. You were an independent PR manager, your company on the brink of exponential growth and you’d do a lot for the few clients you had. Flying in for a meeting in another state was not a problem if it meant putting out a good reputation for your company.
Once your flight arrived in the early morning hours, you got the bad news that your client came down with a sinus infection due to allergies and that the meeting was postponed until further notice. You loved spring, but the pollen really messed up your schedule.
If you had known this ahead, you’d have met up with a dear friend you knew from college, yet they too were unavailable due to a major walk-out at a client’s firm.
And for your phone… it was honestly a piece of shit. It stopped working when the battery level hit 28% and it also had trouble charging. You needed to bend the charging cable in a certain way for it to charge. Yes, you had been electrocuted twice already.
So there you were, all alone in New York City, less prepared than ever before.
But New Yorkers were friendly people, right?
You saw a lady pushing a stroller headed your way, her curls bouncing with every step she took as she had a determined look on her face.
“I’m sorry, can I ask something?” you spoke up, a friendly smile plastered on your face.
The woman didn’t even spare a glance as she walked on, and it was only in passing that you saw the white AirPods in her ears.
You didn’t get discouraged though, as you spotted a man with a suit who seemed to know his way around the city.
“I’m sorry, could I trouble you for a second?”
The man looked at you with big green eyes, a deer caught in the headlights.
“Excusez-moi, no English, je ne parle pas anglais, désolé.”
“Oh, sorry,” you muttered, embarrassment flooding your entire being. This whole day had morphed from a normal business trip into something where nothing went right. It felt like the equivalent of walking around with socks only to then step into a puddle of water. It wasn’t a nice feeling.
The only positive thing about today might have been the weather.
Summer had just arrived in New York. It was the time just before the pressing heat that would make the city feel like a bubble that was about to burst. There was a light breeze for you to enjoy, the sun’s beams were warming your skin, making you wish you could read your book in the shade of a tree in Central Park. These were the days that made hauling a book with you every day worth it.
Yet, as much as you wished to go there, you had absolutely no idea how to get there.
You stood in front of a church and you had a few options here. You could go inside and bother the priest for directions (would that count as blasphemy?), or you could bother the sunglasses-wearing man that was sitting on the bench next to the entrance.
Your choice was quickly made. No need to bother the man of faith when you could bother the handsome stranger with a slight scruff and perfectly coiffed hair.
The man didn’t react as you sat down next to him, his suit in a crisp state as he seemed to just be enjoying the nice weather during his lunch break.
“I’m so sorry to bother you,” you said, an apologetic look on your face, “but I’m a little lost, do you know where exactly we are?”
The man tilted his head your way in confusion, he could have been daydreaming and hadn’t even noticed you sitting down.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!”
“It’s fine,” he said, licking his lips and sitting up a bit straighter. “We’re in Hell’s Kitchen at the moment, but hearing your accent I’ve got a feeling you’re not familiar with the place.”
You let out a little scoff but laughed nonetheless.
“You’ve got a good ear, I am indeed not really familiar with the boroughs, unfortunately. I just need to find my way to Central Park.”
“Got something to do in Central Park?” he inquired, tilting his head in question. His glasses were tinted in a dark colour, not giving any sign of what colour eyes would be hidden behind them.
“I was just gonna read a bit in the shade before going back to my hotel,” you said. “My meeting was cancelled last minute so now I have the day to spend here.”
“The quintessential New Yorker experience,” he nodded, a ghost of a smile painted on his lips. “Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”
You smiled at his remark, happy that the native New Yorker wouldn’t shun you for doing something like that.
“Anyway, I have some time to spare, I can walk with you to the park,” he said, quickly looking at the church’s entrance.
“Oh, really? That would honestly make my day!”
The day really had done a 180 spin. At this point, you were grateful to get directions, so the fact that he would walk you all the way back made you want to hug him.
You stood up from the bench, failing to hide the smile on your face. Well, he deserved to know how happy this made you.
But then, your smile faltered a bit. Or a lot even, the smile replaced by your jaw that had gone slack.
The man had stood up as well, his sunglasses still perched on his nose, his bag slung over his one shoulder and a white cane in his opposite hand.
A white cane, which was first folded up and laying next to him, was an inconspicuous item that you hadn’t even noticed in your rush to find your current location.
Maybe that was the moment you felt truly lost. Lost in your subconscious, perhaps, because you really needed to pay attention to your surroundings.
“Oh,” you let out, shaking your head in confusion and gesturing for him to let it be, that you’d ask someone else.
“Are you gesturing right now?” he asked, a sly smile on his lips as his tongue wet them once more.
Was he… was he laughing at you? Laughing at the confusion that surrounded you, the fact that the one thing you shouldn’t do in front of a blind person was to gesture?
“Yeah, I am so incredibly sorry,” you apologized. If a small thundercloud would come floating above your head and let the rain pour down on only you, you wouldn’t even mind. It could be karma.
“It’s okay, really,” he laughed, “I can still show you the way, I’m quite the navigator.”
He held out his left arm, a welcoming smile on his face.
“Take my arm and then we’ll walk to the park together.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to do something out of your comfort zone.”
“My name is Matt Murdock and my comfort zone encompasses the whole of New York City, just accept my help.”
You laughed at his confident nature and introduction and loosely wrapped your right arm around his left as you let your name softly slip past your lips.
“So, y/n, what do you do that makes you come to the city?”
Matt started walking, a steady rhythm of thumps on the concrete as his cane hit the ground. You fell into step with him, a comfortable tread that was just fast enough for the both of you.
“I’m in PR,” you explained, “I was only supposed to be here today for a meeting, but my client got sick.”
“And you decided to go out on an adventure?”
“Yeah, but unfortunately I wasn’t very well prepared,” you laughed. “But it seems that my day was made a million times better now that I’ve got my own personal guide!”
Matt laughed, and for the whole way to the park, you talked about everything and nothing.
Matt explained his job, hence why he was dressed so fancily and why he could just take a two-hour lunch.
You told him about your dreams of owning a bigger company & he told you about his colleague and best friend, Foggy.
“Well, according to my memory, we should be at the park,” Matt announced as you rounded the corner. “Could you confirm that we are indeed at an entrance?”
“Affirmative,” you said, softly squeezing his bicep in excitement. “Does it make me a horrible human if I told you I’m glad my client called in sick?”
A laugh rumbled up through his chest, making him softly shake as you glanced up at him. The rays of the sun were hitting his face just right, giving a small glimpse at the eyes that were a little less hidden beneath the sunglasses. They seemed to be a beautiful brown, with thick lashes framing them.
“It doesn’t, not in my professional opinion at least.”
You slowly unwrapped yourself from his arm, signalling that this was the point where your ways would part.
“Thank you, Matt, really, I still would have been walking around Hell’s Kitchen like a chicken without a head without you.”
“It’s not a problem, I enjoyed this… little walk with you,” he smiled, tilting his head down in response. “I’m glad I met you.”
“I’m glad my distress makes you happy,” you joked. “No, I’m kidding I’m really glad I met you, too.”
“Unfortunately, I have to get back to my office, but next time you’re in the city you might want to get lost in Hell’s Kitchen again.”
“Lost in front of the church, where a man is sitting on a bench?”
Matt nodded as he got his phone out of his bag and held it out to you.
“I’d love it if you wanted to give me your number? You’d never be lost in the city again, I swear.”
Matt turned out to be right.
You got to know each other even better through the lengthy late-night phone calls and quick e-mails during lunch. During the late evenings in your office, you put each other on speaker to have some company - you would be working on a campaign and he would be preparing his opening statements for a case.
The publisher in New York decided to get you on retainer, meaning that you had to be in the city at least twice a month. It also meant that you got to be with each other a lot more.
And in the end, you really never got lost in that city again, because he was always there to guide you around the block.
#matt murdock reader insert#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock fic#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock fanfic#matt murdock blurb#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock#daredevil fic#daredevil blurb#daredevil imagine#daredevil#marvel’s daredevil#mcu#marvel#ariwrites
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Batfamily Fic Recs: Rare Dynamics Edition Pt2
go check out pt1 too if you like these <3
Misplaced By antrax
Words: 3,320 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audience
Relationship: Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne
Summary:
After almost a year and a half, Duke still doesn't quite fit in with his new family and he can't figure out why. Or he can, but the answer is a tad complicated, and Damian is very, very blunt.
Review:
I like this fic a lot, in fandom you tend to see a romantized version of family, which isn't bad I love that, but this fanfic shows a realistic family while still feeling cozy and comfortable, like you really are in the kitchen, dressed down in pajamas, talking with your brother. Duke's feelings of liking Damian, but finding him annoying and still reassuring him is so sweet, and at the end I almost started crying by how sweet Damian is. I feel like these two would get along really well and this fic shows what I think their relationship would be like.
2. Hot Pocket Disaster by dandelioness666
Words: 4,063 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature
Relationship: Duke Thomas & Jason Todd
Summary:
Jason slumps onto the couch. He pulls a knife out of his thigh-sheath and starts cutting off his undershirt, hissing when the tacky blood soaking through it tugs at his torn skin.
Steph collapses sideways across the cushions next to him and groans, “Literally, I am so bored right now. Does this safehouse have any games?”
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No need to read any other JTSG works to read this one! It just kind of thematically fits the vibe so I'm tossing it in with the rest. :)
Review:
I love fanfics between these two, there is so much potential for them to be close and so many possibilities for them. The way Jason trusts Duke feels so genuine and realistic considering their relationship, I also enjoyed the domestic nature of the beginning of the fic with the four of them in Dick's safehouse and the Doctor Who joke was pretty funny ngl.
3. Kryptonite By glitter_in_my_eyes
Words: 2,252 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationship: Cassandra Cain & Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain & Timothy Drake, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson
Summary:
The one where Cass finds out she has a food allergy - the hard way...
Review:
It's a good example of what Cassandra's early dynamic would be with Dick and Tim, and it shows just how much Barbara cares for her which is always nice to see considering how close they are in the comics. Also the little reminiscence of her mindset from being with her dad in the way she thinks was a good addition.
#batman#cassandra cain#ao3 fanfic#dick grayson#jason todd#batfam fic#batfamily fic#batfamily#dcu#fanfic#batdad#damian wayne#duke thomas#stephanie brown#tim drake#batfam#batman fic rec#fic rec#fic recommendation#go read it#batsiblings
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Tarlos head-cannons:
-Carlos falls asleep very easily, he could literally fall asleep anywhere. But somehow he’s the lightest sleeper. TK finds it impossible to fall asleep, only can when next to Carlos or in pitch black. But once he’s out, he’s out. He’s sleep through anything.
-TK is the biggest swiftie in the 126, so when he finds out Carlos only knows Taylor Swift songs which appear on the radio, he’s determined to make him fall in love with Taylor. Teaching him on the lore, and making him listen to all the albums. Carlos is now a huge fan, his favourite album being evermore and fearless (taylor’s version ovbi). TK’s being reputation and lover.
-Carlos has four sisters, him being the youngest out of all of them.
-TK would crumble anytime Carlos said something in Spanish. Red in the face sort of flustered, a type of flustered he’s never felt before. One time Carlos answered a phone call in front of TK and the rest of the 126, and they all noticed TK just shut down when he started speaking fluent Spanish. (They were all pretty impressed too).
-Carlos is just an elderly man in a young man’s body. There are so many examples of this throughout the show. Not knowing the show (movie?) bird box, and then proceed to refer to it as Sandra Bullock cause Nancy did is a personal fav of mine.
-TK has gone on holiday to almost all 50 us states. Carlos has never left Texas.
-There is a on going joke between the 126 crew, of wanting to find ‘their own Carlos’. Makes Carlos blush every time they make it around him. Like imagine TK told everyone (which of course he did the gossip) about how Carlos not only sat with him the entire time he was in a coma, but also moved him in after said coma. You can almost hear Paul saying, and I quote ‘damn I need to get myself a Carlos, he’s almost too good to be true,’.
-TK and Carlos found out the hard way that they have the same shoe size. Very early on, TK accidentally put on Carlos’ shoes and went to work. Everybody asked him if he got new shoes until he realised what he done.
-Carlos is as much of an night owl as TK, which took him by surprise when he moved in.
-Carlos and TK are the type of couple who would promise not to tell someone else a secret, but then immediately tell each other once they get home. Once you’ve told one of them, you tell both of them. Somehow though, no one has figured Carlos out. So they all go to him with their secrets.
-TK uses strawberry shampoo and conditioner. And lip balm.
-Carlos has a penicillin allergy and has very sensitive skin to a lot of laundry detergents. TK is allergic to kiwi and apple skin, but not apples.
#tarlos#tk strand#carlos reyes#911 lone star#im going to make more parts#these are cannon you can’t argue me#tb headcannons
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ricky potts headcanons
subsidence my children, subsidence I'm not even gonna lie I write these on my computer during school
- connoisseur of anything to do with space, and aliens. he has a whole shelf dedicated to star trek seasons + the various movies. not to mention the collection of star wars movies. - rip ricky you would’ve loved nope (2022)
- definitely collages with constance. it started as a hobby, but he made quite a few sketchbooks full of concepts, and faceclaim’s for the people of zolaria.
- he also needs a separate journal for all of his thoughts, if someone isn’t getting something he’s trying to express through sign, than he will most certainly let you know on paper.
- he had so much potential for character design and general creation bro. he started drawing when he was younger, and it morphed into one of his main ways to create.
- I love that we’ve all collectively agreed there are stickers plastered everywhere on his crutches, but I take you a step further, any surfaces computer wise, or on his sketchbook are also covered. - tumblr writer. people were very confused when he dropped off the earth one day but he was in the middle of sharing his experiences with zolaria, and his endeavors to keep it’s citizens safe. - penny and him are besties. no debates. penny started learning sign pretty early on after meeting him, and so the two of them usually communicate more frequently than ricky and the rest of the choir. - worst sense of humor, in an almost endearing way. he’ll joke to himself and laugh about it in class. a lot of, “I should write that down!” after he comes up with it. - solid he/they or just all pronoun user. how do you think he clocked noel as trans so fast. (from previous post oops) - you know who’s relationship with ricky is grossly underrated? him and mischa. - mischa hypes him up everytime he gets the chance. “Look at my cool guy friend everybody! Coolest guy in school coming through!” - they share a “nobody really listens to me, because they don’t understand at first” vibe. - ricky learned some usl (ukrainian sign language) to make sure mischa felt included, and mischa almost physically wept when he realized - ricky was one of the like four likes on mischa’s youtube. a solid resident of the bad egg channel.
- constance and noel invite him to movie nights, and usually end up painting his nails too. not to mention the various bracelets and necklaces constance has made him in her free time.
- his cats usually end up sleeping with him, so anyone with allergies worst nightmare. they pretty much dogpile on him the second he lays down
#rtc#ride the cyclone#rtc musical#ride the cyclone musical#ricky potts#ricky rtc#ricky potts rtc#ricky ride the cyclone#mischa rtc#mischa bachinski#mischa bachinski rtc#noel gruber#noel rtc#noel gruber rtc#constance blackwood rtc#constance rtc#constance blackwood#penny lamb#penny rtc#penny lamb rtc
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Spring Will Come Again
Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader
Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook
Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it
Word Count— ~10.9k
Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?
A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~
It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.
The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.
You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.
You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?
As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.
You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.
You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.
Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.
“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.
“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.
Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.
“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.
You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.
“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.
“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.
“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.
The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.
One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.
It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.
As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.
“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.
“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”
And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.
Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.
“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.
“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.
“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.
“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.
“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.
“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.
“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”
“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.
“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.
“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.
“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.
The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.
“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.
“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.
Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.
However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.
“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.
The man jumped back, startled.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.
“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.
It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.
“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.
“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”
“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.
“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.
“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.
“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”
“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.
“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.
“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.
“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.
You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.
“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.
“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.
“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.
“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.
“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.
“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.
“Kind of,” he whispered back.
“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.
“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.
“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”
“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.
“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.
“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.
“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.
“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”
“____. Yours?”
“Jeon Jungkook.”
“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.
“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”
“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.
“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.
“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.
“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.
“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.
“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.
You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.
Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.
“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.
“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.
“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.
“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.
“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.
“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.
“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.
Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.
“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.
“Sweet,” he beamed.
You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.
Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.
“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.
“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.
“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.
“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.
“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.
“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.
“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.
“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.
“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.
Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.
“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.
Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.
“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.
“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”
“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.
“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.
“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”
“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.
“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.
You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.
“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.
“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.
It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.
“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.
“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.
“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.
An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.
“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.
“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.
“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.
“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.
“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.
“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.
“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.
“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.
“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.
“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.
“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.
Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.
“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.
“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.
“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.
“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.
“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.
“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.
“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.
“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.
The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.
“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.
“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.
“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.
“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.
“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.
“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.
At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.
“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.
“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.
“Act natural!”
“How do I do that?”
“Naturally!”
His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.
“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.
“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.
His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.
“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.
“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.
You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.
“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.
“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.
“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.
“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.
“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.
“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.
“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.
Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.
“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.
“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.
You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.
“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.
Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.
Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.
“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.
Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.
He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.
“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.
“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.
“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.
“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.
“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.
“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.
“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.
“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.
You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.
The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.
“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.
“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”
“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.
All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.
“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.
“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.
You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.
Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.
“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.
“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.
The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.
“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.
“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.
“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”
“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.
“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.
Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.
“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.
“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.
Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.
He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.
“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.
“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.
You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.
You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.
Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.
He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.
“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.
“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.
“Too much?” he tilted his head.
“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.
All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.
Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.
After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”
You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.
One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.
“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.
Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.
“What?” you cocked your head.
He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”
You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.
Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.
After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.
“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.
“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.
It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.
“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.
“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.
He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.
Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.
“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.
“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.
Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.
“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.
“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.
“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.
He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.
“Ready?” you asked.
Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.
From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.
You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.
“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.
You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.
“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.
Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.
“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.
Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.
“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.
“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.
With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.
He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.
“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.
“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.
“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.
“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”
“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”
“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.
“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.
“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”
“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.
“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.
“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.
You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.
Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.
You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.
Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.
It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.
These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.
You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.
“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.
“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.
“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.
“Umm… Italy?”
“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.
“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.
“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”
“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.
Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.
Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?
You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.
“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.
“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.
You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
“Surprise,” he smiled.
“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.
“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.
“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.
“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.
Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.
“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.
“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.
“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.
Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.
Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.
“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”
“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.
“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.
He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.
Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.
“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.
“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”
“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.
Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.
“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.
His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.
“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.
“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.
You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.
You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.
“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.
“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.
“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.
He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.
He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.
“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.
“Please do,” you nodded.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.
Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.
“_____,” he whispered softly.
“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.
“Come with me.”
“What?” your eyes shot open.
“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.
His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.
“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.
“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”
“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.
“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.
“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.
“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.
“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.
“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.
“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.
“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.
“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.
Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.
“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.
“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.
You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.
He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.
“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”
“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.
It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.
Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.
Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.
You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.
“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.
“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.
‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.
“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.
Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.
“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.
“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.
“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”
You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…
“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.
“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.
“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.
“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.
“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”
You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.
“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.
“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.
“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.
“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.
“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”
You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.
“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.
“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”
“But what about my parents--”
“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.
“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.
“You knew?” you were bewildered.
“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.
“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.
“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.
“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.
Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.
“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.
“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.
“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.
Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.
He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.
As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.
Published March 26, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.
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OH MY GOD I HAD A THOUGHT!!!! I love your stuff about Wayne and sick Eddie but hear me out… Wayne and sick steve!!! Steve’s got an awful cold and he feels like shit and he wants his boyfriend so he goes over to the trailer on instinct, but of course eddie is at school. But when the Harrington boy knocks on the door looking like he’s about to fall asleep where he stands and sneezing and sniffling up a storm it’s not like Wayne Munson is letting him drive home like that. So when eddie gets back from school that day he finds a sick steve wrapped in a blanket talking to Wayne on the couch, drinking tea that wayne made him.
Whoops, I hope you like fondue because this is CHEESY. Hope you enjoy anyways. 🤍
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Wayne Munson was ducked down under the hood of his car when the crunch of tires on gravel told him he had company. Too early for Eddie to be back from school, he looked up, but he heard the boy before he saw him.
“AESSH! ISSSSH! H’ESSSH!”
“Bless you!” The man straightened up, wiping the oil off his hands with an old rag.
“Ahh! M’bister M’bunsond. You scared m’be, sorry.”
Steve sniffled against his shirt sleeve. He’d felt this cold coming on for a few days now, but today was definitely the worst. Tired of being cooped up in his empty house, he had decided he’d rather be with Eddie.
“Sorry, kid, I have that effect on people sometimes.” He joked. The man squinted at his watch, “If you’re looking for Eddie, you’re about an hour and a half early.”
Shit that’s right. Today was Friday, not Saturday…
“Oh crap. snFF he’s at school. I’b sorry, I guess I forgot what day it is- H’IGKtchew! AeetschEW! HAESSSSH!!”
Steve had turned to get back in the car when Wayne stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. “Hey now, where do you think you’re going?”
“Umm… home?”
“You take me for a fool, Steve Harrington? I ain’t letting you drive home with a cold like that. Come on in, lemme fix you up some of Wayne Munson’s cure-all tea.”
Steve didn’t really know what to say, but followed Wayne into the trailer. The older man got busy in the kitchen, pulling various spices off the rack.
“You can go ‘head and relax on the couch. There should still be some tissues over there…you know Eddie and his allergies.”
Steve laughed and sat on the couch, “You do’t have to do all this M’bister M’bunsond.”
“Don’t have to what? Take care of my nephew’s partner? Of course I do. And you’ve been around this trailer enough times, you can call me Wayne.”
A few minutes later, a mason jar of an orange liquid was being pressed into Steve’s hand. “Is this the cure-all?” He asked pathetically.
“Sure bet!” Wayne grabbed a folded blanket off the top of his recliner and draped it around Steve’s shoulders.
“Thank you.”
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A while later, Eddie pulled up from school, arriving at the trailer. He opened the door and saw his boyfriend wrapped in a blanket, next to his uncle looking at a book.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” He scoffed, “What the hell did I miss!?”
“Hi Eds. Wayne was just making me some of that snF sick tea.”
“Aww my poor guy.” Eddie dropped his bag and sat next to Steve, putting an arm around him. He knew Steve’s own parents wouldn’t take care of him like this, even if they were home, and it made Eddie’s heart gush thinking about it.
“He was actually just showing me pictures from your talent show. Nice buzz cut.” The younger man teased.
Eddie looked down and realized they’d been looking at scrapbooks Wayne made dating back to when he first became primary guardian.
“Oh my god what did I say about showing this book to people?” Eddie freaked out, ears burning with embarrassment.
“Only to family. I know.” Wayne put a hand on Steve’s shoulder and looked into his nephews eyes, “If you love him, son, Steve is family.”
#s/tranger t/hings#e/ddie m/unson#s/teve h/arrington#w/ayne m/unson#snzblr#kb writes#ask box#anonymous#steddiesnz
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Oh please may I request a Natasha X fem reader where Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for reader. Just pure fluff! I will forever be grateful! ❤️❤️
of course! i hope you like it <3
Take care of you
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary/request: Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So the reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week the reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for the reader.
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It was another day in the compound, the early sunrise started to make its way into your window, dimly lighting the room and beginning to make you stir awake.
A quiet groan escaped your lips, arms and legs automatically stretching before relaxing immediately afterwards. You’d just come back from a mission a couple of days ago, it had been exhausting and cold. So, so, cold. So it was a relief to get into pyjamas and your blanketed bed with the heating up so the room was warm, but not a furnace.
Standing up, your toes curled into the fluffy rug as you picked up a grey jumper that had been discarded beside the bed, throwing it over your figure, falling just below your thighs which were covered with loose sweatpants.
You made your way out of the bedroom and towards the communal kitchen belonging to everyone that belonged on your floor, Tony had made an all girls floor for us, apparently we need the space to deal with our 'girly stuff', that man has a way with words. Tony stayed with Pepper on their own floor and the male Avengers had been split up in small groups across other floors.
Expecting the kitchen to have a few people inside either eating or just chatting, you were surprised to see that it was empty for as far as you could see. However, it was obvious that people had been in beforehand, with the odd plate and mug lying around next to the sink.
‘Must be in training’ you thought.
Before you could walk to the kitchen island and begin to make something to eat, you heard a sneeze coming from the doorway a few steps behind you. With a small jump, you turned to see an assassin whose nose was currently the same colour as her hair.
“Sorry for scaring you.” She snuffled. Obviously the cold hit some people a little harder than others.
“It’s alright, you okay though? You sound a bit snuffly.”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just allergies.” Pulling some Frosties from the cupboard below her, exposing her side a little as her top fell forward.
You knew she was lying, she’d told you ages ago that she didn’t have any kind of hayfever or anything when you walked around the compound with antihistamines constantly in your back pocket during the spring time last year and she was making jokes about how screwed you would be if the Avengers had to fight against pollen. You weren’t impressed.
You decided to leave it be for now, let her keep up her little facade, even though you knew, and she did too, that you could read her like a book and you knew she was sick.
“Right. Allergies.” You nodded directly to your friend and teammate, walking towards her to make yourself some cereal too, smirking to yourself slightly whenever you heard her try not to audibly sniffle.
The thing about Natasha that you'd always found so bittersweet, was her stubbornness. She always stuck to her guns, always made a deal to let it be known she was correct, however it was never in a malicious way, or to make anyone feel bad, she just liked to make her point. While you admired her confidence and certainty in her words, it was also incredibly frustrating when she was determined she didn't need any help.
Back in the days when she was hesitant to trust all those around her, she wouldn't let anyone help her heal her wounds from missions she'd been hurt on. Always brushing it off with an 'I'm fine' or 'I can do it myself'. She's grown a lot since then, she even occasionally let's you braid her hair when it's fallen out or she just needs to relax a little and while you know it's mainly for practicality, you still pride yourself on the fact that she chooses you to do that for her. To help her.
"Achoo!"
You just wish she'd have that same trust in you to nurse her a little.
"Doing okay over there?" You directed to the redhead who now sat curled up into the corner of the sofa by the windows, slowly munching on her cereal and taking short, mouthy breaths
"I'm doing" sniffle "great" She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, it slowly appearing more red and irritated by the action.
You internally sigh, wondering how long it'll really take for her to fess up to you that she was coming down with something. Continuing to make your cereal and tidy up afterwards, you pick up the bowl and make your way over to Natasha.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?"
"Sure, but not too close"
"Why not?"
"Because i.."
"Because you're…?"
"Sneezing all over the place! I don't want to sneeze on you. You know how it is with your hayfever"
In her years of being a highly trained assassin, a black widow, you think that that has to have been the worst lie she's tried to pull off.
"I do, but I don't think you would"
"Huh?"
"You don't have hayfever, Nat. You're sick."
"I'm no-" she was interrupted with another sneeze, grabbing a tissue from the box sitting on the table beside her.
“Bless you.”
“thank you” she mumbled, soon beginning to realize that with every minute, her story begins to crumble and her ill health becomes more obvious.
“come on, i’m taking you to bed”
“you’re not even gonna ask me on a date first? classy.” she joked, although congested, her wit remained just as quick and just as sassy.
It was moments like these, where she made those flirty comebacks or comments that made you wonder if the feelings you’ve harbored over the past months are reciprocated. you’d always put it to the back of your mind when you’d occasionally see her and Bruce cosying up, or what appeared to be a loving gaze shared between her and Steve. You decided to put your feelings to one side, not willing to not only ruin something for Nat, but end up being hurt in the long run. It was best to stay friends.
If only you knew.
A playful glare was sent her way upon hearing her words, trying to silently communicate that try as she may, she isn’t winning this one. It felt like you were staring at each other for hours, realistically it was only a matter of seconds, minutes at a push, before she threw her head back in defeat and audibly groaned at the fact she’d lost.
“Okay. okay, fine, I surrender”
You rolled your eyes at the dramatics, all of this for some bed rest, meds and soup. Standing up from your spot, you lean down and swiftly lift the redhead up bridal style in your arms, cereal being long forgotten. One of the perks of attending Steve’s training sessions, you build up a hell of a lot of strength because that man does not go easy on you.
It was a short walk to Nat’s bedroom, her room only being at the end of the hall down from the kitchen. She was practically half asleep in your arms, her head had found its way burrowed into the crook of your neck, minutes away from falling asleep.
“Hey FRIDAY, can you unlock Natasha’s room please? Hands are kinda full.”
You heard a small click noise before the door opened slightly allowing you to gently kick it open fully so you could walk in.
“Miss Romanoff’s door is unlocked, Miss Y/L/N.”
“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
Walking in, you already had an idea of what her room would look like, having been in once or twice before. Natasha liked to keep her things tidy and in order, clothes laid away, bed made, floor clear. So to see her bed covers ruffled into a ball, tissues in the bin and scattered around and laundry in a bundle in the corner, it took you by surprise. She must really be unwell.
You took her over to the bed, laying her down gently before pressing the back of your hand to her forehead, she felt like an oven to the touch.
‘Okay. definitely a fever.’
She was in between being asleep and being awake, so you decided to leave her covers off and tidy up some of the mess in her bedroom. You discarded the tissues, hung up some clean clothes that were yet to be put away and replaced the space in the basket with her dirty laundry. Turning back to see if the assassin had fallen asleep or not, you really took in her appearance.
Her clothes were just slightly on the big side, but you could still see a faint outline of her figure, hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, letting the odd few strands escape and frame her face. Her eyes were practically fully shut, but you could still see the tint of green in them, slightly covered by her long, dark eyelashes. ‘It’s unbelievable’, you thought, ‘Her body is literally shutting down, and she still looks angelic.’
You’d be riddled with envy if you weren’t so entranced by her. Times like this, you wonder how you manage to keep your feelings to yourself.
“What” cough “what are you doing?” A raspy voice asked.
“Oh, I was just tidying up your room a bit, I know you like it to be tidy and-”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I wanted to.” You ensured.
“Thank you.” It wasn’t obvious, you had to squint to see it, but she attempted a half smile.
“I’m just going to put this stuff in the wash, do you need anything brought back for you?”
“I’m just too warm.”
Looking around the room, you looked for ways to cool her down. There was the obvious option of windows, but they were full length except a tiny rectangle at the top which wouldn’t be enough air. You racked your brain for another minute before an idea came to mind.
“Wait here, I’ll be back in a second.”
“I’ll time you.”
If you weren’t in a rush to get back as soon as possible, you would’ve made a comeback to her comment. You took the washing to the laundry room, quickly throwing it all into the machine and putting on a boil wash before dashing to your own bedroom. Eyes scanning all over the room, it didn’t take long before they landed on the desk fan sitting on top of your wardrobe. Reaching up and grabbing it, thankfully it was a small wardrobe otherwise it would’ve been an incredibly embarrassing fall, you made your way back to Nat’s room.
Entering her room, you could feel it getting warmer as time went by. The woman hadn’t moved from where you left her, still sprawled out among the sheets. You set the fan down on her bedside table, plugged it in and switched the ‘on’ button. Over the quiet whirring, you heard a faint gasp of relief leave Nat’s lips, her body visibly relaxing at the cool breeze.
“That feel better?”
“Mhmm” She murmured, shifting in her bed to get as close to the fan as possible.
“How’s your hayfever now?”
“Hmm”
You chuckled at her sudden calmness that overtook her, glad to have been able to help her out a little.
It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, the last of her energy disappeared within seconds and soft snores emitted from her. Pushing her hair back off of her forehead gently, you whispered a quiet ‘sleep well, love.’ before walking out to do some other things around the compound, reminding yourself to come back in an hour or so to check in.
You didn’t notice the affectionate smile that had made its way onto Nat’s face at your gesture.
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“Miss Y/L/N.” Friday suddenly announced, making you drop the wooden spoon you were using to stir the soup you’d made for Nat. You remember her mentioning a dish called ‘borscht’, something she used to have in Russia, it was one of her comfort dishes. It was either this, or pizza. The soup was probably the safer option.
“Miss Y/L/N?”
“Yes, sorry F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s wrong?”
“Miss Romanoff is awake and asking for you.”
“Oh, thank you! Could you let her know I'll be through in a minute?”
“Of course.”
And with a chime, F.R.I.D.A.Y. went off to pass on the message. You hastily got a bowl out of the cupboard behind you, spooning a generous amount of the soup in and covering the pot up afterwards.
The room had considerably cooled now, the fan had been on full speed since you left, the only difference was the curtains were now shut and the corner lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room.
A small ‘hi’ could be heard, although muffled, still audible. You knelt down beside her bed so you could be at the same eye level and tugged the blanket covering half of her face down.
“Hey sleepy.”
“Did I sleep for long?”
“Only an hour. Don’t worry.”
“An hour?! Ugh. I said to Clint that i’d train with him today. I’ll get dressed.” She attempted to sit up, and while successful, she looked as though she’d just got off the twister ride at the funfair. You shook your head, putting your hands on her arms and lightly pushed her back, raising your eyebrows in response to her playful glare.
“I spoke to Clint, he said he’ll catch you when he feels better. He didn’t feel up to dragging your passed out body off of the mats today.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’d be-” She sniffed, well, tried to, and looked around the room curiously before her eyes landed on the bowl beside her and then darted between it and your face.
“Did you-” She pointed towards the food “make Borscht?”
You looked down sheepishly.
“I tried. I remember you saying you used to eat it and I thought it might help. But if you don’t like it then-”
“I’m sure I will.” She reached over for the bowl, hand clasping the tea towel I slid underneath it so as not to burn her hands.
Settling with her soup, she blew on her spoon, cooling the substance before eating some. You watched anxiously, hoping you hadn’t messed up too bad, you’d only made it once before when she taught you the basics of it, so this was the first time you’d made it alone.
You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding when you saw her smile, looking at you adoringly.
“I love it.” She rasped
“You do? Is it okay?”
“More than. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” You smiled, making small talk here and there while she ate.
“Do you want me to set up a movie for you?”
“Sure.”
You walked over to retrieve her laptop, getting ‘Grown Up’s’ up on the screen. She’s recently been into Adam Sandler movies, it was a nice and easy movie to watch, it was really lighthearted. You nudged the laptop over to her, angling it so she could still see it properly when lying down. When you got up to leave, you felt a weak grip on your wrist, encouraging you to turn and meet those shimmering, slightly droopy, green eyes.
“Need anything Nat?”
“Can you stay? Please? I like your company.”
Your stomach suddenly became home to a zoo full of butterflies, as it often did when you spent time with Natasha. You’d both spent time together before obviously, but it was usually due to missions or as a group, only occasionally getting the chance for it to be just the two of you. So to have her openly request your company, it was heartwarming. Unbeknown to you, Natasha had the exact same feeling in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of the Borscht.
You gave her a nod, trying to hide the smile trying to force its way onto your face as you settled yourself down next to her, in the meantime missing the smile she was giving you, the kind where you smile with both your mouth and your eyes with a slight sparkle in them.
You looked up eventually, causing her to snap her head back towards the screen, a smile still clear as day on her face, only getting larger as you maneuvered your arm so it was behind her neck, allowing her to get closer, which she did. So close that you could feel her ragged breathing on your chest.
If you had to use one word to describe how you’re feeling right now?
It’d be warmth. The air may have been cold, the bowl left on the side will inevitably be the same. But all you can feel, is the warmth of the blankets spilling over the bed. The warmth from the laptop. The warmth radiating from the one who you admired so dearly beside you. And most vital of all, the warmth running through your entire body, making your heart feel full. If you had the chance, you’d bottle this feeling and treasure it forever.
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A week went by, and Natasha was almost fully recovered, just having to take her medicine and rest when she can, but she’s now able to walk around the compound more often. However, although she’s had this freedom returned, she doesn’t appear to long for it as much as she did a week ago.
When she woke up in the morning, she’d roll her eyes when you’d told her she couldn’t go and train, she had to stay in bed. Unimpressed with not being able to go about her day as usual, she’d try and convince you that you were being dramatic.
'I don’t need to stay in bed.'
'You're worrying over nothing!'
'Let me leave my bedroom.'
'I’m perfectly able to go and train.'
She wasn’t, and was soon proven wrong as she collapsed back on the bed with a cracking headache.
But now, after the last 7 days of eating with you, watching movies with you and just generally indulging in conversations until she fell asleep with you, she started to feel like she didn’t want to feel better, she wanted this time with you to last forever. If she didn’t have feelings for you before, she most definitely did now. Or more so that she recognised it more now. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the way you took the time to make her favourite foods, or maybe it was the way you always made sure to check in with her and how she was feeling. Although, it also could’ve easily been the way your eyes lit up at the funny scenes in a movie, similar to the way they did whenever you made eye contact with her.
“Nat? Earth to Nat?” Lost in her thoughts, Natasha blinked a couple of times to focus back on the girl in front of her, smiling as always.
“Sorry, daydreaming.” She chuckled, her face feeling warmer as a blush appeared on her cheeks.
“Don’t worry” You laughed. “I was just letting you know that I'm gonna go and get your Nyquil, it should help with the headache and sore throat.”
“Ah, so I'm getting the good stuff now?” She winked
“I think you deserve it, plus, you’ve blown through the last of the ibuprofen.” You gave her a playful glare, both of you knowing that you’d have to go and buy some more, but you didn’t mind, you’d have gone to all 50 states for it if you had to.
“What can I say? I’m sick” Pulling the puppy eyes, not being able to last a minute without bursting into a grin, which you responded with a dramatic faint for an exit out of the room, leaving to go and get the Nyquil.
Getting her to take it was easy enough, dealing with a sleepy Nat, not so easy.
“Y/NNNN”
“Yes?”
“I don’t like this movie.” She grumbled, pushing her face further into the pillow as her sign of protest.
“What’s wrong with this one?”
“It’s stupid.”
“You love this movie!”
“No.”
“Right, what would you like instead?” You asked, already clicking out of the movie to go and pick another one for the fourth time.
“I don’t wanna watch anything anymore.”
“Okay. I’ll turn it off then. Still want me to stay?”
“Please”
“Alright.”
You shut down the laptop, putting it to the side and lay down next to the redhead who was trying to fight sleep. You reached forward to put some hair that was in her face, behind her ear, trying to ensure she was comfortable. It must’ve worked because before you could pull your hand away, her face nuzzled into your palm, eyebrows easing from their furrow.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered so quietly that if there was any other noise in the room, there’s no chance you would’ve heard it.
“It’s my pleasure Nat.”
She opened her eyes fully now, instantly meeting yours, they were cloudy with sleep. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you, neither one of you daring to break eye contact, I hadn’t taken any medicine yet I was still falling asleep with how peaceful it was. I woke up more when she started to murmur again, this time, it was incoherent.
“What was that?”
“I like you.”
“I like you too, Nat.” You smiled warmly
“Noo, as in, I like you.”
You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop. Is she actually- Is this- what?
“You’re just tired, love.” She shook her head
“m not that” Yawn “tired.”
“Tell you what, get some sleep and then tell me in the morning when the meds have worn off, okay?”
“m’kay. I will y’know”
“I believe you” You were hesitant with her words, unsure about whether this was a moment she’d forget tomorrow and it’s not her true feelings, or if it was true and the circumstances had just convinced you otherwise.
But, true to her word, the next morning when you woke up, still groggy from the sleep, she was laying there almost wide awake with a toothy grin.
“morn-“ And before you could finish your word, her lips were on yours. They felt like the perfect fit, moving against yours at a gentle pace, though still not enough to let you process what was actually going on.
“Morning” She pulled away.
“That enough confirmation for you?”
more than enough.
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Don’t Cry No Tears ❄️
Shang Chi x Ex Black Widow Reader
Summary: Shangqi shows his girlfriend, an ex-Black Widow, the true wonders of the first snowfall of the Season.
A/N: I just CAN’T let go of this Shang Chi and Ex Black Widow pairing! I might make it a series, who knows!
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Seasons weren’t that big of a deal to you. You were accustomed to blend into them when you were a Widow in the past, having to adapt to any weather to situation.
Yet now you didn’t have to, it was like you were seeing it through a new set of eyes.
Summer time was terrible: too hot for you to just sit and try to cool down. And you burned like a lobster.
Springtime was a nightmare on your allergies, sniffling all the time and feeling heavy in the head.
Fall was weird: Some days it was hot and some days it was cold. The orange and yellow leaves weren't so bad though.
Winter was a different beast.
Something about the cold made you remember your old life as a Widow. You had no idea if it was the bite of the cold on your skin, or just being in the vast wasteland of white that made you think of your old ways.
Now once again it was Winter at ten Avengers Compound, you were waking up early one morning to the soothing touches and kisses across your nose and cheeks. Although you were in a deep sleep, you knew those touches and kisses instantly. You reminded yourself every morning when you woke up: Your were safe, you were free, and you were with him.
Shangqi, the light in your ever darkness.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” he hummed against your forehead with his lips. You grumbled.
“What is it?” You groaned, wanting to sleep in some more. Yet Shangqi tutted and pulled the covers down adn away from you. You glared at him, seeing his handsome and yet playful gaze at you.
“It’s snowing outside!” He sounded like a child on Christmas. It was cute, although too early for you to indulge in.
“You can go jump in yourself,” You said in a grumble, yet you were getting a bit pliant as he wrapped his arms around you to gently pull you up from your spot in the bed. You sighed, becoming too easy to give in with him. You had to wonder when you got soft and a pushover.
Yet when you looked in the eyes on your boyfriend, the man who took your darkness and brought it to light, you knew why.
Shangqi merely grinned at him, that smile would make any icy heart melt.
“It’s better to enjoy it now before it turns to ice and gets uncomfortable.” He reminded you gently as he pushed your hair out of your eyes with his fingers, “And I don't wanna go out there all alone and enjoy it by myself. I’d rather be with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend,”
“What a dilemma for you,” You joked with him with small sarcasm, yet your smile was growing on your face as he was peering into your eyes and still holding you close. You finally sighed, Shangqi chuckling as he saw he won the battle.
“Fine,” you complied, “But I’m coming inside when I start to freeze and turn into a popsicle,”
“Deal,” he hummed in victory.
You both threw on your winter clothes, you learned how to work with layers when you used to be a Widow in the past and you had to move fast. Although you had no mission now, you still used layers and nothing too heavy.
Shangqi was all too excited to go out, waiting patiently for you as your braided your hair back and threw on your gloves. You never felt rushed with Shangqi, it was the many things that you loved about him.
Once you two were finally ready to take on the snow, Shangqi took your hand in his and held open the door for you to the outer courtyard of the Avengers compound.
The cold hit your skin first, having you recoil for a moment before the blinding whiteness of the scenery around you almost blinded you. It took you a moment to adjust.
Yet once you did, it was breathtaking.
The snow covering the entire area looked so soft and peaceful, like some kind of wonderland as the light snowflakes were cascading down onto the ground. You felt a few snowflakes touching your skin, the cooling touch against your red cheeks was sensation. It was so quiet, quiet and serene to drink in.
It made you realize you never once, not in your memory, you recall enjoying a soft moment in the snow ever in your life. You never had a moment to pause and drink in the serenity and the gentleness of the first snowfall.
Something inside of you, the feeling of peace and almost safety was going over you like a snowy blanket.
Shangqi’s hand in yours squeezed slightly, having you look over at him and seeing him peer down at you with his soft smile and loving gaze in his eyes. You saw the snowflakes in his dark hair, on his eyelashes, and even on his cheeks as you two were looking at each other.
“You look beautiful in the snow, sweetheart,” He hummed to you, making it sound so simple to say but it was so much for you to hear. You grinned widely, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before you looked down at the powder on the ground in front of your boots.
Reaching down, you took a handful and stood back up, cupping the cold substance in your hands and feeling it already starting to melt in your warm palm. You giggled.
“It’s so soft,” You hummed, then looking at Shangqi with a mischievous raised eyebrow and grin. Shangqi’s smile faded away, almost looking worried.
“Don’t you dare--” Before he could finish, he threw the snow at him. He only got a bit on his face, dodging the rest as you laughed. The laugh ran out in the courtyard, a hearty one as you felt so whole there, feet deep in the snow and with your boyfriend and lover. Shangqi playfully glared at you.
“Oh, you’re dead!” He said, you bolting away from him as he reached down to get his ammunition.
This went on for a few solid minutes, the two of you in a snowball fight. Shang Chi may of had the upper hand with speed and being able to dodge the snowballs you threw, but you were skilled in aiming precisely where you wanted to hit.
The only sounds were hard were the crunching of snow from your feet and you digging up snowballs, and your laughter echoing off the walls of the Avenger building.
The snow was starting to chill you after a while, yet you had no heart to stop with Shang as you two were circling each other like it was a game fo cat and mouse.
Shangqi finally got the upper hand with you, tackling you to the snow ground and your shrieks were hearing in the air as you fell into the pillow of cold. Shangqi hovered over you, a grin plastered on his face and laughter on his lips. You were laughing too, sinking into the snow and feeling the cold sink into your jacket and your hair as you peered up at him.
For a moment, you thought of him as an angel.
Shangqi was an angel. He saved you from being alone, being in the dark and shut away from the world.
You paused under him, gazing at him with your rosy cheeks and your red tipped nose.
Shangqi was always there for you since you left that old life. He show it that it was oaky to have a shitty past but a promising future. He expressed to you that a family can be found, not just made.
Most importantly, that even the severely broken can be mended.
Shangqi mended you, thoroughly and completely.
You leaned up to kiss him, his cold lips against yours spread warmth into your blood stream as you both held the kiss in the snow pile you both were perched in. Shangqi leaned into you, never one to stray from a kiss from you as you sighed against his lips and embrace. You felt one of his hands touch your neck, making you shiver from feeling the ice cold fingers. Yet you leaned in closer, not wanting to be far away from him.
You had no idea if it was the snow that made you act like this, or that you were in a simple state of mind of peace and sanity, but your love for Shangqi was getting deeper and wider.
“I love you,” you hummed against his lips, feeling him smile as you opened your eyes and gazed at him. Shangqi looked back, pure love in his eyes as he was searching your orbs.
“And as much as I want to make out on the snowy ground with you,” You started, seeing Shangqi laugh and lean down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, “I am officially cold. Let’s go inside and warm up,”
“As you wish, my Milady,” Shangqi hummed in a face British Accent, getting up and pulling you up to then have you in his arms, bridal style. You almost squealed from the movement, sighed in a smile as your arms went around his neck.
“I can make us some hot apple cider and we can sit in front of a fire,” He hummed as he walked the pair of your towards the door, “And we can find other ways to warm each up….”
You giggled and slightly blushed, though Shangqi showed no shame in what he said
“I’m just giving you options,” he reasoned.m, “But cider and a fire first!”
“Sounds heavenly,” you replied in a grin, resting your head against his chest. You took one last look at the snow atmosphere around you, feeling beyond content. All it took was a few minutes in the snow to change you worldview of Winter.
In the past, Winter was bleak and forgettable.
Now with Shangqi, you weren't going to forget anytime soon.
The End.
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𓂃 ✿Making hot chocolate with them
Serving size- 0.9k
Nutritional facts- Modern!au + Gn! Reader + the tiniest dash of hurt!comfort + established!relationship
Allergy warning- none :0
Overview- in the title! + reader is very passionate about Christmas.
Contents- albedo, kaeya
Instructions- best read in any mode
Formula- fast fic
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Cafe notes - bro Ik ik I'm so late to Christmas but cut me some slack ok😪
.🐄 യ🥛•₊˚ Albedo
Rushing down the stairs of your house you were very excited to tell your husband about some seasonal traditions, just to burst open the lab door to inform him about the Holidays.
"Albedo Albedo!"
"Hm?"
Though you were very excited about Christmas and just holidays in general albedo sempt more interested in his current experiment, you didn't mind though you knew what it meant to him. But he should also have a little Christmas cheer!
"Let's make hot choco,I swear it won't get in the way of your work!"
"Well, you kind of already are since you bursted into my lab."
"But bedo..."
"I'm kidding, we should have some cocoa powder in the pantry."
"See,I knew you had some Christmas spirit in you!"
Dragging along albedo from the lab to the kitchen, jeez he knew you were passionate about certain holidays but never knew you would literally drag him to the kitchen, it was worth it though he loved seeing you so happy and jumpy. Although your unaware of it albedo would do near to anything simply to make you smile.
"Ok ok, were here now you can stop dragging me."
"Oh! Sorry about that."
As you slured your apology as you rushed to find the cocoa powder, maybe here? No that's seasoning or maybe in the fridge, hm you seem to have no luck. Where could it be?
"I can't find it, are you sure we have some left?"
"Yes I'm certain we have some left,have you looked in the pantry?"
"Ooh, well now I see it thanks bedo!"
Grabbing the kettle and pouring in some water from the kitchen sink, you glanced onto photo hanging up on the fridge, it's you and
Albedo from when you went out for ice skating last year. He looks so pretty right here, well he looks pretty all the time but he looks extra pretty here!
"Dear the kettle is overflowing, you might want to turn off the pipe."
"O- oh aha sorry again I was just distracted!"
"No need for sorry, but what is it exactly you were distracted by?"
" Nothing too important, the real thing we should be paying attention to is the cocoa
!"
Albedo doesn't second guess your answer and puts the kettle on the burner, and he feels a strange warmth but not from the kettle it's from your hands, guess he was a little distracted too huh?
"This is nice, we should do some more stuff like this, don't you say dear?
You nod in agreement, feeling as if your mouth couldn't open due to the sweetest predicament you two were in and albedo's sweet voice that could just melt your heart to bits.
.🐄 യ🥛•₊˚Kaeya
"Kae baby are you break right now?"
He was surprised by your timing, it's normally either you come an hour early or an hour late.What could have caused your sudden change in time management skills?
"Your on time? Well, what could have caused this, enlighten me."
"Can we make hot cocoa please?"
Your only motivation to come here was to make hot chocolate, really? I mean don’t get him wrong it’s very cute but only if you could come on time to his office every day, wouldn’t that be nice?
“So you didn’t come here to see me? How rude of you, my dearest!”
As Kaeya said the words in a mocking manner while fielding with his watch, he could see annoyance arising on your face. It was a bit humorous if he was being honest watching your cheeks get all puffy over one sentence. As much he found it cute you were kinda annoyed due to the sheer amount of time this man picked fun at you, still, you knew it was all in good manner.
“ Kaeyaaa is that a yes or a no because I wanna’ do this now!”
“I'm just joking lovely you know that, let’s go make some right now.”
Rolling out of his chair giving a soft smile, how much prettier could his man get? You always have been amazed by how loving and caring your husband could be at times, other times? Other times this man was an absolute menace, a jerk at that but no matter what he's feeling he'll always be your husband, now isn't that sweet?
"It's common for people to stare at me but my own lover of 4 years? You really are infatuated with me aren't you love?"
The sheer embarrassment was enough to make you turn into the hallway hoping that Kaeya wouldn't follow but something told you that wasn't the case, maybe it was the familiar footsteps or his chuckling which ever one it was he sure was not planning on letting his one up.
"Aw don't run away now sweetheart,what happened to us making hot chocolate?"
"Well we can't do that if your pinning me down the wall,"
"Huh what's that,I can't hear you, you're going to have to speak up!"
"Keaya!"
You said giving him a playful jab on his shoulder signaling for him to let you go, you just wanted to make hot chocolate and now you're pinned to a wall? Guess this is just your average antics with Keaya.
"Ok ok! Let's go make hot chocolate, didn't know you were such a party pooper,"
Although you bricked like a married couple,which you were, it was never serious. Just one more thing to love about him huh? His charms really do work.
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eddie buys chrissy flowers despite being allergic- he may end up miserable, but it's worth it to see her smile like that :)
He feels like he's fourteen again, ready to walk Allison Mackenna into the gym for the annual Snowball Dance. His hands are a little sweaty and his stomach is twisting nervously. What if he's gotten the wrong ones? What if she hates them? What if she's not even the type to like flowers? His mind flashes back to a year ago when he'd seen Carver hand her those pretty wildflowers, and how her eyes had lit up. Ok, flowers are good.
Calm down Munson.
Sniffling and rubbing his nose into his shoulder, Eddie grips the stems of the red and black roses, waiting for Chrissy to walk out of the locker rooms. There's some students milling about, a couple of them directing stares in his direction. He's so used to it now it doesn't even faze him. First he was Eddie 'the freak' Munson. Now, as of seven months ago, he's Eddie 'Chrissy Cunningham's Boyfriend' Munson. It's been the weirdest change of his life, but he definitely isn't complaining.
"h'NGkt! hh'Ihksh! nXKt'uh!!"
The sickeningly sweet smell of the roses wafting into his face makes his nose itch, nostrils still twitching even after the three sneezes he stifles into his arm.
Hearing girls right behind the door, he steps back a bit, not wanting it to hit him. The door opens and a few of the cheerleaders walk out, smiling at Eddie or waving. He'd been surprised by how quickly Chrissy's friends had taken to him. They may not talk a lot, but they're kind to him and don't try to ignore him like most of the basketball players do. One of the cheerleaders, Amy, his brain reminds him, lets out a coo.
"Are those for Chrissy? She's going to love them."
"Yeah, here's hoping, right?" He gives another sniffle and smiles as the brunette walks away.
Chrissy makes her way out a minute later, while Eddie's rubbing his left eye with his free hand. She spots him, then she notices the flowers and her dark blue eyes light up. Bouncing over, like she's floating on air, she grins.
"Are these for me?"
"Actually, I'm meeting Ms.Albury here, uh...this is awkward..." Eddie jokes playfully, leaning down the seven inch height difference to press a kiss to her cheek. Chrissy giggles and catches his mouth.
"Well, Ms.Albury better appreciate it," she teases back.
"Oh, I'm s-sure she wihhll," his breath hitches, nostrils twitching again. An itch buzzes in his sinuses, and as his eyes flutter shut and he turns, he feels Chrissy take the flowers from him, only causing pollen to rustle into the air.
"ihh'GnKT! ih'nKT'uh! hih'ngkTCH'uh! snf! God, sohhry," Eddie tugs his bandana out of his back pocket, smothering another handful of sneezes into it. "ngKkt! hihh'KTtch! ihhHhGKxxt!"
Rubbing the bandana against his septum, jiggling it to try and get the intense itch right at the tip of his nose, the guitarist finally wipes his face and sniffles wetly, eyes red and watery.
"Jesus, I am so sorry Chris," Eddie gives her an apologetic look. She gets on her tip toes and presses a kiss to his curls.
"You're only sneezing because you got me flowers. Self sacrificing idiot," she teases, holding his hand. "Lets get you back to your place so we can get an allergy pill into you. They make you so sleepy, we can have an early night."
"But the party-"
"Is just a party, E, it's fine, there will be more."
Eddie sniffles and rubs his eye again. "Fine."
"I'm driving."
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My headcannons for the celestials in MSM.
All: Generally speaking, there’s only one of each celestial. I just don’t think of them as a species. More like gods. Personal pronouns. From oldest to younger. Torrt, Scaratar, Vhamp, Syncopite, Hornacle, Blasoom, Furnoss, Attmoz, Glaishur, Loodvigg, Plixie, Galvana.
Torrt: *he/him* The definition of sweet grandpa. Very slow and shacky. Cannot hear anything, screaming will not help. However, can here the smallest whisper. Has a garden of flowers with Blasoom. Torrt can and would kick someone butt.
Scaratar: *She/Her* Second sweet granny. Love to knit, uses silk that Scaratar makes. Likes to collect bugs and know fun facts about them. Never mad. Will give you head pats and call you “deary”. Has really bad eyesight, so uses glasses when things get hard for her.
Vhamp: *He/They* Quiet, but always grumpy. When moving small squeaks can be heard. It really hurts for Vhamp to move around really, so they prefer to stay in one place. Likes to collect old antiques and small things. Mostly watches, likes the mechanism. Can repair anything. Breaks things down and builds them all over again.
Syncopite: *He/Him* Looks mean but really a cool guy. Loves to dance, mostly break dancing. When visiting down below for hikes he likes to find rocks along the way. Makes bracelets out of rocks and gems for the other celestials. Goes on mini rants about birthstones and which ones are right.
Hornacle: *He/She* Pure pirate energy, explorers in the deep sea now and again. Loves to fight big sea creatures and brags about winning. Refuses to talk about how she lost his leg. Loves sea shells. Smells like salt water all the time. Got a huge potty mouth and swears all the time, however Hornacle can watch her month around children believe it or not.
Blasoom: *They/Them* Doesn’t talk much, but will talk nonstop to plants. Very protected over their plants. The only one who can take care of them is Torrt. If someone has allergies, don’t go near Blasoom. you’ll go into a sneezing fit. If not, smells wonderful. Like to attract different types of bugs with they’re flower just for Scaratar.
Furnoss: *He/Him* Can’t move, Furnoss legs can’t suport he’s weight. The arms on his body still work, just can do much.Can use he’s oven, in fact Furnoss is a really baker. Thinks of Kayna as his daughter. Standing by Furnoss is ether a good idea or a bad one. Because it’s really like standing near an oven. Melts metal down for Vhamp.
Attomz: *He/Him* An Ultimate 80s man. Knows how to ride a skateboard. Probably been to a ton of rock concerts. Attomz and Galvana can make thunderstorms together. The two like to pull pranks with it. Love telling daddy jokes and puns. Has a record Collection of classic rock and roll.
Glaishur: *Them/They* It goes without saying that Glaishur has a heart of gold. They’re good to vent out your problems too. Because they listen and give you some advices. A good hairdresser, the only one who can do the other hair right. Loves giving hugs, their hugs are like a cozy blanket. Very emotional, they will cry at anything. But they never uncontrollable sobs, just some tears and sniffles.
Loodvigg: *He/him* A shy gentleman, very formal when speaking. Don’t look into Loodvigg’s eyes. You’ll start to hallucinating your worst nightmares. So don’t be upset when he doesn’t make eye contact. Can climb on walls and ceilings. Secretly a good singer, but is too self conscious to sing in front of everyone. Despite being the element of shadow, Loodvigg really likes to sleep at night. Early to bed, early to rise. Huge bookworm, favorite types are horror, history, and romance books.
Plixie: *Them/They* Big nerd, loves anime and sci-fi media. A cat lover how else did Ghazt get it’s looks. Shares the same GenZ humor as Galvana. Both of them quote vines and tiktoks to each other all the time. Very gullible, tell them all outlandish thing and they’ll take it as truth. Has the memory of an elephant, remembers the smalls of details.
Galvana: *She/they* A child in an adult’s body. Has the energy has a kid on a sugar rush, once in a blue moon, she can be calm and serous. Sleep? What’s that? She went with out sleep for ten months, after that they were focus to take naps once a day. Loves to mess around with everyone with either Attomz or Plixie. Wubbox is her baby boy, love him with all their heart. However it took awhile for them to get use to the Wublins, but after sometime treats them like grandkids. Touch them is like touching those electric orbs. Just don’t shake her hand, she could stop your heart.
#my singing monsters dawn of fire#my singing monsters#msm celestials#headcannons#this was fun to make
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Incorrect Quotes - Masterlist
#1 Dad
10 years
Allergies
Alone
Attention
Author
Bad Jokes 1
BDSM
Betrayal
Best friends
Body
Body feature
Break up
Brotherly love 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Coffee
Combat
Coward
Cuddles
Danger
Dating App
Decent
Delusional?
Dessert
Driving
Drinking Game
Drunk
Early bird
Ex
Eye to eye
Family Therapy
Favor
Flowers
For the record
Friends
Gourmet
Heatwave
Homework
Hugs
I don't bite
Insomnia
It’s gonna be alright
Just friends
Just like you
Just my type
Kneel!
Life lessons with Loki 1 2 3
List
Magic in Bed
Magic Trick
Married life
Movie night
Medical scare 1 2 3
Mixed signals
Neighbor
Nervous
New Places
No
On my mind
Point of view
Problem
Secret
Shirt
Shut up
Small talk
Smile
Swear
Tea
Team work
True introvert
Tan lines
Thinking out loud
Treassure
Trust
That’s how it ends
Two can play that game
Valhalla
Verbatim
Variants
Work
Yearning
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Hey! I’m back with another request!
Reader and Ted practicality have all the same classes and whenever they have to do projects or work in pairs Ted without fail or shame is always like “Can she work with me! Please!” Even in front of the class So he can flirt with her during the project
She/her pronouns pls :D
Also I LOVED ORBITING JUPITER I NEVER HEAR ANYONE TALK ABOUT IT
An Ode to You
Ted Nivison x reader [she/her used]
The teacher, Mrs. Statham, smacked a stack of papers on her rolling cart. She lined the edges of them up to make it straight, then held the stack in her off arm. She turned to face the class, smiling kindly as she stood tall in her professional shoes.
“This week, we’re starting a project. You and a partner will be writing poetry based on prompts and discussing your different styles of writing. Your partner will be randomly assigned-“ the class groaned, some shutting books in protest. “Hey. It’s 9am, you think I want this either?” The class grew quiet. “Exactly. Now, I’m pulling names from a hat. First is…”
y/n leaned into her open palm, closing her eyes for a moment. She could hear students shuffling around their chairs, tennis ball covered legs scraping the cheap cement. She ran a hand through her hair, leaning back to stretch her back over the cheap school chair.
“YES.” Someone stood quickly in the opposite corner of the room, the scraping and falling sound of the chair making y/n jump. She opened her eyes to see her classmate Ted standing up in the corner with his arms upright in a cheering motion. He smiled widely, looking over towards y/n. He quickly realized his outburst, dropping his arms and pushing his glasses further onto his face. “Should I pick up that chair?”
“Yes, Ted. Then go move over to your partner.” Mrs. Statham shook her head, going back to the task she’d been working on before hand. Ted gathered his things, placing the chair back to where it belonged, and headed across the classroom to where y/n sat. He pulled the chair next to her out and sat down, smiling widely.
“Hey, come here often?”
y/n rolled her eyes, trying to hide a small smile. “Good morning Ted.”
“Good morning gorgeous.” Ted looked away from y/n, sorting through his backpack for a spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil. He turned back to y/n, intending to say something, but Mrs. Statham spoke first.
“All partners have been assigned. On the board are types of poetry and some one-word prompts. Yes you and your partner must pick the same type of poem and prompt. If you have any questions, I’ll be up here grading. Go ahead.”
The students began chattering as Mrs. Statham went to her desk. y/n huffed, staring at the board. She wasn’t well-versed on types of poetry, and the list was quite long.
“How about an Ode? You know like an Ode to something?” Ted gestured with his pencil as he talked. “I’ll let you pick the category.”
“An Ode to…” y/n scanned the board, looking for the right word. “Does that say darling?”
“No?” Ted squinted as he looked at the board as well. “I think it says daring. But I like darling! An ode to darling.”
y/n smiled, turning to begin writing in her own notebook. The rest of the lesson went on with only a few scattered comments from Ted.
“What color are your eyes?”
y/n looked up at him, confused. “Why?”
“Never mind I got it.” Ted furiously scratched at his paper, y/n returning to her own.
“What season is your favorite would you say?”
“Fall.” y/n set down her pencil, smiling kindly at Ted. “I like the leaves and it’s usually a nice temperature out. You?”
“I’m a late spring early summer kind of guy.” Ted taped his pencil over and over in a slow rhythm he could only hear in his head. “I mean, unless you have a pollen allergy.”
“Why?”
“I can’t take you out if you’ll be sneezing and coughing the whole time. I don’t know, maybe the fall could be a good time.” Ted waved like he was getting rid of an idea. “I’ll figure it out.”
“Okay?” y/n thought to herself for a moment, then ignored Ted’s question to go back to her work.
“Hey what’s your-“ Ted was cut short by the ringing of the school bell. He groaned dramatically as y/n stood to gather her things. “No! Stop.”
“Why?” y/n didn’t stop, instead zipping her bag shut and throwing it over her shoulder. Ted grabbed onto the edge of her shirt, tugging slightly.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Ted, I have a class across the school. I’ll see you tomorrow.” y/n gently pulled her shirt from Ted’s grasp. He sighed, standing up.
“Fine. Let me walk you there at least?”
It took Ted all of a minute to gather his things. He shouldered his back pack and led y/n out of the classroom. He let his hand fall to his side, gently taking y/n’s middle finger and wrapping his own finger around it. He looked down at her, smiling softly, and held on tighter when she showed no sign of discomfort.
The two walked in silence across the school, taking y/n to her science class. Ted stopped her before she walked in, keeping her finger is his grasp. “Can I see you later?”
“Ted, we have class tomorrow. I’ll see you then.” y/n patted him in the arm, politely excusing her self. She watched him walk backwards down the hall, and turned to walk into the class.
“I’ll be thinking of you!” She rolled her eyes at Ted’s outburst, avoiding the peering eyes of her classmates.
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The next few days continued the same way; Ted endlessly flirting while y/n write her ode. The writing came easy to her. She wrote about the stars, about the constellations and the night sky. It was a basic topic she knew, but it was easy to write about and it fit the prompt. She wasn’t sure what Ted had written about, but by now everyone had finished their poems, and it was time to present.
“Alright, Ted and y/n?” Mrs. Statham sat behind her desk, yawning into her mug of tea. “Please state your type and prompt.”
“We chose an Ode, and I miss read the prompt so instead of daring we chose darling?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes on the grading sheet in front of her. “I like it. Go ahead.”
y/n cleared her throat. She looked over at Ted, waiting to see who would go first. He gestured to her, offering her to go first while smiling kindly. Oddly enough, for it being the first class of the day, Ted seemed to be the most awake in the classroom.
“For darkness around you, a pattern to make do…” y/n read robotically from the sheet of paper in front of her. The poem lasted only ten seconds, letting her quickly set it aside and awkwardly smile at her classmates. There was light clapping from the crowd, complimentary almost.
“Very good.” Mrs. Statham scribbled on the grading sheet with a blue pen. “And what was that called again?”
“An Ode to the Stars.”
“Thank you. Ted you’re next?”
Ted nodded eagerly, straightening himself. He smoothed down the front of his shirt and looked expectantly at Mrs. Statham. “Do I-“
“There are no extra credit points for memorization. However, if you’d like to, go ahead.”
“Thank you.” Ted turned back to y/n, smiling widely. “I’m encaptured in your loving stare; My darling girl, my lady, fair.”
Ted went on for a long minute, leaving y/n a flustered mess. Every stanza, Ted found a new way to look at her. A new way to gesture to her. A new way to emphasize the lines he spoke. And after that long minute, the class fell silent for a moment before clapping loudly for Ted’s display.
“Thank you both. Class, did we notice any differences in Ted and y/n’s writing?”
Someone y/n didn’t know the name of put their hand upwards, prompting Mrs. Statham to call on them. “Well, y/n wrote about an object, Ted wrote about a person.”
“Good. Is there anything else we can infer class?”
“Oh!” Someone in the back classroom sat up straighter as they shouted out. y/n couldn’t quite see who it was. “y/n wrote kind of factual? Like things that we could all see. But Ted sees the person differently than we’d normally… perceive them?”
“Yeah. Exactly. Alright good job you two, go ahead and take your seats.”
Ted followed y/n to the shared desk in the far corner of the classroom. Another set of students went up to present theirs, and y/n kept her eyes glued forward on the pair, avoiding looking at Ted.
“I really liked yours.” Ted leaned over to whisper in her ear. She jumped a bit, surprised by how close he sat. “I think it was beautiful.”
“Thanks.” y/n chewed at the inside of her lip. “What was yours called again?”
“An Ode to You.”
“Sorry?” y/n tried to swallow the heat rising to her face, trying to not be flustered in front of Ted.
“It’s called An Ode to You.”
“To me?”
“No— well.” Ted twirled a pencil around in his finger tips. “It’s called An Ode to You, not like An Ode to y/n, I mean technically it is about you-“
“Me? What, are you flirting?”
Someone snorted in the seat in front of y/n and Ted. “You just noticed?”
y/n watched Ted’s face turn bright red. “I mean, they’re right. You just noticed?”
“I assumed it was a joke.”
“Why would I be joking?” Ted looked at y/n with concern etched across his face.
“I don’t know! Are you not joking?”
“No.” Ted very gently took y/n’s hand in his. “y/n, my darling. I would never joke about you.”
“Well Ted, honey, it’s 9am and you’re flirting with a tired teenager.”
“Can I flirt with you some other time?”
“Yes.” y/n yawned, stretching her arms upwards. “Any other time.”
“Tonight then? 7 o’clock?”
“Why 7-?” y/n stopped, her face becoming increasingly heated as the realization came to her. “A date? You want to take me on a date?”
The school bell rang and Ted stood from the desk, placing a folded piece of paper in front of y/n. “Text me, I’ll come pick you up.”
She watched Ted walk away, then looked down at the paper. On it read a phone a number that she assumed belonged to ted. When she unfolded it, however, was a hand written poem with a title reading, An Ode to y/n.
#ted nivison#ted nivison x reader#chuckle sandwhich x reader#chuckle sammy#chuckle sandwich#lunch club x reader#lunch club
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the scarf came back
Hey @rabbitbride all for you
For the rest of you: Spoilers for “Mr. Pidgeon #72″ and “Gang of Secrets” so you know, scroll past this post if you don’t want it.
This episode is where the story starts anew. Allegedly, the original concept of the story was one where Alya knew that Marinette was Ladybug, and now we’ve reached that point. After three seasons of almost every episode ending with a return to start, where change in status quo happened only in the season finales, S4 was announced to bring about a change of pace. And boy howdy did this episode make that point.
First, a promise of the end to repeat akumatisations because character models are expensive and time-consuming. Mr. Pidgeon was the akuma victim of one of the earliest episodes, and the show clearly recognised his iconic status with his numerous later appearances (down to being in “Miraculous Crush”, no joke). The one man who has always been akumatised will be akumatised no more; the seventy-second time was the last Mr. Pidgeon. His story is over, and I don’t think it was a coincidence that it was he who was akumatised in the episode telling us that in the future, things have changed for Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Second: This episode also reset the Love Square. Kagami is making it abundantly clear that she has no intention of going back to Adrien, Marinette has his pics back on the wall. She says she is totally over him, though Alya clearly isn’t convinced. Marinette is sincere in her attempts at getting Adrien and Kagami back together (further proving my point that her decision to give up on him wasn’t about him, but about Kagami), but she’s not convincing Kagami as she projects her own feelings onto her. Luka, who’s that? Not mentioned once in the entire episode. The episode ends with replaying and explicitly calling back to the moment where Marinette fell for Adrien, only this time including him in her then clumsy actions; seems like Ladybug might finally have competition for real, huh. (put on “Ce mur qui nous sépare” for suitable background music)
But more interesting than either of those two is the thematic connection being drawn between Marinette’s creativity, her love of Adrien, and Ladybug’s literal powers of creation. Because there is one other very early episode being referred in this episode, relating directly to the Love Square and to the personal conflict between Marinette and Gabriel, and Adrien’s place in it.
Because the second chronological episode is “The Bubbler”, where Marinette makes Adrien a scarf for his birthday. Adrien never knows about this, because Nathalie, commanded into suddenly aquiring a birthday present on behalf of Gabriel, throws away Marinette’s card and gives Adrien the gift in Gabriel’s name. Adrien is extatic that his father is finally putting the effort into giving him a personal present that he hasn’t before, and Marinette doesn’t try to clear up whatever this misunderstanding was. She doesn’t want to “spoil” his happiness about his father.
The scarf is never seen again. Until eighty-one episodes later.
Adrien’s photos are back in Marinette’s room, but they appear to be new ones. In several of them, he’s wearing the scarf that she made him back in the second ever episode of the show.
The scarf isn’t the only piece of clothing Marinette has made for Adrien. She’s previously designed a bowler hat for Gabriel’s competition, which was always meant for Adrien to model and which introduced his feather allergy that is once again brought up in this episode. As a civillian, that is; the hat was inspired by Mr. Ramier, and it was in Mr. Ramier’s first episode that Cat Noir’s allergy was revealed.
She made him another hat, too.
The bowler hat incident had Adrien turned into a fairy-tale princess and Plagg having to act on his own (heyyyy there, “Mr. Pidgeon #72″), and was Queen Bee’s and Audrey Bourgeois’ introduction to the story.
The beret brought about The Reveal, the love square resolution, and very nearly the end of the known universe. And it likewise has “Gabriel Agreste” written all over it. It's made to match the stripes of Adrien’s t-shirt, which presumably his father designed.
The scarf, however, was all Marinette’s own, with no connection at all to her great fashion idol slash unknown arch-enemy. And it is this scarf - and her unique creativity - that is suddenly back in the game.
And note what else happened in this episode: Ladybug’s power of creation gives her the ability to protect people from Hawkmoth’s influence. No magical potions, no training montages, no epic power-ups: just her faith in her own ability to make is enough to bring about this game-changing element.
The power balance between Ladybug and Hawkmoth is shifting. Adrien, still ignorant about the truth of his father’s crimes - the supernatural terrorism and the birthday present theft both - is still trapped between them. One of the two is tearing the city apart out of self-proclaimed love of him; the other is more than willing to love him in silence and set his happiness above her own. Whatever the return of the scarf means here, it seems that Marinette’s love-language of creation set to become a story point more than a character trait.
This episode turns back to the very start of the series - the early villain, the first present she made him, the repeat of the very first day they met - as it becomes the episode where the game between Ladybug and Hawkmoth is starting for real.
The rest of it was just warm-up. This is where the story starts.
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Hey! I hope you’re doing good! Valentines Day is around the corner. Got any silly date headcannons for Soudam or Soul Bros?
I am good, just very busy haha!
And maybe not exactly date headcanons but I have been thinking a lot about an au where Soda and Gundham start dating online long distance, and more specifically what a mess their first valentines is, so I hope you’re okay with some ramblings haha
So I’m imagining Soda splurging on some really expensive custom chocolates for Gundham, gets little black hearts with purple decorations and makes sure to get a bunch of flavors Gundham has mentioned liking for sweets and stuff. It costs him like waaay more money than anyone should spend on chocolates, but he’s just blinded by the thrill of his first valentines in a serious relationship so he orders them anyways and has them shipped to Gundham.
Meanwhile, Gundham keeps things simple and writes an original love poem for Soda.. and then decides to also send him like 50 roses because he’s a romantic and extra and also super excited about his first serious valentines day lmao
(this got long oops)
Anyways, Gundham gets Soda’s present a few days early but doesn’t open it because they agreed they’d do gifts together on valentines day. So they’re video chatting around the time when Soda should be receiving Gundham’s gift, having a good time and being predictably mushy, and Soda’s doorbell rings. Gundham urges him to go get it, so Soda brings his laptop and sets it down on a counter so Gundham can see the door.
Gundham is so proud of himself when he see’s Soda open the door and immediately be met with a face-full of flowers... but then Soda starts sneezing... and backing away from the door... and oh jeeze now he’s off screen and Gundham can hear him distantly assuring the delivery guy he’s okay and telling him just to leave the flowers on the table next to the door.
Gundham waits a couple minutes just listening to Soda blowing his nose in the distance and staring at a comically large bouquet that he now realizes was both a bad idea and a waste of money.
Soda comes back, nose red and eyes puffy, and before he can even say anything Gundham is apologizing and telling him to just throw the flowers out and then apologizing again. Soda just awkwardly assures him it’s fine, and that it’s his fault for not reminding Gundham of his pollen allergy. Soda insists he loves them and that he’ll find a vase for them later after taking some allergy medicine, then picks up his laptop goes back to his desk.
They’re both feeling kind of awkward so Soda cuts the tension by making a joke about Gundham’s gift being so good it made him cry (watery allergy eyes are basically the same as crying, right?), and it does help a little. They decide it’s time for Gundham to open Soda’s gift.
When Gundham opens up the brown package paper and sees the chocolate box he doesn’t immediately recognize what it is. He like cocks his head at his camera and Soda just excitedly urges him to open it. Gundham opens it and sees all the fancy chocolate and his face immediately lights up! They look amazing and he can immediately tell Soda put a lot of thought into the designs and he’s laughing as Soda is asking him to show him them cus he never actually got to see how they came out.
Gundham shows him them and is like “I adore them my love! but you really didn’t have to get so many, I know vegan chocolates can be quite costly!”
and Soda just kinda pauses and is like “uh... vegan chocolate? Is all chocolate not vegan?”
And Gundham just kind of slowly lowers the box and is like “uh... yes dearest, most chocolates contain dairy...” and oops now they’re sitting in awkward silence...
Eventually Soda’s just like “Um, so maybe we just pretend we decided not to do gifts?”
But Gundham wont have it.
“Perhaps... we did not choose the best items to covey our affections, however I still cherish this gift... even if I cannot consume it.”
And that makes Soda smile a little. “I guess you’re right, and I really do think the flowers are pretty! Maybe I can just... put them out on the balcony or something?”
Gundham laughs. “Careful love, your neighbors may think you boastful.”
Soda laughs too and is just like “Fuck ‘em, it’s not my fault they don’t have the world’s best boyfriend.”
“Dearest I do not believe you have the world’s best boyfriend...”
Soda thinks Gundham is beating himself up and is about to protest but then-
“For it is I who have the best boyfriend.”
Gundham smiles at the camera and Soda just looses his mind laughing because that was so stupidly cheesy but also kind of touching and he’s just so happy that somehow despite their shitty gifts they’re still having a great day.
They set their gifts aside and talk for a while, swear they’ll do better next year as far as gifts go, and then Gundham remembers his poem and recites it for Soda. Soda is like legitimately almost crying by the end of it. Soda decides to try his hand at making a poem after once he’s calmed down a bit and comes up with something top quality like “roses are red, violets are blue, I think your cool, and also I love you” and they both spend a while laughing about it.
They spend the whole night chatting and... stuff lmao, and even if the day wasn’t perfect they both agree it was still a great valentines, and at least they don’t have to worry too much about how to top it next year lmao.
(Plus they realize while most the chocolates aren’t vegan, some of the dark chocolates without dairy fillings are, and also turns out roses are actually pretty okay for people with pollen allergies as long as they aren’t literally shoving their face into them! So it all sort of worked out!)
#I hope that was more or less coherent I was trying to write fast cus I really need to do homework rip#anyways happy valentines day guys hope you all have some fun with loved ones or with friends or just chilling with yourself!#because I will be suffering in class so please have fun for me!#soudam#Soda kazuichi#souda kazuichi#kazuichi soda#gundham tanaka#soudam ramblings#replies#anon#add to masterlist
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ASMR - Chapter 5
Elriel fanfiction
About this fic:
Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)
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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here, chapter 3 here and chapter 4 here
Read this fic on AO3
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Elain Beautiful!
Elain’s message made Azriel blush. He even blushed the next day whenever he thought about it.
He had never been called “beautiful” before. Handsome? Yes. Sexy and hot? A few times
But beautiful? Never
He couldn’t stop thinking about the message. Nor could he stop thinking about the fact that she lived in Velaris. Had they ever passed each other on the street? Had he stood behind her in the line at the grocery store?
Had they breathed the same air without knowing it?
Azriel couldn’t help but think back to Rhys and Feyre’s wedding. She had been there, hadn’t she? That same day when he was sitting with Rhys in a suite before the ceremony, she had delivered flowers downstairs. If he had just left the room before the ceremony, he might have met her that day. He was certain that they hadn’t met, even though Nesta was certain that they must have at least seen each other. He knew in his heart that he could never have forgotten her face if he had seen it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her now, and he had only seen her on his screen.
Azriel imagined that she must be even more beautiful in real life.
And now, he could actually find out if that was the case.
He told himself that he didn’t change his usual morning route because he wanted to see her. He told himself that he was tired of running in the park and that a run along the river Sidra would be a nice change of pace. He told himself that he didn’t even think about the fact that Elain’s flower shop was located on River Street, looking out over the Sidra.
He told himself all these things, but deep down, he knew that he was lying. It felt stupid and idiotic to lie to yourself, but it made him feel a bit better. It made him feel a little less like a creep as he ran along the river.
It was a nice day out. You could tell that summer was turning into fall because of the crisp morning air and the changing colors of the leaves. Velaris was probably the most beautiful during fall, at least according to Azriel. He had always loved fall and always hated summer. He didn’t like the heat. His friend, Cassian, hated summer too because of his allergies. That’s why he and Nesta had opted for a fall wedding.
The city was quiet this early in the morning. Azriel enjoyed the quiet; he always had. He never worked out with music and he couldn’t understand why people wanted to blast stressful tunes in their ears while working out. For Azriel, running was a form of meditation. He was completely alone with his thought and he often felt as if he had his best ideas during his morning runs. Music would have bothered him.
He had mapped out a route along the Sidra that was approximately 5 kilometers long (he always ran 5 km in the morning). It just so happened that Elain’s store could be seen from this route. What a coincidence, he thought, as it came into view.
In between the lies he had told himself, he had also told himself that she would probably not be there this early. He just wanted to see the place where she worked, but she would most likely not even be there. It was less creepy if she wasn’t there, which is why he hadn’t walked by in the middle of the day. He didn’t want her to think that he was a stalker. He remembered what Nesta had said about her taste in men, and he was pretty sure that she would never look at him again if she thought that he was stalking her.
As he was nearing her shop, he felt his palms sweat and his heart race. Totally normal reactions to a workout, he told himself. And all of a sudden, he found himself across the street from her little shop. It was situated between a small café and a bookshop. The sign above the door was light pink, and swirly green letters read “WALLFLOWER”. That was an interesting name for a flower shop, Azriel thought. Then, he noticed that the lights were on and the door was slightly ajar. Azriel held his breath as he slowed his pace and looked through the window. At first, there was no sign of anyone in there. Then, a door in the back opened, and there she was. She had her hair down today, and she was wearing a dark blue dress over a white t-shirt. Her face was covered by the big bunch of flowers she was carrying. Azriel knew nothing about flowers, but he knew he hated these white and pink things for covering her face. Azriel pulled up his hood, hoping that she wouldn’t see him as he lingered on the other side of the street, hoping for just one look.
She bent over and put the flowers down just by the door. Her hair fell in front of her face and…
That’s when Azriel’s phone rang.
And for once in his life, the sound was on. He had no idea when he had un-muted it, but he could see Elain shift. Shit, she had heard his phone. The door was slightly open and there was no traffic right now which obviously meant that anyone within a 100-meter radius could hear it. And it did not help that someone, probably Cassian, had changed his ringtone to fucking Barbie Girl by Aqua.
Azriel quickly turned away from the shop and started running again. He didn’t even see where he was going as he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. “Fuck,” he let out as the female voice in his pocket sang about how fantastic it was to be plastic.
“What?” he answered, ready to rip apart the person that had called him.
“What has your knickers in a twist?” Rhys asked in a fake British accent.
“I’m running.”
“Yeah, I know. You always run at this time of the day. Creature of habit and all that.” Rhys sounded chipper. Who the fuck was this happy in the morning?
“What do you want? Didn’t you say that the meeting started at nine today?”
“Yes, Azriel. The meeting starts at nine, but I need you and Cassian to come in earlier. Like now. Where are you?”
“I’m by the Sidra, so it’ll probably take me ten minutes to reach the office if I run,” Azriel answered. “Is this urgent, or can I go home and change?”
“Why are you by the Sidra? You always run in the park?”
“Trying to get out of my comfort zone,” Azriel mumbled, hoping that Rhys would just let it go.
“Well, good for you. And yes, it’s urgent. You can shower here and I know that you keep extra clothes in your desk drawer. See you in ten minutes!”
Azriel groaned. He did not want an emergency meeting right now. He wanted to go home and drown in his shower from the sheer mortification he was feeling.
“Oh, Azriel!” Rhys almost shouted before Azriel could hang up. “Bring coffee.”
Azriel snorted. “I didn’t think you were allowed coffee.”
Azriel could hear the smile in his brother’s voice as he said, “just bring the fucking coffee, Az.”
20 minutes later, Azriel walked into the office with three cups of coffee and a few croissants.
“What’s the emergency?” Azriel asked as soon as he walked through the doors to Rhys’ office.
Cassian was already there, and Rhys had the biggest grin on his face. It made Azriel uncomfortable. Why was he grinning at half-past seven in the morning?
Azriel handed one cup each to Rhys and Cassian while taking one for himself. He didn’t take a seat. He just waited for Rhys to tell him why the hell he was here.
Cass took a sip from his cup and made a disgusted face.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked.
“De-caf, vanilla latte with extra foam.”
“Why? You know that I drink my coffee black.”
“Barbie girl,” was all Azriel said, and from the way Cassian’s face lit up, he could tell that it was, indeed, Cassian who had changed his ringtone.
“Oh, yeah,” Cassian grinned. “great song!”
Azriel rolled his eyes.
Rhys leaned against his desk and took a swig from his own cup. Azriel had not made a funny order for him, but he kind of wish he had. The stupid smile seemed to be permanently etched onto his face. Rhys let out a sound that sounded eerily like a moan.
“God, this tastes like heaven,” he sighed. Azriel liked his coffee as much as any other person, and he guessed that it would taste even better if you had gone without any caffeine for months, but this was still weird.
“Better than your wife?” Cass joked and wiggled his eyebrows.
Rhys shot him a death glare. “Don’t you dare speak about the mother of my future child like that!”
Azriel felt his jaw drop. Did he just say what Azriel thought he said?
He didn’t have time to ask before Rhys lit up again. “Feyre’s pregnant!” he basically shouted.
For a beat, Azriel and Cassian stared at him dumbfounded. Then, Cassian jumped from his chair, embracing Rhys.
“Damn! Finally! Congratulations, man,” he said and patted him hard on the back.
Azriel wasn’t much of a hugger, but even he embraced his brother. “Congrats!”
“How did you find out?” Cassian asked.
“Well, it was all very romantic. I made her breakfast this morning, and she looked at me as if I had put rat-poison in her porridge. Then she threw up. Actually, the first sign was definitely that her boobs got bigger, but she told me to shut up every time I mentioned it.”
“Didn’t need to know that,” Azriel muttered.
Rhys ignored him. “So she took a test, and there were definitely two little pink lines there.”
His entire face was a big smile now, and Azriel couldn’t help but smile too. He was so happy for Rhys and Feyre. They were going to be great parents.
“So, I wanted to tell you that you’re going to be uncles,” he announced.
Azriel and Cassian looked at each other. If Azriel wasn’t mistaken, he could see Cassian tear up.
“I’ll be the fun uncle,” Cass exclaimed as if anyone would ever question that.
Azriel took a seat next to Cassian as they continued talking for a while. Az couldn’t help but notice that Rhys seemed almost equally happy about the fact that he was now allowed to eat meat and drink coffee again.
“So, Rhys, just to be clear. You only called us in here this early to tell us that you were going to be a father? That couldn’t wait?”
“Obviously, it couldn’t wait,” Rhys answered matter of factly. “But no, that wasn’t the only reason. There’s a problem with the online subscriptions that I need you to look at.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I have no idea. That’s why I hired you.”
Azriel spent the entire morning sorting out the problem. When he was finally done, it was time for lunch. Since he hadn’t been able to go home and bring the lunch he had prepared, he had to venture out for food. He decided to go to one of his favorite places in town; a small Vietnamese place within walking distance to the office. He ordered Phở and decided to eat his lunch there since he was a bit tired of staring into his computer screen. He took a seat in the corner next to the windows looking out over the street and started a podcast on his phone as he dug into his noodle soup. It was delicious, as always, and he didn’t really pay attention to anything but the food and the podcast. This is why he didn’t notice that someone had sat down at his table until a female voice started speaking to him. He had just shoved some noodles into his mouth as he looked up to see who was talking to him, and his heart almost stopped.
It was her. Flower Girl ASMR. Elain.
Azriel had noodles hanging out of his mouth and his brain couldn’t decide if he should just push all of it into his mouth, or take a bite and let the rest fall into his bowl, so he just sat there; looking and feeling like a fool.
“Azriel,” Elain greeted him when his eyes met hers. His brain couldn’t comprehend that she was here, at one of his favorite restaurants, while he was listening to a true-crime podcast. Azriel quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and removed his headphones. He could feel himself blush.
“Elain,” he breathed, feeling warm and sweaty all of a sudden. “What are you doing here?”
She laughed. She had a lovely laugh. “Nice to see you too. Is it good?”
“What?”
“The food,” she gestured to the bowl, “is it good?”
“Yes, very.” Azriel didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected to see her here. He had actually not expected to ever hear from her again if she had seen him outside of her store this morning.
Elain looked around. “This place is really cute. I’ve never been here before, but my employees recommended it.”
That explained why she was there.
“Yeah, it’s the best Vietnamese food in town.”
“I’ll take your word for it. You seemed to really enjoy it.” She smiled at him, and he was suddenly very aware of the fact that she had seen him eat. He had no idea what he looked like when he ate, but he felt very self-conscious all of a sudden.
“So, you live in Velaris?” Azriel asked after a short stretch of silence.
She nodded. “Mhm. I moved here a few years ago and opened my shop. Speaking of, did I see you this morning?” She was eyeing him suspiciously.
Azriel felt himself go completely still. Fuck. She had seen him. His life was over. Mentally, he started to prepare to move away from Velaris. Maybe he should just move to Australia? Or maybe Siberia? Anywhere far, far away.
He felt himself shake his head in answer, hoping that she believed him.
She raised an eyebrow “Really?”
She looked down at her lap and he could hear her tap on her phone, and then Azriel’s phone, which was conveniently sitting on the table, was ringing.
Fucking Barbie Girl.
He had forgotten to put it on silent again. He was going to murder Cassian.
The screen lit up with her name, and he knew he was busted.
He expected her to tell him to never contact her again. He expected her to kick him under the table and call him a creep. And god, did he deserve it. But, to his surprise, she laughed.
“Interesting music choice. I wouldn’t have pegged as a 90’s euro-pop lover.”
“I’m not,” he muttered under his breath. “This is my friend’s idea of humor. I am going to kill him as soon as I get back to the office.”
“Please don’t. You’re too pretty to go to jail,” Elain joked, and Azriel felt himself blush - again.
He took a deep breath and decided to try to explain the situation. “About this morning... I was just doing my morning workout. I promise I was not stalking you.”
“I didn’t think you were stalking me. I mean, did you even know I lived in Velaris?”
Azriel was just about to answer when Elain’s name was called. She got up and picked up her food from the girl behind the register. She walked back to his table and held up the brown paper bag, “Well, I have to go. My employees need fuel.”
“It was really nice meeting you in real life, Elain. Sorry if I was weird,” Azriel apologized.
“Don’t apologize. I get it. I hate when people interrupt me when I eat. But when I saw you, I just felt like I had to say hi.”
Azriel smiled at her. “It was a welcome interruption. Enjoy your lunch!”
With a quick goodbye, she turned around and started to walk to the door. Azriel cursed himself. Why was he such a weirdo? Couldn’t he have been cool and mysterious? Why did he have to be some kind of awkward noodle-eating monster?
He was just about to drown himself in the remaining food in front of him when he saw Elain turn around and head for his table again.
“Would you like to do this again?” she asked, the question coming out quickly.
Azriel stared at her. “Do what?”
“See each other in real life.”
“Yes,” Azriel blurted out. “I would really like that.”
She gave him the sweetest smile and he felt like he was looking at the sun.
“Great! Are you free this Friday?”
Azriel didn’t tell her that he would make sure to be free any night she wanted to spend time with him.
Instead, he just said, “Yes, I’m free.”
“Good. I’ll text you.”
And with that, Elain exited the restaurant. Azriel was staring at his bowl of cold noodles, not feeling very hungry anymore. She had asked him out.
Elain, the prettiest girl alive, had asked him out.
If he had been a comic book character, he was certain that there would be small, pink hearts flying around his head.
She texted him later that night.
Elain It was lovely running into you today :) But damn that ringtone of yours! I’ve been singing Barbie Girl all day, haha!
Azriel Thank you for interrupting my lunch! Don’t tell anyone this, but I haven’t been able to get that stupid song out of my head either. But don’t worry, I was able to get my hands on my friend’s phone this afternoon and return the favor.
Elain Oooh! Which song did you pick?
Azriel Jizz in my pants by the Lonely Island.
Elain You’re evil! I love it!
Azriel So, for Friday. Would you be up for drinks?
Azriel wanted to suggest dinner, but drinks felt safer. If she thought that he was dull or weird, it would be easier for her to leave.
Elain Yes! That would be great. There is this new place that I’ve been dying to go to. It’s called Rita’s.
Azriel Rita’s it is! Shall we say at 8?
Elain It's a date! I’m really looking forward to it :)
Azriel Me too!
Azriel felt giddy. He felt like a teenager that had just been asked out by his crush. Or at least, he thought that this was the same feeling. He hadn’t really been asked out in High School. Elain had probably been popular, but he had been the emo-guy in the corner, listening to music nobody had ever heard.
However, the more he thought about Friday, the more nervous he became. What if he couldn’t find something interesting to talk about? What if she found him boring?
And worst of all; what the hell should he wear?
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