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ughgoaway · 9 months ago

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have you ever thought about a time when Girlie is with Annie and Matty bathing the dog and it's a warm family atmosphere? and maybe then go to the park and play as a family.

Thank you so much for the cute idea 🪐 anon!! my random thoughts below the cut as always lol <3

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anyway, yes, this is so fun to think about. I love anything with mayhem, and the image of you all trying to tackle him into the bath to give him a proper wash is so funny.

I can see Matty, mayhem, and Annie coming home from a walk, and to say they are muddy is an understatement. He calls you as they're approaching the house and tells you to prepare the bath; warning you that is officially time to bathe mayhem.

You try to avoid washing him at home as much as possible, sending him off to the groomers whenever you can. Not because you don't love him, but because he is fucking massive and it's somehow a three-man job.

Getting Annie involved was the last solution after too many disastrous attempts, but you needed an extra pair of hands. And she was the only one in the house. But Mayhem loves her so much, so she's actually a pretty good distraction.

You line the walk to the bathroom with towels and creek open the front door slowly, and your jaw drops at the sight in front of you. Mayhem is caked in mud, staring up at you with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging wildy, splashing more mud around.

Matty and Annie were both wearing welly boots, and they were also covered in mud. Annie even had some in her hair, but those two could be dealt with later. Mayhem was your current mission.

“Oh my god. Matthew, how did it get this bad?” You ask in shock, flicking your wide eyes over the three of them.

“It's not my fault. I swear. Mayhem got out of his harness and ran into a muddy puddle. Me and Annie ran after him, but the puddle turned out to be a bit deeper than we thought…” Matty says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hands, but quickly snatching them away with a grossed-out look on his face when he feels the mud in his hair.

You sigh heavily at Matty and start gently guiding mayhem in the house as Annie holds his tail to stop him from wagging it and spraying mud everywhere.

Eventually, you get Mayhem safely in the bathroom after walking very slowly the whole time. You all know from past experience that if you walk too quickly, mayhem takes it as a queue to sprint at full force through the house and rub his face on the rug in the front room.

You really tried to get the mud out last time, but it was a pointless task. Matty still claims you somehow planned it because you hated that rug. “How else did he get so muddy when it hadn't rained in weeks?” he accuses you time after time.

You deny it wholeheartedly, but you can't deny the feeling of joy you felt when you saw mayhem rubbing his whole body over it, and let's just say you definitely didn't do anything to stop it.

But you actually like the new rug you bought, so when you finally got mayhem in the bathroom this time, the three of you couldn't help but cheer as soon as the door clicked shut.

However, you forgot that any sort of excitement would hype mayhem up to no end, so as soon as he heard the cheers, he jumped on his hind legs and pounced onto Matty.

“Woah mayhem- WAIT NO-” Matty shouts.

Now, usually, Matty caught him quite well, keeping mayhem upright and balancing him perfectly on his chest. But this time, he wasn't prepared, and before you knew it, all you saw was a massive splash of water coming out of the bath as mayhem pushed both him and Matty in it.

You and Annie stood there in shock for a few seconds, but as soon as Matty sat up in the bath, covered in mud and bubbled. You all couldn't help but burst out laughing. Matty pouted, of course, but he soon realised that this kind of was the ideal way to wash mayhem. He could keep him calm as you and Annie scrubbed him.

“Right, Annie, will you grab the peanut butter for me, sweetheart? Your dad is on mayhem feeding duty today” you say, lathering up the soap between your hands as Matty uses a bowel to wet mayhem.

“Here you go, Daddy. Don't eat the peanut butter, though, mayhem licks from this one” Annie warns, holding the jar just out of Matty’s reach until he nods at her words. After she knows he heard her, she quite happily hands it over, grabbing the bowl from Matty’s hands and rinsing mayhem once more.

The four of you are all huddled either in or around the bath, scrubbing mayhem and watching the mud pour off him. Matty sits in front of him, holding the peanut butter jar in front of his face so he can happily lick inside the jar whilst you clean his paws.

“Daddy you look silly in the bath with Mayhem.” Annie giggles as she scrubs Mayhem’s head, giving him a mohawk with the bubbles that form.

“I know, i know. Will you go grab my camera for me, sweet girl? I wanna get a photo of us all” matty asks, smiling down at mayhem with too much love in his eyes, considering mayhem had bowled him over not even 10 minutes earlier.

Annie scampers off and grabs the camera, leaving you and Matty alone in the bathroom.

“You do look quite stupid in the bath, you know?” You tease, grinning down at Matty and watching him roll his eyes and hold in a laugh.

“Quite dilfy too, though” you add on thoughtfully, looking at how Matty’s soaking white shirt was starting to become completely transparent, and you couldn't help but gawk at the way his tattoos became more visible beneath the wet fabric. Matty pulls his shirt off cheekily, dropping it on the floor next to him before teasing you back.

“Mmm, I always look dilfy. S’how I got you, anyway” Matty gives you a smug smile, and you can't help but kiss it off his face, humming happily as you feel his lips working against yours.

You both get a bit lost in the kiss, and soon it becomes a little desperate and breathless, all tongues and teeth as poor mayhem has to stand there are witness it all. But it soon enough gets interrupted by Annie walking in, and very eloquently proclaiming “ewwww!!”

You and Matty both laugh against each other's lips, and you feel a bit dizzy when you pull away, having to blink a few times before you bring yourself back to earth.

You quickly snap a few shots with Matty's Polaroid camera; a selfie of you all, and a picture of annie grinning next to mayhem with his bubble mohawk. But, you get a particularly cute one of Matty and mayhem and you can't help but sneak that one away for yourself.

(ik this is not actually mayhem in this picture… but let's all use our imaginations <3)

You eventually get him all washed up and wrangle him out of the bath onto a towel. however, as soon as things are slightly too quiet and still, you can see the mischief brewing in mayhems eyes.

“Mayhem… no. don't even think about it” but he is a dog after all, so he ignores you completely. And soon enough, he's shaking every single drop of water off his body and onto the three of you.

The only thing that's heard in the bathroom is all of your screams, Annie runs behind the bathroom cabinet in an attempt to hide from the spray, but alas, there is no escape.

After far too many seconds for your liking, he stops shaking. And is looking at Matty with his mouth open in a smile and with a wagging tail.

“You're so lucky you're so cute, mate,” Matty sighs.

“Bloody horse dog,” you mumble under your breath, looking in the mirror at your now dripping wet hair.

Annie simply giggles, grinning as she bends down to give mayhem a hug and squealing when he starts to lick her face. you forgive mayhem pretty quickly after that, blowdrying him, yourself, matty, and annie in a row and snapping another picture of you all.

Now, as for going to the park after, I think you try to avoid it for a few days, trying to keep him clean as long as possible. But before the week is over, all four of you are running around in the mud together like crazy people, and you don't even think about the carnage this is all gonna cause.

#made it within the day with 30 mins to spare #last minute is my fav thing can you tell #anyway I LOVE THIS IDEA #sorry if my writing is bad i think i got over excited ahahaha #🪐 anon #anon!#teacher au!

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fellominaarcher · 2 years ago

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GOT MARRIED - KARINA; YOO JIMIN

8. Months With You II

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6th month

They had reached their sixth month together and had grown much closer than expected. The awkwardness between them faded. WGM became more popular than before, owing entirely to Y/N Karina.

Many fans unexpectedly openly supported them together, while others were opposed. Of course, the number of supporters will always outnumber the number of opponents.

WGM is still being shot, Y/N is still sleeping in the bedroom, and Karina is currently away. It's nine o'clock in the morning, and Karina wasn't home last night since she had group activities to attend.

The door unlocked as Karina entered the house, and the camera zoomed in on the sounds coming from the door. She grinned broadly as she came into view of the camera. She greeted them cheerfully, "Hiii,"

One of the girls from the crew teased her. "Woah, Karina, you're shining today!" she praised the beauty.

Karina chuckled, "Ohh really?" she's still smiling as she placed her bag on the coffee table.

"Yesss," the girl crew replied.

"Where's my wife?" she asked the people and they all teased her again.

One of the crew stood up and pointed out that Y/N was still sleeping in the room.

Karina nodded and walked slowly to their shared bedroom, tiptoeing as she turned the knob. She noticed the room wasn't locked and turned to face the camera as the girl smirked evilly.

"As everyone has noticed, I have bangs and styled my hair too," Karina said to the camera while holding the door knob.

She entered the room and sat softly on the bed, her gaze fixed on her wife's face. Karina laughed to herself. "So cute," she grumbled.

"Honey, wake up!" she yelled-whispered to her, sometimes they call each other with pet names.

She shook Y/N's body, "Yah, wake up!" she continued to shake her up.

While looking at the camera, the girl giggled quietly and whispered into Y/N's ear. "Jang Y/N, wake up!" she was trying to get her 'wife' awake.

On the bed, Y/N switched to face Karina and muttered as she made an attempt to cuddle up to her.

She shook her once again, and Y/N hummed in response as she opened her closed eyes. "Honey, get up!" Karina appeared to be yelling at her while looking terrified.

Y/N's face distorted at the sentiment. "Why? Why do you look so different? What's happening?!" she asked her wife.

The beauty inhaled deeply, "Oh God, you're finally awake! You've been asleep for two years!" Karina yelled while displaying a terrified expression.

Y/N jerked away in shock. "WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

Inside the room, one of the cameramen was grinning and unable to contain his laughter.

"Really?!" she yelled, astonished.

Karina stood up from the bed, clapping her hands and laughed. Y/N's pair of eyes were widened and a bewildered smile spread across her face.

When she realised she had been fooled, she rolled her eyes and began to chuckle. The girl laughed stupidly as she fell to the bed and covered her face with a pillow.

She then removed the pillow and pulled Karina to fall in the bed with her. Karina shrieked as the two women collapsed on the bed together, Karina landed on top of Y/N.

"You enjoy teasing me, don't you Yoo Jimin?!" she said as she tickled Karina's side of the belly.

Karina spasmed and laughed because of the tickles as she tried to get away from Y/N.

When the director yelled, "Cut," the two separated from one another.

Y/N observed Karina as she fixed her hair; the girl was intently watching Karina's new hair. She smiled and thought to herself, "Not bad, I like it" as she nodded.

As he ordered everyone to take a break, Mr. Director approached the pair.

The director explained his goal for another section of this episode, "You two take a 5 or 10, we observed that the laundry isn't done yet and we wanted a segment where the two of you are doing the laundry together," he suggested.

He grinned. "I'll see you later, okay? Take a sip of water" He instructed them to drink water.

Karina focused on Y/N, she spoke to the girl, saying, "You were sleeping nicely, good good" without turning to face her.

Y/N laughed silently as she sighed in and glanced at Karina, "What was weirder is that people noticed our unwashed laundry" Y/N pointed out that part.

As she left the room, Karina remarked, "Go wash your face" with a smile on her face.

The reason behind the beauty's apparent agitation was unknown. She made sure to shut the door. Y/N smiled at the girl's antics and was looking at her with heart eyes.

Laundry time, the couple is in the bathroom together but they're not naked or half naked.

It's laundry time, remember?

Karina changed into a more casual outfit, she was donning a short and a t-shirt in the shade Nirvana grey. While Y/N was still wearing the clothing she had worn to sleep.

Currently in motion, the camera has zoomed in on Karina as she is getting ready in the bathroom. As her 'wife' strolled into the picture, Karina added some detergent to the water-filled basin.

"What else can I do?" Y/N questioned as she peeked into the basin.

Karina spun around and asked hesitantly in front of the camera, "Can you collect the clothing from the basket from the corner, I guess it has been days," she was shy about it.

She pointed to the place where the basket of worn clothes were. Karina herself was smiling shyly. Y/N was looking at the girl with a huge grin on her face. She thought it was funny.

The younger girl nodded "Okay, alright" Y/N replied between laughter. Karina placed some clothes into the basin and Y/N returned with their clothes.

What's funny is that despite this house wasn't occasionally occupied by the couple but they already tossed some of their shirts in the house.

Y/N also grabbed a stool chair for Karina to sit on as she went in as well. Karina submerged the garments into the soapy water and she started to twist those clothes with her hand.

Y/N giggled, "What are you doing?" Y/N asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders "I don't know what I'm doing" she replied with a chuckle.

The younger girl sighed and she squatted to help the girl to scrub the garments. "Some of our shirts aren't proper to be put into the washing machine" Y/N told the girl.

Karina hummed in response.

After a while of twisting and scrubbing the clothes, out of nowhere Y/N poked the tip of Karina's nose. But it has some bubbles on it, Karina noticed this and took a handful of bubbles then rubbed it on Y/N's cheek.

Y/N also did the same and applied them on Karina's face. Karina attemped to repeat the same action, Y/N attempted to flee but her wife grabbed her by the shirt.

Y/N whined as she gave up. "Where are you going?" Karina questioned her with a sly grin on her face.

Y/N laughed as she gave up and rested against the wall. She squatted again to help the older girl and scrubbed some clothes.

Karina abruptly poked her on the nose with the bubbles on it. The older girl stood up and went inside the shower booth. Y/N was ready to catch the girl.

She had some bubbles in her hand, "Jimin ah, don't go!" she told her. Karina grabbed the shower head and pointed it to Y/N.

The girl walked over to her and applied the bubble on Karina's hair. The bathroom was filled with laughter. Karina then sprayed the girl in the shower booth, wetting them both as a result.

Because it is a component of the act, the staff just let them be. They still found it enjoyable. Their interactions with their respective groups decreased as a result of WGM, and the pair grew closer.

However, there was some visible tension between the two of them at times.

Shopping time, Y/N proposed going shopping because she was bored being home. WGM crew agreed to it and allowed them to tape this segment of the show. They are currently in the car, travelling to their destination, and the camera is already recording.

As their chauffeur looks for a space to park the car, Y/N and Karina are seated close to each other. The car is parked. The couple got off the car and headed to their destination.

Karina and Y/N was already planning what they wanted to buy for each other. Weirdly enough, Karina had an urge to buy something for the 'wife'.

The cameraman and his helper cautiously followed them two as they made their way to a clothing department shop across the street. Karina was going to cross the street alone when Y/N noticed a white sedan racing toward her.

In a fit of fear, the younger girl grabbed Karina by the back of her shirt and pulled her to the sidewalk. Everything happened so quickly. Y/N had her eyes closed and was grasping Karina's back of the shirt.

Slowly, she let her strong hold on the back of Karina's shirt go. When she opened her eyes, Karina was bowed down, she didn't move an inch.

The cameraman and some crew also panicked, they ran to the couple. The girl exhaled heavily in relief but Karina, though, remained in the iconic 90-degree bow position.

Once more in a state of worry, Y/N sprinted over to the girl, "Are you okay?!" she questioned.

Karina wasn't able to utter a single word in return and she walked away in the bowing position. Y/N was so perplexed that her nose and forehead wrinkled up together.

The manager of Karina rushed up to Y/N "What just happened?! Why is she like that?! Tell us!" the manager threw all the questions all at once.

Y/N quickly shook her head, "I have no idea! I'll go and check," Y/N replied to the manager. Oh, if only Y/N knew what she had pulled just now.

Everyone noticed that Karina had approached their parked car and was asking the driver for the key. She said, "Give me the key now!" from a distance and sounded incredibly frantic.

Karina was desperate to get in the car. The driver simply handed her over as she looked terrifying and no one knew what had happened to her.

She continued to bend down, "DON'T FOLLOW ME BUT ONLY JANG Y/N, PLEASE!" she cried out loud. The girl had a monster-like voice that needed a cough medicine.

Y/N flinched at the mention of her name and she ran to their parked car, trying to catch up with Jimin. Jimin had already entered the car and Y/N followed by after, she was breathing heavily.

"Lock the doors." Jimin commanded, her voice was deep.

Without a doubt, Y/N complied as she locked the door and gave the girl a tense glance. She slowly asked, "What happened?" the younger one smiled awkwardly.

Jimin approached her and scowled at the girl, saying, "You.." in a strong voice.

She sighed in frustration. "You, you pulled my bra too" she murmured. Y/N's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realized what she had done.

Jimin's shirt was apparently grasped by Y/N at the exact point where the bra was located when she did so. Technically, she grabbed the bra too. She yanked it so forcefully that the bra came loose from its hook and the hook came off.

Jimin's eyes flashed in anger as well, "YOU-," she began. She turned her back on Y/N, who retreated a little while sitting there bewildered.

"What?" the younger girl questioned.

Jimin pointed her back, "Hook my bra back." she commanded in a soft voice.

They are safe because the windows of their car are substantially tinted, Y/N swallowed as she let her gaze roam. Y/N backed off once more, and this time she was surprised.

"What are you waiting for?" Jimin eyed Y/N from the corner of her eyes.

She was a little annoyed. "Do it, quick!" she told the girl. As she gulped, Y/N could see beads of sweat running down her face.

Their enemies to lovers trope started again, their little bickering and tension in between them started too.

"Okay, okay!" she answered, raising her voice but not in an offensive way.

As she raised her shirt and her hands began to tremble, Y/N cautiously grabbed the unhooked part of the bra. She sighed out nervously and the girl was visibly shaking because this isn't something typical she had done before.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" Y/N asked, her voice filled the car as the car was occupied with silence afterwards.

Jimin's face changed as she inhaled sharply, "Just because..." she answered.

But there was no continuation from her words and Y/N was waiting for her to say it fully.

"I see." Y/N answered simply.

Jimin hummed in response to her words, which was the only response that was made. The pair exited the vehicle and carried on with their shopping expedition.

They bought a few items for each other, and following the bra incident, there was awkwardness between the two of them.

They both have to take a break a few days later to concentrate on their group's activities as an award show approaches. However, they will undoubtedly be reunited at the awards ceremony because some small scenes will be captured for WGM show.

A few days later, they're taking a brief break from filming the WGM because they need to concentrate on the award show.

Jimin was irritated with herself that night since she had trouble falling asleep.

While sitting in the living room and observing her fellow friend pacing back and forth in the same space, Aeri became irritated by this.

"It's been 30 minutes, why don't you take a seat?" Aeri suggested.

The rapper yawned as Ningning dozed out on the couch next to Minjeong, who was already asleep. Their maknaes were huddled close to one another.

Jimin cried out in anguish as she sat on the floor, "I'm, I'M IN A CONFLICT," she nearly roared.

Aeri signaled Jimin to lower her voice down "You'll wake the kids up!" she whispered-yelled.

Jimin calmed down and she pouted to Aeri, "Aeri-ah," the leader whined.

Aeri stood, "What are you doing?! Hit her phone up and tell her to have kids together!" she spoke loudly while pointing her finger in all directions.

The maknaes jumped out of their peaceful sleep and Ningning had fallen off from Minjeong.

Jimin backed down with her jaw dropped and her heart almost fell out of her mouth. That was the most serious Aeri she has ever seen and Jimin swore this was probably her first time to see that.

Aeri made the Italian hand gesture as she flipped her hair. "Yoo Jimin, please slay things up" she said in English.

She huffed as she walked into her room and closed the door, "Another day, another slay!" she kind of shouted it.

Her voice was muffled as she already went inside the room. Aeri had been addicted to saying those phrases since she saw it on TikTok.

Ningning who was rubbing her eyes while pouting, "Another day, another slay Jimin unni!" she said it slowly while still being in a sleepy state.

Minjeong's eyes were still closed, "Eh, what happened?" the lead vocalist queried.

Jimin rolled her eyes as she sighed out the frustrations inside her. Later, she went to bed but still scrolling through her phone and was contemplating to herself.

She placed her phone on the chest and was thinking of many things. But she let her feelings win this time and switched on her phone as she typed aggressively.

#Spotify #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #aespa fanfic #aespa karina #karina #karina aespa #karina imagines #karina x fem reader #karina x reader #gxg #wlw love

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mossyscavern · 3 months ago

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That could’ve gone better

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‘Ok. Just stay cool and be careful. Mami made me this for them.’

Miles thought, tightly gripping both the asopao de pollo and the Puerto Rican style tamales, Pasteles. Miles has been waiting for this day for so long.

Ever since he got together with Pavitr Prabhakar and Gayatri Singh, he has been jumping through dimensions every Saturday.

He wanted to stay all weekend… but him and his mami have a telenovelas day every Sunday. He wanted to invite them over but… Gayatri is kind of stuck in her dimension.

Unless they managed to sneak a day pass to earth 50101 than the options are out the window.

Miles waits on the subway with the food on his lap, held tightly in his hands, his knee bouncing anxiously as he looks around, his spider-sense went off a little while ago.

He assumes it’s his stress induced anxiety that triggers it, but he doesn’t see any dangers around-. “AAH!!”

“Woah! Ok, fair response… I mean, I am covered in spots.”

Miles can only stare in wide eye. The spot. The spot. The villain that almost ended the multiverse… is right there. Miles prays he doesn’t recognise him.

“Hey, is this seat taken? Normally I’d summon a hole but uh… I don’t have many spots left.” He explained, pointing at the lack of spots.

“…n-no, go ahead man.” Miles says, moving to the left. “Thanks!” Spot says, sitting down next to miles, turning his head left to right.

Miles leg bounced even faster this time. It was so weird, sitting next to the man who says he’s spider-man’s nemesis. “Hey, that smells good! What is it?”

“H-huh? Oh I-it’s uh… p-Pasteles and asopao de pollo.” Miles answers, biting his lip while he repeatedly thinks. ‘Please don’t recognise me, please don’t recognise me, please, please, please!’

“… I get the second one but… pastel..les?”

“Uh- boricua tamales.”

“… oh! Puerto Rican? Similar to my nemesis.”

Welp, miles had a good life, goodbye spider society, goodbye to his parents and goodbye to the two loves of his life-. “Well, hope the conversation helped.”

“… what?” Miles says to the villains, confused as hell. “Ok, my actual goal was to help you feel less anxious, bouncing your leg like that doesn’t help anybody.” … now that he mentioned it, miles leg did stop bouncing in one place.

So talking with the spot did help. “I- thank you… cow.. man?” Miles asked, hoping the funny name lets him not put a target on his back. “Haha, it’s the spot, actually.”

*time skip*

“And that’s what happened, crazy right?” He asked, taking a bite out of one of his mami’s Pasteles while gayatri and Pavitr stare with wide eyes.

“You did a pretty nice save though.” Gayatri says, patting miles hair down, his head on her lap. “I thought it was stupid.” Miles pouted, upset he didn’t say anything cool.

“Hey, at least you still got here.” Pavitr says, placing down the bowl of asopao de pollo and leaned down, he pecked miles on the nose before his lips meet miles.

“Boys. Save some for me.” She says, kissing pavitr on the lips before kissing miles. “Gaya! Mmh!” Miles tries before getting caught off again by gayatri deepening the kiss. “Don’t get too greedy there, gayatri.” Pav reminded.

“I can’t help it, he’s adorable.”

“I’m not adorable.” Miles argued. Both gayatri and Pavitr arched their brow at him. “What?! I’m not!”

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… I just wanted to add the spot (dr Ohnn) here.

Like… yeah he’s evil. But still! I had to add him, besides.. gotta love the villains bonding moment with heroes who are in civvy clothes and not realise it’s your nemesis.

… this was supposed to be made in disability pride month, but I was WAY beyond late… sorry!

#spider side of the cavern #spider verse #atsv miles morales #atsv #atsv gayatri #atsv Pavitr #atsv the spot #the spot #miles x pavitr #pavitr x gayatri #chaimodelflower #chaiflower #like… c’mon! it’s a great opportunity!#i ain’t leaving him out #besides… villains not figuring out who the real hero is is pretty funny

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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You Belong to Me (Part 1) | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Summary: You’re a psycho stalker bitch... no, you’re just a girl in love.

Genre: DILF!Jaemin, Suggestive

Word Count: 1.3k

Gif: @taesfun

Part 1 ⭐️ | Part 2

You weren't sure when you realised you were in love with Na Jaemin.

There was just something about him – his quirky jokes, slick jawline, that smile - oh god, that beautiful smile... he was born to charm you.

And there was no way your crush was one sided. Jaemin had complimented your lasagne the other day. So what if he was married with a newborn kid? He was basically screaming, "I LIKE YOU TOO!"

As you entered your apartment that night, you were struck by a delightful thought. You could do an experiment – a love experiment. You'd ask Jaemin to help with something boring. If he enjoyed himself too much, it meant he liked you too.

You reached for your bedroom light switch, and... ping! It was half-dead - he could fix it for you. The thought of Jaemin in your bedroom made you giddy.

You began texting.

Hey Jaemin, it’s Y/n! I have a bit of a situation... can you help?

Your tummy began to tingle. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. What did Jaemin think of you - if he did at all? You were just the girl next door. Literally.

A knock rattled the door.

You unbuttoned the top three buttons of your plaid shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. Then you felt bad, and did one back up again.

You finally opened the door, a smile leaping to your face. Jaemin leaned on the doorframe with one muscled arm. There it was - that half-smile that turned your insides to jelly.

“Hey, Jaemin. That was fast!”

“I was just getting the mail, so I figured I’d come over.” He was 'getting the mail'. Yeah, right. More like - he dropped everything to run to you.

“Thank you! By the way, have you heard back about that job?” You smirked inwardly. You were the one who recommended Jaemin apply – yet another thing that connected you.

Jaemin high-fived you; your palm sizzled at the contact.

“Thanks for asking,” Jaemin said. “I’ve been dying to talk about it. It was real good. I’m pretty sure I got it.”

You squeezed your hands together. “I’m so happy for you.” See? Jaemin needed you.

“It’s all thanks to you, sugar!” Jaemin flashed that devastating smile. Sugar. Your heart did a summersault. “Now, what is it I can do for you?”

You grinned. “I need your legs.��

Jaemin’s lips struggled to fight a smile. Ugh, he was cute. “Say again?”

"I’m too short to change this bulb. Damn my genetics!”

Jaemin chuckled. “My legs are yours for the taking. Show me the way.”

Your face burned. “Follow me. It’s the one in my bedroom.” Did he hear your voice quiver over the word bedroom?

You passed through the kitchen, passing a freshly baked batch of lemon drizzle cupcakes. They were perfectly poised for Jaemin’s eyes to fall on.

Jaemin stopped to take them in. “Woah, Y/n, these look amazing!”

You smiled. “Try one, they’re your favourite after all.”

Jaemin’s brow quirked. “How did you know that?”

Oh shit. Jaemin did not need to know that you followed him around in the supermarket – every Wednesday. “Err… your wife mentioned it.” You smiled nonchalantly.

Jaemin’s face smoothed. “Oh, right, of course!”

“Let’s get to that lightbulb,” you say, desperately hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart pounding out of your chest. “There it is,” you said, pointing to your bedroom ceiling.

Jaemin glanced around your room, his eyes landing on your bed. It was perfectly made up as always, dotted with pillows like fluffy clouds.

“Man, your bed is straight out of a magazine. How do you ever leave it?”

You forced a shrug, even though your insides were dancing.

You wanted to say, "You can test it out - anytime!". But you didn't. Instead, you settled with, “Sometimes I want to lie in it all day.”

You bit your lip as you watched him.

Was he fantasizing about the same thing? About pushing you onto the bed and ravishing you? All it would take was a gentle hand on his back... His perfectly muscled back, that was burned in your mind’s eye.

What would it feel like to run your fingers across his skin? What would it feel like to turn him around and squeeze your mouth onto his? Your heart banged against your chest, shaking you forward.

You could do this.

Just one touch. That was all. And if Jaemin responded, so be it.

Just as you reached out your hand, your eyes landed on a bulge in his back pocket.

You paused, trying to determine the shape. It was a baby’s dummy. HIS baby’s dummy. You yanked your hand back, head reeling. What the hell were you thinking?

Jaemin clapped his hands together and turned to you. “Okay. Have you got a step stool?”

“Right there.” You pointed a shaky finger. “I’ll grab the light bulbs.”

Jaemin set up the step stool. “Okay, lady. I’m going to pass you the old bulb in a sec.”

“Sure.” You gripped the package and forced yourself to focus on his shoes, and not his glorious, toned thighs.

“Trade?” Your fingers brushed the inside of his wrist as you passed him the new bulb. His skin was shockingly smooth.

You watched intently as Jaemin screwed in the bulb. His shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of his perfectly muscled caramel stomach. He wasn't even trying to cover up. Was he teasing you on purpose? Well, it was working.

You noticed the faint line of black hair that travelled from his navel into his pants. Your mouth went dry.

Once again, you felt a pull to touch him.

It would be so easy. All you had to do was reach out your hand and brush it against his crotch. It would be like an accident, a slip of the hand...

But then you remembered the dummy, and your heart slowed.

How many men would carry their daughter’s dummy in their pocket? Jaemin was such a good father. It was the most attractive thing about him.

“Okay, I’m ready for that light cover.”

“Right.” You handed it to him. “Thanks so much for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Jaemin said, smiling. “Want to flip the switch and make sure it works?”

You flicked it up, and the lights went on. “Yay! You did it. My... hero.”

Jaemin jumped off the step stool, his curly hair lagging above him. “Mission accomplished.”

“I owe you one, Jaemin.” God, you did. He lit up your life - without even knowing it.

“Nah. That’s what friends are for, right?” He touched a hand to your back as he followed you from your room. If he knew how his touch made you shiver, he'd snatch it back like you were on fire.

“I couldn’t ask for better neighbours," you said, opening the front door.

If he knew what you’d almost done, he’d… he’d gently move your hands away and tell you no. That was the thing about Jaemin. He was always kind. No matter what.

“All good, Y/n. You know you’re always welcome round ours. I’ll tell Alexis you said hi.” Jaemin’s eyes lit up when he mentioned his wife. Your heart lurched.

“See you later.” You swung the door shut before Jaemin could say anything else. You shoved your face to your hands.

"I love you, Jaemin," you whispered. And I’m an idiot, you thought. Maybe I should just pack up and move to Australia. That would solve everything…

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Jaemin pressed his back to your door and took a deep breath.

“That was a close one,” he muttered to himself. “Get a grip, man. She doesn't like you. Heck, even if she does like you, you're married...”

Jaemin took three deep breaths and entered his apartment.

If only you knew…

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realcube · 4 years ago

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trying to be nice to their crush hcs

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thank you to 🍦anon for this cute request!

characters: tsukishima, kyōtani, sakusa & suna

content warning: swearing & sexual references

kei tsukishima

♡ this is all yamaguchi’s fault （︶^︶）

♡ he found out tsukki had a crush on you bc he mentioned you a lot in conversation so yamaguchi interrogated him for answers then lo and behold, the beanpole had a lil thing for you

♡ you sit in front of tsukishima in homeroom while yamaguchi sits beside him so when you leaned back and asked him if you could borrow a pencil and he spat back a snarky remark about you being too irresponsible to care for your own pencils, yamaguchi hastily offered you one of his own before scolding tsukishima

♡ he explained to his clueless friend that being nasty to people isn’t a good way to get them to like you

♡ so perhaps he should be nicer :)

♡ honestly, tsukishima would’ve just looked yamaguchi straight in the eyes and went ‘no’, if it wasn’t for the fact you shot tadashi the sweetest smile anD PLAYFULLY BLEW HIM A KISS AFTER HE JUST GAVE YOU A DAMN PENCIL LIKE WTF

♡ after that, he decided to give up his current personality and pick up a new one

♡ jk jk

♡ but he had to binge a whole bunch of those youtube psychology videos that are like ‘psychological tricks to make people like you’ and ‘THESE 5 MIND TRICKS WILL MAKE YOU THE MOST POPULAR PERSON *EVER*’!!

♡ spoiler alert: he wasn’t the most popular person but perhaps that was bc he only went to the effort of using those tricks on you

♡ god bless him; he tries hard, he really does. (not his best, just hard)

♡ but you don’t have to be extremely observant to realise that he’s began acting different around you and of course, it confused you seeing tsukishima being nice

♡ what irritated you was how dismissive he was being of your questions though, as he was clearly trying to lead you to believe that you were crazy and he’s just always been a nice guy

♡ but as soon as he figures out that he angered you, he’ll instantly switch back to him normal self - draining his mind of the hours of phycology studying he did last night to just pretend like it never happened

♡ and if he’s feeling flirty, he might be extra mean to you （￣︶￣）

♡ also he makes a mental note to never take yamaguchi’s romance advice ever again 🙄

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you sighed, removing your hand from your bag after desperately rummaging through it in search of a pencil once again - deja vu. once you accepted that a pencil wasn’t going to materialise out of thin air, you peered over your shoulder and tapped the corner of yamaguchi’s desk, who wore a suspicious grin which you decided against questioning.

“yamaguchi, do you think i could borrow a pencil again? sorry, this is the last time, i swear. i’ll be sure to get some on my way home after school tod--”

yamaguchi dropped the line him and tsukishima had rehearsed many times beforehand, while clutching his pencilcase dear to his chest, “woah, (y/n). you’re so irresponsible. sorry, i can’t lend one of my pristine pencils to someone who is too forgetful to remember to buy some; what if you forget to return it to me?”

tsukishima cringed at how forced it sounded but he couldn’t help but admire yamaguchi's dedication to his role. this allowed tsukishima to swoop in, pencil in hand, ��here.” that wasn’t in the script but he panicked! okay, now, eye contact.

you just sat there and stared at both of them with the most dumbfounded look plastered on your face. what just happened? why were they both acting like they were in drama class? and why are they both so bad at acting? they’re both passing performing arts for fucks’ sake!

kentarō kyōtani

♡ sorry but i firmly believe kyōtani is the sorta guy to be extra mean to ppl he fancies smh

♡ the rest of them just act (somewhat) like themselves around their crush but kyōtani is himself2 (himself^2)

♡ like one time yahaba found you trembling in your locker bc you had gotten mud on mad dog’s white shoes so he chased you through the hallways of the school, threatening to trek mud on your forehead

♡ yahaba took it upon himself to investigate as to why kyōtani was so rude to you and he got his answer as soon as he mentioned your name to mad dog and the boy’s face immediately flushed red

♡ so after practise, yahaba schools mad dog on how to get chicks (⌐■_■)

♡ in short, his advice was ‘good guys get laid’ and for kyōtani’s understanding, ‘good’ and ‘kind’ were interchangeable

♡ mad dog wasn’t completely oblivious to how he treated you and he was aware that he was far from ‘kind’

♡ although he usually doesn’t listen to people in general, yahaba seemed to know what he was talking about so he figured there was no harm in trying to be nice

♡ but ngl, he just spent the rest of the day wondering...what is kind?

♡ after a few messages back and forth with yahaba, he figured that the best place to start was by apologising for - y’know - chasing you around the whole school

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“oi!” kyōtani bellowed through hallway, paying no mind to the students that cast him dirty looks as his sights were locked on you. standing unsuspecting by your locker, stuffing your textbooks into your bag until you heard his deep voice echo through the hall, to which you visibly perked up and began frantically looking around.

he marched towards you, hands in pockets and when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, you were more than ready to drop all your shit and bolt away. but he didn’t let you as before you were able to take off on your heels, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him - then he noticed your hands raised in defence by your face and your head hung low.

his heart sank and his grip on your shoulder immediately softened, “i’m not gonna punch you, idiot.” he spat, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying to appear angry in hopes you’d mistake his light blush for pure rage.

“i just wanted to say that i felt bad for chasing you through the halls yesterday - you didn’t stand a chance so i guess it was a bit unfair.” he said, frowning as you replied with silence so the duty fell on him to fill it, “and i got the stain out, anyway so.”

more silence. lovely.

suddenly, he puffed his cheeks out as his eyes snapped to meet yours and he roared, “ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR ARE YOU TOO BRAINDE-”

“are you wearing eyeliner?”

and that was the true story behind why you missed last period, because you and kyōtani had a 30 minute conversation about eyeliner and make-up, then he convinced you to skip the rest of class with him so he could buy you ramen as an apology gift.

so yeah, he figured that perhaps he should try being nice more often.

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he didn’t need someone to tell him to be nicer, he’s just predisposed to attempt to show kindness to someone he is fond of

♡ in his mind, showing kindness, respect and stripping himself of all his personality = the only way to be desirable

♡ (ofc this takes place before he meets atsumu tho lol)

♡ so it’s not the realisation that’s the problem for him, it’s the execution

♡ like how is he supposed to be nice without either sounding creepy or condescending?

♡ *cut to sakusa practising in the bathroom mirror* ‘your hand looks- no-’ he scoffs, flicking cold water onto his face, ‘your hair looks cool- pretty- nice?’

♡ *camera pans to sakusa laying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling while imagining vivid and scarily detailed scenarios about ways he could mess up while talking to you*

♡ *camera zooms in on sakusa’s face as he manifests a nicer version of himself*

♡ he might - depending on how insecure he is - watch one of those psychology videos or read a wikihow for help

♡ but other than that, he independently tries to alter his personality in order to gain your favour bc..true love ?

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you smiled as a basketball rolled up to your feet during gym class, followed by the sound of someone approaching you and upon raising your gaze, your eyes met sakusa’s unmistakable black ones. his face hovered only a few inches away from yours due to the fact you had both reached down to pick up the ball at the same time.

he quickly pulled himself away, tucking the basketball under his elbow as he adjusted his mask so it properly covered his face to ensure that you didn’t see the light blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. he then proceeded to blurt out what he had been rehearsing for the past few nights, “oh, thank you, (y/n). your hair looks lovely today, by the way.”

you giggled, holding your hands firmly by your side to avoid fidgeting and making it obvious that his sudden comment flustered you, “thanks, sakusa. and, if we’re handing out compliments today, i didn’t know you were good at any sport other than volleyball but you’re doing surprisingly well at basketball.” you joked, your lips slowly curling into a cocky smirk, “though, i don’t think you’d stand a chance against my team.”

god, you’re such a tease. you make it so hard for him to be nice to you. so, of course, your comment returned his ability to utter almost every sarcastic comment that comes to mind - screw being likeable. “you think so?” he quirked a brow, tossing the ball onto your lap then pacing backwards, “go on, then.”

rintarō suna

♡ it was probably those tips on social media that told him he has to be nicer

♡ and plus he saw terushima get all the chicks and he was just sitting there like ‘where are my bitches at? 🥺’

♡ anyway, all the guys on social media that had girls lining up outside their door always had one thing in common: misogyny obnoxious personalities !!

♡ and his whole personality was a sacrifice suna was willing and ready to make for just a crumb of cooch 🤲

♡ though you weren’t exactly his crush yet, suna thought you were the best person to carry out this experiment with bc he heard through the grapevine that you had a crush on him so perhaps this would make you happy

♡ he didn’t prepare much beforehand though which he immediately regretted as soon as he approached you bc admittedly, his game plan of ‘be self-assured but friendly’ was a bit vague

♡ so he basically just had to bullshit through a whole, awkward conversation with you while wearing a forced ‘bold’ smirk which, in reality, looked as though he had just seen tiddies for the first time

♡ hardly self-assured or friendly

♡ also, the fact you thought he was playing a prank on you must’ve drastically altered the results of his experiment

♡ at one point he says something extremely stupid you’d just quit playing along and just blurt out ‘wtf is wrong with you today’

♡ to which he’d be like ‘ahaha, nuthin much bbg, how bout you?’

♡ THE EXPERIEMNT ISN’T OVER UNTIL HE SAYS IT’S OVER OKAy?!

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you rubbed your temples in order to soothe the throbbing headache suna gave you simply by existing. like yes, you had a crush on him 10 minutes ago - but that was before he came up to you and started acting like terushima on dodgy medication. “oh and your skin is glowing bab--”

“jesus christ, rintarō, shut up!” you cried, gripping the edge of your skirt to prevent your self from delivering a swift punch right to his stupid face. he’s seriously gotten on all your nerves at this point; firstly, by spamming your phone in the middle of the night asking for homework answers (accompanied by cursed memes) as he actually managed to wake you up. secondly, by acting so oblivious to the fact you clearly had a crush on him and now, this!

heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment as his creepy smile instantly fell right back into his resting bitch face, “this isn’t working, is it?”

“what’s not working?”

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes - his façade having evidently disappeared. “this.” he sighed, looking around as if someone was going to save him before his eyes finally settled on you and he was reminded of what he wanted in the first place, his sparkle was rekindled for just a moment which caused him to blurt out, “just fuck me already, i’m not asking for much.”

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leejungchans · 3 years ago

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kicked out.

note: words in bold are spoken in english

set in late april, 2021

summary: juliet drops by mayfly dance unit’s practice one night.

a/n: so maybe i lied when i said that the juho special dance stage (that i made up rip 🤧) would be the last crumbs for juho shippers bc i’ve been working on this the entire time hehe 😼

When Juliet made the spontaneous decision to visit Mayfly’s dance unit during their practice, she didn’t expect to be met with an almost empty room, let alone be face-to-face with the person she’s the least close with.

Don’t get her wrong—she has absolutely nothing against Minho, it’s just that she didn’t have as many opportunities to interact with him over the course of Kingdom’s filming. Even during the sports day when their groups sat next to each other for the entire day, she only managed to have a few short conversations with him.

It’s during those moments when she envies Wooyoung’s uncanny ability to make friends wherever he goes without a shred of awkwardness. For her, it’s always the first stages of getting to know someone that are the hardest to break through.

“That was qui—oh, hello. Sorry, I thought you were the others,” Minho says a bit too formally for Juliet’s liking, though she doesn’t blame him given that they haven’t broken the ice entirely.

“Hi,” she says back meekly, bowing to him before hesitantly sitting down across from him on the floor. “Speaking of the others, where are they?”

Minho smiles sheepishly. “We got hungry so some of them went to go buy snacks, and the others went to go use the restroom.”

“Ah… okay.”

It’s awkward. Painfully so with the two of them sitting quietly and looking at everywhere but each other. Every few seconds, Juliet’s mouth opens as she attempts to gather up the courage to initiate a conversation, but the words seem to die at the tip of her tongue, leaving her no choice but to close her mouth and endure the almost suffocating silence.

Alexa, play ‘Awkward Silence’ by Stray Kids.

Much to her relief, Minho speaks up after a while. “Did you come here from JYP?”

“I did. We thought we’d stop by on the way back to our dorms, but Hongjoong-oppa got lazy and decided to stay in the car instead,” she explains with a playful roll of her eyes. “He said you guys wouldn’t let me stay long anyways. You know, because of spoilers and stuff.”

“Right,” Minho agrees with a small smile, “but it’s going well. We’re trying out different stunts to incorporate into the performance. I was actually a bit surprised that you weren’t in this unit.”

“We thought we’d switch things up a little,” Juliet says shyly, “I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep up, to be honest, since your members especially are monster rappers.”

“I’m sure you’re doing great,” Minho encourages, “Jisung couldn’t stop raving about you at our dorms too, so that must be a good sign, right?”

Juliet flushes a little as the heat trails up to her ears, and she hopes that her hair covers them enough so he wouldn’t notice. “I guess you’re right. Are those your cats, by the way?”

Minho lets out a confused hum until he realises that she’s referring to the stickers on his phone case. “Oh, yeah! Their names are Soonie, Doongie, and Dori,” he says while pointing to each one respectively.

“It’s really cool that you made stickers of them. This is making me think I should too.”

“You have cats too?”

Juliet can’t help but smile fondly at the memory of her own cat. “Just one. He lives with my family in Sydney though, so I haven’t seen him in a long time…” Her voice trails off as she scrolls through her photo album before handing Minho her phone a few seconds later. “My brother sent me this a few days ago, his name’s Mercury—the cat, I mean, not my brother.”

Minho laughs as he takes a closer look at the photo, turning back to her with an astonished expression. “Woah, it’s huge!”

“He is,” Juliet agrees, “but he’s really gentle, and—”

The sound of the door being swung open is followed by a loud yelp, and the two crane their necks in its direction to find Wooyoung, Felix, Seonghwa, and Yunho standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” Wooyoung screeches, obviously referring to Juliet. “You can’t be here, cheater! I thought we agreed to not spoil the performances!”

“Cheater?” she repeats in disbelief. “We’re on the same team! I stopped by to cheer you guys on!”

“And that’s very kind of you, but you still need to leave.”

Juliet frowns and thrashes her legs around like a petulant child. If she wasn’t looking at an approaching Wooyoung, she would’ve noticed Minho suppressing a smile. “Yah, are you guys seriously kicking me out right now?” she whines childishly as Wooyoung grabs her arm to shake it gently, urging her to get up.

Seonghwa has the decency to look apologetic. “Sorry, Minyoungie, but we want your genuine reactions to the stage.”

Huffing, Juliet stands up and crosses her arms over her chest. “You guys are no fun. We weren’t even talking about the stages! I was just—”

Strong arms wrap around her torso and easily pick her up before she can even finish her sentence. Alarmed, Juliet glances over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the perpetrator.

“Jeong Yunho! Put me down! Don’t make me kick you in the—”

The others can only watch in amusement as Juliet fruitlessly flails her limbs about in his hold as he throws her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Seonghwa-oppa, are you really going to let them kick me out like this?” she wails, giving her best puppy eyes to her red-haired member standing helplessly off to the side, who looks as though he’s torn between allowing Yunho to carry her out of the room and intervening.

Ultimately, he smiles guiltily and steps further away into the room. “Bye, Minyoungie. Rest well, okay?”

Deeming him wholly unhelpful in her attempt at survival, Juliet turns away from him to divert her attention to her last shred of hope. “Felix, you too?”

Her friend of a decade, and she repeats—a decade, only beams at her, the picture of innocence compared to the appalling act of betrayal being committed. “We promise you’ll love the stage! I’ll text you later!”

Wooyoung cackles and swings an arm over his shoulders in support while cheekily waving Juliet goodbye. “Buh-bye, Julie!”

“This is Top Ten Anime Betrayals right here!” is the last thing she manages to get out before the practice room door shuts behind Yunho.

Back outside in the hallway, the tall boy grins as he finally puts her down. “Sorry, Julie,” he says rather unapologetically, “you’ll see our stage soon enough.”

“What did we miss?”

The two ATEEZ members are joined by the rest of the dance unit, their arms laden with bags of snacks and drinks, presumably having just returned from a trip to the nearby convenience store.

Yunho grins. “Had to kick this one out before someone inevitably spoils the performance,” he says affectionately while ruffling Juliet’s hair, who grumpily tries to swat his hand away.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait,” Peniel says reassuringly, and the others nod excitedly in agreement.

San reaches into one of the bags to pull out a chocolate bar. “Will this make you feel better?”

It’s almost comical how quickly her expression changes at the sight of candy. “Well, why didn’t you offer this sooner?” she asks cheekily, eyes practically shining while eagerly accepting the chocolate as the others laugh. “I’ll be going now then. Good luck, and don’t stay up too late! You guys need rest too.”

“We won’t, don’t worry,” Yunho promises, and the group exchanges final goodbyes before Juliet leaves, now a chocolate bar richer.

Juliet avoids all eye contact with Hongjoong and their manager when she gets into the car, the both of them wearing identical smirks.

“Not even Seonghwa or Felix could’ve saved you from getting kicked out, huh?” the leader teases as she buckles her seatbelt with a disgruntled hmph.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. At least I got free chocolate.”

a/n: i had no idea what juho’s conversation should be about so i just decided to make it about cats bc they’re both cat parents ✨✨ this took way too long to write i wanted to post it when kd was still running and uh whoops 😭🤡 before anyone asks, no juliet can’t have minho bc he’s mine 😔 /j

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shushiyuii · 3 years ago

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Adopt a Mortal

@smogs-0 Oh Smoggy~ Your angst is here, and only you can decide if there will be a part 2 or not~

Warnings: Zombies (which means this will contain mentions of death, injury, death and maybe other subjects. Be advised). Swearing. Apocalypse.

Words: 1.5K+

It’s been 3 weeks since the outbreak.

He didn’t know how he made it so far, he’s barely escaped any encounters with those monsters. Zombies as the others call them, which he honestly called bullshit on.

Not to mention but food had almost become rare at this point, so many had taken it for granted and themselves, hoping to be the only ones to survive. But a majority of the population was already gone, including his own parents so no doubt that food went somewhere.

His own group was fucked up, he ended up with them by chance. They almost killed him, to begin with, but decided they could use his agility and slim figure to their advantage of tight spaces and stuff. Which he hated but it was the only chance he had at survival.

He was now on his own in a world of Zombies. Trust nobody.

…

It’s been 3 months since the outbreak.

He was shoved to the floor, kicked by another member. “Little shit! You’re just dead weight!”, “It’d be better if we left him for dead”.

They took away his belongings, leaving him unarmed. He ran away and as he did, he heard their screams. Zombies were coming and his ‘group’ just died like complete idiots. His arms covered his stomach as he limped in pain, this was going to be a difficult situation to get out of.

…

He slammed his hand over his mouth, trying to be as silent as possible as a couple of Zombies wandered around aimlessly, hoping to catch their next piece of delicious prey. if he were to get into one of their sights. He’d be dead in an instant.

He was unarmed as stupid as it was.

Whatever he didn’t want to die here.

…

One month since the outbreak.

Hunger was all he felt for the longest time, he wondered. He didn’t remember who he was. Not that he cared, he had no control. He only wanted to eat, hunt. His reasoning. The thought of meat making in growl in excitement.

That all changed when he followed a horde of Zombies towards the humans. They shot and yelled, fearing for their lives. They were terrified, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him and the others was that their hunger was satisfied.

…

He got shot, in the shoulder. He didn’t feel it but he did stumble. In the distance, he heard, “You imbecile! That was the prototype!”. Whatever it is afterwards the humans got away.

He slumped against the wall of a corner shop, feeling oddly tired and fell asleep.

…

He woke up, with thoughts screaming at him. He looked around in confusion as knowledge flowed through his newly working brain. He was confused, scared. What happened? He wasn’t like this before?

He stood up, stumbling. He looked to the shoulder of his trench coat, the shot of the clothing being there but his skin had almost regenerated as if it had never happened.

He ran into the crowd of nearby Zombies, he pushed into them. Getting no reaction, he was sentient, and the others weren’t. Had that bullet done something to him?

…

3 months since the outbreak.

He’s learnt that he’s become different to the other zombies, he’s come to the conclusion that he’s more aware than them, almost as if he were a human in a zombie’s body.

He learnt his name was Wilbur by the wallet and ID in his pocket. Which was good to know, not only that but he no longer felt that hunger, nothing actually. He felt no pain, sensation or anything.

But one thing he did feel was more powerful and stronger. He learnt he could easily flip over cars and change his size at will, which came in handy for hard-to-reach places. Not only that but any wound he sustained was easily recovered from, barely leaving a scar.

He hadn’t yet encountered humans, probably because there weren’t many left.

He had managed to create a place of his own in an apartment with a broken mirror, it did him good with a desk to write on, a guitar he could surprisingly play, a comfortable bed, everything he needed.

He looked in the mirror, he was outrageously pale, but not that green colour other zombies had, he was missing an eye that his hair easily covered, and his beanie covered up parts of his exposed skull. Which left him looking rather human.

…

He wandered the streets a while since he really had nothing better to do. That was until something caught his attention, zombies were crowding around a particular shop with curiosity. It made him curious as to what was going on.

He followed them inside and wandered for a while, then he saw them. What had caught the zombies interest but had not been picked up by them yet. It seems that the human had managed to narrowly getaway and was now narrowly avoiding them.

The human stared at him in horror, his bright blue eyes striking Wilbur. His hair was blonde but covered in dirt, not to mention that the boy himself was covered in dust, dirt and dried blood. The human was barely covered in protection with just a red and white t-shirt, trousers and recked shoes. How had he gotten this far?

He crouched down to the human, “Hey…”. He whispered, “What are you doing here kid?”. The human’s eyes furrowed at the nickname. “Trying to get away here! Dickhead!”. The boy whisper-yelled. “Well, you aren’t doing a very good job at it!”. He whisper-yelled back.

He pinched his nose and sighed, “Get to the back room as soon as you hear a sound, I’ll distract them.”, “What? That’s a death sentence!”, “Don’t worry about me! Worry about yourself!”.

Wilbur then crawled his way to the other side of the shop, not wanting to get suspicion from the human. He then grabbed a pan from a nearby shelf and threw it to a nearby shelf, which caused enough noise to gain the zombie's attention, making their way over there.

He then saw the backroom door open, he then made his way over there quietly. Once he made it and shut the door. The boy was already barricading it, making sure no zombies made their way in.

“Thanks, man, had no idea how I’d get outta that one. Names, Tommy”. Interesting, the human's name was Tommy, “Nice to meet you, I’m Wilbur. What are you doing out in a place like this? You look a bit young to be on your own if I’m honest”.

“Hey! I’m a grown man! And uh- my group left me to die”. The boy seemed upset by that fact, looking away. “Well, they’re assholes. Don’t worry about em’ you can stick with me for now if you want.”. Wait- he didn’t mean- “Really?”.

“Yeah, don’t mind helping for a little bit”. Great, why did he agree? Now he was stuck with a child.

…

The human then began to rummage through what seemed to be boxes of already looted stuff. He managed to find an old backpack with some small tins of food and water left in a small crate. Not only that but a small dagger to defend himself with, he seemed quite exciting when he found it.

“So, Wil. How’d you end up in the outbreak?”, he asked as he continued to rummage through crates. Wilbur took a minute to answer, one thing was he the human- Tommy didn’t know he was a zombie, not only that but even himself didn’t know how he became a zombie.

“Uhh, kinda just ended up in the place?”. “Oh, you didn’t have family or anything”, “No?”. “Ah, well for me my parents died in a car crash when the outbreak hit, now I’m on my own since my group left me”.

“Why did they leave you?”, “said I was deadweight, which wasn’t true. I did most of the shit they wanted”. “Forget em’ they aren’t worth it”. “I realised that thanks again, for the save.”. “It’s nothing don’t worry about it”.

The two then made their way out of the building, then got stuck by a wall. “Give me a hand will you?” he asked as he clumsily tried to climb the wall. Wilbur then gave him a boost and he climbed over, not without giving Wilbur his own hand to help him up.

Wilbur grabbed his hand, “Woah! You got a good grip!”. “I- yeah. Guess so”. He then helped Wilbur up the wall and the two continued their way to safety…

…

The two ran as fast as they could from the racing zombies, perhaps the two were a little bit too reckless with noise and were now getting chased down by a horde of Zombies. They ran into alleyways, alley after alley.

Eventually, though, they got cornered. Tommy brought his knife, prepared to defend his life. “Stay behind me!”, “What? Are you crazy?!”, “STAY BEHIND ME!”. He growled as he kept the boy behind him.

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expiredfairydust · 2 years ago

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Sleepover - Joesara (could also be interpreted as ryojoesara)

this had been a bad idea. sara realised that halfway through the first saw movie, but by then the damage was done. joe was shaking, screaming and jumping into sara’s arms at every gory scene. sara had offered to turn it off so many times but she knew how much ryouko had been looking forward to this, and joe was determined to watch the whole movie before they switched to his favourite animated movies.

by the time the film had finished, joe was trembling in sara’s arms and hiding his face in her shoulder. “y-you don’t ever think we’d be put in such a horrible game, do ya sara?” he whimpered.

“course not, no one does that in real life!” ryouko giggled. despite joe’s loud reactions, she seemed to have had fun watching the movie. “and if they did, what would they want with a couple’a high schoolers?” she ruffled joe’s hair affectionately.

“aaaa!! ryo’s being smart!!!! she must be possessed, save me joe!!! this is scary!!!!!!” sara jokingly hid her face behind joe, still holding him protectively from the movie.

“hey!” ryouko playfully hit sara with a cushion and soon an all-out pillow war had broken out between the three of them. it ended with ryouko and joe teaming up to ferociously batter sara with the soft pillows into her surrender, just as there was a knock on the door, making joe screech like a banshee and jump into sara’s arms again. the door opened to reveal simply kai, holding a tray of snacks and drinks.

“woah, triple chocolate chip?! sara, your dad is awesome!” ryouko grinned, looking at the plate of various cookies as she and joe restrained themselves from wolfing the whole batch down.

“kai’s not really my dad” sara shrugged, taking a sugar cookie and licking off the icing before munching on the biscuit part.

no one took note of the comment - they were soon too busy stuffing their faces with the bounty of treats to care about much.

“that man is a food genius” joe sighed contentedly, lying on sara’s bed and using her thighs as a pillow.

“hell yeah, we should have more sleepovers at yours sara!” ryouko curled herself up at sara’s side like a cat while she spoke.

sara looked at the blank television screen to avoid eye contact, hoping she could hide how flustered and happy she was that her friends liked her home. “w-we should put another fil-“ she started.

“please nothing scary!” joe cried out quickly, and the two girls chuckled.

“alright scaredy-cat, what do you wanna watch?” she asked, playing with joe’s hair as she spoke.

“shrek!” joe and ryouko spoke at the same time, then high fived each other.

“i should’ve guessed” sara smiled and put the movie on.

many movies and games and snack breaks later, after ryouko had fallen asleep and sara was about to join her, joe shyly tapped sara’s shoulder. “hey- uh, sara? are you sleeping?”

“no, what’s wrong?”

joe hesitated. “i’m scared” he mumbled. “i keep thinking about that movie and i’m scared that i’m going to have nightmares”

sara couldn’t help but smile at joe and pull him closer to her. “cmere scaredy-cat, i’ll protect you” she whispered, gently stroking joe’s hair as he snuggled up to her and hid his head in her shoulder and asked,

“can you sing me a lullaby?”

sara laughed, covering her mouth to keep quiet. “alright then,” she smiled and went to start singing before joe interrupted her,

“no no! i didn’t mean it!” he giggled and soon they were both struggling to hide their laughing fit from their sleeping friend, curled up into sara’s side. once they were quiet again, joe sighed happily and snuggled up to sara.

it was cliché and silly but sara’s arms felt like the safest place in the world to joe. that was his last thought as he and sara fell asleep together, tangled in each other’s embrace.

#your turn to die #yttd #jou tazuna #joe tazuna #yttd joe #sara chidouin #yttd sara #ryoko hirose #yttd ryoko #yttd ryouko #joesara #fluff #yttd fluff #i think it’s fluff at least #yttd au #no death game au #yttd fanfic #yttd fic #fanfic

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“Gojo has a girlfriend!?” | Gojo x Reader Oneshot (Fluff)

Synopsis: Yuuji has just overheard a phone call with Gojo and this seemingly mysterious woman who's coming to visit. He brings the news to the other students, adamant that their teacher has a girlfriend much to the disbelief of Maki, especially when the possibility of the girlfriend being you arises.

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“Guys, guys! Gojo has a girlfriend!” Yuuji announced, slamming the door open to the classroom.

“I refuse to believe that,” Nobara said rolling her eyes. “He couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he had the most romantic script in front of him.”

“I second that,” Maki said, not even looking up from her phone.

“Tuna, tuna,” Toge agreed.

“He’s not that bad-” Yuuji started.

“He’s an egotistical, immature man child who thinks dick jokes are the height of humour, what women would be attracted to that?” Maki glared.

“Then explain to me why I heard him call someone babe over the phone just now! And why I heard a girl’s laugh!”

“You say that like he doesn’t do that to everyone,” Nobara sighed.

“He said they were coming today anyway!” Yuuji insisted. “And he said “I love you” before he hung up!”

Now that raised eyebrows in the room.

“He… he really said that?” Maki said slowly for Yuuji just to nod enthusiastically in reply. “Then who the hell did he brainwash to be his girlfriend?!”

The group moved out of the classroom to outside as they argued leaving Megumi alone to slurp his noodles who was happy to be forgotten in the conversation since he already knew the answer. Watching the two adults yearn obviously after each other for years still scarred him, but he was happy you were coming today, even if you had the worst taste in men.

“Seriously who the hell is it!” Nobara yelled. “There’s no way its Utahime right?” The group was stood at the top of the stone stairs that led into the school, waiting for the mysterious visitor.

“She’d rather die,” Maki deadpanned.

“Mei Mei?”

“She’d go for someone richer.”

“Yuki?”

“She’s too busy for relationships, let alone with Gojo.”

“Shoko?”

“We would have noticed that by now.”

“A civilian?” Yuuji suggested.

“Like there’s any way he could explain the jujutsu world to a civilian without making it look like he was insane.”

Panda hummed from behind them. “(y/n)?”

Maki went still. “How dare you taint her name like that.”

Yuuji and Nobara looked to each other. “(y/n)?” they said in sync.

“She’s one of the only other special grade sorcerers,” Panda explained. “She was in Shoko and Gojo’s grade in school. She’s Gojo’s best friend.”

Yuuji and Nobara’s eyes widened.

“He has friends?” Nobara asked with a bit too much genuine shock.

“Somehow,” Maki spoke solemnly, pushing up her glasses. “But (y/n) is too cool to ever do that!” She looked to the sky with her outstretched hand dramatically. “I would never idolise and want to follow in the footsteps of someone if they were that foolish!”

“Bonito flakes!”

Nobara mouthed a ‘woah’ at Maki’s intensity, never seeing her look up to someone with so much passion.

A Megumi scratching his neck joined them from behind, now full enough of food to deal with what would soon happen.

“Who do you think it is?” Yuuji asked him.

Megumi sighed. “It’s-”

Panda whipped his head up, ears twitching, everyone falling silent. They strained their human ears and soon heard footsteps on the gravel coming towards them. Without warning a stick came hurtling at Maki’s head with deadly accuracy who froze before quickly cutting it in half, the pieces gliding past her head before the others could even blink.

“You’ve certainly improved Maki!” A happy voice spoke. Soon they saw a small woman with hands in pockets walking up the stone steps with a grin. “Yo yo yo,” you greeted.

“(y/n)!” Nobara and Yuuji gulped at Maki with, wondering how she would react to the attack. “How was my form? Was it alright?”

“Pretty good, pretty good,” you laughed, “I personally would have just side stepped to dodge it to retain some energy. But if you’re going to counter, I’d suggest putting your front leg a little more forward to help with your balance, but I’m sure you already knew that.” Offering Maki a knowing grin. “You reacted much faster than you did last time though that’s for sure. You’ll definitely have the Zenins kissing your ass in no time.”

Maki nodded sharply with the compliment and Nobara couldn’t help but notice the smile she was trying to keep down to remain in her collected self.

You looked over to Megumi who begrudgingly stepped forward to say hello, but the twitching corners of his mouth said otherwise. You gave him the ritual hair ruffle which he leant down into, knowing you had missed being able to reach down to tiny child Megumi to bother him whenever you wanted, but he still indulged in your methods of affection.

“You keep getting taller what a pain,” you whined.

“It is what happens when children reach puberty,” Megumi deadpanned.

“Beside the point,” you replied with the dismissive wave of a hand. “It’s of personal offense to me.”

You looked over to the other two first years blankly, taking them in, analysing their builds and posture. They gulped nervously under your critical stare. “Ah you two must be nail girl and Sakuna’s vessel, Nobara and Yuuji, right?” You smiled, disarming their defensive walls, nodding. “Nice to meet you! I’ll be coming up here a bit more to help teach now and then so I’ll get to know you two well soon.”

They beamed and you couldn’t help but feel your heart warm at the positivity that still remained in young sorcerers. Too many let their immaturity and childlike wonder, and frankly the happy and fun side of themselves, behind as soon as they realised how the world really was for shamans, you included, but the younger generation always gave you a kick in the gut to force you to remember. An unintended gesture that was greatly appreciated.

“But anyway,” you said, dropping you smile and sighing melodramatically. “Where’s the dipshit?”

“Who-?” Nobara and Yuuji started.

“Over by the track field,” Maki said, the other second years and Megumi pointing with her.

“Coolio,” you acknowledged and stuck your hands back in your pockets and started to walk towards the field before you heard Maki speak.

“Speaking of… Gojo,” she began, “Is it true he has a girlfriend?”

You would have laughed at the question had it not been so shocking to you that the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. You glanced over to Megumi who had obviously not told them yet, who just looked at you with so much resentment for having indirectly causing what must have been a very long conversation before you arrived.

You looked back to Maki. “He does yeah… why do you ask?”

“Well, we’ve been wondering who it is, is she a sorcerer?”

You nodded.

“Someone we know?”

You nodded again, trying not to let the slowly rising smile read on your face.

“Well…” Maki huffed, “Who is it?”

You raised your fingers to your lips and feigned zipping them closed. “I’ve been sworn to upmost secrecy,” which was just entirely untrue but kept it much more fun.

“But you’re smart I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Maki nodded, absolutely defeated as you waved goodbye and headed to the track.

It didn’t take long to find him, his overwhelming aura hit you before his slender hands covered your eyes from behind. “Guess who!”

“I couldn’t even begin to guess, maybe my ex I still have feelings for, I would probably break up with my boyfriend for him, he’s very annoying.”

“You ass,” he replied taking his hands off which you just laughed at. “Your ex is a fucking asshole.”

“That fact is written across the universe in holy star dust.”

You finally took a good look at him, his stature towering over you as always, but always bringing the feeling of being safe like under a shelter in the rain instead of any kind of looming threat height can give you. You made eye contact through his black blindfold and couldn’t help but wish it was the old days where he wore his glasses so you could see his eyes more clearly, but then again, the old days didn’t only offer happy memories, it was why you were here in the first place.

The gang peered at you two from behind the bushes, watching every excruciating detail they could pick up from the interactions.

“Nothing too out of the normal yet,” Maki breathed, “That’s just ordinary friend things yeah? Yeah?” she questioned Nobara who nodded enthusiastically. Though the younger girl couldn’t help but notice the affection in your look at him, or the way her teacher’s body seemed to soften and let his usually unnoticeable guard down.

You sat down on the large concrete steps together, close enough to feel each other’s warmth. You two looked to the sky and watched as birds passed in a group of four, gliding through the air with no need to need flap their wings.

“How are you?” You asked.

“Straight to the point huh?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little but stayed silent for him to answer.

“I mean, it’s the same as every year isn’t it?”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

The events of last year still haunted you, and Satoru too, even though he was much better at hiding it. The two of you walking up to Suguru’s dying self, his hand clutched on his bleeding stomach as the two of you were just standing in shock, staring at the man that used to be your guys’ best friend. Satoru being the one to do the finishing blow because you were too much of a mess to do it. Gojo Satoru is good at hiding things, but those who knew him well enough knew sometimes the cracks were visible in his perfect façade.

He sighed. “You need to stop being right all the time, it gets frustrating.”

You chuckled and bumped your shoulder into his, internally grinning at his infinity being turned off for you even though it was nothing new. You took the opportunity to rest you head on his shoulder as the two of you looked up into the sky again in silence. Just taking in the slow heartbeat you could hear.

It was a few minutes before it was broken again.

“It feels weird to still feel like celebrating the birthday of a person I don’t know anymore, let alone of a person I killed,” he said honestly. “Like how is the engrained feeling of an arbitrary date that I properly celebrated only three times only mean more to me than it did back then when there’s no way to repeat the happiness of unaware teenagers.”

You hummed quietly, indulging him in his thoughts that you too felt. “I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry I made you do it,” I said, “He was your best friend.”

“And he was yours too, I wasn’t going to make you put a childhood friend down like a dog.”

You nodded into his shoulder, going quiet. He looked down at you and you couldn’t help yourself but reach up to touch his blindfold. He didn’t resist and sat quietly as you raised it so you could see his eyes. Little, almost microscopic droplets, detailed his under eyelashes. You gave him a small smile which he returned with his own as you brushed his eyes gently. He grabbed your hand delicately and kissed the fingers tips one at a time while you watched with total calm and comfort taking over your body, snuggling closer into the crook of his neck.

The group watched in tight tension as they spied on the scene before them. Maki looked like she was going to rip out the bush, roots and all, with the way she was gripping onto the small branches like a lifeline.

“It was probably just something very personal, and because they are good friends they feel comfortable doing that, yes that’s it. And the “I love you” over the phone must have been a joke or said in a platonic way. Yeah, that’s it.” Maki said, springing off all the close enough to realistic conspiracy theories in her head.

No one had the heart to tell her what was plainly obvious, nor the bones strong enough to deal with her disagreement.

You didn’t need to say it, he already knew, but you said it anyway. “I missed you,” you said quietly, “Going abroad sucks.”

“You really need to look at the sweet shops there and pick up some souvenirs.”

“Sweets don’t numb things for everyone,” you laughed, “Sometimes food can’t replace people.” You grabbed onto his hand and laced it in yours, his huge hand enveloping yours like a little protector.

“Did you get hurt?” he whispered; he knew you were fully capable to come from most missions entirely unscathed, but it didn’t stop the worry. People he cared about going to missions alone had left many scars in varying forms.

“I’m alright, just a few bruises here and there mainly by my own hand, no biggie.”

He nodded, happy with the answer.

He stroked his thumb over the back of your hand, leaning his head onto yours. “I love you,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear over the subtle wind.

You squeezed his hand. You’d never been good at words, stumbling over what you’re really trying to say without saying it outright, even if you already knew what you were meant to say, especially when it came time for vulnerable things, but Satoru knew that better than anyone. So, you felt his face widen into a smile.

He squeezed your hand back.

He looked down at you again, taking his blindfold off so you could admire the now rarer sight of his eyes. There was no other way to describe his eyes than beautiful. Their blues captivated you like a ship barely staying afloat in a storming ocean, barely surviving, only at the sea’s mercy. Many were terrified of them, they were whispered about among shamans young and old, and to be fair they held power. Power unattainable except for those lucky few that inherited it. But to you it had always felt like it was the eyes that inherited Gojo Satoru. It was Gojo Satoru that really made them powerful along with infinity, no one had ever come close, and it was doubtful anyone ever will, even if he thought he was raising students that he wanted to be better than him. At the very least it was definitely a high bar to beat. But when it was you, and just him, just Satoru, together, it was not the power you yielded to. It was the fact that it was Satoru, the boy and now man you had fallen in love with and who had allowed himself to fall down to fall in love with you. When you looked into the sea of blue that seemed forever changing, the only word you could use to actually describe them was Satoru.

You rose your head to meet with his lips softly, giving him a sweet kiss that made his mouth upturn into a smile. And to be fair half of it was definitely because of the group of students that were losing their minds behind a bush right now, but the other half you happily knew was because of you.

Gojo Satoru may be an egotistical, immature man child who thinks dick jokes are the height of humour sometimes, okay maybe a bit more than sometimes. But he was Gojo Satoru, the most imperfect perfect person you’d ever met, and you would stay by his side until you parted from the world, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long to find him in the next.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years ago

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Paper Bag (Request)

MCU Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hope i am not bothering you but can i request one of avengers cast x teen!reader,where the reader gets acne and they think their ugly so they put a paperbag over their face but the cast notices and they ask them what's wrong and the reader removes their bag and say that they are ugly but the cast is like its normal to have it and you're beautiful.

Warnings: insecurity, self hatred, body hate, language

(A/N): berlin was AWESOME. i slept the ENTIRETY of yesterday so today i will post as well as tomorrow and monday too! enjoy the fics (hopefully) :D

You’d been in Marvel movies as a returning character for years. Your character was growing up, just as you were, and you loved every moment spent with the cast. They’d known you since you were about 6, and your bond with them was as real as could be.

Knowing them all for so long, you’d been able to tell them most of your problems. The early problems with fame, love troubles, friendship drama, and general weird thinking about the world. They had in many ways raised you.

But there was one thing - something that brought such a dark shadow of shame over you, so maddening and humiliating you’d never ever told them. You were insecure about how you looked.

It was ridiculous. I mean, you’d always kind of disliked your body type, and as you grew, you wished you had certain other features. Some of the insecurity came with fame, but the root of it just always seemed to have been there.

That’s why when you looked in the mirror to see your first pimple, your reaction was not as simple as being bummed out. You felt disgusting. So disgusting, in fact, you stayed in your trailer and cried and cried and cried, and eventually covered your mirrors, because the reflection you saw was an evil taunt. It told you that you were ugly.

But the mirrors being covered didn’t help. You couldn’t feel comfortable with the cast anymore, not knowing a bright red pimple adorned your usually untouched forehead. Not knowing you looked so stupid. Your mood was ruined, and your reflection was seemingly everywhere to bully you.

It reflected you on smooth surfaces, like counters and shelves, in glass and in bathroom mirrors. You cried each time you were reminded of your frank ugliness. It only worsened when you got several more pimples, and you felt yourself scrambling to fix everything, to stop the taunting that was so constant in your brain.

The moment you pulled the paper bag over your head, it stopped. You were anonymous again. No fame, no beauty, no ugliness. Anonymity was a superpower.

The first time you wore it, you only wore it at home, and then struggled the rest of the day with your crippling self hatred. After two days of this, you couldn’t resist it. Wearing it to work. You knew it looked weird, but you just wanted so, so desperately to feel comfortable again.

“Woah, who’s that?” Anthony asked as you walked onto set that morning, paper bag resting on your shoulders, and three holes (two eyes, one mouth) cut into it.

“It’s me,” you said curtly. It was a fair group of people you had accidentally run into. Anthony, Scarlett, Sebastian, Chris (Evans), and Elizabeth sat in the break room where you were trying to get some coffee in. You wanted to avoid everyone as long as possible. You knew your actions would raise questions (questions you really did not want to answer), so you’d planned to not speak to anyone outside of the filming. You would take it off in front of the camera, and then grab it as soon as possible, to minimise the agony and self hatred that had caused it in the first place.

“Y/n? Why are you wearing a paper bag?” Scarlett’s joking tone signalled she (and probably the others too) thought it was a joke of sorts. A prank, maybe. You ignored her question and put a mug beneath the dispenser, pressing a couple of buttons. Coffee was dispensed. You waited silently.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian called from the couch.

“Yep.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. You just wanted to leave. If only wearing a paper bag everywhere was socially acceptable.

“What’s with the paper bag, sweetheart?” Elizabeth asked worriedly. They had probably realised by now, that it was more than just a practical joke. You panicked.

“I’m doing a.. It’s an experiment.. For school,” you lied. You went to pick up your mug, but, regretfully, you realised your hand was shaking. A lot. In fact, your entire body was shaking a little bit. They were just a little bit too close to the truth. To the shame.

You grabbed the mug and took it, backing out to exit the room, but you went to quick, hand slipping, and the mug as well as its contents spilled out onto the floor. The mug shattered and the hot, brown liquid flooded the floor.

“Hey-” a hand found your shoulder, making you jump away and shriek. The paper bag rattled at the motion. It was Chris who’d walked up to you (very stealthily, may I add) and was now looking at you with those concerned blue eyes. “Are you okay, N/n? What’s wrong?”

The mug was shattered. The coffee was on the floor. You had pimples on your forehead and you couldn’t stand yourself. You started crying.

Silently crying, but visibly shaking, you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor, grasping your head through the paper bag in agony. You hated yourself. It was such a loud feeling.

“Y/n..” you heard Chris mumble, squatting down next to you and stroking your back. The shuffling of feet came closer, until the cast was standing next to you. The paper bag rattled once more, as this time, you took it off.

“I’m so ugly. I’m so ugly, Chris, I can’t stand myself,” you sobbed, now audibly, tears running down your face and some dripping into the spilt coffee. You saw your reflection in the liquid, and shame overtook you once more. “I’m so ugly-”

“Stop. No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve got- I’ve got pimples on my face and I-” you croaked, but broke off into a sob once more.

“Hang on, is this about pimples?” Sebastian intercepted, stepping forward. You shook your head.

“No.. Well, yeah. But it’s just.. Everything. I always hated how I looked, and I.. This just made it worse, I guess..”

“Oh, sweetie..” Scarlett mumbled, as both her and Elizabeth pulled you up form the wetted floor, and into a hug. They rubbed your back and squeezed you tight.

“You’re such a stunning young person, N/n. In every way. And pimples! They’re the most natural thing on the planet. I had pimples, Scarlett had pimples, Sebastian, Chris, Anthony! We’ve all had it,” Elizabeth said, as your raking sobs turned to sniffles in the ladies’ warm embraces. You nodded into her shoulder.

“Please, believe me, N/n, when I say that you’re one of the most gorgeous humans I’ve ever encountered. Inside and out,” Scarlett’s voice had never seemed as comforting as then.

“For the record, we don’t think you’re ugly either. You’re the definition of beautiful. I’d let my kids date you. And that’s a huge compliment!” Anthony jumped in, semi-jokingly, but gaze as serious as could be.

You wheezed a laugh. The pimples, that previously had seemed as bright and glowing as Rudolph’s red nose, seemed less significant now. Actually, you realised you’d never felt as comfortable as you did then. The insecurity that had had so many ties over you, had been cut loose. You were free and floating.

You almost felt stupid for not telling them sooner. The confidence you felt, was something you’d never gotten to experience.

You pulled away form Elizabeth and Scarlett, smiling and wiping your eyes.

“Thank you, guys. I’m sorry for being so dramatic,” you giggled now, face puffy and cried-out, but still you felt beautiful.

“Hey, no. You weren’t being dramatic. You were struggling with something and we helped you. Simple as that,” Sebastian said, ruffling your hair and smiling encouragingly.

“And don’t hesitate to tell any of us, if you feel like this again. We will jump to comfort you at any time of the day,” Chris added, patting your shoulder. You wiped your eyes once more, smiling like a dork.

“Can I get a hug?” you asked.

They hugged you, and you felt so loved and beautiful. You truly had somewhere, you thought, that you could always tell anyone anything. You had something so incredible. You had a family.

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cognacdelights · 4 years ago

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crying lightning [1]

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crying lightning by arctic monkeys

summary: after being caught stealing from the local liquor store, things get heated between indie routledge and her at-a-loss, older brother, forcing her to seek refuge in her brother’s best friend.

warnings: angst. cursing. drug use.

“Get your hands off me, you big oaf,” her disgruntled voice sounded throughout the over-grown yard, accompanied by the heavy pounding of her defiant footsteps against the dirt-covered driveway. An embittered, obnoxious groan surpassed her cherry-flavoured lips as she struggled to free her petite frame from the burly, bearded man’s grasp. With his clumsy, paw-like hand firmly clutching at the collar of her over-sized, denim jacket, he forced her flailing limbs towards the front porch.

“Woah,” John B acknowledged the presence of both his wayward, tearaway sister and the enraged, unshaven man, as he appeared in the open doorway - Sarah’s half-naked silhouette appearing behind his squared-off shoulder, “what’s going on? Let her go, man.” After negligently guiding her up the several uneven stairs, he released the youthful girl from his strong clasp - thrusting her dainty silhouette, rather forcibly, towards her older brother. Her worn combat boots stumbled slightly as she found her feet once again, before adjusting her denim jacket and regaining her infamous defensive posture. John B stepped forward instinctively - creating a barrier between his troublesome sister and the clearly aggravated man before him.

“Caught her stealing bottles of cider from my store,” the tall, broad-shouldered man informed, “and now she’s refusing to pay for the damaged stock.” With an angered expression contorting his wrinkled, sour features, he crossed his jacked-up, muscular arms across his chest.

“I’m not going to pay for something that I can’t have,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, rolling her eyes sanctimoniously. She too folded her denim-adorning arms across her chest in a resistive display of defiance - refusing to back down against the store owner. A churlish scowl painted itself across her fresh, make-up-less face as her dark eyes clouded over with resentment. A slither of her animosity stemmed from the fact that she had been caught; she had watched both her brother and JJ partaking in the five-finger discount on many occasions, and never once had they been apprehended - yet she had. It was more a pride thing than anything, she was embarrassed that she had been caught.

“You damaged it, you pay for it. Unless you want me to call up Sherrif Peterkin and tell her all about your klepto tendencies?” the red-faced store owner challenged - evidently aware of the Routledge siblings lack of parental guardian. Whilst the siblings may argue differently, the bearded liquor store owner had awarded some form of leniency to the girl as it was; he could have just called Sheriff Peterkin in the first place, and he probably should have, but he knew the consequences of involving the police for the both of them. After all, everybody knew each other’s business in the Outer Banks.

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll tell her all about how I only dropped the bottles because you tried to grab me. Like touching sixteen year old girls, do you, huh?” she continued her angst-filled verbal tirade, earning an amused chuckle from the blonde-haired boy residing on the beat-up, old sofa.

“Shut up, you,” John B warned her in a deep, solemn tone - turning his head to peer momentarily over his shoulder as he pointed his index finger at his loud-mouthed sister. His sun-soaked, caramel complexion was devoid of expression as his intense mahogany eyes glared into her, willing her with all his might into submission just this once. A displeased pout graced her peach-toned lips at the harshness of his tone. “We don’t need to get Sheriff Peterkin involved - I’m sure this was just a misunderstanding. I’ll pay for the damaged stock. How much does she owe?”

“$20 for the cider and $60 for the display stand,” the brawny man stated, seemingly less enraged at the confirmation he would receive compensation for the damage that the unruly Routledge girl had caused. His confrontational demeanour softened as his shoulders relaxed, appearing to be much more reasonable. His concentrated, beady eyes observed as the eldest of the Routledge siblings fished around in the pockets of his light-wash denim jeans.

“Here, $30, that’s all I got,” pulling the crumpled bank notes from the depths of his back left pocket, he promptly surveyed their value, before placing them in the store owner’s outstretched hand. An apologetic half-smile tugged his lips upwards as he acknowledged the significant deficit between the cost of the damage she had caused, and the amount which he could muster up.

“I’ve got $20,” the smoke-laced, husky voice of JJ interjected the conversation. Pushing his hips upwards in an attempt to gain access to the full depths of his cargo shorts pockets, his large hand delved into the fabric pouch as he retrieved the twenty-dollar bill. Reaching over the battered arm of the sofa, he nonchalantly placed the scrunched up bill into John B’s hand - who proceeded to forward the note into unnaturally muscular man’s grasp.

“Close enough, right?” John B questioned, optimism evident within his words as he attempted to smooth over his younger sister’s venomous words from before, “we can just forget that this ever happened, no need to call the police over a few bottles of cider.”

“I don’t want to see her in my store again,” the man told John B, his voice stern and unforgiving. A caustic, surly smirk etched itself into her youthful features as she took both her index and middle fingers - haughtily saluting them at the liquor store owner. The bald-headed, bearded man refused to rise to her childish mannerisms, simply turning on the heel of his tattered Birkenstock’s and making his way back down the dirt-covered driveway.

Letting out a heavy huff of air from her lungs, the petite girl threw herself onto the sun-faded cushions of the sofa - her fishnet-stocking-clad legs draping themselves across the lap of her brother’s best friend. Since her father’s disappearance almost a year prior, the raucous, blonde-haired boy had become a part of their dwindling family. She found herself accepting his increased presence - mainly because he seemed to be on her side the majority of the time, understanding her grief. She was more than comfortable around him, and often relying upon his reassuring, alleviating company to settle the many heated arguments that had erupted between her and her brother. Sadly, their father’s probable death hadn’t brought them as close it should have done; their relationship was still delicately fragile at the best of times.

“He may have got my cider, but at least he didn’t get my twinkie,” a devilish, wicked grin engulfed her immature features - as her dainty, onyx-painted fingertips retrieved the small childrens snack from the concealed, inside pocket of her denim jacket. JJ let out an entertained chuckle at her juvenile words, the corners of his chapped, rose-tinted lips pulling upwards into an adoring smile.

“No, not my twinkie!” she exclaimed in her usual, dramatic tone as the shaggy-haired blonde couldn’t resist swiftly stealing the finger-shaped sponge snack from her un-expecting grasp. In one hasty, nimble motion he had ripped the corner of the transparent packaging open and had carelessly discarded it on the old, rotted decking floor. As he prepared to devour the infamous childrens snack in one whole bite, his hazy, cerulean eyes peered to his left. Two wide, pleading doe eyes stared back, accompanied by a brooding, sulky pout; the one thing - well, two - he just couldn’t resist. With the strings of his heart well and truly plucked, JJ opted to take a nibble instead before handing it back to the frowning girl beside him. A content, satisfied smile replaced her glowering expression as she rested her head against his muscular shoulder - twinkie in hand as she took small, pleasureful bites.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” the furious voice of John B consumed the porch, a sullen, sombre expression contorting his chiselled features, “If he calls Peterkin, we’re done for. She’ll call DCS and we’ll be hauled off to foster care on the mainland.” His mocha eyes had clouded over - and appeared almost sable under the veiled shade of the porch. The prominent vein in his neck began pulsating as his blood pressure began to rise - the realisation of the consequences of her thoughtless actions plaguing his mind. To say that he was livid was an understatement.

“It’s not like you lot don’t do it,” she casually shrugged a response, disregarding her brother’s fears. She couldn’t even acknowledge his anger by meeting his disappointed gaze - instead, she simply licked the sugar-laced crumbs off her fingers. Of course, she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation - after all, she was merely an immature juvenile. John B had done his best to take the weight of their unfortunate circumstances on his own shoulders and shield his younger sister from the troubles of a world without a parental guardian. However, in doing so, he had made her blindly ignorant to the consequences of her behaviour.

“We don’t get caught,” JJ’s gruff, low voice chimed into the conversation. He typically found himself advocating for the younger, troublesome tearaway; however, this time, he couldn’t excuse her careless, reckless behaviour. Even he had to admit that what she had done was more than irresponsible - and that was before addressing the way in which she had handled the situation. She had, to put things more plainly, fucked up.

“Just...” her at-a-loss brother struggled to find his words, completely at wits’ end with how to keep a handle on his wayward sister, “go to your room.”

She couldn’t help the resounding snort which exited her airways, nor could she restrain the obnoxiously amused snicker which surpassed her soft, full lips, “what, am I grounded now too, Dad?” Surly sarcasm was her defense mechanism - and boy was she not afraid to deploy it; she practically wore it daily as her armour. The youngest of the Routledge siblings was pushing her elder brother - perhaps, more than she realised.

“Yeah, actually, you are. Until you turn eighteen because then you’re not my fucking problem anymore,” John B spat in response, his temper precariously reaching the level of which he could no longer control. The dark-haired boy shook his head in disapproval of his sanctimonious younger sister, deciding to remove himself from their sour argument before he uttered words which he would be unable to take back. He retreated back into the neutrality of the kitchen - allowing Sarah to calm his seething body like the dutiful girlfriend she was. She, on the other hand, curled her dainty legs beneath her slim body, nestling herself further into JJ’s side, tensely coiling her arms around his bulging biceps.

Half an hour had passed since they had allowed a comfortable silence to engulf them. She remained grasping onto the naturally acquired brawn of his upper arm as her somewhat blurred vision fixated on his meaty, bear-like hands. His ring-clad fingers were expertly filling the rolling paper with as much weed as it could sustain, before running his wet tongue along the edge fo the thin, flimsy paper and proceeding to shape his creation into the signature joint shape. Then, he began the process all over again.

She was the first one to surrender in their now suffocating silence - an involuntary sniffle filling the humid, salt-laced air. In one abrupt motion, she reached up to wipe away the rogue tear which had escaped the rigid confines of her waterline. Their lack of conversation had forced the girl to think about what her brother had said; the words of her only remaining family member anticipating the day when she no longer had to be associated with him tore through her mind like a twister. He had hurt her - in fact, he had hurt her a lot - and she didn’t know how to process the emotions. She had hoped that JJ hadn’t noticed, being reluctant to admit that her impeccable armour had been tainted so easily, however his quick, sapphire eyes had fell upon her almost instantly upon hearing her quiet, feeble whimper. As gently as he could manage, he nudged her resting head with his shoulder - reminding her that he was there.

“So, cider, huh?” he questioned following her continuing silence, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere that encompassed them. She responded with a mere nod - afraid that if she were to allow any words to surpass her peach lips that they would falter, and give away her disheartened mood. Placing one of his perfectly rolled masterpieces between his lips, JJ fiddled with his Zippo lighter, running his thumb against the clasp to produce a flame. He brought the flickering glint to the end of his joint, inhaling until he saw the welcomed glow of the ignited marijuana. “Nice taste, Squirt,” he curled his large fist loosely, encouraging her to follow suit, as the nickname she violently loathed rolled effortlessly off his tongue. She did, softly tapping her knuckles against his.

“Don’t encourage her,” the austere, stringent voice of John B travelled from the kitchen - overhearing his best friend’s praising words through the open window above the pair. Evidently, he was still infuriated.

“I hate him,” she proclaimed loudly, intending on her brother hearing; she yearned to hurt him the way he had hurt her. Lifting her head from the comfort of JJ’s shoulder, her dainty, jett-painted fingertips grasped the joint. She hesitated slightly before bringing the over-stuffed joint to her lips - inhaling deeply, allowing the weed-laced toxins to fill her lungs before eventually exhaling.

“No you don’t,” JJ responded. His voice was soft and tender, as he brushed the stray, unruly baby hairs from obstructing her fresh, make-up-less face. Taking back his beautifully crafted joint, he placed the tasteless paper between his lips - taking a long, deep drag himself. The roll-up settled between his fingertips as his concern-filled eyes remained on the girl beside him.

“Yes I do,” she protested, insistent on her earlier proclamation. She leaned her toned, athletic body forward ever so slightly in an attempt to retrieve the joint back from his possession - however, his reflexes were still in tact as he lifted his hand from her limited reach, denying her anymore of his special blend. She was infamous for not being able to handle her weed, and with the overly generous amount he had stuffed into his current smoke, JJ did not want to be responsible for any further trouble. She let out a dissatisfied huff before returning to the comfort of his side, her arms snaking themselves around his prominent muscles once again.

“Will you stay tonight?” her voice was small as her innocent-looking doe eyes peered upwards at the older blonde, “he’s going to be in disappointed Dad mode all night and I don’t want to hideout in my room until the morning. The boys are coming back from Casa Amor tonight on Love Island and I need to know if Callum picks Shaughna or one of the new girls.”

“So I have to stay just because you want to watch some shitty reality tv programme?” he clarified with a low chuckle. She nodded her head in a matter-of-fact manner, her red, puffy doe eyes still refusing to allow him to stand his ground. “If I must,” he obliged, “but you have to apologise for being a brat.”

“This is bribery,” her notorious, gloomy pout once again etched itself into the foundations of her sun-soaked features as she sulked at his response, “and I’m not a brat.”

“Off you go, Squirt,” JJ lightly patted his warm, calloused palm against the netted material that covered her legs - bringing the dwindling joint back up to his chapped lips.

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realcube · 4 years ago

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summary ★ she needs to get the action figure that's in the claw machine for her sister’s birthday, so saiki does her the favour of using his a telekinesis to win it...along with a few other favours.

trigger warning ★ gambling, god, swearing, fem!reader & reader has a younger sister

construction on the new arcade near pk academy had finally come to an end. the grand opening was today after school so of course, nendou suggested that they attend as a squad. usually, saiki tried to avoid getting roped into outings like this but for a change, he actually agreed without the need for any further prying. that's because the arcade was attached to a small cinema where they'd be premiering the latest action movie — based on the TV show adaptation of the game — 'Olfana's Story X-2'. as it turns out, a few months after saiki gave the game a shot, it became a craze and a massive hit among speed-runners. so from it's new-found popularity, they developed a TV show series which inevitably flopped so now they have created a movie. only the most elite people among the gaming community were allow to see it before the official release date and they all said it was incredible; but there was not a doubt in saiki's mind that they were being paid to sing it's praise. a crappy game turned into a crappy show, now adapted into a movie was sure to be crappy. so you may be wondering why he even wanted to view the movie if he was set on it being awful. Well, there are two simple answers; curiosity and the mystery. since it was so exclusive, he had yet to overhear spoilers through his telekinesis and he now had a germanium ring in his possession so he could watch the movie in peace. also, having played the game but not seen the show, he was curious to see how bad the movie is going to be and perhaps he'd be able to get a good laugh out of it. but he made the mistake of mentioning his plan to see the movie which screened a few hours after the opening of the arcade, as now kuboyasu, nendou and kaidou were all going to see the movie along with him. In theory, it shouldn't be a problem since he'll have his germanium ring on but in practise, the world seems to be against saiki so one of his friends will probably end up stealing his popcorn or chatting throughout the entire movie. he'll just have to wait and see. kaidou and nendou did not even stop to take breaths as they raced on about how excited they were while they were all walking to the arcade. "i'm sure the movie is going to be sick!" kaidou exclaimed, followed by rapid head nods from nendou as he replied, "yup! And i can't wait to see what sort of games they have!" saiki was a bit excited himself but he didn't care to show it like the others did. but when he saw the vaporwave building covered with bright neon lights come into view, his lips curled into a small smile. though it was short-lived as he noticed the massive queue to get in; it appeared as though they weren't the only ones who had the idea to visit the arcade after school as he noticed many familiar faces standing in line, amongst crowds of others. all of their cheery auras dissipated for a few moments until kuboyasu perked up, approaching the doors to the arcade with a smug smirk, cutting in front of everyone in the line and gesturing for the boys to follow him, "don't worry about the queue, guys. follow me." nendou followed without any further questions but saiki and kaidou were a bit apprehensive. all three of them watched as kuboyasu stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the guard by one of the doors, muttering something in the man's ear, causing him to sweatdrop and hesitantly open the door with a shaky smile; allowing all four of them inside. "woah, that was awesome, aren!" kaidou yelled, not only out of awe but so he could be heard over all the cheering, laughing and game noises from inside the arcade. "yeah, that was so cool! but what did you say to that guy? he looked freaked out!" nendou inquired, surprising saiki with his actually intelligent observation. kuboyasu's hand found it's way behind his neck, rubbing it awkwardly as he chuckled, "oh, nothing! it's not important-- hey! how about you guys start playing your games and i'll go get the tickets we reserved, yeah?" "yeah!" kaidou and nendou cheered in unison, high-fiving the purple-haired boy before the all ran off in different directions, leaving saiki standing alone at the entrance. he fidgeted with his germanium ring, contemplating taking it off as he stared at kuboyasu; he really wanted to know what the teen boy could've said that'd incite such fear into a grown man, but he decided against it — merrily making his way towards the claw machines, leaving kuboyasu's secrets alone. ★★★★★★★★★★ "shit." he cursed under his breath as he watched the cyborg cider man plushie that he's been trying to win — for yuuta — for half an hour straight slip out of his grasp once again. 'these things are rigged. and what's the point in having psychic superpowers if i can't use them.' he thought to himself but had to quickly shake off the idea, as there was no way he could risk using his powers in such a crowded place, especially for a plush that wasn't even for himself but rather for an annoying kid. he sighed, slipping another coin into the slot and about to find the right state of mind until he heard a loud "fuck!" from in front of him. his head jerked up, scanning the area for the source of the noise until his eyes landed on you. the claw machines were lined up, back-to-back, and playing on the machine diagonal from him was a girl with enchanting (e/c) eyes which contrasted greatly with her disheartened expression as she stared at the box. the only emotion she wore was sadness as she stared at the machine, so out of curiosity, saiki slipped off his ring in order to read her thoughts; feeling no guilt in listening to the affairs of a complete stranger. 'c'mon, stupid claw machine, i need this!' your silky yet whiny voice rung through his mind, 'what's she gonna think about me tomorrow when i tell her that i couldn't get her the gift she's wanted? she's gonna hate me- even more than she already does. and now i've spent all my money on this silly game so i can't even try get her a crappy gift with the little money i had. Wow, (y/n), you're the worst big sister in existence.' saiki cocked his head to the side, peering through the glass of the machines to see the contents of the claw machine you were standing in front of and when he saw the limited edition, silver cyborg cider man action figure sitting on a pedestal — almost as if it was taunting the poor girl — he finally connected the dots. your hand dug through your pockets until you found the smooth metal surface of your final coin, 'just once more try. if i win her this action figure, maybe she'll finally respect me as her big sister! and this toy will surely make her more happy than any gift mom could've possibly thought of. i'll make her sixth birthday one to remember!' the dejected look on your face slow lifted into a determined one, but it wasn't very convincing as saiki — and anyone else — could see the worry and shame in your eyes as you dropped your last coin into the slot of the machine, giving you one more chance to redeem yourself and claim the title of 'best big sister in the world'. saiki watched you maneuver the claw of the machine with bated breath, admiring how your pretty nose crinkled and your tongue poked out from the corners of your perfectly glossed lips in concentration — 'ew, stop being a simp, kusuo.' he mentally rebuked himself before engaging with your scene one again. your fist slammed down against the big red button, followed by the claw opening and lowering over the box of the cyborg cider man action figure, slowly closing it's jaws around the box and grasping it perfectly, resulting in a slight gasp to escape your throat as your lips pulled into a grin. the claw kept it's grip in the toy as it lifted up, slowly making it's way over the hole where it would drop the action figure, straight into your possession. that is, if the grip didn't falter hence allowing the toy to fall down, off it's pedestal and onto the bottom of the compartment to join the rest of the more average action figures. "fuck!" you screamed in an almost identical way to which you did earlier, expect this one held more pain. 'this can't be happening; is this the third year in a row that i'm going to show up to my little sister's birthday party empty-handed?' you thought, your bottom lips quivering so you quickly bit down on it, staring at the damned toy before turning on your heels, shuffling away from the game with your head hung low, the thoughts which cried in your head about how much you budgeted and how hard you worked made saiki's heart sink. 'maybe i could take out a mortga--' your thoughts were abruptly cut off when you heard the noise of something falling behind you. whipping your head around to see what happened, you exhaled a sigh of relief upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary. however, you caught a glimpse of inside the machine which you had been cursing at and realised that the toy wasn't with the packaging peanuts where you left it, as if it magically disappeared in the few seconds you had averted your gaze. creeping up to it, your gaze darted around in search of anyone who might've won it in less than 5 seconds but that was unlikely. now that you were closer, you peered through the glass once more to confirm that the toy was in fact missing and you were right. recalling the noise of falling you heard just before you turned around, you dropped to your knees and lifted the flap to the compartment which held the good that people would win from the machine. you almost screamed with delight and shock when you laid eyes on the limited edition, cyborg cider man action figure that was tucked snugly inside. yanking it out, you pressed it to your chest and the tears you were choking back finally came running down your cheeks, but now they were from joy. "thank you, god." you whispered to yourself, making saiki chuckle from his spot at the claw machine which he hadn't moved from. he wasn't god — nor was he friends with god — but he didn't mind not being able to take the credit for his kind actions of using his psychokinesis to drop the box into the hole for you. honestly, he found that seeing you happy, sitting on the floor with brightest beam gracing your features along with your now cheerful thoughts in his head, was enough of a reward for him anyway. also, he appreciated how you didn't question how the box ended up in the hole and instead you just deemed it a miracle as you were too overjoyed to use logic; that sort of thinking saved saiki a lot of trouble. 'i should probably go home and wrap this.' your internal monologue had now calmed down slightly as you were now able to produce a thought that wasn't just a squeal of delight, 'hm, maybe once i am done i could come back and see the new movie that's premiering-- but i've not got much money left so i guess i shouldn't get ahead of myself.' you hummed, picking up the box along with yourself, dusting yourself off before heading towards the exit. saiki must've been staring for a tad too long though as you caught his gaze while brushing off your clothes. he cringed, instinctively darting his eyes away so you didn't think he was an ogling creep but the fact he appeared defensive probably didn't help. so he fully expected you to frown or cast him a dirty look, judging him for his actions but to his surprise, you simply chuckled. waving at the pink-haired boy before strolling off with the box under your arm. 'he seems cool. where i can get clips like those?' why were you thoughts making him blush like an idiot? time to put the germanium ring back on. ★★★★★★★★★★ as it turns out, nendou is surprisingly good at poker. he figured this out after he stumbled across the casino section of the arcade, and since he looks way older than seventeen, nobody questions it when he took a seat at one of the slot machines, under the impression that it was a fancy, old-timey arcade game. he was then offered a round of poker with some old dude with way too many gold teeth and nendou ended up taking the poor, stubborn guy's entire fortune. god-knows how many games with how-many people later, nendou was sitting on stacks of cash at a round table with a tired dealer, and two grown men — one crying into the shoulder of his arm-candy and the other weeping into the sleeve of his suit — while the three boys who had came to give him his ticket stood by, all wearing matching confused expressions. "uh, nendou." kuboyasu tapped his friend on the shoulder, waving the ticket in front of his face, "the movie is gonna start soon, we should start heading over there right now so we can buy snacks and get good seats." nendou raised an eyebrow, puzzled until he recalled that he was supposed to watch a movie today, "oh, that sounds cool and all but i'm having a lot of fun right here." he smiled, motioning to the large casino area. kuboyasu chuckled awkwardly, backing away from nendou slightly as he turned on his heels, ushering the two other boys away, "alright, well, have fun, nendou! don't stay out too late!" nendou sung an okay in response, sliding a kaidou some cash for the extortionate theatre snacks before he was rushed away by kuboyasu, the purple-haried boy not wanting to spend anymore time in the casino than needed. "if nendou isn't joining us for the movie then we have a spare ticket. here, saiki, you should have it!" "why me?" "uh, because you said you saw reita earlier. so if you see him again maybe you could offer him the spare ticket." 'absolutely not.' was vocalised as "sure." by saiki as he took the ticket from kuboyasu's outstretched hand, fiddling with it before stuffing it into his pocket along with his own ticket. "what i said to nendou was kinda an exaggeration" aren mused, glancing at his watch before looking up at his two pals, "we still have some time left before the movie starts. i'm gonna go handle some business — you two have fun, and try find reita!" kuboyasu said before pivoting on his heels in the direction of the staff only closet. the only thing saiki could think to do during this free-time was escape kaidou's pestering to play dance dance revolution — since saiki didn't want to dance, dance or revolute, he darted outside as soon as kuboyasu left, leaving kaidou alone and confused in the middle of the arcade. 'finally, fresh air.' saiki inhaled, filling his lungs with the cool air rather than the stuffy, arcade oxygen. scanning the surrounding area, his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the ATM, which he immediately recognised to be that of the girl he had helped earlier. so naturally, he flicked of his ring to figure out the reasoning behind the awkward look on her face. 'do i really want to withdraw money to see some stupid movie? i mean, i could leave that money to accumulate and buy something nicer later.' without thinking, saiki hummed in agreement with your thoughts as he had been in your position many times before. 'but then again, i should treat myself! when was the last time i saw a movie that wasn't pirated? hmm..' your indecisive thoughts matched perfectly with your conflicted expression as you stared through furrowed brows at the screen of the ATM. a soft breeze passed, followed by something light smacking against you face. you winced slightly, your hand snapping your cheek and grabbing at whatever it was; just by the texture, you could tell it was paper. holding it in front of you, upon further inspection you realised that the mysterious sheet that had flew into your possession was in fact a ticket to tonight's showing of 'Olfana's Story X-2' row G, seat 9. you double, triple checked it out of fear that this may be a cruel prank but no, this was completely real! you cheered, bouncing up and down and away from the ATM since you no longer needed it's services as god had blew the desired item straight into your hands — or your face, rather. either way though, you were over the moon, clutching the ticket to your chest and basking in your second miracle of the day. unbeknownst to you, saiki's smile was almost as wide as your own. you thanked god for your relief and saiki had no problem with that; seeing your little happy dance and squeals with your free ticket was enough for him. but actually, perhaps he might benefit himself after all, since the ticket he had given you previous belonged to nendou. meaning that saiki was seated at row G, seat 10; right beside you. ★★★★★★★★★★ saiki forgot to send a few notes flying your way in the wind, so you walked into the theatre and took your seat, completely snackless since you couldn't afford the exorbitant prices that they sold food for at the cinema. but perhaps that wasn't all bad as it revealed the possibility for saiki to offer you some of his popcorn as a conversation-starter, as he's usually not too good at socialising with new people — forget starting a conversation. however, he didn't need to work up any sort of courage to talk to you as the first thing you did when you plopped down in your seat beside him was turn to him and chirp, "oh, you're the guy i saw at the claw machines earlier! i love your clip thingies." your buoyant-adrenaline allowing your to be more bold than usual. the movie had yet to start, low murmurs of chatter coming from across the theatre as the trailers played in the background, "yes. and thanks." 'good grief, curse myself for not being more talkative. she probably thinks i'm dull now. perhaps i should channel my inner nendou..if i have one.' instead of ending the conversation right there like he assumed you would, you continued talking and saiki was..glad? why did he want to interact with you so much? he spends most of his days trying to avoid interacting with people; why were you any different? "no problem- also, did you get what you were playing for?" you inquired, tapping your lip in genuine curiosity. his ring remained on his finger, despite the fact he wanted to know what you thought about him, he didn't want to invade your privacy any more than he already has. "no. did you?" "yeah, i did, actually!" you chirped, not noticing the smirk creeping onto saiki's lips as you were too engulfed in your memories, "i thought those games were rigged but maybe they're not 'cause i managed to win this super special action figure that my sister has been on the top of my sister's wishlist for like- forever! and her birthday is tomorrow so i'll be a--" you cut yourself off, crinkling your nose in embarrassment, "sorry, i'm over-sharing, aren't i?" your enthusiasm made his heart flutter in a way he wasn't used to, if you didn't know any better, he would have thought he was having a medical emergency. his eyes widened slightly as you halted in your speech, "no, you're fine." he said, the uncharacteristic softness in his voice catching the attention of his two pals sitting on the other side of him. you shook off his comment, "i mean, i'm telling you my life story and i don't even know your name." you said, laughing sheepishly at the reality of the reality of the situation.

“saiki kusuo.” he blurted out without a second thought.

you blinked a few times, shocked that he’d give his details away so easily as you somewhat expected him to be more of a reserved type of guy but evidently, you were wrong. “uh, i’m (l/n) (y/n).” you choked, biting down on your bottom lip slightly before continuing you story as he seemed to wait expectantly, “as i was saying, today’s just been the best day ever! everything has been going so well, i’m a bit scared as to what is going to happen when it hits midnight.”

saiki nodded along, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth before remembering his plan, “oh- would you like some?” he asked, offering you some popcorn from his bucket. unfortunately, the plan was a last-minute thing so he had only bought a small, but he still wasn’t opposed to sharing.

you shook your head, trying to grin foolishly wide at his kind offer, “no thank you.”

saiki nodded, about to open his mouth to reply until the blaring music from the beginning of the movie started, putting a swift end to your conversation — despite the fact saiki would much rather talk to you than watch the crappy movie — out of theatre etiquette.

★★★★★★★★★★

it was worse than you or saiki could’ve ever imagined.

it was painfully trying not to burst out laughing right in middle of it or lean over and giggle in each other’s ear at the silly dialog but out of respect for the other people in the cinema, you both stayed silent and just cast each other occasional knowing glances whenever something cringey happened on screen.

you both let out audible sighs of relief with the credits began to roll, accompanied by a slow indie song. “that was..something.” you mumbled, grabbing your purse and jumping to your feet, wanting to exit the building as soon as possible and hopefully leave your memories of the movie behind you.

“definitely.” he snickered, absently flicking the side of his empty popcorn bucket, “i stopped paying attention once i finished my popcorn.” it felt weird to vocalise — or rather, telepathically communicate — the comments he’d usually keep to himself; why did he feel so comfortable speaking to someone he only just met?

he began gathering his things, stuffing all of his rubbish in the bucket so he could dispose of it all at once. his mind was fixated on crappiness of the movie and how a five-year-old could’ve shot a much better film, until you grabbed his attention by calling out his name, followed by a question which made him blood run cold.

“before i go, it gotta ask’ how’d you do it? or more importantly, why’d you do it?”

he blinked several times before putting on his best bewildered expression, with the idea that maybe if he played dumb, he could gaslight you into thinking that it never happened or that he had nothing to do with it. “what?”

“oh, don’t give me that!” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at the boy, “i’m not stupid. every time something good happened to me, you were nearby. i’ve connected the dots so fess up. why did you do all those nice things for me? was it out of pity or are you that nice to everyone?”

“i’m that nice to everyone.”

“i don’t believe you.” you snapped, fixing your tone when you remembered that even though he was lying to you, he still helped you get the present for you sister and gave you his spare ticket. “i don’t care if you’re not gonna give me a straight answer, but at least let me make it up to you.”

he huffed, an unimpressed look covering his features before you even proposed your idea. there was really nothing he could possibly need from you. what were you going to give him that he wasn’t capable of obtaining on his own? so he frowned, ready to decline your offer.

“i saw that you bought one of those jelly pots from the snack stand and i actually work at a little café in the town, so i might be able to get you few things for free or discounted?”

“yes.” wait, that wasn’t refusal.

“great!” you chirped, glad that you wouldn’t have to pry further, “does later this week sounds good? we could meet up here then i can walk you to the café- or i could give you my number and we can arrange a date later?”

“sure.” saiki said without thinking once again.

but it wasn’t as though he regretted it when you slipped the piece of paper you had scribbled your number onto, into the front pocket of his shirt, tapping it with a smile. “alright! i’ll see you later then- unless you want to walk home with me?” you fidgeted with your fingers slightly, instantly regretting what you just came out with. not because you didn’t want to walk with him, but due to the fact you highly doubted he was going so say accept so you mentally prepared for the impact of his harsh rejection.

“sure.”

★★★★★★★★★★

BONUS

saiki ended up walking home with some girl he met at the theatre so that left kuboyasu and kaidou to fetch nendou once the film finished. they both searched the casino area for almost half an hour but neither of them had any luck finding nendou. that was, until kuboyasu had to take a step outside to escape the casino as he noticed an old friend of his playing on the slot machines, and he found nendou crouched by the garbage cans, on his phone.

“nendou! we’ve been looking all over for you- why are you out here by the trash? and what happened to all your money?!”

nendou chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his spare hand, “fun story actually. i was doing so well and i was on my way to becoming a millionaire until these schoolgirls came marching in and absolutely slaughtered me! it was so embarrassing and the only way i could escape them was by running away so i hid back here.”

kuboyasu’s aura just screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’, “so you’re telling me that you lost millions to highschool girls?”

“they might’ve been middle-schoolers, i’m not too sure. i didn’t get a very good look at ‘em but they were all wearing creepy red uniforms.”

all kuboyasu could do was massage his temples to ease his headache at the stupidity of his friends, “so you lost all your money to school girls in creepy red uniforms?” he repeated aloud, just to make sure he was hearing things correctly.

“yes. but not all my money.” he said, pulling out his wallet and grandly opening it to reveal a few notes and a button, “i’ve still got enough to spend on ramen with my bros!”

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coffee or me?

na jaemin x reader

description: you thought your life was getting boring when all you did was worked as a barista at your father’s coffee shop, that is until you met the med student na jaemin who keeps ordering an unhealthy amount of coffee everyday.

genre: barista!fem reader, med student! jaemin FLUFF!!

warnings: none

word count: 5,105

a/n: so i saw this post on instagram by @/pandawithnojams and decided to write a fanfic on jaemin hehe enjoy :D

your life was a little different from others. instead of further studying your interest, which was architecture after high school, your father immediately asks you to work at his 24 hour coffee shop, Anders, just beside a college. to make you feel worse, the college that was beside Anders was one of the colleges you thought of attending before being told to work.

althought you were not too happy with your father’s decision, you accepted it willingly. your father is the only family member you have left after your mother passed away 3 years ago and you wanted to help your father as much as possible so as to lighten his burden of taking care of himself and you.

“help me clear the tables, princess!” your father shouted from the back of the shop as you moved out of the counter to clear the empty cups on the tables. to be honest, you were starting to like working with your father. you worked as a cashier while you father would be at the back making the drinks, well that is during the day shifts. your father had the idea of you taking on the night shift as well so that you can practice making drinks while not getting stressed over the huge flow of orders that the shop would usually get during the day. you agreed to the idea as you thought of how your father would be able to rest during the night so that he would get plenty of rest for his aging body.

you shook your head with a soft smile as heard your father calling you princess. you were embarrassed that your father kept calling you that but you started finding it cute and you felt the care in his voice everytime he calls you that.

it was 7pm and your father was getting ready to get off his shift before you start your night shift at 7:30. you rushed to your father at the back with the stack of cups in your arms, being cautious of not dropping them. “let me help you clean up.” you said as you saw your father packing up his things. “i can do this myself, please. you dont have to worry.”

you placed the cups in the large sunk and walked over to your father and jerked his side with your elbow. “make sure you rest once you get home alright?” you started to pick up his items on the table, snatching your father’s bag from his hands and putting the items in. you felt his hand resting on your head. you looked up to see his wide and happy grin. “thank you for helping me, elizebeth.” he grabbed you by your shoulders to turn your body to face his before landing a loving kiss on your forehead. you smiled and hugged him tightly. you and your father stayed there away, fully embracing each other’s love. you pulled away shortly after, handing him his bag. he waved you goodbye one last time and you see him off.

you took your phone out of your pocket and one quick look at it and it told you that it was 7:45. you heard the bell on top of the door ringing and immediately went out from the back to attend to the customers.

you have been working till 3am now. it became less and less busy as time went on and you now only had two customers in the shop who were chilling and doing their own thing. fortunately, it finally gave you time to take a break. you pulled a wooden stool beside you and took a seat. you stretched your arms up, interlocking your fingers while doing so and stretching your back in the process, letting out a soft groan. you sighed as you let your arms fall onto your lap and slouched your body.

you leaned forward and rested your head on the palm of your hand, with your elbow on the counter. without you realising, you have drifted off to sleep. well, it was only a short nap. you were able to get some shut eye for about 20 minutes when you heard the ringing of the bell once more. you fluttered your eyes open and turned your attention from the counter top to the door, your eyes were only half open as you watch a figure walking towards the counter.

you heard the footsteps of the person coming closer and finally stopped. “what may i get you?” you asked in a lazy tone, not even bothering to sound like a happy and cheerful cashier at this point as you were not fully awake. you looked at the person standing across the counter, who was looking up at the menu board above the counter. he had round glasses and beautiful blonde hair that was very messy and edgy. a stack of papers were in his arms along with a laptop below it. he wore a large brown cardigan with a white turtle neck, and he looked about your age. with all the observations you made, it was no doubt that the guy was a collage student, and you guessed that he was from the collage nearby.

“can i please get a venti size iced black coffee with 4 shots of espresso? dont add the water, just ice.” his voice sounded as if he was sleepy or exhausted. you clicked your tongue and batted your eyes as you keyed in the order into the machine. you glazed your eyes over the order and sat up straight, tilting your head up to properly look at the man. “woah are you sure that is safe? its going to be very strong.” you warned the person. you have never known anyone who would order something this strong and intense of a coffee ever.

“its fine. i can handle it.” you told him the price and waited for him to give you the money. you placed the money you were given into the cash register and as you were about to give him the change and receipt, he snatches the receipt out of your hand. “keep the change.” with that, he walked away. you raised an eyebrow at him in awe and shrugged, watching him take a seat near the window and placing his stack of papers and laptop on the table.

you took one deep breathe before standing up and going to the back to get his drink ready. it didn’t take you long to make the drink since you were practically an expert in making black coffee, and since he didn’t ask for anything more, you were able to whip it up in a matter of 4 minutes. you poured the drink into a cup along with settling it on top of a small plate before walking out to serve it to him.

you went out and as you were walking towards the table the man was at, you gaped your mouth with shock and tried your best not to spill his drink. the table was scattered and covered with tons of papers and his laptop was placed in front of him, with his fingers typing away from the keyboard. you gulped as you reached there. “your drink.” you said, trying to sound polite as you waited for him to take the drink. you would have placed it down for him but you did not see the slightest bit of space that was not covered with papers. “oh sorry about the mess” he said in a quirky tone.

it took him awhile to realise you were standing there before he reacted though. you eyes were glued to his fingers for that short moment since you were impressed by how fast his typing was. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and ruffled his hair before quickly running his arm over the table to push some of the papers aside. you placed the cup on the table and said a soft “enjoy your drink.” before going back to take your seat behind the counter.

you went back to the same position you were before, but this time, you were awake and wasnt able to sleep. you looked around the shop and realised that there were cups lying around due to the two customers who were in just now. you didn’t even realise they left you were that tired. you whined to yourself, realising that you have to get back up again to do work just when you took your seat.

you gathered up the strength you have left to stand up once more to clean up the tables. as you were picking up the cup and wiping the table clean with the cloth that was slung over your shoulder, you looked over at the one customer who was still here.

he was writing something on what looks like a worksheet, or perhaps notes. you couldn’t exactly decipher what major he was in based on the sheets of paper laying around the table. you were impressed that he could even fit that many stuff on a small table. he ruffled his hair and scratched his head, tugging on his turtle neck as he stretched his neck from left to right.

it made you chuckle softly in amusement. college really does seem stressful, but maybe he took a major that was difficult. from what your friends told you who did went to college unlike you, there are some majors that are more tiring and energy draining than others.

once you were done cleaning up the tables, you went to the back to clean all the excess dishes that was in the sink, which piled up to quite a height. after awhile, you were finally done with cleaning the dishes and you smiled softly as you thought of how you could finally rest, not entirely but it was still something.

you went back out to take a seat behind the counter and as you were about to close your eyes, you felt the presence of someone standing in front of you. you sighed and looked up to see who it was. “its you again?” you yawned as you took your phone out to check the time. 4am?! and he’s still here? “can i get the same thing i ordered just now?” you furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your temples. “could’ve told me that before i cleaned all the dishes..” you murmured under your breathe, unaware that he was completely able to hear what you said since it was just you and him in the huge coffee shop.

“im sorry if its troubling you then its fine. although its a 24 hour coffee shop, to which there should always be somebody working.” you heard him say in a sleepy voice, you took this chance to look at his face once more, he looked cute to your surprise. you thought about all the guys that your friends met during college, partying in their dorms and shit. you wished you could experience that. although it sounds depressing, you were living a peaceful content life, not the stressful one that you see his customer experiencing. “um hello?” he asked as you shake your mind out of your thoughts and to reality, realising that you were probably staring at his face like a weird.

“shit sorry sorry ill get your drink ready.” as you were walking to the back, you turned around to see if he was still there, since you completely forgot about asking him to pay. instead, you saw him walking back to the table. you looked down to the counter and saw that there was money on it. you shrugged, assuming that he allowed you the keep the change just like his previous order.

you got his drink ready and went to his table. you saw him laying his head on the keyboard of his laptop, which his arms covering his face completely. you tilted your head as you thought about what to do. should you wake him up? just the drink on the table. you weren’t exactly sure. you let out a soft ‘uh’ as you reached out a finger to poke his shoulder to get him to wake up. “excuse me? your drink is here” you leaned forward slightly and whispered.

you watch the guy lifting his head up and licking his lips, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. he looked at his surroundings before looking up to see you with his drink in hand. he didn’t say anything to you and just took the cup out of the hand. you scoffed and went back to the back of the counter. you played with your phone for awhile, realising it was getting pretty late and yet you see the same person typing away on his laptop and resumed working diligently. you let out a sigh and waited for him to get out the shop.

it was about 5am when you finally see him packing up his things, stacking the pieces of paper and laptop, along with packing his stationery into his white tote bag. he doesn’t look back and went straight to the exit, opening the door and left in the blink of an eye. you took this time to shut your eyes just until your father came and resumed working just like any other day.

a few days have passed now and you realised that it was the same guy who keeps coming in during your night shift to do his work till 5am. and everyday, he would order the same thing. tonight was no different.

“black coff-“

“black coffee with 4 shots of espresso. i know.” you simply said. “and you can pay me once i add your order of the same thing later when you get out.”

you wouldn’t consider him a regular customer but since he has only been coming in for a few days, but you felt that it would be easier if you just remembered his drink, to make it easy on the both of you. so, you head to the back to whip up the drink that you have already memorised and have it embedded into your mind.

you got out with the drink in hand, walking over to the same table that he always sat at everyday. “dont you think i should know your name if your going to be coming in here everyday?” you realised that he made an empty spot that wasnt covered with papers on the table, placing the cup down and folding your arms with your weight placed on your right leg.

“its jaemin.. na jaemin.” he gazes his eyes up to you while taking the cup of coffee and taking a sip, maintaining eye contact with you. you hummed and nodded your head. “well im elizebeth. elizebeth riza.” the man who you now know as jaemin nodded his head in response. he twirled his pen around his fingers before placing it down. jaemin ran his hand through his hair before resting his chin on top of his fingers interlocked together, with his elbows on the table. “im majoring in the medical field. if that’s what you’re wondering.” he said, gesturing his head to the papers scattered on the table. you looked at the papers, leaning in to get a closer look, and indeed, it was all related to the medical industry, which was not in your interest at all.

“i also go to the college just next beside the shop, if that’s also what your wondering.” jaemin emphasised on the ‘also’.

“you’re so... observant.” you looked out to the window behind jaemin. you saw the college being dimly light. you looked back down, only to see jaemin tilting his head down and writing something on his paper. “i need to be. its a requirement for my major afterall.” jaemin shrugged as he responded to you, not looking up at all. instead of walking back to your chair behind the counter, you took a seat in front of jaemin. the action made jaemin look up at you with a raised brow, clearly in confusion. “why are you sitting here?” jaemin mumbled as he pushed his round glasses up his nose and typed something into his laptop.

“well i dont really have to work. since you’re the only customer here at this hour.” you simply replied, slouching into the chair as you folded on leg over the other. “wont youre boss be mad or something?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head with his pen. you shrugged and chuckled softly, folding your arms. “my father doesnt mind.” jaemin nodded his head slowly as he was able to catch up quick to know that your father is your boss. “anyways im guessing you’re going to be a regular customer here since you’ve been coming for a few days now and i always take the liberty to know the regular customers of the shop.” you stated

that fact was wrong, clearly. you wanted to get to know him just so maybe you could get someone he knows form the college who majors in architecture to teach you about it. well, it may be because he was cute too, but you focus more on the other objective. despite what you just said, jaemin doesn’t respond. he continued working with full concentration. you hummed as you watch him work, wondering if you should even continue talking to him. you continued watching him work, occasionally scrolling through your phone and looking at the door once in awhile to check if any customers came.

you heard him took a sip of his drink and wrote something down. “your coffee tastes good by the way.” he complimented, again not looking up at you. although it didnt really sound like a compliment since his voice was very monotone and lazy, probably from the tiredness of working. “i used to go to another 24 hour coffee shop that wasnt so popular, but it closed down. so i headed here instead.” you put your phone faced down on the table and looked up to face him. this time however, his eyes were off his work and glued to you. you bit your lip and nodded your head. “that’s nice to hear. but why cant you work in your dorm or at the campus somewhere?” you were curious as to why he would want to come to a place like this rather than having an actually learning facility to do his work at.”

“my roommate always has someone over at my dorm so i cant really concentrate. its just something about coffee shops, you know? like the smell of the place helps to keep me awake, and the coffee of course.” he looked out to the window, admiring the night sky and the dimly lighted city. you did the same as well, but you also admired the person in front of you. he really was good looking and you couldn’t help but stare at his perfect features. “you really do have the same mindset as my father.” you whispered, peering over to the cup to see that it was empty. jaemin saw your. eyes and coughed lightly to get your attention. “can i get another cup?” he asked. you could tell he was draining of exhaustion and looked like he was trying his best to stay awake by breathing in the smell of coffee that was all over the place.

“sure. but im added only 2 shots of espresso thid time. you know its very dangerous for you to be drinking that strong of a coffee. more than 1 cup even. aren’t you a medical student? shouldnt you know this is bad?” you pushed the chair back and stood up, walking over to his side to take the cup. “i used to drink 6 cups a day when i went to the previous coffee shop. dont underestimate my tolerance.” you gaped your mouth in shock. “6 cups?! who the hell is that psychotic to pump that much coffee into their blood!” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at jaemin, who seemed calm and had an innocent looking face despite your reaction. “medical students, dear.” jaemin said sarcastically in a sing song tone, you saw him rolled his eyes as well. you let out a soft ‘tch’ and left to do his drink.

“as promised. 2 shots of- jaemin?” you weren’t surprised to see him falling asleep in the shop once more. you stood beside him, realising that you see a post it note on his now black screened laptop that. you leaned forward, now getting closer to jaemin so as to read the note. dont wake me up. thanks.

you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. dont wake him up? is he going to sleep here till dawn? why cant he just sleep at his dorm? you scratched your head as you think of what to do. you never had someone sleep overnight at the shop before. you know its open 24 hour but does it mean that you allow people to full on sleep here? you checked the time on your phone and realised that your father should be here any minute now. you shrugged and walked to sit behind the counter, thinking that you can just ask him once he’s here.

you waited for awhile till you see your father coming through the door. you immediately stood up and waited for your father to go to the counter to greet you. “morning, princess!” you father greeted with a smile and walked to the back. you greeted and followed your father. “father im not sure if its allowed but one of the customers who came to the shop at night id currently sleeping.” you said in an unquestionable tone. your father stopped walking and turns around to face you. “i would allow it if there arent many customers so if its gets crowded just wake him up alright?” your father replied to you with a soft smile. he’s always kind, and maybe too kind, but that’s what you love about your father. you gave a quick smile and rushed to the front when you heard customers starting to flow in since it was morning.

it was 9am and your father allowed you to take a break for awhile. you took this chance to sit in front on jaemin, who still had his head resting on his arms and his hoodie over his head. he looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon or something. you giggled softly. you picked up one of his pens that you saw scattered around and took off his hood and poking his hair with the pen.

you hear a soft groan as jaemin lifts his head up, yawning as his eyes fluttered open to look at you. “what time is it?” you blinked when you heard his voice. you keep seeing on the internet about how guys’ “morning voices” sound hot and wow did you experience it the first time when you heard jaemin, not gonna lie, he sounded hot. “uh its 9am. i think you should just sleep at your dorm.” you answered, trying to keep your cool. jaemin sat up straight and ran his hand through his blonde hair a few time before looking at you. “alright. thanks, for letting me sleep here.” he stood up and looked around. the both of you realising that there were a lot of customers. he quickly stood up to gather his things. bit by bit, you helped him stack up his papers and such.

“will i see you again tonight?” you asked as you handed him the stack of papers. he pushes his glasses and smiled softly. “sure.” was all he said before he walked past you and headed out the door.

weeks turn into months of jaemin coming to Anders and you began talking to him more. slowly but surely, you were getting pretty close to him and you felt like close friends. you would occasionally go out to dinner with him when he wants to take a break from work. by dinner you meant a random 24 hour food restaurant. it didn’t have to be all that fancy since every time you spend with jaemin, he was able to fill your time with smiles and laughs. you got to know him a lot more and well, the friendship just blossomed between you two.

“guess what?! its our 1 year friendship anniversary!” you shouted as you twirled your way to jaemin who seemed stress with his work. you frowned as you took a seat in front of him. “hey you good?” you questioned him with concern in your tone. “i have an exam next week. just a lil stress.” jeamin knocked his pen against his head a few times before writing something down. “anything i can help with? this is the most stressed ive seen you, its worrying me.” you leaned forward, pushing aside the laptop to see his face. jaemin looked up to you, pouting cutely. “6 cups of coffee?” you giggled as you stood up walking over to him and running your hand through his hair before flicking his forehead with your middle finger. “in your dreams, jae. im making you regular black coffee.” jaemin whined. you raised an eyebrow and gave him a disgusted look. “dont look at me like that. regular black coffee, just a lil bit strong alright?” jaemin nodded in approval. you smiled at him and made his drink.

you placed the coffee down on the table and sat down across jaemin. you yawned as you placed your chin on the table and watched jaemin drink his coffee. “how the fuck can you stay up everyday to do work? i can never.” you closed your eyes for a moment. “its what i need to do, love.” you always thought that the nicknames jaemin called you like ‘love’ or ‘dear’ felt as though the two of you were in a relationship but you tried to only think of it in a friendly manner.

“yeah well im gonna take a nap. if any customer comes in just wake me up alright?” jaemin hums and watches you fall asleep. he admired your sleeping state for awhile, feeling his heart flutter for a moment before resuming with his work. after about 30 minutes, jaemin sighed in satisfaction. at least he was able to complete almost half of his work. he realised that you were still sleeping. jaemin smiled gently and reaches his hand out to pat your head, running his hand over your head a few times. he rested his chin on his free hand, admiring you once more.

“jae?” jaemin jerked back a little when he saw your opened your eyes, gazing up at him. blood rushed to his cheeks. he felt his face getting hot, out of nervousness he chuckled sheepishly. “your hair felt soft.” he blurted out. you laughed as you sat up straight and rubbed your eyes. “sure it is, jae. yours is way softer.” you rolled your eyes and glanced at the table before making eye contact with jaemin. “are you done with your work?” you leaned forward a little. “hm? i can take a break.” jaemin said as he yawned while covering his mouth.

“hey el? come here for a sec.” you raised your eyebrow in suspicion, blinking at him a few times before standing up and walking over to his side of the table. you stood there, looking down at him for at least 30 seconds. “jae what do you wa-“

you let out a soft gasp when jaemin grabbed you by your waist, making you fall down onto him, your body pressed against his. you lay your hands on his shoulders as you widened your eyes at him. “i never got to tell you this. maybe its my tiredness, or maybe i cant hold it in anymore...” your body froze when he places his head on your neck, feeling his breathe against your skin as you shivered at his touch. you felt his hand that wasnt around your waist slowly creeping up to your chin, holding it gently as he guides your face to meet his.

“but i like you, so much, for so long.” you slowly but surely placed yourself on top of jaemin, sitting on his lap with your hand remaining still on his shoulders. “jae..” you whispered, intentionally going close to his ear. his head moves away from your neck and up to face you. “you think i didnt know that?” you giggled softly as your hands slide down from his shoulder to his chest, making him flinch slightly. “all the times we hung out and spent time together, all the cuddles and shit. it’s very obvious we like each other, jae. i was just waiting for you to make a move.” your murmured.

“shall i make a move now then?” you see the side of jaemin’s mouth curving up slightly. you tilted your head and batted your eyelashes at him teasingly. “technically you already did by pulling me to you but another move wouldn’t hurt.” you teased and waited for a moment. jaemin leaned his face close to yours, his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you in closer. he looked at your eyes before looking down to your lips. you didn’t move an inch, but you were

so nervous. it was nerve wrecking. you’ve cuddled with jaemin plenty of times as friends, physical touch wasnt new in your friendship. but this, this felt so different. it was intense.

jaemin slowly connected his lips with yours. he brings his hand up to the back on your head and through your hair. you kissed his back slowly as you closed your eyes in satisfaction. feeling his soft lips on yours. although you thought that he wouldn’t be comfortable with kissing you since your lips were pretty chapped, you felt that the way his kisses you was gentle and filled with love.

you made out with him for awhile. his hands roaming around your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck and through his hair. the two of you pulled away at the same time, a string of saliva appeared as you two gasped for air.

“can i have coffee?” jaemin breathed out. you made a thinking face to tease him as you watch him pouting cutely. “coffee or me, na jaemin?” you laughed and swiped all your hair to the front. “you make me choose? how rude.” immediately jaemin pulled you in for another long kiss.

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a love like rodger and jessica ⏤denki k.

s u m m a r y : You and Denki have a love like Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

l e n g t h : 2k

g e n r e : fluff ; praises ; body worship ; supportive kaminari ; best boi kaminari ; precious baby

w a r n i n g s : mentions of lovemaking

p a i r i n g s : denki k x f.reader

a / n : this is a quick little headcanon I came up with at three am and needed to get out as soon as possible before I lose the will to write it. I hope you all enjoy the read! Feel free to comment and like - tell me what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome.

❥ You're a self-made millionaire, CEO of a successful skincare and beauty company, investor and supermodel. The level of success you've been able to accumulate over the years is nothing to sneeze at, especially with your young age of 21.

❥ However, you draw more eyes for your beauty and body rather than your accomplishments. It's rather annoying but you've grown used to it.

❥ It isn't a lie that you're as stunning as they come. And with a body that elicits lust and unspeakable fantasies in the men and women around you, it can be said that your beauty has more power than what any of your achievements could ever provide you with.

❥ It's disappointing how you've worked so hard but still seem to achieve so little despite the empire you've built from the ground up.

❥ You've turned many young and handsome, accomplished men down, no longer your naive self. Even with their own triumphs and wealth, you can see their true intentions when looking into their greedy eyes.

❥ They only want you for your body and only regard you with contempt - there was no love, there was no honesty, they never did anything to make you feel comfortable or smile.

❥ That was all you wanted.

❥ But, perhaps, it's too childish to think about such things now.

❥ You had given up all hope and with that loss of hope came a hardened shell that nobody could break. Deep inside your heart, you still wished for a fairy tale romance and a happy life where you could smile freely and be comfortable, which is why your piercing glare, harsh demeanor and cold speech manifested in defense of those desires.

❥ It was a normal day at work; you had several meetings to attend concerning collaborations with other brands in the morning before you needed to head off to attend a photoshoot for a magazine concerning skincare.

❥ You had just been on your way to said photoshoot, in fact, when a villain attack hastily painted an image of red and blue lights, panic, destruction, and screaming people before you.

❥ Upon realizing that you were in the line of attack, you rushed to exit your car. You have been a victim of your own clumsiness many times in the past despite their rare occurrence, but ill-luck had you tripping over in your attempt to flee, causing a stinging pain to shoot up your right leg.

❥ With your back turned and crumbled to the floor in pain, you became an easy target and didn't register the careless attack directed towards you until you heard a shout of warning.

❥ "Woah! Watch it, lady!"

❥ Behind you was the Stun Gun Hero himself: Chargebolt! You had never interacted with heroes but you greatly admired their work, heroism, and sense of justice. Keeping the peace and putting villains in jail brought on a sense of security that you never took for granted. However, you had never been more grateful for their presence than that moment.

❥ "Hurry and run away!" at his command, you attempted to stand and run off but instead was painfully reminded that during your fall, you had managed to sprain your ankle.

❥ What terrible luck.

❥ "I-I can't-" you almost sob, hating how powerless you were feeling in that moment, "I think I sprained my ankle,"

❥ You heard him mutter a curse before shouting at the other heroes on-site to cover him whereby he then took the chance to rush in carrying you in his arms and run to safety.

❥ "P-please be careful," you plea, worried about his welfare as you wrap your arms around his neck for security.

❥ "Don't worry about it!" he flashes you a toothy grin, "Just hold on tight and I'll get you somewhere safe! You can count on me!" for once in your life, even though you were still in a dangerous setting, you felt comfortable and safe.

❥ In this stranger's arms, you felt protected - it was a wonderful feeling. It made you lean even closer into him, catching a whiff of his husky scent combined with his sweat. What a pleasant aroma.

❥ Maybe you should make a perfume inspired by it and have him model in the commercial?

❥ This wasn't like you, you're embarrassed to admit. Even though you're in danger, you would still do anything to keep him close to you or see him again. You weren't some lovestruck school girl, you needed to get a hold of yourself!

❥ Finally at a safe place, he set you down as he panted heavily, "Damn, I need to get better at cardio," huffing out a breath, he checked you over, "you alright?"

❥ "Other than the ankle, I'm good," you smiled up at him, trying to convey your gratefulness.

❥ "Great! The ambulance will be here soon for any casualties so-..." he pauses. In the heat of the moment, his priority had been your safety and so he hadn't really taken the time to look at you, really look at you, and see how beautiful you were. Now that he had caught his breath, and began to process that he had carried a beauty in his arms, who was now smiling up at him, a dangerous heat crawled up his neck and blew steam out of his ears.

❥ "A-are you okay?!" had he been hit by something while he was carrying you off?

❥ "So beautiful..." he muttered, continuing to stare at you, your face, your body, even straining his ears to better hear your sultry voice.

❥ "What was that?" with a tilt of your head, Kaminari had to turn his gaze away so as not to get even more flustered and possibly die from too much blood rushing to his head. Beautiful and cute - a dangerous combination to have in a woman. He could fall to his knees and submit to you right then and there, shamelessly. It took everything in him to hold back.

❥ "Y-you're just really beautiful, sorry."

❥ For once in your life, someone was being honest with you. Yes, many people have called you beautiful but their reactions were never as raw or red as the hero standing before you. It was amusing and made you want to keep him close.

❥ "Thank you..." you had to say, he was pretty easy on the eyes as well, "you are also very handsome,"

❥ "Why thank you, pretty lady~" he sent you a playful wink which made you giggle, only spurring the male to continue his flirtatious act. It might have been out of habit or maybe it was a defense mechanism since he's never come across someone so beautiful before, either way, he was already dropping another cheesy pick up like before he realized what he was doing, "but, you know, you're very pretty and I'm cute..."

❥ "Hmm?~" you raised a brow, where was he going with this?

❥ "Together, we'd be pretty cute,"

❥ You didn't mean to offend him but you laughed and laughed and laughed, not realizing how his once grinning face had turned downcast and flourished red with embarrassment.

❥ "You have a point there," you giggled, catching the male off guard and almost making him self-combust, "whatever shall I do?~" you ponder aloud, looking at him with a twinkle in your eye.

❥ "Well...it just so happens that I'm writing a phone book," time to shoot his shot, "can I have your number?

❥ "Of course, you can~"

❥ Meeting Denki was a blessing in your life.

❥ He's a goofball with a heart of gold that was always getting overlooked by women, as he's told you on one of your many dates together.

❥ "It's their loss," you hum as you cuddle up into his side, his arm laying across your shoulders, "because you're mine now~"

❥ Truly, he was your ideal man.

❥ He never took you for granted, he was always honest, he praised you and worshipped you like a goddess and he made you feel loved and comfortable being yourself, which is what mattered above all else.

❥ In return, you were his ideal woman.

❥ You freely loved him for who he was, when people told you you deserved better than him, you shut them down quicker than a lightning strike, you actually liked his cheesy pickup lines and flirted right back. The achievements he's been able to get as a hero, you still praised no matter how small, as if he was the number one hero himself - you would even go so far as to say that he's your number one in everything. And, for a bonus, you were the beauty amoungst all beauties!

❥ All those rejections, all the insecurities he had to go through by being rejected by multiple women was all worth it because now he had you in his life.

❥ "Where have you been all my life, Denki? How did I ever live without you?" you sighed into the crook of his neck, straddling his lap as he hugged your waist and gave you a kiss on the temple.

❥ "Babe, that's my line," he chuckled.

❥ At first, he was always so flustered around you but over time, he's grown a reasonable amount of immunity. That didn't mean he stopped praising you for your achievements or worshipping your body whenever you were in bed together, however. He still did all those things.

❥ If others praise you, he didn't stop them because he knows you deserve all the praise but when he found out that you didn't take their words to heart like you did his and explained why, he made sure to be off patrol that night and kept you with him between the sheets until sunrise. For hours, he worshipped your body like a temple made of gold. Between kisses and gasping breaths, he applauded you for your achievements and assured you of all flaws you saw in yourself.

❥ That night you realised the true meaning of 'making love'.

❥ In hero awarding events, you'd accompany him dressed elegantly, with your hair and makeup done and smelling as intoxicating as you looked.

❥ "DEnKi How DArE YOuUuu!" his close friend, Mineta (you think it was), sobbed at the sight of you and him together on the red carpet as a couple. Even though they were friends, Kaminari instantly stood in front of you so as to shield you away from Mineta's perverted gaze.

❥ "Thank you, Darling~" you cooed, giving your blonde hero a kiss on the back of the neck before nuzzling in between his shoulder blades.

❥ On the outside, Denki allowed himself to grin and pull you into his arms with a cool air about him, seemingly unaffected by your actions but you knew him better than that. It was only because cameras were around and he needed to keep up his image. Inside, he was melting into a puddle of goo and you know it. He, very well, could've brushed you aside to appear better like all the other men you unfortunately dated before but, instead, he makes you feel special and loved.

❥ "I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world but please be more respectful Mineta," his arms tighten around you securely, shielding your curves from prying eyes. Appreciating the gesture, you turn his face to capture him in a kiss. It's a kiss that still makes his knees weak even after months of dating.

❥ "Let's go to our seats, dear," you lead the blonde away by the tie, knowing how your kisses can sometimes leave him releasing small bolts of electricity from his palms and fingertips. It was cute how a simple kiss could turn him as dumb as he was when he overused his quirk would, only in a slightly different way.

❥ Vice versa, whenever you had a big company party or event, Denki always made it so that he could attend the event with you. He wanted to be there to protect you and shut the men down who tried to approach you with ill intentions.

❥ With your human Pikachu around, you came to love going to events. It was a time where you could dress up just for him and eventually get undressed by him the moment you arrived home.

❥ Endless praises, endless love, endless comfort, endless laughter. That was what it felt like to be with Denki.

❥ He was your Rodger and you were his Jessica

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