#Ik this is Useless BUT I WAS SHOOK | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lizzy019 · 11 months ago

Note

ALSO YOU. MPREG NIKTO. NEOW.

YES FISH! (idk if you're a ma'am or a sir, but ik you're a fish 😅😅😅 <3)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nikto had found himself sitting on your shared bed in discontentment.

20 weeks with a child you so graciously gave him wasn't what was bothering him, but it was just nerve-wracking. A child? With Nikto's disfigurement, his child would surely kick and scream and cry out of fear. He wasn't quite ready for it, but he knew you were so excited, so happy and thrilled to be awaiting a newborn baby.

You thought so confidently that he would be a good dad, and in a way, he could be. Nikto would protect his child, need be violently or with some simple actions like hugs or bringing snacks. Just don't expect him to be over the top dad.

Nikto had awaited your arrival, sitting in the dim room with a solemn expression as his calloused hands rubbed over his prominent belly. In there was your growing child, the baby you were so excited to have with him. He didn't understand.

Once your benevolent, serene tone rang through the halls of your apartment, Nikto straightened himself like a dog hearing their owner call out for them and he hobbled himself to where you were.

Call Nikto crazy, but he just found you all the more alluring and gorgeous when you were a bit ticked off after work. He just liked the way your brows furrowed, your eyes narrowed to make small creases, and the way all your actions were a bit exaggerated.

Hearing his footsteps, you turned to spot your dearest hobbling over, using the wall as support, and immediately everything had soothed. All the annoyance and irritation stemmed by work had melted away as you hurried over to offer some assistance.

Nikto didn't like help, he found your care for him to be pathetic and weak. But oh, he just adored you. Like how the moon has to be complimented by the stars, you made his life just a bit better.

"Ты пытаешься заставить меня чувствовать себя бесполезным?" He asked peculiarly, looking at you with a gaze that was nothing short of skeptical.

You looked at him incredulously, piecing together his sentence and translating it; "Are you trying to make me feel useless?"

You barked a sound of pure mirth and you shook your head in endearment. Sometimes Nikto was just too stubborn and hard-headed for his own good.

"What? No, I want you to be comfortable, Nik. You're raising our child, aren't you? I have to do my part." You hummed benevolently, your hand palming over the taut skin of his belly. "This precious child of ours is being formed in your womb, so why can't I make things easier for you?"

At first, Nikto just looked at the pregnant belly of his in a sweetish manner, caressing the bump and shrugging slowly.

"I just thought... I- I do not need your concern, I do not need help. I am fine." He muttered, sitting down on the sofa and unclasping the mask that kept his face covered.

Once the metallic material was chucked beside him and he finally had the chance to scratch the itch on his eyebrow, he found himself wincing when the child in his womb kicked just a bit too harshly. It made Nikto hiss in discomfort, his hand trying to hold the child still.

Your smile was nothing short of cherishing, and you put your hand on his baby bump as well before chuckling gleefully

"Our baby..." You were practically giddy.

Nikto found it a bit odd but sweet with how obsessed you were with his baby bump. He didn't quite care though, he just found it sweet.

"You do realize I am not going to have the same body I once had before once this child is out of me, да?" He asked you with a hint of a smile on his pretty, pink lips.

You nodded vigorously, smiling wide as you pressed a soft kiss to the plush of his baby bump, holding it gently before you stood up to go cook something for him.

"Would you like anything particular for dinner? I'll make whatever you want, no worry." You offered your darling, smiling wide as you saw him think.

"Pelmeni, please..." He murmured, gesturing for you to lower yourself.

Once you did, his cracked and scarred lips pressed the most gentle kiss to your cheek out of gratitude, and you felt your cheeks sting pink. Physical affection? Receiving it from Nikto? You were practically floating.

"Okay." You replied slowly, smiling all bright and wide as you hurried into the kitchen.

You had this newfound urge to make this pelmeni request of his the best dish he ever had, so you decided to mix a bit of your own culture into the food to enrich it. Give the food some love like how you were taught to do. It was short to make, and you found yourself humming contently when the food seemed about ready.

Nikto deserved to be pampered, did he not?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sure enough, you were sitting in the hospital waiting for Nikto's vitals to pop back up and for him to heal properly. The child wrapped in blue to signify its birth sex was cradled in his arms as he napped.

What a sweet sight, you found yourself looking at him with hearts in your eyes and butterflies in your stomach. Something about him showing such care for his child, the one he was unsure about, was something you truly cherished.

His name was Dimitri.

And you would come to love him and Nikto endlessly.

#elizabethposts #nikto cod #cod nikto #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #mw2 nikto #call of duty #x reader

72 notes · View notes

reomikagekin · 4 months ago

Note

ok so ik this sounds stupid but what if there was a magical girl reader x hyuna?? (Like madoka magica if you've ever watched it where basically every girl is destined to the fate of becoming a witch aka the enemies they fight) and reader figures that out while they're trying to raid alien stage and goes kinda insane mid raid and hyuna tries to comfort reader the best she can so that reader won't succumb to grief and become a witch (IM SO SORRY IF IT'S A LOT)

Sing for Me One Last Time

---

The halls of the Alien Stage facility were a battlefield. Smoke clung to the air like a ghost, the sharp scent of gunpowder mixing with the electric hum of dying security droids. The rebellion had planned this raid for months—an all-or-nothing assault to bring down the Arena’s systems and free the captives inside.

Hyuna was at the front, as always, her laughter ringing through the chaos as she ducked behind cover, reloading her gun with practiced ease. “Come on, we’re almost there!” she called over her shoulder, grinning despite the blood streaking her cheek.

You stood beside her, hands trembling as you pressed a bloodstained ribbon against your side, trying to will the pain away. But it wasn’t just the wound. It was the weight. The unbearable, suffocating weight of knowing.

You had thought this was just another mission. Another fight for freedom. Another chance to win.

But the moment you set foot inside this cursed place, the truth had hit you like a bullet between the ribs.

The witches—the enemies you had been fighting all this time—weren’t just monsters.

They were magical girls.

They were you.

Every single one, a girl who had once fought with hope in her heart, until the weight of grief twisted her into something unrecognizable. You saw it now, the faint glow of familiar magic in their shattered forms, the echoes of their old songs woven into their cries of rage.

And worst of all—you felt it happening to you.

Your magic, once so bright, was turning against you. The world blurred, colors bleeding at the edges of your vision. The pain in your chest was no longer from the battle wound but from the sickness clawing its way through your soul.

This was your fate. This was all of your fates.

It had never been about winning. It had never been about saving anyone.

It had always been about who could fight the longest before becoming another monster for the next girl to kill.

Your breath hitched. You pressed your hands to your head, trying to block out the screams—your own screams, the ones rising in your throat like a dying song.

“Hey.”

A warm hand caught your wrist, grounding you.

You looked up. Hyuna was kneeling in front of you, eyes filled with something dangerously close to fear.

Not fear of the battle. Not fear of dying.

Fear of losing you.

“You’re okay,” she said, voice steadier than you thought possible. “You’re still here.”

You let out a broken laugh. “Not for long.”

Hyuna’s grip tightened. “Bullshit.”

You shook your head, vision warping again. Your soul gem—it was shattering, wasn’t it? Splitting at the seams, a wound deeper than any blade could carve. You could feel the corruption sinking into your bones. The grief was a living thing, swallowing you whole.

“I know what happens next, Hyuna,” you whispered, a twisted smile on your lips. “I’ve seen them. I’ve fought them. I’m going to become one of them.”

Hyuna stared at you, her usual smirk gone. The playful fire in her eyes was replaced with something raw. Something desperate.

“No,” she said, her voice barely above a breath.

You opened your mouth to tell her it was useless. That you’d already lost.

But then—warmth.

Hyuna pulled you into her arms, holding you so tightly it hurt. She smelled like gunpowder, sweat, and something alive—so overwhelmingly alive it made your chest ache.

“You’re not leaving me,” she said, voice thick with something close to pleading. “I don’t care what fate says. I don’t care what’s ‘supposed’ to happen.”

Her forehead pressed against yours, a shaky laugh slipping past her lips. “You always were a stubborn one, y’know? So be stubborn now. Stay.”

Your breath shuddered. “I don’t think I can.”

Hyuna pulled back just enough to cup your face in her hands. “Then let me carry you.”

You blinked, a single tear slipping down your cheek. “Hyuna—”

“I’m serious,” she said, smiling now, but it was a fragile thing, hanging by a thread. “You’re not going anywhere, babe. Not today. Not ever.”

The corruption in your soul burned. The grief howled. The inevitable still loomed.

But Hyuna was still holding you.

And for the first time, the weight didn’t feel so impossible to bear.

Maybe—just maybe—you could fight a little longer.

For her.

For both of you.

#alien stage x reader #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst hyuna #hyuna x reader

50 notes · View notes

purpleprints · 4 months ago

Text

LONI 📔 diary 💦

I've gotten punished regularly even all the way through middle school and high school.my biological dad, use to drink and snort coke. My mom did too, she use to beat him and she use to beat me. My mom and dad separated when I was 5. I been lying to the system about the marks on my skin. If you ask me this place felt like a Whore house, she was pregnant and I finally had some company , my lil sister Jane.

Me and my sister was sitting on the couch , watching cartoons. I heard smacks coming from the back ,so I turned the t.v up louder , so Jane wouldn’t hear the sex sounds. That’s how she paid the bills, the Guys were weird. I wouldn’t leave my sister side to go anywhere, I rather me than her. A scream came , and I knew something was wrong, so I went to the back and looked through the door seeing my mom hold a knife up to his throat, blood dripping from her nose. “Get the fuck out”.

The money in her left hand , she squeezed so tight. He pulled his pants up and spit blood out his mouth, my foot made a sound on the wood floor and he turned my way. After he seen me he left, my mom slid down the wall in tears. I hate her for this.

After she paid the rent , she sat looking at me and Jane disgusted . She would call us useless to her and say that I need a job. Nobody would hire a 15 year old…. So I’d just , I had to say something.

“I’m fucking 14!, nobody would hire me”

“Who you talking to like that whore”

“Your the only whore here”,

She smacked me , all I heard was my sister sniff . Ik she was crying . But . She knew not to make noise because movie comes with beatings. 2 weeks from then, she found a job , part time. Us barley seeing her was great even though we was hungry sometimes .i know after work she didn’t go straight to us, she’ll come in the house , 2am..sometimes 3.

I never knew what was going through her head or how she felt until she got on the phone with her friends. Her routine changed a bit, she dressed a lil different. She brought us new uniforms , I’m now 17 and my sister is 9. I vowed once I get a job we’re getting tf out of here.

One night she came back early, Jane was sitting on the couch while I was in the shower. Once I heard the door open I turned the water off. I covered myself with a towel and rushed to the living room.

There stood a guy in a suit , he was shaking my sister hand and it made me feel uneasy. Her stare was cold, but she put on a smile

“That’s not a way to come out to our guest now is it?”

I turned around and rushed in the room me and my sister share. Put on a shirt and shorts and rushed to the front. This guy was different than the others he just watched and looked around. He kissed her neck , shook my sister hand and stepped towards me with his hand out.

“Travis”

I just looked at him,

“LONI!”, she yelled

“No it good, she’ll come on her own .” He said smirking .

Once he walked to the door she followed him out.

I went to my sister on the couch

“Did he touch you?”

“No he was nice “

I rolled my eyes and pulled her in a close hug. How many more weirdos will she meet.

In that month she and Travis became really close, close enough to the point she had surprising news. She told us, her and him is getting serious and he’s going to stay with us. Soon we’ll be out of this apartment because of the money he makes.

A guy never lived with us, so this was a new stage of disaster. Me and Jane got off the bus and walked 4 blocks down to the apartment. We went inside and the couch was replaced to a fresh black leather couch. I told land to go to our room & that I’ll be back in 2 hours and to not answer the door for anyone.

I left out and went by Larissa,she said she had a play for me to make some money. Me and her waited till her cousin ppl left their house, they was taking forever . 2 hours already passed it’s going on 9am. I know my sister is hungry and I’m about to leave the mission.

“Fuck this man, ima just go home”

“& miss out on $400?’

“You said they been was going to leave “

I heard the door shut, and 2 ppl walked out

“See there they go”

“Okay let’s make this quick ,my lil sister home and I gotta head back”

“Okay let’s go it’s clear “

It’s dark out ,you can hear the crickets. She open up the door and I close it behind. Once we turned the light on, a big cocky pit was staring at us. Fuck. The pit bull stood in the position, Larissa pet him a lil

“Everything fine, he know me, let’s head to the room”

I nod my head and started following her as she walked .

She pick the lock to the room, and went inside, the dog started growling, and my palms got sweaty. Then he jumped and bit my hand

“Ahhh fuck”,I said as a tear dropped

I jumped from where I was to the couch and Larissa came out with a pole, the dog looked at her and growled

We’re fucked, I didn’t know a dog was involved. I’m super scared and now I regret even coming over here, but I have a lil sister at home and I can’t leave her….

“ don’t the dog fucking know you”

“Yeah but he also know we’re not his owner”

“Okay so what to do ?”

You keep the dog distracted on the couch, I’ll open the door,”

I nodded my head, my distraction wasn’t good but it was good enough, the dog bit her pants and I ran out, she kicked him and shut the door.

Once we ran out the door we headed up two blocks to the alley. Okay I got some weed, and $200 a piece.

I gave her a hug and headed to the corner store.

I got my sis favorite snacks and some juices, I also got bandage. And some noddles. Once I made it in front the door I was relieved that I’m finally home. Only one person makes it worth that.

I came inside the room was dark, I flip the switch and seen Travis sitting on the couch.

“Hey.”

I jumped by the voice not being my mom,

“What…where’s my mom?”

“I’m your new guardian, she have a new shift so she told me to take over ,”

I stared at him, his shirt was half button, he sat on the couch real relaxed. His posture was laid back ,legs open.

“Why your late?”

I ignored him and walked to the back to see if my sister was okay. She was playing with her babydoll laying in bed.

“Loni”, she said smiling giving me a hug.

I kissed her and reached her the bag

“Ima go make some noodles okay

“I ate already, dad brought McDonald’s”

“Dad?” I scrunched my face up… “don’t call him dad ,we had one and he’s not worth shit and we don’t know this motherfucker, did he touch you”

“He hit my hand, he thought I was lying about where you were, I said you went to do homework”

I signed and kissed her ,”eat your snacks and go to bed”

I left out the room closing the door.

“You don’t have to make those,” he said pointing to the noddles in my hand.” I brought you some food, warm it and come to the living room”.

He walked away and sat on the couch, real relaxed.

The house was warm, I walked to the bag taking out what he brought me, a burger ,nuggets, and fries. I don’t know, I still had a taste for noodles, all that I just went through . I opened my bag from the store getting the bandages out and started wrapping it up, while my noddles cooked in the microwave I went back to the room to check on my sister, and she was sleep.

I walk back into the kitchen , and peaked at the living room. He never took his eyes off the tv. Screen.

The beeping of the microwave interrupted my thoughts, I took my bowl and headed to the living room, and sat on the other side of the couch.

“Like the new couch?”

He said not looking at me, in a heavy gaze.

“The other one was torn, guess you brought this “

“Yea ,I’m living here now. So there will be some changes.”

“Like my sis calling you dad”

“ you can call me that too”,he said starting to smile.

I put my head down, and started eating my nooodles

“I notice, you have this thing with you, called select hearing. Your mom said you have it, but now I see,”

“What you mean”

“I spent my money on actual food, and u want to slurp noodles?”

All you can hear is the background of the t.v. The vibe got really dark and all you can hear was the wetness of the noddles.

“I have free will,”

“Do you now?” ,” I want to test that”.

He grabbed the remote, and turned the volume up on the t.v. I tired to swallow my noodles really fast, so I got up and so did he. He grip my wrist with his hand really tight. “Free will?”

1 note · View note

milkywaygg · 2 years ago

Text

Confidential Affairs Chapter 10

Cosma interpretation belongs to @eripops. Ik there's a lot of chapters in this but I swear things will hit the fan soon lol. Might be posted later tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Month 5

Weeks had passed and Euphemia’s lie had gotten unnoticed. Despite her parents constantly trying to set dates with random business partners and having to come up with crazy excuses not to go, Euphemia was at least thankful that they’d start sending her money to help with rent once more. Because of them, they were able to shop around for baby clothes and had the ability to pay for a wedding cake tasting, where Jules basically inhaled all the samples, even from flavors she knew he didn’t like. She also got a kick out of his indecisiveness; battling between chocolate and vanilla before going with two halves with each flavor, alongside buying a pack of red velvet cupcakes for Jules to pig out on.

Meanwhile, Jules had finally reached the point where his baby bump was completely out in the open, his shirts barely able to still cover it. Throughout the days, Euphemia had also noticed Jules’ movement was slower and was now having trouble with simple things such as reaching for a cup from their cabinet, or bending over to pick something up. Occasionally, she even had to bridal carry him up and down the stairs, not that she minded. She smiled lovingly at him as she did so, imagining herself carrying him all the way down the aisle to the limo that said “Just Married” on the back.

Despite loving the fact that he needed more attention, Euphemia couldn’t help but worry as she watched his wobble around, barely able to move like he used to, She thought about his job and how he and his unborn would potentially have to stand on his feet for 8 hours, bending and hurting his back as he crafted beautiful bouquets for people who treat him like absolute garbage and having to stress out about multiple orders from people too lazy to grow their own flowers. Deciding to take a break from her secret job searching, Euphemia turned off her computer and left the room, taking a seat on the couch to watch TV as she waited for Jules to get home from work.

“Oh? Euphemia! I’m surprised you’re home.”, Jules’ voice suddenly made an entrance through the room, alongside the sound of a closed door, “You usually don’t get home until late.”

“Meh..they let me go early. We uh…ended up having some technical difficulties with the servers. Plus..we were slow.”, Euphemia said, kissing Jules’ cheek, before noticing his tired, and somewhat sad face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Bad day.”

“The worst.”, Jules sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to his fiance, “A lot of the customers today were just…so rude for no reason…I-my mind has been so scrambled lately trying to take care of this baby and planning our wedding, I-I’ve been messing up on taking orders and preparing them. I’ve lost count of how many times I had apologized to them, and a few of them even complained about me to my supervisor. Calling me stupid…useless…”

“Oh hell no…”

“That’s not even the worst of it!”, Jules sighed, wiping small tears off his cheeks, “She came back.”

“She? What are you-oh…you mean that bitch back from when I visited you at work?”

“Yes..I was barely able to block her wand spells. I think if I had just been a little bit bigger, then she’d probably have gotten me.”

Euphemia shook as she listened to Jules vent, her magical cores boiling and her blood fuming. If only she knew where she lived. Euphemia wanted no more than to turn Karen into a toad and keep her like that for the rest of her life. She knew her magic was powerful enough. Unlike most fairies, her transforming spells were permanent to her victims, regardless if their fagiggly gland was perfect or not. She remembers the time she had to turn one of her bullies into a fly in high school, not for pounding her or shoving her in the locker, but for smacking Jules’ behind in a flirty way. If only she could have been there for him now..

“Well..maybe it’s time.”, Euphemia started, “I’ve been thinking, you’re on your 5th month now, and..I think it’s time you talked to your boss about taking paternity leave, or quitting.”

“Quit my job? Why?”

“I can’t help but think about our baby, and lately, you just look like you’ve been struggling a lot.”

“Not more than I had normally been.”

“Well sweetie..it’s not just that.”, Euphemia started, massaging Jules’ somewhat tense shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about after the baby is born, and I just can’t help but wonder if you would want to become a house husband. You know, so you can take care of the baby while I’m working.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but you know, I’ve worked there for 5 years now, and I absolutely love doing it. It would hurt having to leave.”

“You have your flowers in your garden to still tend to. Plus, would you rather spend a bunch of money having a stranger taking care of your little baby rather than doing it yourself for free?”

“I guess when you put it that way..”, Jules thought.

“And it really wouldn’t make sense for me to quit because, no offense sweetheart, but I do bring in more cash than you.”

“Well..”, Jules pondered for a moment. He had loved tending to his flowers and watching fairies fall in love over red roses every day since he had started his job. He loved watching women present the roses to their husband and getting some rather passionate kisses in return. He event had the pleasure of watching a proposal right in front of the counter; his co-workers yelping and cheering for the eloped couple. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved working at the flower shop and no amount of Karens or rude customers could level out the love flowing through the air.

But the more Euphemia tried to explain to him, the more he couldn’t help but agree with her. Of course, leaving the flower shop would hurt, but his parents had often taught him that no family could be healthy or strong without a few sacrifices here and there, and knowing how much Euphemia had sacrificed since he had told her about his pregnancy, Jules felt as if it was his time to return the favor.

“Well…if this it what you want.”, Jules said, smiling softly but sadly as Euphemia returned the look, stroking his seaweed colored hair.

“Trust me. I only want what’s best for you and our little one. Just let me handle everything on the finance end from now on. Until this wedding and baby comes, I want you to take it easy for a little while. Just do whatever household chores you can without hurting yourself and you’ll be doing more than your share.”

“Well..I…ok but, you know I can still help out, right? I mean,I’m not THAT big yet.”

“Sweetheart, just do this for me. Please?” Euphemia begged as she squeezed Jules’ hand, before earning a nod, kissing his lips passionately before snuggling up against him, “You know I love you right?”

“Of course. I love you too, hunny bunny.”

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #fanfic #au

1 note · View note

isaacapatow · 1 year ago

Text

"You can take as long as you need," Ike said, "and there's always the smaller runs. Ones where you can go with somebody and skedaddle if things look like they'll get out of hand. I know you're still learning to temper yourself, Nicki, and, look." Ike paused, to let Nicki gear up for whatever he was going to deliver next. "I know you get touchy every time we bring it up, but I'm not saying this to rub it in or anything, okay? What I'm saying is that you've spent so long ignoring any natural instinct to protect yourself, that now that you've reached critical mass, your body's overriding you. It's making you freeze up. There's only so much constant danger and trauma a person can handle before shit starts going haywire."

He patted her leg through the blanket, but Nicki was urging him to get closer so Ike did, angling himself onto the sofa and underneath her enough so he could just bundle her against him. "If you really want to avoid freezing up, it'll come from you going easier on yourself. This is our home. We're building a life, not racing to the finish. You don't have to keep the pedal to the metal every time we go out there."

He pressed a kiss to her head, ready to leave it at that and let his words soak in to her groundsoil and percolate, shifting easily to Ares. Ike snorted at her dire conclusion and said, "Well, he's more likely to blame himself if he sees you blaming yourself, I'll tell you that much. And no, that is absofuckinloutely NOT me saying you should continue blaming yourself but not tell anybody because that's even more useless a thing to do."

Ike shook his head, keeping Nicki held in close without holding her too tight. "If I could order all of my raiders to not blame themselves for shit, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Although you and Ares are really the ones who do it the most. It's a wasted emotion and I hate watching you put yourselves through it." He added, after a moment's consideration, "--you know that I chose all of you specifically, right? That I want you as raiders, and that I don't take just anyone, and that there's a shit ton of criteria that I consider? I mean--"

He made sure she was looking at him, continuing, "You talk big and that's fine because hellfire, god knows I do too, but you know that for real and properly, right? Behind all the big talk about how fuckin' great you are at raiding. You know that it's actually true."

Nicki knew that - of course she knew that. What they did as raiders was dangerous and normally, she thrived off of it. The adrenaline rush from facing danger and making it out by the scrape of their teeth. The shitting situations they were flung into left and right and had to get creative to make it out before becoming walker chow or some new plaything - that was a given and she would never, ever, in a million years give that up. She was good at it - damn good at it. But that's not what she meant. She promised herself never to let the Daybreakers do that to her again. And yet, here she was. But she knew what Ike was getting at. "I know, Papi, I know. I'll be back out there kicking down doors and slaying walkers in no time. I'm just worried this might have unscrewed something that was already barely hanging on. I want to go back out there and kick ass but I don't want to freeze again."

The second his warm hand let go of hers she buried it under her blankets. It was craving more warmth, but honestly, so was the rest of her body. The moment his hand pushed down on the blankets of her leg she felt the warmth start up again. At this point, she needed more than a comforting hand on her. "You're about to fall out of your chair. Why don't you just come sit with me and hold me?" It was definitely her more Nicki-fied version of I need you to hold me right now before I fall apart.

She had heard him. Of course she had. The logic in his reasoning was hard to argue with. But Nicki was thinking anything but logical right now. They got separated - Ares got hurt. If she had been right there with him the whole time she could have protected him. That was the logic ruling her right now. Ares was hurt. Her Ares was hurt and she couldn't stop it.

But Ike's question broke through and she heaved a sigh. "I'd tell him he's being an idiot for thinking that. It's not his fault what happened. He didn't do anything wrong. And then I'd probably say something stupid to get him to smile because damn, if his smile doesn't make me feel a thousand percent better every time." The thought of his smile made the corners of her lips twitch. "He better not be blaming himself for any of this."

#with: nicki #p: nic006

21 notes · View notes

aehyei · 3 years ago

Note

i saw you were bored so here am i to ask something 😁 could you please do something (idk if its angst or not) with mark and fem reader where they're arguing about something and then he yells at her (something triggering or not) after that he realizes what he has done and try to fix the things between them

ik it's very specific but i REALLY love readind this stuff, thanks!!

OF LIES AND WRONGS

when mark wants to be proven wrong.

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff at the end (?)

WC: 2.040k

WARNINGS: panic attacks, heartbreaks, mark’s kind of an asshole???, mentions of cheating, tbh their relationship seems toxic bestie, cuss words

AUTHOR’S NOTES: HI BAEE sorry for the late reply😭😭 but i hope you enjoy this!!! also you beauties are worth more then u think you are and if someone does not see that leave em.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!”

“What? What don’t I understand!? Fuck, Y/n, I work day and night for our future and when I come home you’re tangled arms with my best friend? My fucking best friend.” Boyfriend!Mark Lee outbursts, his eyes all blurry from anger or betrayal—he really couldn’t pinpoint the difference right now. All he sees is red.

“Please, Mark, listen to me.” You plead, not being any better than him. Everything was happening too fast and you were scared the situation might get out of hand then it already is. “Please, it was just a misunderstanding. Donghyuck didn’t mean any harm, he was just—”

“—They warned me about you.” Mark didn’t even let you finish. His glare was cold and his voice was deep. You stopped talking and stared back at him silently, heart dropping.

“What…what do you mean?”

“They said you only used me for money. I didn’t want to believe it. Shit. How can I be so blind?”

“Y-You…you think I used you?” You were hurt, a look of disbelief flashing through your eyes, “Is that what you think of me?”

“You should’ve told me the truth.” Mark was too blinded by his own pain to realize his mistake. He spat those words as if he meant them, and he did. He meant them more than anything.

It was useless trying to explain to him, you realized. He would never listen to you. But still, the memories you two used to share kept holding you back. With a small hope in your heart, you shakingly reached for his hand.

But Mark pulled away from you harshly, his action only breaking your heart more.

“I wished I never loved you.”

You let out a soft scoff, still frozen in place. A shaky sob erupted from your throat and then the tears you were trying to ignore came out flowing. Why wouldn’t he listen? You’d always understand him, letting him explain, but why can’t he do the same for you? It was like the filters of life were suddenly stripped down and you were forced to watch the cruel reality.

He thinks of you of someone else.

“Mark, I love you.” You breathed out, voice unstable from all the overwhelming emotions drowning you. “And I will never stop doing so. But if you want to let go of all we’ve been through, if you’re doubting me over something so simple…”

“Just leave. Please.” Mark didn’t look at you. He just couldn’t. He bought a hand to rub his jaw and exhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut when he heard the front door close. When he was all alone, in the apartment where you both used to do everything together, he broke down and tried to cover his ears to stop the mocking voices in his head.

“Y/n?”

Just by Haechan’s voice, you started to cry once again. The boy’s eyes softened before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. “What’s wrong? Where’s Mark?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, but you shook your head repeatedly, gripping tightly on his shirt until your knuckles turned white. It was only when Haechan understood.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No, no, please,” You manage to choke out, “Please, it wasn’t his fault.”

“Y/n, are you fucking with me right now? It’s fucking snowing and you’re just wearing pajamas. Where’s the shithead when you need him?” Haechan spat, full of rage and worry. He pulled you in and closed the door, repeatedly caressing your arms in a way to warm you up.

“H-He broke up with me, Donghyuck.”

“What? Why?” Haechan’s jaw dropped as he asked in a harsh whisper. You pulled away from him and tried to calm yourself down to speak properly, but Mark’s words kept messing up with you. “He saw your coat—you left it last night by the couch. He asked why it was there, a-and I tried to tell him but he just a-assumed w-we were…”

“Shit.”

“I don’t know what to do. I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen.” You started to hyperventilate, your breath shortening and your chest tightening. It felt like someone was punching the oxygen out of your lungs and everything was blurry.

Haechan immediately jumped into action, cupping your cheeks and making you stare back into his eyes. “Hey, hey, look at me. Just me. Listen to my voice. Yeah, just like that. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re doing an amazing, good job, I’m so proud of you. That’s right, just focus on me.”

When you calmed down a bit, Haechan squeezed your shoulder and tried to hide the fact that he too, was angry, but you could see the rage circling his dark orbs.

“Please don’t hurt him…”

“He hurt you.”

You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to speak but no words came out. Mark Lee did hurt you and you had no excuse for that. But you know he’s hurting too.

“Does he even know why I came over yesterday?” Haechan tried to keep his voice stable. And when you shook your head, his anger only flared more. “Does he at least know about your panic attacks?”

And you shook your head again.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he cursed, running his fingers through his hair, “I want to make him pay.”

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since he told you to leave. But still, despite the anger and betrayal, Mark still found himself staring by the door, waiting and hoping you’d come back.

You didn’t.

“You can’t expect her to come running back to you right after you chased her out, hyung.” Jeno sighed, catching the older man’s undivided attention. “She cheated on me. I don’t want her to come back.” Mark lied, knowing fully well what he truly wanted.

“Did she tell you that?”

“What?”

“Did Y/n tell you she cheated?”

That question made Mark blank out for a moment before he snapped back into reality and shook his head. “Well, s-she wasn’t clear on it. All she said was Haechan came by and something, something—she was stammering all over and breathing heavily. When I asked what they did, she answered he hugged her. Then I snapped.”

Jeno observed him and hummed, smacking his lips together. “Did she look guilty? Scared? Surprised?”

“Hurt. She looked hurt.” Mark whispered, your trembling lips and teary eyes still haunting him.

“Did you let her explain?”

That stunned Mark. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth, realizing that he never let you explain in the first place. “I-I don’t think so…but the stammering and she was panicking. I assumed it meant she was guilty? I don’t know, man. I just snapped.”

“Hyung,” Jeno exhaled, “Haechan has been your best friend ever since daycare. Do you really think he’s the type to steal your girl? The key to every relationship is communication, and maybe that’s what you and Y/n had missed.”

“She’s not here.”

Mark almost winced at Haechan’s tone of voice and he did look down at his feet in shame, even if he didn’t know why. “What happened that day?”

“Oh, so now you want to listen?” Haechan scoffed, “You had three weeks, Mark. Three fucking weeks. Where were you when she needed you most? Where were you when she was crying your name? Huh?”

“You were there though.”

Haechan licked his lips, analyzing how much of a mess Mark looked. There was a bittersweet message behind those sentences. “I’m not the one she loves. You know that. I can’t give you the answers you want, because it is not my business either. You know where she is, I know you do.”

Mark's lips trembled, then he buried his cold fingers on the pockets of his coat. He turned around to leave as Haechan was right, he does know where you are. It’s where you two promised to be whenever one felt lost.

-------------

“Hey, someone’s here for you.”

“Huh?” You confusingly look up to your coworker. She shrugged, “I don’t know. But he said it’s important or something. Go, I’ll cover for you.”

With furrowed eyebrows, you smile at the children you volunteered to take care of and clasped your hands together. “Guys! I’ll be right back. While I’m gone, no fighting, okay? I’ll get those snacks I promised!”

The children cheered then continued to paint while your coworker attended to the little girl having trouble mixing purple and pink. You exit the room, wiping your tinted hands on your apron and loosely tying your hair while walking outside to the playground just in front of the daycare.

When you were able to take a glimpse of a familiar coat, you froze.

Mark slowly turned around to face you, his eyes immediately scanning your figure. You’ve grown thinner and paler, he noticed and couldn’t help but let worry fill his heart. Then he remembered you were still a meter away from him, so he stepped forward, eyes meeting yours.

“How’s the children?”

“They’re…painting.” You reply breathlessly, not understanding a thing. You shook your head and stepped back when he went closer. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to do anything with me. I thought—”

“Please tell me I was wrong. That whatever I thought happened didn't happen.” Mark pleaded, looking down. He sniffled and looked up to meet your beautiful eyes once again, a tear leaving his. “I want you to prove me wrong—no, I want to be wrong.”

“Mark…”

“Please.”

You let out a shaky exhale, the hurtful memories from three weeks ago mocking you once again. But you pushed this aside and carefully placed a hand on his arm, gently dragging him with you inside the daycare.

----------

“Apple juice?” You asked, handing him a box. Mark’s widened eyes were stuck on the juice then back at you before hesitantly reaching for one. “Thank you.”

You gave him a small smile and poked your straw on yours, taking one sip. “I know you've been busy lately, with work literally being an ass and everything so I tried to not add to your burden. I want you to feel relaxed whenever you come home—I want you to feel that it’s alright to take a break whenever I’m around.”

He slightly flinched but didn’t show any more reaction other than drinking on his apple juice.

“You do know about my panic attacks, right?”

“I do.” Mark breathed out, afraid of what he was about to hear next but a bigger part of him was somehow grateful. Maybe it really wasn’t what he thought it was.

“I had another one recently.” You bitterly chuckled, biting your lip. “I couldn’t breathe that day, and I was all alone at home. I wanted to call you, I really do, but I remember how stressed you already are at work. So I called Hyuck.”

“And…you two hugged?”

“I guess it was his way to calm me down. He was too focused to ever realize that he left his coat.” You shrug, hands starting to shake. You tried to stop them but Mark had already placed his hand on top of yours, both of you sharing an eye contact that holds more than words could ever tell.

“I tried to explain…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m the worst.” Mark gently pulled you to his side, making your head rest by his shoulder. “I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve understood. But I pushed you away. Shit, I’m such an idiot. The worst of them all.”

“You said you believed them.” You whispered, eyes already starting to sting too. Mark shook his head and placed his lips on the top of your head, closing his eyes in pure content of having you in his arms once again.

“I lied.”

“You’re such a great liar.”

“I love you.” Mark pulled away from you just to softly peck your lips. “I love you and I will always be there for you. I will never let you go ever again. Just, please, don’t hide from me anymore. We’ll talk everyday, we’ll talk about everything.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You nodded your head, smiling when he connected both your foreheads together.

581 notes · View notes

giyyuzz · 3 years ago

Text

back 2 u — lee heeseung.

pairing. heeseung x f!reader

genre. childhood friends to strangers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, slight angst.

warning(s). swearing, mentions of bruises.

summary. butterflies always found their home again in your stomach whenever you saw heeseung wrapped in the warm spring breeze, destiny and the decisions you both make in life make your paths cross several times unintentionally, although they repeatedly parted ways, in the end you always end up going back to the other.

note. this is my part for my beloved @moonsluvr's "in between the lines" collab. i hope you enjoy it cause it's especially for you! ik it's late but happy birthday love, i love you.

wc. 4.3k

You fell in love for the first time on a sunny spring morning, at the age of 6.

"Hi, I'm Lee Heeseung!"

You looked at the small hand that had multiple paint stains of all colors that was extended towards you to take it. This was the first time you saw him and the first thing that caught your attention, apart from the fact that he was almost completely covered in paint making his clothes a rainbow, was his bright smile which was missing a tooth and his beautiful eyes.

"Hi." your voice was barely above a whisper as you shook his hand shyly, noticing how it left a red stain on yours.

The boy who said his name was Heeseung stared at you, waiting for you to keep talking so he could know your name. Only after a few seconds in silence did you realize why his eyes didn't even want to blink, in case he missed any detail, when you finished telling him your name you were already holding back a few tears due to the embarrassment you felt.

One of the first things your mom told you was that you should always introduce yourself to the children who approached you and it was the first thing you forgot.

"Nice to meet you! Do you want to be my friend? I was painting a drawing I made myself, if you want you can help me." if you had to be honest you never met someone so energetic and cheerful before. The friends you made up until now were the same as you and didn't dare to leave the comfort of your routine and relate to someone outside your small circle.

You remembered your older brothers and how they had plenty of friends and always went out to play in the street with them and sometimes you used to feel jealous about it, so you would give yourself a chance to make new friends even if it was hard at first.

So you accepted. But in the short span of a few minutes you were already on the floor holding your knee with some tears running down your cheeks, without any teacher around to help you.

Now you were beginning to regret making that decision, you were used to playing quietly or just walking through the halls while talking about anything with your classmates, so when Heeseung proposed to play hide and seek you got excited to try something new and more fun.

But the moment you couldn't find him anywhere, about 7 minutes into the break, you began to despair, you were running from one place to the other, you checked all the places you knew although it was useless because it's as if he had disappeared from the planet. Your little mind began to think unimaginable and exaggerated things but the nerves had won over you.

When your crying reached the ears of the boy who was even holding his breath so as not to be found, he came out of hiding almost running with concern marked on his face.

"Are you okay?" He knelt in front of you, looking sideways to see if any teacher would peek out so they could handle the situation. What could a child do to calm someone crying?

A small spotlight was lit on his head, he quickly checked the pockets of his pants and a big smile came to his face when he found what he was looking for, he put in front of your eyes a band-aid with drawings of panda bears to show you that he already had everything under control.

He used to fall and hurt himself quite often so his older brother had given him a box full of those so that he would start taking care of himself a little bit so as not to give his mother too much trouble.

He gently placed it on your injured knee, it was rare to see that in him because of how unruly he turned out to be at all hours. Your wound wasn't that bad but you still flinched at the touch, successfully making the small waterfall in your eyes stop.

"I couldn't find you anywhere." that bothered him a bit, he didn't like to see people get sad because of him.

"I'm sorry."

He looked down as he played with his hands only now noticing how dirty they were from the paint, the thought of painting your face pink flashed through his head. He mustered up some courage and you felt his lips rest on the band-aid he just put on.

you were startled and he didn't even give you a chance to say anything because he ran into the classroom at the sound of the bell.

Maybe you were too young to experience what love really was, but back then you could swear your heart was about to explode and you were scared to feel that way whenever you were with him.

A moment so sweet that later you wrote down in your personal diary with great detail, you didn't want to forget that moment for anything in the world.

It was something new and fresh, like lilies of the valley covered with drops of morning dew. But what could you know? You were just a little brat.

The months passed and whenever you shared a moment that made your stomach turn, you wrote it down and treasured it for yourself. You never told anyone about those emotions that made you feel more alive than ever.

After a few years being the best friends that could exist, you disappeared from the city without notice leaving Heeseung alone.

And from there you didn't know anything about each other.

The day you didn't come to school worried him a lot, but nothing compared to the feeling that shook his body when he went to your house only to see the "for sale" sign outside, with not a single piece of furniture inside.

It was as if all the memories you had shared together were shattered into thousands of pieces, just like his heart and the letter he had written for you, telling you even his deepest feelings for you.

—

The second time you thought you fell in love was a winter afternoon when you were 16 years old.

Spring was just around the corner but these days the cold hadn't given you a single break, today was your first day in a new high school and you already made the mistake of not bringing any coat and letting yourself be fooled by the sun in the morning because now your body was shaking from head to toe.

The snow melted days ago and if you paid attention to your surroundings you could see how the flowers began to bloom, decorating the streets a bit giving them joy, as well as a cute and innocent feeling inside your stomach that tickled your silly heart. The sun's rays fed and gave life to everything every new morning.

You took a deep breath trying to feel the early warmth of the season you loved the most.

And your body completely freezes at the smell of that perfume.

Was all this real? It's as if the whole world had stopped, time ceased to exist, the birds that were flying were frozen in mid-air, and all sounds disappeared, leaving only the rapid beating of your heart pounding your chest with force.

And all because you exchanged glances with him.

Heeseung had been so engraved in your memory and soul that today, after years, you could still recognize the typical smell of his perfume.

But had you really fallen in love again? He was the same person after all and it was as if all those butterflies were coming out of hiding that they refused to leave. They never left.

You watched as he said something to the boy next to him to walk towards you. With each step it's as if he is activating a bomb in your head not knowing what to do or say.

"Hey."

His voice made everything around you return to normal, letting time run again.

You couldn't say anything, there were so many things you wanted to say that in the end they got stuck in your throat. Both of your eyes already said a lot, although it was still not enough for two people who had loved each other so much and then stopped knowing about the other.

You let your body act by itself and quickly passed your arms around hisneck while you hid your face on his chest, the warmth of his body made you feel in paradise and when he passed his hands on your waist a chill ran down your spine. Feeling his touch after missing him for so long gave you goosebumps. It was overwhelming.

When you parted everything was uncomfortable, he raised his shoulders not knowing what to do and you just covered yourself using your arms because of the cold that penetrated inside your light clothes.

"Long time no see," it was as if you had become strangers, though practically You were "you're taller now."

You did your best to make the environment more comfortable, it was the first time you saw each other after years. His eyes were still the same as you remembered them, he was tall, much taller, his bright smile hadn't changed a bit but he was already a bigger person, you could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't still the same 12-year-old boy.

"Are you cold?" he noticed how your body reacted to being outdoors without any source of heat "I don't want you to get sick."

Heeseung didn't even let you reply that he was already taking off the hoodie he was wearing to put it on your head without hesitation.

"Oh but you don't need to!" he didn't even listen to you and from one second to another his hands were already on the edge of the hoodie making sure it covered you completely "now you could get sick."

"I care more about you." he said softly. His face was so close to yours that you had to hold your breath. He was so cute, he smelled so good and his smile mesmerized you in a way that you could die right there.

He was still the same Heeseung as always.

You didn't talk as much as you would've liked, at least you were able to spend a few minutes talking about what you had done with your lives in recent years, although you couldn't concentrate even for a few minutes, your head kept overthinking every action you did and your eyes couldn't stop traveling in his face trying to remember every last inch of him as if you weren't going to see him again for another long period of time.

Only when you got home did you realize how red your cheeks were, you were embarrassed to think that Heeseung saw you all the time with your face burning and your heart beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

That night you slept without being able to take off the blue hoodie with some yellow lines and letters that he gave you, it was a silly thought but you could tell that it was something he would buy the second he saw it. You smiled at that, you had missed him so much that you couldn't be able to get away from that smell that comforted you so much in the past and that remained engraved in the depths of your mind.

You hadn't thought about him going to your high school until that moment, he had the same uniform as you so that got you excited because maybe you can be close again and just thinking about being near him increased your heart rate. You felt like in a fairy tale and you hoped you could tell him what your heart been holding.

But when you went the next day he wasn't there. Nor was it the following days.

Even if you were dying of embarrassment, Heeseung was much more important to you, so you had the audacity to ask the person you saw him with, but he just told you that he had left there and he didn't think he'd be back anytime soon. You felt your heart break a second time for the same person.

Your anger spoke for you but you wished you had never seen him that day just to avoid feeling that unbearable pain you didn't want to remember for anything in the world.

It's as if Heeseung had never existed, being all a product of your imagination that so longed to live his love story.

—

Heeseung was like a loose leaf that had been wandering since autumn letting the wind carry it to no particular destination.

That's why the air caught in his throat when he saw you in the cafe he used to go to whenever he needed to clear his mind of it. He had never seen you there before and you didn't seem to be some new employee so he assumed it was because he always picked the times you weren't working.

Feeling so many emotions running through his body made him overwhelmed and dizzy. It was ridiculous that you always met after years in places you least expected, he was tired of that, he was tired of feeling how his heart shrank at your memory and how he cried when he saw you, it erased all the "progress" he was making trying to forget you and he went back 100 steps because he already convinced himself that you weren't meant to be together.

But looking into your eyes always gave him a little hope and he held tight to it, refusing to let go.

It was for that reason that he was too cowardly to approach you, and he simply turned around wanting to leave the place and his feelings as well once and for all. Inwardly begging not to regret his decisions later.

And it looks like the universe heard him for the first time in years.

"Heeseung?"

There weren't many people in the place and he was grateful for it because he could take off his mask and cap calmly without anyone recognizing him, but he was surprised how you could tell it was him just by looking at his figure, his stomach couldn't stop spin around.

Despite the fact that the few who were there stared at him because he had been standing for like 5 minutes without moving, he shrugged it off and walked towards you, with the counter being the only thing that separated you.

"Hey," he smiled at you, "I didn't know you worked here."

"I used to work in the mornings," you didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen him in a long time and you couldn't remember him as well as before but you noticed he was a little sad, you both looked at each other for a few seconds and stayed silent trying to distract yourselves with something "you want a drink?"

"Yeah, of course." Heeseung ordered for his usual.

Everything was damn awkward, you couldn't even talk like you did that time at the high school entrance long ago, everything was worse since you were practically strangers who didn't know anything about each other, just two unknown people who shared a past trying to talk, which would obviously end in embarrassing failure.

Both of you are left with many unspoken words about to come out of your throats, but you had to swallow them.

When Heeseung had his takeout order in his hands, he said goodbye to you and started walking towards the exit. With each step he took, new thoughts came to your head, you couldn't let him go like nothing like you did before, you had to do something to keep him by your side even for a few more hours or else you would regret not having done nothing for the rest of your life.

"My shift ends in about 20 minutes!" your ears turned red realizing you yelled at him, when you got his attention you continued "do you want to wait for me so we can talk?"

"I would love that." his grin dispelled all your doubts, he didn't even have to think twice.

You couldn't do your job properly while he waited sitting next to a window, your mind kept wandering to the image of him with the sun's rays lighting up his face. He was still the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you think you can never get over Lee Heeseung.

Getting him out of your heart is like an impossible mission, it was as if he had been created specifically to be inside you all his life.

"I still have the hoodie you gave me that day." you played with your fingers not wanting to see his expression.

Both left the cafeteria and headed to the first park you found, there were some children playing and running everywhere. You couldn't help but think about when you used to play with Heeseung until it got dark and your mother had to practically carry you home by the ears, you even avoided going home to drink water for fear that she wouldn't let you out again.

His giggle made you look up "I can't believe you kept it," he looked up at the sky, hesitating as to whether or not to say the words on the tip of his tongue, but he was tired of keeping things to himself so he let his mouth speak for itself "it's more yours than mine, it always was."

You tilted your head to the side, not understanding what he meant "what do you mean?"

"This is embarrassing," he tried to cover his face that was beginning to turn pink, "but I bought it with you in mind."

"Are you serious?"

"I've had it since I was 12 years old just because I wanted to lend it to you, so I bought it a few sizes bigger than it still fit me," your chest tightened at the memory "I never wanted to leave you." his sudden words confused you.

"What?" you tried not to stutter.

"That day I had to rethink what I wanted to do with my life several times just because I saw you again after years wondering what happened to you," he took a deep breath trying not to overwhelm his emotions "but I followed my dreams ignoring the deeper feelings, I became a trainee and now I'm here, being an idol. I'm sorry I left, but I don't regret it."

"You fulfilled your dream, of course you don't have to regret it, I would never want you to." your brain still couldn't process everything he told you, you just concentrated on the fact that he was able to fulfill what he told you so many times and you couldn't be more proud of him because your body couldn't contain so much happiness "I'm so proud of you Heeseung, I still remember when you-"

"Even though I don't even know if I like it that much anymore," he cut you off with tears welling up in his eyes "you're right, I fulfilled my dream, but everything is so difficult that I'm beginning to believe that there are more cons than pros in all of this."

You didn't know what to say, you didn't even know what was going on in his life right now, and fuck, you don't even know if you can consider yourself his friend after being apart for so long.

"No matter what I do or how hard I try there will always be bad comments that sometimes become so overwhelming that they far outweigh the good ones. I'm just tired," he looked into your eyes and a spark traveled through your body "and this may be silly but I really do believe that love doesn't exist. Or at least not for me, I don't know if I should give up."

How could he say that? How dare he say love didn't exist when you felt it with every fiber of your body every time you looked into his eyes? When that strong feeling took over your heart from the moment you met him? How dare he when he taught you what love really was even if he didn't know it? It's true, it wasn't always pretty and it used to hurt a lot to the point you want to tear your heart out in order not yo feel anything and forget everything, and you knew that better than anyone for all the years you spent away from him feeling abandoned, but you wouldn't change the love you feel for Lee Heeseung for anything in the world, even if it hurts and burns you inside you're convinced you will never be able to find something similar in your life. Love was what made you feel alive every day.

"You're wrong about that... Love is real. I know because I've felt it."

"Please don't say you love me."

But even if you were consumed with shame and with your pride broken, you decided to stand firm and stare into his eyes, those orbs that you loved so much and from which you had fled so many times.

Hearing that completely paralyzed you, had you been so obvious all that time? You wanted to get out of there, run away and never see him again.

This was the last chance you had to tell him the whole truth and stop being a coward for once in your life, you were going to fight for what your heart dictated, even if everything ended badly you wouldn't be left with that heavy feeling following you everywhere.

"I love you Heeseung, I always have."

He didn't even move, you could see his gaze change but you couldn't figure it out, it was an ocean full of doubt and he was drowning in it.

"Don't make this harder please." His lips were trembling, afraid to blurt out the next words "because I love you too."

You had to blink several times to make sure you weren't in some weird dream or misheard. You wanted to beat him until your hands got tired, you wanted to yell at him until you lost your voice. You were already preparing to be rejected and he told you that? You couldn't believe it, so many years thinking that your feelings were one-sided when in reality he felt the same? You wanted to beat yourself up too by not taking the risk sooner.

But maybe that was fine, probably if you had done it before nothing would have worked, you wanted to believe that the universe was responsible for bringing you together at the right time.

"Please tell me you really mean it." your eyes were watery, waiting for any answer so the tears could fall.

"I never in my life said something so serious." his tone of voice changed to a slower and softer one to make sure you were the only one to hear him, his hands slowly moved up your neck to position themselves on your cheeks and caress them with his thumb "I'm sorry I didn't say it before, I was scared."

Your fingers were on his, not wanting to stop feeling the touch of his fingertips on you, giving you goosebumps "scared of what?"

"Scared of loving you." he was getting closer and closer to you, now you could feel his breath caress your eyelashes "scared of being the only one who felt all these butterflies when we were together and ruining the only good thing in my life."

You repeatedly shook your head letting some tears fall, although there weren't many because Heeseung took care to wipe them all away.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was going to move me out when we were 12."

"And I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was on my way to fulfill my dream and let you slip out of my arms, you have no idea how much I wanted to see you again but I let you go."

"Don't worry about it, we're already together, right?" he nodded as your fingers played with his hair.

"Hold me again, I've missed your arms more than anything in the world, I can't let you go, not this time."

It was getting dark, the children were gone and the only thing left in the place were your butterflies that finally fluttered together.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped them around your waist. Your heart was threatening to burst out of its cage, he was getting closer and closer and you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. The euphoric feeling leaving you dizzy and dazed, wondering what would happen to you if he didn't hold you in his arms.

Your lips fit together like a perfect puzzle which have been searching for its missing piece for too long.

This was how it felt to truly love someone, your hearts never gave up and if you had to wait 100 more years just to feel the moment when your lips and hearts were fervently linked then you would wait as long as it takes. There is nothing in the world you wouldn't do for each other, you would go to space back and forth, burn down entire cities and plant millions of trees if it meant you would meet in another life over and over again until your souls lived through it all.

The first and only time you fell in love was that spring morning 14 years ago.

14 years and the flower that bloomed in your chest without hope of living long hasn't withered yet.

Your heart and spring would always go back to him.

628 notes · View notes

sukirichi · 4 years ago

Text

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

5K notes · View notes

smilingangel582 · 2 years ago

Text

And the next day... gah! Am I too early but I'm so impatient! I wanna write somefink sow bwadly... aqua deserves this... I need to I HAVE TO !!!!

*Gasp... *cough! Ahem, so... I'm writing a fanfic on Oshi no ko. Teeeheee too early ik but I'll be the first tk writer to write this!

This is awfully cute, and spoilers are alert, so read, at least, the damn manga or the anime, hehehe

Everyone has their happy moments

Strawberry productions have officially had the new B komachi gang settled. Hence, Aquamarine Hoshino settled himself on the couch, now looking at the reviews of the date reality show lovenow.

Honestly, he didn't expect people to even like him back. Some even mentioned he was 'handsome' and whatnot. He rolled his eyes, but silently.

"Ah, Senpai! What do you mean my face needs more expression!"

Ruby's complaining tone disturbed his mind and he looked up from where Mem-cho, Arima and Ruby came out with flustered faces.

Kana, on the other hand, sternly lectures the younger "You need to shine more! You're cute enough, but you gotta say 'look at me' with those eyes!"

Ruby sighed now, her starry eye blinking in irritation. "Fine!" She turned to him and tilted her head now unbothered by hus presence ."Oni-chan? What's up?"

He shook his head. "Nothing just found it amusing how irritated you've become"

Ruby puffed her bright cheeks and looked away. "Easy for you to say!"

Memcho who was peacefully by the corner was now keen on what Aqua was doing.

"Ohhohh, what are you doing, kiddo?" She teased now."Dating that A-ka-neh chan?" She leaned inched closer as she said the name.

"Not yet... I've checked the reviews of the show... that's it, " he calmly stated as he placed his phone down now, stretching a little.

"Not yet, huh?" Arima frowned, but her jealousy was clean to Mem-cho.

Deciding to change subjects to avoid an upcoming storm, she pointed out, "Hey Ruby-chan... haven't your brother ever had a goofy moment?"

Ruby seated on the ground crossed legged and just thought for a moment "Well I can't say he's been in the gloomy cloud forever, but... him being a goofball sounds so wrong"

Kana just hummed in thought, "Even as a child by that time, he's so calm and mature unlike a certain someone," she eyed Ruby, who returned the same look at her with offense but indirectly agreeing.

Aqua seeing how he was the center of attention waved it off casually but also wanting to avoid being noticed "It's a useless topic, not like I'm some old geezer or anything (though he is) I haven't had the intention to be so dumb like my bratty sister"

"Wha-" It was like a stab to Ruby, and meanwhile, Miyako Saito, the talent manager, chuckled.

Aqua warily turned to her "What's so funny?"

She shakes her head now fully turning to them from her computer "It's just that Aqua is more of an adult than me even at that time, goofing around seems exaggerating and unimaginable"

"Aww..." Memcho sighed "I really wanna see Aqua go BAAAM!"

"I'm not a bomb"

Ruby became thoughtful now, but then tilted her head as she replied "Aqua may have been mature and acts like someone hundred years older-"

"Stop exaggerating"

"-than us..." she trialed off peaking everyone's interest, but disappoints them by sighing "Well nope... he's been such a downer even as a baby"

Kana agreed miserably. "Even if he was cute as a child"

"You make it sound like a bad thing." This tjme Aqua sighed and then began leaning back on the couch, checking his phone. He didn't even pay attention to what Miyako said later on "Oh but there's this one time..."

"Ohhh?"

Curious, the girls glanced up. Aqua, hearing half of what she said, also looked up ultimately. "I remember how he laughed one time as a baby"

"When did that happen?" Ruby frowned, but curious as her starry eye blinked, Aqua became more uneasy seeing how he was seeing some sort of catch. His own starry eye wavered. Whatever it was, he was in for something bad.

"He was ticklish and its adorable" she concluded with a smile and then silence broke. Kana broke it in minutes "W-wait... seriously? Him? Ticklish???"

Ruby clapped in realisation "Ah so that's what I forgot! I knew i forgot something important"

Aqua groaned. "Ruby, it's not important... I was a child, and of course, I...well had my childish days, but now their over..."

It was a wrong move. Aqua should've kept his mouth shut.

Memcho was the closest as she snuck by his side of the couch. "So, are you saying you're not ticklish anymore?"

Aqua swallowed, not that he knew the answer, but he had a feeling whatever answer he gave they'd somehow...

"As a matter of fact, yes," he replied with an almost convincing face, though it's neither the truth nor a lie. He recalled the memory of Ai embarrassingly tickled him because he was too serious as a child.

It was indeed happiness, but as his mentality was somewhat twice as Ai's, he was conflicted about how it felt so nice. No one has ever been this playful even in his previous life.

However, now, his hormones as a teenager sort of kicked in and felt like he was actually sixteen, and he doesn't like how these girls are planning what he feared they were planning.

"You can find out for yourself" Miyako shrugged now back to her work as if she didn't ruin his reputation.

Gee thanks, Miyako. He thought sarcastically.

Memcho was faster than him. She poked him on the side, and that sent his phone flying up but back on his lap. He blushed now. "Oi!"

"Oni-chan, you big liar!" Ruby lunged forward, and Kana wiggled her fingers from a distance with sudden malice for revenge."Oh~ did I hear that right? Ladies... shall we?"

Aqua didn't expect things to turn out like this. He felt himself trapped immediately by three girls with keen eyes to wreck him and the couch.

It started as soon as he began to digest the incident at hand, and did he not pray that he felt nothing? Sadly, no luck appeared on his side when he felt the shock of electricity, the familairty in the touch. He felt himself squirm and recoil back on the couch, hands embracing his own midriff.

"Uh oh! Someone's in trouble!" Memcho snickered and dug deeper into his ribs, almost earning a startled gasp. His lips twisting to something rare called a smile for the first time.

"I haven't seen him this flustered..." Ruby was awestruck that she was still clinging to his sides very delicately. "He blushed so seriously in that one moment when he was in that show Lovenow. But I like this face more~!"

"W-wait... wait..." he managed to slip away from them now behind the couch where they stared at him concentratedly. They were like prowling wolves after a prey, this was not good.

"Don't your dare...! R-Ruby, Arima !Memcho! I swear-!" He couldn't say anything more when he was at last tackled by all three of them again.

Minako laughed though her eyes are glued to the screen and half back at them. "Go easy on him, the poor lad's got to be exhausted from showbiz work today"

Nobody gave a shit. that's what Aqua knew. Kana now cracked her knuckles suddenlt her eyes glinting red as Ruby's eyes. "Just one punishment is all I want to give him... let's see how the stoic faced Aquamarine breaks from... this!" With that, her small fingers dug to his ribs, which he didn't expect. He suddenly lets out a giggle and then closes his mouth in horror, shocking himself.

"You... giggled? Honest to god, that was creepily adoarable, " Kana said, but continued her attack, drawing more sounds like that.

"Ahaharima! Stop thahat!" He struggled as he was pinned by three girls, and if there were one, he could've overpowered her. Unfortunately, this wasn't a lucky situation. He curled to many sides. He never felt the heat rise in his cheeks so frequently until now, and mostly because he recalled Ai's wiggly fingers following wherever he crawled. He needs to keep his mouth shut, though now it seemed pretty impossible.

Ruby was surprisingly the non ticklish twin, but she already bonded well with Ai (especially toermenting Aqua together on his weakness). Aqua was cursed by this sensitivity, taking in both hers and his probably ticklishness, and he expected it to go away by adolescence at least.

Unfortunately, no... God is merciless.

"GAahaha! Wahahait, wait, wahait!" He tried negotiating as felt himself be weakened immediately and instantly "Ihihi I'm sohohorry Ahaharima!"

Still enjoying torturing him, She smiled now. "For what...? This is just my fun, not your punishment for something you didn't do wrong"

"Ohoho, so nohow, I didn't doho wrong??? Maahhahake uhuhup yohohour mihihind!"

She paused now, but the others continued clawing at every part they could get on his stomach. "Maybe I'll reconsider this... I won't stop now for sure!" She sneaked her fingers to his armpits, making him yelp in shock, but giggles stumbled regardless of where she went.

"Gohohod pleehehaase!!" He groaned, now feeling his blush deepen."Ehehenough!"

"What about me, bro? I need an apology for real?" Ruby snarkily laughed like a witch.

"YOHOHOU DOHONT GEHEHT OHOHONE! EHEHEHVIL TWIHIHIN!"

Upon this, Ruby feigned shock from that, then her sinister ruby eyes glinted with ulterior motives. "That's too bad because I was thinking of avoiding your worst spot... well, I changed my mind too!"

Aqua lowered his head with desperate pleading to stop. He never felt this chaotic, not even in his previous life. He wished he could have gotten over such a childish weakness. Yet... it was not horrible, but it was certainly embarrassing.

"Riiight here! It makes him beg nonstop!" She giggled delightedly when her fingers aimed for his hips through the jeans. He collapsed in shock "OK OK! EHEHENOUGH ENOUGH! MIIYAKOO PLEHEHEHASE!"

Miyako smiled at the sight. "Alright, girls, enough... he might pass out. " her own memory jolted back at how Aqua would laugh like this, but more than the sensation, he genuinely wad equally attached to Ai as Ruby. She wished she was there to see them again.

Memcho snickered "So Mr. Gloomcloud can laugh"

He gasped now, closing his eyes in pure fluster. "Gosh..." Hearing that, he glared but with some residual giggles."Of course I cahahan, I ahaham human too"

Kana blushed now in enthusiasm. "It's... surprisingly cute, your voice going high pitch and-!"

He grumbled "Yeah don't get used to it... I might be getting you back tenfolds..."

Memcho snickered. "Good luck with that," she poked his side, making him jump away with an irritated whine "But it's three against one so... better not make it worse for yourself"

Indeed, they have the upper hand, especially with Ruby being dead insensitive. He should be careful with how he extracts his revenge next time.

He smiles softly as he left the room, hearing them tease his high-pitched giggles sounding girly, maybe... he could tolerate this. Just maybe Ai won't be the first.

#oshi no ko #oshi no ko tickle fic #lee!aqua #ler!ruby #ler!kana #lermemcho!#aqua hoshino #ruby hoshino #kana arima #mem-cho #miyako saito #cute #tickle fic

44 notes · View notes

straykidsnerd255 · 3 years ago

Note

Hello ! I hope you're fine !😊 If it's okay for u , Can i request how the Gold Saints ( with Albafica , Asmita , El Cid , Kardia , Shaka , Milo , Mu and Saga ) will deal with a daughter ( reader who is a child [ like 8 or 9 years old ] ) who is a crybaby , don't like to fight , she has a low self-esteem , and don't want to follow her father's steps ? And one day , she yelled at them " i never asked to train to become a saint ! I don't want to follow your steps ! I just want to live a peaceful life ! Why don't u understand that i'm scared ? Ik that i'm weak ! I can't save and protect anyone ! I'm so useless ! " Then , she broke down in tears , how they'll react after that ? Thank u for taking the time to read my request ! ❤ don't forget to rest and drink water ! Also , i love your writing ! Keep going ! ❤❤❤❤

Here you go! Thank you so much and I’m sorry this is so late!!!

Reader will be 8 turning 9

Albafica: “ I never asked to be like you dad!” Albafica felt his heart sick at his daughter’s words. “I don’t want to follow in your footsteps because I am weak! I’m not strong like you dad! I cry too easily. I get hurt too easily. Why don’t you understand that I am scared and weak! I can’t save anyone like you.” Albafica watched his daughter crumble to her knees crying. He sighed softly and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. “I’m sorry for pushing you. I didn’t realize that was how you felt. I apologize.” He whispered as he rubbed her back trying to calm her tears and hiccups down. “Even if you don’t become a saint, I will still love you unconditionally.” He whispered, smiling down at her.

Asmita: You dropped to your knees in tears. Sweat falling off your forehead and you fought to not cry out loud. “I can’t do it dad. I can’t be like you. I’m too weak. I’m too scared.” You looked up at your father and watched as he crouched down to your level. He placed a hand on your head and gave you a soft smile. “You don’t have to take my place if you don’t feel up to the task. I won’t be mad at you. I never wanted to subject you to that path in life. You are not weak. Not by any means. I love you and would rather you live a normal life.” Asmita leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead and helped you up.

El Cid: “I don’t want to succeed you dad! I’m too weak! I can’t live up to your standards!” You yelled standing up from the ground. El Cid was taken back by your outburst but didn’t say anything. “I’m not strong like you dad. I can’t do what you do. I don’t want to be a saint. I’m not strong. I’m scared. I’m weak.” You said hugging yourself. El Cid walked over to you and dropped to his knees. “Don’t worry. If you don’t want to be a saint that’s fine. I will still love you either way. You are my daughter after all.” He said, smiling at her softly and pulling her into a hug.

Kardia: “I don’t want to become like you dad! I’m scared and I’m weak. There is no way I can live up to your expectations!” You yelled at your dad as he supervised your training. Kardia sighed before dropping to his knees and placing his hands on your face. “Sweetheart. I don’t want you to live up to my expectations. You don’t have to take my place as the next gold saint if you don’t want to. I would rather you be happy than be miserable. You are my daughter and I want you to be happy.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head

Shaka: “I can’t do it dad. I can’t be the next saint because I’m too weak! I’m not as powerful as you are.” You cried out glaring at the floor. Shaka opened his eyes and sat in front of you. “Do you not want to be a saint?” He asked, placing his hand on top of your head. You shook your head and felt more tears falling down your face. Shaka reached forward and wiped the tears from your face. “Don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt me one bit. I still love you and will always love you.” He said.

Milo: You screamed in frustration and kicked a rock in anger. Milo raised his eyebrow before seeing the tears falling down your face. “I don’t want to be like you, father! I can’t be like you! I’m not as strong as you. I’m just a weakling. I can never be like you! “ You cried out looking at your father with anger and hurt in your eyes. Milo walked over to you and knelt down in front of you. “You don’t have to be like me. I will always love you no matter what.” He whispered softly, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Mu: You dropped to the floor with tears falling down your face. “I can’t do it dad! I’m not as strong as you! I’m not talented like you! I will never be like you! I just can’t do it!” You pressed your hands to your face and cried loudly. Mu watched you as his heart broke. He knew you were a tad bit weaker than normal kids your age and that always made him worry for your safety. “You don’t have to be like me honey. I just want you to be able to kick someone’s ass if needed.” He said, as a smile appeared on his face when you giggled.

Saga: You dropped to your hands and knees with sweat dripping from your face. “I- *huff* I can't do it, dad.” You said, while standing. Your body shook from the force of the training you just went through. Saga sighed and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by you again. “I’m not like you. I’m not strong. I’m weak. I can’t fight and I certainly can’t make it through training. I’m a failure.” You said sitting on a rock wall covering your face with your hands. Saga sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “I don’t want you to be like me. Don’t change who you are because of what I am. Be yourself and I will always love you.” He said softly.

#Saint Seiya #anon #fluff #a little angst if you squint #child reader

15 notes · View notes

portaldisaster · 2 years ago

Note

omg haaai, another nightshade fan?? may I request ur hcs pls?

i think he is the KING of finding out what bothers people and annoys them like it’s his job :’]

oh absolutely. he cant steal materials from skylanders anymore but he *can* steal their free time for useless shit. the hours theyll never get back

i dont have many hcs for him honestly, despite how much i love him.

ik hes supposed to be a cat but i think he looks like a less fluffy seadog. i think hes a seadog-mabu with some cat in there, maybe like a grandparent

fucks with flynn the most. he cant really get away with it with cali and made almost made hugo cry once which is not something a Good Guy does. flynn deals with it as well as youd expect

he and luminous are just high school bullies when you stick em together. they rag on each other *all* the time but together theyll judge anyone in a 5 mile radius. toxic friendship ftw

hoarder. hell only sell things hes got a copy of for cash if he absolutely need to (which isnt often) its just nice Having Things

post-trap team, hes in and out of various prisons - he gets bailed out by the skylanders constantly bc if you need an undercover job, hes the guy, but he CANNOT stop taking shit. actually hes usually caught by the skylanders as well

i think if you grabbed his leg and shook him a comical amount of treasure would fall out

fluffy paws. why else would those gloves be so fucking huge

#nightshade #dark #trappable villain #villain #trap team #headcanons #ask tag #disasterverse #? maybe #i need to draw him soon

7 notes · View notes

9tzuyu · 4 years ago

Text

four months.

note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.

using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3

(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)

+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.

warnings: none?

prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”

🏷 @natasha-danvers @midnight-lestrange @whatiziz @kermy48 @mycosmicparadise @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (lmk if you want off the tag list because ik i dont post as regularly as other writers, so im just going with people who have told me they want to be on my tag list in the past)

and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.

it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.

every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.

natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.

the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.

it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.

but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.

“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”

you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.

she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”

“huh?”

“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”

you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”

the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”

a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.

“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“i’m not-”

“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”

when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.

“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”

she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”

soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.

your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.

you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.

natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.

“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.

“which key?” her voice was soft.

“the yellow one.”

the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.

it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.

natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.

you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.

another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”

natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.

“how long have you lived like this?”

her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.

“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”

she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.

“what are you do-”

“you have no food.”

you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”

“and the receipts?”

natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”

she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.

“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.

“so come live with me.”

“natasha-”

“come live with me.”

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”

“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”

a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”

the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”

when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.

“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”

she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

449 notes · View notes

lholland14 · 4 years ago

Text

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (Jill Roord x Reader)

Jill Jamie Roord rarely got jealous. She knows Y/n is hers and only hers. Besides who in the world could possibly be an upgrade from her.

It was December 20th when Jill and Y/n boarded the flight to Oldenzaal, Netherlands to spend Christmas with her family. Not only was it Jill's first time home for Christmas, but it was also Y/n's first time meeting Jill's family.

~~~

When we finally landed Jill bounced up from her seat grinning, energized by the smell of the Dutch air. While she was excited to come home, I was dreading it.

Let's get things straight, I'm from Spain I speak Spanish, and English not Dutch. My girlfriend's family is Dutch. I don't know Dutch. I- ugh. This is going to suck.

As we drove to her home Jill pointed out landmarks, her favourite places, and just places in general. I could see her brimming delight at the prospect of seeing her family after so long.

~~~

When we finally arrived she bounded to there front door and didn't even knock twice before an older man opened the door with a smile.

"Dad!" Jill shouted hugging the man I presumed was her father

"Jill! Hallo, hoe gaat het? "Jill! Hello, how are you?"

"Ik voel me goed." "I'm good"

I awaited awkwardly for Jill to be finished greeting her dad so she could introduce me, but along came to boys bonding out the door.

They both looked very similar to Jill, so I guessed they were her brothers Jill told me so much about. The one with the moustache (who I presumed was to be Davy) hugged Jill and proceeded into conversation, the other brother, Boyd, walked over to me.

"So, you must be Y/n" He grinned sticking out his hand.

As I shook it I matched his grin and replied "You must be Boyd"

~~~

It was December 22th when Y/n was fully accepted by the Roord's. However Jill wasn't as pleased as she thought she would have been, it all started in the morning, or rather at 3am

~~~

I couldn't sleep. No matter how perfectly perfect my body temperature, no matter how comforting Jill's hand was around my waist was, I couldn't sleep. And it all because it was snowing, lightly, beautifully, like a perfect winters day. I had to go out and see it.

I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and quietly walked out the door, only to run into Boyd.

He cursed as he dropped some of his hot chocolate he was holding onto my sweatshirt.

"Schijten" He cursed. As he tried to dabb at the already stained shirt I stopped him since I knew it was useless.

He sighed and looked at me apologetically before offering his own sweatshirt.

"Here," He handed me his own sweatshirt, but when I tried to refuse he continued speaking "Take it. It's only fair since I ruined your sweatshirt."

I thanked him and put it on. We were both silent until I made an offer that I presume would cause this whole debacle.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

He grinned before taking my hand and walked quickly to the door.

~~~

It was around 6 when we decided to actually build a snowman. We called him Billy, because Boyd liked the name.

After we created Billy we sat in the snow just talking, telling stories, spilling the tea on Jill.

Not noticing Jill had walked outside looking for me.

~~~

Jill's prov

When I walked outside I was worried until, I saw how close Boyd was to my girlfriend.

They were laughing, Y/n looked happy. Suddenly all the self doubt I had when we started dating resurfaced.

Was I enough?

Is she happy with me?

Would she be happier with someone else?

I simply tapped Y/n's shoulder to direct her to the door, since I knew she must be freezing. Maybe that's why Boyd had his arm around her.

She was cold. Thats all. She doesn't like him, she loves me.

I hope she still loves me.

The self doubt rose as Y/n sped her way around me to walk with Boyd while chatting with Davy.

~~~

It was December 24th when Y/n was getting the cold shoulder from her girlfriend. She thought it couldn't get any worse, but noooo it did. This time it all started at night or rather in the late evening.

~~~

I unlike many people I throughly enjoyed being in the kitchen. I loved to bake, but my true passion was cooking. I enjoyed it because no matter what you always get a result, and sometimes the result may vary, from burnt cakes to light Mac-n-Cheese.

Turns out Davy just happened to share my passion. So if someone shares your passion, its only reasonable to do that passion together.

So we decided to cook for the family. We kicked everyone out of the kitchen (except for Boyd because he wanted to help) and got ready. Of course we needed ingredients so Boyd and I went shopping together.

After an hour of kinda shopping and more joking around we came back to the house to start cooking.

Finally after a couple of hours and almost burning the house down thanks to Boyd, everything was ready. We made the rest of the family sit down while we presented the food.

While we ate Davy told me all about his girlfriend and Boyd joked that if Jill doesn't marry me soon he might. Jill abruptly left after that comment.

She later told me it was just because she was tired, but I didn't believe her.

~~~

It was December 25th when Y/n finally figured out the problem. This time it all started at promptly at 3pm.

~~~

"Whats wrong with you?"

Jill turned at the sharp voice of her younger brother Boyd.

"Nothing." She replied quietly

"No Jillie. I know you, why are being so distant to Y/n?"

"Just leave me alone."

"Did Y/n do something?"

Abruptly Jill turned around in order to face Boyd. He shrunk back when he saw the anger in her eyes.

"We're not having this conversation."

"Why not?" He replied starting to become angry. He had grown close to the kind girl and felt like an older brother towards her.

She scoffed "Why don't you have this conversation with Y/n? You two seem close."

"Wait a minute," His eyes widened as he understood the root of the problem "You're blaming me?"

"Of course I blame you!" She argued "You're the one that is stealing Y/n away from me."

Just as Boyd was about to argue back Y/n came in the room. She looked terrible, like she hadn't been sleeping there were also tear stain under her eyes as well. I looked over at Jill and saw her entire facade start to crumble.

Immediately she pulled Y/n into her room and shut the door.

~~~

Y/n prov

Jill gently pulled me into our room, shut the door then walked me over to the side of the bed for me to sit down. After I sat she went to the bathroom to get a cool wet clothe to wipe my face.

All this was done in silence as I stared at her while she gently wiped my face.

Finally I decided to speak up.

"You okay

"I'm fine," Jill replied, but you knew she wasn't.

Jill always said she was fine, but you could see past that. Whenever she was angry their became a paradox between her personalties. Usually she was sweet and extroverted, when she was angry she became introverted and snarky.

Sure you got angry with each other but the only difference was, Jill would act on her emotions. You were the rational one in the relationship, she was usually emotional but you could always figure out why. This time however, you were completely and utterly complexed.

You still didn't understand that she was scared of losing you, even more than you were scared of losing her. You thought she knew that you were hers and only hers.

"No it isn't. Jill, please something is obviously bothering you," I pleaded and Jill sighed. "Just talk to me! Please."

"Fine," Jill sat on the ground in front of me and you gave her a little smile. "Um, okay, I want, no I need you to know that I love you," She started, stumbling over her words. "You know that I'm yours and only yours. I'd like to think that you're mine, but sometimes I get insecure. You're this amazing person and player. You're smart, kind and everyone loves you, but that's the problem I guess. Everyone loves you. Everyone." She admitted. "It's just hard. Sharing you like that."

Finally she stopped ranting and stared at me. The silence thickened as I thought about what to say, then I decided to do something that didn't involve talking and was Jill's favourite pastime.

I kissed her. I kissed her like I was leaving for a year. I kissed her like she won the world cup. I kissed her.

"I promise you that there hasn't been a day that I stopped loving you, that I stopped wanting you. I promise you that no matter what you have always stayed in my head since the first time I played eyes on you. You are mine, and I am yours. Thats it, I will always choose you, no matter the time, the place, the situation. I. Choose. You." I told Jill when we parted.

She grinned before climbing into me lap to kiss me again.

"Besides you were the main topic of conversation." I admitted to Jill

She looked at me before looking outside again "Its still snowing out. Do you wanna build a snowman?"

#jill roord #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #jill roord imagine #jill roord x reader

190 notes · View notes