#i didn't have anything scheduled for tomorrow and i thought 'maybe if i feel better tonight ill call in'
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why does scheduling my work days give me so much stress and anxiety
#i was supposed to do my first day at the high school today but i had literally so much anxiety i could not fall asleep last night no matter#what. i had so much dread. i took so much melatonin lol.#i could shut my brain off till i went into the application and deleted my schedule for the day#ive just been feeling so fatigued and exhausted since i got covid it's crazy. sometimes i'll have bursts of energy where im productive#but yesterday i was just so tired from loading the washing machine. just. fucking sorting clothes and putting them in#that i had to lie down on the floor for a few minutes in the middle of it#not my finest moment#tales from diana#i didn't have anything scheduled for tomorrow and i thought 'maybe if i feel better tonight ill call in'#but i dont feel. super better tonight. and the only thing that i could do tomorrow at my preferred school is kindergarten subbing#for like the main classroom teacher. which i havent done before so i figured 'yeah im not gonna get my anxiety up 2 days in a row'#i deserve to sleep tonight after all and i think if i committed to that i wouldnt be able to#but i am going into my elementary school on wed-thur-friday of this week. wednesday is only a half day but they'll probably find smth for me#to do in the afternoon. they usually do. and im fine w that.#idk im just much more comfortable in my elementary school. i guess bc ive worked there before and i went to school there#as a wittle student waaaay back in the day. like i know the building and it doesn't scare me and i know a good amount of kids there#and the staff don't intimidate me. so yeah.#i did schedule my first job at the high school FOR REAL THIS TIME and it's next friday. hopefully ill be doing better by then.#im working the thursday before it at the elementary so i'll be in the rhythm of that. idk how to explain it but it's harder to go back#to work when ive taken a day off. like that's also why im not going in tomorrow.#friday (4/07) was the first day i worked since i got covid and that was fine but also. i was so anxious just to go in.#and so so so so tired when i got home. and all weekend.#yeah i wasn't ready to start working at the high school today. that was nonsense.#hopefully all will go well on wednesday thursday and friday of this week. im trying to restore my energy and fix my sleep. thatll do wonders#i hope. i hope i hope i hope
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Forbidden Desires - Chapter 1
R.R
Y/n was always what everyone considered blessed. Now, being the assistant for the tribal chief had it’s perks. For starters, you rode around in his luxurious bus, that only few people were allowed on.
You also, were granted with being able to fly on private jets to get from place to place, as well as exquisite hotel rooms booked and paid for.
Especially your schedule. Roman Reigns wasn't showing up to every pay per view. Not even every Friday night SmackDown. He made appearances when he felt like it. So you were usually home, that didn't mean you were off work, you had other things to handle.
Many people wanted to be you, or at least wanted your job. While these people we’re wanting your job and status, you were wanting the man you worked for, your boss, none other then Roman Reigns.
You’d been working for him for almost 4 years now. Ever since he pursued his heel character, you’d been hired as his assistant. Being his assistant wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought. You thought he’d order you around to do his dirty work, but working for him was nicer then excepted.
All you really did was keep track of his hectic schedule, pack his luggage for him, and follow him around during meetings and travels...even taking care of something he claimed to be more important then work. And not to mention the money was a plus. He paid you better then you deserved, you swore it was favouritism, for obvious reasons.
Over the years you worked for him, you two created a special bond. Yes, he was your boss. But, he was also your friend. You two would often spend time together even during non work related times. You could find the both of you at a bar together. Or having movie nights in each other’s hotel rooms. You loved it. And maybe loved him..
The only problem in your way was the age gap you two shared. You were in your early twenties whereas Roman was on the verge of 40. The age gap wasn’t even a big deal to you. But, if others found out you’d grown feelings for your boss. All hell would break loose. See, Roman, is extraordinarily popular with females.
Like seriously, he has some die hard female fans. Most around your age. If anyone found out about this little crush you’d developed..well..you’d for starters be fired, and your reputation would be completely destroyed.
So here you are, sitting in the tribal chief’s private jet, waiting to land in Las Vegas. “Alright, only about a hour to go” a familiar deep voice spoke. You looked up to see Roman sitting comfortably in his seat, staring intently at you. “Yeah..” you mumbled.
“Whats up with you? You been like this all flight, completely out of it. What’s wrong are you sick? Do you have a fever? The flu? Is- nevermind..” Roman spoke worried. “No no, im good” you spoke as reassuringly as you could. He looked at you skeptically before closing his Macbook and making his way to sit beside you.
He sat beside you and looked at you for a few seconds before speaking up. “What’s planned for today?” he asked you. You quickly opened your Ipad before checking his schedule. “Well..today your free, tomorrow you have a meeting in the afternoon, its a long one” you told him.
“Damn, I hate the long meetings” he spoke with a smile. “They are the worst” you agreed grinning. “Anyways, since i’m free today, why don’t you and I head out, go do something fun together, away from work..you know after we get settled in..” he spoke almost nervously.
You were surprised to say the least. You didn’t think he would wanna spend his free day with you. “Yeah sure. What do you wanna do?” you asked him while trying to hide your growing smile. “Anything you want. Actually you know what? Lemme take you shopping, Las Vegas is known for their malls” he requested with a wink. Your cheeks started heating up.
“Sure” you spoke softly. He smiled at you before striking up new conversation about some investors looking to partner with WWE. It kept yourself distracted from the mess in your mind. Before you knew it, you landed in Las Vegas, and your uber was here to take you and Roman to the hotel.
Once you arrived to your hotel, you and Roman headed to the front desk to get the keys to your rooms.
“I’m sorry sir but, only one room has been booked-” the hotel worker spoke.
“That cant be! You don’t understand, I called yesterday booking two rooms!” Roman spoke roughly at the worker. Your feelings were hurt to say the least. You didn’t think he’d be this avoidant at sharing a room with you, especially after the favor you did him. You instantly felt your heart swelling and tears coming to your eyes.
You refused to cry over this so you grabbed Roman’s arm. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom, i’ll be right back” you spoke softly. Roman slightly nodded his head before going back to barking at the hotel employee.
You took as long as you could trying to get yourself together in the bathroom. You had just arrived is Les Vegas and he was already making you feel like shit. You didn’t even understand what the problem was. Well, deep down you did...you knew he didn't wanna make the same mistake.
You made your way back to the lobby to see a more calm and quiet Roman standing by the elevators.
“So Y/n..they are all booked and it looks like me and you are roommates for the next few nights” he told me. “I’m really sorry..” he added ashamed.
Your eyes widened. Why was he sorry? He didn’t even do anything. Well apart side from almost making you cry, but thats besides the point.
“Roman..why are you sorry? It’s just a room..no biggie” you spoke, plus it's not like you haven't shared one before.
“Because well, I don’t want you to feel like i’m taking advantage of you..and I don’t wanna make things awkward and weird between us..” he went on nervously.
You both knew he was lying straight through his teeth. That wasn't the real reason.
You took his words in before responding. You reached out and touched his arm reassuringly. “Ro, that’s okay, seriously I don’t mind.” you let him know. You'd be careful this time. He smiled at you almost gratefully knowing you understood.
The hotel room the two of you would be sharing was nothing less then absolutely luxurious. But you weren't surprised, the tribal chief always needed the best.
After the two of you settled into your hotel room, Roman called for an Uber to take you two to the mall. Inside the uber Roman and you made small talk back and forth but no one could deny the elephant in the room.
A little secret the two of you shared was up in the air. Something no one could know about...otherwise everything would be ruined. He warned you, if anyone found out what the two of you shared, it was over.
Everything was.
That was the first chapter of forbidden desires that I've been putting off. I have a lot more sitting in my drafts for you guys that'll be out soon. Also what do you think the little secret is? Let me know what you think of this chapter.
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hello! if its okay with you, i’d like to request fluff/comfort with mikey from tr. i’ve been in a mental slump lately and contrary to the whole “worst boyfriend” ranking, i feel like he’d be great at comfort if we gave him the chance :3
whatever you need - mikey sano x fem!reader
after getting let go, you'd been struggling. thank goodness for boyfriends. (fluff/comfort) tw: language, mental health struggles, getting fired a/n: i hope you've been feeling better as of late. just finished my last exam, i have a presentation tomorrow, but i'm not worried about it. thankfully finals are mostly over so i have time to write! thanks for requesting. i love me some mikey. worst boyfriend slander will not be tolerated!! i gotchu
you couldn't seem to catch a break. just when you thought you were crawling out of this hole you didn't even dig yourself, something (or someone) would push you down further. was there really a way out? nope. clearly not. of course you were fired. well, "let go" as he said. your asshole of a boss sat you in his office and said, "i'm afraid we're gonna have to let you go." like it was this sad, reluctant choice he simply had to make. a sacrifice. but you could tell by his expression he was anything but remorseful. the worst part was that the company was flooded with cash, and you'd not be prideful to say you were a major contributor in that success. so why were you let go? because the business was "expanding" and therefore, there needed to be "reprioritizations" made. which basically just means you weren't worth keeping on board the ship. probably because you're a woman and god forbid any female succeed in the workplace. whatever. fuck him. it was all so overwhelming anyway. your sleep schedule was - is - fucked. all the work you're putting in and was it even worth it?
you ignored the sense of dread pooling in your stomach whenever your eyes happened a glance on your bank app. funds weren't going to be coming in any time soon. sighing, you powered off your phone, chucking it to the side of your bed. before you realized it, a week had passed. a week of productivity? no. a week of bed-rotting. a week of napping, getting up to eat a few crackers, and then trudging back to sleep. it's what you deserved for busting your ass for an ungrateful corporation and an ungrateful piece of shit boss. you just wanted to close your eyes forever and forget about the world for a little bit. was that so wrong? mikey was gone visiting takemichi, so it's not like you needed to try to look cute. just a little longer. just a little longer.
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you heard a faint thudding sound. you groaned and rolled over on your bed, covers twisted around your form, your hair tangled and knotted. the sound was getting louder. were you getting robbed? eh, what does it matter. it wasn't like you had anything of value in here anyway. covering your ears with your pillow, you burrowed deeper into your blankets, basking in their warmth. thankfully, the thudding noise stopped. it was probably just your dryer, which you're fairly certain is possessed by satan (not that you'd done laundry in... awhile.) your peace was short lived. suddenly, you heard a sound that was suspiciously akin to the bolt of your front door being unlocked. your eyes shot open, but you were too scared to move as you heard your front door burst open. maybe they won't know i'm here if i just lie still. maybe they'll think i'm dead. loud steps made a beeline for your room - a voice getting closer, mumbling something under their breath. if you got up now, the intruder would surely know. throwing the covers over your face, you hoped maybe they'd mistake you as some extremely large body pillow. the thief stopped at the entrance to your room. you held your breath, hoping he'd move on and maybe steal your microwave instead. could this month get any worse? there was an exasperated sigh. "what are you doing." it wasn't a question, more just a statement. and you recognized that voice. shit. what's the date today? the mystery intruder, you realized, was actually your boyfriend mikey. but he sounded kind of pissed. so... you decided to play dead a little longer. the loud thumps of his boots came closer to you and without warning, he ripped the covers off of your body before returning his hands to his pockets. his eyebrow raised in a mix of confusion and perhaps a bit of concern. he repeated, "what are you doing, y/n?" you blinked up at him slowly, your eyes trailing up and down his body. "you look nice. back from takemichi's?" he moved closer. "you weren't answering any of my calls or texts. couldn't even find your location. did you turn off your phone?" your brows furrowed in puzzlement. you looked around your room, realizing it had been at least a couple days since you'd last seen your phone, much less heard from it. you were shocked to find it lying next to you. pressing the power button, you watched the screen ignite back to life. "oh. sorry. turned it off. i was tired." his voice rose in frustration, "for how long? i tried to text you on monday and you didn't answer." you paused. "...what day is it today...?" mikey's eyebrows rose in worry. "it's sunday. i've been trying to get ahold of you for almost a week. y/n, what's going on?" you frowned, biting your lip to stop it from quivering and shook your head. don't cry. don't cry. don't cry.
"got fired. yay..." you said with no enthusiasm, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence. he blinked. "what? when?" "last friday. well, last last friday, i guess." his shoulders lowered and he let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "shit, i was so worried i sounded like such an asshole just now. 'm sorry babe." slowly, he sat down next to you on your bed, shucking off his boots. "he didn't even give me a good reason. like, they're "expanding"?? doesn't that mean you can afford to keep your most loyal workers??" "i always fuckin' hated that guy." "i just--" you tried (and failed) to hold back a sob, "i just don't know what i could've done differently!" you cried, tears streaking down your cheeks. "it's not a 'you' problem, babe, it's their fucking loss." "but there had to have been something i did wrong!" "there isn't." "maybe i should've--" "hey, look at me. please?" you stopped midsentence, adjusting your gaze to meet his eyes for the first time. cupping your cheek in his palm he smiled sadly, "sometimes it's not you. sometimes there's nothing you coulda done better in a situation because you weren't the problem to begin with. and that's ok, because you don't deserve to be around piece of shit people like that anyway, ya know?" "i know, but--" "but nothing. i know i can't convince you, but i want you to know that i think you deserve the fucking moon. i'd get it for you if you asked. somehow." you laughed wetly, "well, you do have connections." a corner of his mouth turned up. "yeah." his voice was uncharacteristically soft as he pulled a strand of your hair back behind your ear. "and 'm gonna take care of you know, you know that. whatever you want. whatever you need tonight. i'll make it happen, ok?" "it's just... what i need is a job, and i've just been lazing around all week and i don't even know where to start..." without a moments hesitation he said, "work for me." "but wouldn't that be--" "i'm the boss, i make my own rules. shit, you don't even have to work. like i said, i'll take care of you." "no, no i want to work. but i'm probably not qualified enough to work for you..." "who says?" "well, you haven't even looked at my resume...isn't that, i don't know, kind of nepotism-ish?" mikey grinned. "yeah, because everyone else that works for me got their jobs through hard work." "ok, ok, but...thank you. ok." you sighed. "it's gonna be ok. 'm here now."
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mikey truly meant it when he said he'd take care of you. as soon as he helped dry your tears, he got your into your bathtub and helped you wash up, gently massaging shampoo and conditioner into your scalp while you scrubbed soap on your arms. he sprinkled light kisses on your forehead and cheeks as he helped you dry off. when you finally settled back into bed, cozy and clean, mikey was right there by your side. not ten minutes later, your favorite chocolate and ice cream was delivered to your door. when you turned back to say thank you, he waved you off, gesturing you to come back to your bed so you both could watch a movie. in the best way, mikey helped you forget. or at least let go. in a way. you spend the rest of the weekend binging your favorite shows. what others might not suspect is just how physical mikey is in his affection. he was showed more than told, and it was the same in his love for you. in those moments you spent together, he clung to your side, as if he had to have at least some part of his body touching yours at all times. when at last he had to leave to go back to his penthouse to "make some calls" (you suspected he had mountains of work to do), he'd already tried to convince you at least a dozen times to move in with him, which you staunchly refused because 1) you can't afford to help pay for whatever the hell he pays to live in a fucking penthouse and 2) you're not about to freeload. but as he said his final goodbye with a chaste kiss on your lips, you wondered if maybe you could finally give in and let someone take a little more care of you, after all, he'd shown you just what it felt like to not have to worry so much about your own needs.
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back at his penthouse, mikey quickly dialed a familiar number. "hey. it's me. yeah. think you can take care of it for me?" there was a pause. "i don't care what you do to him so long as it's painful." another pause. "make sure to keep this underwraps. remember, it's all an 'accident'. if you can't do it, i'll go take care of it myself. bye."
a/n: mmm protective mikey y'all
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Heyy I love your stories, can you do a James Wilson x Wife! Reader and maybe one day at the hospital a doctor starts flirting with the reader in front of James (he doesn't know they are married) and when they come home he gets jealous and the reader tries to reassure him
Jealousy, Jealousy
Disclaimer: I know nothing about hospital and doctor stuff.
Summary: Being married as a doctor can be hard. No one knowing? Can be harder.
Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.
Your Pov
It was the end of the day. I only had one surgery consult left, and then it was home sweet home. I was looking over the file at the nurse's station. It was a routine appendectomy. One that wouldn't even be done until tomorrow as it wasn't in a state of emergency. However, the working doctor had asked me to come in and ease the patient's worries, so I was happy to oblige.
I was still looking over the file and waiting for Dr. Robertson, when a certain doctor walked up beside me.
"Dr l/n." I smiled at the professionalism.
"Dr Wilson! Good to see you." I didn't look up from the file and tried to act as casual as possible. "How's your day been?"
"As good as it can be for an oncologist." I smiled sadly and subtly bumped his shoulder.
"Well, I'm sure it'll get better." He looked over at me like he was about to reply, but Dr. Robertson beat him to it.
"Dr. l/n! Are you ready for that consult?" I turned to my right to greet the man. He was on the younger side, bold, but a good doctor.
"Just finished going over the patient's file." I offered a friendly smile.
"Great!" He put his hand on my waist and turned serious. "What do you say you and I discuss this case over dinner tonight?" I frowned.
"I don't see any reason to." I said carefully, trying not to offend him. "After all, it's a routine appendectomy." He left his hand on my side and shrugged.
"Well, we don't have to only discuss the case." He said suggestively. I tried not to outwardly cringe at the thought and the presence of his hand on my body instead offering an uncomfortable smile.
"I don't think that's necessary. Besides, I already have plans tonight." I removed his hand gently. Well aware that James was still behind me and could probably sense my discomfort.
"Well then, another night?" This guy was not getting the hint.
"Not likely. Speaking of which I just remembered. I can't do the consultation on the surgery." He frowned.
"Why?"
"I just remembered I already have a surgery scheduled for that time tomorrow, so I'm unavailable, and I assume the patient would want to meet the surgeon who actually works on them?" I struggled to come up with a lame excuse. "However, I can recommend a different surgeon."
"Oh...alright...I guess."
"Good! Try Dr. Hunters. She's an excellent surgeon." And single. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get going." And I quickly walked to the safety of my office.
The end of the work day came around quick enough, and I started my walk to the car. Once I dropped my stuff in the back and got into the passenger's seat, I looked at myself in the mirror.
What a strange day. People didn't usually hit on me. So what happened today wasn't anything I expected. It was so... awkward. Truthfully, the only thing I want to do now is get home, put on my pjs, and cuddle up and watch a movie. I closed my eyes and smiled at the image I had created in my head. Pure bliss.
However I was awoken from my daydream by the car door being opened. I looked back and smiled as I saw James shove his things in the back and then take his place in the driver's seat.
"Hey." I smiled at him.
"Hey." It was exactly what I had said, and yet there was something off about how he said it. He started the car, and we sat in silence as he drove home.
"Are you ok?" It wasn't unusual for us to be silent on the ride home, but I couldn't help but feel that something was off.
"Mhmm." He kept his eyes on the road, not even sparing me a glance. Not wanting to push any further until we were at home and relaxed, I just sat my hand on his thigh and closed my eyes for the rest of the way home.
Wilson's Pov
I watched as she quickly fell asleep. Her hand still rested on my thigh as if she were tethering herself to me. I felt guilty for giving her the cold shoulder, but I couldn't help it. We arrived at our home. I parked the car and just sat there for a second before moving to wake her up.
"Babe..." I lightly grasped her shoulder, not wanting to scare her. "Wake up...we're home." She groaned in response but stayed still. I sighed and rolled my eyes at what was likely an act.
I got our bags from the back and dropped them off inside before coming back out and going to the passenger's side. I opened the door, careful not to wake her. I smiled, she looked so peaceful.
I unbuckled her as she murmured something in her sleep. Slowly, I picked her up bridal style, careful that she didn't hit her head on the car. In her sleepy haze, she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled into my chest.
My beautiful wife.
I closed the door and brought her into the house. When we got to the living room, I laid her down and covered her with the throw blanket she insisted we keep on the back of the couch. I went into the kitchen to make us some dinner while she slept on the couch.
Your Pov
Before I knew it, I felt the car stop and arms wrap around me. However, I was still in a sleepy haze, so I decided to just let it happen. After all, who was I to deny my husband the treat of carrying me? Besides, he's nice and warm. Of course, the moment ended much too soon for my liking when I was set on the couch and tucked in. I would've protested, but I was much too tired.
After a few minutes, I decided it was time to get up and see what was happening. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I walked over to the kitchen to find James humming as he cooked. I smiled at his goofy dance he made up as he went along. How did I get so lucky? I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, effectively burying my head into his shoulder blades.
"Hey babe." I mumbled into his shirt. He hummed in response but didn't say anything. I frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I turned him around so he faced me and raised my eyebrows. Obviously, I didn't believe him. "It's nothing, really, it's stupid."
"Obviously it's not 'stupid' or 'nothing' if it's bothering you." I cupped his face in my hands. "James Evan Wilson. Please do not lie to me." He sighed.
"It's just...seeing you today. When Dr. Robertson was so obviously hitting on you...it made me....uncomfortable." Oh. I stroked his face and smiled at him.
"Uncomfortable as in...jealous?"
"N-no!" I chuckled softly.
"It's alright James. I understand." I grabbed his hands.
"Y-you you understand?" I nodded.
"Of course I do! You think I don't see all those young, pretty nurses flirting with the hot, sexy, and charming head of oncology?" I smirked as he turned red in the face.
"I-I..." I kissed him softly before he could get anything out.
"My point is...it's normal to be jealous!" I put my hand back up and stroked his cheek. "Besides Dr. Robertson doesn't know we're married. I'm sure if he knew he wouldn't have said any of that."
"I know it's just-"
"Hard?"
"Yeah..." I continued to stroke his cheek as I looked into his eyes.
"I know. Which is why I've been thinking." I paused as he cocked his head in confusion. He was so damn cute. "I know when we got engaged, we agreed to keep things on the 'downlow'. But I suppose...it wouldn't hurt...if we...tamped down the professionalism a little bit." I grabbed his hands and brought them to my chest. "Maybe a hug. Or a kiss here." I brought his knuckles to my lips. "And there." I pecked him on the lips, but he seemed to linger. "And you know...I had this patient. In addition to their wedding bands...they got a design tattooed on their ring fingers. She said they tend to fade but I thought it might be nice. I could get your name tattooed around my finger. That way, everyone knows I'm yours, and you're mine. Of course you don't have to get one if you don't want..." I kissed him again before meeting his eyes again.
"You-you'd do that? For me?" I laughed lightly.
"Of course. I'd do anything you wanted if it showed I loved you." He started to smirk.
"Anything?" I laughed and kissed him before patting his cheek and walking back to the food that had been long forgotten.
"Keep it in your pants, baby. We still have to eat dinner!" He groaned as we went back to preparing dinner.
"Tease."
Author's Note: Thank you for the request! It was literally perfect. I just hope I did it justice! Thanks for reading my other work, I'm so glad you liked it. I was curious though about Wilson's Pov...I can't tell if I'm doing it in his voice well enough or if I should just stick to the reader's pov. Sorry it's kinda short. And yes I did title this after a song, I needed a title for the Masterlist I'm making and couldn't think of anything else. Anyways thanks again!
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Hypnovember Day 11: Attitude Adjustment/IQ Reduced
It was like she couldn't get the words out fast enough. "And I have 6 discharges tomorrow with no follow up scheduled yet and I haven't even been able to contact some of the families and..."
"Is there anything you can do about any of that tonight?" he asked her, gently stopping the torrent of her work recap.
"No. But! I still need to eat dinner. And wash some clothes for tomorrow. And make sure the kids are ok...."
"Shh," he said comfortingly. "I've already washed and folded the clothes. And I told the kids mommy was working late so they're already asleep. You're done for the day."
She sighed deeply.
He put his hand on her cheek, gently moving her head so she was looking directly into his eyes. "Relaaaax," he said, stretching the word out meaningfully. His tone shifted too, to something deep and steady. "You're home. You're safe. Just relax, now."
It had been a while since she heard him speak like this. She missed it.
Too bad it wouldn't work. She was way too stressed. She almost felt herself get caught in his gaze for a moment but- then her anxiety rushed back in, like a wave crashing over a too-short wall.
His hand moved around to rub the back of her neck.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just so stressed I can't THINK it's like I try and it's just STATIC in my head. I sat in the parking lot for 5 minutes before I could even make myself drive home."
"Mmmmm," he murmured, still rubbing her neck. "Breathe, honey."
He breathed in and out slowly to demonstrate. She found herself following along, taking a few deep breaths before even thinking about it. Between the breathing and his light neck massage, she was beginning to feel better.
He made sure he had her gaze before offering- "If you want, I could make things simpler for you for a bit. Would you like that?"
A shiver ran through her at the sound of her old trigger- "simpler". It had been some time since they had done this but they both understood what he was offering. Would it still work?
She nodded her head but didn't want to disappoint him or herself- not after so long.
"I want to? But I honestly don't know how I'll respond," she said, "I can barely concentrate right now."
But even as she was protesting, she found herself automatically following his hand as it floated just above her forehead. Another of their old signals, this one nonverbal: "Pay attention".
She did.
His fingers came closer and closer to her forehead before finally touching, rubbing a small spiral right in the middle.
"Shhhhh...." his voice soothed.
Something inside her shifted.
It wasn't a quick, profound drop like she had experienced in the past but- she found herself instinctively closing her eyes anyway. When she did, the noise in her head seemed to quiet down automatically.
"Good," he said. "That's perfect. You remember just how to do this, don't you? I know you do. It's like riding a bicycle - part of you never forgets."
"I know you talked about having static in your head- but maybe we can use that to help you let go a bit more. Static doesn't have to be harsh, you know. Maybe your static is like- a white noise generator, blocking anything unnecessary out. Quiet and soothing. Like the one you listen to when you go to sleep. Just- think of that gentle static playing while you sleep. Helping you rest. You can notice it- and then you can let it all fade into the background. It just makes everything quieter, doesn't it? Simpler. "
She nodded her head, easily caught in his instructions. The shudder that went through her at the trigger felt more profound this time.
Simpler.
She remembered the old imagery they had worked on- the wheels of the clockwork of her thoughts slowing. Slowing. Grinding to a halt.
As she pictured those slowing gears, she could feel her inner monologue growing distant and dreamlike. Her awareness moved from her lumbering thoughts to her body- almost like her mind itself had moved from her head to somewhere in her chest. Her senses began heightening and she was drawn more and more to what the room smelled like, how the carpet felt, the gentle sound of the ceiling fan. She found herself getting lost in a world of sensation.
"That's good, honey," he encouraged. "You don't need to think right now. I've got all your bigger thoughts for safekeeping. You remember how to be simpler for me, don't you? No big words, no big thoughts. Just how you feel in this moment. OK?"
She nodded. It was the easiest way to communicate now. She still had some words but- it was easier not to use them when she was simpler. She trusted him to understand what she needed without bothering to speak.
"Good. Can you open your eyes for me?"
She did.
"How does your body feel right now?" he asked.
She checked- mentally scanning herself from head to toe.
"Tired," she replied eventually. "Hungry."
She looked up at him.
"Do you want some food?"
It took her a few moments to contemplate the thought before she eventually replied with a simple: "Yes".
He smiled at her in a way that might have struck her as patronizing at a different time.
His smile caused an unexpected spike in another sensation- one that had been hiding underneath all of her stress all along.
Until now.
"I'm going to warm dinner up- we'll have it here," he was saying. "I'll be right back."
"Wait!" she cried, suddenly.
He stopped and turned back, curiously.
Now she needed to find words again.
Her brows crossed as she tuned into her body in that slow, deep way that came with this state. There was a heat between her legs that spread upwards as she noticed it more thoroughly. She began to notice the feeling of the air on her arms and the slight way her bra rubbed against her breasts when she breathed. "Horny?" she said, finally finding the right word for how she was feeling.
He laughed. "Good girl. Yeah- that old conditioning is still working for you, huh? I bet you feel horny right now. Does it feel good?"
She nodded, that response coming much more quickly than most.
It DID feel good.
Without really thinking about it, her hands moved to her right breast, squeezing it.
THAT felt even better.
"Mmmm- I guess that's my answer then, huh?" he asked. "Tell you what- you need to eat before we do anything else. So- I'm going to go get the food. But while I'm doing that? You can touch yourself as much as you want. Do whatever feels good to your body, ok?"
She nodded again, barely paying attention to his words. Her hands moved all over her flesh as she caressed her newly sensitive skin rapturously. She wanted to touch everywhere.
"My only rule is that you don't come, ok? I want to save that for later."
She nodded absently, focused on a wonderful spot she had found on the side of her stomach. Part of her brain was receiving his instructions but- she didn't have to think about that part. She just had to focus on touching.
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And stay nice and quiet while you touch, yeah? We don't want to wake anyone else up."
She nodded, biting back a moan as her hand finally slid to her pussy.
He looked on for a moment, seeming almost hypnotized himself by his writhing, almost animalistic wife.
Food first, he reminded himself.
Then sex.
Then putting a note in his phone to call the babysitter for her weekend availability. It had been FAR too long since they had played like this and next time?
He wanted her to be LOUD.
Tagging @mentat101posts @thekinkycocktailclub @jam-and-stuff
#hypnovember#hypnovember 2023#my stories#a straight couple!#who knew!#doing what I can to subliminally push the message that good housecare and childcare leads to good sex
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Masseuse (M)
⚢ Pairing - Nayeon x Reader
✎ Word Count - 2.7k
☆ Genre - Smut
♡ Description - After being yelled at by your boss, you look for a source of release, deciding to make an appointment with a masseuse for a bit of stress relief. (A/N: This isn’t proofread so I apologize if there are typos.)
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"Really, Y/N! I can't believe you actually did that! Such a rookie mistake," Your boss shook his head, ridiculing you. You work at Sapphire Business Company, a division under Gem Industries. Sapphire works specifically with the customer support side of Gem. Unfortunately, you were caught up with her newest task: training a newbie, Tzuyu, who didn't know how to code a lost and replaced item properly. You were called into her boss's office because Tzuyu coded it as just a lost item that had not been replaced yet. So, returning to the present, your boss is yelling at you, blaming you for Tzuyu’s mistake.
"I really expected more from you. You've been working here for over 4 years now, Y/N. You should know better," He scorned. You tried your best to explain to him that it wasn't your fault, that it was your new coworker's mistake, but he wouldn't listen to you. You just had to sit back and listen to him blame you for something you didn't do.
"Y/N, you're now on probation starting now. You're not going to come into work tomorrow, nor for the rest of the week, and you're certainly not going to get paid for it either. Maybe you'll learn that you need to make sure everything is right before you send it in." You looked at your boss with an utterly shocked face, freezing in place. “You may leave now.” He spoke sternly before you politely bowed and walked out of his office. As soon as she left, however, you silently cursed him out.
“How could he blame me for something that Tzuyu did?” You thought to yourself. You felt a strange feeling coursing through your body, almost as if every muscle was tightening due to the stress that your boss just caused you. After a few minutes of this, it was almost painful to move due to how tight your muscles had become. It was an experience you’d never felt before and was certainly not one you would wish on your worst enemy.
You sighed as you finally sat down in your car, slightly relieving the pain in your body. "Shit, I've gotta fix this somehow. I’m not going to be able to do anything like this."
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Driving down the road seemed to calm you some, but even the soothing music couldn't help the tenseness inside your muscles. When you pulled up to a red light, you quickly grabbed your phone and looked up local massage places. The closest one with the highest reviews was Ciao Bella. You laughed at the name, which meant “Hello Beautiful” in Italian. Since the spa had the best reviews, you decided to give them a call. You rang the number as you continued to drive. After a few rings, a young female picked up.
"Hello. This is Ciao Bella Spa. This is Nayeon. How can I assist you today?" She said.
"Uhh, hi. I'm looking to schedule a massage for this afternoon." you almost stuttered. The voice that spoke to her over the phone was alluring and made her want to simply listen.
"Of course. Let me pull up the schedule for you." You heard some clicking before the woman spoke again. "Alright, so are you a first-time customer?" Nayeon asked.
"Y-yes." you almost died when she heard Nayeon’s little giggle over the phone.
"You're so cute. So, we have two massage therapists in today; one being myself and one being Sana. We're both pretty good, but I normally start with new clients." Nayeon explained.
"O-okay sure. What time are you a-available?" You asked, your voice continuing to fail you.
"I'm open anytime after 2." She said. You glanced down at my Apple watch and saw it was 1:47. You thought for a moment before speaking.
"Can I come in around 2:30? That gives me time to get from work over to you?" You responded, finally being able to speak without stuttering or pausing.
"Of course, I'll see you then---." Nayeon’s voice trailed off as if she was waiting for you to finish her sentence. You gasped as she totally forgot to give Nayeon her name.
"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I forgot to give you my name. I'm Y/L/N Y/F/N." she said.
"Alright, Y/N. You're in the books. I'll see you soon!" you smiled before you said goodbye and hung up. When you set your phone down, you looked in your rearview mirror and noticed that your cheeks were covered in a light pink hue.
"Why am I blushing," you asked yourself.
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You pulled up to Ciao Bella Spa a few minutes before you appointment, so you decided to go in a look around. As you entered the building, you immediately noticed that the whole spa was very modernized. You really liked the way it looked, and you instantly felt comfortable. As you slowly walked around, looking at all of the products laid out in the front of the store, a young woman walked around the corner and came up to you.
"You must be Y/N. I'm Nayeon." She smiled a gummy smile as she extended her hand out to you.
"Pleasure to meet you, Nayeon." You returned the smile and shook her hand.
Nayeon gestured to you to follow her over to the front counter. As she went around the back, she grabbed her a piece of paper and a clipboard. "If I could just have you fill this out for me real quick just so I can get a general idea of what you need." you nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the main lobby. To sum up the form, it asked where her pain was, which right now was everywhere. You chuckled to yourself as uou filled it out and couldn't wait to see Nayeon's reaction.
Once you finished, you walked back up to the counter and gave the paper to Nayeon. She smiled before she skimmed over it. She gave you a funny look before she spoke.
"You hurt everywhere?" Nayeon laughed.
"Yup," you spoke, popping the P at the end. "Work stresses me out."
"Girl, same!" She smiled, and you both laughed. "Alright alright, let get you into the room and get you de-stressed." You followed her down a nice hallway and into a room with a sign above it that said: Venice. The room was extremely nice and was very calming. The lights were dimmed and there was a small water feature hanging on the far wall. Yiou looked around for a second before turning back to Nayeon.
"So, I'm going to leave you for a second. Just undress as much as you feel comfortable doing and hop on the table face up." Nayeon smiled before she left the room. You quickly took off her clothes until you was just in your underwear and climbed under the sheets on the table. She was surprised to feel that the table was warmed. You shifted around a few times until you were comfortable and closed you eyes. As you took a couple of deep breaths, you listened to the flowing water fountain. You was so relaxed that you almost dozed off until a knock on the door brought you back to Earth.
"You ready?" You heard Nayeon call from the other side of the door.
"Yes ma’am," you said as she opened the door.
"Y/N, I'm probably only a year or two older than you. You don't have to call me ma'am." She dimmed the lights further then walked over to the side of the table. She pulled out a couple of tools and oils before she sat in a rolling chair behind you.
"So, I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," Nayeon spoke in a very soothing tone. You did as she said as Nayeon started the massage. There’s two things you noticed immediately: 1) she was very good at what she does and 2) her hands were massive. You sighed as Nayeon’s fingers rubbed your temples, already relieving some of the tension. As she continued, she gave your head a massage, which caused a ton of chills to run down your body. Then, Nayeon moved to your upper body. She grabbed some of her massage oil, put it on her hands, and started to move them along your neck and shoulders. You internally laughed at the number of knots she felt Nayeon start to rub out. Her hands seemed to cover your entire shoulder and she continued massaging. As Nayeon finally rubbed out one of the bigger ones, you accidentally let out a sound that was similar to a moan.
You felt Nayeon pause for a moment before continuing to massage your neck. "You okay? Am I going too hard?" She asked you.
"N-no no, you're f-fine." You said, gripping the sheets underneath you and trying your best to keep in the sounds you desperately wanted to make as Nayeon continued to get the knots out of your neck. Everything she did just felt so pleasurable, especially with her massive hands, and sent shivers through your entire body. Nayeon must have been able to tell because, at that moment, your eyes went wide as you felt a pair of lips on her shoulder. At first, they were light pecks but soon turned into little kisses and nibbles. You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan. It wasn't loud, for you were trying to be quiet, but Nayeon definitely heard it.
"You like that, princess?" Nayeon spoke in a sultry tone, the pet name making everything hotter. All you could do was nod, for no words would come out of your mouth. Nayeon found your sweet spot, and you felt her smirk on her neck when she bit down on it, causing you to moan a little louder. "Shhhh." she cooed. "You've got to stay quiet."
You nodded again as you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back the sounds that fought to come out of your mouth. You watched as Nayeon got up from her chair and came around the table so that she was on your right side. Nayeon grabbed the sheet and folded it over so that your upper body was now exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, but that was quickly forgotten as Nayeon started to run her fingers across your chest. She started just below your collarbone and worked her way down towards your breasts. Heat instantly filled your cold body when her hands pinched your nipples, causing you to gasp. Your back arched into Nayeon’s touch as she continued to play around, teasing you like crazy.
At this point, you knew your underwear was soaked through. There was no way they weren't. If you was being honest with yourself, you was probably dripping onto the table. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the growing pressure between your legs. However, Nayeon wouldn't allow it. She removed one of her hands from your breast and use it to push your legs apart again, making you whine slightly.
"Patience is a virtue, baby girl." Nayeon husked. That alone turned you on even more. Your hands had not once moved from grasping the sheets, for you needed something to help with the building in your core. Continuing with what she started, Nayeon moved her hand back to your breast, making sure they were thoroughly massaged and your nipples were standing tall. Once they were, she slowly moved her hands south toward where you needed them most. However, she was going at a snail’s pace just to tease you more.
"N-Nayeon...." you moaned. "I--"
Nayeon just smirked as her hands reached the hem of your underwear. You quietly thanked the Lord above for not putting on granny panties. Nayeon grabbed the waistline, pulling them up slightly before letting it go, letting it snap against your skin. When a whine came out of your mouth, Nayeon ripped the rest of the sheet off your body, leaving you fully exposed, except for your underwear. Although, that didn't last long.
"Baby.... is this all for me?" She asked as she ran a long finger across your covered slit, feeling all your juices that soaked the fabric.
"Y-yes." you stuttered. "All for y-you."
Nayeon smiled smugly as she leaned down and grabbed your underwear with her teeth, pulling them down slowly, before discarding them to the side of the room and returning to her spot between your legs. You moaned just at the sight. The way Nayeon’s lustful eyes sparkled up at you almost had you cumming then and there. Her large bands started to caress your upper thighs and before long, you felt Nayeon’s tongue run a straight line up your now exposed slit, causing you to throw a hand over your mouth, muting a loud moan.
Nayeon expertly moved her tongue around in a figure-8 shape, causing you to lose your mind. You moved one of your hands from the sheet and laced it through Nayeon’s hair, pushing her head closer to your core. The pleasure got more intense, however, when her right hand moved from your thigh to your clit. If you weren’t already putty in this woman’s hands, you knew you were done for. As soon as Nayeon applied pressure, you had to bite down on your hand not to scream out Nayeon’s name. The amount of pleasure you were receiving was indescribable.
"P-please Nayeon" you whisper-yelled at her.
"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you, sweetheart. It'll be better in the end." Nayeon said as she continued to eat you out. You could almost feel the smirk against you as your back continued to arch and moans continued to spill out of your mouth.
"Play with your breasts, Y/N." She commanded before her fingers and her tongue switched places. You moved your left hand that had been white from gripping the sheet so hard to your left breast, kneading it as Nayeon had done before, although your hands were not as big as hers. Nayeon's tongue began to flick against your clit as her fingers started to poke and prod at your entrance, making you start to beg for her.
"N-Nayeon please." You never thought that you would stoop low enough to beg for something, but here you were and you didn't regret it. When you spoke, Nayeon slowly moved two long fingers into you, letting you get used to them before she started to pump them in and out. Once you got used to the speed, you started to move your hips in rhythm with Nayeon’s fingers. Within a couple of minutes, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your core clenching around her fingers.
"I-I'm close, Nayeon." You moaned.
"Not yet." She smirked.
You whined as Nayeon pumped her long fingers quicker, making it a lot harder to hold in your impending orgasm.
"P-please Nayeon. I d-don't think I can h-hold it in anymore." You begged again.
"Cum for me, princess." You almost yelled as Nayeon said those words, finally feeling the release you'd been wanting. Your legs shook violently as your hips bucked against Nayeon’s fingers. She made sure she didn't let any of your cum go to waste, swallowing it all. Your whole body trembled as Nayeon started to slow down her fingers and her tongue, letting you come down from your high. You laid there panting as Nayeon grabbed the sheet again, laying it on top of you.
"How do you feel?" Nayeon asked you, a slight smirk visible on her face,
"Better. More relaxed." You breathed out, still out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm that happened mere minutes ago.
"Glad I could help. I'll leave you to get dressed." Nayeon smiled as she left the room.
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As you went to get off the table, your legs gave out from underneath you, causing you to grab onto the table for stability. You quietly laughed at yourself. "She really did me good, didn't she?" As you get dressed, you glanced under the sheet Nayeon had placed on you and notice the dark spot where your cum had seeped onto the sheets. You’d have to apologize for the mess. As walked out of the room and went back into the main lobby, you saw Nayeon standing behind the counter with a bottle of water in her hand.
"Here, thought you might need this. Your throat might be dry from all that moaning." She whispered the last part, laughing as she saw the blush that crept onto your face.
"T-thanks. I’m sorry about the -uh- mess in there" you smiled shyly at her.
Nayeon smirked before opening the computer. "It’s no problem. I’ll keep them for your next visit.” You gasped while she just giggled and continued. “Speaking of which, when would you like to set up your next appointment?"
#kpopidol#kpop imagines#kpop gg#kpop#nayeon#twice nayeon#smut#twice smut#nayeon x reader#twice x reader#kpop smut
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Ok. Shit.
I get the feeling I'm not gonna sleep tonight, and who knows, I might regret this tomorrow but I need to get some thoughts out.
I've tried to retain this idea that most people are inherently good. Some of this is the remnants of whatever religious faith I was brought up in, and some of it is just what I tell myself to stay sane. It's getting harder to think that way, but I am trying to hold on to it.
There's this image I keep replaying in my head. My dad and I were visiting family down south shortly after he had wrapped up his cancer treatment. We stopped by my aunt's house in South Carolina, and she told me with tears in her eyes about how she had started gardening again after my dad's diagnosis. There was a Trump flag flying from her roof.
On another visit to the same family members, we were visiting a college and walked by a gender neutral bathroom. My uncle made some off-color joke about it and then quickly moved on when nobody laughed. My sister (a sort of closeted trans woman) looked at me with an expression of both deep sadness, and whatever face you make when you watch a bird fly head-first into a window.
My point is, I know these people aren't filled with hatred and malice. It's not constructive to waste your energy hating them when their greatest sin is ignorance.
I barely remember the Obergerfell decision, but I remember being in middle school around the time it happened. Attitudes towards queer people weren't great, but they changed so rapidly that I barely noticed. Maybe the fact that this was when I realized I was queer gave me a false sense of security when it came to the "moral arc of the universe", or maybe it's the example I have to hold onto about how fast things can change.
It's easy for people to fall into patterns of hate when they lack exposure, and the media landscape right now is making easier to avoid that sort of exposure. The basis of the fight against extremism is education, and I think it has to also be compassion.
Don't get me wrong, I also have family that are more than likely not worth the effort ("they" control the weather and all that), but those aren't most people. Most people are exhausted by politics. They see the price of groceries and vote for the other guy regardless of who's name is on the ballot. Or they're like a classmate of mine, who didn't really like either candidate and was having trouble just voting for the "better" one.
If anything, I guess this is a reminder to myself to hold on to empathy despite everything. It's fine to feel angry. Hell, it's probably good if it gets you moving. But we cannot respond to dehumanization with more dehumanization.
I'm not really all that religious anymore, but I hold on to some things. One of them is this: All things, by virtue of being crafted by God's hands, have value. Or, as my dad said it "God don't make no shit". This goes for yourself, as well as everyone else. I can't let myself lose that right now.
I don't want to belabor my point too much, but I do want to say that I saw people saying things like "it's all over if trump wins". I'm not going to lie, it's bad and people are going to get hurt and die because of this. America was waiting for the results of it's biopsy and we found out it's cancer... but we're not dead yet. I don't have a specific action I can advocate for, but please, don't give up. Authoritarianism is a longstanding wound on this country and it festers in apathy.
Take a deep breath. Regardless of what happens, time moves forward and the sun will rise in the morning. I am going to go to work, make some dinner, and hopefully find some way to work volunteering into my schedule.
Recommended listening if you want to cry right now
#oooookay we're doing this again#us politics#I have to project confidence otherwise the terror really sets in#I am very worried about my sister#but I have to find somewhere productive to put my anger otherwise im just going to scream at clouds for the rest of my life
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28.05.2024 — finals season
the day feels a little surreal (maybe because i didn't get much sleep, i need to fix my sleeping schedule, but with the end of the semester it seems just impossible), but i'm really proud of myself today!!
got a 97/100 in stp marketing and decided to try and talk to the professor to see if i could do something extra to get a 100/100. she was like ok we'll figure something out and then just texted me few minutes after that i didn't have to do anything and that she would add 3 points just for being active in class. i've never been so happy that i didn't skip a class in my life haha. she literally gifted me 3 points.
the upshot of the situation is that we really should try and speak up for ourselves if we feel like we have the resources to do so (or maybe write an email or smth). worst case scenario is they say no, and best case scenario well.... we might get a nice surprise.
got a 97/100 in design and graphics and i'm just ecstatic. i thought it would be a c. not a big deal because it doesn't affect anything, but i'm just glad it turned out better than i expected. i didn't go to a negotiation because i don't have the energy for extra assignments in that subject (wanna say i hope to never repeat it again in my life but never say never)
participated in an event about leadership and as i understand i won some small prize for actively participating in the discussion (just so you know, i never win anything and it was as unexpected and weird as possible).
handed in the last practical assignment on marketing services, so only the final exam is left, the same story with business planning.
tomorrow i have to start and finish my term project on business planning and i think i'll be doing it all night (hopefully i won't go crazy cuz i had like 3 months???? for it and still doing it the day before the deadline lol). the good thing is that i don't have to do all the work by myself and my two uni besties are in a team with me and we'll do everything together (and we'll rant about it together as well). i really like teamwork, guess i'm just very lucky with my classmates, they're amazing <3
🎵: run like a river — jamica (and yep i can't draw but i love it and i tried to draw my new plants but failed miserably)
#and yep i can't draw but i love it#and i tried to sketch my new plants#failed miserably as u can see#but just a little reminder that we don't have to be perfect to love something and do it anyway#chaotic academia#studyblr#study space#study blog#study aesthetic#studying#my stuff#student
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Girl Of His Dreams (03)
Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader
Au: Strangers to Lovers au
Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)
Rating: 18+
Word count: 9.5K
Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.
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The pinging sound of your phone distracts you from your assignment. You put your pen down and look at your mobile screen to notice an incoming text message from Jungkook.
Jungkook: hey
You: hello
Jungkook: free for a chat?
Technically, you aren't.
You have assignments to complete and modules that need to be studied. It only makes sense for you to tell him that you're busy but then there's a part of you that's curious as to what Jungkook might have to say. Plus, you doubt you'd be able to focus on your assignment now, even if you try to. Your mind will keep going back to Jungkook and you will keep wondering if what he had to say was something important.
It's better you quench your curiosity and then get back to work as that will be more productive.
You: yeah sure
You: what's up?
Jungkook: nothing much
Jungkook: just wanted to talk to you :)
Jungkook: but firstly, i gotta ask, did you enjoy meeting Jimin and Taehyung today?
You: ofc I did!
You didn't.
It wasn't nice to be the unattractive one in a room full of attractive people. It wasn't nice to get judgemental looks from Jimin. It wasn't nice to watch Taehyung walk gracefully and realise how incompatible you're. But needless to say, you can't say all that to Jungkook.
Jungkook: well i'm glad
Jungkook: i look forward to our next practice session
You: me too!
A lie.
You chew on your lower lip as a thought occurs to you.
You: btw when is it?
Jungkook: I'm not sure
Jungkook: but most likely next week
Relief courses through your veins, at that. You'd at least get the time to prepare yourself.
You: works fine
Jungkook: we could meet sometime before that if you'd like?
You: for the competition?
You: like to discuss something about it?
Jungkook: nah
Jungkook: just to meet and get to know each other better ;)
Your stomach sinks at what he could possibly mean. But you try your best to not come to any conclusions, although the little wink at the end of his text makes it incredibly difficult for you to do so.
You: is this for anything in particular?
You: i'm asking because i'll have to check my schedule and make time accordingly
Jungkook: nothing in particular really
Jungkook: well we could maybe just go to a restaurant
Jungkook: eat and chat ;)
Uh oh. This definitely sounds like a date.
But you still refuse to come to a conclusion and decide to ask him directly.
You: tell me if I'm wrong but this is sounding like a date 🤔
Jungkook: well then maybe it is 😏
When you read the text that confirms your suspicions, you sigh.
You're aware that Jungkook thinks you're his dream partner. With that awareness comes the understanding that sooner or later he'd have asked you out on a date. Although to be fair, you didn't think it would be this soon. You thought you had more time before you had to face the consequences of your actions.
But then it's Jungkook. He does have this aura about him which gives off the impression that he just goes after what he wants, irrespective of the pace the rest of the world is accustomed to.
However, you don't feel excited at the thought of going on a date with him. If anything, it is making you feel guilty.
One month. Just one month. It's not permanent. The moment you remove the ring, Jungkook will stop seeing you as his ideal partner. Everything will go back to normal.
You repeat the words in your head like a mantra until you feel some of the guilt subside.
You: well then
You: it's a date
Jungkook: great!
Jungkook: are you free tomorrow? After the classes get over?
You: yeah, I am
Jungkook: great I'll come to pick you up
Jungkook: wear something nice for me 😉
Jungkook: oh also, what kind of food do you prefer?
Jungkook: Italian? Mexican? Chinese?
You: anything works for me
Jungkook: well that answer won't do :(
You: umm well then Italian sounds great!
Jungkook: done 👍
Wow.
You stare at your screen blankly as the whole conversation sinks in.
Looks like you are going on a date with Jungkook. That too tomorrow.
"I don't understand who made him a professor," Brie grumbles, looking done with everything.
"Trust me everyone in the class has the same question," you murmur, feeling a mix of amusement, frustration and annoyance.
The professor in question is Mr. Reymond, who writes whatever he has to, on board, while talking and explaining it to himself. Once done, he will ask the class if they have understood or not, but hey, he doesn't really care. Hence, he answers his own question and rubs the board before moving on to the next topic.
"Man, his classes always make me feel sleepy," she yawns. "It's such a pain in the ass to pretend that you're listening to his shit."
"Eh, it's not like he cares," you shrug, noticing the number of people who are busy chatting away, some even occupied with their phones.
Brie notices the same thing and wonders if she could get away with sleeping through the class. "Do you think he would care if we sleep?"
"Try it out, I guess."
"I should give it a try, it would be like a cool experiment," she nods, applauding herself for coming up with something this great. "Now, c'mon close your notebook and put your head down on the table."
You glance at her sideways. "I never said I'm gonna accompany you in your little sleep experiment."
"It's not like copying those notes blankly would do you any benefit." She rolls her eyes and takes the initiative to take your notebook away from you and closes it shut. "Now sleep."
You huff and contemplate. You won't lie, you are really sleepy. You woke up earlier than usual because you had to choose what to wear for today's date. It wasn't an easy decision to make as you had to settle on something that won't look too formal or fancy to attend classes in but at the same time won't look too casual to wear on a date. Ultimately, you squared down to a yellow dress. It's simple yet elegant, which makes it the perfect choice.
But the question in hand is should you give in to your sleepiness? You look at Brie who's looking at you with eyes full of expectations and sigh. A nap is worth it. Who knows maybe you'll wake up looking fresh.
Brie grins at you, satisfied and proud when you put your head down before she does the same.
As it turns out, Mr. Reymond couldn't really care less about his students taking a nap in the middle of the class. Good for both of you, as when the bell rings, you two wake up feeling refreshed and energised.
"Want to go to the nearby cafe?" Brie asks, as she packs her bag up.
"I can't, I have assignments to complete."
That's technically not a lie, you do have assignments that need to be done. However, it's not due to the assignments that you deny accompanying Brie to the cafe. You're supposed to go on your little date with Jungkook and it's only after the date that you'll be able to return to your college work. But you can't tell that to Brie and hence give her the half-truth.
She sighs and mumbles to herself, "I should have guessed that response."
You two head out of the class and you take your phone out with the intention of shooting Jungkook a text to let him know that your classes are done for the day.
"Hey, isn't it that guy?" Brie elbows you and asks in a hushed whisper. "What's his name?"
You furrow your brows, interrupted mid texting and look at Brie in a questioning manner. She motions you to look in a particular direction and your eyes follow hers.
Your mouth parts open in surprise and your steps halt when you realise who it is. "Jungkook."
"Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! That's what his name is," Brie exclaims, finally feeling satisfied having put the puzzle of his name in place.
You look back at the screen of your phone and delete the words you had typed. Fuck, when Jungkook had said he would be coming to pick you up, you didn't think he meant right in front of your classroom.
"Isn't he a fashion designing student, though? What is he doing here in our building?" Brie asks out loud to no one in particular.
"You know him?" Your ask, your interest suddenly piqued.
"Well duh," she states with an expression as if that should be obvious. "Who doesn't know him? He's famous for being a fuckboy. Wonder what the girls see in him, though."
Well, that makes sense. After all, Jungkook has got quite a reputation for that. "I mean, he's attractive. I think that does it for him," you shrug.
She scoffs in amusement and looks at you in disbelief. "Y/N, please. He's not attractive."
Now, it's you who's looking at her in disbelief. "Are you blind? He's literally one of the most handsome guys I have ever come across."
"Eh, I don't find anything attractive about being a jerk," Brie replies without missing a beat as she looks over to where Jungkook is with eyes full of judgement.
Say whatever anyone wants, there's no changing Brie's mind about the opinion she holds of him. She had seen many girls cry over him and had formed a sense of dislike towards the guy from the very beginning. But it wasn't something personal until Jungkook broke Sana's heart.
Sana, who's a very dear friend of Brie's, is also one of the sweetest and kindest people she has ever met. The audacity Jungkook had playing with Sana's heart had Brie fuming.
She had half the mind to go and punch Jungkook right in his face but somehow managed to hold back her anger. But it wasn't only Jungkook who was on the receiving end of her rage, it was Sana as well.
She simply couldn't understand why Sana would ever expect anything more from Jungkook, despite knowing the kind of reputation he has. Brie did not mean to be that person, but she couldn't help but think that people walking up to him and offering their hearts on a silver plate gave Jungkook the perfect excuse to not own up to the hurt he causes people and say 'they signed up for it'.
However, according to Sana, she had genuinely believed that Jungkook cared for her and liked her enough to not let the relationship be just another casual fling. But of course, she was proved wrong.
Brie had several logical arguments why expecting something more from Jungkook was foolish. But the tears that streamed down Sana's face, had made Brie's heart soften. It made her realise that she did not need to make the points as Sana was most likely telling those things to herself anyway.
Things become messy when despite knowing, that you'll end up getting hurt, you go for it, thinking and believing that it's worth it. When the hurt and pain do catch up, who do you blame? The person who caused it or yourself?
If only Jungkook had a decent bone in his body and knew how to respect people's emotions.
Nevertheless, since that incident, Brie has been holding this resentment towards the boy for making someone like Sana feel this way. She simply can't keep calm every time she thinks about the amount of hurt he causes people and gets away with. Just like that, without any consequences.
Imagine her surprise when she realises that Jungkook; the very same Jungkook she despises, is walking towards the both of you.
The moment you have the same realisation, you look away from him and look down at your feet. You chew on your bottom lip and keep your gaze fixed on the ground, trying to avoid any weird looks you might be getting from the people around.
Jungkook stops in front of you and grins at the way you refuse to look at him. He bends down so that your eyes and his, are at the same level and greets you. "Hey, Y/N."
"Umm hey," you greet back meekly.
He assumes you're feeling shy and the thought makes him oddly satisfied.
"Are you ready for our date?" He queries.
Brie chokes on thin air and starts coughing loudly. "What do you mean by date?"
You look up immediately to answer Brie before Jungkook can but your words get stuck in your throat when you notice the look on Brie's face.
It's that of incredulity.
Her eyes go back and forth between you and Jungkook and it immediately makes you feel the same way you did under Jimin's gaze. You assume that she is most likely thinking the same thing Jimin did; why is Jungkook going on a date with you?
But the fact that it's coming from Brie, makes you more defensive than you were when it came to Jimin.
You almost feel betrayed?
"I think the word 'date' is pretty self-explanatory," you snap, without intending to.
Your sudden defensive stance and stiff body language catches Brie off guard. And before she can ask anything else, you leave the spot and start walking towards the main gate.
Jungkook walks right behind you.
"Who was she?" Jungkook pries once the two of you are out. Although the interaction was short, he could feel how the question asked by the girl caused you visible discomfort.
You take a deep exhale and feel immediate regret for the way you responded to Brie. You don't know why you reacted the way you did. Anyone would think the way Jimin did. Anyone would wonder why someone like Jungkook would take interest in someone like you. So what if Brie is your friend? That doesn't mean that she doesn't have a pair of eyes and common sense. Why did you even think that she would have a different reaction?
"She's Brie," you sigh softly. "She's my friend."
"I see," Jungkook nods, taking the hint that you do not wish to elaborate any further. "Should I call the car then?"
This has you blinking and stops your overthinking. "Car?"
Jungkook winks at you. "You didn't think I'd take you out in an uber, did you?"
Well to be fair, you didn't expect anything in particular. You were too busy stressing about how you should go about things to think about what Jungkook might have planned for the date.
You watch silently as Jungkook types something on his phone and moments later a Mercedes pulls over. You're too much of a noob to guess what the model is but you can tell it's expensive (well, to be fair, all Mercedes cars are).
He quickly walks up to the car and opens the backseat door for you. "Come on, hop in," he urges you, looking excited.
You thank him with a small, unsure smile and get in. Jungkook shuts the door before jogging over to the other side and getting in.
He sits next to you and asks the chauffeur to start the car, having already told him where to go.
However, you have no idea. You're in a car which has three people in it and it's only you who has no clue where you're headed. This doesn't sit right with you and causes your curiosity to spike.
"Where are we going?" You query looking at Jungkook expectantly.
"You will see when we reach there," he replies with a small curve of his lips. "That dress looks really cute on you, by the way. It suits you."
You have never believed any of Jungkook's compliments. You know he only says that because he is viewing you through the rose-coloured glasses the ring has put on him. Hence, every time he gives you these little compliments, you just pretend to accept them with a smile.
But for the first time, it occurs to you, how thoughtless it is of you to not compliment him in return.
Hence your eyes go on a little mission to find something you could compliment him on, knowing full well that there's plenty you could acknowledge and sing praises of.
However, your little mission is proven to be fatal when you get distracted by how ethereal Jungkook looks.
For the first time, you take notice of the white shirt he's wearing. The plain simple piece of clothing makes him look like an angel but the top three buttons which are kept undone make him look like sin.
With his right hand gripping the roof handle, his elbow rests on the window pane and the position somehow makes the veins in his arms bulge out. You find yourself feeling grateful for the rolled-up sleeves as it lets you have a clear view of his thick muscular arms that are inked with tattoos.
Your eyes move from his arms to the expanse of chest that's visible and the sight has you gulping. Gosh, why does it make you want to run your hands over his chest? You shake that thought away and think that it's a wise decision for your eyes to move on to somewhere safer; where you won't be having these unholy thoughts. Your eyes trail up towards his neck and eventually to his face.
His lips. They look so soft and plump and it makes you imagine how they'd feel against yours. The little mole under his lower lip adds to the beauty of his mouth and makes them look even more kissable. You don't even want to get started with the way his lips are curved upwa–
Wait. Why are they curved upwards?
Your eyes snap to his and shit. He's been watching you along.
Your whole body heats up in embarrassment and you scold yourself for having these thoughts.
Jungkook is attractive but that doesn't mean that you should be going on thinking about how kissable his lips are. It was one thing when you were doing it earlier but it's a whole different thing, now. You don't want to imagine kissing him because you'd never let something like that happen.
Him kissing you under the influence of the ring would be the same thing as someone spiking a person's drink and taking advantage of them. You'd never be able to live with yourself, if you were to do that.
You know what you're doing right now is probably no better but as long as it's harmless flirting and silly dates.
Only a month. Only a month. Only a month.
"Done checking me out?"
You look away, flustered and ashamed. "I wasn't."
He knows you're lying.
He also knows that you know that he knows, you're lying. Hence, he decides not to argue. Instead, he takes out his phone and connects it to the car's speaker.
Your brows knit together when you hear the melody that's now playing through the speakers.
"That's my favourite song," you inform Jungkook, your state of surprise turning into that of joy. Your mood lifts instantly as the light-hearted song greets your ears.
"I know," he responds, trying his level best to hold back the smile that's threatening to make an appearance.
Now, that has you looking at him weirdly. How on earth does he know that this is one of your favourite songs?
"How do you know that this is my favourite song?"
"Let's just say I stumbled upon a post yesterday that happened to let me know of this fun fact." The smile that he was trying to hold back, finally breaks across his face and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
Your brows shoot up. Here, you were thinking that maybe it's just pure coincidence and that maybe he likes this song too. But, no. Boy knew exactly what he was doing.
A fleeting thought appears in your mind as to what pictures he might have seen and whether you even looked presentable in them. But you find it easier to get rid of that thought by telling yourself that he's still here. If he had found those pictures ugly, he would have not gone on a date with you.
"So you were stalking me?" You squint your eyes at him in a scolding manner. "You just keep proving to me that you're a red flag."
Jungkook raises his hands in the air as if surrendering. What other option does he have anyway? He has nothing to say to defend himself. It's not like he wants to even. He isn't ashamed of his doings, at all. If anything, it was fun.
"Don't blame me. It's all your fault anyways," he retorts. "Your profile appeared on my for you page and how could I resist the urge to stare at that gorgeous face of yours?"
A red hue appears on your cheeks. You may not believe in his words but the way he looks at you every time while complimenting you, makes you want to hide from his intense gaze.
"Well, my profile let you know of my favourite song," you state, trying to deflect the topic. "What else did you happen to learn from my socials?"
"Let's see. You have a family dog, he's an Australian Shepherd. His name is Jack," he mused while running a hand through his hair. "Your favourite subject is biology and maths. You have a thing for Tom Hiddleston. And chocolate-flavoured ice cream is your favourite."
Damn. They are all correct. You didn't even know someone could know so much about you just from your instagram page.
"You know almost everything about me," you almost stutter your words out.
"I hardly think it's much. I bet there's a lot I don't know about you," he comments.
There isn't. Nothing interesting, at least.
Clearing your throat, you once again, change the topic of conversation and make it about him. "Compared to what I know about you, you do seem to know a lot about me."
He hums, acknowledging your point. "Well, what would you like to know about me?"
You shake your head, refusing to make things easy. "Nah, nah, nah. I'm going to stalk your insta and deduce my facts."
He laughs with his head thrown back, putting his neck on display. "Sure, then. Go ahead. Do your research."
You huff as if to say, challenge accepted. Taking your phone out from your bag, you type his name on the search bar and click on his profile when it shows up.
"Look at that, you haven't followed me yet," Jungkook whispers right next to your ears as he leans towards you to get clearer access to your mobile screen.
You yelp, not expecting him to be that close. Shuddering when his breath hits the skin of your neck, you pray to whatever god there is to give you strength to make it through the car ride.
You try to focus back on the screen and on the silly challenge you have taken. Scrolling through his insta, you realise there isn't really anything that gives away much about Jungkook. His account is full of pictures of his designs and some occasional photos with his friends and of him partying.
What's worse? All posts are captionless.
Not wanting to accept defeat, you choose to scroll down even further. There must be a time when he put up pictures without giving them much thought. Maybe when he was in high school? Yes, that sounds about right. That's definitely the age when people find even a leaf on the ground worth posting on their social media.
However, your strong sense of determination dims when you reach his last post only to find that it's some quote.
You huff and lock your phone screen, which makes Jungkook lean back, finally allowing you to breathe freely.
"This is unfair," you complain with no real bite.
"It's not my fault, I'm just a private person," he defends himself with a wide bunny grin.
"But you know so much about me."
"I assure you, you'll get plenty of time to make things even," he winks, suggesting that this might be both of your first date but definitely not the last.
"You're under my observation," you inform him in a serious tone. "Just wait until I have got you all figured out."
"I will be patiently waiting," his eyes crinkle in the corner as he enjoys the playfulness of the conversation.
Before you can come up with a response, the car comes to a halt and you're reminded that this car ride isn't going to go on forever. You wish, it did though.
Maybe it's the ring that makes you feel confident enough to say what comes to your mind but somehow, you were comfortable like this with Jungkook. But now it feels like the small bubble you were in, has popped. You will have to step out and you are sure people will give you the same looks Jimin and Brie did.
Before you can mentally prepare yourself, a valet opens the door for you. You smile at him and step out.
Your mouth falls open when you realise where you are. It's one of the costliest Italian places in the city.
"I knew you'd like it."
Jungkook feels content seeing the look of awe and surprise on your face. It tells him that you were not expecting to be here and perhaps that's exactly what he wanted.
"I-I do," you stutter trying to find the right words to describe how you're feeling. "It's just that I wish you had told me that we were coming here. I would have dressed accordingly."
"If you were to ask me, you are dressed just right." Jungkook comments. "And you don't need to worry about dressing right. Irrespective of what you wear, you are always the prettiest in the room."
You give Jungkook a small smile to let him know that you appreciate his words. However, his words don't have much of an effect in easing your nerves.
How can it ease you when you know that everything Jungkook is saying is because of the ring? You know you aren't the prettiest. Something which is highlighted even more by Jungkook's presence next to you.
Jungkook takes a hold of your hand— totally oblivious to your insecure thoughts— and with a wide excited grin guides you inside.
"Good evening sir. Good evening ma'am," the receptionist greets the both of you with a warm welcoming smile. "May I please have the name the reservation was made under?"
"Jeon Jungkook," Jungkook replies.
The receptionist nods and does a quick check on his computer before looking up. "Sam will guide you to your table. I hope you enjoy your time with us."
A waiter approaches both of you and upon reading his nametag you realise that it's Sam.
"Please follow me," he requests, politely.
You and Jungkook trail behind Sam until he leads you both to a more secluded area and ultimately stops near a two-seater round table. On your way, you keep your eyes fixed on the ground and try to make a curtain out of your hair so that people don't get a look at your face.
"Please take a seat. Your attendant will be with you shortly." Sam bows, before taking his leave.
Now that you feel a bit more comfortable with the area being secluded, you set your hair back in position and take notice of your surroundings.
You look around in amazement and take in how quaint the place is and how peaceful it feels. Unlike the low murmur outside, there's a low soothing music in the air which greets your ears and makes you relax. The lights are dimmed and to make up for it, hangs a chandelier right above the table and a beautiful vase of bright red roses sits at the centre. Dare you say everything looks very romantic?
The sound of chair scraping against the floor catches your attention.
"Per favore prendi posto," Jungkook says with an Italian accent. Tries to. It comes out so adorably terrible that you end up laughing.
He frowns, confused. "Was that funny?"
You try your best to stop your laughter but the confused expression on his face doesn't help. A few moments later, as your laughter dials down to small chuckles, you finally manage to reply to his question. "It was unique. I have never heard that accent before."
Jungkook squints his eyes and extends his hand for you to take. "Why don't you teach me then?"
You put your hand in his and let him guide you to your seat. "I know for a fact that every time I try to do an accent, it comes out terrible. So, I'm not even going to try."
Once you are seated, Jungkook does the same. "Well, I should at least get points for trying. I listened to a few Italian phrases over and over again during our entrepreneurship class."
"Well you do get points for your efforts," you smile cheekily and shrug.
"Well you're worth the effort," he flirts, not missing the opportunity.
Worth the effort. Something about those words makes your smile drop.
Mayhaps, it's because you have recently been questioning your worthiness and have been wondering exactly how much of the good things and experiences that you have always wished for, do you actually deserve.
Going on a date with a handsome guy and having your heart flutter at the romantic gestures made by him, had always been something that you wanted to feel and experience.
Here you are. Having exactly that experience but feeling way different than you had imagined.
Here's Jungkook, saying how you're worth the effort and all it does is remind you of the fact that it's all because of a ring. That you need a ring for someone to think that way.
Ironically, it makes you feel worthless.
"Good evening, I'll be your attendant for today," a waitress arrives and introduces herself to the both of you with a smile. However—and you might be wrong—but the smile she shoots at you and the one she shoots Jungkook seem different.
"Uhh right," Jungkook trails off awkwardly, realising that the two of you haven't taken a look at the menu at all. "We have not yet decided what to order."
The waitress smiles, putting her beautiful set of teeth on display. "That's not an issue, sir. Just let me know when you're ready and I'll take your order."
With that she bows and leaves.
"Take this," he hands you a menu book while he opens another copy of the same. "I have never been to this place before but I have heard that the food is good."
Your eyes scan the list of food items on the menu book and the prices next to them. Everything is overpriced but it does not surprise you. As long as the preparations are good, you think.
After much thinking, you choose to order lasagne while Jungkook orders risotto.
When the waitress is done taking the orders, she asks if there's anything else the two of you would like. You can't help but notice how despite the question involving both of your choices, her question is directed at Jungkook. Her eyes remain fixed on his and she totally ignores your presence.
It's only when Jungkook asks if you'd like some red wine that she is forced to acknowledge you.
"Yeah, sure." You could really do with some wine now.
You exhale a sigh when the waitress leaves. To not overthink what her behaviour could possibly mean—although you already have some idea—you try to make a conversation with Jungkook.
"This place is really nice," you look around, appreciating the little details that make this place such a calm and soothing one. "You have good taste."
"To be honest, I just googled the costliest Italian place near me and this came up."
You quirk a brow, finding his thought process to be somewhat funny. "So you just wanted to show off how rich you are?"
He finds your question amusing. What he finds even more entertaining is how directly you ask him about it. "Well, being rich is supposed to be attractive."
"I mean I guess everyone has their preferences," you nod, not giving his words much thought.
However, your casual tone has Jungkook suddenly curious about whether you find it attractive or not.
"What are your preferences? Do you find rich guys attractive?"
"I won't necessarily say so. I mean sure, it's ideal if a person is well off. But it's not like being rich is a character trait or something."
Jungkook finds himself feeling confused by your words as it doesn't make it clear to him. You said you don't really find it attractive but then you also mentioned how it's ideal if it's someone who's well off.
You notice the look of confusion on his face and elaborate your point a little. "If you were to imagine the perfect case scenario, you'd obviously imagine there to be no lack. Why would you daydream and imagine a person having any sort of struggle, be it financial or of any other form?"
Jungkook kind of gets your point. Perfect case scenario; the person is well off. But it still doesn't satisfy him as not everyone can afford that lifestyle. "Not everyone's rich, though. There's only a small part of society that can be classified as rich and well-off. Does it not make the rich ones more attractive and more desirable?"
You hum, finding the conversation interesting. "Again, like I said it's about individual preference–"
"What do you prefer?" He cuts you off, reminding you how his initial query was about your preferences. He couldn't care less about other people's choices if he were, to be honest.
"For me, I don't think I have considered a person's bank balance before going out with them," you muse, thoughtfully. "So no, I don't think being rich makes someone attractive."
"How come?" He prods finding your response simply absurd.
"For one, it's their parents'. No one becomes rich at the age we are unless you're in the entertainment industry or you own a startup that took off really well," you hum and pause for a moment or two, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words.
"Second, money is never stable. You can be a billionaire one day, a millionaire the next and broke the day after. It could go vice versa as well, you could become a billionaire from being broke," you add, your words spilling out one after the other. "Wealth will come and go but if my attraction is based on that, then it's bound to be fickle."
When you had initially said that a guy's wealth is not necessarily attractive to you, Jungkook presumed that you were lying. But as you speak he can sense the amount of thought you're giving into your words and realises that you were speaking the truth.
"Being wealthy is advantageous though."
"Never said it wasn't–" you agree, "–and trust me no one knows that better than the people who come from a humble background."
"What is that supposed to mean?" He tilts his head, trying to understand where you're taking this conversation.
"Some like to assert their superiority by displaying the advantages they enjoy. They believe that others need to be reminded of the luxury the rich can afford. Which is kind of stupid because, people who aren't well off, are aware of it already."
"Do you think I consider myself to be superior just because I'm rich?" A challenging look enters his gaze as he asks the question that comes to his mind immediately after hearing your words.
"We wouldn't be having this conversation if you didn't," you reply, not faltering under his gaze and perhaps for the first time, it's you who smirks in satisfaction.
Jungkook, who had been leaning forward and had one of his elbows on the table, now reclines such that his back touches the chair. He looks at you for a few moments and then suddenly breaks into a fit of chuckles. Something that causes you to giggle as well.
Jungkook has never been shy about the wealth his family has acquired over the years. Be it in the way he throws luxurious parties every once in a while or be it in the way he chooses different cars to arrive at college, he always makes a statement about his wealth. It is also one of the many reasons why he has never had to put much effort into getting the girls he has been interested in.
He does not know how many of them have found his habit of displaying his money attractive and how many have found it the opposite, but one thing's for sure; no one has ever called him out for it right on his face. And he just can't help but find amusement and humour in it.
He doesn't even know how the conversation came to this, because to be honest, it's a very weird topic of discussion for a first date. But he won't lie, he enjoyed it nevertheless. It was refreshing.
The rest of the evening goes by just fine. Once the wine gets in your system, you loosen up and giggle at the smallest of things. The dishes, although overpriced, are delicious and are a great treat for both of your tastebuds.
Perhaps, the only thing that makes you uncomfortable is the waitress. Every time she comes to your table, she somehow manages to intentionally ignore you without making it obvious. Her total disregard for you and the unnecessarily wide grins she gives Jungkook, makes you squirm in your seat.
However, you try your best to ignore it. You succeed at it even. But once you two are done with your food, she comes with the bill and what you have been trying to ignore, becomes unavoidable.
You take the bill, intending to split it in two when you notice that she has left a small note at the bottom.
Call me when you get bored with her ;)
And right below it, is her number.
Your mood deflates dramatically when you read it. Is it that obvious to others, that you aren't exactly what someone would prefer? That sooner or later, someone would get bored of you?
Believing the answer to these questions to be yes, you pretend to not have noticed the little note and pass the bill to Jungkook.
After one month, when you remove the ring and when Jungkook ultimately stops seeing you as his dream partner, who knows maybe he will end up using her number. Yes, you can totally see that happening. She's also his type. Unlike you.
Jungkook opens the menu book, inside which lies the bill and notices what the waitress has written for him. It makes him chuckle. "She left her number for me."
Your left eye twitches a little. "I know."
He shakes his head at the waitress's silly behaviour, not paying it any mind.
You won't ever say it out loud but maybe you expected a little more reaction from Jungkook. Anything to defend you and recognize how disrespectful her words were.
But you try pushing those thoughts away. It's only for a month and Jungkook is most likely more than used to girls giving him their numbers. Moreover, it's not like Jungkook would be here sitting in front of you on a date, had it not been for the ring. Who are you to expect things from him when you're doing something so low? Beggars can't be choosers.
"I am gonna pay my share of the bill using card," you inform him, unzipping your purse.
Jungkook frowns at you. "You do realise that I'm the one who's paying right?"
"Nope, we are gonna split the bill in half," you vehemently disagree.
He is baffled at your weird behaviour. He's the one who asked you out on a date, he's the one who chose this place and hence, shouldn't it be a given that he's the one who's going to pay?
"There's no way I'm letting you pay," he states, leaving no room for argument.
Splitting the bill in two, is simply what has always seemed right to you. You have always been the kind of person who would offer and prefer to pay for their share. You believe that to be morally right.
But maybe, if it were someone else, you wouldn't be so hellbent on paying. You would have understood that it's only a first date and that they are more than comfortable paying. If it were someone else, you'd most likely accept their generosity and later take them out on a date to make things equal.
But it's Jungkook. The same Jungkook who thinks lowly of the real you. If you were to let him pay, you doubt you'd be able to sleep peacefully at night.
You see how determined he is to not let you pay but you refuse to back down. You gnaw on your lower lip as you come up with something that might just be a little childish and silly.
Before Jungkook can comprehend a thing, you're getting up from your seat and quite literally start running. Jungkook sits there with his eyes wide in surprise as he fails to understand what just happened. It's only after a few moments that he realises that you're headed towards the reception, to pay.
This makes him get up from his seat at the speed of light and he too starts sprinting like a man on a mission.
However, and much to his dismay, when he approaches the reception, your card is in the process of being swiped.
Jungkook heaves, not prepared to be running right after having a meal. "My goodness, you're something."
"For someone who looks this fit, you really shouldn't be running out of breath after sprinting a few steps," you tease playfully, trying to steer away the conversation from the topic of paying the bill.
He immediately tries to take deep slow breaths to give the impression that he isn't having a tough time getting air in his lungs. "I can breathe just fine. I was just caught off guard by you suddenly taking off."
"You left me with no other choice," you shrug as you collect your card back.
Having finally accepted defeat, Jungkook swipes his card and proceeds with his payment.
When the both of you are done, you two head out after thanking the man at the reception for their services. Once out, you take a deep inhale of the fresh air, feeling glad that you're out of the restaurant and of the fact that you'll most likely never see that waitress again. You think you're finally done with all the uncomfortable situations for today and find yourself looking forward to returning to the dorms.
You're proven wrong when Jungkook asks a question you didn't even know had the potential of making you feel distressed.
"Let's take a picture."
He takes his phone out and opens the camera application. The moment he turns the camera towards you, you bring your palms up to cover your face.
"Ah, no I look so tired. Don't click my pictures."
Jungkook frowns but complies and brings his phone down. At least, for the time being.
"You weren't this shy when we met the first time," he wonders out loud. You feeling uncomfortable modelling in front of Jimin and Taehyung was understandable, after all, you were meeting them for the first time and you don't have much experience with modelling. The fear of embarrassing yourself is natural. However, the more time he spends with you, the more he realises how shy and skittish you are. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just different from the first impression he had of you.
Your eyes snap to him when you register his words. Your mind reminds you of the things you did before the ring and it immediately makes you cringe.
"Please don't remind me of that," you mumble in a small voice, suddenly finding your heels very interesting.
"Hey," he whispers upon realising that he might have said the wrong thing. He places his index finger below your chin and makes you look at him. "I meant it when I said that you're always the prettiest in the room."
It's all because of the ring. You know Jungkook would never say this, otherwise. Despite that, the insecure voice in your head quietens downs a little.
"Even though your hair is a little messy," he adds light-heartedly and pats the top of your head to smooth out the frizziness. "You still look unearthly."
His eyes hold a certain warmth and gentleness to them, that you haven't seen from him before. It makes the rest of the world fade away and makes you whisper, "Thank you."
Had it been anyone else, Jungkook would be making his move and would be kissing them right now. But you're not just anyone else. You're, you.
Jungkook has always had a certain formula for dates. Ask them out, book a table in an expensive hotel, take them to the destination in one of his luxurious cars, flirt around a little to make them feel flustered and once the date is coming to an end, kiss them. It's always been that simple.
However, the date with you was different. Except for a few particular moments, he didn't feel like he had the upper hand at all. It was like going on a pre-planned journey but then you took over the driver seat and took him along with you on a ride.
"Do you want to take a picture?" This time, he asks in a gentle tone, instead of just stating it like he did the previous time.
Although you still feel unsure, you nod.
Jungkook, happy that you finally agreed to take a picture, brings his phone up and positions it such that the both of you are in frame. He tilts his head so that it's touching yours and clicks the picture.
He looks at the photo and grins, satisfied with the result. "Look at the picture, it is cute."
You fail to find anything cute about yourself but hum, nevertheless.
When you reach your dorms, it's around eight in the evening. Thanks to Jungkook who wanted to go around the city a little and took the long way back.
Nevertheless, you are glad to be back in the comfort of your dorms. Thankfully your roommate isn't here, which saves you from the grilling questions she would be throwing at you, otherwise.
You complete your assignments, clean up your room and make yourself a packet of ramen before going to bed.
With your cheek pressed against the pillow and your arms tightly hugging the plush toy you got recently, you recall the events from today's date.
It was one of a kind, that's for sure.
At first, it didn't feel quite right. But gradually, you just went with the flow.
The more you spend time with Jungkook, the more you get comfortable saying the things you usually would. Of course, it's not all rainbows and sunshine but it's still enough. If the Y/N from two weeks ago were to learn about the way you talk to him now, she would most likely never believe you.
Most importantly, you don't dread spending time with him as much.
Ignoring the waitress incident, you'd say that the date was enjoyable even.
One moment, which stands out to you, however, is the little moment you shared with him towards the end of the date. You weren't surprised by the words he said but the seriousness with which he said them almost had you breathless.
A small smile appears involuntary on your lips as you recall the look in his eyes and it almost makes you feel….shy?
But the moment you realise what you're doing, you shake away the feeling. It's all because of the ring, you remind yourself repeatedly until the little warmth that you were feeling is completely gone.
Pledging to not think about the date and Jungkook anymore, you tightly shut your eyes and wait for sleep to take over you.
When your eyes open, you're in a whole different place.
You don't know where you are but it feels comfortable, familiar and safe. You look around a little in hopes that maybe you will recognise the place but you fail to find any clues.
After some time, you notice a bright light at the end of the tunnel.
But wait, is this a tunnel?
You don't know. It might as well be a cave. You can't tell, really. Whatever it might be, you don't feel the urge to figure out the exact answer as it feels so familiar. As if you have known this place forever.
However, the light has you curious. What is it? Where is it coming from? What lies out there?
You hesitate for a split second if you should leave this place of comfort but in the end, curiosity gets the best of you.
You take tiny steps and head outside. The bright light makes you wince in discomfort. A look of irritation appears on your features as your pupils try to adjust to the brightness. You squint your eyes hard and try to look for the source of the light. However, you look away immediately, finding it impossible to stare at the object.
Giving up, you allow your pupils the time it needs to adapt. When you feel comfortable enough to look around, your eyes take in everything about the environment you currently find yourself in.
It's new, somewhere you have never been before which makes you feel nervous. Who knows what you're going to encounter here? What kind of people you'll meet? What experiences will you have?
A sudden cheer coming from a distance catches your attention and without giving it a second thought, you start walking in that direction. Anything is better than being alone in an unknown place.
However, after a few steps, what you see, dissipates your fears.
You see swings, seesaws, slides and a variety of other rides that look incredibly fun. Birds chirp away, colourful butterflies fly from one flower to another and fishes swim in the pond.
It's a playground, you realise.
You look down at your feet and only then do you happen to notice that you're barefoot and that you have been walking on soft grass all along. Excitement blooms in your chest when you see how beautiful everything around you is. You have never felt anything like this before. There's so much to do, so much to enjoy and so much to see.
Deciding that it's the fishes you want to see first, you rush to the pond side and crouch down.
You stare in awe as you see a variety of fishes, varying vastly in size and colour, swim around in the water. Some occasionally come to the surface which causes small bubbles to come out of their mouths. Then, your eyes land on the water lilies and you gasp at how beautiful they are. You look at the water droplets that rest on the petals and you feel awe at how perfectly round they are; like little pearls. You dip your hand in the pond and the cold water brings contrast to the warmth you have been feeling on your skin since stepping out.
Warmth. Light. Too much light.
Suddenly something clicks in your mind and you realise that the source of light you were trying to figure out a few moments ago, was the Sun.
You giggle at the thought that it took you so much time to realise that.
You're so silly.
Shrill excited screams greet your ears and your eyes snap in the direction the noise came from. Your smile widens even further when you realise it's a group of children playing together. They look so happy and ecstatic chasing each other that it immediately makes you want to join.
You get up and run in their direction. "Can I join?" A bright grin plays on your lips as you look at them expectantly.
The children stop playing and look at you. Their bright smiles fade slowly and something cruel, and menacing takes over their features. The sky turns grey, thunder roars and owls start to screech.
You immediately know that there is something wrong. You turn around and start running with all that you have got.
But you only make it so far.
A tall, dark, hooded figure appears in front of you and out of nowhere, you lose your mobility. You try your best to move your feet and run but to no avail.
The mystery figure starts laughing loudly and you start feeling this crushing pain in your chest that's somehow both physical and emotional. You wail and cry for mercy but no one shows sympathy.
God, you should have just stayed where you were. Why did you choose to come out?
Your eyes snap open and the first thing you do is turn on the lights. Looking around you realise that you are in your dorm and that it was just a dream.
However, that realisation doesn't soothe you. You find yourself still being in flight or fight mode and the crushing pain in your chest refuses to leave.
You get up and grab a glass of water. With a displeased scowl on your face, you replay the dream you just had.
You have never had a dream like this before. You may have dreamt of monsters and magical places but never have you felt the emotions so vividly. And for some reason, the dream was scarier than any dream you have ever had.
You go to the washroom and splash your face with water. Taking a few deep breaths, you place your hand on your chest and try to calm yourself down.
After five minutes or so, you feel a bit steady. You splash your face a few more times before looking into the mirror.
It's only a dream, you tell yourself.
There's no point in trying to look into it or in trying to find some deeper meaning behind it. It may take a few minutes more for the remnant emotions to fade but there's no point in getting so worked up over it.
You sit on your bed and scroll through Instagram, hoping that it will act as a distraction and once again, find yourself waiting for sleep to take over.
The next day, you go to class looking like a zombie because sleep wasn't your friend last night. After that dream, it just simply refused to visit and as a result of which you were forced to stare at the ceiling like a fool.
You would have honestly preferred to miss the first few classes but then you refused to do so as you owe an apology to Brie. Talking to her and letting her know that you didn't mean to react that way comes way before getting an early morning nap.
With a practised speech (because you can't risk letting anything about the ring out) that you hope conveys your emotions, you walk into your class and look if Brie's here already. When you notice that she isn't, you find an empty seat and put your bag on the seat next to you, to save a seat for Brie.
You take out the storybook you started reading only a week ago and start reading it. However, after a few moments, you feel as if people are looking at you. You try to ignore it, thinking that it's just your mind playing games. But it soon becomes so uncomfortable that you are forced to look up from your book.
As it turns out, it wasn't just your mind playing games. People really are looking at you and are murmuring among themselves.
Before you can even come up with assumptions as to what this is about, someone taps on your shoulders, aggressively.
And of course, it's Brie.
"Explain this," she demands and shoves her phone at your face and looks at you, expecting an answer.
"Geez, calm down," you say with a light awkward chuckle.
"Sorry, can't," she clicks her tongue in annoyance and urges you to take a look at her phone.
You do so and look at the screen and you suddenly understand why people are looking at you weirdly. It's the same picture you and Jungkook clicked yesterday using his phone. The only difference is, it's now on Jungkook's instagram available for everyone to see.
"Shit," you whisper as your face pales.
You didn't for once consider the possibility that he will upload the picture on his Instagram.
There's nothing you can do now, you realise. It's already out and by the looks of it, is a topic of discussion among your peers.
Your eyes fall on the ring and a feeling of annoyance sparks within you. You thought this ring would make things easier for you. You just wanted one month of peace and happiness.
Why then, do you find yourself unable to feel those very emotions?
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I've been so freaking obsessed with Evan Rosier/Percy Weasley time travel fic.
Starts out as a Voldemort wins AU and Percy time travels to the past, ends up about 16/17 and back in Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin, he doesn't know shit about Voldemort or how to prevent the war, so he does the only logical thing he can. Becomes a better alternative to Voldemort. Yup, straight up Percy Weasley cult, yes I'm doing that :P
It takes a while, but most of the other students are more or less on board, except Evan Rosier. He's hanging around because his friends are all enamoured, but he's suspicious, he doesn't trust Percy. Percy thinks he's hot c: Evans emotionally constipated self thinks Percy is hot too :p but very sus and he doesn't trust easy
So basically Percy has to change the future by forcing the Hogwarts population into therapy, becoming a sort of accidental cult leader, joining the pta and uniting with parents in ways that change actually happens even if they don't like some things he says, changing some of the dumb things the teachers do, changing the gryffindor bias, promoting interhouse unity and all that fun stuff :D
Yk like litte things that change everything
His and Evans dynamic is kinda like
Evan: *shaking the front of Percy's robes* I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're playing at but I'm going easy on you because my friends like you. But you so much as stub their toe, you are dead, do you hear me?
Percy: That's nice, mind the robes will you? They're new. Unlike some people I can't afford buying new ones for every idiot who randomly decides to assault me.
Evan: You kissed Mulciber?
Percy: What of it
Evan: No- I just- Mulciber? He's probably got some- I don't know, infectious disease!
Percy: If I didn't know better I'd think you wanted to kiss me.
Evan: *spluttering*
Evan: Why were you hanging around with Snape
Percy: *flipping page of his book* We were discussing the importance of media literacy in charged political climates
Evan: *darkly* Of course you were.
Percy: Is there a problem?
Barty: *popping up out of nowhere with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle at Evan* Yeah, why are you bothering him Evan, it's like your obsessed :)
Evan: I am not obsessed! I just- I- I just think maybe his lordship shouldn't leave everyone out of interesting discussions!
Barty: Seriously.
Percy: Actually, that's a good point Rosier. Thank you for pointing that out. How about tomorrow we properly launch debate club! I'll go ask professor Slughorn, Rosier will you assist me?
Evan: *dying inside* Whatever. I don't have anything else that I'm doing so like- yeah
Evan doesn't know why the fuck Percy is crying but he gets it. He gets what it's like and he doesn't trust him, can't trust him, can't make that shrivelled little thing inside him reach out and accept someone new, but he can understand. And he holds him. And Percy cries into his jumper until he's asleep and then Evan tells himself he should go, he shouldn't be here, it feels so wrong to see this boy so vulnerable and trusting but he stays and in the morning they don't talk about it. In the morning Avery fawns a little as he pours milk in Percy's cereal and he sneers just the same as usual, a hufflepuff asks for Percy's thoughts on rock music and he scoffs and rolls his eyes the same as usual but he finds himself checking if Percy actually eats the food they give him, seeing the dark circles under the redheads eyes, seeing the smudged and filled up schedule he keeps worrying over
ASDFGHJKL I CAN'T GET OVER THEM PLS
oh sounds neat
ngl I don't really know anything about Evan because I'm not a Marauder girlie like at all
Death Eaters are honestly my least favorite people to pair with Percy personally and there's not many that I do actively like
so i don't tend to pay them much attention unless i find them interesting for some other reason
because as anyone who's been here long enough can probably tell i have a hard time caring about characters unless i can tie them back to Percy in some way or another
but regardless yeah Percy and Time travel are two of my favorite fic genres so i could see the appeal
Percy trying to start a cult himself is very funny though
like at this point he just doesn't know what else to try so he's just kind of like fuck it i guess ill try this
it is neat because Evan's the only one seemingly suspicious and in a way his suspicions are right like Percy is 100% up to something its just that the something isn't actually a bad thing really
Also your writing him so jealous thats always fun
#percy weasley#evan rosier#evan rosier/percy weasley#might not really be for me#but i do love hearing about what other people ship and why#for Percy thats double true#it's always very fun to see how everyone's brains work so differently and what gives different people brainrot#like go off I'm so proud of you#i wish i had more to say dhfadhf#Elise's Thoughts and Concepts
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i need to vent im sorry lmfao
I started my student field placement yesterday and I absolutely HATED it. Like, I didn't have any problems with anyone and they were nice but I felt like a dumb ass. I was just following this one lady around the whole time because i didnt know what to do and i felt like I was being so annoying. Like I know im new but I felt like a fucking puppy following her around and I cant help thinking i was irritating her. All I was told to do was "watch my training videos and help set up tables and chairs" so I was lost for 80% of my shift. I think I cried in the bathroom about four times. I broke down crying when I got home too and my parents just yelled at me and told me to grow up... like I just wanted a bit of reassurance and comfort but I guess i was looking in the wrong place lol, how stupid of me!
Not to mention I worked from 1:30-9:00; I'm not used to working that late and I thought I could handle it. I have a chronic health condition that makes me super tired and I was so fucking exhausted by like 7:00. I don't want to say anything because I've already changed my schedule once and I don't want to bother my supervisor. But I literally got home, cried, and just collapsed into bed because I had no energy, had a headache, and I was in pain (since I had to help set up and take town tables + chairs & I suffer from inflammation/joint pain). I have to work the same shift today too and I'm already dreading it.
Tomorrow, I start at 10:30 so I do get to go home earlier. But, I won't have a ride and I can't drive, so I'll have to take TWO busses in an area I've never been to before yesterday. I hate taking the bus in general bc it gives me anxiety so I genuinely feel like throwing up. Not to mention I'm afraid of being late so I'm going to leave like an hour and a half early.
I only have this placement for three weeks. Even if I don't start to feel better about it, at least it's not permanent. But I need to get a good evaluation from my supervisor or I literally won't pass. I'm just exhausted and I'm feeling like maybe I chose the wrong field to go into :(
#i KNOW no one is going to read my whining but i just needed to vent#im so tired#and in pain#i was trying so hard not to cry in front of my coworkers all day#also dont expect many posts from me for a while lmfao i have no time#shut up rebecca
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The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨
Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)
Tag @thickemadame
Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway
All characters reservations to Horikoshi
Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)
All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.
However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.
The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.
He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.
He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!
Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️
Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!
His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.
Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.
Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?
Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to
Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy
Him: Hi y/n!
Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time
Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow
Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date
Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈
Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?
Him: Yes!
Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!
Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️
Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that
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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!
When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)
"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.
Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.
"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"
They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"
She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"
Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout
After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.
A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack
She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.
"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"
When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)
Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket
Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?
Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈
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Break Me Slowly|Part 22|Yandere Levi x Evelyn
(A/N: Happy New Year to all of my lovely followers! What a better way to kick off this year than with another chapter of Break Me Slowly. Tomorrow is the end of the holidays so I can get back into a proper writing schedule with MHMM coming out. As always I hope you enjoy and reply to this post to be added to the taglist!)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Her core burned for him, she was so needy she couldn't think straight. Had this separation taken a bigger toll on her than she thought? He was weak and wounded, she didn't have to do any of this, he couldn't force her to do anything, and yet she wanted it. He wasn't shredding the clothes from her body, she was taking them off willingly. She refused to let the momentum slow, noticing his interest in her bare chest and putting his hands on her. Levi pinched and squeezed, making her body clench on nothing, the wetness soaking through her panties.
Evelyn started to grind down on his hips, needing any friction to hold herself together. The rock hard bulge rose to meet her, instincts taking over as she rocked her hips faster.
A gasp caught in her throat when he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking the hard point with his tongue. Each circle he made sent a jolt of desire straight to her cunt. She needed him, oh how she needed him.
Finally she pulled his face away from her breast, forcing her tongue into his mouth and earning a groan from the usually emotionless captain. He was letting her win this fight for authority, he wanted to see how much she wanted it. Most likely it was all ammo to be used in his manipulative arsenal but when he was this hard and she was this wet who the hell cared.
Their bodies belonged together. They yearned for each other. Maybe Levi was right, they were meant to be. Two assholes destined to kill and destroy anything in their path for the sake of winning this little game. They would burn the world to the ground if it meant triumph over the other and bragging rights. Perhaps the world should be afraid of Eldians, at this moment the fate of humanity was irrelevant compared to the passion and heat between them.
His dick was leaking in anticipation, desperate to be buried in her warm folds. Painfully hard and perfect, perfect to be deep inside her. Levi was so compliant and willing to let her have her way it was almost unnerving, so she hesitated, looking to him for permission.
"That's right, give in my dear."
All at once he's inside her, when she sits fully down on his hips he's so deep it feels like he's in her stomach. Evelyn can't help it, her body moves on its own, rocking with such desperation. Moans and gasps fall freely, her hands on his arms digging in to his flesh as all the sensations are too much.
He holds her steady, hands on hips guiding her to find a good rhythm. Every so often stilling her movements to sheath himself as deep as possible, ensuring she feels every inch and vein. Praises come from him when she's willing, calling her a good girl and encouraging her to do more.
She jumps and tries swatting his hand away when his thumb finds her clit, every jerk of the hips rubbing his digits against that bundle of nerves. He keeps his finger pressed firmly, determined to drive her over the edge and squeezing every drop of cum out of him.
All at once the familiar warm tingle washes over her entire body, making her ride him feverishly to continue the high for as long as possible. Her moans loud enough anyone could hear as she cries out his name over and over, as if begging him to stop and begging him to keep going all at once.
When she's through his dick twitches inside her as his cum fills her, his breathing slowly returning to normal when she collapses onto his chest.
As touch starved as he was, Levi desired nothing more than Evelyn willingly in his arms, holding her tight and kissing her forehead. "That's my girl."
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The return to camp was awkward to say the least. Evidently even in a forest of this size passionate sex would not go unnoticed. For fear of their hide no one would dare mention it however.
Reiner especially seemed distraught. Deep down he believed that what they had done was forced by the ruthless Captain and poor Evelyn was threatened to take care of his lust. The look of pure satisfaction in her eyes a coincidence of course. One of these days he would wring that midget's neck and then Evelyn would be free, free to be his. They could both forget the war, and be happy. According to what Evelyn had said in Marley no one believed her plight, perhaps it was time to expose Levi for the monster he really was.
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Later that night Reiner fumed over the closeness husband and wife shared. With so many men present Levi seemed especially possessive, never once letting his hand leave her thigh, and taking turns glaring at all present to ensure no one would challenge his authority. Hange wasn't spared from his gaze either, even though she would never think of trying anything with a married woman, it seemed Levi wouldn't put it past even her. His attitude and arrogance sent Reiner over the edge, he couldn't take it anymore, Levi thought he could get away with anything because of his status and strength. Well now it was everyone against him with no legality standing in their way of teaching this runt a lesson.
"Something wrong Reiner?" Since it was Evelyn who asked, the sole burning gaze of hatred was settled on Reiner from Levi.
"It's nothing." He mumbled, dropping his eyes.
"Oh, well if you're sure."
The gaze of smug satisfaction on the Captain's face at Reiner's cowardice pushed him to speak up regardless.
"Actually, there is." He pauses, taking turns looking at everyone. "My problem is when a man can get away with raping a woman and holding her hostage while everyone commends him as a great hero."
The look of warning flashes in Levi's eyes, daring him to say anything more and promising a consequence.
"What are you talking about Reiner?" The barely hidden annoyance in Jean's voice just adds to Reiner's frustration at the naivety of his now comrades.
"I'm talking about your beloved Captain Levi. The measures he's taken to ensure Evelyn is a docile servant destined to wait on him hand and foot."
A look of shock comes to Evelyn's face, disbelief in the fact Reiner would attempt to expose Levi here and now of all places. Whereas the Captain's jaw twitched, moments away from publicly executing this insolent cur.
"I know you have some hard feelings against Levi for what happened to Bertholdt but that's a bit too far." Hange's frown signified her disproval of this sudden attack on her friend.
"It's not far enough. Words don't do justice the horrific torture that man has placed on an innocent woman. And you all defend him because he lies through his rotten teeth!"
"Reiner enough-" Evelyn's voice is weaker than he had ever hoped to hear, she was trying to protect him from Levi's wrath.
"I can't just sweep this under the rug Evelyn! After all he's done to you he deserves to be hung in front of everyone as they expose him for what he is!" He stands and points a finger at Levi, who is uncharacteristically calm. "Well!? Don't you have anything to say!?"
Levi sighs, as if too bored to deal with this. "Have you any evidence?"
"Evidence? I have your own wife's confession!" He forcibly softens his gaze and looks at Evelyn. "It's okay, you can tell them."
The silence is heavy, she looks between the two and then the rest of those gathered. Levi's eyebrow is raised, a silent threat but also curious as to what she'll do.
"Levi..." She hesitates, making up her mind. She could be free right now, someone believes her and would back her up. Or she could continue the life she's been living with this man.
Reiner gives her an encouraging smile, prompting her to speak.
Finally she sighs, her mind made up. "Levi is a loving husband, I couldn't ask for a better friend and confidant."
The Captain's face contorts in a smug grin, pleased with her response. Whereas Reiner's face falls into despair and disgust.
"He's threatening her to say that! Can't you see that she feels she has to say that?"
"Enough Reiner, you've lost. I'll forgive these insults you've hurled against me if you drop it right now."
"Forgive me? Don't waste your breath, this isn't over you bastard. I'll find some way to make sure you never see the light of day again." With that he storms off, causing Connie to call after him.
"Where are you going?"
"To find somewhere else to sleep, I wouldn't put it past that devil to slit my throat." He marches off, vowing under his breath to get even with that smug son of a bitch.
#break me slowly#levi x oc#attack on titan#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi x reader#shingeki no kyojin#yandere levi#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi x reader
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Helloooooo!!! So I don’t know if you already saw it but there was a MOA talking about how she unexpectedly met TXT at the airport and everyone was so nice and the members were so handsome she was super excited blah blah blah.. but she mentioned that while soobin, taehyun, yeonjun and huening had brought something to eat, beomgyu wasn't eating anything, soooo maybe you could write something about it like he caught a really bad flu the day before the trip or something and he was feeling dizzy and had a fever and throwing up a lot on the plane. Also if you want you can write the POV of the MOA that saw them 🫢 like “I was constantly watching them and noticed how soobin was taking beomgyu’s temperature and Kai was rubbing his stomach” idk something like that.. I just saw it and I immediately thought about all this, what do you think? 😊
Here it is!! I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like it. (sorry I didn't come up with a good title)[also sorry that I didn't write for the "throwing up on the plane part" I finished writing it and didn't realize you wanted that 😭]
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"Hyung, do we have some medicine?"
Beomgyu asked Soobin as he approached the kitchen cabinet that contained medicines and vitamins, though he didn't know what medicine in specific he was searching.
"We do have, but what's wrong? what kind of medicine do you need?" Soobin was having some midday snack, they were all preparing their luggage for their trip the next day, it was still pretty early but better that than rush everything.
"Dunno. I don't feel well" Beomgyu was pouting, telling the truth. He felt off but didn't exactly know what's going on with his body.
"Maybe you're just tired or nervous, go lay down for a while and when lunch's ready I'll wake you, okay?" Soobin patted his head as he left his plate on the sink. Beomgyu did as told, he was indeed exhausted but he didn't do anything to feel like that at that hour of the morning.
He felt sleep slowly getting into him, and within a few minutes he was back in dreamland.
But those dreams were wrong, some bizarre images went through his head, everything felt too real but at the same time didn't make any sense; it was all a mixture of reality and dreams (or nightmares at that point), it was getting hard to breathe, everything felt so suffocating and the next second— a hand was shaking him awake.
"Beomgyu-ah, hey, what's wrong?" Soobin again, Beomgyu's chest hurt as he tried to breathe in order to calm himself down, his stomach was making some weird noises but not out of hunger, nausea was making its way too, bile rising through his throat but quickly being swallowed back down, a burning feeling as if he was being cooked alive, and– the final touch of that damn discomfort cocktail was: a dizzying headache.
Now he did know what was wrong and in what specific order.
"Gyu, breath with me please? it was just a bad dream, everything's fine, at count of three you'll follow my breathing okay? one... two... three... again, one... two... three..." they repeated that until Beomgyu could breathe normally again, he looked at Soobin with teary eyes.
"Hyung, I really don't feel good" Beomgyu drew his knees to his chest and rested his head there, Soobin just hummed. "I know, I think you have a fever, are you hurting somewhere else?"
Beomgyu nodded, "my head hurts, I'm dizzy and my stomach feels off" Soobin winced at that, they had a trip scheduled for tomorrow, they've known about it for a month now, but unfortunately Beomgyu fell sick right the day before it.
"You have to take some meds, but you need to eat at least something, and then tomorrow you can sleep on the plane too, you just have to make it through the check in at the airport" Beomgyu nodded a bit, just wanting to take something to feel better.
"Come and eat at least a little bit alright? then you can rest all day" it was true, Beomgyu had his luggage ready when he started noticing the odd feeling.
They both made their way to the kitchen where the rest of the boys were already sat and waiting for the two of them to start serving the food.
"Are you okay Beoms?" Yeonjun noticed his pale complexion and how quiet he was, of course he wasn't that happy tiny ball full of energy all the time, but he wasn't that quiet either. Said boy shook his head "no" and everyone looked at him.
"He's coming down with something so he's feeling a bit sick, hopefully it isn't that bad" Soobin was the one to answer, giving Beomgyu a pat on his back.
They continued their meal while Beomgyu slowly stopped eating, going even more pale, sweat gathering on his forehead. With a shaky hand clasped on his mouth he muttered a low "sorry" when he got up from the table and sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door and kneeling in front of the toilet, the food he just tried to keep down came back up, obviously totally undigested, burning his throat came another wave, for the third one it came with a choke and a coughing attack.
"Gyu, everything okay?" Yeonjun knocked on the door while everyone else cleaned up the table.
The younger responded with a weak "No..." and brought up more vomit.
"Soobin went to get you some medicine, Kai got your bed ready with a trashcan near, when you're done go to your room okay? Just if you need me I'll stay right here outside." And Yeonjun did what he said, standing there for almost half an hour when he heard the toilet finally being flushed and the faucet being turned on, then Beomgyu opened the door and looked even worse than before, Yeonjun was the one who caught him in his arms when the sick boy tried to let go of the grasp he had on the door.
"Hey, let's get you to bed alright? You can sleep this off the whole afternoon and night, tomorrow you'll be feeling better" the older reassured him, keeping an arm around his shoulder, if said arm was in touch with his sweaty frame then Yeonjun didn't mind.
When Beomgyu laid back down he immediately curled up into a ball, the fever messing with his body temperature, he was almost melting down but inside he felt all cold.
"Soobin got you some medicine, take this pill and try to sleep okay?" Yeonjun also didn't mind combing his fingers through his sweaty hair and helping Beomgyu with the glass of water when his shaky hands almost dropped it.
Yeonjun left his side when he was sure the younger was asleep, the rest of the group gathered in the living room.
"What do we do? He can't just skip this schedule, is so important!" Taehyun said with a worried tone, "I know, but we can't force him and the company also can't force him, he needs rest, not getting into a plane" Soobin was the one to answer, "I'll call our manager to see if we can do something, but it's most likely he'll have to come with us, get some IV on the hotel and rest a bit there".
The leader put the speaker on when their manager answered, they explained the situation as best as they could, the manager was also concerned but as they expected, Beomgyu had to go with them.
"Tomorrow's morning I'll get him to the clinic real quick, make him get some fluids and meds, then I'll drop him at your dorm so the car can get you boys to the airport, that's all I can do".
Okay, at least that calmed them down a bit, so they settled with that.
Beomgyu slept until midnight, when he woke up to drink some water, he still felt bad but not as bad as he did earlier, the headache was still there, tha nausea was gone but his stomach still hurt a bit, not to mention his fever went down for the time being. Maybe, just maybe, he could power through their trip.
A couple hours later his manager was shaking him awake, making Beomgyu once again notice his discomfort in full force. "Kiddo, wake up we have to go to get you checked up", Beomgyu opened one eye and everything began spinning again when he stood up, his manager helping him to put on some shoes, a hoodie, a mask, and hop into the car, not even bothering to change his pajamas or wash his face, feeling too sick for all that.
"How are you holding up?" as the ride went on, the manager asked after watching Beomgyu through the rear mirror, the boy looking pale, sweaty, with his eyes closed but after he opened at the sound of the other's voice he noticed his eyes were unfocused and hazy, probably the sleep or a new fever.
"Not about to die but hoping I do so, everything aches and spins" Beomgyu answered as he closed his eyes once again, some minutes later they arrived to the clinic and Beomgyu had to wake up again. He couldn't remember anything or focus, only answering when the doctor listed some possible symptoms he may have been experiencing and when he guessed right he just said a low "yes" and dissociated once again.
The doctor told him to lay down for a physical exam, aka touching his abdomen to rule out something that might need a surgery like appendicitis, sure after the ride Beomgyu was feeling a bit nauseated but after the doctor pressed certain spot he jumped with a gag, titling his head to the side and dry heaving, the doctor quickly put a container under his chin and another retch just brought up the water he had in the middle of the night.
After the incident Beomgyu fell asleep when he laid back down, the doctor explaining to the manager that he needed rest, it wasn't that big of a deal but after a bag of IV he could go on the trip.
A couple of hours later Beomgyu woke up, a nurse was putting a band aid where the needle was on his hand, his manager noticing he was awake went to his side and put a hand on his hair as if he were a puppy "How are you feeling Beomgyu-ah?" the latter just blinked twice and answered "Better than last night, but still not that good" his manager winced a bit, "You're still up for the trip? We can put up a statement saying that you're sick and couldn't make it" Beomgyu just shook his head no, he wanted to go, he really wanted to, so he would do anything in order for him to be with his members.
When he returned to the dorms everyone was waiting in the living room with their luggage, immediately they all looked up to him and smiled seeing him there, still a bit pale but he seemed well.
"How are you feeling Gyu? Are you feeling better?" Soobin asked as he reached for him, hugging him lightly. "Yes, I'm feeling better now, I slept well at the clinic" everyone smiled a bit, relieved that Beomgyu was doing okay.
"Alright, Beomgyu go grab your luggage and everyone please go ahead to the parking lot, the van is there."
They were halfway to the airport when Beomgyu started feeling a bit queasy again, luckily the van stopped at a gas station where the boys got food and water, not being able to stay there for long they took their food containers to the van and planned to eat at the airport, Beomgyu just grabbed a bottle of water and took small sips and deep breaths, not wanting to be so focused on the smell of food that lingered in the air, he was so relieved when they stopped at the airport. He was wearing a mask, Soobin and Taehyun too, the only ones without a mask were Yeonjun and Kai, so no one suspected Beomgyu was sick.
They moved without problems, not any crazy fans were there, they passed through the check in and went to the seats as they waited for their flight to call them, everyone started eating but Beomgyu just looked away, Kai placed a hand on his stomach and started rubbing it lightly, Beomgyu closed his eyes. Soobin reached for his forehead when he finished his meal, Beomgyu's forehead was a bit warm but not at an alarming rate. He didn't notice a moa who happened to be there as well, noticing that Beomgyu was the only one who wasn't eating and was rubbing his stomach, said moa connected the dots and aside from being excited to be able to see them so close, was also kinda worried about Beomgyu, but if he was sick then Hybe would put up a statement right?
Some minutes passed and they got up looking where was their plane, they didn't film a vlog this time, Beomgyu was thankful for that, he was ready to sleep through all the flight and hoped he felt better when they arrived.
The ride from the airport to their hotel was horrible, Beomgyu was still queasy but as they arrived to their hotel he went to sleep some more, and also Soobin went to his room to give him some medicines and explaining quickly their functions. Their first day there was for rest so the members would take turns to hang out with Beomgyu and take care of him when he felt nauseous or had to throw up, Yeonjun had to rub his back, Taehyun had to call the hotel cleaning service once when he couldn't make it, Kai rubbed his tummy as Beomgy had his head on the maknae's shoulder, Soobin once again making sure he took all his medicines on time and they also got him to eat something light, happy when his stomach didn't react in a bad way.
The next day Beomgyu was feeling better, the queasiness went away and his fever was gone as well, he took it with calm on the rehearsals for the concert but at the time the actual concert started he felt completely fine and gave an amazing performance as if nothing had happened, all with the help of his members.
#tomorrow x together#txt#txt sickfic#choi beomgyu#emeto tw#sickfic#anon ask#sick beomgyu#choi yeonjun#choi soobin#kang taehyun#hueningkai
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Order of Attack, part 10
I'm being put on trial for this...
and I'd do it again. In fact, I'll do it right now. (this is a scheduled post)
Cw for suicidal thoughts and Amane's cult mindset. Medical information may be inaccurate. I might go over this again when I wake up.
Courtesy link to AO3, which will be updated at some point tomorrow.
...Can I finally call this hurt/comfort?
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"Wouldn’t it be weird for me to have thoughts on that, then?" Muu picked at her nails. "After all, I didn't do anything wrong. You forgave me!"
Was Muu always this callous? Es took a nervous breath. They had to find out. "But… don't you feel bad for Amane at least?"
"Hm? Why would I? She has nothing to do with me. You ask strange questions, Warden-san." Her expression remained carefree. "I mean, you didn't let up on her, and it's your job. Why should I be concerned when you're just doing your job and I'm completely uninvolved?"
Es felt ridiculous for even asking. What did they expect? This wasn't even like their conversation with Haruka, who had at least been friends with Fuuta. Muu had very little to do with Amane, and Es was asking for Muu's sympathy just because they got a kid hurt.
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"Orbital floor fracture on the right. Traumatic retinal detachment. Bruising. Lacerations. Broken ribs. That is Amane's present condition."
Es couldn't meet Shidou's eyes. What could they even say?
"In ordinary circumstances, these are treatable wounds. But alas, I am not an ophthalmologist, so I was unable to do much about her eye. Still, she should have been completely healed if my calculations are correct. Worse yet, she actively thwarts my treatments."
"Amane…" It was Es's fault she got hurt. They chose not to forgive her out of a misguided attempt to show her that her beliefs were wrong. They dreaded having to tell her that… or maybe they didn't have to…
"Kajiyama-kun's condition is even worse. I am sure you remember what I told you. He was in terrible shape by the end of the interrogation. You should have called me over sooner."
Es was too ashamed to tell Shidou that they had at least seven chances to get him at the time.
"He has asked on multiple occasions to make the pain stop. Forever. Both their minds and bodies are at their limits. Please, Es-kun, put an end to this. They could die if they are stuck here any longer."
Es had personally seen Fuuta's fading will. They dreaded what they would find with Amane. But what could they do but carry on with their duties of Milgram?
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Amane pulled the eyepatch over her eye. It was still incredibly uncomfortable, especially since she wasn't sure how to put it on correctly. She just hoped Shidou wouldn't get on her case about it again when she went to visit Fuuta.
"Oh, Amane-chan!" Mahiru skipped up to her but wobbled on one step. "Do you... do you need help with that?" Her voice was shaky despite her attempts to sound as bubbly as she used to.
Amane nodded and let Mahiru adjust the eyepatch. To think that only a week ago she would have swatted Mahiru's hand away or turned around and sped-walked away. But maybe letting Mahiru help her would have more benefits than consequences. She recalled her promise to Mahiru; it wasn’t just Fuuta she was looking out for. She told Mahiru that she’d help with her redemption too. It’s okay to disobey the laws of my faith a little longer, right? If it means saving two more souls…
"There you go, all better," Mahiru said.
Amane didn’t know just what Mahiru did, but she could barely feel the eyepatch anymore.
"Thank you, Mahiru-san."
"Oh, no need to thank me… You know, I knew you were still the same Amane-chan deep down."
The same? What was she implying? "Don't push it…"
"S-sorry!" Too harsh?
"Mahiru-san, do you want to come with me?"
Amane figured that maybe Fuuta would listen to her if she wasn't some lone crazy kid. Mahiru seemed to be thinking something in a similar vein.
"Of course. I'll just… be with you."
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Shidou's cell door opened, and Yuno stepped out.
"Oh! Mahiru-san. Amane-chan."
"Hi, Yuno-chan…"
"Kashiki Yuno. What are the conditions inside that cell?"
"Oh, Shidou-san just woke up. Fuuta is kind of in a daze, though."
"No matter. We are just here to check on him like usual."
Yuno turned to Mahiru. "Are you sure you want to go in after what happened last time?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm… I'm fine. Besides, I'll let Amane-chan do most of the talking."
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
"No, I'll be fine."
"Well, if you insist. But if Fuuta says anything nasty to you-"
"I'll be fine! Really! But thanks for looking out for me, Yuno-chan."
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Yuno was right about Fuuta being in a daze. That meant she was probably wrong about the possibility of him snapping at them.
"Fuuta Kajiyama." Fuuta stirred and barely cracked his eyes open when Amane spoke. "We are very concerned about your condition."
"You and every… no sh…" Just from that tone, it was clear he was getting worse.
"You continue to rely on medicine. Anyone can see it is only making you worse. You want numbness? Numbness is not the answer."
Fuuta looked ready to object, but Mahiru spoke up.
"Fuuta-kun, I… I know you're tired of everyone stopping by and worrying, but… we really do mean it. It's not some… some self-serving pity. We really do care about you."
Fuuta's expression softened. Amane was glad Mahiru stepped in. She wouldn't have been able to put it like that.
Mahiru continued, "I know how tempting it is to never have to feel anything again. But running away from the pain isn't the answer. Yes, it isn't pleasant, but it makes us human. I promise there's something to look forward to after all of it." She paused to gauge Fuuta's reaction. There was no trace of hostility left. She lowered her voice so Amane wouldn't hear. "Listen to Shidou. Won't you take better care of yourself? …If not for your own sake, then for Amane-chan as well?"
After a long silence, Fuuta responded, "Your sake… huh… I'll think about it… Amane and you…" He smiled weakly at Mahiru. "That… that was all you?"
Amane didn't have much more to add onto Mahiru's spiel. "Those were wise words. Fuuta Kajiyama, will you keep them in mind?"
"Mmhmm."
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"Mahiru-san, how did you do it?" Amane asked. Whatever Mahiru had told Fuuta at the end, it seemed to work.
"Oh, it was all you. Before, I wasn't sure how to approach Fuuta-kun. But you helped me realize what he was fighting. Thank you, Amane-chan."
"Thank you. You knew what to say to get through to him."
#milgram#muu kusunoki#es milgram#milgram es#shidou kirisaki#amane momose#mahiru shiina#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#cw suicidal thoughts#cw cults#bad things happen to amane#order of attack
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➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Harua × reader
➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack, weird considence, a smidge of angst?
➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —
➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,2k
I was anxiously biting my nails while traveling on one of the last buses around this hour, deep in the night.
I can only hope I'm not too late yet.
While rushing I even forgot to bring my phone with me, instead, I left it plugged in on my bedside table... And I didn't even check the opening hours of the drugstores around me!
I hastily glanced at the time every 30 seconds, as slowly the last 10 minutes before 9 pm were ticking away right in front of me, while I was racing with time to desperately find one store that was open at this hour.
...Well, technically, I was racing with the bus's schedule contrary to the current time but whatever.
I was incredibly nervous while awaiting the last few stops.
But the reason behind it... Let me do a recap before I reach my destination, maybe time will stop while I explain?
It all started about half an hour ago; I was lazing around in my dorm room watching a film on my laptop quietly, while halfway through I started playing with my phone.
It's Saturday evening, and I was gearing up for tomorrow's long hours of studying with an easy schedule the day before... Or at least, I tried to.
Suddenly my phone's screen switched while I was playing and my friend's caller ID appeared.
I picked it up without question, immediately finding it strange that she was calling me at a time like this.
Although I had a feeling that something was up, in a negative way but I didn't let my worrying get the worst of me right away.
...Just after she started speaking into the device in a shaky tone.
Thousands of thoughts flew through my mind at that moment, the worst scenarios possible but after a second she told me this: 'My boyfriend broke up with me today.'
Oh. No.
That was one of my worst ideas!
Then she added: 'Over text.'
Holy— I didn't even think about this case, and now it was even worse!
So I knew I had to get going, this was my calling, and it was time to go and take matters into my own hands.
Time to cheer her up, and gossip about the guy until she feels better.
So, that's what I intend to do, still, in the middle of the evening; others may get ready for bed, but I get ready for the local plaza to check out drugstores.
Sounds cool, right?
I still don't understand why was a drugstore my first instinct to go there but it seemed right.
Nowadays there are healthy snacks and a couple of sodas in these places, aside from makeup and hair products and so on, so I figured I could buy everything in there.
And it's a rule that after a breakup we change ourselves for the better... So hair dye and nail polish it is!
And oh look, catching up really did help, I'm here already!
Since I didn't have my phone with me I couldn't check the time, so with a shrug I speed-runned the outline of the plaza, looking for a drugstore.
It put a small panic in me that most clothing stores were closed at this hour — not that I should be surprised by this or anything, really — but some fast food restaurants were still open, so I might have a chance.
Using an escalator I arrived at the next level of the big mall and saw the drugstore at the end of the line so with quick steps I stormed off in that direction.
But as I inched closer I saw more than half of the cover was pulled down, to protect the store for the night.
It had some small holes in it, but I couldn't see anything through them so I crouched down in my last desperate try and looked under.
The remaining open part provided some clear evidence that the light was in fact on inside the small store, so it meant that someone was still there.
So I clung to hope and voiced my concerns.
I guess it doesn't hurt, hardly anyone is around here at this hour so if I can convince a cashier or manager to let me in for 5 minutes, it's already worth it.
"Is anyone here?" I raised my voice so it echoed through the seemingly empty store for a bit until I think I heard some quiet footsteps.
My heart did a funny jump because I hoped I wasn't imagining things so I waited for a pair of legs, still looking from under the metal cover thing.
I'm sure I look ridiculous, but hey, whatever gets the job done.
I didn't have to wait long, I saw a pair of lanky legs coming my way; they were wearing comfortable white sneakers and slightly baggy, washed-out denim jeans... Also, I think I saw a glimpse of the store's logo on the shirt they were wearing so my night is either saved or dumped.
In a moment, I came face-to-face with a very handsome guy who seemed to be around the same age as me, with eager, sparkling eyes despite his evening shift, a stylish haircut, smooth skin, a cute nose, and pretty lips.
As we locked eyes he seemed surprised too, but only for a second before pulling out his typical customer smile.
"Hi, can I help you?" The greatest and awkwardest line ever said in a context like this, I almost burst a lung but managed to keep my cool in the end.
Okay, get it together, this is serious — don't forget, you're still running on high time for your friend!
And her boy problems!
"Is the store still open?" I asked with a hopeful glint in my eyes.
I didn't want to dump all my questions on him at once, so I figured before I boast to him my chaotic apology and reasoning about why I needed 2 bottles of soda, a bar of chocolate, nail polish, and crazy hair dyes at night I'll just appear a little less weird, for now.
"Well, our closing time is at 9 pm, but I'm still here so technically yes, the store is open." He flashed a cute half-smile, waiting for my next sentence.
"Is it possible for me to get in and buy a couple of last-minute things? I promise it's a maximum of 5 minutes, I know what I need." I tried to sound as determined as I could never, but I really didn't want to test his patience too much.
He seemed to be thinking through my words for a second but then he easily nodded and gave another kind smile.
Then he extended his hand in my direction under the metal wall thing and at first I gazed at him questionably, but then I accepted his help and let him pull me through the 'entrance' in a weird way.
After I was in the store I saw that truly every light was still on in the aisles, and the cashier's check looked intact as well.
"You're lucky because I usually leave the cash register to the last, so you'll still be able to pay." He chuckled while helping me to my feet and our gazes lingered on each other for a second.
It seems today he's the one on duty to close the store and make sure everything is intact before leaving... I feel lucky.
He's... cute.
"Ah, I was just in time then!" I answered enthusiastically with a giggle, then we slowly untangled our hands, his warmth leaving mine as I turned to the aisle where the hair products were.
For a while I felt his sparkling eyes on me as I skipped through the shelves, checking out only those products that I had an interest in.
There was no time to waste when my friend needed me urgently!
I gathered my thoughts and after a few minutes, I was done, heading to the cash register while opening my bag to check how much money I had on me.
Although a 15-minute bus ride was still awaiting me to arrive at my friend's place, but I felt like I was starting to see the end of this rushed journey.
I walked up to the cute guy and put my things on the rubber plate for him to beep it in.
As I glanced at him while he peacefully punched in numbers and product names to the computer beside him I saw his eyebrows furrowing, then he slowly looked up at me and a small smile was hiding in the corner of his mouth.
"You're going to a salon or something?" He chuckled adorably and I couldn't stop the blush creeping up on my neck to my cheeks as he questioned my choices.
Right, he's still a shop assistant, and he must see countless weird listings every day, but I'm sure mine is pretty questionable as of now.
I gave a short laugh before answering and averted my eyes for a second, not bothering to take out my wallet yet.
"No, I'm going to my friend's place, girl's night you know... Her boyfriend just broke up with her, so emotional support is needed." I felt a bit bad for telling him just like this, spilling a piece of my friend's personal life but I wanted to answer truthfully, since I panicked because of his reaction and I just blurted it out.
At my answer his eyes seemed to scan me over quickly, as if searching for something very thoroughly, his whole gaze shifted for a second when he seemed to think about something, but then changed back to normal.
Yeah, he definitely found that TMI weird.
I know he tried to play off his reaction with a cool vibe but I'm sure he was uncomfortable.
Sorry, cute guy.
"That's unfortunate." He nodded and quietly expressed some sort of sorrow to be empathetic but I knew it was forced. "That's all, right?" He changed the topic, mustering another shy smile in my way.
"Yep, that's all." I nodded back, paid, and quickly packed everything into my small backpack, except the delicious orange-flavored soda, because just as he started talking to me I realized how dry my throat was.
I unscrewed the top and stopped to drink, no longer feeling in such a rush.
The guy was staring at me, not moving from behind the cash register, as if wanting to say something before I leave.
I held the drink in my hand and turned to him as I felt his curious eyes on me.
We made eye contact again and he looked away for a second, then released a sigh and turned back to me, a more determined look present on his face as he spoke again.
"Ah... By the way, can I ask for your name?" In a second I noticed the nervous gradient in his soft voice but it made me giggle before I could stop myself.
"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you. And you?" I answered almost immediately with even more enthusiasm, trying to stop myself from blushing and smiling too hard.
Calm down, it's just a respectful cute guy, nothing to see here...
"...I'm Harua." He said after a moment of gazing at each other and I noticed his mouth corners lifting the same into a bunny-like grin, but the moment my brain registered his name I suddenly felt my heart drop to my stomach.
Wait, what?
I take that back, it's not nice to meet you.
...You broke my friend's heart, you monster.
I was sure my hasty reaction was visible outside as well; I felt my body grow still for a couple of seconds and my smile faltering, then freezing onto my face in a rather awkward manner, and my hands grew into fists as I held the strap of my bag.
Now I regret coming to this store, even if they had all the goods.
Damn, I didn't even know that this guy works in a place like this... This is just so unbelievable suddenly.
What did I do to deserve such Karma?
I don't know if I should even mention this to my friend, this situation is wrong on so many levels...
But by the looks of things it seems he doesn't recognize me, since he asked for my name.
I guess I never got mentioned by my name, which comes in handy right now.
Good thing, because now I have a very clear picture of him when I arrive at my friend's house.
As well as his other side that doesn't include him humiliating her like that, through text.
And I take everything back I said about him being nice, respectful, and cute.
If he broke my friend's heart like that he's far from respectful or nice.
Nor do I find him cute anymore.
....Wow, this is a mess.
I snapped out of my thoughts after about a minute of standing silently in the store, still being there instead of running out as if my life depended on it.
I didn't even know what was the last thing he said to me, the past couple of minutes turned into a blur as the emergency alarms went off in my head.
I can't stay here any longer, that one thing was for sure.
"So...Harua! Thank you for letting me in after closing hours, I really appreciate it, but now I have to run! Bye!" I recovered from my shock and blurted out everything at once, already inching towards the half-closed entrance of the drugstore.
Just pronouncing his name felt hard enough after putting the pieces together...
'And it wasn't nice meeting you!' I wish I could have said that but then I would have blown my cover.
...What a night, and the hard part had just begun!
➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: One of my randomest scenarios ever, but I enjoyed it so much! And in a way, a piece of it is based on real-life events lol.
➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !
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