#I wrote this much yesterday so this should also be nice and straight forward
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Thursday 15th February
Today's writing goals... (250 words on each of the following for people helping me keep on track)
A - IceMav TimeLoop (302)
C - Hangster dream sequence/time glimpse thing (522)
9 - Cake maker AU (Bradley is still the Naval Aviator) (350)
10 - Cake maker AU (Jake is still the Naval Aviator) (335)
14 - Jake wearing the sport team top called 'Roosters' (298)
AS WELL AS >250 words on all of the following:
You need to learn how to fall (454)
3am Apartment fire drill (Come one baby, light my fire) (330)
Something IceMav (A & H) (325 & 358)
Hollywood star Jake and stunt coordinator Bradley (G) (293)
#so the IceMav timeloop is getting some extra love today.#I wrote this much yesterday so this should also be nice and straight forward#I better not have just jinxed myself
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Strike, Dear Mistress, and Cure His Heart
I was lying in bed yesterday morning, when I realised I would like to tie Dylan OâBrien up. So i wrote this, and Iâm not even the slightest bit sorry. Itâs just one shortish fic as I donât know how youâd continue it - there is no plot to speak of, itâs very self indulgent. I wrote it very quickly, although I did have to go back and rewrite some bits in case I ended up breaking his arms (I canât be the only one that hates physically impossible smut). Let me know if you like it.
Title comes from Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground, which is itself based on the book by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. Iâd highly recommend both the song and the book.
Summary: Dylan is bad so you decide to punish him
Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan OâBrien
Warnings: References to alcohol and drinking, Swearing, light BDSM (bondage and hitting), Sub/Dom dynamic, Smut, unprotected sex (use protection!), orgasm denial, might be some British spellings
Word count: 3,554
Taglist: @hernameisnoellex3â
You woke in the dark to a crashing sound coming from the hallway and sat up in bed rubbing your eyes. You reached across and turned on the light before you heard it again. There it was, unmistakably the sound of someone stumbling around outside the bedroom door.
Sitting up in your large warm bed you looked over at the space next to you. Empty. Which meantâŚah yes, you thought, as the bedroom door crashed open and your boyfriend Dylan tripped across the threshold.
âSsshâ he slurred, putting his finger across his lips âYouâll wake Y/N. She doesnâtâŚdoesnât like it when Iâm drunkâ
âItâs not the drunkenness Dylanâ you sighed sleepily âYou can have as much fun with your friends as you likeâ you watched as he tried to remove one of his shoes without sitting down, resulting in him hopping awkwardly on one leg âI just donât know why you always have to wake me up when you get backâ
âItâs noâŚno fun if youâre not thereâ he finally crashed awkwardly onto the side of the bed and tore off his shoes âgotta wake you up to have funâ his socks followed swiftly afterwards and he removed his shirt in one surprisingly co-ordinated movement, then ruined it by tipping over sideways.
You admired the way his movements had messed up his hair, leaving it stuck up every which way. You also couldnât help but look at his lean chest and the smattering of moles across his now bare skin.
He caught you looking and leered knowingly, crawling towards you across the covers wearing only his jeans. âThereâs my best girl. Missed youâ he bent his head towards you and kissed you softly on the lips, his denim clad thighs bracketing you on the bed. Unfortunately, the effect was ruined by him tasting of beer, whiskey and cigarettes.
âEw Dylanâ you squeaked âyou taste like an ashtrayâ
His caramel-coloured eyes widened, and he looked hurt âSorry, Iâll go...go brush themâ he yawned, but instead lay back with his head on the pillow next to you. âJustâŚjust going to have a small rest firstâ and with that he closed his eyes and passed out, leaving you to remove his jeans and go back to sleep.
***
The next morning Dylan took ages to emerge from the bedroom. In fact, it was pretty much the afternoon when he did, and then he spent a while having a slow shower, getting food and groaning softly to himself every so often.
This meant he didnât notice how angry you were for a worryingly long time. You werenât sulking, you didnât sulk, you just stayed on your laptop out of his way and didnât talk to him. When he bent to kiss you, you moved your head, so it landed on your cheek, and responded to his apology with a non-committal âhmmâ
âBaby, baby Iâm sorryâ he said, the aftereffects of the drinking and smoking adding a gravelly tone to his voice. âIt wonât happen againâ
âBut you always say that, and it always does happen againâ you practically growled, letting your anger colour your voice.
âIt wonât, I swearâ he pleaded âlet me make it up to you, Iâll do whatever you wantâ
âWhatever I want? You mean that?â you spoke thoughtfully, a few ideas running through your head.
âAnythingâ he put his hand over his heart and looked at you, sincerity filling his gaze. You wanted to believe him, but heâd always been an excellent actor.
âYouâd do anything I say, without question?â you asked
âAnythingâ he repeated, a spark of fear appearing in his eyes. He licked his lips as he stood in front of you though, so you knew he was interested.
You stood and slowly walked around him, contemplating your options. Youâd never showed Dylan your dominant side so far in your short but intense relationship, happy for him to take the reins. But now, now seemed a good opportunity to let some of your kinks show, see how he took it.
âHereâs how itâs going to goâ you let your voice drop an octave and leant towards his ear âyouâre going to do exactly what I say, and if you donât, Iâm going to punish you. Hardâ you saw him gulp. âDo you know what the traffic light system is?â you asked
âY-yesâ he stuttered
âTell me thenâ you asked thoughtfully. If heâd done this before it was going to be easier than you thought to get him to comply.
âGreen means everything is good. Orange means slow down, discuss things. Red is stop straight awayâ he answered
âGood boy. Have you tried this before?â you asked, curious
âN-no. Just read some stuff, watched some thingsâ he shifted from foot to foot, embarrassed
âYou happy with it?â you questioned, mentally crossing your fingers for luck
âFuck yesâ he let out with a gasp, so you moved to stand directly behind him, pressing yourself against his back
âThatâs the correct answerâ you spoke into his ear âanything you donât want me to do?â
âUmâŚno marks that canât be covered by a shirt, Iâve got that thing Iâm filming next weekâ
âSureâ you said, shrugging, âwouldnât want any of your co-stars knowing what a naughty boy youâve beenâ
He swallowed thickly, his throat moving âapart from that Iâm all in. You can even get a little rough. That would beâŚthat would be hotâ you see him shiver in anticipation.
âExcellentâ you practically purred. Then your tone changed, becoming sharp and demanding âI want you to strip completely. Then I want you to kneel on the floor right here, with your hands behind your headâ
Speedily Dylan stripped off his clothes, throwing his shirt to one side. He hopped on one leg to remove his shoes, reminding you of last night.
âWaitâ you said firmly, and he stopped, both shoes off but still wearing his jeans. You moved round him to go sit on the sofa. âOk you can keep going, but slowerâ
He looked at you and slowly popped the button on his jeans. âGood boyâ you smiled, and he smirked back as he lowered the zipper. Youâd always liked this view, watching as he pushed the denim down and off. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his grey boxer briefs and you unconsciously licked your lips and crossed your legs. Your eyes followed the trail of hair leading down as he slowly removed them, revealing his far from inadequate cock.
You watched admiringly as he tossed aside the briefs and knelt as youâd asked, hands behind his head showing off his biceps.
âNiceâ you complimented âwhat a good boy you areâ
You noticed his pupils widen at that, and his dick twitched, starting to harden. Interesting.
âNow stay there, donât move an inch while I go get readyâ you ordered
âYesâ he said quietly
âOh, and from now on youâll address me only as Mistressâ you added
âYes mistressâ he replied obediently. Oh, this was going to be fun, you thought.
Quickly you returned to the bedroom and stripped, changing into your black satin lingerie set. It was one of Dylanâs favourites. Then you put on your highest black stilettos, the soft suede ones that you only wore if you knew you didnât have to do much walking. They were unbelievably sexy but made you slightly taller than Dylan which always felt strange. Not today though, today feeling more powerful was the point.
Then you crossed to the closet, reaching into the back and pulling out a small cardboard box. You removed some items from inside, placing them on the bedside table. A couple of silk scarves, a soft leather flogger, and your favourite item â a length of black rope. It was deceptively strong but coated in something to make it comfortable. After all you didnât want Dylan arriving on set with rope burns. That would take some explaining. You thought for a moment before taking it out of the bedroom with you.
Dylan was exactly as youâd left him, kneeling in front of the sofa, hands placed on the back of his head. You walked slowly in front of him, listening to the sharp tap of your heels on the polished floor and letting your hips sway seductively. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before you turned to face him.
âGodâ he groaned âyou look incredibleâ
âDid I say you could talk?â you snapped, the smirk on your face in contrast to your sharp tone
âN-no. SorryâŚmistressâ he responded quickly
âIâll have to punish you for thatâ you said, eyes narrowing. At that his eyes widened, and he bit his lower lip, biting back another noise.
You stepped slowly towards him âhands held out in frontâ you commanded, smiling to yourself as he quickly complied. You stood in front of him, not being able to stop yourself running a hand through his hair. He started turning his head into it, but you quickly removed your hand - âeyes forwardsâ
His head snapped up âyes mistress. Sorryâ
You bent in front of him and wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying each one tightly but leaving a length in between. You made sure the knots were secure but could be undone quickly if needed. âColour?â you checked
âGreen. Definitely greenâ he replied.
âGood boyâ you praised, and tugged on the rope to lift him to his feet âI think we should take this to the bedroom, donât you?â
âYes mistressâ he complied, following as you pulled him along by the rope.
When you got to the bedroom you led him over to the bed and made him lie on his back, hooking the rope between his hands over the bedpost so he couldnât move. You made sure the pillows propped his head up and took some of the pressure off his wrists.
âComfy?â
âNot entirely, but still green. So greenâ he grinned up at you.
âGood. Going to blindfold you nowâ you said, picking up one of the silk scarves and moving towards his head.
Dylan pouted âbutâŚwanna see you. You look so good; you have no ideaâ
âDid I ask for your permission Dylan?â you questioned. He shook his head. âYouâre just making this worse for yourself. If youâre a very good boy, Iâll let you see me later. Letâs try that again - Iâm going to blindfold you now.â
âYes mistressâ he replied sulkily
âBetter. Still think you need to learn your place though â weâll work on thatâ you said sharply as you placed the scarf over his eyes and tied it at the back, taking the opportunity to give his hair a swift tug while you did so.
Now Dylan could no longer see you, you stood back and admired the view. He looked delectable, his arms stretched over his head, his pale skin with a flush starting on his chest, his impressive cock half hard between his legs. You wanted to touch him, to lick a path between all his moles and get him moaning. Oh wait, you could totally do that.
You moved onto the bed to straddle him, first kissing a path across his stubbled jawline and rubbing your nose across his cheek before pressing your mouth to his. You licked into him, deepening the kiss and tangling a hand in his hair to tip his head back, exposing the long line of his neck. As you bit gently at the tendon of his shoulder, he bucked his hips up and you felt him fully hard against you.
âNo â no movingâ you admonished, pushing him down with your hips and being rewarded with a pained moan from Dylan. âAnd try not to make too much noise or Iâll need to gag youâ
At that Dylan made a strangled sound, biting it off before it could fully leave his lips. You shut off any protests by returning your mouth to his and enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours.
Soon it wasnât enough, and you started licking down his body, interspersing broad stripes with your tongue with small nips and bites. When you reached his nipples, you let your tongue lave over them, then tweaked them with your fingers causing Dylan to buck his hips again. To stop his movements, you placed both hands on his hips and pushed him into the mattress firmly, turning your attention to his cock.
This was the easy bit â blow jobs always got Dylan worked up. You breathed over his cock, hearing him hold his breath in return. Slowly you licked from the base to the head, collecting the drops of pre cum that had collected and savouring them on your tongue. As you took the head into your mouth and wrapped your hand around the base Dylan started moaning
âFuck yes, yes baby. So good, so good to meâ
âSsshâ you stopped touching him to admonish âno talkingâ
You returned your attention to your actions, taking him towards the back of your throat and working past your instinctive gag reflex by breathing through your nose. You bobbed your head for a while, enjoying the heaviness of him on your tongue. You reached down with your other hand and cupped his balls loosely. And as you twisted your tongue over the sensitive spot below the head you felt Dylan tense up and his balls tighten.
âOh god right there yes, so good gonna â gonnaâ he moaned above you
So, you stopped. You removed yourself completely from him and climbed off the bed. Dylan let out a frustrated huff.
âN-no! Why did you stop?â he pleaded, breathless.
âI told you to be quiet. Youâre not being very good. Only good boys get to comeâ you stated simply.
âIâm sorry mistress. Please, please let me comeâ
âNopeâ you said, emphasising the âpâ sound with a pop of your lips âyouâll have to be good first. Now, I think we can put your mouth to better use, donât you?â
Dylan made a sound that was half pained, half hopeful. A kind of questioning whine. Quickly you removed your bra and panties, leaving you just in your black suede stilettos. You climbed back onto the bed and moved up, so your knees were at his chest. You dug your sharp heels slightly into his sides, just to remind him they were there. Placing a hand on the headboard for leverage, you moved so your core was in front of his face.
âLickâ you instructed âand make it good, youâve got to make it up to meâ
âYes mistressâ he said obediently, already moving his face forwards and feeling you out with his tongue. Quickly he started to lap over your clit, sending electric signals down your spine.
âSeeâ you groaned âyou can be a good boyâ
He groaned in return, clearly enjoying this. You let go of the headboard and moved higher, placing your hands flat on the wall so you could manoeuvre yourself over his face more. You buried his lips in your core, gasping as his tongue prodded up into your entrance before returning to your clit and moving in small circles. You moved a hand to your breasts, pinching hard at the nipples to increase the feeling. Slowly but surely you felt your release start building from your toes upwards.
âC-colour?â you rasped, worried you might be suffocating him below you
âGreenâŚgreenâŚgreenâ came the muffled reply, and it was the vibrations from his words that finally sent you tumbling over the edge, crying out. âFuck yes. There, there!â. He kept licking you through your orgasm until you felt over sensitive and moved away from him.
You moved back down the bed on slightly shaky knees and looked at Dylan. He looked almost as fucked as you felt, his face slick with your juices and his cock leaking pre cum onto his stomach. The scarf blindfold still sat over his eyes and the blush that had started on his chest now extended to his throat. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as he panted.
âVery goodâ you praised him âI knew you could be a good boy really. Eating me up so wellâ
At your words he twisted slightly on the bed, his cock looking harder if that was even possible.
âDo you like that Dylan? Do you like hearing what a good boy you are?â you asked
He seemed to struggle with words for a moment, and then replied his voice cracking âYes, yes I like that mistress. Want to be a good boy for youâ
âOf course you do. Good boys get to come. But not yet, right now I think you should be punished a bit more until you know your place. Then if youâre very good and quiet and donât move, Iâll ride you until you comeâ you promised
âYes mistressâ he capitulated quickly
You nodded in satisfaction even though he couldnât see you and got off the bed to walk to the bedside table. There you picked up the soft black leather flogger â made up of many strips of leather with a handle it resembled a small whip but could be used in a number of different ways.
First you ran it over Dylanâs face letting him smell the leather. Then you moved it downwards, letting the tips fall over the planes of his chest like a brush. The blush on his throat moved up to his face, and you saw him bite off a sound.
âGood, thatâs really good Dylanâ you said softly, continuing your ministrations with the flogger. You teased it down his chest and the trail of hair there, ending up brushing over his balls and cock softly. At that he couldnât help it, his hips bucked off the bed desperate to get more contact on his hard leaking length.
âOh no, what did I say about moving?â you admonished âI can see Iâll have to punish you more harshly. Colour?â
âGreen. Still green, goddamn youâ he replied
âThereâs no call for thatâ you said and brought the flogger down sharply on his stomach letting the leather snap. He gasped at the feeling but managed not to make any other sound or move.
âIâm going to do that five more timesâ you stated, âand youâre going to count for me, ok?â
âY-yes mistressâ he said shakily
You moved the flogger down to his inner thighs so he could feel it there, and then snapped it against his pale skin again.
âOneâ he dutifully counted
The second hit landed on his other thigh, and you alternated back and forth each time. The skin reddened until you knew it was overly sensitive. When he got to a gasped out five, you bent over and sucked right over the reddened skin, leaving a darker mark that would remind him of the feeling for days.
âWell doneâ you praised âthat was excellent. I think you deserve a reward now, donât you Dylan?â
âYes mistress. Please, pleaseâ he didnât seem able to get any more words out. His cock looked painfully hard now, and he gasped against the pillows. You decided heâd probably had enough punishment and could be put out of his misery.
You returned to straddle him on the bed. Still soaking wet from before, you easily took his whole length as you lowered yourself onto him in one movement. You felt your walls flex around him and you braced your hands against his chest as you started riding him. Slowly at first, then faster as you heard his breathing quicken. You reached down to circle your clit with your fingers, determined to come before him.
âHold on Dylan, just be a good boy for a bit longer and donât come until I say soâ
âPlease mistress. No more. I c-canâtâ he pleaded; his voice wrecked
âYou can, I know you can. Hold onâ you increased the pressure on your clit and felt yourself tense up. Below you Dylan bit his lip to stop himself crying out as he desperately tried to hold off his own orgasm. As you felt your release wash over you you clenched around him, and you took pity on him
âOk, go on â come for me Dylanâ you whispered into his ear
His hips bucked up into you at that, and you reached up and removed the blindfold. It seemed that the sight of you finally did it, and he came with a scream, his body arching against the wrist restraints. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you up as you rode out the last waves of your own orgasm.
You reached up and quickly untied the knots securing the rope, removing it and examining his wrists for any damage. Luckily there was nothing permanent, and you tossed the rope away, letting him slip out of you and moving to cuddle against his side. You licked a bead of sweat from one of his nipples and he twitched sensitively.
âSoâ you asked, âwill you be waking me up drunk anymore?â
âBaby, if we get to do that again Iâll give up smoking and drinking completelyâ he growled, voice low âthat was incredibleâ
âThatâs the correct answerâ you smiled back⌠âwhat a very, very good boy you areâ
THE END
#dylan o'brien smut#dylan o'brien fanfic#dylan o'brien fanfiction#dylan o'brien x reader#dylan o'brien#dylan obrien x reader smut#dylan obrien smut
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Till food do us part - Rowaelin one shot
Good evening everyone.
I am back with a quick Rowaelin oneshot. This short fic came to me last week while I was in my hotel in Inveress getting ready to check out. Once on the train back to Aberdeen I had two hours and a half and I wrote this.
Itâs a simple story and just pure undiluted Rowaelin domestic fluff. I think I had to compensate for the angst in ALB. Thereâs no angst, just our two lovebirds being their adorable selves.Â
The title is ridiculous. It took me more time to choose it than to write the whole fic. And itâs still bad. Sorry, I hate choosing titles.
Ach well, Iâll leave you to it. Enjoy.
Word count: 2.5kÂ
Aelin was in the kitchen all alone, in front of her on the counter she had all the pots and pans she would require to prepare her meal. At one side she had her cooking book and on the opposite side she had lined up all the ingredients needed.Â
That was meant to be a special night and she wanted everything to be perfect. And because of that she had been nervous. She was not good at cooking like her boyfriend so for her to prepare a full meal from scratch was a monumental task. She just hoped not to burn down the house. He had been teaching her slowly, starting with very simple things but that evening, no matter what she was going to cook for him.
The plan was to prepare everything a part from the dessert which she had bought from the local bakery. Although her boyfriend was not a fan of sugary stuff, the night called for dessert.Â
She and Rowan had been together for five years. They worked for the same company but on different floors and departments. She was in marketing, Rowan was part of the legal team and was one of the companyâs lawyers.
They had a bit of a turbulent start. They met in the cafeteria and Rowan had the bad habit of being always a bit of ahead of her in the queue and always take the last portion of the food she wanted. Far too many times she had ended up eating food she did not want because of him. She had even tried to go to lunch at a different times but the man was always there. Her own personal hell. So after a whole month of that she had decided to take matter in her own hands and slowly plan her revenge. Rowan was a creature of habit, so she spent a few weeks studying him and his routine. Aelin had learned he loved to eat alone. He had friends but the lunch hour was his time to wind down and he did not want any drama or any shop talk. That would make her plan much easier. Eventually she hatched her plan. She started swapping the content of the salt and pepper shakers or even replacing them with other stuff. Aelin had also started making his table sticky or cluttering with empty trays. He still had no idea it was her but she enjoyed watching him muttering and probably cursing whoever did that to him. She had quickly learned that the man was hard to tick off completely. She would notice some small signs of irritation but thatâs all the reaction she got, so she decided it was time to go big.Â
And her final plan came into existence the day the cafeteria served mac and cheese and he took the last portion from her. She was fuming. If she could not have mac and cheese so wouldnât he.Â
She waited for him to make his way back to his table and then she walked straight into him. Their trays smashing against each others and the food landing on his shirt. She had muttered a weak sorry and had fled with a grin on her face.
She had later found out that she had made him late for an important meeting and caught hell from his boss Lorcan.
Until one day he started to retaliate. Apparently, she had found out, he knew all long it was her messing with his meals.
And so a long series of pranks had begun between them, most of them taking place in the cafeteria since that was the place they used to share the most.
However, sometimes along the way, Aelin realised pranking him was not fun anymore and that pesky feelings had started to take root in her.
Until one day he showed up in her office with two portions of mac and cheese from Emrys and a peace offering. They had the lunch in the privacy of her office, they talked and she realised very quickly that he was quite a fascinating man. Also, she would have lied to herself if she had ignored the fact that the man was hotness incarnated. He was tall and had a healthy muscular build. He would always wear impeccable tailored suits which made his backside very prominent and more than once her eyes had wandered. He had the most beautiful pine green eyes and she adored his silver hair.
Soon she had to admit that she had a crush on him. And then some.
And when Rowan finally asked her out she could not believe her ears. The sexiest man in the company wanted to go out with her. So she said yes.
Fast forward five years and Aelin was now cooking for their fifth anniversary and as a joke she had put mac and cheese on the menu. It was their dish and their own joke as well.
Aelin had a look at the clock and realised she had half an hour tops before he came back home.
While preparing mac and cheese she took a sip from the glass of wine at her side. She had bought two bottles of Rowanâs favourite wine and she had started the celebrations a bit earlier.
In the oven in the meantime, the pork roast and the potatoes were cooking and she was busy checking the food that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening and closing.
âI am home,â shouted a happy voice.
âKitchen.â She shouted back.
When she stood she saw him in leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms at his chest and a strange grin on his face âyou are cooking?â He asked surprised, raising an eye brow in a question.
Aelin grabbed a glass of wine, took a step closer to him and gave it to him âHappy anniversary, buzzard.â And she went to him for a kiss he did not deny it to her.
âOh, so you waited five years for your final revenge and win with food poisoning.â Still leaning against the doorframe he took a sip of wine and looked at her with a smirk.
Aelin just glared at him âI can cook.â
âAelin, I love you, but cooking is definitely not your strongest asset.â
She waved her wooden spoon in his face âIâll show you.â
Rowan chuckled happily and stooped for a kiss âhappy anniversary, menace.â
Aelin moved another step in his direction ânow go,â and she patted his chest âget changed and let me finish.â
Half an hour later the dining table was all set, with some candles on to set the romantic mood and a new bottle of win in the middle. Everything looked perfect and she was chuffed.
âThis looks lovely,â his voice reached her as he re entered the room and his arms wound around her waist.
âI hope itâs good as well.â She said while pulling back from the embrace and pushing him to his seat.Â
âLet me help,â he offered but Aelin pushed him again.
âNo, just sit down.â
Quickly she went to get the appetisers: she had prepared raw smoked salmon on oatcakes with cream cheese and chives. They had that at a party and they loved it and realised it was something easy to make and almost impossible for her to mess it up. The only thing she had to do was to assemble the ingredients in a nice display.
Rowan in the meantime poured some wine for both and made happy noises at the wine.
âFancy,â he added, commenting on the appetiser.
âEasy mostly. I took inspiration from the last party we went to.â
Rowan took one of the oatcakes and she relaxed when she saw him smile. Oh well, at least if the rest of the meal was a disaster they could eat oatcakes and salmon.
âDid you have a good day at work?â She asked, she had a day off and she hadnât seen him since the morning when he left for work.
âItâs the end of the month and as you can imagine Lorcan has been his unpleasant self.â
âI need these reports on the desk by the end of yesterday?â She said, imitating the manâs voice.
Rowan chuckled and took another oatcake âthatâs the gist.â
Once the appetisers were over, Aelin stood and went to get the next course. That was the surprise and the dish that meant the most.
She brought the oven dish to the dining table.
âYou made mac and cheese.â Rowanâs tone was full of love.
âI did.â She took his plate and was ready to serve him his portion. It looked great and for a moment she had hoped. The recipe was for the baked version and the crust at the top looked golden and crunchy. Then she dipped the spatula to cut it and terror took her. It was runny.Â
âNo, no, no, no, noâŚâ she panicked.
âWhat happened?â Rowan stood and moved at her side.
âIt happened that I should not be allowed to cook.â She sat on the chair and sniffled.
âI am sure itâs not that badâŚâ
âRo,â Aelin almost shouted in frustration at his tone âyou can drink it with a straw, mac and cheese is supposed to be creamy.â
He looked over âI think you put too much milk,â and with his hand he brushed her lower back in support.
Aelin started sobbing âI messed up the main dish. It was meant to be like the one we shared in my office.â
Rowan was about to reply when he smelled smoke âis something burning?â
âHoly fuck,â Aelin stood abruptly and ran to the kitchen and when she opened the oven a cloud of smoke engulfed her. The roast and the potatoes where charcoal. She sat dejected in front of the oven and Rowan joined and sat at her side âyou have the most useless girlfriend ever.â Â
He brushed her hair off her face â I do not.â A gentle kiss on her lips âmy girl is brilliant, fearless, intelligent and very, very hot.â She gave him a wet chuckle. Gods, she loved him.
âI ruined our anniversary.â
Rowan stood and offered her his hand âyou did not.â She took it and stood in front of him.
âWe are going to Emrys, he does some amazing mac and cheese.â
âFine,â she conceded.
Rowan cupped her face, refusing to let her be sad. He knew Aelin was not good at cooking and he had tried to teach her but once on her own she seemed to struggle.Â
But as the boyfriend madly in love with her he was more than happy to cook for both, everyday, forever.
Aelin did not seem convinced and still pouted at her mess. Rowan noticed that and cupped her face in his hand and kissed het tenderly âHey, it was a lovely gesture and I am proud of you.â He took her hand in his, ânow letâs go.â
They got changed and not long after they were walking to Emrys. Rowanâs arm on around her shoulder.
Aelin looked up at him and noticed a strange light in his eyes and a small grin. Whatever it was, he did not seem bothered by her fiasco.
Once they reached Emrys froze and cursed the evening that was turning into pure hell âitâs Monday, they are close. We are two idiots.â But all Rowan did was to push her toward the front door.
âRo, they are closed.â
âShush,â he said gently placing his hand on her lower back.
A moment later Emrysâ smiling face appeared on the door âhello Rowan, come in, itâs all ready.â Said the man stepping aside to let them in.
Aelin was stunned. speechless. He had an evening planned.
She turned to him âdid you know I was going to mess up so you had a plan b?â Her tone full with irritation at his lack of trust in her.
Rowan looked at her, his eyes dancing with mirth âI didnât even know you were going to cook. I booked all of this over a week ago.â He told her âI knew our anniversary would fall on a Monday, so I asked Emrys and Malakai if it was okay to use the place for our dinner.â
She stood on her tiptoes âI love you.â And kissed him. Rowan took her hand and walked inside the main room of the restaurant and Aelin again was stunned. The whole room had been decorated with white fairy lights, the table had candles and there were kingsflames in a vase as well.
âHappy anniversary, Fireheart.â And pulled her to his chest âI hope youâll love this.â
âItâs perfect,â she said to him, feeling teary.
They sat down and Malakai brought wine âEmrys is just finishing up the last few things, it should not be too long.â Explained the man while pouring the wine.
He came back a moment later and brought back freshly baked pitta bread and hummus âjust as a starter.â
Aelin attacked the appetisers, realising she was starving.
Once the appetiser was out of the way Rowan took her hand.
âI am glad I burned dinner, this is so much better.â
They had gone to Emrys for their first date which turned out to be their favourite restaurant and slowly their weekly dinner treat. It had become their place pretty quickly.
She was talking to Rowan when she noticed Emrys walking to them with a large oven dish and when Aelin looked, she saw mac and cheese. And it looked incredible.
âOf course,â said Rowan at her expression and poured more wine. It was a good thing they walked. Emrys plated their dinner and then walked away with a Cheshire cat grin.
âGo on, tuck in,â Rowan said to her once he noticed her eager expression.
Aelin did so and almost moaned savagely. It was divine.
After a few bites Rowan put the fork down and took her hand again, brushing his thumb on the top of it âthank you for walking into me that day in the cafeteria.â He told her, his green eyes on her âI know we had our ups and downs but these five years with you have been incredible.â He stood and took her hand inviting her to follow him. She stood with him and Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest. She wanted to complain she was eating, but whatever he was doing it seemed important.
Violin music spread in the room and Aelin recognised one of her favourite pieces of classical music. He swayed gently as if to dance, placed her hand on his shoulder and held her, his hand on her lower back.
âAnd I hope weâll have many more together.â Aelin looked up at him and nodded, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. He kissed her with passion and then he pulled back a little âAelin, my fireheart, will you do me the honour of joining me in the next adventure of our life and become my wife?â
Aelin sobbed loudly âonly if you promise to keep cooking for me.â
Rowan laughed âAlways.â
She threw her arms around his neck âyes, yes I will marry you.â
Rowan placed the ring on her finger then lifted her in his arms and kissed her.Â
He would cook for her, make her happy until his last day.
To whatever end.
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innocence (m.)
pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader          Â
genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)
word count: 3.2k
warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.
summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way. Â
a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.
You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.
It was only 7:09. Youâd usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although heâd come early sometimes, but that wasnât often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.
If necessary, youâd tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.
Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.
You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,
âIâve been doing this years before I even met you. If Iâve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then Iâm sure that you have nothing to worry about.â
This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. Heâd shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.
Orâwhen he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.
You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.
You checked your phone again.
7:14.
Well, 46 minutes to be exact.
You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.
Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,
Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.
Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty handsâ
There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongiâs carried.
Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.
The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.
You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.
There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.
He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.
He still wouldnât let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed cars.
He couldnât take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.
You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.
As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.
âNice to see you too.â You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.
âI shouldnât have to greet you anymore when I enter.â He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.
âItâd be nice, though.â You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.
âSure.â He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.
âHello, Princess.â He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.
Heâd called you that for forever now, and youâd be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didnât make your pussy clench.
He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.
âDid you do something productive today?â He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.
âI did some school work earlier.â You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.
He hummed, nodding approvingly.
âGood girl,â He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now.Â
âHave you eaten something filling today?â You bit your lip.Â
You hadnât had a âmealâ, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just werenât in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.
There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.
âDepends on what the word filling means.â You responded, as if this wasnât a question that he asked you everyday.Â
Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.
His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.
âThis isnât a meal, ____ . â He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.
âI know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.â Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.
âYou hungry?â He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.
âNope.â As if on cue, your stomach growled.
âMhm.â He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.
âIâm about to cook you something, little girl.â He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.
âYoongiiii-â
âIn the mood for pasta? Youâve got all of the ingredients Iâd need to make you some alfredo.â You groaned.
âMy stomach growls all the time! Iâm not hungry, I swear.â He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.
âSuck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?â He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.
âI donât want the strawââ
âI already put the noodles in the pot, so youâre shit out of luck.â
âââ
Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.
You shouldâve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.
âAlright,â He began, as he finally left the kitchen.
âShould be good to eat in a few minutes.â He slid back onto the couch.
âMind if I use your laptop to check my stats? Iâm sure theyâve gone up.â He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.
Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.
âWhat? Those stats not what you expected them to be?â You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.
âWhatâ Oh my God, give me that!â You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.
âAre these your nudes?â He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.
Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.
Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment.Â
âPlay it cool.â You thought to yourself.
âYeah? So what if they are?â You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.
âClearly you donât seem to mind.â You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.
He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.
âYou talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.â He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.
You werenât sure of what to say.
âUh, I never toldââ
âYouâd be surprised of what you tell me when youâre drunk.â He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.
âSince weâre letting secrets go, you should know that Iâve thought about fucking you plenty of times.â He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.
âYou havenât got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.â
Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.
âI know that youâd let me, too.â He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.
âYou would let me, wouldnât you?â He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.
You thought about it.
Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that youâve grown to become best friends with over the past year?
Hell yes.
âYes, yes Iâd let you.â You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance.Â
He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.
And fuck, he couldnât wait.
âHmm.â He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.
He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.
âHow far have you gone, baby?â He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.
âIâIâve, fuck,â You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.
âIâm sorry, youâve done what?â He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.
âI-Iâve masturbated with a toy.â Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.
âThatâs all?â You nodded shyly.
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me.â He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.
âIâve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?â He wasnât lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.
You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion.Â
âOh my God.â He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.
âDonât ever do that again.â He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.
He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.
âAre you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.â He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.
âIâm sure. Pleaseâoh, shit!â You yelped. Yoongi hadnât even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.
Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.
He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.
His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.
He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.
âSo good, baby. So fucking good,â He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.
You didnât know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.
You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.
ââM gonna cum, so fucking close, please pleaseââ You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.
âSHIT!â You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.
Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.
âYou with me, babygirl?â He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.
âUghh, oh my fucking God!â You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.
âHey, youâre okay, hm? I need to make sure youâre as comfortable as possible if youâre still willing to take my cock.â His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.
The thought alone excited him.
âJust a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.â You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine.Â
He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.
Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely.Â
He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.
He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.
âCould you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?â He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.
You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.
âOh, fuck.â He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.
He desperately needed to be inside of you.
He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.
âThink you can still handle me?â You looked up at him. He wasnât smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.
âMhm, j-just please, be gentle.â You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.
âWouldnât have it any other way.â
For now.
He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.
âReady for some more?â He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.
He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.
âYouâre taking me so well, ____.â He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.
He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.
ââM not gonna last long, baby. Youâre squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.â You werenât sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.
âI need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?â You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.
He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.
âNow, cum now.â He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.
You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongiâs waist as he slowly pulled out of you.
The corruption was only beginning.
âHungry? Iâm sure the food is plenty cool now.â You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.
âIâll go grab some for you, but Iâve got a question for you first.â He paused. âNo, wait, two actually.â You glanced at him.
âGo for it.â You said, voice hoarse.
âWould you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?â You scoffed.
âI thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.â You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
âI was.â You froze.
âI backed out, though.â
âI mean, I wouldâve said yes.â He snapped his head toward you.
âYou would have?â You nodded, a small smile on your face.
âIn that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?â You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.
âYes, I will.â He leaned down to peck your cheek.
âMy last question...â
âYeeeees?â You encouraged him to continue.
âWhy are your nudes on your laptop anyway?â
âI hate you.â
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Your Favourite
Hello everyone!Â
From this day onwards, Iâll post exact 7 different stories/HCâs/Art of Sanji on the occasion of his birthday. (Aka from 26th Feb to 4th March)
I hope you support this Sanji week of mine! (a like and reblog would be amazing and Comments are always appreciated!) If you see any mistakes, please forgive me. Thankyou.
I hope you like it!
Modern Universe
Pairing : Sanji X Reader
Warnings :Â Noting but fluff! Happy ending!
Word Count : 1.5K
Summary : Reader is a regular at Sanjiâs cafe and everyday receives a compliment or a small writing on the order. ( Aka Cup) This makes the reader so happy and slowly develops a crush on him. One day due to turn of some events, Reader asks him out. For which he becomes very happy and of course happy ending!
A/N : I was listening to BTS Black Swan (Clickable) while I wrote this. Listen to it for more feels! I assure you, you wont regret listening to it.
You sat in your usual place with the hot beverage on you table. As you continued to work on your laptop, you took small sips of your drink. But sure you werenât totally concentrated on your work thanks to a certain blond barista. He always smiled at you whenever your eyes met, replacing the embarrassment with heart fluttering. It was just a small crush, nothing much. Well, it wasnât like he was only nice to you. He was polite to all the customers. He always made you look forward to coming here every evening at sharp 5 was because of one thing. You again took your cup and looked at the writing on it.
âYou look so cute when you smileâ, you smiled looking at it. It was just a crush.
On a very stressful day, you came to this cafĂŠ and placed your order. The same blond, served your order. You took a sip of that drink and instantly, fell in love with the flavour. You cooled down because of the texture and the taste of the drink. It was heavenly. You drank it as your mind slowly relieved you of your negative and stressful thoughts. You smiled as you placed your empty cup down on the table.
Then you noticed, a beautiful handwriting was on the cup. It said, âThanks for the smileâ. Your eyes widened with surprise as you looked at the blond. He just served an order and then looked at you and smiled. You took your belongings and also the cup and left the cafĂŠ. You looked at the cup one more time and took a picture of it. This was the only nice thing happened to you all week. So it didnât seem silly at all in that moment. Now even after becoming a regular to this place, he never once forgot to write note for you and you never missed taking the photo of the notes. It became a routine for you. Every time you opened your gallery, these photos would come into your view and would make you smile. You made sure to tell your friends Kidd and Killer about this cafĂŠ and its delicious drinks. They also visited the cafĂŠ and really liked it. That day, you saw that he wrote, âThank you so muchâ, on your cup. Kidd and Killer were not always with you but they did become regulars to the cafĂŠ because of you.
One evening you entered the cafĂŠ and went to order but, the blond wasnât there. You looked around as you scanned the place with your eyes. He wasnât in the cafĂŠ. Your order was given to you. You took it and sat. You opened your laptop and started to work. Your mind didnât allow you to work peacefully. You couldnât finish your work properly and wasted 2 hours. You placed your things in your bag and went towards the door to leave. Just when you were about to exit, then the blond came in. He was wearing causal outfit and not the usual uniform of the cafĂŠ. Your eyes locked with his and he smiled at you and for the first time, he talked to you, âOh! AreâŚAre you leaving?â
You of course couldnât say that you were leaving because he wasnât there. So you just nodded. His jaw clenched then he looked at the counter and again at you.
âJust wait for a minute pleaseâ, he rushed over to the counter and within seconds he made a different kind of drink, which you never tried in this place. He quickly scribbled on the cup and came towards you. He handed it over to you. You tried to open your purse to give him money but he placed his hand on yours and said, âNot required. Just take it as a gift. Pleaseâ. He pulled his hand back and gave you a quick bow, then went to the employeesâ only room.
You left with a smile on your face. You took a sip of the drink and then you noticed that it was so unique and different. You never drank this type of drink ever in your life. This was delicious and had smooth texture. It instantly became your favourite. You then looked at the cup to see what he wrote and it was, â9am to 12pm + 7pm to 11pmâ
âDang. He wrote his timingsâ, you smiled thinking that. Then your eyes widened. âSo⌠is he expecting to see me during these timings? Does he know about my⌠crush?â you didnât knew what to do. Well, even if the drinks were amazing, your reason for going there every day was⌠him. You remembered about the work you had to do that day and rushed home. âWhatever⌠I can regret later. Iâll go at 7pm tomorrowâ, you thought as you drank your drink.
Next evening you came at 7 and looked at the handsome barista. His eyes clearly twinkled as he saw your form. You went to him and said, âYesterday, the drink you gave me, it was amazing. I guess it became my favourite now. What is it called?â. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and said, âThank you so much, but⌠I didnât give it a name yet. Itâs a new drink which needs to be added to the menu. No one tried it yet, except... for you.â Your eyes widened at his words.
âThat⌠that was a new drink you came up with and itâs not even on the menu?!â, you said as you placed your hand on your mouth. It was shocking for you. He was this talented and the new release he planned was tasted by you first. He chuckled at your reaction and nodded as his hands caught the marker.
âThat was super good! Iâm sure it will be a huge hit when you add it in your menuâ, you said to him as he looked at you and then again onto the cup as he wrote something. He handed you the cup and you noticed that it was the new drink as yesterdays. You smiled and thanked him. You looked at the writing and it said, âYour expressions are so pure, so innocentâ. It wasnât like the daily compliments and pickup lines. It⌠kinds felt personal. Your cheeks turned pink. You sat at a table and started to work on your laptop with enthusiasm.
As you were working, then suddenly your eyes caught a glimpse of a very beautiful lady who entered the cafĂŠ. She straight went towards the counter and started to talk to the blond. She had orange hair and wore a crop top making her thin waist visible. She was gorgeous. His eyes turned into hearts as soon as he saw her. He then gave her 2 cups of drinks for which⌠she didnât seem to⌠pay for? You didnât knew that but⌠your eyes followed her till she exited the cafĂŠ.
âWas she his girlfriend?â, you thought seeing the way she talked to the blond in a very familiar manner. âHow could I, compare to her?â, you thought as you sipped your drink. It was delicious but⌠you didnât feel like to drink anything now. âWhy did I even think that I had a chance? Why did I even developed this stupid crush on a man, who was taken? Of course with his looks and behaviour he should be in a relationship by now! God⌠Iâm so stupidâ, your mind was filled with different thoughts. After a while you got up and went towards the counter. You smiled at the blond and said, âYour girlfriend is really beautifulâ
His gave a confused look as you said that. âIâm sorry but⌠I donât have a girlfriendâ, he replied.
âOh? But the lady who just came here, I.. I thought she was your-â
âNope! She is just a friendâ, he didnât let you finish your sentence. You were a bit glad that he said it.
âSo, you are single?â, you questioned. For which he smirked and leaned a bit on the counter. He looked into your eyes and said, âYes. I am single. Do you want to ask me out or something?â
âYesâ, you said it without even thinking. His smirk was replaced with a shock now. Realising what you did, you thought of brushing it off but you heard, âReally? You arenât kidding right?â, he questioned. His eyes were looking for a serious answer, so you didnât wanna lie. âIf he rejects, I can regret laterâ, you thought as you took a deep breath.
âIâm serious, I really am asking you out but, only if you want ofco-â
âYES! YES!â, he practically shouted and made everyone to look at you two. He apologised and everyone went back to what they were doing. Then you noticed him placing some cups on a tray. But⌠They didnât seem to have any writings on them. Another worker came and took the plate to serve the customers.
âYou didnât write anything on those cupsâ
âYeah⌠Its⌠Its actually⌠only you. I only write on your cup. I thought you knewâ, he said making your heart beat even faster. âWhy was he doing this to my heart? and why didnât I noticed it beforeâ, you thought as you both blushed.
You both kept quiet not knowing what to say after that. You decided to break the ice and asked, âI never got to know your name. What is it?â
âIts Sanji. May I know your name pleaseâ, he asked
âIts Y/Nâ.
âOh that's the name of my new drink, what a coincidenceâ, he playfully said as you raised your eyebrow and looked at him puzzled.Â
âDon't look me like that, its a jokeâ, he said.
After someways you got to know, that it wasnât a joke. He literally included your favourite as âY/Nâs Favouriteâ in the menu and everyone loved that drink. You got yourself a drink named after you which was super tasty. You were sure it became everyoneâs favourite after that day. You blushed as Kidd and Killer teased you for that.Â
âDamn Iâm luckyâ, you said as you looked at Sanji. His cheeks turned pink as he heard you say that. You both smiled at each other.
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The Fool on the Hill - Chapter 4
The secret behind the Two Gentlemen of Verona and the beginning of Lokius...
Their story on the Archive
Between the shelves
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Tomâs fingers slid over the spines of the books along the shelves.
MayaAngelou...
William Blake...
Robert Frost...
Ah there we are Shakespeare's poems...
He took an edition of Shakespeareâs poems before 1640 out of the shelf and sat cross legged on the floor.
Camera and lights had to be relocated for the shoot in the library and Tom thought he might spend the break doing something useful.
âSir?â he heard Owenâs voice imitating a stern security guard, âIâm afraid reading on the floor is prohibited. I have to ask you to get up immediately.â
Tom looked up to a smiling Owen and smiled back. âWhy donât you come down?â
And he did. Owen sat down, leaning at the book shelf opposite, his legs drawn up, smiling at Tom.
âSo Shakespeare again?â his head pointed to the book Tom held in his hand.
Tom laughed softly. âYes, the conversation yesterday got me thinking again.â
Owen nodded and smiled in amusement. âMaybe I get myself a copy of Hamlet to read before bed. What do you think?â
âGood choice, good choice,â Tom reassured him.
And he couldnât help smiling either. They had been doing this a lot lately. Talking and constantly smiling at each other.
Owen leaned forward to search for the right book, his fingers now also sliding over the spines.
âAh look at that!â He pulled out a copy of Two gentlemen of Verona and waved it in his hand.
âI read this in college. I always thought: this is about two bisexual guys, right? And the teacher was like,â he mimicked an older Brit, âoh no, this is Shakespearian English, itâs a bit different than you are used to, I guess. He was from England and wanted to show me that I as a stupid kid from Texas could not understand Shakespeare...â
âAnd oh how wrong they were about you...â Tom remarked and hoped, it didnât sound like he was blushing.
He imagined Owen in high school and how he got underestimated just because of the way he was. Tom certainly would have loved being Owenâs friend back then.
Owen opened the book. âAaah, I remember it now. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.â He looked at Tom. âThat already sounded somewhat gay to me. All these sweet words they have for each otherâŚâ
Tomâs heart began to pound. He had been looking for the right moment to tell Owen.
He had talked with Owen about Loki before they began shooting and of course he had mentioned that Loki was bisexual. Owen had been surprised but not in a bad way. He had said something like âOkay, good for him.â
So Tom could assume that Owen wasnât homophobic. But still, what would he say when he knew Tom was bisexual himself? And Tom even wondered about Owen himself?
Tom had the feeling that Owen was flirting with him. But Tom had flirted with his straight friends, too, so that could mean absolutely nothing. And he would hate it for the flirting to stop just because Owen was suddenly insecure about knowing Tom was bi.
So Tom just said, âLook, this is interesting as well,â and showed Owen the book with the poems. âThese are the poems by Shakespeare. And this is an edition with the original text, where a lot of poems are directed to⌠men. And later they were published again by a publicist called John Benson. But he changed most of the pronouns from he and him to she and her.â
âWowâŚthatâs⌠outrageous! I didnât even know that... You really know a lot of that stuff. Not just Hamlet.â Owen smiled at him. âMaybe we should start a new lecture, the Shakespeare lecture.â
Tom laughed in embarrassment. He knew he was a nerd and got on peopleâs nerves with this whole stuff.
âYou know, I always could kinda relate to Shakespeare somehow.â Owen said, looking at him, intently. âI always felt we shared some similar⌠feelings. It felt somehow familiar.â
Tom felt a little dizzy hearing this.
He still could be misinterpreting this.
But he had heard Owen say that and he thought he just had to act on it.
So he looked a bit left and right to see if there was anyone near them and said, âI know what you mean, I always felt the same. Because he wrote for both, you know. For women and for men.â
He cried out inside. Why was this still so hard to just say it? He was 39 for Christâs sake.
But he probably got it right after all, because Owen nodded slowly, his face all soft, his smile reassuring, knowing.
âIt was nice, by the way, there at the table. I loved that," Owen said after a little pause. "That Loki would sleep in front of Mobius.â
Tom became a little embarrassed. âI just felt that it would fit. Because he trusts Mobius. Thatâs new for him. And thereâs a scene later on with Sylvie where he says that he canât sleep around people he canât trust. So⌠I wanted this to match. Iâm glad Kate went along with it.â
The look that Owen gave him was kind of mischievousâŚ
âI think we should talk about the relationship between Loki and Mobius a bit more⌠dig a bit deeper. Because I think there is a lot to show thatâs not necessarily in the script. You know I was lying in my bed yesterday, imagining Mobius lying in his bed, thinking about Loki. Yes, heâs obsessed with him but I think thereâs so much more. He really cares for him, you know.â
And the way Owen said âhe cares for himâ, God, Tomâs heart immediately began racing again. And he thought he would burst. He felt so much joy and so much love and so much excitement that he was probably grinning like a clown.
Yes, they already talked about the relationship between Loki and Mobius a lot, how much these character could give to each other⌠but they hadnât taken it to another level⌠yet. Honestly, when he first read the script, he didnât see it either. But with Owen now here on set⌠it was getting better every day.
âIâd love that,â he said softly.
And Owen just smiled at him. And then something happened that Tom hadnât expected. Owen leaned his head back on the shelf and began to talk quietly.
âYou know, there was this boy. Charly. We were best friends, from a young age, you know sandbox friends. And we were doing everything together. And one day when we were like 9 or 10 or something he asked me âShould we kiss?´ like he would ask me `Wanna go for a ride?´, as if this was just something you just do with a best friend. So we kissed.â Owen smiled in memory of this. âAnd it was nice⌠It felt good⌠So now and then we would make out⌠And⌠a few years later he would ask me `Should be jerk off?´ and I again was like ´Why not´⌠so we jerked off togetherâ He shook his head as if he himself couldnât believe that really had happened. âSo until we were 18 we pretty much did everything one could do in this⌠area. We had girlfriends from time to time. We were crazy about them. But with Charly⌠it felt always different, more like coming home, something you could always go back to. It was comforting. And all the time it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.â He sighed and looked at the floor, lost in thoughts. âIf there hadnât been the people to tell you otherwiseâŚâ
Tom didnât know how to breathe, didnât know what to say. He was so overwhelmed about Owenâs endearing story, and the sadness behind it. And that he had shared it with himâŚ.
âTOOOM? OWEN??â Lea, the production assistant, was searching for them and calling their names until she finally found them between the shelves. âHow should I find you here?â she reprimanded them. âItâs all set up!â
âSorryâŚâ Tom and Owen answered simultaneously and helped each other get up.
Owen straightened himself and turned to Tom.
âMeet me at section F for Fitzgerald at the next break?â
Tom laughed softly. âSure!â
And while he said this, his heart fluttered in his chest excited about what would happen in section F.
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The Absurd Plan to get Amity Blight a Girlfriend (Chapter 1)
Summary:Â âYouâre late Mittens. Caught up at school like the teacherâs pet you are?â Edric teased and she rolled her eyes.
âI was hanging out with my friends. I have a life outside of school you know,â Amity huffed before a book fell out of her bag and the twins stared at it.
It was the latest Azura the Good Witch novel and she quickly picked it up and shoved it back into her bag.
âSoâŚhanging out means Azura book club? With Luz huh?â Emira winked and she gritted her teeth.
âWeâre just friends and happen to like the same books. Leave it alone.â
âWe never said anything about you two being more than friendsâŚright Ed?â
Alternative title: Edric and Emira try to help their sister get a girlfriend...emphasis on try.
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âEdric?â
âHmmm?â
âHave you noticed Mittens acting...different lately?â
It was an overcast Friday afternoon and the Blight twins were at home, avoiding the boiling rain that was supposed to hit in the next 15 minutes. Emira had just finished her homework, for once deciding to do it early than last minute and had come downstairs to find her brother on the chaise lounge reading.
Edric looked up and raised an eyebrow at his sister, a smirk forming on his lips.
âI assume youâre talking about how she acts with LuzâŚthen yes. I have noticed.â
Emira giggled and sat down next to him, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.
âWe have to use this opportunity! Mittens threatened me earlier this week for cutting class and itâs been a while since weâve teased her,â she said as she tossed her plait over her shoulder.
âWell we were a little harsh with the whole diary incident to be fairâŚâ
âAnd that was weeks ago, Ed! I think itâs time to have a little fun and who knowsâŚmaybe Amity will finally loosen up a little if she had a girlfriend?â
At that moment, Amity walked into the house, barely dodging the boiling rain that started to hit the roof, and an automatic shield was resurrected around the house.
âAlmost got caught,â she mumbled, and her siblings looked at her in curiosity.
âYouâre late Mittens. Caught up at school like the teacherâs pet you are?â Edric teased and she rolled her eyes.
âI was hanging out with my friends. I have a life outside of school you know,â Amity huffed before a book fell out of her bag and the twins stared at it.
It was the latest Azura the Good Witch novel and she quickly picked it up and shoved it back into her bag.
âSoâŚhanging out means Azura book club? With Luz huh?â Emira winked and she gritted her teeth.
âWeâre just friends and happen to like the same books. Leave it alone.â
âWe never said anything about you two being more than friendsâŚright Ed?â
âThatâs right EmâŚso that leaves the questionâŚâ
They looked at their sister, smirking, who had gone a deep shade of red before running up the stairs to her room and slamming the door. They laughed before Edric sat up straight and slammed his book shut.
âOkay Em, Iâm in. Letâs get Mittens a girlfriend.â
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Monday came and it was a new school week. Edric and Emira had spent the entire weekend plotting on what they would do exactly to irritate Amity and they were ready.
They both knew Luz read and wrote fanfiction and that meant cheesy tropes, clichĂŠ gestures and flirting. Their plan was perfect and designed to rile their younger sister off the wall.
There was ten minutes before school started and the two entered the building nodding towards each other before Edric set off in the direction of Luzâs locker.
He spotted her, surprisingly alone, and struggling to her her books out of her locker.
âCâmon! You. Were. Working. Perfectly. Yesterday!â she heaved as she wrestled with the locker but it only bit down harder on the books.
âHey Luz, let me help!â he said cheerfully, and she looked up at him, out of breath.
âMorninâ Edric! I donât knowâŚno matter how much I tickle it, it just wonâtâŚâ
She trailed off as he leaned against her locker and tickled it gently before her books were presented to her.
âHow did you do that-?â she asked as she picked up her books and turning to face him.
âYou gotta be gentle Luz. A gentle touch is exactly what everyone needs from time to time,â he said smoothly, and watched as her eyes crinkled in confusion as well as curiosity.
He inwardly cheered before spotting the head of bright mint hair walking towards them. Amity hadnât seen them yet and he had to act quickly.
âWhere are your friends? I thought theyâd be here,â he asked, as she packed each book into her satchel.
âWillow has a practical plant exam and she wanted to be at class early to prepare and Gus is sick today. Amity said sheâd meet me before class starts so I think sheâll be here in a couple minutes.â
Edric could clearly see Amity now and from his peripheral vision, saw her facial expression turn sour when she saw him with Luz.
Now it was time to strike.
He read in a manga at the library that usually the female protagonist was cornered by her love interest against the lockers. He wasnât sure if it would work on Luz or if it would have the desired effect, but he thought heâd give it a shot.
âWell Iâm happy I could help with your little locker problem. Remember Luz-â He leaned forward and firmly planted a hand against her locker, blocking her from exiting and gave her a wink, â-A gentle touch is what everyone needs from time to time.â
He could hear her sharp intake of breath and saw how she avoided eye contact with him, but the undeniable blush rising to her cheeks showed that what he had done worked. He waited a couple seconds before cocking his head to the side, Luz laughing nervously.
"You'll remember that...right?" he said softly.
âY-yeahâŚI will,â she managed to say before he stepped back, the moment broken, and he walked down the corridor.
âBye Luz! Have a good day!â he called and grinned when he saw Amity run to Luz's side.
She glared at him before he turned at a corner and went to class.
~~~
âSoâŚhow did it go? Did everything go as planned?â Emira squealed as they worked on an illusion together, being careful to keep her voice down.
âIt went perfectly. Luz was alone which made it easier and Mittens looked furious. You shouldâve been there because her face was priceless!â
âWell, itâs my turn after class and I canât wait!â
âMake it subtle. I already feel like Mittens is on to us.â
âSeriously? But you only had one moment with Luz!â
âYou know how she is. Little Miss Jumpy when weâre around her friends. Itâs probably because we embarrass her so much,â Edric murmured.
âYeahâŚmaybe we should give it a rest?â Emira said softly.
They looked at each other before snorting with laughter.
âNah!â they said in unison before completing their illusion.
The bell rung and their teacher nodded at their illusion allowing them to leave.
âOkay Em, youâre up. Donât disappoint me!â he said.
Emira made her way to the courtyard and waited for a few minutes.
She knew that Luz had Potions before lunch and that she would be exiting the class opposite her. She also knew Amity would be walking to her locker to fetch her Abomination books so she would be in plain sight of what was going to unfold.
She hummed with excitement before seeing the class door open and watched Luz walk out, coughing with her other classmates. There was smoke coming from the classroom and Emira stared in confusion. Clearly, she would have to improvise her plan a little to match the situation.
âLuz!â she yelled, and the brunette looked up before making her way over to her.
âHey Emira. Wow, it is bright outside,â she winced as she covered her eyes.
âWhat happened? Youâre all covered with soot and smoke!â the twin exclaimed before getting napkin from her bag, grabbing Luzâs hand, sitting her down by the fountain and wiping her cheeks.
Emira spotted Amity walking across the courtyard and thanks to how the courtyard was built, it echoed, causing Luzâs loud voice to be heard by any passing students. She saw Amityâs head look up from her book when she heard the humanâs voice and Emira concentrated on Luz, not wanting her sister to see that she was looking for a reaction.
âWeirdly enough, it wasnât me this time! One of the guys at the backâs potions ended up backfiring a second before the bell rang and we couldnât find the door because of all the smoke. But guess who could do wind magic and get everyone out of there? This girl!â she said, pointing to herself and Emira giggled.
She could understand why Amity liked her.
Luz was funny, charming and so much more laid back than her younger sister was, but the determination was still there to learn how to be a powerful witch.
They were perfect for each other.
âYouâre getting better every single day Luz. Iâm proud of you. I know thatâs something Eda would say butâŚâ
She wiped Luzâs forehead and booped her on the nose.
âYou are going to be a great witch, cutie.â
She saw the red blush bloom on Luzâs face, and she smiled.
âWell, I better get going to class and you should too. I know you have a busy day ahead of you.â
âHowâŚhow do you know that?â Luz asked, curiously.
Emira cast a quick glance at her sister, who was standing dead still and watching every movement.
âOh, Amity mentioned it to Ed and I over the weekend. She sounded worried about you and your stress levels, but we assured her that you would be fine. She seemed a little calmer after that. She really does care about you Luz,â she added with a small smile and watched in satisfaction at the blush deepening in colour.
âThatâs really nice of her but she doesn't need to worry about me,â Luz said with a smile and Emira grinned.
With Amity watching them she knew exactly what to do next.
âOh, there she is! You can thank her now if you want? Friends do that right?â she offered, and Luz wasted no time in running towards Amityâs direction and wrapping her in a hug.
âLuz! What are you doing?â Amity exclaimed and even from the distance, Emira could tell her sisterâs face was bright red.
âAmity! Itâs so sweet you care about my health, but Iâll be okay. I prepared sufficiently for today to pass my tests and all that but itâs really sweet you care so much!â she said.
Amity was too dumbstruck to answer but Luz was hugging her, and she liked being hugged so she let it happen.
She was about to send a glare to her sister but when she looked around the courtyard, Emira was gone.
~~~
âEd, I wish I had taken a picture of her face! I donât know why we didnât think of this before!â she laughed as they walked outside and sat down in the sun.
They were supposed to be in their last class for the day, but they were tired from class as well as their antics and decided to cut class instead. Emira sighed as she illusioned a pair of sunglasses and placed them over her eyes.
âShe looked like a bright red strawberry ready to explode-â
âWhat do you two think youâre doing?â a familiar voice came from behind them.
âMittens! Gasp, are you cutting class?â Edric asked.
âNo, Iâm here to tell you two to back off Luz,â she growled and Emira smirked.
âOh? And whyâs that? Weâre just being friendly.â
âNo, youâre not! I saw you at her locker this morning Ed and Em, you knew exactly what you were doing when you-â
â-When I booped her nose and told her that you cared about her?â Emira interrupted and she watched Amityâs eyes widen in horror.
âYou did what?â she screeched, and they rolled their eyes at her overreaction.
âI meanâŚitâs not like you donât care about her so reallyâŚweâre doing you a favour Mittens,â Ed shrugged but the mirth in his eyes was there.
âNo. Donât you dare interfere with my friends! Luz doesnât deserve to be manipulated into your little games.â
âOkayâŚfine,â Emira said as she took her sunglasses off and placed them on top of her head and Ed looked at his twin sister in shock.
âBut Em-!â
â-No EdricâŚAmityâs right. We shouldnât interfere and stop teasing Luz. Weâre sorry Amity. Weâll cease our teasing and leave you be.â
Amity blinked at her response and nodded slowly.
âOhâŚokay. Iâll be heading back to classâŚbye.â
They watched her leave and Edric stared at his sister.
âEm! What was that about? What about our plans for the rest of the week-?â
She lifted her sunglasses off her head back to her eyes and laid back down.
âI lied. I just wanted her to leave us alone and look! Sheâs gone. If I hadnât stunned her like that, she probably wouldâve dragged us to Principal Bump for cutting class. Now we can enjoy half an hour to ourselves and we can still implement our plan!â she smiled.
Edric chuckled and laid back down on the grass, âAnd itâs not like weâre trying to ruin her chances with Luz!â
âYeah, weâre being good siblings by helping our sister with her crush!â
They looked at the clouds and laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
âThis week is going to be very interesting indeed.â
~~~
A/N: I keep falling into fandoms and I'm not mad about it at all. I ended up binging The Owl House over the last week and let me just say it was the perfect thing for me now that She-Ra is done! Lumity is basically canon and I ADORE how chaotic Edric and Emira are. They are probably my favourite characters next to Amity, Eda and Luz. I hope you enjoy this and please comment/like/reblog if you liked it! If you want to follow me for rambles about my fanfiction or talk to me, hit me up on Twitter or Tumblr @vanilla107â!
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A Nice Rock For You, My Love (Please Accept)
Summary: Douxie would like to give the reader a special present.
Warnings: Swearing, stabbing, blood, swords and a knife.
Word Count: 3092 -ten pages 12 point times new roman, baby!
A/N: even i couldnât predict where the hell this was headed. have fun with this. i sure did ;)
Douxie placed his newest rock onto the window ceil in his bedroom. Heâd display it for a while, but add it to the collection jar with the others once it was replaced. Every morning heâs wake up, see the shiny stone on his window ceil, and think of his wonderful significant other.
Y/n was an odd duck, but an endearing one at that. They spent most of their time out in the local forest. Douxie wasnât sure what they did out there for so long each day, but that didnât matter as long as theyâd come back to see him in the evenings. Theyâd return to civilization every night scruffy, smelly, and with twigs stuck in their hair, but he thought they looked lovely. Enchanting even. A little dirt never did hurt anyone.
He was going to have to get a new jar soon. Every week or so, Y/n would present him with a new one. A token of their affection for the wizard. He kept every single one. He kept one in the pocket of his favourite jacket. Y/n had found that particular one in the flat of a creek bed. They were drawn in by the bright blue color, reminding them of their beloved wizardâs most recent dye job. After fishing it out, it turned out to be a piece of beach glass, but it was very smooth and rounded. Douxie was using it as a worry stone.
Of course, rocks werenât the only thing Y/n had brought him. Any small thing not tied down the forest could offer was up for grabs to the local cryptid. Sometimes theyâd leave him feathers from a bird they swore they got permission from to take. Sometimes theyâd give him sticks they carved intricate designs into. Sometimes bones. A lot of times bones. Not enough bones for visitors in his home to question though. They just assumed he was really goth. One time, Y/n even straight up gifted him a jar of mud. Well, it supposed to be soil from the picnicking spot they often spent their dates, some water from the nearby stream, with a few hand-plucked flower heads added to the top. Romantic, right? Unfortunately, it was accidentally shaken up between the time Y/N made it and the time they presented it to Doux. Still, it was proudly displayed on his shelf.
As tokens of affection began to collect, Doux decided he should return the favor. Heâd find the perfect gift for his dear Y/n. One to show them just how much he cared, just how far his affection for them reached. Something to make that toothy smile light up their pretty face. Something to seal a promise to them, that heâd be by their side until the end of time.
So here he was, in this jewelry store, trying to find that perfect shiny rock for his significant other. It wasnât going too well, to be honest. Everything was too fancy, and quite frankly, too expensive. It was like the whole store was polished and perfect. All those rings were beautiful, yes, but they looked like they belonged on the finger of a middle-class suburban spouse, not his wonderfully scruffy partner. His darling sasquatch. Too impersonal for his taste.
Heâd decided that the only way to match Y/nâs energy was to find the stone himself. Luckily, he did live in Arcadia. Right below his feet were a system of caves that spanned at least a hundred miles. Surely the local trolls wouldnât mind. Okay, so they did, but that wasnât going to stop him.
After some exploring some of the tunnels for a while and getting a wee bit lost in the maze, he eventually came across a patch of purpley clusters growing from the cave wall. Amethysts, he guessed? Maybe fluorite. Either way, it was marvelous. The color was even close to that of Y/nâs magic. They put off a nice good energy too. This would be perfect. He just needed to find a small enough piece, or chip off a bit, and his quest would be complete. He magicked himself up a knife and set to work. It took him several tries, but eventually he wound up with a nice rock. It wasnât perfect, even kind of lopsided for a ring, but it was a really good purple rock. Raw too. Uncut and unpolished, like them.
He brought it over to his work buddy Annieâs place. She had been really into jewelry making this year. Douxie had seen some of her work. It was top notch. Sheâd make him a nice personalized ring and set the stone into it. And heâd have the peace of mind knowing that this gift would be an excellent piece of craftsmanship. Hopefully Y/n wouldnât lose it in the river. Thankfully, he had measured their ring size during their nap yesterday. So it would be nice and snug. Not drop-in-the-riverable at all⌠Heâd enchant it.
Now all there was to do was wait. He had to give it to them at just the right moment for maximum romantic impact here. Heâd watched a thousand proposal videos on youtube to get some semblance of an idea of what he was supposed to be doing. To be honest, a lot of them seemed kind of over the top and forced. While Doux was a showman, he didnât want to go that route. This moment was going to be special. Intimate. Full of love.
Heâd set up a lovely date for the occasion. A moonlight picnic in their favourite spot. Romantic, with candles. And roses. And champagne. Heâd bring his acoustic too, to play for them. A classic serenade for his love. He also dressed up the trees around with some twinkly magical lights. He was thinking of making them a little show with magic lights too, to narrate their love story. After it was all over, theyâd head over to the clearing to go star gazing. And theyâd fall asleep under the stars in each otherâs arms as a betrothed couple. Okay, so maybe he was going over the top after all. Just a tad. He couldnât help it.
Once he got it all set up, he asked Archie to watch over it while he went to go get his darling. He even acquired a blindfold so he could get that maximum surprise effect. But he didnât take into account the fact that nature isnât exactly flat, and he had to help them carefully navigate the forest floor. At a certain point, he just decided to just pick Y/n up bridal style and carry them, eliciting a giggle from them. It was faster and easier for both parties. Also more romantic. A win-win. Y/n noticed his heart was beating pretty fast as they leaned against his chest. He was getting antsy as the spot came into view.
He was pleased and relieved to see that nothing had gone amiss so far. Everything was intact. Archie was just lazily snoozing on the blanket. Douxie cleared his throat to catch Archâs attention and silently shooed him away with a head jerk. The dragon-cat nodded and took off towards town. Douxie placed Y/n down onto the blanket, oh so gently, taking their blindfold off to reveal everything. Y/n was, to Douxieâs dismay, immediately aware that something was up. This was quite the set up before them. They reacted nervously, which disheartened him slightly, but he couldnât back out now. He wouldnât back out now. He wonât.
He handed Y/n the bouquet of roses, and they flushed. That wonderful pink color of their cheeks somehow gave him enough courage to help him make it through his entire prepared speech without stuttering. What a feat. Despite their earlier wariness, Y/n was captivated. They hung off his every word. Douxie came to the conclusion that he must be using every drop of luck he had right now. Now for the best part, or the part that could embarrass him the most, depending on whether or not his luck continued. Time to woo his beloved with a special song he wrote just for them. Time to bear his soul. His fingers danced over the strings with practiced skill. The most beautiful melody Y/n had ever heard. They had stars in their eyes. He was halfway through his serenade when the heavens opened up.
Douxie almost instantly cast a magic shield over them. It was beautiful, in a way. The raindrops bucketing down, hitting the transparent glowing shield. It made a private percussion symphony just for them. Rain. Douxie saving the day. It was so clichĂŠ, they laughed together. Those freckles on his face danced adorably as he shook with laughter. So, in the spirit of clichĂŠs, Y/n decided to repay him for all his chivalry with a kiss. It caught him off guard at first, eyes wide, but he quickly melted into it.
As the kiss deepened, he pulled his fingers through their hair. They let out a moan into his mouth. He couldnât help the lovesick grin that spread across his face. He turned his attention towards their neck. They tipped their head to give him better access, letting their hands travel down his back. He smelled smokey, he must have had some spell backfire on him today. How endearing. As Doux kissed right under their jaw, they opened their eyes just a half-lid. And then promptly snapped them open all the way. They briskly pulled back, eliciting a whine from Douxie.
âUhhh, Doux,â He turned around to see what had frightened them.
âOh fuzzbuckets,â he blinked at the sight, âis that a wolf?â Douxie exclaimed in disbelief.
âNo, no, not a wolf. It canât be a wolf. Thereâs exactly one singular wolf pack in Cali and its definitely not in fucking Arcadia Oaks.â
The wolf stepped forward. It was smaller than a normal wolf. A wolf-dog maybe. It snarled at them, spit dripping from its sharp teeth. They dared not move, and risk provoking it. Still as statues, Y/n and Douxie watched as it howled a warning to them. Or at least they thought it was a warning.
Suddenly, a very tall figure appeared through the trees. Black cloak billowing in the dark storm, it was if cooked up from some horror novel. Well, a childrenâs horror novel. It probably could have been much, much scarier. Especially to a couple of wizards that also frequently wore black and walked through the dark with their own less-than-domestic pets. But nevertheless, the sight raised the hackles on the backs of their necks. The wolf-dog ran to its masterâs side. The figure patted his familiarâs scruffy head, then strode towards the picnic.
Douxie and Y/n swiftly sprang to their feet. Doux stepped in front of Y/n, to their annoyance. They could hold their own and Douxie knew it, but he couldnât help those protective instincts. As the figure came closer, he dramatically tossed back his hood. Lightning struck at the very moment his bearded face was revealed to them. Completely by coincidence, honest.
âEoin?â Douxie exclaimed in surprise. That expression of surprise then twisted into one of disgust. âOh bleeding balroths, itâs fucking Eoin.â He half-shouted, half-grumbled.
âAye, Hisirdoux! My old pal! Howâve you been, bruv?â Eoin flourished his cloak and smirked at the two. He eyed up Y/n. âAnd what a lovely partner youâve got here, might I add.â Y/n shifted to be a bit more behind Doux.
âWhat do you want, my friend?â Douxie frustratedly asked. Y/n was getting the impression that, despite the terms of endearment here, these two were not friends.
âWhy, donât you already know, little Douxie? Iâm here to settle something I should have long ago.â He said in a now less-than-friendly tone of voice.
âDonât you have anything better to do?â Douxie was exasperated. Eoin just started coming closer. âAlright, mate,â Douxie raised his hands, flicking through his cuff, getting ready for what he knew was about to transpire without any more delay. His adversary shot up his hands to stop him.
âOh! No, no, no! Friend, weâll settle this like men. The old-fashioned way.â
Eoin summoned two rapiers out of thin air. Both some sort of gleaming black metal and glowing jewels. He kept the one with the red gems in his right hand, and tossed Douxie the one with the blue gems with his left. Color coordination, one supposes. Douxie tested the blade with a few swings and parries. His eyes looked down at the rapier and then to Eoin. They sort of bowed to each other.
They fenced back and forth deftly. It was like a dance. A tango. Y/n was impressed at how light footed Douxie actually was. Maybe he planned this? Was this a part of the show or something? It would be an excellent way to prove how capable he was of defending them from evil or whatever. But they got the feeling that this was undeniably real and not planned by, if not for the rancid aura hanging in the air, the absolutely murderous looks in the two menâs eyes.
The wolf-dog came towards Y/n. They readied a spell for defense, but the dog just, sort of sat next to them? It looked like it was also watching the fight intently. It would woof at the two whenever its master got the upper hand, almost as if cheering him on. Strange. A good boy, Y/n supposed. Theyâd reach down to pet it but they didnât fancy losing their hand.
Eventually, Douxie came out on top. The duel had been nasty, but it now looked as if it was all but through. Douxie had Eoin knocked onto his back in the mud at the base of one of the massive old oak trees Arcadia was known for. He held his blade to Eoinâs throat, and they locked eyes. Douxie was huffing for air. But to Eoinâs surprise, He started apologizing. An entire speech. Confusion flashed on Eoinâs face. Hisirdoux had always felt guilty about his transgressions as a lad, about the people he trampled in order to survive before Merlin gave him a home. So heâd spare his old enemy. He was terribly sorry heâd begun this feud in the first place.
âAnd what say you, old buddy,â Douxie grinned hopefully with a glimmer in his hazel eyes. Douxie held out his hand in an offer of actual friendship. He stared into Eoinâs eyes. Eoin stared into his. Eoinâs shaky hand began to reach up to take Douxieâs. They clasped their hands together. Brothers. And for a moment, Douxie had really thought they had made up this time, looking into Eoinâs feeble smile. That is, until Eoin yanked Douxie down towards himself on the ground. Right into his ready, hungry blade.
To the soundtrack of Y/nâs screams, Eoin stood up, casually tossing Douxieâs limp body off his sword. The wind whipped his cloak as he stormed off, into the storm. The wolf-dog followed his master, howling in victory. Y/n was crossing the woods to cling to Doux in an instant.
He coughed up some blood, and intensely stared into Y/nâs eyes. He weakly took their hand, and caressed their cheek. Then remembered to reach into his pocket and pull out that special ring. He slipped it onto their slick, wet finger. Oh, it appeared that their hands were covered in blood. His blood. Neat.
âI- I wanted to a-â he coughed up some more blood, âto ask you if-â
âYes! Yes, of course,â they sounded panicked, âplease, save your breath, my love.â They pleaded. He feebly leaned in to kiss them, but then his world went black. His body fell like a ragdoll into Y/nâs arms.
Try as they might, they werenât a healer. Purple light shone like a beacon in the black stormy night. They performed as many healing, even vaguely healing-ish fixit spells as they knew. Unfortunately, this was a stab wound from a magic blade. They couldnât take him to the hospital, even if they had any trust in modern medicine. Hot tears streamed down their face. But the word hopeless is not devoid of hope. Hope sparked in their heart as they remembered something, somewhere, important.
They had to get him out of here, and fast. He was bleeding out. There was so, so much blood. It had positively soaked through Y/nâs already wet clothes before they were even half way to their destination. The smell of the rain mixing with all the blood was sickening. It was hard to find their way in this darkness. They slipped on the mud and tripped over rocks. Y/n was starting to slip into a panic attack. They couldnât even go very fast, he was so heavy in their arms. And Y/n was frightened of hurting him even more by accident. Y/n was very, very frightened in general.
Time moved like molasses. In what could have been years for Y/n, the cave they were carrying Douxie to finally came within sight. Their heart was threatening to pound right out of their chest. They mustered up the last of their strength and broke out into a sprint. Bolting through the curtain doors of the cave and knocking around the strings of bones that hung with them, Y/n dropped to their knees.
âPlease! Save him! I beg of thee.â They pleaded to the three old women sitting around the hearth.
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Douxie was awoke to the sound of shuffling and unintelligible whispers. He could smell a strong mix of herbs in the air. He felt the soft back of a cold hand rest on his forehead, so he slowly opened his eyes. He was met with the red tear-streaked face of his beloved. Y/n gasped. they excitedly called to whoever else was in the room with them that he was now awake. He did not recognize these women. He did not recognize where he was. He supposed that didnât matter.
Y/n pulled him into a gentle hug, as if he were made of glass. A handsome glass sculpture that would shatter if they let go of him. They just lied there, holding onto each other for dear life, for what must have been an hour. Breathing in each otherâs scents, they had still refused to let go, but Douxie started to cough again. They reluctantly pulled apart, and y/n started their interrogation about any pain he might be experiencing. He was alright, a little sore, but fine. Nothing time wonât fix. And time he was glad to still have with them.
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bonus A/N: i swear this was supposed to be normal, just a sappy proposal fic. but once i set everything up i was overcome with the urge to stab him. so i created a character specifically to stab him. idk im not sorry. at first i had eoin like, cheat the duel with magic, but i figured doux would be his own downfall with that bleeding heart of his we all love so much. happy november yâall.
#douxie x reader#hisirdoux casperan x reader#hisirdoux x reader#douxie imagine#tales of arcadia x reader#hisirdoux casperan imagine#hisirdoux casperan#douxie#toa douxie#my writing
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Would you like a cookie? (ft. G Dragon)
Neighbour AU, Friends to Lovers AU
Taglist:
@unabashedturkeytreeslimeâ
@kwonnansiâ
@happiestgirlontheeastcoastâ
Word Count : Around 9k
Itâs Jiyongâs birthday today, and so, I wrote a one shot about him :)))) Happy Birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful and happy year ahead:)) For those who are following Hatred and Love, Iâm sorry for taking so long :(( I just want it to be perfect :))) There are appearances from Mino, Taeyang and Hyorin. Enjoy :))
Warnings: Language, Smut, Insecurities
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You sighed as you finally flopped down on your couch, exhausted. It was 1 am and you had only just finished moving in and getting your new apartment to look vaguely habitable. Oh, who were you kidding? The place was a mess with cartons of your stuff everywhere. You had just about managed to put away enough things to occupy your room, and although you knew you should just put away everything and go to bed once and for all, your love for naps got the better of you and you set an alarm for 3 am, telling yourself that your alarm was so obnoxiously loud that it was bound to wake you up. It wasnât. You only woke up at 7 in the morning because the sunlight proved to be too much for you to sleep through. You groaned as you got out of bed, body aching all over from the work you did yesterday. You fought your instinct to just get back into bed and sleep the day away and jumped into the shower, hoping that a cold shower would jolt you out of the sleepy, dazed state you were in. It did, and as you got out of the shower, pink cheeked and fresh faced, hair dripping wet, you felt considerably better. You changed into a ratty old t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts and got around to finishing the rest of your work, no matter how long it took.
It took you ages, but you finally finished getting your new place in order, happy with how it looked. You looked down at yourself, making a small face when you realised how sweaty you were. You sighed and got in for another shower. After getting out and changing into something more presentable than your ratty old t-shirt, you headed straight for your kitchen, because you were determined to make a good impression on the neighbours and make them something from the heart. You wanted to bake them cookies. Â You knew you were a bit of a klutz, but if there was one thing you were proud of, it was your recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Even if you were saying so yourself, they were brilliant and no one who had ever tasted them to go back to anything else. You did the math. You would have to make enough for five houses. Two for the floor below you, two for the floor above you and one for the person across from you. You packed them up neatly, all wrapped in pretty paper and tied them with a ribbon, and as you looked down at them, you couldnât help the satisfied smile that spread across your face and the excitement rising in you.
 You rang the doorbell of the house across from you, waiting nervously. You were hoping you would be good friends with this one. After all, they were the neighbours closest to you. But as you rang the doorbell a few more times only to get no response, your excitement faded a little. They were either in there and ignoring you, or they were out. For your sake, you decided to assume they were out. You let out a long sigh and you too the lift down, determined to at least give the rest of the neighbours the cookies and make some friends. When you stepped back into the lift to finally go back home, you were decidedly bittersweet. You met the rest of your neighbours, and while they were lovely, you were hoping for someone more around your age. A friend. Not babies, no matter how adorable, or grandmas, no matter how sweet. You stared down at the neatly packaged cookies for your closest neighbour in your hands, and the only thing keeping you from throwing them away was your strong hatred for wasting food. Caught up in those thoughts, you didnât realise that the lift went all the way down to the lowest level until it was too late. The only thing you could do was supress a frustrated scream and make do with rolling your eyes. Trust your luck. You just kept your head down, annoyed, not noticing the two men who walked into the lift just then.
 Jiyong and Youngbae walked into the lift, Youngbae having just driven Jiyong home after a crazy work session at the studio. Jiyong was too exhausted to stand straight, let alone drive. They didnât notice you at the back, and Jiyong was crabby from the exhaustion. Leaning against Youngbaeâs shoulder, Jiyong frowned when Youngbae wouldnât stand still, moving his head around, sniffing the air. Irritated, he asked,
 âWhatâre you doing Youngbae?âÂ
Youngbae looked around again, and sniffed. Sounding convinced, he said,Â
âJiyong, I can smell brownies.âÂ
Jiyong just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up.
 âYouâre going insane Youngbae.âÂ
Youngbae frowned and persisted.
 âNo, seriously!â
 You perked up when you heard Youngbae say brownies, sniffing around to see if that was true. You shook your head, confused. You couldnât seem to smell them either. Jiyong let out a long sigh.
 âYoungbae, I can also smell them, but thatâs probably just my imagination since I havenât eaten properly in days. Youâre probably just hungry.âÂ
Youngbae turned around now, sniffing around more insistently.
 âNo Jiyong, I can smell it! I swear itâs in here somewhere.âÂ
And as he turned around, he made eye contact with you, who was also sniffing around. You gave him a sheepish smile, but he didnât return it. His eyes just went straight to the bag in your hands. He looked triumphant when he turned to face Jiyong.Â
âSee! I told you so! That lady has some in her bag!â
 It was supposed to be a whisper, but you heard him anyway. You were confused for a minute before you realised it. He was just smelling the cookies. Just as you were about to reach into your bag and offer them some, Jiyong scoffed.Â
âYoungbae, she does not! Stop it! Youâre just embarrassing her!â
 Before he could say anything else though, you entered the conversation with a welcoming smile on your face.Â
âActually, I donât have brownies, but I think youâre smelling the cookies I baked earlier.âÂ
You reached out and handed Youngbae the packaged cookies that you had originally intended for your neighbour.
 âI meant to give this to my neighbour, but itâs late and I donât think weâll be meeting today. Would you like some instead?âÂ
Youngbae smiled back at you, but Jiyong was so sleep deprived that he was more annoyed that he was wrong than pleased about the free food. He turned and looked away, and your smile faltered a bit. Youngbae eyes turned apologetic. He reached out for the cookies.Â
âThank you so much. Iâd be more than happy to have some. Please excuse my friend though. Heâs hardly slept this week, and thatâs making him obnoxious.âÂ
Jiyong glared at Youngbae while you laughed, not feeling so bad after all. The lift finally reached your floor and you were about to get off and say goodbye when they both stepped out as well. Both your eyes and Youngbaeâs eyes widened in surprise, Jiyong too tired to notice. Youngbae extended his hand in a handshake.Â
âOh, so youâre Jiyongâs new neighbour? Welcome! Iâm Youngbae. I donât live here, but youâll see me often because Jiyong is practically incapable of doing anything on his own.â
 He ended with a joking eye roll. You laughed.Â
âOh well, looking forward to seeing you Youngbae. Iâm Y/N.âÂ
You turned and tried to look at Jiyong. he avoided eye contact.Â
âHi Jiyong. Nice to meet you. Since I already gave Youngbae your cookies, can I get you some more? I always have extras at home.âÂ
Jiyong just stared at you, with your warm smile and crinkly eyes and ignored you, opting instead to turn around and walk into his house. Your smile faded. That was rude. And mean. And made you feel terrible. Youngbae mouthed a sorry at you before disappearing into the house as well. You sighed. Maybe you werenât going to have a great relationship with your neighbours after all. Youngbae on the other hand, followed Jiyong in, fully intending to lecture him about how he treated you when he found Jiyong collapsed on the couch, fast asleep. He shook his head and left, knowing that Jiyong would apologise after he remembered how he treated you.
  To say you were not a morning person was an understatement. You fucking hated mornings, and if you had your way, you wouldnât get out of bed before noon. Which is why when you were woken up by the constant ringing of the doorbell at 9 am the next morning, you were pissed.
Without thinking about anything other than biting off the head of whoever decided to wake you up, you marched to the door, hair looking wild, eyes puffy and still wrapped in your blanket. You swung open the door, not knowing who it was but prepared to kill when you found a sheepish Jiyong standing outside your door. Your mood soured even more. What did this asshole have to say? Glaring at him, you dared him to say whatever he wanted to. Jiyong suddenly seemed very interested in the ceiling. Your voice positively frigid, you said,Â
âYes?âÂ
Jiyong jumped a little and then put on a brave front. He cleared his throat and began.
 âHi Y/N. Iâm Jiyong.âÂ
He smiled a warm smile, faltering a little when you didnât respond with one of your own.
 âI just wanted to apologise for how I treated you yesterday. Iâm sorry. I was just running on two hours of sleep for a week, and I know thatâs not an excuse, but I hope that gives you context for why I was so crabby yesterday. It was nothing personal and Iâm sorry I hurt your feelings.âÂ
Your frozen expression slowly started to warm a little. You always did have a soft spot for guys who apologised and did it well, which was okay considering they were rare. You were still a little wary, but you melted enough to give him a slight smile. Encouraged by that, Jiyong moved a little closer, leaning against the wall with an adorably hopeful smile.
 âIs your offer for cookies still on?âÂ
Surprising even yourself, you found yourself opening the door and inviting him in for cookies. You were in your nightclothes. He was in his nightclothes. Neither of you said anything about it.
  Four months later, you werenât surprised when you came back home from work and found Jiyong lounging around on your couch, watching a drama. He raised his hand to you in greeting and you nodded, not joining him because you were going to shower and cook something for dinner.  You and Jiyong had a routine now. You had become close. After the morning where he sheepishly came and asked for cookies, you started dropping by every time you baked something, and when you noticed he ordered food from outside for pretty much all his meals, you simply asked him to join you. You loved cooking, so making a little extra never bothered you. Besides, in thanks, he would help you clean your place, which was good, considering you could be a little ⌠messy at times. Just like that, the two of you started spending more time together and got close. Of course, you knew that you werenât his best friend, but you were still his binge-watching buddy and meal time buddy and that was okay. You also knew that you were a whole lot more invested in that relationship than he was because of the simple fact that you liked him. You might have developed a crush on him and you knew it was bad. You liked him and you wished you didnât, because it was clear to the whole world to see that he didnât see you the way you saw him. You wished you were more than just a neighbour to him, but you knew it wasnât fair to expect any more. You were glad enough that the two of you could become friends. You knew not to push your luck, especially since his type seemed to be supermodels. Youâd heard a lot about his ex from him, since they were still close friends. Of course, it hurt to have to see him with other women, and to have him never see you the same way, but you did your level best to never take it out on him. It wasnât his fault either.
A few days later, you were just chilling at home, enjoying a lazy day baking. You couldnât help but make small subconscious decisions for Jiyongâs sake, like baking his favourite lemon cake and caramel brownies. Once all the work was done, and you were satisfied with everything, you took a look at the clock. It was around 6 in the evening. Not too late to drop in at Jiyongâs studio and give him some food. You shook your head as you packed everything up. he never ate properly when he was working. Someone always had to remind him.
You reached the YG building, calling him as you parked your car. He answered on the third ring, sounding noticeably distracted.
 âHey Y/N. Whatâs up?âÂ
You smiled and answered.Â
âI made your favourite cake and brownies. I thought Iâd drop by with them.âÂ
You were a little hurt when he just hummed an affirmation, not sounding too pleased, but you told yourself that it was probably just because he was busy. Getting out of the lift at his floor, you smiled to yourself because you knew he would love the food, when you heard your name. A womanâs voice was saying it.Â
âY/N? Who is she?â
 You also heard Jiyong sigh and then say,
 âSheâs my⌠friend.âÂ
You couldnât help the way your heart dropped. Was he seriously that unhappy that you dropped by? Did he really have to think about it that much to decide whether you were his friend? You paused for a minute to take a few deep breaths. You then forced yourself to smile the most realistic fake smile you had in you and pushed open the door. You originally thought youâd sit and watch him work for a while, but you didnât want to make things worse, so you decided youâd go after dropping off the food. Your determination to leave cemented itself when you walked in and realised the womanâs voice belonged to his ex. One look at her, with her beautiful, goddess like skin, friendly smile and twinkling eyes made your gut twist. You knew the moment you saw her that you could never hate her. She was so nice and friendly. And it just made you feel even worse, because while you liked her personality, every second you spent around her made you feel worse about yourself. You were much shorter than her, your skin somehow looked both oily and dry, your hair was just a bundle of frizz. You felt shabby. You already knew his standards. It just hurt to compare yourself to it. Suddenly, you felt like your smile looked awkward, your clothes looked drab and you just looked like shit. Forcing yourself to keep the smile on your face, you waved at her. She smiled and moved to help you with the boxes.Â
âHi Y/N. Iâm (his exâs name). These smell heavenly!âÂ
You smiled back at her.
 âHi. Iâve heard so much about you! Itâs so nice to finally meet you.âÂ
She laughed.
 âAll good, I hope?â
 You bit the inside of your cheek before replying an honest answer that made your heart hurt.Â
âYup, all good.â
 You turned to Jiyong, who hadnât bothered to acknowledge your presence.Â
âI made the cake and brownies. I just came to drop it off. Iâll get going now.âÂ
For the first time since you arrived, he turned, looking at you questioningly.Â
âAlready?âÂ
You nodded, struggling to keep up the act. You felt even worse that he never let you go visit him, saying you would distract him, but his ex was right there with him. You thought you were close enough for that. Jiyongâs features slowly morphed into a frown once he took in your forced smile and your hurry to leave.Â
âY/N, are you sure? Is everything okay?âÂ
You painfully managed one last beam at him.Â
âYeah, everything is fine. I just had a little time so I thought Iâd get these to you. Iâll get going now.âÂ
And you left before he could stop you and interrogate you again. You might have cracked and told him, but you knew you didnât need a rejection when you already knew what his answer was going to be.
  You wanted to avoid him for the next few days, once the raw pain of your last encounter with him left, but you didnât have to worry about that, because he was too busy working anyway. He didnât come home for the next ten days and he didnât bother to even send you a text, asking you whether everything was okay or thanking you for the food. You didnât expect thanks, but you were still a little hurt that he didnât bother to check up on you. You tried your level best to get rid of those thoughts, because you knew you were behaving like you were entitled to his affection, but they just werenât going. So, you let yourself sulk for a few days and slowly, you got over it by just not thinking about it. When he finally did come home, you knew you wouldnât have to worry about seeing him for the next two days because he typically sleeps through two days straight before wanting to interact with humans. You figured you would be okay by then. Life, unfortunately, had other plans for you.
It was the third day, the day Jiyong would typically get up. he had already texted you saying he would be over for dinner that night. You couldnât explain what that text made you feel. You felt elation at the thought of seeing him again, but you also felt excruciating pain at the thought of having to be around him and pretend like he was just another friend. You bit your lips, deciding to go shower to get those thoughts out of your mind. You just stepped into the bathroom, humming a little tune and stood under the shower, fiddling with the controls to try and get the perfect mixture of hot and cold when the shower handle broke. It just plain snapped into two. You stood there, staring at the broken off handle in your hand, unable to believe it. You had some weird DIY hair masque of yoghurt and honey on your hair and you had to wash it off. It was late and you wouldnât be able to get a plumber. Your head started to hurt when you realised what that meant. You would have to go and ask Jiyong whether you could use his bathroom. Cursing yourself for your weird affinity for late night baths, you gathered up all your clothes and covered your hair with a shower cap. You threw on a loose shirt and muttering under your breath, you went and rang Jiyongâs doorbell. He opened the door, standing there in a loose t-shirt and shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes before he finally looked up and realised you were standing there. He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of you standing there with yoghurt all over your hair and a bunch of your stuff in your hands, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He started to smirk, and with a teasing look in his eyes, he said,
 âWell, hello grandma. I didnât realise you were visiting me today. You know, you look really young for your age.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and pushed past him.Â
âHaha, very funny. My shower isnât working and I need to wash this stuff out of my hair.âÂ
He groaned.
 âOh god. My bathroom is going to smell awful, isnât it?âÂ
but he still opened the door to his bedroom and showed you to his bathroom. While he was showing you how to work the fancy rain shower he had, he turned and looked you over, frowning.
 âYou take your time. Iâll order some pizza. You look tired. Take a break today. Oh, and thanks for the cake and stuff. They were really good.âÂ
You were grateful he turned around and didnât notice the slight blush you had spread across your cheeks. He cared.
You had a long, relaxing shower. That fancy shower really did make a difference. You sang your heart out, although you werenât any good, and danced along to some of your favourite songs, taking your time to condition your hair, wanting it to smell nothing like yoghurt. You stepped out and towelled your hair, taking your time to put on some moisturiser and got out of the bathroom to change into your clothes, with only a towel wrapped around you. You were not expecting Jiyong to be in the room. Both of you froze for a second and then, he started. Looking straight at your eyes, he started talking, with not a single sign of embarrassment or awkwardness at having seen you like that.
 âOh, youâre done? I wasnât sure whether you had a towel, so I came to leave one here, just in case. Also, the pizza will get here in the next five minutes.âÂ
And he walked out, leaving you stumped and dismayed. Were you so deep inside the friendzone that even seeing you in a towel made no difference to him? You flopped down on the bed, upset. Seriously? Were you that bad? Were you so invisible to him? You groaned. Just when you were getting over the last thing, he found another way to hurt your feelings. You sat up and slapped yourself lightly.
 âOkay, Y/N, come on! You just need to get through this one night.â
 You started changing, about to put on your bra, but then, with a determined snort, you decided against it. You would try again. Just one more time. He had to react in some way if you were braless. If he was the slightest bit attracted to you, he would make a move.
Two hours later, you just waited to walk through your front door before crumbling again. He didnât. He didnât make the slightest move and didnât even acknowledge it, and it was pretty obvious with the loose t-shirt you were wearing. He didnât behave the slightest bit perturbed. Seeing you braless and in only a towel had done nothing to him. He just wasnât attracted to you. And as you sat there, eyes red, eating salted caramel ice cream, you told yourself to suck it up. it wasnât something you didnât know already. You had met his ex. That crippling feeling of insecurity came back. You remembered how horrible you felt when you compared yourself to her, and a tear slipped out of your red eyes. You sniffed and took a large bite of ice cream. You would be okay. You had to be.
  You were right. You had to be okay. So, you forced yourself to be okay around Jiyong. you had gotten pretty good at it. You were trying to stay positive, thinking about how you got to spend time with him, but you being stuck in the friendzone was still stuck at the back of your mind. A week after you realised just how deep down there you were, Jiyong randomly asked you something in between a drama.Â
âY/N, Iâm throwing a party tomorrow. Itâs going to be quite chill, nothing too crazy. Just some food, some drinks and some alcohol. Of course, you have to come.âÂ
He paused to glare at you.Â
âBecause I know you donât have any plans for tomorrow, but I was wondering whether youâd help me with clean up duty? You remember our deal, right?âÂ
You mentally banged your head against a wall, because you did remember the deal. Whenever either of you would throw parties, the other would help clean up if they were free. He had already helped you once with that. You couldnât get out of this one. You also felt like smacking yourself because you knew that somewhere deep down, you were getting hopeful that if you dressed up and looked nice enough, Jiyong might change his mind about you. You didnât show him any sign of your inner monologue and you smiled.Â
âSure, Iâll be there.â
Sure enough, the next day, your stupid, ever-so-hopeful side won out, and you went digging in your closet to find something that would make you look hot. You finally found it. That one outfit you bought on a whim that would save your life. A long black skirt, with a long slit on the left with a wine-red spaghetti strapped crop top. You knew his kind of crowd and it was the perfect mix of formal and sexy. You just threw on a shawl over that and picked out your strappiest of black heels. You didnât like wearing them. They were painful, and they dug into your heels, but you were desperate. You wanted Jiyong to notice you. Taking a little time to give yourself one final pep-talk, you finally opened the door to Jiyongâs apartment, searching the crowd for him. You scanned the room, seeing a few faces you recognised. Youngbae and Hyorin smiled at you. Mino gave you an exaggerated wink, but you couldnât find Jiyong. You face fell a little. You looked everywhere for him, unable to find him anywhere until you got to his bedroom. It was locked, and you were about to walk off, thinking it was just some random couple hooking up, when you heard Jiyongâs voice along with a voice you wished you didnât recognise. So, it was just him and his ex in there. You scoffed to yourself and walked back to the living room, heading straight to the bar to get a shot. You didnât want to get drunk. You just didnât want to be so unhappy, and just a little bit of alcohol helped calm you down. You stopped at that one shot and moved away, finding a place on the couch, staring down at your phone. A few minutes later, Jiyong and his ex walked back into the room. you took one look at them and you felt a little sick. She was wearing his shirt, and he was wearing his shirt inside out. You didnât need to be a genius to figure out what happened there. You blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears you could feel were threatening to fall. You had gotten all dressed up, worn those ridiculous heels, done your hair and make up all nicely all in false hope. Why would you even try when she was around? Laughing a little at yourself and how pathetic you seemed in that moment, you refused to look up at him. You didnât want to make eye contact. You would just wait to help him clean up. No more interacting with him for the night. You got up and went to the balcony, sitting in the swing, vigorously set off on mentally lecturing yourself about what an idiot you were, when you felt the seat dip next to you and you heard a familiar voice in your ear.Â
âWoah noona! You look great tonight!âÂ
You turned to smile your first warm smile for the night at Mino.Â
âThanks Mino.â
You and Mino met by accident, but got along really well. It was one of those nights were you just wanted to stay home and have a few drinks. A few drinks quickly became a lot and you were quite tipsy by the end of it. You were about to call your friend to come and drink with you when you heard a loud knocking on the door. You were curious about who it could be and you opened the door only to find Mino slumped against the wall, a stupid smile on his face, singing to himself. He got to his unsteady feet when he heard the door open.Â
âAhhh hyung! Why did you take so long? Come! Letâs get drunk!âÂ
and lifted his beer bottle. You lifted your can of beer and clinked it against his. Laughing at his confused expression, you said,
 âI support the motion. Come in, Iâve got some drinks inside.âÂ
When he started looking around puzzled, you laughed and had pity on him.Â
âJiyong lives there.âÂ
And you pointed at the door across from yours. You extended your hand and smiled.Â
âIâm Y/N, his neighbour.âÂ
Mino looked back and forth between the two doors, confused for a little while and then he grinned at you. He shook your hand and walked into your apartment.Â
âHi Y/N noona. Iâm Mino, your new drinking buddy.â
 He continued in a mock whisper.Â
âJiyong hyung is a whiny drunk anyways.âÂ
That night, the two of you did a rom-com movie marathon, both extremely tipsy and binging on all sorts of junk food. And Mino was right. He did become your new drinking buddy. And one of those nights when you were drunk, you had confided in him about your crush on Jiyong.
Mino looked at your warm smile and your surprisingly glassy eyes, and he knew why you were upset. He sighed and gave you a hug.Â
âIâm sorry he didnât notice noona.â
 You laughed. A small, humourless laugh, and then you snapped yourself out of it.Â
âItâs okay Mino. Donât apologise. Itâs not like you did anything wrong.â
 Mino looked at your sad smile and he had to supress some anger at his hyung and how obtuse he could be. With a flirtatious smile, Mino tucked a little hair behind your ears.Â
âWell, noona, I, for one, think you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.âÂ
You laughed at his attempt to cheer you up.Â
âThanks Mino, but youâre a lousy flirt.âÂ
He pouted and made the infamous puppy dog eyes.Â
âNoona, Iâm not that bad!âÂ
You ruffled his hair, and smirked.Â
âSorry to break it to you, but you are actually that bad.âÂ
Mino jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand, dragging you inside. He turned to face a surprised you and smirked.Â
âWell, for that series of insults that shattered my ego, you owe me a dance.âÂ
Your eyes widened, making you look almost comical.
 âMino, you know I canât dance!âÂ
He gave you a light smirk as he twirled you around, making your back lean against his chest. His hands snaked around your waist and he reached for your hand to drape it over his neck. He slowly started guiding you to sway along with the rhythm while he leaned down and whispered in your ear,Â
âWell, thatâs what Iâm here for.âÂ
You smiled with a light flush on your face.
 âOkay Mino, Iâll admit that was smooth, but why are you doing this?âÂ
He twirled you around again and pulled you even closer to him, leaning down to whisper in your ear and one of his hands reached up and undid your bun, letting your hair fall loose.
 âMuch better. Iâve always liked your hair like this.âÂ
Leaning in even closer, he switched back to his normal self. In a low whisper, to make sure no one could hear him, he said,Â
âNoona, just go along with this. I have a hunch.â
 You stared at his face suspiciously for a few seconds before giving in. You rested your head against his chest and pulled him down closer by his collar.
 âI have no idea what youâre trying, but Iâll go along with it. Iâve got nothing better to do anyway.âÂ
Mino just looked up to check whether his plan was working, and as he felt his hyung glaring daggers at him, his smirk deepened a little. His plan was working. Mino continued to blatantly flirt with you, and to the rest of the party, it seemed like the two of you were a thing, when in reality, both of you were struggling to not laugh. Mino twirled you around one last time before gently running his hands up and down your sides. He led you off the dance floor and back to the balcony. He looked at you, dead serious.Â
âY/N noona, you trust me, right?â
 You nodded. Mino looked behind you, and as he saw that familiar build, he knew he was right. He looked back at you and said,Â
âTrust me on this one too.âÂ
And he grabbed your face and leaned in to kiss you. You closed your eyes, prepared to kiss him, but that never happened. Instead, you felt someone grab your hand in a vice grip and pull you away, muttering a half-hearted apology to Mino about how he needed your help with something. He pulled you straight through all the crowd and into his room, locking the door behind you. You stared around you and you felt a little sick. Wow, he was really something else. He had the gall to bring you to the room where he hooked up with his ex less than an hour ago because he was jealous you were dancing with Mino. You started to feel more than a little annoyed. He was really starting to get to you. You looked away at the walls and ceilings, not wanting to have to see his face. Jiyongâs voice was low and angry when he said,Â
âWhat the bloody hell were you doing with Mino out there?âÂ
Still not looking at him, you replied.
 âHow is that any of your business?â
 Jiyong was so angry he was practically hissing.
 âIt is my business if you try to hook up with my junior right in the middle of my house.âÂ
You snorted, too incredulous to actually say something. Jiyong continued.Â
âYou two were practically fucking on the dance floor.âÂ
You froze for a second, shocked, and then, you hardened. Jiyong had gone too far. Â Your voice positively frigid, you said,Â
âI see.âÂ
And you walked out, leaving a shocked, blabbering Jiyong behind. His expression melted when he saw you walk out. He didnât mean to hurt you.
You spent the rest of the night on the balcony with Mino. Mino just took one look at your expression when you walked out of the room and he knew that things hadnât gone well. And so, he decided to sit with you and keep you company, making sure you didnât feel too low. You appreciated it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Jiyong looked sad, apologetic, and he kept trying to make eye contact with you to try and apologise for the way he blew up, but you staunchly refused all of that. You didnât want to talk to him. Not when you felt so hurt that the only reason you werenât crying was because you were angry. Slowly, around two in the morning, people started to leave. Things were pretty close to wrapping up by 2:30. You were still sitting in the balcony while Jiyong was seeing his guests out. You had decided to stick things out and help him clean up because you didnât want to owe him anything because you were planning on avoiding him after that. Youngbae, Hyorin and Mino were the last people to leave. The three of them were watching the two of you and trying to figure things out. Hyorin shook her head and muttered,Â
âGod, Jiyong is an idiot.â
 Youngbae nodded in agreement.Â
âHe is. Heâs really bad at trying to show her that he likes her.âÂ
Mino took one look at the two of you and sighed. He rubbed his hands together and said,
 âAll right then. Iâm going to go help speed things up. Make sure Jiyong hyung sees this.âÂ
And as Mino walked over to you, Hyorin led a confused Youngbae up to Jiyong, making Jiyong turn around just in time to see what looked like Mino kissing you. In reality, he just grabbed your face and made faces at you, but from the back, it looked like a passionate kiss. Jiyong also saw you laugh and give Mino a tight hug. He didnât know you had no idea why Mino did that and that you called him crazy, but he had seen enough. All his sadness melted away and was replaced with jealousy, making him quite rude to you.
You had gone to the kitchen, getting a trash bag so that you could get the work over and done with quicker. You hadnât even been gone from the living room for five seconds when you heard Jiyongâs angry voice call you. Pausing for a second to steel yourself, you stepped back out.Â
âWhat is it Jiyong?âÂ
His voice was harsh when he said,
 âWere you trying to get out of cleaning duty?â
 You just rolled your eyes and held up the trash bag.Â
âClearly not, Jiyong.âÂ
And you ignored him, moving around the house, getting rid of all the trash. He stared at you for a second, annoyed and unsure of what he should do next and then he got out a mop and began mopping up the spills around the place. He kept stealing glances at you, trying to get you to look at him, because the awkwardness between the two of you was killing him, but you never looked up at him. not even once. Jiyong didnât know what to say, and the jealousy was clouding his mind. He had liked you ever since he first saw you, with all your hair sticking up and in ridiculous pyjamas. He had tried to drop hints. He had tried to make you jealous. But nothing seemed to work. He had resigned himself to thinking that you didnât like him, and he would just have to get over it, but when you walked in, looking so unbelievably beautiful when Mino kissed you, he just felt himself lose it. Still mopping, Jiyong asked,Â
âSo, Y/N. You and Mino, huh?â
 You didnât respond, but he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear you tell him that you liked someone else so that he could finally try to move on. You stiffened when he said that, but didnât say anything. He repeated himself, a little louder the second time around. You pretended like you didnât hear him. Jiyong had had enough. he threw the mop down, letting the loud noise echo through the apartment, and walked up to you, grabbing your chin and making you look at him.Â
âY/N. Iâm asking you whether you like Mino.âÂ
You stiffened, as though determined to fight it out before your body became slack, as though you gave up. You gave him a slight smile and with a shaky voice, you said,Â
âGod, Jiyong. You really know how to hurt a girl, donât you?âÂ
He froze. You were sad. He had made you sad. Why were you sad? He watched you walk away for a second before realising that you were leaving. You were done. You had tried your best to help him and if after all that, Jiyong was still going to cause you so much pain, you were done. You had just walked through the door of your apartment, prepared to curl up in bed and cry when you heard someone walk in with you. You groaned, a little teary by now.
 âJiyong plea-â
 He cut you off by slamming the door behind him and turning you around, so in a matter of seconds, you found yourself being pressed against a wall. He put his arms on either side of you, preventing you from moving. He had his head down, breathing heavily, as though trying to come to terms with something. He looked up at your teary eyes, his eyes equally pained and asked,Â
âWhat did you mean?âÂ
You had nothing to say. You could only stare at that beautiful face, contorted in pain and confusion. His voice slightly calmer this time, he repeated himself.Â
âY/N, what did you mean by that? When did I hurt you?âÂ
You couldnât help the tear that rolled down your cheek at that point. How could you possibly explain how he hurt you? He gently reached up to wipe your tears. His voice was soft when he said,
 âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
 You took a deep breath, trying your best to not become a crying mess.Â
âJiyong, itâs not your fault. You didnât mean any of it, except for just now, when you were an asshole about Mino.âÂ
His voice both pained and soft, he asked,
 âBut what did I do Y/N?âÂ
Fuck it. It was now or never. You already knew things with Jiyong would never be the same again. Tears started rolling down your face as you said,Â
âJiyong, how?! How do you not know that I like you?âÂ
Jiyongâs world froze around him while you broke down and started sobbing, desperately trying not to fall onto his shoulder. You refused to look up, scared to meet the pitying gaze you were sure he would have, but he gently but firmly grabbed your chin and made you look at him. when you finally opened your eyes, he was staring at you with a soft, gentle warmth.
 âY/N, how do you not know that I like you?â
 It was your turn to be shocked, staring at him in uncomprehensive confusion. His hands cupped your face as he gently wiped off your tears.Â
âY/N, Iâve liked you ever since you moved in here.â
 You pouted a little, your lower lip trembled with a threat of tears.
 âJiyong donât lie to me. Youâve never seen me that way. I know you hooked up with your ex today. You donât need to pity me that much.âÂ
 All his anger, all his jealousy was gone and he just shook his head earnestly, thoroughly confused.Â
âY/N, I swear we did not hook up today. Weâve never hooked up after we broke up. Sheâs seeing someone else.â
 You stared at him, still a little suspicious.
 âBut you made it so clear that you only see me as a friend. Why didnât you say anything earlier?â
 He looked back at you, still confused.Â
âWhatâre you talking about?â
 You sighed and grabbed his hand, walking over to the couch and sitting down there.Â
âWe might as well get comfortable. You have a lot of explaining to do.â
He sat down next to you, waiting until you had crossed your legs and turned to him. Glaring at him, you asked,Â
âWhy didnât you say anything earlier? Why didnât you behave like you liked me?â
 He stared at you, incredulous.Â
âWhat do you mean âbehave like you liked me?â Y/N. Youâre the only person who has succeeded in getting me to eat well and on time. Loads of other people have tried too, but youâre the only one who succeeded. Why do you think you succeeded?â
 You stared at him, still suspicious.
 âWhy do you think I spent so much time at your place? Because no matter how tired or sad I was, being with you cheered me up. you should ask Youngbae about that sometime. Before I met you, I would just stay in my apartment most of the time.âÂ
You were still staring at him suspiciously. Jiyong rolled his sleeves up and turned to face you completely.
 âI tried to make you jealous all the time.â
 Catching your glare turn deadly, he quickly added,
 âNow that Iâve experienced that method myself, I know how shitty it feels, and I swear I wonât ever do that again. But seriously. I tried to make you jealous so many times, and there was absolutely no reaction from you. That is the only reason I didnât say anything to you. I thought that you would have reacted or said something or gotten mad if you liked me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and muttered,
 âItâs called self-control.â
 His voice turned soft.
 âI know now. And Iâm sorry. I didnât realise how much it hurt to have to see that. I didnât mean to hurt you. Iâm just dumb when it comes to stuff like this.âÂ
You sniffed a little, his words finally getting through to you.
 âBut why didnât you say or do anything Y/N? And what was that with Mino?! You let him kiss you.âÂ
Your eyes turned fiery again.Â
âFirst off, Mino didnât kiss me, he just made faces at me! Secondly, I didnât do anything?! You think all those times I came back from work, exhausted to the bone, but cooked or baked your favourite food was nothing? What about all the all-nighters Iâve pulled to keep you company when youâre working on something important? You know how much I value my sleep! What about all the ridiculously sappy shows Iâve watched with you, all though the lines made me want to gag?!â
 You snorted, and gestured towards your outfit.Â
âLook at me! I dressed up like this, with shoes that make me feel like Iâm walking on glass, hoping that you would notice me!âÂ
He winced a little and while you continued on your rant, he slowly reached for your feet and slipped them off without you noticing.Â
âThe only reason I didnât say anything was because of all the girls you were around. Your ex is a literal supermodel. How do you think it made me feel to compare myself to her?! And it didnât help that you showed no signs of liking me back.â
 He moved a little closer to you and held your hand.
 âIâm sorry Y/N.â
 His eyes were sincere, and you knew he meant it, but you needed some answers.Â
âWhy was she wearing your clothes and why is your shirt on inside out?âÂ
Without batting an eyelid, he moved even closer and answered in an earnest, sincere voice.
 âShe puked all over herself and me, so both of us needed to change. I put it on like this because I was in a hurry to see you.âÂ
Your breath hitched when he said that and you blushed. Still, you continued.Â
âWhat about the time she was in your studio? So, it was okay for her to be there but not me? And why was there hesitation when you called me your friend?â
 âI didnât want to call you my friend when I want you to be my girlfriend. And yeah, she can be there, but you canât, because I can still work if sheâs there, but if youâre there, it is literally impossible for me to pay attention to anything or anyone else.âÂ
You heart started beating a whole lot faster and your face turned red. Your voice wasnât so sure when you asked your last question.
 âWhat about the time I showered at your place? You walked in on me wearing nothing but a towel, but you didnât react at all.â
 His hands gently pushed pulled you closer so that he could wrap his arms around you.Â
âY/N, I didnât want to make it awkward for you. I didnât react the way I wanted to because I thought you didnât like me and I didnât want to make you feel uncomfortable.â
 Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure he could hear you. All you could manage was a sheepish,Â
âOh.âÂ
 One look at your face and Jiyong knew what he was going to do next. In one smooth movement, he lifted you onto his lap, making you straddle him. His fingers gently traced patterns on the soft skin of your thigh, exposed by the slit in your skirt. His other hand wrapped around your waist, he pulled you as close as he could and pressed his lips against your ear, gently murmuring,
 âDo you want to know what I wanted to do to you that night?â
 You nodded slowly.Â
âWell, Y/N.âÂ
His fingers reached for the straps holding your top up.Â
âI wanted to undo that small knot holding your towel up and throw you on my bed. Oh and donât even get me started about your braless stunt afterwards.âÂ
His fingers undid the knots of the straps, letting your top fall to the ground, leaving you in a wine-red lace bra. His eyes darkened considerably, and you gulped seeing the lust in them, knowing fully well that your eyes looked the same. His hands ran across your back, making you arch against him.Â
âI wanted to make you scream my name. I wanted everyone to know exactly who was making you feel that way.â
 His hands gently ran across your collar bones.Â
âI wanted to leave some marks against your pretty neck.â
 His hands gently travelled down your body and grabbed your ass.
 âI wanted to make you a moaning mess, so much so that you would barely be able to remember your own name.âÂ
Feeling his erection, you rocked your hips against his, the feeling making you moan. His lips were pressed against your neck when he said,
 âYes, just like that.â
 Looking straight into your eyes, he said,Â
âI wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldnât be able to walk.â
 You let out another moan from just his words. You looked straight back into his yes and replied.
 âWell then Jiyong. Do it.â
 In a matter of seconds, he lifted you up in his arms and kissed you, a slow, teasing kiss. He walked towards your bedroom and dropped you down on the bed, taking a moment to pause and admire how beautiful you were. You were a little breathless when you said,Â
âJiyong. Shirt off. Now.â
 He smirked at you, but obliged. He climbed onto the bed over you, hands reaching behind you.Â
âPrincess, I might have listened to you just now, but donât get the wrong idea about whoâs in charge here.â
 Before you could roll your eyes and give him a snarky response, he unhooked your bra, pulled it off and swirled his tongue against your nipple. Your hands went to grip his hair, holding him there while you threw your head back, moaning his name. He looked up at you and smirked.
 âSee, I told you that youâd be moaning my name.âÂ
And then shifted his attention to your other nipple. You were getting wetter and wetter, sure that your panties were soaked with how wet you were. He moved up to your neck, and sure enough, he began leaving small marks all across your neck. He leaned back for a second to admire his handiwork. You were flushed and panting. Your nipples were almost incredibly hard and your chest was covered with hickies. He kissed you, growling against your ear.Â
âMine. All mine.âÂ
You knelt on the bed with your hand on his belt, getting ready to make him feel a little better, but his hands gently grabbed your and held them away. His voice was teasing, but firm when he said,Â
âDid I say you could do that princess?â
 He pushed you back as he slipped off your skirt.
 âTonight, Iâm going to focus on you. Itâs my way of apologising for making you feel jealous all those times.âÂ
You were squirming, because every little touch of his took you too far, but he firmly pulled you legs apart and pulled off your panties. His fingers slowly ran over your clit while he watched the way you shivered from that. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared at them.Â
âSo wet and all for me?âÂ
You nodded, unable to take your eyes off him. Staring back at you with almost feverish intensity, he slowly licked his fingers and leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, and that made you even more wet. He them made his way to your thighs, pausing to pepper them with light kisses and hickies. You were moaning.Â
âJiyong please.â
 His eyes teasing, he asked,
 âPlease what?âÂ
You stared at him pleadingly. He smirked and sat,
 âSay it.âÂ
Your face red, you managed to whisper,
 âJiyong, will you please eat me out?â
 His smirk deepened.
 âAs you wish princess.âÂ
And he started. He gave a long, slow lick across your vulva before finding you clit. You were holding his head, pulling his hair as you moaned his name again. He licked around your clit, gently teasing till he reached the very edge of it, but never directly on it. By now, you were raising your hips, unable to sit still. You threw your head back and moaned out his name again. He paused for a second, only to give you a devilish smirk and say,Â
âNope. Not loud enough.âÂ
before diving back, this time giving your clit a long, firm lick. He then swirled his tongue around it before pressing down on it harshly and curling a finger into you. Without meaning to, your moans and screams became much louder, unable to contain yourself. He knew you were close from the way you were panting. Jiyong lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it, and with that, you came, shuddering a little as your breathing slowly steadied. He was about to get up when your hands ran across his chest, pulling you closer to him before you said,Â
âYou said you were going to fuck me so hard I wouldnât be able to walk.â
 His face morphed into that same devilish smirk.Â
âMy princess is so needy for me.âÂ
Before you could reply, he reached for your clit and rubbed down on it, hard. You were already sensitive from your orgasm, so you could only moan as you fell onto him.Â
âYes, Jiyong, I am needy for you.âÂ
 Still smirking, he reached for condoms in his drawers. You quickly undid his belt and removed his pants. He slid on a condom before pushing you down. He just pushed into you with no warning, making you gasp from the sudden change. Jiyong gave you a minute to adjust before he began moving, rough and fast. And hitting that one spot inside you without fail with every single thrust. You were already screaming when one of his hands reached down to play with your clit, making your screams even louder. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks. His breathing was getting shallower and his thrusts unsteady. You were both glistening with sweat. He pulled out completely before pushing into you again, and with that, both of you came. He flopped down next to you, both of you tired. You turned and pulled him into a long, gentle kiss. He pulled away to smile and stroke your hair.Â
âI guess itâs a little late, but will you be my girlfriend?â
 You laughed and nodded eagerly.Â
âIâd be only too happy to be your girlfriend.âÂ
And you kissed him again. It was long and slow for a while, before things started heating up again. He pulled you onto him with a smirk.
 âI guess itâs time for round two then.â
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I donât know if requests are open, but if they are can I request a Steve Rogers x Reader where at the end of end game he goes back to his lover from the 40s but instead of Peggy itâs the reader(include any backstory that you want)? Like even his compass contains the picture of the reader and not Peggy. I love your wring so far btw, keep up the good work!!!
Home Isnât Just A Place | Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: When Colonel Phillips himself delivered the letter stating the love of your life (and best friend since 5 years old) was dead, you were more than devastated. You were still mourning the loss of your fiancĂŠ, mindlessly fiddling with the ring on your finger, when a much harsher knock rang at your door. You expected it to be perhaps your sister or a delivery boy. What you certainly didnât expect was for your fiancĂŠ, who you were told was dead, to be standing at your doorstep.
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Crying
Word Count: 2.38K
A/N:Â Hope this meets your standards! I tried my best with this one and i hope you enjoy it! Just a reminder that I will always be accepting requests! I will be writing a Part 2 to this, so stay tuned!
âItâs fine guys! I can cook something in the apartment!â You speak, the men on either side of you giving you a small glare.
âItâs our last night, (Y/N/N). We wanna make it special before youâre alone in the apartment.â Steve mentions, wrapping his arm around your waist. Youâre still taller than him, but itâs the thought that counts, right?
âThat restaurant isnât that good anyway.â You whisper, trying so hard to hide the disappointment in your voice. Youâd been looking forward to sitting in that restaurant since it opened, and when Bucky and Steve said they were taking you, that meant you could finally get a chance. That is, until you got there, and they didnât have your reservation.
âDoll-â Bucky starts, soon being cut off by your voice.
âGuys. Itâs fine, really.â
âNo, itâs not (Y/N)! We wanted to treat you to something special, and now it looks like weâre having cabbage fuckinâ stew for dinner⌠again.â
âOr,â You pause, lifting your arm to point at the sign hanging off of the corner store at the end of the street. âWe could get some food from Stanâs. Itâs still open and we have enough money for some hot dogs.â The two men agree shortly after and the three of you quicken your pace, eager to get some food in your stomach. The small bell above the door rings through the air as the three of you walk in, the owner walking out from the back.
âSteve, Bucky, (Y/N)! Nice to see ya! What can I get for you?â Stan asks, his smile always bringing comfort to you three.
âThree hot dogs and three cokes please!â You respond, offering him a small smile yourself. He nods and taps some button on the register, pulling the crank before turning his head back up to you.
âThirty cents please.â You start digging in your wallet when a hand stops you, and your head snaps to meet Steveâs eyes before he starts digging in his own wallet. He hands the man 30 cents before discreetly grabbing your hand, a small chuckle leaving your lips. Stan walks to the back and returns with three hot dogs in hand. He sets them down on the counter before reaching in the fridge and pulling out the drinks. You take them and thank him before walking out the door, Steve and Bucky following you out with their own.
âLetâs go to the docks! Watch the lights in the city!â You propose, turning back to face the two men. They agree and you all walk down to the docks, finishing your food and drinks shortly after getting there.
âSorry, it had to end like this, (Y/N/N).â
âMeh, I liked this ending better. At least this way I can say fuck.â You giggle, turning back to look at your boyfriend. A soft melody fills your ears and you search for the source of the music. You soon find it as a band plays at an oceanside restaurant, where people are probably dining on the finest steaks and champagne, but youâre happy right where you are. Steveâs hand grabs yours and he smiles, both of his hands wrapping around your waist.
âDance with me, doll.â You nod before placing your hands around his shoulders, the two of you slightly swaying to the music. Bucky lets out a short laugh before leaning against a lamppost. Steve grabs your hand and spins you around, the blue dress flying up around your waist as he twirls you in his arms. Your eyes drift closed as he continues to spin you, a laugh bubbling out of your mouth, and you finish turning and open your eyes to see Steve on one knee.
âOh.â Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and you see Bucky smiling out of the corner of your eye as Steve pulls out a ring.
âI know, I know it isnât much, but itâs what we could afford.â
âWha-Whe-How?â You whisper.
âWell, we saved up for a bit.â
âI think youâre supposed to give a speech now, Stevie.â Bucky comments.Â
âIâm getting there!â Steve responds, making you let out a hoarse laugh before you start choking on your sobs. âDoll, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, Buck being a close second. Youâve always been there for me when Iâm sick, which is a lot. I wanna be with you forever. I want to have kids with you, I want to give you the best white-picket-fence life I can. I swear to love you for the rest of our lives, if youâll be mine. What do ya say doll?â By this time, your hands have migrated from your mouth to your chest, and you wipe your eyes while nodding your head, choking out a short âyesâ before Steve slides the ring on your finger. As he stands up, you begin to cry harder as you pull him into a bear hug. He pulls away and you place both hands on his shoulders, looking at him sternly.
âYou better come back to me, you hear me?â
âI promise I will, doll.â
âNo, I need better than a promise.â
âI swear on my life, dollface. Besides, I wouldnât leave my best girl behind.â
~~~
Youâve seen all the adverts and movies about the one and only Captain America. People see him as a hero, as the man who punches Nazis straight in the face and kisses babies, but you still see him as the little guy from Brooklyn who couldnât run the mile from fourth grade on. Yes, you missed your fiance very much, but you had faith that he would keep his promise and come home after the war. A few months after Bucky and Steve left, you picked up a waitressing job in a mom-and-pop diner on the weekends and weeknights alongside your job as a science teacher. Bills arenât going to pay themselves, and Bucky and Steve arenât here to help you. You walk in the door, returning home from your morning shift at the diner, planning on quickly changing clothes before running out and volunteering at the animal shelter, something you always did on Saturdays. You throw on a simple dress, the pale yellow glowing in the sunlight streaming in from the window. Your plans suddenly change when a knock rings at your door.
âOne second!â You yell, finishing pulling up the zipper on the back of your dress before walking over to the door, opening it to see Colonel Phillips himself. âColonel Phillips.â
âMiss (Y/L/N). May I come in?â He asks, the solemn look on his face causing an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
âOf course, sir.â You open the door a little bit wider and he enters the apartment.
âYou may want to sit.â You follow his instructions and sit yourself down at the kitchen table, now noticing the letter in his hands. âI wrote it all out on paper, but I also figured I should tell you in person.â He pauses, taking a deep breath. âCaptain Rogers crashed a plane into the ice to save the lives of millions of people yesterday morning. I would have gotten here earlier but there were some complications with the plane.â
âNo.â You mumble, standing up to directly face the colonel.
âHe has been declared Killed in Action, along with James Barnes.â Your head snaps up at his comment, tears already pooling in your eyes.
âWhat-what do you mean theyâve both been killed in action? What-â A sob rising in the back of your throat cuts you off and you have to steady yourself against the table. Phillips places the letter on the table as you try to quiet your sobs. He quietly nods his head before turning to the door, about to step out when you choke out a short âwaitâ. Colonel Phillips turns around as you compose yourself, wiping the tears off your face.
âYes maâam?â
âAm I allowed to give you a hug?â
âYes maâam.â You wrap your arms around him and place your head on his shoulder, the colonel hugging you back shortly after. The two of you pull away and you whisper a small âthank you sirâ before he nods and walks out the door. You turn around and grab the letter, ripping it open before focusing on the words carefully typed on the page:
Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
437 West Clermont Street
Brooklyn, New York, USA
11201
I regret to inform you that both Captain Steven Rogers and Sergeant James Barnes have been killed in action in service of their country. As you know, Captain Rogers freed over 200 men across enemy lines in Azzano, Italy. He then formed a squadron, the Howling Commandos. That squadron took down more enemy bases than any other in history. It is with deepest condolences that we regret to inform you than on Saturday, February 19th, Sergeant James Barnes fell out of a moving train while defending Captain Rogers. On Friday, February 25th, Captain Rogers crashed a plane into the Arctic in order to save over three million lives from nuclear bombings. Not only has America lost a soldier, America has also lost a hero.
Deepest regards,
Colonel Chester Phillips
A loud sob erupts from your mouth as you throw the letter on the table, your hands quickly covering your mouth.
âNo. Nonononono, they canât be dead. I canât- I canât do this alone.â You back up against the wall, slowly sliding down as your fingers thread through your hair. Itâs only when you look back at the ring on your finger that your tears of pain turn to those of anger. âYOU PROMISED!â You scream, not giving a damn if the neighbors can hear you. Your head falls into your hands as you curl up into a ball, your sobs echoing through the now eerily empty house.
âYou promised.
~~~
It was a nice funeral. A lot of people you knew were there. Dum-Dum, Gabe, Jim, and Monty came, while Jaques sent his condolences. It was small, but Steve would have liked it. Yeah, you sobbed, but so did everyone else. You sit numbly in your house, the walls no longer filled with laughter, the floors no longer covered in flour and paint, now only scuff marks from your pacing panic attacks. Youâre mindlessly fiddling with your ring when a knock sounds at your door, this one sounding louder and overall harsher than the other ones youâd been experiencing for the past week. You stand up and walk over, not caring to check the peephole before opening it. And standing there, is the man you were told crashed a plane into the arctic.
âWha-â
âHi, doll.â You slowly start shaking your head before walking away from the door, simply leaving it open.
âNo, no. Nonono. You crashed a plane into the arctic. Your signal went dead. You were presumed dead! Iâm going mad, Iâve gone absolutely bonkers and now Iâm imagining the love of my life is in my living room when heâs buried somewhere in the Arctic!â You rant to yourself, tears slowly gathering in your eyes. You stop when Steve puts both hands on your shoulders, stabilizing you and forcing you to make eye contact with him.
âGod, is this what happened after I crashed?â He mumbles, looking up and down at your frantic form. Your clothes have become a little looser, your hair a little thinner, the bags under your eyes just a bit more noticeable. But thatâs not the only thing thatâs changed. You look at Steve and notice he looks⌠different. He looks older and more exhausted.
âYou arenât my Steve?â
âSit down doll, I have a lot of explaining to do.â
~~~
âSo youâre from-â
âYeah.â
âBut you still-â
âMhm.â
âAnd Iâm still-â
âYep.â
âBut wouldnât this-â
âNope.â
âHuh. And this Thanos dude he-â
âEliminated 50% of all living beings. Yes.â
âAnd youâre back here because youâre delivering the stones back to their original places in time and wanted to see me?â
âYeah pretty much.â
âHuh. Okay.â
âSo, can I have this dance?â He stands up and reaches his hand out to you. You smile and take it, the man pulling you into him. You notice as the two of you start swaying that heâs suddenly more relaxed, and that heâs definitely gotten more muscular over the years. You dance for a little while longer before he tilts your chin up, meeting your lips for a gentle kiss. âGod I missed you doll.â
âI missed you too.â The two of you stay silent a little longer before he pulls back slightly, a serious look on his face. Uh oh.
âCome back with me.â
âIâm sorry, what?â
âCome back with me. To 2023.â
âStevie, I canât. I have so many responsibilities, and it could mess up the timeline and-â
âNope. Already checked with the Ancient One. Said it should be fine as long as no one knows about it.â
âOh.â
âPlus, you can meet my friends, and we can finally get married, and Bucky will-â
âWait what? Buckyâs alive?â
âOh yeah, he was captured by HYDRA but we got him back.â
âYouâre gonna need to catch me up on everything.â
âSo thatâs a yes?â
âFine. Iâll come with you, but if I throw up itâs your fault.â
âDeal.â
~~~
âIâm trying to bring him back!â Banner yells, flicking switches and pressing buttons on the dash. Bucky bites at his cuticles, something he does when heâs nervous, also something you used to yell at him for. The launchpad starts whirring again and both Bucky and Samâs heads shoot up at the noise, not familiar with it at all.
âUm, is that supposed to happen?â Sam asks.
âOnly when thereâs more than one body being transported.â Banner mumbles, pressing a few more buttons. âOkay. Bringing him back in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.â
âAH-oomph.â Buckyâs eyes widen as his brain registers the yellow dress, the sparkling eyes, the dazzling smile.
â(Y/N)?!â He yells, giving both you and Steve a confused look. You sit up on the launchpad and look around, not familiar with any of your surroundings.
âHiya Buck! Oooh, love the hair! Nice to see it change from the olâ buzzcut.â
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Can I please get poly relationship headcanons with ikuya x reader x haruka some sfw and nsfw please :) and please take your time and thank you so much
Oh my Anon this was interesting to do. I never wrote a poly relationships before
Hope you enjoy it đ¤
Haru x reader x Ikuya
Sfw.
đBefore dating
đLet's just say both of them can get passively jealous of each other.(sometimes) (Meaning they obviously show some jealousy but will not admit to it, upfront)
đ¤"You sure do hang out with Haru alot...are you guys close?"-Ikuya
đ¤"So? Are you and Ikuya dating? I noticed he's gotta close to you lately"-Haru
đSmall little compliments
đ"That color suits you...keep it"-Haru
đ"Yeah it's nice I like it"-Ikuya
đ They can be a little shy (especially Ikuya)
đ¤"Hey..(y/n)...uh..never mind."-Ikuya
đ¤"Do you want to hangout...it'll just be the two of us"-Haru
đThey weren't sure how to tell you how they truly felt. But in the end they always come through.
đTheir confession to you was as if it came out a Romance movie.
đ¤"(Y/n) I love you. Be my girlfriend"- Ikuya and Haru
đDating each other
đAt first it was difficult balancing both boys on a tight schedule.
đThey are both completely honest with you.
đHaru and Ikuya shows you affection in privacy rather than in public.
đ¤"Its just better, there's so much we can do in private."-Haru
đ¤"I'll show you when we get home.."-Ikuya
đWhen it comes to PDA both of them aren't too fond of it, however they will hold your hands, hug you and a little kiss on the cheek or forehead.
đDespite all of you living in different apartments and going to different schools, Haru and Ikuya do have little sleep overs at your apartment on their off days.
đBoth Ikuya and Haru would cuddle up with you while sleeping together. You're in the middle and ikuya is on your left and Haru is on your right.
đ¤"Goodnight"-Ikuya and Haru
đBoth of them are very clean and well organized, so they will most likely do laundry
đBaths and showers together.
(Since you have a traditional Japanese bathroom it's most likely one boy would be in the bath with you) [its gonna be Haru]
đ¤"Do you want me to wash your back?"-Haru
đ¤"The waters at the right temperature "-Haru
đShowers are with Ikuya
đ¤"Close your eyes, dont want shampoo getting in your eyes"-Ikuya
đ¤"Let me know if the water is too hot, okay?"-Ikuya
đHaru is the one who cooks everything.
Ikuya can cook, but he's just not at that level of cooking like Haru. But he tries his best.
đ¤"Ikuya you're supposed to use the cat paw method when you cut, I tell this to Makoto all the time."-Haru
đBoth of them agreed on 1 on 1 dates even though Haru and Ikuya can be stubborn at times.
đIkuyas dates are cafes and picnics.
đ¤"The weather is very nice today. Let's set up under a tree."-Ikuya
đAfter eating, Ikuya would lay on you while you play with his hair.
đYou both would try new cafes that Hiyori suggested.
đ¤"I'll buy, my treat."-Ikuya
đHaru dates are Aquarium and movies
đ¤"I'll buy some popcorn and drinks, you can go and find some seats.-Haru
đHaru makes it a mission to buy you souvenirs at every new aquarium you both visit.
đ¤"I found this (favorite sea animal) shirt souvenir, I thought you might like it"-Haru
đDates together are Beach dates(walks, swim, and relaxing)
đ¤"You look really beautiful in that swimming suit"-Ikuya
đ¤"The water and you looks perfect together"-Haru
đYou cheer them on during swimming competitions and practice. If one or the other wins or lose, you'll still be there to support and encourage them
đ¤"I appreciate what you do for me (y/n)"-Haru and Ikuya
đNsfw
đ¤"I want to be with you..physically.."-Ikuya
đ¤"I think we should, be even more closer..."-Haru
-Turn on's
đHaru get absolutely turned on when you where a one piece swimsuit.
đHe feels it shows off your curves more and leaving it to his imagination.
đ¤"That swim suit you were wearing yesterday...do you mind putting it on again?-Haru
đSecretly want to have sex in the bath, shower and in the locker rooms. And have sex while you have your swimsuit on
đ¤"Join me in the bath (y/n)... I'll be waiting. "-Haru
đIkuya get turn on when you play with his Face. As weird as that sound. He loves it when you caress his hair, ears, cheek and lips.
đEspecially when you are both alone. His entire face gets flushed from little soft touches from you.
đ¤"If I make a weird sound... dont laugh."-Ikuya
đ¤"I really love how gentle you are with meâĄ"- Ikuya
đEven though they can come of as nonchalant at time they are really passionate in the bed room. They love the idea of you being pinned under them.
-When having group sex
đFirst time having sex together, it was a little awkward.
đBoth of them were a little embarrassed.
đ¤" It may sound weird, but who should go first?"-Haru
đ¤"So? How should we start?"-Ikuya
đBefore starting sex they would both start off kissing and touching you. Lots of foreplay.
đKissing and licking your ears
đMassages your breast.
đHaru likes to finger you while he kisses you. While Ikuya kisses your neck, and breasts also playing with your clit.
đ¤"Wow, its dripping down your thighs.."-Ikuya
đOn some occasions you guys have group sex
đ¤"(y/n) who do you want first?"-Haru
đHarus thrust are usually fast and deep while Ikuyas are slow and deep.
đNot much dirty talking both of them can get a little shy.
đBoth can be vocal: Haru does heavy breaths and groans, while Ikuys moans and groans.
đ¤"Ahh.. it feels amazing (y/n)." -Haru
đ¤"I feel like I'm melting inside of you"- Ikuya
đYour pleasure is their top priority. Of course you please them.
đ¤"Move your face... I'm going to cum"-Ikuya
đBoth Haru and Ikuys are a balance of submissive and dominant.
đHaru and Ikuya are a little straight forward if they want something.
đBoth of them hates being left out, so try to include them as much as you can.
đSometimes haru could be oblivious to your advances.
đHowever Ikuya immediately catch on to it very quickly.
đSometimes you have 1 on 1 sex session with them if one of them is busy.
đ¤"Hey, (y/n).. Haru is with Makoto and Rin.. do you want to get a hotel room?"-Ikuya
đ¤"It seems Ikuyas busy. Looks like we have some time alone."-Haru
At the end of the day both ikuya and Haru gives you all their love.
đ¤"I always will have you in my heart"-Ikuya
đ¤"My love for you is like the ocean.."-Haru
This was SUPER fun to write feel free to send more poly relationships with different free boysâ¤đ¤
#free dive to the future#free! road to the world#free!#free images#free! headcanons#asahi shiina#haruka nanase#kirishima ikuya#natsuya kirishima#nanase haruka
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Malcolm Bright x Reader, Gil Arroyo x Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 2,000-ish
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Mentions of murder, cursing. Large chunks of text in italics mean that it is a flashback.
Summary: After your boss is murdered, you are brought in as a suspect. In order to prove your innocence, you have to reveal a secret to your father.Â
Authorâs Note: This was one of those ideas that hit me like a train right as I was about to go to bed, so I scribbled as much as I could down and tried to make sense of it the next day.
Weâre also gonna pretend that Gil and Jessica arenât a thing cause then that would make this story a bit awkward.
This is not beta read, so let me know if there are any mistakes!Â
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âSo, (Y/N), got any news for me?â Your boss, Mr.Naruski asked from his desk chair, casually weaving a pen in between his fingers. It was lunchtime and you had gotten salads from the meditarrian place that he liked.
âWell, Simon wanted to move his meeting with you to Friday, but there would be no way to do that unless we add another 4 hours to the day. Oh! And Mrs.Krewnshe asked me if--â
â(Y/N), sweetheart! We are on our lunch break! Which means I donât want any news with my clients unless it's urgent. I meant news in the world of the best secretary in New York!âÂ
You couldnât help but roll your eyes a little bit and smile. Mr.Naruski was a true blessing when it came to employers. He owned his own architecture business in New York and somehow wasnât a complete asshat like some of your previous bosses. He and his wife were incredibly caring and truly understood that you had to be a human in order to work with other humans. The respect you got here was well worth the daily commute!
âWell, if you really want to know... My boyfriend set up a nice, and very last minute, date for us tonight.â You couldnât hide the true smile that spread across your lips. Mr.Naruski leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.
âOh? And where is this âniceâ date happening, if I might ask?âÂ
âIâm not sure. He wouldnât tell me. All he said was to be ready by 6 because we have reservations for 6:45. But I have a feeling itâs that new modern industrial place that I was telling you about. He knows I love to walk past it and appreciate the details. While I donât think Iâve ever said out loud that I like it or would like to go inside, he has a great ability to read me.âÂ
Your smile grew a little more as your eyes drifted slightly down, thinking about all the times your boyfriend picked up on the smaller details in the past. He was good with surprises. Mr.Naruski watched how this interaction brought out your best side. The two of you finished your lunches and got back to work.Â
Your boss had one more meeting this afternoon. It was with a company called Jetlan Inc. From the small bit of conversation you heard as Mr.Naruski escorted his guests out, it was a successful meeting. He turned back to you once the door was closed and let out a relieved sigh.
âI take it everything went well?â
âAs well as I could. They are going to take tonight to mull it over and then give us a call tomorrow. So expect Samuel to call at some point.â
You wrote down a little reminder to yourself on a sticky note âMay get call from Jetlan Inc.â and placed it near your deskâs phone. You went back to typing out the schedule for next week when Mr.Naruski tapped a finger on your desk.
âHow about you leave early today, (Y/N)?â
âAre you sure, sir? I can stay and help with the final prep for tomorrowâs deal if you want. I should also probably finish this schedule.â
âI think I can handle that on my own. And you can add your final touches tomorrow. You,â He stood up and walked around your desk and held out his hands. You put your hands in his and he helped you up before grabbing your coat from the coat rack. âHave a date to get ready for.âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh. It was almost unbelievable to have a boss that really cared about your personal life as much as your professional one like he did. You just slipped on your coat and grabbed your purse, knowing that when Naruski made up his mind, it was set. He opened the door for you and put a hand on your arm.
âHe told me to âlove with my whole heart, but be smart enough to know when to use my brain instead.â I think it was his way of saying âBe safe and have fun.ââÂ
A small but sad smile worked its way onto your face at the thought of him being so supportive. You felt a wave of tears coming, so you finished up your story to try to stop them from falling.Â
âAfter that, I thanked him again, and I left to go back to my apartment and get ready. The next time I saw Mr.Naruski was the next morning, behind the crime scene tape blocking my office, dead.â
You couldnât believe that just 24 hours ago, you were happily talking to your boss about your date. And now he was dead. Murdered in his own office, two hours after you had left. You were being questioned at the NYPD by none other than JT Tarmel, Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright, and your father, Gil Arroyo.Â
No one spoke, they were taking in all of the details of your alibi. It felt like forever before Malcolm broke the silence.Â
âAre there security cameras in your office?â
âYes. There is one in the main office where my desk is positioned, one in Mr.Naruskiâs office, and one in the hallway outside our door.â
âGreat. We can check those. Theyâll show (Y/N) leaving and should have a timestamp on them that we can check.
The team did their own little nods, still thinking about your alibi. They wanted to trust you, but they needed to think of every possible thing that could have happened, or if they could find any evidence to the real killer.
âWho did you go on a date with?â Dani was sitting about 6 feet to your right, a bottle of water in her hands as she leaned forward, elbows on the table.Â
âI donât see how my dating life is relevant to my boss being murdered in his office.â
Lies. You knew why she was asking. It was a major part of your alibi and itâs the only other way that they could concretely cross you off of the suspect list. JT jumped in to try to diffuse the situation, none of them aware of how much you didnât want to share.Â
âIt's just another way that we can confirm your alibi, (Y/N).âÂ
You could see Gil adjusting his stance as he leaned against the wall to your left. You couldnât bring yourself to look at your father, already feeling his intense stare boring into you.Â
The room was silent, but the anxiety in your chest made it feel like the room was half of its real size. You kept your posture as straight as you could while you focused on your hands that were unconsciously fidgeting on top of the table.
âTell us the kidâs name, (Y/N).â
âWhy canât you just check the cameras like Malcolm said? Thatâll show when I left at around 4:30 yesterday afternoon and when I came back today for my shift but saw the tape instead! You could even check my apartmentâs security cameras!â
âWoah! We will, (Y/N). We just want to be able to cover our asses and yours.â JT tried again to calm you down, everyone know seeing how uncomfortable the idea of sharing the details of your date made you.Â
Your leg started to shake under the table, that was your cue that your anxiety was getting bad. You lock eyes with Malcolm. He sees how much youâre struggling and just gives you a short nod. You knew what he was trying to say, but you really didnât want to agree. Malcolm then took a deep breath, trying to get you to do the same. You looked down and tried to take a deep breath in.
âWhy canât you just answer the question, (Y/N)?!â Gil didnât yell, but you could hear the annoyance in his voice. It was the final hit that broke the last of your defenses.
âBecause it's Malcolm, alright?!âÂ
Even you were a bit shocked at the slight frustration and exasperation in your voice. As everyone let that fact settle in their brains, you closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to accept the fact that it was out in the open now. Malcolm made his way behind you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly rubbing this thumb to try and soothe you. You opened your eyes and stared at the center of the table, your hands now clasped together.Â
âLast night I left work early to go get ready for a date with Malcolm Bright. He took me to that nicer place off of 47th that has the grey brick exterior with the iron corner details. We went there to catch a break from our lives because it's been so hectic lately and we havenât had much time to just sit and enjoy each otherâs company.âÂ
Our reservation was for 6:45 under Malcolmâs name. You can check with the manager there, go into their electronic reservation system, and see that we checked in and everything. Or Malcolm may have some sort of confirmation email. Now do I need to go into detail about what we ordered or what cocktail I was drinking, or am I good?â
You slowly looked up to meet your fatherâs eyes. You expected something upset in his eyes, but instead, they were very professional. He looked from you to Malcolm, who in turn nodded, confirming your story. Gil audibly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his nose and he rubbed a hand down his face. Â
âNo. Youâre good, kid.â
You look back to your hands and close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. You werenât hyperventilating, but you definitely felt a weight in your chest.Â
Dani and JT looked at each other, unaware of what to do in this situation. Malcolm looked from you back to Gil, his face slightly pleading. Gil quickly tilted his head towards the door, a small sigh of relief coming from Malcolm as he moved his hand to your arm and leaned down to quietly talk in your ear.
 âCâmon, (Y/N). Letâs get some air or something to drink, okay?â
You nodded and stood up as Malcolm grabbed your coat from the rack near the door. You took yours and slung it over your arm as Malcolm opened the door for you. Before you could leave, Gil spoke up.
âI will be seeing the two of you in my office in an hour though. We need to have a chat.â
You just nod and leave already knowing what this âchatâ is going to be about. Malcolm was reaching for his coat when Gilâs voice resonated again.
âMalcolm, take care of her. Go to that shop around the corner. They have those little pastries she likes. And make sure your both are back here soon. Weâre not done with this.â
âWill do.â Malcolm nodded and quickly left and caught up with you, walking you safely out of the NYPD.
With that, there was still a semi-awkward air in the meeting room. Dani quietly fiddled with her water bottle and let out a âWellâŚâ
âHeh! Yeah. That was somethi--âÂ
Before JT could get further, Gil pointed at him and sternly said âDonât.â JT just raises his hands in defense and backs off. Dani couldnât help but smirk a bit at the sight of JT getting called out.Â
âSo where do we go from here?â Dani calmly asked the room.Â
âWe need to get the security footage from the office building and (Y/N)âs apartment complex. Get in contact with the restaurant owner and see if we can check their reservation system, if not, ask Malcolm if he has any email from their reservation.â
âOn it.â JT confirmed as he left the room to head to his desk and start working. Gil leaned on the table, thinking for a moment. âWhat do we know about this Jetlan Inc.?
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Hitorie - Ongaku to Hito Magazine Interview - English Translation
Since we too are shouldering so much sorrow ourselves, it was all the more reason to try and find a way to do something about it... That's when we realized it's not about supporting people, it's rather about offering comfort to them.
Interview: Usami Hiroyo Photo: Nishimaki Taichi ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝
-Tell me how the process went, how did you feel creating a whole new album by yourselves?
Shinoda: In order to keep the band Hitorie alive, forever playing the songs wowaka left behind wouldn't be enough to sustain us, we realized. So the three of us got together and each wrote about 1 chorus of a demo song. No big ordeal, we just knew it had to be done and went along with the flow almost.
-ygarshy, Yumao, did you have also have a hard time coping with the reality of making an album?
Yumao: Absolutely. Like "Are we really going to do this?"
ygarshy: I can't say I felt the same way as either of them, personally. Making an album was indeed the natural flow of things, but I'm still struggling to cope with it even now. I'm still questioning why I had to be main composer of a song, even if deep down I may understand why it had to be done..
-Was there any event that triggered you to act, despite each of your inner turmoil?
Yumao: Back in 2019 we toured as a trio for the first time, that may have been the trigger. Our emotions had burst out of us back then. We were in the midst of the HOWLS tour as a quad until it had to be cancelled right in the middle, so.. We had restarted the tour back as the three of us. Immediately after we begun though, did we begin to be filled with doubt...
Shinoda: Somehow Yumao and I both were never too nervous touring. That is, until the last day. When the question of what we were going to do next finally weighed in on us.
-ygarshy was nervous then?
ygarshy: Unlike the two of them, I was suffering so much. First of all I wasnât even grasping the reality. Then our audience too came bearing mixed emotions as well, and it was unlike anything I had seen before. There were even people flat-out bawling their eyes out... Normally I never have stage fright, but that situation was nothing of the ordinary. Somehow the three of us pushed through until the end.
Yumao: When it finally hit us, like what the hell are the three of us doing out here! Up until then we were just telling ourselves âThis is fine, this is fine.â To be honest weâre still doing that now, if we werenât we wouldnât be here.
Shinoda: Not to mention that Yumao had said something backstage that day which was pure cash money.
-What did he say?
Yumao: I had said something along the lones of âIf weâre doing this then why donât we go all the way? As long what we do is acceptable and civil, why donât we just do it? Donât you wanna bring in even bigger crowds? I wanna perform at Zepp and tour and stuff, donât you. Then itâs simple, we gotta write some good songs.â, I think.
-You had no choice but to push forward... You have such strong feelings for the band to propel you forward. Therein lies my question, what originally spurred Shinoda to take on the vocal role?
Shinoda: After wowakaâs passing, we held a memorial event at Studio Coast. When we were discussing options on what to do for the event, ygarshy pointed at me and said âYou should sing.â I have a history of singing for old bands in the past so itâs not as if Iâm a stranger to singing but.. To sing under those circumstances felt like all too heavy a responsibility for me at first. Thatâs when even an acquaintance of mine contacted me and said âYouâve gotta sing.â While mulling over the problem before me, I went out to Family Mart, where I managed to hit the kuji lottery 7 times out of 8... Thatâs when I knuckled under, âFine, Iâll do it.â
-The kuji lottery...?
Shinoda: One of those campaigns where you get one ticket for every purchase over a  certain amount. But I was serious about it that time!!
-Ahahahha! Â Wait, is it okay for me to laugh at this.
Shinoda: If you donât laugh then it will feel worse, so laugh by all means, itâs fine (laughing).
-Back to the discussion earlier, ygarshy what was your reason for endorsing Shinoda back then?
ygarshy: We were considering various options for the memorial concert, among them was inviting a substitute singer but, I really wanted to keep it as just the three of us. What was within our power was the question, and I knew of Shinodaâs singing abilities so.. I knew it would burden him further and make his load heavier, but I put that all aside and still told him âGo sing.â
-How did you feel about it Yumao?
Yumao: I understood why ygarshy ordered Shinoda, and I too wanted him to sing. But I knew Shinoda was stressing over it, I told him âIf you really donât want to then donât do it, weâre not forcing you.â The memorial concert could just be anything and Iâd be fine with it...
-Ultimately the choice was left to Shinoda.
Yumao: That way was for the best. But when he did announce that he would actually sing, I was indeed glad.
-I can sense that Shinoda, as the new vocalist, had to deal with an extraordinary amount of pressure and tribulations at times though.
Shinoda: Thatâs right. But thereâs tons of three-man bands out there who sing while playing insane guitar pieces, and they get by just fine. We may be completely incomplete as a band but, I still desire to show an audience a good time. I was able to press on because of my standards as a performer I wanted to uphold.
-ygarshy, Yumao, what was your response to Shinodaâs circumstance? Did you try to lessen his load in anyway?
ygarshy: I basically strived to keep the bass and drums steady and consistent, so that he wouldnât stuggle at all when harmonizing with it. The only thing I could do was use my bass to try and let Shinoda know that no matter what happened it would be fine.
-So you supported him through means of performance. What about you, Yumao?
Yumao: I reached out to him directly. Not by letting him talk or vent to me but, I tried to do more idle chitchat with him and stuff. Itâs important to aaaalways rehearse with a straight focused head, and I always do that because I love to anyway but, if I could be like a crash pad cushioning his singing, then I hope that would be enough.
-Your consideration for each other shows in the album as well... On to the next question. At your 7th anniversary concert yesterday, Shinoda you had said âI hope this crazy shit can be turned into something you can enjoy.â When I heard that it really stuck me how strong you are Because thereâs no need for you to ever get over grief, instead you cradle that grief and comfort others with it too.
Shinoda: this may sound weird but... I was worried if there were people out there who may still keep on grieving along with us. We expressed ourselves, our grief and how we feel. In the hopes that people may empathize, or something... Since we too are shouldering so much sorrow ourselves, it was all the more reason to try and find a way to do something about it, something for others who are in true sorrow right now... That's when we realized it's not about supporting people, it's rather about offering comfort to them.
-I see. Sorrow is inescapable so long as we're human. I sense in this album the potential to draw in people who even know nothing about Hitorie. Especially the final track, YUBIKIRI, of which Shinoda wrote the lyrics while Yumao composed the music. The bubbly melody is so easy on the ears, and the strong commitment to coping with reality shines right though. This song could practically be a good luck charm, it has such energy. Â So what were you thinking when you wrote it?
Yumao: For me personally, making a song that would fit Hitorie's image would be an utterly impossible feat. So I buckled up and wrote something I could. Â Putting emphasis on my feelings deep down and my own self-expression. The concept for the most part was "A sense of hope, like when the sky clears up and opens wide". When I made my order to Shinoda for the lyrics, I told to keep it straight enough that even a teenager will get it.
- You did a great job at expressing such bright brilliance. How did you confront the lyrics per order Shinoda?
Shinoda: I tried to make it about, like people confirming each other's existence, people hoping to see someone again one day. You may notice that the mood of the first bit is a bit different from the second bit as well. That's because the second was written fit to Yumao's order, while the first bit is supposed to be like a letter written by me to the other 2 members.
-As in the chorus lyrics "To cry, to laugh and rage/To inhale, exhale and inhale/You'd be surprised by how little we have time for such stuff, always so busy/Well then, that's it for today/So let me hear your voice again"?
Shinoda: That's right. Like "We're all so busy writing songs and doing whatever, but this pace is nice, let's keep this up."
-When you say "Let's keep this up", is that akin to a wish for Hitorie to keep on having good songs, including the ones wowaka left behind, and for people to see the beauty in your band?
Shinoda: I'm constantly feeling like our songs still haven't gone as far out in the world as they can go, there's more people out there who would connect with the songs if they could just hear them. I want to find a way to connect with them. Performing and writing music is something I love  to do, it's who I am, and there's no one else out there who could do it with me like the amazing comrades I have here can.
Yumao: I feel the same way.
ygarshy: Yeah. Me too.
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(Cr.) Translated by @BlueNight0525 - at twitter
Blue night, I'm JonghyunÂ
In the old movie "The third man" the man confessed using these words: "I make comic faces and stand on my head and grin at you between my legs, and tell all sorts of jokes. I wouldn't stand a chance, would I?" Also in 'Scent of love' this is how the confession was like: âUnder the subject of being a junior, if I said I like you, would you laugh?" The main characters in the movies use quite various ways to express their liking, but never plainly saying it. Sometimes pitifully, again sometimes making the people watching feel embarrassed too. What's strange is, whether the confession is followed by a happy ending or by a lonely sad ending, the memory of it would remain for a long time. Probably because of the thrill one would feel at the time. The excitement and thrill that remains in oneâs memory for a long time, Iâm experiencing it these days in this place.
The 5th of February, between today and tomorrow. This is Blue Night.
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Right before I got on air I was so hungry I ate a hotdog and a burrito in a hurry, because I was scared the mic might pick up the sound of my growling stomach, I came here after filling up my stomach. Everyone did you have a late night snack? If you eat right now then itâs considered a late night snack right? Since itâs past midnight.
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Listener: Thatâs right, I like the shivers you get just from the words âI like youâ, especially if itâs conveyed by a voice it sends shivers and is more exciting.
Jonghyun: Iâve talked about that heart fluttering sensation in the opening. Iâve also been feeling that excitement for a few days too and it seems like I will keep feeling it in the next several days too. Encountering something new and also when experiencing something for the first time, you mainly feel excitement. A heart fluttering feeling. I think those feelings are quite precious to me. Thatâs why this time that consists of meeting you everyone is truly exciting and feels nice.
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Listener: Jonghyun DJ itâs been 3 days since you started as a DJ now. Did you get used to it now?
Jonghyun: I got adapted to it but I still get as nervous and excited as ever. Funny enough Iâm a shy person so I think Iâm someone whoâll do better tomorrow than I did today and much better the day after tomorrow than tomorrow. How is it everyone? Am IÂ doing a bit better than yesterday? How was it yesterday? Was it more alright than the first broadcast? I was worried about this to be honest.. In the morning.. no not the morning. I woke up in the afternoon, since I slept late, but when I woke up in the afternoon I listened to yesterdayâs Blue Night.. but still it was... in comparison with the first night, I felt that the nervousness had decreased a bit. It was together with Lee Jihyung-ssi and he really accepted me and guided me really well. Thereâs a guest for today too, so Iâm looking forward to them.
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Being alone is truly hard, just like how no child can run as soon as they were born, theyâll have to crawl at first, then get up, and lastly run. Everyone, I hope you can watch over me a little bit longer please.
Also thereâs no female guest in Blue Night.. (pd whispers that there is one) Ah thereâs one! PD-nim just told me right now. For me, honestly, I donât really mind, whether itâs a male or a female guest, I just hope they are older than me and that a lot of people who have a lot of things to teach me would be the guests here. I have a bit of interest in getting some counselling and learn a bit more.
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Corner: âplaces where music staysâ
Taking the Camden town tube and traveling to north London again. This is North London, where a small street is located, Abbey Road. In front of the Abbey Road thereâs Abbey Road Studios endorsing its same name. Itâs where the pop music legends, The Beatles, recorded nearly all of their albums. Members of The Beatles, who were in the process of the last recording before disbanding, were worrying a lot about how to proceed with the album title and cover jacket picture. Furthermore the photographer was given only 10 minutes. After being pressed by the time, the photographer went straight out of the studio and took the scene of the members in Abbey Road. It was a normal picture with nothing special in it, however the power of The Beatles was great. The Beatlesâ Abbey Road album was a huge success as soon as it came out. With more than 7 million copies sold in 1 year, it started bringing in tourists to Abbey Road. Ones who want to take a picture of them walking down the Abbey Road, just like The Beatles. Until now itâs still a dream thatâs in the bucket list of so many music fans.
We just listened to The Beatlesâ Golden Slumbers. Itâs a song that was released in their album Abbey Road. A deep appeal, the voice is really nice. I really like it.
Today we talked about the Abbey Road studio and The Beatles. I also have some memories with Abbey Road Studios. I visited England as SHINee in 2011 and back then we had a chance of performing in Abbey Road Studios. But unfortunately.. My body is that of a healthy strong young man, but why did I only get a serious cold just when I went there.. Suffering from a high fever I remember not being able to finish the performances till the end. I think there were around 5-6 songs, but I was only able to participate in the last song. Back then I had a fever, was in a foreign country and my body was hurting too. Thatâs why I just started crying. If Iâll get another chance later on, I wanna visit there and perform again.
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Listener: I really like the âplaces where music staysâ corner. It really feels like going on a vacation
Jonghyun: Thatâs right this corner is about us travelling together. In the future we will go to a lot of other places and will tell you about a lot of music stories, so I hope you can always listen to it.
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Listener: This is a broadcast that I listen to while studying and only today that I knew that the DJ changed. I havenât listened much yet, but I like your modesty despite your young age.Â
Jonghyun: Aigo thank you (laughs) You praised me for being humble (laughs) thank you. Since Iâm young, Iâm in a position to learn a lot. In the future I will continue to meet you with that appearance. Always.
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Jonghyun: 0279-Nim sent in : (Today the middle school teacher appointment examination results came out and my friend passed. However I couldnât congratulate them, I still have another exam left. Itâs a different exam, but seeing how my friend passed Iâm feeling impatient. Iâm really a bad person for not being to truly congratulate my friend, aren't I?)Â
Ah and also 2234-nim sent in: (Today the employment examination results came out, Iâve been preparing for 3 years for it, but I failed. I feel really gloomy) is what they sent...
Just like the messages said today, the successful candidates for the middle school teacher appointment examination were announced today right? Some of you have yelled out cheering and some have shed tears. However I feel like that under our countryâs system itâs like thereâs always a lot of sad people. Of course I havenât experienced all of that but I can understand those feelings a bit. When I was a trainee with no promises, without knowing when will it end, and seeing trainees I was together with, debut or when they show a really good performance⌠I think I felt the same thing youâre feeling right now. To the people who passed I hope you can really enjoy that feeling of happiness today. You deserve that, donât you? Since you studied hard and put effort into it. However donât forget the fact that one of your friends, who studied together with you, is very sad today. Um..Then for you today I will console you first, then later play a congratulatory song. We will listen to ..
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Jonghyun: Today our Blue Night family is really having a hard time.. 5872-nim sent in: (I too failed, thank you for comforting me.) Of course I should give you comfort. When thereâs a happy event, weâll smile together, when youâre having a hard time, we will cry together, when thereâs something to be angry over, weâll get angry together. Since Iâm right here, please send in a lot of your stories. (to a listener) Ah, it mustâve been really hard for you... Just like in movies, thereâre good days, but just like in movies too, thereâre sad days too.. Since today is a hard day, just like in movies, there will soon be just as much of a good day.. I hope you will find strength and that youâll find comfort listening to Blue Night.
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Listener message: Iâm graduating high school tomorrow, Iâm feeling restless that Iâm now an adult.Â
Jonghyun: How restless you must be;; Graduating high school tomorrow.. from elementary school to middle school, and now high school, and also from high school to now having to take one step further to society. When I was like that I thought that I can everything now (laughs) I was around 20 years old, when I graduated high school, and I thought now I can do everything! I think itâs best to feel these things slowly. I think itâs best to put on a small plan and do things one and two at a time. When I was 20 years old, I wanted to do so many things, but I ended up not experiencing them all, and after time flies by, it become such a shame. I hope you can experience it all.
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Listener: Iâm writing my resume while listening to Blue Night right now. Since it got cold, itâs a tough time. I hope Iâll succeed with the resume Iâm writing right now.
Jonghyun: I hope you will get a good result. Oh, talking about your resume. Wouldn't be more captivating if you wrote something more unique than others, like writing that your hobby is listening to Blue Night?! (laughs) Wouldnât it turn eyes, if you write Blue Night? Iâm just kidding, try writing something unique on your resume~~
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Dialogue from "The three sisters":
The time will come when we will be gone forever, we will be forgotten. Our faces, our voices, and even how many of us there were. But our suffering will be transformed into happiness for those who live after us. Peace and contentment will cover the earth, my dearest sisters, our live is still not finished. We will go on living.
"Today, aside" is a dialogue, that comes on Anton Chekhovâs play "The three sisters". Itâs a piece of work that shows how frustrating it becomes, when peopleâs dreams and hopes crash with the circumstances or the surrounding reality in our society. I said this earlier, but today the entrance examâs successful candidates were announced. There seemed to have been a lot of disappointed people. I wanted to relay these lines to them. The world isnât over yet, tomorrow will come again. Todayâs ending song.. Iâm presenting it to the ones who were disappointed by the results and the ones who were happy with them. To all of the youths of this earth, itâs Radioheadâs Creep. Until now, this has been Blue Night Jonghyun. Â
Playlist:Â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17fjccKlF5Y&list=PLKl0KJ7mGLDNmETrFMIbxpVV72bNPMYz-
(Cr.) List by @bluenighttonight - on twitter + playlist by me on youtube
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Hi Elle (and anyone who reads this)!
This is going to be a long ask/rant so get your snacks and drinks ready (sorry in advance)
What does it mean to be a âreal manâ or how does one act like a real men? Iâm really confused. Yesterday I tweeted that I love seeing the new generation of F1 drivers being friends and complementing each other and even hang out together outside of racing. All of a sudden I get a couple of tweets of people being mad about what I said: âthey should act like real mean instead of showing their soft side everytime.â
So I asked one of them on Twitter: what do you mean by they should act like a real man? To this question I got a lot of ignorant answers like: They should man up, stop being shy, handle criticism like a man and stop crying about negative comments. (PS: Whatâs wrong with being shy?)
Iâm half Dutch (hallo daar!) and I know that in our culture we can be very straight forward and honest (maybe too honest). We can also be very critical but whatâs wrong with showing your REAL emotions when a comment hurts you? F1 drivers have a lot of pressure like we all know and of course itâs a hard world (bla bla bla) but that not an excuse to kick them when theyâre down.
Seeing drivers being disappointed or even sad about their race or the comments people make on the internet does not make them less of a man (whatever that means). I mean how would you feel if almost everyone on social media is clowning you or laughing at your results? Ignore it?? St some point itâs impossible to ignore it when itâs presented right in front of your face. We put way too much pressure on these boys. At the end of the day they are human beings with real feelings.
When I see people hate on a certain driver it makes me so sad. You can be critical, nothing wrong with that, but let it be constructive criticism, something they can use to better their driving skills. But things like âyou suck as a driverâ âyou donât deserve to be in F1â is in my opinion mean. Look how people treat pay drivers. I think itâs disgusting how they talk about them.
I really hope that in the near future the F1 community will talk more about this topic and mental health since FIA wont do shit about it. Itâs very important because the way some of us are ralking about these drivers can cause some serious damage to their mental health. Isometimes have to check myself when I talk negative about a driver.
Speaking on mental health actually applies to any sport and not just F1.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk. This was weighing on my heart and I had to vent about it lol. I know this is all over the place but I hope that you and anyone who is reading this will get what I mean and I'm very curious what you think about this.
Ik wens je alvast een gezond 2021! â¨
hey Anon!
you know⌠lots of men have been angry with me on the internet before. one time somebody screenshotted a post of mine that pointed out the differences between people on Twitter reacting to Kimiâs radio messages and people on Twitter reacting to Lewisâ radio messages, and that person put it on Twitter without my permission and without my context. I had to read through hundreds of tweets calling me all sorts of degrading words and everything they insulted me with somehow always came back to me being a girl. it was the core of every insult they wrote. and you know, itâs funny until it isnât. itâs funny until I decide; âthis is going too far, and this is where I draw the lineâ. yet, I told myself to be thankful because it is nothing like it could be. I am thankful because they donât actually know who I am, or where I live. I am thankful because I guess those men are good men, after all. they are good men because even though they said all those things, I know they will not act on it. they are good men because even though they just dehumanized me for being a girl with an opinion, they will still kiss their unknowing wives goodnight and they care for their daughters in a way they one day didnât even believe was possible themselves.
when a driver shows even a sliver of emotion itâs âgirlyâ or âheâs acting like a womanâ, because apparently thereâs nothing worse than being a girl. I remember Ziggo Sport making fun of Landoâs laugh because âhe sounds like a girlâ. however, the comparison with a woman is never made in a positive way, because being a woman is a pitiful state of being for these people. yet the phrases âbe a manâ and âgrow a pairâ will always refer to a state that we should aspire to be in.
and when I dare to write about it; I am the eternal man-hater. I am a man-hater, because pointing something out and the only conclusion being sexism, is my fault. it is my fault that writing about women in motorsport will somehow always end up on the topic of sexism. it is my fault that not writing about it, is somehow still writing about it. but the truth is; I donât blame these men for the things they were told, I blame them for not looking beyond that. I blame them because I know the things they say on the internet will somehow always find a way to translate back to real life and I already feel sorry for the kids who will get their dad a tie or shaving cream or a fishing kit for fatherâs day, for Christmas, for every single birthday, because they never made a true emotional connection with him, because thatâs stupid and unnecessary. I blame them because they donât realize that the things they write, the thoughts they share; do have an impact on the people around them. I blame them because ever since I have gotten into this sport, thereâs always a voice in the back of my head telling me that I donât know enough, that my opinions arenât good enough, because Iâm a girl and Iâm a girl and Iâm a girl.
being an F1 driver isnât easy, especially in this day and age where you donât just have to deal with the pressure of being and staying in the team, but also with the unwarranted for opinions from people all over the internet, who think showing emotion is synonymous with being weak. but, at the end of the day; why do we watch this sport? would we still watch if it werenât for the joy we get out of it? where would we be as fans, if we didnât hope for the best? why are we only allowed to talk about the happy emotions?
the things we say on the internet, the thoughts we put out there; they always find a way to plant certain thoughts into our minds. and Iâm not asking for anybodyâs sympathy, because I can care for myself. I can braid my hair and neatly fold my clothes and I let myself sing off-tune and I let myself have an opinion on this sport, regardless of those men on the internet. but the thing is; the way we are online, is a reflection of the real world. if thereâs never a man who dares to talk about his feelings; I will keep crying at videos of men doing nice things and your daughters will too. we will see a man quitting his job to be with his kids, a man speaking out about feminism, a man cooking dinner for his family and we will all keep on saying âyou know, he doesnât have to. he doesnât have toâ. because somehow, they never have to.
(Iâm sorry this basically turned into a rant, Anon. this is also the longest answer I have ever written. it was a whole page long in Word. ik wens jou ook een gezond 2021, en allemaal fijne en leuke dingenđ§Ą)
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Suspirium (Pt.4)
Pairing: Prof!Sam x Reader
Summary: Youâre in your last year of your Classics and Mordern Languages studies and youâre majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that heâs also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.
Word Count:Â 1,891
Warnings: Latin & Slowburn
Authorâs Note: A lot of Latin and Catullus but I wanted you to show Prof Samâs lectures and the readerâs life besides university. And thereâs a surprise at the end. Enjoy.
Suspirium - Masterlist
You slammed your locker shut and hurriedly stuffed the white blouse into the waistband of the black skirt, when the door to the changing room had already been opened. You stood up straight immediately. Chest out and stomach in. You took a deep breath and tried to appear confident, while you were getting ready for a reprimand. A man in a black tuxedo came rushing through the door. "Y/N! Where the hell were you?" The man was a little fatter and his head was all red. His expression was ugly and distorted and he was dabbing the sweat off his forehead with a white cloth from the pocket of his jacket. "François. I am sorry. I really am. I-I lost track of time!" you tried to explain yourself. Your self-confidence was gone. "What is this, Y/N? You work in a star restaurant. I expect discipline. I'm trying to rely on you. Tonight is a night with important guests and I need you. We're behind schedule. The reputation of the restaurant -" the man with the French accent complained. But you already finished his sentence. "depends on each one of us. A grain of sand in the clockwork will stop the whole movement. I know." You knew that speech by heart. Normally you would have taken that motto to heart, but... "Mon dieu." He brushed across his moustache and massaged his temples while his anger subsided. "We'll talk about it later. I need you now. The kitchen is a mess because the food is not being served quickly enough." He pushed the door open and you followed him out into the hall and into the kitchen. There were all kinds of steaming from different pots. Jacques waved a frying pan in which he was flambÊing something and blurted orders around. A kitchen boy pushed some plates into your hand in a frightened way. His eyes were wide open and he didn't seem to be used to the harsh tone that prevailed in the kitchen.
He had red hair and countless freckles adorned his face. The plates swayed in his hand and his arms trembled under the weight. You gave him a sympathetic smile and took the plates away. "The roast beef with sesame crust on mango chutney and the sea urchin cores with green asparagus to seventeen. Hop hop!" François directed you out the door and into the dining room. Immediately, the soft murmuring of the guests, the clinking sound of wine glasses being clinked together, the clattering of cutlery on dishes and the gentle tones of the piano floated through the air. With calm and firm steps you brought the food to the white-laid table and set it down in front of a couple wearing chic evening gowns, as is obligatory in this expensive restaurant. With a professional but reserved smile, you silently handed the food as you had learned it, and with an elegant gesture of your hand you poured some water.
It was shortly after one o'clock when, after almost seven hours, you stuffed your skirt into your locker and slipped into your jeans. In one flowing movement you brushed the hair out of your forehead and took a deep breath. Your body ached from a hard day, your head was buzzing and you longed for your bed. Tomorrow you already had a lecture at 9am.
In a hurry you took a look at your mobile phone. You could hear the clinking of plates, which had been washed and dipped into the sink, sounding muffled from the kitchen. Brooks had written to you a few minutes ago. He knew your working schedule by heart and knew that you had just finished. Actually, you were too tired and didn't feel like talking to your best friend on the phone, but you knew the longer you delayed the call, the worse it would get.
Quickly you dialed his number. After the ringing tone he answered immediately. "Hey, Brooks." You had trouble suppressing a hearty yawn. There was not a hint of fatigue in Brooks' voice. "Y/N, what secret are you keeping from me?" he demanded amusedly. Your friend was a man who came straight to the point. You should be fine.
"How was your first lecture with Professor Winchester?" Brooks asked. It took your tired brain a moment to realize that he meant Sam. "The typical introduction. Sam seems nice." You were biting your tongue when his first name left your lips. Brooks, of course, noticed this little detail right away. "Sam, huh?" repeated his name with a smirk, almost as if he had to test it on his tongue first. "Did he offer you his first name because he is so young himself?" the man on the other end of the line asked curiously. This time you couldn't suppress the yawn. "Hmm, exactly." You told Brooks everything he wanted to know about the lecture. After a while, he settled for the information and decided to let you go to bed. The last night bus spat you up a block from your stop and you were glad when you fell into your cuddly bed and could pull the fluffy blanket up to your chin.
The auditorium was already filled with students talking wildly, but Sam hadn't appeared when you sat down. The day before yesterday, right after the first lecture, you had gone to the university bookstore and got the materials he requested. You put Latin for the Illiterati, a dictionary and a small book of poems by Catullus on the table. Your pens and your notebook followed. All heads turned to the door as Professor Winchester entered the room and walked forward with long, determined strides past the filled rows of seats. The red sweater stretched across his sturdy stature and a grey jacket hung over his shoulder. There was silence in the lecture hall as Sam prepared his lecture.
He cleared his throat, which was completely unnecessary as he already had all the attention on him anyway. His gaze glided briefly to you and you gave him a smile. He winked at you in a friendly way before his gaze wandered over the rest of the students. "We will begin today with Catullus." he began today's lecture. Your fellow students listened to him eagerly.
"Who can tell me something about Catullus as a person?" he asked. Immediately your hand shot up. But he called a student a few rows behind you. "Gaius Valerius Catullus was a Roman poet from Verona. He was probably born in the first century B.C. He aspired a political career at first, but he was not satisfied with the opinions of the triumvirate consisting of Caesar, Pompeius and Cato, so he began to write insulting poems about the three great men of Rome." Sam raised his hand and the student stopped his monologue. He cleared his throat again and walked up and down in front of the first row. "Who can tell me when Catullus died?" he asked the next question. Again your hand shot into the air. But again he did not call you. "Whatever dates you wish to give me, ladies and gentlemen, I doubt very much they are correct." You lowered your hand and listened carefully. "For the fact is, we know almost nothing about Catullus' life. We can only make guesses. So who can tell me about Catullus?" He raised his hands in invitation.
"Come on. Call in your answers, don't be shy, pretend we're in the ancient senate of Rome. Do you think it was organized that way? Come on, let me hear you." Your fellow students looked at each other in surprise. For a moment there was hesitation in the air, then they started calling in. "He wrote a life's work of 116 poems." "Catullus admired Sappho." "Exactly. And his best friend was Nepos." "He was also one of the Neotericists." "Not to mention that he died when he was 30. Circumstances unknown." "Nonsense. He died of lovesickness." Sam just nodded, but that sentence made him stop and listen. He lowered his hand, a simple gesture, and the confused cries ebbed away, almost as if he was the fixed star of the lecture hall. He was the sun in your star system and you were just meaningless planets circling around him and drawn to him by higher powers like moths to light.
His gaze wandered over the students, who waited attentively for his next words. He took the thin volume of poetry from the desk and held it in the air. "As mentioned earlier, Catullus wrote 116 carmina." He paused and looked at the book. "Page 38, carmina 85, please." Immediately, the rustling of book pages could be heard. At that unobserved moment, he glanced at you. His hazel eyes pierced yours.
He averted his gaze and raised his voice. Like a Roman rhetorician, he stuck out his chest and began to read the poem with perfect accent. For a moment you thought you were standing on the Forum Romanorum listening to the Roman messenger telling about Caesar's victories.
"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris. Nescio. Sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
Sam looked up. "Who can translate this for me, please?" Again you raised your hand and this time he noticed. "Ms. L/N. Please do us the honor." "I hate and I love. Wherefore would I do this, perhaps you ask? I do not know. But I feel that it happens and I am tortured." you translated the ancient words fluently. "What do you feel when you read these words?" Sam asked and his eyes were only on you. It felt like for a moment there was just the two of you in this room. The other students around you disappeared. "Pain, unrequited love, despair but also anger," you replied. "Why did he write this?" You took a deep breath. This was your specialty. Now you had the chance to prove yourself. "Most of Catullus' poems are about his love for Lesbia, a married woman with whom he had an affair. The name Lesbia is only a synonym. There are speculations that the beloved is the elder Clodia. She was the wife of a consul. Even though they loved each other, Catullus was not sure of her love. He was torn apart by her failure to return his love unconditionally."
I heard whispers behind me. "Her name was Lesbia! You can see by her name that it was never going to happen." You rolled your eyes, and Sam snorted in amusement. "Well, Mr...?" "Winter, sir." the student helped him. "Mr. Winter. You're not wrong. Homosexuality was not uncommon among the Romans. It was frowned upon, but nobody really cared. Especially the patricians could do what they wanted. But I think that's not true in this case." Sam smiled before he talked to everybody. "Now, I want you all to analyze this poem as homework. Are there any hidden messages? Innuendoes? Stylistic devices? I want to know everything. I want the papers on my desk next week. Good? Then you're dismissed for today."
Sam was standing at your level and you were about to pack when a little note landed on your desk. 4:00pm. My office. S. Surprised, you looked up, but you only caught a glimpse of Sam's fluttering jacket as he disappeared from the lecture hall.
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