#i want to know you aren't just trying to forget me entirely!! I want to be remembered!! I am remembering you!!
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I get a little indignant when i look up the lyrics for a song that has very straightforward and understandable meaning to anyone who has experienced a modicum of emotional pain in their life and there are websites like "Song Lyrics Explained" like ohhh some people have never had their heart broken I see.
#my stuff#if you look me in the eyes and say you don't 'get' Sleep Token's Apparition or Take Me Back To Eden in general...#like what even is there to say. they're about waking up from bittersweet dreams abt ppl you can't see anymore for reasons you didn't choose#and longing to return to experiences that cannot be recreated if the people you love don't make the effort to hold onto it like you do.#i am quite literally sick with longing and grief these past couple days and these are the only songs keeping me halfway sane#this all could have gone so very different. i know where you are. i know how to reach you. but i can't. you asked me not to.#so i have to cope with the knowledge that you're a short walk away almost every day and yet I'll probably never see you again#and it's not because i did anything wrong you're just the sort of person who can't be friends with someone after a romance#and your goodbye was absolute shit and i hate it and i want some fucking shred of acknowledgement that i deserve better!!!!#i want to know you aren't just trying to forget me entirely!! I want to be remembered!! I am remembering you!!
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People will be like "idc who you are, seriously block me if you do/support x" and then i block them and they react like this everytime

#gu6chan's musings#normally im not so pissed off about it but this fuckin dude; man#i admit i didn't like a lot about their philosophy on things and in retrospect it should've been a red flag#but they weren't like.... a BAD person. i just figured they had some issues to work through or something and just chatted when they wanted#then they follow me here and it's like 😭 do they know im a marxist. bc they were having WHOLE fits like 'if you're voting third party or#not voting at all you're just LARPing a revolution; you're going to be the downfall of this country get off my fucking blog if you aren't#voting blue' and i was like 'holy SHIT those are some strong opinions what the hell'#like ive seen people SETTLE for kamala??? but this was the first time ive seen anyone actively try and PROMOTE her like wtf#but anyways i shrug it off; think maybe they're just having a bad time till after election where they're having a whole meltdown like#'FUCK YOU THIRD PARTY VOTERS/PPL WHO DIDN'T VOTE; WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS WILL DO FOR PALESTINE' and im like#are you forgetting all the arab families who were completely crushed by fucking harris REFUSING to take a stance on palestine and refusing#to vote for her in turn??? those who scraped together just ENOUGH faith in the system to vote third party?????#THE FUCKING PLFP ITSELF SAYING 'BOYCOTT THE ELECTION'????? dude. they were blaming it ENTIRELY on#'leftists just wanting to show off moral superiority and wanting to larp a revolution' as opposed to like.... literally anything else and#im just#'damn okay. you get what you asked for ig' and blocked them lmao#they just now found out apparently bc they tried friend rqing on discord and I'm like#'hmmmm were you just not serious when you were saying that shit or did you not know what words actually mean'#anyways i hate that it turned out like this bc i thought they were at least interesting but talk shit get hit or whatever they say lmao
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Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.
"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."
"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.
"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."
"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.
"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."
He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.
"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."
"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"
"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.
"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."
"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.
"Really," he responds, so confidently.
You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."
"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."
He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.
"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.
"Who's to say?"
You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."
"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."
You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.
"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."
You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.
"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.
"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.
"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.
"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"
"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"
"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.
"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.
He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."
#toji#fushiguro toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji x y/n#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fluff#jjk fushiguro#jjk drabbles#jjk scenarios#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jjk#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff
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Can you make a jealous chishiya? Where chishiya tells the reader to thet information about arisu but the reader and arisu gets along prety well and chishiya gets jealous? Thank you.
♠️ Chishiya being jealous about you and Arisu getting along pretty well ♠️
A/N: Hey, sorry for letting you wait so long. Maybe you have already forget that you wrote me this request but I like the idea behind it, so I decided to make this my "comeback". 👀
I'm actually not sure if I understood it the correct way, but I definitely understood you want a Chishiya who is jealous about the fact Arisu and you are get along splendidly. 😋
Hopefully it reaches you and I also hope you will enjoy reading this. ♥️
Characters: Chishiya
POV: gn!reader
Warnings: Not given.

C h i s h i y a
I don't see him being a jealous person actually.
Unless you give him a reason to ...
Chishiya isn't even a person who falls in love easily.
But when he is falling for someone, he falls pretty hard.
So, you have to deal with his feelings and his behavior when he sees you together with Arisu, chatting and laughing together as if there would be no tomorrow.
Okay, to be fair, nobody knows if there would be a "Tomorrow" ... but that's something different!
Arisu may be a great help to him when it comes to collecting all the cards, but sometimes Chishiya thinks Arisu is his downfall.
Especially when it comes to you.
Yeah, but don't think he will talk about it- he is more concerned with hiding his feelings from you than actually speaking about them.
Even if you already have realized something isn't okay with him, he wouldn't admit it.
"I'm used to it that you are not talking much when there is nothing important to discuss about." "I can hear your "but" even though you didn't said it yet." "Then guess what I wanted to say next." "I don't have any problems, I feel fine, no worries."
Nobody said it would be easy with him. He can be as cold as he looks and it's hard seeing through him, even for you.
Still, he can be a calm and cool person as much as he wants- but he's just a human being. You can endure a lot, but at some point everyone reaches their limits.
You and Arisu are talking a lot? Fine.
Arisu makes a joke you find funny, so he watches both of you laughing and having fun with each other? Alright, you aren't his trophy, everyone can have other friends next to his own partner.
But seeing both of you hugging after a game ...
Because you saw someone die in front of your eyes and you are now overwhelmed by many different emotions ...
Well, enough is enough.
"Step aside, Arisu, that's not your part, alright?"
He was waiting for you the entire time you were in the building, so it's not hard for him to find you both outside being ... needy.
"In the future, you'd better keep your hands to yourself." "Excuse me what was that?" "You already understand."
While Chishiya switches positions with Arisu and holds you captive in his arms, he just gives the dark-haired man a warning look.
… Even if unintentionally.
… And unconsciously.
"Well ... I better go then and ... leave both of you alone ... for now." Arisu lets off of you, leaving you to the person who means the most to you. "You better do."
Trying to catch your breath and calm down, you look up to Chishiya and Arisu alternately, feeling the tension between them.
Still, you can't help but start giggling a little.
Arisu und Chishiya both start looking at you now, irritated and confused.
"W-Well, wait ... just to make it clear- is there someone ... really ... jealousy?" "Yes, he is." "No, I'm not", he says calmly. "Okay, then ... let me hug Arisu again ... s-shouldn't be a problem when everything is okay. Right?"
Silence.
You smiling up to Chishiya, who is now biting his tongue and pressing his lips together, not even thinking about letting off of you.
Arisu watching in amusement.
"I'm ... just not fine seeing another one be there for you while I can be there for you. It's my job to cheer you up- even though I'm not the best in it, but I'm trying very hard." "You ARE jealousy, Chi!" "Oi, stop saying this, will you ... ?"
#alice in boderland x reader#chishiya x reader#chishiya shuntaro x reader#alice in borderland#aib#alice in borderland headcanons#chishiya headcanons#alice in borderland x you#chishiya x you#chishiya shuntaro alice in borderland#aib headcanons#short headcanons#alice in borderland blog#arisu#chishiya#ryohei arisu#aib arisu#arisu alice in borderland#arisu x reader#chishiya shuntaro aib#shuntaro chishiya x reader#shuntaro chishiya#chishiya shuntaro#headcanons#request#anonymous#anonymous request#jealousy#x reader#x gn! reader
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Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition

-' 7dream x afab!reader
-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up
-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink
Missed Renjun <3
# Mark | No Condom
-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but
- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention
- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms
- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.
He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.
You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"
Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.
"You like that idea, yeah?"
You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.
"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."
# Renjun | Condom
- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)
- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach
- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.
"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"
He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.
"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands
"I forgot to buy more-"
You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."
His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"
"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"
"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble
# Jeno | No Condom
- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether
- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal
- this would also spur on his breeding kink
Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.
"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.
Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"
"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.
# Haechan | No Condom
- A menace in disguise
- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative
- Boring
- He'd roll his eyes
- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether
- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too
- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain
He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.
His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.
"God, Hyuck-"
"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?
"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.
"F-Fuck-"
"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,
"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.
"No more condoms? We're on the same page"
"Hyuck when did i-"
"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.
# Jaemin | No Condom
- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.
- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.
-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime
- He's a romantic
- He needs to feel close to you.
- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.
- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.
- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral
"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"
"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.
# Chen Le | No Condom
- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it
- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes
- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd
- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs
"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"
Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.
"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"
# Jisung | No Condom
- a very shy boy
- a very perverted boy
- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before
- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.
- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind
"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.
"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.
"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"
The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.
"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.
Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.
#nct dream#nct dream x reader#nct dream x you#nct dream fanfic#nct dream smut#mark lee x reader#mark smut#lee jeno smut#jeno smut#jeno x reader#renjun#renjun x reader#renjun smut#chenle x reader#chenle smut#jaemin#jaemin x reader#jaemin smut#park jisung#park jisung smut#jisung x reader#haechan fanfic#haechan smut#haechan x reader#nct dream headcanons#nct dream hard hours
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➳ 10 years later (a sol brugmansia x gn!spouse!reader drabble)
cw: yandere themes, mentions of murder & injuries (in the past), themes of obsession and possessiveness, mc and sol had a kid together (consensually & can be depicted as biological/adopted), ooc!sol (writing him for the first time), domestic au, overall fluff w/ a bit of angst
a/n: there's only a few fics of sol from tkatb vn and im a bit disappointed ngl so imma contribute (and planning on writting for tkatb hehe). but pls note that this game is for adults (18+) only and respect the creator's wishes in terms of playing the game (minors stay away plss)

"papa.." a small voice snapped the thoughts of sol as he stared into the painting he created a decade ago; a painting whom he considered as a masterpiece, a memorabilia and serves as a core memory of his entire life. sol's head turned downward and saw his own daughter raising her hands indicating that she wants to get some upsies. (e/c) colored eyes stared at his reddish ones, now soften as he picks up the little girl from the ground. "yes, munchkin?" sol replied to hazel, her little fingers pointing at the figure next to her father.
his head turned to see what, or whom rather, his little girl is pointing towards. "who's the person next to you?" he stared your portrait next to him, dressed in an all white attire while holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots and a brugmansia flower is seen on the top of your head as a gleaming smile is shown on the portrait.
the same portrait he painted all those years ago.
he looks at hazel, an awestruck smile is seen on his face. "that's your mama/dada. they're looking majestic and radiant, aren't they?" the little girl nodded in return, jumping within his arms as if to express on what her father is saying is true all along. "mama/dada is indeed radiant! like a shooting star passing through the sky!" sol let out a soft chuckle at his daughter's answer.
that remind of sol about someone, where are you anyway?
just as he is about to ask hazel on where you are, the door opened revealing his precious spouse, carrying loads of paper bags from the trip to the grocery store. hazel quickly jumped off from her father and quickly clinged into your leg. "mama/dada, you're home!!" she squeaked and giggled as you continuously walked into the kitchen whole carrying what you've bought an hour ago. "hazel, watch it or you might hit your head on the ground." you said out of concern, placing the bags on the counter quickly and carried your daughter into your arm, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"no kisses for me?" sol teasingly asked while giving you a pouty face. "of course, you deserve one too, dear." putting down hazel on the ground, you quickly leaned in and kissed him on the lips and felt a pair of hands on your waist, pulling you closer towards his black tank top. hazel let's out a gag, trying to separate the both of you from your declaration of love from one another. "that's disgusting!" hazel exclaimed, pulling her father off of you. "I want more kisses mama/dada!!" you laughed from the commotion that took place in front of you.
"one day, you'll be just like this with someone you truly love, zel." you spoke, still clinging into your husband's arm. "don't wanna, that's disgusting." hazel replied, pouting as her arms crossed in between her chest. her father shrugged and proceeded to place a kiss on your cheek. "who knows," sol said, staring directly at you. "you may find someone whom you considered as a soulmate, like your mama/dada here."
your eyes widen a bit from being flustered, slapping his arm lightly. "oh hush you, you never failed to make me like this even after 10 years of marriage." a laugh emitted from the both of you as hazel continuously pouted from her parents answer. the sound of laughter faded away from his ears and only what's left is the sound of ringing. from the inner depths of sol's mind, he will never forget how far he can go for him to obtain this domestic life.
all the bloodshed..
his possessiveness..
the smell of iron and the familiar grip of a sharp object..
obsession and greed to keep (m/c) all to himself..
and all thanks to that, he obtained the family he always wanted, a family that is far more different than his. no abuse, no bruises or harm is present within his little family. just you, his precious pumpkin and his little munchkin.
he hopes that you'll never know the truth on what happened to crowe. who knows? maybe he went on another country to pursue his master's or doctorate? or perhaps also having a family of his own and awaiting for his message to meet his children.
or is it??
final a/n: named the daughter 'hazel' since it's associated with autumn and pumpkins (the endearment sol referring to the player), couldn't picked a better name i apologize :'>>
Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕
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how they would propose | sdv bachelors x g/n!reader | part one
-> summary: in game, the farmer is always the one to present the mermaid's pendant to their lover — what if it was the other way around?
pt. 2
a/n: starting with half the boys, i'll be working on the rest of them + bachelorettes after ! i got a bit carried away with elliott's ... but can you blame me?
alex
carries the pendant around in his pocket for a week, hoping the right words will magically find him if he does
(they don't)
definitely the type to lock himself in the bathroom and stare at himself through the mirror while practicing what to say to you
decides to propose during a quiet walk in the evening so he has your full attention and all the time in the world to profess his love to you
alex swears his heart is about to fly out of his chest as the two of you walk hand in hand around pelican town, the sun long gone below the horizon. the street lamps guide the two of you, fireflies intermittently emitting gentle flashes of light.
he doesn't even realize you're expecting a response from him until you wave a hand in front of his face, moving in front of him so he's forced to look into your amused gaze.
"alex," you laugh, and his breath hitches, "are you listening? you look like you've been zoning out."
he musters an empty laugh back at you, internally panicking as he desperately tries to recall what you said. "what? me? no, i was just, uh . . ." think, alex, think! you can't mess up now! "i was thinking about gridball." he wants to smack himself.
"really?" you reply, raising your brows. "you're thinking about gridball, now? while i was talking to you about our anniversary coming up?"
shit.
his face pales, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the bridge near the museum. he groans, dropping your hand to run it through his hair — surely he can fix this, right?
"okay, cut the act," you say, worry beginning to show in your features. "is everything alright? what's bugging you?"
"nothing, really! it's just that, uh . . ." alex inhales a quick breath to prepare himself before grabbing both your hands in his. "you know i love you, right?"
"yes . . .," you trail off. you look at him with concerned eyes, beginning to look uneasy. "now i'm really worried—"
"no, no! just hear me out, alright?" you nod. "you know, before you moved here, my view on life was pretty boring," he admits. "all i really cared about was gridball and my grandparents. and dusty, of course, and i guess sam and haley, too—" he shakes his head, blush beginning to cover his cheeks. "whatever, you get what i'm trying to say, right?"
"i'm not entirely sure if i follow," you reply, smiling at how flustered he's gotten. "what are you getting at, alex?"
he sighs. "listen, you moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. you've shown me there's tons more to life than whatever i was doing before, like giving random gifts to everyone in town just to make them happy, or being a badass and fighting off monsters!" you laugh, and he grins. "anyways, now that i've had a taste of what being with you is like, i don't think i'm willing to share."
your jaw drops as he reaches into his pocket and gets on one knee, opening his palm to reveal a mermaid's pendant.
"will you marry me, y/n? so i can spend the rest of my life learning more awesome stuff from you?"
he nearly collapses in relief when you nod, whooping in joy before engulfing you in a tight hug. after a few moments, he can't help but kiss you strongly, a hand cradling the back of your head with the other on the small of your back. you smile into the kiss, pulling away only to look into his teary, overjoyed eyes.
"aren't you forgetting something?" you tease, glancing down at the pendant that's still clutched in his hand.
"oh, right!" you bend your head forward as he places it around your neck, beaming at the sight.
you hold the jewel in your hand, adrenaline pumping through your blood. "looks like we'll have to plan a wedding," you say, happily pecking alex's cheek.
"yes, this is so great!" he exclaims as he jumps in excitement, unable to control himself. "alright, first, we gotta figure out where we're going to cater food from, but i know grams will want to bake our cake," he rambles, grabbing your hand as he practically starts to drag you home. "oooh, and we should totally ask sam and his band to play something for us! he knows all the songs we like, anyway. i think all the guys will help me get all dressed up, but i bet haley and the rest of the girls would go crazy over helping you pick out what to wear, they probably know better anyway—"
"alex," you interrupt, laughing at his antics, "relax. we'll figure all this out tomorrow. let's just go home." he nods.
"you're right, honey," he agrees, swinging your intertwined hands playfully. "i'm going to need all the rest i can get if i'm gonna spend all of tomorrow bragging about my engagement."
shane
leaves the pendant in his nightstand drawer and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep for nearly a month
he truly never thought he would get married — who would want to marry him, the town drunk?
regardless, the past year with you has proven otherwise, and he knows now there's no one else he wants by his side
he decides to do it quite impulsively one day, literally grabbing it from his drawer and walking to your farm
(marnie nearly faints in excitement when she sees him walk out with the mermaid's pendant in hand, while jas cheers him on)
shane starts to get nervous when he doesn't see you anywhere on the farm, making sure to double-check all the chicken coops and barns before heading toward your house. your pet runs up to him, sniffing the hand wrapped around the pendant curiously.
"got any advice?" he asks jokingly, though he doesn't receive an answer — just a tilted head and wide eyes. "guess this one's on me," he sighs, looking at the jewelry nervously.
"shane? is that you?"
shane nearly drops it as he quickly shoves his hands into his pockets, watching as you step out from your greenhouse. of course, he thinks, the one place i didn't check.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, smiling at his sudden appearance. you're wearing dirt-covered gloves and your hair is touseled and frizzy; shane thinks you're glowing. "dinner's not til later, isn't it? or else i'll need a little time to get ready."
"no, i thought i would stop by a little early," he says. "i had something i wanted to talk to you about, actually." you nod, taking off your gloves and putting them in your bag.
"of course, what's up?" you ask, looking at him with those damn eyes that he could never resist.
"we should get married," he states bluntly, excitement sending chills down his body.
he wants to kick himself as you stare at him, blinking twice before saying, "y-yeah, i guess we should."
he nods, swallowing. "it makes sense, y'know?" he reasons, suddenly avoiding your eyes. "we've been with each other for a while now, and things have been going pretty good." he pauses. "you've gotten me through a lot, you know that? i mean, before you got here, i didn't think anyone in this town gave a damn about me — but you obviously do, for whatever reason, so i'll spend the rest of my life trying my best to be the guy you see me as."
he takes the mermaid's pendant out from his pocket, sheepishly looking at you as he holds it. his eyes are watering with emotion, and by the looks of it, so are yours.
"so, what do you say, honey?" he asks softly. "will you marry me?"
"yes," you reply, smiling as he puts the necklace on you. he laughs in disbelief when he sees you wearing it, still in shock that this is his reality. you roll your eyes, pulling him in for a deep kiss. you cry out in surprise as he hugs you strongly and even lifts you off the ground slightly, his eyes brighter than you've ever seen them.
"i can hardly believe this is real," he sighs, pulling you into his side. "guess i did one thing right in my lifetime."
you slap his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. "you definitely didn't plan this out, did you?"
"huh? what makes you think that?"
"you couldn't even wait until dinner to ask?" you joke. "i guess it wasn't really a question, either—" you laugh as he pokes your side to cut you off.
"don't forget, you're the one who said yes," he retorts, smiling nonetheless. "you're officially stuck with me."
elliott
oh, he's had the mermaid's pendant for months. pretty much since you two got together
he tried to keep it a secret, he really did, but by the time he actually decides to propose, the rest of the bachelors and bachelorettes know
still, he wants the proposal to be for you and you only, so he plans on asking you during an evening picnic dinner on the beach
that doesn't stop him from asking his friends for some help, though
"is this really necessary?" sebastian questions, placing a candle into the sand and creating a pathway to the picnic blanket near the water.
"i think it's romantic," leah sighs, handing him another candle from the box in her arms. "he's been planning and buying all this stuff for weeks now. plus, candlelight always makes things more magical."
"i'm sure the moon will be bright enough tonight to add some 'magic.'"
"the light itself is not our concern, my friend," elliott says, wrapping an arm around seb — who scowls at the contact, but decides to let him get away with it just this once — and waving his arm to show off their setup. "i need this beach to represent a scene of pure love and endearment tonight, for my beloved deserves no less than a proposal for the century!"
"right," seb monotones. "well, the candles are all set up, so i'm heading to the shade."
"you want the speakers over here, el?" sam calls out, holding up one of his wireless speakers at the entrance of the beach.
"i've got one over here, too!" abigail yells from behind the cabin.
"perfect!" elliott replies, grinning as the setting he's been picturing finally comes together. he waves goodbye as everyone begins to head home, turning to the only part of his plan left untouched — the picnic blanket. i suppose the rest is up to me.
-
"are you ready, my dear?"
"elliott, i've been ready for the past twenty minutes," you say, playfully smacking the hands covering your eyes. "can i look now?" he laughs before finally lowering his arms, watching lovingly as your eyes widen at the setting in front of you.
"shall we?" he asks, holding his arm out. you gladly hold on to him as the two of you make your way down the beach, in awe at the candles lighting your way.
"i must be dreaming," you say, shaking your head. "how did you—? wait, where's the music coming from?" you realize soft acoustic music is playing throughout the beach, feeling as if you're in a movie scene.
"ah, that? i asked sam and abigail if i could borrow their speakers," elliott explains proudly. "i also recruited leah and sebastian to help me create this enchanting path."
you laugh. "let me guess, you asked alex and haley to distract me and bring me to the library?" your jaw dropped. "no, and you asked maru and penny to get lunch with me? all so i wouldn't come to find you?"
"i had a feeling my darling would venture to my whereabouts, so i requested the help of our colleagues to keep you away. though i'm sure it was difficult for you, i wanted this to be a surprise," he admits, smiling at you. "do you . . . like it?" he asks quietly, a bit scared he had done too much.
"elliott, this is more than anything i could have asked for," you say, warmth coating your words. "what's the occasion?"
he sighs in relief before replying, "have i ever needed a measly excuse to spoil you, dear?"
"i suppose not," you agree amusedly, recalling all the times you've returned home to a bouquet sitting on your porch.
finally, the two of you reach the end of the path, sitting together on the blanket. a big basket covered with a cloth sits at the center of it, as well as two plates, utensils, and your favorite food.
you shake your head. "this is ridiculous," you state, looking at elliott with big eyes. "how long have you been planning this?"
he hums in thought as he plates your food, pushing it towards you. "that, my dear, is none of your concern," he says, "though, i will say it took quite a bit of strategy. and money," he jokingly adds.
after the two of you eat, elliott hands the basket over to you, trying his very best to contain himself.
"i thought it'd be fitting to get you some gifts," he states, as you begin to uncover its contents one by one.
inside, you find a framed version of your favorite photo with him, a hand-painted mug, a poem, and—
you gasp. "are those rubies?" you ask, a couple red stones glittering at the top of the basket. you pick them up, realizing they're matching keychains.
"courtesy of emily," elliott explains. he hesitates, breathing out lightly before continuing. "rubies signify love and passion, you know, as well as good luck and prosperity."
you laugh lightly, holding up the keychains to the moonlight to see them shine. "perfect, should work wonders for us and the farm—"
"they also symbolize weddings."
you blink, gently setting down the gems as you look at him. he holds out the mermaid's pendant he has been patiently keeping for you, eyes already shining with tears as you gasp.
"y/n, the time we have spent together has been by far the best of my entire life," he starts, "and when i look to the future, i'm afraid i cannot picture one without you walking by my side. you are, and always will be, the love of my life, my shining light, my fairy book tale. you, my love, are my happy ending.
"so, will you do me the honors and marry me?"
you jump into his arms as soon as he finishes speaking, both of you laughing as he happily holds you.
"yes, elliott, of course!" you exclaim. he grins as he holds your face in his hands, covering your face in kisses before finally landing on your lips. your hands run through his hair before you fall backward, elliott landing on top of you with his hand cradling your head. you peck his nose, and he laughs once more before helping you sit up.
"here, let us celebrate with some wine!" he decides, grabbing two bottles he had left in the corner. "shane and harvey said these were the best the winery had to offer."
"you really got the whole town in on this, huh?" you tease, barely containing yourself as he helps you put on the jewelry.
he rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "well, it began with leah, and i thought it wouldn't hurt to tell harvey, but then of course i had to tell—" he stops himself. "secrecy has never been one of my strong suits, has it, love?"
you shake your head, leaning into his arm as you listen to the sound of the music mixing with the crashing of the waves.
"don't worry," you reassure, and he looks down at you with nothing but love in his gaze. "you have plenty of other traits to make up for it."
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so this is how you love
☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️
genre: sick fic, angst, comfort, fluff
pov: 3rd person (reader is referred to in the 2nd person though)
description: a cryptic texts leads to your boyfriend coming home to find you sick in bed.
pairing: idol!jeongin x sick gn!reader
warnings: swearing
word count: 5,767
©feelbokkie (2025) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
For the first time in a long time—possibly for the first time ever— Jeongin was worried about his relationship with you.
He wasn’t at first; there was no need to be. The two of you lived a quiet life together. You went on dates frequently. He would split his time between living at the dorm and living with you. And as months went on, he spent more time living with you than at his dorm. He’d mostly stay there if it were more convenient for a schedule and so that Chan wouldn’t get so lonely. And if he had to stay at the dorm, he’d stay up on the phone with you, wishing the call would never end. When he had to leave overseas or even just out of town for a few days, he couldn’t wait until he saw you again. He’d see you in little things like the flowers or the laugh of a stranger reminded him of you. He couldn’t deny his love for you, not that he’d ever want to. He thought that everything between the two of you was fine.
“Sleep at the dorm tonight.”
The text took more energy out of his body than the choreography he had just spent the entire morning learning. It came out of nowhere, completely blindsiding him as he sat in the corner of the practice room. He tried calling you repeatedly, only to be met with your voicemail. It wasn't like you to completely shut down like this if you were mad at him. The two of you had gotten into the habit of talking things through. But if you aren't even answering his calls and banned him from coming over, like he was supposed to—
I fucked up.
"Alright, let's run the dance one more time and then call it. Whoever messes up first is buying lunch." Minho calls when he reenters the room.
Jeongin sends a quick text telling—no begging—you to call him back before shoving his phone back in his bag and joining the rest of the members in the middle of the room.
“Han, can we go to that restaurant Chan hyung was talking about yesterday?” Seungmin asks Jisung through the mirror as a large grin spreads across his face.
Jisung cocks his head to the side as he turns to Seungmin. “Why are you asking me?”
“Because he knows you’re going to be the first to mess up!” Changbin calls from the back of the starting formation.
“Hey!”
Too busy trying to push whatever is going on with you out of his head and trying to mentally run through the dance. The faster they get done, the sooner he can leave and try to figure out what’s happening. Under normal circumstances, Jeongin would respect your wishes and give you space until you were ready to talk.
Under normal circumstances, you’d at least text why you needed the space in the first place.
"Hey! Lunch is on Yang Jeongin! See, I told you I wasn't going to be the first to mess up." Jisung shouts from behind Jeongin, who is still standing motionless in his starting position.
"Huh? What? The music didn't..." Jeongin’s voice trails off. His eyes focus back as he looks at the members in the mirror, noticing that they’re all in the poses that they should be in after the music started while he's still in his starting position.
“It’s okay, that was just a practice run. It doesn’t count. Let’s just start over.” Chan walks over and pats Jeongin on the back while giving him a soft smile.
“What? That’s not fair! If I was the one—“
“That’s because you have a habit of forgetting the dance you just learned dumbass. This song is like Jjam; it starts off weird. Half of us flinched before we were supposed to move.” Hyunjin laughs as he makes his way over to Jeongin, immediately throwing an arm over his shoulder and squeezing his cheeks.
Jeongin pushes Hyunjin off of him and brushes his hair out of his face. Not an unusual thing for him to do, but the lack of even a twitch in the corner of his mouth as he pushed him off is enough to make Chan and Hyunjin share a concerned look. The other members don’t miss it either, the sudden air of tension that seeps into the practice room.
“In-ah, are you okay?” Felix asks softly as he starts to approach the youngest member.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. It's been a long day." Jeongin sighs. He runs his hands through his hair again. "It's fine. I messed up, so I'll pay for lunch. Let's just run the dance again and go,"
Everyone exchanged quiet looks with each other as they got back into their positions. It was new territory for all of them, and none of them knew exactly how to navigate around it. Sure, they've seen Jeongin upset and stressed before. But not like this. Never when he was so distraught that he couldn't focus at practice. Not when Felix talking to him couldn't bring out even a sympathetic smile.
***
The second final run of the dance goes smoothly with only minor mistakes that could be fixed during the next practice. A few more quiet glances are exchanged as Jeongin makes a beeline for his bag the second they're dismissed from practice. Chan makes the first move without realizing that the other members were looking at him to talk to Jeongin.
Chan picks up his bag from the bench before walking over to Jeongin right as he stands up and is about to leave the room. "Everything alright, In?"
"Yeah, like I just said. I'm tired. I'm not really hungry either, so I'm just going to head out." Jeongin's grip on his bag tightens as he glances at the clock behind Chan. "I know I'm supposed to pay for lunch, but I can give you my card or just pay you back."
Chan's expression softens as he watches anxiety spread across Jeongin's face. "Don't worry about that right now. What's going on? Really?"
Jeongin's mouth presses into a fine line as he glances around the room. Everyone else is slowly making their way over to their bags. Chan takes the hint and gestures towards the door. Jeongin doesn't hesitate and quickly walks out of the room with Chan close behind him. As he closes the door, he signals for the remaining members to stay inside for a minute.
"What's going on?" Chan's voice stays low, mindful that anyone could be lurking in the corners of the company building.
"I—" Jeongin cuts himself off and takes a deep breath before starting again. "I need to go to Y/n's place. They're pissed at me and I'm scared...that they might want to..."
Jeongin's voice dies in his throat as he tries to finish his sentence. Not that he wants to. A small part of him holds onto the small belief that if he says it out loud, he'd speak it into existence. The idea of you leaving him—especially because of something he might have done—is not a scenario he's ever imagined. The uncertainty of what's going on fills him with a sense of dread he's never felt before.
"Did something happen?" Chan hesitates.
"I don't know. They left a weird message and they won't answer their phone—" Jeongin lets out a shaky breath as he looks up at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears that are stabbing the back of his eyes as they threaten to fall out. "I know I'm supposed to separate my personal life with my work life but honestly hyung, I'm scared shitless right now."
Chan stops himself from pulling Jeongin into a hug knowing that the younger would not welcome the embrace, especially now. Instead, he ruffles the younger man's hair and offers a gentle smile. "Don't worry about that right now. I'm sure everything is fine. I'll cover for you with the guys, so just go and sort it out. It's probably a misunderstanding."
"Thank you," Jeongin offers Chan a weak smile before leaving to talk to you.
Jeongin half expected to find his stuff sitting outside of your shared apartment. He took some relief that the only thing in front of the door was the doormat that the two of you bought during a trip to Busan. Still, his heart continues to jackhammer in his chest as he finally musters up the courage to open the door. Whatever remaining comfort left in his body dissipates at the sight of your quiet apartment.
It’s the silence that’s unsettling to him. The only times he’s walked into a dark and quiet home are when you’re out. You disliked silence, so much so that you had a small white noise machine that you’d use to help you sleep when you knew Jeongin wasn’t going to be home or would come back after you fell asleep. During the day, there’d always be some sort of noise playing—either the TV was left on some random channel or music was coming through your speakers. But the absence of your slippers next to his by the door lets him know that you’re sitting by yourself somewhere in the dark.
My fault.
Jeongin wastes no time kicking off his shoes and placing them, along with his bag, in the hall closet. He slips his feet into his house shoes and walks straight to your room.
His heart stops pounding long enough to note the lack of white noise filling the room. It sinks to the bottom of his stomach as he makes out the outline of you curled up underneath the blanket.
As he stands in the doorway watching you, it dawns on him that he doesn’t know what to say. He spent so much time racking his brain trying to figure out what he could have possibly done to elicit such a large reaction from you that he didn’t think about what he was going to do when he saw you. Every word he’s ever learned vacates his body, fluttering away like they’re one of the moths in his stomach.
Part of Jeongin wants to just turn around and leave. You hadn’t heard him, and you definitely didn’t see him, so it won't hurt if he just walks out right now. He’s scared of what you might say. That you want to break up. That you hate him and never want to see him again. He’s not sure what he did, but he’s certain that disobeying your one wish was reason enough for you to want to end the relationship.
Still, the idea that you're home upset with him over something he most likely did is enough to bring him to an early grave. He walks gingerly towards the bed. His eyes, having adjusted to the darkness in the room, land on the crumbled-up tissues on the bed and on the floor beside a plastic bag. Something snaps in Jeongin's chest as he thinks about how you have been crying because of him.
Jeongin squeezes his eyes tight before shaking his head to get back into focus. Once he's settled, he walks closer to the bed and crouches down next to you. With his eyes level with yours, he stops to examine every inch of your face, taking every last detail just in case he never gets the chance to do it again. If he could, he'd sit there and count every eyelash and mark on your face, even the microscopic ones that even you don't know about. After a moment, he puts a hand on your back and softly rubs your back to wake you gently. Something he's done countless times, but this time it feels foreign to him.
The first few seconds cause you to stir in your sleep and pull your blanket over your face. A few more seconds pass before you pull the blanket just below your tired eyes. Jeongin doesn't stop even after your eyebrows furrow together in confusion.
"What are you doing here?" You croak softly.
"I know you said to stay at the dorm, but I think we need to talk—"
"You need to go. You can't be here." Your voice is hoarse as you get a little bit louder. You pull the blanket tighter around your face as your eyes widen, more awake now.
Jeongin stops rubbing your back but leaves his hand resting on it. "Not until you tell me why you're so mad at me."
Confusion laces your face as you process what Jeongin just said and the desperate look on his face. No matter how much you stare at him, you can't even begin to think what he could be talking about.
"I'm not mad at you. Who told you that?" You finally ask, giving up on trying to figure out what's going on in his head.
"You did," He almost whispers.
"I did? When?" Your voice is muffled behind the blanket. You rub the sleep out of your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to make sense of what's going on right now.
"Earlier, when you told me to stay at the dorm."
" No, I didn't." You sit up on your elbow. Still, the blanket continues to cover your mouth and nose. You feel about the bed, looking for your phone, hoping it didn't fall behind the bed again. You pull it out from underneath Jeongin's pillow and go to your messages. "I told you to stay at the dorm because I'm sick."
"I know what I read, Y/n. You didn't say anything about being sick."
"I know what I said and..." Your argument dies before you can even finish it as you see the message you sent to Jeongin. "Shit, sorry you're right. I didn't hit 'send' the part of the message where I said that I'm sick. But I also didn't tell you that I was mad at you."
"It was implied," Jeongin mumbles as he starts to stand up.
"How was it implied?" You set your phone on the bedside table and lie back down as the room begins to swirl around.
"The period,"
You slowly blink at Jeongin, not entirely sure if the conversation you're having right now is real or some strange fever dream. "That's...that's basic punctuation."
"Yeah but in the context of the message you sent and the fact that you didn't answer any of my calls, it meant you were beyond pissed off at me."
"Noted. I'll make sure to never use a single punctuation mark when I text you ever again and to finish my messages before I fall asleep." You bring one of your hands to your temple and begin massaging as the headache you started the day off with reminds you of its presence. "You seriously need to get out of here."
Jeongin watches you for a moment as you try to dull the pain in your head. His heart has long since settled now that he knows it was just a misunderstanding. His earlier panic has been replaced by concern for you. You're paler than he's ever seen you the entire time he's known you. Strands of your hair are sticking to your face, and he can practically feel the heat radiating off of you. Without much thinking, Jeongin hovers over you and presses his lips against your forehead, not caring one bit about the sweat.
"What are you doing?" Worried about him being so close to you, you push him off with the hand that was relieving you of your headache.
"You're really hot," He breathes as he stands up quickly.
Jeongin doesn't give you time to respond before walking to the medicine cabinet in your shared bathroom. He quickly finds the thermometer in its usual place and washes it off in the sink while searching for something to give you. The lack of any sort of medication that he could give you quickly irritates him. He shuts off the water and walks back into the room.
You flinch and move your hand to cover your eyes as Jeongin turns on the light. His eyes land on the nearly empty glass of water, half of him is relieved that you at least tried to keep yourself hydrated. Jeongin kneels back down next to you, not minding the tissues on the floor or the bed. His free hand strokes the back of your hand as he holds the thermometer out with his other hand. "You need to stick this under your tongue."
"I just need to sleep it off." You groan. You felt better when you were sleeping. You didn't feel cold, your body and throat didn't hurt, your head wasn't pounding, and you didn't have to worry about the fact that you had trouble breathing through your nose. Ignorance truly is bliss.
"Y/n, I love you, but I really need to check because you don't just feel warm. You're actually burning hot." His hand moves down to the blanket that's covering your mouth, gently tugging it away from you. "Please?"
Your grip tightens on the blanket, preventing him from actually taking it away. Your hand stays over your eyes, but you can picture the worried expression that's almost certainly painted on his face. "Can you at least put a mask on first? I really don't want you to get sick. Not what you're preparing for a comeback."
"Fine," He nods. "You put this in your mouth, I'll be right back."
You squint through one eye as you grab the thermometer from Jeongin. He walks out of the room and straight to his bag in the hall closet. He digs around looking for the bag of masks he keeps in just in case. While he's searching, the tips of his fingers graze a container. Gears turn in his head for a moment before he remembers what it was. Inspired by those Altoid tin wallets that were trending on TikTok, you took the tiny case from the Magic School collection that Jeongin gave you and made an "emergency wallet." In it were things he already kept in his practice bag: bandages, hair ties, bobby pins, Chapstick, a small picture of you, and Tylenol. He pulls it out and takes the travel-sized bottle of Tylenol and smiles at your picture before putting the wallet back in his bag.
He pulls out one of the masks and puts it on his face before walking back into the room, just as the thermometer starts beeping. Jeongin takes the thermometer out of your mouth and sets it down on the corner of the side table and pours two Tylenol pills into his hand.
"Can you sit up real quick?" He asks softly.
You slowly pull yourself up, groaning as you do with every little ache that makes itself known. Jeongin helps you up the rest of the way and props some of the pillows up behind you to help you sit upright.
"Here, take these," Jeongin places the pills in your hand. He grabs the cup of water he saw earlier and holds it out for you to take in one hand while reaching for the thermometer with the other.
He watches you for a moment as you take the pills before turning his attention back to the thermometer. His eyes widen in alarm as he reads the three digital numbers on the tiny screen. A small gasp escapes him. An ache rapidly grows in the bottom of his gut, telling them that something isn't right.
You finish taking your medicine and place the empty glass back on the side table before your eyes settle on Jeongin, who is now typing something quickly into his phone. "What? What is it?"
His voice catches in his throat, a strangled whisper that betrays the fear coiling within him as he double—triple checks your temperature. "38.9 C,"
"That's...that's not good." You whisper.
"According to WebMD, if it were one degree higher we should take you to the hospital," He pauses for a moment to continue reading. "But you should be fine. You took something to bring it down. We just need to keep an eye on you."
"We?"
Jeongin shuts his phone off and slides it into his pocket before walking into the bathroom, yet again. He takes one of the wash cloths that you use to dry your face before you start your bedtime routine and drowns it in cold water. When he walks back into the room, you're back to lying down on the bed. "Do you seriously think I'm just going to leave you alone while you're dangerously close to a fatal fever?"
"It's not a fatal fever," You yawn.
"Well, if they're saying to seek medical attention, it's not good." He whispers as he lays the washcloth over your forehead. He slips his hand into yours once he's done, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand.
"And I thought...Hyunjin was dramatic," You yawn again. You blink slowly, almost unable to open your eyes again. Exhaustion takes over your body quickly as your headache slowly but surely begins to disappear.
"Nobody is more dramatic than him. I'll tell you what he did at practice today later. For now, you should get some rest. It looks like the medicine is starting to kick in." His voice is barely above a whisper as he watches your eyes drift shut slowly, touching close several times before staying there.
"Will you be here when I wake up?" Your voice is soft as you mumble out your question, your words slur together as you drift off to sleep.
"Where else would I be?" He replies quietly to himself.
Jeongin stays there for a minute, watching the way your chest rises and falls as you take short, labored breaths while your mouth hangs gently open. His eyes linger on your face, tracing every line, etching each detail into his memory as a soft smile plays on his lips. It's different from when he studied you earlier. Each trace of your face is lined with a newfound appreciation of you. Earlier, he tried to create a replica of you in his mind with the looming thought that it might be the last time he saw you. Now, he can look at you and know that he'll get to continue to find new parts of you to admire that he didn't notice before. Like the tiny mole just below your earlobe.
After a couple more minutes of watching you, making sure that you're sleeping well, Jeongin slips his hand out of yours and begins picking up the tissues from your bed and the floor. When he gets back from tossing them in the bathroom, he takes the large comforter off of you so you don't overheat and covers you with the sheet.
In the kitchen, Jeongin checks the fridge and pantry to take note of what you have. There’s not much, neither one of you are big cooks. The two of you spend more time ordering food or eating out than eating home-cooked meals. That’s not to say that the fridge and pantry are completely empty. There are tons of snacks and instant meals, mostly instant noodles, that you could live off of if you wanted. But none of it feels right. None of the food that you have is enough to give you strength and help you fight off whatever is currently plaguing your body. You need real soup and a strong tea to help you recover.
Jeongin pulls out his phone and dials the only number he can think of right now. As the phone rings, he grabs a packet of crackers and sets it down on the counter.
"Ah, Jeongin-ah!"
A small smile spreads across Jeongin's face as the warm, familiar voice comes through the other side of the phone. "Hi Umma, how are you?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." There's some rustling on the other side of the line. "When are you coming home?"
"We're going to have some free time after our next promotion period. I'll come down then." Jeongin places the phone between his ear and his shoulder before opening up the packet of crackers and placing them on a nearby napkin.
"With Y/n?"
He sets the crackers aside and takes your glass over to the sink. "Yeah, I can bring Y/n home with me."
"How's my Y/n?"
Jeongin brought you home with him after your first couple of years of dating. He was nervous to bring you at first. Not because of you, but because of his parents. They were more on the traditional side, and he's seen enough of what everyone his brothers have brought home had gone through to not want to put you through that. Unlike his brothers, he would make sure to talk about you with his parents a lot to ease them into the situation. Eventually, he couldn't put it off any longer when he went home for his birthday one year, and his mother asked him to bring you. They immediately took a liking to you, so much so that they tend to invite you to Busan without Jeongin. Your relationship with his family is one of the things he loves about you.
"That's why I'm calling you, actually—"
"Yang Jeongin, what did you do?" The stern tone is enough to send a chill down Jeongin's spine. Suddenly he's 5 years old again, getting scolded for doing something he definitely should not have done.
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" He whispers loudly as he switches his phone to the other ear. He peeks over to your room to make sure he didn't wake you up. "Y/n has a really bad cold right now and I was wondering if you could tell me how to make that soup you made us eat? And that pear you gave us."
"Goodness, my poor Y/n...I'll make some right now and bring it." He can hear her moving around again, probably heading to the kitchen.
"Umma, that's unnecessary. I can make it myself if you tell me how to."
A small chuckle rings through the phone. "You're willing to listen to me? My Y/n's changed you."
Jeongin pauses for a moment and glances back at the bedroom again. Jeongin knew he loved you. Being with you taught him more about himself than he ever knew. He didn't know how much he craved your touch, even if it meant a simple stroke of your hand against his cheek. He didn't realize how much he enjoyed your late-night conversations where you'd talk about your day. How you could make every little mundane thing, like going to the grocery store, seem so grand. Or how you'd sit there and explain the plot of whatever show or book you were into at the moment, just so he could understand the rant you were about to embark on. He didn't expect that the combination of your shampoo and body wash would be his favorite scent in the whole world. That he's purposely lent you his hoodies and shirts to wear so they could smell like you. He didn't realize how big and cold every hotel bed and even his bed back at the dorm felt. He didn't expect to feel like he ran a marathon every time he saw you, especially after he had been gone for a long time. He didn't know that it was possible to love someone this much. Not until he thought he was going to lose you.
His voice softens, a tender melody expresses affection slips off his tongue. "Yeah," "Okay, get a pen or put this into your phone. My samgyetang and baesuk are difficult and I don't want you to poison my Y/n."
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Jeongin nods quietly to himself as he sets the spoon aside. The samgyetang doesn't taste as good as his mom's, but it's good enough to give you.
Everything took longer than he had anticipated. First, he had to order all of the ingredients that you didn't have. Which, except for salt, pepper, and glutinous rice, was everything. Trying to figure out how to get the giblets out of the chicken and clean it out was the next difficult task. Not because it was complicated, but because of how disgusting the entire process is. How he didn't wake you up with all the commotion is a mystery he'll never solve. He held off making the baesuk for now, wanting you to have it as soon as it was done, and instead made some ginger tea.
"Innie?"
"Oh, you're up," Jeongin quickly walks over to the sink and washes his hands before fully turning to you. A small sigh of relief escapes him as he looks you over. Some of your color returned to your face and you look a bit more well-rested. Even in your poor condition, the way your hair is tousled all over the place and how his shirt hangs off your frame has him melting at the sight of you. He keeps his distance from you, not wanting to get scolded again even though he's still wearing his mask.
Before either one of you could say anything, tears quickly well up in your eyes and begin to pour down your face.
Jeongin wastes no time, not even pausing to dry his hands before walking over to you. His face is laced with concern as he cups your face. He pulls down his mask and presses his lips to your forehead again. You still feel warm, but not as hot as you were when he first checked. Furrowing his brows, he pulls away and wipes away your tears with his thumbs. "What's wrong? Are you feeling that bad?"
You quietly shake your head while sniffling. Your crying, on top of the congestion from your cold, makes it harder for you to breathe and causes you to nearly choke. One of Jeongin's hands finds its way to your back and begins rubbing a soothing circle, trying to calm you down.
"S-sorry, I don't know w-why I'm crying so hard." Your voice sounds a bit more gravely than it did earlier, and it hurts a bit more. Still, you take a deep, shaky breath. "I thought I was dreaming that you were here earlier, but seeing you made me realize that you're really here."
Jeongin pulls you into a tight hug against his chest. "Why wouldn't I be?"
You stay silent, not that he needed an actual answer. Instead, you bury your face into his chest and grip the hem of his shirt with both hands. The thumping of his heart against his chest is enough to calm you down.
Once he's certain you've settled down enough, Jeongin leads you over to the couch. There's a blanket and two pillows folded neatly on one of the cushions. He props the pillows against the armrest and makes you sit up against them before covering you with the blanket. He hands you the TV remote before disappearing just barely out of your sight in the kitchen.
He leans against the kitchen sink, holding one hand over his chest, trying to still his beating heart. After a couple of minutes, he grabs the pair of matching mugs that you surprised him with after he came back from an overseas schedule. You found them in an old thrift shop one day on your way home from work. One cup is covered with little sticks of butter, while the other one is covered with slices of bread. You couldn't resist the urge to buy them. They're not Jeongin's style, but his bread mug is his favorite cup.
He pours tea into both mugs and brings them back over to the couch. He places your mug on the coffee table and keeps his with him while he takes a seat in the nearby recliner.
"You really should go back to the dorm. You can't afford to get sick right now." You mumble as you play with the remote in your hands.
Jeongin takes a cautious sip of his tea before settling into his seat and pulling his mask down a bit further on his face to keep it dry. "Don't worry about that right now."
"But—"
"You shouldn't even be talking right now. It's not good for your throat." Jeongin leans forward and gently pushes your mug closer to you. "Drink that and put on that show you were telling me about the other day. The one about the two doctors who were rivals in high school."
You let out a defeated sigh, knowing that Jeongin is right. Your throat has been killing you and talking only makes it worse. You grab your tea and turn to search for the drama that you started the other day.
As the drama plays, Jeongin is watching you more than he is watching the TV. Watching you silently react to what's happening on the screen is much more enjoyable than whatever antics the doctors are getting into right now. It's almost as if time has stopped. If Jeongin isn't careful, he'll lose track of time and ruin the food he made for you.
"I'll be right back," He whispers mostly to himself. You're too engrossed in the show to hear him anyway.
Back in the kitchen, Jeongin turns the fire off under the soup and begins steaming the pear for the baesuk. He pours the soup into one of the bowls that the two of you bought together when you decided that you needed a proper set of dishware for your apartment. He sets the bowl on a serving tray along with a spoon, some napkins, and a few more crackers.
Contentment flows into each step as he walks back to you with your food, a faraway, loving gaze fills his eyes. When he's back in front of you, a smile is plastered over your face at something that happened on screen. Noticing that Jeongin came back, you fill him in on what he missed. He can see your lips moving and hear your voice, even in its damaged state, ring in his ear like a sweet melody but his brain isn't registering what you're saying.
"I love you," He says suddenly.
You're thrown off for a second by the spontaneous confession, but quickly recover with a large smile that didn’t just light up the room; it set off fireworks within Jeongin's soul. "I love you, too."
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Did I Cross The Line?
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Kate Biship, MentionPast!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Warning: Domestic Violence, Violence, Angst, Implied Cheating
Summary: Y/n comes home after dinner and finds her wife home from a week long mission.
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Part Two

You walk through the door sighing, dropping your keys on the counter.
"Where were you?" Natasha asks voice husky
"With Yelena and Kate", You sigh again, you've been doing that a lot lately.
She scoffs. She narrows her eyes. It's dark but you can still see her. She's sitting at the counter sipping on a drink, most likely bourbon. Her backs slightly forward so you know she's had a few, not drunk, probably slightly tipsy.
"Listen, I'm tired and kinda tipsy. I really don't want to argue right now." You try to keep your voice soft but it comes out bitter anyways.
Natasha leans back in her chair, "I haven't seen my wife in a week. I come home she's gone and you leave no note, no text? And now when you get home at 2AM you just want to go to bed? You don't even want to speak to me?" She's angry you can tell by her voice even as she keeps tries to keep it even.
"You were on a mission Natasha, I didn't know when you'd be home. You have a phone you could have texted me." You're tired. Your bones feel heavy in your body, weighing you down, "Plus I was out with Yelena and Kate. It's not a big deal."
Natasha downs the rest of her drink.
"How am I supposed to feel, huh? You out with your ex doing god knows what?!"
You roll your eyes having heard this a few times. "My god Nat! I'm out with Yelena and her girlfriend! Kate and Yelena are dating now, did you forget that? And we're married! Kate and I have no romantic feelings for each other anymore, whatsoever!" You yell back "What you think me and Kate are having a quicky in the bathroom while Yelena waits at the dinner table, are you insane?"
Natasha stands up in anger "All I want is to come home and have my wife waiting for me! Is that so much to ask for?" she yells back
"You have to be kidding me! You're always gone Natasha! Always on a mission! I'm not going to wait around at home for you like a dog at your beck and call! I have a life too!"
Natasha scoffs, shaking her head and putting her hands on her hips "Did you forget that, that's my job! I have a responsibility Y/n! You knew this when we got married!"
"I'm an Avenger too 'Tasha, did you forget that?" You take a step closer to her "I go on missions but I don't make that my entire life! I have a life outside of avenging, I want to be able to spend time with family and friends!"
You huff out a breath "I can't with this Natasha. You have been absent from are marriage for months. Ever since the mission in Murcia," Natasha's eyes dart to the left but come back to stare at you. "You come home but you aren't present. You say you have training but i've gone to visit and you aren't there. So where have you been Natasha?"
She looks away from you not answering your question. You hesitate but ask it anyway, "Are you having an affair?"
Natasha's eyes flash to you, her crossed arms dropping.
She stares at you wide-eyes before they turn dark and angry, "How dare you ask me that! I have given you everything. We're married!" She defends herself.
"What else am I supposed to assume Natasha! You aren't here! You lie to me about where you're going! You take back to back missions! We haven't had sex in months! So you have to be getting it from somewhere else! 'Cause it sure as hell isn't me fucking you!"
"Unbelievable" she mutters, Natasha shakes her head and turns away.
"Are you serious? Don't walk away from me! You wanted to talk right?!" You go to grab her arm but the second you touch her.
It happens instantly. She clocks your left jaw and continues to attack. You block what you can but you're too shocked to properly defend yourself.
"Tasha, what are you doing!" you groan as she lands a blow on your ribs.
Natasha goes to strike your face but you block her. Grabbing onto her arms and locking them to your side so you can look at her. Her eyes are black and wild, her breaths coming out in heavy spurts and you know something is seriously wrong.
It all happens so fast. You got distracted and she used it to flip you on your back. Your head rings with the sudden onslaught of punches. Then you can't breathe.
"N-nat" you choke trying to break her grip in your throat. But she can't hear you. She stares down at you and her eyes are unfocused and you know Natasha isn't really there.
Your vision starts to go blurry with tears and black splotches clouding around Natasha's head. If you don't do something now you're going to lose consciousness. With all your strength, you're able to elbow Natasha's inner arm, loosening the hold she had on your neck. You slam your other elbow in the soft part of her thigh turning your body to throw her off you. You get up as fast as you can, left hand holding your neck, your right grabs the table to help you up. You take deep breaths, trying to regain your lost oxygen.
You turn to see Natasha sitting up from where you threw.
"Y-y/n....what-" she looks so shocked. She takes you in. You're leaning on the counter, you have cuts on your face as tears stream down your cheeks
"baby-" she chokes out tears falling from her eyes as she realizes what she had done "I-im so sorry" she reaches out towards you from her position on the ground yet even with the distance you find yourself flinching back, backing away from her.
You slowly start to inch away towards the door. Natasha starts shaking her head standing up "W-wait, i'm sorry. I didn't mean-" Your eyes go wide as she stands up quickly, too quickly, and comes at you.
You're scared. You never thought you'd be scared of her. That she'd hurt you. You shake your head and you run out the door.
"Y/n!" Natasha goes to chase you to explain. "Come back!" She needs to explain. She needs to apologize.
You run, heart beating rapidly as you hear her footsteps as she follows you. You bang on the door as loudly and fast as you can. You look around and see Nat round the corner, so you bang harder on the door.
The door opens.
You and Nat both yell.
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Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.
That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.
The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.
So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.
Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.
He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.
Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.
Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.
"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."
He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."
"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.
"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."
"At least you know your limits."
"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."
"It was."
"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."
Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"
"A few times," she blushed.
"Well, it needs to be said more!"
Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."
Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.
"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.
"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.
The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!
"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"
"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!
"An-an answer?"
"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."
They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!
Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.
"-even listening?"
Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.
Good job not panicking, Danny.
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can i request spencer reid w bau!reader and their married but reader forgets to put her wedding ring back on and derek’s asking spencer about what happened/if theyre having marital problems and spencer starts panciking but she just forgot about it in her pocket😭
Derek's brow is knitted in real, authentic concern when he corners Spencer in the BAU's kitchenette, and it turns Spencer's stomach. Usually, Derek has a teasing glimmer in his eyes, but it's scarily absent today, and he braces a large hand on Spencer's lanky bicep.
"Pretty boy," Derek starts, and his tone is soft, soothing, kind, "Anything you wanna talk about? I'm here if you need me, y'know."
Spencer tries feigning calm, which is terribly hard to do as someone who's fraught with nerves constantly, but he keeps an even tone when he speaks.
"I don't think so. Should I want to talk about something?"
Derek smiles sympathetically, almost a grimace, and Spencer feels a flash of fear run through him. Has Derek heard something about his mom?
"I don't think anyone else has noticed yet," Derek assures Spencer, "But I saw Y/N's not wearing her ring."
It's not what he'd been expecting, dreading, but it's not pleasant either. Spencer's eyes dart hurriedly to your hunched form, shoulders bent and crowding your desk as you devote yourself entirely to your paperwork. Sure enough, your wedding ring is absent from your finger, leaving an uncomfortably blank space on your skin, and Spencer's brows knit together.
"I didn't know," Spencer admits, keeping his voice to a low murmur, "I- But- we aren't having any problems. I don't think."
Derek shoots that awful pitying grimace his way again, and Spencer shakes his head, his stringy hair flying.
"No, no- we're not- we're not having problems," He asserts, but he's not sure if he's trying to convince himself or Derek more, "I mean, we bickered about coffee this morning, but not- not marriage problems bad. She just forgot it."
Spencer knows what expression will be on Derek's face if he looks, so he doesn't. He busies himself with stirring the rest of the sugar into his coffee, excusing himself before Derek can press the issue even further.
On his way out of the kitchenette he snags a donut from an open box on the counter, slipping a napkin beneath it and trying not to rush to your desk. He doesn't want to seem obvious, but he's a flaming bundle of nerves.
"Angel," He gets right to the point, placing the donut beside your hand on the desk and leaning over the back of your chair. He nestles his cheek to yours, pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw and blocking your conversation from view of the bullpen with the way he shrouds you from behind.
"Spence," You begin, alarmed at the sudden ambush of sugar, both literally and figuratively, "What-?"
"Are you mad at me?" He asks, sounding rather like a child worrying to their parents. You're only more confused after his question, and you tentatively shake your head.
"No? Should I be?"
"I don't think so," Spencer hums, "But you're not wearing your ring."
You blink, glancing at your bare ring finger.
"Oh!" You gush, your shoulders pressing back against his own as you maneuver your hand into your pocket. It's difficult sitting down, but you retrieve the ring and jam it back onto your finger, "I took it off earlier because I was taking the trash out. I didn't want it to get all goopy, and I guess I just forgot it was in there." You let your explanation hang in the air for a moment, but your eyes flash with sympathy, remembering Spencer's initial question, "Oh, Spence, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out."
"It's okay," He breathes out a shaky sigh of relief, reluctant to straighten up from where he's hugging you from behind, "You didn't even freak me out. Morgan did."
You laugh, and the sound soothes those frayed nerves in his chest, the ones that had lit with sparks of panic at Morgan's pity, "Well, don't listen to Morgan from now on. However," You reach for the donut, tearing it in half and holding one end out to Spencer while you catch the other between your teeth, "If it means I get donuts in apology, maybe I'll forget my wedding ring in my pocket more often."
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Can I have a story where reader has a huge crush on loki (reader won't admit they're inlove tho) and wants to be his in every aspect? She doesn't want to confess because she knows she'll get rejected and knows she's not his type. Though reader maybe sneaky, they forget that loki can sometimes read minds. They play this cat-and-mouse game it may or may not lead to smut 👀 I kind of had this idea by listening to "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys. Thank you so much <3
Hiiiii!!! I'm sorry this took so long to get to!!!! But thank you so much for sending it to me!! I hope you like it!!! 💚💚💚
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Thinking of You
Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader
Warnings: swearing, mild yelling, mind reading, self esteem issues, NSFW, masturbation, mildly rough sex (nothing graphic), if I missed anything let me know!! 💚
Summary: Everytime you see Loki your thoughts run wild....unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too...
A/n- sorry this took so long!!! It's probably terrible, I'm a bit rusty......sorry!!!!! 💚💚
"No the other way." You urged into the coms, swiping between screens on the computer screen like a maniac trying to guide the team to where they needed to be. "Y/n, where is it!?" Tony yelled into his earpiece making you wince "there is no need to yell Stark" You heard Loki's smooth voice sound in your ear making you sigh "that's easy for you to say Rudolph, you aren't surrounded by agents." Tony said when you heard an explosion echo into you ear. "Do stop complaining Stark." Loki said when you heard a grunt sound through Loki's coms "you are becoming rather insufferable." He continued making you giggle "I swear laufeyson, when we get back..." Tony started when you heard Thor's booming voice join the conversation "would you two please desist with this nonsense!" Thor yelled making you jump.
"Yes, please silence yourself stark....now darling which way do we go?" Loki asked into his earpiece, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine "i...I...let me see" you said searching the map again "take your...umph...time darling, no rush." Loki purred into your ear as you heard a thud on his end. "Ok, everyone needs to get to Loki's location, that's where the serum is." You said pulling up everyone's position, "aaah, Right again I see." Loki laughed into his earpiece "shut up Loki." Thor bellowed into his coms "come now, jealousy does not suit you brother." Loki mocked making you laugh "something funny agent?" You heard Tony snark into the coms "no sir, sorry." You said looking down at your hands.
You listened as the team completed the mission, bickering the entire time. If you were honest you weren't sure how they didn't kill eachother everytime they went on a mission. "Alright, back to the jet everyone." Tony said. "I thank you for your assistance lady y/n." Loki purred into the earpiece making your cheeks heat up "y...you welcome Loki "Alright romeo let's go...shutting down coms, see you back at the tower." Tony said as the line went silent. You took a deep breath pulling your earpiece out when Nat walked over leaning on your desk "quite the sweet talker isn't he?" She asked making you giggle "well they do call him silvertongue." You said trying to not look at her "yeah, makes you wonder what else he can do with his tongue." She said as you stood up "Natasha!" You whisper yelled making her laugh "oh come on, we all know how you feel about him." She said as you grabbed a stack of files quickly turning "I don't know what your talking about." You said making your way to the filing cabinets.
"Y/n, why don't you just talk to him?" She asked following you "I do talk to him." You snapped hoping she would let it go "you know what I mean y/n." She scolded crossing her arms "because..." you sighed setting the files down "because there will never be a universe where he feels the same." You said opening the filing cabinet "you don't know that, the way he talks to you..." She started when you slammed the drawer shut "I'm not stupid nat, he's just being polite...letting his princely charm ooze out of him. I've seen I him do it at parties." You said closing your eyes "I'm not special, he doesn't like me and he never will...why would he?" You asked walking back towards your desk "um, your funny, smart, witty.." nat said continuing to follow you "plain, ordinary...boring." you huffed grabbing your bag "y/n seriously..." you cut her off lifting your hand "no, he doesn't know...he'll never know." You said walking towards the door, stopping in the doorway "I...I don't think I could handle that rejection." You said before walking out heading towards your apartment
You spent the next few days chained to your desk, stacks of mission reports to go through and file from the last mission. Looking up rubbing your eyes seeing you had worked past your lunch "I need a break." You sighed closing the file you were working on as you stood up. Grabbing your coffee mug you made your way to the break room and the espresso machine Tony had recently installed. After choosing what you wanted you leaned your head against the cabinet waiting for the machine to do its thing, praying it would hurry when what nat said the other day ran through your mind does everyone really know....am I that obvious? You thought when the loud beep pulled you from your thoughts. "Thank god." You breathed bringing the cup to your lips taking a small sip you closed your eyes feeling the caffeine touch your soul "mmmhhh." You moaned with a sigh.
"Now that is a sound I could get used to." A deep voice behind you said, your eyes shooting open as you turned seeing Loki leaning against the doorway his arms crossed, the buttons of his white shirt straining against his chest "l...loki w...what are you doing here?" You asked setting the cup down "oh, some nonsense of starks." He said pushing off the doorframe sliding his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans "something about not completing my reports." He shrugged taking a step into the room "o..oh, um he didn't say anything to me." You said fidgeting with your fingers "well let's be honest, when have you known stark to be organized?" He asked making you laugh "so, naturally I came to you to see if there were any...discrepancies." He purred coming to stand in front of you, his cologne wafting between you making you sigh god he smells good you thought hearing loki laugh "do you like the cologne? I just purchased it." He asked smiling "oh...yeah! Your...rrr I mean it...it's good." You stuttered watching his smile widen
"well darling, if you wouldn't mind may I....come with you?" He asked, the baritone in his voice stirring something inside you I'll be coming later you thought remembering all the nights you touched yourself at the thought of his large hands roaming your body, his deep voice whispering how much he wanted you in your ear. You bit your lip seeing him raise an eyebrow at you "er...um sorry...what were you saying?" You asked wringing yours hands "Darling, i was asking if I could come and look at the reports." He said smiling again "oh! Right...yes absolutely!" You said shaking the impure thoughts from your head as you stepped around him and headed back towards your desk. You sat down, digging through the stack of files until you saw "Laufeyson" pulling it out "ah, here it is." You said freezing feeling a hand on your back "you forgot your coffee my dear." He purred setting your cup on the desk "oh, thank you Loki." You said feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Now, let's see shall we?" He asked, taking the file from you He sat it down on the desk in front of you, his one hand sliding to the back of your chair as he leaned his large lithe frame over you, feeling the heat from his chest against your arm. "Hmm..." he hummed flipping through the file page by page, his scent ingulphing you as your mind raced at his proximity to you, the way his forearms flexed with each page turn, your eyes tracing the veins running down to his... "I do not see any issue, do you darling?" He asked when you tilted your head up towards him, your nose almost touching his as he leaned closer "i...um...." your mind going blank as your eyes met his, you couldn't help stare into them. They always reminded you of a forest after a storm, the deep green and blue swirling in a maelstrom as powerful as the man they belonged to but at this closeness you could see specs of gold shining in them.
"Loki..." you whispered, your eyes shooting down to his lips they look so soft you thought when you felt him lean closer "y/n." He breathed when you looked back into his eyes "i..." you trailed off, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest "tell me darling." He whispered as he hovered over you his eyes never leaving yours "i..." you tried again, your mouth going dry feeling his finger tuck your hair behind your ear "hmm?" He hummed expectantly the tip of his nose touching yours "agent y/l/n." You heard from across the room making Loki shoot straight up as you jumped "a..agent hill, morning...er afternoon." You stuttered watching Maria walk in "and what do we owe the pleasure Loki?" She asked nearing your desk "oh, I was only ensuring my report was accurate, I would hate to make miss y/n's job harder then it is." He explained, freezing feeling his finger slowly trail up your arm. "Well im sure the agent has it under control Mr. Laufeyson." Hill said coming to stand on your other side "yes, she does. So I will take my leave...perhaps I will see you later agent." He purred as you looked up at him seeing him smile "o...ok, bye Loki." You smiled back as he bowed slightly before walking to the door.
You sat staring at the file Loki had been going through when you felt Hill nudge you "oh my God, what was that about?" She asked sitting on the edge of your desk, her stern demeanor vanishing "i...I don't know." You said looking up at her "well he looked like he was about to eat you." She laughed making you laugh with her "no, he just wanted to go through his report." You said setting it back on the pile "riiight, even though he's never had an issue with them before." She said crossing her arms. "I...well maybe he...umm." you stuttered trying to think of a reason "dude, just accept the man wanted to eat you like a cream filled donut." She said making you laugh "what!? No he doesn't!" You urged hearing her laugh "well apparently you didn't see the look on his face." She said hopping off the desk. "Look, all I'm saying is maybe he likes you too." She shrugged walking to the door "no he doesn't, he's just being nice." You said grabbing your cup "uh huh...whatever you say." She winked as she walked out.
You sat back sipping your coffee trying to process what had happened when you heard your name called, looking up seeing Tony "Hey kid, I just wanted to check and see how those are coming along." He said pointing at the reports "fury is down my throat about them." He laughed as you looked up at him "oh yeah, they're almost done." You said setting your cup down "oh, and Loki came by like you asked." You said grabbing his file "i didn't ask him to come by." Tony said crossing his arms "yes you did." You said looking back at him "no....I didn't." He argued making you sigh "you sent him down saying there was an issue with his reports." You argued back tossing the file down "I hate to break it to you, but I didn't send him down here, I haven't even talked to him in days." He said making your eyebrows furrow "just have them done by tonight ok?" Tony asked as you nodded looking back down at your desk. "If Tony didn't tell him to come down here.." your thoughts trailed off as you looked up at the clock seeing it was already almost three "shit.." you sighed pushing your thoughts aside grabbing the next file getting back to work.
It had been a couple weeks since your last interaction with Loki, but you couldn't get it out of your mind, it was beginning to drive you crazy. You were sat at your desk tapping your pen on a stack of files remembering the way his eyes stared into yours, how close he was to you, frowning remembering the lie he told you "Hey y/n, I need you to have Thor fix this." Maria said setting a piece of paper on your desk, seeing it was one of his mission reports "oh? What's wrong with it?" You asked picking it up "look at the description." She laughed as you looked down at that section seeing a simple "we won" written "I've told him that's not adequate but..." She sighed shaking her head. "Could you please have him actually write what happened?" She asked as you nodded "yeah, I just gotta find him." You said standing up "I believe he's in the training room, good luck." She smiled walking out. "Of course he is." You sighed walking towards the elevators.
You took a deep breath grabbing the handle of the door you pulled it open seeing Thor sparring with Steve as you walked in "Thor!" You yelled getting his attention seeing him smile at you as he walked over "Lady y/n, what can I do for you?" He asked setting his hammer down "you didn't fill out your report from the last mission." You said holding the paper out to him "you have to write a full description." You said holding your pen out to him "I do not see why, we won that's all that is important." He said grabbing the pen "just write something to make Hill happy." You laughed crossing your arms "very well, give me one moment." He said walking to the benches sitting down.
You looked out into the training room seeing Natasha on the treadmill, Steve had gone over to the punching bags, and then your eyes landed on Loki, dressed in black gym shorts that gave you full view of his muscular thighs, accompanied by a black tank top that was so tight you were surprised he could move, biting you lip watching as he sparred with Bucky. Your eyes traveled up seeing his long hair pulled back into a low bun, sweat making a few loose strands stick to his forehead as he pivoted and swayed, avoiding all of Bucky's attacks with the grace of a dancer. "Fuck...." you breathed, crossing your foot over the other clenching your thighs together trying to hide your arousal as bucky lunged at Loki when his large hand grabbed his throat, planting his foot behind bucky he threw him to the mat on his back kneeling next to him with his hand still on his throat god he could choke me anytime you thought biting your lip when Loki's eyes suddenly met yours making you jump.
His eyes didn't leave yours as he stood up, extending his hand to bucky pulling him up you watched his bicep flex, the veins in his arms bulging as Bucky got to his feet goood...I want trace them with my tongue you thought feeling your face heat up, arousal pooling in your stomach as your eyes met his again seeing a darkness in them you never had before "Lady y/n." Thor suddenly said next to you making you jump "apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." He said as you clutched your chest "no, it's ok." You said taking a deep breath "I have finished your report." He smiled holding out the paper "oh, thank you thor." You said quickly grabbing the paper "are you ok? You look a little flushed." He said as you ripped your pen out of his hand "yes! I'm fine." You said glancing over seeing Loki still watching you "i...I gotta go, see you later." You said quickly turning and walking towards the door, one last look back seeing Loki's eyes still on you making you shiver as you walked out.
You made your way back downstairs gripping the pen and paper in your hand, walking into Maria's office you slapped it on her desk "there." You said turning around "you ok? You seem...off." She said making you turn back to her "yeah! Totally fine!" You rushed out "I'm gonna call it a day, I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled before walking to your desk shutting everything off heading back upstairs to your apartment. Walking in you closed the door behind you leaning your back against it "Dammit Loki." You sighed closing your eyes, the friction of your clothing against your core making you moan "bath...a bath sounds good." You said rushing into the bathroom you turned the water on adding the bubbles as you pulled your clothes off before easing into the hot water.
You leaned back, closing your eyes you pictured the broody God, his eyes....his smile...."loki.." you whispered sliding your hand down your stomach, you gripped the side of the tub as your fingers slowly slid over your folds, biting your lip as you slowly moved your fingers down to your entrance dipping them inside you rocked your hand back and forth, imagining they were Loki's. "God...Loki..." you moaned moving your fingers faster, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach "mmm....haaaarder...." you breathed picturing Loki's eyes staring into yours, his hand wrapped around your throat "fuuuck..Loki." you cried out feeling orgasm wash over you, squeezing your thighs together you slowly slid your fingers out.
You took a deep breath still feeling unsatisfied "ugh, that usually works." You sighed sitting up rubbing your temples. You groaned, grabbing your body wash you cleaned yourself up before getting out of the tub, the ache still very present in your core. Looking up seeing it was almost ten "Maybe I'll make some tea." You said to yourself slipping on your sleep shorts and a bright green tank top pulling your hair back before opening your door and making your way down to the kitchen. You slowly walked in releasing a breath seeing it empty and dark "good, everyone must be busy." You said walking in grabbing the kettle filling it before setting it on the stove.
You opened the cabinet seeing all the coffee mugs on the top shelf "freaking giants" you mumbled lifting you knee onto the counter pulling yourself up freezing hearing someone clear their throat. You slowly leaned back, peeking out from behind the cabinet door seeing Loki standing next to the counter by the door, wearing the white shirt that would cause your death, his hand in his pocket as he tilted his head "h...hey Loki." You said smiling nervously "evening y/n, may I ask what it is your doing up there?" He asked when the kettle screamed. You cleared your throat watching him move it and turn the burner off. "Well, you see....I couldn't sleep so...tea." you laughed as he looked back over to you "and all the mugs are up there." You said pointing to the top of the cabinet "ah, I see." You heard him say as you reached up grabbing a cup.
You went to put your foot down on the floor when your other knee slipped causing you to drop the cup as you fell back off the counter when an arm wrapped around your middle pulling you backwards, you back hitting solid muscle looking to the side seeing Loki smiling down at you. "Your cup my lady." He said lifting his other hand you looked at it seeing your cup dangling from his finger "t..thank you." You stuttered lifting the cup from his finger. "You really must be more careful my dear." He purred when you felt his thumb sliding up and down by your rib, slowly moving up towards your breast "i...I should finish the tea." You said pulling away from him walking to the stove. Stop it y/n, he's just being nice you thought shaking your head when the cabinet door slammed making you jump, turning to see Loki's hand on it.
"Loki...are you ok?" You asked as he turned around "no y/n, I'm afraid I'm not." He said taking a step towards you. "I...I can get bruce...or thor?" You asked stepping back as he came closer "I'm afraid neither of them can assist me." He growled continuing his advance as you walked backwards through the kitchen, loki right on top of you "um..well I could.." you trailed as your back hit the table "these games have exhausted me y/n." He said coming to stand in front of you his chest inches from yours "I don't know..." you started when he leaned forward planting his palms on either side of you caging you in "do not lie to me y/n," He said sternly making you shiver "l..loki i..." you sighed looking down fidgeting with your hands when he leaned forward freezing feeling his breath on your ear.
"I love your eyes as well." He whispered making your head jerk back looking at him "i...you..." you stuttered as the realization hit you "yes dear, there are times i can read your thoughts." He said as your eyes widened "h...how much is sometimes?" You panicked seeing him smile "well, it comes and goes, but depending on how...hard your thinking they make it through." He purred as you looked down, embarrassment flooding through you "y/n look at me...please." He whispered as you took a deep breath "Loki i..." you were cut off by his lips gently touching yours before he quickly pulled back checking gauging your reaction as you stood speechless. You must have taken too long to respond as panic flashed in his eyes as he slowly stood up "i...I have over stepped, I apologize." He said taking a step back, the loss of contact kicking your brain into gear.
"Wait." You rushed out fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him back to you, rising up on your toes your lips crashed into his, your other hand sliding across his side to his back pulling him closer moaning feeling his tongue slide along your bottom lip, his hand cupping the back of your head as you parted your lips hearing him groan as his tongue slipped inside tangling with yours. God his lips are soft you thought when you felt his hands slide across your sides to your back moving down his palms cupping your ass squeezing making you moan into his mouth as he lifted you up setting you on the table. Stepping between your parted legs he pulled back slightly as he kissed along your jaw, tilting your head back feeling his lips wrap around your earlobe "l..loki..." you moaned when his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you towards him groaning feeling his erection press against your thigh.
God, fuck me..please fuck me you thought screwing your eyes shut feeling his teeth nip at your pulse point "say it." He growled, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver "w..what." you breathed when he pulled back looking into you eyes, his hand gently gripping your chin "I want to hear you say it." He growled his jaw clenching as he watched you with an intensity that sent electricity up your spine "i..I want..." you stuttered seeing his eyes darken "yes..." he encouraged rubbing his thumb across your lips "i...want you Loki." You whispered seeing him smile as he leaned down to your ear "do you want me to fuck you y/n?" He breathed as you gripped the table screwing your eyes shut "y..yes...please." You said, opening your eyes meeting his "norns..." he whispered as he lunged forward his lips crashing onto to yours, his hand going to the back of your head as he guided you down onto your back.
Arching your back feeling the cold wood through your thin tank top "I need to feel you...now." loki growled against your lips as his other hand slid up your side to the bottom of your shirt "as much as I love seeing you in my colors..." he trailed off standing up his hand slipped out from under your head joining the other, hearing a loud rip you gasped feeling the cold air hit your bare skin, looking down seeing your shirt ripped in half "gorgeous." Loki purred placing a large hand on your stomach, his finger tips ghosting over your skin as he slowly slid it up to the valley of your breasts gently pushing you back down. "One more thing." He smiled when you heard another rip, feeling your shorts and panties pulled from you. "Norns....you truly are magnificent." He purred as he wrapped his hands around your thighs sliding you to the edge.
"Loki...." you moaned feeling his clothed cock press against your core "I know my dear, be patient for me." He groaned lifting his hand a green light swept down across him, shivering feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance "are you ready love?" He asked making you look up, his smile melting your insides as his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs "y..yes....please loki." You whined laying back stretching your arms above your head "mmm....we'll have to look into that." He growled as he leaned over, his large body hovering over yours as he pushed his hips forward, stretching you slowly as he entered you. "Gods your...mmm tight." He groaned, bucking his hips forward making you gasp as he bottomed out.
"Holy fuck." You cried out digging your nails into the table as he leaned further over you, his eyes meeting yours "are you ok dear? Do you wish to stop?" He asked, concern lacing his tone as you stared up at him "God no!" You rushed out wrapping your legs around his middle, a deep rumble coming from his chest as he laughed "loki?" You asked wrapping your fingers around the end of the table "move...now" you demanded shifting your hips "as you wish." He growled as he planted one large hand next to your head, the other gripping your hip as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in before slowly pushing back in.
"H...holy...." you moaned as he set a steady pace, burying his cock further inside you then anyone ever had God, he's ruined me you thought when he suddenly snapped his hips hard against yours jolting you up the table "that was the idea my dear." He growled "my cock will be the only one that can satisfy you." He said gritting his teeth as he slammed into you "Loki!!" You cried out gripping the edge of the table "the only pleasure you will find is impaled upon me as I bury myself in your perfect cunt." He said, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a brutal pace, the table shifting under his thrusts as he consumed you. "F...fuck! Loki...ahhh....i.....im...." you cried out as his tip hit that soft spot deep inside you "are you going to come my dear?" He groaned, sliding his hand under your shoulder pulling you to him as his pelvis hit yours "y...yes....God Loki!" You yelled feeling the familiar tingle in your abdomen.
"Come y/n...come on my cock." Loki gritted as he thrust hard into you as your orgasm slammed into you screaming his name as he continued his unforgiving pace "w..whose cunt is this?" He growled digging his fingers nails into your shoulder "y..yours..." you moaned feeling another building "who....n...norns...who do you belong to?" He moaned screwing his eyes shut as you squeezed your legs around him "y...you Loki...only you!" You cried out as he bottomed out, holding himself there you felt him release deep inside you triggering a second orgasm as he slumped on top of you laying his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath fanning your skin as you let go of the table, a hand going to the back of his head running your fingers through his hair, freezing feeling him stiffen.
Why did i do that...I shouldn't have done that you thought as you pulled your hand away "y/n?" You heard Loki ask but your thoughts drowned him out i....I should go...this was probably a one time thing... "y/n look at me." Loki's voice rang out again as you tried to slip out from under him what am I going to cover up with....I need to get back to my.... "y/n!" Loki yelled making jump, your eyes shooting to his "apologies, I did not mean to yell but you were lost." He said as he grabbed your hand helping you sit up "now, let me make one thing perfectly clear." He said raising his hand again, the same green light traveling across your skin as your clothes reappeared "you...are mine now." He said leaning forward "you are not a one night stand, you never were...you deserve much more then that." He said as you looked down fidgeting with your fingers "you deserved to be treated as a queen, a goddess...my goddess." He said brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face
"so y/n, will you alow me to take you out?" He asked as you looked up at him "m...me? You want to date me?" You asked laughing but seeing Loki looking more serious then you ever had "I um...I'd like that Loki, very much." You said seeing him smile "how about we go to my chambers and you put on one of your midgaridian films and we can talk more hm?" He asked making you smile "that sounds nice." You said sliding off the table as he held his hand out, placing your hand in his He linked your fingers together as he guided you down the hallway to his room "loki, does that mean your my...boyfriend?" You asked as he smiled down at you opening his door "you may call me whatever you wish, as long as you are mine." He said as he waved you ahead of him "I'll always be yours....my king." You said walking through the doorway "mmm....now that will get you more then you bargained for." He growled following you "oh, I'm counting on it." You smiled closing the door behind him.
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I bet chameleon!reader gives Abbot the biggest glares whenever they pass each other. Its a true “Are you sure she doesn't hate him?” conversation starter.
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Previous Concept
The biggest. But it goes against every fibre of your being. You try your best to convey a sense of disdain for your husb–ex, ex-husband. But its hard to give off that vibe when you really, really fucking love the shit out of him.
“Hi.” Jack coos. He knows he shouldn't be bothering you. He has no reason to be talking to you right now. But when he saw you down in the Emergency Room, body encapsulated with those bright pink scrubs you so desperately defended, he couldn't help but naturally gravitate towards you. “How’re you today?”
“Small talk?” You reply over your shoulder with a sigh, and not a second passes where you take your eyes off the screen in front of you. “Least you recognised me this time.” The dig struck a nerve inside Jack. If he had rolled his eyes any harder at you, he might have fallen over. Which didn't bode well for him in his old age.
“Ouch.” Jack looks over at Shen, he's already looking away from the car wreck that was any interaction between the two of you. No one wanted a bar of your relationship problems, but everyone wanted the winning pool of cash that had been piling up since August. “You’re gonna make me do some serious damage control over that, aren't you?”
“Because you aren't doing damage control already?” It was another low blow, but a blow Jack Abbot deserved. He’d been missing in action inside your marriage for far too long. You knew what you deserved. So did he. Something had to give. “Do you have something you wanna talk about, or are you gonna suck the joy out of one of my free time too?” You hissed. It was like venom against Jack's skin.
There are a lot of complex things and nuances that make Jack Abbot, well, Jack Abbot. Ex-Military trauma surgeon turned Pittsburgh Emergency room attending physician. He carried a lot of weight on his shoulders. Night often scares him. So much so, he prefers to work the night shift.
Love never came easy. It was hard to love when you didn't know how to. It's made even more perplexing when you believe you aren't worthy of love. Jack was that classic, rugged, ‘I’m fine, it's everyone else who has a problem.’ He never knew how to ask for help when he needed it.
But through all the therapy, through all the work he’s done to get back to a place where he could have you in his life again, he was still scared to admit you scared the ever living crap put of him. It was your eyes. They were the entrance to the soul.
Seeing what Jack had done to your soul. How he watched the light fade from your normally bright, bubbly personality. He hated himself for killing a part of you that just wanted to love him. A part that still loved him. A part that entertained his gestures in a way that still made him work for you, every day.
“I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to get breakfast with me sometime soon?” He said nervously. You knew asking that would have been something he was thinking about doing for his entire shift.
“Define soon?” You couldn't say no straight away. You also couldn't laugh at how silly this was. Jack was still your husband at the end of the day. By law. On paper. In any court of law. Jack Abbot was your husband…Yet here the two of you were. You’d let your marriage crumble into a wasteland of hopes of dreams.
“When you get off?” Jack added quickly. He shrugged it off nonchalantly like it was just another day for him. Like his heart wasn't beating inside his chest cavity. If you took his blood pressure right now? He’d be heading right for cardiac arrest.
“You’re asking me, your ex-wife, out for breakfast?” You were starting to forget what you were doing on the screen before you. You had been writing up some patient notes. Now? You were just pressing the ‘P’ button over and over again.
“Would you rather me ask one of the residents?” Jack teased. He knew that would get you going. Put a little heat under your seat. Even though you were standing.
“You wouldn't do that, the residents don't like you, and they would probably say no too.” For a split second, Jack’s heart sank. You were turning him down. You were really over him. Maybe divorce was on the cards? Maybe you were ready to move on from him and his inability to express his love and thankfulness.
“Is that your way of turning me down?” Jack asked softly, like he was begging you not to. It was a different octave than you were used to. There was a worry evident in his tone. An expression of sadness was written in the lines on his face. Suddenly? Jack wasn’t feeling all too confident about this date idea Robby had put in his head at changeover last night.
You let him sit in it a bit. Tried to make Jack squirm under his own company. Then, over the left shoulder of your ex-husband, you saw Dr. Ellis…
“Fuck him!” She mouthed. It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“Suppose we get breakfast,” You entertained the idea for a split second. You finally paused what you were doing as you turned into Jack. The two of you were probably standing a little too close for two people who didn't even live together right now. “Then what? Do I end up back at your apartment?”
Jack caught the subtle glint in your eye. Were you flirting with him? Or was he reading into this too much? Did you just say yes to breakfast? Or were you patronising him?
“Only if you can stand to be around me for more than twenty minutes.” He replied. Looking down at you as he raised his chin slightly. The pink scrubs did look fucking good on you. But Jack had an idea, perhaps they would look better on the floor in the bathroom?
“Last time I checked, you only needed five.” You smiled wickedly. It felt good. This felt good. But you still had your walls up. You weren’t stupid…
“Now, who's flirting with who?” Jack raised his eyebrows in shock. This was new. This was good. This was more like it. You actually gave him the time of day.
“What can I say, old and deprate and slightly geriatric, looks good on you.”
#jack abott#jack abbot#jack abbot fanfiction#jack abbot fluff#jack abbot imagine#jack abbot fanfic#the pitt fanfiction#the pitt x reader
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peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers headcanons
tom!peter parker and fem!reader living together post high school (i really only used fem language in the last hc, the rest can be read however!)
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you and peter moving into an apartment together during college at mit and becoming a thousand times closer than you were before, if that's even possible
your apartment would constantly be scattered with notes and textbooks from your late night study sessions, the air often filled with laughter at 3am when you're both nearly delusional from the lack of sleep
peter would be in and out at odd hours for his nightly patrols, and you always keep the window in the living room unlocked for him so he didn't wake you up pounding on the window to be let in at the ass crack of dawn (not that you found out from experience or anything...)
while he would try not to wake you, you'd grown to be a light sleeper, knowing most nights he would need help patching himself up. he would beg you to go back to bed, but you wouldn't have it, grabbing the sewing kit and helping him clean up
as shy as he is, I think we forget all too often how SASSY this man is, and he would get comfortable enough with you to snap back
"peter, holy shit you're bleeding!" "oh, is that what the red stuff is? really?"
peter isn't the cleanest roommate, but you never seem to mind picking up after him, knowing he's quite literally too focused on saving the lives of others. it also gave you an excuse to steal a sweatshirt now and then while picking up
speaking of, the first time peter came home from patrol and found you asleep on the couch in his sweatshirt, he nearly combusted
that night changed a lot of things in peter, seeing you in his clothes bringing his childhood crush on you out at an insane rate he just couldn't seem to bury anymore
peter can't cook to save his life, having had aunt may to take care of him up until moving in with you. you, on the other hand, loved to cook, especially for him. he would come home from class to find the apartment filled with the most heavenly scents, and all his stress would just disappear
the two of you would have routine movie nights, decking the living room out with a homemade fort and every single pillow/blanket you two owned. more often than not, you let peter pick what to watch, not able to resist the look of pure joy on his face as he queued up yet another star wars movie
these movie nights led to feelings beginning to fester in you as well, as halfway through, peter would be dead asleep and curled up into your side. sometimes he would fall asleep with his head in your lap as you played with his soft curls, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else. you knew how hard he worked for everyone all the time, and being able to see his face in such a state of peace made your heart flutter (especially whenever he groaned at your touch in his sleep)
after about six months of living together, the vibes are genuinely unreadable. the lines between friends and more are wildly blurry, but neither of you would know how to say something, too happy in the bliss you were creating to mess it up by admitting your feelings (because what if they aren't reciprated? both dumbasses asked themselves while wrapped in each others arms on the couch)
tony, who comes to the apartment one day looking for peter, only to then see you walk into the room mid-conversation and establish the entire relationship for you
"oh, is this the girlfriend, kid?" "oh she's not, i mean we're not, i don't like, she's just my... roommate--" "I'm just your roommate?" "no! i mean, of course not, i just, we haven't, i mean i didn't-" "seems like this is a conversation i don't want to be here for. give me a ring after you're done with the misses, mkay?"
#spiderman headcanon#tom holland spiderman#tom holland imagine#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker#tony stark#avenger peter parker#peter parker fanfiction#marvel#mcu#tasm peter parker#tasm!peter x reader#tasm spiderman#the amazing spiderman#tasm!peter x you#spider man#spiderman comics#spidey#peter parker headcanon#Peter parker roommate
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chenle x fem! reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ peek : voice caught in your throat as you felt him dragging down the dress zipper by his mouth. “I'll make it quick." 。° warnings : swear words, unprotected sex, light degradation, edging, orgasms, dirty talk, use of names !! mdni ¡¡ ꒱
Tapping of the leather of the sofa, your eyes flickered towards the door knob as it began to twist.
In came your husband. His hand automatically pushing his hair back, other hand carrying a cup of coffee before he pushed the door behind him close by leaning on it. A sigh left his mouth and his vision landed on you.
His eyes lit up before darkening as his gaze trailed down your body. “You’re here?” He asked, voice breathless, setting down his coffee.
“Well you asked for me, didn’t you?” You exhaled before getting up as you walked over, hands immediately fixing his tie. “Yeah.” Chenle said, looking at your new dress that hugged your body way too good.
“Chenle, seriously, how could you forget those files?”
“Well, at least I get to see my wife, don’t I?” He cracked a grin causing you to throw your head back in frustration, a small laugh escaping your lips nevertheless, “Thank god you own the company so you’re not getting in trouble. What am I gonna do with you?”
Detaching your fingers from his tie, you walked around turning away from him, looking at the documents on his table, making sure they were the right ones for the upteenth time.
“Well for starters,” Chenle walked over, hands in pockets and his coral hair shining under the sunlight leaking through the blinds in his office. His figure right behind yours that slightly leaned against the table.
“You can be a good girl while I backshot right into you.” He whispered, his voice hitting your nape as you snorted, “The fuck?” Your attention diverting towards his hands that had started to travel from your sides to your thighs from behind.
Sending a warning glare towards him from the side you kept your hands over his, “Your meeting literally starts in 30 minutes by the way and we’re in your offi-”
Voice caught in your throat as you felt him dragging down the dress zipper by his mouth. “C-Chenle.” You said, trying to appear as stern as possible.
“I’ll make it quick.” He mumbled as his hands grabbed yours situating them over his belt. As if you already know what to do, your fingers already started unbuckling.
“Chenle we shouldn’t,” You breathed out as he rotated your hips, turning you around, “We shouldn't.” He nodded before tilting his head, smashing his lips, mouth all over yours.
Mouths moving fast and rhythmically against each others as your hands landed on his chest, “We should stop…”
“Totally.” He said before latching his mouth to your neck as the both of your hands landed on the table for support. His hand gripping your waist and the other dragging your zip completely down. The way his mouth sucked everywhere, leaving kisses and the way his tongue knew just how to turn you on. You could already feel yourself getting wet.
He was one of the most stubborn man you knew.
And before you know it, You were turned around again, against the table this time.
Feeling the air hit your bare back and bottom, you hissed. “Chenle, not here.” So intoxicated by him, you didn’t even when he unzipped himself and got his dick out.
“As you say.” He said and there it was. His cock entering you from behind as you held your breath, eyes shut and eyebrows pulled together. Though you couldn’t see him you know damn well how hard and throbbing his pale, pink dick must've been. “Couldn’t even hold back for a few minutes, could you?” You got out through your gritted teeth, head against the glass table.
“I didn’t even get this dick moving yet so fucking wet, aren't you?” He snapped back. The cockiness almost making you let a curse you before you felt him plunge into you. A loud moan left your lips before you slapped your palm to the mouth.
“Be a little quiet if you don’t want the entire management team to press their ears against the doors.” He said before gripping your sides, moving faster.
Body shaking with every thrust and you felt your knees get weaker. You struggled to keep your balance, your palms slipping slightly on the glass surface. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it harder to stay silent.
Chenle leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being fucked where anyone could walk in at any moment.”
You bit your lip, trying to stifle another moan. “Yes,” you whispered, barely audible.
He chuckled darkly, his pace quickening. “Good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”
The way his cock, now coated with your fluids slid in and out, The pace making you see stars. He stretched you out so good, the position was too good, The feeling of him hitting each and every spot- it was all too good. Your grip tightened on the table as you felt the pressure building inside you. The risk, the thrill, it was all too much. You were close, so close.
“Sir?” A knock was heard from outside as your eyes widened. It were almost like a glass shattering inside your head as you came back to your senses.
Pushing him out of you, you quickly got up, zipping your dress back.
Chenle cursed loudly before composing himself, “Yes?” He said, loud enough for his secretary to hear from the outside.
“Sorry to interrupt you sir, I’ve come to remind you that the meeting starts roughly in 5 minutes.”
Your hands flew to your mouth, ears turned red as chenle rolled his eyes, annoyance visible in his tone “Yeah, you might as well leave now.”
“Fuck, the entire building is gonna find out” You screeched into your palms in distress as chenle groaned.
“That fucker donghyuck, I was about to hit it!” He exclaimed dramatically, “Let’s see how long his nosy ass lasts in my comp-”
“Chenle, zip yourself!” You gasped as your hands flew to his crotch, tucking his hanging load back in as you let out a bewildered laugh,
“Baby, should I cancel it?” He whined into your ears, hands around your hips.
You gasped again, turning him around as you pushed him by the butt towards the door, “You better get your ass into that meeting now!”
He laughed loudly, way too loudly, getting out the door as he winked your way, mouthing ‘wait till we get home.’ before he shut the door close while you chuckled to yourself.
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Chenle didn't play when he meant wait till we get home.
The way he was devouring you wasn't helping. His tongue diving into every crease of yours only fueled to your high. the way his hot mouth sucked on your core as if he were some starved ass animal, the way his eyes occasionally looked up at yours just to admire that pretty face of yours, all fucked up and out of it just because of him.
Your thighs tense and red in contrast to his pale hand gripping your legs to keep you wide open. Trails of moans leaving your mouth as he finally found your spot, teasing you with it.
"C-Chenle please oh.." You got out, fluttering your eyes open as you looked at your man below.
"Please what, baby?" He asked lowly, his breath hitting your open core. The sensation only making you squirm as you frowned. Chenle tutted before dragging his thumb along your slit, testing your patience.
You almost cried out, wanting him so bad. "Oh, please fuck me chenle fuc- OH FUCK" a squeal left your lips when you felt him suck on your sweet spot. His tongue and lips absolutely wrecking you. your eyes rolled way back your head and the grip of your hands over the sheets intensified.
"Just l-like that" You encouraged, tangling your fingers through his pink hair guiding him into yourself as he increased the friction without a complaint. His tongue moving in circles around the spot as you felt yourself get light headed almost. The feeling of it lighting up a fire in your stomach as you felt it coming. "Baby, I'm gonna- gonna cum" Were your last words before you burst and chenle watched you drip.
"So pretty, my baby." He murmured as he grabbed your hands, kissing the knuckle top.
Too fucked out too even process him on top of you until you felt his lips on yours. Reciprocating the kiss back, you felt his dick tease at your entrance.
your hands that gripped the couch transferred over to his hair as you groaned into his mouth, wanting more.
You had taken one step into the house and chenle had already locked the door, flung the curtains close and pinned you over to the couch right away before tearing your dress off you. God forbid you breathe peacefully one night even, your pussy had not known peace since you married this man. This man, also the love of your life.
"Oh fuck, you're gonna take me in baby?" Chenle asked against your mouth as your head dipped further against the armrest, frowning as you hummed in response.
His dick, hard and solid from replaying the picture of you bent over all meeting long, slid inside you as your mouth fell agape, at a loss of words. Not even given enough time to process and your legs were over his shoulder. His hands gripping your thighs as your legs thrown over him were already shaking.
"chen- oh fuck" was all you could get out when your husband started moving. No warning, no cockwarming nothing but straight up bang bang bang into that pussy.
Your cursed into air as his slams grew relentless. Each thrust sending a shock in your body as the moment felt way too good to be true. your nails dug into the couch as your body jolted up and down with his thrusts.
The sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. You moaned as you felt him hit a certain spot. Chenle slowed down, a smirk fixed on his face as the grip on your thighs never left, "Oh is that your spot baby?"
Too fucked out to even hold an ounce of shame you moaned loudly as his tip dragged across the particular area, slow and torturing. "Chenle please.." You whispered out, wanting him more than ever. He raised his brows slightly, "Words, baby." He loved, absolutely loved the sight of you fucked out, contrasting from the character you were on a daily basis. Always as egoistic as him and Collected, but under the influence of his dick you turned nothing but his whore.
"Chenle please fuck me, I need to feel you deep inside me ple...- oh."
The sight was driving him crazy. Your hair messy, face flushed and eyes closed, brows pulled to a frown, lips caged by your teeth holding back the shameful lewd noises you wanted to moan out loud to let the whole city know how good this cock was, sweat covering your body, tits bouncing slightly and nipples hard as he thrusted slow into your tight cunt, full of your juices that leaked out whenever he moved back.
"Fucking hell" He groaned as he pulled out, gaze glued to your pussy, swollen, puffy and wet- wet would be an understatement, flooded actually. His attention quickly catching up to the stringy whines leaving your mouth.
Wasting no time, He gripped your inner thighs with force as he rammed his cock back. The feeling already awakening the rippling sensation in your stomach again as your hooked your ankles from the behind oh his neck, bringing your cores closer as chenle grunted. Your moans breathless loud and pitched than before with thighs thunderously shaking under his palms gave chenle the signal he needed.
He slipped on of his hands below, over the connection of your bodies, immediately pressing his thumb over your bud as you choked on your own moan. gasping loudly as you moaned his name over and over again.
His sloppy girthy dick plumbing into you along with the added stimulation of his fingers over your clit, rubbing in circles harshly made you lose your mind almost. The moans of your both bouncing off the walls as chenle practically thrashed you against the couch.
You didn't even know the couch could shake until today.
"Fuck, fuck fuck, I'm gonna.." You trailed off, attention diverted towards the wave of pleasure of your high washing over you as you arched your back to a maximum against the leather. Your slick flowing out of your hole over his dick making a mess. Chenle never stopped his dick, nor his fingers, pumping you over and over again as his grunts began frequently.
"C-chenle" you whimpered out, pussy already swollen, drenched and overstimulated. Yet the beast on top of you wouldn't budge a bit.
"Fuck I'm gonna fill your pussy up, I'm gonna have my load all over you, sit up." Nodding out of your daze, you slowly rose up, moving your thighs off his shoulders as chenle continued to fuck you. The way he had been pounding this dick into you since the past three hours, you just know you were bedridden for the week.
Giving final jerks into you, he moaned out as he flooded you. The warmth filling you from the inside as you felt complete. when your hole was leaking to the brim, he pulled out. Bringing his dick to your face as he fisted the remaining of his liquids out. His cum decorating your face, dripping off your chin right onto your nipple.
The sight so fucking unreal he thought he could come over again just by looking. "fuck baby" he breathed out before getting off the top of you, his palms over your knees as he spread you out. Your legs opened as he got a view of your core.
Almost as if he were beyond stunned he let his eyes rake over the sight. pussy still tight, bright, throbbing. fully swollen and coated with your slick. Your entrance oozing out his cum, white liquid dripping down, he was gonna go insane. As if hypnotized, he got his finger out, gathering and stuffing his seed back into you.
"Oh hell no, stop it" you groaned into your palms, feeling your conscious and shame take over. Chenle rose to his feet, fingers still burried deep in you, coating your walls white with his fingers, "Baby, can you take one mor-"
His sentence cut short before you detached yourself, thrashing a pillow over his face suffocating him almost as the poor guy below raised his hands by the side in defense.
With a huff, you got up already making your way to the bathroom with your wobbly legs as chenle pulled the pillow off, letting his laughter die down, "Baby wait, you can't walk I need to help you."
His arm extended out grabbing a towel as he quickly followed behind, "I heard if you fuck an even number of times, the universe grants you a long life so we might need to make that nine rounds a ten lets shower se-"
"ZHONG CHENLE!"
an original iceonneo work.
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Alright, time for my mandatory Wellness Check, sigh...let’s get this over with.
The door opens
"You’re late, you know the deal. You can do the Class-A cuddles for another day of independence, or you can attempt the Class-C cuddles for three."
Here in Affini Civiliz-...Compact, no one chooses to Class-C for independence. It’s better to be safe and do the Class-A cuddles for one day, rather than risk your entire life for just a few days more. "I...feojnbgofommmmmmrrrmph. O-okay, I did it, Miss."
"Good flower~. Now tomorrow, you better not be late, or you’ll be getting both as punishment."
"Yes Miss, sorry, I won’t be late next time."
In here, us independents only get drugged up cuddles once a day. One five minute cuddle is just enough to get you to the next day. But that’s the life in the Affini Compact. If you want to survive, you have to cuddle. Every Independent Noob has the same goal, and that’s to make an escape from the Compact where all the Free Terran Pros live, except most Free Terran Pros are born out in the wild.
If you’re an Independent Noob, there’s only one way out, and that is through the Temple of Cuddles. The Temple of Cuddles is the only structure in the ship that gives sophonts a ship to leave. To make it up, you have to do an impossibly hard drugged cuddle session that no Independent Noob has ever completed, and that's assuming you even get the chance to complete the course. The inside of the temple is protected by a barrier, and the only way an Independent Noob gets past the barrier is if they’ve earned a ticket. I’ve never even tried getting a ticket before, but if I’m going to rank up to a Free Terran Pro one day, I’m going to have to.
In my neighborhood, pretty much everyone has fallen into hedonism and florted, except for the guy who lives right next to me. He’s been my neighbor for five years!
neighbor attempts the Class-C for the three days and collapses into Miss's vines immediately, starts calling her Mommy and reveals she is a trans woman; vine boom
NO! WHY DID SHE TRY GOING FOR THE THREE DAYS!?!?!? Well, I guess I have to change my statement; I now live in this neighborhood alone. In the Affini Compact, only Free Terran Pros are allowed to break rules and engage in capitalism. For Independent Noobs, it’s strictly prohibited, and unfortunately, I found that out the hard way. A while ago, I was searching around and I somehow stumbled upon a Terran Accord Credit. No one has seen a Credit in years, since currency don’t exist in the Affini Compact, so I had to try to take it.
“Stop right now!”
Oh no, I’m done for.
"You really thought you could take that without me noticing? What, were you going to try to trade that for goods and services?"
"No, Ma'am, I didn’t try to take it. I just thought it would be super rare and I wanted to collect it."
"Stop talking, give me ten minutes of Class-A and Class-W cuddles now."
"Ten minutes of cuddles!? Okay, sorry Mis-aroo. Ruff ruff yip bark!"
"You know what? You keep monologuing when you think we aren't listening~ let’s make it fifteen."
"A-aroo?...arf...."
"You know what? Now let’s make it twenty minutes in a row. And you have to do it while wearing this floretwear, petal."
Ah, a...a p-pretty, comfy dress?? Come on.
does 'his' punishment.
In the Affini Compact, it should be no surprise that all 'punishments' were just more forms of love and affection, and that was the last time I ever tried doing a capitalism.
"You’re lucky you got off easy. Don’t forget, you’re at the bottom, so follow the rules. Also, schedule a meeting with your Vet for some Class-G's, sweetie."
It’s safe to say that if you’re an Independent in the Affini Compact, it’s not exactly the-
sound of door thudding, splintering
What was that?
CRASH
"Petaaaaaal~ Remember me? Your Hab AI told me you were monologuing to empty space again, and I'm afraid the clip it sent me was so adorable that I just had to come and see. Here, come try this collar on for me..."
...Oh no.
#human domestication guide#hdg#dirtposting#I'm so sorry#Jk#no im not#please understand this is not an accurate representation of HDG#Its just a shitpost I swear
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