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i love he!!! i love how he picks up all the dwarves so snow white can give them a kiss goodbye!! he's so sweet! he's so kind! so thoughtful!
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your writing is literally the best in the cod fandom. we need more injured reader angst. it's too good
don't breathe — python333
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synopsis [reader] gets buried alive after refusing to give intel to enemy soldiers and *slips up and writes reader almost dying again* oops how did that happen haha
relationships platonic!price & gn!reader.
characters cap. john price.
word count 2.7k
warnings suffocation [reader], just generally really depressing thoughts, near death??, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].
note aww tysm :(( dont say its the best im gonna get a complex LMAO but i appreciate it!! and yes i agree injured reader angst ftw :3 i present to you: reader gets very injured and theres a lot of angst and its basically just you suffering for a good 3/4 of the fic while the last quarter has the actual comfort!
“Hello?” You try again, your voice cracking and your tone as desperate as it can get, “Please, God, say someone can hear me.”
You’ve been trapped in a casket for about five minutes now—at least, you woke up five minutes ago. God knows how long you’ve been stuck in the stupid thing, but realistically, it’s probably been much longer than five minutes.
The last thing you remember from before you were buried is being in the interrogation room of some small terrorist group’s facility, one you and the others were led to believe was abandoned weeks ago.
Unfortunately, whoever gave you the information must’ve either had incredibly outdated information or was setting you all up for failure, because the facility was very much not abandoned and was instead full of enemy soldiers.
You all had already gotten into the building before you knew that, because of course you all had to be in the same spot at the same time—practically sitting ducks for the enemy—and of course you all had to be clueless about the possibly hundreds of people in the facility until it was too late.
As far as you know, everyone managed to escape. Everyone but you. They didn’t mean to leave you behind, of course they didn’t, they were more focused on just booking it out of the facility. However, because of that, you were now stuck—you assume—several feet underground in a casket that has a limited amount of oxygen that drops every time you take a breath.
You let out the breath you’re currently holding and suck in another deep breath, holding it as you think. Your strategy of holding your breath until you no longer could mostly worked, but it wouldn’t for long, you knew that soon you’d suffocate in all of the carbon dioxide gathering in the enclosed casket.
You don’t know how long you’d been unconscious in the casket, breathing in oxygen carelessly in your slumber, which made the whole situation worse. You didn’t even know how much time you had left.
You hate to waste your breath checking your comms, but the enemy soldiers had accidentally left your earpiece in your ear—the small device apparently going undetected under their radar—and you wanted to make the most of it. You move your arm from your side and press onto the PTT button on your earpiece, wincing a little at how cramped the casket was.
“Does anybody copy?” You ask again, staring up at the almost pitch black space above you, “I repeat, does anybody copy?”
It’s a vain attempt at contacting your team, really. You don’t know if they’re thinking about you, if the signal is going through, if they even have their earpieces on—you know nothing, and that terrifies you because you really don’t want to die right now but there’s literally nothing else you can do besides helplessly talk into your earpiece, not knowing if anyone’s listening.
Your lungs start to burn and you let out the breath you were holding, taking another deep breath and beginning to hold that one. The air feels… thick. It’s starting to get harder to breathe, and you know you shouldn’t panic but you can’t help the few worried thoughts that come to the forefront of your mind.
What am I going to do when I run out of oxygen and the only thing left for me to breathe in are my own discarded breaths? What will I do when all there is to do is suffocate? Am I going to try, in one last desperate attempt, to break out of the casket, or am I going to just lay here and die? Will my team try to find me, or will they forget about me? Have they already forgotten about me?
Before you can listen to any more of those depressing thoughts, a voice comes from your earpiece.
“H—lo? [c/n]?” It’s hard to tell with the static and the cuts in between the words, but you think it’s Price talking.
“Price?” You ask immediately, all thoughts of preserving your breath forgotten. “Holy shit, you can hear me?”
“Je—s— whe—e—” He cuts out for a moment and your stomach drops when all you can hear is static for a moment.
“You’re— You’re cutting out, Captain, what did you say?”
“Wher— —re you?” It takes you a moment to realize what he’s saying, your mind working much slower than it usually does, but once you do you shake your head negatively despite him not being there to see you.
“I don’t— I don’t know,” You respond, taking a deep breath before adding on, “I think I’m underground, I just know I’m in a casket and it’s getting harder to breathe and—”
“Okay, o—y,” You hear Price’s voice crackle, his voice becoming more distant and sounding almost muffled to you, “Sa— —ur bre—th, I’ll try to g—t some—e to track your— —tion.”
With the constant cutting out of his words and the distortion of his tone, you can barely register or process what he’s saying, and that only panics you more but you refuse to let your emotions get the better of you even in the state of disorientation you’re in, so you keep holding your breath.
A minute later, Price’s voice crackles through your earpiece again.
“Okay, we’ve got your loc—tion,” Price’s voice sounds… oddly far away, “We can—”
His voice slowly becomes muffled, and you release the breath you were holding without realizing it, slowly blinking up at the ceiling of the casket. A sort of haze falls over your mind and you can barely even hear Price anymore before you suddenly snap back to reality and hear his now much clearer voice loud in your ear.
“[c/n]? [c/n], are you still there?” You recognize his tone now, and you’re just a little shocked at the sheer amount of worry in it.
“Haven’t moved an inch,” You breathe out, before lying, “You cut out for a second for me, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay,” Price reassures you, “I said we got your loc—tion and we’re hea—g out th— —w. It’s not t— far away from where —e alre—dy are, we’re ba—ely three clicks away.”
“… Clicks?” You ask, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“Yes, clicks,” Price replies, sounding concerned, before hesitantly asking, “… You know what those are, right?”
“I don’t—” You struggle to find words for a moment before you speak again, your own voice starting to sound distant, “I don’t think so?”
“What do y—u mean you don’t thi— —o?” Price asks, his voice sounding freakishly close, “Are you okay?”
“No, yeah, I’m fine,” You lie through your teeth, not wanting to worry Price further, “I just… how far away are you?”
“Just ab—t two cli—ks now,” Price says, before pausing and clarifying, “Two kilometers.”
Two kilometers… how far is that? “And that’s… is that far, or?”
“No, it’s not too far. It’s just a mi—te away, we didn’t ge— —o far before Laswell got your loc—tion,” Price tells you, “We’ll be there soon, ok—y? We’ll get y— —ut of there.”
“A minute—” You cough and feel tears pricking at your eyes from how hard it is to take another breath, “A minute?”
“Yes, a minute— [c/n], are you okay?” Price asks again, before laughing nervously, “You know what a minute is, do— —ou?”
“...” You struggle to answer the question, thinking long and hard for a few seconds before hesitantly answering, “… Yeah, I do, sorry. It’s sixty seconds.”
“Why’d it take you so long to answer?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I—” You take a few shallow breaths, and feel a headache start to build up, “How far away are you guys?”
“We’re alm—t there,” Price promises you, “The heli’s ab—t to l—nd, and we’ll dig you up, and—”
Why is it so cold? Price’s voice cuts off and when he stops talking you realize that you’re shivering. You ball your fists up and can’t even feel your nails digging into your palms, your hands having gone numb from the cold, and realizing that makes you discover that your lips feel numb too.
Your ears start to ring and you feel that uncomfortable pins and needles feeling in your hands, the sensation slowly traveling up your arms, making you both wanting to peel off your own skin and also grateful that you can at least feel something besides the cold.
In the midst of your thinking, you hear muffled thumping coming from above you—whoever buried you couldn’t have buried you anything below six feet.
“—llo? [c/n]? Are you still there?”
You bring your hand up, the movement slow and sluggish, and you try to search around the side of your face for your earpiece. You eventually find it and when you do you press against it until you feel the PTT button being pushed.
“Still here,” You confirm breathlessly, coughing again as you take a few more shallow breaths, “I think I’m running out of— of… what’s the fuckin’ air that you can breath in, it starts with an o…”
“… Oxygen?”
“Oxygen, yeah,” You slowly blink up at the ceiling of the casket, “There’s— I think— I don’t… I think… I think I’m gonna pass out, Captain.”
“[c/n], don’t you fucking dare,” Price growls, “You stay awake, I swear to fucking god.”
“I can’t—” You take a few more shallow breaths, before coughing, the tears escaping your eyes reaching the corners of your mouth.
You can hear Price briefly talk with someone else, his voice the most serious you’ve ever heard it, before he talks directly to you again, “How much longer do you think you have before you run out of oxygen?”
It takes you a moment to register the question, but when you do, you answer, “Uh… I don’t— I think… maybe a few more minutes? I can’t tell, it’s just hard to breathe, I can’t…”
“Okay, okay,” Price softly says, gusts of wind blowing into his mic as he talks, “Give me a second, okay? We’re almost there, kid, we’ll— we’ll be there in just a minute, we just passed over you, I just need you to stay awake.”
“In a minute,” You repeat to yourself, before taking a deep breath, hoping that you have enough oxygen to make it out of this casket because you really don’t want to die here, not when there’s help just a minute away.
After what you assume is a minute or two, instead of thumping, you hear something cut into the dirt above you. The sound, however, is heavily muffled, so muffled to the point where you don’t know if you’re hallucinating or not.
Is that a symptom of CO2 poisoning? Hallucinations? You lay still in the casket and can’t help but release the breath you’d only just taken, the ringing in your ears starting up again and growing louder faster than they had before.
Your entire body is numb, your chest is heavy, and you can feel a sort of fog fall over your mind. You can distantly hear Price yelling through your earpiece, but you can’t find it in yourself to respond, instead simply laying there, your blinking starting to slow down before it eventually stops, leaving your eyes closed.
—
For a moment, you think you died and went to heaven, which would be weird, considering all the things you’ve done in your life. Not saying you’d go to hell, just saying God would probably hesitate for a second before letting you in through the pearly gates.
You blink awake, slowly but surely, and the first thing you realize is that you can feel things again. You tilt your head down to the bump under the white bed sheets laid on top of you, and squeeze your hand into a ball, watching the bump move and feeling your fingers dig into your oddly sore palms.
You let out a sigh of relief and pull your hand out from the sheets, bringing it up to your face and feeling the oxygen mask that’s been placed over your mouth and nose.
“Don’t mess with that,” You hear a voice say to your right. You turn your head and see a very tired Captain Price, dark eyebags hanging under his eyes and arms crossed, his hands having a white knuckle grip on either one of his elbows.
“…” You don’t say anything, instead you simply stare at him until he sighs and gets up from his seat. You watch silently as he leans over your bed and bends down, before pausing, and then quickly snaking his hands under your back to pull you up just enough for him to properly hug you.
You reach up with shaky hands and tentatively hug him back, not nearly as tightly—not that you don’t want to, but you physically can’t with how weak your arms are right now—but with just as much sincere affection. You can feel Price’s beard rubbing against your neck and hear his small sniffles as he embraces you tightly.
Maybe it’s his sniffling, or the way you can finally feel warmth for the first time in what feels like forever, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s holding you with so much care and affection that it almost makes you burst at the seams, whatever it is, it causes you to tear up as well.
Those tears quickly become sobs that bubble up in your throat and crawl their way out of it, forcing you to tuck your head into the crook of Price’s neck and muffle your sobs in it, muttering a small ‘sorry’ after each one.
After each ‘sorry’, Price responds with, “It’s okay, let it out, sweetheart, you’re okay,” and those reassuring words only make you cry more because God, you didn’t even think he’d find you, yet here he is, letting you cry into his neck and is reassuring you after every apology that it’s okay.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” You mumble a litany of apologies into Price’s neck, your breath stuttering and hitching as you try to hold back your sobs. Price only shushes you and rubs his hand up and down your back in a comforting gesture, bringing his head up to kiss the top of your head.
He tucks your head under his chin, “Don’t apologize, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
And fuck, you know it’s just words, but it only makes you cry more.
Your sobs eventually stop, leaving you hiccuping against Price’s neck, silently crying as he continues to rub your back.
“I thought you died,” He whispers, his hand stuttering on your back, “I thought you died and I was going to dig up your dead body, when you didn’t answer me.”
You stay silent, letting him continue, “I thought you were dead when we dug you up and needed to feel your heartbeat for myself to confirm that you were still alive.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I’ve been here ever since they put you in here. I haven’t slept, I’ve just stayed here, waiting for you to wake up so I could tell you that I—”
He chokes up for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I’m sorry for not even thinking to drag you out of the facility with me when we all ran out. You were— you were right there, and I couldn’t just grab your arm and take you with me, I just had to leave you behind and I—”
“You watched me while I was asleep?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows drawing together.
Price pauses and pulls his chin off of your head, and pulls you away from his neck so he can properly give you the most incredulous look he can pull, before saying, “I’m pouring my heart out to you and apologizing for practically leaving you for dead, and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“Well, I’m not worried, I’m just—” You shrug, not knowing how to explain it. Price sighs and chuckles quietly before tucking your head back under his chin.
“You’re insufferable,” He mumbles, sniffling a bit.
“… I forgive you, by the way,” You say after a moment of silence, “I didn’t really blame you in the first place.”
“You had the right to.”
“Sure I did.”
“But you didn’t blame me.”
“Right.” “…” Price stays silent for a moment before pressing another soft kiss to the top of your head and saying quietly, “You should blame me.”
“Maybe,” You mumble back, “But I won’t.”
Later, maybe an hour later, if the others see you asleep in Price’s arms while he keeps your head tucked under his chin and rubs your back affectionately—no they don’t.
#sorry that its kinda short#i started it at 12 am and nows its 3 :<#i write slow ok#and i was watching d:bh playthroughs at the same time#its not my faukt#anyway#TAGGING SPEEDRUN#cod#cod hcs#hcs#task force 141#tf141#captain john price#john soap mactavish#platonic taskforce141#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#platonic task force 141#platonic task force 141 x reader#platonic cod#price#soap#ghost#gaz#they arent in this but im tagging them anyway#:3#hurt/comfort#angst
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Hot & Heavy | Bottom! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Top! Male Reader | Smut
Minors/Fem DNI
Request(s); "Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with sounding, praise, and breeding if you don't mind 😃..." and "...Could you write sounding and edging a tied up Gaz. I need to make that man beg and whimper..."
Warnings; Sounding (DO NOT LOOK IT UP IF U DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS! JUST DONT READ THIS FIC!! MOVE ON!), hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cream pie, bareback, withheld orgasm, little bit of praise, this is probably bad im sorry
Synopsis; there isnt even a plot man just read the warnings
A/N; haha... sorry for ... not writing in 6 months or whatever.... im back now though! right..? ...
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Kyle sighed and shuffled in his place on the bed. his arms were tied above him, wrists secured to the headboard, and back flush to the mattress. Y/N was settled between his legs and holding his bare hips while kissing at his neck, sucking dark hickeys onto the smooth skin.
“Hurry up,” he whispered, desperately wriggling in place. Y/N snickered and sat up, adjusting his hands to hold Kyle’s thighs instead.
He looked stunning all strung up, muscles stretched from the irregular position. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, his face burning from desire.
“What do you want me to do?” Y/N asked. Kyle groaned with exasperation. He was hard and leaking against his stomach from nothing more than kissing and light touches that only grazed the places he wanted them.
“Anything,” he pleaded.
“Anything?” Kyle swallowed thickly but nodded. “Okay.”
Y/N smiled before climbing off the bed to gather a few items. Kyle watched him with a twinge of curiosity.
When he returned to where he was previously sitting with a bottle of lube and a small case, Kyle curled a brow. “What the hell is that?”
“You can say no,” Y/N said. He could tell Kyle was intrigued by the way he pursed his lips and eyed the case, silently waiting to see what was inside. Y/N unzipped it and opened it before tilting it so that Kyle could see its contents.
His immediate reaction was that of mild disgust, raising an eyebrow and scrunching his nose. His Upper lip pulled at one corner showing his teeth.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Y/N sheepishly nodded. He was embarrassed now. He shouldn't have brought it up. It was a foolish idea. Kyle’s expression softened as he looked at Y/N’s face and he sighed.
“We can try it.” Y/N perked up and stared at Kyle, trying to read him to make sure he wasn’t teasing him.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He was hesitant. He wouldn’t want to pressure Kyle into doing something he didn’t want to do.
Kyle shrugged as best as he could with his arms bound above his head.
“I’ll try anything once,” he said. Y/N beamed and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips before pulling away.
“Thank you.” Y/N set the case aside before placing his hands on Kyle’s abdomen. He dipped his head into the crook of Kyle’s neck and began placing kisses on the soft skin, all the while running his hands up and down his torso.
Kyle sighed and rolled his head to the other side, allowing a broader space for Y/N to mouth. Y/N inhaled deeply. The smell of Kyle’s cologne drove him mad. Everything about him did.
Y/N moved one of his hands down Kyle’s stomach, grazing his skin with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around Kyle’s cock. The latter groaned and rolled his hips up into Y/N’s hand. His desperation for touch was finally being fulfilled.
Pre-cum dripped from the slit of Kyle’s dick, the liquid beading on the tip before being swept away by Y/N’s thumb brushing over the sensitive head. He nipped at Kyle’s neck one last time before pulling away.
Grabbing the lune, Y/N popped the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand before setting it aside again. He reached for the case and pulled the thinnest of the rods from it, then placed it in his wet palm to lubricate it. Kyle watched nervously.
“Shouldn’t you use one of the, uh, smooth ones?” he asked. The rod Y/N had chosen was ribbed with a ring at the end, which made him anxious.
“This one will hold the lube in it better, make it a smoother process,” he replied. Y/N looked up and met Kyle’s gaze. He chewed his lip for a moment before leaning down to kiss him softly. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”
Kyle nodded.
Y/N held the end of the rod in his dry hand and used the other to hold Kyle’s weeping cock, the latter groaning under his gentle touch. He stroked him a few times before stopping his movements and pressing the rod to his slit.
Slowly, he began pushing it inside. Kyle’s breath quickened and his legs twitched as the first passed through his cock. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but it was certainly strange.
“Fuck, that feels so weird,” he muttered. Y/N glanced up at him while slowly pushing it further inside. He didn’t miss how Kyle’s gaze was glued to his dick. Staring at the point where the metal was disappearing gradually.
A deep groan left Kyle’s parted lips when it was finally fully inside, leaving only the ring visible.
“I can feel it in my arse, what the fuck,” he said. His face was twisted up with pleasure as heat coursed through him.
Y/N leaned forward and began kissing Kyle’s chest again. Nipping at his soft skin while his hands roamed his body, eventually resting on his hips. His right hand slowly inched towards Kyle’s dick, wrapping around it and eliciting a moan from the other man. Y/N slowly began pumping his cock, slick with precum and lube. It caused the rod to move slightly, a strange feeling he’d never felt before. But it wasn’t unpleasant. He was shocked that it wasn’t, to be frank.
“Fuck…” Kyle drawled, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. Y/N glanced up at him and smiled, pleased with himself that his lover was enjoying himself.
“I love you,” he whispered, resting his cheek on his chest. “You’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”
Kyle bit his lip and opened his eyes to look at Y/N, who met his gaze and held it. It was almost intimidating.
“Is there something you want?” Y/N asked, a twinge of mocking laced into his words. Kyle groaned and wriggled on the bed for a moment before going limp. All the while Y/N kept languidly pumping his cock.
“Can’t you just-” he broke off into a whine as Y/N twisted his wrist, moving his hand faster.
Y/N looked at him with a cheeky grin.
“What was that, love?”
Kyle huffed and nudged Y/N with his knee.
“Listen, big guy, if you don’t take care of me right now when you let me out of these cuffs I’ll beat your arse and make you sleep on the couch.”
Y/N just snickered and ignored him, keeping up his slow, teasing and rhythmic motions. Pressing his thumb against the top of the rod and pushing it deeper, squeezing the base of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and placing a gentle kiss on the exposed tip.
Anything to rile him up.
Anything to make him beg.
It wasn’t long before tears were welling in Kyle's eyes. His breath was shallow and quick, and it left his head fuzzy and his limbs tingling.
“Will you please just fuck me,” Kyle pleaded.
Y/N glanced up at him from where he was crouched down, lapping at his length. He grinned and nodded before removing his hands from Kyle’s body, one moving to hold his hip, the other in between his legs, prodding at his hole.
Two fingers immediately eased inside of him, causing a low groan to erupt from Kyle’s throat. His head lolled back, hitting the pillow. He dug his heels into the mattress, silently pleading for Y/N to pick up the pace. So he did.
Y/N worked his fingers in and out of Kyle quickly, almost frantically trying to get him loose enough to take his cock. Kyle shuddered when Y/N hit his prostate, an almost croaking sound leaving his pursed lips. Y/N took notice and set an unrelenting, brutal pace on the spot. Kyle bit his lip to quiet himself.
“Mggh, oh my god,” he whined, balling his hands into fists. “Y/N, please!”
He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his eyes shut tight as Y/N added a third finger, slowing for only a moment to allow Kyle to adjust before he resumed his fast pace.
Kyle’s biceps flexed from pulling at his restraints. His stomach tensed and his legs squeezed around Y/N’s body. The amount of feeling happening was altogether too much, but it was also just right.
Y/N suddenly removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm before slicking up his dick. He held Kyle’s hip in one hand and the base of his cock in the other, before he gently pressed the head to Kyle’s hole.
It took all his strength not to immediately bottom out once he had pushed his tip inside. He was hot and wet and perfect, it made him want to take all of him in that moment.
Kyle’s jaw hung open slightly, his eyes glued to Y/N’s concentrated face.
When Y/N finally bottomed out, he looked up, being met with Kyle’s intense gaze. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and kissing him deeply, hands glued to Kyle’s hips.
He began moving slowly, rolling his hips back before pushing back inside gently to test the waters. Kyle moaned before pulling his head back and pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.
“Fuck me like a man.”
Y/N nodded and began a relentless pace, similar to how he stretched him out. Although this time it was more desperate and depraved. Y/N’s goal was to fuck him hard, just like he told him to.
Their bodies were flush, unbelievably close, and yet not enough. Y/N’s balls smacked against Kyle’s arse, a wet sound filling the room as lube and pre-cum dripped down and onto the bed sheets.
“Haah, fuck,” Y/N whimpered. he dug his fingers into the meat of Kyle’s hips and pulled him impossibly closer. “Y’ feel so good baby, mm…”
Kyle shivered and furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m gonna cum!” he slurred.
“Wait, please,” Y/N begged. “I’m almost there, just wait.”
Kyle whined but nodded, quiet whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold himself steady.
Y/N’s hips stuttered suddenly and his pace faltered. He sat back and grabbed the end of the rod and pulled it out, finally allowing Kyle to cum. Tears welled in his eyes as he did, long streaks of white spilling onto his stomach. Y/N soon followed, filling him up. He slowed to a stop before hanging his head to catch his breath.
Kyle was panting, eyes hazy and body warm. He looked up at Y/N through half-lidded eyes.
“Can we go again?”
#anyway enjoy i hate this and refused to proofread so#gaz x reader#gaz x male reader#bottom kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x male reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x male reader#cod x male reader#cod x reader#top male reader#x top male reader#cod x top male reader#ermm#what else#bottom gaz#bottom cod#uhhh#thats it
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its weird being in feminist spaces online bc on the one hand, we all understand that women have womens shelters because they actually worked towards gathering resources and opening these physical spaces. like they did actual work and didnt just wax poetic about the necessity. but then you have discourse about womens clothes and its like. you guys know there ARE brands out there creating functional clothing for the female form, right? and they end up shutting down due to lack of support? because we arent putting any action behind our words? and are just wishing good womens clothing into existence? like there are no mens shleters bc men didnt make shelters. there are no good female clothing brands because we 1) dont make them and if we do, 2) they dont get enough patronage to stay afloat. so yea guys, keep making tumblr posts about the lack of functional female clothing instead of seeking out and supporting those businesses. ill keep wearing my dads hand-me-downs because im economically and ecologically based.
Ooh anon we're playing with fire here... Alright everybody, feelings caps off and critical thinking caps on. This is in reference to a post I made a few nights ago about how I don't quite believe how many women claim they are incapable of wearing men's section clothes, a post which was itself in reference to another post that made the rounds on tumblr earlier this year. I wrote it after having had six beers and I'll be the first to admit, it was pretty inflammatory and worded in a way that lead a few people to reply defensively and angrily, so I turned off RBs and deleted it when I woke up the next day as damage control. The general gist of my post was that there are shitloads of options in the men's section that are far comfier with better quality materials than women's section clothes, that oversized clothes are easily adjusted for functionality ie. rolling up cuffs and wearing a belt, and that I think a lot of the women claiming they couldn't possibly wear men's section clothing are maybe just unwilling to "look bad," but again I wrote it in a way that obviously would not inspire good faith interaction with those whose choices I criticized. I'd like to take the opportunity to try again with this ask.
First of all, I also had a couple people say that they've had to wear the men's uniform at their job and it was ill-fitting and sucked. Of course I'm not arguing that women should not be accounted for in creating work equipment and PPE omfg, that's not what I'm talking about at all! That's a matter of safety and equality in employment, completely not what I'm saying. And I'm also not saying that women SHOULDN'T have clothes that are comfortable, functional, and properly fitting that are made with them in mind. We should be demanding this! What I am saying is that... we don't have that right now. Anon points out that there are businesses that have tried to do this and couldn't find enough patronage to stay afloat. Of course I want these clothing manufacturers to succeed, it would be the best case scenario, but in the mean time, we have two options: uncomfortable, flimsy, revealing, shit-ass-material that won't keep you warm women's clothes; and men's clothes that are possibly ill-fitting.
From the replies I did get, sounds like the biggest problem is with the hips to waist ratio, in men's pants the waist is too big when the hips fit. Yes, I get it! But I was also surprised to learn how many women are completely opposed to wearing belts?? I always thought belts were a wardrobe staple for most everyone, my Mom always wears one, I've been wearing one when necessary since middle school age. But happily for the non-belt-wearers, I've discovered that many men's pants actually have drawstrings, sometimes they're inside behind the buttons and zipper, so you can make them as tight or loose as you like. I have four pairs of pants like this, I wear them to work where I walk around and bring heavy things up and down stairs all day, they are sooo comfyyy.
The other thing is all my pants are from the men's now, and I have to tell you: sizing discrepancy is popularly framed solely as a women's clothing issue, but it's not really. Last week I bought two pairs of men's jeans from the thrift store, both size 34, without trying them on. One pair fits quite tightly around my thighs to the point that I will probably only wear them to events and not all day at work, while the other is the perfect size and so comfy I could sleep in them (don't worry, I won't.) It's trial and error all around when it comes to finding clothes that fit properly. There's not One Shape of men's pants. The changing room is your friend! Hang out in thrift stores long enough and you will absolutely find items that fit you wonderfully and feel comfortable.
So then we come to my main point: There are a lot of women who claim that men's clothes are just too big for them to wear and therefore they must resort to women's section clothes which supposedly fit them so much better... *FROM MY POINT OF VIEW* it seems a sort of convenient excuse to look the way a patriarchal society wants you to, in the same way that "sensory issues around body hair" is now a common stated reason to continue shaving and participating in sexist beauty culture without having to examine why you feel compelled to do so. I think when some women say they're unable to wear men's clothes, it's because they can't wear men's clothes and look as conventionally "good" as they do in women's clothes. And it's true, men's clothes are gonna be a bit looser and a bit more formless, but men aren't expected to be shrink-wrapped into their outfit like women are anyway. I understand the pressure to "look good," often women are treated poorly when they don't, but it's in your best interest and in the best interest of other women to resist that sexist pressure, or at least question it honestly.
Do I think you're a bad person for choosing to wear exclusively women's section clothes, absolutely not. I don't think women who shave or wear makeup or heels are bad people either. But I do think it's worth examining why you really feel like you couldn't branch out from the women's section.
Men's pants have a baggier crotch and ass area, but women's pants are often so tightly compact in the crotch that they can cause gynaecological problems. Men's shirt sleeves are quite roomy and may need rolling up, but many women's t-shirts have tiny sleeves that pinch your arms and draw your attention to the fact that your arm fat is being compressed. Men's pants can be quite long for a short woman, but cuffing them is simple: like anon said you can easily hem them, and if you don't sew like me, you can literally just cut them shorter and roll up the cuffs twice and KABOOM they become as short as you like. I want to reiterate that I do think women deserve to have clothes that are made with their comfort in mind, and I hope we do someday soon. But with the options we do have, there is a clear winner in terms of functionality, dignity, and quality. Men's clothes are made to be worn, women's clothes are made to adorn, decorate, be looked at.
Last point, when I hear someone say they're just too short or fat for men's section clothes... I can't believe them because I have seen A LOT of short and fat women wearing men's section clothes and doing just fine. You all have never met a short and/or fat butch lesbian? Ever? They look damn good in men's section clothing. I have a coworker who is 4'11" and shops 50/50 mens and womens clothes including pants. Like... I'm seeing short women wear mens clothes with slight alterations and zero problems. I really believe you can do it too. I believe!!!
In the end, I'm just a random tumblr blogger typing on my random tumblr blog, and you the reader have no obligation to take anything I say with more than a grain of salt. Try not to take this post personally, I'm not out to attack you. If your reasoning is simply "I don't want to," I can respect that and we don't have to agree. I think we can all agree the clothing situation for women generally sucks. If anyone including this Anon has recommendations for companies who make clothing that is legitimately created for women with women's bodies in mind, please let me know and I'll boost! Perhaps we can make a difference with our wallets.
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Hello hiii so first and foremost you are a great writer 🥺🥺 i dont know but there is something homely about your fics, you make life looks pretty, soft, calming (yeah even when it is heartbreaking) through your fics and i lovEEE IT YOU ALWAYS TUG MY HEART :(( anyways thank you for accepting request!! Can i request something angsty (yeah i live for your angst bcs in a way it is still… soft) but please, happy ending- is this too wide of a request? Do i need to make it even more specific? Actually i would love any angst + happy ending scenarios so i dont have anything specific in mind 😭 any svt members, you can decide~ but if you need something more specific, i will try to suggest one later!! Thank you for writing!! 💖
genre: slice of life; angst; comfort; established relationship.
characters: lee seokmin x gn!reader | support: none.
w.c: 3k
author’s note: apologies first, anon, for the late reply to this sweet ask of yours. i hope after reading this lil fic, you’ll feel warm from inside just like you made me feel with this ask. so because you gave me the freedom to choose a member of my choice, i chose seokmin bc he’s the literally the love of my life & i haven’t written him for so long. i hope that’s okay with you? make sure to stay safe and sound, wherever you are, anon. happy reading!
inspiration: the dream sequence in this fic is real. few months ago, i actually did see seokmin in my dream doing the exact things i’ve written under this cut. and, i remember it vividly that i sat there on my bed feeling like i’m about to cry. it was truly such a happy day for me. i don’t think i’ll ever forget about this dream.
[05:02 PM] [he wished he was the blood in your veins, he never told you he was selfish, he only wanted to steal, steal you away from yourself]
―the cool watermelon that you’ve previously taken out of the fridge and had took your time to cut in almost perfect triangles has now been abandoned next to your sprawled, resting body, upon the open veranda that meets with the green sunlit back garden.
the afternoon sun’s warmth is gentle upon your closed eyes and you know you’ve seen this dream before.
in this dream that was born out of a late night promise by the one who wears your heart upon him like a keepsake from you, he’s making your favourite egg toast. his cream coloured t-shirt with wrinkles across the edges is facing you and there’s a humming of a tune you hear every so often from him. seconds later, he turns around and places the plate of warm egg toast and coffee in front of you.
seokmin’s eyes adorn pure crescents greeting you a good morning while the rays of sun showers him perfectly from the side making the ends of his jet black bed hair shine in auburn.
one night during the first week of this work trip when seokmin had to be out of country for one month, you stood in the kitchen with an expected guest named loneliness looming upon your shoulders.
in seokmin’s announced absence, you’ve discovered three places where you can still find him lingering. one, the kitchen. second, his side of the closet where his scent stands still like a clock that has ran out of battery and third, the rack next to the bathroom sink where he keeps his own bathroom essentials, most importantly, his after shave lotion. almost every other morning, you would take the thick glass bottle, holding it carefully in both of your palm and open the cap to gather a small sniff of one of your favourite scent in the world.
although among all these three places there is one place that makes you feel more emptier than ever and that is the kitchen. a place where you both would spend hours talking about each of your days, about things that bothers and of all things mundane yet significantly noted down in your minds. it’s a place where you both wind down, let the night fall upon your shoulders and make a home in each other’s hearts.
when seokmin told you about his trip, you thought you’d go back to your takeout days for dinner every night after work but unconsciously, like a habit that has abandoned you, you’ve found yourself coming back home forgetting in buying one. for the past two years, you’ve become so use to the habit of passing by the smell of seokmin’s home cooked delicacies that now it seems like you can never go back to how it was before he walked in the picture where only you existed till now.
you were making for yourself some chow mein for that night’s dinner while the call with him was on the speaker. you’ve realized this a long time ago that seokmin’s voice makes you feel secure in your bones. his warmth and his soul puts you at ease.
at the end of the day, even when you want to be alone in your room, away from all the turmoil of the world, you always like to listen to him even if he’s not always speaking to you. his voice could be travelling through the walls when he’s in the living room talking to his friends or co-workers over phone and you’d halt the action in your hands unknowingly.
your back will go all relaxed and you’ll exhale soundly staring at the wall just above your eye level with the cotton pad still in-between your thumb and forefinger with which you were previously cleansing the makeup off of your face after a long day at work.
some nights you’d be right by the entrance door returning from giving a visit to your parents and a smile would be automatic on your face when you can hear him being a little too enthusiastic on the other side of the door, singing the karaoke song he has been obsessed with since you have forgotten when.
that night when you told him while you stir fried the chow in the empty house, an empty home that belongs to both you and him, that this isn’t like you and that you cannot believe you’re saying this, a truth which is very universal that you really do sincerely miss him even when you told yourself you’ll not.
you told yourself so because voluntary solitude has always been your friendly neighbor. it helps you by making sure that time flies quickly for you and because it’s so easy to stay connected to people in this day and era, you thought it’ll be in no time that you’ll find seokmin at the doorstep of this shared home.
but it seems solitude has left your side and currently, in its place exist a whole being, a sunlit distraction named lee seokmin.
the man of the hour, who was on the other line, had chuckled softly. usually he would tease but that night, he didn’t. he held the phone close to his mouth and in a gentle voice, he told you that you didn’t have to miss him for long because, “i promise i’ll meet you in your dreams tonight.”
that night he sneaked in through the window of the bedroom like a climber and made himself at home inside your dream. he made you your favourite morning egg toast and a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, strong with no sugar. in your eyes, he became one with the sun that fell upon the breakfast table and when you woke up, in your shared bedroom with seokmin, next to the empty side of the bed, you discovered the sun rays had replaced the warmth that your love leaves behind every morning.
an overwhelming feeling washed over you and your throat tightened up, making you end up crying.
later, that morning, you cried again in the kitchen but didn’t call him. the kitchen reminds you more of him than anything else does. it is where his love fills you to your heart’s brim so it was no better antidote to calm you down.
you didn’t get up right away from your bed like you usually do when you wake up. instead, you sat on your knees upon your side of the bed and leaned down upon his side of the bed. you placed your cheek against the warm bed sheet and as the sun fell upon your eyes, you closed them from making you go blind and rubbed the warmth from the bed sheets upon your cheek.
he was here, you told yourself, nobody ever promised to see me in my dream and kept it so thoroughly.
since that night of promise, seokmin has kept on appearing like this and it’s always the same dream and you realized that you can never get bored of the same cycle of events.
even now that you’re drifting mellow in your subconscious mind, in the corridors of your dreamland, you can smell the coffee in the air and as your vision clears painfully slowly, you figure out his outline – the same old wrinkly cream coloured t-shirt and the curls upon his head all ruffled, asking for you to dig the tips of your finger into them.
only one more night, you said to yourself convincingly, and he will come back home tomorrow.
it was what he had informed you of two nights ago. his voice was a bit hoarse and it seemed the meeting that he previously had made him do most of the talking but he still made sure to let you know of his arrival because he knew you missed him just as much he does.
you wanted to sleep all through this afternoon and night, not waking up at all, until you can feel his presence next morning in this home so that your chest starts to stop feeling so hollow.
seokmin usually does both when he returns home after work. first, he rings the bell and then, unlocks the door himself before you can meet him in the middle at the doorway but that is possible only if you’re home before him during weekdays and on weekends, when it’s your off days.
although this afternoon due to certain intentions, he skips over the first step. he only unlocks the door and prays in his head that you’d be asleep because it’s saturday and usually, most weekend afternoons, you’d be napping after reading a book or watching an animated film.
seokmin trusted his instincts and stepped inside the soundless home. his heart was beating louder than it was planned but nevertheless, with faint footsteps, he walked into the living room and it took him no effort to find you submerged under the orange hue of the drowning sun.
placing the bag of grocery he bought while returning upon the kitchen aisle, seokmin takes some long careful strides and squats in silence next to you, eyes wandering to the abandoned plate full of watermelons.
he smiles and touches the ends of your hair that’s spread out carelessly upon the wooden floor. he doesn’t wake you up. instead, he takes the plate and puts it inside the fridge.
he decides that he needs a nice warm bath and a quick clean shave. maybe when he’s out all fresh and his body is letting go of the jetlag, he’ll take some bite of that watermelon because it looked like, even though you’re not good with kitchen knives, you took your time cutting the chilled watermelon in almost perfect triangles.
seokmin leaves you undisturbed upon the open veranda, covering your legs with a shawl he found clean in the laundry basket and steps inside the bath. he shaves the stubble that was growing around his chin and rubs the after shaving lotion upon the shaved area.
almost half an hour later when he steps out of the bath after drying his hair with a towel that is now resting upon his neck, he gets back into the kitchen and takes out the plate of watermelons he had previously put inside, picking one piece to take a bite and to savor the cooling effect it leaves throughout his body.
he takes the plate and closes the distance between you and him. seokmin settles himself down next to your sleeping self feeling himself somehow becoming one with you under the gradient of the sun that bids another farewell.
he turns his head around to his right and tenderly observes your sleeping face. his eyes follow the mellow ups and downs of your chest. without much thought, he leans in and gently rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek just to check how much he has missed having you next to him and your scent, the wind that flows against all his edges.
he cannot for the life of him wake you up when you look so serene because he realized it’s a privilege to see a person who is stationed so permanently in his heart sleeping like as if, finally, their world is at peace. after all the running and fighting with not just the way of this world but also with yourself, he can see you finally resting and accepting.
it’s a scene that countless painters have painted for centuries only because they knew that there’s always something new to discover when they look at someone they love – both things that the other person hides and things they place in front of the painter’s eyes.
although seokmin can neither draw or paint, he has his memory and in his memory, there are walls where now this scene joins many other paintings with you as the subject.
seokmin stretches his legs to release the fatigue in them and reaches for another piece of watermelon as he sits there waiting for the break of your dawn. he waits patiently for your eyes to be on him after a month long of estrangement.
as the dream started fading into a black infinite canvas, your conscious senses started coming up to the surface. squeezing your eyes, you fought with sleep and in the air, you smelt the strong, tantalizing smell of seokmin’s after shaving lotion. you felt yourself losing.
you thought it is impossible because you know seokmin is not supposed to be here and so this might be your brain trying to trick you. either way, you didn’t understand the point of this trick. you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes.
“are you not cold?” your eyes follow the euphonious voice that you can recognize even in a room full of people. they settle upon the calming presence of the man next to you for long.
“am i dreaming?” your voice that was supposed to sound like you’re in doubt sounded croaky as you had just stepped out of your sleepy state.
you noticed seokmin holding a piece of watermelon in his hand. he takes a bite into it and shakes his head and you can see him visibly beam at you. he seems amused by your reaction as he waits for your further words.
as for you, your eyebrows start climbing up your forehead while your eyes goes wide in astonishment, “you’re really here?”
“you must be dreaming too much of me to think that i’m not real right now,” seokmin declared in a convincing tone to which you thought, how did he know?
“weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?”
“oh, that.” seokmin chuckled, “i lied because i wanted to surprise you.”
“so you did not ring the bell too?”
seokmin hummed back a no. he was very much into finishing up what seemed like his third piece of watermelon.
“god, i cannot believe this. so? how long have i been sleeping?”
“maybe more than an hour. i returned an hour ago.”
“and, why didn’t you wake me up?”
“because i wanted to look at you.”
“i’m not an artifact in a museum, min, you’re funny.”
seokmin laughs at your words and now completely turns around to face you. neither of you say anything and stay as it is in silence. there was nothing to break that silence until the man in front of you put down the hard layer of the melon he has just finished and shuffles around to lay down next to you.
you take half of the shawl that was covering you and place it upon his chest.
“i’m real. see?” seokmin tells you before pulling you close to him as if he knows that you might think of all this happenings as a dream. he holds you tightly against himself and you move to place half of your body upon him.
you tugged your lower lip in, suppressing an overflowing smile as you place a palm upon his cheek, “yes. yes, i see you and i missed you.”
“i missed you too. i even miss you now. i cannot wait to cling onto you until you get sick of me.” seokmin states his wish as he places one of his palm behind your head and pulls you in so that he can nuzzle at the crook of your neck.
“nah, i don’t think that’s happening this soon,” you reply as both of you burst into a fit of giggles, two chests vibrating against each other as each of you feel the warmth, the heart beats and the weight of each other in your arms.
minutes later after a long hug, seokmin unwraps himself from your arms and tells you that you’ll catch a cold like this if you stay this close to the open veranda right now as today’s evening has already welcomed itself at home.
you look at the sky and realize that it is indeed the truth. darkness has fallen and today, it seems like the moon resemblances the shape of seokmin’s eyes when he smiles.
seokmin gets up from the wooden floorboard and lets you take your time to get out of your drowsy state of body. walking into the bedroom, he brings out a hoodie for you and as he watches you wear it upon your t-shirt to warm you up, he offers to make tonight’s dinner.
“that’s one good thing about you being back home. now i don’t have to ponder over what to eat for dinner.” ….and also not be lonely while putting a single plate upon the dinner table to eat because you were not there, you thought to yourself.
it makes you puzzled sometimes how even two years ago you were happy enough to just be back home at your place and eat whatever for the night because you were so used to being on your own but now, you cannot recognize those parts of you in yourself anymore.
you’re too used to it now. the love that seokmin puts in your coffee every morning without you asking for it. so much that now you don’t know where to put it all down in words. you’ve forgotten when seokmin has come and added his golden yellow to your palette of dull blue.
presently, under this blue and yellow gradient coloured sky, what can you call this love? a feeling that can only be equivalent to the stream flowing or the rain drizzling? like coffee, you drink it down and offer to wash the dishes because you want to stay longer. because, it seems like you’re always dreaming since he has walked into your life with a suitcase in hand.
“i cannot believe i’m saying this, min, but i was getting sick of eating takeouts.” you tell him as you follow him into the kitchen. you watch seokmin taking out the vegetables he bought, “i was dying to have a nice dinner made by you.” you conclude not knowing what else to say.
“that’s why i’m here now - to spoil you rotten, sleepyhead. now freshen up, we’ll watch this one movie i found while we eat.” seokmin takes hold of your hand and as your knuckles get buried under the heat of his large palm, you realize that no other part of your body can ever be as warm as the space in-between your and his hand.
welcome home, you tell yourself, it’s been hard, right?
fin.
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okay okay okay this popped into my mind in english class this morning and now it's all i can think abt. hcs of hunter with a quiet and reserved s/o who's in a band ( either metal like him or indie rock ) and is really active and energetic when they're performing! IF YOU CANT / DONT WANT TO WRITE IT THEN DW, I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THE BRAINROT
The moment I saw this I had an idea in my head that was TOO good for HC’s so I really hope you enjoy this! But I also decided to go with one of my own OC, Peach Meridian to write this for because it fit her personality! You can find her at the bottom of my OC Masterlist!
Hunter stood next to Peach as she gathered her things she’d need for her last few classes.
Clay walked over to the two, “Hey Hunter what's up?”
“Hey Clay,” Hunter turned around and they high fived.
“Hey Peach,” Clay waved at the short girl with blue hair.
Peach looked up and waved at the other boy then went back to fiddling with her books.
“Are you busy tonight?” Hunter asked Clay.
“Nah. I was going to ask if you and Hunter wanted to chill tonight?” Clay smiled.
“Actually we're all going to see Peach’s band tonight down at the Verse.” Hunter looked over at his girlfriend. She closed her locker and slung her backpack on.
“You don’t have to come,” Peach whispered looking down at her white converse that she had scribbled and drawn all over. A small H in a red heart on the toe cap of the right converse.
“You should come! Pixie Hearts are so good!” Hunter began to brag then unzipped his leather jacket showing off their newest shirt design. In ransom note lettering it read ‘Pixie Hearts’ with hearts for the dots in the I’s.
“No, I’ll totally come!” Clay smiled, pulling out his phone. He pulled up their instagram and followed them, “Woah Peach I didn’t know you sang.”
“Yeah,” she smirked, tucking some blue hair behind her ear.
“I’ll meet you two there then, Hunter can you text me the time and stuff?” He looked up at the two.
“Okay,” Hunter smiled and watched as Clay pranced off. Hunter put an arm around Peach, “Let's get you to class.”
Peach smiled and looked up at her boyfriend. She never really talked to anyone that wasn't her parents, Hunter, Emily, or Kevin. She had immense anxiety around people but being on a stage with her band just made it all disappear. It made her feel in control.
She’d actually met all of her bandmates in a support group at their therapists office.
“Fuck,” Peach muttered as she was trying to get ready in the green room.
“What's up?” Hunter looked up from the couch he was sitting on.
“I just messed up this wing,” Peach shook her head and turned around looking at Hunter.
“Let me see that,” Hunter grabbed the eyeliner marker out of her hand and wiped away the eye liner on her right eye. Hunter gently applied the eyeliner wing symmetrical to the other one.
“There you go hun,” Hunter kissed her cheek and handed her back the eyeliner.
“Ew,” Stella walked in and grabbed her drum sticks off the coffee table, “You guys disgust me.”
Peach shook her head and giggled at her friend's comment.
“You guys are on soon,” Pixie Hearts manager came into the green room, “Where is Millie and Ariel?”
“Right here!” Ariel and Millie said in sync as they came into the green room.
“Okay great,” Marco smiled, clasping his hands together. He was a short italian man with thick wide framed glasses and knew everything there was to know about guitars.
“Let's go out there and show them that we’re better than boys, No offense Hunter.” Millie smiled and grabbed her bass from its case tuning it as they shared their last thoughts before going on.
“We're going to slay the house down!” Stella giggled spinning one of her drum sticks.
“We’re going to make this our best performance to date!” Ariel tuned her guitar, “Any words Peach?”
“We’re going to do great,” she said just above a whisper with a smile.
“On three,” Millie put her hand in the center of their little circle, “One…two…three! Pixie Hearts!”
“Oh what was that?” Marco spoke into the walkie talkie, “Someone backstage that's here with Kevin and Emily. His name is Clay?”
“Oh yeah that's our friend.” Hunter wrapped his arms around Peaches waist and kissed her on the cheek, “Break a leg Peach, but not actually don’t do what I did.”
“Okay, love you.” Peach giggled.
“Love you too,” Hunter waved as he walked out of the greenroom then to the side stage with Marco.
Peach looked in the mirror making sure her space buns looked right and her makeup.
“You look great Peach,” Millie hugged her best friend.
“I know I’m just nervous, we've never played a venue this big.” Peach sighed and tugged on the shirt she had tucked into the black high waisted jean shorts.
“Okay Marco is calling for us over the in ears lets go,” Ariel sighed.
“Okay let's crush it!” Peach smiled and put in her in ears walking to the stage.
“It kinda shocks me that Peach sings in a band. I've maybe heard her speak 20 words in the whole time we’ve gone to school together.” Clay leaned over talking to Hunter. Hunter, Emily, Kevin, and Clay all stood in front of the barricade to watch them.
“Oh just you wait,” Emily smiled looking over at Clay.
“Yeah she’s…a lot different on stage.” Kevin nodded.
People started to go fucking nuts as the lights lowered and there was pink stage lights flashing.
Stella, Millie, and Ariel walked out onto the stage, the crowd screaming and yelling. They waved and smiled, Stella sat behind her kit and started playing the intro to their opening song.
Then Peach came running out onstage and waved taking the microphone from the stand.
“My dear I feel you're quite confused
You lie in my ear and claim you've never felt this before
Feeding me phrases from your Arsenal
Singing fake promises while your fingers' on the door
Well my dear I'm taking back all I said
Tripping over my thoughts again.”
Peach sang, dancing all over the stage with a wide smile across her face.
Hunter loved watching her perform; she loved being onstage and her confidence would spike. Hunter looked over and Clay had his eyes wide with a smile.
Half way through the song Peach got on her knees right in front of them and sang the interlude part.
“From Olympus
I wear my crown
From the Krakken
You will drown
There seems to be confusion between
Who here is the royalty
Aphrodite is crying
And Phanes is dying
Hades will know your name.”
Peach winked at Hunter and got up singing the rest of the song.
At the end she grabbed onto the mic stand and looked around catching her breath.
“Wow hello everyone,” Peach smiled looking around at the sold out venue, “Thank you all for coming. Now let's get crazy!” Peach shouted into the microphone starting the next song.
After the show the rest of the band helped pack up all their equipment into Millie's van deciding they’d take care of it tomorrow.
Peach ran over to Hunter as he waited for her at his car.
“You guys were so good!” Hunter scooped up Peach, spinning her around in a circle. He set her down and they shared a kiss.
“That was your best performance yet,” Emily hugged her.
“Thank you,” She smiled, still speaking a little louder than a whisper.
“You Are so loud on stage…it's crazy but I love it.” Clay spoke to the short girl.
“Being on stage is just different,” Peach snuggled into Hunter's side as he had an arm around her.
“You guys are better than Skullflower. Maybe we’ll get to open for you sometime.” Hunter giggled.
Peach nodded and gently squeezed him in a tight embrace.
#metal lords#hunter sylvester x reader#hunter sylvester#kevin schlieb#clay moss#thanks for the request!
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Arrangement. psh
TW: Oral, fingering, corruption, unprotected sex, public sex, reader is kinda selfish but in the oblivious way not the malicious way, seonghwa is seonghwa. Honestly I was going for something kinda specific here and i dont think i succeded, its not bad or anything just not what i was going for but i dont think yall will be able to tell hopefully.
The first thing i write in probably well over 2 weeks and its something that nobody but @deja-vux wanted. what can i say? this idea gave me brain rot.
One last thing, this is kind of a part 2 to the corruption kink blurby thing I wrote for Seonghwa (can be found in my master list) but it’s not a direct continuation or anything and you don’t have to read that to get this.
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Your jaw ached in strain as you held your mouth open, trying to keep your throat relaxed. Seonghwa’s grip was tight in your hair as he thrust his dick shallowly past your lips. The position was altogether uncomfortable. Seonghwa laid across the back seat of his vintage car, back propped up against the door with one knee raised. You were knelt between his thighs, bent over in a painful arch trying to keep still in the tight space. But all of that was inconsequential, the breathy groans and crooked smirk of the man in front of you were enough to drown out the pain.
As his hips pushed into your mouth again, dick sliding further down your throat than before, in a desperate attempt to please the man you did your best to swallow around the long length of his cock although tears pricked in your eyes. His grip on your hair tightened and you looked up just in time to see his head thump back against the glass window followed by another low groan and a face screwed up in pleasure, his normally perfectly styled black hair now tousled and falling into his eyes. Deep satisfaction ran through you.
To your surprise, the hand in your hair yanked you back and off him. You whined at the roughness, despite the way it sent shocks down to your core. Seonghwa’s eyes cracked open to peer down at you with a grin.
“You're getting good at this, princess.” He compliments in his velvet voice. His words elated you and a smile crept onto your lips.
“You’ve come so far in so little time, you could barely take me in your mouth without gagging a month ago, now look at you. You should be proud.” Seonghwa continued, running his hand through your hair once before regaining his grip on it. You practically purred. While you looked back on those first few times with Seonghwa fondly, you much preferred his smooth praises to the harsh words and instructions he gave you before. But you were still glad for them, there was no way you would have come this far this quickly if he hadn’t been hard on you.
Seonghwa’s hand was pulling you back down again before you could voice anything, “come on princess, show me how much you’ve learned.”
Back to work you went. He gave you a tad bit more freedom this time around, not making any move to thrust into your mouth, instead, allowing you to show your newfound mastery of dick sucking. But you kept his preferences in mind, he always wanted to draw things out, to take his time with you. So you began by kissing gently along the red tip, then lapping at the precum that spilled from it. The taste was definitely an acquired one, your face had screwed up in disgust the first time I touched your tongue, but now you sought it out as it meant you were doing well.
Taking the tip completely in your mouth, you hummed as you swirled your tongue around it for a moment before popping off and caressing the underside with a flick of the tongue. Seonghwa hummed in approval, nudging your head forward again in gentle encouragement. You took him into your mouth again, this time hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head in a firm rhythm. You kept your tongue pressed into the underside of his dick, running along the most prominent vein. Each time you took more and more of his impressive length into your mouth, moaning in satisfaction as you went.
You couldn’t help the way your legs pressed together as more wetness pooled in your underwear. Your mind flashed with the first time Seonghwa had taken you completely. Your body had shuddered as he eased his cock between your legs and into your cunt. It had been uncomfortable sure, and the sensation had been unfamiliar, but Seonghwa had taken care to prepare you enough before ruining you in that way. Your first time had been exceptional needless to say.
You were drawn back to the present by the low growl rumbling out of Seonghwa’s chest as his dick hit the back of your throat, all of him save for the part you had your hand wrapped around for support was now gracefully sliding past your lips. You ventured another look up to his face. He was watching you intently with fire behind his dark eyes. You looked up at him with wide eyes, barely able to meet his strong gaze. His elbow rested on his bent knee and his head was leaning against his hand. If it weren’t for the low sounds he released from time to time you would never be able to tell what you were up to between his legs from his face.
The sudden desire to break his composure overtook you, to make him feel as desperate as the ache between your legs. So as you removed your hand to take his length all the way down into your throat your hips began rocking back and forth, rutting into nothing as your legs pressed tightly together.
“Keeping going like that, and I’ll cum down your throat.” His voice rumbled.
You doubted that. Another thing you had learned about him was that he was unbelievably composed. The kind of restraint that came from much experience. He wouldn’t cum unless he wanted to, his words were only to encourage you. But regardless you took them with glee. Seonghwa had long since discovered that nothing encouraged you more than the thought of his cum, the very reward for your efforts.
Despite his promise, it was several more minutes before he spilled into your mouth, having finally decided that you had sufficiently proven your knowledge. His head had fallen back against the window and he let out a trail of deep groans as he spilled against your tongue. You swallowed it appreciatively, beaming up at him from between his legs, awaiting the praise for your efforts.
When he looked at you again it was with a crooked smile and a gentle hand stroking your hair.
“Well done princess,” he spoke far too casually for having just cum down your throat. His free hand took your hip between his fingers and hoisted you up to straddle his lap. He adjusted to sit normally in the seat and he took a moment to size you up. His gaze burned as his eyes trailed over your body and your legs tried to squeeze together again as another bout of wetness spilled out of you, but Seonghwa’s hips kept them apart. He noticed the attempt, however.
With a smirk, Seonghwa slid his hand into the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. You sucked in air only to release it with a whine as his cold fingers slipped between your folds, releasing the slick into his palm. He chuckled at you.
“Oh what have I done to you,” he started with mock remorse, a small pout painting his features, “only a true slut could get his wet from sucking dick, I suppose I have truly ruined you,” he finished with a wild smirk. Your hips ground into his palm subconsciously.
“Mmmhmmm” you sighed in agreement, absolutely loving when he spoke to you like that, only Seonghwa’s words could ever affect you like that. If anyone else said them it would sound vile.
“Yours,” you added with a hoarse voice, rocking your hips into his still hand again.
“Mine?” He asked, pretending to be confused, tilling his head to the side as if asking for clarification. Though the next words to leave your lips were no surprise to him, as he had taught you them.
“Your slut.”
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It was getting harder to avoid Seonghwa at school. Not because either of your schedules changed, not because he stopped ditching as much as he did. In fact, those things hadn’t happened at all, it just seemed like they had. It seemed like everywhere you went you saw him. Either sauntering his way through the hallways, gathered with his like-minded friends in the courtyard, or even sitting in the far back of the single class you shared flipping his pen between two fingers as he stared absently out the window.
Once upon a time, before you had seen him as anything more than trouble making pretty boy, it had confused you how he had even managed to be in the same advanced literature class as you and it hard infuriated you when you discovered that Park Seonghwa had the audacity to be smart. Your one-track mind had seen it as a waste for him to have even a shred of intelligence behind his starry eyes when it was clear school was the last thing ever on his mind. But at the time you had pushed the thought aside, thinking that as long as you still stood at the top of the class it didn’t matter.
But when you found it most difficult to avoid Park Seonghwa was when he was leaned against the locker of some pretty face showing that crooked half-smirk that you had become so familiar with. And it caused quite a few unnamed emotions to stir in your stomach each time. Each time you shoved those emotions away before they had the chance to manifest. You had no right to feel them. It was your reputation at stake if the student body discovered that you were Park Seonghwa’s latest pass time, not his. In fact, it would probably gain him a feather in his cap from his crowd if they knew. You and Seonghwa had never discussed the exclusivity of your arrangement, you hardly had the clarity of mind to do so at any moment his gaze was focused on you, so you could never be sure if his velvet words had led him between the legs of any of the pretty faces you saw him with. And you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on it, even though very deeply wanted to know. Once again, you pushed the thoughts from your mind, as long as you still to be with him the most, it didn’t matter what those other people did with him.
But as the school slowly emptied at the end of the day, and you were making your way to the student council room once again (trying your hardest to not remember when he had taken you against a table in there as well) you found Seonghwa loitering in the hallway with a girl leaned against his chest inches away from his face.
You came to a dead stop. The gears of your brain are either unable or unwilling to comprehend what you saw. Why this particular time bothered you so much was a question you could not answer, it was not the first time, nor would it be the last. Normally you would simply turn your head and keep walking as though you had seen nothing, and you had almost convinced yourself to do exactly that when the girl noticed your presence.
“Do you need something?” She spat, clearly from the crowd that thought the student council was all prissy know it all’s, and you had to remind yourself that until very recently that is exactly what you were. But you were also stubborn. You composed yourself quickly and kept your eyes on the girl.
“Unless you have somewhere to be, I suggest you move your groping elsewhere. Somewhere off school grounds preferably.” You called in an even tone, thankfully your voice had not betrayed the way your stomach was churning.
“Come on, don’t be such a prude,” the nameless girl countered. Her choice of words temped you to glance at Seonghwa, but you had a feeling he would be looking at you, which you don’t know if you could handle.
“Trust me, the rest of the student body would be just as grossed out as I am, whatever is going on here is not as ‘hot as you think it is,” you added air quotes around the word for good measure. The girl smirked at you.
“I don’t know, I think they would be lucked to see such a sexy couple.” She retorted, her arms curling around Seonghwas middle. At the word “couple” you couldn’t help it, your eyes flashed to Seonghwa. He had the audacity to look amused as if the back and forth was the best entertainment he had seen all week.
You didn’t like that she used that word. You had absolutely no desire to be in a relationship with Seonghwa, quite the opposite, in fact, it would ruin you. But your mind flashed with the one word you heard him use perhaps most often, “mine.” Granted, you had never called him ‘yours,’ but the experiences he gave you seemed somehow cheapened if he was giving everyone else the same ones. You felt spiteful, what was the point in teaching you all those wonderful things if he could get them elsewhere. Those were the thoughts that spurred on your words.
“I’ll let them know when I find one then.” You deadpanned. It took her a moment to realize what you meant, then her mouth hung open. She looked ready to retort before Seonghwa cut her off.
“Why don’t you go home, leave this conversation to the big kids.” He said, looking at her for the first time since the conversation started. Once again, it took her a moment to realize it was her he was talking to, and then she gapped like a fish. Seonghwa had turned his eyes back to you, not bothering to entertain her shock. Finally, with a huff she stormed off, leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the hallway, locked in a stare-off.
“Kinda slow isn’t she? You can do better than that.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh I know I can,” he replied without missing a beat, but the less than subtle once over and the knowing smile he gave you only served to tick you off, rather than flatter you.
“Then why waste your time with her?” As soon as the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. They sounded far too much like jealousy for your taste, and based on the look in his eyes; an invitation as well. Seonghwa’s lean body pushed from the wall and took several long strides towards you, till he stood over you. His hand came to rest all too familiarly on your hip.
“Why? Have something better I can do with my time?” He said, not at all trying to hide his suggestive undertone. You scoffed, in an attempt to keep the burn of his stare away from your mind.
“Your disgusting,” you said, though it came out far less convincing than it sounded in your head. You took a step back from the all-to-magnetic boy. If someone came across you two now, you needed as much distance between him and you as possible.
“Are you going to report me? Madam President?” He replied in a moc disappointed tone.
“As if I adding today onto your record would change a thing. We have a filling cabinet for just you and your friends, Seonghwa. I don’t want to overflow it.” You threw back.
“I didn’t know the student council was such fans of my work.” He replied casually without missing a beat. You opened your mouth to retort but he cut you off.
“Come find me tomorrow night if you're still looking to help me waste time, princess,” he began, turning to grab his bag from the floor, “I think you have a council meeting to get from, wouldn’t want to get in your way of upholding the high standards of the school.” As he spoke he began walking away, only to throw a smirk over his shoulder at his last four words. Leaving you alone in the hallway.
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You did not find him the next day. You had decided you were upset with him, not because of the girl, you told yourself, but because of the patronizing way he spoke to you. Not that that was different from normal. It just seemed to be the best way to allow yourself to be mad at him without those unwanted feelings worming their way into your brain.
Whether Seonghwa had even noticed your boycott was impossible to tell. He would never come to you, he wanted you to come to him. He never seemed even the slightest bit bothered in the few times you had glanced at him from the corner of your eye. He laughed with his friends without a care in the world and his blank face during class held no emotion besides boredom. You on the other hand, now that was a different story. You had become used to meeting up with him once or even twice a week in various places around town for your “lessons” and you had become “insatiable.” (his word not yours)
Your resolve to be mad at him was cracking as the days went on and was replaced with the need for him. Him and only him. No one else would do.
But in an effort to keep your resolve you threw yourself in the opposite direction, instead, making plans with the Vice President of the student council, a lovely girl named Marie.
Marie was your friend. She chose to use the words “gal pals” from time to time. An airy upbeat girl who rarely let her soft smile fall from her face. And right now, the furthest possible thing from spending time with Park Seonghwa.
So on Wednesday, both you and Marie piled into her silver car and drove off to her house. You both stumbled into her orderly bedroom with a fit of quiet giggles at the expense of several other council members. You shrugged your bag off your shoulders and plopped down onto the plush carpet beside her bed as she did the same.
“Oh my gosh, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! Outside of council meetings obviously, I mean, I was starting to think you had found a different best friend and I was-“ Marie started rambling almost as soon as she sat down. You couldn’t help the small smile that found your lips. It’s true you had been neglecting her as your friend for the past month or so, instead of spending time with, well, him. But now that sat in her familiar room, seeing the pictures of the events you had planned together scattered on the walls, the sudden realization that you had indeed missed her was shocking.
“Sorry about that, there was some stuff going on at home, that needed my attention. But now I’m back!” You replied, trying to match her seemingly boundless energy. Her face screwed up in worry at your words.
“Oh no! Is everything ok? Do you want to talk about it?” She asked in her characteristic wide eyes. You shook your head.
“It’s not serious I promise. My parents were just redoing the garden and my mother insisted I be home every day to help planting and stuff.” You continued with the lie you had prepared. It was the same thing you had been telling everyone when they asked about your general absence.
She looked content with your answer, smiling and pulling her binder from her bag.
“So, the basketball game this Friday, I know we have the event mostly planned out but I think that we still need to-“ she started again, going right into her work. And you held up a hand to slow her.
“Woah hold on,” you started with a smile, “we have been planning this game for 2 weeks I think we can take a break tonight. You know? Just hang out a little?” You asked. She looked at you surprised.
“Since when have you ever wanted to take a break?” She asked with a curious glance but it broke into a smile, “come on, it’s the first game of the season and the coach asked us specifically to make sure that the whole school showed up and it runs smoothly. Besides if I do a good job I might just beat you out for president next year.” She said the last part with a low voice and a wiggle of the eyebrows.
But that wasn’t the part of her outburst that surprised you. She was right, when have you ever been the one to want to take a break? Surely you have been indulging yourself too much lately. You recovered your momentary lapse.
“Oh you wish,” you replied with a coy smirk that broke you both down into giggles once again.
The rest of your night was flung into a casual discussion with homework and planning galore.
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Perhaps there are better places, and there are definitely better times. But since it came down to either the locker room showers or the back of Seonghwa car, at least the showers had more room.
Outside the door, the basketball game was raging on and I likely would be for the next hour. You could hear the school cheering along with the game, and the surprisingly loud squeaks of the player's shoes on the gym floor. Nobody would be coming in here till the game was over, you had until then.
You had been leaning against the sink when Seonghwa walked in. One look at him was all it took for you to be willing to break your streak, it’s hard to be mad at someone when you can’t glance at them without your mind flashing with every dirty thing they have done to you. So the moment he crossed over to you, you flung yourself at him. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck when your lips meet his. You could feel him smirking on your lips, but at the moment you couldn’t care less.
Seonghwa’s hands fell to your hips and to your utter dismay he used his grip to gently push your body away from him. A whine pulled from your lips as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. He looked amused.
“Hold on there princess, what’s the rush?” He asked head tiling to the side with a patronizing look. You huff at his words, tightening your arms around his neck you push yourself flush against him again.
“The rush is that I haven’t had time to see you all week and I’m going insane.” You convey in a tone that clearly says ‘shouldn’t this be obvious?’ Seonghwa’s eyebrow raised accusingly.
“Oh, is that what it was? That you didn’t have time?” He asked, though his tone suggested he knew the answer. You could feel yourself blushing, so he had noticed you had been avoiding him. Honestly, you didn’t think he would.
“Because I’m pretty sure I saw you and miss congeniality meeting up every day after school.” You wish now more than ever that you had more experience in the “relationship” field, even if this wasn’t one because you could not for the life of you decipher Seonghwa’s expression. His face was relaxed, showing no sign of anger or disappointment or any other emotion, but his eyes were staring you down with great intensity. But then again, he always seemed to do that.
“Council stuff.” You mumble in reply, trying with all your might to speak as casually as him. At this, Seonghwa gifted you with an expression you understood. Fake surprise.
“Oh, is that what it was?” He began, looking up at the ceiling as though pondering the idea, before looking back to you with that damned crooked smirk. His grip on your waist suddenly tightened. A moment later he had pushed you back against the sink, caging his arms around you.
“Or is it because you were jealous?” He was grinding madly now.
Jealousy. That was that emotion that you had been shoving down all week. How you had not realized it before was a mystery. But to hear it come from his mouth? It made you see red. Suddenly you were far angrier than you had any right to be. Your gaze hardened quickly and you did your best to put space between your bodies, though it was practically impossible with his arms changing you in and head leaning down into your face.
“Do you want to waste time talking, or are you going to fuck me?” You spat. He processed your words for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before he had the audacity to look amused.
“So you were jealous.” He practically giggles, shaking his head and looking down in amusement. The tips of his fluffy black hair brushed your nose and you almost swatted at it. How dare he? You pressed your hands into his shoulders and pushed against him, trying to move him away from you. He allowed you to move him, but not by much, just enough to give you a little room while you fume at him.
If you had the slightest bit of hindsight at this moment, you would have realized your anger was misplaced. You were angry at yourself for feeling that stupid emotion in the first place. But at present, blaming him seemed easiest. And the fact that your anger only served to amuse him made it feel a bit more justified.
“What’s so funny.” You spat, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He peered at you, and your clearly ticked-off demeanor before chuckling. His hands still gripped the porcelain sink behind you and for a brief moment, his hand flexed against the hard surface, holding some unseen emotion in the action.
“You are, princess. For someone so smart I forgot how absolutely clueless you can be about anyone who isn’t yourself.”
You almost stormed out of the room. And you probably would have if it wasn’t for the placement of his arms. But he continued speaking despite your livid expression.
“I was keeping up appearances.” He said in a flat tone. You could now add confusion into the storm of emotions brewing inside you.
“What does that mean?” You said the words with venom but there was a clear tone of lack of understanding in your voice. He, once again, found this amusing.
“Exactly what it sounds like. How would it look for me, if I suddenly started to ignore every advance made on me? Believe it or not sweetheart but I also have a reputation to uphold. Just the same as you. And since your the one who is so adamant that nobody knows about our ‘meetings’ it’s business as usual.”
Realization washed over you like water to a flame, all the rage dissipating just as quickly as it appeared, and your face softened. And then came the guilt. You just basically blew up on the man for doing exactly what you wanted him to, for doing exactly what you were doing by avoiding him. You had never before considered Seonghwa’s reputation in your musings. Your eyes glazed over a bit as you looked down, letting out a quiet “oh.”
You kept your gaze rooted to your shoes, unwilling to look at Seonghwa for fear of what you would see. You jumped when you felt his touch. One hand came to your waist and a gentle caress and the other took hold of your chin more firmly and tilted your head up to his eyes. And to your surprise, a coy smile lay across his features.
“It’s ok princess, your obliviousness was what drew me to you in the first place anyways. You were so caught up in your own little self-centered world you didn’t even notice how badly I wanted you till I had you pressed against the wall. I don’t think this would be as fun if I didn’t have to teach you a thing or two along the way,”
you blushed again at the memory and he slid his thumb against your lower lip. Your mouth parted automatically to wrap your lips around it, lulled into the submissive trace his silken words always put you in. He chuckled at you. “At least now I know you haven’t been messing around with anyone else. You’ve been too busy sulking over me to even notice if any other guys tried to seduce you.”
You hummed around his finger, slightly comforted by the fact he would have been jealous too. His words suggested that he wanted you to himself as much as you felt the same about him.
His thigh was suddenly pressing into your core and the hand on your waist dragged your hips across it. The skirt you wore did nothing to shield your panty-covered cunt from the rough denim of his jeans and your mouth hung open to mewl at him, his thumb still dangling from your lips. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You wouldn’t let any other guys touch you, right princess?” He mumbles though he spoke like he already knew the answer.
You garbled put some kind of agreement as quick as you could. With a smirk, Seonghwa hiked up the fabric of your skirt to expose your damp underwear and lifted you ever so slightly by the waist onto the edge of the sink. There was a sliver of pride in his eyes at the way you spread your legs willing for him, presenting yourself as best you could, just as he had taught you. He pushed the fabric covering your pussy to the side and slide a fringed through the slick that gathered there. And you muffled a whine into his neck as your arms flung over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna have to be quick with you today sweetheart, the game is almost over, but wouldn’t want the whole basketball team to come piling in and see you like this would you.”
You shook your head as best as you could with your face nestled into his collar bones. Your eyes were screwed shut as his fingers continued to glide through your folds, sometimes barely slipping inside you before pulling out. He was working you up with well-practiced hands. He had learned his way around your body much faster than you had learned his, knowing all the ways to make you tick.
“No, this is for my eyes only, right sweetheart?” One of Seonghwa’s slim fingers caught your clit and you gasps, gripping the shirt covering his shoulders. He tutted at you.
“Don’t tell me you've forgotten what all I’ve taught you in just one week. Come on and use your words.” You could feel his words rumbling in his chest for how tight you held him. You were hesitant to pull away, but the edge in his voice urged on. Moving away just enough to let your voice carry.
“Only for you,” you mumble. Despite your quiet tone, you meant the words far more than you anticipated. Seonghwa pushed two long slim fingers inside you at your response, stretching your walls with ease. You gasped at the intrusion and buried your face in his chest again, trying to muffle any noises that may come out of you. There was still a game going on outside after all.
Seonghwa’s fingers arched inside you, brushing against the most sensitive place on your walls and your back arched. You could feel yourself getting louder and louder with every passing moment, but you were still unbearably on edge of being discovered.
“You especially responsive today, maybe leaving you alone for a while has its benefits.” Seonghwa mused into your hair as he worked, pulling even more sounds from you with every movement of his hand. His practiced fingers touched and toyed with you so well, it was impossible to keep quiet.
“No-“ you started in a shaky voice, not wanting to go so long without his touch like this again.
“Only joking sweetheart,” he giggles in your ear. But at that moment he pulled his skilled fingers away from your core and you choked on air. He ran his free hand up your spine in what was meant to be a gentle caress but it sent shivers through your body regardless. Your face stayed hidden against his body, at this point, his body heat seemed to be the only thing grounding you right now.
With your vision obscured there was a brief moment of heated silence where it seemed like nothing was happening, then the distinct sound of a belt clicking open and a zipper being pulled down echoed in the room. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at him with wide star eyes. He was already watching you with a smirk. Your mouth hung open with anticipation. He took in your face with a pleased expression, one hand coming down to cup your chin and tilt your head further up.
“I love it when you look at me like that,”
As soon as the words ended Seonghwa was crashing his lips onto yours and without missing a beat he thrust his length into your cunt in one quick movement. You were suddenly very thankful for the kiss, as it did well to muffle the cry ripping pst your lips. His grip on your hip was like iron as he began to set a pace. Each time pushing if possible even deeper inside you. You forced your legs to spread wider as your hands clawed down his back. Each time he filled you completely your body twitched as he brushed over your most sensitive spot.
Seonghwa still held your chin tightly in his palm, keeping your lips locked in a heated kiss. He seemed to be timing the kiss with his thrusts, which meant it was incredibly fast. He was kissing you as though he wished to devour you whole and at the moment you wanted nothing else but to allow him. Every few minutes the kiss would break as you both panted for air before it resumed with that same fervor.
Quite suddenly it became all too much, you were melting into him. Every stroke of his dick against your pulsing walls felt like fire shooting through your body in the best way, making you twitch uncontrollably. Your body acted of its own accord, hips bucking to meet his with every thrust and your hands grasping wildly against his back, trying to bring him impossibly closer. Several times you tried to break the kiss just to moan but his mouth chased yours and swallows up the sounds before they could escape.
And the kiss was something else entirely. You had kissed the man before but never like this. This felt so raw and unyielding. Every swipe of his tongue against your own felt like an invitation or a promise, for what you did not know. All of a sudden it felt entirely too intimate, too real. The kind of kiss reserved for true lovers in a moment of passion, not two teenagers fucking in a bathroom. But you couldn’t break away, not that you wanted to.
A gasp rang through the room. And in a moment that felt not unlike plunging into a freezing ocean, you realized that it had not come from you, or Seonghwa for that matter. Seonghwa had stilled to a halt inside you from the moment he heard it. He abruptly broke the kiss, sidestepping just enough that his broad back blocked the exposed parts of your body. But you couldn’t focus on the surprisingly chivalrous way he had protected you from sight, or the way he was mumbling under his breath as he righted himself and his clothes before doing the same to you.
No, your eyes were locked on the door. Where a mortified-looking Marie stood with her mouth hung open.
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so can yall see what I was going for? or did I fail miserably lol.
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hi! im so excited you opened up your asks, i wish you luck on your blog! that being said, can i request mitsuri, giyu, shinobu and rengoku being in love with a fem! hashira? thank u in advance!
WOOOOOO my first request! i didnt expect it to be so fast lol :) also....wtf? how are you so nice? thank you so much for the kind words, you're such a sweetheart <3 btw i hope you dont mind me answering this sort of quickly, im just very excited. anywayssss, im sure you're all tired of me talking, so lets get on into the headcanons! i hope this is alright 🤧
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Mitsuri, Giyuu, Shinobu, and Kyojuro being in love with a Fem!Hashira
🍡 Mitsuri Kanroji
woah! you're so beautiful!
that was the first thought that ran through her head when you were introduced into the corps
i think that she would be a person to fall in love at first sight tbh
she was much too shy to approach you! way too scared she would trip over her words!
definitely fine from admiring you from afar
loves making up scenarios about you both being together in her head...and then she dies from how cute they are
always asks if you'd like to accompany her on missions
i think she would make little bento boxes for you to share!
always lets you have as much of her sakura mochi as you'd like
honestly i feel like she wouldnt care or even think about the fact that you're another girl. she'd just be like "oh shit im in love," however she wouldn't say anything in fear of ruining your friendship
but when you pull her aside one day and tell her how you felt, she was so happy that she started crying
"oh, (name)! i-i love you too!"
*cue angry obanai noises*
🌊 Giyuu Tomioka
at the beginning, he wasnt really interested in you
i mean, he did want to be your friend but he didnt think of you romantically
until....
UNTIL??
until you walked over to him one day and tried to spark up a conversation with him
he was taken aback but did have small, short phrases as a response. its not that he wasnt trying to engage, he was just so...awkward
EXPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE A GIRL???
after that day, you came up to him. every. single. day. you spoke to him, and after a few conversations, he started to look forward to speaking to you
and one day he was like, "wait...do i...?"
he realized he loved you, and now he made an effort to try to be around you
he would always be hovering near you, whether it be beside of behind you
asks if he could accompany you on missions
he also tries to be near you during meetings
shinobu definitely caught on to this and teases him relentlessly about it
"ohh," shinobu grinned. "should i tell the (breathing style) pillar how you feel about her?"
"...shut up."
in all honesty, shinobu would try to make him confess his feelings to you, and after enough of her pushing him, he eventually gathered his courage and told you he loved you
a small, but sunny sweet smile spreaded on his face when you told him you loved him too
🦋 Shinobu Kocho
definitely feels anxious about the fact that you're a girl. what if you were to get together and people would judge you? she didn't care if people judged her, she just didn't want any hate to be directed at you
however she does love to be around you though
she's always looking out for you, making sure you're okay and well fed and stuff
frequently invites you to the butterfly estate
i headcanon that she loves it when you call her pretty─ it just gets her so giddy and giggly
you'd be a major source of comfort for her
she's able to put down her smiling act around you and lets herself just chill out for as long as you're around
for sure always flirting with you
wears a shit-eating grin when she manages to make you flustered
shes a bit ─ not really? ─ surprised when you tell her that you have feelings for her
she's ecstatic nonetheless
🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku
he's just...rengoku
but 10x louder
whenever he speaks its usually like he's using exclamation marks but when he's around you, bro is speaking in all caps
"GOOD MORNING, (NAME). DID YOU SLEEP WELL LAST NIGHT?"
it definitely makes you jump the first couple of times but overtime you got used to it, sometimes not flinching everytime he suddenly YELLED at you
he cant help it! being around you just wants him to jump from giddiness!
i dont think he's ever felt this way about anyone before?? you're his first love!
i headcanon that he gave you his haori to wear once when it was cold and you looked so stunning in it that he just offered it to you on a day to day basis honestly
loves to talk about you
"DID YOU SEE (NAME) TODAY? SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY!"
"yes, kyojuro. you've mentioned her 7 times now."
to everyone outside of your friendship, his admiration is obvious
this man is head over heels for you girl
everyone gets frustrated when you say you don't know what they're talking about
"what do you mean?" you giggle. "thats just kyojuro, its nothing special."
ma'am...you better claim your man or imma take him for myself
#mitsuri kanroji#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#giyuu x reader#rengoku x reader#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#SJSJSJSJSJSSS MY FIRST HEADCANON POST#IM HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT
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Heyyy. can I request imagines too or only headcanons? well, if it only is headcanons then maybe something cutesy (can still be nsfw ;) ) for/with the union members? if imagines are possible then maybe Wolf? I dont mind what it is, if there's a bit of romance (as much fluff as possible; I know it won't be much because it's friggin Wolf Keum!)
Sorry this took so long. I was going through a little bit of a struggle with this one. But hopefully it's still fluff enough.
Everyone is aged up, no specific age, just old enough to be living together. And I also added a little bit of a covid-like sprinkle at the end.
Hope you like it.
Word Count: 900
My arms stretched up to the ceiling, fingers extended, body following through, until my back was arched and I was standing on my tiptoes. My yawn echoing loudly inside the bathroom as I continued to stretch, one second, two seconds, three, four, and done. I then slowly brought my arms down, with my body relaxing into a slight slouch as I started rubbing at my sleepy eyes.
"Well, that looked oddly satisfying." Wolf grumbled out, his voice heavy with sleep, as he stepped into the bathroom and reached across the sink to grab both of our toothbrushes from the holder. His chest colliding into my shoulder lightly as he did so. I then watched as he picked up the toothpaste from the counter and skillfully unscrewed the cap one handed, before squeezing out a dollop of toothpaste onto my brush.
I gave him a small thanks as I took my toothbrush from his outstretched hand, and an amused smile appeared on my face as I watched him load his own brush with way too much paste. Some of it already slipping off the side as he stuffed it inside his mouth.
I let out a short snort that had his eyes narrowing in on me through the mirror's reflection. "What?"
My smile grew larger as I shook my head, speaking out a quick, "Nothin.", before placing my own toothbrush in my mouth.
But truth was that our morning's interactions had me thinking back to the early days of our relationship, when we had gone through a few growing pains and misunderstandings as a couple. Some of which were brought on by me not being able to understand some of Wolf's mannerisms. Or why he would always insist on doing things his way.
Some of the instances involved simple actions that just confused me. Like when he would yank me to a full stop so that he could tie my shoelaces, solely because he happened to noticed that they were loose. Other times it involved more labor intensive activities, that should have or could have required two people to complete. Like when he set up the curtains in our new apartment by himself while I was out. Or refusing to let me carry a single bag of groceries inside, always adamant that he could do it all himself.
It was something that had bothered me in the beginning, because it made me feel like a child, as if he didn't think I could do stuff on my own. Until one day I realized that all those things were just his way of showing affection. That he cared enough to want to do them for me, and not because he thought I was a useless fool.
The same could be said for his lack of personal space, and how he always seems to stands so incredibly close to me. Just like now, where we are practically bumping elbows while brushing our teeth. Even though we have the whole bathroom area to stand in.
"What are you smiling about?"
I stilled from the sudden question and looked over at him, my brows pinched in confusion, as my thoughts and memories quickly vanished into thin air.
"You're smiling like an idiot, and making dumb faces as you brush your teeth."
I gave him a quick side eye before I rinsed out my mouth. "Just remembering stuff." I answered as I started walking out of the bathroom. Leaving him behind, to grumble out loud to himself, as I went to the bedroom to get dressed.
Several minutes later I found myself running around our apartment, gathering all our items. Stopping abruptly only to shout out. "Do you already have a face mask!?"
"Do I actually have to go?" Wolf called out grumpily from the livingroom.
I quickly stepped into the room, with a frown on my face. "Yes. You do. It's my mother's birthday we all have to go... Now do you already have a mask?" I asked again.
Wolf clicked his tongue in annoyance as he adjusted his tie. "Not yet."
I nodded my head and grabbed a mask for each of us, quickly handing his over, while I placed mine on my face as I started walking towards the front door. Only to be stopped by Wolf as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in close.
I looked up at him, concern clearly showing in my eyes, until he gently pulled my mask down and meet my lips with his. Catching me completely by surprise as the softness of his lips slowly moved against mine. And before I was ready, he pulled back, and I unconsciously tried to follow his mouth with mine until it was completely out of my reach. Leaving me standing there with a pout on my lips as I looked at him.
I noticed a slight smirk appear on his face, before he covered it up with his mask. He then walked towards the front door, swinging it wide open as he gave a motion with his head. "Come on. Or do you wanna miss the party?"
#not too confident in this piece#I feel like it's missing something#or missing a lot#might try to make a better one later#Wolf Keum#Weak Hero#Weak Hero webtoons#webtoons#Wolf Keum x reader#my asks
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Sunburn
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: basically fluff, some kissing
authors note: this is my first fic ever, so please be nice and enjoy:) (gif is not mine!!! all credits to the owner)
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY STORIES ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM. Reposts are appreciated.
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It was such a great day at the beach. Hot mid summer day, spent in a bathing suit, finally relaxed from all the Avengers pressure. You had gotten ready kinda early in the morning, not wanting to waste any minute of your day off. You bumped into Natasha returning to her room after her workout and after chatting for a bit, letting her know of your plans, she decided to join you. It was an opportunity to spend time together, so you both decided to invite whoever else wanted to come along. It resulted in Steve, Sam and Bucky joining you, which actually led to a day full of fun.
You were now on your way back to the compound with Steve and Nat in the front of the car and you, squeezed between Bucky and Sam in the back seat. Everyone was tired after a whole day of swimming, sunbathing and playing games so there was a comfortable silence and you were about to fall asleep. Suddenly you felt Bucky moving and grunting on your left side.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to move?” you said moving to your right thinking that Bucky didn’t fit. After all he was a pretty big guy.
“No no, I’m fine, I’m okay” he said with a half smile, shifting in his seat. You looked at his posture remembering that from the moment you got into the car, he sat very still, without his back touching the back seat. You could tell there was something off, but he looked rather uncomfortable and you didn’t want to ask him infront of the others.
Bucky was shy and quiet around the others, even though he was living at the compound for quite some time now. His room was next to yours, so when he had nightmares his first days here, you were always there to ground and comfort him. Since then you became really close, and you were one of the very few people he let touch him. It was honestly a surprise to everyone the first time they ever saw you sitting really close and he didn’t move away. You didn’t mind that he was always near you or touching you, because you realized that it made him feel safe. You liked the physical contact and the time you spent together, and little by little, your crush to Bucky developed.
You just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. His flesh arm was pressed on your side, his hand on his thigh, so you felt his muscles tensing with every slight movement. It hurt you to see that he was in some kind of discomfort or even pain from the grunts that left his lips every now and then, but you let it go, deciding to ask him once you were alone.
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After about 30 minutes you arrived and once the car stopped everyone sighed because you would finally go to sleep. You gathered your stuff and started walking to your rooms talking about your day.
"I had a great time. We should do this more often." Nat said to all of you, stopping outside her room.
"Me too, it was a great idea Y/N. Didn't know you actually had these." Sam teased you before entering his room too, laughing and leaving you speechless.
"Did he really-?" You turned your head in shock finding Steve and Bucky trying to hold in their laughs.
"Yeap he did... and i can already see the wheels in your head turning, coming up with a way to get him back tomorrow at training." Steve added and started walking again.
"Don't you worry about that." You said with an evil smile hearing them chuckle again.
Yours and Bucky's room was right next to each other so after saying 'goodnight' to Steve you were walking in silence.
"Are you really okay? You looked strange on the ride back home." You finally asked him, stopping on your tracks outside of your rooms. He didn't answer and he looked like he was deciding whether he should tell you the truth or not. But your concerned face made him feel bad for lying on the first place.
"I um... I got a... I got sunburnt on my back..." he said looking at you to see your reaction. The frown on your brows became even more visible as you walked closer to him. His eyes never left yours as you reached out with slow movements and lifted his shirt a little, revealing his skin. It was red and looked sore, making you realize that this was why he wouldn't sit back in the car.
"Oh my god Bucky! This looks really bad." You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to think of a way to help ease the pain.
“Don’t worry doll, it will be healed by tomorrow.” he shrugged and turned his body to open the door of his room.
"Listen, I have a gel that will cool down your skin and reduce the redness." You said and opened the door of your room, leaving some space for him to enter.
“You really don’t have too” he said looking back at you.
“Yes, but i want too. At least let me help you feel more relaxed, even for a few hours.” He hesitated for a moment, but the awful feeling of his shirt touching him was irritating and he couldn't wait to get it off.
He walked in your room and stood at the end of your bed, leaving his bag on the floor near a wall. You quickly shut the door, throwing your stuff on the bed and going into the bathroom attached to your room. Once you found the aloe gel, you walked back out seeing Bucky still standing looking around.
"You can sit on the bed if you want." You offered and waited for his next move. He sat on your bed softly, very close to the edge like he didn't want to intrude into your personal space, even tho you had let him in the first place.
"Can you please take your shirt off?" You asked with a soft voice,not wanting to startle him, knowing how self conscious he was about his metal arm and scars.
He slowly nodded, without looking at you, winching when he moved his arms to remove it, because of the pain. Once it was off, he put his hands on his lap playing with his shirt, too afraid to look up to you and see your reaction to his scarred shoulder.
He was nervous. You could tell by his body language. You moved closer, sitting behind him so you faced his back. It was very red, especially on his shoulders and shoulder blades. You opened the cap of the tube and squirted some gel on your palm and fingers, before closing it and tossing it next to you.
“I’m going to touch you now okay?” you figured that it would be better for him if you told him exactly what you were going to do.
“Okay” he wispered, on the verge of tears, afraid that when you touched him you would feel disgusted by him.
You lifted your hands after barely hearing his response, and warned him that it would be cold. He nodded and you slowly pressed your palms on his back. You heard him hiss and shiver, but you didn’t move. He would feel much better after this.You spread the aloe all over his back massaging his skin, focusing on his shoulders were it was more sore.
How could this have happened? He didn’t even take his shirt off nor he is burnt on his face.
You asked yourself after rembering that he wasn’t shirtless at the beach. You were totally fine with it, just like everyone else. Not one of you would pressure him into doing something he didn’t feel comfortable doing.
“Hey Bucky...do you mind me asking how you got burned, since your face is fine and... you didn’t take your shirt off?” you asked him and grabbed the gel bottle again to add more to your hands. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and hold back his tears so you wouldn’t suspect anything.
“No um...I actually took it off to get into the sea, but you were all sleeping... so that’s probably why you...didn’t see me” he said and shifted akwardly on your bed. The truth was that he actually waited until everyone was asleep, so he could take off his shirt for literally ten minutes, to get into the water.
“And i put sunscreen on my face so...yeah” he added and waited for your response.
“Why didn’t you wake me to help you?” You said concerned and slightly suspicious because you had an idea of why he didn’t.
“Like i said, you were sleeping and i didn’t want to bother you” he sat up after you told him you were done and looked back at you.
“Listen, i dont want to pressure you, but you know you can tell me everything right?” you crossed you legs looking at him and waited for his responce.He knew that you knew. After all you knew him really well to notice when hes lying.
He closed his eyes sighing and sat next to you on the bed. “The truth is...that...” he trailed off and you put your hand on his ,that was resting on his thigh, and squeezed it, as a sign to continue.
“...I just didn’t want anyone, and especially you to see me shirtless... to see my scars and remember that i am a monster.” He said and wiped a few tears that escaped his eyes.
You weren’t entirely shocked to hear that. Only because deep down you knew that this was his biggest insecurity and he wouldn’t open up to anyone about it easily, even if he refused it.
“Oh Bucky...” you hugged him tightly, your hands caressing the back of his head. He wrapped his armaround your waist, hugging you back even more tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck and you felt some tears wetting your shirt. After a few moments you pulled back, wiping his tears stained cheeks, with you thumbs.
“I could never see you as a monster Buck. You are far from that. What you did all those years was not you...you are the kindest, most giving man I know who always puts himself first to protect others. I’m not disgusted by your scars Bucky and i will never be. They don’t make you a monster and they don’t define you. They prove that you are a survivor. And i know that you will see that one day too. But until then, i will always be by your side to remind you.”
He stayed silent for a few seconds, looking straight into your eyes, until he finally did what you both wanted for a long time. He leaned in and left a soft kiss to your lips, staying there for a little until he realized what he was doing and quicly moved back and sat up.
“I’m so sorry about that! I’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable... i should probably leave.” he said quickly and started gathering his things.
You stood up and made your way over him, took his face into your hands and smashed your lips to his. He dropped he things he was carrying and put his arms around your waist bringing you closer so that your chests were pressed together. Your lips moved in sync and your hands make their way up to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there. He licked your bottom lip asking for pesmission and when you opened your lips he slipped his tongue into your mouth. After a while you both pulled back and stared into eachother’s eyes.
“Been wanting to do that for a long time.” you said biting your lip smiling, looking back at him.
“Did you now?” he chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Thank you. For everything you said about me. I really appreciate it. I really appreciate you.” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Of course Buck. I’ll always be here for you.” you smiled back and looked at his lips again. “So...you wanna do that again?” you giggled.
“Absolutely” he smiled and leaned in again capturing your lips into his. His hands moved down to your ass giving it a squeeze, before hissing and pulling back because his back had just collided with the wall. He looked at you with furrowed brows, pretending to be angry because you had pushed him all the way back.
“Oops...”
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x you#the winter soldier#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic
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hi it’s been awhiiiiiile since i was able to write and this is unedited 😓 dont be too harsh 😅
anonymous said: I just read ''am i right where you want me?'' And it was wonderful, I can't describe the emotions I felt. I was wondering if it is in your plans to do a second part? And if not, can I leave you little questions like WHAT IF one day y/n brings a boy to a party in Bucky's house?
He cranes his neck down, and his mouth grazes the shell of your ear. “What was that comparison between me and that overgrown fratboy again?” he goads while your hips roll up and down across his thigh, a damp trail in your wake. “‘Cause I’m barely touching you, and you can’t manage a coherent sentence.” He chuckles lightly. “Makin’ a mess all over my jeans.”
in which you bring a boy to a party, and your best friend’s father definitely doesn’t care—except that he does. (includes bucky’s pov, enemies to lovers thinly veiled jealousy, dirty talk, mild choking, mild exhibitionism and voyeurism, thigh riding.)
do not repost.
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He’s an idiot. On-brand for what one would expect your type to be.
A stereotypical meathead with arms bigger than what is undoubtedly a pea-sized brain. Dirty blond and blue-eyed, center of the room as he brags about his ability to chug! chug! chug!; does he have to be such a clichè?
This isn’t the first time you’ve invited other people around. Girls, guys, identities as both and neither, apparently, you’re quite charming. As far as his daughter goes, she enjoys the company you reel in and bodes well for the parties she likes to host. These initially small gatherings progress into a full blown festival as a result.
The difference, opposed to the previous times, is how close you’ve been with him all night. The other invitees eventually parted from you—or vice versa—getting into the music, games and drinking atmosphere. But for some reason, he’s buzzing around you like a fly, and rather than swat him away, it looks like you’re truly enjoying his company. Or maybe it’s you that’s orbiting around him.
James should get it but there’s a part of him, way in the recesses of his mind, that just fucking doesn’t. He stands by the fact that you’re obnoxious—sometimes subtly, sometimes loudly—so it should make sense you’re attracted to someone who’s also obnoxious.
He doesn’t care. Not really. Sure, his eyes have been on you this whole time and he’s wracking his brain to figure out what rapport you two can possibly have that’s up to par for a mouthy little thing like you. But it’s for that irritant at the base of his skull that needs to understand it. That’s all. No deeper feelings involved.
Who wears a swiss watch and a baseball cap to a party, anyway? A guy named Thor, it turns out. To his credit, his obnoxiousness isn’t malicious or intentional but more so a product of his personality and otherwise harmless.
The thing is, you can do better. Seriously. It’d be truly insecure of him to deny your beauty and the allure your apparent charm has so he knows that you do have your pick of the crop. That bite you have demands higher standards, you thrive when you have someone to debate.
Thor is not that someone. It's an insult to even consider.
And he won’t. In fact, this entire hang-up is stupid, and he can’t believe he’s wasted all this time harping on it. He doesn’t care, anyway. It’s simply curiosity, asinine curiosity he’s done giving his attention to. Curiosity did kill the cat, and by cat, he means brain cells.
Although he doesn’t care for parties—his daughter loves them so he doesn’t mind having a few for her sake—there’s far better things he can be doing. His mood won’t be sullied by you. If anything, he should be thanking fratboy for keeping you occupied and not readily gnawing on his nerves.
On that thought, his gaze flickers around the room. There’s a vibrant beat thumping through the spaciously conjoined living room-kitchen-patio area, playing from a list of your orchestrating, and the drink dispenser is still half-full of a juice and liquor mixture. It’s populated but balanced with friends and friends of friends.
Yeah, there’s plenty of things to do, he confirms with the sultry looks he receives during his survey. You’re not the only one with a personal pick of the crop. It’s about time he takes advantage of that, prove that you aren’t all that, but as he accidentally makes eye contact on a forward step.
Mid-speech, gathered by a game of beer pong, whatever you’re saying and gesticulating about trails off. A trick of light and distant���or a trick of his mind—your reflective hues suddenly have a twinkle. But it isn’t directed at the conversation at hand.
Your best friend and your date are immersed in the topic: laughs and smiles all around. You are not. You’re half-listening, perfunctory nods and appropriately cued laughs. Instead, your attention keeps drawing back to him, back-and-forth even as he resists the urge to glance back.
He doesn’t care. Not at all. That’s why he’s ignoring the entire right side of the room; he doesn’t have any interest in what’s going on around you. The last thing he needs is you coming over and being, well, you. That possibility is the reason why his heart hurdles—because he’s agitated to have you waltzing over, and not because you’ll be snubbing fratboy for him.
Which, of course, you’re doing. A stolen glance proves his gut clenching instincts. Body language foreshadows your goodbye, a wave and smile of finality, before you’re a side-step and forward trek to his vicinity.
His pride stays strong with his interest elsewhere as you make your way through the room. Though, his ears aren’t tuned out because he can hear people saying hello, progressively getting louder with the closer you get.
Eventually, you’re less than a foot away, and he’s not one to turn the other cheek. Being the “bigger man” is a glorified admission of losing.
“Mr. Barnes,” is what you greet him with somewhat pleasantly, and it’s surprising. The only explanation is that lover-boy has put you in a good mood. That should be a plus since he won’t have to deal with your smartassery but he finds himself dissatisfied by the sentiment.
But he doesn’t bother with a response, and there’s a sardonic twist of your lips at the silence, sparking like lightning beneath his skin because he knows your assholeish nature can’t be tamed (much less by some frat boy).
“How’s that lemon you’ve been sucking on for the past two hours and a half?” you pose the quip casually, a mild angle of your eyebrow. “I’d think by now all the sourness would be gone.” You click your tongue matter-of-factly, on a roll that can’t be interrupted as you continue, “Evidently not ‘cause you still got that dumbass look on your face.”
He snorts, a bit astounded by the audacity. “You have some nerve talking about dumb, considering frat boy over there.” His head juts to the side in gesture to your so-called date who’s trying to catch goldfish being tossed into his mouth. “Bet you had an amazing conversation talking in one-to-three syllables.” He leans forward, getting a sweet waft of your scent, and utters with as much snark as possible, “You know, ‘cause anymore would be too complex.”
Your mouth opens but instead of speaking, your brows furrow and you cock your head. “Are you kidding me?” Your thumb jabs to a six-foot blond cheering and high-fiving because he’s caught ten in a row. “He has a masters in applied physics and electrical engineering.” You look delighted when his jaw clenches, and your arms fold. “He’s far from dumb, Mr. Barnes.”
James bristles and pretends like his ego isn’t threatened. “Whatever,” he says and it’s not his best comeback. He clears his throat and tosses you a half-hearted scowl. “Then he’s out of your league.”
You tilt your head. “Are - are you jealous?”
“J - jealous?” he splutters in a cross of horror and denial, absolutely loathing the twist inside his ribcage. He shakes his head vehemently as he shuffles on his feet. “Not in your fucking wildest dreams. I don’t give a fuck about you and some moron who probably bought his degrees.” It’s far more aggressive than intended, a full-on snap unlike the usual back-and-forth you two have. “It’s just another reason why I question why in the hell my daughter would willingly hangout with you.”
The harshness should invoke fire in your eyes but there’s a flawless smile gracing your lips, perfectly formed with the deviousness glittering in your gaze. “I’m glad you’re not jealous,” you tell him, lifting your chin as you edge forward. “Because in addition to being smart, he’s really good with his hands. If y’know, what I mean. . .”
Something violent strikes him. For reasons unknown, the picture of you and him—breathy, needy because of that guy’s fingers wedged between your thighs—claws underneath his skin in a way more impactful than anything before. “You’re fucking shameless,” he says in vague state of shock but you’re undeterred, if anything spurred on.
You laugh. “You should know that by now.” You dramatize a look around before getting in close, your profile on the other side of his when you stage-whisper, “I’m not even wearing panties right now. I’m just waiting for the moment he gets me alone and fingerfucks me ‘til I cry.” You straighten and smile brightly. “So it’s really good you don’t care.”
There’s a twinkle on your eye when you realize he’s rendered speechless. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip, teeth sinking in when the corners threaten to turn up, self-satisfied by every vulgar word you uttered but not enough because you keep going:
“Besides, talent like Thor’s is far out of your league. You might want to stop being such a hater, by the way. Ask him for some tips instead.” It’s innocent and so fucking patronizing he has to grit his teeth. “Maybe then, you won’t be such a sad-sack in the corner, old man.”
Adrenaline is scathing as it pumps through his veins, a nasty green feeling creeping up behind him and recoiling in his gut. “You—”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna ‘go to the bathroom’ but not really.” You touch his arm when you wink. “I hope he gets the hint, though. He’s smart in his field but. . . a little absent-minded generally.” You’re looking over him in the midst of a rousing beer pong game. “The duality of man, I suppose.” You shrug and cast your best friend’s father one last glance before departing. “Have fun playing by yourself, Mr. Barnes.”
You’re out of the room and down the hallway, heading to that bathroom on the second floor where the music will be faint and the occupants will be only you—pantyless.
You’re baiting him.
Unlike your date, he’s not fucking clueless. He’s genuinely insulted that you think he wouldn’t know what you’re doing. Or, is your ego that untethered to reality that you know he knows and will fall under your spell nonetheless? Which is more offensive, he isn’t sure.
If you think he’s going to follow you up like a lovesick puppy and accost you, thereby confirming your incorrect ‘jealousy” theory, you’re wrong. Like much in your life, you are not right. If you think that Mr. Far-From-Dumb can offer you something he can, then you can discover that disappointment yourself.
Speaking of, although his feet are glued to the floor (he isn’t even tempted), he doesn’t resist taking a peek over. To see him still standing there, he isn’t sure if he’s astounded, or unsurprised. But he is, looking unconcerned about your disappearance and more engaged in the game than ever.
James has to be honest, he feels a mild sense of anger. He can’t understand how Thor could be focused on anything other than you, especially because you’d been so gracious to provide your attention to him. He knows he’s older but even he’d pick up on those signals all night.
Time seems faster. Seconds past, and Thor isn’t making any moves to leave. It’s driving him a tad insane. You’re upstairs, hot, wanting and fucking ready for the taking, yet this guy is raving about making an impossible shot.
His muscles twitch, and he has to grit his teeth and mentally recite, I’m not going, I’m not going, I am not—
His hand catches your wrist, fingers encircling the circumference snugly, and yanks: haphazard, with enough force to falter your balance. A backward stumble, and your back collides with the hallway way, expelling a gust of air past your lips in the process.
A brief expression of offense crosses your features, brows pinching and mouth opening to spout curses, but then your eyes recognize his. Instead, arrogance forms a curve of your lips. Undoubtedly, something infuriating is about to fall from your wicked tongue.
But he’s quick. On you like a flurry, his body corners yours and his knee fits perfectly between your thighs, against that unwrapped gift there for the taking. Whatever quip you intended to make drops because of the blunt pressure now pinning you in place; instead, there’s your shocked gasp, and he revels in the sound.
If there had been doubt you were bluffing before, it’s vanished because you’re radiating wet heat through his jeans. He’s never known something could feel so obscene; desire lurches through his veins and rattles between his ribcage so harshly it’s enraging.
“Oh, f - fuck,” you moan breathlessly. There’s a flutter of your lashes fully registering him before you, your tongue across your bottom lip and your teeth following; an erotic sight that pumps blood directly to his dick. Your hips are trying to writhe for stimulation, and a soft arch in your spine tosses your head back. “Mr. Barnes—James—”
One of his hands wraps around your bared throat and grounds you back to him face-to-face because he needs to watch the pleasure daze your features and see your lips babble his name. At the same time, he presses into you further, pushing up on his forefoot where he wrings a beautiful depraved sound out of you.
It shouldn’t please him, especially to the bone-deep sense degree he felt it at, but it does. You’re a puddle against him, your eyes a darkened focus, undeniable who’s got you like this; your face looks so pretty framed by his fist, an inciting gleam in your gaze at his snug but comfortable grip.
Your fingers curl around his wrist gently, nails sinking crescents into the skin for purchase; he’s the only stability you can depend on right now. His height outmatches your own and his strength is likewise, the position of his knee at the junction of your legs leverages you upward, your hips in-line with the slant of his thighs. There’s faint tremors in your muscles, he feels, growing wobbly the more he works a rhythm against you.
“Mr. Barnes. . .” you whimper, gasping thereafter because he grinds his upper leg back and forth, abrasive strokes of jean against your soft sex. Your eyes widen a bit, bucking as much as you can into the sensations. “Oh, fuck me—f - fuck me. James. I - I—please.”
Another bat of your lashes, your lids shutter but his grip tightens in warning. With a wonderfully pathetic u - uh!, you come back to him, gaze bright and wanton. The beginnings of a smirk pulls at his lips, the cocky one between you two, dragging his dilated pupils over your needy, bliss-painted expression.
There’s a certain look in your stare that tilts his head. His ministrations slow, and he releases the bulk of his grasp. “Sorry,” he says with faux-politeness, if anything, prideful to render you all speechless and whimpering. “Is there something you wanted to say other than moaning my name?”
A flawless smile, your incisors gleaming a blinding white, you breathe, sotto voce all you can manage, “I knew you liked me. You’re fucking smitten, aren’t ‘cha, James?”
A couple words, and you’ve checked him. It’s impressive, there’s no denying; the effortlessness in your effect on him is something to behold. But it only fuels his need to assert he’s got as much power over you as you do over him. So rather than rebuttal, he spares a mocking show of teeth.
Then, promptly, in quite literal terms, he takes matters into his own hands. Matters being you, both palms grapple your hips, strength coiled his big arms that have him in complete control, and glides your slick little heat along the thick muscles of his thigh.
Like a rabbit, you squeal, high pitched at the harsh stimulation suddenly rutting over your poor pussy. The speakers are booming below, and it’s thankful otherwise the guests would be privy to the cute depravity. You jerk and jolt but he handles you like a fine ride; the amount of essence you’ve soaked through his pants, it’s practically a slip ‘n slide.
“O - oh, shit,” you gasp-moan-whimper, clawing at his chest, all but trembling in his arms. “Fucking hell. You’re gonna make me cum, aren’t you?” Your head falls forward, lulling over to his shoulder, and he can feel your heavy breathing through his shirt. All you can do is cling to him and reap the rewards of the ride. “James, fuck, you are.”
He cranes his neck down, and his mouth grazes the shell of your ear. “What was that comparison between me and that overgrown fratboy again?” he goads while your hips roll up and down across his thigh, a damp trail in your wake. “‘Cause I’m barely touching you, and you can’t manage a coherent sentence.” He chuckles lightly. “Makin’ a mess all over my jeans.”
“S - shut up!” Your shirt-clenched fists slap his chest weakly, then your face jerks back, realization on display. “Oh, shit. He might still come up here.”
Is it wrong that the thought thrills him?
“Yeah, and?” he rhetorics, well-aware of the bathroom diagonal from your joint position. “Did you really think I’d make this a private affair? You talked so tough downstairs, and now look at you.” His tongue darts across his bottom lip, feeling the ravenousness clenching in his gut. “What are you gonna say if he comes up here? Sees your pretty ‘ole dress around your hips while you desperately try to fuck my thigh? Hearing you blabber my name over and over again?”
”Mr—James—you’re such a—” A moan tears out of your throat, the jeaned fabric wreaking havoc on your throbbing button. “Fuck.”
He laughs. “You can’t string together a sentence so how ‘bout you just whimper, and I’ll explain that you can’t help yourself around me and when it comes down to it, it’s me that you’re gonna beg to make you cum,” he promises sagely.
Tendrils of your hair give them an excuse to trace his fingers down the perimeter of your face before tucking it behind your ear tenderly. There might be some concern over getting caught but it’s easily outweighed by the euphoria adorning your expression. This is what you wanted: him on you, and your so-called date was nothing more than your attempt to get it.
You put on a show because you wanted him. What an ego booster.
“He might have talented hands or what-the-fuck-ever but bunny, all I have to do is get you on my thigh, and look, your eyes are all pretty and glossy.” He rests his forehead on yours, counting the different reflects of need within your captivating hues. “Maybe I’ll give him a demonstration. A lesson? You’ll be the star of the show, of course, because I know you love the attention.”
“I hate you,” you gasp but he knows every word only turns you on. “I fucking hate you but please—please!”
It’s in rare form you’re pleading, and his skin feels like it’s glowing. “Is this your thing now? ‘I’m not wearing any panties, Mr. Barnes, so please come fuck me now.’” he continues to taunt and feels the quiver wrack you, snapping your hips to his barrage. At this point, you’re like jelly, pliant yet responsive to him. “Do you even own a pair, or are you giving me an all access pass?”
Something between a whimper and whine vibrates out of your throat, and your breathing is labored. “I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, and each muscle in your body starts to tighten. You blink up at him, a picture of desperation, phrasing intoned like an ask for permission though it’s a statement: “I’m gonna cum.”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “No,” he dissents, cooing in his correction of, “you’re gonna beg.” To show how serious he is, his hands relax and leave your hips bucking pathetically to mimic the pace he set.
Your eyes are moons of disbelief and need, offhandedly shaking your head d “That’s - that’s not funny,” you whine. “You can’t do that. I - I won’t.” Which is such a funny reaction because what did you think you were doing before.
He nods, nose-to-nose. “Yes. You will,” he says before drawing his hand up your side to grip your throat, dexterous fingers returning home on either side, a few millimeters shy of meeting at your nape. His thumb presses into your pulse where it’s hammering hotly.
“I—I’m not gonna - gonna beg! Would you just. . .?!!” is your frustrated but pleading reply, a puppy dog equivalent fluttering into his eyes. “You’re such a dick. You’re such a dick!”
He tsks in disapproval. “You don’t have any manners. It’s about time someone taught you some. Now beg me to make you cum like a good, proper girl.”
“Manners? Okay. You jerk off to me, don’t you?” you accuse, a grin creeping across your face because his own expression is shocked, caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar like, and therefore affirming.
You nod, gloating. “Yeah. It’s my face that’s getting you off. When you’re two seconds away from blowing your lid, the thought of me is what sends you right over the edge. Is that mannerly, you think?” Your grin is full grown. “You’re perverse, Mr. Barnes. Don’t pretend other—oh, fucking—!”
Your relief-filled cry cuts you off because his hand has wedged between your mound and his thigh, and two digits curl up into your unprepared channel; a wet, warm vice that twitches wildly simultaneously at the intrusion and the now triggered release.
“Shut up,” he just about snarls as you clamp down around his fingers for dear life and your eyes slip behind your head.
You’re right on every single declaration. You’re always on his mind, and it’s not agitation that quickens his pulse, or anger that rushes through his veins but an embarrassing infatuation and desire. And tonight, when his fist is wrapped around his cock, it’s every sound, scent and feeling of this moment that’ll milk the cum right out of him.
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why steve rogers returning to the past was wrong
disclaimer: im clearly a stucky enthusiast, but please, do not be thrown off by that. i admit, there may be undertones of bias because of that in the following, but i did my best with trying to lay out the facts and draw logical conclusions, so do please give me a chance. also, i may have accidentaly omitted some moments and some quotes may not be 100% word for word, as my memory lowkey sucks. ALSO this is NOT a peggy hate post!! i think shes a dope and underrated character and quite frankly she was done dirty. but i also definitely h8 the trope of badass woman falls for the hero.
first and foremost, every sane person knows endgame was complete and utter bullshit when dealing with steves character, so this post will be more for you to maybe show (and hopefully convince) some stubborn friend or family member. nice, concise (not) and including proof from the movies (+a few tweets and stucky undertones, if u dont fw that i respect it but bucky is an integral part to steves character regardless of how u interpret their relationship) here is why steves character development was thrown away at the end of endgame.
let us begin at looking at the cap trilogy.
in ca:tfa it should be noted that steve had no one to return to in the 40s, except bucky. i believe steves relationship with peggy was no where near as developed as it should have been to elicit him returning exclusively for her. as we are aware, steves driving force has absolutely always been bucky. bucky was there for steve after his parents died, when he was sick, and always protected him from whatever trouble he got himself into. "until the end of the line" right? steves relationship with peggy was forced and short lived, literally, we're talking a matter of months here. i need to keep emphasising the important disparity between bucky and peggy, as it is absolutely key in this whole argument. steve dropped everything and went against every order just to even attempt to save bucky. even the slightest chance of him surviving being captured was enough for steve to break into a hydra camp and free the 107th division. steve even had the chance to capture zola, one of the main villains and masterminds of the war, but again, steve prioritised bucky. when theyre trying to escape the exploding hydra camp, the exchange between steve and bucky is critical. steve says "go! get out of here!" as all he wanted was bucky escaping safely. he put bucky's life over his own (this wasnt the first time he did this, nor the last) but bucky rooted himself to the spot, and yelled back "no, not without you!". they both escaped safely as we know, and then steve gathers the howling commandos to take down the red skull. bucky then falls off the train, nd steve blames himself for his death, even visibly crying over it twice. steves morals went from "i dont wanna kill anyone. i dont like bullies, i dont care where theyre from" before buckys death, to "i wont stop until all of hydra are dead or captured" after. stuff happens and steve defeats the red skull and is now in control of the flying ship with the bombs. he connects the comms with peggy and she tries to convince him theres another way to disarm the ship. steve was so dedicated at that point he didnt even want to hear it. he didnt even attempt to do anything to ensure his survival. this alone proves, peggy was not important enough to him to return to.
next is ca:tws. The stevebucky movie. in the museum, peggy confirms that steve saved the man from the 107th division who eventually became her husband (steve was never in the 107th, just to clarify) i believe her husbands name was daniel sousa (as revealed in the marvels agents of shield show) steve then finds out peggy is alive and talks to her. she, in short, tells him she's lived her life, and it was his turn to live his in the time hes in. the "my best girl" line was unnecessary and out of place; again, steve barely knew her. again, shit goes down, and steve finds out the winter soldier is bucky and immediately drops everything, and becomes dead set on saving him. not killing, not imprisoning, but saving him. no matter the cost. "he saw me, and he didnt even know me" "hes not the kind you save, hes the kind you stop. he won't recognise you" "he will." god, steve KNEW bucky would recognise him. regardless of the brainwashing, steve managed to break through the barrier hydra fought so hard to drill into buckys mind. nothing ever broke him out of that state exept for steve. "im not gonna fight you, youre my friend." "youre my mission" "then finish it. cos im with you till the end of the line." [[good fucking lord let me break out of my essay-esque semi professional format here and just say how fucking heartbreaking those lines are. oh my god. read them, over and over until it hits you.]] steve shows us again, that he is willing to not only die for bucky, but literally die by his hand. he would let bucky kill him. he'd dropped his shield. he didnt fight back. steve always, always, ALWAYS got up and fought back. always. exept that time. the time bucky could have killed him. that scene is the essence of "im with you till the end of the line" because then, it was true. it was true because steve was okay with dying at buckys mercy. theres a difference between sacrificing yourself for the greater good (steve going into the ice), willing to die for someone (steve risking his life multiple times in attempts to save bucky) and finally, being willing to let someone kill you, because you love and trust them so much (hellicarier scene). the difference between peggy and bucky's relationship to steve is that steve may be willing to die for either, but only willing to be killed by one. not to mention, bucky pulled steve from the river. he recognised him. steve broke through 70 years of brainwashing with such impact it literally drove bucky away from hydra out of his own free will.
in between ca:tws and ca:cw its confirmed (im p sure sam says it) that him and steve looked for bucky for two. years. even off screen, bucky was steves priority.
im going to squeeze in 2 points from from age of ultron here, for chronology's sake:
steves worst nightmare, as portayed in the movie, is LITERALLY going back to the 40s and being stuck there (with peggy too??lmfao) and also the quote "family, stability, the man who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think another one came out." objectively confirms that steve isn't the man he used to be, and doesnt want to return to the past. aou may have sucked, but that doesn't mean the character development should be thrown away.
ca:cw. hoo boy. steve went against 117 countries and half of his closest friends and colleagues because he believed bucky was innocent of the bombing of the un conference. god, steve quite literally, did everything to defend and protect bucky. though i shall acknowledge that steve did attend peggy's funeral, however, there was no real connotations there other than the fact he was mourning her death (understabdibly so). steve then proceeds to protect bucky for 2 hours 27 mins and 41 seconds to the point where they escape together to siberia after the airport fight. "i dont know if im worth all this steve" "what you did all those years... it wasnt you. you didnt have a choice." "i know. but i did it" again, absolutely heartbreaking quotes if you read it a couple of times and truly understand the meaning of them. steve somewhat indirectly tells bucky yes, yes he is worth all of this. otherwise, he wouldn't be doing it. a quote to support that would be "for the longest time, i always did what i thought was right." (disclaimer this is not a direct quote i deadass couldnt find it to save my life, i belive steve said it at some point during civil war or tws, but the point is, bucky is the only thing that could have shaken steves morals so intensely.) and finally, the most important part of cw, the fight at the end with tony. bucky and steve constantly protected each other. steve kept fighting because he was fighting for bucky. to keep him safe from tony and the world. he got up, time and time again. "i can do this all day." the fact that he said that to tony, some people consider them the closest of friends, proves again, a million times over, bucky is more important to steve than literally anything else, INCLUDING his shield. his mantle. he dropped it and left it like it was nothing, because his priority was bucky. as always.
theres not much to discuss for infinity war other than their hug whicg was honestly just adorable.
mmmmm endgame. i will not go into how much i hate that movie because it would be a rant quintuple the length of this one. in the support group, steve dead ass fucking says "you gotta move on. you gotta move on" and that sentiment was literally forgotten at the end. my main point for endgame is this. people tend to tell me, the reason steve abandoned bucky and went back to be with peggy is because he knew that he was finally safe. :/. if you had half a braincell youd know that's not true. the steve we know, never would have left bucky for good, ESPECIALLY after the "dont do anything stupid until i get back" exchange [[god i want to beat the shit out of the r*ssos]] mostly because, bucky had fucking no one in the time he was living in!!! no family, no friends and most heartbreakingly, no one he could trust. (yes sam was there but were just seeing their friendship develop now in tfatws, all that wasnt there in endgame) and secondly, what made steve think bucky was entirely safe??? half of the worlds population just suddenly reappeared, which as we see now, there were massive consequences for that. i simply believe steve is not that stupid. steve going back was disrespectful not only to his character, but to bucky AND peggy. most importantly, the steve we've been watching since 2011 would NEVER abandon bucky, no matter how safe he thought he was (he visited him frequently in wakanda, the safest place on the planet arguably ffs) especially for such a dumbass and quite frankly, nonsensical reason as going back to be with peggy, who clearly stated to him she moved on, and so should he (which he did. idk endgame writers prolly didnt watch the previous movies :/) its not even debatable. bucky is more important to steve than peggy. even in terms of screentime.
now allow some tweets to speak for me, this one being the absolute most important one:
ladies and gentlefolk, all of the stuff ive said can be summarised in that last line. "it would be contrary to who he is."
heres some more:
and now finally, id like to briefly mention steve and tfatws, so beware of spoilers (writing this as of ep 4 coming out; praying it doesn't age badly)
bucky mentions steve, unprompted, fucking constantly. he clearly isnt over steve leaving, and im hoping that gets acknowledged and talked out in the show.
in conclusion, tl:dr, steve shouldn't have returned to the past and stayed there, it is contrary to who he is, as shown to us through his trilogy and other appearances in the mcu. not to mention the timeline bullshit in endgame makes zero sense in the first place.
#long post#stucky#captain america#steve rogers#mcu#marvel#tfatws#bucky barnes#peggy carter#hwh's marvel thoughts#please dont bullshit me in the comments also i dont have the strength#imma hide this in the tags praying no 1 will b bothered to look but steve and bucky gay#everytime some1 calls their relationship brotherly it takes 10 years off my life nd makes me wanna impale myself ❤#also no beta we die like men#my meta
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Love Isn‘t Always On Time Part Forty One
Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: Not Beta-Read. I hope everyone’s having a good week! Warnings: Depression; unhealthy coping mechanisms Summary: Steve and Bucky weren’t there. They weren’t with us. That meant that no one had found them yet, that they were safe. That’s what I kept telling myself. That’s what I had to keep telling myself.
I hadn’t felt so pissed and helpless since I was sitting across from Coulson in that interrogation room. I turned my head at the sound of Sam knocking on the bars of his own cell. “Have some water,” He ordered quietly. I lifted my head from my hands, looking down at the bottle that had been left for me. The others had already eaten; the guards had put food in my cell and taken it away when I hadn’t touched it, but they’d left the bottle of water behind. “ ‘m fine,” I mumbled, putting my head back in my hands. We’d been in the Raft Prison for almost a day. A day of radio silence about Steve and Bucky; a day of Sam silently beating himself up over what had happened to Rhodey; a day of Scott intermittently trying to cheer us all up with ant-themed knock-knock jokes. “You need to keep your strength up, c’mon,” Sam urged, “C’mon.” I sighed, leaning back and resting my head against the wall. I did feel drained as hell. I pushed myself up, wincing. I was still bruised as hell from the fight (I’d made a mental note to never try and go after that Spider Kid again). I glanced at Sam, picking up the bottle of water opening it. Sam grunted, appeased, and I heard him walking away. It was enough that he’d leave off for a while. I set the bottle aside after I’d taken a couple of gulps, drawing my knees up to my chest and hugging them there. Steve and Bucky weren’t there. They weren’t with us. That meant that no one had found them yet, that they were safe. That’s what I kept telling myself. That’s what I had to keep telling myself.
“The futurist, ladies and gentlemen!” I turned my head to see Tony walking toward Clint’s cell. I felt an involuntary chill run through me and I turned away, closing my eyes. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say - I didn’t want to hear an apology, I didn’t want to hear if he’d found my boys. I heard Tony’s footsteps move closer, then stop outside my cell. “You okay? You took a couple of hard hits yesterday.” I didn’t answer. “...Are we not friends anymore?” He asked. I turned my head to look at him. He looked rough - arm in a sling, face bruised, a black eye. “...What the hell were you thinking, bringing an actual child into this?” I asked. “You’re in a cell, I don’t know if you’re in a place to have the moral high ground,” Tony retorted, “Besides, that actual child kicked your ass.” I scoffed. "Just because you won doesn’t mean you’re on the right side, Stark.” “Why the hell do you think I’m here?” “I don’t give a fuck why you’re here,” I snapped. I tightened my arms around my knees, curling in on myself. The irritation drained out of Tony’s face and he leaned against the cell. “I’m here because I want to help them. I know what they mean to you,” He said quietly. I shook my head. “You’re not getting shit from me, Stark,” I swore before I turned my head again, resting it back on my knees. I heard him sigh heavily before he walked away. “How’s Rhodes?” I heard Sam ask. “They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So...fingers crossed... What do you need? They feed you yet?” Tony asked. “You’re the good cop now?” Sam asked, incredulous. “I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went,” Tony answered. “Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me,” Sam snapped. “Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment,” Tony said. I lifted my head, frowning at them. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes,” Tony said, bringing up a hologram to show Sam, “Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.” “That’s a first,” Sam muttered. “Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to...” Tony trailed off. “Hey, it’s alright,” Sam shook his head. I frowned. I could almost see him weighing his options. “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.” “Sam,” I warned him. Sam shot me a look. “You got a way of getting us out of here? Cause right now there’s only one person in this room that can help.” I shook my head, disbelieving, and watched as Sam leaned in to talk to Tony. I watched him go before I turned to Sam in disbelief. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam asked, “They can handle him. He wants to help.” "What if he changes his mind?” I asked. “They can handle him,” Sam repeated, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself and not me. -- “Up, sweetheart.” I grunted in response. "Don’t you dare give me a ‘five more minutes’, we don’t have five more minutes.” I opened my eyes, brow furrowing. “Steve?” I breathed, stunned. He smiled, smoothing my hair back before helping me sit up. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.” -- “Where’s Bucky?” I had held off on asking for as long as I could stand. We’d dropped off Clint off at home already; Scott had chosen to stay behind, hoping to strike a deal with Ross and stay close to his daughter; the rest of us were en route to Wakanda. Wanda and Sam were already asleep at the back of the jet. Steve had put the jet on autopilot and leaned back when I’d come up to check on him. He looked worn out, but relieved. He turned the seat, patting his knee. I lowered myself onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. He slid his hand up, smoothing it over my thigh before he turned his head, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Where is he?” I pressed when Steve didn’t answer me. Steve peered up at me. “He’s in Wakanda, he’s safe, but...” “But?” “He decided to go back into cryo. Just until we can work out how to undo what HYDRA’s done.” My stomach rolled at the news. I turned my head from Steve, shading my eyes to hide my tears. “I know-- But he’s safe, we know where he is,” Steve sighed. “We just got him back,” I mumbled. Steve dropped another kiss to my shoulder. “It was his choice,” He reminded me, rubbing his hand over my thigh, “And T’Challa’s sister said she’s already got some ideas.” I pressed my face into Steve’s neck, letting the fear, weariness, and upset of the last few days pour out of me. When I was able to gather myself I leaned away, scrubbing my hand over my face. “What happened with Tony?” I asked. Steve’s face darkened. “I don’t think we oughta talk about that just now,” He grumbled. I shook my head. “I knew sending him after you was a bad idea.” “Sam did what he thought was best, he couldn’t have known,” Steve pointed out. I huffed, glancing down at him as I reached up, running my fingers through his hair. “How are you?” I asked. “I’m fine,” He answered simply. I knew better than that. “Steve,” I warned. He gave me a small smile. “I’m a little tired. We’ll have some time to rest before we plan our next move.” “T’Challa’s alright with us hanging around?” I asked. Steve nodded. “He offered us asylum for as long as we need it. The States doesn’t have extradition in Wakanda, Ross has no way of getting to us.” I rested my head against his, closing my eyes. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want there to be a next move. I wanted us to settle for a while, to help Bucky get back to himself, and then get us back to us. But I couldn’t say that. Steve would never stop fighting. It was one of the things I loved most about him; it was one of the things that drove me the most crazy. I didn’t even realize I was falling asleep until Steve’s arm tightened around my waist to keep me close to his chest. “It’s alright,” He soothed when I started to lift my head, “We’ve got a ways to go before we reach Wakanda. 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A Dream To Remember✨
#1 Destiny
“This is the view I’d die for” I said as I saw the beautiful beach that I could see when I opened my window. I had been to Antalya before but this time it hit different. I was a teenager back then, and so much had changed over the years. I got a full time job in a reputable firm, moved out of my city, and spent 5 years in Zurich working for the firm I had always wanted to. But I was always alone, mainly because of my brutal experiences with love and relationships in late teens and early twenties.
And also because I never really found someone that would make my heart melt, I always partly blame my fangirl period for that when I used to be a social media ‘stan’ for Henry Cavill, now that I think of it, never really found anyone like him and now I’m just void of it all. I’m used to living alone now. I really was never into flings. My only focus is my career, and travelling.
“Can you stop staring out of your window (y/n)? We didn’t come here to stay in the hotel!! We should be out there enjoying the views and turkish food!! Get ready, we’re leaving in 5 mins!” shouted Zara, accompanied by Sierra who were my friends and colleagues from Zurich, and my only companions for the trip.
Antalya has its own magic. Beautiful beaches, waterfalls, and oh the food! Food is to die for. It was just our second day, and because I was more into food than shopping, we chose one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Antalya , and decided to go there. It was the closest restaurant to the beach. We went inside and oh the aroma! The people were the elite class of Turkish society, the clatter of knives and spoons and fine dining. We three were dressed pretty casually, I was wearing a simple dress which looked quite the black sheep in the restaurant, but fortunately people were so busy in their conversations that no one noticed our ‘tourist’ kind of clothing. We quickly settled at a corner table, and were given menus by the waiters. While Zara and Sierra were having difficulty reading names of Turkish cuisines, I was looking around the fine interior of the restaurant. Just as I was about to lower down my gaze I saw something. I was startled. I felt like my heartbeat stopped. I could not process what I saw, or specifically, who I saw.
An incredibly handsome man, all muscular, wearing a cap and a fitted t-shirt with jeans, sitting alone at a table just behind ours. He was looking down at the menu card, and I again caught a quick glance at him to reassure myself if he was who I thought he is. Yes, it was Henry Cavill. The Henry Cavill.
Henry Cavill, who after recently completing the critically acclaimed and much loved The Witcher Netflix series and after doing three films of the worldwide famous James Bond series, was on a break. For more than a year, he was out of the spotlight for reasons unknown. All of these thoughts, all of those times when I used to fangirl over him on Twitter and other platforms, all the times I had always wished to see him went through my mind. But now I was a changed person, my life was no longer the same, and here I was feeling so strongly for this man. Zara suddenly looked at me and said, “Hey, are you ok? Your face is all red and you’re sweating. What’s wrong?” I didn’t know what to say, both of them weren’t much aware of Hollywood actors. So I said, “It’s... it’s Henry.. it’s Henry Cavill.. right behind our table” They looked at his table and Sierra instantly recognised him, “Oh he’s the new Bond, my sister loves this guy! Let’s go ask for a picture” I nervously replied, “NO, wait, maybe he doesn’t want any fans near him, i mean he’s sitting alone..”
“Oh come on, a picture won’t hurt, get up let’s go” said Sierra.
I tried to calm myself thinking it’s just a picture, and I can gather the courage to ask him for that without freaking out, I’m a 26 year old independent woman for God’s sake it’s not a big deal! So Sierra and I went to his table, and she instantly said “Hey! Henry Cavill?” He looked up, oh God his ocean eyes, I could not look directly at him but when I did I lost all my focus, but quickly tried to be composed again. “My sister is a huge fan of yours, can I take a picture with you Mr Bond?” Sierra said while smiling. He looked at her with a very heartwarming smile and said “Ofcourse, go ahead” She instantly took a selfie with him, thanked him and went straight back to our table leaving me alone.
It was just me now. Standing right beside him, while he was looking at me with his questioning eyes. “You want a picture too?” And I nervously said, “I don’t know if a picture can do justice to how much I have loved your work over the years”. He went silent for a few seconds, staring at me, and the way I responded to him. “So you’re not a new or seasonal fan? ah i see” he smiled. “Well, a picture won’t hurt, and it would act as a memory to relive this moment, so can I have one too?” I said, with a bit more confidence.
He gestured to take my phone and as I opened its camera, he himself took a selfie with me.
I thanked him, trying to keep my calm turned my back and started to walk away when he said, “Would you like to join me, if you and your friends don’t mind?” I instantly froze. I didn’t know what to say, I turned again and looked again in his deep blue eyes. Whenever I looked at him directly I felt so intimidated. I had no courage to even say anything other than “Yes, sure”. Sierra and Zara looked at me, laughed and gave a reassuring nod.
I sat down opposite him, and was smiling with nervousness and happiness. A kind of happiness I had never felt in my entire life.
“So, what do you want to eat? I’m thinking of these kebabs.” The ups and downs of my hormones had made me lose my appetite. I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Oh I’ve already eaten, one turkish coffee would be fine” I lied. He smirked and called the waiter, and ordered the food. All this time I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, his face, jawline, curls below his cap, and his fitted shirt, oh God why does he have to wear such fitted clothes. His arms. All of this was seductive, as if his voice alone wasn’t enough. “So, what is you name? And what are you doing here in Antalya?” I told him about my work trip and that I’m from Zurich. “Why are you here in Antalya of all places? You’ve been out of the spotlight for several months, so are you on a long vacation?” I fearfully asked as I knew I was getting personal.
In a very laid back and calm voice he answered, “I wanted a break. After doing my dream project, the witcher and finally getting to do Bond, I still felt incomplete. My life was being consumed by my work mostly. Half of the year I used to film for witcher and the other for Bond. I needed a break. So i went on a trip, alone. I traveled all of Europe, and Turkey is my last destination”
“So you’ve been alone all this time? If you dont mind me asking, why? For a man like you, it must be so easy to get women all around you. Why haven’t you found someone?” I knew I was getting too personal but all those early years of loving him and being obsessed with him started to hit me again. I had so many questions and such little time. I wanted to know so much but had so many restrictions.
He looked at me, with a firm face this time. He kind of looked low, and upset. I felt sorry that I had invaded his personal space. “Uh, I’m so sorry Henry. I know I asked a bit too much.” I was embarrassed when he casually put his hand over mine and reassured me saying, “Ah no (Y/N), I just didn’t know how to respond to your questions, was kind of contemplating over how to answer you. Well all of my past relationships have taught me something or the other. And some of the women I met were only interested in my wealth and status, it’s rare to find a person who actually wants to understand you. My only dream was to start a family of my own, and to do that I need to find a person who’s willing to spend her life with me as much as I’m willing to do so.”
A pause followed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and he couldn’t stop looking at me. It was like I was falling deeper with every second. I felt like his eyes could rip my clothes and my body, and could see my soul right through.
“Sir, maam, your order’s here” said the waiter as he interrupted our deep silence.
“Oh I’m starving!” said Henry. Which made me realise that he’s probably not nervous at all, and why would he be? I’m just a fan who is inappropriately in love with him and he probably thinks I’m just someone who can give him friendly company over this dinner.
I drank my coffee while I constantly noticed him eating his dinner, his jaw and the way he held his knife and fork, his fingers. I was way into it when I realised he’s not mine to have, I’m a nobody, and he’s a star.
He asked for the bill, and while I insisted to pay his eyes intimidated me again and he paid for both of us. We both stood up to leave, when I tried to look at my previous table, Zara and Sierra had already left. I quickly checked my phone and Zara had already messaged me that they’re gone for shopping at the nearby market and I can join them there.
While i was putting my phone back in my bag, I felt a warm breath near my ear, “Turns out your friends left you alone with me, huh?” Henry whispered, standing so close to me I could feel his scent entering my body. I realised the height difference then. I was so short standing next to his towering body, I could only reach his chest. I instantly became shy and moved a bit away, “Ah no, they left me a message, they’re at nearby market, I better get going” I dont know why I said about going when all I ever wanted was to stay. “God, please make him ask me to stay, please” I thought as I zipped my bag. “Um, would you want to go to the beach with me?” A wave of excitement flushed through me. “Right now? It’s dark.” I said.
“So what? I couldn’t go during the day as I wanted to stay away from being recognised, darn it, have to wear this cap to stay away from all the paparazzi!” Henry explained.
I smiled, “Oh I see, sure let’s go. I haven’t seen Konyalti beach at night anyway”.
We both left together and as soon as we left the restaurant, the sea shore began. He took off his shoes instantly, and started walking bare foot. “What? You’re not going to feel the sand? the moist sand, the smell of the beach. Reminds me of my childhood days in Jersey” he smiled as I looked at his feet. “You’re not going to take off your sandals?” He asked.
“Ah i dont want to get my feet dirty, we spent the entire day at the beach already!” I exclaimed. He instantly stared at me, sat on his knees, while I wasn’t able to understand what’s going on, he immediately untied my sandals and took them off my feet. “HENRY!?? oh my God, what even?” I shouted while laughing.
“What’s the point of walking on the beach with shoes on?” He remarked.
We walked along the beach. The moonlight reflected on the waves as they hit the shore. The sound of waves crashing, gave me the peace I was longing for. But maybe it wasn’t just that, it was him, his breathtaking presence, walking beside me, silently. The silence interrupted by our casual conversations about each other’s childhood, about how we wished our lives were a bit different, about the risks that we took to become what we were today in our respective fields. As we reached the end of the shoreline, the market began where Zara and Sierra had asked me to meet.
“This is the market, we’ve been passing through it since the past two days but never really got time to visit. So that’s why we had planned to go right now” I explained to Henry.
He moved closer to me and slowly moved his hand towards mine, and held it. His fingers with mine, I felt a rush of feelings inside me. It was as if my body didn’t know how to react. I was stunned. “Don’t leave, not yet. Do you.. maybe, do you want to have a drink with me? or maybe walk me back to my hotel?” Henry said.
His eyes, those mesmerising eyes. I had no right to say no. And why would I? I could die to spend more time with him.
“Um, yeah..I guess” I said, nervously.
We walked towards his hotel which was just five minutes away from the beach. He was holding my hand all along, and I did not and could not ruin this moment. I simply wanted to lose control, when the insecurities inside me kept telling me that I wasn’t worth any of his affection, I still wanted to lose my senses.
We went inside his hotel, the receptionist welcomed him, and we both straight went to his room. His room was a deluxe suite, felt like a room of a Mediterranean Palace. It smelled of his scent, that strong seductive scent which felt like it could rip right through my clothes and caress my soul. He let go of my hand as soon we entered his room.
“So this is where I’ve been living since the past two weeks.” Henry said, as he locked the door.
“Wow, two weeks here? We barely have four days left of our trip here” He stopped and gave me a worried look.
I was looking at his clothes all piled up on a sofa chair where I was about to make my place to sit, when Henry came from behind and strongly held my hand, turned my face towards him and pushed me against the wall. “Henry..?” I said as a whisper.
He said, “ Shh, four more days only?” He said as he moved his face closer to mine. I was almost shivering. He pushed himself against me, gently, as he slowly moved his hand and touched my face. He stared directly into my eyes, and I let myself lose control.
He slowly kissed me, as his lips unfolded mine. His tongue touched mine. It was like fire. It was like fire raging through my entire body. He was so passionate, so gentle yet so intimidating.
I could feel him getting hard. I was wet just by him kissing me.
He slowly untied my dress, while I ripped off his shirt. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I had saved myself for someone special all of my life, and this was it. This was like a dream come true. He picked me up, and gently pushed me on the bed, everything was happening like house on fire. His body, so heavy and dominating, over mine felt like I was being caressed and touched through every part of my existence. He now moved his lips from my lips towards my neck. I moaned and scratched his back, while I wrapped my legs around him, I couldn’t resist any longer. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to take me.
He instantly went straight down as he undid my lingerie. I felt invaded, but this was invited invasion. I ran my fingers through his beautiful curly hair as he indulged his face down. His tongue worked like an artist’s paintbrush on a painting. Everytime his tongue touched my clit, I’d moan louder and he’d put his hand over my mouth. He suddenly pushed his tongue inside me, when he realised it. He kissed my belly, and then sucked my nipples for so long there was spit all over my breasts. There was a wine bottle beside the bed, he looked over grabbed it and poured wine over me. I moaned louder while I was barely in my senses, when he pushed himself over me and whispered in my ears “You sure you want this? You want me to take it?” I could not have explained to him how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him to fuck me hard. “Fuck me, Henry. Please” I said. I could feel his temperature as he rubbed his dick down on me. I could feel the thickness, the veins, the touch. He was most certainly a giver.
“I wont let it hurt you, (y/n)” He kissed me hard as he slowly pushed it inside me. It hurt me but the sensations overtook me. I couldn’t feel any pain. It felt like I was not in my senses anymore.
His heavy muscular body over me, as he grinded deeper, he moaned. It was at that moment when I came hard. I could not resist his moans. He was noisy, and the moans made me weak, my legs shivered, and he kept fucking me hard. I whispered “I am coming, baby” He moaned, and fucked deeper, as he let himself lose on me, he came while he kissed me, I felt every bit of him coming inside me. It made me come even more. We were both wet and sweating. As we finished, he pushed his eyes over my neck while I ran my fingers through his curls.
It was unusual. It felt like he had been resisting something for so long and as if he’s finally free. He kissed my forehead, and then again he pushed his face below my neck, as if trying to hide from the world. I hugged him tightly as I took the quilt at the side of the bed and covered us both. We were together, our bodies tangled with each other’s, and we were hidden. Hidden from the world. We slept, and slept for so long and neither of us had kept of track of time.
I woke up as sun’s rays ripped inside through the window and pushed away curtains. I woke up and look at Henry. He was truly created by God when He had decided to pour in all the beauty and perfection. His eyelashes, his beautiful face, his curls on his forehead, I felt so blessed. To wake up next to him, and not just next to him, he was in the exact position he slept in. His head on my chest. I kissed his forehead, and ran my fingers through his curls. He opened his eyes, still sleepy. “(Y/N) ? You didn’t leave?” He asked me.
“I’d never leave you, Henry.” I said. Not knowing if what I said is appropriate or not.
“Wait what time is it!?” I asked as I tried to find my phone, which was on the side of our bed. 23 missed calls and messages from Zara and Sierra. I forgot to tell them that I won’t be coming to the market. Damn it.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” Henry asked, as he sat up on the bed, trying to find something to wear. “I forgot to inform my friends last night, they must be so worried” I said in a confusing tone. As I was still on a sex hungover state of mind.
I got up and changed while he did the same.
“You must be hungry, dont say no!?” He said.
I was worried about my friends. I had to talk to them and explain everything. “But Henry, I have to go now, I have to tell them where I was” I worriedly said.
“I’ll go with you” he said, with his signature smirk and that eyebrow lift.
We both left the hotel, took a cab and asked the driver to take us to my hotel. Meanwhile I called my friends and said I was with Henry and we went to watch a movie and kind of spent the night walking on the beach to see the sunrise and now I was going to for shopping alone. I knew it was a lame excuse but I had no other scenario to tell them. Henry asked the cab driver to stop. “What? Why here?” I asked, confused.
“Now that you’ve lied to your friends already, why not have breakfast with me atleast?” He said innocently. I was amused and I smiled.
This guy, who’s literally loved by millions of people around the world, is right here with me, there’s nothing in the world that can actually be more important to me than spending as much time with him as I can. But was I really worth it all? My insecurities started to kick again, as he suddenly held my hand. I wonder how he realises the correct moment to hold my hand. As if he has known me all along and when I need reassurance. His eyes looked beautiful, as usual, but in the daylight I could notice the colour of his eyes. One different as the other, it’s like God wanted to be more creative with colours.
Part 2 - Tangled ✨
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even if it was fake | jjh
parings: jung jaehyun | ft. johnny & mark
genre: rich!au, fake dating!au / romance, fluff, angst
warnings: language, a lil smut but not really honestly
word count: 15.8k (IM SO SORRY)
description: trying to save your best friend from his enemy you end up caught up in a whirlwind storm that only seems to get bigger and bigger. also, people apparently like telling the truth after years of hiding. oh, and tiny mark needs to be saved from the world.
author’s note: first and foremost thank you for waiting. this fic has been in the writing process for so long like nearly a year and honestly i’m just super glad i could finally finish it and share it with everyone here. also i got the whole idea for this from of this fic by @stormae (if you have time you guys should def check it out) and another thank you my soulmate for pretty much proof reading it before i posted it but i’m sure there is still a few mistakes in there so i’m sorry in ahead. BUT anyways please enjoy and please send me your thoughts on it!
The hot sun flared across the tent that was doing little to nothing at trying to keep you cool and the champagne in your hand was no longer cold. The men on the horses ran back and forth across the field trying to chase a ball the size of a tennis ball. You never liked polo but it was a sport that was in the family and you kind of had to like it, your choice didn’t matter when it came to family. Your mom was out with Mrs. Kim trying to get Yugyeom interested in you, on the other hand you were sitting down with Mark who was exempt due to his fake wrist sprain.
Your heels were digging down into the grass and you could almost hear the cries of Saint Laurent as the soil muddied the tan heels. The game was only on the second break and the boys were only getting off their horses. A few of the families that joined yours were going on to the field, divot stomping the holes made by the horses making you remember your younger years. Smiling at the memories you glanced back at Mark who was on his third glass of rum and coke and was wobbling over towards Johnny. “Jonathan!” you heard Mark scream and you could only sigh at him.
“I told you I’m not actually called Jonathan, you idiot,” Johnny said as he made his way towards the both of you. His forehead was sweaty as he took off his helmet, shoving it under his arm. You handed him a bottle of water to which he returned with a smile. “He’s already had three rum and cokes so he’s not very aware as of now,” you told the taller man beside you as Mark wobbled through the field towards the opposing team.
“Of course he has,” sighing he slipped his hand through his hair, “Doyoung is lacking today and Sehun keeps on falling behind, if they dont step up were going to lose the first game of the season,”
Your eyes went to the rest of Johnny’s team, Doyoung who was polishing his mallette. Sehun on the other had was trying to flirt with Chungha who just rolled her eyes and then Yugyeom who was now being introduced to your mother who was holding a glass of white wine. Shaking your head your eyes landed on Mark who was hugging the leader of the opposing team, Jung Jaehyun. He was one of the best players you had heard about, apparently he was known for his sweet character yet fierceful switch when it came to him being on the field.
On Jaehyun’s team there was Taeyong who pretty much was his number two. He was in charge of picking out the tactical leader in the opposing team, meaning he was trying to figure out Doyoung’s next move. Bambam and Jongin who finished Jaehyun’s team but you couldn’t figure out their positions just yet, you weren’t exactly paying much attention to the game to begin with, “And Mark is befriending the opposing team, so that’s also a plus,” you said softly bumping your elbow against Johnny’s side.
“As if he’s not going to die because of the Jonathan incident, he definitely wants to die for befriending them now,”
“Calm down, go get on your horse I’ll get him.” Patting his shoulder he started to walk back towards the team’s tent.
Next you were taking off your heels, barring them from getting any more dirty than they needed to. You felt stares from different people as you made your way through the field as people were coming back to their seats. The fabric of the brightly colored Versace dress made you stand out as you made your way towards the other tent. With your shoes in one hands you reached over for Mark who was busy talking about how he had just gotten a new Porsche for his birthday, “C’mon kid, we gotta get back to our seats,”
“Oh Jaehyun! This is the girl I was talking to you about, my sister, the next heir to the biggest fashion house next to Versace and Gucci of course. Gilded House of Fashion, will be hers in the next few years!” Mark said in excitement making you cringe when people reminded of your actual duties as the daughter of Y/M/N, not that you were ashamed but that brought a lot of unwanted attention to your name.
Sighing you pinched the bridge of your nose and looked back at Mark, who was just grinning at you, “Why did I bring you here?” you shook your head and looked at Jaehyun who had a smirk over his lips. “Oh yes, you’re Jaehyun. I’m Y/N,”
“I’m aware, nice to finally meet you,” Jaehyun announced as he stretched his hand out to you. Having no other choice, you took his hand and shook it, his hands were soft with small calluses scattered across his palms. You could only assume it was from holding on to the reigns of the horse for a long time or maybe because of the mallette, after all those things were not light. Just as you were about to take your hand back away from his grip, he moved your hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to the Alexander Mcqueen skull ring that adorned your middle finger. “I hope we can see each other more often.”
Once he let go of your hand you released a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in. Beside you Mark was wiggling his eyebrows as Jaehyun said his goodbyes to the rest and grabbed his helmet, ready to go into the next chukka. Mark was about to open his mouth but you turned and grabbed him by the ear, tugging him all the way back to your tent.
The rest of the game was pretty boring to you due to the fact that Mark was asleep on the couch next to you and that Johnny’s team was still tied with Jaehyun’s, eight to eight. A yawn escaped your lips as you felt the seat next to you dipped, it was none other than your mom. Great.
“I saw you talking to that boy on the other team, he’s the heir to the Jung & Associates, the one with all the lawyers,” you turned to look at her and yawned at her words again. “What I’m saying is, he’s a good candidate but I can still set up the date with Yugyeom,”
Slipping your heels back into your feet and glanced back at your mom who’s empty glass was sitting on the table in front of you. “Mom, are you serious?”
“Sweetie, modeling isn't forever. You're gonna have to take over the fashion house once your modeling career is over. Yugyeom’s family is into electronics so it's nice, but if it’s Jaehyun we have a save card anytime a company tries to get to us. Sue all the people who copy our designs, we’d have all the freedom we could possibly have,” she said putting her hand on your shoulder, you knew since your father passed five years ago she was always on the lookout for you to have a good comfortable life. Only in her book that meant getting a rich man to marry you only for you to become the perfect trophy wife.
“I exchanged a total of maybe fifteen words with him, mom. Also Yugyeom was in my class but I don't even talk to him, please.”
“You're not twenty forever, keep that in mind.”
Gathering your phone and a few pieces of candy, you slipped them back into your tan Gucci clutch that somehow matched with your heels and tapped Mark’s shoulder. He only groaned and flipped over to face the couch so you couldn’t bother him, sighing you rubbed your temple and reached over for a water bottle from the bar. He was going to wake up one way or another. Twisting open the cap on the bottle you took a small sip before someone took the bottle from your hand just as you were about to pour it over Mark’s sleeping form, frowning you looked behind you only to find Jaehyun. He no longer was in his blue and white uniform but in a pair of white dress pants, a soft blue button down that was neatly tucked inside his pants, and a matching navy blazer. If you were being completely honest he looked good, a little worn out from the game but good.
“Let the kid take a longer nap, why don't you and I talk for a bit?” he said as he reached for the cap between your fingers. Handing it to him, he closed the bottle and set it down on the table before looking back at you, “Unless you have somewhere to be, I wouldn’t want to hold you back,”
From the corner of your eye you saw Johnny give you a warning look making you feel just a bit guilty. It wasn't that Johnny did not like Jaehyun, but he didn't like Jaehyun. Jaehyun had a casanova title and you could tell why, he was the one who stole Rose from him and he was still a tiny bit salty about it. Of course, that happened over a year ago, but the memory of it always brought discomfort to Johnny’s face. Nevertheless the rivalry between Johnny was not only in the love field but also in terms of their own social status, Seo Law Firm was the second to Jung & Associates and everyone knew that. Johnny was put as second best whenever he was pinned up against Jaehyun, and honestly you just wanted to run at this point.
“Uh, I mean,” you stumbled over your words not really knowing what to say, you knew if Johnny saw you talk to this man he would be pissed off. On the other hand Johnny was just your best friend and there was no way you were going to be able to carry Mark all the way to your car. Looking back at Mark, you dropped your clutch in his arms which he tugged close to his chest and looked back at Jaehyun. “Sure but quick, I can’t leave him like this for too long,”
“Great,” a smile broke over his lips and you felt your hands get clammy at the sight of his dimples. Dammit cute guys were always the jerks, you thought to yourself as the both of you walked towards the bar. “Would you like something to drink?”
You could only shake your head as you reached over to take the small sunflower out of the vase that was set between the both of you. “No thank you, I had two glasses of champagne and I’d rather not since I’m going to be driving,”
“Whoa, who said all rich girls were dependant on drivers,” he chuckled and the moment it reached your ears you could feel like it was the most beautiful sound you heard. “Most of the girls I know get pissed drunk and have drivers take them home,”
“Yeah well, I tend to live on my own I only come to these events when I’m called,” you said as you started plucking the petals of the yellow flower in your hand.
Jaehyun on the other hand ordered a whiskey on the rocks and was turned to you, giving you his full attention, “Ah, so the model who ditched her mother for her own self made life,”
“How do you know that?”
“Darling, you are at a polo match with some of the biggest families in our city. I knew you, I also know you're best friends with Seo over there who's pretty much killing me with his eyes. I know Mark is somehow cheating out of the game by faking an injury he doesn't have and also I know your mother is set on marrying you off to Kim Yugyeom. Now tell me, am I wrong?”
Narrowing your eyes you swallowed the lump in your throat that was beginning to build up since the moment Jaehyun mentioned Johnny. The flower was long forgotten as your arms came to cross over your chest, “What do you want?”
“I need a favor from you. You have a clean slate when it comes to the media, I’ve gotten into my fair share of scandalous rumors in the past and my own inauguration of taking over my father’s company is coming up in less than a year. I need you to date me, it would send the mature and changed image of me to the media,” you could only laugh at his attempts of trying to get you to fake date him. There was a small smirk that played over his lips as he turned back to look over at Johnny who was sitting down next to Mark who was sitting up now. “Unless you want me to make his life a living hell I suggest you take the deal, I know what to get to push his buttons starting with Rose, his own family, his company, his reputation, and his friends,” he turned back to look at you with a smile over his lips which only read off as fake, you could only sigh and look over to Johnny who gave you a worried look.
“You have until the end of next week to let me know, if I don’t hear anything from you I’m taking it as a no.” His hand made its way to your chin and he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek before leaving you, standing alone at the bar with the happiness of your best friend weighing heavily on your shoulders.
“Okay wait, so Jaehyun pretty much looped you into fake dating him because he needs a good reputation when he becomes the next CEO to Jung & Associates and then by telling you that if you don’t do it he’s going to pretty much slowly kill Johnny’s social and real life?” Mark quickly rushed out as he laid next to you on your bed. He was staring up at the ceiling because apparently if he moved too fast he felt like he was going to puke and you didn't feel like cleaning up his mess. He turned his head towards you and sighed, “What did you tell him?”
You were sitting up against the headboard glancing over at your phone that kept lighting up from different notifications, you knew in there was a text message of Johnny asking you if everything was okay. Honestly, you were kind of dying, there was no choice in what you had to do. You had to take Jaehyun’s proposal in order for Johnny to be happy even if it meant being used as a toy, “I don't have much of a choice Mark, I’m going to have to say yes,”
“Well, you don't have to,” his voice was a bit softer making you look at him. Reaching over you moved your hand through his hair, a small smile spreading over your lips. Mark was more than your brother, he was your best friend and your biggest inspiration at times. You knew he always tried to put up the cold front with people but he was just an eighteen year old boy who was in charge as man of the house when your father passed. Being only two years older than him you always looked out for him even when he annoyed you half of the time when he got too drunk.
“Listen kid, it’ll be okay we’ll break it off once he gets settled into the position. I’ll be okay I promise and if something happens you and Hyuck can go beat his ass,” you said laughing softly when you pushed him slightly, getting off the bed and slipping your sneakers back on.
His hands went straight to his stomach making you laugh, you could almost see his face turn green and you could only move the trash can closer to him. “Please, don’t move me again I might throw up on your bedding,”
“You have a death wish, don’t you?”
Leaving Mark with asprin and the trash can made you feel a little bad but you had to get this thing with Jaehyun over with. It was almost the end of the week and you were avoiding Johnny at all costs which only made you feel even more guilty. Walking inside the offices of Jung & Associates you only felt out of place in your Off-White Jordans and your over priced white t-shirt. Trying to fix the wrinkles in your shirt and wishing the holes on your destroyed jeans would magically somehow fix and close, you walked up to the desk. At the desk there was a pretty blond with straightened hair but wearing a skirt suit thing that would have looked better in a trash bin, but you guessed that was her uniform. “Hello, is Jaehyun in today?”
“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment? Mr. Jung is a very busy person,” the blond said and you felt like rolling your eyes as you glanced over the counter. Your eyes met the floor listings and you only shrugged. The blond followed your eyesight and her eyes widened, but you could only smile and wave to her as you made your way to the elevator.
“I don’t, but he’ll be glad to see me. Call him and tell him I’m on my way up, darling!” A smirk played on your lips as you saw the blond try to run in her heels towards you but the elevator’s doors closed before she could get close. You pressed the button for Jaehyun’s floor and leaned back against the bronze wall. This is it, I’m giving myself up to the devil, you thought as you looked at the numbers on the small screen go higher and higher.
The doors opened with a soft ding leading you down a hallway of glass doors. You made your way down the hallway of doors and at the end you were met with a large wooden door at the end with Jung Jaehyun engraved in bronze letters across the front. You took a large breath before opening the door, only in front of you was no other than Jaehyun with his head tilted back as another blond in a tight (well, more loose now) bun was down on her knees in front of him.
Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you making you quickly shut the door and press your hands against your mouth to conceal the gasp falling from your lips. To be fair you were surprised but also not really. The casanova had to get laid but it couldn’t be in public eye and he had plenty to picks at his own work space. Shuffling came from behind the door and then it opened, the blond girl walked past you fixing her skirt as she walked back into her office.
A hand was placed on your shoulder and you could only cringe at the thoughts of where it had been making you move away from it. “Listen dude, I only came to talk to you before you ruin my best friend’s life. Although, I can come back later or meet you somewhere else I’d rather not go into your office until it’s been sanitized,”
Jaehyun only chuckled at your words making you turn to look at him and sighing. His shirt was sloppily tucked into his pants and his hair was a sweaty mess making you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Did you finally make a choice?”
“Make a choice? I don’t really have one here,”
“Sweetheart, of course you have one. Only one happens to be better choice and the other choice happens to bring misery to Seo,” he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned into the door frame as if it was as simple as picking out your outfit, “So you say yes?”
You could only roll your eyes at his words and slowly nodded your head. A bitter taste filled your mouth as you braved yourself for the words that were ready to spill from your lips, “Yeah,”
“Great, I’ll text you the important information you’ll need to know,” he said pulling his phone out of the pocket of his coat, handing it to you. Biting down on your lip you pressed in your phone number and quickly handed it back to him, “Oh, and also we’re going to be publicly seen at the wedding of Irene and Jin, just by the way,”
Jaehyun fixed his shirt and looked at his reflection on one of the glass doors along the hallway, fixing his hair down. He slipped his phone back into the pocket of his suit jacket before giving you a smile. Your mind was running at his words and you could only remember that the famous Kim-Bae wedding was only a couple of months away, “What?!”
“Be prepared, now I have to rush to a meeting,” Jaehyun said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek again and walked past you towards the elevator. Pressing the button for the elevator and getting inside as the doors opened for him. A kilowatt smile spread over his lips making your skin tingle as the doors closed. You tried to reach for the doors closed groaning internally and covering your face with your hands.
“Jaehyun!”
Word spread quicker than fire as the days went on, specially after Jaehyun went to your own apartment with a box of flowers that cost a good hundred dollars. The flowers in general were a light pink and had some gold dusting around the tips that you knew Jaehyun himself couldn’t have picked. It was probably another of his blond assistants who gave him head while he worked. The gesture made sure everyone knew you were a thing but still not exposing much of the secrets. Of course, this meant that Johnny had been calling you non-stop, but due to your situation you still hadn’t picked up any of his calls
Sighing you glanced back at your phone only to find three missed calls from Mark who was probably going to scream at you because you hadn’t been answering Johnny. There were also at least nine missed calls from Johnny while on the other hand there was only one text from Jaehyun.
[12.35 pm] Jung Jaehyun: We’re going out shopping tonight. You need a dress for Jin’s wedding and we need to be seen in front of the paps. Be ready by 6.
You glanced over at your clock and sighed as you read the clock. It was only 2:30 which meant you still had time to dread over Jaehyun and this whole deal.
There was only thirty minutes until Jaehyun would arrive and you had changed into some black jeans that you had made rips into which probably decreased their value to only a hundred bucks. Matching it with a loose fitting long sleeve shirt that read Yeezy on the sleeve but it looked like you could’ve gotten it from walmart and a pair of boots that came up to your ankle. There was a thin layer of makeup on your face and a tiny bit of perfume on your wrists. You knew this date was fake but if there was going to be pictures of you, you need to look good. As the doorbell rang you checked your phone making you furrow your eyebrows, it was only 5:42. Jaehyun was early? Your hand reached for your bag that was on the hook near the door before going towards the door and pulling it open.
“I never thought of you as the kind that arrives early,” you said as you grabbed your keys out of your bag and glanced back at the person in front of you. Everything you had just said and whatever kind of feeling all sinked down to the bottom of your stomach. Standing in front of you there was no other than Johnny Seo. “Johnny.”
“Who are you meeting?” his voice caught you off guard as you quickly looked around. You knew Jaehyun was going to be here in less than ten and yet here you were talking to Johnny and about to witness them try to murder each other.
“Uh, no one,” you quickly blurted out as a nervous smile spread over your lips. In your bag your phone made a soft ding announcing that it had received a message which you knew was probably from Jaehyun. “Just going shopping,”
Johnny had a look on his face that he didn't believe you but he didn't say anything, which made you feel more guilty than what you were already feeling. “Well, can you just postpone for another night, we have things to talk about and I'd rather do it now,”
“Johnny, I can’t n-”
“Seo, what are you doing here?” you heard Jaehyun’s voice before you actually saw him. At that point your eyes were trying to avoid either males and trying to focus on the paintings on the walls. There was a few questionable stains on the walls, you made yourself a mental note to find some painters to get it fixed as soon as possible, “She’s got somewhere to be, with me to be exact,”
There was a moment of silence where you could almost hear Johnny’s breathing from next to you quicken as Jaehyun talked. You felt a set of eyes on your shoulders but knowing who it was from it only made you want to shrink smaller than an ant so that Johnny would gladly step on you. Although what you didn't expect was for him to pat your back, your eyes quickly went up to him only to find a disappointed look in his eyes, “Please text me after you get back home, we need to talk.”
Shopping went too slow to your liking, paparazzi followed you from store to store which made you a little uncomfortable but it wasn’t really up to you. You knew that now that you were back in the comfort of your home there was pictures of you and Jaehyun floating around the internet. Which only lead to your phone to receive multiple notifications from Mark, your mom, Johnny and probably some other people that called themselves your friends. Changing into some comfortable clothes and walked into the kitchen as you heard the door ring once again. In the back of your head you knew it could only be one person, Johnny.
Sighing to yourself you walked go the door and opened it, leaving it open for Johnny to walk inside as you walked back towards your small living room. As you walked you found yourself being engulfed by a pair of arms around you pulling you into his chest. His chin resting on your shoulder as you bit down on your lip and let yourself fall back against him. There was sense of comfort but the guilt rushing to every part of your body which made your eyes water but all you could do is look at the ceiling instead of the man behind you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as you brought your hands up to your face to quickly wipe away any existence of the tears on your eyes.
“Why are you with him?” he asked instead of trying to change the subject. You knew he wanted to know the reason behind why you were doing it. You also knew if he knew he’d ask you break it off, that he could handle it on his own that it was his own problem with Jaehyun and none of your business to meddle with.
Scrunching your face you thought of excuses to make for it, but none came to your mind at the moment making you sigh. “I just..” you mumbled as his hands turned you around to face him, his face was full of worry and if you looked closely there was disappointment in his eyes and you knew that was from you. “My mom was picking guys from your last polo match, she was thinking of Yugyeom but since Jaehyun actually talked to me set up a date for the both of us. You know, we have to mingle with our own kind sort of thing,” Johnny could only nod, he knew about how much your mother looked at your future suitors and made sure they were within her standards before letting you date any of them.
That’s what happened with your first boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. He was your first boyfriend when you attended high school, he was the son of the CEO of a record label but he was new money. New money was never reliable, companies like that were always being brought down or being bought by the highest bidder and your mother saw no future in that. Which is why your own mother thought of sending you and Mark abroad to Europe for a modeling camp that went from country to country. She said it would be a good look on your portfolio which is why you only said yes. Meanwhile your mother gave the label a large amount of money if Jungkook never got near you again and to your luck you only got a text that night that read ‘i’m sorry were over.’ The following weeks were met with you staying in bed and asking Mark to call Jungkook only to find out he had blocked you on every platform possible.
While in Barcelona you met back with Johnny, he used to be in school with you back in the day and he quickly became one of your closest friends. You knew the Seo family, and you also knew that after graduation Johnny packed this things and left. With all the money he had he traveled until he was missing home, you had managed to caught him on his last whim and ready to head back home. After the stunt he pulled he was picked as the black sheep of his family, no one with that kind of duty in his shoulders would just leave his family behind. This is why you were willing to take the bullet for him when it came to Jaehyun, he needed the perfect image in front of his family. He needed to prove that he could handle the family business without the help of his siblings.
You were brought back to reality when you heard him chuckle from behind you, “I always thought your mom would end up marrying you off to Yugyeom or me or maybe even Hoseok from Hope Inc., but never thought she’d want you to marry him,” he said as he pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair. He sat down on the edge of the couch and looked up at you with his face in his hands, he looked tired and there was dark shadows under his eyes. There was a small pang at your chest but you didn’t know where it came from. He’s my best friend of course, that’s why, you thought to yourself because you couldn’t think of it being something else.
“Yeah well, you know how she is,” you tried to give him a small smile before sitting down next to him. Bringing your hands up to your face you let out a shaky breath not wanting to think about what he had just said to you. He had actually thought about maybe —someday— marrying you. Blinking a couple of times you glanced back at his slumped form, he was breathing at a slow pace which made you even more confused. How in the world was he this calm when he had just said this to you like it was the most common thing in the world?
“Whoa, wait right there, you just said you thought about marrying me. Would you like to explain because I'm trying really hard not to lose my shit,” your voice was at a higher pitch by the end of the sentence. Johnny quickly stood up from his spot on the couch next to you, his face looked panicked before he wiped his hands on his pants.
Johnny let out a nervous laugh as he glanced back at you, shoving his hands inside his pockets. “Oh would you look at the time, I really need to get going I still have paperwork at the office to sign and I have to plan stuff. I should really get going,”
“No, no, no, you’re not leaving until you explain.”
He was already walking towards the door as you quickly stood up front your spot on the couch. Your legs were moving as fast as they could trying to catch up to him. Dammit Johnny, why were you blessed with long legs? You thought to yourself as you reached over to grab his arm. He was like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, trapped in his own body and you were the thing keeping him there, rooted. “Explain,”
“I dont think it’s the right time or motive for it,” he quickly said as you reached for his hand making him close his eyes. His mouth only let out a soft sigh before his arms quickly pulled you into his embrace. For a moment it felt like home, like coming home to your warm bed or cuddling into your favorite blanket while you've been out in the cold. Johnny had been your best friend of years, he even shielded you away from the troublesome kids in school. He was the one who would join you and Mark at fashion week. “All you gotta know now it that if you’re ever ready to run, I’m here we can leave and run away from all of this. I’d leave this world with you,”
“Johnny please, you can’t leave me after saying that,” your hands wrapped around him as you buried your face in his chest taking in his scent. His hands were resting on your back like they knew every curve on your body better than you. After all he had seen you in lingerie, that one time he came with you to the Victoria’s Secret catalog photoshoot. His hands moved back up and cupped your face pulling you back so he could finally look at you. The height difference between the both of you always made you feel tiny next to him, but now you felt it in another way. The way you see couples in dramas, those cheesy kind of things.
“You’re dating Jaehyun sweetheart, you left me before I could explain,” he said making you snap away from your thoughts and quickly shifting your eyes towards him. “Even if I explained now you won’t leave him, we both know you wouldn’t like to upset mother dearest. Although the offer still stands, say the word, I’ll leave everything and run with you,”
“You can’t ask me that, you know I’m taking over the House in a few years an-”
Johnny’s hands dropped from your body as he took a step back from you and placed his hands on his hips. A sad smile appeared across his lips as he took a look at you, “Y/N, if you loved me you wouldn’t hesitate,”
“Uh, excuse me, you're the one who said nothing about loving me and you expect me to run into your arms like nothing? I’m sorry but I have people looking after me and most of all, I don't want to be a disappointment to Mark,” you quickly said and he shook his head at your words, his eyebrows raising and only making your temper rise by that point.
“You know he wouldn't see it that way, tell me you love me,”
The deer was no longer Johnny, it was you. The headlights were on you and you felt yourself freeze in front of him. You had only said the L word to a total of three people in your life, Mark, your mom, and Jungkook but honestly you were fifteen you didn’t know better. After the Jungkook situation you hadn’t said it someone in a way that it way, of course, with your family it was different but in that way you had only said it to one person. “I can’t, not because I don’t want to. I just can’t, you should go.”
Johnny had a look on his face you couldn’t quite read, it was a look you hadn’t seen on his face and it only made you feel confused. His head shook once more before he made his way to the door, his eyes met yours for one last time as he opened the door. Neither of you could say anything but the tension was thick, you knew all you had to do was say those three little words and everything would be fixed. The only issue was, would you mean it?
Your eyes kept wandering across the room at a small little water feature the expensive room had, you knew Jaehyun paid over three thousand dollars for this whole room to yourselves but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The memory of Johnny’s eyes still haunted you when ever yours would fall shut and it kind of freaked you out. It was just another of Jaehyun’s fake dates, the second one in a week and not even a week from where you had turned Johnny down. Honestly you didn’t turn him down but you left him without an answer and seemed worse than an actual no. the feeling of uncertainty was a lot worse than rejection, it was a feeling of being stuck and not being able to move on. Sighing you turned to look over at Jaehyun whose lips were moving yet you had no idea what he was talking about.
It made you feel a little bad that you weren’t paying attention to the man in front of you but you had your mind somewhere. Your eyes found Jaehyun’s making him stop talking and finally sigh, he slumped back against the plush seat behind him. His arms moved to cross over his chest as his eyes studied you. “Spill it out, you barely touched your food and by the looks of it you heard nothing of what I just said,”
“No, it’s fine. It’s nothing really,” you said as you grabbed your glass of water almost chugging half of it down before looking at the over decorated room.
“Well, if you had paid attention you would’ve reacted at the fact that I mentioned that my parents want to meet you,” Jaehyun said as you pushed the steamed vegetables from one side to the other of your plate, rolling your eyes as he spoke. “I know you’re going to say no and I’m not exactly happy about bringing you home yet, but it’s not for me. It’s for Jaemin,”
Your head snapped back up as you looked at Jaehyun, it wasn’t for him to spill on personal things. Even on your dates he never spoke about his family, his life, or his business which was understable you were still a stranger but since you were still here he must have thought he was safe. On the other hand, you knew very little about the Jung family. From what you had heard from Mark, Jaemin was only a year younger than him and was somehow one of the nicest guys in the world. In the world you lived there was only one school that was trusted by the surrounding families, so of course Mark knew this kid.
Jaemin was the school’s prodigy, he graduated a year early and was due to inherit the Jung law firm but due to Jaemin sudden sickness the title was handed to Jaehyun who now used you as his toy. No one knew what Jaemin had and how it all happened, they just knew that from one day to the next he was gone. Slowly nodding your head you could only sigh at his question. Leaning over and standing up, you dropped the white napkin on top of your plate of expensive steak and pasta. Your hands tugged down your black Balmain dress down from your hip where it scrunched up. “Since I’m doing it I’m calling this off early, I’m leaving.”
The next time you saw Jaehyun he was dressed in a button shirt that looked crisp and clean unlike the ones he wore to the office. Those were always wrinkly due to the activities he participated in. He was polished and his hair was slicked back, he actually looked like a CEO, you thought to yourself as he stretched his hand out for yours. Neither of you ever held hands he always just kept his arm around your waist but never done that. Shaking your hand you tried to fix the chiffon dress before reaching for his hand, the Saint Laurent dress you were wearing was only a bit more expensive than the small Cartier ring around your finger. Although the house you had just stepped in was probably worth more than all the money you could imagine or that you had. The italian marble floor was shining throughout the foyer that seemed never to have an ending row of marble sculptures. A smile made its way to your lips as you looked at each one as you walked past them, you knew the details on them were not cheap and none of these could be less than twenty thousand each.
“Brother! Ah, you finally brought your princess home! Y/N, welcome! I’m so glad to finally meet you, Jaehyun has talked dad’s ear off about you and how proud he is of you,” the voice came from a boy who was walking towards the both of you, his smile was soft and he gave off the happy vibes which reminded you of what Mark said about Jaemin. “Oh! Where are my manners, I’m Jaemin,” Jaemin said as he reached the both of you, he wrapped Jaehyun in a hug and then went over to you to give you one too catching you off guard.
“Yes, I’ve heard about you. I think you and my younger brother used to go to school together,” you smiled as he pulled back from you, in the corner of your eye you saw Jaehyun reach over and move his arm around you making you feel a bit more comfortable. You reminded yourself it was fake but it somehow made you feel safe.
“Uh, right, Mark is it?”
“That’s him,” you nodded your head and turned slightly to glance over at Jaehyun whose eyes were already on you. There was an exchange of smiles between the both of you as you turned your attention back to Jaemin in front of you.
“How is he doing? He was modeling along with Jeno and Lucas back when we were in school from what I recall,” Jaemin said as a smile grew over his lips, you could see why the Jung family was known for their looks. Both Jaehyun and Jaemin were gorgeous and anyone you knew would have killed for a date with either men.
“Still modeling, keeping himself busy,”
“That sounds great, please do send him my regards,”
“I will.”
During dinner Jaehyun’s mother asked you about your work, your mother, your family, and pretty much everything in the book. She didn’t seem too excited when you told her you were a model and if you had looked close enough you would have seen the roll of her eyes at the mention of the word ‘model’. On the other hand Jaehyun’s father seemed to love you, he kept repeating how much Jaehyun had changed for the better and how proud he was of him. Jaehyun on the other hand looked nervous the whole time they were interrogating you and as well when they praised him. You looked back at him and leaned closer to him, softly patting his knee as you kept on answering questions that were being shot your way. He relaxed under your touch and leaned in to whisper a faint thank you making you nod your head.
By the end of dessert Jaehyun was talking to his dad about the recent case in the office while his mom had stood up and left the table excusing herself. You couldn’t help but to look over at Jaemin who had a grin on his lips. “Jae, I’m going to steal your beautiful princess and show her the rest of the sculptures in the garden while you talk with dad,”
“You don't have to Jaemin,” Jaehyun quickly said as he stood up from his seat right after Jaemin had already gotten up and was making his way to you. There was something in Jaehyun’s voice that you couldn’t quite read which made you look at Jaemin’s whose grin had turned into a small smile.
“I know, it’s fine.”
The both of you walked down the bushes of roses with scattered sculptures every ten feet or so. The Jung family was old money and not compared to yours which seemed to have come out at a strike of luck with your mother, the only reason your family was respected was due to the designer house making such big revenue. The Jungs were a family of lawyers, ‘The best in the country’ as some newspapers had said. Shrugging you pushed the thoughts away as Jaemin lead the way down the path. “These are gorgeous Jaemin,”
“Yeah, I think they were all imported from Europe back when I was younger, although I think it was a stupid idea though. Jeno and I broke one two years ago while playing cricket,” there was a snicker that came out of his lips as he looked towards the statue with half of its head missing. It was no longer the rock who seemed soft but you could see the jagged edges of where the ball made its impact on the white marble. “Anyways the reason I brought you out here is because I have to thank you,”
“Thank me?”
“Listen, I know the whole ‘Jaehyun and Y/N’ thing is a lie and if I’m being completely honest it was kind of my idea. Not with you specifically but he’s doing it to save me, kinda,” Jaemin sighed as he sat down on one of the benches on the path. There was sculptured bodies of marble on either side but he patted the spot next to you. The sound of your fake relationship being known made a part of you panic internally. Were you not selling it? Should you have kissed Jaehyun before leaving him with his father? You could only mentally groan to yourself as you sat down next to Jaemin. “It’s really complicated so if you need me to stop please, feel free to. Also, I know what you’re thinking and for your information you have my father sold. My mother on the other hand will take more convincing but I’m sure that won’t be necessary,”
“Okay so, I’m gay,” he paused for a second before continuing, his eyes were on you and you swore he could pretty much see every inch of your brain ticking and running at full speed, “You also know the world we live in isn’t exactly the most understanding, I know it’s 2019 and stuff but like.. When I told our parents they flipped you know? I was supposed to be the wonderkid, the chosen one, the prodigy for the law firm. I mean, that’s why I studied so hard, graduated early, and got the internship with my dad while studying in college. All of it just to become the next man of the Jung family, the chosen one after the first attempt failed. I'm not trying to blame Jaehyun for our parents picking me but he fucked up and our mom couldn't bare to see another failure to happen so I got pushed into the picture. I'm not going to go into detail on what Jaehyun did, it’s not my place to say but that’s why he was sent overseas to study, so I became the main focus for them. I went to school, I fell in love, and at first I thought it was stupid I couldn't like a boy. Then everything just happened and suddenly I was like wow I’m gay.” Jaemin’s eyes were no longer bright, they gave off sad vibe that made you feel cold making you wish you brought your coat with you. In the short time you had met Jaemin you knew it was an odd sight to see him in another mood that wasn’t happy or something related to that feeling.
“Anyways, Jeno asked me to be in the cover of this gay magazine next month with him and I feel like it’s a perfect way to come out. That's why Jaehyun is doing this with you, he’s bringing himself the spotlight for my freedom. What I'm really trying to say is thank you, thank you for being with him and doing this.”
You were speechless at Jaemin’s confession although part of you wanted to know what had Jaehyun done in the past to have cost him the title of leader of the Jung family. Shaking your head you looked back at Jaemin who had tears in his eyes, he reminded you so much of Mark. Truthfully you knew where Jaehyun was coming from now, not that the way he had asked was good the man pretty much blackmailed you with baggage that wasn’t even yours, but you knew where he was coming from. “Your parents don’t know anything about this, do they?”
Jaemin shook his head as he sighed and looked up at the sky, “They have already given my spot to Jaehyun for me saying I’m gay, can you imagine what they’ll do the moment I publically come out?” he turned his head to you and you could only furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head you reached over and took one of his hands between yours.
“I know we don’t know each other very well, but like, if you ever need a place to crash or a friend to vent out on my door will always be open.”
After Jaemin’s confession to you there was a part of you that wanted to be nicer to Jaehyun but it only brought back the fact that he blackmailed you into doing this. There was another thing bugging you in the back of your mind, why did Jaehyun pick you out of every single other girl at the polo match? Sighing you pushed your wet hair back as you made your way to living room where Mark was on his phone, America’s Next Top Model was playing on the tv but there was no way he was paying attention to it.
“Alright, will you spill it out? I can hear your brain trying to think for the past half hour,” Mark said as he lowered the phone from his face and turned to you as you sat down next to him. He gave you a calm look and shook his head slightly at the sight of you. The sweatpants hung around your hips were Johnny’s old gym ones from when you were still in high school with him and the oversized t-shirt that cost more than your own Gucci slippers.
“I just.. I found out some stuff about this whole deal I have with Jaehyun and I kind of get it. Why he’s doing it,” shrugging you turned your attention to the tv in front of you where Tyra was handing out photos of the remaining models that were continuing into the next level, “I would do anything for you or you know, someone I care for,”
Mark sat up more and turned to face you, there was a scrunch in his brows that only reminded you of a baby lion which made you smile. “Okay, so let’s say what he’s doing it’s somewhat acceptable and good, why did he pick you out of everyone? Or why is Johnny being dragged into this?”
“That’s the part that I need to know, Mark. I know a part of the story not everything, plus you know how hard it’s going to be to take this out of Jaehyun. He looks like he can barely stand me sometimes.”
“I think we can all relate to Jaehyun in that last part.” Mark could only roll his eyes at your last comment and let out a laugh, tilting his head away from you as you playfully punched his shoulder.
Once again you found yourself sipping on a glass of bubbly champagne in the middle of a white tent, watching Jaehyun on a horse run back and forth on the field. On the other side of the field, another game was hosted with both Johnny and Mark playing. You no longer sat in Johnny’s tent because apparently to what Mark said you were banned. It was the quarterfinals of the small superficial polo games and August coming up around the corner meaning you had to start getting ready for New York Fashion Week and try to find a dress for Irene’s wedding. The one you and Jaehyun picked was no longer one that both of you liked. Your eyes could only wander towards the other field in which you could faintly see Johnny’s team was winning by two chukkas. If you were there you would’ve probably thrown a party already.
Sighing you turned to look over at Jaehyun’s mom was talking to Mrs. Kim, Jennie’s mom, on a way of how they could get you out of the way and let their children marry each other instead. You knew there was no way Jaehyun would accept, but it was nice his mom was looking out for him and it kind of reminded you of your mom. On the other hand, Jaehyun’s dad was talking to Jaemin about how well Jaehyun had been doing at the law firm recently, which only made you proud. Your mind could only think back to the past couple of days in which in order to play the part of girlfriend of the year you had been taking Jaehyun some packed lunches while he discussed the Jeong case to you. Meanwhile Jaemin’s boyfriend, Jeno, sat next to you with his phone in his hands shamelessly scrolling through instagram. Both boys were adorable together but you knew the real reason he was here, he was going to become a part of this society with or without approval of Jaemin’s parents so he was being briefly introduced.
Pushing the button at the side of your phone, you looked at the time before getting up and walked out towards the tent for the players. Your eyes made their way towards Jaehyun who you gave a small wave as he waited for the referee to call out the start of half time. You stood no longer than five minutes until you found a pair of arms around you making you groan internally as a smile spread over your lips. “Get away, you’re sweaty and gross,”
Jaehyun’s soft chuckle vibrated against your shoulder as you turned to hand him the water bottle that was in your hands. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like it,” there was a playfulness in his tone which could only make you roll your eyes while a smile spread over your lips. You felt his hand leave your hip and moved to push back the wet hair away from his face. “Also, have my parents been bugging you?”
“No, but I do think your mother is planning on marrying you off to Jennie,” your head tilted towards where Jennie was sitting, she looked more busy trying to devour Jongin with her eyes than trying to spare Jaehyun a glance.
Jaehyun’s eyes followed the tilt of your head and he could only let out a small laugh as he pressed a kiss to your temple. It was something he had picked up on doing since mouth to mouth kissing was still a thing neither of you would attempt. “Should I propose to you within the next week then? Maybe then she’ll stop trying to find me new wives,”
“Stop that, go plan with your team. Taeyong looks like he’s ready to kill me for hoarding you too much already,” There was a soft blush coating your cheeks, you had always told yourself that everything was fake but there was something about his tone when he said certain things that made your heart flutter. Shaking your head, you pulled back from Jaehyun and gave his hands squeeze before walking towards the edge of the tent, “I gotta go check on Mark anyways, but please win.”
“You got it princess!” he called after you as your feet moved across the field making your way towards Mark who was sprawled out on one of the white couches.
“Hey punk, how does it feel to finally play after your injury,” you said as you sat down next to Mark who had a damp towel over his forehead and handed him his water bottle from the small table in front of the both of you.
“It sucks, it’s so fu- I mean, freaking hot on that horse. Please remind me how I said yes to this stupid sport?”
You smiled thinking back at when you were still in highschool, Johnny had taken off a gap year and you were on your last year while Mark was struggling to pass geometry. Johnny would come to the school at least once a week to drop you lunch and to spend your free period with you talking about how his new hobby was taking over his life. One day Mark was skipping his physics exam in the library while Johnny and you dropped by. Long story short, Johnny ended up recruiting Mark for his polo team and scolding him for skipping his exams which only made you try to hold in a laugh. The memories were soon interrupted by a cough that sounded like Johnny’s which only made you turn towards him.
“So you show up here but can’t pick up a phone call or take five seconds to answer a text?” he scoffed which made him sound bitter and you could only sigh. Yeah, you were avoiding Johnny because you couldn’t tell him what he had asked you to. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, but he was a bit too late. “But please, save your excuses. How about instead you go back to your asshole and follow him like a lost puppy again? You know like how you did just before you came back here where you know you’re not welcomed,”
There was a few gasps from the people behind you and tears stung on your eyes but you quickly blinked them back so they wouldn’t spill over your makeup covered face. “Could you not do this here?” you said through gritted teeth as you looked up at the taller man who was now in front of you.
“John,” you heard Mark say from behind you, he sounded threatening which is a tone he barely used with anyone let alone Johnny.
Johnny glanced back at Mark and shook his head as if to say stay out of it to which Mark could only hold his head up in your defence. You knew Mark and there was no way in hell he was going to back down, “Then leave, you’re not welcomed here yet you came,”
“Y/N,” placing his hand on your shoulder Mark sighed as his hand moved over to rub his eyes, he was trying to avoid this much needed argument between Johnny and you but he couldn’t control all of it at once.
“For fucks sake Johnny, I’m doing all of this because of you! All of it!”
“Why can’t you say it back then, it’s not that hard,”
“Uh, guys,” Mark was now tugging on your shirt which you could only push his hands away. You had already started it and you had to end it one way or the other no matter what your brother thought.
“Because it’s too fucking late John, if you had said those three stupid words three years ago it would’ve all been different then we wouldn’t be here! Then again who was I? The stupid best friend who saw you get fucked over by a girl who didn’t love you and I was there to collect every single piece of you that dropped. I was just the best friend, nothing else,” you sighed as your eyes stared back at the taller man in front of you. He looked taken back by your words but you weren’t going to hold anything back this time. “You were too caught up on a girl who just played with you while she kissed another man in front of your face,”
“Guys!” The both of you turned towards Mark who was discreetly pointing to Jaehyun who had just entered the tent, hearing every single word you had just said.
You saw Jaehyun chuckle from where he was standing, his arms crossed over his chest making him look bigger than he was and you mentally begged the earth to swallow you whole. Jaehyun made his way towards you and leaned into your ear to whisper, “We will discuss this later, is that understood?” You could only nod at his words before he pressed his lips to yours, this was the first kiss that the both of you shared. His lips were a bit chapped against your own but they were plush and a bit sweet from the snacks he ate to recover his energy before they called him into the next round.
Before you could do anything with your hands he moved away from you and took your hand tugging you with him, his hand squeezing yours a bit too hard for your liking but you knew why he had done it. As the both of you reached the edge of the tent, Jaehyun turned back to look over at Johnny who hadn’t moved a single inch since you were tugged away from him and Mark. “Good luck Jonathan with winning your game, I’ll see you at the finals. Well that is, if you’re lucky enough.”
Trying to get Jaehyun to direct a word to you during the remaining time at the polo field was like trying to get water out of a rock. When you had finally worn out his patience on you he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the farthest corner of the tent, “We’re not talking about it now so go sit your pretty ass back in that chair, put on your cutest fake smile, and kiss me when ever I come back to you. Don’t worry our deal will be over sooner than you think, then you can run back into your stupid boy’s arms like nothing happened and you can tell him how much you love him.”
Jaehyun’s lips pressed to yours but this time they felt different, they were rougher against yours and his hands gripped your hips. His lips were salty from the sweat that dripped down as he moved under the blazing sun. There was something in the back of your head that screamed and yelled at you to move away from him but there was also a tug on your heart that made you want to stay with him.
The rest of the remaining game kept you walking back and forth between the couch and the edge of the tent. Jaehyun was playing too rough and you knew the referee was just holding back until he did severe fault so he could kick him off the field. On the other hand, from the other corner of the field you could see Mark screaming something over to Johnny who was dashing from one side of the court to the other. Sighing you could only sit back down on the couch next to Jeno, you knew if you kept on walking there would’ve been a hole on the path by the end of the night.
As the game finished the referee shook Jaehyun’s hand, they had won once again and so had Johnny’s team. Both men were brought to the middle of the field to shake hands, although neither of them stretched their hands out. You knew why but there was cheers of people around you, they knew nothing about the rivalry that was going to come up in the next game. Jaehyun was only an inch shorter than Johnny but he stood his ground, his eyes never wavering to make it seem like he was scared of the older male. On the other hand, you knew Johnny wasn’t going to back down unless Jaehyun did so first which only made you sigh. Their gazes gave off the I’m going to kill you kind of vibe but there was only a handful of people who caught that, one of them being Taeyong who was walking towards you with a gentler but same look in his eyes. “What did you do?”
“Excuse me?” you quickly said back with a questioning look in your eyes. Taeyong was the kind of guy who gave off the I’m hard on the outside but soft on the inside kind of look but at this moment you were terrified. Of course, you did your best to hide it because spilling the truth in front of him wouldn’t gain you any sympathy.
“Spill, I know you caused something. Ever since half time Jaehyun has been playing too rough, we all knew and it’s been a miracle the referee didn’t take him out. So, spill it,” he said it again and you could feel a small wave of nerves rush over you, although that seemed to subdue when you felt a familiar hand around your shoulders.
“Leave her out of it, Taeyong.”
The car ride back to Jaehyun’s appartement was quiet, not only did the both of you not want the driver to hear what you guys were about to say but you had a feeling Jaehyun was putting sentences together in his head much like you were. His hand was still in yours, his fingers were rough from holding the mallet for so long but you didn’t seem to care. It had become a familiar touch, specially when he rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb which was something he did when he was nervous. Jaehyun wasn’t a person to get nervous easily, he was also not the person who would get scared either. On the other hand he was sweet to you when the both of you were out on your pretend dates, he held doors open for you and even shared his drinks with you. In the back of your mind you knew it it wasn’t real but a small part of you always thought they weren’t. Especially when he had bared so many of his secrets to you, a total stranger.
He had told you the reason he wasn’t his parents first choice to be the next CEO, on why he was sent to America to study while Jaemin quickly took his spot and became the favorite child. At the end of highschool he was pushed into studying law which is how he found himself twisted into a life that he didn’t ask for. You didn’t want to ask explanations, after all you weren’t more than the fake girlfriend. According to what Jaehyun said he found himself in the wrong crowd, doing the things at the wrong time and the wrong place. Social media made nothing better of the situation and once the press got hold of it they went wild. Once his parents found out there was nothing he could do but either go on his own will or be exiled from his own family. At that moment you knew he was the way he was, he didn’t have a hard life but he had terrible experiences that you barely knew about.
Getting out of the car, Jaehyun made his way towards you and took your hand once again. His grip was no longer as harsh as it was back at the polo field but it still felt distant and you could only feel your nerves get more shaky as you both walked into his apartment. “Jaemin’s photoshoot cover comes out next month, don’t worry only about two months or so of being with me so you can run back to Johnny,” Jaehyun said as he dropped his keys on the small coffee table in the middle of his living room.
“Jae,” you pleaded as you followed him into the kitchen, he was reaching for a clean glass as he turned to look at you and sighed.
“You want to know why I picked you out of all the girls I could’ve had anyone, but you want to know why you?” there was a small sarcastic sigh that made his way out of his lips as he turned towards you. His shirt was no longer tucked inside his white pants as he made his way up to you. “I was a regular guy in highschool who was on the A list trying to make good grades in order to inherit one of the biggest companies in our society. Meanwhile you were in love with a senior who had no idea you existed as more than just a friend. You only knew I existed until I took Rose from Johnny, I was the bad guy of the story. The player as I know lots of girls in our grade would say but did you see that? Of course not, you went along with the rumors,”
There was a slight pause as he turned to look at the sink and then back at you, he was about to spill everything to you and all you could do is bite down on your lip nervously. “You were too far up Johnny’s ass to notice anyone else and here I was, willing to take one for the team and let you be happy. That’s why I dated Rose, just so you could be happy with Johnny which never happened so I was with her for nothing. Just another stupid sixteen year old boy giving up his happiness so his crush could get the guy she wanted,”
Inside your head there were a million thoughts going through your mind, one of which was with Jaehyun in particular only back when the both of you were still in high school he went by Yoonoh. That’s why things never clicked inside your head, you looked back at the man in front of you and then to the nearest spot where you could sit. Sitting down you could only cover your face with your hands despite feeling his eyes trace every single move you made.
“I took Rose from Johnny so he could see the gift he had in front of him yet he only noticed you when you were taken from him. Everyone in our year thought the both of you were dating until they asked him and he denied it. I know taking Rose from him sent him into a wild ride of partying and going against whatever his parents said, which I can relate to but,” with a shrug he pulled off his shirt and started walking back towards his bedroom, “I picked you because even if it was fake for you, everything I did for you was real to me.”
Arriving at JFK, you wrapped the faux fur coat around your body tighter sighing at the cold New York weather. Although you hated the weather you loved the thrill of Fashion Week, there was always a buzz in the air and you could only try to hold back your excitement. On the other hand you were very glad that you were out of town, no Jaehyun to worry about, no Johnny to look after, and most importantly no drama. The only drama you had to live with at the moment was trying to survive the show without twisting your ankle as you walked down the runway.
Mark walked with you into the dark SUV that was picking the both of you to take you to your apartment for the week. “Have you talked to either of them?” Mark asked as the both of you dropped your carry on the floor beside your feet while turning to see each other.
There was a nervous laughter that ended far too quickly for it to be genuine, “Does it look like I have?” pulling out your phone you glanced through instagram, liking a few pictures of your model friends mentioning they were on their way to New York for fashion week.
“Wait, so you mean to tell me, you ran away from Jaehyun’s apartment after he pretty much confessed he had feelings for you still?”
“You put it in such bad words, it makes me seem like a terrible person,” you mumbled as you looked back at your brother who had his arms crossed over his chest. There was a serious look on his face and you couldn’t help but to think of a concentrated baby lion ready to pounce, “But, I guess yeah.”
“I can’t believe you, but you know Johnny is coming with Rose to see the Yeezy show on Thursday right?”
At the mention of Rose’s name you could only blink in surprise, turning to look over at Mark but he was already invested in his phone. “With Rose?”
“Yeah, from what he told me before we left she hit him up last weekend, asked him if he was going so they’re coming down together I guess. I thought Doyoung was coming with him but I guess not.” Mark said as he adjusted the neck pillow around his neck and let his eyes fall shut, the neither of you wanting to bring up the subject again.
“Right.”
The clothes you had sent in weeks prior to your arrival were neatly set into racks across the room in which you were staying. You were in the middle of picking outfits as your phone started going off, it was the ringtone you had set for Jaehyun. There was a small sense of guilt but also a tingling at the pit of your stomach that you knew were not butterflies, most likely that burrito you ate from Chipotle. Sighing you looked at the screen, quickly reading the text message from your boyfriend.
[6.29 pm] jae: hey, i know you probably don’t want to talk to me but have fun in ny. i hope you arrived well and i’m sure you’re going to do great in your shows, i truly do wish you the best.
There was a smile that crept over your lips as you read the message a couple of times before laying back on the floor. After the third fake date in which the both of you went to watch Venom, you remembered you had asked him why he was so formal on text to which he replied he didn’t know how to talk to you which is why he was that formal. Since then your conversations with him were more carefree and you had changed his contact name to just jae. Biting down on your lip you read the message again before typing back a quick text and hitting the small blue button to send.
[6.34 pm] you: it’s fine, but thank you.
[6.35 pm] jae: no problem, i know you’re gonna kill that runway.
The three grey dots appeared on your screen and quickly disappeared, he was writing more than what he had sent which made you frown but that quickly changed when you received the following message.
[6.39 pm] jae: also, i wanted to ask you before i show up if it would be okay if i go? it would be good publicity you know for jaemin and stuff…
[6.40 pm] you: sounds good to me.
[6.42 pm] jae: cool, could you open the door?
Furrowing your eyebrows you looked down at your phone and then through the open door in your room. You walked down the hallway and into the small living room that opened into the kitchen to find Mark. His headphones were in his ears and dancing along to his music while he made a sandwich. He didn’t even notice you until you stood in front of the small island that was in the middle of the kitchen. “What? I’m still a kid in development,”
“I didn’t say anything Markus, but hey, has the door rung or anything right?
“Uh no?” Mark gave you a look of confusion as you walked towards the door and leaned up on your tiptoes to look over the small hole on the door. You could only see someone’s back to which you pulled out your phone again to see the message from Jaehyun. Pulling the door open the person turned and there he was, Jung Jaehyun. There was a lump in your throat that you had barely noticed until you finally swallowed it down which made him give you a tiny smile from the corner of his lips.
“Hey,”
“Hi,” you could only say that in return, a part of you was surprised but the other part of you wanted to run and hide from whatever feeling you were feeling now. Your eyes took in the man in front of you, the circles under his eyes were a bit darker than usual and his hair was dyed a purpley grey color which somehow fitted him nicely. He also looked a bit thinner than the last time you saw him which was about three weeks ago, but of course in order to keep your relationship believable you kept posting pictures of the two of you as constantly as possible on instagram. “I didn’t expect you to be here so soon,”
There was a small chuckle that came from his lips, although his eyes didn’t meet yours but instead they were focused on the floor. “I wanted to send flowers ahead but you’re not into the whole romantic vibe so instead I shot my shot through text,” he said as he looked back to you, with a shy smile over his lips.
“I have to say it worked then,” you quickly answered back which only made his smile grow bigger. There was not many times Jaehyun smiled, especially not for the press so you could only count this as a win even if it was only the two of you.
“Did it?”
“I think so.”
Backstage was hectic, there were at least 6 makeup artists running from model to model fixing their last minute errors. You loved the rush it brought to you but at the same time there was a feeling of nervousness running throughout your body. Mark was changing into another outfit due to the hair stylist dropping hair gel on his white shirt. Virgil was walking up and down the line of models making sure everyone was okay before entering the runway. A small deep breath made its way through your lips and soon enough you began walking into the room that was your runway.
While walking you remembered to keep your head up and eyes forward, to keep your ‘resting bitch face’ on, and most importantly not to stumble as you moved. Your eyes were glued to the spot in front of you but from the corner of your eyes could still catch the phones and cameras flashing from besides you as you walked. You took notice of Jaehyun who was sitting down at the front row towards the middle of the runway with his phone in one hand recording everything while his eyes were locked on only you. The denim dress you wore fit on you like a glove but it was quickly swapped with a pair of white pants and a denim trench coat that went down to your knees. Your own feet moved on their own accord that you had forgotten was there in the first place. This side was confident, uncaring towards the world around you and you loved it, you were a rebel here.
The rest of the day was a blur, you remember pictures being taken of you with the rest of the models, Mark laughing so loud everyone turned to look at him, Virgil popping open a bottle of expensive champagne and handing everyone glasses, oh and also Jaehyun helping you into the car on the way back to your temporary apartment. At that point you were tipsy but not fully drunk, you knew where your were but there was a slight fuzz around your surroundings. Helping you out of the car once it had stopped, Jaehyun’s hand stayed on your hip until the both of you had reached the front door.
“So, I think this is where I leave you,” Jaehyun said as you opened the front door. There was a look in his eyes you couldn’t recall seeing before but you just shrugged it off before stepping in.
“Why don’t you just stay, Mark isn’t gonna be back until the middle of the night most likely. Specially since Lucas was walking alongside us, he’s a party boy and drags Mark to wild places..” you shuddered at the thought of another of Lucas’ party’s they were just a little too much for your liking.
Jaehyun chuckled and shrugged as he walked up to you, holding the door for you to enter. A smile made its way to your lips as you walked inside leaning beside the couch to take off your heels. Unclasping the buckle you threw the shoe somewhere on the floor, although before you could make your way to take off the other one Jaehyun was already helping you with the other shoe.
“You know, these shoes are worth a lot more than what you think and yet here you are throwing them like they are a only twenty bucks,” a smile peaked through his lips as he set the shoe down next to you and stood back up. “C’mon, I’ll tuck you in before I go,”
Stretching out his hand Jaehyun took your hand in his, his thumb slowly stroking your hand as you both walked towards your bedroom. There was a billion questions that you wanted to ask but none of them could come out, it was as if your tongue was a tangled into a bunch of knots and you had no idea how to get rid of them. Jaehyun laid in your bed as you took your time changing out of the designer clothes. You knew you had to return them but you weren’t too worried about it as you slipped into your comfy shorts and an oversized pastel Gucci t-shirt. There was shuffling coming from your room but you decided to ignore it as you washed the makeup off your face. After layers of skin care were applied to your skin you walked back to find Jaehyun looking out the long window.
“You know, I wish we could stay like this. No fighting, no problems, just us enjoying our lives without caring for the rest of the people,” sighing Jaehyun turned to you. You hand your hands behind your back as you looked at him with worried eyes. There was bags under his eyes and you could only walk towards him and let your hands your his face. Your thumbs caressed his cheeks, softly moved under his eyes and then slowly traced over his lips. “I want us,”
Jaehyun’s hands went to grab yours and you could only let out a small gasp, over both the motion and his words, “Do you mean that?” Your voice came out as a whisper as you turned to him. If you lifted yourself up on your tippy toes, your lips would align and that single thought made your cheeks burn.
A pair of lips were pressed against your own in a matter of seconds and your could only stand still. Jaehyun was kissing you, of course, he had kissed you plenty of times but nothing like this. There were always meaningless, nothing more than the agreement you had taken in order to save Johnny. Although now Johnny was the least person in your mind, all you could think about was Jaehyun. Your lips began to move against him and it felt as if they were made for one another. His lips were chapped and tasted of that peach lip balm he insisted on getting shipped all the way from Japan.
“I don’t get it Jung, there’s plenty of lip balms in the grocery store why do you want this one?” You asked as you sat in front of him while he typed away in his office. Jaehyun was in his work clothes and was trying to eat his turkey sandwich you had made him while trying to type on his desktop.
“It smells nice like vanilla and peaches, leave me alone, I like that kind but they only sell it in Japan,” he said as he swallowed his food and reached for the empty balm container from your hand. “I got it last time I was there on business with my father, we got there just in time to see the cherry blooms it was a really such beautiful sight,”
Jaehyun looked at the balm and then at you, there was a faint red color in his ears. You had manage to figure out that came from when he felt shy or embarrassed around you. A soft smile creeped over your lips and you leaned into further in, your elbows resting on the desk with your face in your hands, “I’ve never been to Japan.”
“I guess I gotta take you there next, huh?”
The memory floated in your mind as you pulled away from the kiss, your hands gripping on to the front of his shirt. His hands weighted softly on your hips as your eyes nervously met his, the height difference was seriously making you feel a lot smaller than you knew you were. Jaehyun’s hands moved from your hips to hold you closely with his hands to your back, it was a soft gesture but it felt intimate for some reason. Mentally you weighed the pros and cons of your current situation, but soon enough you threw everything out of the window and leaned up to press your lips back against Jaehyun’s. You felt him smile as your lips moved against his, there was a tingle of excitement fluttering through your bloodstream and all you could think was of the man in front of you.
Jaehyun moved his hands slowly back down until they reached the middle of your thighs, softly squeezing them telling you to jump. The flutter in your stomach was something you never felt before and all you could do was follow instructions, moving your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed. There was kisses pressed to your lips, your jaw and neck but all you could feel was the beat of your heart that rang through your ears. You knew there was no way Jaehyun hadn’t heard it yet. His hands held you firmly while yours cupped his face as you turned him to look at you. Now that he was fully himself in front of you it took you a moment to breath in all of his features. His cheeks that had slimmed down a bit since you saw him but were still round and you knew behind they hid his precious dimples. That gorgeous smile that seemed to blind you everytime he would grin at your sarcasm, his laugh whenever you spilled too much of Mark’s stupid ideas to him. His eyes had small lines of where they would crease when he would smile too hard and you thought it was beautiful.
“You have no idea how much I dreamed of this,” you felt Jaehyun whisper against your skin, making your lips break out into a goofy grin. As Jaehyun set you down and your hands reached over to grab him by his shirt, pulling back from you only to take it off. The sight of the shirtless man in front of you could only make a blush cover your cheeks.
There was a soft smile that lingered over Jaehyun’s lips when he leaned down to press a gentle kiss over your lips. “How much then?” you asked as your hands moved down his chest until they reached his hips.
“So much I thought I’d burst when I first kissed you on our second fake date,” he let out a small chuckle as he glanced back at you, his ears were a soft red color that looked almost pink. Bringing your hand up and pushing his hair off his face you could only grin at his confession, who would have thought Jung Jaehyun was such a softie?
It was the middle of the day when your phone buzzed letting you know you had gotten a new message. Bringing your hands up to your eyes and rubbing out the eyes you tried to focus on your surroundings. The light shining through your windows said that it was no longer morning, more like midday and you could only sigh. Sitting up you reached over for your phone and looked at the message on your screen.
[1.27 pm] Jung Jaehyun: I’m picking you up on ten, be ready.
Groaning you made your way out of bed and into the shower, letting the water wake you up. While you washed your hair you heard a couple of voices coming from outside the bathroom, “Dude, I’m telling you, she just woke up,”
“Well, she’s not asleep. Y/N, if you’re hiding just so you can skip on the date I’ll tell that giant you call friend!” you heard Jaehyun’s muffled voice and you could only sigh as you made your way out of the shower. Wrapping the white fluffy towel around your wet body, you slowly walked back into your bedroom to find Mark trying to pull Jaehyun out of your bedroom.
“There’s no need to Jaehyun,” you said walking past both boys and towards your closet, pulling out a new outfit, “Now, if you don’t mind I need to get dressed. At those words, Mark tugged Jaehyun away letting you to get dressed alone.
Jaehyun held your hand as the both of you walked down the park, his hand was soft and his thumb would brush against your knuckles every other step. The weather nice in contrast of the other days, the sun was shining down on your skin and you could only be grateful you applied sunscreen before leaving your apartment. There was families with their children playing on the playground, ladies jogging past you with their dogs on leashes, even some elderly people sitting on benches enjoying the day.
“I contacted some photographers so they can get some pictures of us being cute on this date,” Jaehyun said as he pulled you towards the edge of the lake. There was a few ducks swimming on the edge with little ducklings trying to follow after them. “If we stay here they’d get good pictures,”
You could only nod along to his comment as he moved a hand around you, his hand lingering on your lower back. It was such a gentle touch you could only relax back into hist ouch as you leaned closer in the man beside you. Pulling out a small bag of birdseed from his pocket, Jaehyun handed you the bag as you threw it carefully towards the ducks who just moved in closer to the both you. A smile spread over your lips and you turned towards Jaehyun who was already looking at you with a fond look in his eyes that only made you blush. Before you could turn away to hide the color in your cheeks, Jaehyun’s hand found its way to your cheek holding you in place as his lips met yours.
For a brief second you closed your eyes and enjoyed the kiss, the way Jaehyun’s lips tasted of the coffee he had sipped at your apartment, the way his lips were still chapped from biting them too much. As you pulled back you made a mental note to tease him about his chapped lips which only made you smile and turn back to the ducks.
Looking back at the man above you, there was only one thought that kept running through your mind. Jaehyun. On the other hand you should be thinking about how his hands were under your shirt, his fingertips rough and slightly cold against your skin which only made goosebumps run along your thighs. “May I?” Jaehyun whispered as he pushed the shirt up to reveal your grey cotton panties. At the moment you mentally smacked yourself, you were looking like a model less than 5 hours ago yet here you are in the most boring panties in front of the guy who you were about to have sex with. “Stop over thinking it, I can hear the gears moving inside your head. We can stop and cuddle if you’d like,”
“No, that’s not it,” you groaned and pulled your shirt off to reveal your naked torso for him, blushing slightly and bringing your hands to cover your chest slightly. “I just picked the most boring panties for this occasion,”
A soft laugh could be heard from Jaehyun’s lips as he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, “Well, I think they’re perfect regardless.” There was a reassuring smile on his lips as he leaned up to look as you before taking your hands into his, the soft breeze of the moment made your nipples harden which only made Jaehyun swallow. His eyes were no longer the soft brown they always were, they were now a richer dark brown that almost looked black that kind of intimidated you.
Before you could do anything Jaehyun’s lips were on the skin between your breasts, pressing gentle kisses down the middle of your torso towards the edge of your panties. They left a trail of wet kisses as they made their way back up towards your breasts. His lips pressed against one of your nipples while his hand was brought up to the other, gently pinching your nipple at the same time his lips latched onto the other. The swirl of his tongue only made you want to clench your thighs together although he was in the way of you being able to do that. There was a feeling of heat throughout your body as if your skin was on fire as Jaehyun’s lips danced along your skin. By the end of the night you were a mess of moans and whimpers, there was small bruises scattering your skin. Some were across your chest while others were at such intimate spots you couldn’t even see unless you were bared to the world, not that it would happen in general but it was nice to point out. With your head resting on Jaehyun’s chest while his fingers moved through your hair, taking out any knots that might have formed from the previous activities, you slowly drifted to sleep. Your mind only thinking over the man who was with you and not caring about the rest of the world.
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this is for hayley! @whistlingwillows a dear friend <3333
it’s meant to be a birthday present haha. i just want to shower you in love;;; so thought maybe i could go through as many of your fics and comment on them :^)))
(TO EVERYONE ELSE: please go to @whistlingwillows blog and read her fics!!! they are SO FCKIN GOOD AND AMAZING AND UGH HER MIND (it’s a lot of mcu and her bucky and steve fics are a*. i DEFINITELY RECOMMEND))
i wish you a VERY happy birthday and i hope we stay friends for many more years <3333333333
i’m going through your masterlist heehee ;)))
ah first off, nice theme! i never could rlly see it before because i’m always on mobile heehee. also sorry for not reviewing them before??? i don’t usually read fics on tumblr as you’ve probably guessed;;
anyways, IM GON REVIEW THE SHIT OUT OF THESE >:DDDD
far from home - bucky x stark sister!reader
firstly, i like how youre introducing the reader from buckys pov, like you can sort of already gather what shes like from them
‘Bucky can hear Tony’s soft inhale, feel the intensity of the man’s glare directed at Steve. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but a twitch of muscle would be enough to alert both men that he’s here. With the amount of tension crackling in the air, a brush against the wall would be equivalent to a thousand cymbals crashing in cacophony.’
IM CRYING ALREADY. the imagery in here is GLORIOUS. your tone here is so fitting! oo and the alliteration here is perfecto
ooooooo!! the backstory coming in 👀👀
‘despite what some people think that Steve and Captain America are two different personas, there will always be parts of Steve in the Avenger, and parts of the Avenger in Steve. They both want to believe in something good. They are, after all, one in the same.// Just as how Bucky and the Winter Soldier are the same man despite everything. HYDRA simply amplified the hate, fertilized the seeds of rage, curated the quiet thunder within his soul, within James Buchanan Barnes so that the Winter Soldier could thrive.’
yIKES! lol this is very character study like! nICE. it hurts tho, my poor children, i love you both
oo ‘starlight eyes’ that is a very nice way of describing them
‘“Then what was London?” The protesters. “São Paulo?” The earthquake. “Vancouver?” Freezing cold water.//“Look, I care if Stark’s gonna run us over trying to find her. I care enough because she’s part of our team. Come off it, Steve. I know she can take care of herself. I’m gonna take a nap. Dr. Cho said no partying post-Singapore and what do you know, we throw the biggest party ever.’
ooo singapore uwu and london? (coincidence? haha jkjk) and the hints abt reader and buckys background are so good?? but so annoying??? like i just wanna KNOW yknow??
‘The water runs copper and the sting bites at his palm as he tries not to think. Tries to focus on the numbing cold that runs over his skin.’
your imagery is so vivid?? im actually in awe??? i am so regretful i havent kept reading your fics. like i know they are amazing, i just keep putting them off??? idk man. hopefully this makes up for it (gd tho, im still not done with commenting on one fic. this is what im doing with my motivation teehee ;)
‘ He feels weak. Tired. He wants to go back to bed but he also wants to stay out in the sun for a few hours more. The sun kisses his skin through the windows and he squints against the blue sky, wondering ‘
mood during this quarantine lol
‘“Oh, right.” Your voice is flat, uninterested, cold, as you stare at him. “You killed my parents.”Shit.‘
OUCH LMAO THATS C O L D, O GOT +100 PHYSIC DAMAGE FROM JUST READING THAT
ooo robin as a nickname noice. very much gives me batman vibes lol
oh! and the way of doing the ‘flashback’ is neat! very original. it both tells us what happened AND buckys reaction to it again. he can re-analyse himself and reader. very cool
‘If you walk away now, don’t bother coming back!” Silence. Bucky can hear his own strained breathing, your soft sigh as you soaked in his ultimatum.’
👀👀 yikes that ultimatum. :// not good bucky. tbf theyre both trying to hurt each other but Yikes
eyy!!! readers pov!! finally! and the switch after we find out the outsiders pov? brilliant
oh no :(( more angst
‘When’s the last time you saw your therapist?”“Don’t have one. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”’ they BOTH need therapists;;;;
very good fic!!! :DD they rlly do hate each other! i definitely like how you went back and forth with the timeline! it gave me a v strong idea on what yn was like even before we rlly got introduced. i am now very curious on where reader is? i love your characterisations!
i will read the 10k+ fics but heck the last one took me ages lolol (i will comment in the future tho!! i promise <3 ) (that took me over an hour jjhghgdjh)
slipping away- amnesiac modern bucky x reader
omg,,, AMNESIA! >:DDDDDD
‘ Put your fucking seatbelt on’
oh no, istg theyre going to have a car crash arent they (’ doesn’t put the seatbelt on to spite you.’ NO PLEASE PUT IT ON U DUMBASS)
ok,,,,, at LEAST he put it on before he got hit, thank heck. but still. youre so cruel to your poor characters lmaoo
oh gosh
‘You fall apart slowly, like pieces of you peeling away until you’re nothing more than your broken heart. The sobs that wrack your body are relentless and you shove your forearm into your mouth to muffle your cries. You want to bite into your skin. You want to distract yourself from the agony tearing you to shreds. You want to feel anything but the pain.///Tears sweep into your hair, cloud your vision and your whole face floods with heat as you try to breathe through the pain. You’re cleaved into pieces on that bed, eyes squeezed shut as the tears keep flowing, and your throat burns’
this hurts damn, it is so vivid?? i can really feel it
i am so glad you got into writing yk?? so glad
NO PLS, TELL HIM. TELL HIM :((( ‘shes nice once you get to know her?? shes known nat for years now!! years!!
oh god ‘he looks younger without the burden of your time together’ this is so angsty omg
‘Well, he was stumbling through his apology and I just let him finish.” Your body fills with warmth as you remember his embarrassed smile, the way he shoved his baseball cap farther down his head, chin tucked to his chest, trying to hide that face. “When he was done, I opened my mouth to say something polite but what came out was ‘You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss’.”
this is so soft i stg im crying in the club
OH SHITTTTTTTTTTT , you left it off like that!!! thats so cruel!!!! i can’t!!! how dare you!!!! :””””””((( im typing this with tears in my eyes ill have u know!!
anyway!!! very good fic!! you could honestly make that into a longfic very easily lol. i felt too many emotions :((
i was just about to say where is the fluff!! where is it!! when i saw the next one and yay :))) pls i cant have more angsty stuff rn
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cookies and rings and things bucky and reader
‘how much do you love me?’ ‘count the snowflakes, multiply by a million’
did you have to start the fic off with such a SOFT line? its so soft! so TENDER
‘He wonders what kinda insane person wears socks without any clothes on, but then decides that it’s the kind of person who’s fallen in love with him.’ jesus, the soft moments filled with love are the greatest <3
you can write fluff so well, whyd you have to pain me with all that angst ;””””) (1/10 hurt, 9/10 comfort is the way to go lolol) (jkjk ill read the angsty ones too when i have the spoons) (gonna reread that hydra steve one and ik thatll fuck me UP)
‘ Then, he can feel the cold metal of the ring she slid onto her own finger less than twenty-four hours ago and realizes that he had thought a lot of things shouldn’t be possible, and yet they still are. ‘
you literally brought me to tears reading this softness, you have truly found my weakness
‘ She’s so damn gorgeous with flour on her face and eye bags beneath her eyes that he’s sure she will inevitably make his heart burst ‘
he already likes her so much! i can’t believe this is affecting me so much :’)
‘Bucky is quite sure Sam is in love with his girlfriend in the fact that he’s in love with the fact that his girlfriend is possibly in love with Bucky’
this is so soft??? sam loves reader bc reader loves bucky sm. pls my hear <3333
you do fluff SO WELL DAMN
‘F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoes in his small little perch and he still thinks it’s weird without having the side effect of Stark in his suit chasing after him to hear the A.I. but he shoves that uncomfortable feeling of the dead man out of his head. That is too much regret to unpack right now on a mission. ‘
yike bringing back that reminder oof
but thats so soft??? (i am def overusing soft but,,,,, i love it and the vibe) she sent him cookies! god i can feel the love
‘She expresses her feelings through cooking, which Bucky has learnt the hard way. One time, they got into an argument over something stupid—he can’t even remember what started it—and came to the kitchen at 2AM to see her sitting at the kitchen island crying her eyes out and surrounded by baskets of muffins.’
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 my hEART
you show how much they love each other in so many ways??? i am dying
“Alright, I like it.” Rolling his eyes, he pecks her forehead and she smiles victoriously. It’s so adorable that Bucky, with less than three hours of sleep, adds, “God, I want to marry you.//”“What?”//Oh.Shit.
oh my god! i am literally tearing up!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!
oh shit o am literally crying
your fluff got me crying harder than your angst i hope youre happy
I really hope you enjoy reading this?? i keep forgetting to like text you but i wanted to do something for your birthday. especially in quarantine when everythings gone crazy. one year i swear ill do something REALLY good for you. not making promises bc i hate if i dont. but ill like, learn how to podfic because you D E S E R V E I T
ive spent like three hours doing this lolol
thank you so much for everything hayley!
#i love you sm hayley!!!! thank you for EVERYTHING#AND THIS IS A FIC REC PLS CHECK HAYLEYS STUFF OUT
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