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melithril · 2 months ago

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[Adar] Into The West

♫ - Peter Hollens - Into The West

A/N: Had a brainworm with this song for a couple of days, and thought this might have been a cute lil' idea. I hope you ll enjoy! <3

If ever you were t be found somewhere, it was usually the library. Well, the makeshift library. In your current camp, it was space filled with few books, but more of a place for everyone to come and take some time away from every day life. Rare it was that anyone besides yourself was in here anyway, which is why it was always a sure fire thing to start a search party here should you ever have gone missing.

Often, you couldn't sleep, thoughts running marathons in your head kept you awake. So, instead of waking Adar, who needed the rest, you would slip quietly away and take some time to read. Losing yourself in the solitude meant your brain had time to fully wind down and you would head back to your bed, wrap yourself into Adar, and sleep.

This was one of those nights, although this time you were not without company.

Stepping into the library, you had been met with a young girl, who was rubbing her eyes and holding a blanket. You had recognized her from the times you kept the children busy in here, reading them stories or letting them be creative.

"Hello, Dura," your voice was soft, so as not to startle her. "Is everything okay?"

She nodded, making her way to you and taking your hand. "Can you tell me a tale so I can sleep?"

Your face faltered, thankful she was in no danger or anything. It was unusual for any of the younger orcs to be awake at this time, so your first thought is worry. Nodding, you led her to your comfy chair and allowed her to climb into your lap. Dura situated herself so she was comfy and cuddled her blanket close, one hand holding some of your hair.

"How about a lullaby?" you asked, the little girl nodding eagerly. "There is one I know that I have yet to tell you. This song means a lot to me, Dura, I hope you will enjoy it."

You closed your own book and held her closer, your voice low and gentle as you began to sing.

"Lay down Your sweet and weary head, The night is falling, You have come to journey's end. Sleep now, And dream of the ones who came before, They are calling, From across the distant shore."

As the lyrics had begun to fall from your lips, Dura stared up at you, eyes glistening and listening intently. Whether she understood the words you sang or not, the sound alone enthralled her enough to keep listening. You rocked her gently, mind focused solely on getting the child to sleep.

Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see, All of your fears will pass away. Safe in my arms, You're only sleeping.

Your mind drifted to your love, Adar, these lyrics in particular reminded you of him. You were his protection from the outside world, he would always tell you that. He would tell you that he was grateful for you staying in his life, that you were his safety blanket. In turn, you always promised to be there for him at the end of the day, and that your arms were open for him any time. Whenever you were needed, you would answer his call. Loving Adar was not easy, and he knew that. But, in spite of it all, you found him to be such a kind man deep down. He had shown you nothing but true love and care in your time with his family. Never once rude, never once had he raised a hand to you. Always, he was sweet to you. You had vowed to always love him through everything, and to be there at the end of the day when you both went to sleep.

What can you see, On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea, A pale moon rises, The ships have come to carry you home.

Adar had awoken, wondering why there was no warmth besides him. After rolling over and reaching his arm out, he knew where you would be. No matter the time, he always went to check on you, even though he always found the same result; you, in your chair in the library, nose stuck in a book. But, just to ease his mind that nothing was wrong, he dressed and headed out of the door and down to you. As Adar edged closer, a faint song was heard and for a second, he thought perhaps he had finally gone mad.

And all will turn,

To silver glass.

A light on the water,

All Souls pass.

He had reached the door and immediately recognized your voice. Such a beautiful singer, he thought. Peeking around the corner, Adar did not expect the sight before him. Sure enough, you were there, curled in your favourite chair. This time, a small girl on your lap, eyes almost closed as she lulled her way to sleep. It made his heart soar to see you with the child on your lap, swaying her back and forth gently as she lay. It was a warming sight, one he wished to burn into his brain for an eternity. The last thing Adar wished to do was disturb, so he observed you from where he stood, listening to your voice and the lyrics.

Hope fades, Into the world of night. Through shadows falling, Out of memory and time.

Pondering your words, Adar smiled to himself. He knew this song meant so much to you, how you hummed it often. To see you openly sharing it with the little girl, who was most certainly now fast asleep, was beautiful. You were beautiful, to him. Adar felt so lucky to know you, and even luckier to love you. He was never going to throw what you both had away for anything. One day, he would marry you. When peace was made in Middle Earth and he knew war for the orcs was no longer a threat, he would marry you.

Don't say, We have come now to the end, White shores are calling, You and I will meet again. And you'll be here in my arms, Just sleeping.

You glanced down at Dura, who had fallen asleep curled up into you and her blanket. It seemed your song had done the perfect trick. You continued the lyrics, feeling strange to not at least finish the song. You were moments from the end, after all. Your head tilted up at the sound of a shuffle, and you found your lover stood before you, looking ethereal in the pale moonlight creeping in through the window. Smiling, but saying nothing, you received one in kind. Adar sat on one of the chairs opposite you, not interrupting and eager for you to finish.

Taking one of your free hands in his, he simply ran his thumb across the back of your soft skin, eyes never having left your face as you sung. If he could only tell you how you looked to him in this moment, there would not be enough paper in the world to write it down. You broke your eyes from him to look down at Dura, as you finished the song.

And all will turn, To silver glass, A light on the water, Grey ships pass, Into the West.

Adar placed a quiet kiss against your hand, hoping the movement would not wake the child. He glanced down worriedly as she stirred, but you shook your head, signalling that Dura was most certainly out for the night. You knew you should return her to her family soon, which was not too far, but for the moment, you simply sat with Adar's hand in your own and the crackle of the fire behind you. Soft snores came from Dura, and you looked to Adar as he stared back. His eyes were so full of love, twinkling something terrible in the light.

In time, you knew this moment would end, but right now, with the child between you, Adar and yourself just enjoyed the calm and serenity of the late night. You were both lost in thought, the need for sleep taking over you both. Before you could deliver the child back to her home, all three of you were asleep. You and Dura on the armchair, her in your lap, and Adar in the seat next to you, still clutching your hand in his own. Your head had come to rest on his shoulder, and as a three you all got some much needed rest with one final thought in your mind.

This was family.

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year ago

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Aprons

(Loki/Fem Reader Smut)

Summary: Your blissful baking is rudely interrupted by your husband. He just can’t help himself when you’re in an apron.

Warnings/notes: SMUT 18+ Kitchen sex, Husband Loki, Oral (F receiving), Unprotected sex, Loki talks you through it, no plot only porn, if you read the whole thing you get a lil treat at the end.

WC: 3.3k

*header from Pinterest*

The scent of spice and pumpkin filled the open kitchen of your humble home. Your body swayed slightly to the sound of the music playing softly in the background. You were in a state of calm, peace comforted your soul. All of your worries were put off for now. The dirty laundry in the hamper wasn’t constantly eating you, although it probably would later. However, for now, it was just you and the warm, welcoming feeling of your kitchen.

After the dry ingredients were finally whisked together, you started cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice your husband, Loki, entering the kitchen behind you. He quietly observed your movements, admiring your cluelessness of his presence. His eyes ran down your body as he watched you. His jaw clenched as he noticed the apron that beautifully complemented your figure. Your waist was beautifully accentuated by the tie that rested on the small of your back. Loki’s innocent admiration turned into a lustful need for you.

Loki took slow, calculated steps toward you. Your eyes focused on the task at hand, which was currently mixing in your dry ingredients with the wet ones as the mixer slowly blended them together. You could feel Loki’s presence just before he rested his hands on your waist. Sneaking up on you in the comfort of your shared home was a frequent pastime for him. Loki could never stop being mischievous, and you would never try to stop him from being himself. He placed a soft kiss on your temple before looking over your shoulder to observe your baking.

“What are you making?” He asks.

��A pumpkin chai spice cake.” You smile, melting into his hands.

“Of course.” Loki laughs slightly, knowing your taste too well, “How is it coming along?”

“Beautifully, I just need to finish mixing the dry mix in and let it mix for a few minutes, then it can go into the cake pans and then the oven!” You speak with an excited pep in your voice that caused Loki’s heart to skip a beat, even after all these years.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or would I throw off your rhythm?” He teases, referring to your subtle dancing earlier.

Your cheeks flush a slight pink, you thought you were alone when you were doing that.

“N-no, it's almost done anyway, just go relax and help me eat it all when it is done.” You smirk at him playfully.

“And let you do all the work? Darling, you know that is not my style.” He flirts, suggesting something more.

You finish combining all of your ingredients before allowing the mixer to do its job. Carefully, you turn to your husband to look him in those gorgeous eyes. When your eyes meet his, you find that they are filled with lust. His body radiated pure sex as he pulled your body flush with his.

“Y’know…” He pauses, fidgeting with the neat bow that is tied behind your back, “I just can’t help myself when you wear those cute little aprons. They drive me insane with the way they hug your luscious body.”

You could feel his erection that was forming underneath his loose lounge pants. His smell dominated your nostrils as it mixed beautifully with the spices that were currently mixing. His grip on your waist tightened, his head dipping down to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp as he nipped at the spot he knew was ticklish. Every time he claimed your body, he studied it as if his life depended on it. With just a look and a singular finger, he could bring you to your knees with tears of pleasure in your eyes.

“Hmmm…” You moaned and smiled with every touch of his lips to your warm skin. “Maybe you would like it if I wore this and nothing else?” You suggest.

Loki groaned and pinned your hips against the edge of the counter with his own. His hand ran down your back, taking a handful of your ass before gripping your thigh and hiking it around his hip. Through this position, his sizeable bulge met your clothed clit perfectly, causing you to let out a gasp of excitement. Your body was trapped by his and you couldn't be happier. The ambient noise of the mixer was almost lost in your shared moment of passion. That was until you pulled yourself out of your horny mind to lean over and stop the mixer.

“Loki! I don’t want my batter to be overmixed!” You exclaim as you wiggle out of his embrace to remove the bowl from the stand of the mixer.

Loki groaned, knowing how much you cared for your baking projects. “I apologize my darling. In my defense you are rather… addictive.”

You sigh before taking a beater and giving it to Loki, “Why don’t you lick this clean while I put these in the oven.” You tell him before pouring your mixture into your greased cake pans.

Loki happily begins to lick the batter, giving you a seductive glance before he does so. You knew his tongue worked wonders. And right now, you really wish you were that beater.

After you pop the cakes in the oven, you take the other beater and begin licking at it. It was now your turn to shoot seductive glances as you ran your tongue up and down the beater as if it were the ridges of his cock.

Loki’s beater was licked beyond clean as he placed it in the sink along with the other dirty dishes, to be dealt with later. Now, you had more urgent matters that needed your attention. And that urgent matter was currently glaring at you as if you were his next meal and he was starved.

Slowly and seductively, you licked the beater until no trace of batter remained. Loki leaned up against the kitchen counter across from you. His hands gripped the marble edge behind him, causing his beautiful veins to protrude slightly from under his pale skin. His silken, green lounge pants did nothing to hide his ever growing erection. His tight, cotton tee hugged his waist so perfectly it nearly caused you to drool. Loki was no less than perfect, and in a state of arousal, he was absolutely irresistible.

“Make sure you lick it thoroughly, love, I wouldn’t want you to miss one delicious drop.” He stalks towards you slowly with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. You knew he could only take so much teasing before he was pushed over a metaphorical edge.

Loki had a certain temper and he only showed it to you. You knew that deep down, underneath that cool, calm, and collected persona that he put on, he was fragile. Every look, every word, and every breath that caused even the slightest sexual suggestion to your husband caused him to tip. And it could end in one of two ways, either with you begging for him with no shame or humility, or with him on his knees doing the same with you standing over him. The latter was certainly more rare, however, it was worth every aching second of teasing.

Tonight, it seemed as if you would be the one begging, and you had no objections to that.

As he approached you, he took the beater from between your fingers and placed it aside. A drop of batter hung at your lips. Loki leaned in and licked it away, humming in content as tasted your creation from the salt of your skin.

“Oh, darling… it tastes even better from the baker herself.” He wrapped his arm around your waist before fully taking your lips with his. The spices from the batter lingered on his tongue. In the midst of the heated kiss, Loki lifted you onto the counter behind you. The tips of his fingers were almost bruising to your thighs.

His lips desperately trail down your jawline in ferocious hunger. His hands are everywhere, your breasts, waist, hips, and thighs were being thoroughly explored as if it were his first time. The truth was that he probably knew your body better than you did. Loki knew every spot that made you whimper out for more.

“Oh, my sweet little baker, did you really think you could keep me from tasting my favorite sweet of all?” He growls, hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings underneath the apron.

“You like the cake that much?” You ask with false innocence.

Loki lets out a breathy chuckle, “Although your creation is undoubtedly delectable, it is your cunt I crave the most.”

Flushed arousal went straight to your core at your husband’s words. His fingers slipped into your leggings, dipping beneath your panties.

“So wet for me already. What a good girl.” His words make you tremble.

“It's for you, it's all for you, Loki” His name came out as a desperate gasp.

His talented fingers circled your clit as his teeth nipped at the tie of the apron behind your neck. His other hand reached to loosen it, causing the material to fall, exposing more of the black tank top that you wore underneath.

“I need to feel every part of you.” He quickens his movements underneath your leggings, your hips moving closer to him in the process.

“But I- I thought you wanted the apron to stay… ah- on-” A complete sentence was hard to achieve at the moment.

“Another time, darling. All I want right now is to feel every inch of your delicious body.” He lightly pushes your chest back so that you are lying down on the counter. Your back arches as Loki pulls your leggings and underwear down and off your form.

The slight ‘thump’ of your discarded leggings hit the wood floor of the kitchen. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back an excited smile, anticipating what he would do next. Loki folded his body over yours to give you one last kiss before moving down your body and kneeling in front of your open legs. He pulled the bottom half of your apron up to expose your wet pussy to his needy eyes.

“There she is.” He groans in pure desire. His fingers moving up your thighs towards your core.

“Ah- fuck.” You gasp as Loki’s dexterous fingers find their way to your core, dipping inside as his tongue finds your swollen clit.

Loki begins his work as he curls his fingers inside of you, pushing against your sweet spot perfectly. His soft lips suck at your clit. He switches between his tongue and his fingers as they move back and forth between your entrance and your clit. Your trembling body writhes on top of your polished kitchen counters. Loki manipulated your body as if you were the dough and he was the baker, kneading his creation to completion.

Groaning as if he was starved, Loki moved your soft thighs to rest on his strong shoulders. You tightened your thighs around his head and tangled your fingers in his soft, black curls, pushing them back so that they wouldn’t get in the way of his expert tongue and fingers. He moved his head in tandem with his movements. You attempted to sit up slightly to observe him eating you out but his free hand pushed you back down, delving somehow deeper into your cunt. His fingers pumped faster inside of you. The once cold counter was now warm from the heat of your flushed skin. Your remaining pieces of clothing, the black tank top and the partially untied apron, were beginning to feel like uncomfortable barriers, keeping you from feeling every inch of Loki.

Your hips gyrated with his movements as he pushed you closer and closer to your anticipated climax. He was drawing this out and you knew it. Before Loki, you had never met a man who got off on eating pussy this much. Loki, however, lived for it.

“Loki! I’m close- I’m gonna cum-” You panted, pulling on his hair which caused him to release a moan that vibrated through your pussy.

Loki did not bother coming up for air to encourage your orgasm, he only quickened his movements. The entire kitchen faded into nonexistence around you as you came on his tongue and fingers. Loki never stopped as he worked you through your climax until the stimulation became too much. Your thighs loosened around his head as you began to wiggle away from him.

Thankfully, he took the hint and finally raised his head from between your shaking thighs, albeit reluctantly.

“Where did you go my darling?” He asks teasingly before helping you sit up in your dazed state.

“Valhalla, I think.” You giggled.

“That would only be the highest of compliments darling.” He chuckled before kissing you. The taste of your juices lingered on his tongue.

Loki placed more soft kisses on your face and neck as you turned to look at the remaining time on the oven. The last thing you wanted was to burn your hard work due to Loki’s sex drive, which was complimented by your own. Thankfully, there were twenty minutes left, more than enough time to finish what you started.

With a smirk, your hand ran down his torso to the hem of his shirt. Loki allowed you to lift the shirt slowly up his abdomen. Your eyes ran down his toned body, admiring his abs as they rippled with every deep, calculated breath he took.

“How are you always so perfect?” You mumble to yourself.

Loki lets out a bashful laugh, “I guess you haven’t fed me enough cake then.”

You raise the shirt up and over his head with his assistance, “You will always be perfect, no matter how much cake you eat.” You smile, appreciating his bare torso, now exposed to your hungry eyes.

Once his shirt is forgotten and on the floor, your hand ventures lower to the aching tent in his silk sleep pants. You gifted them to him on your anniversary, knowing how little they would hide when he was aroused.

Loki was beginning to run out of patience, you could tell when he snapped his fingers to disintegrate your tank top and apron with his magic.

“Those better be in one piece somewhere.” You give him a glare that is far from intimidating in his eyes.

“They are neatly folded in the bedroom. I suggest you don’t worry yourself.” He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Whatever you say, husband.” His title ran off your tongue like honey.

His hand lowered his waistband and took hold of his throbbing cock. He teased your entrance and ran the head up and down your slit, circling your clit whenever he ran over it.

“Hold on tight, wife.” He growls before breaching your entrance. No matter how many times Loki fucked you, you were always so wet and tight for him. Sex with Loki never gets old.

You shamelessly moan out his name as he immediately begins thrust in and out of your drenched cunt. Loki was far from a quiet lover, he was always right there with you, moaning and gasping your name along with profanities, both in english and norse. Despite being a frost giant, pure warmth radiated from his body as he held you close, as if you were about to be taken from him, as if he would ever let that happen. His thrusts started out slow, calculated, and hard as he took in the moment, appreciating your body as you offered it to him, a sacrifice to your god.

“Loki… more, please.” You moaned out for him, your hands exploring every part of his exposed skin.

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.” He growls in your ear, his teeth ghosting over your sensitive skin causing a shiver to shake your spine.

Loki’s thrusts became even slower to draw out his time with you. Your body was a drug to him, an unbridled weakness for a powerful god.

“Faster,” was all that you were able to mutter. Loki heard you loud and clear, his hands grip your hips possessively as his hips move at a quickened pace.

Your back arched to push your body closer to him. Loki buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving marks to show that you were his, as if the wedding ring wasn’t enough. He took in your scent, your heat, the salt on your skin from the thin layer of sweat that shone on it. The sound of your skin joining together with every thrust echoed through the kitchen. After he was pleased with his markings, Loki pulled away, allowing you to get a good look at his beautiful face. His cheeks were flushed, those dark, inky locks stuck to his forehead in strands. He was perfect, a bodily vessel truly fit to house the soul of a god.

“You are mine, all mine. Only I can have you like this.” He moaned out as he claimed you.

“Fuck yesss- Loki~” One of your hands held the nape of his neck as the other grasped his bicep.

His thrusts became sloppier as he began to lose his composure. His right hand went to play with your clit to help you get closer to the edge with him.

“Cum for me, I need you to cum on my cock.” His demand sounded more like a plea from his lips that trembled with pleasure.

“I am- fuck baby- I’m gonna cum.” You whine out, your cunt tightened around his cock, spasming with delight as you came for him.

“Fuck! That’s it darling, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He talked you through your high as he was about to reach his. Loki’s ego would always make you cum first.

Loki desperately moaned your name loud and clear and he spilled his cum inside of you. Your entire body, mind, and soul were in the palm of his hand.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute or two, heavy breaths were the only sound that filled the kitchen. Loki’s cock began to soften inside of you, his hand ran up and down your spine. He placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to hold him close to you. Being clingy wasn’t an issue if you both did it.

“Are you alright my darling?” He asks, concerned that you haven’t spoken.

“Of course, but I need to start making the icing, and the cakes will be done soon.” You pull away from him, “Can I have my clothes back?” You ask.

Loki laughs softly, pulling himself out of you. He proudly watched his seed leak from your hole. With a snap of his fingers, you are covered in a soft green sweater that fell just under your ass. Loki was still a cheeky bastard, however, and only summoned a pair of black, cotton panties to wear under it.

“Were you too weak to summon pants?” You tease once more.

“No. I just enjoy admiring those lovely legs of yours.” He smirks.

You laugh in amusement before jumping off of the counter to resume your baking.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you disinfect the counter thoroughly?” You ask him.

Loki still wore his cocky smirk with pride as he observed the spot on the counter where your coupling took place only a few minutes ago.

“Anything for my sweet baker.” He obeys before going to grab some cleaning supplies.

“Thank you, love.” You smile.

Loki couldn’t help the fact that his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, and he knew that it would continue to do so until the end of time.

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Thanks for reading

Sorry I have been so inactive but I am here to announce that my break is officially over! I may be a little rusty so this may have been kinda meh. Thanks to all of my supporters, you guys put the ink in my pen. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future projects! Also here is the recipe for the cake. I have made it myself and it is amazing.

Cake Recipe

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itgirlgyu · 11 months ago

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would this txt guy punch me if i ask him to?

context: toothache. warning: gaslighting. violence.

✷ yeonjun!

no!

honestly i think he's too much pussy to punch.

he'd be there like, with sweat running down his forehead.

his fist shaking, and his voice trembling.

if we pay even more attention to his cowardice, we could hear his teeth chattering and his chin wobbling.

his wussy behavior would put me off

instead we just visit the dentist on his debit card

he can't be more thankful for that even though now he's in debt because of it.

✷ soobin!

he's been waiting for a chance honestly.

"soobin could you punch me bro i hav—"

"aight square up."

he's taken the right position to land the perfect punch.

he's hunched back and has been pulling his wrist back while supporting it with his other hand.

and in that moment he looks like he's actually taking his vengeance instead of helping you

there's a literal twinkle in his eyes.

that's not the soobin we know.

i fear for my life so i will be fleeing that scene

and ending my friendship.

✷ beomgyu!

he might.

some gaslighting and emotional blackmailing needed tho.

he's like, "no how could i?"

while removing his rings and freeing the tension in his wrist, getting ready to hit the mark.

might shed tears as he measures the distance and the amount of force he might need to excert.

enlightenment hits like this man would actually end up caving my jaw in

so i refuse with a flower in my hands as peace treaty 🌹

he agrees and we both hapilly live together while planning an extensive plan to get shit done on someone else's bill.

✷ taehyun!

straight up refuses without even listening to the reasoning.

refuses even more vehemently after listening to the reasoning.

like he too is a hater of capitalism but apparently refusing to going to the dentist is something only an imbecile would do

sure taehyun that doesn't sound like hypocrisy at all 🙄

might start lecturing on dental hygiene and then gives an array of things to help the ache

okay but i would literally bite my own tongue to stop myself from making even a bit of sound in front of him

bc you make one sound and he's looks like he'd grab your hair and drag you to the dentist.

✷huening kai.

yeah lmao he wouldn't.

although he'd empathise

but that's all he would do.

does a lil "oh poor you" everytime he comes in and then back to going whatever he had been doing.

might ask after a day or two like oh how's your toothache?

probably uses this chance and make a gift list with whole mouth wash, and pain killer and all that basket for christmas.

doesn't eat anything sweet in front of you bc he thinks it's rude.

oh my poor hyuka ily

but a true blue idgaf king.

i do not apologise for shit posting. ⋆

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steviebbboi · 4 months ago

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Ordinary is Ordinary

Chap 02/02: Gem Meets Steve

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Gem)

Rating: Teens and up!

Summary: You viewed life as it was: ordinary. To you, life was an endless cycle of simply trying to make ends meet. People work, sleep and wake up to do it all over again. A chance encounter with a certain captain challenges your philosophy of what is considered to be ordinary.

A/N: Fluff on fluff, a meet cute with Steve and Gem! This is a two-parter that I also wrote around 2018. There's not many warnings other than getting ready for some teeth-rotting sweetness from Steve. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Coffee dividers by @saradika-graphics - Thank you so much for creating these cute coffee banners - perfect for this lil meet cute moment <3

Diamond divider by @firefly-graphics - wonderful work as always! Thank you sm!

Read Part 1 here.

You walked to your coffee shop on Court street, feeling slightly in a daze. You still could not believe that Captain freaking America bought your coffee. It’s been a few weeks since your "meet cute" had transpired and you were hoping to run into him again.

"God, what am I thinking?" You said to yourself, thinking of how the scenario would go down.

"Hey, Captain—Cap. El Capitán. Thanks for buying me coffee the other day and so sorry I was such a bitch—sorry, excuse my language. I meant to say that I was being rude. Also, thanks for saving the world from flying alien robots. And oh yeah, the robots from the day before..."

You shook your head and scolded yourself for your imagination. People like you did not just run into one of the Avengers. Who were you to ever say anything to them—to Captain America?! You were just a girl born and raised in Brooklyn.

Taking your life, as boring and ordinary as it was, day by day.

You continued to walk into the cafe, the familiar bell at the top of the door dinged as you pushed the door open. It was 7AM and you're already in line for the morning rush. Falling into line like the other mindless drones going to work, You stood there being idle with your thoughts.

Completely out of it, due to lack of sleep and your wandering thoughts, you neglected to hear the door’s ding as another drone entered the cafe. You subconsciously stepped forward as coffee orders were taken and given up ahead.

You felt the person behind you step up as the line shifted. Distantly, you heard a throat clear. You didn't pay it any mind and continued to stare straight ahead. After a minute, you heard another throat clear, purposefully this time. You began to turn your body and look behind you but then you heard a soft ‘hey Gem’ spoken from someone in the front. You straightened and looked towards the register and saw Chris greeting you a good morning.

"How are you, Chris?" You asked as you gave your coffee order. Luckily, you have been promoted at your job, going from assistant to secretary. Not that big of a bump but you took it since it meant that you would be getting out of buying ten cups of coffee every morning for the next five years.

"I'm alright, Gem. How are you feeling?" Chris asked you. After the ‘transformers’ incident, although the attack didn't happen on American soil, the damage was felt by all people in New York. Everyone was still recovering from all these other worldly attacks.

"I'm alright. World keeps spinning, I suppose." You grinned humorlessly and stepped aside for the person behind you to order as Chris nodded his agreement.

You were waiting for your order at the end of the bar and after a few moments, you heard a voice beside you say, "Does it really?"

You turned and saw the very man, and hero, that has been occupying your thoughts the past few weeks. He looked...tired but still put together. You had a weird moment of just seeing him in his whole get up until you realized that he was just wearing casual attire. You stared at him for a while and noticed that he was just staring at you with his eye brows slightly raised.

You shook your head a bit, "Sorry— what was that?"

He gave you a grin and said, "Does the world really just keep spinning?"

Your mouth opened a few times, as you were at a loss of what to say. How do you respond to Captain America that through all of his stress, tribulations and hard work of trying to save the world, it didn't really matter because the world ‘just kept spinning’? As if nothing happened.

"You, you freaking idiot!" You thought while looking down, a bit ashamed. "I’m so sorry, I meant no offense."

He looked taken aback, a soft grin still on his face. "Hey, it's okay. No offense was taken. That's what the world is supposed to do, spin." He didn't discuss it any further but you understood what he was saying.

It was his job to defend and keep the world going. To keep it spinning. To operate as if nothing happened.

You smiled slightly and said quietly, "Still though, it wouldn't continue to spin without you guys." His eyes widened a bit and his small grin widened a bit as he tucked his head down, not saying anything.

"My cover is blown, I see." He said.

You smiled and said, "It's kinda hard not to notice Captain America taking pity on the girl in a coffee shop and buying your coffee even after you were being super rude to him."

Steve laughed a bit, "You were not being rude. You were being cautious, as everyone should be. But, I will admit that you're slightly off about one thing. I'm not Captain America taking pity on the girl in the coffee shop and buying your coffee for you."

He extended his grin and his hand, "I'm Steve, and a few weeks ago, I saw a pretty girl standing in front of me in a coffee shop and decided to buy her coffee, all in the hopes of getting her to talk to me."

You were taken aback at his unexpected forwardness, "Captain America is a flirt." Surprise flitted your thoughts. You blushed when you finally registered what he said, "Captain— Steve thinks I'm pretty."

Although still blushing, you extended your hand and introduced yourself.

He shook your hand, "It's really nice to meet you. So, your name isn’t Gem, either?”

You smiled back at him and couldn't look away from the teasing glint in his eyes. Giving him a glimpse of your laugh, “No, that’s all Chris. I chalk it up to the fact that I’ve tried to charm him into making me ten cups of coffee every morning for the past five years.”

Steve hummed his agreement, “Yeah, I can see why he would.”

You flushed again as he continued to flirt with you. There seemed to be something in both of your expressions, an energy or a spark that seemed to ignite the moment that your hands touched and your gazes met each other. You both let go, but only after you heard your name called for your coffee.

You turned to get your coffee and checked your watch that read 7:30AM. You noticed that you had no time to chat with him if you wanted to get to work. You wondered if you even should. You smiled sadly, thinking of what it could be like to date a superhero. "I'm better off without that kind of stress. I have my job and myself to look after. Maybe it's not such a good idea. Maybe it is for the best."

You turned back to Steve with a reluctance that you couldn’t help keep out of your voice. "I have to go but...it was really nice to see you again, Steve."

Steve looked at you and you could tell that he was disappointed but not surprised by your reaction and reluctantly smiled, "You too, Gem."

You smiled regrettably and quietly said bye. You walked towards the front door but stopped before you could pull it open. You couldn't stop thinking about the moment you touched hands. The spark. His deep blue eyes. Unknowingly, you were walking away from a handshake that had the potential to change your life forever.

But you didn't walk away.

Steve was still facing the bar counter, waiting for his coffee. Slightly disappointed that he could not manage to stop you from walking away but accepted the situation for what it was. He knew that times were different but he gave it a try and he failed. He was being too forward and you weren't interested.

But, in that moment, he couldn't stop thinking about the moment that you touched hands. The unflinching, bright spark that tingled between your touch. The bright gleam in your eyes.

He made up his mind to chase after you until he realized that he didn't hear the ding of the door nor did he hear the pause of your footsteps. He turned around to see you at the door, facing him, holding your coffee with a genuine smile laid on your face.

It was Steve’s turn to flush as he was caught turning to go after you. You took two steps forward towards Steve and you both stood quiet for a second until you said, "So, how'd you propose a girl would ask a cute guy to walk with you 'till you had to go to work?"

Steve's eyes lit up in humor, recognizing their little dance. "Do you have the time?"

You looked at your watch that said 7:45AM and looked back at Steve.

"Eh," You shrugged with the same humored smile. "Let the world spin."

Thanks so much for reading this two-part series! Reading this again after a few years, my heart is really staying with Steve and Gem.

Comments/reblogs/like are so appreciated and welcomed. Thanks for reading and enjoying :)

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 8 months ago

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Howdy howdy! Could I request Blitzø, Fizarolli and Millie (separate, not poly) with a chubby s/o?

No worries if you're not interested in writing this one. Take care 💛💛

"More To Love" ; Blitzø, Fizzarolli, Millie

AN: Aw, hun, don't worry about it!! These are always some of the sweetest requests!! I'm super thin tho, so if something is inaccurate or offensive, please tell me!!

Also, new format who is SHE??

Let's get this out of the way: Blitzø does not care. Like, at all. Sometimes, you aren't even sure he notices your appearance.

Which, yes, is very comforting. He's attracted to you regardless, he wouldn't be with you if he wasn't.

Blitzø's favorite thing in the world is to cook for you. Half of his attempts could be considered lethal, sure, but hey, he's fed himself and his daughter for at least a few years off of his skills, right? He'll do his best to adhere to any special diets and eating routines you have, too, since he totally understands if you have any insecurities. He knows how cruel Hell and earth alike can be toward anybody who isn't a stick figure.

Allergic to nuts? Sweet, guess what's no longer in the house. Pescatarian? He's suddenly the hugest fan of fish. Vegetarian? That's fine, he didn't like meat, anyway. Even though he did.

He's a dad, after all, and if he's that doting with his daughter, imagine how doting he is with his partner. You're the light in his dark world, and he hates the idea of you ever feeling like anything less than you really are.

Now, granted, sometimes, some of the things he says sound insensitive, but he really is trying to learn more about your situation. So he gets some very... er... sweet-intentioned, but possibly perverted-sounding nicknames for you.

"Heeeeyyy, Sexy~." "Woah! Got someone you're tryna impress today~?" "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes~?"

I wouldn't be surprised if your face is eternally red, like, at all.

If you ever confessed to actually being insecure about your body... oh god. Good luck, that's it for you.

He's basically going to be so touchy on you, it'll be like you have a Blitzø-sized tumor attached to your hip.

If you've got a tail, Blitzø will ensure that your tails are basically always intertwined.

Unless you tell him to stop, of course. He's a dick, but he's not that much of a dick.

But he'll make sure you're always comfortable and feeling loved and basically worshipped. Seriously, have you ever seen an assassin get pissed off because somebody insulted their S/O?

Well, you did after meeting him.

And it didn't end pretty for the other person in question.

Millie is someone who grew up around a lot of farm folk, a lot of whom were also on the chubbier side. It happened, it wasn't a bad thing. If anything, she liked it more on you.

And she'd be the one who'd actually fucking maul someone over insulting that trait of yours, my god- I'm not sure if there's ever been so much blood from one person-

You're insecure? Aw, you've got a little sweetheart right at your side.

"Baby, you're the cutest thang I've ever seen! I could just gobble you up~!"

As long as your physique doesn't pose any issues for your health, she's all for it! She finds it so cute and she loves how soft you are!!

And although she's never experienced it, herself, you can always count on her endless support and love, regardless of whatever it is you may need!

She'll always try to be right next to you, both because she's ready to strike if anybody dare makes a rude comment toward her lovely S/O, but also because she just adores you that much.

Like Fizz, she'll also wrap her tail around you when she wants cuddles because it's a way that imps like her often show love.

Another thing I think she'd like is comparing hand sizes.

And cheek pinching!! My God, with chubby cheeks, she'll be on them like glue!!

"Ain't you just the cutest lil honeybee in the hive, baby~? Yes you are! I love you so much~."

Honestly? Marry her. She's sweet, she's loving, she loves your appearance and running her hands over your curves, she adores you.

Plus, she'll protect you from fatphobic assholes. What's not to love?

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year ago

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Reunited

Part 26

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 25

part 27

warnings: feitan is still rude, but he’s getting a lil better… just a lil tho. Also mentions of human trafficking and cleaning/cooking a fish, and uvogin eating roosters alive(he was just hungry ok)

A/N: I refuse to contribute to the “uvogin is dumb” stereotype because he’s canonically intelligent.

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“I’m headed to town, I’ll be back before dark.”

Feitan watched as (Name) pulled on her second shoe. She wore a pair of overalls over a tshirt, the outfit making Feitan frown.

She was still acting strange, even 2 days later. He’d thought her little mood change would end quickly, but her nervous fidgeting and refusal to eat around him stuck around.

She also wouldn’t wear anything that was slightly revealing, even when the heat was too much to bear. He would catch her pulling off her long sleeves as soon as she thought he wasn’t looking, sighing in relief.

For some reason, this pissed him off.

He didn’t reply to her, focusing on slowly moving his fingers. Over the past day, he’d started getting feeling back in his fingers, so he’d been trying to get them to move as much as possible.

“… bye Feitan.”

——————

(Name) unloaded her goods onto the shelves, making sure the labels were facing the street. A tired sigh left her lips, the girl pulling at her overalls with a huff.

Feitan’s insult had been a hit to her self esteem. She had heard that word a lot growing up, having to hide her body in some vain attempt to keep attention away from her.

After moving out and living alone, she’d grown much more comfortable with herself, wearing tank tops and shorts that barely covered her ass.

Maybe she’d been a bit too comfortable.

Feitan’s presence did make her a bit nervous, but she’d been able to keep her confidence up due to his disinterest in her appearance. He hadn’t seemed to care what she looked like, only ever insulting her intelligence or handiwork, but never saying anything about her physical appearance.

So she was shocked when he said what he did. (Name) didn’t know what to do or say, the memories of a lifetime of bullying and harassment surfacing in her mind.

Usually, the best thing to do was to diffuse the situation by agreeing then distancing yourself, so that’s what she did.

But it was hard to distance herself from someone she was taking care of.

(Name) hadn’t cared what he thought of her before. She didn’t mind if he didn’t find her pretty, not many people did, but the thought of him possibly finding her repulsive HURT.

Over the past 3 weeks she’d come to care for him, maybe not as a friend but as a fellow human being. He’d been hurt, both physically and mentally, and she wanted to try her best to help him.

Although she didn’t expect anything in return for her help, she had at least hoped he would be nicer to her after a while, but it seemed he wasn’t warming up to her. It was a bit depressing. (Name) had thought they could become friends…

She was stirred from her thoughts by the vibration of her cellphone. She reached into her pocket and pulled the device out, seeing Chrollo was calling her.

“Hello, (Name).”

He talked as soon as she’d answered. “Hi Chrollo! Not to be rude, but is there a reason you’re calling?”

“That’s not rude to ask at all. I am calling to inform you that my comrade will be arriving at your stand in…”

He paused for a moment, possibly looking down at his watch or phone screen.

“5 minutes. I tried to call you earlier, but the call wouldn’t go through. I assume it was because of the signal issue you told me about last time.”

“Yes, most likely. Thank you for telling me. Can you tell me your comrades name?”

“His name is uvogin. Don’t worry, you won’t miss him. He’s… large.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “Alright… thank you again. Is there anything else?”

“Mmm, no. Goodbye (Name). I wish you good luck.”

“Good luck? What do y-“

He hung up before she could finish her sentence.

—————

Chrollo hadn’t lied about him being huge.

(Name) watched as a beast of a man went from stall to stall, asking for her. She stepped out from behind the counter and waved. “Hi, I’m (Name).”

Uvogin stopped in his tracks, taking in her appearance.

She was short, but taller than Feitan. Her face was pretty, and appearance soft. He hummed as he gave her a once over, nodding approvingly. She was definitely someone he could see Feitan being interested in.

“Hey there, doll face. Name’s Uvogin.”

(Name) shrunk under his gaze, peeking at him shyly. “Nice to meet you, Uvogin. You’re a friend of Feitan, right? Come in!”

The man had to crouch to enter her booth, sitting on a chair in the corner. “I have to work for a bit longer, then we can go home. If you get bored you can explore the town, just meet back up with me a-“

“I’ll stay here.”

The girl only nodded, turning her attention to a customer.

Uvogin watched her work, taking in every small detail of her behavior. She was kind, always thanking each customer and smiling even after they left. (Name) rummaged around under her counter and pulled out a box.

“There’s some pastries in here if you’re hungry. The old lady that runs the booth across from me traded some for a few jars of jam. Just leave a few for Feitan, he has a huge sweet tooth.”

Uvogin opened the box, seeing rows of pastries of differing types. “You gonna eat any?”

She paused, looking from the box of pastries then back to the street. “No, I’m not hungry. Please, help yourself.”

He shrugged and complied, eating as many as he wanted.

An hour later and (Name) started packing up her basket, humming to herself as she lifted the leftover jars. Uvogin picked up her basket once she was done, not listening to her protests.

“Can’t let a pretty lady like you carry everything, can I?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

———————

(Name) walked through town with Uvogin, picking up a few things off her grocery list before they made their way to where she parked her bike.

“Oh. We can just walk home, I wouldn’t want to-“

Before she could finish her sentence, Uvogin lifted the girl up and threw her over her shoulder, then grabbed the bike with the hand he held the basket with.

“H-hey! Put me down!”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. He smacked her leg gently to stop her from squirming.

“Quit wiggling, this way will be way faster. Trust me.”

Although (Name) didn’t like it, she complied. “… alright, but don’t drop me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

(Name) had never gone so fast in her life. The man moved at a speed she didn’t think was humanly possible. If she didn’t close her eyes, she’d get motion sickness.

“U-Uvogin, you’re so fast! Are you like… a track star?”

He laughed again. “No, nothing like that. I do have a lot of experience running away, but never from a fight.”

(Name) gasped. “Oh, you must be very brave then! I dislike fighting myself.”

“Hmm, is that so? I woulda pegged you for a little brawler.” He teased. (Name) giggled at that.

“Oh, you’re funny. It’s strange, you’re nothing like I imagined you would be. Feitan’s so…”

“Unsociable?”

“Yeah!”

They reached her home way quicker than (Name) thought possible, the usually 45 minute bike ride cut down to a 10 minute run.

He dropped her off onto the ground gently, helping her stand. “Yeah, he’s always been like that. Don’t take it personally.”

He patted her butt affectionately, the girl jumping at the contact.

Feitan kicked open the front door, staring at the two.

“… Uvogin.” He said in a greeting.

The man grinned down at him, his hand still on her butt. “Now who got you looking all fucked up?”

Feitan scowled, leaning against the doorway. His eyes drifted from Uvogin’s face to his arm.

Uvogin caught him staring at his hand on her butt and got a mischievous look in his eye.

“You got yourself a cute little nurse taking care of you here, don’t you?”

He pulled the girl closer to him, (Name) stiffening.

Feitan didn’t say anything, instead walking back inside with a huff. Uvogin held back a laugh, letting the girl go and entering her house.

“Um… welcome to my home…”

She followed the two in, wondering if inviting him into her home was the right choice.

“So… Uvogin, what do you want for dinner?”

(Name) sat between the two on the couch. Uvogin took up a majority of it, forcing (Name) to lean her leg against Feitan. For once, he didn’t seem to mind her physical contact.

“How about some roasted chicken?”

“Sure! Any specific sides you want?”

“Whatever you think is best, sweetheart.”

Feitan shot the man a look, (Name) getting up to prepare dinner.

“Feitan, is there anything you’d like?”

“… rice.”

(Name) leaned over the back of the couch, peeking at him. Her face was dangerously close to his.

“What was that Feitan?”

He turned his face away quickly. “Said rice. You deaf?”

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the kitchen.

“Man, Fei, what’s got you all worked up?”

Not many people would be able to notice his stiff posture being a sign he was uncomfortable, but Uvogin did. The shorter man sighed.

“Nothing. What boss sent you for?”

Uvogin grinned, leaning against the couch. “Boss was worried about you.”

Feitan’s eyes were on (Name)’s figure again. “I see. Anything else?”

Uvogin pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Feitan. The man blinked at Uvogin, the cell phone falling into his lap. “Ah, forgot you can’t move your arms. Boss asked me to give you this. It’s a cellphone that can get signal anywhere, he had Shalnark work on it for you.”

He picked the phone back up and turned it on, showing feitan the screen. It only had the options to call, take pictures, and text.

“It’s simple, but it’ll get the job done.”

Uvogin sniffed the air and raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction. “Why do you smell like a chick?”

Feitan groaned. “Shut up.”

——————

“Uvogin, could I ask you for a favor?”

(Name) stood behind the couch, wearing a frilly pink apron over her overalls.

“Sure, you’ve been taking care of this piece of work for a few weeks now, what can I do for you, sugar?”

Feitan shot him a glare, glancing between him and (Name). He wasn’t sure why, but the way Uvogin acted so flirtatiously with her was getting on his nerves.

“I have my hands full in the kitchen, could you go gather some eggs from the chicken coop?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

The large man stood, towering over (Name). “I’ll be right back.”

(Name) waved as he left out the door, calling out a sweet thanks before returning to the kitchen. “Hey, Feitan?”

The man didn’t reply, but turned to look at her.

“Since you’re able to move your fingers, do you want to flatten out this pie crust? It might help loosen them up!”

She set the pie crust on the table, smiling at him. Feitan stood up and approached the table, plopping into the chair. (Name) helped to lift his arms, placing his hands in the pan.

She stood behind him and held his hands, showing him how to press down correctly. “Here, like this.”

The feeling of her chest pressed against his back as she helped him only caused Feitan to stiffen. He struggled to concentrate when she was so close that he was able to smell her perfume.

“Oh, you’re getting it! Okay I have to work on dinner, just keep at it and tell me when you’re done.”

She leaned back and walked away, checking on the chicken before pulling out a cutting board.

Feitan tried to steady his breathing. She was always so warm, every time she touched him it was difficult to think.

He watched her from the corner of his eye as he pressed the pie crust down with his fingers. There was a strange warm feeling bubbling in his stomach.

BAWK BAWK!!

(Name) lifted her head at the sound of her chickens panicked calls. She raised an eyebrow in Feitan’s direction before stepping into her flip flops and sprinting out the door. Feitan was quick to follow after her, the man having a hunch to what was happening.

“Uvogin WHAT THE HELL!?”

(Name) threw open the coop to see the remains of two of her roosters lying on the ground, Uvogin having another one in his mouth.

The man looked up nonchalantly, blood dribbling down his chin. “Hey, your chickens attacked me, so technically this is self defense.”

(Name) wasn’t hearing any of this. The girl had taken off her flip flop, smacking him on the back repeatedly. “DROP IT!”

The man did little to protect himself, not even feeling the impact of her blows. He simply caught her wrist.

“Why, it’s already dead. Does it matter?”

He was right, the first thing he did was break the roosters neck, but (Name) used her other hand to tear the chicken from his grasp.

“I know that, but if you eat raw chicken you’ll get sick! At least wait until dinner!”

The girl wrenched her hand free and stormed off, brushing past Feitan. The shorter man blinked, looking between her and Uvogin.

Feitan didn’t often see THAT look on Uvogin’s face, but it never meant anything good.

“Oh ho ho, I like her. She’s feisty.”

He brushed the blood from his mouth, kicking the chickens corpse out of his way. Feitan didn’t like the way Uvogin’s eyes followed (Name)’s hips.

“Uvogin.”

Feitan gripped the man’s arm, his eyes narrowed. “Control yourself.”

Uvogin glanced at Feitan’s hand before brushing it away. “Why? Not like you own her.”

Feitan didn’t answer. Uvogin wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t his, and he didn’t even want her. So why did the thought of Uvogin wanting her in a not-so-friendly way make him seethe?

Feitan knew he found her somewhat attractive, but that’s where his connection to her ended. She meant nothing to him other than being a means to an end.

The black haired man turned on his heels, walking back inside behind (Name).

——————

Feitan couldn’t help but feel annoyed with the current situation.

(Name) sat a plate in front of Uvogin, giving him a smile. “Here you are! I hope the food is to your liking.”

She smiled a bit too sweetly in the man’s direction for Feitan’s liking.

Again, (Name) sat down next to Feitan without a plate of her own, feeding him as Uvogin watched. It was a little embarrassing for Uvogin to see him like this, only worsening his mood.

“There, all done. Would you like some dessert-“

“No.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Are you sure, you always w-“

“I said no.”

(Name) stopped, suddenly standing up and pushing her chair in. “Goodnight Uvogin, I hope the pull out couch will suffice.”

Uvogin nodded through a mouthful of food. “Yeah, should be alright.”

The girl began to walk away.

“(Name)?”

She turned back to look at Uvogin. “Yes?”

“You gonna eat?”

She paused, looking between him and Feitan before pulling at the fabric of her shirt. “Maybe later.”

Then she was gone, shutting her bedroom door behind her. Uvogin glanced at Feitan between bites of food. “What’s up with her?”

The shorter man shrugged, huffing. “Been like that for a few days. Maybe started period.”

Uvogin shook her head. “Doesn’t smell like blood. Would’ve thought you’d known that, Fei.”

“Was joking.”

The muscular man let out a laugh. “I see.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sound being Uvogin’s chewing.

“She acts strange lately. Unnerving.”

Feitan broke the silence with his statement, leaning back against his chair. Uvogin raised an eyebrow. Feitan wasn’t usually the type to care about how others acted if it didn’t affect him, so obviously it was affecting him somewhat.

“Did something happen to make her… upset?”

Neither of the two men were that informed on women, with Uvogin having a bit more knowledge that Feitan.

“Don’t know. Just started acting like that one day.”

“Think back to that day. Did anything happen that was unusual?”

Feitan tried to think back to it, remembering her in her bathing suit and being slapped by a fish.

“She got slapped by fish?”

Uvogin chuckled. “That’s not exactly fun, but she doesn’t seem the type to be mad over that. By the way she’s been acting, maybe you said something to upset her?”

Feitan kept thinking. “Called her idiot, but never got upset with that before.”

He hummed in thought, and then it hit him.

“Called her… something different.”

Uvogin put his elbows on the table, leaning into his hands. “And what exactly did you call her?”

Feitan thought back to all the signs he should have noticed. Wearing less revealing clothes, not eating in front of him, struggling to keep up her happy face in his presence…

“Fatty.”

Uvogin physically recoiled, giving his friend a ‘holy shit’ look before hissing out a low yikes.

“That’s possibly the worst thing you could call a woman. You’ve really outdone yourself, Fei.”

Feitan groaned. “So what? Called her fat, not like it’s untrue.”

Uvogin sighed. “Buddy, it doesn’t matter. Have you commented on her appearance before that?”

“… no? Why matter?”

Uvogin clicked his tongue. “It matters because she probably didn’t think you cared what she looked like, and after you called her that it solidified in her mind that you see her as fat. Probably made her think that’s all you see her as.”

Feitan scrunched his eyebrows together. “But I don’t?”

“Yeah but she can’t read your mind, Fei. Why don’t you try talking to her about it?”

Feitan made an uncomfortable sound, tapping on the table nervously. He didn’t want her to know that he cared about her, even if slightly. “Don’t want to. She’ll get over it.”

With that, Feitan stood and walked to his room. “Gonna sleep. Goodnight.”

Uvogin watched the man leave, a frown on his lips.

He wasn’t an idiot, Uvogin could tell Feitan had at least some kind of affection for the girl. And from his brief time spent with (Name), he could tell this was really affecting her.

‘Guess I’ll have to be a villain in this story. You’ll thank me for it later, Fei.’

——————

“How long will you be staying?” (Name) asked as she placed a stack of pancakes in front of the large man. Uvogin stabbed the top pancake and shoved it into his mouth, chewing for a moment before answering.

“About two days. My ride will be here either Wednesday or Thursday. Depends on how fast he finishes his job.”

Feitan hummed. “Nobunaga?”

Uvogin nodded in response.

“Figured.”

After breakfast, Uvogin and Feitan followed (Name) outside. She had requested the two help with her work, neither able to complain. After all, she was feeding and housing them, did they have the right to?

“Feitan, how are your arms feeling?”

He replied by making his hands into fists, only grimacing slightly. “Can move hands now.”

(Name) gasped, patting his back. “Oh wow, that was quick! You can pick up fruit and drop them into this basket! That way, you don’t need to lift your arms!”

She demonstrated by squatting down and picking up a fallen apple and dropping it into the basket.

He only grumbled at her touch, moving away. Feitan didn’t want to admit to her that he had gained movement in his hand because he had gotten angry Uvogin was leering at her, so he remained silent.

(Name) ignored his attitude, moving onto Uvogin.

“You task is catching some fish for dinner. There’s a fishing pole I-“

“I won’t be needing a pole, sweetheart.”

(Name) followed Uvogin to the river, Feitan only able to watch as he picked up apples. “I’ll be back and forth. I like to use the river water when watering my garden.”

In her hands was a large, elephant shaped watering can. It was cute, something Feitan could picture her using.

She seemed to like the softer things in life, like stuffed animals, magical girl anime, and romance novels. These were all things he’d noticed during his observations.

During the few times he’d entered her room while she was sleeping(to wake her up of course, definitely not to watch her sleep), he’d seen at least a dozen plushies littering her bed, and anime posters taped to her walls.

Her interests were endearing, and he hated how cute he found it. He hated that he LIKED when she’d ramble out her newest interest as she washed his hair.

(Name) was carrying the now full watering can with both hands, the weight of it causing her to groan. Before Feitan could (grumpily) offer his help, Uvogin appeared next to her and grabbed it from her hands.

“I got this, beautiful. Why don’t you rest your pretty little head?”

(Name) blushed at the compliment, quickly hurrying inside. Feitan gave Uvogin a dirty look, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants.

She never shied away with a blush like that with him. What was it about Uvogin that made her react that way? Did she find him handsome, more handsome than HIM? Was it that he was taller, more muscular?

Feitan shook those thoughts from his head.

‘Don’t care. Don’t care what she thinks at all. Just a stupid girl.’

Uvogin wasn’t used to being able to see Feitan’s entire face. Now, he could see every subtle emotion cross over his friends face. Jealousy, self consciousness, embarrassment. Most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on this, but Uvogin knew Feitan better than most.

That meant his plan was working.

The large man had decided that if he wouldn’t admit to his feelings or talk with (Name), he’s flirt with her until Feitan had no choice but to act. After all, they were thieves, and were very possessive of what they viewed as THEIRS.

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Around lunch time, (Name) exited the house carrying a tray of sandwiches and drinks. “Hey boys, I made lunch!”

She settled the tray onto the table on her porch, waiting for the two to arrive. Feitan was the first one to walk up, plopping down onto the cushioned chair with a huff.

“Lemonade?”

(Name) nodded, setting his food and drink in front of him. “Yep! Made just how you like it?”

Oh. She’d made it with his taste in mind. Feitan sipped on his lemonade as Uvogin plopped down next to him.

“This is delicious. You know, you’d make a good wife (Name).”

(Name) waved her hand dismissively as her cheeks heated up. “Oh no, I don’t think I’m fit to be a wife. Men have never really been interested in me.”

Uvogin raised an eyebrow as his eyes dragged down her figure and back up to her pretty face. “I don’t see why, you’re easy on the eyes.”

Feitan could tell (Name) wasn’t used to this type of attention by the way she quickly covered her face and ran away. It was confusing to him too, had no one ever told her that she was attractive before? Was it not glaringly obvious?

“Ain’t she just a cutie? I might just have to snatch her up when I leave.”

Feitan sends him a dirty look, gritting his teeth. “No. Need her assistance.”

Uvogin hums. “Ah I see. I won’t take her then.”

Feitan visibly relaxed when he stated this, but Uvogin leaned forward, meeting Feitan’s eyes as a wicked grin spread across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind me just fucking her then, right?”

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(Name) jumped at the sound of something crashing on her porch. She left the jars she’d been cleaning in the sink as she raced out the door to see what the commotion was.

Feitan stood over Uvogin, his umbrella pressed against the man’s throat.

“You push your luck,” feitan said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed and angry.

Uvogin didn’t seem fazed at all, he even looked… excited.

“If I knew all it would take is a little teasing to get you so riled up, I would’ve done so long ago.”

The man easily pushed the umbrella away and jumped into a standing position. He leaned down to whisper something in Feitan’s ear (Name) couldn’t hear, but the shorter man’s enraged expression relaxed slightly, his uneven breathing slowing down.

He grunted in response, shrugging the man off and walking past (Name). Feitan began walking alongside the river, kicking rocks as he disappeared from view.

(Name) turned to Uvogin, perplexed on how Feitan was able to take down such a large man so easily. “… what happened?”

Uvogin shrugged, leaning against the porch railing as he continued eating his 3rd sandwich.

“Just some teasing. Fei’s a bit on the dense side, so I’m just helping him out.”

(Name) didn’t understand how teasing would help him figure out anything, but didn’t question it. It wasn’t her business, but a part of her worried for Feitan. He’d been in an even worse mood than usual.

“Well… go easy on him. He’s…” she stopped before she could call feitan her friend.

“He’s sensitive.”

Uvogin noticed this. It wasn’t often that people stuck up for his unsocial friend, the last time he could remember being in childhood.

(Name) grabbed a sandwich and took a big bite before stepping off the porch and running down the riverside.

Uvogin watched, smirking to himself.

‘Boss will be happy to know Feitan is in good hands after all. She might just be the one.’

He looked down to her half eaten sandwich.

“Can’t let this go to waste.”

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(Name) jogged along the rocky terrain until she could see Feitan’s silhouette sitting with his feet in the cold water.

Feitan spared her a glance before continuing to stare into the water, his hands gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey. You doing alright?”

(Name) plopped down beside him and pulled her knees to her chest, joining him in staring at the flowing river.

“… yes.”

(Name) thought about the what to do next for a moment, weighing her options. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair ticking his cheek.

“You’re a bad liar.”

The man didn’t know how to react, his shoulders stiffening to the point she could feel the tension. He didn’t yell or shy away from her touch, staying silent next to her.

(Name) stayed like that for a few more seconds before pulling away and standing up, offering him her hand.

“Come on. I’m gonna show you something cool.”

He looked from her face to her hand, before hesitantly taking it.

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(Name) led him by the hand further down the river. Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, his hand in hers didn’t bother him, much to his chagrin.

The pads of her fingers rubbed against the back of his hand gently, causing him to tighten his grip. The feeling of her soft, unscarred palm against his calloused one was a nice contrast.

He let himself enjoy the feeling of comfort, silently following her like a loyal dog.

“Just a little further. I think you’ll really like it!”

Their journey continued for a few more minutes before (Name) let go of his hand, jogging toward a forest tree line. Feitan looked down at his hand, the warmth (Name) had provided slowly fading away. He rushed toward suddenly, grabbing her hand again before his mind could stop him.

(Name) continued jogging, only looking back for a second to give him a confused smile.

The two entered the forest, (Name) leading him between trees and over a small stream before she finally stopped.

“Here we are.”

Feitan stepped forward, not daring to let go of her hand as he took in the sight before him.

Wisteria trees created a circle, the center holding a small shack. It had a tinfoil roof and solid wooden walls.

“This is my hideout! I come here when my family visits and I need a break.”

She let go of his hand after giving it a gentle squeeze, opening the door to the shack. “Come on in!”

There was enough room for the two to stand inside comfortably, a few pillows on the ground serving as cushioning. There we a bookshelf full of manga and fantasy novels, the girl pulling a few off the shelf and stuffing them into her bag.

“My parents send me manga and books every month. They have a friend that works at a library so whenever they retire old books they’re sent my way. Is there any that interest you?”

Feitan crouched down next to her, perusing the collection of manga. It wasn’t much, only having a few different series, but Feitan spotted something he’d read before.

It was a dark sci-fi, a manga Chrollo had gifted him after they’d raided an abandoned library.

“This manga doesn’t have a lot of dialogue. I think you’ll like it, Feitan.”

Feitan pulled the first two volumes out of their place, flipping through the pages before nodding. “This one.”

(Name) grinned, stuffing them into her bag. “Alright, anything else?”

He picked a random romance manga, feeling drawn to it for some reason. After filling her bag, the girl sat on the cushion and pushed her hair out of her face.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Why you ask?”

(Name) poked her lip out in a pout. “Hey, at least answer my question before asking one of your own.”

A ghost of a smile graced his lips. “I’m… okay. Tired.”

She nodded, lying on her back. “Yeah. Uvogin said he was teasing you earlier.”

Feitan scowled. What all did that oaf tell her?

“Really? That all? Didn’t try anything else?”

“No, just ate your sandwich.”

He grumbled at that, crossing his legs. “Always does that.”

(Name) giggled. “You two must be good friends. He seems to care about you a lot.”

Feitan glanced at her, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head. “Yeah. Could say that.”

(Name) didn’t ask anymore questions, instead deciding to chat about his recovery and show him her favorite manga. He didn’t reply much, but he was way less hostile.

An hour passed, the two now quiet. (Name) suddenly stretched, standing up and offering her hand once again.

“Let’s head back, I need to get started on dinner or Uvogin will eat my chickens again.”

Feitan snickered, allowing her to pull him to his feet. His hand remained in hers the entire way back, the man only letting go when the house was in sight.

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“Oh wow!”

(Name) peered over the edge of the bucket, several fish staring right back out her. “How many did you catch?”

“13. Already ate some though, so there’s 9 left.”

(Name) didn’t question him on how he ate the fish, instead getting to work descaling and deboning them.

Feitan watched in mild surprise as she worked. He hadn’t expected a soft girl like her to be able to kill an animal and skin it without so much as a squeal.

“Wow pretty lady, you’re good with your hands. How many times have you done this?”

Uvogin sat at the counter, Feitan next to him. They had been watching her work quietly, following every movement she made with curious eyes.

“Oh, I’m the oldest child of a family of six. For a while my family didn’t have much money, so we relied on fishing and hunting to feed ourselves. My momma had her work cut out for her raising my youngest sister, so I ended being the one to clean up any game my dad would bring home.”

She placed the cleaned and battered fillets into a skillet, the sound of them frying echoing through the kitchen. “Although, they’re not my real family, I still love them a lot.”

“Real family? So you’re not their kid?” Uvogin asked, curious. (Name) nodded.

“Yeah, I was adopted when I was four years old. My mom and dad used to participate in an organization called “Bakers for the Broken”. They’d bake bread and pastries and hand them out the homeless kids where I came from. I think the place was called…”

She dropped another fillet into the skillet, humming in thought.

“Oh! It was called Meteor City. Apparently that’s where I was born.”

The two made eye contact, their expressions softening ever so slightly.

“Meteor City, huh? You remember anything about it?”

(Name) paused, her hand instinctively moving towards the left side of her lower back.

“No, not really. Mom and Dad found me wandering around, wearing nothing but an oversized tshirt and shorts. I kept saying that ‘they’re coming for me’. I can’t remember who they are or what they did to me, but apparently it was too awful to tell me, even as an adult.”

She lifted up the back of her shirt, showing a small scar. It was a simple star, with an eye in the middle.

“Apparently they were human traffickers. They cut this into my skin to brand me as their merchandise.”

Feitan’s eyes bore into the mark, his grip on the table tightening. Uvogin wasn’t doing much better.

The memories of their deceased childhood friend flooded their mind. Would (Name) have suffered a similar fate if she hadn’t been saved by her parents?

“I’m getting the mark removed this winter. It’s for the best, considering they could still be looking for me.”

(Name) pulled her shirt back down, taking the finished fish fillets out of the pan and onto a piece of paper towel.

“Sorry, that was a lot to dump on you two. Sometimes when I start talking I just can’t stop.”

She turned to the two, her eyes widening.

They were angry, but she could tell it wasn’t at her. Feitan stood up and approached her, grabbing her wrist. “No. Don’t say sorry. Didn’t deserve that.”

She slipped her hand into his, smiling down at him. “Thanks. I don’t know if I have the right to be upset, since I can’t remember it. There’s a lot of people out there that aren’t so lucky.”

Feitan looked away, squeezing her hand before letting go.

There seemed to be an unsaid agreement between the two. This girl wasn’t their enemy, and although Feitan would continue to be guarded, just knowing she was raised in meteor city created an almost kinship with her in his and Uvogin’s heart.

She may not remember the city, but it would always live on within her. The residents of the dumping city never truly left, their nonexistent birth certificates being the only evidence they’d ever been abandoned there.

Feitan wondered how she’d react to knowing him, Chrollo, and Uvogin hailed from the same city. Uvogin didn’t mention it, so decided to keep quiet on the information as well.

Dinner was more peaceful than usual, Feitan gladly taking dessert this time. (Name) and Uvogin chatted as she fed him his dessert, the air relaxed.

(Name) actually ate with the two this time, laughing at Uvogin’s jokes and poking Feitan’s cheek when he groaned at her puns. He only narrowed his eyes and frowned, when before he would have lashed out with his teeth or words.

She was the first to head to bed, her eyes sleepy. Feitan watched her leave, knowing that Uvogin would want to speak alone.

“So she’s from Meteor City. Ain’t that crazy?”

The large man tossed another pastry into his mouth, his eyebrows drawn together in thought.

“Isn’t unusual for kids to be taken. Must of wandered from residential area.” Feitan stated, staring at her closed door. There was still some residual anger that bubbled in his stomach. What had happened to her, and who had left that mark on her soft skin?

“I got a picture of the mark. When I get into town I’ll send it to the boss. He’ll want to make sure the organization isn’t still active and hunting in that old dump.”

Feitan nodded. He couldn’t stop thinking about her sad expression. Was she telling the complete truth when she said she didn’t remember anything? He wouldn’t press on that, Feitan knew better than most that some memories were better left buried in the dirt.

“He might want to meet her. Pakunoda could be able to see into her memories and get more details about the people that took her.” Uvogin cleared his throat.

“Maybe. This girl more useful than first thought.”

Uvogin shook his head. “Oh stop beating around the bush. You’re interested in that girl aren’t you?”

Feitan paused, his expression unreadable. “Interested? In what way?”

Uvogin groaned, his chair squeaking loudly as he leaned back. “You like her. It’s so obvious that it’s annoying. Every time I flirt with her you look at me like you’ll actually kill me.”

Feitan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t feel that way.”

The larger man rolled his eyes, pushing back his long hair. “Whatever you say, man. Just try to be nicer to her, huh? Seems like she wants to be your friend.”

The black haired man looked up at that, his eyes widening ever so slightly. “Friends? Why?”

Uvogin shrugged. “Dunno, if we hadn’t been friends for years I wouldn’t be able to stand your cranky ass.”

Feitan glanced back at her door, his heart beating faster. He hadn’t made a new friend in years. Sure he met new spiders and wasn’t hostile towards them, but he wouldn’t call them friends.

“I’m leaving early tomorrow. My job here is done.”

Feitan raised an eyebrow at this. “Your job?”

Uvogin pressed a finger to his lips. “That’s a secret, Fei. I’m going to bed.”

Feitan rolled his eyes and left, closing his bedroom door behind him. As he slipped under his covers, he wondered if (Name) would really ever consider him a friend…

Or maybe even something more.

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yujipg · 2 years ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧︱ YANG JUNGWON [정원] HCS — him as your gamer bf.

fluff (wow 😲😲😲 me writing pure fluff for the first time? we all cheered!) contains slight swears & terms of endearment, jw’s a dork tbh. read until the end for a small surprise!

gamer!bf jungwon would share his earphones with you on the way to school.

he’d play songs that remind him of you and always make sure that his hands hold yours tightly because it puts him at ease ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

personally i don’t think he’s a big fan of pda, he’s the subtle type bc he wants to be careful as to not make you uncomfortable especially in public

more under the cut!

although, jungwon is surprisingly kinda clingy especially when it’s just the two of you!! (っ◞‸◟c)

he doesn’t want to admit it because he thinks its dumb, but when you two are in private he’d lean on your shoulder a lot.

when you’re around and he’s playing a few rounds in valorant, jungwon makes sure that his games end quickly so he could make time for you

coffee!!! dates!!!! Σ(￣□￣)！

jungwon also doesn’t use terms of endearment much because he finds it awkward using it on you! he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to use them on you but he’s just so used to calling you “bro” or something like that (*」>д<)」──

“i love you man” “aw i love you too!”

awkwardly cute but he has good intentions

would teach you how to play games at first, so he’d have someone to play with if his friends are off :(((

you’d apologize a lot when you end up messing up / not understanding the instructions at first but jungwon would console you

“shh, don’t worry. it’s alright to mess up, you’re actually doing pretty good! take your time, i’m going to carry you anyway.” ♡

would brag about you to his friends with no shame 🥱🥱🥱

“oh yeah, did you know my s/o literally aims better than sunghoon in valorant? plus it was their first time too!” // “shut up jungwon!”

has multiple albums of you on his phone

puts a polaroid of you behind his phone case (bought a clear one on purpose so he’d look at it every night before going to sleep (*´ω｀*)

overall, gamer!bf jungwon is veeerry. cute. hehe.

❃.✮:▹ GAMER JUNGWON SHENANIGANS!

𓆩♡𓆪 — a small lil drabble for you guys! ;>

“hey, i finished my game,” jungwon announces proudly, plopping right next to you. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and gives a quick peck on your cheek. “i hope it didn’t take too long. missed you, a lot.”

chuckling, you lay your head on his shoulder. “i missed you too, my love. don’t you think you just played for such a short time? you must be bored,” you remark.

jungwon raises an eyebrow. “oh please, i wouldn’t want to be too occupied. plus, you always come first before my games. it’d be rude of me to ignore you… dear.”

there’s a short moment of silence.

“uh,” jungwon clears his throat, “ahem. i’m sorry. i don’t know if that sounded natural… i really don’t know how to use terms of endearment. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfo–”

you break into giggles due to your boyfriend’s awkwardly cute intentions. “jungwon… you’re my boyfriend. you don’t have to force yourself to use those terms if you don’t want to. plus, you sounded very natural. i’m proud of ya.”

“but like, wouldn’t it be weird if i still called you stuff like “bro, man, dude” in a relationship?” jungwon rubs his neck, chuckling. “it’s not like i didn’t want to call you those terms, i.. i’m just not used to it.

but like, you still are my dearest — my love. all that lovey dovey shit.”

“please, jungwon, you’re cracking me up.”

“hey! not even an “i love you?” hmph.”

“are you seriously sulking right now?”

“whatever. i am so, so, so beating you at mario kart!”

“dude, shut up. you can’t even beat me at cooking mama.”

“oh really? that’s going to change today!”

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happilysmythe · 6 months ago

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❥ 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙮

trent frederic.

word count: 2.7k

no warnings

"i'm missing half of me, when we're apart" — one direction

A/N: as requested by the lovely @ahockeywrites — trent frederic fluff where he gets teased by the guys for liking lil' miss reader <3

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“If you don’t tell her, I will,” Jeremy’s voice nearly echoed as he shouted across the locker room.

Trent’s eyes rolled in a weak attempt to hide his embarrassment—although the guys knew him pretty well, he had to uphold some sort of reputation—but deep down, he knew the brunette goaltender was right. It was only a matter of time before he lost his chance; time was ticking.

Did he really want to confess that what he felt for his closest friend was more than platonic? Not particularly. But there was a chance it’d work out in the end—that she’d maybe feel the same. Hell, the guys had been telling him so for years. And on top of everything, he felt like he owed it to her.

To you.

“Jesus, shut up,” he untied a skate, “you don’t have to announce it to the world.”

“Come on, Fred,” Brandon, the notably tall defenseman urged, walking in as he adjusted his equipment. “Grow a pair, won’t ya?” He gave the sitting Trent a nudge as he walked by and over to his stall to undress.

“And you guys expect me to listen to you?”

Trent stood up—trying to avoid the conversation altogether—and began to gather his things. He was going to the airport the next morning to pick you up—he’d already heard his share about that from the guys—so he needed to be home as soon as possible. He didn’t particularly feel like greeting you with a headache and a lack of sleep. It would be pretty rude of him, he thought.

For some odd reason, the beloved goaltender was feeling particularly pesky that night. “Right, right—you’ve gotta get home and get your beauty sleep to see your girrrlllfriend,” he chirped.

“Are you ten years old? Grow up,” Trent rolled his eyes and slung his bag over his suited body. “And she’s not my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake.”

“Sorry, your lady friend,” Jake—who actually did have the personality of a ten-year-old—cut in. His tongue was between his teeth as he grinned damn near like the Cheshire Cat.

“Brando’s right—you need to grow a pair and tell her about how in love with her you are before one of us does. I mean, come on,” he gestured to the rest of the room, “we’re tired of hearing you deny it, dude. And believe me—you do not want me to be the one to tell her.”

Trent couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of his teammate’s remark. “Over my dead body,” he joked before leisurely walking out of the locker room.

He had no time to sit and argue when there was so much to do at his place.

He needed time to prep it for the next day’s guest: you. Without fail, you stayed with him every time you visited—it was easier than having to pay for a hotel room on top of the flight expenses, and you were pretty tight on money as it was. Of course, Trent’s hospitality never went unnoticed. You’d always pay for food, dinners, and sometimes even buy him something if you went out—whatever it was that showed your gratefulness.

He didn’t have any roommates or even a girlfriend, and if he did you likely wouldn’t be able to stay, so you were thankful for that, too. Maybe there was an underlying reason, but you wouldn’t admit that.

And though he didn’t show it to the guys, he just couldn’t wait to see you.

- - -

It wasn’t your fault that you almost missed your flight. To be fair, traffic was a lot worse than you anticipated, but maybe you should’ve accounted for that.

Okay, so maybe it was sort of your fault.

Luckily for you, you knew your way around the airport better than anyone you knew, seeing as this would be just one of many flights you’d take this year, and certainly not the last. So it was safe to say that you managed to slip on the plane without any trouble.

Of course, it was all worth it—Trent’s beaming face greeting you was enough to back the claim. And when he pulled you into one of his infamous warm hugs, you remembered why all of the stress was worth it. He was a sweetheart—your best friend—and he made every trip to Boston, every penny you spent worthwhile. The cost of flying back and forth so frequently was another pretty good motivator, on top of that.

“I missed you,” you smiled brightly, eyes fixed on his face—maybe lingering on his lips for a bit longer than they should’ve.

“I missed you, too.”

He led you out of Logan airport—which you’d also grown accustomed to—and to his car, where he stuffed your bags into the trunk and hopped in alongside you.

“My place was a total mess last night,” he laughed, starting up the ignition, “I probably spent, like, at least two hours cleaning it when I got back.”

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” you giggled. “I’ve stayed there so many times that it’s like a second house of mine. Honestly, I wouldn’t care either way. It’s still too nice of you to let me stay there even now, no matter how many times I come here.”

“Need to be a good host.”

As you looked out the window, you admired the scenery—it had been longer than usual since the last time you visited. Money was getting tighter for you, harder to spend on these little trips. Of course, Trent tried to convince you again to let him pay the fares, but you wouldn’t let him—even though he made two million dollars a year.

You turned the other way to look at Trent—clad in a gray shirt and brown pants—who was driving so casually, so lax, with only one hand as his elbow rested outside where the window was rolled completely down. Sunglasses perched on his nose, curls—which you noticed gained their natural red hue in the sunlight—blowing in the wind from the sunroof.

Alright, so you were attracted to him. Like, a lot. But, like him—although you didn’t know it—you were too afraid to say anything about it. What if it ruined your friendship? To you, he was all that you had. Hell, you’d even considered moving to Boston multiple times, but you didn’t tell him, even though there were plenty of viable reasons—the WAGs, who you’d made friends with, the guys, and the familiar faces and places that you’d grown to love.

St. Louis didn’t feel all that great anymore without him there.

Trent took a breath and turned down the music, “Can I ask you something?”

“Hit me.”

“Do you ever get,” he sighed, “—do the girls ever…heckle you about me?”

“What, like, tease?”

He shrugged, “Yeah.”

“Not really,” you replied with confusion lacing your tone. “I mean, I guess they’ve made a few comments about how close we are, but,” you swallowed, “why?”

“It’s just, uh—nothing. Never mind.”

“Okay.”

You let silence prevail in the small space of his car. The music remained at its low volume and the only other noise filling the air was the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows.

You weren’t sure what he was really doing with the question—you even tried to figure it out. Brows furrowed, you stared forward until something finally hit you, giving you just enough of an idea to piece together what you thought was what he was getting at.

So as a red light stopped the car, you lifted a hand and placed it on his shoulder, to which he initially flinched. When you noticed this, your palm gently rubbed back and forth, signifying that the gesture was out of more than just reassurance.

“I don’t need to be teased to know how I feel.”

Within a split second, he was looking at you—only for just a moment—and even with his sunglasses on, you could make out the surprise in his expression. The good kind, of course—the kind that flooded his stomach with butterflies. Relief visibly set into his features as he slowly faced back forward.

But he remained silent.

“How’s everyone doing?” you finally broke the quiet, changing the subject. You’d hold that stuff off until later, you decided. “I’ve missed them, too.”

“God, you should hear the way Beech talks about you,” he finally gave a smile.

You gasped, “Oh, Johnny! I haven’t seen him in even longer because he wasn’t up in Boston last time!” You’d befriended the rookie center months earlier—he was just a total sweetheart. “I can’t wait to see him. Oh, and Esme, Kiley, Danielle—shit, all of the girls! I can’t wait to see them, too.”

Trent held his smile as you rambled on about the friends you’d made since the year he was a rookie, seeing how something as simple as that was able to make you so happy—it made him proud to have introduced you to that life.

“But I missed you the most, you know,” you spoke softly. The words brought a pink hue to his freckled cheeks, and his flustered reaction was so blatant to you—by now, you’d begun to notice every little thing about him.

Saved by the bell—sort of—as he pulled into the parking garage and grabbed his spot. It was with near-lightning speed that he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out.

“Alright, so,” he opened the trunk, “we can split your things. I can take the small bags and you can take the suitcase. Or I’ll do that and you can have the smaller ones. Maybe that’s easier for you.”

“Trent, what do we do every time?”

He sighed, “You take everything…”

“And will that change?”

“…No.”

“Bingo,” you slugged his arm and collected your things, lifting the suitcase up and out to set it on the ground and slinging the bags across your body. “Come on,” you smiled, “I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with the place.”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “I cleaned it. I didn’t renovate it, for crying out loud.”

You walked into the lobby, then the elevator, and pressed the button. “You know, I could very well make this the last time I visit this city. I have plenty of friends and family back home to see.” Of course, that wasn’t true—which he didn’t know—but you were only joking, anyhow.

“Like hell, you would,” he scrunched his nose. “You love it here. Admit it.”

“Well, I love,” you paused, “—um,” you cleared your throat.

“—yeah, I love it…here.”

You jumped when the elevator dinged and opened to his floor. Trent took this as a sign and pressed a hand to your back to urge you out, muttering a quiet “come on” as you walked down the hallway to his door.

Once inside, you regained your composure and admired the space around you. “Just like it always was,” you giggled.

“Like I said, I didn’t renovate it,” he matched your laugh. “Honestly, I wanted it to be like you never left.”

“Feels like that anyway,” you marveled before tossing your bags into the room you practically called yours. Trent never gave the space to anyone else after the first few times you stayed, unbeknownst to you—it felt so much like your room that he never had the heart to let another occupy it. So he didn’t and even told every potential guest that he didn’t have a spare room.

You sat on the edge of the bed and he plopped down next to you. Before you knew it, you were basking in the warmth that—once again—being in his proximity gave you. Only this time, you were unaware that he’d been silently taking note of your behavior since he picked you up.

The hesitation, the lingering gazes, the way you’d often cut yourself off before you could let yourself admit something that you never could take back—and especially the comment you made about knowing how you felt earlier in his car.

So he knew what he had to do—just as Jake, as Jeremy, as Brandon, and as everyone told him to.

Your eyes darted down to the space between you when his hand reached for yours—lacing your fingers with his—and held it. You’d always known his hands were big, but you couldn’t help but notice how nicely the size contrasted your smaller one, enveloping it so perfectly. But he held it so gently—so lovingly—and you didn’t want him to let go.

“I don’t need to get teased either,” he finally mumbled. His voice was so soft that your stomach filled with butterflies, and you couldn’t help but feel a smile prick at the corners of your lips. “I didn’t need to years ago,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “and I especially don’t need to now.”

He took a breath and inched closer. “And if you’ll let me,” his warm, brown eyes flitted down to your lips before returning to yours, “I want to prove it.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you whispered back.

He brought his free hand to the side of your head and pulled you into a kiss that was long overdue. It wasn’t rushed, but instead slow—loving and kind, just as he always was to you—and gentle, so gentle that you instantly smiled against his lips. He dropped your hand and wrapped the arm around your waist to pull you closer, craning his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

He hummed against your lips softly out of happiness, and you finally pulled back to look up at him. He was smiling down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he was, from the freckles on his cheeks to his soft, brown eyes—even the cutest little set of teeth on display—and his thumb gently stroked your cheek.

“I wanted to move to Boston,” you finally admitted in a whisper, bringing a look of what you guessed was surprise to his face. “I love being here, I love my friends, the places, everything. And I love being with you,” you swallowed. “St. Louis doesn’t feel like home anymore without you.”

“Yeah, well,” he spoke, cheeks dusted pink, “it doesn’t here, either.” His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Normally, this is just my apartment or my place. Somewhere I stay for the season. But when you’re here…” he trailed off, “—it’s home.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and he carefully leaned over to kiss it away. “And if you’re willing,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I want it to be yours, too.”

A soft gasp left your lips at his offer, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “Trent, are—are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yeah—uh, yeah—I am.” He swallowed and waited for your reply, nervous about what you’d say. “But if you don’t want to, I totally get it—”

Your lips quickly cut him off as they excitedly crashed into his in a quick kiss—eliciting a soft hum from his mouth—and afterward beaming up at him. Genuine laughter fell from your lips, which he thought was simply adorable. Adoration filled his eyes as he smiled back down at you.

“Yes,” you nodded sharply, “fuck, of course, I’ll move in with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his cheek. “I am so,” his jaw, “so,” his lips, “sure.” Soft giggles left his lips as you planted tiny kisses on his face—you loved the sound so much that you continued to do it—and his arms held you tight. So tight, yet so gentle, because you were always the person to make him so soft.

“And in the elevator before,” you called back to the moment you almost slipped up, “I said I loved everything here because I was afraid.” You breathed deeply through your nose. “And while I do,” you took his hand between both of yours, “what I really was going to say was that I love you.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you echoed. “This whole thing might have started as me visiting my best friend, but…fuck, now you’re so much more than that,” you let out a wistful sigh. “I just—I fell for you harder every time I came here.”

“I think I did, too,” he winked, and you giggled.

You fell back against the mattress and he followed, both heads turning to face the other. His smile was contagious as ever, and god, he was so beautiful.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” you asked, inching closer. He snaked an arm around your waist and comfortably pulled you into his side.

“I love you, too.”

#boston bruins #trent frederic #hockey #fanfic #boston bruins imagine #trent frederic fic #hockey fic #trent frederic imagine #trent frederic x reader

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jeanbie · 6 months ago

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SLYTHERIN! ZEKE ★ masterlist.

part of the "hogwarts" series ੈ♡‧₊˚ starting with the older characters first and going down the list <33

when zeke got his Hogwarts letter, he was confused

confused because he had no idea he was even a wizard

the very last thing he expected to find out on his 11th birthday was that his dad was a wizard, and, oh yeah, before his mom died, she was a witch, too

so he's very cautious and doubtful about going to a magical boarding school, no matter how prestigious his dad keeps saying it is

who names their school Hogwarts anyway?

i don't even think zeke is 100% aware of the house prejudices until he gets sorted into Slytherin and realises the cute girl he met on the train no longer wants to go near him

but eventually as the years progress, zeke becomes less bothered by the people who actually care about what robes you wear and house you represent

and very quickly, everybody around him seems to follow suit

for zeke gains his own reputation very fast — and not for any of the reasons anyone expected

zeke is a little bit rude and sarcastic, which reminds whoever needs reminding of his house and how he ended up being sorted in Slytherin, but he's also very adaptable and enjoyable to be around, which is probably how everybody knows him, if not by face then almost certainly by name

he's theeee Hogwarts gossip; he knows everything about everyone and knows how to connect you to the people you need

want some magic mushrooms from Hufflepuff but got no friends in that house? dw, zeke knows a guy, and all you gotta do in return is tell zeke if that rumour is true or not 👀

definitely that Slytherin who younger students want to turn to for help or support

zeke has lost count how many times he's been forcibly dragged into petty arguments by the younger kids (although he loves the drama)

he's also that student who looks sooo much older than everybody else, which kind of automatically makes him an eccentric big brother figure to so many Slytherins

zeke doesn't give a single flying fuck about quidditch or other sports at Hogwarts, but you can guarantee he'll be up for a mean game of wizards chess against any student who dares ask

he's not even good at chess either — he always loses, especially against some of the major competitors in his year at Hogwarts like erwin or yelena

i don't believe he had a pet going to Hogwarts because his dad was like "i dont trust you" but later on when his lil brother gets a pet for his first year (not fair btw) zeke gets theeeee ugliest fattest toad possible just to spite everyone

but his frog kind of hates being essentially imprisoned in the Slytherin dungeons and so zeke ends up losing him somewhere

(one day he swims past the stained glass windows with the merpeople and zeke's just like…ok good for u)

his best class is actually ancient runes, though he's pretty good at muggle studies since his stepmom is a muggle and he was pretty much raised by her after his mama died and grisha got with carla a few yrs later

his patronus is a manx cat, though he kind of wanted a monkey since they're his favourite animals

when someone in Gryffindor puts up posters for a debate club, zeke is the first one there, stirring up drama and giving his thoughts

despite having his own very deep rooted opinions, zeke prefers to start an argument and let everybody else fight it

he never wears his robes correctly and is always being told off for having his shirt untucked or collar undone

and even though he cares very little for quidditch, you can guarantee that zeke has somehow acquired a quidditch jumper just because they look good

is the number 1 umbridge irritator — if the weasley twins aren't giving her more grey hairs, then zeke is

he is a yapper and cannot shut up or back down from an argument, even if he doesn't even believe in the point he's arguing for

his least favourite subject is charms, but simply because it's boring and always drags on before the end of their classes for the day

he must ALWAYS read the daily prophet whilst having breakfast

once both he and eren received a joint howler once that zeke deliberately didn't open for weeks and weeks until he forgot about it and it opened itself in the middle of the night

he's probably that student who calls the professors by their first names and despite getting endless detentions, he just doesn't stop

contrary to popular belief, zeke loves the library at Hogwarts but why tf is it so dark? he's forever falling asleep in there and has to be woken up by the librarian or one of the many ghosts

has no idea what he wants to do once Hogwarts is over — he feels like there's three jobs for wizards and none of them appeal to him, but he's got a while to figure it out yet, bless him

#zeke yeager #zeke yeager imagine #zeke yeager headcanons #zeke jaeger #attack on titan #aot #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot imagine #snk imagine #aot zeke #aot zeke imagine #slytherin #slytherin au #aot hp au #jeanbie #i dont support jk rowling she sucks dirty ass

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oreharuuu · 2 years ago

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éta ritual (6)

Summary: Your apartment's finally cleaned, thanks to Yunho and Mingi. But the stress of university, work, Jieun, and being away from your family took a bit of a toll on you.

Warnings: a lil bit of angst, description of being burnt out, woo and san being a perv, watching without consent

A/N: I lied :) I felt bad ignoring this series so i made a new chapter lol, it's more of a filler with fluff and angst. A lil bit of plot here and there. Anyways, happy reading! P.S. chat me if you'd like to be put in my PERMANENT tag list for every work I've done!

Taglist: @starillusion13

You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, drying your hair as you walked towards the fridge to grab one of the manh drinks Yunho decided to buy for you.

After cleaning everything up, you all decided to order in food since you're all tired. You're surprised when Yunho, who went to kitchen to grab water, stormed in with a clap before smiling. "Let's go grocery shopping!"

"Why, hyung?"

"She has nothing but bottled water, butter, and an opened can of cola inside her fridge," Yunho deadpanned, eyes moving to you as you looked away sheepishly.

"(Name)! How did you even survive?" Mingi asked astonished, which made you glare at him. "Hey! I'm a university student, does it ring a bell that I might have to not spend my money too much?"

Their gaze turned into pity, Mingi dragging you outside of your apartment as you squeaked in surprise. "Hey! What are you—"

"We're gonna buy you food, duh."

"What?! No way, I'm not letting you—"

"Hey," Yunho said as he closed the door, gently grabbing your shoulders. "Think of it as a treat, yeah? Me and Mingi also need a few stuff, maybe we'll buy food and eat."

You continued to glare at the tall man, swatting Mingi as he quietly chuckles at how you have to crane your head to meet his gaze.

"I just feel bad spending your money—"

"Don't worry," Mingi answered. "He's like, rich rich rich, old money basically. So it's not gonna put a dent in his wallet."

"It's about the morality—"

"Oh shush," Yunho cups his hand on your mouth. "Mingi's right. It's my treat, it's rude to decline a helpful offer, no?"

You pursed your lips, crossing your arms before nodding. "Fine, but! I usually have a budget for shopping, so it's still being used."

Yunho shrugged, "Fine by me."

In the end, you did go over budget, no thanks to Mingi and Yunho sneakily adding more items to your cart. Then while paying, Mingi discreetly asked you to help him pick out a new shirt that fits him, making Yunho paid for everything.

You sighed, popping open a new cola before turning on your laptop for background noise. You took a sip, laid down on your bed, and just stared blankly at the wall for you don't know how long.

Work was normal, Mark was also acting normal since you've last met him. University was still shit, Hyein was also busy but she's an angel of course; texting you every now and then with new gossip or just ranting about her project.

San, Mingi and Yunho were all great friends. Mingi and Yunho chatted you everyday to ask for updates or to talk about random things. San, although busy with work, still made time for you to eat dinner together or just binge watch shitty movies.

But with all of that...you still felt alone.

Maybe it's your mind playing tricks, but you felt only emptiness after Mingi and Yunho came by to help you. Going to university only filled the emptiness for a while, you realized that it's only because it took your mind away to actually think about assignments and group projects.

You sighed, glancing at your phone before grabbing it. Scrolling through contact numbers before stopping at one. You grabbed your blanket, quickly covering yourself from head to toe, the sounds from your laptop a bit muffled as you pressed call.

You bit your lips hard enough as the call ring, holding your breath as the person answers after a few seconds of silence.

"Hello? (Name)?"

"Hi, mom."

"Oh, my baby! How are you doing?" Your mom cooed happily at you, realizing that you called her whilst she's washing the dishes.

"It's...fine," You lied. "Just realized I haven't called you in a long time."

"Aww, well I know you're working very hard so I'm fine with you not calling if it means you can graduate with good scores."

You laugh, wiping away some of the tears building up in your eyes as you sighed. "How are you, mom? Anything new there?"

"Same old, same old," She answers. "Your dad met a new friend he could talk about golf, which is making me so happy because I don't understand any if it."

You hum, drawing invisible shapes on your sheets as you continued. "How's Taemin? And Jongin?"

Your mom groaned, making you giggle slightly. "Those boys will be the death of me. They've joined a new dance class since the last class they caused such a ruckus that they got kicked out."

Your eyes widen at the new information. "Wow, what did they do?"

"Let's just say they ruined a teacher's hair with dye because said teacher was being an asshole," Your mother hums.

"Sound about like them," You smiled.

You and your mom talked more, her updating you on the newest gossips around the neighborhood, making you miss your home more than ever. You sniffed a bit too loudly, making your mom pause.

"Honey? Are you crying?"

Seems like those words were your final straw before a loud sob came out of you. "Mom. I'm tired."

"Oh, (name)," Your mom sighed. "Is that why you called? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I just miss home and I feel burnt out."

"Because of everything?"

You hum, wiping away the tears on your sheets as you didn't notice the shadow looming over you.

"Aish, it happens to everyone. Why are you worried?"

"I don't know," You answered. "I feel tired. I feel empty and alone when I met some of the most wonderful people here. It's eating me up at how little I think about them, I feel bad because it sounds like I'm being selfish here."

Your mom hums, the sound of water stopping from her end. "You know, you're a bit like your dad."

"Ugh, mom. Don't say that," You groaned, making your mom giggle. She always say that you're like your dad, but there's nothing that made you feel like your dad. From looks, personality, or even attitude.

"I'm not lying. You both are such worry warts about a lot of things. And it's okay to feel like that, honey."

"What do you mean?"

"Gosh, he's gonna hate me for spilling this. But you need to know that your dad really is always worried about you being away from home. Sure, he may only send you stupid pictures of our cat—"

You can't help but snort at her words.

"—but he's alway telling me about how worried he is for your wellbeing. I thought my ears are about to be blown away at how much he talks about you. But he realize that you're a strong girl. His strong daughter."

"Mom!" You wailed loudly. "You're making me cry more!"

"Well, you need to hear this, young lady. It will pass," Your mother chided you. "I know how you're always working so hard for your future, but it's not wrong to put yourself first in certain situations. In this one, maybe you need to spare some time to have some alone time. Or maybe with your friends."

"Don't worry about the problems going on right now, you have loads of time to do that. Right now, you need to calm down, take some time off, and do whatever you want. The feelings you have right now will be gone when you have the right people besides you. Or maybe you like to be alone, just like back then in high school when—"

"Mom!" You whined. "Don't remind me of the dark days."

You can't stand your high school days, although it's not necessarily bad, there's a few things you could list from the top of your head on why senior year of high school was chaotic.

"Well, I can't help it," She laughs. "You were such an emotional human for how—"

"Mom!"

"Alright, alright. Please take care of yourself, honey?"

"I will."

"Are you? Because you usually—"

"Mom, I will do it."

She sighs loudly, a whine in her tone as she teases you. "Look at what you've done to me! Now I'm the worry wart worrying about you, that's supposed to be your dad's job."

"Sure, mom," You rolled your eyes with a smile. "I don't know when I can visit you guys, but I'll tell you when I have time."

"Oh, please come home when you can. Being the only girl here is turning my hair faster to white then before."

You laugh, coughing when feel your throat a bit dry from crying. "I will, I will."

"Say hello to Hyein and Jieun for me, will you?"

You tensed up, hearing something shift inside your room but hummed in acknowledgment and ignored the sound. "Yeah, sure. They're...a bit busy though."

"Sounds like them," Your mom commented. "Anyway, I need to pick up the boys from dance class. They'll be all pouty if I'm late for more than two minutes."

"Okay. Have a safe trip, mom."

"Bye, love you."

"Love you too, mom," You whispered, ending the call with a big sigh as you closed your eyes. The weight inside your heart was lifted, feeling like you could breath fully now after talking with your mom. She's always have been able to do that, while your dad tried a lot of times but it never fully worked. You still appreciated his efforts though.

Sitting up with the blanket still covering you, you blindly grabbed at the tissue box on your table, grabbing it before moving the blanket away when you felt something warm.

"Holy fu—"

"Hi, babe," The demon who licked you smirked, standing besides your bed as you groaned, flopping back to the bed as you looked away from him.

"Go away, I don't need you to lick me again."

"Aww, where's the fun in that?" He whined before spooning you from behind, his nose touching the back of your neck. You felt annoyed when his touch was easily welcomed by you, his presence actually soothes you as you realized how tired you are.

"I never formally introduced myself," The demon smiled against your neck, which made you huff in amusement. "Yeah, no thanks. Don't need to know that information."

"Rude. But if you must know, my name is Wooyoung. You can call me anything you want though."

"Bitch? Loser? Piece of shit?"

"I was hoping for something romantic," He huffs, sitting up as he flicked your forehead, yelping in pain as you pushed him out of your bed.

"No way! I'd rather eat with Jieun than call you pet names," You outright shivered, noting how Wooyoung's eyes seemed to darken at the mere mention of Jieun.

"Speaking of Jieun...were you crying because of her?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are swollen and red. Were you crying because of her?"

You rolled your eyes, checking in the mirror to see your eyes swollen, making you huff at how messy you looked. "Yeah, sure. You could say that."

"Don't worry, (name), I'm sure karma will get her back."

"Ugh, I don't even want to know how you know my name," You glared at him, making Wooyoung giggle lightly.

"Let's just say I've been told many things about you through an informant."

"Informant my ass," You mumbled, grabbing through tissues before blowing your nose away, looking away from Wooyoung to save yourself from the embarrassment. He huffs loudly, whining as he slumps to your back as you protest and trying to move away from him. "Yah! What are you doing?"

"You weren't paying attention to me," He pouted, nuzzling his face to your neck making you yell loudly. In a matter of seconds, numerous banging sounds could be heard from your front door.

"(Name)?! Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh, for fuck sake. Can't this day get any worse," You whine, balling up the tissue before throwing it away, groaning when it missed the trash can.

"Party pooper," Wooyoung grumbles, before pecking your cheek as he moved to stand. "Well, I guess that's it for today! See you later, (name). Oh! And don't forget—"

You hold your breath as Wooyoung leaned closer to you, eyes shutting in reflex as he chuckles lowly. "—We're always with you. We're not gonna let anyone hurt our dearest."

"What do you even mean—"

"Shush!" He playfully covers your mouth, proceeding to kiss his hand like he's kissing you. You slapped the back of his head, making him wince and whine loudly. "Meanie!"

"Go away!"

"Later, babe," He smirks before disappearing instantly, making you breath a sigh of relief.

"Hey! I heard someone inside! You better open the door or so help me I'll—"

"San! Shut up!" You yelled, making your way to the front door before opening it, San already rushing in to check every corner of the apartment. "What is going on with you?"

"I heard you yell, I got worried," He frowns before his eyes widen and quickly dashing to your bedroom, you following silently as he looks around the room with annoyance. He looks like a rabid dog just by looking everywhere around the room, nostrils flaring as he growls under his breath.

"It smells like him."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said it—" He paused, eyes squinting at your direction before slowly walking towards you, cornering you against the door.

"What? Is something wrong?"

You screech in surprise when San sniffs your neck like a rabid dog, pinching his ear hard enough to make him yell in pain. "What the fuck, San! Why are you sniffing me?"

"You smell like—Wait, why is your eyes red? It looks swollen! Have you been crying?!" He growls, cupping your face between his hands as you gently brushed his fingers against your eyes.

"It's fine, I just called my mom and my emotions just came out," You whined.

San looks at you with disbelief before he nods, glancing to his left before bringing you into a hug as he basically smothers you with his face like a cat. "I told you if you're having problems, you should come to me!"

"Sannie, I thought you were working. What am I supposed to do?"

He seemingly froze, moving his head as he hugs you tighter. "What did you call me?"

You blushed when you realized the nickname you just gave him, shaking your head rapidly. "Wait! Sorry, I didn't realize—"

"Call me that every time, please?"

"Huh?"

He purrs and moved his head back to your neck, before slowly walking backwards to your bed, lying down with him on top of you. Your jaw dropped drastically when you realize the position was far from friendly, stuttering away as you tried to comprehend what's happening right now.

"Woah, woah! What are you doing?"

"Cuddling," San smiles against your skin, humming happily to himself as you slowly relaxed, albeit your hands are stiff when you placed them against his back. "Uh huh, and why are we cuddling?"

"Because I felt like it."

You rolled your eyes, shifting slightly to a more comfortable position before settling. From the corner of your eyes you saw his eyes open slightly, a blank gaze in his eyes before he sighs loudly. "(Name), you know I care for you, right?"

"Of course, you're always helping me."

"Not just me, Yunho and Mingi are also worried for you."

You frown, subconsciously playing with San's hair as you gaze at the blank white wall of the apartment, not realizing how San seemingly tensed before relaxing with a happy sigh, slowly hugging you tighter. "What do you mean?"

"Is there something you're not telling us about Jieun?"

You stopped breathing for a moment, biting your lips as you tried to think about what to say. You haven't told him the reason for Jieun's bizarre behavior. And when you went to file a police report, you declined San's offer on accompanying you, not wanting to tell him the reason why.

"I don't want to seem pushy or anything," He starts. "I just want to help you, that's all."

"I know, Sannie," You whispered. "I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I just—the reason for all of this happening is so weird and unbelievable that I thought you might think of me as crazy."

"I'll never do that to you," San looks up, a crease forming between his eyebrows, making you smooth them with your fingers. He then proceeds to grab your hand, holding it tightly before kissing it, making you involuntarily gasp. "Please, tell me. I want to help you. I don't want you to deal with your problems alone anymore."

You laugh slightly, nodding as you agreed. After the call with your mom, you felt a little better asking someone for help. Maybe it was a bad idea to hide it and try to solve it yourself.

"Alright, I guess I'll tell you everything from the start." And you told San everything without missing any details, letting him comment here and there when he needed too.

"I saw Jieun here and there in university, but she never really stayed long enough for me to confront her. Maybe it's for the best," You tried to shrug, seeing as San made himself comfortable in your neck. "I don't really feel like acknowledging her presence after what she did.

"True," San sniffs. "But...thank you for telling me all of this."

"I needed a little push from you but I actually feel a lot better."

San smiles up to you, hugging you tighter. "Really?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Sannie."

San hums happily, nodding his head before sighing. "Your welcome."

A comfortable silence wrapped you and San, your eyes blinking slowly, trying to stay awake before gasping loudly. "Shit!"

"What? What?!"

"I forgot today's garbage day!" You hissed, standing up before running to the kitchen to grab your trash bag before slipping on some slippers. "Sorry, San! I'm going to be back in a minute!"

"You scared me," San whined loud enough for you to hear, but you only giggle at him before slipping outside, not noticing a figure exiting San's apartment, following you with slow steps before observing you from a distance.

San's smile turned from soft to an annoyed one as he threw a pillow to one of the corner in the rooms, making a yelp rang out throughout the room. "You're such a perv for watching, Woo."

"At least I didn't growl when I smelt someone else's scent in here," Wooyoung grumbled as he shows himself, walking to your closet as he hums to himself.

"And what are you doing?"

"Getting a small gift for myself," He replied. "I missed her so much, you know? Can't believe Jjong and Hwa made me go away and flirt with Jieun," Wooyoung shivered as he huffs in disgust.

"That's what you get for breaking our agreement," San smirks as he teased him. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes. "Like you all weren't foaming at the mouth to meet her alone."

He makes a triumphant sound, holding a pair of white silk panties before clutching them close. "Well, hello there."

"Don't get that one, she likes to wear them," San reminded him as he makes himself comfortable on your bed, rubbing his face and groaning at your smell.

"And you call me a perv," Wooyoung teased back before throwing the panties back, searching again before holding up a black lace panties. "How about this one?"

"It's new. I heard her calling her friend saying how uncomfortable it was after wearing it two times, so take it."

"Hmm, I'll tell Jjong about it. Maybe he'll buy new ones for her."

"Buy a cute pair of lingerie for her too," San added. "I don't think she has one. She'll look really good in any color."

"I'll tell Ssangie," Wooyoung hums happily as he stuffs them into his pockets. "Him and Jongho are annoyed that they couldn't participate as much as we can."

"Patience is key. We'll soon move to our next step of the plan anyways," San smirks as he grabbed one of your hair clips from the night stand. "How's it going with that Mark guy?"

"Not a threat so far from what Hwa said," Wooyoung replied. "Just a bit of a pussy to actually tell her how he feels. So he's not really a priority to us."

"He looks weak anyway," San chuckles at the thought of Mark protecting you from any of them, one snap of a finger from them he's dead in a second anyways.

At the sound of the front door opening, Wooyoung playfully salutes him before disappearing, San not feeling his presence in the room so he must be back to the temporary house they call home.

"Hey," You smile brightly at San, making his heart squeeze at hoe beautiful and radiant you looked. "What did I miss?"

"Oh, nothing that you need to know," He smiles innocently.

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