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Ok hear me out. Reader and Zuko go on a run for supplies .Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Zuko gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Zuko later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!
a/n: ty for requesting and hope you enjoy anon !
summary: zuko apologizes and receives something in return
What was meant to be a simple trip into town for supplies had quickly turned into a disaster, and Zuko believed it was your recklessness to blame.
You’d been too preoccupied in admiring a local merchant’s vast collection of sea shells to notice the Fire Nation soldier creeping up behind you, and if not for Zuko shoving you out of the way to take on the man himself you surely would have been burnt alive. Your failure to stay aware of your surroundings and lackadaisical attitude had almost gotten you killed, and the Prince made sure to point this out to you afterward.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He scolds you after dragging you out of the marketplace by the arm and back towards camp.
“I was looking at shells, actually, before you so rudely interrupted,” you correct with an impatient roll of your eyes, but the act only seems to annoy him further.
“This isn’t a game, y/n! We didn’t come here to mess around, we came to quickly get more food and go, and we couldn’t even do that because you were too busy looking at stupid shells to notice your surroundings! You could have been hurt or worse!”
“Relax, ‘your highness,’” you dismiss him defensively, harshly yanking your arm away from his grasp. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not dead. I’m fine. You need to stop overreacting and leave me alone!”
Zuko watches with a scowl as you stomp away from him and towards your tent, ignoring the quizzical looks your friends send your way as you shut the flaps closed.
“What’s her problem?” Toph asks with a raised brow from her spot beside the campfire.
“What did you do?” Katara snaps at the boy with an accusatory glare.
“I didn’t do anything!” Zuko exclaims defensively. “As a matter of fact, I just saved her life and now she’s mad at me!”
“Saved her life? What happened out there?” Aang questions with a worried frown. “Was anyone hurt?”
“A Fire Nation soldier snuck up on her while she was distracted and was about to strike before I pushed y/n out of the way and fought him myself.”
“So… what you’re saying is you guys didn’t get any food?” Sokka notes dejectedly only to receive a scolding smack upside the head from his sister.
“If you saved her life, then why is she so upset?”
“I may have been a bit harsh with her after,” Zuko admits reluctantly, awkwardly grasping at the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I was just frustrated that she wasn’t taking her own safety seriously.”
“Look, that’s just how y/n is sometimes. She’s too trusting of her surroundings sometimes, but you have to gently remind her to be careful,” Sokka explains to his friend. “Maybe if you hadn’t yelled at her she would have taken you seriously.”
“Just give her some time to cool off and apologize later,” Katara advises the fire bender. “She just needs her space.”
Frustrated, Zuko lets out a long sigh before ultimately relenting. Katara is right. He just needs to give you some space to process before bothering you again.
By nightfall the moon has risen in the sky and the rest of your group has called it a day, retreating to their tents to sleep and rest for whatever tomorrow may bring. You still haven’t set foot out of yours since Zuko yelled at you, and the Prince has spent the better half of his day groveling outside waiting for you to emerge. He’s beginning to grow impatient, but he’s also extremely worried. You missed dinner, and no one has been able to get you to come out.
Deciding enough is enough, Zuko takes it upon himself to barge into your tent and check on you. Better you be mad at him for invading your space without permission than for something to be wrong with you without anyone knowing.
When he enters your tent the last thing he expects to find is your figure curled up in your sleeping bag crying. Your body trembles under the blankets and your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the space. If you notice his presence you don’t acknowledge it, and Zuko hesitates before carefully sitting himself beside you.
“Y/n?” He calls out softly, gently pulling the covers back to get a look at your face. Water marks line across your cheeks from tears that had managed to dry off your skin, and it takes you a moment to finally meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry for making you mad,” you whisper meekly, voice cracking with effort after hours of minimal use.
“No, you don’t have to apologize. I should be apologizing for how I acted,” he assures you sincerely, carefully wiping away your remaining tears. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was just worried about your safety- I’m not sure what I would have done if something bad had happened to you.”
“You really mean that?” You sniffle, looking up at him with doubt clear in your eyes.
“Of course I do. I know it probably didn’t seem that way when I was yelling at you, but I’ve come to care a lot for you, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“I didn’t know…” you murmur quietly as you carefully sit up from your sleeping bag to reach eye level with the Prince. “I always figured you just saw me as some annoying girl you had to babysit.”
“Well, maybe at first,” he admits with a sheepish chuckle only to immediately stop when he catches your unamused glare, “but now I look forward to being sent to the market with you. I enjoy your company even if it means having to be more vigilant of our surroundings on your behalf. Can you just promise me that next time you’ll be a little more careful?”
“I promise,” you nod earnestly and, much to Zuko’s surprise, pull him in for a tight hug. He stiffens at first, unsure how to react to the close contact, but eventually he’s able to allow himself a chance to enjoy your warmth and reciprocate your embrace.
Only you could have the grumpy Prince wrapped so tightly around your finger.
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Honey Don't Feed It, It Will Come Back
Pairing: Reader x Venom
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: alright got lots to cover; dubcon/coercion, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, tentacle fucking, DP, anal, praise, a little size kink here and there, pet names, unprotected monster sex, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasm - I think I got everything also a brief moment of harassment at the beginning and like standard venom level violence oh and there's mention of food habits so ya know
Genre: Smut... just smut and it's like... almost a dark fic
Summary: Venom takes an extreme liking to you because of your kindness after he saves your life || “Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ // Don’t be kind to it // Honey don’t feed it, it will come back” ~ It Will Come Back by Hozier
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You huff to yourself as you shut off your computer. You've been working all evening and if you don't make a point to leave and get something to eat now you might skip dinner by accident. Again. You quickly dial your local Chinese takeout place and order your usual as you lock up your apartment. You figure by the time you walk there to pick it up, it'll be ready. You get your food pretty soon after you get there, and wish the workers goodnight before you head back home. It's kind of cool outside tonight, especially for the summer and you're enjoying your walk through the city.
"A pretty lady like you should really avoid walking around alone so late." A voice snarls from behind you. You roll your eyes and keep walking, intent on ignoring the catcaller.
"Hey sweetheart we're talking to you!" A second voice chimes in and you try to subtly increase your pace as you steel your nerves. You gasp when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you backwards.
"It's rude to ignore people." The first voice sneers in your face, his grip tightening on your bicep.
"Let go of me." You huff trying to pull your arm out of his grasp.
"Not a chance."
"HEY! YOU SHOULD PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!" A voice growls and you stumble back when a large shadow plucks the man holding you away from you.
"Oh my God." You gasp falling against the wall behind you. A large shiny creature dangles the one man high in the air.
"IT'S NOT NICE TO GRAB LADIES WALKING HOME!" The monster scolds him.
"H-hey man, we weren't doing nothing." The man tries to appease the giant while the second guy finally snaps out of his stupor and takes off in the other direction.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE! I DON'T LIKE CHASING MY FOOD!" The monster stretches something resembling a tentacle towards the second guy, grabbing his ankle and pulling him back to hang next to the first.
"S-she's fine, see?"
"ONLY BECAUSE I CAME." What you assume are the creature's eyes narrow at them both. "YOU DIDN'T GRAB HER, BUT IF I EVER SEE YOU BOTHERING SOMEONE AGAIN I WILL EAT YOUR BRAIN!" The creature drops the second guy and he practically trips over his feet as he scrambles away. "YOU I WILL EAT NOW!" The creature says to guy one, dangling him over his mouth. The man lets out a scream that is cut off suddenly as you watch the creature bite off his head.
"Holy shit." You whisper. The monster tosses what's left of the guy down an alley and you vaguely hear his body clunk against something, likely a garbage bin.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
"I- I'm fine. Thank you."
"YOU'RE WELCOME."
"Who are you?" You ask quietly.
"WE ARE VENOM."
"We?" You frown. Black tar-like goo slowly retracts to reveal a man's face.
"I'm Eddie. The- black goo is an alien, Venom."
"What like that body snatchers movie?"
"Not quite, I'm still in control here. We work as a team." Eddie explains.
"Well- thank you for, helping me with those guys but you didn't have to eat that one."
"It's how I appease the big guy. He gets sustenance from some chemical only found in brains and chocolate."
"Phenethylamine?" You ask.
"You know what it is?"
"Well yeah I- I work for a chem lab." You tell him. He's quiet for a moment before he sighs.
"Venom is insisting we offer to walk you home. If you're okay with that." Eddie says.
"I wouldn't want you to go out of your way I mean-"
"WE WANT TO! WE CAN MAKE SURE YOU'RE SAFE!" Venom reappears, swallowing Eddie's face behind black goo and stark white eyes.
"Alright well, it's only a couple of blocks. I suggest you, de-alien though I think people would freak out seeing an eight foot mass of black goo."
"I AM SEVEN FEET AND SIX INCHES! WE MEASURED!"
"Still you'd draw way too much attention to yourself like that."
"FINE." Venom relents and retracts into Eddie.
"That is so- fascinating." You mutter.
"Trust me, it loses its novelty." Eddie says. "Lead the way." He adds.
"Have you been this way your whole life?" You ask as you walk with him towards your apartment.
"What? With the alien? No, no this was an unfortunate accident. I simply can't get rid of him now." Eddie says.
"Do you not get along?" You frown.
"Not always. It's like having a roommate you can't hide from in your room when you're annoyed with them."
"Huh- so where does he, go? Like when you're out here... where is he?"
"That's a complicated question." He scoffs. "I never got your name." He looks at you.
"Sorry! It's y/n. I guess the whole scientist's curiosity thing got the best of me." You mutter.
"No need to apologize." He shakes his head. Eddie walks you all the way up to your apartment before attempting to part ways.
"Would you- like to come in?" You ask before you can chicken out.
"I wouldn't want to impose. It's late and-"
"It's the least I can do. You basically just saved my life. I'd like to thank you." You say.
"Well Venom wants to stay so I guess it couldn't hurt." Eddie says.
"Great! Make yourself at home. Would you like anything? I don't have brains but I certainly have a bag of chocolate if Venom would like any." You offer as he follows you in.
"Abagof chocolate? Stocking up early for Halloween?" He jokes sitting on your couch.
"No not yet. I have a coworker that has one hell of a sweet tooth and I recently learned that he works best when incentivized so, if ever we're working late chocolate actually helps him stay focused. But if we're not careful he'll tear through the whole bag in like three hours, it's kind of impressive actually." You laugh.
"Oh if you think that's impressive wait til you see what V can do. He'll tear through it in like three minutes. If he stops to take the wrapping off anyway. Usually though he just chucks the whole thing back and then- spits back up the trash like a cat with a hairball." Eddie scoffs.
"Well- that's... compact at least." You muse pulling the bag of candy from your pantry.
"That's one way to look at it."
"Did you want food by the way? I was out picking up Chinese in the first place. There's definitely enough to share." You say grabbing plates. You usually order enough to have leftovers so you can definitely give some to your guest, you'll just not have as much left over.
"Oh I'm not all that hungry but-"
"I'LL HAVE THAT CHOCOLATE PLEASE!" Venom's head emerges from behind Eddie to chime in.
"Of course. Eddie are you sure you don't want anything?"
"HE EATS BEFORE WE GO OUT AT NIGHT." Venom tells you.
"Well I feel weird eating if my guests aren't so you'll have to have something. You want chips or pretzels or something?"
"HE LIKES CHEESY SNACKS. DO YOU HAVE ANY OF THE CORN TRIANGLES?" Venom asks.
"Corn triangles?" You frown.
"THEY'RE ORANGE IN A RED BAG."
"Doritos? Sure I have some."
"HE'LL EAT THOSE."
"Venom I said I wasn't hungry." Eddie grumbles.
"AND SHE SAID SHE WON'T EAT IF YOU DON'T SO EAT THE CORN TRIANGLES." Venom glares at him.
"You guys argue like a married couple." You giggle. You grab the bag of chips, the bag of chocolate, and a plate before joining them on your couch.
"Honestly we aren't too far off." Eddie chuckles taking the chips from you. A slimy black appendage wraps around the chocolate and pulls it almost out of view entirely.
"Oh- are you guys in a relationship?" You ask curiously as you dump half of the takeout box onto your plate.
"Something to that effect. I mean- he's kinda inside my body like all the time. No such thing as privacy with him around." He shrugs.
"So- does your diet affect his, or vice versa?" You ask between bites of your dinner.
"Only psychologically."
"What?"
"The first few times you eat another person are kinda traumatizing but you get used to it. We have separate digestive systems so- I'm technically not consuming human brains."
"HE NEARLY HAD A PANIC ATTACK THE FIRST TIME I ATE SOMEONE BUT I WAS SAVING HIS LIFE." Venom chimes in and you realize the full bag of candy you gave him is now just a ball of trash.
"Venom." Eddie rolls his eyes.
"You know I feel like a brain eating vigilante would draw attention- even in a city like New York." You frown.
"I'm careful." Eddie says.
"Oh yeah? I don't think tossing that guy in what I assume is a dumpster tonight screams careful."
"V got carried away. We'll take care of it before anyone sees it in the morning."
"I'M ONLY ALLOWED TO EAT BAD GUYS. NO ONE CARES IF YOU EAT BAD GUYS." Venom says with what you think is a smile.
"Not quite, cops still care but that's we we're careful about it." Eddie tells him.
"WE COULD EAT THE COPS!"
"It'd be hard to eat all of the NYPD I think." You muse.
"I COULD TOTALLY DO IT."
"No we are not eating cops. Bad guys, remember?" Eddie sighs.
"Depending on who you ask cops do fall under that category." You shrug.
"REALLY?!"
"Don't rile him up." Eddie points at you in warning while you laugh.
"I wasn't trying to I promise." You say with a wide smile that makes it hard for Eddie to keep his stern expression.
"Sure. I'd love to stay but we do have to take care of that creep in the dumpster before sunrise so- we should probably head out." Eddie stands.
"Of course. Thanks again for your help tonight." You say standing with him to walk him out.
"Not a problem. Thanks for the snacks."
"You're welcome. If you need anything, door's always open." You smile.
"BYE Y/N! WE'LL SEE YOU AGAIN." Venom says before disappearing.
"Have a goodnight." Eddie nods before turning down the hall. You lock your door and finish your food with thoughts of the curious duo staying at the front of your mind even as you get ready for bed that night.
"I REALLY LIKED HER." Venom declares to Eddie.
"Yeah, she was nice."
"WE SHOULD GO SEE HER AGAIN TOMORROW."
"No. We can't just pop up at her place for no reason."
"WHY NOT? SHE SAID THE DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN."
"She did not mean it literally it's just a nice thing people say V. We're not going back there tomorrow. End of discussion." Eddie says and when Venom doesn't respond he assumes he's relenting. He's not actually, but Venom is learning to pick and choose his battles when it comes to Eddie so he'll keep his plans to himself for now.
The next night a knock on your window surprises you while you're watching a movie. You gasp when you see Venom smiling and waving frantically at you. You rush to pull the window open and he climbs inside quickly.
"Venom? What are you doing? Is everything okay?" You frown.
"EVERYTHING IS FINE. I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN." He says looking down at you. His gaze makes you conscious of the fact that you're in a small tank top and a pair of shorts.
"You know you could've used the front door. Right?" You ask walking to your kitchen to put distance between you.
"I THOUGHT I'D DRAW TOO MUCH ATTENTION WALKING INTO YOUR BUILDING." Venom shrugs looking around your apartment.
"You would but Eddie wouldn't."
"HE WOULDN'T COME IF I ASKED HIM."
"So- wait you basically dragged him here?"
"SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HE SAID WE COULDN'T JUST COME SEE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU SAID THE DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN."
"You guysarebasically an old married couple." You laugh. "You ate the whole bag of chocolate yesterday but I did run to a corner store today and pick up a Hershey bar so- you can have that if you'd like." You tell him.
"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO GET CHOCOLATE." He says with something in his voice that you totally miss while rumaging through your fridge.
"Really? I figure with your size you're like always hungry." You muse turning towards him. It's then that you realize how his eyes are focused on you in a way you can only describe as predatory.
"I WANT SOMETHING ELSE FROM YOU." He says practically boxing you in the kitchen.
"Unless you're here to eat me I don't have a brain lying around to give you." You quip trying to slow your increasing heartrate.
"I WILL EAT YOU, BUT NOT YOUR BRAIN."
"What?" You breathe out, the fear you're feeling now mixing with confusion and lust you try to tamper down.
"YOU DON'T FEAR ME LIKE OTHERS DO."
"In general? No I don't fear you but- right now I'm unsure how to feel."
"WHY? I WON'T HURT YOU."
"You just said you're going to eat me."
"IN A WAY YOU WILL ENJOY." Venom cages you against the counter, and you shrink back
"Venom now wait a second-"
"I'LL TREAT YOU VERY WELL."
"That's not-"
"YOU WANT ME- I CAN SMELL IT. WHY DENY IT?"
"You can smell it?"
"OF COURSE I CAN."
"Oh-"
"JUST LET ME HAVE YOU Y/N. LET MEDEVOURYOU." Venom says. You pause for a moment to consider your options.
"O-okay." You say quietly and his arm wraps around you immediately crowding your space. You gasp when he pulls your shorts off so fast you're surprised they didn't rip. He lifts you up onto his shoulders as if you're a bag of feathers and his tongue snakes out of his mouth and between your legs before you can prepare. Venom laps at your cunt with fervour, your legs squeezing around his head at the way pleasure builds between your legs. You're pressed up against the cabinets as he slurps up your juices like he's dehydrated.
"TASTES SO GOOD." He growls out as his tongue thrusts in and out of you eagerly. His tongue is thick and long, almost impossibly so as it fills you so well. You squirm against his mouth chasing your release that you can feel approaching quickly.
"Venom- I'm, fuck I'm close." You whine.
"DO IT. LET ME TASTE YOUR RELEASE." Venom orders and the way his tongue moves against you as he talks is enough to send you over the edge with a cry. You barely realize Venom lowering you from his shoulders and you hardly have a moment to recover before he's impaling you on his dick. Your back arches at the way he fills you.
"Fuck!" You moan out and Venom practically roars when your walls contract around him.
"YOU'RE SO TIGHT." Venom groans. He tightens his grip on you and sets a pace, raising and lowering you on him with ease.
"God you're big." You whimper falling forward against him as he uses you like a human fleshlight. You claw at his arms, trying to ground yourself while he fucks you open. Tentacle like appendages suddenly appear and wrap around your breasts, teasing your nipples.
"SO PRETTY." He smiles at the way your face contorts with pleasure and bends down enough to kiss you. His tongue invades your mouth in an overwhelming way, swallowing your moans. You can hardly tell where he ends and you begin, it's like he's everywhere at once. More tentacles appear, one teasing your back entrance while another toys with your clit. He pulls away from your mouth as he continues to prod at your ass without slowing his pace. "I WANT YOU HERE TOO, YOU'LL LET ME HAVE YOU HERE, WON'T YOU?" Venom asks while rubbing tight circles against your clit. You're drowning in pleasure and barely able to register is question as another orgasm builds inside you. "COME ON MY LITTLE MORSEL. TELL ME I CAN DO IT." Venom coaxes, fucking you harder, teasing you more.
"Yes! Fuck yes Venom! You can do anything! Fuck!" You cry out shaking as he rips your second orgasm from you. At that moment, Venom thrusts into into your ass and another scream falls from your lips. If you thought he was everywhere before, now it's even more overwhelming as he fucks you onto his dick in time with the tentacle moving in your ass.
"YESSSSSS." He hisses out.
"V-Venom 's it's too much." You whimper, every part in your body feels too hot.
"YOU CAN TAKE IT. YOU SAID I CAN DO ANYTHING TO YOU. I'M GOING TO RUIN YOU." He says. His tongue snakes out of his mouth and slithers down your chest, lapping at one nipple while a tentacle continues to work the other. It's too much and the speed with which your third orgasm starts building scares you. He very well might actually devour you at this rate. "YOU'RE TAKING ME SO WELL. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS."
"I- I- please Venom- fucking hell-" Your whimpers are hardly coherent as pleasure threatens to consume you.
"I CAN FEEL ANOTHER ORGASM COMING. LET GO FOR ME MORSEL. GIVE IN." Venom beguiles, his touch returning to your clit to push you over the edge. With the way he works every part of you there's no stopping your release when it gushes from you. "SO GOOD. ANOTHER." He commands.
"I- wait Venom wait- too soon." You plead breathlessly.
"I WANT ANOTHER I'LL TAKE ANOTHER."
"I can't- n-not yet."
"YOU CAN BECAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU." He declares as he continues rubbing against your too sensitive clit. You try to squirm away from his ministrations but with him filling your holes you're unable to run as he plays with your most sensitive areas.
"S-shit Venom please I-"
"JUST ONE MORE. ONE MORE AND I'LL LET YOU HAVE A BREAK." He promises and it's enough to send you over the edge a fourth time with a weak whimper. Venom lets up on your clit, focusing now, on his own release. He drives into you, little whines still falling from your lips as exhaustion sets in. "I COULD STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER." He declares with a grunt as he floods your walls with evidence of his orgasm. He stands there holding you for a while, wondering if moving you would break you. Eventually, he moves you to the couch and lays with you on top of him. Now that he's experienced this, knows the warmth of you, it's something he refuses to go without again. Whether you want this or not Venom is yours now and will always find his way back to you.
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desperation ↠ day 31 ; sex pollen
↠ buggy the clown x reader
fandom: one piece word count: 1.6k warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, semi-public sex, fuck or die-ish, fingering, banter, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
kinktober m.list || read on ao3
You know Buggy’s going to leave as soon as he gets his body back.
You’re not going to let that happen. When he finally reattaches himself, and runs off with a see ya!, you run after him.
“Stop!” you call out to him. “You need to stay and fight. We saved your ass, didn’t we?”
He turns around and sighs dramatically seeing you. “You again? Seriously sweetcheeks, would ya let me leave?”
You cross your arms, and give him the most intimidating glare you can muster. You only recently joined the crew, and you wanted to prove that you were tough enough to fight with the rest of them. Making sure that Buggy helped you guys fight Arlong and his fishmen while Luffy went to go save Nami was a way to prove yourself to them.
“I can’t let you—” you're interrupted by a fishman coming out from behind Buggy and approaching you. You whip out a dagger to prepare for his attack, but before you can get a move in he sprays some sort of powdery mist in your face, completely taking over your vision.
“Good luck trying to fight me now when you gotta deal with that,” he snickers as he runs away.
You cough and bend over, hands on your knees, as the mist lands in your nostrils and mouth. You try to swat it away in the air surrounding you, but it feels as though the mist has already gotten inside of you, and there’s no way to escape it now.
“Well, anyways, I’m going to go then,” Buggy starts, slowly backing away as he gets ready to escape.
You’re too weak to try and distracted now to try and stop him, but then your body starts to feel different. Your internal temperature skyrockets, causing beads of sweat to start dripping down your face despite the fairly average temperature outside. You can feel your body not getting hot because of that, but also the sudden arousal that threatens your core.
Your legs begin to tremble as your body aches with need, a deep feeling in your gut that you never felt before. It’s like a hunger that needs to be sated immediately, as though it were a life or death situation. It has you wanting to just stick your fingers inside of your pussy and just fuck yourself silly until you can rid yourself of this itch you can’t seem to scratch.
“W-wait!” You call out to him. You must sound extremely desperate, because Buggy actually stops and turns towards you instead of ignoring your pleas.
You swallow hard and continue. “I need…help.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you grit out your words, embarrassed by just how much you want the stupid clown to fuck you. You can already feel how wet you are through your bottoms, and as the seconds tick by it feels as though your arousal is going to start spilling out onto the floor. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”
You’re too ashamed of your desperation to look Buggy in the face to see his reaction to your words. You only know of his answer when you fall to your knees, legs too weak to hold yourself up, and you feel his palm on your back.
“Well when you look like that, how can I say no?” Sarcasm drips in his voice, and you can tell he’s not really taking you seriously.
“I’m serious!” You try to sound as adamant as you can given how weak you feel at the moment.
“So am—” You interrupt him, finally having enough, by grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashing your lips against his own in a kiss.
His own hands move to cup your face, and you open your mouth up to let his tongue in. As the kiss becomes sloppy, you start to rid yourself of your clothes, needing your body to cool down.
He pulls away as he sees you baring yourself to him, eyes widening and a smirk overtaking his face. “Woah, didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me so badly. I would’ve happily done it if you were nice and asked.”
You don’t have it in you to protest him now. Instead you move your fingers inside of you, your juices gushing out of you despite the lack of attention your pussy had been receiving.
“The shit he sprayed me with,” you start. You lay yourself on the ground, arching your back as you piston your fingers in and out of you, praying that you find your release soon.
Buggy hums in thought. “I should be thanking him, then. Got myself a nice view.”
“You can do that after you fuck me.” The next thing you know his cock is inside of you, and he’s thrusting with the vigor of a man starved. You moan and arch yourself into him, your hands scrambling as they claw at his back. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to keep him close as his thick cock ruts into you.
You don’t think sex had ever felt this good before. Your juices are squirting out of you, proving to be a great replacement for lube, and your walls clench down hard on Buggy’s cock, like a vice. He groans above you as you tighten your grip around him, walls fluttering as they refuse to let him leave you.
The pleasure is too much for you to bear, and you can hardly talk. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool escaping the corners of your lips.
All that comes out of your mouth and pathetic whimpers and breaths of yes, yes, yes as Buggy fucks you with reckless abandon.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out as his muscles bulge from holding you down with so much force. His hips collide with your own, the sounds of your skin slapping loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who would’ve been in the vicinity of the two of you. “Shoulda fucked you when I first saw you. Lookin’ all cute in slutty in your little pirate getup.”
You know you should feel insulted by the way he technically insinuated you were “playing” pirate, but the horny, afflicted side of you only chooses to focus on the yearning in his voice of wanting to fuck you, and how his cock is hitting parts of you that make you see stars.
It comes to no surprise to you that your orgasm is already closely approaching within minutes of having Buggy’s cock fucking into you. Your nails dig into his skin, and your whines increase in pitch and speed.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Buggy groans as you clench down even harder around his cock, as impossible as it may seem, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You can only gasp out curses as you squirt all over his cock, your juices rushing out of you wildly.
Your release soaks yourself and him, both inside and out. Buggy’s orgasm isn’t too far behind as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and soon he’s moaning lowly in your ear and filling you to the brim.
A sudden rush of calmness washes over you as Buggy’s cum fills you up. It’s like all of the horniness and desperation for sex escapes your body as soon as it comes into contact with his cum. Your body temperature returns to normal, and the shaking of your body is solely in response to your orgasm instead of the deep aching within your core that seemed as though it could never be satiated.
You hold onto him for a couple of moments longer, catching your breath and coming down from your high as Buggy’s arms also remain wrapped around you and his cock stays nestled inside your entrance.
It’s then that you hear your name being called out in the distance. It seems as though while you were affected by the mist powder, your crew had completed all they set out to do.
Not wanting them to see you in the precarious situation you’re in, covered in juices and Buggy on top of you, still inside your entrance, you scramble away from him. Stumbling as you put your pants back on, ignoring the way his cum pools out of you, you give him a kick to his side.
“Ow!” He whines, rubbing the area you made contact with.
“Get out of here!” you whisper to him, despite no one being around you for probably miles out. “If they see us like this I’m totally screwed!”
He rolls his eyes, but still goes to stand up and get dressed again. “Oh, what? Embarrassed to be seen with me? Real original.”
Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms. “I am trying to make a good impression with my crew, and this—” your hands gesture to yourself and Buggy—“is not going to help that.”
Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.” He begrudgingly begins to leave by walking backwards, his eyes on yours the entire time. “Next time we meet, I'll have you help me out with something.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes you want to cringe, yet you can’t find it in yourself to dismiss him completely.
You shoo him away, ignoring the way heat rises to your cheeks. “Maybe. Now scram.”
You see your crew approach just as Buggy is out of sight. Thinking about your encounter with him more, technically, your mission was a success. You’d call it a win in your books.
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❥ 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
designed for ships, but can be used for a variety of relationship types. change gendered language/add context to your needs. happy roleplaying !! ♡
❛ it feels so good to be bad. ❜ ❛ it really makes me wonder if i ever gave a fuck about you. ❜ ❛ give me something to believe in. ❜ ❛ i don’t believe in you anymore. ❜ ❛ i wonder if it even makes a difference to try. ❜ ❛ so, this is goodbye. ❜ ❛ one day i’ll wake up & it won’t hurt anymore. ❜ ❛ it’s like i can’t even feel after the way you touched me. ❜ ❛ you’re everything that i want, but you don’t want me. ❜ ❛ am i a regret, yet? ❜ ❛ was it worth what it costed? ❜ ❛ you make me nauseous. ❜ ❛ you’re overrated. ❜ ❛ when i think of you, i just want to throw up. ❜ ❛ all my friends say that you’re toxic. ❜ ❛ why does love suck? ❜ ❛ love hurts whether it’s right or wrong. ❜ ❛ i can’t stop, i’m having too much fun. ❜ ❛ you can’t save me, baby. ❜ ❛ you never call or listen to me anyway. ❜ ❛ where were you tuesday, october tenth? ❜ ❛ how is your jacket covered in blood? ❜ ❛ how was the party? did you have fun? ❜ ❛ i fell in love with the warning signs. ❜ ❛ the only time i feel alive is when i’m touching the warning signs. ❜ ❛ if you tell me to stay away, i’m gonna dive in again. ❜ ❛ my favorite color is red like the flags you fly overhead. ❜ ❛ well, i should have known. ❜ ❛ didn’t you see it coming? didn’t you see the signs? ❜ ❛ i’ll break your pretty face. ❜ ❛ bite your tongue & choke yourself to sleep. ❜ ❛ you can hold my hand if no one’s home. ❜ ❛ do you like it when i’m away? ❜ ❛ you’re a pond & i’m an ocean. ❜ ❛ all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around. ❜ ❛ i am a wreck when i’m without you. ❜ ❛ was it something i said to make you feel like you’re a burden? ❜ ❛ tell me, is it worth it? ❜ ❛ she’s a lady & i am just a line without a hook. ❜ ❛ do what you want as long as you stay here. ❜ ❛ you’ll change your name or change your mind & leave this fucked up place behind, but i’ll know. ❜ ❛ if you ever try to leave me, i’ll find you, [name]. ❜ ❛ i’ll be the bad guy, now. ❜ ❛ i couldn’t be there, even when i tried. ❜ ❛ seasons changed & our love went cold. ❜ ❛ i knew that this was doomed from the get-go. ❜ ❛ you thought that it was special, but it was just the sex, though. ❜ ❛ it’s only me; what have you got to lose? ❜ ❛ you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk & made fun of the way you talk. ❜ ❛ you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong. ❜ ❛ you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much. ❜ ❛ you’ve ruined my life by not being mine. ❜ ❛ you’re so gorgeous, i can’t say anything to your face. ’cause look at your face. ❜ ❛ i’m so furious at you for making me feel this way. ❜ ❛ if you’ve got a girlfriend, i’m jealous of her. but if you’re single, that’s honestly worse. ❜ ❛ you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts. ❜ ❛ you make me so happy, it turns back to sad. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have. ❜ ❛ guess i’ll just stumble on home to my cats. alone … unless you wanna come along? ❜ ❛ you look so happy when i’m not with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t know why i run away. ❜ ❛ take me back, ’cause i wanna stay. ❜ ❛ i kept my distance ’cause i know that you don’t like when i’m with somebody else. ❜ ❛ i couldn’t help it; i put you through hell. ❜ ❛ i realize that it’s much too late, & you deserve someone better. ❜ ❛ i’m not the best at breaking up. ❜ ❛ i like my alone time, but i want somebody to hold. ❜ ❛ i get what i want. i keep it for a minute. then i let it go. ❜ ❛ i hate it when you’re there for me, but i like it when you hit the spot. ❜ ❛ i don’t do fake love, but i’ll take some from you tonight. ❜ ❛ i don’t expect you to understand. ❜ ❛ i’m ready to die holding your hand. ❜ ❛ i can’t hide how i feel about you inside. ❜ ❛ i’d give everything up tonight, if i could just have you be mine. ❜ ❛ i’d give up everything for you. ❜
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i made my fiancés tinder profile
w.c. 8.5k pairing. non-idol!jeon jungkook x fem!reader genre. cute and angsty friends to lovers <333 a/n. idk guys i wrote this like a month ago but I JUST GOT THE ENERGY TO POST IT so i apologize in advance if you find mistakes here and there, ALSO i made the playlist that inspired me to make this fic so i'll just leave it here if you want to give it a listen or save it don't look at my other playlists tho they're a mess 🦦
You always thought you were pretty good at giving dating advice. It’s easier when you’re not the one doing the dating, right? That’s how it all started with Jungkook. You two were chilling at your apartment one lazy Sunday afternoon when you suddenly blurted out, “Why are you still single, Jungkook? You’re amazing, good-looking, and fun. You should at least be on like three different dating apps.”
He laughed, running a hand through his hair in that effortlessly cool way he always did. “Dunno' just haven’t found the right person,” he said with a smile that made you heart do a weird little flip. “I don’t think I’m good at dating, haha.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you shot back, sitting up. “Let's make you an account. We’ll get you some matches in no time.”
He hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Sure, let's do it.”
And that’s how you ended up setting up his profile, not realizing that this would be the beginning of the end of your denial and the start of a love story you never saw coming.
You grabbed his phone and he settled onto the couch next to you. “Okay, first things first. We need some killer photos. Let’s start with your main picture.”
You opened the camera app. You sat there, looking at his phone for a minute before he let out a loud laugh.
You looked up. “What is it?"
He grinned, pointing at something behind you. "It's just Tae taking a picture of us setting up a dating profile," Jungkook said, chuckling.
You turned around to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, holding his phone up with a huge grin on his face. "Don't mind me," Taehyung sang out, winking at the two of you. "Just capturing this for posterity."
Tae showed Jungkook the picture and a fit of laughter erupted again, now from the two of them. "Your face! You look so focused and super serious right now."
Rolling your eyes, you lightly smacked his arm. "This is serious business! We need to find the perfect picture to reel in all the potential matches."
Then you started browsing through his photo gallery to curate the most attractive selection of pictures.
There you had him on the gym doing weights, him on his boxing gear, with his dogs, him doing the dishes with a strangely tight black shirt, a few selfies on his car, with his motorcycle. You could sell a whole album with his photos, how on earth would you do him justice and only choose 10 of them?
"Why is this so hard?"
Jungkook chuckled. "Because you're not choosing photos for a profile, you're trying to find a reason to stare at me and my body for too long."
"Boy, I'm trying to help you here, and if I'm gonna do it, I might as well do this like a professional matchmaker." You retorted.
His eyebrows furrowed. "When have you ever paired someone up?"
You smiled smugly. "That's none of your business, Jeon."
"It is, actually, since you're helping me with this thing."
"Fine, if you must know, I hooked up one my friend's older sister with my college roommate."
"Really? How did that go?" He asked, curious.
"Pretty well, they've been together for a couple years now." You answered, still going through his photos.
"Wasn't your college roommate that guy with the blue hair?" He asked, his tone changing slightly.
"Uh-huh, why?"
"Wasn't he the guy you were dating during our third year?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
"How can you forget about him?" He sounded annoyed. "You spent an entire week crying in my bed because he broke up with you."
"Oh my god, did I? I don't recall." You were playing dumb, of course you remembered but there was no need to talk about that. "What do you think of this one?" It was a shirtless picture, point blank.
"I think you look kinda slutty but everyone's gonna eat it up, you'll get a date in no time." You continued.
"I am not posting a shirtless picture, are you crazy?" He snatched the phone from your hand.
"Well, it's not like we're gonna sell the damn picture, it's just your torso and the picture is really nice, you look good, I don't know why you're making such a fuss."
He didn't say anything, just looked at you.
"What? I'm complimenting you, it's the truth." You rolled your eyes.
"Okay, thank you." He was blushing.
"Are you blushing?" You asked, amused.
"No, it's just really hot in here." He took off his hoodie, throwing it somewhere in your living room.
You didn't even realize how close he was sitting next to you. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd been on your couch, but something felt different today. It was strange.
All the photos that you chose showcased different aspects of Jungkook's personality. Each photo told a story about him - his love for his dogs, his passion for staying active, his playful side with silly selfies. As you scrolled through his gallery, you couldn't help but notice the genuine smile on his face in many of the pictures, a smile that seemed to light up the whole world.
After him putting up a fight on choosing his favorite photos of him, next you had to write him something for his bio.
Jungkook leaned in closer to read over your shoulder.
"This is stupid, what do you want me to write? My name, my age, my occupation?" He was whining.
"Yes, those things obviously, but also things like, I don't know a joke or something to sum up your personality. I want them to know you're fun and cute, mind-blowingly good at everything, something along those lines."
"I am mind-blowingly good at everything." He said, his tone confident.
You rolled your eyes.
"So let's say, what if I write 'shit i'd date the hell out of me', you like it?" You asked him with a smile.
He laughed. "I do, I really do."
"Okay, it's settled." You wrote down the phrase, and a bunch of things about him.
"Now we just have to add something that will hook them up."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, just be honest. Just, don't write that you're looking for a girl to have sex with."
"But I am looking for a girl to have sex with." Blank expression on his face.
"You are so dumb sometimes." You threw a pillow at his face.
He caught it mid-air. "God, you know I'm not look— this was YOUR IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He yelled, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah, but, just write something that will make you look not like a manwhore."
He thought for a moment. "I know, I got it."
"Okay, shoot."
"I'm a manwhore." He had the brightest smile.
"Oh, for the love of..." You couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "Alright, fine. If that's what you want to go with, who am I to stop you?"
You two were done, and he was already getting notifications.
"Woah, that was... surprisingly fast." He was surprised, and you were proud of yourself.
"Of course, you're hot and cute. We don't see your type in dating apps very often."
He gave you a weird look, you couldn't quite figure out. "Thanks?"
"No worries, I'm sure you'll find someone in no time." You patted him on the back as you were getting up and ready to go to the kitchen and make some dinner. "See who you like and I'll help you on how to ask them on a date."
"Okay." He smiled.
"What are you smiling at? Are you looking at them already?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to see which one of these girls will be our first victim."
"Don't call them victims." You laughed.
The truth is that Jungkook only agreed to this because he loves spending time with you.
As you busied yourself in the kitchen, Jungkook couldn't shake the warmth spreading through his chest. He scrolled through the notifications on his phone, half-heartedly swiping left and right. His mind wasn't on finding a date; it was on you.
He couldn't believe he agreed to this. Making a profile on Tinder just to humor the best friend he was in love with, seemed harmless at first, but now, seeing the app light up with potential matches, he felt burdened. He wasn't here to date. He was here because he wanted to be closer to you, even if it meant pretending to search for someone else.
Each time a new message popped up, he found himself wondering if you'd approve. Would you laugh at the cheesy pickup lines together? Would you help him craft witty responses? He realized he didn't care about meeting any of these girls; he only cared about spending time with you.
But as much as he tried to focus on the dating app in front of him, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. To the way you laughed and teased him, to the way you always seemed to know what he needed even when he didn't realize it himself. Jungkook found himself longing for something he couldn't quite name, a feeling that stirred deep within him whenever he was near you.
He sighed, setting his phone down on the coffee table as he leaned back on the couch because he didn't bother looking through any of the profiles. Instead he made his way to the kitchen, where you were standing over a pot, stirring absentmindedly.
He stepped up behind you, watching as you stirred. His chest was warm, and he had a strange urge to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his nose into your neck.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft.
You turned your head slightly, not looking at him but smiling. "Hey."
Jungkook took a step closer, placing his hand over yours. "Let me help," he said.
You handed him the wooden spoon, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange. He stirred the pot gently, mirroring the way he wanted to handle your heart. Neither of you spoke, the only sound filling the room was the clinking of utensils against the pot.
"You okay there?" Your voice broke through his daydreaming.
He answered you softly while running a hand through his hair nervously. "Yeah, just... thinking."
As the aroma of the dish wafted through the air, you felt his warmth seeping into you, comforting and familiar. You couldn't ignore the heavy tension that hung between you, thick like a fog.
He cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "So... what do we do now?" His voice was low, almost a whisper.
You turned around to face him, his eyes searching yours for answers neither of you dared to voice. "We eat dummy," you said with a laugh.
You and Jungkook sat down for dinner, the tension from earlier still lingering between you. As you ate, you caught each other stealing glances when the other wasn't looking.
"So...have you looked at any of the matches yet?" you asked, trying to break the silence.
Jungkook shifted in his seat. "A few, but no one really caught my eye," he said evasively.
You nodded, poking at your food. "Well if you see anyone you like, let me know. I want to help."
"Thanks, I will," Jungkook said with a small smile.
You returned the smile weakly, a pang in your chest at the thought of Jungkook dating someone else. You had pushed the feelings down for so long, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship. But your dumb decision of making him a dating profile forced you to confront how you really felt.
After you finished eating together, Jungkook helped you with the dishes. You dried off your hands, and he was ready to leave. Almost as if he was on a rush.
"Thanks for making dinner," he said with a smile.
You nodded. "Of course, you know I love having you over."
You stood at the door awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Jungkook cleared his throat. "I'll text you," he said.
You gave him a thumbs-up, your voice coming out more high-pitched than normal. "Yeah, cool. See ya later."
He chuckled and leaned down to give you a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his scent. You held him a little longer than necessary, wanting to memorize the feeling of his arms enveloping you.
Jungkook's hand lingered on your shoulder as he pulled away.
"Goodnight," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek before he turned to leave. You watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. As the door closed behind him, you leaned against it, aching with the realization that you might have just pushed away the one person who meant more to you than just a friend.
If only you had the courage to do something.
The following week, you found yourself cleaning your house, the mess had piled up and you had a bunch of your clothes all over the place and that's when you found Jungkook's hoodie from last week. It had fallen between your couch and the wall, so you pulled it out with a considerable amount of force. That's when his iPod fell to the ground.
He still uses this thing? The corners of your mouth turned up involuntarily as you recalled teasing him about the ancient device.
You were surprised, most people uses their phones, or maybe he still has this thing because it was a present from you. If you hadn't seen it you wouldn't have remembered that you had given him this iPod for Christmas like 7 years ago.
You took the device in your hand and turned it on. You figured it would be nice to hear his playlists while you kept cleaning.
You should have just connected it and played it on shuffle. But I guess humans are very nosey creatures. Creatures who love to go through someone else's things, just to see another hidden side of said person.
So, like any other normal human being, you opened his lists, and started to go through them.
"Golden mix", "Euphoria", "OST's". Those were pretty standard. "Lonely nights" a bit of a stretch, "Best of the 00s", "Dance party" and "Songs to sing along". Fork found in kitchen. And there was one more playlist that caught your attention.
Simply labeled with— "Your name."
Your heart started beating faster. What is this?
You opened the playlist and you were welcomed by a list of what it seemed like... love songs.
The first one was "Best Friend". You didn't know what to think. Why did he have a playlist with songs like "Kiss me" by Matt Maltese, "Mountains" by Charlotte Day Wilson, "Making Time" by Rex Orange County. All love songs.
Then it hit you. He's in love.
You started panicking. Your heart racing with thoughts you couldn't ignore any longer. The playlist named after you echoed in your mind.
You couldn't believe it. Jungkook, your best friend, the one who always seemed so casual and carefree, had a playlist dedicated to you filled with love songs. Your mind raced as you tried to process this new information. Was it possible that he felt the same way you did? That the tension between you wasn't one-sided after all?
You sat down on the couch, still holding his iPod in your hands. The weight of it felt heavier now, as if it held all the unspoken words and emotions that had been swirling between you and Jungkook. You couldn't bring yourself to put it down; instead, you scrolled through the playlist again, each song title tugging at your heartstrings.
A sense of warmth washed over you, mingled with fear and uncertainty. What should you do now? Should you confront Jungkook about the playlist, lay all your cards on the table and risk changing everything between you? Or should you keep quiet, pretend you never stumbled upon this precious list?
You knew there was something going on, you weren't stupid. But you couldn't bring yourself to accept the possibility that the guy you love, might like you back. It's easier to pretend like nothing is happening. You have built this whole imaginary life with him in your head, but not once did you consider that it might be a two-way street.
"I already said I'm in love with you Can't you hear me? Why do you act like you don't? You know well the spark in my eyes when I look at you Can't you see it? Why do you act like you don't?"
You had been listening to the song on repeat for an hour. It was stuck in your head. Your heart was aching.
The reality was finally sinking in.
"He's in love with me," you whispered to yourself, the realization hitting you like a tidal wave. It explained so much—his kindness, his attentiveness, even his willingness to go along with making a stupid profile for a stupid dating app. But you had built walls around your heart, afraid to acknowledge the possibility that your feelings were reciprocated.
You felt a surge of emotions, a mix of joy and fear swirling inside you. Jungkook's unspoken confession through his playlist left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely hopeful.
"Falling" played softly through the speakers, its lyrics painting a picture of longing and uncertainty. It mirrored your own inner turmoil, the battle between fear and listening to your heart for once.
You had spent so long convincing yourself that this was just a friendship, that any romantic thoughts were one-sided. Now, faced with the truth, you didn't know what to do next. Should you tell Jungkook? Should you pretend you never saw the playlist?
Your mind raced with questions, but deep down, you knew you couldn't ignore this any longer. Jungkook's feelings were out in the open, laid bare through these songs that said a lot about his emotions.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let the music wash over you. Each melody, each lyric felt like a confession, a plea for you to see what had been in front of you all along.
"I already said I'm in love with you," the lyrics repeated in your mind, echoing the words you longed to hear from Jungkook himself.
The weight of the situation settled over you. You constructed the exact same playlist on your own phone, replaying it endlessly, searching for answers in the same songs he had chosen. It became a ritual, a way to understand what Jungkook hadn't yet said aloud. Each track felt like a message, a confession hidden in plain sight.
As days passed, the playlist became a lifeline, a connection to Jungkook that transcended words. You wondered if he knew the impact his secret gesture had on you, if he realized how deeply you analyzed each song, each lyric, each subtle hint of affection.
It was as if the playlist had become a conversation between your hearts, a silent dialogue that spoke volumes about your unspoken emotions. You couldn't deny the truth any longer—the love you felt for Jungkook had bloomed quietly, nurtured by his unwavering presence in your life and it reflected in the selection of songs carefully chosen by him.
And so you continued to listen, to immerse yourself in the music that spoke of love and longing. It was a soundtrack to his emotions, a testament to the unspeakable love that had grown between you and him.
The guys had planned a small gathering at your house. Hoseok, Jimin and Tae arrived at the same time around 8:00 p.m. with food, drinks and Cards Against Humanity. They were already having fun when they rang the bell.
"Hey," you said as you opened the door.
"Hey!" they greeted you.
You all headed towards the living room and they placed the things they brought on the table.
You chuckled, feeling a wave of warmth at their enthusiasm. "Thanks for coming, guys. I've got the place ready—cleaned up only for you the other day," you teased, motioning towards the neatly arranged living room.
As you all settled in, chatting and unpacking the snacks and games, there was a noticeable absence. Jungkook hadn't arrived yet, and though you tried not to dwell on it, his absence didn't go unnoticed by your friends.
"Where's Jungkook?" Tae finally asked, voicing the question that lingered in the air.
You shrugged nonchalantly, though your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "Not sure. He said he might be a bit late."
Hoseok raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Jimin. "Didn't he say he was gonna meet with someone from Tinder?"
"Tinder?"
"You know, the dating app," Tae chimed in, taking a bite of a snack.
"I know what Tinder is Tae,” you replied with a laugh, trying to keep your cool.
"So you didn't know he was on a date?"
"No, he didn't tell me. Are you serious? He's on a date right now?" Your voice came out louder than expected, and you cursed yourself for the slip.
Jimin frowned, concerned. "Are you okay, Y/N?"
You waved dismissively, trying to downplay the hurt and disappointment. "Yeah, all good... well, more food and games for us until he gets here."
You tried to push down the gnawing feeling of jealousy that threatened to surface at the thought of Jungkook on a date with someone else. The idea of him with another person stirred up emotions you had been trying so hard to accept the past days. You forced a smile as you joined in the banter and laughter, attempting to bury your own conflicting emotions.
Despite their casual remarks, you couldn't shake the unease settling in your stomach. You hoped Jungkook would arrive soon, eager for his presence to dispel the nervous tension building within you.
The minutes ticked by, filled with laughter and infinite jokes over Cards Against Humanity. Each time the doorbell rang, you found yourself tensing, hoping it was him. But each time, it turned out to be someone else—a delivery person, one of your neighbors...
As the evening progressed, you couldn't help but steal glances at your phone, checking for any messages from Jungkook. But you decided not to keep waiting and decided to send him a text first.
'whats taking you so longggggggg' it read.
He replied instantly. 'i'm outside, coming now'
You put down your phone, your heart pounding. A few seconds later, you heard familiar footsteps approaching and there was a knock on the door. You got up, heading towards the door.
"He's here!" Tae exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he jumped up to answer the door with you.
You held your breath as Jungkook stepped inside, a sheepish smile on his lips as he greeted everyone. His eyes met yours briefly, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.
"Sorry I'm late guys," Jungkook said, setting down a bag of drinks next to Tae's.
Jimin smirked teasingly. "Lost track of time, huh?"
Jungkook chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Haha nah,"
Absolutely not. It was a disaster. Why did I agree to this? She seemed nice enough online, he thought, but in person... It just wasn’t there. The conversation felt forced, and I couldn’t wait for it to end. He grimaced, recalling how he struggled to find common ground and forced a laugh at her jokes. I should've been with y/n tonight, helping her get everything ready for this.
Of course, all of that stayed in his head. He was embarrassed to tell everyone how much he hated meeting someone new. It would just give your friends the opening to tease him more about it.
"Well, you made it, and we're all here now. So let's start" you suggested, breaking the silence.
His eyes sought out yours, finding a mix of emotions reflected back at him—surprise, curiosity, and something he couldn't quite place.
Everyone nodded in agreement and moved to gather around the coffee table, pulling your cushions closer.
With Jungkook's presence, the gathering felt complete, as if a missing piece had been found.
And as you all laughed and played into the night, you couldn't ignore the way Jungkook's gaze lingered on you, a silent reassurance of the feelings you'd been trying to suppress.
"I'm going to take a photo of this." Tae announced, lifting up his beer.
You and the others followed suit, holding your drinks up and smiling. Jungkook on your right got closer to you for the picture, cheek to cheek, his scent surrounding you. You wanted to lean in and practically inhale him.
"Perfect." Tae snapped the shot, and then showed it to the group. "What do you think, everyone?"
Everyone agreed that it was a good photo.
"We all look great," Tae said.
"But not as good as those two," Hoseok joked.
You rolled your eyes. "Please."
"It's true," Hoseok insisted. "You guys look good together."
Jimin nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "They're right. You’d make a cute couple."
Jungkook felt shy at their words. It's not like he was trying to hide his feelings for you, but he hadn't exactly made his intentions known, either. It was frustrating, wanting to be closer to you but not knowing how.
At least it was encouraging to know that your closest friends were seeing you both that way. That meant he had hope, right?
"Okay, that's enough," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Let's keep playing."
As the game resumed, the group's attention shifted back to the cards.
You cleared your throat, shifting awkwardly on the cushion. "So... how was your date?"
Jungkook winced, not meeting your eyes. "It was okay," he said, his tone lacking enthusiasm.
You bit your lip, curiosity gnawing at you. "Just okay? What happened?"
Jungkook shook his head, still not meeting your gaze. "I don't know. It just didn't feel right, I guess."
You tilted your head, searching his face. "What do you mean?"
Jungkook shrugged, a sheepish expression on his face. "It was just... awkward. We didn't really click. I don't know."
Your chest tightened, a mix of emotions swirling inside. "Oh," you managed, turning back to the game. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not good at this kind of thing, you know? Meeting new people, going on dates. It's hard for me. I'd rather be with people I already know and trust."
You knew what he meant. The same went for you. It was hard enough trying to navigate your feelings without having to worry about other people, too.
You nodded, giving him a small smile. "I get it."
"I just wish it could be easier, you know? Like, finding someone you actually like who happens to also like you back, and not having to worry about anything else. Just enjoying each other's company."
Your breath caught, your mind reeling from his words. And from the way he was looking at you, you could tell he wasn't just talking about friendship.
"Why would you say something like that?" you questioned, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.
Jungkook's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Say something like what?"
"That you wish you could be with someone who actually likes you and not have to worry about anything else."
"I... because it's true. I don't want to go on stupid dates anymore, I want to be with someone I care about. Someone I can laugh and have fun with."
You swallowed, your pulse quickening.
"Someone like who?"
Jungkook exhaled, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I think you know who," he said quietly.
You stared at him, speechless, as his words sunk in. Your heart was racing, your body buzzing with adrenaline.
Hoseok, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly made himself heard, "I think I'm stuck in your bathroom!"
You and Jungkook turned to find your friend, who sounded flustered and slightly panicked. Jimin and Tae burst into laughter, trying to contain themselves as Hoseok continued to tug at the bathroom door.
"What do you mean you're stuck?" Jimin managed to ask between giggles.
Hoseok yelled helplessly. "I went in to use the bathroom, and now the door won't open!"
Jungkook glanced at you with a bemused smile, the tension from earlier dissipating with the absurdity of the situation. "Seriously, Hobi?" he chuckled.
Hoseok sounded exasperated. "It's not funny! How am I supposed to get out of here?"
"I'll go get some tools," Tae offered, still chuckling as he headed towards the kitchen.
You stepped closer to the bathroom door, trying to assess the situation. "It's just stuck. Let me try," you suggested, reaching for the handle and giving it a firm tug.
To everyone's surprise, the door swung open easily, revealing Hoseok looking both relieved and slightly embarrassed. "Oh, thanks, I swear it was stuck…"
Jimin clapped Hoseok on the back, still laughing. "Sure it was, Hobi. Sure."
The rest of the evening passed by in a blur of laughter and games, and despite the lingering awkwardness from earlier, you were glad that the night had gone well.
It was close to 2:00 a.m. when your friends finally began to call it a night, and you were exhausted.
"Thanks again for coming, everyone. I had a lot of funnnn," you said, giving them each a hug goodbye.
Jungkook was still on your kitchen helping you clean up all the mess you made. Drying the dishes and placing the glasses on your cabinets. You were cleaning up the table when he walked up to you.
"Need any help?"
"I'm done, thank you."
"Are you sure?"
"I am, thanks Kookie,"
You started walking towards your room when you heard him speak up.
"I really liked being here tonight."
"I know it was a lot of fun," you replied with a small smile. You grabbed his hoodie and his iPod to return them. Staring at the endearing device. Almost as if it were something fragile.
"I'm glad you had a good time," you responded as you walked back to the kitchen, handing him back his belongings. As you stood there in the dimly lit room, a comfortable silence settled between you. Jungkook's gaze was intense as he looked at you, his eyes searching yours for something unspoken.
Jungkook paused his moves, as if weighing his next words carefully. "I was thinking... maybe we could hang out again this week, just the two of us."
"What about the girl from Tinder?" you asked as you returned to face him, your tone sharper than you intended.
Jungkook frowned, confusion clouding his features. "What are you talking about? You know I went on one date. I told you it was a disaster."
You sighed, suddenly feeling foolish. "Yeah, I know, don't know why I asked that, haha" you muttered. "Didn't know you still used this thing,"
He smiled, his fingers brushing over the iPod. "I still love my music in here, you know, it sounds a lot better"
"Yeah, that's what I thought,"
He looked at you intently, and the air between you seemed to grow heavy.
"I've missed spending time with you, Y/N."
Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse quickening as you stared at him. "Me too," you whispered.
"So, is that a yes?"
"A yes to what?"
"The offer to hang out,"
"Oh, right. Um, yeah, sure. Sounds nice."
Jungkook's face lit up. "Cool. Well, I guess I'll see you later, then." With a final smile, he turned and left.
You watched him go and your mind was spinning. Jungkook's words echoed in your head, his words sending a flutter through your chest. You couldn't help but grin. Maybe there was hope for you two after all.
The following day, you woke up to the sun streaming in through your curtains, illuminating the room in a soft glow. You stretched lazily, savoring the warmth of your bed, before reluctantly climbing out and heading to the bathroom to wash up.
Unconciously, you began to shut yourself out. You had spent the whole night awake, thoughts about the possibility of being with your best friend swirling around your head, preventing you from falling asleep.
As you brushed your teeth, you heard your phone buzz. It was a text from him.
'Good morning'
A smile tugged at your lips, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
'good morning'
'can we go out today? im craving pizza'
You bit your lip, considering the invitation. A part of you was eager to see him, but another part was worried that it might be awkward, especially after the scenarios you created in your head last night.
You ended up refusing to go out with him. And he started to get anxious. He thought he may have done something wrong. That you were actually angry for going on a date or that you no longer wanted him to be part of your life just because he went out with someone else.
Jungkook started panicking.
And so, he called the guys.
"I don't know, she's just not acting normal." he sighed.
"Did something happen the other night?" Hoseok asked, concerned.
"No, I don't think so. She didn't say anything to me,"
"So why is she mad at you?"
"I have no idea. I was hoping maybe you had an idea,"
"Did she say she was mad at you?"
"Not directly, but she didn't want to go out today,"
"Well, I'm not surprised. She's probably just tired,"
"Tired?"
"Yeah, from work and all that, she's probably exhausted. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Do you think so? You don't think she's mad at me?"
"I really don't think she is. She'll probably just want to rest for a few days, and then things will go back to normal."
Your attitude changed so suddenly. You kept on cancelling on him. It’s been weeks.
"You have to talk to her, man," Jimin said.
"What do I say? How do I bring it up? Do I just ask her why she's been avoiding me? What if she doesn't know what I'm talking about?"
"Then ask her. Don't overthink it. Just say it."
Jungkook sighed, frustrated. "You make it sound so easy,"
"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. It's probably gonna be awkward as fuck, but you can't let it get in the way of your friendship. You've been friends for so long, and it's obviously important to both of you. If she really is mad at you, then you need to find out what's going on. But if she's not, then you need to clear the air and move on. Because otherwise, this is just gonna keep getting worse and worse for you."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm just... worried, I guess."
"I know, but don't be. Everything’s fine. It’ll work out, especially if you let her know that you like her."
"What? Are you crazy? I can't just tell her that."
"Why not?"
"Because... what if she doesn't feel the same way?"
"So what if she doesn't? You'll never know unless you tell her. And if she does feel the same way, then you can finally stop being all sad and pathetic."
"You think she likes me?"
"Well, only she can tell you that, but you'll never know if you don't talk to her. So suck it up and go for it."
"Fine. I'll talk to her."
"Good."
"But... how do I tell her?"
"Just be honest. Tell her you've been worried that something is wrong, and you want to make sure everything is okay. Then let her know how you feel. But, be prepared for her reaction. If she doesn't feel the same way, it could make things weird. But you need to deal with it and move on."
That same day you were laying down in bed, scrolling through your phone. Reading over and over the lyrics of one particular song on the playlist.
"Is there a place for me? Is there a place for us? I can't tell you how much I love you, babe Open the door Open your heart Tell me how you're feeling, I miss you so bad I'm falling to pieces"
And just like that, your phone began vibrating, your heart beating rapidly as his name flashed across the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hey, are you free? Can we talk?"
"Uhm... sure, yeah. Now?"
"If it's okay, yes."
"Okay,"
"I'm coming up now."
"Wait, wha-..."
Jungkook was already at your door, knocking frantically. You opened it for him, your heart in your throat.
He stood before you, looking determined. His eyes were wide, his hair tousled, and he was out of breath, as if he had just run a marathon.
"Sorry, I was already on my way. I had to do it now. I have to say it, because otherwise, I won't have the courage to say it some other time,"
"Okay?"
He inhaled deeply, his eyes locked on yours.
"Y/N, I really, really like you. And I've been so confused and conflicted because I've always liked you, then I started thinking that maybe there was more. And then I realized there was. I really, really like you."
You swallowed hard, the words ringing in your ears.
"I-..."
"It's okay, I just wanted you to know,"
You shook your head, struggling to comprehend what he had just told you. "I'm sorry, I'm just..."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I had to say it."
"So, does this mean... what are you saying exactly?"
Jungkook hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Y/N, I don't expect anything from you, and I don't want things to get weird. But I just had to tell you. I'm crazy about you."
You nodded slowly, processing his words. "uh. I-... uh."
"I know it's sudden, and I'm sorry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. But I don't want anything to change, I promise. I'll just go, and we can forget this ever happened. We can go back to the way things were, I promise. I'm sorry,"
"Jungkook, stop apologizing. It's not a bad thing, I'm just... processing. I've never had anyone say they're crazy about me before," with your phone in your hand an idea immediately came to you.
"Can I show you something?" you asked him.
"What is it?"
You walked up to him, your phone in your hand. You handed him your device and let him see your screen. There it was, the infamous playlist.
Jungkook's doe eyes widened, a small gasp escaping his lips as he noticed. "What... is this...?"
"I went through your iPod when you left your hoodie last time," you told him with an embarrassed grin. "They’re the same songs you have on yours,"
"This is so embarrassing," he groaned, his cheeks red. "You... you went through my iPod?" Jungkook asked, now with a hint of amusement in his voice.
You nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief that he wasn't angry about it. "I was curious about the music you listen to. And I found… this,”
He stared at the playlist, then back at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "So... does that mean you... already knew how I felt?" Jungkook asked, hope flickering in his eyes.
Your heart raced at his words, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling inside you. Could this really be happening? Could your long-standing friendship truly be blossoming into something more?
"Jungkook," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I like you too. More than just a friend."
"So what does this mean? That we are supposed to be together?"
"Maybe, or maybe not. It could just mean that you have great taste in music and I admire it,"
Jungkook's eyes widened with hope, a grin spreading across his face. "I've been wanting to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining everything between us."
You smiled, your heart fluttering. "Me too, I’m sorry for making you worry these past few days,"
"Can I hug you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Jungkook held onto you tightly, his arms snug around your waist. You rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes and inhaling his familiar scent.
After a few moments, he pulled away slightly, his hands still resting on your hips.
He looked at you with a mix of relief and uncertainty in his eyes. "So, I didn't ruin anything between us?" he murmured softly.
You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "You didn't ruin anything, Jungkook. If anything, you've made everything clearer."
His shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, a hint of a smile returning to his face. "I'm glad."
"I'm glad too," you began again, your voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "But I also want you to know that... I've been thinking a lot too."
Jungkook turned to face you fully, his expression a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "About...?"
"About us," you admitted softly, meeting his gaze. "About how much I enjoy spending time with you, about how much I admire you, and... how I've felt something more than just friendship for a while now."
His eyes widened slightly, hope flickering in them. "A while?”
You nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Jungkook. A while. I've just been afraid to say anything because I didn't want to lose you in case you didn't felt the same way about me."
He stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out tentatively. "Y/N... I wish I had known sooner. I've been struggling with these feelings, not knowing if you felt the same way."
"I'm sorry for not saying anything earlier," you murmured, your fingers brushing against his. "But I'm glad we're talking about it now."
He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "Me too. More than anything."
There was a moment of silence between you, the weight of your shared emotions hanging in the air. Finally, Jungkook spoke again, his voice filled with determination.
"So... what do we do now?"
You chuckled softly, feeling a surge of affection for him. "I think we take it one step at a time. We've already taken a big step today."
He nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just... really happy right now."
"Me too," you said, squeezing his hand.
"I guess the only question now is... are we... together together?" he asked hesitantly.
You grinned, your heart pounding in your chest. "Only if you want us to be,"
"Yes, yes, yes. Of course, yes,"
"Then it's settled. We're together," you giggled.
Jungkook laughed, the sound sending a warm feeling through your chest.
Cut to 4 years in the future.
There you were at a dinner with friends and family. It had been four years since you got together, but it felt like an eternity. You both were so excited for each other, for your life from now on.
"Hey, you got a little something," he whispered, brushing away a strand of hair from your cheek.
You couldn't help but smile, his touch as tender as ever. "Thanks,"
"No problem," he smiled.
Then you could hear someone clinking a glass. "A few words from the fiancé!" Jin's voice reverberated through the dimly lit restaurant.
"Y-yeah, yeah," your boyfriend stuttered, clearing his throat and standing up. He was a nervous wreck, and it was adorable.
"Um, first, thank you all for being here. It really means a lot to us. We know how important it is to have your loved ones around you on a special day, and we're so grateful for everyone who's supported us. Second, a special thanks to my future father and mother-in-law. Thank you for always being there for us and for supporting our relationship. And, um, thanks to my own parents for, uh, also supporting us."
As the guests began to laugh, your boyfriend cleared his throat and continued, his gaze fixed on yours.
"But most importantly, I want to say thank you to my amazing girlfriend. Thank you for making every day better. Thank you for always being by my side and for loving me unconditionall—"
"We know that already! Entertain us or I won't pay the bill!" Jin's loud voice interrupted again.
You couldn't help but chuckle and the guests laughed again, amused.
Your fiancé smiled, clearly enjoying the teasing.
"Alright, alright," Jungkook cleared his throat before he continued, "actually, we agreed that we'd never tell anyone how we actually got together but I guess we're past that, right babe?"
"Oh no, don't!" You blushed, a little embarrassed.
"It's a funny story," he continued. "It's kind of a long one, but this girl right here thought that the best course of action was to make me a dating app profile before telling me that she was in love with me."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"I was dumb, okay?" you joked, earning more laughter from the guests.
"So, we ended up talking to some people on said dating app and went on a few dates, which were terrible—"
"Hey! It's not my fault that you agreed even though you were also in love with me!" — "Everyone, he had a playlist with my name filled with sentimental songs like the most lovesick boy on Earth!"
"But babe trust me, it's a great playlist, by the way," you added.
"And then we got drunk, and the truth was revealed."
"What?! No way," Hoseok laughed.
"We weren’t drunk, I’m kidding, I just told her that I had liked her since the beginning," he said. "We just made a disaster, and we were both scared shitless."
"But here we are," you added.
"So, yeah, thanks for coming everyone," your fiancé concluded, his voice breaking a little as he wrapped up his little speech.
You could see him trying to blink back tears as he sat back down next to you, and you gave his hand a squeeze.
"You did great," you whispered, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.
"Thanks," he replied, his voice hoarse.
Your parents got up, taking the floor after him.
"Thank you, thank you," your mom said, a bit embarrassed.
"We’d like to share a few words as well. First, we'd like to thank everyone for coming. It's such a privilege to have all our family and friends here, and we're so thankful for your support. And we're especially grateful for our beautiful daughter and our soon-to-be son-in-law. We are so proud of both of you, and we know you'll have a long and happy life together."
"Thanks," you managed to say, overcome with emotion.
"So, now, we'd like to present the couple with a little something. It's just a small token of our love for them," your mother added, signaling for someone to come forward.
Jimin, Hoseok, and Tae stood up from the table and approached the stage, each of them holding a framed collage.
"Here, you can pass these out," your mother said, handing each of the guests copies of the photos.
You and your fiancé were stunned as the three guys presented the photos to you.
The photos were a collage of different memories: you and him during his graduation, another one from yours, a candid shot of him cooking for you, a photo of the two of you smiling in front of the sunset, and a picture of him holding your hand while you were asleep.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you took in the beautiful photos, each one capturing a special moment in your relationship. The love and happiness radiating from the images made your heart feel full to the brim. You glanced at Jungkook, whose eyes were also glistening with unshed tears, and you reached for his hand, holding it tightly.
"Thank you so much," you managed to say, your voice choked with emotion. "These are... perfect."
"I have a gift for you too," you told him, reaching under the table. You brought out a box wrapped in bright pink paper and a bow.
He looked at you with surprise, his eyes shining with curiosity as he took the box from your hands. Slowly unwrapping it, his mouth fell open in astonishment when he saw what was inside. Nestled within the box was a beautifully crafted watch, the silver band gleaming under the soft light of the restaurant.
"Oh wow," he breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's... it's incredible."
"It's engraved," you whispered, pointing to the back of the watch where a message was etched. His eyes widened as he read the words: 'Forever yours, Y/N.'
"I was hoping you'd wear it to the wedding," you said, grinning. "But don't cry, you'll make me cry!" you exclaimed.
"I'm not crying, I just..." he trailed off, sniffling.
"I love it," Jungkook finally managed to say, his voice filled with emotion. He stood up abruptly and pulled you into a tight hug, “I love you.”
As you both separated, there was a collective 'aww' from the guests, making you both blush.
The rest of the evening continued with laughter and joy, surrounded by the love of friends and family. People danced, sang, and shared stories late into the night. It was a celebration of love and new beginnings.
As the night winded down and guests started to leave, you found yourselves standing alone in the dimly lit space. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.
"Thank you for everything today," you said sincerely, looking into his big brown eyes.
"Thank you for being mine," he replied softly, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.
"I wouldn't want to be anyone else's," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
Jungkook cupped your face in his hands and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of the deepest affection you’ve ever felt.
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Ascent to Oblivion part 2 - echoes of regret
He wanted you to awaken, yet he’s not sure why. Maybe he wanted answers. A reasonable explanation for your absurd actions.
Notes: Ahhhhh, I'm finally free again! I'm so sorry for not posting for a while, I was busy. Anyways, thank you so much for being patient with me. Part 2 is finally outttt. Also, tried a new writing style? I decided to go for less editing on this one, I want to see if it's better in terms of writing emotions. Thank you for 100 followers btw. You guys are the best <33
Warning: reader is not traveler btw, scara's pov after the battle, slight angst?
Peace was a luxury that Scaramouche could never afford.
How could he, when the treachery was etched in the steps of his past ?
Yet the solitude that submerged the city of Sumeru leaves a bitter taste resting on his tongue. He settled beside a statue of the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, overlooking the city she once presided over. The region he was supposed to subjugate and bend to his will.
For once, he’ll be the one exercising control, toying with the strings of his very own marionette play. He’ll devote himself to the role of the puppeteer, finding delight in engineering the people to act according to his words and his words alone. To constrain them to kneel and beg for mercy, manipulating their resolve for his own amusement.
But alas, it was not meant to be. For he had been defeated by a pesky Traveler and their idiotic companions.
Scaramouche’s face soured.
What a disgrace.
His sharp eyes remained its scornful glare at the city. He can not stand staring at the tranquility he yearned to have. The gentle winds that rushed his way seemed to mock him further . It left a lingering caress on his cheek, offering a taste of what he’d been missing for 500 years. He scowls, the hatred evident in his features. A flurry of fallen leaves soon crashed in his direction, dancing away as it avoided him to catch up with the gust of air. One such leaf had landed on your face though, as you lay asleep beside him. He had almost forgotten he brought you here on a whim, despite the Lesser Lord Kusanali’s warnings.
Their conversation was still fresh in his mind. Having visited you a few times everyday, the Dendro Archon’s attention was caught. She harbored a small smile on her tiny face, her voice warm as usual.
“You don’t have to come here everyday you know?”
He recalls sighing in reply, “I know.”
“But I have to”
Have to, huh?
His answer never really made sense, even to him. He doesn't know why he possessed such a strong obligation to see you. Maybe it had something to do with the turmoil of emotions he was experiencing, raging in his non-existent heart and influencing his thoughts. He wanted you to awaken, yet he’s not sure why.
Maybe he wanted answers. A reasonable explanation for your absurd actions.
Scara still remembers that day. Every single detail. He can’t forget how your body pressed against his, the metallic red a cool contrast to his overheating skin. The way your arms encompassed around him, squeezing him tightly like you were terrified he’d vanish without a trace. He recounts the smash of the debris falling on you, a consequence you suffered for attempting to shield him from danger.
A stupid move, really.
He was a puppet, a mere rubble like that was not a threat to his utility. Yet you , with all your mortal characteristics, decided to play hero and shelter him from it. Now look where that got you.
Asleep .
For two whole weeks.
Why even bother doing something like that? He wasn’t someone you’d want to save. He had hurt you prior to his fall, yet with no hesitation, you jumped to catch him.
…You dumbass.
What’s so special about him anyways?
He was nothing more than a discarded puppet, a vessel that was tossed away. A broken doll who's shattered pieces had crumbled to dust, leaving behind a shell of who he once was.
What part of him was worthy of your adoration? To the point where you disregard your safety just to come to his rescue?
He was insignificant. A failure . A worthless scrap of metal.
The despairing sobs he vocalized that day served as a reminder that his existence was a mistake. He plummeted to a time in the past when a shed tear sealed his fate to be discarded. He expected you to do the same.
Yet you didn't .
You didn't abdicate him. You didn't push him away. You simply emboldened your hold and refused to let go. Your touch brought such fervor ardor he had never felt before, a fleeting emotion that loiters within his senses despite the passage of time. Your touch provided him the solace he'd been searching for. But did he even deserve that comfort?
He eyes your complexion, and his chest burns. What a cruel play by fate, charming the wires of affection out of his grasp and awarding it to you like a trophy.
If only you didn't catch him, then he wouldn't be this troubled.
If only you let him fall.
If only you never cared.
The burn starts to grow, the searing sting tormenting the foundation of his being. His stomach lurches, oh how badly he wants to throw up. Maybe he'll end up vomiting all these useless feelings too.
He wills to change the past, for a preferable outcome in the future. If he never existed, this dilemma would cease to exist. He wouldn’t have to suffer, and you would go on your merry way. Like a parallel line, your paths would never be bound to meet. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be asleep in the first place. Maybe you’d be out there somewhere, roaming Teyvat with the Traveler without the hindrance of his presence.
His existence bordered between pain and fury anyway, and he knew more than anyone how it was certainly a life not worth prevailing.
With a sigh, Scara narrowed those eyes of his in your direction. How dare you look so peaceful when he's over here, drenched in a scorching passion of self-hatred? The audacity to just remain there, with your pretty eyes closed, and not bother doing anything about it. He huffs, ready to hurl more insults at you. Maybe you’ll wake up from it, returning his jabs as you shoot him a dirty look. And yet…
“Sorry…”
Something entirely different tumbled out of his mouth. He blinks, barely registering the phrases ripped from his throat. Did he just-
“...I’m sorry”
Why was he apologizing? What was there to apologize for? He wanted to slander you for your interference in his life, not to beg for forgiveness.
A drop of water descends onto your cheek. Huh?
Was it starting to rain?
“...You idiot”
He stops. Has he always sounded like that? Strained… and distressed?
And why was his vision blurring?
“Please…”
The pang of discomfort bites him without a warning, and it hurts. It hurts so bad. His trembling hands reach out to you. He wants to nuzzle against your arms again, to have you drown out his sorrows in an act of intimacy he’s been longing for.
“Please wake up already”
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Tim Through the Years - The Game
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Summary: You go to a hockey game with Tim and your brothers. 0.6k+ words
To say that Sam was nervous was a HUGE understatement. Dinner with Dean and Tim did not end well, and his twin sister was hurt. He knew y/n wanted the dinner to go well in hopes that Dean would approve of Tim since family means everything to the Winchester siblings. So, with the help of his twin, he got hockey tickets for them up against the glass.
Dean loved hockey ever since he could remember, and it helped him through his teenage years. It was an outlet to get out all his anger at their father. He knew Tim liked hockey because his sister told him they had been to multiple games together. It obviously was not the best night to watch the game because it was the LA Knights vs. The Kansas City Wendigos… and both men were dressed head to toe in their respective teams' jerseys and merchandise. This night was going to end just like dinner. Tim was on your left and Dean on your right, neither of them speaking, and wearing big scowls on their faces.
“Anyone want anything to drink?” you asked nervously.
“Beer,” both Tim and Dean responded.
“Okay…” you replied as you and Sam got up and went to get the drinks.
While you and Sam were gone, Tim and Dean sat crossed-armed, and the tension could be cut with a knife. A man behind them recognized Tim as an officer from a previous encounter.
“Get out of here, pig,” the man slurred.
Tim calmly ignored the guy, but he kept throwing insults at Tim.
Dean stood up and sneered while towering over the man. “Alright, cool it. This man is a respected officer and should be treated with respect. If you don’t leave him alone, you’ll have to deal with me!”
The man mumbled out an apology and quickly turned away from the two of them. Soon silence filled the space once again.
Tim looked at Dean and offered, “Hey, man, I just want to apologize for what happened at dinner. I let my anger get the better of me. I just really like your sister. She’s very important to me and I want to protect her.”
Dean looked at Tim and said, “All good, man. I said some stuff I shouldn’t either. New leaf?”
By the time you and Sam got back, Tim and Dean were standing side-by-side, banging on the glass and cheering together. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all. After the game, as you were heading to the car, Tim and Dean were the best of friends, so it seemed like the plan actually worked!
“Can you believe that fight that broke out right in front of us!? Absolutely ridiculous!” Tim said to Dean between fits of laughter.
“The guy lost his front tooth!” Dean added, laughing loudly.
“What about that save! That was so crazy! I cannot believe they saved that!” Tim explained loudly. “Are you keeping that puck or can I give it to your sister?”
Dean dug around his leather jacket and tossed the puck over to Tim, and Tim caught it in the air. “I’m gonna tell her you fought a small child for this,” Tim told Dean. Dean looked at Tim and laughed while nodding his head.
“Hey.” Dean grabbed Tim’s shoulder once they reached the car. “You’re an okay guy, just don’t hurt my sister and we won’t have any problems. 'Kay?”
“I’d never hurt her, but you’d have to get in line if you do. All my friends chose her over me already,” Tim said while smiling.
“Good, then we can all hide the body,” Dean joked. “Want to go get beer and burgers sometime?”
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Chapter 8 - The New Hire
Summary: Simon x Reader, 4.1k words. Johnny finds a new fitting role for you as you focus your time on becoming closer to Simon and opening up to him more. CW: MDNI +18 content, mentions of violence, mentions of fictional terrorist attack, mentions of past domestic abuse, 'intimate' touching, breast play very fluffy more like breast holding if anything, hurt/comfort, PTSD.
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Simon’s not said anything and you’re just staring at him.
“What did you see?” He asks. You swallow, should you lie. You want to lie. Then its easier right? Then he can’t get mad at you. You prop yourself up on your arm.
“You were in the pump room with Johnny, You were, telling him to leave Amelia alone. You were beating him.” You say looking down at your hands.
He lets out a long sigh, he doesn’t sound mad just disappointed, upset. You look up at him, his eyes still focused on your face, his expression hard like he’s waiting for you to deliver the worst news ever to him.
“I don’t think any different, I don’t feel any different about you.” You say reaching out to touch his arm. It’s a reassuring touch, he looks down at your fingers brushing his arm. He sighs again looking back up at you reading your face like he needs to see if you’re lying or not. You keep your eyes on him not looking away.
“You’re not the monster you think you are. You’re kind, caring, going out of your way to protect strangers. That’s not something a monster would do. The people you talk to, grab whatever you call it. Those people are the monsters. You probably saved that woman’s life tonight.” You say, you’re almost pleading for him to listen, he moves up in the bed so you’re face to face and kisses you.
It’s not what you were expecting but you let it happen closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you up against him as you sink back down into his arms. You let out a big sigh and breathe him in listening to his heartbeat as you lay there in silence.
“I love you.” He says after a while. You smile feeling a wave of relief wash over you, he still loves you you haven’t ruined everything.
“I love you too.” You reply running your hands up his chest. He lets out an audible sigh and kisses the top of your head.
“Promise me you’ll never do that again, sneak around. I need to know you’re safe and I can’t do that when I don’t know where you are.” He says.
“I promise.” You say. You mean it this time. You saw what you needed to see. You trust him, you’re not judging him. He’s still here that’s what’s important for a second you thought he was going to bolt or be mad at you. You feel him relax the tension on his grip vanishing as you press your body up against him.
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When you get to work the next morning Johnny is stood next to Kyle looking at something on the computer. Johnny winks at you when he sees Simon following just behind you. You roll your eyes going over to see what they’re looking at.
“Did you hear about it?” Kyle asks as you see they’re watching a live news report. You read what the bumper is saying. It’s a terrorist attack, happened in France.
“What happened?” You ask, Simon is behind you watching too.
“Terrorists blew up one of the tube stations. Rush hour so a lot of people have been killed.” Kyle says, you see the number 50 confirmed dead, more injured. Thats a lot of people it makes your stomach do flips.
“Has Price seen it?” Simon asks.
“He was on the phone with Laswell ‘bout it till the new fella showed up.” Johnny says. You and Simon both turn to Johnny.
“What new fella?” You ask frowning.
“The guy who’s replacing you now you’re part of the cool kids group.” Johnny says nudging you. You look at Simon but his expression is neutral, he seems more interested in the news cast.
You turn back to look at the news report, the correspondent in Paris is stood in front of the police cordon saying they suspect more bombs have been planted and the French military is working their hardest to find them. Until they do all public transport has been suspended. It makes you swallow hard, a lot of people have been killed more injured.
“What are you all doing standing around?” Price’s voice comes from the doorway. Everyone turns and looks at Price and the man standing next to him. He looks young, maybe early 20’s, well groomed brown hair and round glasses. He’s handsome, fit, dressed nice.
Price goes round introducing everyone one by one, each time a name is called the person steps forward and raises their hands. Apart from Johnny who shakes the mans hand and wishes him luck which even makes you roll your eyes. You’re not really listening to what John is saying your mind too preoccupied with the terrorist attack news.
“-You’ll show William around right?” Your head snaps up as you realise John is talking to you. You look round at everyone, feeling awkward.
“Sure.” You agree smiling at William.
“Rest of you my office.” John says turning to leave the room. You watch as they leave annoyed you haven’t been invited to join them. Johnny winks at you as he leaves of course he does.
“Nice to meet you.” William says holding his hand out. You shake it turning round to the computer to close the news stream down.
“It’s horrible. The attack.” He says looking over your shoulder. You nod moving the chair out for him so he can sit down.
“Yeah, horrible.” You say as he sits down, you look over at the steps managing to see John’s door close. You show him the computer system the same way John showed you, he knows what he’s doing and after watching him a few times he’s figured it out.
When you’re happy you show him round the rest of the building explaining each room. This time you tell him the storeroom is for the drivers only. You take him up to the second floor trying to sneak a peak in John’s office.
“We chill out here most of the time.” You say sitting on the sofa.
“Seems like a good job, why’d you quit?” He asks.
“I didn’t quit, I help with the deliveries now.” You explain, he nods.
“Is it more fun?” He asks. You can’t help but smile.
“Yeah it has it’s moments.” You reply your mind going to Simon, spending time with him. You stand up when you hear the office door open, you’re not sure why and William follows your lead. Simon gets out first heading straight down the stairs while Johnny and Kyle come over to you. You sit back down.
“She showed you the ropes?” Johnny asks William, who nods.
“You’re with me today lass, Si’s got some work to do for Price.” Johnny says. You hear the storeroom door close. You smile at Johnny getting back up and going to meet him.
“Catch you later then?” William asks as you walk past him. You turn to see him.
“Sure, if you have any questions just let me know.” You smile, he smiles back and you make your way down the stairs with Johnny.
“Christ.” Johnny whispers as he hops out the van, he sounds in pain.
“You okay?” You ask before he can close the door.
“Just me knee lass, plays up now and then.” He closes the van door and you get out too meeting him round the front of the van.
“Right so we’re seeing Amelia, we’ve got to see if he’s been back and get the rest of the payment.” Johnny says as he locks the van. You can see he’s more unsteady on his feet then usual.
“Amelia, Ryan right the guy you and Simon dealt with yesterday?” You say, you already know what the answer is going to be.
“Aye, that’s the one.” He says you stop grabbing his arm. He turns looking at you.
“Johnny I know you saw me in the pump room.” You say letting his arm drop.
“Don't know what you’re talking about lass.” He huffs turning back to the block of flats.
“I talked to Simon about it.” That makes him stop in his tracks and hang his head you catch up to him and his spins to look at you.
“Look what happens between you and Simon is none of my business. I can see he likes you and you like him. Just don’t hurt him alright?” Johnny says looking in your eyes. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so serious, he’s sent a chill up your spine.
“I would never.” You scoff, trying not to sound scared.
“Good, ‘cause he’s a good man and ‘e deserves te be happy.” Johnny says before turning away. You nod follow him all of a sudden feeling guilty. You would never do anything to upset him.
Johnny leads you to the flat in silence. He knocks on the door as you stand behind him feeling like you’ve upset him somehow and you’ve never seen Johnny upset. The door opens and a nervous looking woman peaks her head round.
“Heya lass, I’m Johnny we’re from the delivery service you ordered.” He says, she looks at you in the eyes, she looks tired dark bags under her eyes, swollen cheeks. It’s an all too familiar sight. You smile at her softening your expression as much as you can after your spat with Johnny.
“Come in.” She says opening the door. You walk in looking round her flat. You can see the tell tale signs. The double locks on the door, the knifes strategically placed in the kitchen. The coffee table with the bat hidden underneath. She’s not even trying to hide it. Johnny follows her as she goes to sit down on the couch.
“When was the last time you heard from him?” Johnny asks.
“Yesterday.” She says rubbing her hands together, her eyes find yours again, you smile at her. “He’s not been here today.”
“That’s good.” Johnny says. “We will be back in a week to make sure you’re definitely in the clear. If anything happens you know what to do you have our number right?” Johnny asks Amelia, she nods. You watch her rubbing her hands her hands together, you can tell she’s uncomfortable.
“We just need to settle the rest of the payment then we’ll be out your hair.” Johnny says, he’s keeping his distance from her. That’s good, this is her space and she has to feel safe in it. She gets up off the sofa and you moves so she can go to her coat fishing out her purse. She stops turning to look at you her hands shaking.
“He would always sort out anything with money. This is the first time I’ve spent my money on something I wanted.” She says, you watch as she opens the purse flicking through the wad of cash. She starts pulling notes out. You don’t know how much she is supposed to be paying so you just watch her letting her count.
Suddenly the purse slips out her hands, coins fly around as it hits the floor. She jumps clutching the notes she already has in her hand. A yelp leaves her mouth. You instantly grab her hands in yours.
“It’s okay.” You rub her hand with your thumb. She looks up at you like she’s waiting for the shouting to come. You smile at her.
“I’m clumsy too, just this morning I spilled my tea all over the counter.” You say as you watch her relax. You let go of her hands bending down to pick up her purse. You hand it to her letting her take it. You bend down picking up one of the pennies that fell out.
“Here, see a penny pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.” You say placing it on her palm. She lets out a little smile.
“I don’t think it works when it’s your own money.” She says, sniffing.
“Who cares, you make the rules now.” You rub her arm, looking at her in her eyes. She smiles and moves over to the sofa. You bend down to start picking the rest of her coins up as you hear her hand money to Johnny. He’s talking gently too her explaining that if he comes back in a week they’ll give her some money back, and deal with him.
You feel like you should be paying attention but you’re not, your heart is racing in your chest. You know what it’s like to be this on edge, scared any noise is him. You turn back to her putting the coins in her hand.
“Sorry if I missed any.” You say, she nods and thanks you then you take your leave.
“You did good in there.” Johnny says when you get back to the van.
“I know what it’s like, to feel like a prisoner in your own home.” You say letting out a sigh. You turn to look at Johnny. “Think he’ll ever come back?”
“They never come back,” he smiles. “We make sure of that.”
Simon is still busy when you get back to work, he must be in the storeroom since you don’t see him any were but all the vans are here. Johnny takes you straight up to John’s office.
John seems on edge, papers spread all over his desk, his usually well kept hair sticking out in all directions. There are prominent bags under his eyes, the TV in the room is turned to 24 hour news and you can hear the caster talking about the attack. Even the way he asks you to sit down as he mutes the TV is odd, like he’s in a rush.
“How did it go?” He asks as Johnny hands him the envelope with money. He looks inside it for a second before putting it in the safe behind him.
“I think I’ve got an idea cap.” Johnny says. “I think our star recruit here would make a perfect customer liaison, we talked about it a few months back. Having someone go round and do all the face to face with clients.” John looks confused for a second, thinking hard then he nods like he’s suddenly remembered.
“Not a bad idea actually.” John says looking over at you. “What do you think?” You pause for a second, still processing what Johnny’s implying.
“What would the job be, I would collect the money?” You ask.
“It’s more then that, we’ve been thinking about it for a while someone who can liaise with clients, check up on them, gather information. Normally they guys do it after a job is complete but it’s time consuming and they’re not always the best at it.” John says.
“Hey!” Johnny protests, John just looks at him and shrugs.
“Yeah, I mean it’s something I can do.” You say. John goes to open his mouth but his phone rings. He picks it up looking at the name before standing up.
“I’ll write a contract, we’ll talk more later.” He says as you and Johnny get up to leave. He’s almost pushing you out the room you barely get chance to say thank you.
“Congrats on the promotion lass.” Johnny says, you nudge him. You’d have to make a list of questions to ask John when you had the chance to speak to him again. You follow Johnny back down to the van.
If the job was anything like what you just did you know you can do it. You know what it’s like to bee in the clients shoes, maybe Johnny was right this was a perfect role for you. It also means you’ll stay away from the ‘other’ side of the job the part Simon wanted you to stay away from, maybe this is a win for everyone.
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Simon comes back later then normal, it’s almost 8pm when he walks through the door kicking his shoes off. You get up off the sofa going over to him. Wrapping your arms around him and giving him a kiss, he smells of cigarettes. His arms wrap round your waist and you lead him into the kitchen.
“I made pasta, I left a portion for you if you want me to heat it up?” You say opening the fridge. He kisses your head.
“I got it, you go sit down.” He says taking the bowl out the fridge. You smile going back to your cup of tea and the news. You’ve been obsessed with it since learning about the attack. You hear the microwave as Simon comes over to the sofa his hand squeezing your shoulder.
“Can we watch something else?” He asks kissing your hair.
“Yeah,” you say switching to another channel. The microwave beeps and Simon leaves after giving your shoulder a squeeze. You move over so he has room to sit. When he's comfy you cuddle up against him. The TV is showing some kind of game show Simon shouts at half the time, you don’t mind it makes you smile. It’s nice, you feel relaxed for the first time in ages.
When Simon is finished with his food he pulls you up against him as your arm strokes his stomach. You could spend the rest of the night like this then go to bed happy. Sleeping under the duvet with him, relaxing together. You look up at him and decide to bite the bullet.
“Simon, can we try something?” You say sitting up on the sofa. He turns from the TV to look at you.
“‘Pends on what you’re thinking.” He says his eyes scrunching together. You suck in a lungful of air trying to calm your nerves. You’re rubbing your hands together as you think about how you want to make this work.
“Do you want to, touch me?” You ask. He pauses for a few seconds his lips pressed together while he think’s of a response.
“What do you mean, like touch your arm? Or something else?” He says turning his body so you’re face to face. You close your eyes taking another big gulp in.
“I was thinking more. My boobs or something.” You look away blushing, there’s a pit growing in your stomach. Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe you never will be but you want to try. You want to feel Simon’s hands on you, giving you pleasure. You can’t do any of that if you still flinch when he so much as brushes a part of your body you keep covered.
“Do you want to lie down first see how you feel?” Simon asks his voice low, as he rests his hand on yours. You nod and get up to go to the bedroom. You don’t know if laying down will help but maybe it’ll feel more natural. You lay on top of the covers turning your body to the side as Simon lays beside you. You’re nervous your breath hitching in your throat.
“How about we start slow, you don’t have to take your top off or anything. If you want to stop just say, okay? I won’t be upset or mad. It’s all about you.” Simon says, you can still feel the heat in your cheeks your body tense at the anticipation of being touched. You nod swallowing again to get rid of the lump. His hand comes up to your face, rubbing your cheek.
“You’re okay, you’re in control.” He says before dropping his hand to your chest. You move your body so you’re laying flat on your back so he has better access. He slips one arm under your head you can feel your head resting on his bicep, your body pressed up against him as he lays on his side watching you. Maybe if you were wearing a bra it would be easier, another layer of protection.
You trust Simon, you trust he would never hurt you. His hand works slow, he's gentle as it rests between your breasts, he’s watching your face for a reaction. You try to look calm, like you’re enjoying this. He moves his hand to one of them just resting his hand on top for a few seconds so you can get used to it. His hands are large he can easily squeeze your whole breast in his hand, which he does a second later.
His grip is firm but not rough, you can feel his palm pressing down on your nipple as he gently squeezes. His hands feel good, soft, warm and firm, it’s a feeling you’ve not experienced in a long time, someone being gentle.
Simon looks up at you leaning over to kiss you, it feels good, there’s a tingle between your legs as his tongue caresses yours. You welcome the distraction from Simon’s hand moving to the other side of your chest. His hands still as gentle and slow as he explores it your nipples getting hard with all the kissing. You feel yourself wanting to chase the feeling as he breaks away from the kiss his eyes looking into you.
“Feel good?” You ask, trying not to sound nervous, you don’t want to put him off. You push all your feelings away, the bad thoughts, the images of the last time you were touched. This is new and he’s not going to hurt you. You’re in control.
“Yeah, perfect.” Simon says gently squeezing. You feel yourself blushing.
“Breathe, you're doing great.” Simon says his voice low as he looks in your eyes. You suck in a deep breath. Then Simon leans in and kisses you softly. It's slow and sensual his tongue playing with yours brushing over it as he moans almost like he’s drinking you up.
You’re barely paying attention as Simon’s hand moves to the hem of your shirt pulling it up just above your belly button. His warm hand rests on your skin. You pull away from the kiss.
“It's okay, I'm just going to hold my hand here.” He says. You take in a deep breath. You're safe, Simon is not going to hurt you. You nod and let him kiss you again. You try to kiss him back but your mind starts to spiral, visions pop in your head before you can stop them making a lump form in your stomach.
You pull away from Simon turning your head to look away from him. His hand leave your body you feel cold like there’s a chill in the air. Simon pulls your shirt back down you turn to look at him. You feel disappointed, you should have done better. His hand comes to your cheek brushing away a tear you didn’t even know had fallen down your face.
“I’m sorry,” quietly leaves your lips as you look in his eyes. His head tilts to the side and he wraps his other arm around you to pull you over into his arms. You like that feeling his arms around you. He hugs you tight taking deep breaths, you follow him.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m so proud of you.” He says into your ear. You close your eyes and lay there in silence in his arms for a few minutes as your heart rate slows.
“How about we find another one of those cheesy romantic films, lay out on the sofa and just relax?” You pull away looking up at him smiling.
“I like action films.” You say.
“Even better.” He says giving you one last quick kiss before getting off the bed. You wait till he’s out the room before you thrust your head in your hands. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why didn’t you just push through it. You turn over on the bed looking at the ceiling. You’re never going to have a normal relationship.
You try not to be mad at yourself instead forcing your body out of bed and into the living room. Simon is in the kitchen filling up the kettle with his back to you. You walk over to him throwing your arms round him.
“Cuppa?” He asks you hum in response pressing your face up against his back. You can hear his heartbeat.
“You smell good.” You say smiling. This is good, this is safe. You should be happy you made good progress today, it’s better then nothing. Simon’s phone starts ringing in his pocket and you remove your arms turning away to the sofa.
You turn the TV on and it’s the news still talking about the attack in Paris. The death toll has gone to 75 and they found another bomb a few stations away from where the initial one went off. It makes you feel sick knowing someone could do something so heinous.
“‘Cause sir.” You hear Simon say looking round to see him, he’s gripping the kitchen table chair.
“I can be there in 20, does Soap need a pickup?” Simon says. You watch him straighten up and hang up the phone. He walks over to the sofa his hand comes up to your face.
“Ever been to Paris?”
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Indecent Proposal (24)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Jake Jensen
Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, a little silliness, sweet Jake
A/N: This is a reader-centered chapter. We learn what the reader did while Steve & Bucky were away.
Indecent Proposal (23)
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10 hours earlier, shortly after Bucky and Steve left, …
“What if you type on your laptop to find them?” You decided to take matters into your own hands and bug Jensen. He refused to tell you your husbands’ location, but this didn’t mean you cannot get on his nerves until he gives you more than another excuse.
“I told you that their location is top secret. If I say one word, they will kill me, or worse,” you cocked a brow.
“What’s worse than getting killed?” You asked. “I don’t think there are worse things they could do to you. Why do you fear them so much?”
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Jensen waited a lifetime to use the quote from George R.R. Martin’s novel. He grinned proudly when you wrinkled your forehead. “You have no clue what they could do to me for even talking to you.”
“They are cuddly bears,” you huffed and sat on a chair next to Jensen. “I’m worried and bored. It's a deadly combination. They don’t want me to leave the mansion, and there is nothing to do but watch TV or read. But I can’t focus on shit.”
“Do you want to play a game? I can get you any game you want for free,” Jensen tried to distract you for a little while.
“What kind of games?”
“How about we play a roleplay or…wait…yes!” Jensen typed away on his laptop. “I got it. You’ll love the game. Give me a minute and we can play together.”
Jensen handed you a controller and switched one of the huge monitors on the wall on.
You didn’t want to play stupid games but agreed to distract yourself from overthinking things again.
“What is the game about?”
“Zombies,” he grinned and sat back down. “Uh-I hope you can stomach a little bit of blood and stuff.”
“Sure—” you sucked in a breath. “I mean…I’m not sure. If I puke it’s your fault.”
“I’ll take the blame then,” Jensen started the game. He explained the ropes to you before he let you choose a character. “We can play together. Stay behind my character in the beginning. He’s a killer dude!”
“Got it,” you looked at the controller to recall everything Jensen said. The first thing you did was walk straight into a group of zombies. Jensen did much better. He saved your character and killed all the zombies.
“Awesome, I found a magnum,” he did a little dance before guiding his character and yours inside an abandoned house. “We are safe here for now. In later chapters, you will get attacked.”
“You know the game well,” you said while fighting with the controller. “Do you play it often?”
“I made it,” he smirked. “Do not fret, my lady. I will bring you to safety.”
“You made it?”
“I designed it,” he shrugged when you gaped at him. “I always wanted to become a game designer.”
“That’s cool! I bet you made a shit-ton of money with the game. The characters look so real!”
“Yeah, that’s what I dreamed of,” he said, eyes saddening at the memory. “Sadly, the company I sold the game to tried to fuck me over. I had no other choice but to hack into their system and steal my own game.”
“I’m sorry, Jensen.”
“Nah,” he shook his head and gave you a cracked smile. “This way only I know how to beat the game. You’re the first person I allowed to play it.”
“Thank you,” you patted his thigh. “You’re a nice guy.”
“Please don’t tell Bucky and Steve so. I’m a dangerous criminal, remember?”
“Got it,” you whispered to not draw attention toward you and Jake. Your husbands’ men still guarded the doors. “You’re a bad guy. A mastermind and criminal. We all should fear you.”
“Uh-don’t overdo it. I don’t want them to end up killing me because I’m a danger to you…”
“Alpine! Come out, kitty,” you called Alpine’s name while looking for the cat. Another distraction was needed because Jake had to check on the security and watch the monitors. Something was happening outside the mansion, but you didn’t dare ask. “Alpine?”
Alpine meowed loudly. “There you are!” You grabbed the cat from its throne, Bucky’s old armchair at the library. “I was looking for you, punk.”
You giggled when the cat looked offended. “Aw, only Bucky can call you punk, huh? Well, he’s not here, so I’m going to call you punk.”
Alpine didn’t mind cuddles. The cat was looking for its owner, missing Bucky as much as you did. “Oh, wait! I know. Let’s brush your fur and get you a new collar.”
Carrying the cat inside the walk-in wardrobe to look for something to dress the cat you sighed. “I can’t get you a new collar, Alpine. Bucky said we must stay inside the mansion. But don't worry. I'll find a nice scarf or something for you.”
While Alpine got comfortable in your arms, you looked at the vanity, remembering Steve and Bucky gifted you more than one necklace.
“I know, punk. We will make you even prettier using my necklace…”
Part 24.2
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#stucky#stucky x reader#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky x female reader#female reader#x reader#mafia au#jake jensen
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Ah, Floch. My best worst boy is divisive, to say the least. However, one thing most people can agree on is that the little coward was brave and badass in his last stand at the dock.
However, after watching that bit closely, I can confidently report that he gets way too much credit for that bit.
I mapped out what Floch clearly intended to do here, and it was a pretty simple plan: dodge Falco, run across the roof, dodge Pieck, shoot boat.
He had to travel in more or less a straight line. Avoiding getting killed by the Titan Shifters wasn’t nothing, but it also didn’t necessarily need him to grit his teeth and hype himself up the way he did. Our boy’s just a drama queen. A few episodes earlier, the cadets that Shadis rescued flew across a whole city luring Titans behind them, and none of them made half the fuss about it that Floch does here.
Now, obviously, the best laid plans gang aft agley. What Floch didn’t expect was a surprise attack from Hange, and despite making this face when he saw them coming:
Floch actually fought Hange off pretty well. It was pretty badass of him to defend himself from Hange’s sword swing by blocking it with the freaking explosive thunderspear strapped to his arm. The way Hange’s sword sparked up the metal casing, Floch was lucky they didn’t shear it off his arm completely.
The next thing that happened was so perfectly Floch. Part of what makes Floch such an excellent representation of a fascist is how he really only valued traditional strength and masculinity, but the things he was good at were not that at all.
Floch performed a perfect pirouette.
He stopped mid-run and span around on one foot while sending Hange flying with the other, and then set off running again.
Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous little bit of ballet from Ymir’s favourite theatre kid.
For the record, I am firmly in favour of male dancers and I can fully appreciate the strength and grace it would take to pull off a move like this. I just also think Floch would be homophobic if he saw anyone else doing this.
ANYWAY, let’s move on as quickly as Floch did to get past Pieck, which should leave him with a clear shot at the boat, except …
Yeah. About that.
I will admit, it took me forever to work out what happened here. The animation is kind of confusing, and Floch flips around so much in this split second that I had trouble understanding where he was oriented in any given frame. As far as I can tell though, the thunderspear just…falls off his arm.
He definitely didn’t aim it, because it isn’t pointing at Pieck. If there’s a way to deliberately quick release a thunderspear, I don’t think we ever see it. Plus, Floch is clearly surprised by it, which I’ll get to in a second. The best explanation I can come up with is that Hange partially sheared the thunderspear off Floch’s arm when he used it as a shield, and then the air resistance on it as Floch span away from Pieck put enough stress on it to finish the job. Either that, or the thunderspear caught on Pieck’s finger as Floch zipped past.
So, how do I know Floch was surprised by the thunderspear falling off?
Motherfucker dropped his trigger.
This is such an incredible detail to include, because there are a LOT of budget saving frames across this little scene. They recycle pictures of Floch across frames, they draw hilariously spiky backgrounds to indicate movement, and it’s such a tiny little thing. Floch’s trigger is shown flying away a few frames later, and it would have been perfectly understandable to infer it had just been blown out of his hand in the explosion. But no. whoever drew Floch loved and hated him as much as me, and they needed us to know Floch dropped his trigger. I don’t think anyone else ever dropped their equipment, did they?
Oh…yeah…
Anyway, the explosion sends Floch hurtling into the air like a piece of confetti, completely losing his trigger in the process.
🎵Cool guys don’t look at explosions/they close their eyes and they scream in fear🎵
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Part two coming shortly, because tumblr mobile will only let me add ten photos per post. :(
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Bus Stop Antics (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Guess who's obsessed with JJK again? Mee! Heyo everyone, I hope you're doing well! I'm watching season 2 of JJK and I'm just- these three make me so happy and so sad at the same time, you know? I love them and their friendship but if you've watch the show/read the manga it just...hurts.
But anyway! I wanted to write Lee!Gojo and I did :P I have this headcanon that when he was a teen he was stupidly ticklish and couldn't hide it as well as he can in his adult years and this is the result. I hope you like it!
CW: swearing, JJK season 2 spoilers!
Summary: While waiting for their bus, Gojo and Geto get into a "fight". Shoko unintentionally makes things worse.
Light burned against his skin, making Geto scrunch his face up as he stared into the sky. Not even the roof of the bus stop shelter completely protected him from the sun’s invasive rays.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Too bright for you?” Gojo grinned cheekily over at him, eyes hidden behind his usual shades. He was lounged all the way back, arms across the top of the bench they sat against and legs crossed. “Should have followed my lead and bought some sunglasses.”
“No way- you already fill the role of dork for both of us. Right Shoko?” Geto peered down at the mentioned girl, tucked away between them and doubled over in her seat.
“Mmm.” She made a noise in response, too focused on her phone. Across the screen, her self-named virus spread from one spot to another, infecting the virtual nation. Once she was invested in her game, there was no way of pulling her back out. “See, she agrees.”
A poke to the cheek made him look up. “You’re just bitter because I’m a trendsetter. Everyone’s gonna remember me with my cool shades and blue eyes and remember you as…well, the guy with dumb bangs.” Gojo chuckled, snickering harder at Geto’s death stare.
“My bangs aren’t dumb- you just have no sense of style.” Geto poked his face back, pushing in enough to make Gojo’s cheek move.
“Says Mr. No Eyebrows.” A finger poke back.
“Gray hair at sixteen.”
“At least my breath doesn’t smell like spirit boogies.”
“No it smells like di-”
“I won.” Shoko blinked back at the face shoving war going down above her. “I’m gonna go smoke. Save my seat.” She said as she stood, pulling out her cigarettes and leaving them to their war.
“You son of a- get over here!” Geto lunged, sending them both tumbling against the bench seat. Limbs flew and fists missed as they tussled, shoving at one another while continuing their childish name calling. At some point Gojo managed to grab the back of Geto’s hair, pulling him upright. In response, Geto reached out to grab his neck, aiming for his collar.
“HA! Gotcha no-AH!” Gojo spasmed when fingers brushed his collarbone, the hand in Geto’s hair pulling hard enough to set his hair free. Eyes widened behind falling green strands as Geto stared at him, hand frozen at his neck. “Watch the hands!”
“Dude, I barely touched….you.” Geto blinked, the puzzle pieces all falling into place. “Get out of here.” Without warning, he wormed his fingers into Gojo’s collarbone, wiggling gently.
“Ah! Nohoohoho!” The white haired teen squawked, scrunching up his shoulders at the feeling. He grabbed Geto’s wrist, pushing with all his strength. “Dohohohn’t!”
“Oh my god, you’re ticklish!” Geto was grinning now, all teeth and pure joy in his expression.
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, he is.” Shoko puffed around her cigarette. “Ridiculously so. It was a nightmare trying to practice my curse technique on him.”
“Shoko!” Gojo gaped, betrayed. Then he was squirming, trying to get out of Geto’s grip. “No, no no- don’t you dare! I’m not ticklish! I’m not!” If Geto believed him, he didn’t show it- taking his sweet time in redoing his bun. “That was just a fluke!”
“Sure it was.” Geto finished his hair before rolling his neck, getting all the creeks out. “Now, let’s start telling the truth, huh?”
“I am, you son of a- Gehahahahahahhahaha!” Gojo almost immediately busted out laughing when the fingers returned to his neck, both sides prodding and tasing, making him scrunch and giggle. “Noohohohooho, stahahhahap thahahahhahaht!”
“Aww, you did lie to me! Your best friend, too!” Geto gaped in mock hurt, one hand squeezing under Gojo’s chin when he tried pressing it to his chest, making him snort and kick. “I was gonna go easy on you, but now you’re officially on my shit list. Get ready- I’m gonna make you scream.”
“Nohohohohohoohw whohohohoho’s lhihihihiihihhihiying? Aheahhahahhaha Suhuhuhuuhguhuhuhuhuuruh-OHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” The infinity sorcerer arched with a cackle as Geto attacked his ribs, racing his fingers up and down like a pianist. “Nohohohohoh, nohohohohot the rihihihihihihibs! Nohoohohot the rihihihihihihibs!”
“Too ticklish here? Poor baby.” Geto cooed, tapping along each bone and giving them a scratch. “Should have kept your hands to yourself. Didn’t kindergarten ever teach you that? Oh wait- you haven’t covered it yet.” When his fingers found his third lowest rib, Gojo let out an honest to god shriek, hands clasping his wrists. “Oo, found a bad spot.”
“NOHOHOHOOHOHOHO SUHUHUHUUHUHGUUHUUHUHURUUHUHUHU!” He howled, face flushing an impressive red and glasses falling off his face. Without them, Geto could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “STAHAHHAHAHAHHAP!”
“Hmmm…do you really want me to stop?” Geto dropped his hands to his waist, poking along the skin there and making Gojo twitch and squirm. “You and I both know you could easily break away. Why the hesitation? Don’t tell me…” He leaned forward, nearly nose to nose with his friend as his fingers trailed over his belly, earning a hiccupy squeal. “You love this, don’t you Satoru?”
Gojo made a whimpering sound, turning his head away as he giggled and squeaked. Shoko, watching them momentarily, had a rare moment of sympathy for the idiot and decided to throw him a bone.
“Satoru. Suguru’s hips are awful. Just pinch him there.”
Everything that followed was like a blur. Geto turned to her with a look of shock just as Gojo lunged, grabbing his hips and squeezing with all his might. Geto let out a high pitched shriek and toppled over, bringing him and Gojo down and off the bench. Within seconds, they were against the pavement, groaning through giggles and brushing off bruises.
“Heh. Dorks.” Shoko smiled as she put out the remains of her smoke, crushing it with her foot before taking the now empty seat. She kicked her heels up and against Gojo’s back, pulling her phone out and resuming her game. “I think I’m gonna name this virus the Sato-Sugu strain. Whatcha think?”
She got tired groans in response.
“Sold.”
Thanks for reading!
#JJK#jjk season 2 spoilers#jjk spoilers#jjk anime spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#gojo satoru#geto suguru#shoko ieiri#tickle#tickle fic#the group being dumb#I realize Shoko technically has a flip phone and probably wouldn't be able to play Plague.Inc#But like- walk with me here#we all know she'd absolutely kill it in that game
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back with another request for you <33
feel free to pick whoever you want for this one :)
haikyuu boys (or girls) with a partner who’s socially anxious or shy, like “terrified of asking for help because they don’t want to seem stupid” level
their partner is trying to find them after a tournament but some people from a rival school spots them and starts hitting on them, how would the boys/girls react?
| This is me fr fr. Sorry if it isn't exactly what you asked for |
| characters: Kyotani Kentaro, Yamamoto Akane, Akaashi Keiji, Miya Osamu, Aone Takanobu |
| Genre: Fluff |
Kyotani Kentaro
Let me start by saying Kyotani thought you were a spineless pushover when you two first met
He didn’t really like you is all I’m saying
Until one day he saw you feeding the stray dog he usually feeds
And instead of cowering in fear and running away like he thought you would do when you saw him
You smiled and waved him over saying he should come look at the cute pupper
And that was it for him you being too cute sent him into puppy love this is your fault! 😡
This boy is so protective I swear
If he thinks anyone is looking at you too long for his liking then he about to beat their ass
God forbid anyone that teases you about being too shy you have scary dog privileges use it
Now Aoba Johsai were going to a match so as the supportive partner you were you of course went to cheer your boyfriend on
Kyotani was currently taking a break while you were talking with him and he looked away for a second and you were suddenly swept away in the crowd
Kyotani = PANIC MODE!!!
The crowd was pushing you until you found a way out
Now to the real problem, where the hell were you
You didn’t have your phone on you since you left it in your bag that was sitting with Kyotani so you couldn’t call him
And your crippling social anxiety was ever present so asking someone for directions was out of the question
That was until someone had come up to you
'Are you lost? Why don't you come and watch me play. You're pretty cute'
Your anxiety has skyrocketed
‘Oh, n-no I’m fine’
You spoke trying to get this guy away while also trying to spot Kyotani in the crowd since he was probably tearing the place up looking for you
‘Are you sure I don’t bite’
He spoke leaning closer to you while trapping you against the wall right behind you
‘I do’
Looking towards the voice you saw your very angry boyfriend
‘Taro!’
You yelled out happily while Kentaro tried with all his might to not blush at such a cute nickname
He’s trying to be intimidating Y/N! Stope being so cute!
He then walked up to the guy and grabbed him by the collar
‘You better leave my partner alone or we’ll have a problem’
Kyotani warned as the guy nodded and hastily ran away
Immediately Kyotani looked you over and asked if the guy did anything to you
You shook your head then smiled up at him
‘You looked so cool Taro! Like a knight in shining armour!’
His face erupted into flames as he looked everywhere but you
Why’d you have to be so cute Y/N he can’t think anymore
He would just grab your hand still incredibly embarrassed as he walked back to where your stuff was
Kyotani wouldn’t mind if you got lost again so he could save you like a knight
Yamamoto Akane
Why does no one write for this cutie?! Look at her!
Honestly you two are so different everyone questions your relationship
The both of you are pretty cute
I can totally imagine Akane being super nervous around you
She just thinks your so cute when your shy
Especially if you ask her for help
She will not hesitate to help you with anything social
She’ll be loud enough for the both of you 😌
She has a hair clip and scrunchie collection that she lets you use and even gets the both of you matching hair clips and scrunchies
Onto the actual request tho
Akane is the captain of the cheer squad for Nekoma
Akane wanted you to see how cool the boys volleyball club was she also wanted you to see how cool her older brother was ngl
But with this being the first time going to the volleyball arena that was filled with people you were very nervous
It also didn’t help that your girlfriend had to arrive early to set up the cheer squad and make sure everything was perfect
So Akane was calling you to help you get to the right area where the Nekoma game would be
That was until some guy approached you
‘Hey you’re pretty cute! Do you wanna go out’
You immediately got nervous but was able to tell the guy you weren’t single
‘Really? You’re dating someone? I don’t see them anywhere though’
The guy spoke stepping closer as you also stepped back
‘I-I’m actually busy trying to find the volleyball arena…’
You spoke nervously as you were not mentally prepared to talk to anyone other than Akane her brother and the Nekoma teammates
‘Hey asshole! Get away from Y/N!’
You looked over to see Akane puffed out from running but still standing her ground
‘Who are you ? They’re friend?’
The guy spoke but Akane stomped over to you two and stood in front of you protectively
‘I’m their girlfriend so back off!’
It was honestly funny how Akane was almost half the guys height but still managed to drive him off with her enraged face
‘That’s right you better run!’
Akane yelled as you giggled taking her hand in yours
‘Thanks Akane for saving me there’
You thanked them gave the girl a kiss on her cheek
‘Y-Y-Y-Y/N! You can’t just kiss me so suddenly! Warn me first!’
She exclaimed red in the face then hugged you tightly while hiding her face in your chest
That was until Akane realised you two would almost be late for the game
‘S-Stop distracting me Y/N! We’re gonna be late for the game!’
Akane yelled tightening her grip on your hand as she full on sprinted to the arena as you tried to keep up with your energetic girlfriend
Akashi Keiji
Man dating Akashi Y/N
You’re so lucky, wish it was me
Let me just say Akashi is so understanding of your crippling social anxiety
He would speak up for you if you had a question and if you didn’t get anything in class he would explain it to you himself
This man is so incredibly patient he would wait an entire 15 minutes just for you to ask if you could get help with your homework
He has experience with Bokuto
He would try to help you with your anxiety but would immediately stop if you became uncomfortable or too nervous
But he is friends with Bokuto so you’ll have to get used to his energetic personality
So Fukurodani had just won against Nekoma so you wanted to congratulate Akashi for the win
Until you remember how confusing the layout for the arena was and you were currently lost
Luckily you were able to text Akashi where you were so all you had to do was wait until he arrived
That was until a certain setter came up to you
That’s right
Koganegawa Kanji
Bet you didn’t see that coming
This boy saw you looking real cute and probably got a crush, so of course he ran up to you to talk
‘Hi there! I’m Koganegawa Kanji. I’m a first year setter for Date Tech! Your really cute! What’s your name? Could we go on a date?’
Honestly you couldn’t keep up with what he was saying
Even if you didn’t respond to him he would still talk
You were kind of just awkwardly standing there as a golden retriever in human form was excitedly talking to you
Looking around you tried to find Akashi in the crowd, when you did you immediately called him over with a worried look
You didn’t really think Koganegawa would do anything you were just too socially awkward to say a word to him, and you were just overwhelmed with all this excitement on you that you were basically on the verge of a panic attack
Akashi immediately seeing this quickly walked over to the both of you and standing in front of you, then grabbed your hand and just dragged you away from Koganegawa
Akashi knew you were overwhelmed so he decided the best option was to take you away from the situation so you could calm down
‘Your ok now Y/N. I saw this ice cream stand on my way here, do you want to get some?’
Miya Osamu
I’m pretty sure Osamu wouldn’t really understand why you were so anxious all the time
He just didn’t really get it probably still doesn’t get it but he’ll try his best to help you!
Osamu is definitely in love with you though
I 100% believe this man would fall in love so hard, especially if you encourage him with his cooking dream and tell him he would be a wonderful chef
This boy would spoil you with so much food, you literally don’t have to buy food
He absolutely adores you and is extremely protective of you for how anxious you can get
Lets say you were hanging out with Osamu before the game started and noticed his water bottle was getting empty so you offered to refill it
Osamu would say he can do it but Atsumu got involved so a fight was bound to happen between the two, so you just decided to refill his water bottle and get back before he noticed
Now while the game was almost going to start you would assume that outside the arena would be very empty…
You assumed wrong…
Many stalls were around for merchandise as well as many people walking around the place, which honestly put you on edge with how many people were here
But you were on a mission to refill Osamu’s water bottle and you would not let him down! So after hyping yourself up you walked into the crowd and immediately regretted your decision
You were at least able to avoid people enough to refill the bottle but as you were making your way back you accidentally bumped into someone
A certain stingy germ fanatic
‘I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you! Here take some of my wipes, again I’m super sorry!’
You apologise bringing out your cleaning wipes and offering the packet, your hands would always be really clammy and sweaty from your anxiety that you now carry cleaning wipes to clean your hands
Now Sakusa seeing such a cutie worry over him and offer him some cleaning wipes he was totally blushing under his mask
‘T-Thank you… are you a volleyball player or manager? Do you hate germs? What school do you go to?’
Sakusa was asking so many questions he was just a nervous baby who thought you looked really cute
With so many questions you got a bit nervous but you managed to answer them all until you brought up you came to watch Inarizaki
‘Oh, so are you an Atsumu fan?’
Sakusa asked but you could tell he was upset when talking about the Miya
‘No, Atsumu is more… how do I say this nicely… Atsumu is a bit too loud for my taste, I prefer quite people like his brother Osamu!’
You spoke happy you were able to say a complete sentence without stuttering
At your words Sakusa lit up, you prefer quite guys! That’s perfect if he hadn’t of bumped into you he would probably be brooding in a corner quietly right now!
But before anything could happen Osamu was here to the rescue
‘Y/N! There you are, the match is gonna start soon’
While saying this with the most calm voice ever and glaring daggers at Sakusa
The both of them kind of had a stare off until you had to walk away and drag Osamu with you, the both of them continued to stare until they lost sight of each other
As soon as Osamu lost sight of Sakusa he quickly turned to you
'Y/N! I don't want you talking to other guys! You're too cute for your own good! I'll have to fight off every guy that looks at you!'
Even though Osamu said this he was fine with it as it was a way he could protect you and show everyone his yours and your his
Aone Takanobu
I feel like Aone can relate to you on this
Not so much the anxiety part
But he is 100% ready to sit quietly with you
Quite café or study dates are his favourite especially if you become more comfortable with him and get more loud and carefree
He would definitely intimidate anyone being rude to you, probably just stands behind you while glaring at the person
Aone would be your silent cheerleader
You were able to ask a question in class, you receive so many head pats
You talk on the phone with someone, boy Is very proud
Able to order lunch by yourself, Aone will pay and give you more food you deserve it ☺️
Now we all know Aone is basically a teddy bear, but when it comes to you bro is so protective
He just loves you so much and hates to see you stressed or uncomfortable
would literally stare someone down if they complimented you with ulterior motives or stared at you for too long
which is why he suddenly got so angry when he saw two guys caging you between the wall and themselves
He walked as quick as he could with his long ass legs to stand behind the two guys
Once the both of them noticed Aone's shadow towering over them they turned and saw the scariest glare they had ever seen
Of course the two guys ran away almost pissing themselves
You immediately wrapped Aone in a hug as you looked up to him
'Thank you so much Aone, no matter what I said those two wouldn't get the hint and leave!'
Your cheeks had squished up against Aone, after seeing this he lifted his hands and began to play with your round cheeks as he wore a smile
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The trains roll along the tracks behind Michelle’s house in succession, one after another, iron wheels on iron tracks. They usually can’t be heard inside the house, but in the garden the sound of them mingles with the rustling of new leaves in the trees, the faint buzz of midges congregating beneath the canopies and catching the light just so, little glowing specs that almost remind me of fireflies.
It’s a day wasted indoors, that’s what Debra said before hauling a basket load of damp washing out onto the lawn, and that’s where she is now, pegging up bed linens as she keeps one paranoid eye upon the barbeque.
Michelle is cooking, prodding and turning the chicken skewers a bit too soon, but it doesn’t matter, because Debra insisted she would take them inside and put them in the oven afterwards anyway. She's got this fear that we’ll all go home with salmonella poisoning and waste precious exam study time being violently ill.
Jen is nervous. The barbeque was her idea, a way for her to get closer to the girl she wants to ask to the debs without it seeming obvious about her intentions, so she’s hauled Michelle and I along to sit in and make conversation under the strict orders that if things go well then we should make an excuse and then conveniently disappear.
I don’t know Hazel well from school, we were never in any classes together but I know vaguely that she’s the girl with that lanky skeleton man pattern all over her school bag. She is tiny with hair the colour of straw and eyes, big wide and pale blue, an intense, unblinking gaze about them as though she knows how and when you will die.
When she appears in the garden twenty minutes late, smiling serenely with a kitten in her hand, we all pause.
“Hello,” I say. To her or the kitten I’m not completely sure.
“Hi, am I late?”
“No, not at all, um!” Jen gets up from the patio table and rushes to give her a side hug, being careful not to squash the kitten in the process. She scratches its tiny head with her fingernail and it purrs. “Who is this?”
“Goose,” Hazel explains, “I found him under a car in the housing estate last week and I’ve been nursing him back to health. He was so hungry, gosh.”
“He’s cute,” Jen pets him again and he strokes his downy grey fur against her fingers, his eyes closed in bliss, causing an explosion of protective adoration inside me for this little creature. It’s possible I've never seen something so cute.
“Do you want to hold him?” Hazel asks me, and I nod, holding out my hands as she deposits the little warm ball into my hands. Such a small, fragile, trembling ball of energy he is, I've never been so keenly aware of my size, my hands are practically the length of him save for his slinky tail, pointed straight out as I nestle him in the crook of my arm. Goose mews at me, mouth clean open, four sharp teeth and dove grey eyes that look in two different directions. He’s got a weird face, like he doesn’t know he exists or where he is.
“He’s sweet, isn’t he?” says Hazel at my shoulder.
“Yeah he’s a cool little guy. Do you think he was abandoned?”
“I don’t know, perhaps he ran away,” she reaches for him and he clambers up her sleeve, where she grabs him before he can start clawing at her hair, “he’s skittish. He doesn’t like to be alone, yet paradoxically he’s always trying to escape.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, he yearns for life on the streets,” she sighs and says to Jen, “I hope it’s okay that he’s come along, he would just be so unhappy at home.”
“No, of course! Oh my God,” Jen says with a big, dippy smile. “You can bring whatever, like, whoever you want over. We can keep him inside though if that’s better?” She’s touching her hair and smiling a lot, something I make a mental note of so that I can torture her about it later.
“I think if he’s there in the dining room and he can see me through the window he’ll be comfortable,” Hazel agrees, “I think he prefers to feel included.”
I don’t know if Goose has even a remote concept of what he does and does not prefer, but she and Jen head inside to lay some newspapers on the floor and fill a little bowl from the kitchen with water for him anyway, laying them right by the door so that he has the best view of the garden. I’m transfixed by him in there as they set things up, weaving himself between Hazel’s ankles, pushing his fuzzy cheek into the smooth leather of her Dr. Martin boot, and I grin as his claw catches in her lace, which sends him frantically swatting his paw to free it.
“It’s so cute how much you love cats,” Michelle comments as she slaps a raw burger over the coals, “I would have never thought you were a cat person if I hadn’t witnessed it myself.”
“Well look at him! He’s just cool.”
“It’s not just him, it’s all those cats along your street! I just think it’s so funny whenever you step out of the house and they just emerge from somewhere.”
“They know they’ll get pets from me.”
“Yeah, and food.”
“Occasionally.”
She smiles over her shoulder, “Maybe when we move in together we should look for a flat that accepts pets. Then we can get a cat of our own.”
“Mm. It’s a big commitment, a cat, though, isn’t it?”
“No, we would just feed it and clean out the litter box. It’d be very easy.”
“Yeah, I dunno.”
“What don’t you know?”
“I’d have to think about it.”
“Oh, okay.”
Debra finishes hanging the washing and quickly slips back inside through the conservatory door.
I listen to the sounds of the garden instead of talking. A lawnmower drones somewhere across the suburban fences and there is the aroma of something sweet, heady and floral under my nose each time the breeze comes. When it’s still it smells like charred meat and smoke, which is welcome because the afternoon is getting on and I haven’t eaten since before dropping Ivy off at her friend’s house at ten.
“Are you mad at me?” Michelle says.
“No. I’m just hungry.”
“Right.”
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#lucky boy 2010#hello goose <3#tbh nothing melts me more than Jude interacting with cats and babies#more to come in future i swear
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Practice Run - Part 2, Chapter 4
[Part 1, Chp. 1], [Part 1, Chp. 2], [Part 1, Chp. 3], [P2, Chp. 5] [P2, Chp. 6], [P3, Chp. 7], [P3, Chp. 8], [P3, Chp. 9], [P3, Chp. 10]
Thank you so much to everyone who read the first part of Practice Run, it’s really given me more motivation and support to keep going with this! As promised, here is part two, and here is where I plan for things to really kick off. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Dedicated to the Server of Villains!
Summary: "You had been a part of the league for almost a year now, yet Jin Bubaigawara, also known as Twice, had no idea how to tell you how he felt."
Twice x reader | Twice x fem!reader | Mostly fluff, some angst | Jin Bubaigawara | Toga Himiko | League of Villains
Word Count: ~1.9k
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It was a couple of hours later that Twice had finally booked a couple of rooms at the motel he found. After some deliberation before the league dispersed, he felt bad to leave Toga out to go fend for herself, so he bought a third room for her. He checked his funds nervously to see how many days they could spend there.
Alright, so…maybe three nights for three rooms should do, but after that, we might have to cut down to two rooms to save money for a couple more days. Maybe Toga and Y/N could share a room together since they’re both girls--
Or maybe me and Y/N can share one if I ask her out?
Twice blushed and pocketed his phone. Then he saw you and Toga both walking towards him from down the street, and he quickly tried to regain his cool. Now that he was on the streets, he was no longer Twice; he was just Jin Bubaigawara, and he didn’t have his villain costume or mask to hide in.
“Jin-kun! Are the rooms ready?” Toga called out.
“Why else would I be standing here?-- Yeah, go on in,” said Jin, and handed her the key.
Toga took the key and left, giggling the whole way. It seemed like she was the happiest to have a place all to herself. Being constantly surrounded by a bunch of serious adults with big plans of world domination could get a bit drab after a while, so she was looking forward to this break.
“It was so kind of you to get her a room!” you praised Jin.
“O-oh, it’s no big deal!” he smiled. “Really! She’s been my best friend for a long time, so I couldn’t let her just get kicked to the side of the street-- Not that I don’t think she’s strong and capable!-- She can totally kick ass!-- But I’m not just gonna leave a friend hangin’.”
“You’re a wonderful friend, Jin,” you told him. You couldn’t believe how much praise you were giving this man in one morning, and you were starting to fear that he would think that you were being weird, but based on his expression, he didn’t seem to mind.
Jin kept his composure through the flattery, to which he was super proud of himself for, and held his hands behind his head. “You’re absolutely right, no one’s as wonderful as me,” he joked as one of his confident personalities took over-- that is until you extended your hand out, which switched him to flustered and confused.
Is she trying to shake my hand? Or hold my hand?! What?
“Could I have the key to my room?” you asked.
“OH! Uh, yeah, definitely, of course!” Jin replied and gladly handed it over. “My bad.”
What the hell was I thinking?
Don’t worry about it, easy mistake!
She probably thinks I’m an idiot.
No way! Look how happy she looks!
“Thank you so much, again!” you said. “I’ll go check out the place right now!”
“No problem-- Yeah, get out of here!”
“Thanks!” You worried that you were thanking him too much, but you really were grateful. You didn’t expect the league to be driven out of their hideout so abruptly, so you didn’t have any plans or preparations for this situation. You felt incredibly lucky; especially since it was Jin who offered you a place to go.
Since everyone was settling in, Jin figured he’d do the same and check out his room. He walked up to the third floor and opened the door to see what he’d be walking into. “Yeah…kinda a dump,” he remembered. There were a few cracks in the drywall, dusty corners, dim lighting, and a couple of stains on the carpet by the bed that he actively chose to ignore. But, there was certainly plenty of space, and outside the window was a perfect, full view of the streets below (although there was an annoyingly loud HVAC right beside it). He tossed a bag of clothes at the foot of his bed and threw himself on top of the sheets.
The beds weren’t too bad, either. Firm, comfortable, and the sheets seemed pretty clean. Jin turned on his side and saw that there was also plenty of more room for a second person, and he grinned at the thought of you lying there.
“Alright,” he said to himself and sat up. If he was going to get you to share a bed with him, he had to ask you out, and in order to do that, he had to properly learn how to romance you. He was finally alone and had the whole place to himself.
This is still okay, right?
Of course it is, we’re doing this for her!
You’re doing this for yourself, dumbass.
But imagine how happy you could make her!
But imagine how creeped out she’d be if she found out about this.
“Shut up, shut up!” Jin snapped at his thoughts. “Just let me have this, okay? It’s not like it’s gonna get weird. I just…I just need to talk to her.”
Riiiiight. Just talk, sure.
“Shut up,” he warned himself, then took a deep breath. He stood up out of bed and outstretched his arms yet again, forming an exact duplicate of you.
“S-so hey, Y/N, do you think you could, um, help me again?”
“Hm?” she seemed confused.
“Wait, shit, a different clone. Yeah, you only have your original’s memories, so you don’t remember last night…” he sighed.
Your clone knew she was a copy of you. All of your clones always did, and they never resented that fact. You have always loved Twice so much, so whether you were a copy or the real deal, either way, you were always willing to be there for him. “Well, whatever it was, I’m sure I’ll be happy to help you again!”
“Alright, so…last night, um. I asked if you could help me practice talking to women?-- You’re so kind and nice!-- Er, and so I thought, hopefully, you’d be okay with that?”
“Of course!” your clone replied. “But why don’t you ask the original me?”
“Well, the other you is probably busy and uhh--” he really couldn’t think of a proper explanation that wouldn’t give it all away. “--is asking that question really important?!”
“Okay, okay, I won’t push it,” she relented and chuckled. She looked around to find a good place to sit. There was a couch by a television, and she politely took a seat there. She patted the space next to her to signal to Jin to come over, which he did.
“Okay, so…ah, I don’t know where to start!”
“Let’s start off easy,” your clone offered. “Let’s say, hmm. Let’s say we’re… on a date. Hypothetically! So you can have some confidence that you already have a good start with this girl.” She felt shy putting herself into a fictional scenario with Jin, but she was willing to do whatever she could to support him.
“Alright, so we’re on a date--” Jin processed. “OR, UH, on a date with a girl, any girl!”
Please tell me I didn’t say that.
You didn’t say that!
You did.
“Um, y-yeah!” your clone replied. She cleared her throat. “Alright, so. You and your date have entered the room and sat down. What do you normally do when you have anyone, like a friend or a neighbor over?”
Jin paused silently, indicating that he had never been in that situation before either. “Hm. When I’m with the league, we usually talk about what places we want to rob or which heroes we hate the most,” he pondered.
“That’s, um…a start. Depending on who you’re dating,” the clone replied with hesitation. She began to think as well about all the things that you and the league have done together. “We’ve watched Shigaraki and Spinner play video games, and we’ve joined them a few times,” she noted.
“Oh yeah,” he realized. “Fuck, do you remember that one time when they got Dabi to play that one fighting game and he was surprisingly good at it?”
“YEAH! And Shaigaraki got so pissed he decayed the TV?”
“I WORKED SO HARD TO STEAL THAT!-- And Kurogiri grounded him right after.”
“Oh my God, he did. You know how he hid the switch from Shigaraki?”
“Yeah!-- No way, how’d he do it?”
“He got Mr. Compress to put it into a marble.”
“That’s where it went?!-- That’s so stupid-- That’s genius!”
Some time had passed, and Jin and your clone talked about the league’s casual shenanigans for almost an hour, laughing their asses off. There was one point where they both were almost crying-laughing; it was a further back memory, something having to do with Shigaraki deleting someone’s save files and the hell that ensued after that. You were both breathless and needed water after that long conversation.
“Now this is how you do a date,” your clone smiled wide before taking a swig from a bottle.
Jin was shocked. The moment was so casual and relaxed, he completely forgot he was practicing for a date. He took a seat by you again and fidgeted with the cap of his water bottle and thought for a second.
“Is everything alright?” the clone asked when she noticed that Jin was quiet.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine!-- I’ve got a lot on my mind…”
“You wanna talk about it?”
Jin looked up at you, then down at the water again. That fluttering feeling was back in his chest, and he felt heat rise throughout his body. He nodded, and tried to meet your eyes again. “So…how do I actually ask someone out? So that…I could have a date just like this one?”
Your clone rested her chin on her hand and considered the question for a little bit. “All I can say is be straightforward and honest with her.”
“...And what if it doesn’t work?”
“Then at least…you know how you both feel. You won’t have to constantly worry about butterflies in your stomach, or going out of your way to impress them. You could finally take it easy and find someone else who really cares about you...” The clone was speaking from your experience, your heart, and in a way, was psyching herself up to try to ask Jin out for you.
“Something I think I’m really struggling with is finding the right words to say…” Jin admitted. “I don’t know where to begin.”
The clone scooched just a little bit closer to Jin. “Well…tell me some of the first words that come to mind, and maybe I can help sort them out?”
The first words that come to mind?
You're hot.
You're so kind and considerate!
I want to hold you.
I want to be held by you.
I’m dying! Save me!!
Let me be here for you.
He was still way too nervous to let any of those words out. “I…I guess-- I still can't do this!” he exclaimed and stood up.
Your clone had an idea what was going to happen next. She didn't want to go, she didn't want this moment to end without any progress between him and you. “Wait, Jin, I--!” She started, but it was too late; the clone melted away.
Jin couldn’t turn around. Guilt and embarrassment immediately invaded him, and he stared forward, at a complete loss.
I need a cigarette.
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To be continued...
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#my villain academia#twice bhna#twice mha#twice x reader#twice x fem reader#twice x y/n#jin bubaigawara#jin bubaigawara x reader#toga himiko#mha fluff#fluff#mha fanfiction#bhna fanfiction
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I’m definietly not a writing blog but I had this scenario for Pedri in my head and just wanted to share it with someone so I thought - why not write it down and post it here? So here we are, I may occasionally share stuff like this, when ideas come to mind :)
warnings: alcohol,strong language
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It was finally friday, you came home exhausted from collage but as soon as you stepped into your apartment excitement creeped in. You and your friends decided to go out tonight, which was nothing new honestly, you were partying every other weekend.
But this time it was different. One of your friends pulled some strings and managed to get you a reservation at a really popular,fancy spot that was basically impossible to get into unless you have connections.
Throwing your bag in the living room, you had a quick dinner and took a warm shower while waiting for your friends to arrive so you can all get ready together and do some pre-game. After all the club was expensive and you were just broke collage students. You didn’t have to wait long before they burst trough the door,sound of alcohol bottles clinking together filling the room.
“Hola girly, ready to get fucked up tonight?”
You laughed “Tipsy,yes. Fucked up,no”
“Oh come on you say that every time and then end up throwing up and crying on the bathroom floor”
“There was really no need to detail it” you replied while ironicly pouring a shot of tequila for everyone.
For the outfit you decided to go for a backless black dress. Simple but attractive. You spiced it up with some jewelry and strong eye makeup. Upon arriving at the club you felt excitment bubble up inside. The hostess showed you to your table where you got comfortable.
A few minutes passed before your friends sent you to get cocktails at the bar. While you were waiting for your order,a tall guy appeared at your side, alcohol visible in his eyes.
“Hey chica, mind if I buy you a drink or two?”
You kept your eyes forward,not wanting to look at him.
“Not interested” you replied
“You haven’t even looked at me sweetheart”
You spared a glance at his direction.
“Still not interested”.
But he was persistent, not wanting to leave you alone and you were cursing the bartender for taking so long on those damn cocktails. In the middle of you conversation or rather you struggling to get the guy off of you, Pedri walked to the bar also waiting for his order. At night clubs he really does try to keep away from other people’s business. It keeps him at peace and also lowers the chances of Gavi getting into an argument.
But he couldn’t help but notice that this guy was obviously bothering you and you obviously were not interested. He glanced at him, their eyes meeting and Pedri trying to tell him to fuck off trough the look he gave him. He obviously didn’t get the memo, taking a step further by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear,grazing your cheek in the process. You were horrified but tried to keep it cool.
“Can you get the fuck away from me?!”
Just as he was about to touch you again, you felt a touch on your waist, slightly pulling you away and someones breath fanning over your ear.
“Yeah hermano you should really fuck off, she is actually here with me” a voice behind you said. It was familiar in a way and you couldn’t put a finger on where you heard it already, but you were mentally thanking it. The guy,thankfully, rolled his eyes and left. You turned around to thank the guy for saving you but the words died out in your throat.You met eyes with Pedri freaking Gonzalez.
“Are you okay?” He asked, slight smile on his face.
“Yeah,thank you. I just didn’t expect to see Pedri Gonzalez standing behind me”
“In a good or a bad way?”
“Why would that be in a bad way?”
“Well I don’t know, not everybody likes me”
“Well I definetly do” you whispered lowering your gaze, your cheeks hot from the sudden realization that Pedri was standing in front of you. He was wearing a basic black t shirt that hugged his arms perfectly and it was safe to say you felt something. The room was getting hotter by the second.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning down to hear you better over the loud music. At that moment the bartender placed your order down on the counter. You panicked and took your drinks just wanting to get out of there and cool down cause your whole face felt like it was on fire. As you turned around to finally reach your table, you heard his voice next to your ear again.
“Can I at least know you name before you run away?” A smile across his face.
You turned your head around to answer “Y/n” and practically rushed off.
When you got back, you definetly had a sight to see. One of your friends was dancing with a random guy, a bottle of tequila on your table. Placing the drinks down you looked at your other friend,confused “What is happening?”
“Well he offered to buy us a drink, she accepted and now we have a bottle on our table and a hook-up soon to happen” she replied wiggling her eyebrows. You smiled and gave your friend a thumbs up behind the guys back. “So we gotta drink this now, it would be rude not to?” you said taking a shot.
Alcohol soon hit you and you were the perfect kind of drunk. Just enough to make your body move more sensual and free. DJ hit the spot with the next song he played and you started dancing with your friend. You didn’t even notice you were scootching back when you hit somebody. “Shit sorry-“ you said turning around but once again met eyes with Pedri who was smiling down at you. “Oh my god, I am not sure how many more bumpings into Pedri I can take”.
“Let’s say this one was not really on accident” he said, eyeing you up and down.
“What do you mean?”
Placing a hand on your lower back he leaned into you ear “Keep dancing bonita and you’ll see”
Pedri’s touch on your bare skin made your stomach tingle and goosebumps formed all over. He smoothly turned you around so that your back was against him. Alcohol surging trough your veins was definietly the one responsible for your confidence. You started swaying your body to the beat, Pedri’s hands on your hips,guiding you. He leaned into the crook of your neck,his hot breath making you melt into his hands.
You pressed your ass against his crotch, grinding slowly. He gripped your hips,one hand snaking down to your thigh
“Don’t tempt me y/n” he whispered making you smile.
“Or what?” you asked over your shoulder, one hand grazing the stubble on his chin. You turned around so you’re facing him now, your nose almost touching his,all while keep eye contact. He pressed you against his body, feeling the buldge forming his jeans while he kept both hand on your waist.
“Or what Gonzalez?” You asked again, dangerously close to his lips. His hand went up to your chin, gripping it and pulling you in for a kiss. The arrogancy slowly leaving you as his lips made you melt. It was rough and hot. You had both of your hands wrapped around his neck, toying with his hair and slightly pulling when you felt a pull yourself. He disconnected your lips, his fingers still tangled in your hair.
“Or I might just need to take you home” he replied smirking.
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@pedriswife @gavisuntiedboot I would really appreciate your opinions cause I love your writing sm and this is my first time posting something💗
hope you like this🫶🏻
#pedri x you#pedri barça#pedri smut#pedri blurb#pedri fanfic#pedri x y/n#pedri x reader#footballer imagine#footballers x reader#gavi x reader#pablo gavi#barcelona#fc barcelona#i hope you like this#feedback#tell me what you think#x reader#x yn#pedri gonzalez
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Rwby really is the show people piss on the poor with but like visual animation edition my fuckin god
People who never watched the show beyond volume three but also somehow watched the first three volumes with their eyes and ears closed will never not kill me bc they inflate Jaune to be this evil awful screen time stealing character.
He’s part of the show. He had a purpose in the show. He has an arc in the show. You can hate him. You can dislike the writing choices. What you can’t do is use old arguments that do not hold up.
Jaune Arc is the realistic version of the bland male anime protagonist who becomes super cool and good at everything just by showing up. Jaune forged his papers. Jaune wanted to be the hero without having put in any of the work. He was years behind his classmates and guess what happened? He got multiple ass beatings. He failed. Because in real life you don’t just show up and suddenly become good. He has to work for it.
Pyrrha died because she entered a battle she couldn’t win. Jaune was upset by this because his partner and too late to act could’ve been love interest was much stronger than him but wasn’t stronger than Cinder. And Pyrrha knew. She could’ve escaped with him. But she didn’t. She died NOT to make Jaune sad, but because she felt that she had to fight. She was their choice for the maiden. She had to fight.
As for Penny. It was once again her choice. His power is literally to boost aura which helps speed up healing. Penny didn’t want him to. Penny chose to sacrifice herself and that fucking sucks but it wasn’t to make Jaune sad. She made her own choice. And MIND YOU she had asked Ruby to kill her FIRST. Jaune’s inability to save people is not Emo Fuel it’s the TRAGIC THEME OF HIS CHARACTER go listen to Quiet
Also the idea he has taken over the narrative is insane because if he had? PEOPLE WOULD UNDERSTAND HIS CHARACTER. instead we have people who are using him as a Chad doll alpha freak getting lesbians OR he’s still the guy who wouldn’t leave Weiss alone. Which ENDED AFTER DANCE DANCE INFILTRATION MIND YOU.
Anyway. As a fan of Jaune for who he actually is, which is the bland male protagonist trope pushed into a role he cannot fill because he had not yet put in the work, bad awful no literary processing power takes make me ill. The only thing worse or the no good faith idiotic takes about the main girls because at least with Jaune he was actually annoying at first. The Takes about the girls and especially Yang are hot flaming garbage based on A Single Line, Her Boobs, or their own projections onto her character
(Her literal trailer has her grabbing a man’s balls and telling him to call her sir please tell me where the hyper feminine girly is. Is she in the room with us? Did she fall into the ever after? God damn)
#jaune arc#rwby#yeah let’s put this in the tags see if anyone tells me to kms#if you hate rwby that’s fine#if you only saw volume 3 and nothing else your opinion is several years outdated#not liking what the show was back then does not mean the show is like that now#begging people to see their own asses like#I need to make my YouTube videos so more positive rwby is on that site but GOD DAMN some of yall are ANNOYING or just flat out Incorrect#I spent ten years not talking about a show I love bc of shit like this now I’m gonna be annoying to fuck it
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