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gauloiseblue · 9 months ago

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Asra Alnazar | Modern AU

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^

General

He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes

Like shirts, and the outerwears

He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good

He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson

Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title

He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible

Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone

Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person

People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.

(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)

He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)

Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…

Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music

He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.

I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness

When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life

While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge

Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow

(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)

He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh

He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs

Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much

But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately

(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)

Love/Relationship

Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be

He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time

And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level

In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping

(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)

He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love

I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope

He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once

And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him

He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?

But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard

You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you

Would just marry you on the spot if he could

Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him

Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence

On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you

He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain

That includes his clothes and skincare

You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all

Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either

Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles

If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant

(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)

You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him

If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well

Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy

In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends

Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed

(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)

And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now

When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him

(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)

You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating

But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7

NSFW

If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin

When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral

While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)

And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things

He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex

At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly

The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'

Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into

Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears

While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)

About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day

He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation

Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day

Trivia

His MBTI type is INFJ

He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you

#headcanon #the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x mc #modern au #i swear I'll be back with cod content after this. just let me indulge in my comfort char and au first orz #also..... my god..... I can't forget him at all #he's like a virus in my head now

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jinkicake · 2 years ago

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~♡ Gifts He Likes To Spoil You With. ♡~

(( Day #1 )) Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I must write fluff for my fav demons to start off this ‘valentines day post dump’- I’ll try to post every other day but,,, I’ll def be more active on weekends!!!! I’m thinking of doing fluff and smut on alternating days leading up to Valentine’s day... so fun so cute I’ll also be visiting old series again just for you all (spoiler alert : hq and mha lmaoooo)

WC - 1,842

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Barbatos

perfumes

“Thank you for joining me today, I hope the tea is to your liking.”

To say that the esteemed aid of the future demon king pulled this tea date out of thin air would be an understatement. You can’t possibly understand how Barbatos was able to bake all of the little treats laid out for you while keeping up with his regular tasks. The deep wood of the table is covered by a pale cloth, and on top of it rests elegant cups and miniature plates accented with gold. He truly has a gift, an eye for decorating.

“I love it, as always, Barbatos.” Your praise causes him to falter in his movements, there’s a slight hitch in the way he pours you your tea. He corrects it right away but, you can still see the bright red blush dusting the tips of his ears.

There’s something special about the way Barbatos serves you. He always keeps one of his hands gently cupping your bicep while plating your treats or filling your cup. Like clockwork, time in and out, he always finishes with a brief kiss on your cheek.

“I would do anything for you, my dear,” Before he takes a seat across from you, he hands you a small box wrapped in green decorative paper. “I have something prepared for you.” Your fingers hover over the wrapping paper.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” You hesitate to take off the shiny ribbon or tear the paper, and with all your might you try to work the tape off and keep the sheet entirely intact. “thank you.”

“Please don’t mind it,” Barbatos watches as you open the box and smiles as you gush over the perfume bottle inside it. “I picked this up for you on my latest trip. It smells perfect and will suit you well, if I may?”

He lifts your wrist in his gloved hand before you even get the chance to think about it. The way he slowly pushes back your sleeve to expose your wrist causes your heart to pound in your chest. Leave it to Barbatos to have your squirming from something so innocent. His thumb runs over the vein on the inside of your wrist, gently stroking the spot before tracing a small circle. The cool spurt of perfume against your skin causes you to gasp and your mouth only continues to stay slightly open as Barbatos leans forward to inhale the light scent.

Your heart stills, he’s close enough that you can feel the warmth from his face hovering over your skin as his lips brush against your pulse. There’s something so seductive about his movements. Subtly, you cross one leg over the other.

“I do hope you’ll like it,” He brings your wrist up to your warm face and appears unaffected compared to your now flustered state. It’s as if your mind is on auto-pilot as you stare up at him, you nod in agreement before you even inhale the complimentary fragrance. “I’m glad.”

At once, he places your wrist back into your lap.

Your skin burns from where he was touching you. Your face feels as if it is on fire as he places his soft lips against the center of your forehead. At this point, you’re silent and utterly too captivated by Barbatos’ entire being to form a single coherent thought.

You fail to understand how he is now sitting across from you, on the other side of this tiny table, unphased by it all. All you want to do is leap over the decorated space and right into his arms.

But, perhaps you’ll have to wait until after you have your tea.

Lucifer

earrings (not mentioned : his credit card)

“Hold still,” Lucifer commands as his eyes narrow in concentration. “you cannot keep squirming.”

If he were the one being hovered over as you were putting in his earrings, you’re more than sure that the demon would be moving about too.

“It’s not my fault,” You murmur as you run your eyes over Lucifer’s face, it’s incredibly hard to stay still when you have such a handsome demon in front of you. The proximity of his body is turning your mind foggy, the grey tints in Lucifer’s hair and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes only make you feel more overwhelmed.

The desire you feel for him only grows with each passing second.

“I know what you want,” Lucifer grabs your chin with his large hand, loosely holding it between his thumb and first finger. “would it make you feel better if you knew that I wanted the same exact thing too?” He teases you with a soft coo, a gentle murmur of his words that he knows will make it even more impossible to stay sane. “Let me finish this first, pet, I want to see how my style looks on you.”

You can’t help but shiver as his thumb runs over your ear, gently pinching the bottommost point between his fingers. Lucifer rolls the soft skin beneath the pads of his digits, gently working where he knows the hole will be. He’s incredibly gentle as he lines up the dangly earring with its entrance and even kinder as he pushes it through.

Nothing could stop the gasp that leaves your lips at the feeling of it, no matter how familiar it may feel. Your older demon only sighs and rolls his eyes at the noise that escapes from you.

“It’s just an earring, darling,” He carefully looks at the diamond hanging by itself and you start to shift your hips all over again under his persistent stare. “I knew you would make this piece look even more beautiful. You look absolutely lovely,” The demon places a single peck against your jaw before another against your throat. Each kiss that he leaves is followed by a soft noise, a gentle suction of air that comes from his heavy touch. As you start to move more, he places his hand on the top of your thighs to keep you pinned to your chair.

“I’ll put in the other one.” He grins as he pulls away and you grit your teeth at his effort to tease you. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” It’s not entirely your fault that you’ve become so pouty. You can only frown, looking away from him as a neat scowl takes up his face. Lucifer’s eyes narrow at your stubbornness and he’s quick to grab your chin, just as he did before with his fingers, and place another kiss on your lips. It’s a very short affair, one that ends just as you look over at him but, it’s enough to satisfy you for now. “I told you that you will get what you want. Just be patient, my pet,”

He makes it so hard to do just that, how can he ever expect you to be patient?

“I understand your frustrations,” Lucifer confesses as he examines your other ear, gently pulling on it and rubbing the skin with his thumb. “you don’t think that I am restraining myself too?”

Your breath hitches as he places the other earring in, staring at you deeply without looking away even once.

“Because I am restraining myself but, given your actions, I simply cannot wait any longer for you to be mine."

Mammon

rings

“What took you so long?” Mammon scoffs as you finally enter his room, it’s almost been thirty minutes since you said that you were on your way.

“I got caught up by Satan, he wanted to talk about a new book,” You take off your coat and scarf, leaving your boots by the door before sitting down next to Mammon with a huff. “I had to work very hard to come here as quickly as possible. Shouldn’t I get a reward for being so good?”

The demon visibly stiffens at your words before trying to brush it off with a shake of his head.

“No, because you’re not supposed to know anyone else besides me!” His eyes hold a fiery passion in them that you know can be drowned with a single ounce of praise.

“Is that so?” You hum before throwing your legs into his lap.

“Hey-” Despite his lame attempt to push your legs off, he doesn’t once touch you. All in all, he just makes a show of flailing his arms in a pitiful attempt to keep his cool. “Okay, listen,” The atmosphere of the room turns and as he tries to be serious, all you can do is watch with careful eyes. “this has nothing to do with what you said earlier, okay!”

“No reward, no nothing, it’s just because I felt like it.” He mumbles under his breath, explaining his reasoning more to himself than you. You just watch as he stuffs his hand into his jacket pocket and pulls out something in his fist. In an effort to calm him down, you gift him your open palms and close your eyes.

Mammon drops a tiny box into your hands before closing them up, then leans over to kiss the apple of your cheek.

“You’re so cute,” You coo before opening your eyes and looking at your closed fists. Mammon tries to deny this with all his might by covering his red expression, but it doesn’t work. “I can open it now?”

At your question, he wordlessly nods and then starts another explanation in the form of a rant.

“I saw that after work, okay, and thought it looked like the necklace that you wear all the time and so I got it for you. You should be grateful that I got something for you, I don’t usually get stuff for people. People get stuff for me! You’re lucky, you know that-”

Throughout his impressive lung exercise, you carefully open the box and stare at the fashionable ring. You’re stunned speechless as you pick the item up and bring it up to your face. The jewels encrusted into the edges and the large rock sitting on top makes your eyes widen.

“How in the world did you afford this?”

Mammon scratches the back of his neck.

“Jobs, I work, get lots of money, I’m not poor.” He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s because you both already know how long he must have been saving up for it. It’s not like this is the first time he’s boughten jewelry for you, much less a ring but, this one is different.

“I love it, Mammon,” You almost sound breathless, you can’t take your eyes off of it. “I really do,”

“Yeah, I knew that. I knew that you would, obviously, because I know what you like and-” The rest of his words are knocked out of his chest as you lean over to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”

Mammon decides now that he will continue to buy you rings for you until the end of time.

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2023/02/01 ♡

#Barbatos x reader #Lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #barbatos x y/n #lucifer x you #mammon x y/n

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unhinged-simp · 6 months ago

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I love the perfume HCs you did for Romeo and Subaru!! What specific colognes do you think they'd use? I was looking at perfumes the other day and now I can't imagine Romeo wearing anything other than Jazz Bar by Maison Margiella, for obvious reasons lol. He would wear the hell out of oriental notes too though, I bet he has different colognes for every season and they're all really complex (but only moderately intense) blends from high-end brands. Whereas Subaru seems like he'd the type to support more niche scents from local stores, but he 100% for sure has at least one scent that smells mainly like wisteria, considering it's his favourite in Hotarubi- or maybe, that means he wouldn't actually want to wear it too often, since he wouldn't want to desensitise himself? Either way, from what I've read, traditional perfume is a rly big thing in Japan comparable to tea ceremony and flower arrangement (it's really fascinating so I recommend searching it up if you're interested) so it's entirely likely that he even comes up with his own combinations! He probably has a few nioi-bukuro too, which are these really cute mini embroidered scent pouches that are kept inside clothes. Sorry that this is so long, there's just so much to think about :')

What perfume I'd think they'd wear(Romeo and Subaru)

Ooh this was interesting! I'm don't know much about perfume/cologne but this was fun. I did do some research of my own and picked out some that I'd think they'd wear. Romeo has actual perfume since I'd think he'd wear high brand/popular scents. Since I believe Subaru would shop/commission smaller stores, I put more about what kinda scents he'd wear rather than a specific brand. I do see him making his own nioi-bukuro, and he uses it to make his favorite scents.

(Not x reader, no reader mentioned)

I do think he'd wear bold scents, and those high brand cologne and perfumes.

Like you said he'd probably mostly wear Jazz Bar.

I could also see him wearing Armani Code by Giorgio Armani. It's an oriental perfume with a more citrus note, but it also has smokey and wooden undertones.

I feel like he'd wear Touch by Burberry occasionally. It’s more of a blend between spicy, aquatic, and woody scents.

Dylan Blue by Versauce is another one I’d see him use, though every once in a blue moon. It's a bit more in the aquatic scent but it also has a bit of spice and woodyness.

He'd also wear Obsession by Calvin Klein. It's another citrus scent that uses woody and spice undertones. I’d think he'd wear more often than some.

I’d see him wearing a softer scent. He'd wear Japanese style scents rather than any other kind. He also seems like the character to prefer floral or nature scents.

He'd occasionally wear wisteria, definitely doesn't want to be desensitized.

He probably commissioned a smaller store to make a cherry blossom or wisteria perfume.

On the days he'd want to do a tea ceremony, he'd wear a aloeswood or sandalwood scent.

Since nioi bukuro is often scented with incense fragrances, he'd probably have a sandalwood or aloeswood one.

He’d probably also make his own nioi bukuro with floral scents, like wisteria, lotus, or cherry blossoms.

#tokyo debunker #romeo lucci #subaru kagami

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ashomodeus · 3 years ago

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When their shirt smells like MC after a date

part 3

part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Solomon

- It felt nice to be with someone he viewed as equal, power wise. He viewed Mc as so much more.

- The smell of them on his shirt. It made him never want to chabge again.

-All this time pining for his lover, it has became his favorite scent ever. He can't help but to smile.

- "I wonder if they smell like me" He smiled. It was like a highschool crush all over again.

- Everytime he smelt his shirt he fell deeper for Mc.

- Remembering every touch and every smiled shared that night. Though he would share these thoughts with Mc, he would never share how he truly felt.

Diavolo

- He spent the day with Mc. It felt like a dream. To not worry about being the one to rule over Devildom. Just to be Mc's date.

-He returns home. He's sharing with Barbatos everything that occurred during the date. He's like a school boy telling his best friend about his crush.

-Even Barbatos could see how red his lord is. Barbatos even made fun of Diavolo but was so happy to see him relaxed.

-Diavolo grabbed his jacket and sniffed it. Mc wore his jacket for the date. Their smell was intoxicating. As if it was a trance. Barbatos offered to wash it but Diavolo halted Barb.

-He'd probably find a way to make the smell last longer.

-Even when the scent was gone their smell was as unforgettable as them.

Barbatos

- He's not one to show full emotions but will tell Mc that he enjoyed their date. As he gets home, he smiles a bit. He thinks about all the fun things the two did.

- He wish he got to touch Mc more, he'd do anything to see them smile. Mc made him feel less alone.

- As he walks inside the loneliness hasn’t set in and the euphoria from the date fills his heart. He realizes that the Mc's smell is on his clothing. As he enters his room he replays the date using his powers, viewing from afar.

- He doesn't realize he's holding his clothes tightly already missing Mc. They make him feel less alone and full of love.

-Without thinking he calls Mc, He mentions how they smelled nice. He wishes that they could make a fragrance perfume out of their smell. It would sell for millions and still wouldn't amount to their worth.

Simeon

- He gets back from his date a blushing mess. He couldn’t help but let Mc fall asleep on his vest as they went to the theater. Normally he would be upset but Mc was too adorable to be upset at.

- Simeon walks to purgatory hall as he carries his vest. He notices the smell of Mc was on the vest.

- He has never felt this way before. He found it strange that he found so much worth for an article of clothing.

-When he gets home he refuses to let anyone touch the vest.

- He's the only one to flat out text Mc "My shirt smells like you and I enjoy it" but with a bunch of misspell.

-He smells the vest once more but nothing will compare to the real deal.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me lord diavolo #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me one shot #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me headcanons

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cazzyvintage · 4 years ago

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Hey again! Could I request Andrea x male reader in a secret relationship? Maybe reader is the grumpy town doctor & they take a shine to each other when he’s caring for him after the shipwreck? Thank you! - 🦇

Thanks bat anon! I'm going to assume this is a headcanon request like your last one but if you want me to do a one shot for it as well I totally can, it might just take me a while to get to it

So this ended up being more of the lead up to them dating rather than actually the dating part because I fell in love with this whole concept, I can totally write another headcanon or one-shot though for them actually dating if you would like that (bear in mind one-shots take longer to come out as I have a lot planned)

- Being woken up in the early hours of the morning was not ideal for you. You already had sleep problems, things none of your own medicine seemed to cure, so when you finally got to sleep you didn't want to be interrupted

- Yet seems fate worked against you as now in the early hours of the morning you were making your way down to the cottage, just further out of town where Ursula and Janet lived as apparently a young boy had been shipwrecked. You thought it foolish that anyone would dare try to go across the sea, especially in these times when the weather was dangerous, but then again you believed most people to be foolish compared to you.

- Being shown into the room, you requested that you were left alone with the boy to be able to examine him in peace. He was older than what you expected but he still had this boyish charm to him. He slept peacefully, likely sleeping off the whole ordeal. Whoever had brought him up here had already changed him out of his old clothes so now he only had the duvet to cover his modesty. You could feel a slight brush come to your cheek knowing you would have to remove the duvet to do a close examination of the boy but you tried to push it aside. You were a professional and he was your patient and so you had to treat this as such.

- No matter how handsome he might look

After removing the duvet and examining his body carefully, you concluded that he had managed to come off quite lucky with only breaking his ankle, someone that could be healed in a month or two. During the whole examination, the boy remained asleep and so you quietly left to tell the ladies then took your leave but still throughout the day your mind went back to that boy, he couldn't seem to leave your head

- You came back only a few days later. You could have waited longer but you knew that the boy would be awake now and you were curious as to what he would be like. When you first walk into the room the boy is startled, looking you up and down unsurely. You hold up your medical box and point to his ankle letting him know who you are, 'My name is y/n, I'm the doctor of the village' the boy would nod, shifting the duvet to uncover his ankle. 'Andrea, Andrea Marowski' he would tell you.

- From his accent and the lack of words he spoke you were quick to realise he wasn't English and likely didn't know much English so you didn't say much in return, instead getting to work on examining his ankle. You felt alongside it, pressing your fingers against it till you heard him hiss in pain. As you looked up at him he looked away embarrassed. 'Pain is nothing to be ashamed of' you tell him as you continue to examine him. He nods, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

- Finally, you estimate that he should take around a month to recover in bed. You hold up your finger saying '1 month' loudly in the hope he would understand, which he seemingly is able to do. 'Ah, danker' he tells you. You raise an eyebrow surprised, he didn't have a German accent but he did know German. You were no fool, you knew tensions were rising in Germany, especially after the world war. If people knew Andrea spoke German things might not turn out well for him. You didn't mind though, he seemed nice enough.

- You turn to leave but Andrea calls out your name, 'Auf Wiedersehen y/n' you could feel your cheeks blush slightly as you nod at him. 'Goodbye Andrea'

- You came back quite a few times to check to see how Andrea was doing, more visits than to your usual patients. You claimed to the two ladies it was because you wanted to check to make sure he doesn't damage it more as he doesn't fully understand what to do and what not to do as he didn't understand English but you weren't sure if they truly believed you

- Finally, you were able to bring crutches along with you so Andrea could get out of the bed at last. You told Janet and Ursula it should just be him and you so he wouldn't get embarrassed if he fell over in front of them but they insisted on being there much to your annoyance

- You helped him off the bed, your arms holding onto his waist as you steadied him. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you felt his body in your arms, his back pressed against yours, your cheeks already reddening but once again you try to push those feelings aside.

- When he firsts try to stand on his own he falls slightly, unable to support his weight but you manage to catch him in your arms. You hold him tightly to you, trying to support his weight and for a moment, just for a moment you both look at each other in the eyes, only a few inches apart, frozen. But the moment was quickly up with Ursula helping Andrea back to his feet

- Finally, he was able to get the hang of the crutches and was able to move around well in them which is what you took as your moment to leave, it wouldn't be too long till Andrea's ankle was fully healed and wouldn't need you checking up on him anymore

- Once again as you started to leave Andrea called out to you. This time instead of him just saying goodbye he hops over to you and pulls you into a hug, patting your back. You freeze at the contact, turning bright red as you quickly say goodbye and rush out of the house

- You didn't return back to the cottage after that incident, to embarrassed by how you had acted. You hadn't heard any rumours go by about you apart from the usual of who you might be seeing, which woman do you have the fancy for. You hoped that none of them realised why you were acting the way you were around Andrea

- One day however you hear a knock at the door, opening it you stared wide-eyed as Andrea stood before you, no longer needing the crutched, he held them in one and in the other was a bouquet of flowers. 'Tank you for helping me' he said, smiling widely

- Quickly with one hand you grab Andrea and pull him into the cottage, briefly looking outside to make sure no one had seen Andrea standing outside your house with a bunch of flowers. You slam the door shut as you turn around to look at the confused face. 'I no understand' he says. 'Men don't give men flowers' you whisper, 'Men only give women flowers, giving other men flowers is... is improper'

- Andrea looks down at the flowers in his hands sadly, 'They reminded me of you' you felt your heartbeat pick up and gently you take the flowers out of his hand, bringing them to your face to smell the lovely fragrance. 'They are lovely Andrea' Andreas smile picked up again as he watches you grab a vase of water and put them on the table. As you turn around you see Andrea had placed the crutches down as was now wandering around your cottage. For the rest of the day, you two made polite convocation, as you remarked at how much English Andrea had managed to learn. Eventually, he had to leave and you saw him off, your heart beating quickly as you watch him leave. As you close the door your back hits it and you slide down, finally acknowledging to yourself just how much Andrea had taken over your heart but also how no matter how much you might want to. You can't have him.

- Tonight was the harvest festival dance. You usually avoided such occasions, never finding any fun in them but tonight you put your best suit on and headed down in hopes that you might see him. Arriving you could see Andrea sitting down at one of the tables, talking to the other men there. There was hardly any room on the table so instead, you choose to stand at the side of the room awkwardly. Every once in a while you would look around the room and ladies eyes would catch yours, raising their eyebrows trying to see if you would invite them to dance but you just scowl back at them as your eyes flicker back to Andrea's once again

- Your interest finally picked up when Andrea suddenly jumped onto the stage and picked out the violin. You moved towards the middle of the room, very curious. When he started to play it felt like your heart lit up, his beautiful music strung a chord within you. As you listened and watched him play a big smile plastered your lips, enjoying seeing how happy Andrea looked upon that stage, playing out till his heart's content. You clapped along with the music, your heart swelling at all the love and admiration you felt for him.

- As he finished playing you gathered up the courage to go over and congratulate him but as you moved through the crowd that is when you noticed Andrea sitting next to this woman, their heads practically touching as they whispered to each other. The joyful smile that was on your lips slowly faded and turned into a scowl as you felt all the joy you felt just moments ago flow out of you and sadness return.

- He had a smile on his lips but almost as if sensing something his eyes suddenly flicker to yours. His eyes widen and his smile fades as he notices the scowl you had on your face as you look at him. As soon as you noticed Andrea looking at you, you swiftly turned around and left the hall, grabbing your coat on your way out.

- You start walking when you hear his sweet voice calling out your name, following you out of the hall. 'Do you need my help Andrea' you say gravely, stopping to allow him to catch up to you but refusing to look him in the eyes, 'why you sad y/n' he asks but you just shake your head, 'I'm not sad, now if that is all I will be on my way' you say and start to walk away but Andrea grabs ahold of your arm to stop you from moving, 'No! You're lying' he says, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you 'why you lying'

- You quickly snap around, grabbing ahold of the back of Andrea's neck, breathing heavily you look into his shocked eyes. 'Men don't grab ahold of each other like that Andrea, men don't give each other flowers, men don't chase after each other. The church for bays us to do that Andrea. Don't you understand what you are doing to me? I shouldn't be feeling this way about you'

- You watch as Andrea stays speechless but then with one eye flicker he seals your fate. In that one moment his eyes flicker down to your lips then back to your eyes and the next thing both of you knew was that your lips were pressed against his, his back was pushed against a wall as one arm holding onto the back of his neck while the other gripped his waist while his hands grasp onto your coat, pulling you against him as you groan into his mouth. As your lips move against him, his eyes flutter closed as his breath hitches. You two stay like that melting into the kiss till you hear the sound of the town folk starting to emerge from the hall

- Quickly you pull away, as you both try to straighten your clothes, blushes staining your cheeks. 'I have to go' Andrea mumbles and quickly walks off to meet up with his ride back home, leaving you pressed again the wall on your own

(So I am going to leave this here. I really am stretching the definition of headcanon at this point tbh, this is more like a less detailed one-shot but ah well. As I didn't actually get to the dating part just the lead up I'll likely write the actual dating headcanons soon)

#andrea marowski #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski fluff #andrea marowski headcanons #andrea marowski fanfic #daniel brühl

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dhwty-writes · 4 years ago

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Love Songs and Smelly Feet

So, I don't know what happened here. I had a plan with this, as vague as it might've been (namely Geraskier being awake since apparently we used to sleep in 2 4-hour periods before the industrial revolution?) Alas, these two idiots took this story two sentences in and ran away with it. Written for Day 5 - Nighttime Snow of @witcher-and-his-bard‘s winter prompts. Have fun!

Summary: Jaskier and Geralt are awake at night and bicker.

Warnings: none!

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"Are you done yet?" Geralt asked as he packed his freshly mended shirt away.

Jaskier yawned and dipped his quill into the inkwell again. "Almost, love." It was getting late, he knew, almost time for morning sleep. He just had to finish that one stanza...

If anyone asked him, this was promising to be his greatest ballad yet. Not that anyone asked him, of course, especially not Geralt. The witcher preferred to avoid the topic of... well, him, discussed in song; especially in songs such as this one, with love and adoration dripping from every word.

"Hmm," the witcher said, much closer than anticipated to peer over his shoulder. He sighed heavily. "Another one, Jaskier? Really?"

He rolled his eyes affectionately. "Yes, of course another one. Really, Geralt, how is a man supposed not to write you love poetry when you- when you-"

He chuckled and snaked his arms around Jaskier's waist. With a kiss to the back of his neck he asked: "When I? What is it bard, hm? At a loss for words?"

"Not at all, my dearest. It's just- What do you expect me to do, strutting around in front of me with your armour and your sword and slashing and hacking and- yeah, that. You know what I mean!"

He nodded thoughtfully. "What else are you s'posed to do, y'mean, when you know fuck all of my trade."

"Oh, bugger off, you big bloody bastard," Jaskier scoffed and shoved at him. "Keep talking and you can stay with Roach tonight."

Geralt crouched down next to the desk to make sure Jaskier caught the self-satisfied grin on his face. "Don't tempt me."

Jaskier smiled, too, and pushed his notebook away. He could finish the stanza on the morrow just as well. "And here I was," he drawled and turned to him, "thinking I was tempting you already."

He laughed quietly and pulled Jaskier's chair closer, placing his forearms on the poet's thighs. "Maybe you are."

"Well," he said slowly, raking his eyes over Geralt's body--god's he would never get sick of that sight, "considering how unbothered you are by my efforts, I'm certainly not trying hard enough."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions. You could certainly say I'm having a... hard time, at the moment," the bastard had the audacity to say. He even wiggled his eyebrows.

Jaskier stared, dumbfounded. He couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Gods great and small, have mercy on me. You are a terrible man, Geralt of Rivia, for making that horrid joke." He kissed him on the lips. "But I love you even so."

"I love you, too," he replied and kissed him, too. "I just wish you wouldn't sing it for all the world to hear.

He sighed dramatically and folded his hands behind his neck, leaning back. "And I wish you'd stop putting your stinky feet into my lap, and yet, here we are."

Geralt spluttered and fell over onto his butt. "These are not comparable, bard!"

"They are, they are!" he insisted. "I swear, you are what's most dear to me on this earth but they might be your most lethal weapon yet."

"I don't have stinky feet," he insisted. "You have stinky feet! Here try smelling them!" He grabbed Jaskier's left ankle in an attempt to push it up to his nose.

He laughed and thrashed, trying to reclaim his leg. "No, thank you, I can smell yours form up here, that's bad enough."

"Ha!" Geralt exclaimed triumphantly and jumped to his feet. "So, you admit yours smell bad!"

"I might be swayed to proclaim that smelling my feet might not be beneficial to the already horrendous fragrance that keeps tormenting my nose since I first got a whiff of your truly putrid, rank, revolting-- oh, great, you're not even listening."

The witcher he had been talking to, had wandered off to the window, apparently completely entranced with something Jaskier's own puny human eyes undoubtedly wouldn't be able to perceive. he got up with a sigh. They'd have to table that discussion, then.

"What is it, my love," he asked as he sauntered over to him, trying to worm his way under Geralt's arm. "What do your keen eyes see?"

"Look," Geralt answered, completely enthralled. "It's snowing."

"It is?" He squinted and inched closer to the window, trying to peer out into the dark. But it was just as Geralt said, thick white flakes drifting to the ground in the quiet night. "Oh. It is." He sighed contentedly, leaning back against his lover. "Oh, Geralt, I love this. The first snow of the year, and it's real snow already, not that wet shit we get normally. It's beautiful; come morning we will wake in another world."

"Not as beautiful as you are," Geralt whispered against the crown of his neck.

"You sap." He chuckled. "Be careful that I don't include that in any of my ballads: Geralt of Rivia, the secret romantic."

"Only for you." After a short pause he added: "Do you want to go outside? Catch the snowflakes?"

Brightly, he smiled up at him. "You remember I told you that?"

The witcher only shrugged and hid his face in Jaskier's shoulder. There was the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

'How adorable,' he thought and gently stroked his hair. "No, my love," he mumbled, "I'd much rather go to bed and let the magic happen while we sleep."

"With my smelly feet?" he teased.

"Yeah," Jaskier answered and kissed him, "with your smelly feet."

#my writing #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #geraltxjaskier #geralt/jaskier #winter prompt challenge

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sexualintimidationdemon · 3 years ago

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Day 17

Reflections on: Fear Street: Part Three - 1666 (2021)

This movie is a harder sell than 1994 or 1978. There’s not a ton of nostalgia associated with the year 1666. There are no good songs from that decade.

Most people look pretty clean for 1666. Everyone would be way dirtier, dumber and drunker than they are here. “Mad Thomas” is the only one who seems era appropriate.

This was fun because you get to hear all the actors attempt to do Irish-ish accents. Abby and Lizzy become “Abbé and Lizzé”!

Every man wears a long, greasy wig.

Lost of cute animals: 7 adorable piglets, a goat, and a dog named “Merry Boy” whose instagram I just found.

It’s important to know that I took notes on this with a witch pencil.

It’s cute as hell that a bunch of oldey timey teens eat some sort of psychedelic berries and party in the woods to celebrate the full moon.

Does 1 second of oral sex even count?

R.L. Stine is obsessed with child murderers.

Humans are so dumb.

Witches are totally radical.

What does CK One smell like? I can’t remember anymore. A character compares the fragrance to the aroma of “an androgynous baby”.

The same character gives an inspirational speech about the Konami code again.

Does the Scooby gang install blacklight bulbs all over the mall? Were they there already? It looks cool but I am very confused.

Why do characters in movies who need to access some of their own blood always slice open their palms?! That’s the worst place to slice yourself! They wouldn’t be able to grip anything or clench their fist. Anything they touch would immediately infect their massive wound. This is my pet peeve I guess!

I love a good old fashioned monster mash at the mall!

Watch this if you think you’d enjoy a classic ghoul battle royale in a hypercolor hellscape :)

#Fear Street: Part Three - 1666 #R.L. Stine

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mr-geraskier · 5 years ago

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When Jaskier finally gets his own horse he is over the moon. He showers his noble steed with compliments and treats. Geralt just can't get over the fact that Jaskier's horse is a Shetland pony, and while watching the duo go he has a hard time to keep from laughing

So I named the Pony and now I really want oneeee!

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The day Jaskier got a horse was strange but has given Geralt some of the best days of his life.------------------The sound of footsteps running up the Inn stairs is heard and soon a painting Jaskier strolls into their shared room in the town’s Inn and gives Geralt a huge smile. Geralt sits on the bed and gives Jaskier a confused look, not understanding why the bard is so happy.

“Geralt you would not believe what I just did. I, Jaskier, have just bought myself the most wonderful gift.” He walks over to where Geralt is relaxing on the bed and gestures for him to follow. Geralt rolls his eyes but complies anyway and follows the lively bard out of their room. They make their way out of the Inn and out into the front where Roach is tied to a post. Geralt looks around the area but doesn’t see any horses near them except his own. Then Jaskier walks over to the post and beams over at Geralt.

“Geralt I would like you to meet Rose! My new beauty!” Jaskier points to a small black pony standing next to Roach that Geralt must not have noticed before.

“A farmer was making his way through the town and was looking for some extra coin. I saw this amazing girl and stopped him before he was able to leave for home. After negotiating I got the price down pretty low and now I have her! Isn’t she beautiful?” Jaskier smiles at Geralt and waits for the witcher’s answer.

“You uses our coin on a pony?” Geralt glances at Jaskier and raises his eyebrow.

“Yes…..” Jaskier looks away from Geralt, avoiding the witcher’s gaze.

“Hmm.” The witcher turns around and walks back into the inn, going up the stairs and back to their room he calls out to Jaskier, “You better play hard and for a long time tonight at the tavern to get that coin back. Or else I’m leaving you here.”

And Jaskier definitely played that night. He didn’t stop until his fingers were bruised. He even managed to get some coin for treats and a cute ribbon for Rose. He carefully ties the blue ribbon around her neck and smiles as he goes back up the stairs to their room, feet hurting from all of the dancing he’s done that night.----------------

Geralt never really cared for the pony until he started to notice all the little funny and cute things Jaskier would do for her. He showered her in kisses every hour of every day and gave her treats for just being a small little horse.

Jaskier even began sleeping next to her at night, keeping her warm and safe. It was amusing and adorable at the same time. How this little pony got so much love from Jaskier, Geralt would never know.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest little thing around here. Yes, you are. Yes, you are!” Jaskier baby talks Rose.

“It’s a pony. Not a child.” Geralt says to Jaskier. Enjoying the moment.

Jaskier turns to him, his face in shock. Hand on his chest he glares at Geralt and continues to pet Rose. “ She is not just a pony, Geralt. She is a loyal companion that deserves love. Rose is beautiful and graceful and what you say won’t hurt our feelings.” He turns back to the pony and combs her hair with his fingers, braiding in small wildflowers as he goes.

“She smells. And so do you.” Geralt smirks in Jaskier’s direction only to get a death glare in return.

“WHO ARE YOU TO TALK GERALT OF SMELLIA?”-----------------Geralt notices how Jaskier is incredibly quite behind him so he turns around and sees Rose trying her best to keep up with Roach.

“Geralt wait! We aren’t the fastest!” Jaskier rides Rose to the witcher, still not quite keeping up.

Geralt’s eyes go wide and he slaps a hand over his mouth. The sight of Jaskier sitting on the poor little pony makes Geralt want to burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing? Geralt are you making fun of Rose again? She may have short legs but she has motivation and power!” Jaskier yells from behind Geralt.

Suddenly Geralt is laughing louder than he’s ever done before. Jaskier is taken back for a moment before remembering why Geralt is laughing and quickly gets pissed.

“Geralt! Stop laughing you arse!”

After stopping a few times so Rose has a break they eventually make it to the next town. They get rooms and supplies for tomorrow’s journey. Geralt smiles the entire time as Rose follows Jaskier around the town. Geralt even feels bad for Jaskier when they need to leave Rose outside with Roach who really hasn’t even seemed like she’s noticed the small pony.

Jaskier is basically dragged by Geralt to their room to sleep for the night, promising that Rose will still be there in the morning. Jaskier, still not as happy as before nods his head and falls asleep next to Geralt. Geralt grins to himself as Jaksier snuggles close to him. They both no longer smell of horses due to their baths and now Geralt can finally breathe without getting a hint of pony smell.Jaskier smells of flowers and mixed berries, causing Geralt to nuzzle into the bard’s hair, taking in as much fragrance as he can before they both smell bad again tomorrow.---------------

Jaskier and Geralt are sitting at the campfire they’ve set up for the night, Jaskier quietly humming one of his songs. “Geralt, do you not like Rose. It seems like every time you laugh it’s because of her.”

Geralt can actually hear the sadness in Jaskier’s voice. His bard truly thinks Geralt is laughing at his pony because of how she looks. “I’m not laughing at the horse. I’m laughing at you.”

Jaskier looks at Geralt, confused. “Why the hell is that?”

“You’re a tall man riding a small black pony. The size difference is hilarious. You give her everything she wants, treats, scratches, love, and you give her kisses for no reason at all. It’s quite adorable in my opinion. You Jaskier make me laugh, not because you bought such a small horse, but because you give me joy in seeing you with joy in your eyes as you interact with her.” Geralt smiles at Jaskier and shrugs his shoulder when Jaskier doesn’t do anything. “Plus it’s just really funny how small she is compared to Roach.”

Jaskier smacks Geralt’s shoulder, causing both of them to chuckle. The bard looks at Geralt and grins. “You know you’re adorable sometimes too. I see you give her treats when I’m not looking. And I’ve seen you talk to Roach more times than I can count. You have a soft spot for horses and me. Admit it.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and pushes Jaskier’s shoulder, “Shut up and eat your soup.”

#Geralt #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #geraskier #Jaskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #ask me anything #send me asks

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zhuilingyizhen · 4 years ago

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mdzs juniors // modern looks

trousers? idk her.

Lan Jingyi

being the fashion diva he is, you know he takes great care of himself. his hair is always really soft and he has a skincare routine he follows religiously.

the ends of his hair (which is still v. long, bc i need ponytail ljy, but he cuts it sometimes) are dyed blue, and he wears his hair in a ponytail.

only his right ear is pierced at first, but he gets the other one pierced too so he can wear long dangly earrings.

jingyi’s fashion taste is definitely the most out there, compared to the other juniors. he prefers dresses over skirts (but likes both of em), and hates jean shorts but likes jeans.

he wears a lot of light blues, and l e a t h e r

(not neccessarily together though. he has a black leather jacket he wears with red)

go-to outfit is a white tee or crop top paired with high-waisted jeans. probably wears checkered vans or something, but also likes leather boots. despises heels.

he also likes ripped jeans & graphic shirts, but can and will enjoy wearing a cropped tank top with a short skirt.

loves experimenting with makeup and nails, especially doing up his eyes

eyeliner!!!!!!

sometimes he goes out wearing a hot dog costume just to hurt jin ling. oyzz thinks it’s both the worst and best thing ever. lsz is facepalming so hard rn...

(but he loves them. most of the time.)

Ouyang Zizhen

cropped hoodies. jl thinks they’re an abomination.

go-to outfit is a short-ish brown-beige hoodie with a plaid skirt.

wears the most jewelry!!

a jade necklace lsz gave him on his 16th birthday. emerald earrings jl gave him. (ljy got him a 5-year book subscription to this one book box company).

he also has a flower hairpiece his sister gifted to him. his hair’s just long enough to tie up in a bun

smells like ginger lilies. it’s the perfume.

the ends of his hair are dyed this bluish-green?? idk how to describe it but if you’re on tumblr you probably know what i mean.

wears very cutesy stuff, but hates overly tight clothing (only cause it’s not comfortable for him, if you wanna wear clothing like that, go for it!)

will wear yoga pants, but never black on black bc he likes color.

has really soft clothing. probably the most diverse in texture of clothing.

changes the color of his nails like every other week. fools around with them a lot, and is pretty good at them now.

pastels!! flowy clothing!!

everything has to be matching. he has like five different phone-cases (they were on sale) to match certain outfits.

randomly has this galaxy cat shirt that he adores.

sometimes wears color-changing contacts for fun, or to match an outfit.

sometimes wears concealer, but not much more makeup than that. special occasions call for eyeshadow!! absolutely rocks a smokey eye.

ugh he’s just so soft

Lan Sizhui

sometimes will wear cropped tops, but only with a blazer/cardigan.

hates collared shirts with a passion. is forced to wear them anyways.

not as fashionable as oyzz & ljy. as a child be basically wore the same outfit in different colors everyday.

really likes floral patterns!!

kpop idol hairstyle. it’s like that short messy-but-not-really kinda way.

puts on clear nail polish. he and oyzz do nails together once or twice a month.

a lot of blues, greys, and whites.

wears vampire sleeves?? idk how to explain it. they’re like... poofy but elegant.

skinny jeans!! he likes the dark blue ones.

turtlenecks!!

likes lacy clothing! or just lace in general. he thinks it’s pretty.

in place of headbands, he and ljy have these woven cloth bracelets they wear almost 24/7.

wore a white dress once and the other juniors almost died,, it was amazing on him

doesn’t wear any facial makeup (once almost stabbed himself in the eye with a eyeliner pencil, has never recovered)

likes wearing flats.

has this one cross earring hat he wears on his right ear, to really complete the soft bad boi/idol look.

has this white flowy button-up that he adores. wears it all the time, with black yoga pants or dark blue jeans!

Jin Ling

the most floofy, oversized clothing. will bury himself in a comfy sweatshirt or hoodie and never leave.

surprisingly the only one of them who likes heels, cause they make him taller.

longer hair than oyzz, but shorter than ljy’s. wears it in a ponytail, with bangs framing his face (kinda like jzx’s hairstyle)

when he isn’t wearing a hoodie or sweatshirt, he’ll steal Jingyi’s beloved black leather jacket. Jingyi doesn’t really mind, bc he lives for jl dressing up.

the outfits ljy makes jl try on are scary.

will wear dresses and doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone has to say about it.

has a thing for ribbons. idk why-

not a fan of plaid or patterns in general. however (unrelated), he will wear eyeliner/mascara on special occasions.

oyzz gifted him a lotus fragrance. he has no idea what to do with it though.

sometimes wears pink lip gloss.

he wears a lot of yellow, blue, purple, white, and sometimes pink. refuses to wear red, but sometimes is forced to.

jean shorts during the summer!! the one season where he can’t wear hoodies/sweatshirts.

once ljy forced him into this denim overalls-skirt thing. very cute.

sneakers & boots.

comfort > fashion

sometimes he’ll be in the mood to dress up (ljy’s favorite days) and actually put an effort into looking nice. the others melt.

#mdzs #ouyang zizhen #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #mdzs juniors #mdzs headcanons #the untamed #hcs #outfits #fashion #modern au #junior quartet #addy rants #about shit she doesn't know about #:)

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katobobato · 4 years ago

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To Say Goodbye

➳ pairing: lee tamin x reader ➳ genre: angst, resurrection au, zombie au, a little fluff in there too ➳ warnings: body decay, blood and gore, witchcraft, death ➳ word count: 5158 ➳ rating: pg-15 ➳ prompt: It was halloween so if there was any time to try and resurrect your dead lover with an ancient incarnation, today was that day. ➳ event: halloween at kfn

It had been coming up for half a year since the incident. Almost half a year without him.

y/n had been coping well it seemed, at least, that's what she showed on the outside. She was composed and fearless, still in mourning but life carries on, even without him. On the inside, however, she was barely holding herself together, the threads of her soul slowly fraying and unwinding.

She was heartbroken, lost in a monochrome world completely void of all colour, all alone yet surrounded by many. She had her family and friends, but that wasn't enough because she didn't have him.

When they'd started dating a couple of years prior to the incident, he was the first man to truly make her smile. They laughed together, they had fun together and most of all, they were happy. They had started out as friends long before that, back in high school actually, but only dared to push their relationship further once they reached adulthood.

To describe how deep in love they were, just before the time of his passing, would be a difficult task. Think of the deepest depths of the ocean, the gap between heaven and hell, the length of space between the Earth and the moon. Even then, it would not be enough. To say they were soulmates would almost be an understatement.

There will never be another like him, there will never be another Lee Taemin. No one, in this life or the next, would even compare to him. He was the stars in her night sky. He was the moon that pulled the tides. He was the force of gravity keeping her on the ground.

She couldn't live without him. At least, not without saying a proper goodbye.

And so, y/n found herself wandering the streets of New Orleans, the place she had grown to call home, a home she had shared with him. If you had seen her strolling through the streets you wouldn't think she was searching for anything in particular. Just a girl walking down the street, with no goal in mind.

But there was something on her mind, the reason fuelling her outing, she was going to find a witch that could contact the dead.

y/n was never one to really believe in the witchcraft and voodoo that was said to have found it's home in New Orleans but after moving here for herself, she could feel it. The way something magical would flow down the streets, in the air between the buildings. It was everywhere, like a presence you couldn't see. At times, it felt like a warm home, the smell of fresh flowers on a sunny day. At others it felt more like an ominous presence, a pair of eyes watching your every move from where they were lurking in the darkness.

The so-called magic of New Orleans, if it truly was real, had her wondering if it was good or rather the work of demons. Before losing her lover to the claws of death, she would have heeded the warnings she had seen on tv and read in books. Now, however, so distraught with grief, she no longer cared.

By the time she stopped walking, her feet had brought her to a little shop hidden in the corner of a crooked backstreet. It seemed as though a wandering soul would miss it, never even noticing it was there, but y/n had felt a pull to it from the moment she stepped foot outside of her apartment. A shop that picked the customers perhaps, rather than the customers choosing the shop.

The windows were tinted, making it difficult to see the dark interior beyond. A sign outside displayed the name 'Lucifer's Wing - Magic Supplies' in a fancy, golden text. It looked old, from the decaying wooden window frames to the rusted door knob.

Although y/n hadn't gotten her hopes up, she reached out for that rusty door handle and sucked in a deep breath before turning it and heading inside.

Her nose involuntarily scrunched up at the unusual smell that flooded into it. It wasn't a particularly bad smell, nor was it particularly pleasant. It was simply strong, a very strong fragrance of which she had never quite smelt before.

Not only was the smell weird, but so was the rest of the shop. Shelves filled with old books, jars full of all kinds of abnormalities, not to mention all the unusual objects that were littered about on pretty much every kind of surface. An ugly, red and green rug, that was more brown and faded from old age, sat on the floor in front of the counter.

"Just grind up the newt tail and mix it with the raven beak. You should see improvements by tomorrow."

Two normal-looking New Orleanians were at that counter, their shoes further dirtying the dusty rug beneath them. They didn't even glance at y/n as they left the shop, taking their small package out with them as they discussed things about their unusual instructions from the shopkeeper.

When y/n finally got a good look at the woman behind the counter, she wasn't particularly surprised by her appearance at all. Not when the shop itself looked so, well, peculiar. Her hair was long and crimped, frizzing out a little bit too much. Her makeup was heavy, layer upon layer of eyeliner paired with dark eyeshadow and matte lips. She looked, well, if y/n didn't know any better, she'd say she looked like a witch.

"Now, what can I do for you?" Her voice was hoarse as she tilted her head, examining y/n with a hazy gaze.

"A grimoire perhaps? Or maybe a simple hex bag?"

y/n stepped forwards, approaching the woman to ask of her what it was she had come for, "Can you speak to the dead?"

The woman hummed and placed a slender finger to her chin, "Who could the young girl miss so dearly? Her mother? Her father? A friend taken too soon? Or perhaps... a lost lover?"

y/n nodded, her words now suddenly stuck in her throat.

"How did they die?" The woman inquired, leaning forward with a sudden peak of interest.

With an almost shaky breath, y/n replied, "He was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I'm going to need more to go on than that, pretty."

It hurt to think of it. It hurt to speak of it. It hurt to remember it.

"H- He went out one day and never came home. It was a robbery gone wrong. He tried to stop them and they shot him. They shot him to rob a fucking cash register."

Her emotion shot out like a whirlwind. You could hear the pain in her voice. How distraught she was to lose someone she loved for such a petty, pointless reason. Even she was surprised by her own words, she had sworn in front of a stranger. How rude. How unlike her.

"Please," Her voice was faint again, realising that she had lost her composure for but a moment, "I just want to say goodbye."

The shopkeeper smiled, although it was not a warming smile. Everything about it was cold, sinister even. As if she were amused by the tragedy that befell such a young couple.

"I can do you one better than that."

y/n watched as the woman turned around, rummaging through the shelves behind her as she searched for something. Something that, hopefully, was going to grant y/n that goodbye she wished for so dearly.

When she returned to the girl, the shopkeeper had an old parchment in hand. It looked ancient, so fragile that it would crumble away the moment she set it down. And yet, somehow, it remained intact.

"Take this. Speak the incantation over his grave at the witching hour on all hallows eve, when the veil between life and death is at it's thinnest. It will grant you what you wish for, maybe even more than that."

y/n took the paper, skimming her eyes over a language she only recognised as Latin before her eyes flickered back to the shopkeeper, "How much is it?"

"Free of charge, well, to me. You will pay your price when it is due, I only hope you will be prepared to pay it." The woman warned although y/n didn't take it as a serious threat.

"I'll pay whatever price, I just want to see him again. I just want to say goodbye." She held the parchment with great care and smiled, "Thank you."

With that, she was leaving the shop just as quickly as she had arrived. Taking a long, thoughtful stroll back to her apartment, their apartment.

Did she honestly think this incantation would work? No. Was she praying that she would be wrong? Yes.

It wouldn't work, there was no way it would, but she needed it to. Just a chance to say goodbye, that was all she wanted.

If only she knew what was to come.

y/n waited somewhat impatiently over the next few days but soon, all hallows eve was upon her. She had put a bowl of sweets outside, allowing any trick-or-treaters to help themselves as she would not be at home.

She knew she was going too early, she had to wait for the witching hour, after all. But she wanted to be with him. Just to sit with him for a while as she read the incantation over and over in her head to make sure that she would get it right when the time came.

Before long, the witching hour had arrived.

y/n stood up and placed a gentle hand on the tombstone. Her fingers ran over the engraving, 'Lee Taemin - Beloved Son and Cherished Friend'.

"It's now or never." y/n spoke to him, or perhaps herself, and took a couple of steps back.

With shaky hands, she held the parchment up in front of her and cleared her throat only to mutter under her breath, "Here goes."

"Hic en spiritum sed non incorpore evokare lemures de mortuis decretum espugnare de angelus balberith en inferno inremeablis."

Once she read the incantation, the wind seemed to blow, chilling her skin. She waited but nothing happened.

So, she read the incantation again and again as she prayed to see him one last time. All she wanted was to hear his voice, better yet to see his spirit before her. Just so that she could see him, hear him, one last time. Just to say goodbye.

But to no prevail.

"I knew it was fake. I was a fool to wish otherwise." y/n sighed, eyes already glassing over with tears.

In her hand, the parchment was crumpled to nothing, scattered pieces blowing off in the wind. It didn't work, it was never going to work. What was she thinking?

She fell to her knees, fingers digging into the soil that occupied the space over his grave, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I love you, I love you so much."

As her tears dripped down, wetting the Earth with her sorrow, she finally said goodbye. She would always love him, always.

It was with a heavy heart that she headed home, leaving behind the dream of seeing her lover again. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, tears staining the soft fabric beneath her. Exhaustion had taken its toll on her. Exhaustion from hoping, believing too much in the unknown. Exhaustion from grief and being alone.

A few hours passed, night relieved by the early morning.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

y/n sat up, stretching her tired limbs as another knock sounded at the door. Leaving the warmth of her bed and submitting herself to the cold, she began to head for the door.

"Don't those kids know that the time for trick-or-treating is over?" She sighed, reaching out to open the door and tell them to go home.

When the door opened, her entire world stopped spinning. Or, perhaps, it began to spin so fast that she had grown dizzy and begun to see things that were not truly there.

Dark brown eyes. That fluffy, dirty blonde hair she loved to run her fingers through. Eyebrow slits he thought looked edgy, but she just found cute. Every single inch of his face was so familiar, so new, something she felt she hadn't seen in years but could have also been something had seen just yesterday.

"y/n... I- I didn't know where else to go."

The moment he spoke, confirming that he was truly there, she threw her arms around him. Tears rolled down her cheeks, tears much different than the ones that came before. It wasn't what she had expected, to be reunited with her lover like this, but he was alive. He was with her again and that was all that mattered.

When y/n finally released him, she stepped back to look at him once again.

Dirt. Lots of dirt, he was covered in it. It was matted between his hair, smudged across his cheek, wedged under his fingernails. Had he climbed out of his own grave? But his body wasn't broken, wasn't decomposed. It was as if he were as good as new.

"Let's get you in a bath." She smiled, gently taking his hand in her own as she led him inside.

Once the bath was run, steam warming the previously frosty room, she left him to it whilst she prepared some clothes of his that she just hadn't had the strength to throw away before.

He sat there, absentmindedly scrubbing the dirt off of him, thinking about so many things.

I'm dead. I died. Didn't I? So why am I here now? Why am I alive again? Am I really alive again?

He had so many questions but ultimately, he was just glad to be back home. Back with her. Back with y/n.

"So, what do you remember?" She asked, rubbing his hair loosely with a towel.

"I..." Taemin sighed, "I remember dying. I died and then there was nothing, plunged into eternal darkness. Until I woke up in- in front of my grave."

y/n looked at him softly, putting the towel down to cup her hand around his face, "I didn't know what to do without you. I didn't know how to go on. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. That was all I wanted. This... to have you back is more than I could have ever hoped for."

She was crying again before she realised it. A steady stream of salty tears wetting her cheeks once again.

Although hesitantly, he reached up to touch her, gentle fingers ghosting over her face. He wiped her tears away and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips for a tender kiss.

"How- How did you do this? How did you bring me back?"

He was so confused. He shouldn't be here, not that he didn't want to be. He wanted nothing more than to be by her side, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her softly and tell her everything was alright. But he didn't understand. He needed to understand.

"I found a shopkeeper... I think she was a witch. She gave me an old incantation and told me to read it over your grave at the witching hour on all hallows eve." y/n explained, her hand returning to his cheek, thumb stroking over it gently.

"It's Halloween? How long have I been gone for?"

She sighed and leaned forwards, resting her head against his shoulder, "Six months."

Instinctively, his hand went to her head, stroking it affectionately.

"I'm sorry," There was a pause as he leaned his head against her own, just wanting to be near her, "Sorry for leaving you."

y/n lifted her head, shaking it and looked at him with a smile, "Don't be. You're back now, that's what matters. It worked, the incantation actually worked."

The way his mouth curved so affectionately as he rubbed his head against her own slightly, much like a cat would to its owner, was so full of love. He may not have remembered anything of the afterlife, or perhaps there wasn't one to remember, but he felt as though he hadn't seen her for an eternity. He just wanted to treasure her, to love her, to hold her.

She reached for his hand, interlacing her fingers with his own.

"I love you," She said, "I love you so much."

He squeezed her hand as if to say; I'm here, I'm not leaving you again. With his other, he wiped the tears from her eyes, although soon the thumb that was drying her eyes was replaced by something else.

Each eye. He kissed under each eye, tasting the salty tears she had shed for him. He never wanted her to cry because of him again, he never wanted to leave her again.

Pulling her close to his chest, he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. It really was real, he really was back with her.

A part of her feared that he would be gone come sunrise. This was too good to be true. Was he really back for good? Was his soul truly intact? For now, she didn't care. She just needed him. She needed him almost as much as he needed her.

"I love you." She said again, pulling away to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." His words were pure, romantic, gentle even. He was just glad to be back with her, back by her side.

They were soulmates, or maybe something more. Two souls, two hearts, two bodies, completely intertwined.

By the time morning came, he was still by her side. She smiled, hand smoothing over his chest as she looked up at him. His stomach raised and then, it fell. He was breathing, he was alive, he was with her once again. Not a spirit, not a monster, not a figment of her imagination, but flesh and blood.

He looked so peaceful, so angelic as he slept beside her. The sun crept in through the blinds, giving his features an almost golden glow. Maybe he was just that, an angel brought back to Earth in order to reunite with his lover once again. Maybe, if there was a God, they had sent him back to her.

Taemin's eyes soon fluttered open, his eyes rolling over the curves of her body that hid beneath the covers. He smiled and began to delicately run his fingers up and down her bare shoulder.

"Morning." His voice was groggy, full of sleep and love.

A warm smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I've missed this."

They spent all morning in bed, lying by each other's sides. Pillow talk and tangled legs.

By lunch, however, rumbling stomachs finally pulled them from their bed.

"Pancakes?" Taemin opened the fridge to collect the eggs and milk.

y/n was already looking in the cupboard, pulling out a bowl before searching the drawers for a whisk, "Already one step ahead."

Cooking was always an adventure when it came to the two of them, especially when it could easily get messy. Flour covered every surface, including their own hands and faces. They giggled, laughing together as they finally began flipping the pancakes.

Eating lunch was as fun as making it. Giggles and whispers of love as they smiled oh-so warmly at each other across the table.

By the time it began to grow dark outside, they were lying on the sofa watching a movie. It was one of their favourites, one they'd watched so many times together. y/n thought she'd never get to watch it with him again but here she was, lying in his arms, completely content as they quietly watched the movie.

Neither of them was truly paying attention to the film. Both of them were far too focused on each other. The way it felt to be so close, feeling the warmth of each other's body heat seep through the clothes that separated them. He loved this, the feeling of holding her in his arms again. She too was the happiest she'd ever been. She thought she'd lost him forever but they had been granted another chance. A miracle perhaps.

Or maybe... something a little more sinister.

A couple more days had passed and everything seemed well. They had been on a date in the park, his first time outside since coming back. The two of them had talked about how they would tell others that he was alive. How they'd explain it to everyone. He wanted to see his parents so dearly. Both knew that this might not be the best idea, however. They would freak out, they wouldn't understand. He had died, they all knew that. They, although distraught, had made peace with it. If he was to see them, he needed an explanation that didn't sound ridiculous or simply scare them away.

Their date had gone well. They had had fun together, walking around, taking in the fresh air. It was a good day. It was only when they returned home, later in the day, that Taemin began to feel that something was wrong.

"You okay?" y/n asked, noticing the way his eyes seemed somewhat sunken.

With a smile, he nodded, "Yeah, just tired."

It was a lie. A lie he almost believed himself. A lie he so desperately needed to believe was true because he didn't want something to be wrong. Instead of worrying about it, or worrying her about it, he hid it. He ignored it.

They bathed together that night. Both soaking in the bath until they went pruney. y/n rested her head against his chest, smiling as he softly ran the tips of his fingers along her arms.

"I've missed this. I've missed you." She sighed, taking his hand in her own.

He hummed against her hair, pressing a loving kiss against her head, "I missed you too."

He truly did miss her, even if he had no perception of how much time it had been since he last saw her before he died. Perhaps time simply wasn't a thing after death and that was why it had felt like so long but also only hours at the same time. Six months. She was without him for six months, and he was without her. For her, it was agonising. For him, well, he only noticed how much he missed her once he came back.

He held her close that night, smiling as she slept quietly in his arms, for he was beginning to feel as though he might lose her again. He knew she couldn't bear the thought of it happening all over again, watching helplessly as he was taken from her again but, as the sun set far below their feet, the cloudy night sky now overhead, he began to feel as though it was going to happen again. It was going to happen again and much sooner than they had wished for.

He kept that feeling, that knowing, from her for days. Everything was normal, even as his eyes began to look more sunken than usual. I'm just tired, he would tell her. She, like a fool, believed him.

It was his idea to try out a new recipe, a recipe his mother used to make for him. They had always liked to cook together, always treasured that time with each other. They were having fun, reading through the recipe on her phone. He stood behind her, head on her shoulder, hands holding hers as they mixed the ingredients in the wok.

Stir-fried Korean beef, a recipe from his home. He already knew how to make it but pretended not to so that he could learn again, with her. A meal to remember him by, a meal to enjoy. He didn't want to leave a sour taste in her mouth. He wanted to leave behind a pleasant taste, a lingering goodness that she could enjoy. If she liked the meal, that was.

"It's so good!" She grinned from ear to ear, devouring the delicious food they had created together.

He felt his lips curl upwards slightly, smiling so gently. It was a sad smile.

"You'll have to try out new things when I'm no longer around." It was a mumble, but she still heard it.

y/n dropped her food and tilted her head, confused, "What do you mean? You've only just come back, you're not going anywhere."

He avoided her eyes, watching them search his face as if trying to decipher what he was staying, and moulded his face into a reassuring smile, "So, after dinner, I was thinking we could go for a walk?"

She knew he was avoiding the question but didn't press on the matter. A part of her didn't want to know. She didn't want to know what he meant by that, what he was trying to say. Although, she couldn't stop the feeling of unease that had settled into the very core of her bones, shaking through her like waves of nausea.

A few more days passed and he left her during the night, droopy body heading for the bathroom. He turned the tap on, hoping the steady stream of water would ground him, and looked into the mirror. His face was pale, almost deathly so. Any rose he had in his cheeks seemed to have been painted over. His eyes were sunken, dark circles surrounding them. Dry skin, chapped lips, no colour. He looked like a walking corpse, or perhaps simply someone who was rather unwell.

y/n had noticed it. She hadn't said anything out of fear. If she acknowledged it, asked about it, she feared it would truly become real. Something was wrong, very wrong. Taemin knew it, y/n knew it. She was scared to ask, he was scared to tell her. He didn't want to see her in pain again, he couldn't watch it happen again.

Fingertips ran along his protruding cheekbone until it reached that dark skin under his eye. His nail looked black around the edges and, with a sleepy curiosity, he pulled at it with his other hand. It was such a light, delicate movement. And yet, the nail slipped so easily from his body, coming off with a trail of goo. A mix of blood and God knows what else.

He closed his eyes, focusing once again on the running water. It was calming, peaceful. The darkness that surrounded him, the lack of anything. It was pleasant, it was familiar. It was death.

Before he had realised it, he had already adapted to the life after death. It wasn't the same as life on Earth, it was different, empty. It wasn't, however, in any way bad. He couldn't remember much but he knew he felt at peace. He had made his peace with it, she had not. The living didn't know how to let go but the dead... the dead had already moved on.

She called him back. She forced him back. He wanted to see her, he was so glad that they had just a little more time together but that time was quickly running out. He only released it then, as he opened his eyes and looked down at his nail-less finger, tugging ever so gently on the limb until it broke free from his body and fell down into the sink. The stream of water fell down onto it, claiming it as death had already claimed him.

There was no pain and very little blood. He was already dead, he was never truly alive again. His time had passed and he had made peace with that. She hadn't, y/n hadn't.

"W-What's-"

She was in the doorway not long after feeling the chilling cold beside her in bed. She almost asked, she almost confirmed it. But, when she saw her lover, his body slowing starting to break down, it was too late. It was real.

"I can't stay much longer." Taemin sighed, finally understanding what was happening to him, to them.

He wasn't sad. He had had time to see her again, to say goodbye. That was what she wanted, wasn't it? A chance to say goodbye.

The witch had never said the incantation was permanent, nor had she ever said it would bring him back to life. He wasn't here to stay, he was here to help her move on. Truly a dead man walking.

y/n felt like she was suffocating, it was as if the whole world was crumbling down around her. It was raining, distorting the painting before her. He was alive, he was with her again. The painting had lied and now, those lies were washing away.

"Don't cry." He stepped forwards, wiping away the tears she hadn't even realised had started to fall.

Her world was crumbling. Her life, his life, fading away.

"It's okay, y/n. It's okay. I'm here, I'll always be here."

She couldn't listen, she didn't want to listen. She didn't want to hear this, to hear his goodbye. She wasn't ready... she'd only just gotten him back.

"I- I- I can't-" Her voice was strangled, hands balling into his shirt, "I can't lose you again." She held on tight, too afraid to let go, "I- I'll go with you, I'll die with you-"

He sighed and pulled her to his chest, feeling her warmth for one last time as he cradled her head in his hands, "You can't. You have to live on."

She cried harder, holding onto him even tighter than before.

"You don't need to worry. You must live in the present and remember me when I'm gone. Until the day comes when I must leave you again, treasure these last few days we have together but, when it's over, I need you to move on. Live a wonderful life, live a happy life. For me, for your friends, for your family. Fall in love again, have children and grandchildren. Teach them how to cook, make pancakes with them. Just... be happy."

He wasn't going to leave her that day. He might not even leave her the next, but the day was coming. The day he would have to leave again, to go back.

"I love you." He whispered into her hair, a memory she would treasure.

He loved her and she loved him. They always would, but time moves on, people move on, and she would too.

Tears streaked down her face, a steady stream mimicking the running tap, "I love you too... So much."

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 8]

Summary: Between the uncertainty of what happened to Endor and the confusing trance Rey left you, you struggle with your emotion, even deeper when suddenly she appears in your doorframe. Previous Part.

Words: 2,466

A/N: This one's a bit longer. I hope you enjoy it. And thanks for you all for reading and fire the sweet comments, it really means a lot to me. Flashbacks are in italics.

(gif's no mine. Credit to the owner.)

"You are all useless!" shouted Rey and the people in the room shivered in fear. " A bunch of Incompetents that couldn't just take down a few X-Wings!"

"It was an ambush, Supreme Leader" whined a man in a commander uniform. Rey eyed the man as he swallowed hard as he saw her walking closer to him, a grin on her face.

"An ambush" she said "Commander, you even know what kind of weapons you had in that ship?"

The man nervously looked at the ground.

"The target was easy, you had the right tools" her tone begun to grow with anger with every passing second "And you got beaten by handful of dirty rebels?!"

"They were waiting for us, Supreme Leader" said a woman as she stood up her chair "It was like they knew we were coming, they attacked before we could do something, destroyed the central cannon"

"Then someone told them” said Rey with her blood boiling from the rage. “What is the necessary range to know how the ship works?” Asked Rey and the woman answered almost immediately.

"No need. The blaster is under the ship, aside of the usual ones for protection on the upper part that is the only visible weapon. Would be easy to know if they saw the previous attack"

"Fine. Now I need to know how did they know about Endor.” Rey said walking back to the head of the table, analysing every face from the scared commander to the woman, Rey's gaze stopped on a red haired general that sat confident with a light smirk on his face.

"General Hux" raised her voice again "You're very quiet. Do you happen to know something about this?"

His smirk grew bigger and he prepared himself to speak to his boss.

"Truth to be told, I do, Supreme Leader" he said "I was looking at the database and I noticed a quite interesting message. A transmission that contains the name of the target and also the day of it" he spoke pride of his work knowing he would win not only the trust but the respect of the lady in charge.

"Where the transmission was sent from?"

"It was sent from a TIE fighter ship, exactly the one your apprentice stole in her pathetic escape attend." Rey tensed by the sound of his words, remembering events after that, how much had Y/N hurt her and now she had betrayed her one more time. "Without intentions to blame, Supreme Leader, your apprentice seems to be a spy for the Resistance”

So Y/N had done it, not only tried to run away but you sent a message to them, you were still with them even when they kicked you out and that fact made the suffer in Rey’s body grow stronger.

“I’ll take care of her” Rey said as calm as she could.

“I suggest you get rid of that scum before she compromise another mission. After all she’s nothing more than a disgusting rebel” Continued Hux without thinking his words, he was so confident of himself in those moments. The next thing Hux saw was a red light humming very close to his neck.

"Watch your mouth, General Hux" growled Rey holding her lightsaber dangerously close to his skin. Her face now full of a new threatening expression. No one had the right to insult you- "She's still my apprentice and I won't allow you to talk about her like that"

"But, Supreme Leader, she's a traitor and…"

"She's under my protection, General Hux" Rey said before turning off her saber "And perhaps she was more useful than any of you” she said as the ideas on her mind worked out. Smiling for herself she thought of a new and brilliant plan.

“I don’t understand, Supreme Leader” said Hux now carefully.

“Y/N sent a message and the Resistance showed up. Which means they trust her and that General Hux, is what we are going to use on our favor.”

*******

A few days passed since the last time you talked to Rey, or at least you thought so, it was difficult to know when was day or night, only the helmet of stormtroopers when they brought you some food let you knew the world outside the dark room kept going.

It had passed at least a week. You hadn’t much to do trapped inside those black walls allowing your brain to overthink every word you had told Rey, those words hunted you all nights as well as the feeling of her hand around your neck when she tried to killed you. And the kiss, that sweet and yet confusing that wouldn’t just let you sleep.

Shifting your body in the small bed you stared at the ceiling for longer than you could remember, overwhelmed by your thoughts. A part of you made you think on the Resistance, you hoped they were okay and for the good of them and Endor they had fight the First Order. You wondered who had been in that mission, if some of your friend got hurt… or if they were even alive.

Shaking your head you tried to focus yourself on the lights in the ceiling, how the white of them was a whole difference compared to the dark walls. Your mind started to drag you to the past once again as you remembered the soft smile Rey used to have, back in the days at Resistance.

It was sunny that day as Rey and you wandering over a small planet in search of repairs for the Falcon in a tiny market in the middle of the forest. By the corner of your eyes you caught Rey smiling fascinated with all the colors of the market and the trees above her head.

“Everything good?” you asked her with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the work” you smiled and then nodded to a market stall that you knew had the needed pieces. “This way”

“Yeah” she told you focusing her eyes now on you “I never stop surprising myself”

She followed you close, still admiring the place. You loved how much her eyes shimmered when she found something new for her and you get it, she used to live in a planet with nothing but sand in it, the rest of the world was completely new for her. And as you were talking with the merchant she was amazed by a dry flower they sell in the next tent.

“You like it?” you said.

“There’s no flowers in Jakku, I bought some but eventually they dried out.” she said with authentic hope in her words. “Do you have everything?” she then said looking at the metallic pieces in your arms as she offered a hand with the stuff.

“Yup” you said leading the way back to the ship. Close to the your ship your gaze focused on some wild flowers growing between the trees and couldn’t help but smile thinking about the way Rey loved flowers, so you picked up some for her, that was already inside the big ship getting everything ready to fly.

She greeted you with a soft smile when you entered to the ship.

“Here” you said handing her the soft purple flowers that immediately made her smile grew bigger with excitement.

“Why?” she said taking the flower closer to her nose so she could smell the delicate fragrance of them.

“I just thought you may like them” you said winking.

“I love them” she said pulling you into a tight hug “Thank you, Y/N” her face amazed by the purple flowers was one of your favorites memories, just to see Rey as happy made your heart melt so much.

The nostalgic was taking over your body again, the Rey from your memories didn’t exist anymore. Running a hand through your face and hair you sat at the end of the bed trying without success to avoid overthinking.

The door suddenly opened, revealing the face of the girl you were thinking of moments ago, but it wasn’t her anymore, the girl standing at the door frame with the dark clothes and the cold glance was a total different person.

You looked at her, unsure of what to say, scared of even speak while Rey just watched you with a wicked grin on her lips.

“Come on” she said nodding outside “I want to show you something, Y/N” she said, her voice made a shiver run down your spine, this was not good you could already tell by the way she was looking at you, you didn’t even know if you would make it alive this time.

You obeyed without pronouncing a word, avoiding her eyes and her closeness as much as you could, feeling the tension between the both of you. She guided you through the endless corridors of the castle until you reached the main hangar where a ship was already waiting for you.

“General Hux” she said as you arrived. You met the man’s eyes, he seemed confident but you could tell he was a little scared by the way he stayed firm in his usual position with his hands crossed in his back. “We’re ready. Take off”

“Immediately, Supreme Leader” he said before leaving the room. You swallowed thickly as there was just Rey and you again, alone. Nervous of making a sudden move you kept looking at the ground but still, you could felt her eyes focused on you.

“This will be so fun, Y/N” you heard her say which only made goosebumps form all over your skin.

The ride was short, gladly, and you didn’t need to talk. But that was driving you slowly crazy, it was her silence, her devilish grin, how everything seemed to be oddly calculated. Just the whole thing made your stomach dropped.

And then the big First Order's ship stopped in front of a planet you haven't seen in a long time, a planet you left hoping to save someday. You homeworld.

"Rey, what are you doing?* You finally asked in panic.

"Just watch, Y/N" she said and then she pushed a button in the console in front of her. "At my signal" she said through a speaker making you feel so much fear to

think what was she going to do, this ship had a huge weapon, you had seen it in action. This ship was made to destroy planets and now she was going to destroy yours.

"Rey" you called out only eliciting a smile in Rey's face "Stop it!!"

"Three" she said, you ran next to her to look at her in the eyes.

"Stop it, please" you told her as you felt your voice started to crack. You didn't understand why she had chosen your planet, only to hurt you but why?

"Two"

That was your old home, the place where you grew up, where you learned to fix ships. And there was a lot of people you knew, good people dedicated mostly to the crop.

"Rey!" You yelled finally attracting her gaze to lay on you. "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this. I'll do whatever you want, just don't shot" you said feeling how the tears started to pool in your eyes. She stopped for a moment, scanning your face before she spoke.

"One"

A powerful red blaster came out of the ship hitting your planet for just some seconds before it all started to break apart and finally exploited.

You screamed in pain as burning tears blurred your vision, an indescribable ache spread from your chest and then your whole body, unable to think as the ashes your planet floated in the space.

“What the fuck have you done?!” you turned to see Rey, the tears never stop flowing down your cheeks.

“What needed to be done, Y/N” she said calmly. Was she serious? she had just destroyed another planet because it had to be done?

“Why?!!” you cried out, collecting all your forces to approached her. “WHY?!” you screamed very close to her. Fastly she grabbed your neck, almost too fast making your cough a bit, she dragged you closer to her face.

“This are the consequences of your actions, Y/N” she hissed “And I’m not talking about your pitiful escape. This is about your little message to the Resistance” she said and you felt how she tighten the grip on your neck as a wave of pain hitted your body with her words. So she had found out and by the anger of hers, they had received the transmission, therefore Endor was still existing. A whole planet saved but at what cost? Another one turned into nothing more than dust leaving an empty space in the galaxy.

Rey let go of you and you gasped for air but before you could do something she grabbed your back and pushed you closer to the big window and used her free hand to force you turn your head to see the ashes of the planet you grew up.

“Look at it!" she growled “You did this, Y/N. All the millions of lifes lie on your hands now, they die because of you!!” she said enraged.

She thrown you to the ground as if you were nothing, didn't even feel the pain as your body met the surface it was nothing compared with all the agony you were feeling inside you.

"Now you better think before trying to do something as stupid as that" you heard her said, slowly you looked over your shoulder to met her glance once again.

"I hate…" a gasp fell from your lips and stopped you from ending the sentence. Your blood frozen by the sight of her face darken by fury but the most alarming thing about her were her eyes. Yellow eyes that burned with genuine rage.

"Say it" she say "Say you hate me"

You kept staring at her eyes unable to form proper words.

"Don't be afraid, say it" she repeated as you cried silently. "I know the way you're feeling, the suffer you're going through. This anger your feeling, let it guide you, Y/N"

"Rey…" you finally managed to raise your shaking voice "This is not you"

"You're wrong, this is the real me" she gave you a wicked smile. To your memory came back her soft smile holding the flowers, just an instant but then you saw reality, her figure standing tall covered in a black version of her usual clothes, a long cape covering most of if and her dark expression that seemed to looked even more evil. The Rey you knew, that sweet girl from Jakku was gone, leaving a monster with yellow eyes behind. Any hope of getting her back was gone.

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14. O L D M E M O R I E S

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter ;

“I’ve been received some unknown messages in the last few days.” Harry showed his phone to his lawyer, “And I’m sure its Dale. Who else if not him? He’s the one who currently starting a war with me. The messages always come from different numbers. I didn’t delete them. Every time I tried to call, it would pass through voice mail or the number is no longer active.”

14. OLD MEMORIES

“Is this the restaurant that they mean? We didn't get the wrong address, right?”

Brenda murmured, “Of course not, honey. They said a french restaurant in The Dorchester. And this is the only french in here.”

Calvin and Brenda, Y/N's parents, were in London to visit their daughter. Before they return to Swansea tomorrow, Harry invited them to a dinner at a fancy restaurant in Mayfair. It would be the first time they meet – especially for Calvin, and maybe get to know each other more closely. For the past three days they had stayed at Y/N's apartment, Harry didn't have the chance to meet them since he was busy with work.

“This looks so expensive,” Calvin murmured, his eyes looked around. The restaurant interior was dominated by silver and golden colour creating a rich impression. The glimmering dangling chandelier and crystal caught his attention, with the strains of the melodious violin, everything was lavish.

The waiters looked professionally with their uniform, back and forth serving their guests, making sure everything was served perfectly. The delicious aroma of food was very tempting, made them almost drool. Everything looked perfect. No wonder this restaurant collected Michelin stars.

“I know.” Brenda smiled, “Don't worry, I'm sure they will pay the bills if that's what you're worried about.”

“We can also have a nice lunch or dinner here but you won't get any gift for your birthday.”

Brenda just rolled her eyes, before pulling her husband's wrist looking for a private section. Since the couple told her their table was separated from the public one, Brenda had a little trouble to find them. Fortunately, a staff came approached them politely and offered help to escort them to the private area.

Harry was the first one who noticed their arrival. He rose from his chair to greet them first, and politely accepted a hug from his girlfriend's mother, before shaking Calvin's hand afterwards. Y/N introduced them all then let Harry pulled the chairs for both of her parents.

“You look handsome as always, Harry.” Brenda winked, “It's nice to meet you again.”

Harry smiled softly, “Thank you. I was ecstatic when I heard you and Mr Y/L/N would come to visit Y/N.”

“Calvin took his leave for a few days and I told him why we don't visit Y/N? And maybe visit her brother too. So, here we are.” Brenda waved her hand playfully, “This place is amazing, anyway.”

In the beginning, Calvin didn't talk much. He let his wife talk with his daughter's boyfriend. Meanwhile, Y/N was rather anxious because Calvin was pretty hard to start a conversation if people didn't know him well. Just like when she brought Elliott, her previous boyfriend, home and introduced them both.

It was obvious for everyone that Harry was charming and easy to talk to. And that was he used. Slowly but careful, he started having a conversation with Calvin. Looking for topics that could keep them in talk. Capturing a mother's heart was an easy task for him, but when it came to a father, he must be careful.

The conversation kept going until the waiters came to bring their dinner. From that time he knew the bond between his girlfriend and her parents was very strong and they had a healthy relationship. It's nice to see the parents were so supportive of their children. Harry was a little jealous for a slight moment because they both were so lovingly towards his lover, unlike him who was hated by his own biological father. But, he was grateful because that was the way it made him now. He wouldn't know if he would meet his Y/N if he wasn't a Styles.

While enjoying the food, Harry and her parents were more engaging in the conversation since Y/N allowed them to get to know Harry better. She knew her mother love him already, but it was a bit difficult when coming from her father.

She was quite surprised. Because in the end, her father seemed impressed with Harry. She could tell from the first her father had a conversation with him. She didn't know why but Calvin always gave a hard impression when meeting his children's lovers and wasn't easy to impress him. And Harry was the first who could make him soft in one meeting. Not because he treated them in an expensive restaurant, her father wasn't that kind of person. She admitted Harry had the charisma and this charm that people easily melted with.

“I remember Brenda said that you're more handsome than me when I was young. And she never shut her mouth close for that.” Calvin said after sipping his wine, “And I can see, why.”

“You're embarrassing me.” Brenda laughed, “But, it's true! If you want to visit us someday, Harry. I'll show you a photo of him when he was a teenager!”

“I would love to.” Harry smiled, “I ber they’re lovely.”

“Swansea may not be as fancy as London but you'll love it. Trust me.” Calvin nodded, “Have you ever been to Wales before?”

“I've been there a couples time for business.” Harry answered, “Next time I'll try to visit as a tourist.”

Y/N couldn't remember the last time she had a long conversation with her parents. She loved the way Harry kept the conversation going among them. Being the person who easily started the talk, made her parents – especially Calvin, engaging effortlessly. They called it a day when she realised it was getting late and her parents had to leave early in the morning. Being the gentlemen he was, Harry offered a ride for them. There was no way he could take Y/N home while her parents left alone.

It was half the ride when Calvin had been watching Y/N sitting in the passenger seat next to Harry who was driving. Maybe the two of them forgot her parents were in the back and they were in their own conversation. Neither Calvin nor Brenda spoke, leaving the young couple preoccupied with themselves. Chuckles and giggles were here and there when Y/N played with Harry's free hand, spinning his rings there or tried to peeling Harry's coated nails. Calvin didn't even aware Harry was wearing nail polish during the dinner.

“They're so cute,” Brenda leaned in – whispering to her husband's ear, “I remember when we were young, so in love.”

“Do you think so?” he mumbled. His eyes sometimes looking in their direction. When Harry had just released his hand from the gear, Y/N had pulled them back to her. He could hear Harry saying what are you doing while wiggling his hand.

“Of course, they are! You can see from the way they're looking at each other.” She scoffed, “Your daughter has grown up.”

Despite he hated to admit it, Calvin could see it all clearly. When they were staring at each other, he saw the spark between them that was hard to explain, but he knew what it was. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't realise they had arrived in front of her daughter's apartment building.

“You guys can go in first. I want to talk with Harry for a bit.” Y/N said with head turning back to look at her parents. Both of Brenda and Calvin nodded, not forget to thank Harry before getting out of the car.

“Thank you for dinner. I could say that my parents really enjoyed it.” She continued after they were alone, “Connor texted me that he hated me because I didn't invite him tonight.”

Harry cackled, “Maybe one day we should treat him a nice lunch or dinner. I've never met him, anyway.”

“Sure. Or maybe we can surprise him by coming to his birthday. He always had a party with his friends.” Y/N frowned, “Usually in the club or he threw a small party at his apartment like a frat night. But, I never came because it was really a frat party.”

“Sounds fun,” he frowned, “I’m being curious.”

There was a pregnant pause before Harry grabbed her small hands to him, he didn't know what she wanted to talk about because at this time both of them didn't say anything.

His hands played with her dainty fingers, comparing their palms together. He laughed over how her hands were so small to his big one. His fingers pinching every tip of her fingers, his thumb running up and down her knuckles up and down.

“Didn't you say earlier you want to talk to me?” he hummed, “Why are your hands so small?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Because you're a giant. And no, I don't really want to talk about something. I just want to enjoy some time with you.”

“Ooh, my girlfriend misses me huh?” he teased, hands still playing with hers. “I'm always here, darling.”

“Yes, I do. Come here, give me a hug!”

Harry grinned before taking his girlfriend to his embrace, wrapping her body with his arms. He didn't know why Y/N had become clingy like this, yet he wasn't lying if he liked it.

“You're so warm,” she snuggled deeper into his neck, “and soft.”

“And you're so small.”

“Because you're a gigantic, H.” She snorted, “You're tall like a giraffe and big like an elephant.”

“Heyy!” he whined, “But, I'm your giraffe.”

Y/N chuckled while her hand gently scratched his ears softly, “Hmm, definitely.”

“Don't squeeze my earlobe!” he warned, his nose stuck to the top of her head, inhaling the remaining fragrance of her shampoo. One that he liked when being close to her was to smell her hair albeit it had been hours since she washed it; still smelt good like she just washed. Not to forget to say her hair and neck were his favourites spot to smell.

“Your hair is getting long.” She spoke while tucking his curls behind his ear, “It's very fluffy.”

“Should I get a haircut?”

Harry felt she was shaking her head, frowning when he didn't catch what Y/N was talking about because she talked in his neck. He could feel her lips move against his skin.

“Louder baby, I can't hear you when you muffled your voice in my neck.”

“It's your hair so it's your choice.” She shrugged, “But, don't trim your curls. I love it against my skin, so soft.”

“I know. You love a little hair touching you down there.”

“Harry!” she swatted his shoulder, detached her body from his. She snorted knowing Harry was holding back his laughter.

“I'm joking, baby.”

“Whatever,” she sighed, “Well, I should get inside before my parents get suspicious. I have to get up early tomorrow to take them to the Paddington.”

“Okay then. Good night, darling.” “Good night, H.”

Both of them leaned into sharing a quick kiss on the lips before Y/N climbed out of the car. Waving to her, Harry watched her get inside before turning the steering wheel to his penthouse. . . . .

It had been two weeks since his lawyer taking care of the unknown messages, and Harry still received the messages every day. Of course, he was pissed why his lawyer couldn't take care of it quickly. The reduction in clients also made his emotions unstable. If in the morning he was so sweet and nice, later in the afternoon he would change drastically. Even the directors were also being his aim if they reported something unpleasant to him. In the end, it was Y/N who tried to intercede for them.

“I'm sorry Maxwell.” Y/N smiled apologetically after one of their directors was scolded by Harry. The man just smiled understandably before excusing himself. She rolled her eyes while closing the door, and turned to face Harry who was staring at her.

She shook her head with her arms folded, “You can't just scold people like that. He did nothing wrong.”

Harry straightened his body, his head tilted to the side while his fingers interlocked on the desk. “I don't like what he just said earlier.”

“Still,” she shook her head, “This world isn't always whatever you like, Marcel.”

“Who?”

“Marcel. You're Marcel.”

Harry arched his eyebrow, “I don't know what you're talking about, darling.”

Y/N stepped closer and slowly pulled the vacant chair in front of Harry's desk. She ventured herself to look into the eyes that had been staring at her. The darker eyes which she didn't recognise, but she had to. She didn't find Harry there. Just someone she didn’t knew, was borrowing her boyfriend’s place and act up at will.

“Don't lie to me.” She deadpanned, “I can recognise you, Marcel.”

She had recognised him since Harry began to raise his tone and speaking much faster. At that moment, she was also aware that the eyes weren't bright like usual. From that moment, she knew that Marcel who was with her.

Harry, or Marcel smiled widely before shaking his head, hands clapping for her. He looked at the woman in front of him while leaning his back against the chair, “No wonder why Harry likes you. You're not easy to be fooled.”

“Well then, smart lady. Now, I'm here. What do you want?” he continued.

“Can you be more civil? No need to scold people if there are a few things you don't like. You make Harry look bad in the eyes of others.”

“But that makes him respected by people, right?” he frowned, his dark eyes stared straight to her. He grinned when Y/N didn't answer him.

“I know you both can't be separated. Does Harry ever bother you? So, please help him.” She sighed, “You can be angry with the right person. But, don't do that to innocent people.”

“Maybe Harry doesn't tell you, darling. But, I'm here to help him become a tougher person. He can't just give up. He can't.. and I won't let him being underestimated by everyone. I won't let people do that to me. You should know that.” Marcel scoffed, “It's enough for us to have a bad past. It's time for the future to bow to me.”

“I understand your feelings, Marcel.” Y/N whispered, “But, please... It won't end if you still like this.”

She flinched when Marcel hit the desk, made it shaking until some books fell. Y/N cursed herself for saying such things like that, and now her guts shrank. Carefully, she peeked at Marcel’s face. The man looked even more furious, his expression was so different. For a second, she couldn’t believe this man was Harry, yet it was the truth.

“Don't dare to talk if you don't know anything, Y/N.” He growled, “You're lucky you have Harry to protect you, if not, you're the one who I'll throw with a book to.”

Her shoulder slumped as she exhaled. With unsteady steps, she left Marcel who was still sitting on in his chair without saying any words. Her steps stopped when she opened the door. She looked back – staring at Marcel from her shoulder.

“Don't forget to take the medicine, Harry.” . . . .

Y/N began to worry because Marcel became more frequent. She had tried to talk with Harry, but it seemed that his emotions were all over the place making it difficult for him to balance himself. There had been small progress regarding the messages although Harry or Marcel was annoyed because the process wasn't fast as he wanted.

Now, seeing Harry bickering all day wasn't strange to her and the employees. They knew their clients were dropping like flies while Y/N tried to keep Harry from yelling to all employees.

“What is he doing right now?!” he growled while staring at the few people in front of him with a distressed look. Harry was infuriated, but he kept his composure so Marcel wouldn't switch place with him right now. He couldn't let people see Marcel took over his place right in front of their eyes, enough for him to let Marcel use his body to release his anger.

Y/N who sat on his right side could only pinch her temple while shaking her head; exhausted with several cases that hit Erskine and Harry. Later that afternoon, she was told that both Harry's and Erskine's lawyers, would come to the office because there was new news surfaced, and the outcome would be far more critical.

“It’s not about Dale,” Allen slowly shifting his iPad for Harry to look over the screen, “You won't like this, Harry. This just spread wide this morning. And some online news sites already contained the article.”

Flexing his jaw, his ringed finger taking the iPad unsurely. Exchanging the look with his lawyer, Harry began to look at the screen. First, he didn’t quite understand what was going to unfold before him. After a few seconds, his eyes widened, forehead frowning deeply. Meanwhile, Y/N kept watching Harry's expression while he saw something that she could say; terrible. His face turned pale with lips slightly parted. He quickly pushed back the iPad not long after, both his hands rubbing his face in wroth. He took a deep breath while biting his lips, he wanted to explode right now but he couldn't. Deep down inside his heart, he was trying to calm himself down if he didn't want Marcel yell at them.

“Who spread the video?”

“The Sun, BuzzFeed, and DailyMail so far.”

“Sue them.” Harry ordered after one of Erskine's legal team spoke, “Sue whoever spreads the video, no matter who. And find the woman in the video.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows when she heard the word woman came out from his mouth. What happened? What video was that?

“I'll call you later.” He said when both his lawyer and Erskine's said nothing. Both Mr Jones and Mr Darmot who were the legal team of Erskine nodded before excusing themselves. He promised them to send email regarding that matter.

“Is there any progress upon your investigation about the messages?”

“Your assumption is right, Harry. Dale Jespersen indeed is the culprit. We have gathered the evidence and will immediately report this to the police.” Allen answered, “But, he didn't do that alone.”

Harry scoffed, “Of course, he did. I also won't be surprised if he did that with an insider.”

“All right. I'll file the documents tomorrow and I'll tell you afterwards. But, I'm sure he will pay the fines instead of having to make this case running long.”

“Right then, I'll text you later regarding the video.”

Harry let out a huff of air after Allen leaving his office. His head tilted back with eyes looking at the ceiling, his thumb and index finger pinching his nose bridge. If he had aware, Y/N paid attention to every his gestures. She didn't know who was there. He looked calmer and had a balance to control his emotions.

“May I ask you something?”

He lowered his head, didn't aware that his girlfriend had been there the whole time. She made no sound during the meeting making him forget about her presence. Before he answered, he looked at her carefully. He read her facial expression; she looked confused yet curious.

“Why are you being formal like that?”

“Because I don't know who you are.”

Harry chuckled at that, “I'm Harry. Your Harry.”

She squinted her eyes, before pushing her chair closer to Harry. Now, only the two of them in the meeting room that had almost all the walls were glass. She must be careful if anyone passed by. Y/N grabbed his face with her palms, look closer at his face.

“Yes, you're H.” she hummed and let go of his face.

“I'm sorry if Marcel was too often here. I was mad and weak at the same time so he took the opportunity.” He shrugged, “So, what do you want to ask?”

“About what we talked earlier,” she started, “What video were you talking about? You were pale when you saw the video. But, I'm weird seeing you look calmer.”

“I don't know, honestly. I was furious, yes. But, there was a feeling I should try to be calmer. Maybe because I've rested a lot, so I could be stronger to defend myself from Marcel.”

She didn't want to go further than that, who knows Marcel will appear if she kept asking for him. This was quite surprising because it wasn't Marcel there, but Harry. Harry was the one who growled, not Marcel. She was glad, at least he could balance his temper earlier and not let his shadow be there. This was a good step for him, of course.

“You haven't answered my first question, H.” asked her, “What's wrong with the video?”

“Harry?” she demanded when he said nothing. Y/N was getting suspicious that there was something he didn't want to say. She might not ask, yet from the way he reacted earlier, it was something serious.

“I actually don't want to talk about this to you. Yet, I'm sure when you exit this room, you'll know the answer from the internet. And I don't want you to know from others.” He emitted a rough breath, reluctant to talk about this since it was a disgrace of his past.

“Is that.. That bad?”

“Very.”

“Should I be worry?”

“Of course.”

She frowned. What did happen? Was the situation getting worse?

“Allen and the Erskine's legal team came with a video that's now widely spread in the public. If you heard, some online media had to post the video and articles about that. The video happened a long time ago when I was in university for my bachelor's degree.” He sighed, “I don't know what to say at this moment. I'm ashamed and don't know what to do.”

Y/N thought with the worst possibility. What students would do when they were in university and chose to record it? Doing drugs? Made a racist comment? Insulting the government?

“Well, the video is a sex tape of me and my girlfriend at that moment. I think it was in our second year.”

“Pardon?” she frowned deeply when hearing his explanation. She didn't expect that kind of answer to come out from his mouth. A sex tape? Really?

“I know, I know it's bad.” He winced, “The video itself is bad, I admit. But, it's not like the videos in PornHub I swear.”

She was speechless – didn't know how to react. Her brain was thinking hard right now. Her eyes now shifted to the table in front of her, yet the stare was blank. She respired hardly while leaning her back against the leather chair. A sex tape should be personal documentation if they chose to record it, not be a public consumption. But who was spreading it out? Harry couldn't possibly keep that and he wouldn't be that careless. Could it be his ex-girlfriend?

Hold on.

This would be a new problem not only for Harry, but for Erskine too. She couldn’t understand the few problems that he faced now. All started from his arrest some time ago. She hadn’t realised that she had been in reverie too long when Harry called her name several times.

“May I see the video?” her hoarse voice filled with uncertainty. She wanted to see the video but she doubted if she could bear to see it. She wasn’t sure of the request she had just said. Her mind was confused and bothered by the fact that her boyfriend once recorded his sexual activity. In all sudden, she remembered Victoria’s word.

The woman was right. He did record his intercourse with a former girlfriend, yet she didn’t know if he always used to do that. She couldn’t jump into conclusion yet, and she couldn’t prevent what had happened in the past. In his past.

“I don’t have them on me but I can ask Allen to send me right now.” He murmured, “But, are you sure? I can’t even let my eyes to watch them twice.”

Y/N knew his worries. He didn’t want that thing to ruin their relationship – again. Enough for her with Marcel, he didn’t want to drag her to his past problems. But, this was the consequences. If you’ve been dating someone, you would definitely also get into their past. Like it or not.

“I have to see it so I can anticipate the impact that will come, H. The public will know and so with the clients since it has published with some media. At least we have to plan something to overcome it.” She halted, “I won’t judge you, H. I’m not blaming you and your past over the sex tape, which I regret why your ex-girlfriend could be so careless to let it leak to the public.”

“Why do you believe she was the one who leaks it?”

“I just think one of you both kept it and I believe you’re not the one. It could be her, or maybe she shared the video with someone else. I don’t know.”

“And you’re accusing her.”

“Excuse me, Harry?” she stared him in disbelieve. Harry just pointed her of accusing his ex-girlfriend when she didn’t. She just talked about possibilities. She trusted Harry more than anyone. She only remembered the words of Victoria who began to eat her trust.

“First of all, I’m not accusing your ex-girlfriend. And the second, I don’t want to argue with you and make you angry so that Marcel who I’ll face – nope.” Y/N stressed her words, “Just let me watch your sex tape so I know what to do.”

“Because, H. I’m exhausted of Marcel so I want him not to take over your body again at this critical moment.”

Harry didn’t say anything, he just immediately called Allen to send the video. When they received the record, she asked him to watch it together even though Harry quickly refused in the beginning, He felt extremely embarrassed by his behaviour at the time. The tape was five minutes long and it was intense. Harry didn’t show his genital but the woman's bare chest was everywhere. Yes, their entire body wasn’t exposed but it still made her uncomfortable. They seemed to enjoy it very much and no doubt or worry was shown when the recording was made. She could clearly identify Harry right away and the lady was pretty. Y/N felt she had seen the woman somewhere but she couldn't put a finger on it. He was rocking the woman so hard made the headboard banging loudly against the wall. Their naked top was on display but the duvet covered them from his waist until down. They were so loud made she could feel their intensity. It all made sense when Allen muted the sound when Harry watched it because their moans were quite embarrassing. She shoved his mobile phone away when the tape reached its end.

“I don't know what to say.” She shook her head, “Delete that shit right away. We don’t know if someone can hack your phone and make it look like you own that.”

“I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable. I promise to work it out.” He pledged, “But please don’t think another way on me. I’m already exhausted of all this shit and I want you by my side to support me.”

Harry was scared if she would leave him. Hell, he even worried if she would change the way she looked at him. He was reckless and naughty back in his younger year. He was just like any other teenager who liked to try new things but he hadn’t thought the consequences would go this far. He didn’t expect the sex tape would be a backfire for him.

“That shit is disgusting, I can’t lie.” She squinted her eyes, “It was your past that can’t be changed, H. What we can do is stop the video’s spreading and think of you, and Erskine. I just have this feeling in my guts tomorrow we’ll have some phone calls from the clients.” She paused, then looking at him with inexplicable gaze, “I’m sorry if I sound selfish – always talking about the company. But, that what we must do as soon as possible so all the possibilities that will maybe happen can be prevented. I want us to figure it out together instead of having a screaming Marcel.”

“I understand.” He sighed, “I know Marcel wouldn’t help for any situation like this. All he would do is yelling and blaming everyone.”

She nodded, “Okay then. What should I do?”

For a little awhile, Harry didn’t utter a word. Many things were spinning in his head right now. His soul and mind were torn apart, and it made him uncomfortable. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything. In the silence, he glanced a little at Y/N, seeing his lover seemed busy with her own daydream. Her face looked gloomy and burdened, the twinkle in her eyes dimmed. Harry was sad, it was all caused by him.

When Harry cursed his folly, Y/N was thinking. After all of this, then what would happen?

She won’t lie, she would be reminded of the tape every time she saw Harry albeit it was only a faint memory. She didn’t sure, would this make them stronger? Or?

Her boyfriend had a lot of unexpected things, and Y/N didn’t know if she’d always going to be up for it.

All she knew, her heart would always open to all the flaws that Harry had.

No matter what.

She hoped. . . Please excuse some errors Talk to me :)

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sergeanttpoliteness · 6 years ago

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➹teenage vows➹(peter b. parker x fem!reader)

Requested by anon➝ hi!! is it alright to request some peter b parker x fem!reader confession/proposal scene? tysm ❤❤

It’s time Peter caught up to some promises he made long ago. Like, embarrassingly long ago.

word count: 6k

a/n: hello! hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day bc u deserve it. just a heads up, but i think i’m gonna post a lot slower bc school starts tomorrow (pls kill me) and i gotta work hard if i want to get in a good college, y’know. gross. but anyway, i hope whoever requested it likes it! i had so much fun writing it and it’s rlly sweet and short, my heart is warm. i promise i’ll be uploading part 2 of one make out session next, idk when but i’m working on it (: enjoy!

It was moments like these— the ones where you flashed him teary smile, and reassured him that you didn't mind him leaving you for the night to go and save the city desperate for his protection— that Peter desired to pause the outside world just so it could be you and you only; no agonizing battles, no villains tearing him to pieces, no delinquents threatening the safety of others when they could barely even withstand a punch. Because just as much as everyone else, you needed him; and as guilty as it made him feel, he pondered the possibility of putting away the mantle of the Spiderling for a single night as he perched on the window sill hesitating, wearing his suit, his mask not fully on yet. But you both knew no such thing was an option whilst the news played loudly in the background, the piercing wails of the police sirens multiplying with each passing moment. You simply grasped the fabric and covered his face, smirking as you slowly walked away from the aperture. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy." You couldn't see it, but he grinned behind his disguise, for that nickname which would've bothered him if it'd come from someone else's mouth had set his heart ablaze ever since you two were just some kids; and the flare persisted, even as fervent bodies molded into jaded souls, beaten down by the colossal waves of changes and cataclysms that collided into you one after another.

That day you'd been victim of too many tides.

The evening that unfolded wasn't the one Peter planned. Not at all. Life was anything but a fairy tale; his surely wasn't close to being one, but he'd conjure that magic— transform reality into a children's book with your arms around his neck, his around your waist, your lips close, a soft amorous graze, your living room as the ballroom as you two gently swayed until the clock struck midnight. He'd plotted all the details, from the scent of the candles to every compliment he'd utter. Perhaps he worried too much, but it's what your love demanded, what you deserved, a happily ever after, and he'd oblige the heavens to bring you just that. More calamities were what the cosmos had in mind for you and Peter, though, a sour reality-shattering reminder of how nonsensical wasting time in dreaming of that fairy story was.

The first blow hit you (quite literally) just minutes after you woke up, and Peter accidentally knocked a cupboard into your nose. 'How was your morning?' Your coworker asked, the steaming vapor of her coffee clouding her glasses. You went cross-eyed as you glanced down at the gauze on your nose, briefly recalling the previous events— gushing blood, too much for your liking, maybe a broken nose, who knows, and a string of Peter's apologies flying at you at the speed of light as he placed the bandage over your wound. You wore a tight-lipped smile and shrugged while you were unabashedly dishonest— 'oh, you know, same old'. Yeah, because your boyfriend unintentionally breaking your nose (it's not broken, you insisted) was a normal thing, right? Then came the second slap to your face as a revelation; remembrance dawned upon you, your speeding brain screeching to a halt, and you sighed into your hands. It was you and Peter's two year anniversary.

The man spent the entirety of his work blasting himself; it hadn't slipped his memory, unlike you (which was a surprise, seeing how your enthusiasm the day prior could easily be compared to a child's in a candy store), but after his imbecility and shame, how could he not forget to kiss your forehead and bring you breakfast to your bed as a sweet morning surprise the same way you did last year? It didn't stop there— oh, no, it did not— for then came the third inconvenience of the day: goddamn Jameson went on another rant about him— or well, Spider-Man; not a phenomenon, really, you get used to it, but it was at the worst time possible. He timed it: fifteen whole minutes of his booming voice and curses, 'more pictures of the menace!' or whatever, as if Peter didn't already feel ludicrous enough while taking pictures of himself, or the twenty pictures scattered across his boss' desk were a meager effort. An unwanted setback, although he arrived back home nevertheless, scurrying to your bedroom and clumsily removing his clothes along the way. Suit? Check. Clean-shaven face? Check. That one fragrance which turned you on? Check that, too. Roses?

"Ah, shit." He muttered as he took the cooking pot from the cabinet. Roses. Stupid Jameson and his obsession with Spidey— he forgot to stop by the flower shop. It was alright, though, he could deal with it; no flowers? No problem. Just... the food needed to be good, restaurant-type of cuisine, and taking in mind he wasn't a terrific cook, it'd be quite the challenge. Peter lit the lighter, his hand on the stove's knob, prepared to ignite the burner, but he swore it'd suddenly come to life and taunted him, laughed at his upcoming defeat. He narrowed his eyes at the object, somewhat intimidated, when the front door slammed open. He peered up at the clock hanging on the wall. You were back ahead of time, a lot earlier than he'd anticipated; he didn't even have all the ingredients out yet. He alleviated the clutching in his chest with a deep breath before rushing over to the small portable stereo (you two really needed an upgrade), his finger pressing down on a button. He was satisfied with the soft tunes from the random jazz station and scratched the back of his neck as he went to greet you.

"Hey! You're... early." Saying that your appearance was rough would've been uncalled for, but your scowl and glossy eyes kindled that concern in the pit of his stomach. It was another punch, one that caught him off guard as he frowned and immediately wrapped his arms around you. "Hey, what's wrong?" His worry evoked a pang of guilt in you, and you thought about pulling away, but you couldn't, instead digging your nose deeper into the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just..." You reassured, your tense shoulders relaxing since God, you could breathe in that cologne of his, and he smelled so good. "You look hot."

You sensed his breath catch in his throat before he chuckled, rubbing the small of your back. "I'm glad you think that, but let's talk about you, alright?" You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling weakly when he placed a careful kiss on your temple. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head.

"I got a speeding ticket. Two hundred."

Fifth strike.

He blinked, processing your confession, his eyes slowly growing big. "Two hundred?!" You were expecting it; it was a normal reaction, yet you squirmed, flailing your hands as you attempted to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry—"

"Why? How?"

"I'm sorry," You repeated, your hands on top of your head. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe I'm so dumb, and we were saving for the trip but I just fucking ruined it. You deserve a vacation, Pete, I'm so sorry I'm like this." You spoke fast, pulling at your hair with frustration as you walked back and forth in front of him.

"Y/N..." He sighed, upset, of course, but forgiving. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It was just a mistake and we'll get through it, okay?" Your pacing ceased, skepticism crossing your face. "Yeah! The vacation can wait just for a bit. It'll be even more rewarding, anyway." He said with a beam, cupping your cheeks. You didn't know where the rare optimism came from, but you laughed at your lover, the remorse fortifying because you truly did not deserve the tolerance. On the spur of the moment, your fingers threaded through his hair and you pulled him in, urgent lips against his own soft ones. He couldn't help the subtle moan he emitted, dazed by your sudden lust as you spilled all your fervor and hunger into him; all emotion drained from every one of your cells, your fist gripping his jacket, tugging him as close to you as possible, bodies flush together, wrinkling the formerly smooth fabric, yet it wasn't enough.

His hand sneaked inside your shirt, riding up your back; but he paused and groaned, breaking apart from your blissful mouth. "After dinner, but right now I need you to help me because I haven't even gotten started with the food yet." He panted, abstaining from flinging all his cares far away and caving into your luring warmth to please you. Your mouth curved into a smile and you rolled your eyes, pushing him toward the kitchen.

He immediately got back to work, filling the large pot with water, but you stopped at the entrance and glanced down at your outfit. "I should get changed, shouldn't I?"

Peter turned around, shamelessly eyeing your body with desire. "You look perfect." You snorted.

"Peter, you're wearing a suit and I'm still in my work clothes."

"Maybe I... overdid it a bit?" He admitted with a bashful twitch of his lips. He took off his suit jacket, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows while you stole his discarded coat. He didn't notice until you put it on, quirking a brow. "You playing dress up or what?"

"This is it. This is what I'm gonna wear." You declared, raising your arms to show off your glorious look."

Peter bit his lip, a grin breaking out across his face, staring at you as if you were a divine entity, the physical proof of the existence of the heavens above as you straightened the creases. "You look silly." Adorable, he corrected himself internally.

"Nuh-uh, sir, I look hot." You scoffed, although you didn't look silly nor hot, but rather like a little kid who went through an exploration in his father's closet. You'd made up your mind, though; sacrificing a good-looking outfit sounded thousands of times better than actually making the effort to appear decent. You finished your five-second fashion exhibition before a full-blown runway commenced when your stomach rumbled, and summoned your inner chef, standing beside Peter. "You deal with the pasta, I'm gonna pick the salad because there's no way to mess that up."

"I'm the fuck-up, so shouldn't it be the other way around?" He muttered, and as if on cue, he almost spilled the dry pasta noodles all over the counter after miscalculating his strength and tore the bag open. His eyes drifted to you, and just like he predicted, you sported a judgmental expression. "I've got it."

"I dunno, I feel like if I give you a knife you're gonna somehow accidentally stab me." You chuckled, gesturing to the knife in your grasp. His face twisted with remorse. "I'm not feeling so lucky today."

"How's, uh, how's your nose doing?" He questioned, fault gnawing on him. It was the third time the man asked you, the first one being before you left for work, and the remaining a phone call and message during your shift. You, indubitably, told him everything was splendid, as if you didn't almost cry from the pain right after you waved goodbye to him and closed your front door.

"It's okay," You shrugged, despite the sting in the bridge of your nose. "Yeah, you know, it doesn't really hurt. Okay, no, that's a lie— it hurts a bit, but it's not something I can't handle."

"I'm so, so sorry I broke your nose. That was a really dick move."

"It's not broken!" You corrected him, pointing your finger at him. "It's fine. Don't worry, it just looks broken."

"If it looks broken, then it's broken."

"Since when are you a doctor?"

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he added the pasta to the boiling water. "Y/N, getting my nose broken is my second job."

"Okay, whatever. I've heard the word 'broken' enough times today." You giggled, but then nibbled on your cheek while you began to slice a tomato. "Hey, I need to tell you something."

He swallowed, his throat all of a sudden dry. He opened his mouth to speak, but the abrupt ringing of his phone drove his attention to the device. "Hold on," He took it out of his pocket, his brows knitting together as he checked the screen. Your chest tightened after you sneaked a glimpse of the caller ID. "MJ? Hi!" He greeted, his voice way too cheery and his gaze still on you.

Your chopping came to a halt and you settled the knife on the cutting board. Her voice was clear, audible, yet you couldn't properly distinguish any of her words. Peter hummed as you held onto the counter, your knuckles turning white when his features broke out into a wide grin. "That's great! See, I told you you'd get through it."

Get through it, you reiterated in your head, the sixth wave crashing into your hot-blooded body.

"Yeah... yeah. You too. Night." He finally hung up, and your hand found itself on your hip.

"MJ?" You inquired, your eyebrows raised. He resumed his cooking, his phone forgotten on the countertop and you shot daggers at it.

"Yeah, she just wanted to tell me something."

"Tell you something?"

A crease appeared between his eyebrows and he looked at you sideways, confused. "A problem she fixed."

"Huh. I see." You grumbled, your brows scrunched together. Peter turned to face you, folding his arms across his chest.

"What?"

You met his stare. "What?"

"You're annoyed. I can tell."

"I'm not annoyed." You countered, squinting.

"Yeah, you are, 'cause you're doing that thing with your eyebrows—" He waved his hand, motioning toward your face. You mirrored his stance, doing exactly what he pointed out. "They get really expressive when you're mad."

"Suddenly, there's something wrong with my eyebrows?" You knew you were reaching, but the irritation dominated your mouth. Peter stammered in disbelief, briskly shaking his head.

"What?! Y/N, I did not say that at all."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, your lips tight until you were talking again. "You know, I just think it's kinda weird."

Peter looked heavenward, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, here we go." He took in a deep breath, peeved. "What?"

"How you and Mary Jane have been calling each other so much lately." You mumbled, hugging yourself.

"What about it?"

Now you were the incredulous one. "What about it? Peter, it's weird."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, but explain why." He said, exasperated.

Your jaw tightened and you picked up the knife before restarting with the slashing of the food, your hold of the tool harsh. "I don't really need to explain myself."

"Well, I want you to!"

"Alright, you want to know why it's weird? You want me to tell you?" Your tone grew louder.

"Yes, please! Go on!" Peter nodded, voice equally as bitter. You scraped the sliced tomatoes off of the cutting board with the knife, careless about where they landed, and clutched a second vegetable.

"She's your ex." You hissed. He had to momentarily walk away, although not too far considering the restricted place. He rubbed his face, holding up two fingers with his other hand.

"That was two years ago. Almost three."

"Your ex-wife!"

"I know what she is, Y/N, but there's no need to be worried. There's a reason why it didn't work out."

"It's kinda hard not to worry when she's calling you all the time, apparently telling you about all the problems in her life and who knows what else. I bet you call her to complain about me, or something." You poked his chest with a pickle.

He pushed the cucumber away with his finger, laughing. "Oh my god, you're being so ridiculous right now."

"I'm allowed to be ridiculous right now!" You shouted, slamming the green edible on the piece of wood.

"We're just friends! I can't even believe I have to say this!"

You shot him a sneer. "How can you just be friends with your ex?"

"Well, that's what we were after we broke up the first time, no?" He claimed, his forehead creased. You grew quiet and weakly dug the blade into the cucumber.

"That's different, I was your best friend. I am your best friend." You whispered, but he wasn't taking it.

He tilted his head back, his eyes closed. "It's really not different."

"It is!" You persisted, "We were kids, and I was friends with Gwen, so obviously it's not like I even thought about trying something."

"You think MJ is trying something?"

You blinked furiously, lifting one shoulder. "You know we never got along that well!"

Peter took a step closer to you, holding himself up with his hand on the counter. "She wouldn't ever do that, Y/N, no matter how bad things are between you two." You rolled your eyes.

"How would you know?"

God, you truly were driving him crazy. He began to tap his foot, groaning. "How would I know? How would I know? We were together for sixteen years, I know a lot more than you do!"

"Sixteen years, no way there still wouldn't be some sort of feelings." You lowly told yourself, but he still listened. He squeezed his hands closed and his view landed on the bundle of bananas inside a basket. He ripped one, peeling it open and taking a large bite, his infuriation pushing him to stress-eat. You heard him exclaim, as if he'd managed to remember an idea long repressed.

"What about that one guy you're always talking with? Thomas, was it?" He began, his mouth full. You whispered 'oh my god' as he swallowed before continuing. "You two dated, didn't you?"

You placed your hand on your chest, unbelieving that he decided to complain about the most insignificant guy in your relationship. "Peter, he's my coworker."

"Well, it's kinda hard not to worry!" He mocked you, flailing his arm.

"Fucking hell."

"He's all attractive and shit, with his eight-pack, expensive car, and twenty dogs. Real boyfriend material, huh?" He clenched his teeth, his hands trembling with the overwhelming jealousy.

You peered up at him, your eyes soft. "I would never hurt you like that."

"Exactly!" He gently held your shoulders, hopeful that you finally understood you absurd your worries were. "Neither would I! Ever."

"You broke up with me once, why would you not do it again?!" You shoved his hands off of you. Despair clawed at your heart, poisoned your insides with its foul venom, constricting your lungs, wetting your eyes.

Your words and crestfallen features subsided his fury, like a powerful breeze extinguishing a flickering candle, a gleam of sunlight reaching out through heavy sullen clouds, clearing his sight. His face fell, his fingers twitching, aching to touch you. "Y/N..."

You cracked, lost control, lashed out all your anguish on the food you cut. "You left me for Gwen! After three years!" Your cutting sped up, loud and quick clanks echoing across the room. "You said you loved me! A-and I believed you!" You sobbed, yet no tears would spill; only built up rage as you snagged a second tomato and stabbed it harder, the blade dangerously close to your finger.

"You're gonna hurt yourself." Peter warned, watching as you ignored him and only went faster, harder, your hand beginning to cramp up.

"But then you didn't love me, you loved her, and everything you said became complete bullshit and just lies! All those stupid promises and your fucking vows," You couldn't see anymore, your vision too blurry, but you didn't slow down. "What was I supposed to do other than just be happy for you? Because I had to be a good friend, and I just wanted you to be happy—"

"Y/N—"

You felt the knife close to your finger. "And what if it happens again? Mary Jane is perfect, you two were perfect; maybe one day you'll regret you chose me at the end—" Peter's hand shot out and captured the knife. You closed your mouth and blinked your tears away, your eyes then growing wide, for the blade hung right above your finger.

He moved it to the side and away from your resting hand, his grasp shaky. "I told you you were gonna hurt yourself." He breathed out.

The radio remained barely audible before, almost as if its presence were missing, but as silence overtook the room— heavy, asphyxiating, weighing down on both of you, crushing you with no mercy— it made your skull pulse. You laid the cutting tool back down, your gaze fixed ahead of you.

"My boss laid me off today." You saw through your peripheral vision how his head jerked up. "That's why I got back home early. And why I got the speeding ticket." You revealed, ashamed. Peter gulped, trying to dive to the surface, float in the flooded wreckage you two were trapped in.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? It's not your fault." You looked at him, but it was quick. "And it's not my fault, either. I guess the trip will have to wait longer than we expected." You sadly joked.

He didn't say anything. He simply approached you, slowly and quiet, and soon his arms were around you. You grew weak to his embrace and squeezed him, inhaling deeply, holding back the tears once again that day— you didn't even know, really, you'd lost count.

The universe wouldn't hand you the quietude you had craved so easily, though, because without warning, Peter began to usher you far from the stove. "Wait, wha—" A bang cut you off and you yelped while Peter unconsciously pulled you closer to him. You heard clinking, a shattering sound as something rained over the floor. You both slowly glanced back, still hugging each other.

"What the hell?" You gasped when you saw the large crack running up the stove top, various small ones branching out from it, and glass littering almost all of your kitchen. Peter's body shook and you stared up at his nervous grin.

"I told you we had the change the stove."

You two began to laugh— not a normal response to your stove exploding, indeed; perhaps it was an odd way to cope with the pain, but Peter ran his fingers through his hair as he chuckled.

"I should've listened." You smiled at him, and your mind turned to mush when he returned the expression.

"Good evening, everyone— I'm sorry to interrupt, I know that tonight is 'only music' night." The music ended and a dopey voice spoke instead; a guy who'd most definitely hit a few too many blunts.

"What kind of station did you chose?" You asked your boyfriend, your face scrunched up. He shrugged, just as clueless as you were.

"I don't know, it was on when I switched on the radio." However, your ears perked up when the man carried on.

"Just in case you haven't watched the news yet, I wanted to tell you to please stay away from Times Square. There's some crazy stuff going on there, man, it's nuts, and the police are arriving on the scene. But..." Peter looked at you, his eyes sad with guilt. Realization hit you like a truck, your heart almost stopping.

It was the final straw.

"No... no, please, Pete." You started to breathe heavily, your lower lip trembling. He held your hands, kissing your knuckles apologetically.

"I'm so sorry." The tears flowed free, and it broke him further.

"Everything's been going wrong today, p-please, I don't want anything bad happening to you." You begged. But he was already leaving the kitchen, and you yelled out a frustrated curse. You ran to the living room, searching for the remote control, then fell to your knees as you saw it under the coffee table, instantly snatching it. You desperately wiggled the remote when it didn't work, but moments later the TV lit up, and you jumped from channel to channel, seeking for the news. You raised your hand up to your mouth, your shoulders shuddering from the horrific footage— the hopelessness, the explosions, the fire. You heard the first siren outside.

You felt a tender hand on your shoulder, the indication of what you feared the most, of the dreaded goodbye lurking in all your nightmares. You were fully submerged into the screen, enough that you hadn't noticed Peter standing behind you. "This was not the night I planned." He said, staring down at the ground. " We were gonna have a nice dinner, maybe even dance like you enjoy to do sometimes, and then... I don't know, but I'm sorry. You deserved it." He confessed, sorrowful and sincere.

You placed your hand on his hard chest, over the spider emblem of his suit. You didn't waste any time and kissed him, a passion different from earlier; different from the arousal, the heat at the pit of your stomach, the goosebumps spreading all over your skin. Now it was just as forceful, just as needy, but it tasted like innocent affection, like a refuge for a terrified child from a spine-chilling thunderstorm, the assurance that the downpour would pass. You cherished every second, the way he clung onto your waist with as much urgency, his breathing as he ended what he hoped was just another kiss and not the last one. It tore you down to nothingness, but it's what you signed up for the moment you fell in love with him, and you truly did not regret it. Never.

Your foreheads rested against each other, your hands trailing up to his shoulders. "Happy two year anniversary." He grinned. You pecked him one last time.

"Happy two year anniversary."

It was the usual routine: he went to the window, putting his mask over his head, not bothering to brush away his hair, and he looked back at you. Stay, you both thought as you followed him. You held yourself back, though, for you knew that if you asked him to, he would. You tugged his mask down, covering his face. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy. I love you." His white eyes were wide, taking you in wholly.

"I love you, too."

You undid the button of Peter's suit jacket for the twentieth time in a row, the action a momentary consolation as your eyes lingered on the flat screen; however, your mind drifted away somewhere in the vastness of space, distant from the images and your solitary apartment, revolving around a certain man you couldn't help but worry about. The broadcast should've been enough to relieve your fidgeting and the iciness that ran through your veins, because just like always, the superhero had saved the day, but you wouldn't ease into satisfaction until you had Peter in your arms— safe and sound, alive. That comfort arrived in the form of the window sliding open, and you jumped off your seat, wrapping your arms around your torso, watching as the red and blue figure slipped inside. He closed the window, holding his side, and he removed his mask with a swift motion, strands of hair sticking up while others fell graciously. You repressed the shocked gasp at his appearance; his bleeding and swollen lip, the cut running up his forehead, his nose which now looked just like yours if not a bit worse, and the forming bruise on his cheek.

You ran up to him and hugged him tightly. As gentle as you tried to be, it still hurt, but he didn't voice his pain. "I'm proud of you. You did great." You kissed his shoulder. He mumbled a 'yay!' and you let out a weak laugh, carefully pulling his arm. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

He tugged you back into him, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. "No."

Your eyebrows rose, confusion overtaking your face. "What?"

"Our date is not over yet."

You sucked in a breath, ignoring his ridiculous statement— he'd definitely received a rough blow to his head. "Peter, it's late, you need some rest—"

"Just, please." He urged. "Trust me." He bore his eyes burning with need into yours, frowning.

It was unbelievable, how Peter B. Parker could ask you to dress up as a hot dog and breakdance in the middle of the street and you'd comply, simply because it's what he wanted. You're weak, you told yourself, your hand in Peter's as you strolled down the pathway of the park; although you did force him to sit down and let you patch him up earlier, for only the man thought there was nothing wrong with leaving the house looking like you just came back from the fight club— ‘it's gonna heal soon’, he would whine as the roles reversed and you smoothed the gauze over his nose. He limped slightly while he picked a flower from a bush, another one for the growing collection in his fist, and you groaned loudly.

"Parker, seriously, I wouldn't have minded if we'd stayed back at home. Our anniversary doesn't need to be perfect." You said, expecting it'd knock some sense into him. He remained stubborn, though, inspecting the plants he held.

"Oh man, you said 'Parker', you must be serious." He wore a crooked smile and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Look, the day was far from perfect, so at least I want it to end well."

"I mean, this place is really nice." You acknowledged as you both stopped to admire a cherry blossom tree. Peter glanced sideways at you, his mouth twitching.

"Do you remember when we planned our wedding?"

You looked back at him and you both cringed, laughing after. "Ah, we did that, didn't we?" You crinkled your nose, recalling the night you and Peter lied on your twin bed; surrounded by heavy textbooks and colorful notes with illegible writing, in a haze from all the studying that you two started to make big, naive plans for a distant future, your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"It was cute at the moment, but now that I think back, it was really stupid." He laughed. You swiped away the fallen flowers of the tree with your foot, nostalgia showering over you.

"Yeah... I wonder what sixteen-year-old me would think about thirty-eight-year-old me. Probably would be disappointed. At least she'd be happy I'm with you, though." You admitted softly, your skin prickling. "That's something her and I have in common."

Peter flashed you a half-smile. "Really?"

"Yeah," You grinned back, your eyes darting down to the petals he plucked. "Hey, don't kill it! What did it ever do to you?"

"It looked at me the wrong way." He smiled, shrugging. "I'm just nervous, that's it."

"What, you playing 'does she love me, does she love me not'?" You fluttered your eyelashes, the back of your hand on your forehead. He bit his lip, snickering, but then went poker-faced.

"It's a really serious game, Y/N." Your body lit up with laughter and he moved to face you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared at you. "I want you to know that everything I said back then wasn't a lie. I meant every 'I love you' and promise I made."

You shoved your hands inside the pockets of his suit jacket (you probably should have changed, you realized), shifting your weight from one foot to another. "Pete, I know." You took out one hand to squeeze his bicep. "Forget everything I said earlier, alright? The jealousy just got to me and I said some dumb shit."

He shook his head, his fingers curling around your wrist. "No, but... I really did. And I've been thinking lately th-that maybe things with MJ didn't just work out because I was scared to have kids. I love you, Y/N. It's always been that way."

"Peter..." You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb, your heart glowing. "I love you, too."

"I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner."

You lifted a brow, puzzled. "Do what?" Your confusion dissolved when he dug his hand into his pocket, the color draining out of your face as he revealed a blue velvet box. You took a step back in disbelief, your hand cupping your cheek. "Parker, I swear to God."

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this moment." His voice wavered with nerves, the confirmation that this wasn't a sick prank he was pulling— not that he ever would hurt you in such way, anyway, but it was impossible not to feel lightheaded from the shock of witnessing a daydream you'd imagined for so long unfolding right in front of you, to not tremble as you waited for everything to slowly fade away as you woke up from another dream. His touch felt so real, though, so genuine, far from a fabricated illusion created just to satisfy a lurking desolation. "I wish I had known back then— God, I really do. But maybe I did kinda know, because after we discussed the whole dream wedding thing, I proposed to you." He recalled.

You sniffed, smiling. "You said it was practice for when we did get married."

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "It was not romantic at all." You both giggled, the ring he'd made out of a ripped piece of paper present in your memories.

You scanned your own outfit, wishing you'd looked much nicer for the occasion. "I look terrible right now."

"And so do I, but I don't care, because my heart still does that thing when it's the afternoon and you haven't showered yet."

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

A deep rumble in the sky shook the ground beneath your feet and Peter looked up, letting out an exasperated sigh when droplets of rain pattered down on you. "Yeah, way to ruin the moment, weather. Thanks."

You lifted your hand to cover your face from the light drizzle, miniature beads of water on your eyelashes. "You know we can't afford a wedding right now, right?" You asked him, the corner of your lips tugged upwards.

His cheeks expanded as he let out air through his pressed lips. "I know. We gotta get that new stove."

"Our bed broke."

"Speeding ticket."

"I lost my job."

"You need a new nose." He tapped his own nose, which was a bad idea after he twisted his face in discomfort.

"It's not broken!" You insisted with a gesture of your hand, the corner of your eyes crinkled as you laughed. The rain poured down harder, quickly drenching yours and Peter's hair along with your clothes. Nothing was stopping him anymore, though, and he got down on one knee, audibly still aching from his bruises. Your laughter persisted, but now you hiccuped as well, your eyes red.

"We're not at a beach in Hawaii, but I tried to get the petals at least." When you inspected the ground— purple and red petals messily surrounding you, shriveled from the water— you comprehended the reason for his flower killing spree. You gripped his cold hand, the downpour emitting a shudder from you.

"It really doesn't matter."

"Good, good." He breathed out, more like a reassurance for himself, his own breathing speeding up for he could sense the tears coming as well. "Y/N. I loved you back then. I love you right now... and I'll love you for the rest of my years. It's not an exaggeration, it's the truth. I promise I'm not going anywhere. Not again. So..." He opened the box, and you stared in awe at the golden circlet with the pretty silver diamond.

"Will you marry me?"

You couldn't utter a single word, your throat closed up as you instead nodded fervently. You both beamed at each other, your smiles easily capable of moving worlds and galaxies as he slid the engagement ring onto your finger, his own hands trembling. You didn't give him a chance to stand up— you got down to his level and crashed your lips into his, your mouths slippery from the rain, your appearances far from alluring with his hair clinging to his skin and your mascara trailing down your cheeks. But it was alright. For the first time that day, everything was alright.

#peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n #imagine #peter parker one shot #peter parker #sm:itsv #spider man #spider-man: into the spider-verse #fem!reader

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Dream Girl

Summary: Minhyun couldn’t believe it when the girl of his dreams started to notice him. You warned him to be careful as there was more to Kim Sohee than what met the eye.

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x reader

Genre: friends to lovers / university au / angst / fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 4041

To Minhyun, Kim Sohee was what dreams were made of. She was graceful and kind, and helped everyone around her. She actually cared about her studies and showed a lot of initiative in class and group projects.

Oh, and she was absolutely beautiful.

Some days, Minhyun wondered if she was someone he had conjured up in a dream because she honestly seemed too good to be true. Yet, he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Most students seemed to be in adoration of Sohee and dubbed her as the campus fairy. And even though he knew there was stiff competition, Minhyun couldn’t help the crush that formed over her.

“You are far too quiet and shy for someone like her to notice you, Minhyun.”

He glanced at you with a slight pout, feeling embarrassed by you finding him staring at her. You had been his friend since high school and whilst he was thankful you had followed him to the same university, he wasn’t always so fond of your honesty. He knew firsthand that someone like Kim Sohee wouldn’t notice him.

But that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed her. He sighed. “Let me dream.”

“Should I let you drool too?” you teased, opening up your notebook as you prepared for the upcoming lecture. You glanced in Sohee’s direction and then rolled your eyes. “I don’t get what the hype about her is. She’s clearly very calculating.”

“What?” he murmured, aghast that you could use such a term about the girl who was currently offering a pen to a neighbouring student. He shook his head at your statement. “Don’t be foolish.”

“I’m not, because then I’d be like you,” you remarked, shooting him a look. “Staring at her through rose coloured glasses like the rest of those fools. She’s got something about her that smells like deceit.”

“And you are coloured green with envy,” Minhyun bit back, disgruntled by your negativity yet again. You weren’t normally like this and he felt worried for you. He knew over the years you had suffered from comparing yourself to others. Now that you were openly speaking your mind about Sohee, he wondered if you felt inferior towards the student in question. He was also annoyed, how could you not see how genuine Sohee actually was?

You didn’t reply, your lips pressed into a thin line as you gripped at your pen. Minhyun didn’t know whether he was satisfied with your reaction or not. He was glad you had ceased your opinions about Sohee, but he didn’t like hurting your feelings in the process. You were right, he was a reserved kind of person, and the friends he did have he cared for greatly. Even though you were making him feel uncomfortable, he didn’t like that he had done the same thing back to you.

The lecture began and he was focused on taking down his notes and trying to ignore the hurt that radiated from beside him. Before he could rectify the issue when the lesson was over, you were up and out of your seat, stalking to the exit and disappearing into the sea of other students in the corridor.

Minhyun sighed and shouldered his bag, trying to figure when he would next catch up with you during the day. He then went to walk off, stopping when a student moved into his path. His palms instantly started sweating with Sohee standing in front of him smiling. “Oh, uh sorry, am I in your way?”

“No, I stopped here intentionally,” she said, still smiling up at him and proceeding to make his heart race. “It’s Minhyun, right?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

“I really liked the answer you gave in class today. I was wondering if you’d have time later on to discuss the topic more in full. I’ll be in the library later this afternoon if that suits?”

Kim Sohee had noticed him. And was now asking to meet up? Minhyun tried desperately to rein in any boyish fantasies that this was more than just about studying. All the same, his head bopped up and down and Sohee giggled at his enthusiasm. Clearing his throat, Minhyun composed himself. “I can meet you later.”

“Great, I’m really looking forward to it,” she mentioned, placing a friendly hand on his lower arm before walking out of the classroom.

He would have to make it up to you another time instead.

Minhyun felt as if he had stepped into a parallel universe. Not only had the study session gone well, Sohee had invited him out for coffee afterwards. There was an instant connection and although he was still awkward about being around her, she had laughed at some of the things he said and he had a really good time in her company. You were definitely wrong about Sohee being up to no good and he now had proof to refute your claims. He planned to tell you all about it when he met up with you in the lecture he shared with both you and Sohee, yet he was amazed to hear the latter student call out to him before he could raise his hand in greeting to you. Minhyun blinked at Sohee’s smiling face, soon mirroring the gesture back.

He barely saw the frown on your face at the interaction out of the corner of his eye.

“Minhyun, come sit with me, I saved you a seat.”

“Oh,” he started, looking up at you watching on intently before blushing and heading up the stairs. He stopped at Sohee’s aisle and avoided your gaze guiltily as he stepped into the row and sat down next to her instead.

He knew you would forgive him as soon as he told you everything later on.

“I really had a good time yesterday! We should hang out more, if you’re okay with that?” Sohee mentioned as soon as he pulled out his notebook and pencil tote. She peered at something inside the pen holder and then reached in to retrieve it. Minhyun cringed at the sticker set you had stuffed in there from the other night at the arcade. Sohee’s smile evaporated and she glanced up to you sitting alone and then back at Minhyun’s flushed face. “Oh, am I acting out of order?”

“Huh? No,” he mumbled, taking the photos and tossing them into his bag. “Y/N is just a friend I’ve had since high school. We were having fun the other night and took them. There’s no other meaning to them.”

“Really?” Sohee’s smiled returned and Minhyun started to feel at ease again. “Maybe you could take me there and we could do the photo booth together too.”

“Y-you’d want to do that with me?” he questioned and Sohee giggled, nodding shyly.

“Of course, it’s no secret that you’re handsome, Minhyun. Besides, I really liked our time together yesterday. I was kind of hoping we could keep meeting up out of class like we did. Would you like that?”

“Wow,” he breathed and then nodded shyly. “I’d like that.”

Class began and Minhyun couldn’t stop smiling. He was acutely aware of so many things about Sohee, like the way she swept her hair over her back so her neck was exposed and her fragrance wafted up to his nostrils, tantalising his senses. He honestly didn’t know what happened during class except what he was tuned into listening, watching and smelling beside him. He felt disorientated when he got to his feet and fare-welled Sohee.

He sobered up when he spotted you heading to the exit though, this time catching you before you could depart. “Hey.”

You stared up at him for a moment, scrutinising his expression and then you sighed heavily. “Wait here.”

“What for?” he asked but you didn’t give him any response, heading into the student centre across the hall and over to a photocopier. He watched you in confusion, taking the papers you handed to him when you were back at his side. Minhyun glanced down your notes from class copied on the paper for him and grinned. “How did you know I wasn’t very productive?”

“By the drool that was hanging from your mouth. I won’t do it again,” you warned testily but softened when he slung an arm around your shoulder in gratitude. You sighed. “Just don’t get too lost in your daydreams, Minhyun. She’s not as innocent as you think she is.”

“And how would you know?” he asked, disappointed that your good gesture was now tainted by your jealousy.

“I’m just looking out for your best interests but if you don’t want me to, fine. Good luck recovering when you crash down from this,” you informed him, shrugging off his arm and stalking away from him for the second time.

Minhyun hadn’t seen much of you lately but he had seen a whole lot of Kim Sohee. For the next two weeks, every spare moment between classes was spent with her. At first, it was more study sessions and coffee dates, Minhyun losing some of his awkwardness with each outing. And quickly it moved into something else, a tension underlying the time spent together until Sohee leant over on the bus one afternoon and kissed him softly.

“Are you alright with me doing that?” she asked gently, smiling shyly up at him. No words formed, yet he managed to nod once, his cheeks flaring when she leant in to kiss him again. He had always imagined kissing to be done privately due to his reserved beliefs but with Sohee kissing him like that, Minhyun didn’t know how to stop her either. And so when she kissed him again on campus, he didn’t react awkwardly, kissing her back as well.

When she pulled away, Minhyun realised you had stopped nearby and seen the entire interaction. Sohee smiled and moved over to you. “Y/N! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. Ah, I’m embarrassed to have kissed your friend in front of you.”

You looked between Sohee and Minhyun and then shook your head. “What friend?”

“Aren’t you friends with-” Sohee didn’t get to finish her sentence since you walked off immediately. Minhyun was hurt by your response and wondered if he should go after you or not. Before he could follow you, Sohee grabbed onto his arm. “Are you okay? I thought you said you were friends. I think from her point of view though, she might have considered you more than that.”

“Y/N?” he said and shook his head. “No, we’ve always been friends. She’s probably upset I didn’t tell her about us first.”

“In your eyes you’re friends,” Sohee said, looking up at him with a small pout gracing her plump lips. “But take it from another girl; Y/N definitely likes you. Oh no, I feel like I’ve taken candy from a baby. You don’t think she’ll hate me, right?”

Minhyun didn’t answer, looking at your retreating back and wondering if Sohee was right about you. It made him confused, and when she slipped her hand into his, he blinked rapidly, still feeling distracted as she led him in the opposite direction, away from you.

When Minhyun tried to approach you the next day, you avoided him entirely, and the following day you purposely turned away from him when you noticed him waiting at your apartment building’s entrance. Your cold shoulder continued and to avoid the freezing atmosphere between you and him, Minhyun turned towards Sohee. She was warm and inviting and when she had asked him over to study at her place, he hadn’t hesitated in saying yes.

But now he was kind of nervous. And unable to knock on Sohee’s front door.

“Minhyun?” He spun to see the girl in question walking up to him with shopping bags in her hands, in which she shook gently. “I stepped out to get some food to cook tonight.”

“Oh, sorry am I early?”

“No, you’re right on time, we can cook together, what do you think?” she suggested and he nodded happily.

Once inside her apartment, Minhyun settled into the notions of preparing dinner. He found out pretty quickly that Sohee wasn’t the best in the kitchen and took over. It was interesting; he was so used to the playful way you would help him in the kitchen, arguing whenever he tried to take over the dish when your confidence waned. Sohee just stepped aside altogether, watching him as if he was part of the meal as well.

“I admittedly don’t use the kitchen often,” she confessed with a giggle and Minhyun smiled, nodding softly as he focused on preparing the food. He glanced at the multiple kitchen gadgets on the counter and frowned. It sure looked like she knew more than she had shown with all the equipment he had available to use.

“Do you share the apartment with someone?” he asked, wondering if there was someone else who used the tools. They were definitely not brand new.

Sohee shook her head. “Nope, it’s just me!”

“Oh,” he said, internalising the issue as he smiled. “You have a nice home.”

“I’ll give you a tour after we eat, how does that sound?”

He nodded happily. “Sure.”

After dinner, Sohee showed him around the apartment. It was small but nicely furnished and clean. He smiled when he thought of your home, you were entirely chaotic compared. Minhyun was forever nagging you to clean whenever he was over, and sometimes he couldn’t help but clear up some of the mindless piles that you made all around your apartment. At least Sohee was more akin to him with her cleanliness.

“And this is my bedroom,” Sohee announced, opening the door. She stepped inside and Minhyun hesitated in the doorway of her private domain. She gestured for him to step in. “The TV out in the living room doesn’t really work that well, so I thought we could snuggle up in here and watch a movie together?”

“Are you sure? It’s my first time coming over and-”

“I’m comfortable around you, Minhyun,” she stated and he stepped into the bedroom, sitting down on her bed awkwardly. Sohee pulled him gently towards her body as she laid down and snuggled into his side. It was a little overbearing to be this close so soon, but he tried to relax, his full attention on the movie now playing on the TV.

Twenty minutes later, Minhyun could tell Sohee’s attention wasn’t on the movie anymore. Her hand was slowly moving in circles on his chest and then her lips found the junction of his neck and shoulder, kissing soft kisses all up the side of his neck. He didn’t know what to do and just sort of laid there, trying to figure out what he could do or say.

“You’re so cute, you know that right?” she murmured into his skin and he blushed at the compliment. “Someone as deliciously handsome as yourself being so reserved seems so weird to me. Are you playing coy with me, Minhyun?”

“Coy? What, no I-”

She kissed him passionately then, blinding him with desires he didn’t expect to feel tonight. Sohee soon moved deftly over him and straddled his waist, her hips moving against him. Although his body was reacting, it was moving far too fast and he jerked his head back from her kiss.

“Don’t act up baby, I know you want this. I saw how you stared at me.”

“Sohee-”

She kissed his swollen lips again and then smiled seductively. “Shhh, don’t say anything else. Let me have it tonight. I know how innocent you are. I want to take it all. You’re such a turn on.”

“This isn’t a turn on for me,” he announced, sitting up and pushing her off. Sohee was back in an instant, her hands trying to undo his pants. He got out from under her attack and shook his head. “Y/N was right about you.”

“Right about what? That I’m the best thing to ever walk into your life? Minhyun, you should be begging me right now to take your virginity away from you. As soon as I learned you were one still, I knew I needed to have you.”

He gaped at her, now seeing the monster that hid behind the mask. He backed up towards the door and laughed hollowly. “No, thank you. That’s mine to give to who I want to and that definitely won’t be you.”

Banging on the front door and pressing the doorbell repeatedly, Minhyun waited for you to appear in front of him. He had raced here as soon as he had left Sohee’s, hoping you wouldn’t hate him too much. He had so much to tell you, and on the way here, he had laughed multiple times at himself. He had been entirely stupid and blind to everything you had said.

There was only one thing he was glad Sohee had opened his eyes to and tonight he planned to ask you about it. Banging once more, you opened the door and then promptly went to shut it. He shoved his foot in before you could and whined when you connected the door against it.

“Oh my god, why did you do that?!” you cried as he hopped around on one foot, your eyes darting between his injury and his face repeatedly until you offered out you arm for him to take a hold of. Helping him inside and onto your sofa, you groaned. “You idiot.”

“I am.”

“Why would you do that when I was shutting the door as fast as I was?! Do you want a broken foot?”

“It wouldn’t be as bad if it meant you were looking after me,” he mentioned and you ceased in fussing over his foot you had propped in your lap after you had sat on the coffee table across from him.

You then turned back to his sock and gently pried it off his foot. “You have Sohee for that.”

“So you are jealous.”

“What does it matter?” you retorted, gently running your finger over the bruise that was already forming. He winced and you smiled at the reaction.

“Hey, that hurts!”

“Good.” You got up after placing his foot on a cushion on the sofa and then went into the adjoining kitchen area. After returning with some ice in a cloth, you placed it down firmly on his foot. “Better?”

“I can’t really tell just yet,” he grumbled and you smirked. After a minute, he sighed. “Can we talk?”

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Did you have a lovers’ quarrel with Princess Perfect?” you wondered sourly and Minhyun reached over for your hand. You stared at him, your expression softening. “Are, are you okay?”

“Minus the foot, now I am.”

“Now?”

“I went to Sohee’s house tonight. It was funny, because the whole time I was there, I kept thinking of you. She had all these gadgets in the kitchen yet claimed she was a useless cook. All I could think about was how much fun we have when we cook together.”

“Fun?” you echoed and shook your head. “You’re a control freak in the kitchen! You take over so many times.”

“You laugh so much when we cook though, you always seem so happy sharing a meal with me,” Minhyun pointed out and you diverted your gaze, chewing on your lip lightly. “After dinner, she showed me around her apartment. I couldn’t help but notice how clean she was compared to you.”

“Not everyone is a tidy human, Min! I don’t know how many times we’ve discussed this.” You folded your arms over your chest in a huff.

Minhyun smiled at your antics before speaking again. “And then she took me into her bedroom.”

“Okay, stop there, I don’t need to-”

“To watch a movie,” he continued and you blushed at your hasty assumption. “Though, you’re right. Even I didn’t need what happened next. In fact, you were right about everything.”

“I was?” you asked softly, confusion etched into your gaze. “What happened?”

“Turns out she was preying on me because she somehow found out I was a virgin. She planned to take it away.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You both sat in silence for a moment and then you finally looked at him again, sympathetic. “She didn’t, well I mean you seem-”

“I left before she could do anything. And I told her I wasn’t prepared to give her something that I had the right to decide to do when and with who I choose to.”

“Right.”

“Can I ask you something though?” Minhyun implored, leaning towards you a little. Whilst he knew the reason why he had been referring to you all night long before Sohee had tried to get into his pants, he wanted to confirm the suspicions he had about you before he said anything. “Do you just see me as your friend?”

“Of course, we’re friends. I mean, we haven’t really been lately because I was, well…”

“Was your jealousy over me not spending time with you or because you like me?” he asked when you trailed off and you snapped your gaze to his, unblinking. “Am I right in thinking you like me more than a friend?”

“Minhyun…”

“Because I think I like you that way too. No, I know I do. I didn’t realise just how comfortable I was with you until Sohee showed me. Sure, I was wrapped up in some fantasy about the dream girl. But that’s all she was to me. You, well we have a lot of history together. You know me better than I know myself. And whilst we don’t match in a lot of ways, I like to think we are like puzzle pieces that fit together because of that. You’re messy, I’m clean. You speak your mind whilst I tend to hold back and internalise. You’re the dreamer usually and I’m the realist and-”

“Minhyun, you’re rambling.”

“I am, aren’t I?” he said with a laugh and you grinned, moving over from your seat on the table and next to him instead. He smiled down at you and reached to push your hair behind your ear. “So, do you like me?”

“Do I have to answer right now?”

He blinked. “Well, I uh-”

You cut him off then, kissing him softly. Unlike when Sohee had kissed him, when your lips met his there was a spark that ignited within him instantly. It felt so unbelievably right to have your lips on his, and he lifted his hand to your neck, anchoring himself to you and deepening the kiss.

When it ended you nodded in answer. “I like you, Minhyun.”

“Your lips kind of gave me that impression already,” he said dumbly and then gently pulled you into his lap. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him. “I’m sorry I was blind to what you told me. I should have listened to you.”

“You should have, you’re right.” You reached up into his hair and tugged it a little. Minhyun gaped at you after whining. “I should have said no and told you to get out. You came here after being with someone else and in every book, the protagonist always forgives too easily. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that!”

“But it’s me,” he told you with a smile and then pointed to his foot. “Plus, you hurt me so it’s not like you’re not getting the karma back that you deserved to receive.”

“It is you,” you agreed, nodding slowly. “It’s you.”

“It’s me,” he repeated and leaned in to kiss you again. “And it’s always going to be you for me.”

“How are you so sure? You couldn’t tell Sohee was a witch until she basically had her hands down your pants!”

“Because I know you too well. Now that you have a hold of me, you won’t ever let go.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t prevent the smile that crossed your lips. “You’re right there.”

“And don’t worry, I have no intention of leaving you either. I found my dream girl. She was right in front of me all along.”

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sugarcookiesandsins · 6 years ago

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Failing Sirens

Word Count: 2.1k+ Warnings: negative body-image, negative self-confidence, strained family relations, self-destructive behaviors

You sat home alone, as you had done for the last couple days since the boys were on their Japan tour, with a glass of wine in you hand. It was a weak attempt at flushing thoughts from your system, hoping that along with the contents of your stomach, the contents of your mind would be flushed down the toilet. Yet, each evening was like the night before and you went to sleep with ruby eyes.

The whole issue had started when you decided to ignore the warning signs in you belly and attend a party that your sister was holding in honor of her recent success. Of course your family would be there, and any reunion with them never seemed to turn out the best as they never missed an opportunity to compare you with her.

You didn’t understand exactly what made this time worse. Was it the fact that you were entering that time of month which predictably resulted in your skin looking less attractive or which expanded your waistline a couple inches? Was it because the boys were hundreds of miles away so you couldn’t curl up with someone and disappear for a few hours in their warm embrace? Or was it the photos?

They had started out as innocent diversions, things to laugh over as they would deny the ships the fans came up with and spilled the tea on why not. But lately, it seemed that either the skills of the fans had grown exponentially or the photos weren’t edited. Any outsider looking on could obviously point out the flaws, but to you, half under the influence of the bottles smashed on the kitchen floor, they spoke the gospel truth.

Stumbling over the three coffee tables that you could have sworn weren’t there when you sat down, you made your way back towards the singular bottle on the dining table. It only had a little left, but it was still your last hope. It would be your last glass before the boys came back tomorrow and you had to pretend that you hadn’t spent the past week cutting your feet open on the shards that littered the hardwood of the apartment.

So you cradled the last glass like it was the solution to all your problems before downing it in one swallow, too lost in the mirage that the Malbec presented to you. Then, you trudged to the bedroom in grudging acceptance of your fate and lost yourself to your nightmares

The next morning rolled around and you greeted it with the same enthusiasm as the day before - absolutely none. The entire morning you spent preparing for their arrival, which basically meant wrapping the cuts on your feet and cleaning up the offending glass. By mid-afternoon you had finished and hid the fragments under your bed to take out on a day that the boys had practice and you were alone.

Then you sat and waited - after all, Yoongi had already texted you that they were on the way. And judging from the sound of running from the hallway, there were here already. A small smile escaped your depressive state at the sound of Tae’s deep tenor as he yelled at Namjoon for being too slow - even when you couldn’t see them, they still managed to make your day brighter.

You walked towards the entrance to let them in, when the door seemed to vanish before your very eyes only to replaced with your seven dwarves. Their eyes lit up as your sweater clad figure filled their eyes, looking more soft than they had every seen you with pajama shorts and the cutest fluffy socks. Your face looking childish with a cherry blossoms blooming over your cheeks and that millimeter smile on bubblegum lips that they knew like the back of their hands.

Forcing the urge to cry into the dungeons, you faced them with a laugh and tackled the nearest one in an act of desperation. Jin seemed to be the first target as you nuzzled into his chest, perfectly content with his broad shoulders shielding you from the truth hiding under your bed. Thankfully, you retained the mental faculties to shower before they got here so when he took a deep a breath of your hair he smelled not the entirety of their wine collection but the soft fragrance of citrus from your favorite shampoo.

The rest of the boys took their turns with you, relishing feeling of being home in the purest way possible. Not just that they were back in their apartment, but they were back with you.

As you got passed around, you watched their expression for something, anything that evidenced your nightmares were a reality, but you saw what you always did, fairy lights. So, you laughed with them, still unsure and still tempted to sneak another bottle tonight.

Than night you should have slept soundly, fenced in on either side by Hobi and Yoongi as they joined you in your dreams, but you didn’t. Submitting to an insomniac’s fate, you untangle yourself from them and made your way towards the kitchen pantry, where your resident stock of alcohol lived.

Success was in sight as the gleam of the yellow light reflected across the bottle in front of you, but then your plan was ruined when a sleepy, “Kitten,” echoed loudly against the marble of the dark kitchen counters. Changing the direction of your hand, you pulled out a packet of hot cocoa. Hiding your frustrated expression, you hid a longing glance towards the wine rack with the door before turning to face the intruder.

Taehyung stood there, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with sweater-paws. You didn’t expect him to be up, normally he slept the heaviest out of all the boys, his 4D antics during the day exhausting him of all energy before his head hit the pillow.

“Hey Tae.” You sent back a soft smile, heart melting at the sight of a overgrown child in animal pajamas. You made yourself the calming drink and sat next to your lover on the breakfast stools that entertained Jimin beyond measure. You recalled the first day that you had got them and the bright smile on his face as Jungkook and Tae spun him in circles on the chair. It was an amusing sight, that was until you were placed in the seat of honor and taken on the ride of your lifetime. You were brought back to reality with the feel of soft curls brushing against your cheek. Cupping the mug between your own sweater hands, you leaned against him, forgetting for a moment the luggage of your mind.

For a moment, you were in utopia. That was until, the all-too familiar sound of glass assaulted your ears, like nails raking over a blackboard. “Baby? What are these?”

You recognized that voice, how could you not? It was a rare sound out of the sunshine male, but when it did come out it was something no one was likely to forget. You felt Tae turn to watch Hoseok, assuming correctly that Yoongi was also there standing in the entryway. You also felt him tense beside you as he realized the items that his hyungs held up. You didn’t need to turn.

You already knew what it was.

True, you could throw a fit about why they went snooping into your room, only if there was plausible cause for accusing them of that. If there was one thing that you know about your boys, it was that they never snooped where it was not necessary, or ever really when it came to her things.

This time it was Yoongi who spoke, voice commanding an answer from your body. “(Y/N) What are these?” His tone told you that he was not taking a no for an answer.

“They’re nothing Yoongs. I invited Juhi over and we had fun.” You shrug non-committedly. It wasn’t a lie. You had invited your best friend over to take away the loneliness and you have both shared a bottle of wine, but that was only one from 20.

“That’s one or two at the most. Not 20.” Now Taehyung was involved and the situation came crashing down. With Yoongi and Hoseok, they were far away. But with Taehyung you could feel everything from the rumble of the words in his chest to the breath that fueled his words.

“Kitten! Tell me the truth.” You winced at his raised volume. Yoongi seemed to be the calmest one, but he was subjected to high tensions more so than the average person.

“Quiet down! You don't wanna wake the others.” You told yourself that the less people that knew the better. You would let this blow over tonight and then wake-up to a world where everything went back to norm-.

“Too late. He work us up before he came to you.” You hated Namjoon’s voice in moments like this, oldened with age he sounded like he was scolding a child. Never once did it waver or break as you stared at the other 4 who revealed themselves within the kitchen. All of them looked more awake than they should be for the time being 2 am, leaving you to take refuge behind the only thing you could, the hot cocoa.

Taking a sip to calm your nerves, you looked back at the boys.

“Well? Are we going to get an explanation?” Jungkook. Another man who ran solely on emotions.

“It’s nothing. How about we-.”

“Bullshit! I always told you that calling me out was the best thing you ever did, now it’s time for me to return the favor.” Jimin. The sweetest soul that did not deserve all that he has been through.

Then you collapsed. It became too much, the weighted stares, the voices in your head that abandoned evidence to poison your mind, everything. Like a subsequent domino, the mug in your hands fell as well, the shattering of the material providing the soundtrack to your own body as it splintered.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, you spilled everything to them. The reunion with you parents. The dress that you didn’t fit in anymore. The photos that you had seen on the internet. Everything.

As you laid your heart on the floor to them, they just stood silently watching. They too felt the need to break down. The problems that you unleashed latched onto the unlucky seven as they blamed themselves for everything that you were going through.

You were this goddess that had blessed their lives, yet here you were with tears running down you face and blood staining your downy skin.

In the next moment, you were being lifted of the stained floor and into someone’s arms. Jin probably. The boys knew exactly how much comfort his embrace could provide, having been subject to it many time throughout their career.

As you were taken into the bathroom for a patch up, you forgot about your socks and the reason you had them on in the first place. Only until it was too late, did you see Jungkook, kneeling reverently at your feet to caress you feet, whispering soft apologies to the cuts between every brush of his lips. Your tear stained eyes looked down at him and his heart ached at the darkness in your eyes, silently screaming at him. Jin hugged you a little tighter, the only force still keeping you together at this point as he too showered your skin in soft petals.

After they finished wrapping your wounds, then brought you to the living room where the rest of the boys were waiting, surrounded by their luggage that they had been too lazy to unpack the night before. You were transferred into Hoseok’s embrace as Yoongi and Taehyung sidled up alongside to worship their goddess. Their lips like ice against your fiery hot skin.

“It seems like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” You looked across the circle at Taehyung. Since the start of the siege, you hadn’t looked at him, but now you saw him in his entirety. If you thought Hoseok was scary when mad, then you hadn’t seen Taehyung. There was something inherently wrong with seeing that marble face wrought with grief and rage.

He crawled across the circle towards your form. Raising a hand, he caressed the cheeks that had caught his attention since the first day he met you. They glowed like they always did, that glow that only emitted from your soul and painted you in rose petals.

Someone sounded their agreement and slid around Taehyung before crawling into your arms. Jimin’s head popped up and smiled at your expression. “How can we tell the world ‘Love Yourself’ if we can’t make you do the same thing.”

Namjoon stood up first, taking you into his arms, before walking with sure steps towards the bedroom. The rest followed, and looking back over your shoulder, you saw everyone following, eyes on nothing but you.

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