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ange1heavensent · 3 months ago

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In the Dead of Night

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Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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Natasha was startled awake, another nightmare. She sat up against the headboard, leaning her head against it, trying to regain her composure. After some deep breaths and scanning of her surroundings she came to the conclusion that she was safe, in your shared apartment, with your sleeping form right beside her. Natasha also knew that sleep would not come easy for her at this moment, still on high alert and she needed to calm herself down.

So, Natasha did what she usually does after a nightmare. She carefully climbed out of bed, doing her best to not wake you, because honestly it would do more bad than good for her right now. If you were to wake, you would be adamant about her getting back in bed and laying down in your arms. Something she normally loved, there was no place better on earth than being wrapped in your arms, but right now she just needed to be alone.

Natasha walked out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, the routine used to consist of her making coffee and then to sit down to think and breathe. Nowadays, rather than to make a cup of coffee, Natasha made a cup of chamomile tea. You were aware of Natasha’s little night time routine, after questioning her about the cold half-full coffee pot you would find in the mornings, and you suggested that a caffeinated beverage may not be the best for a good night's sleep. So, now Natasha’s night time beverage has changed to tea.

The apartment was dark, except for the warm kitchen illuminating the small space. It wasn’t fully quiet either, traffic and the last people making their way home after a rather successful night out could be heard. The noise from the streets of the city that never sleeps, had a calming effect on her, while she was sitting by your kitchen table. The cup of tea was now empty and her thoughts were at bay. She was ready to go back to sleep.

The empty cup was left in the kitchen-sink, but instead of making her way back to your bed, to you, she decided to lay herself on the couch. She took your decorative pillows and propped them up on one side of the couch and wrapped herself in your blanket which rested on the couch arm. The outside noise lulled her to sleep immediately.

You woke up to a twilight sky, you weren’t supposed to wake up at this early hour, but your unconscious felt that something was out of place. You turned towards Natasha’s side of the bed to discover that it was empty. You scanned the room, the en suite bathroom light was off, the covers next to you felt cold and the bedroom door was slightly ajar. You decided to investigate her disappearance. Stepping out of your bedroom, you found the sight to be endearing, Natasha sleeping on the couch, blanket pulled all the way up towards her neck, she seemed to be at peace.

What you decided to do was selfish, but you couldn’t suppress your need to have her close. You slowly and carefully made your way towards her, lifting the blanket from her hold and meticulously climbing in. You laid on top of her, she stirred a little from your movement, but it did not wake her. Your head was placed on her chest, her heartbeat, her warmth and soft snoring, washed a sense of calm over you. Nat would ever admit that she snored, not even a little bit, but she did and you found it adorable. Your eyes fluttered closed in no time.

When Natasha woke up a second time, due to the early morning sunrays seeping through your living room windows, she felt fully rested. She could also feel the extra weight on top of her, but it never worried her, she knew it was you. The warmth, the smell and soft hold you had around her brought her peace, she never wanted to interrupt this type of peace and luckily for her she didn’t have to, at least not today. It was Saturday and neither of you had anything planned. The two of you could stay like this all day and you probably would. She buried her fingers in your hair lightly scratching your scalp, she felt your stir, then slightly stretch and yawn. “Good morning sleepyhead” she said softly, her raspy morning voice and comment, making you bury your head deeper into her chest. A smile spread onto Natasha’s face when she heard your mumbled “good morning Nat” against her chest.

The two of you would definitely stay like this for the rest of the day.

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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hellooo to you, i’d like a suguru pls, post premature death suguru meeting a ‘monkey’ that he falls in love with, hence he have another reflection.. maybe jujutsu sorcerers’ job is indeed to protect them..

CHANGE OF HEART.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑 ⋅ fem reader

NOTE: idk how 3.4k words happened 🤷‍♀️ i just got rlly into this idea ty for your requesttt!! and i'm so sorry if u didn't want smut but the scene kinda just happened 😭 it's pretty vanilla tho i think?? i put a little forewarning before the scene just in case u strictly don't want to read it

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SUMMARY — Meeting you challenges the beliefs he thought he was so sure of. Unexpectedly falling in love with a 'monkey' causes Geto Suguru to have a change of heart.

WARNINGS — not proofread 😵‍💫 angst, 1 smut scene, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u

SMUT WARNINGS — solo scene in the shower, Geto fantasizing about you (bj, creampies)

WORDCOUNT ≈ 3.4k

PLAY ME ♪ black beauty

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

A question that springs to Geto Suguru’s mind when he meets you is where have you been all my life? Because if he would have met you sooner, his beliefs wouldn’t have solidified.

You’re talking animatedly about your passions over a steaming beverage, sitting opposite this dark-haired man. His features are brooding and he’s rather unapproachable, or so he thinks – but you find gentleness and calmness in his face; the way his brows have a subtle, sad arch to them, the way the sharpness of his eyes contrasts beautifully to the softness of his cheeks. He’s always loathed his beady eyes and babyish cheeks, so it’s a pleasant shock to hear you flippantly compliment them.

“Why did you come to sit with me?” he asks curiously, fingertip caressing the rim of the ceramic coffee cup.

You think for a second, then speak your mind, “You looked approachable.”

Such an unexpected response. He’s intrigued. How could you possibly think he is approachable? He’s sure that if you’d known what he’s done, you’d never say that – you’d never sit for coffee with him at this cafe.

“Am I?” he tilts his head at you in response, “That’s a first. Lots of people in my life have told me that I’m unapproachable. And they avoid me.”

“How could anyone avoid you! You’re very – well, sorry if this sounds too forward – but you’re very alluring.”

Suguru arches his brow. Another unexpected response. You’re captivating him the more you speak.

“Thank you.” He responds earnestly, cool soft voice wafting through your chest, “Though that is quite forward.”

He wonders if his subtle teasing tone gets through to you. Your coy smile tells him that it did. He seems very captivated now, his abyssal black eyes are absorbing your features like they’re an artful masterpiece, like an Edo period piece of work that one can’t stop looking at admiringly.

Just when he feels his intrigue and curiosity for you reach its peak, he recoils; he completely shells himself, as if he was ashamed to have let himself become to enraptured by one of them.

There’s a long silence, you don’t notice that his opinion of you has shifted, you don’t even notice the slight scowl tugging at the corners of his lips. Because he masks it well.

“I have to be somewhere.” He excuses vaguely – it’s not uncommon to hear that from someone, so you don’t think much of it.

When talking with you for the past two hours, he seemed so appreciative that you sat with him and held good conversation, so you expected someone as direct as him to voice his thanks. A small thanks for having coffee with me, or a flippant thanks for sitting with me – nothing of the sort comes out of his mouth as he stands to leave.

You notice he only drank a sip of his black coffee this whole time. He must have been very captivated indeed, to not even enjoy his beverage.

It would have been easier to keep thoughts of you at bay had you not said goodbye to him as he left. Hearing your voice chime in his ear casts a spell over his mind.

He walks with his hands sunk deep in his pockets and heads to the subway station. Hesitant footsteps slow at the street where he said his last goodbye to his best friend just a few days ago. For a fleeting moment, Suguru is grateful for the resurgence of that tragic memory, because at least it drove you out of his mind.

But it is indeed just a fleeting moment, because once he descends into the subway station, his mind is refilled with thoughts of you. Your hair color. Your skin color. Your eye color. The clothes you wore. The scent lingering on them. The way you talked. How you spoke to him kindlier than anyone from the world outside Jujutsu High ever has. All he’s known before you is coldness and apprehensiveness.

He wonders, as he boards the train, if you would behave differently knowing that he’s a sorcerer. Knowing that he sees things as morbid as curses with his bare eyes. Knowing that he’s laid waste to a village of people. Knowing that he’s one of the strongest people in the world, and probably the strongest you’ll ever meet in your lifetime – unless you happen to come across Gojo Satoru someday.

He could kill you with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to.

As the train doors shudder shut behind him and he holds onto the dangling handles, he mutters a small “damn it…” under his breath. Because behind those eyes are waning beliefs, ones he was so sure about before you came along.

Suguru’s still thinking about you when he boards off the train and returns home to his apartment at nightfall. The rustling of the key in the door stirs the attention of his two little girls, and once it swings open, they burst with excitement at his arrival.

“We missed you!” they say almost in perfect harmony together.

“Missed you too, angels. Let’s get dinner cooking, hm? Mimiko, why do you have paint all over your cheeks? Ah – Nanako, no more painting for you. Yes, I’m making the rules. Treat your sister nicely and you can paint again.”

Suguru’s mind is temporarily cleared of you – but only temporarily, while he’s scrambling for ingredients around the tiny kitchen and patiently listening to childish chitchat. “No jumping in the kitchen – here, I’ll put you on the countertop – and uppp you go – stay there – Nanako, please don’t eat raw butter, it’s not funny. Give it here. Will you help me please?”

Soon there’s a simmering pot of food on the kotatsu table. There’s a storm coming, the girls cling to Suguru’s legs when he’s doing the dishes. “It’s just a thunderstorm coming, nothing to be afraid of, okay? Yes, I’ll read you to sleep. Nanako, please don’t bite my leg, it’s not funny – Mimiko don’t imitate your sister. Ah you two…”

He has the voice of a stressed-out father.

Droplets of soapy water drip off plates in the drying rack. Thunder rumbles outside the window. The wind swerving into the apartment’s living room feels cold when Suguru emerges from the girl’s bedroom – he heaves a sigh of relief knowing that they ate well and fell asleep soundly.

And it’s so cold in that apartment now.

She would be the warmth in the room.

It’s quiet, too.

Her voice would carry through this hallway like a serenade.

Suguru creeps into the shower, tripping on something the kids left laying around on his way to the bathroom.

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The drone of shower water fills his ears, he slowly peels off his sweater, giving a glance at the reflection of his physique in the body-length mirror. He’s never looked at his body with so much thought before.

Would she caress my chest like this?

One foot enters the shower, another followers. The door shuts and the glass steams up.

Does her mouth feel as soft as the words that come out of it?

He lets out a low groan. Rivulets of water run down his body.

She’d feel better than my hand. She’d take care of me.

Suguru’s hands trace up his chest and neck, his mind imagining it as your hand – he’s mimicking his imagination, picturing how sensual and gentle your touch would be. Your fingers wouldn’t be calloused like his, they’re small.

He lets himself get completely lost in a fantasy of you and him standing together under the showerhead, bodies close and heating up together. Without realizing, he’s lathering up his body with soap with slow, sensual movements. His hand grazes over his cock, it’s standing up and jumping a little at the thought of your face. Before he knows it, he’s slowly pumping his cock and tilting his head off to the side in pleasure.

Pretty sultry eyes flutter shut and his tip twitches. He squeezes and releases, imagining how you’d tease around. Or maybe you were inexperienced – now that thought gets him excited, it leads his fantasy into another direction. If he could have one night with you, he’d show you exactly what he likes and how he wants you to pleasure him. Maybe one night would turn into multiple nights, or entire weekends spent with him.

He lets out a shaky breath and presses on palm flat against the shower’s tile wall, bowing his head, lips parted with gentle, breathy moans escaping them – but both the sounds of the rainstorm and the shower drown them out.

A murky idea of what you look like naked and wet in the shower is hot on his mind. He rolls his thumb over the tip of his cock, leaving a small trail of soapy bubbles. His shaft’s gotten all lathered up, the sound of squelching barely reaching his ears. It makes him think of how you’d sound when he’s pumping his cock inside of you.

Would you be able to take it all? He looks down at it and contemplates that. How tight would you be? Would he cum boyishly soon if he sunk inside your gummy walls? If he went faster like this, would you become a mess underneath him? Would you want him to cum inside?

He’s a simple man when he’s so close to orgasming right there in his shower, the image of you taking his creampie makes him orgasm.

There’s a gentle rumble of thunder that covers up a loud moan that escapes his throat. He’s never moaned like that before. And he’s never cum so hard before, either – usually it’s a few watery shots of cum, not thick white ropes like this.

Does he feel guilty when cleaning his cum up the shower wall? A little bit.

“Damn it…” he mutters disappointedly.

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When he wraps a towel around his waist and looks into the mirror at his long hair, he wonders how you ever thought he looked approachable. If anything, he looked intimidating and cold.

That long shower fantasy of you only temporarily sates his mind. Letting his body fall into his bed with a soft thump, he sinks into the mattress. He rolled onto his side and started thinking of you again. This time, he replays everything that happened in those two hours at the café. He replays parts of the conversation like it was his favorite movie, until he fell asleep.

“You’re very alluring.” He thought of those words you said to him.

A subtle smile tugged at his lips.

***

Days pass. Suguru purposefully strides past the café and takes a glimpse into the windows to check if you’re there. When you’re not, he frowns and keeps walking. When you are, his eyes light up ever so slightly and his feet seem to carry him over to you – even though his mind screams at him to stop. This is madness. You’re supposed to be the very thing he hates, but he can’t bring himself to.

Because you’re dreamy. Or at least that’s the effect you have on him.

Each time he sees you at the café, he realizes more and more how weak and clumsy you are. Slowly, those traits become endearing to him. It irks him to feel this growing compulsion to protect you.

The tide of his mind completely turns over when he walks you home one day. A little curse had been clinging to your arm, cruelly giggling with its morbid little face.

How dare you? He eyes it out and watches you obliviously massage your arm, trying to alleviate the tension.

Suguru could have made two possible decisions; exorcise it or leave it. In other words, turn back on his beliefs or recede back into them completely, never to reemerge.

You massage your arm again, and at the moment you turn away from your apartment’s door, Suguru engulfs you in a very random, very soft hug. Widening your eyes, you’re unsure how to reciprocate for a moment. You hear him swallow.

Oh, is he nervous to be hugging me? Does he have a boyish crush on me? That’s unexpected of a mature man like him.

That’s what you’re obliviously thinking.

Suguru stifles a sigh. Part of him wishes you never hugged him back. But he can’t deny the rush he feels through his veins. Your warm, embrace is something he never knew he needed so badly until he got it.

That moment sets him on fire, he feels electric when he walks back home.

“Damn it…” he mutters with a small smirk playing at his lips – one that’s very similar to how he used to smirk with Satoru.

***

Months pass, and you start regularly visiting each other’s apartments. Tokyo is cramped, the word spacious never crosses your mind when you walk into someone else’s home. But Suguru’s apartment felt smaller than the others, because he had two balls of energy running around like chaotic demons. Lovably chaotic demons. Two twin girls, they’re celebrating their fifth birthday and you’re in the kitchen with Suguru baking a cake for them. It was your idea. And though you had to practically drag Suguru by the arm to get him to bake a cake, he was very willing to help out.

Nanako keeps trying to spook you, and you pretend to die of a heart attack – it makes her giggle. Mimiko pretends to be a spider crawling up your back, you also pretend to be scared – and she responds with a cheeky “I’m not actually a spider, I fooled you!”

“Girls, please give Y/n and I some alone time.” Suguru tells them after they become a bit much. Adults can only deal with so much, some relaxation is eagerly sought after.

“Is Y/n gonna be our mommy?” Nanako asks before leaving the kitchen. Her and Mimiko both look at you two expectantly.

Suguru is completely caught off guard by this question, but you laugh.

“Let us be, Nanako.” He speaks without composure, so shaken up and embarrassed. When was the last time he blushed to boyishly?

The twins scamper out the kitchen and into their own little kid’s world, roaming the house as if it was full of secrets they had to discover.

“Sorry, they’re quite outspoken for their ages.” Suguru refuses to look at you anymore, his heart is thumping in his chest. What if you wanted to be their mom? It’s a cute thought that occupies his mind as he talks to you.

“They’re the sweetest.” You sigh adoringly, “Really, the sweetest. It reminds me, had a friend once who ran a kindergarten, and I stood in for her one spring while she was on sick leave. There was this very sweet little boy who followed me around like a puppy. Working there for a little while made me realize how much I want to have kids and a family.” You talk while mixing ingredients into a bowl, stirring up the batter until it’s creamy and smooth.

Suguru’s listening attentively. He’s watching your gentle movements interestedly. Were you gentler in his presence? He wonders what you’re like when you’re annoyed. When you wake up, how cute is your bleary-eyed face?

“You’re good with kids.” Suguru compliments.

“Thank you.” You smile a bit bashfully. “Though, now that I think about it, there was also this kid at that kindergarten that would try to bite me all the time. An absolute menace.”

Suguru lets out a laughing breath through his nose.

“Yeah, Nanako has tried to bite Mimiko many times. The first time it happened, she screamed herself blue and I had absolutely no idea what to do.” Suguru spoke, “By the way, d’you need help – ? M’kay, if you say so. I’m right here. Anyways… she bit her so hard it left a bite mark.”

“Oh yeah, I know what you’re talking about, alright. That sucker left a bite mark on my thigh – I’ve still got the scar.” You tell him.

Suguru’s mind lights up when you so flippantly mention your thigh. He can’t help himself. He’s starting to want more, his whole body craves proximity – that’s why, while you put the cake in the oven, he discretely inches closer to where you stand. Arms crossed over his broad chest, hair up in a neat bun – he only realized just then how you have such a positive effect on him. He hadn’t put such deep care into his appearance since before…

“Suguru? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah. Just thinking.”

“You must have a lot to be thinking about. Your face looks so severe… I want to knead out the severity.” You tease.

He loves the way you speak. He loves the subtle playful teasing you do every now and then, it shows him that you’re getting comfortable around him like he is around you.

“Sorry. I’m just a brooding type.” He smirks at you, shifting his body so that he leans comfortably against the counter.

“What are you brooding on?” you ask him curiously.

It makes his heart lurch that you care, that you’re genuinely curious about what’s going on behind those abyssal black eyes of his.

“I don’t want to bring down the mood.”

“You won’t bring down the mood. What’s on your mind? I’m not the best at advice… in fact I’m shit, but I’m a good listener… so indulge me.” You encourage him, attempting to hop up on the kitchen countertop to sit comfortably.

His heart feels stabbed and twisted all of a sudden. But he smirks, sees you struggling to climb a countertop, and comes to help you. Big hands grab at the back of your thighs as he leans down, cheek brushing with your cheek for a moment, before he hoists you up himself.

“Thank you.” You smile at him, veiling your nervousness.

His body feels hotter after he pulls away. But he acts coolly, resuming his nonchalant pose of leaning against the countertop with crossed arms.

“I fell out with an old friend.” He begins simply. It’s laughable, saying that out loud – you have no idea of the severity, of the drama. “We were like yin and yang.” He desperately tries to add a layer of depth to give you a better picture.

“Did something happen between the two of you?” you inquire.

Suguru thinks back on that day. “Yeah. We had a disagreement. And… I think… I’ve finally started to regret walking away from him.” He admits.

That admittance unexpectedly makes his throat constrict and his eyes line with tears. He blinks them away quickly.

“Why did you walk away?” you tilt your head.

I wonder what she’d think if I told her every detail.

“We have differing beliefs about… something. I can’t describe it sensibly to you.”

You look at him interestedly. “Beliefs? Like about religion?”

“I guess kind of like that…? Not religion, but something as serious as that.”

“If you regret walking away from him,” you begin, speaking your train of thought, “why don’t you come back to him and tell him that? Or would that be a bad idea? I don’t know… it just seems like you miss whoever this person is.”

You render him speechless and he looks at you like you just unravelled a secret part of him that no one had seen before.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – ”

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. I think I’ll… uh, give him a call sometime and see him for coffee.” Suguru says decidedly.

Was he really going to do that? Before meeting you, he couldn’t fathom facing Satoru again. It was a mortifying idea. He crushed his best friend’s spirit, how could he face him again?

“Sounds good… you could meet him at the café we go to.” You say.

Suguru’s half lost in thought and staring at the kitchen floor tiles. “Yeah… hey, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Absolutely.”

He chokes up a bit, darting his eyes around, as if searching carefully for his words. When he looks at you, he completely forgets what he was going to ask. His heart is beating like he was just about to confess to his high school sweetheart.

Suguru takes a deep inhale.

“I think the cake is burning.”

“Oh shit!”

***

Satoru scoffs bitterly over his beverage.

“I’m serious, Satoru.”

A pair of striking blue eyes meet abyssal black ones.

“What changed your mind...?” Satoru comments in a softer tone after hearing his old friend call his name so tenderly.

“Something good happened.” Suguru subtly smiles, the memory of meeting you in this same café flashing across his mind.

A silence comes over them, and slowly the tension works out of their air, an understanding replacing it.

“Maybe we are supposed to protect them, after all… damn monkeys, look at ‘em so helpless.” Suguru chuckles, half-joking as he watches a baby start to cry in its mothers arms on the street outside.

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itstheghostofmypast · 21 days ago

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Promise

Idol AU Choi San x Reader

Summary: A promise is a promise no matter how frail. A promise is a promise. It was one made in time of need. A promise is a promise that he intended to keep.

Genre: Hurt + Comfort

Rating: SFW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9K

Est.Read Time: 9 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

Song Rec: I Like You - BND

With a soft click, the door opened, and a giant head - or not - poked into the dimly lit room, the intruder frowning at the owner of the room, who was nowhere to be seen Without a care in the world, he slipped into the room, making sure not to trip over any wire or - was that a suitcase? His frown deepened at the realization that she had, most likely, come straight to work from the airport - and she still hadn't come to see him!?

Humming to herself, she opened the door to her studio, making sure to shake the coffee in hand, cringing at the crackling of the ice cubes in the cup. At this point, the lack of sleep heightened her sensitivity. Technically, that's what she gets for coming straight here from the airport.

“Oh, my body…I don't wanna stop…until the break of dawn…” she didn't come here for work though, at least not today. Turning the chair towards her, she placed the cup on the desk and sat down, “Yeah it's you-OO-AAAH!” Jolting off the chair - no, lap- her knee slammed against the desk, causing her to groan; a hand was gently placed on her shoulder, though the slight tremor she felt made her blood boil.

“I- heh-I’m sorry I-”

“Have you no shame?” She hissed, slapping it away, even if she had internally been missing his touch. This was no way to make his presence known - this was trespassing. This was her domain, her safe space.

“I- what was I supposed to do?” The mountain of a man, who was manspreading on her chair, nodded, making it look awkwardly small - he did grow bigger, “You came to work but never came to see me!” This was just the tip of the iceberg; she didn't even bother telling him that she was coming back today; he had found out through Yunho, who was kind enough to tell him to dress nicely today. Did she even remember her promise-

“And why was I supposed to come see you?” She mumbled before pressing the straw to her lips, gulping down the bitter beverage to keep her emotions at bay, facing him as she leaned against the desk. He’d always do this to her, have her kicking open the floodgates of those “icky” feelings. Ruining her professional image and her reputation of being the cold-hearted, silent, scary producer. Yunho was the first person to crack her shell, especially when she was a mere intern, but had understood her preference of remaining silent and distant, and then this oaf came stumbling into her vacant heart.

Her ears picked up the sigh that escaped his lips, eyes flickering up to his face, raising a brow at the way he was now frowning at her. With his hair gelled back, brows furrowed, the apples of his cheeks dusted with a pink tint- yes, good, she wanted to see him make a clown out of himself too!

“D-do you…not… reme-’

His words cut off when she began to slurp loudly on the ice, eyes locking with hers as he raised a brow. Once she stopped and gestured for him to continue, he took a deep breath, ‘You can do this, Choi San’, and began again, trying not to stutter this time,

“Do you not remember ou-our dea-”

His eyes narrowed into slits at the incessant slurping that had begun again, knowing she was doing this on purpose - oh. Okay, two can play that game. In one swift move, he snatched the empty cup out of her grasp, heart skipping a beat at her cackle as he tossed the empty cup in the dustbin next to his (her) swivel chair, before looking up at her with no expression whatsoever, on his stupidly handsome face or in his no longer squeaky voice, he asked,

“Do I leave?”

Her head shook instantly at his question, moving closer to him, arms snaking around his neck, she perched herself sideways on his thigh, twisting her upper body so she was facing him, looking up at him with a look in her eyes, one he had seldom witnessed- only once, that one time when he was too late, almost too late.

“Why…would you ask me this now?”

“We can…we can make it work!”

“No…” Shaking her in refusal she glared at his blurry figure, angry at him for taking this long, furious with herself for showing him this side of her, “We can't…long distance doesn't work.”

Her harsh whisper caught his ears, and automatically, his body jerked into action; the green-haired boy sprinted towards the figure walking into the night, slender fingers gripping the strap of her backpack, tugging her back lightly. Eyes widening when she turned to face him, the murder in her eyes had his breath hitch, but the way the tears rolled down her rosy cheeks had him sigh in defeat, tugging her closer and wrapping his arms around her.

“I'm…sorry.” He whispered, placing his chin on her head. His heart cracked at the sound of her sniffle, biting his lip at the way she weakly tried to shove him away.

“Let go…”

“I will…I just…” his brain buzzed with pleas, empty promises and unexperienced emotional thoughts, trying to come up with some form of rational way of fixing this- he was too late, he knew, but he was never going to let it slip through his fingers, not like this.

“San, I need to go-”

“Let me ask you again when you come back. Please.”

“Why would you risk that-”

“If by then,” cutting her off, he gripped her shoulders, gently pushing her away so he could look at her; putting on a brave face, he smiled at her, trying to ignore the way he felt his tears cascading down his face like a stream. The way her eyes trembled at the sight had his heart flutter with joy, the mere thought of there being some hope for them was enough to have him continue his statement as he gently wiped her tears with his sleeve, “I’ll wait, you don't have to wait for me, I couldn't ask you that, but when you come back, I’ll ask you again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Gently wrapping an arm around her frame, he pulled her closer, leaning closer to bump his forehead into hers, snickering when she whined. “So you do remember,” he said to himself more than he said to her, his heart hammering against his chest when he felt her grip tighten, afraid she'd be able to hear how he was losing his cool.

Unknown to the gentle giant, the woman in his lap had to constantly resist the urge to head bump him in frustration, why wasn't he asking her the damn question, she was practically giving herself away to him-

“Why did you tell Yunho and not me?”

Wrong question, but at least he was getting to it. She could tell how he was taking it slow now, perhaps because he knew there was nowhere for her to go anymore, perhaps he was more confident now, bigger and braver, perhaps that bastard Yunho told him about her real feelings- she'd kill the elevated beanstalk of a man.

“I didn't…tell him.” Her murmur had him relax against her hold, so he still had a chance, “I only asked him if you were seeing someone - he just figured it out.” Leaning her head against him, she sighed, “And I did look for you; you were busy recording.”

Clearing his throat he glanced down at her, an unfamiliar warmth coursing through his veins due to her hold- that same kind of pleasant boost of endorphins that one gets when a cat ‘lets’ you pet it. He had been waiting for her the moment he had let her go that night, after that frail promise, sometimes wondering in the middle of the night if it was a sensible thing to do. Had he tied her down to something? Forced her to be a part of his fantasy? Caging her in his lonesome glass heart, forbidding her to spread her wings. Though somewhere deep down, he'd assure himself that she felt the same way; she was bound by her dreams and if he would be hopeful, if he would be considerate, if he would be patient, one day his lady with a temperament of a strong headed feline would casually sway back into his arms.

“You…listened to our music?”

Why was he stalling? What was he afraid of?

“Of course. Wooyoung has a nice voice.”

Her little jest had him rolling his eyes, of course, before he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against her as he closed his eyes, taking in her warmth, her presence, her essence- perhaps he was still a coward after all these years, a bit too afraid of rejection.

“I listen to your music, I like your song.” She whispered before moving into a more comfortable position, now practically sitting across his lap, head pressed against his shoulder, hands in her lap, holding onto the hand of his arm that was holding her close, choosing not to glance at the man looking at her.

“I like you.”

The faint, heavy words had her tense up for a moment before she took a deep breath, trying to control the shiver that trembled across her physical form, shaking her drowsy, sombre heart awake. Gently she laced her fingers with his, holding onto his large hand with both of her smaller hands, knowing her actions would never be enough for the man, knowing very well how desperate he always was for verbal communication, clarity and transparency, playing along with her little games until he'd had enough, forcing her to let out the critters she'd locked up inside herself, trying to suppress whatever form of emotion that many could- as she would say- ‘exploit or take advantage of in a moment of weakness’.

Though he was not a part of the ‘many’, for how could he be, when the ‘many’ were free, unlike him, who had long sold his heart to her in exchange for hers? He knew it was his, but the owner was a tad bit too shy, a tad bit too hesitant, a tad bit too afraid of uncertainty and chaos- it was fine though, he was going to hold her hand, through it all, all she had to do was give him the signal and he'd take the first step.

Giving her hand a light squeeze, he smiled down at her, admiring the way her lips gently whispered a melody so sweet, so perfect, so intoxicating, “I like you too.”

A gasp escaped her, her cheek pressed against his warm neck, when he abruptly hugged her close, hugged her tight, hugged her just right- just like how he had done all those years ago, under the streetlight that bore witness to their moment of serenity and adolescent tragedy. All too quickly the memory faded into the moment of present, with the all too familiar fear of uncertainty looping around the two, but his firm grasp on her keeping them safe, their hearts dancing together in a synchronized symphony, one that was far better than anything she had produced.

Tilting her head she locked eyes with a different man, one who had matured, one who had nurtured into a gentleman, one who was no longer afraid, but the cheeky look swirling in his orbs had her mimicking a similar smile. The determination in his soft gaze reminded her of that awkward, sweet boy who had promised her something, a promise that she had looked forward to for a long time, a promise that helped her find something or someone she may love more than her compositions.

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starminzoo · 4 months ago

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Ateez

╰┈➤ when they see you in summer dress (hyung line)

warning: slightly suggestive, no smut tho, slight mention of foods

* ˚ ✦ Hongjoong

the promotions for their new album was finally put to a stop, giving the members relief of some days to enjoy themselves after all the energy and time they have poured out. and this was the perfect opportunity for a vacation with your loved one, you and hongjoong arrived 2 days ago in Maldives for a peaceful vacation, today was a very sunny day but not too hot just perfect for stroll in the city in the afternoon as you got ready in your room while joong was near the small pool you had in your resort his legs dipped in the cool water his face adorning a pair of sunglasses along with a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt. he looked ethereal.

you checked the time and went outside by the pool to leave for your planned activity. you tapped on his back to announce your presence. just as he laid his eyes on you his eyes widened with delight as he takes in the sight of you looking radiant in a summer dress. He couldn't help but smile, feeling his heart skip a beat. "damn darling you challenging the sun now" he smiled at you as you blushed at his words "i will buy you more of these dresses so you can keep blessing me with such a view" you pecked his lips in response "only if you promise to rip it of my body later" he smirked at you in agreement as he pulled your into him by grabbing your ass "oh baby I promise to do worse then that" he snapped back as slammed his lips into your neck kissing and nibbling on it slightly hands roaming all over you body to feel you, take you in.

* ˚ ✦ Seonghwa

finals week was finally over and you couldn't wait to sleep and just laze around in your apartment watching Netflix but your boyfriend had other plans. just after the final exam day he had messaged you for a date at the new cafe just two blocks away from your apartment building. you were beaming with happiness to finally meet him as the exams kept you both busy and at the bay of your sanities. you checked yourself in the mirror for the last time your pink summer dress flowing around you as you twirled in it giggling at yourself (self love first bestie). as you opened the door of the said cafe there he sat eyes roaming around to take in the beautiful interior of the cafe.

When you elegantly walked in the cafe hwa couldn't move his eyes from your figure. The sunlight catches your hair, and the flowy dress accentuates your graceful movements. As you approached him, a soft smile spreads across his face, and he rises from his seat, his long legs unfolding like a gentleman from a bygone era. He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with you, and pulls you close, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "My goodness, you're a ray of sunshine," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath caressing your ear. "This dress was made for you, and you alone. You're a work of art, my love." he guided you both to the table he was previously sitting on you expected to sit in front of him but he surprised you by guiding you to the seat next to the seat he was occupying. Seonghwa couldn't help but steal glances at you, his eyes shining with adoration, his heart beating faster with every passing moment. "do you got any plans for tonight love" a soft 'no' leaving your mouth as you were too busy with the blueberry muffins "good because I got plans for us ahead" he whispered near your ears sending shivers down your spine as his hand rested a bit to close to your clothed core but as you started at him in shock but he just ignored your stare pretending to be more focused on his beverage.

* ˚ ✦ Yunho

finally the day has arrived and you couldn't wait to have some fun time with your besties. you guys have been forming a plan for a lunch together for a long time but it was always postponed as everyone is as busy with their lives but finally the time has arrived for the postponed planned to be accomplished. currently it was 1:00 am and were just putting some touches to your appearance while glancing outside your room to your boyfriend as he was sprawled out on on the couch of your shared apartment playing games on the playstation you had already informed him about your lunch out so just needed to remind him so didn't got worried. you grabbed your purse and other necessary things and headed towards the couch to announce your departure to your "babe I will be going now ok love ya" you kissed his forehead and pat his hair just as you were about to leave he grabbed you by your thigh and twirled you backwards.

you were stunned by the sudden action but as your eyes landed on his face which had light blush on the cheeks and jaw hanging open "gorgeous what are you wearing" you confusingly replied "uh... a dress I guess" his hand was still on your thigh "what i know that what wow you look breath taking baby" he replied eyes roaming on your figure. he looked fucking hot checking you out "do a twirl for me" and that you did a bit confused and astonished, but as you again looked him in eye there was a glint of mischief "i can see your panties gorgeous" you gasped "what no the dress isn't even sh-" "baby blue with lace around them right gorgeous, my favorite" he claimed as he pulled you in his lap, he chuckled seeing your tomato red face "ok I am going to change and then head out" "no gorgeous don't, stay with me and if you want I can take the dress of" he whispered while kissing your jaw. well the outing plan was postponed more for awhile.

* ˚ ✦ Yeosang

you and yeosang had been talking about having a picnic for awhile but you both waited till he got some days off for awhile from his office. just as he announced about the short break he was taking you guys were planning about the picnic you were going to have the next day. as the picnic day arrived all the essentials were ready and in the car and you both were just ready to head out, as you came out the walk-in-closet and checked yourself in the mirror for the last time but didn't notice someone checking you out too "pretty you look so gorgeous in this dress, I don't know what more shinny you or the sun" you blushed at his comment " you look gorgeous too babe" you complimented him back with a light peck to his lips which turned into a passionate kiss soon but you if you wanted to have the picnic you had too leave now. you pulled away slightly lips still hovering his " we need to go sangie" much to his dismay.

you both headed out and left for your destination which was about 15 minutes away from your house it was a gorgeous park filled with tall green trees, huge land of fresh grass, a beautiful lake with white as pearl swans. you laid out the picnic mat and placed a basket filled with food and cold beverages. you both talked, laughed, ate, clicked a few pictures and enjoyed the view together. you didn't realized how fast the time passed and now it was time to departure. but there was something odd about yeosang's behavior he seemed hurried well as soon as you guys reached home you were pinned against the door yeosang kissing your neck away littering it with small love bites here and there "fuck I wanted to be inside you so bad baby, fuck you need to wear these dresses more pretty". well you sure were gonna wear more if you can achieve such a reaction from him.

heyy hope you enjoyed it let me please know your thoughts as it's my first time writing and english is not my first language so for any mistakes I am sorry

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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Headcanons on Crewel meeting his own tsum? We got one for Rollo and Crowley(I think), so any for Crewel?

Crowley interacting with his Tsum here!

Rollo interacting with his Tsum here!

Curiouser and Curiouser…

He’s NOT happy, not happy at all. Crewel’s job stipulates that he babysit pups during lectures and office hours—it said nothing about monitoring a Tsum in his off-time!

Tsum!Crewel keeps following him around like a lost puppy seeking comfort from its owner, ignoring his various attempts to keep it at bay or to push it back with his pointer. At first, Crewel thinks it is irritating. With time though, he finds it a little… endearing.

It tries to copy him! Tsum!Crewel picks up a little stick and mimics his movements with the pointer. It’s hard to pay attention to the lecture when you’re focuses on that cute display

It’s easy to spot Tsum!Crewel (because of how monochrome it is) among the alchemy ingredients in lab and the vibrant plants in the botanical garden. It patrols like a guard dog… to keep the pups alert and on their toes!

If you’re lucky, Tsum!Crewel might drop in to help you with getting the right ingredient and amount scooped into your cauldron or vial.

Don’t get it angry, or you’re in for a world of hurt! Tsum!Crewel will leap on your head and aggressively bounce on it or tackle you until you’re down and out for the count. You’re not sure which is worse: this, or an actual lecture from the teacher!

Tsum!Crewel likes to hide in Crewel’s fur coat, much to his chagrin. He keeps fightijg with it to keep it out, but it’s stubborn and keeps diving back in, whether it’s up his sleeve or clinging from the tails. “Tch, what a troublesome mutt I have on my hands…”

Somehow, Tsum!Crewel found a toy car and hops in, attempting to drive around in it… even though the car isn’t functional! It gives Crewel the puppy dog eyes until he relents and pushes it along.

It learns a lot of basic (dog) tricks! Tsum!Crewel can sit, stay, come, roll over, shake, and tons more. Crewel praises it and gives it a wrapped candy as a reward.

Tsum!Crewel attempts to sip an adult beverage, but it loses balance and tips into the hlass. It tries to keep its cool composure, even when it is sopping wet, shivering, and dyed in wine. Crewel fishes it out and gives it a good scolding as he dry-cleans and removes the staining on Tsum!Crewel’s clothes.

It wants to try on new fashions, but there aren’t exactly many clothes that can fit it… not even doll clothes! Crewel sighs and grumps about it, but he sits down and magically sews a few outfit variants for his Tsum self. “All living things deserve to be dressed in style,” he insists, laying out the new wardrobe for Tsum!Crewel, who is ecstatic.

When he plays chess against Trein, Tsum!Crewel hope onto the board and interferes, pushing one of Crewel’s pieces with its headbutt. Together, they tag-team and manage to beat this round! Trein shakes his head disapprovingly and tells them off for cheating. To that, Crewel just grins and calls him a sore loser. (A truly skilled chess player could win in spite of the odds being stacked against them, he reasons.)

Tsum!Crewel has unexplained beef with Lucius. It stares at him from across the table, and any time Lucius makes a sudden move, Tsum!Crewel leaps, as if squaring up for a fight. (Crewel has to curb it to prevent a fight from breaking out.)

Conversely, Tsum!Crewel adores dogs. It tackles Jack with gusto and does the same when Crewel attempts to introduce it to his own pets. Its snuggles are quite aggressive—Crewel has to practically rip it from the targets of its affection.

Crewel’s beloved classic car is having issues starting up. In comes Tsum!Crewel with a wrench to help! The two replace the malfunctioning part (yay, teamwork!) and then pile in to drive off into the Foothill Town to shop.

Cruising on the open road like this, the wind weaving through his hair and one arm draped over the side of the vehicle, Crewel at last feels at peace. When he glances over to the passenger’s seat, he finds that his Tsum has dozed off. It reminds him of an energetic pup, all tuckered out after a long day of play. “… Hmph, what a very naughty boy,” he says with the shake of his head—and the slightest of smiles.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Divus Crewel #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #curiouser and curiouser #It’s Raining Crows and Dogs #Mozus Trein #Jack Howl #Lucius

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