#i'll be honest i'm just posting this to get it out of my drafts & lower the amount of townie makeovers i have saved :[

[kazuaru]

Big Copperdale Townie Makeover.

[atzaurora]

급격한 복통-𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔

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ᥴᥲrᥱ іᥒ 𝗍һᥱ ᥴ᥆m𝖿᥆r𝗍s ᥆𝖿 һ᥆mᥱ

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Yunho

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x idol!yunho

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (fluff)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: group members, good friends, (crushing?)

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: none

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: y/n is on her period and Yunho makes sure to help her out to ease the pain.

𝒘/𝒄: 909

𝒂/𝒏: another small imagine I had in my drafts and felt like posting ^^ enjoy and feel free to request!

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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The day had started like any other for Y/N, but soon a familiar ache settled in her lower abdomen, signaling the arrival of her period. She tried to push through the discomfort, but the cramps became more insistent, and she knew she needed to take a break. As the ninth member of Ateez, she didn't want to seem weak or burden the others, but the pain was becoming too much to ignore.

Yunho, ever perceptive and caring, noticed her discomfort. During a break from practice, he approached her with a gentle smile.

"Y/N, you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

She hesitated but decided to be honest. "It's just... cramps. I think I need to lie down for a bit."

Yunho nodded understandingly. "Let's get you back to the dorms. You shouldn't push yourself too hard."

Grateful for his support, Y/N allowed Yunho to escort her back to their shared living space. As they entered the dorms, Yunho led her to the couch, helping her get comfortable with a blanket and some pillows.

"Do you need anything? Painkillers, maybe?" he asked, already moving towards the medicine cabinet.

"That would be great," Y/N replied, wincing slightly as another cramp hit.

Yunho returned with the painkillers and a glass of water. "Here you go. I'll be right back; I'm going to run to the store to get you some other things."

Before she could protest, Yunho was out the door. She sighed, touched by his thoughtfulness. She took the medicine and curled up on the couch, hoping the pain would subside soon.

At the supermarket, Yunho moved quickly, determined to gather everything Y/N might need. He picked up a heating pad, her favorite snacks, and a variety of teas that were known to help with menstrual discomfort. He also grabbed some extra sanitary products, just in case.

As he approached the pharmacy section, he remembered to get some more painkillers and vitamins. The pharmacist gave him a knowing smile as he asked for recommendations.

"Taking care of someone special?" she asked kindly.

Yunho nodded with a smile. "Yeah, just trying to make sure she has everything she needs."

"That's sweet of you. Here, these should help," she said, handing him a small bag with a few additional items.

Yunho thanked her and hurried to the checkout, eager to get back to Y/N.

Back at the dorm, Y/N was dozing lightly when Yunho returned, arms full of bags. He set everything down and began to unpack.

"Hey, I've got some stuff that might help," he said softly, not wanting to startle her.

Y/N sat up, eyes widening at the sight of all the things Yunho had brought. "Yunho, you didn't have to do all this..."

"Of course I did," he replied with a smile. "You're important to me, Y/N. Now, let's get you feeling better."

He handed her the heating pad, which she gratefully placed on her stomach. Yunho then made her a cup of tea and brought over her favorite snacks. As she sipped the warm tea, she felt the pain start to ease.

"Thank you, Yunho," she said, her voice soft with emotion. "I really appreciate this."

He sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a comforting hug. "Anytime, Y/N. You know we're all here for each other, right?"

She nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging. In the world of K-pop, where every day was filled with challenges and hard work, it was moments like these that made it all worth it. Surrounded by her friends—her family—Y/N knew she could face anything.

As the evening went on, Yunho stayed by her side, watching movies and chatting to keep her distracted from the pain. His presence was a soothing balm, and Y/N felt a deep sense of gratitude and affection for her friend.

For now, she was content, knowing that no matter what, she wasn't alone. And with Yunho by her side, she felt ready to take on the world.

The next few hours passed in a comfortable haze. Yunho's presence, combined with the heating pad and painkillers, worked wonders on Y/N's cramps. They laughed and talked about everything and nothing, the weight of her discomfort slowly lifting.

At some point, the rest of the Ateez members filtered back into the dorm, their practice session finally over. Seonghwa was the first to notice the cozy scene in the living room.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"Better, thanks to Yunho," she said with a small smile.

The other members quickly gathered around, offering their own words of comfort and support. It was moments like these that reminded Y/N just how lucky she was to have such a caring group of friends.

Hongjoong, always the leader, clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's make tonight special for Y/N. Who's up for a movie marathon?"

The idea was met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon everyone was settled in for a night of fun and relaxation. Yunho stayed close to Y/N, making sure she had everything she needed and more.

As the first movie started, Y/N leaned her head on Yunho's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. She knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she could face them with her friends by her side.

And with Yunho, she felt especially safe, knowing that he would always be there to take care of her, no matter what.

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[andthenshesaid-write]

Fathers and Sons Fic #3: Update 1

I thought it was time to do an update about the state of the third (and final) 'Fathers and Sons' fic. If I'm being honest, it hasn't been an easy time, which I wasn't prepared for because the first two fics were very easy to get through. It felt almost like they wrote themselves. That hasn't been the case with this one.

The draft I'm currently working on is actually the second draft. I started writing the first a few days after I posted No Legacy So Rich and worked on it for about a week before I finally acknowledged that it wasn't working. So then I took a couple of weeks off to think it through. After talking about it with a friend, I settled on a new angle to approach it from and I started again on what is now the second draft. I'm pleased to say that this one is coming along much better. As of tonight I have about 13,500 words, which is a lot, but at the same time, I feel like the story is only just getting started. I'm not sure how this progress compares to the second fic, but I know the first in the series was about 14k words at the halfway point. I'm nowhere near that currently so I have no idea how long this story is going to be.

I also don't have a super clear idea of how I'm going to get where I'm going. That in itself isn't unusual because I write using the flashlight method, which means I know largely where I'm going but I don't really know how I'm going to get there. I'm just writing scene by scene. My daily word counts are also lower on average than they were for the previous two fics. For the other two, I was writing between 800 and 1000 words per day, but for this third fic it's more normal for me to do between 500 and 800. That means that, unless I really hit my stride, it's probably going to take me longer to get through this one. I went into this hoping to have the third fic finished and released before the end of Lone Star S5 but I'm now resigned to the fact that that might not happen. There's still a chance, because I saw the other day that the last two episodes are slated to air in 2025, but I'm not holding my breath. I just really want to do the story justice and if that takes more time, it takes more time.

With that slightly disappointing update out of the way, I'll leave you with some info about the third fic.

I've had the idea for this fic since the day after I posted the first one and from that moment, I've referred to it as 'The Jonah Fic', because that's what it is. I wanted to write a trilogy that shifted the attention between each of the people in the Strand-Reyes-Morgan family, and now it's Jonah's turn. The third fic begins ten years after the end of the previous one, so we're reintroduced to Jonah in his teens. Some of his problems are typical for people his age, while others are specific to him, and he's just trying to work his way through it.

I've loved getting to write Jonah in this series. When talking to some friends I always called him the secret sauce of the series and I think that's still true. It's just a bit different seeing the world from his perspective, instead of viewing him through the eyes of TK or Carlos.

I've been in fandoms for a long time so I know that people will probably be disappointed about the shift away from TK, Carlos and Tarlos, and I don't expect Jonah's fic to be as popular as the previous two. Still, I hope that some people will give it a chance and that people who enjoyed the previous installments will come back to see how the story wraps up because it's been a monumental task for me to even get this far and I'm really proud of the story I'm telling.

[falling-drops-of-ichor]

Form self-eval after last night. I'm not up for being entirely clinical so this will be under a readmore.

OH FFS TUMBLR it posted with none of the stuff I added just now in the draft. Ugh.

Shorter.. I'd say something closer to 10-11ft in height at top of head now. At least it's easy to pull down my wardrobe - I updated my enchantments last time I had to resize everything so once I've got my new measurements I can tailor en masse for the most part. Should be able to get it all done within the time of my shift at work tonight!

My face is different - ears fluffier, still four of them but the lower set feels further behind and smaller? I had facial spikes - scaly ridges that rose if touched - but I'm rewiring that out of myself because it's pretty much impossible to display affection if I can't smush my head on people. I think the general structure of my face is more petite as well but I'll need to get out the mirror to confirm that and... well to be honest I'm too lazy to get up right now. All eight eyes are there!

I can hear clacking directly above me, which is my antler decor, which means those still exist. Kind of relieved by that even though they're a pain to grow out each spring.

I am also officially soft now. Additional mass in my chest, less visible muscle definition due to the additional fat. It's comfortable: it's embodied: it's lived in. I was always almost uncanny in my leanness before, I look and feel like a person now.

Tail feels largely the same, still four arms, clawed hands, anthro legs - though I feel more defined paws, more animalistic legs than before. I probably won't stand human-level upright in this shape, but with how long my upper arms still are that will matter very little.

Skeletal wings I've also rewired out entirely: I kept almost stabbing housemates and that's no good. I can't feel their movements & the lack of awareness is too risky.

What I've seen of myself retained the gold, though I'm spotting more red than the original brownish markings.

...

Saved as a draft there and focused on exploration for a bit. I actually have an interesting enmeshed mirror of the human flesh I'm in here - the same hip dips, same patchy happy trail, same "male-type" bony ridge down towards my pubic region (and equally prominent as here),

Yeah, upper hands and feet are both the same paw-hand lanky foot sort of deal.. er, I say lanky but their actually pretty muscular.

[green-aeggs-and-spam]

how do you find inspiration for writing your work?

To be honest, I'm not really the kind of writer who gets a burst of inspiration and then slams out a few thousand words in a single night. I'm in awe of authors who can, but for me a good day is 500 words, and my average is a lot lower. There are a lot of different places for inspiration in the writing process but personally I've found that the actual writing part -- that is, getting words on the page -- is less about inspiration and more about perseverance.

In my experience, inspiration doesn't just appear out of nowhere - you need to give it opportunities to happen rather than just waiting for that mythical spark to suddenly arrive. It's easier to get inspired to write those big story beats that feature in daydreams, but if you're writing linearly then it takes a lot of ordinary but necessary writing to actually get there. An outline is great for plotting out those quieter moments, and writing a little bit every day is the best way to make slow but steady progress through them. Those words will add up, and it gives my brain a chance to get inspired in little ways. Maybe I'll write a few boring lines about a character on their day-to-day routine, and then I'll surge through a paragraph about their feelings towards another character.

I'm also a bit of a perfectionist, and I've spent a lot of time trying to keep myself from getting discouraged if inspiration doesn't arrive or if I'm struggling to word a paragraph or idea. Instead of dwelling on those mistakes, or rewriting a section again and again until it's just right, I focus on making a rough draft of a chapter first and then edit it later. If I'm struggling with word choice, I'll choose a word that's close enough and leave an asterisk as a reminder to myself, or leave a note with some big ideas to fill in ("describe tavern interior - crowded, noisy, cheerful"). It becomes a lot more manageable on a second look, when I've already gotten most of the chapter on the page.

Sorry for the long post, and I hope I didn't completely misinterpret the question!

[byuniieo]

my nerdy princess

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: highschool!au F

word count: 1859 words

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You remember the first day you met Jaemin, It was in the middle of winter in the neighborhood park right after the first snow. You remember his pink cheeks and the beige scarf wrapped around his neck almost swallowing him in its warmth.

You remember when he ran up to you because he liked your red scarf and your Winnie the Pooh coat. He grabbed your gloved hand and dashed with you all around the park.

Maybe you’re quieter, nerdy and a lot more shy than other kids but to him you were his red princess. He gave you that name after he realized how red your cheeks turned when you got shy.

Obviously you got used to him and his unexpected actions. He was the total opposite of you but despite being opposites you guys got along well and shared many interests and had quite a lot of similarities.

Growing up he stayed by your side and you by his. He helped you grow out of your small shell and made you feel accepted and beautiful. Like his actual princess.

You had always helped him when he fell or got hurt, you’d keep him out of trouble and give him cuddles when he was feeling down.

You guys had sleepovers, play dates or lunch. Sometimes he even stayed over for dinner. Sometimes he would just come over to sit down and watch movies with you, and when you were sad he would come over and stay by your side.

In middle school you remember always being asked if Jaemin was your boyfriend. Both your parents joked about it a lot because he was always very protective of you and always wanted to see you but it wasn’t true. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he liked you and you for sure started to question whether you liked him or not.

He would always look for you, even when he had his girlfriends or when he had his bros hanging out with him, he’d always make time for you.

When you entered high school, you started becoming more “nerdy” and spent most of your time in the library studying or just staying there to rest and read a book. Even then he’d go and find you in the library and tease you by calling you “nerd” yet he’d always join you. You would sit at one of the tables to read your book or study while he’s playing video games beside you.

Sometimes he’d even read with you, but he respected your silence nonetheless.

You would go to his sport games, tag along with him to gaming cafes, and sometimes you’d go skating with him. You enjoyed your time with him just as much as he did with you, You liked making time for him and enjoyed spending most of your time with him.

Everything you had was just as much his and vice versa.

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“Na Jaemin!”

“Woah! Would you look at that? I have to go... and hide” Jaemin scratches his head and turns around in an attempt to hide behind his taller classmates in order to be unnoticed by the small raging human stomping his way.

“Nuh-uh.” You reach for his wrist before he can even try to run, turning him around and reaching for his ear you pull him the other way. You heard Jaemin’s friends whistles and howls as you pulled him through the school hallways. Jaemin obviously not liking the attention sent them a glare before flipping them off in the process of being dragged by the ear.

“Y/N, Princess!! You’re hurting me!” You feel his hand wrap around your wrist in an attempt to loosen your hold. His hands are way bigger than yours but he knows his strength and doesn’t apply too much pressure. Neither does he attempt to pull your hand away because let's be honest that’ll just hurt him more.

This is your Na Jaemin. The boy of every girl’s dreams, sadly you’re best friend and walking nightmare. Normally your friendship is full of laughter and bright smiles but Jaemin forgot to finish his part of the project that’s due by the end of the day and there’s no way, absolutely no way you’re gonna let this boy ruin your chances of passing this semester.

“Don’t call me that,” You stop and turn to meet his brown eyes and lower your hand from his ear, “You said you were going to finish your part of the project before class started but no obviously you haven’t.” Folding your arms on your chest you walk ahead of him knowing he’ll follow behind.

“Scientifically we have a couple more hours till due time, so how about we just hang out during the meantime..?” He sends you a sly smile and a playful wink.

You glare at him, “We only have till 9 to finish it and turn it in but your dumb ass didn’t finish one single page of what was needed from you in order to have it as a passing grade.”

Your fast small steps take you closer to the library not far from your school. Classes had just ended but your teacher gave your class extra time to revise and fix any errors and turn it in by 9PM to get it graded and depending on if it was turned in late or incomplete, there will be points docked off.

“Relax, We have time. It’s almost 5.” His hand reaches to ruffle your hair bringing himself to walk ahead of you leading you in the direction of the library.

“Don’t ruffle my hair,” Your hands reach up to pat down your hair as you watch him turn around and flawlessly walk backwards so that you can see him. “You’re gonna fall” Your words come out in a small mumble knowing Jaemin will tease you if he hears you worry for him. Which is exactly what happens.

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you? Did our princess just worry for me?” He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head towards you to meet your gaze.

Abruptly stopping in your tracks, you clutch the straps of your bag and lift your gaze and meet his eyes. There's light dancing in them, colors of mischief and happiness, they're not empty or sad, they're full of colors and shades. Slowly your eyes travel to his eyelashes, his brows, his nose, the apple of his cheeks and slowly but surely his lips. You watch them stretch into a smirk and that's when your eyes snap back to meet his eyes.

“I said I hope you fall” You arm stretches out to push him lightly at his chest, “Hurry lets go you're wasting time”

Walking around him your mind clouded with so many thoughts, ‘Did he see me staring at his lips? Why are they so pretty? Why was I so attracted to him? This shouldn’t be happening’.

You failed to realize he was looking back at you.

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“I'm done!! Can we go now?” He looks up from his laptop rested on the table separating the two of you. He came in view with your sleeping form. Your head rests between your arms, you are flushed cheeks poking through the hair sprawled across your face. Your hands hidden in the depth and warmth of your sleeves, the hood of your hood slightly sliding off the top of your head.

His smile grows wider remembering the nights you guys slept together as children. He’s your childhood friend, Your best friend. The one that held your hand when you were scared, The one that protected you from bullies, and the one who gave you his jackets and hand warmers on winter school days. He packs up his things and gathers up your books and textbooks, placing them back in their places before squatting down beside your chair gently moving your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n.. Wake up, we can go now.” He gently pats your arm, watching you slowly open your eyes he stands up silently waiting for you to wake up from your small sleep.

“What time is it? Did you finish it? Did you turn it in?” You rub your eyes and look up at him while patting your hair down before covering it with your hoodie.

“It's 7. I did finish and yes, I turned it in. That's what you ask me as you wake up?” He raises his eyebrow and shrugs off his jean jacket before swinging his bag over his shoulder. “How about you ask me, ‘Oppa You worked hard, how about we go eat something at the cafe down the street?’” His voice raising a couple octaves higher in an attempt to mimic your voice, he places his jacket on your head before putting his hand on his stomach adding a small pout in the end.

You roll your eyes and pull his jacket over your hoodie while standing up, “I'm not going to call you oppa. Thank you for finishing your part of the project, I'll pay for your food as a thank you and then we're going home, okay?”

As you look up at him you realized you can't get out because where you decided to sit was almost like a booth and your only way to get out was through where Jaemin is currently blocking your way. Unless you go under or over the table but that's besides the point.

“Uh s’cuze me Jaemin. Let me get through so we can get there early.” You look down and start to fiddle with your fingers as you feel his strong gaze on you. “Uhm,. Jaem-”

“How about we make it a date? and I pay for it instead?” He tilts his head and you swear your face couldn’t have gotten any redder than a tomato.

“Huh? Wait, What?” You stumble on your words as you look up from your hands.

“Let me take you out on a date?” He comes closer to you, obviously you in your flustered state steps back.

“A date? Like we go out? Like how we have always done after studying? ” Your head tilts to the side as you curiously watch his next move while subtly moving backwards.

“Yeah but instead you come as my girlfriend” He reaches for your hand and pulls you out of your seat.

“Aye Na Jaemin if you’re messing with me i’m gonna tell auntie that you’re being a bully” You glare up at him and slap his chest with your other hand.

“No! I'm being serious! Be mine. My princess.” He grabs your other hand on his chest and holds it in place. “Only mine”

He leans down meeting your lips, softly applying pressure on your lips, slowly dancing along with his own. His hands moving your hands up over his shoulders and his own arms feeling their way down to your waist.

The sunset making its way through the squared windows giving the library a glow of an orange hue. Sun rays cascading down on the rows of bookshelves and the desks. Everything looks and feels so ethereal and angelic.

With him you’re safe. Your Na Jaemin.

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a/n: sorry it took me so long to post it was saved in our drafts for the longest of times, im just the queen of procrastination and think my work is absolute garbage and have low self esteem.

n e ways i hope y’all liked/enjoyed it >.<  

expect more (but not soon bc i procrastinate) luv ya’ll

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[rogue-barnes-16]

HOLD STILL

Summary: While in a dangerous mission, the comms stop working, which makes Natasha unable to contact her teammate when she got injured.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff-ish

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language, wounds

A/N: this is number five, the number of the drafts you picked in third place. Basically, this author note is for telling you that I got the idea from this post, and that if you guys want me to do more wlw fics, let me know in a comment. I'm not really asking for requests bc I got a fair amount waiting for me to write them, but you can write down a pairing you want me to write about. Love you guys <3.

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I burst into the safe house we had agreed on meeting in, just in case shit went south and we had no choice but split up.

Damn our luck, that's exactly what happened.

When I thought the situation couldn't get worse, it did, because no matter how hard I tried for my comm to work, it wouldn't cooperate.

Maybe it wasn't my comm, maybe it was Natasha's. Maybe she was just out of range, taking the long way. Either ways, I had no way to make sure she was okay.

I reassured myself repeating in my head that it was Natasha Romanoff who I was talking about, it was the Black Widow. She was a skilled spy and assassin, she was a perfect liar.

She was okay.

She had to be okay.

I sat in the only bed inside the cabin, the top of my tactic gear off, with my gun besides me. I was waiting for Nat to cross that door in front of me, because I knew she was alright, but I needed to see it.

Thousands of dark thoughts invaded my mind, taking the place of the hopes I had been having for a few minutes already, really dark thoughts.

Because I had left without her, and if something happened to her, it was on me, because I had left her.

And if something had happened to her, if something had happened to Natasha, then I would lose my mind, because even if I refused to say it, even if I refused to talk about it with anyone, she had, at some point, became the light I didn't know I needed.

No, nothing happened to her, that wouldn't be fair, not after all she went through, not after all I went through.

It was just not fair, and that's the reason I realized something had happened to her. No one was fair for us.

My awful, depressing train of thought was broken by the sound of rushed steps towards the safe house's door. I stood up, grabbed my gun, and took a step forward waiting for whoever it was.

The door flung open to let my eyes see the redhead I had been thinking about. The redhead that was now pressing the side of her abdomen, leaning against the door frame.

She let out a shaky sigh of relief once had glanced at me, and muttered a quiet 'you're okay' with her eyes shut.

The hand that had been aiming the gun at the door fell limply to my side after I processed it was her. It took me a hot second to acknowledge the reason for her position.

"Nat..."

"Yeah..." she mumbled, pressing the wound harder before attempting to step in my direction, which was a pretty bad idea since, if I hadn't had good reflexes, she would have fallen. "fuck!"

"I got you" I whispered, passing her arm over my shoulders to help her get to the bed. "can you take off your suit?" she nodded with her eyes closed "okay, I'll go to see what's on the first aid kit."

"you got hurt?" she asked from the bed, her voice sounding strained due to the pain the wound was causing her.

"No, I'm just fine" I dismissively replied, not really lying. A few bad bruises couldn't be compared to what had happened to her.

I came back to the bed with the supplies I could find to take care of her wound, and she had upper half of her catsuit off, which left her in her black bra.

I looked away as fast as I could.

"okay, let's fix this." I kneeled before her to have a clear view of the wound, which, to my surprise, was caused by a knife and not by a gun.

"how does it look?" she asked, struggling not to press her hand against it. When she seemed like giving in, I took one of my hands to her wrist to hold it away from the wound. "be honest."

"It... doesn't look good." I confessed, letting go of her hand to reach for a cloth I had wet to clean around the wound. "but it doesn't look that bad I promise."

"I believe you." she replied, shifting her position slightly for me to have a better access to the wound.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out, not daring to look up at her, since I knew she was already looking at me. "should've waited for you."

"I'm glad you left." her answer was confusing at the same time as reassuring. "You're safe and that's all that matters."

I stopped moving the moment those last words left her mouth.

She noticed.

"you got the intel." she clarified. "that's all that matters." I nodded, somehow disappointed at her explanation.

"Good news" I announced, passing the wet cloth over her wound as gently and slowly as I could. "It almost stopped bleeding by itself." she whispered an 'okay'.

"did you find something to clean the wound?" I looked up at her with warnings eyes before reaching for a bottle of alcohol I had fought under the first aid kit. "oh boy. This is going to hurt."

I didn't even bother on trying to deny it, because it was just so obvious. "just take a deep breath and tell me if it's too much." she replied with a couple of quick nods, already tensed and waiting for the cloth now soaked in alcohol to reach her skin.

Her breath hitched the moment the the alcohol made contact with her wound, and even though she tried not to move, she ended up trying to move away involuntarily.

I rapidly retreated the cloth and lifted my gaze to check on her.

Natasha's green eyes stayed shut for a second, while she took a deep, shaky breath. "Nat?"

"I'm okay." she whispered, gripping the bedsheets. "keep going, I'm fine." the redhead assured me, with her eyes now open.

I pursed my lips in a thin line, my eyebrows frowned with worry. "alright... I'll try to be quick. Why don't you try to lay down?" she gave me a brief nod and I helped her recline on the matress in a way that she still was able to make eye contact with me. "just... Hold still."

Her hand was right besides mine, and I tried to focus on the wound instead of looking at the strength with which she fisted the sheets, her muscles tensed.

The cloth came back to the wound, and this time, I didn't stop when I heard Natasha's breath hitched, nor when ragged pants started to leave her lips against her will.

No, I didn't stop, just because I didn't want her to keep hurting for long, and in order to accomplish that I had to finish quick.

Only when her fingers wrapped around my wrist to pull it away from her wound, only when she sat up way too fast, I stopped.

"wait, please." she blurted out, with her limbs shaking.

"I'm sorry." I whispered apologetically. "I really gotta finish. Just hold still for a second okay?" She nodded again, taking a deep breath after muttering a 'fuck'. "Lay down, baby."

Oh gosh.

I had not just called Natasha Romanoff baby.

I had not just pet named the woman I loved.

We stayed there in silence for an instant too long for my liking, in which Natasha's pupils dug into mines and her hand fell from my wrist as if she was scared of what I could have meant.

But her fear almost looked like hope.

"I- Y/n-"

"Natasha" I called her name with my cheeks burning, returning my attention to the wound, which looked way better already. "Lay down"

She complied in silence, and this time her eyes were fixed on the ceiling instead of in me.

I tried to forget what had just happened, for me, and for her, and I finished cleaning the wound and proceeded to patch it up.

At first I didn't notice, but Natasha's long, thin fingers, slowly approached my hand until they were lazily intertwined with mines.

I tried to ignore it at first, but I couldn't help but to hold her hand.

"I need you to sit up for a second."

I turned around to grab the bandages and came back to my original position, just to see her already sat.

Without a single word, I kneeled on the bed and made her lift her arms for me to bandage her wound. "okay" I spoke with my hands behind her, passing the bandage from her back to her front. "you can put them down again."

Both of her hands landed on my cheeks, and I saw that fear which had been in her eyes just a couple of seconds ago, that same fear that almost looked like hope.

"Y/n" the way she whispered my name made my cheeks blush and my heart to pound against my chest.

"Nat" licking her lips, she passed her thumbs over my jaw. "think about it." I warned her, looking for any kind of hesitancy hidden somewhere in her gaze.

She quickly shook her head no. "not this time."

"Natasha—"

Her lips ghosted over mines, not really kissing them.

She was waiting for me to agree on this.

I closed the gap, taking my hand to the back of her neck while our lips danced against one another's.

Her hands left my cheeks to travel to my chest, briefly massaging my breasts and making me pant before going for the hem of the tank top, lifting it in an attempt to get it off me.

My the hand that had been on her neck as an extra support for her traveled up to her red waves, tangling it's fingers with them before giving her a gentle tug that teared a muffled moan out of her.

I didn't quite know which movement was, but it made her gasp quite loud, due to the pain that it had triggered.

It was then that I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. "can't do this right now. You gotta rest."

Her pupils, now blown, observed me for a second, thinking if my order was the best option.

"Natasha."

"No"

"No what?"

She chewed her lower lip, hesitant about her answer. "nothing."

While I helped her lay down, I realized what she had meant with 'no'.

I pulled away from her face a few strands of her before pecking her lips. "rest baby."

Her hand pulled me to the bed with her and, as soon as I lay down, she gave me a sweet kiss.

[castielearmy]

Mission nightmare initiate ☆ 50 dollar baby part 2 ☆

 Links: Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff (I guess)

Warnings: little bit of swearing

Word count: 1.1k +

A/n ~ Sooo I made the whole post and saved it into drafts but tumblr decided not to save it 🤔 but yeah here it is. Alsooo there are actually gonna be 3 parts because part 2 was too long so I had to separate it into two, I'll be posting part 3 tomorrow so stay tuned. Hope you enjoy this part! 😊

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It's been a week since the party. Which gave her plenty of time to think about the incident. She was hurt. They dated for only a month but it felt like longer to her. He seemed like a perfect guy as cliché as it sounds. Love just happens I guess.

"How much?!", her friend asked in complete shock, jaw dropping wide open.

"50", she said calmly while picking the whip cream on her dessert with a spoon.

"Hundred? Thousand?", her friend was trying to guess the number, wanting to make sure she heard right.

"Just 50", she said emotioneless.

"50 bucks?! He sold you for 50 bucks?! Who does he think you are?! A street striper?!", her friend was beyond angry, talking with a higher tone and moving her hands in the air while other people on the terrace of the cafe looked at her like she was a maniac.

And she was. They were both maniacs in their own ways. Perhaps that's why they worked so well ever since their childhood. They had each others backs, like real friends should.

"Calm down bitch. It's not the end of the world", Y/n calmed her friend down.

"So what are you gonna do now?", her friend sat back down from her slightly raised position and put her hands on her lap politely.

"I'm gonna get back together with him", Y/n picked up a strawberry from her small plate and ate it.

"Ooh, so mission nightmare initiate", her friend picked up her iced coffee and took a sip, "I like how you think", she pointed her straw towards Y/n and smirked evilishly.

"Of course you do", Y/n smiled at her friend before they clinked their plastic cups with coffee.

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He was waiting for her at the promised spot. A hill that looked over the whole city they lived in. It was peaceful up there. A place they would both go to when they wanted to have deep conversations or get some things off of their chests. He had his arms crossed over his chest because it was a little chilly, his foot constantly tapping on the hard ground beneath him and his teeth biting his lower lip agressively. To say that he was nervous was an understatement. He was freaking out. He was about to pour his heart out to the girl he fell for on accident. And even though she probably hated him for what he did, he still wanted her to know how much she meant to him. He loved her.

Car lights and a quiet sound of engine woke him up from his thoughts. She parked her black '67 Chevy Impala (if you get this inside joke then I love you) next to his blue Hyundai kona. Yes, they were quite different when it came to style but opposites attract right?

"I thought you weren't gonna come", he stated as she got out of the car. After all it was him who texted her to meet up, which was exactly what she wanted.

"Then why did you come?", she asked coldly. She had ripped short shorts that complimented her thighs and perfectly shaped her ass, a white v collar t-shirt that revealed little bit of her boobs and a red flannel that was originally tied around her hips but was now on her to keep her warm from the chilly summer breeze.

"I still had hope you would show up", he said as she slammed her car door and started walking towards him slowly.

"What do you want?", she ignored his heartfelt comment and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I want you to listen to me. You don't have to say or do anything, just listen to what I have to say", he had a lot of regret in his eyes.

"You have 60 seconds"

"Okay, I know I hurt you", he started and she scoffed while rolling her eyes, "and I hate myself for doing that. Yeah, I dated you for a stupid bet and it was supposed to be a bet until the end but... something happened along the way. The month that we spent together made me feel something I wasn't expecting", he made a small pause. Like he was trying not to... cry?

"It made me happy", his heart skipped a beat, "I never felt happier in my life and... you were the reason of my happiness. I'm so sorry... ", he looked at the ground and let his arms fall down from his chest.

Silence. It took over the atmosfere around small hill they were on. He stared at the ground and she stared at him. Being very good with reading people, she was studying his expression, body movements, anything and everything. What she found surprised her. It was remorse written all over him.

》Wow. He was really that dumb and fell for me. It almost makes me wanna forgive him《, she thought to herself.

"Okay well", she inhaled loudly and he looked up at her with anticipation in his eyes, "your 60 seconds passed so I'ma get going", she turned around and started walking to her car.

》3... 2... 1《, she counted in her mind.

"I love you!", he blurted out to what her heart skipped a beat. This was not part of the plan. In a month of them dating they never said the 3 words to each other. Regardless of that she can't give in.

She put on her shocked face which wasn't that hard because she party already felt like that, "What?"

"You heard me. Y/n L/n I love you!", he started walking towards her, "I'm so sorry that I hurt you, I was stupid and careless and an asshole and I'm so sorry but please. I need you. I love you", he was now holding her hands, completely close to her.

She was confused to this point. She knew that she fell for him but she didn't expect him to be head over heels for her. She almost wanted to forgive him and forget everything but now it was too late. He used her and just the fact that he did, beats every chance of them ever being together again in her head.

They stared into each other. She could see fear in his eyes. After all he just confessed his feelings to her. He searched her eyes for something but he couldn't find what he was looking for. To be honest, he didn't even know what he was looking for. So he started to lean closer to her face. After she showed no protest, he connected their lips in a sweet, loving and long kiss.

》It's on《, she said in her head.

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