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Motion Sickness
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason makes you cry after a fight
warnings: angst with comfort
âJasonââ
He waves you off immediately, âNo, Iâm not your problem, okay?â
Your arms drop, âYouâre not a problem at all, thatâs not what Iâm sayingââ
âThen what are you saying?â he challenges.Â
You almost bite your tongue but then decide against it, âIâm saying youâre being an asshole right now just because I tried to help.â
Heâs angry and youâre someplace in between desperate and tired, but you push on, hoping youâll be able to solve this without an extended argument. To little avail though, apparently.Â
A tense exhale from him, âI donât need your help, I donât know how I can make it any clearer.â
âItâs not about needing itââ
âNo, itâs about wanting it. I donât want your fucking help,â he snaps. âIâm grown, I can handle my problems myself.â
You drop your hands to your sides, âThen what am I doing here, Jason?â
âI donât know!â You can literally see the regret sweep over his face but he lets the moment consume him and the words linger anyways.Â
You know he doesnât always think before he talks, especially when heâs mad. Youâve seen it plenty when heâs fighting with his family. This is the first time itâs shown up with you though, and while you know itâs not coming from a place of genuinityâit still really fucking stung.Â
Far from being in your control, tears slip out, more at his tone than his words, and you remove your gaze in favor of the linoleum tiles. He says nothing as you start to cry, which only makes the heat of the moment worsen.Â
âOkay,â You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. âYou need to go away.â
Thereâs a long, hard moment of silence, but ultimately he doesnât fight you on it, only exhales harshly and slams the door on his way out.
The resulting reverberation of the apartment has your shoulders shaking, tears falling onto your shirt. Â
You and Jason donât fight often but when you do itâs usually about insecurities and fears coming forward. Heâd been having a bad night to start with and all you wanted to do was make him feel better but he wasnât willing to talk to you or let you do anything for him. He gets selfishly selfless like that, but you know why.
You know him, in and out. You couldâve anticipated thisâyou shouldâve. You shouldâve approached the topic more sensitively. And itâs not his fault, his life has taught him that itâs safer to believe that other people donât have his best interest. You know that.Â
Yeah, you know him in and out, but he knows you in and out, too. He knows youâve shown him nothing but kindness and generosity since the day you met and youâve reinforced a thousand times how safe you are for him. But if he still canât trust you to care about him, then what are you doing here?
You let yourself fall back onto the arm of the couch, huffing in defeat.Â
Itâs nearing two in the morning when Dick awakens, the bandages across his abdomen digging into his skin uncomfortably. He sits up, bedsheet pooling around his waist. The ache of the bruising pushes him towards his old bedroom door before heâs even fully coherent, narrowly missing shouldering the door frame as he passes through.
Heâs still half asleep as he thumps down the staircase, cold hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt. Heâs so out of it in his blind search for painkillers, that he nearly misses the large shadowed figure huddled up on the couch.
Dick stills, blinking warily.
âWhatâre you doing here?â
His younger brother says nothing, only continues to stew in the shadows, staring at the rug.
As his eyes adjust, Dick takes in his appearance: messy hair, tired eyes, only clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
He rubs his eyes, approaching with measured steps, âWhat happened?â
Jason remains silent for a long minute before grunting out, âGot in a fight.â
Dick nods slowly, shuffling forward a little more to sit on the far end of the couch.Â
âWhatâd you do?â
Jason doesnât have it in him to comment on how his brother immediately knew he was the issue. It just makes the entire thing hurt even worse. Instead, he tells the truth.Â
âBe myself.â
Dick says nothing,Â
When the silence persists, Jason elaborates, even though itâs the last thing he wants to admit to.
âI made her cry,â he says, voice below even a whisper. He hates it and he hates himself for leaving you when he knew heâd hurt you.
Dick nods, not saying anything. Heâs definitely been there before, though heâs not nearly as volatile as Jason can be, so he can imagine how this likely played out. In any case, Jason has never responded well to being pushed to talk about his feelings so Dick lets him get there in his own time.
Heâs half expecting to end up with no results at all, but Jason pipes up after a minute, voice broken.
âI donât know what she wants me to do,â he rasps.
Dick takes a deep breath, adjusting his posture. âWhen girls are mad you give them space but when theyâre sad you definitely donât. Is she sad or mad?â
Jason exhales desperately.
âBoth, I think.â
Dick nods, understanding.
âThen go home.â
Jason shakes his head, defeated. âShe told me to leave. She doesnât want to talk to me.â
âWhat did you say?â
He huffs, not wanting to bring the memory back up. âI basically told her to fuck off.â
âYeah,â Dick drawls. âI wouldnât let that simmer.â
Jasonâs head snaps over to him. âSheâll break up with me?â
âNo, I donâtââ Dick pauses, thinking over his words. âItâll be fine. Just go home.â
Despite taking the long route on the way to the manor, Jason sped back home on his bike, now unwilling to leave you alone for another second longer than he had to.Â
He creeps through the front door of your apartment, proud and only a little hurt that youâd remembered to lock it.Â
The apartmentâs mostly quiet, nothing but a lamp lighting up the front half. He can hear the shower running from where he stands, the waterfall noise awfully muffled from behind the closed bathroom door.
He bolts the door behind him, pushing forward towards the hallway. He approaches the bathroom door, noticing how thereâs no light flooding out from underneath.
âBaby?â Jason calls it out quietly, like heâs scared to commit to alerting you of his presence.
He hears no response, but he knows you heard him. He knows you heard him in the same way that he knows youâre sitting on the shower floor, curled in on yourself under the sensory relief that the pouring water brings. He doesnât know how, he just does.
So he leans against the door, listening closely, and calls out again, âCan I come in?â
Thereâs a solid ten seconds of silence before you respond, just barely audible over the cascade of water.
âNot right now.â
Your volume has him wincing, saddened and embarrassed that heâs the one that made you feel like this.
He reluctantly walks back to the bedroom with heavy shoulders, thudding his weight down on the mattress. He sits half folded over himself for the next ten minutes, thinking only of you, sitting alone in the shower with your thoughts.
He perks up considerably when he hears the water shut off, and after several long minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your middle.
He stands up when you enter the bedroom, hands stiff and awkward at his sides. You barely look at him, having trouble willing yourself to do more than glance.Â
Your eyes fall downward, your lips pursing. You instinctually move to clutching the towel tighter around you, more than anything because you donât know what to do with your hands.Â
It makes his heart break to see you so out of comfort around himâbecause of himâso he gives you the benefit of privacy, turning around so you can get dressed. It kills him to do it, makes him feel like heâs just some stranger in your life rather than him. But he supposes that he deserves to feel like that right now.Â
Whether or not you wanted him to turn around goes unsaid, he can only hear the quiet shuffling of you putting clothes on.
He waits until the movement stops, after he hears the squeak of the bed springs and the faint sound of the sheets being pulled up.
He turns around again with a silent sigh, taking in the sight of you laying in bed, back turned to him. Â
He approaches slowly, stopping just before his knees hit the mattress. He notices quickly that the t-shirt youâd chosen was one of your own. He frowns. Â
âSweetheart. Can I touch you?â His voice is soft and low, like heâs trying to coax you back out to him.
It takes a long few moments, but you nod.
He sits down on the bed, still hesitant to go through with it.
âWill you turn over?â
An even longer pause and youâre flipping over to face him. You donât make eye contact, only look blankly past him. Your blinks are heavy, and even in the dark, he can see that your eyes are still bloodshot.Â
He brushes your hair back, his fingers feather-light against you, like heâs scared to touch you too harshly. Like heâs touching porcelain.
He lets you hold the silence for a while, reasoning with himself that youâll talk when youâre ready.
You let it go on longer than heâd hoped, past the point of him knowing what to do with it. Heâd hoped youâd yell at him. He can take that, he knows he can. He can see plainly that youâre thinking deeply and wants more than anything for you to say it, scream it if you have to.Â
He knows he deserves it and he frankly would take anything over the silence. But then again, he doesnât deserve the reprieve, does he? No, but heâs not strong enough to deny himself the chance to hear your voice.
âSay it,â he urges. âPlease.â
Your fingers tap against the bed sheets for a moment before you sit up, almost defeated.Â
You face him, taking a breath and relenting. âI donât like that you said that to me.â
He nods, brow deep. âMe neither.â
Your shoulders sag at that, and you feel stuck in the moment. You feel guilty too but you donât know if you should. He didnât mean it, you know that, and they werenât his words, really. But the snap of his voice when heâd said it and the look on his faceâit made you feel terrible. It still does.
You look awkwardly to the left, feeling heavily spectated by him and so hyper-conscious of all of your movements. The downturn of your lips gives way to burning in your eyes and before you can do anything about it, tears are spilling out.Â
Jason sees it immediately, his head lulling helplessly.Â
âOh, baby. Please donât cry, please.â
But that only makes it worse, the tears falling faster and heavier at his soft tone.
He forgoes asking permission and pulls you directly into his chest, a firm hand on the back of your head. Itâs what you needed though, to be close to him right now.
âIâm sorry. Iâm really fucking sorry, babyââ he murmurs against your hair, pressing a rough kiss as he holds you tighter.
You shake your head, sniffling. âItâs okay, Jay.â
âNo, itâs not.â
That sentiment lingers for several minutes, as he holds you cheek to chest and rubs soothing patterns into your hair.
Itâs not long before youâre able to fully relax against him, his touch feeling nothing short of therapeutic. Your breathing eventually levels out back to baseline and your thoughts start to find peace amongst themselves.
When youâre ready, you sit back from him, letting him see your face again.                   Â
He visibly winces as he scans over the tears on your cheeks, how theyâre starting to stain.
Youâre still upset, a little, but not nearly as much as youâre sure your face is conveying.Â
âItâs okay,â you tell him, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.
He shakes his head, âIf I ever say something like that to you again, hit me. Iâm serious.â
You drop your hand onto your lap, tilting your head at him with a serious look. âIâm not going to hit youââ
âThen break up with me. Donât ever let somebody talk to you like that, especially not me.â
His voice is hard and you can tell the impact of his words have every bit of weight intended.
Your mouth closes and you waver unsure of where to go with that. Your gaze falls down to where your hands lie discarded on your lap and thereâs a palpable shift to the air in the room.
âHey.â He pushes your chin up to make you look at him, âListen to me. Youâre the love of my life. You hear me? Iâm supposed to take care of you, make you happy. I donâtâŚI canât talk to you like that. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â
Your eyes flicker back and forth across each others and you can see the genuine sincerity etched plainly across his face.
He processes the comprehension across your own before his jaw tenses for a moment and he adds, âNobodyâs gonna talk to you like that, much less me. Yes?âÂ
You start to nod slowly and he mirrors you until heâs convinced of your belief in the statement.Â
He rubs calm circles into your thighs as you both sit with the conversation, the light sounds of each others breaths the only sound heard. This silence isnât the same as it was before though, itâs safer, more comfortable. Itâs familiar, if not weighted. Â
âI love you,â you tell him quietly.
His eyebrows furrow like his heart was just shattered.Â
âI love you too, baby. So much.â
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Love & Lullabies | Part 1 of 2
Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader
Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongiâs lifeâafternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. Youâre just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didnât want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life youâve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isnât the only one whoâs clumsy.)
Alternatively: Itâs 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weightâan 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god youâre there to help him.)
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoonâs bestie
Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) Thatâs it.
Chapter warnings: A lot of mood and scene settingâjust vibe with it, MC is in her sad girl era, hints of depression and anxiety, masturbation, Yoongi is a new dad yâall he is tireddd af
Word count: almost 6k
Posting date: November 12, 2024
Notes: This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. Enjoy, my lovelies~ đđŤśđź
Part One | Part Two | Masterlist
Namjoon leans back in his seat, sporting an all-too-familiar, slightly conspiratorial glint in his eyes. Hmm. You know that look.Â
It's the same one he had when he "casually" set you up to tutor one of his trainee friends in Englishâthe one you let slip was kinda cute. Or when he signed you up to perform with one of his rapper friends in that underground club in Hongdae. Sure, you knew every word of the chorus to eminemâs Stan, but you were not a fucking singer.Â
You still did it, though. Both times.Â
Namjoonâs especially notorious for volunteering you to do things he insists are "right up your alley." Thereâs a fire in his eyes when he starts talking about one of his ideas, and before you know it, you're swept up in his vision, already picturing yourself right there beside him, doing something youâd never consider on your own.
Namjoon has been your best friend since forever and for reasons you canât explain, saying no to him has always been impossible.
Right. Itâs definitely that. Itâs definitely not because in those two prior instances mentioned, both friends of his are actually the same guy. The one you had an almost crippling crush on over a decade ago. (Youâre sooo over it, though. Trust.)
When Namjoon leaned in, you were already bracing yourself.
âSo, you know Yoongi, right?â
You blink, pause, and slowly shake your head. It has taken years, but today is the day you tell him, âNo.â
âThe fuck? What do you mean no?â He replies, already looking hella amused. âI havenât even said anything.â
Your face feels like a furnace, but you grit and steady your voice. âWhatever it is, the answer is no.â
He lets out a hum, shifting in his seat, and you get the sense heâs working up to something.Â
You sip your coffee, keeping your eyes on him. He gives you an exaggerated shrug, dimples deepening as he lets his shoulder sag.Â
God youâre literally already about to break.Â
âFuck. Joon. Spit it out.â
He nods triumphantly, âOk, thereâs something I thought Iâd run by you first, before he hears about it.â
The words hang in the air, and you raise an eyebrow. âJoon. What are you getting me into?â
Namjoon chuckles softly as he folds his hands on the table. âSo⌠Yoongi has a son. A baby, actually.â He pauses, watching for your reaction.Â
Woah. Someone has fuckboi Min Yoongi all locked down?! Huh. You never saw that coming.
You let that sink in, surprise filling the quiet space between you. âI⌠didnât know he had a kid.â
âNot many people do,â Namjoon admits. âOnly those close to him know. Yoongiâs a great dad, but his caretaker recently left, and now heâs scrambling to balance his schedule and take care of his son.â
âAnd his wife?â
Namjoon sighs, gives you a look that means heâs about to say something confidential. âThereâs no wife.â
âBaby mama?â
âOut of the picture.â
You let out a small breath, absorbing everything you just heard. You already had an idea of where this is leading up to, but you want it said explicitly. âSo what exactly are you asking me?â
Namjoon nods, eyes hopeful. âLook, I know this is a big ask. Iâm putting this out there because youâre one of the best with kids I know. And Yoongiâwell, heâs pretty wary about letting new people get close to his son.â
You take another sip of your latte as he prattles on.
âWhile youâre still getting your bearings back, maybe you could take over the caretaker job, even part time?â Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly as he says your name. âI just thought you might consider it. Youâd be doing us both a favor. Yoongi really needs help, and Iâd trust you more than anyone with this.â
You sit back, letting Namjoonâs words settle. Namjoon knows exactly what heâs askingâknows exactly how hard it is for you to refuse when he gives you that puppy dog look, especially when heâs throwing Yoongi into the mix. Honestly, you hate how you're apparently still soft for him even after all these years.
Namjoon also knows your current situation. Does he not realize itâs a bit unfair to ask this of you right now? Not when you're still picking up the pieces after your breakup with your long-term boyfriend. Not when you need time to heal. Not when you literally uprooted your life and just moved back to Seoul a month ago.
But somehow, you canât shake the curiosity. What would it even be like to see Yoongi as a dad? To get a glimpse of this whole other life heâs got now?
Itâs probably a terrible idea.Â
Yeah, no. You donât need this right now. Money isnât tight. And you need to focus onâŚÂ
You take a slow breath, mentally tracing the edges of this mess. There are a hundred reasons to say no, and only one reason youâd even consider saying yes. And because itâs for Yoongi⌠damn, maybe thatâs reason enough.
The next time you see Yoongi, itâs at HYBEâs massive rehearsal space. Namjoon had invited you to watch the group practiceâinnocent enough, though you know itâs also his way of nudging you toward the job. Joon thinks heâs subtle, but you know his plans are, more often than not, clunky as hell.
You settle in one corner, holding on to your half-finished iced Americano. A few staff are scattered around the studio, there was another girl (maybe a memberâs girlfriend, youâre not sure), but itâs mostly empty. The boys are warming up, stretching or chatting, and you wave to Jungkook and Taehyung before finding yourself glancing toward Yoongi.
Wearing an all black outfit and a baseball cap, heâs standing off to the side, arms full with a fussy baby, and a bassinet stroller in front of him. The boy canât be more than a few months shy of his first birthday. Heâs close to tears, twisting and squirming, while Yoongi, visibly flustered, tries to hand him a toy, then a bottle, then anything he can find. Nothing works. Soon, the babyâs fuss turns into a full-on tantrum.
Oh, damn. Poor Yoongi.Â
He drops the bottle, spilling milk across the floor just as the stroller, half-locked, rolls a few feet away. He lunges for it, fumbling as the babyâs wailing intensifies, tiny fists flailing in frustration. Yoongiâs eyes dart around, panicked, while a couple of female staff start toward him, hands outstretched. But he waves them off, his face set in a mix of fierce determination and mild desperation as he rocks and hushes the baby.
It honestly hurts to watch the scene unfold. You almost want to do something.
Namjoon starts clearing people out, Jimin dims the studio lights, and Seokjin picks up the spilled bottle, wiping down the floor. Hobi taps a white noise track on his phone, placing it near the stroller. Your heart warms at how effortlessly everyone pitches in, their movements so practiced itâs obvious theyâve done this before. But it makes you wonder just how many rehearsals have paused for these moments. Itâs probably why Namjoon wants to help find a solution, a.k.a you.
You meet your best friendâs gaze and he cocks his head toward the door, signaling for you to file out with the others, but your feet take you somewhere else entirely.
âIs he okay?â you ask, approaching Yoongi.
Yoongi doesnât hear you at first, too focused on calming his son. His face is etched with exhaustion and something fragile, an uncharacteristic crack in his calm. He finally glances up, half-exasperated. To your mild relief, a look of recognition crosses his face, before he replies, âYeah, heâsâheâs usually not this fussy.â
You watch him struggle for a bit, then, before you can second-guess, you step forward. âDo you mind if I try?â
Yoongi hesitates, studying you like heâs weighing the decision to trust you with his son. His eyes flick towards Namjoon who was standing by the door, before it goes back to you. After a tense pause, he nods, handing the baby over.
You hold the little boy, shifting him gently away from the mirrors and bright lights, rocking him slowly and humming an old lullaby you used to sing for your preschoolers. Gradually, his cries quiet down, his tiny head resting against your shoulder as he begins to relax, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. Within minutes, heâs fast asleep.
When you glance up, Yoongi is watching, his face unreadable. Thereâs relief, yes, but also a quiet wonder, an almost surprised gratitude.Â
âI owe you,â he murmurs, a softness in his voice you hadnât expected.
ââS ok,â you say, quietly, careful not to wake the baby.
The two of you stand there, his eyes on you for just a beat too long, and if you didnât have the baby to ground you, you feel like you just might float.
âThank you,â he says, tone soft and sincere.
From across the room, Namjoon watches, his eyes mirroring the same gratitude.
The call from Yoongi comes unexpectedly one evening, just after dinner. You donât recognize the number, then again you donât have a lot of +82s yet since you just moved back after many years of being in the States. The last thing you expect is to hear Yoongiâs voice on the other end of the line.
âHey, itâsâŚMin Yoongi,â he starts, voice a little rough.
âOh, hi.â
Thereâs a short silence, and then he clears his throat. âNamjoonie mentioned you uh might⌠be interested in helping with my son.â
You feel a strange flutter, both at the fact that Yoongi is talking to you, and at the fact that heâs asking something so personal. âUh, yeah. I can help out.â
The pause is long enough that you imagine him somewhere, shifting uncomfortably. âI know itâs a lot to ask,â he finally says, sounding almost apologetic. âI donât want to⌠impose or anything. But it would help. A lot.â
âOkay.â
âThank you,â You hear Yoongi release a sigh of relief. Then he says the next phrase in a rush, âI know you are overqualified for this, so uh please let me compensate you with your salary as a teacher in America.â
You feel your face flush. Thank god this was not a video call. Seems youâre as uncomfortable as he is talking about money, though it is a necessary evil. âOh, no, please Yoongi. You donât have to. Joonieâs my bestfriend and youâre his brother. I can just help until you can find a more permanent solution.â
Thankfully, he doesnât argue with you on this. You hear a puff of breath before he says. âAlright. Thank you.â
And just like that, youâre set. He gives you the address, and youâre left wondering for the rest of the night how youâll manage this strange new gig.
The first day you arrive at Yoongiâs apartment in Hannam-dong, youâre a bundle of nerves, unsure what to expect.Â
After you ring the bell, the door opens to reveal Yoongi with his usual reserved expression, a piece of muslin cloth draped on one shoulder.
âHi,â he says simply, stepping aside to let you in.
You offer him a smile. âHey.â
He closes the door behind you as you step inside. You look around, taking everything in.
The apartment is spacious but cozy, with a warmth that speaks of careful designâminimalistic furniture in muted colors, shelves lined with books and vinyl records, a few baby toys strewn around the living room. Homey.
This is the first time you get to really see Yoongi. The brief encounter at the rehearsal studio didnât afford you the chance to appreciate how time has treated him.Â
Seeing him after six years, heâs both the same and somehow different. He has always had that calm confidenceâa steady, grounded energy that feels both nostalgic and new. His usually colorful hair, now in its natural hue, casually frames his face. He wears a simple white tee and you can tell the noodle arms are gone. His shoulders are much broader, arms stronger than how you remember him. The silver earrings are still there, subtle reminders of his edginess, softened by time.
But beneath it all, thereâs a layer of, hmm⌠exhaustion, you guess? A shadow under his eyes, faint lines hinting at the weight of sleepless nights. His lips are chapped, thereâs a tiny red bump on his chin. Heâs a new dad, he hasnât prioritized himself for a while. Still, his face carries a tenderness in the fatigue, like heâs tired, but happy.
âHeâs napping right now,â Yoongi clears his throat, motioning toward a small crib by the window, where his son is sleeping peacefully, bundled in soft blankets.Â
âYou havenât told me his name.â
âHaneul.â
âThatâs beautiful,â you reply, and Yoongi nods, almost shy.
He hesitates, glancing down as if gathering his thoughts. Then he says your name. âI⌠um, I didnât know how this would go. His last caretaker was actually my aunt, but she got sick and had to go back home.â
âIâm really sorry to hear that.â
He nods, âBut after seeing how he calmed down with you⌠I think heâll be alright.â
He gives you a tour of his apartment, the baby monitor clipped in his jean pocket. His place is modern, spacious, baby-proofed. There are pictures that line the walls of the hallway linking the nursery, his studio, guest room, guest bath, and the masters.
You spend some time going through Haneulâs thingsâfamiliarizing yourself with the layout of the nursery. He shows you where the baby food and snacks are. Talks about his favorite toys and activities.Â
While he downloads the 101 on Haneul, the one thing you were curious to know was, where is his birth mom? You obviously donât want to be a prick so you swallow the question down. Maybe youâll find out in the future. But for now, you just need to know where the baby wipes are.
For the first few days that you come over, Yoongi keeps close, hovering just within earshot as you ease into the cadence of his sonâs needs. Heâs there with his arms folded, watching as you handle Haneul, a cautious yet respectful distance. You get it though. Youâre a virtual stranger he just let into his home and his sonâs life. Who wouldnât be guarded?
You quickly notice that Haneul has a sweet temperament, but has a bit of a sensitive side. He doesnât take to loud sounds, so you keep your voice low and movements gentle, singing him lullabies and nursery rhymes under your breath while Yoongi quietly observes, even if he pretends to be engrossed with something else.
On your third day, Yoongi has to leave to attend an important meeting at HYBE. Heâs been pacing by the door, making sure his son is settled before he goes, even though youâre right there, holding the baby with practiced ease.
âAre you sure youâre⌠good with this?â he asks, his brow furrowed, as if still convincing himself to leave.
You give him a reassuring smile. âGo. I got him. Heâll be fine.â
He hesitates one last time, eyes fixed on you, and then he finally gives a small nod. âOkay. Iâll be back soon.â
As soon as the door closes, youâre left with the quiet hum of the apartment and a very awake, very curious baby in your arms. You spend the next hour rocking him and singing songs, amazed at how easily he settles, almost as if heâs known you longer than a few days.
After his nap, you take a video of the babbling Haneul enjoying his yogurt gems and send it to Yoongi. He replies almost immediately with a smiley emoji and a curt: cute.
Yoongi returns around dinnertime right as youâve settled the baby down in his bed. He steps inside the nursery quietly, watching as you tuck the blanket around his son. When you look up, heâs standing there, holding two cups of steaming liquid.
âI, uh⌠thought you might want some tea,â he says, looking slightly awkward but endearing.
âAlways.â You take the mug with a grateful smile. âHow was your meeting?â
âCouldâve been an email,â He shrugs and stuffs the empty hand inside his pocket.
You grin as you take a sip, remembering how youâve always enjoyed his dry sense of humor, in the rare occasions you hung out in the past. Ooh, this tea is⌠your favorite.
âSilver moon?â you asked.
He nodded, âThereâs a TWG shop that just opened near the office. Namjoonie might have mentioned it was your favorite, so.â
Your ears warm up just as well as your throat as you savor another drink.
âHow was Haneul? Did he give you a hard time?â
âNot at all,â you shake your head, looking over to the little angel. âIâve had a lot of practice, you know.â
âI canât imagine handling a whole classroom full of them,â he says, looking at you with a mix of admiration and amusement. âOneâs hard enough.â
âYouâre lucky to have him,â you reply wistfully, suddenly feeling a tug at your heartstrings. âWhat I would giveâŚâ you almost utter out loud.
The thing is, you actually do, without realizing it. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi files the thought away, a subject he might bring up one dayâwhen the time comes that he thinks you trust him, too.
The days blur into a steady rhythm. You arrive in some afternoons, not really everyday, only when Yoongi needs the extra hand at home or if he needs to leave the house for a day of rehearsals. You both establish that this is merely a favor so he doesnât treat you like youâre at his every beck and call. Usually it starts with a short message in Kakao, and if youâre free, he would send a car to pick you up. Your meals are always ready, delivered on the dot. Conveniences are always within your reachâyour favorite tea, extra clothes in case there are food or poop blow-outs, etc. The cleaning lady that goes thrice a week, Mrs. Kwon sometimes keeps you company and assists you with anything.
As you help take care of his baby, you feel that heâs looked out for you, too. Which is nice.
On days that he is working from home, Yoongi brings his work into the living room, just to be nearby during playtime with you and Haneul.Â
One evening, when his son falls asleep in your arms after a particularly fussy day, Yoongi glances up from his laptop and leans back in his chair, a tired but grateful smile breaking through.
âHeâs really taken to you,â he observes, sounding almost as if heâs admitting it to himself.
You smile, feeling a strange warmth at his words. âI think heâs just a really sweet kid, Yoongi. Heâs easy to love.â
The smile he gives you after that is probably the gummiest one youâve ever seen.Â
A few weeks pass, and a subtle partnership has started forming between you, like youâre both slowly finding a rhythm in the chaos of caring for Haneul.
Bath time becomes a kind of unspoken relay: you gather the towel and clothes, while Yoongi preps the tub, testing the water with careful fingers. Thereâs a brief exchange of glancesâno need for words, just a nod as you pass off Haneul, whoâs already giggling happily.
Snack time turns into a ritualized watch party. You set out the applesauce and crackers for Haneul, and Yoongi brings a bag of chips and his laptop over to the living room, joining you and Haneul for yet another episode of Miss Rachel. Occasionally, heâll mutter a sarcastic comment under his breath, trying (and failing) to disguise the fact that heâs memorized the songs, too. (And in English, no less!)
There was one particular afternoon that you walk in on the father and son having a heartwarming exchange.
Haneul, whoâs wobbling on his unsteady little legs, is reaching eagerly for a stuffed tiger Yoongi is holding just out of reach.
âOh, no, no, noâyou gotta work for this,â Yoongi teases, eyebrows raised dramatically. He moves the tiger side to side, adding a low, exaggerated growl that makes Haneul squeal with laughter. Yoongi leans fully into the act, growling and making faces, finally swooping Haneul up with a playful roar, both of them dissolving into laughter.
You canât help but laugh along with them, your heart catching slightly at the sight. The way his eyes crinkle in genuine amusement, his mouth relaxed into a wide gummy grin. And youâre startled by how⌠soft he looks, how fucking attractive he is when heâs like this. When his usual quiet intensity is replaced by this playfulness, by this open warmth. It hits you somewhere deep, a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you canât quite ignore.
Yoongi catches you watching, his smile faltering for a moment, but he holds your gaze. His expression shifts, something curious reflecting in his eyes as if heâs wondering what youâre thinking, but he doesnât ask. Instead, he swallows a lump in his throat, cheeks dusting a faint pink as he looks down, bashful.
You force yourself to glance away, feeling warmth creep up your neck. For the first time, youâre struck by an awareness of him that wasnât there before, and it lingers, even as you turn back to whatever it was you were supposed to be doing. The image of his smile, his laughterâit all stays with you, stirring something you canât quite put a name to.
And just like that, youâre settling into this role in the life of the Min menâsomething you know is temporary, but is infinitely meaningful.
When youâre not in Yoongiâs apartment, your own place feels strangely foreign.
God, you hate it here. You canât even bring yourself to call it homeâitâs just a room with white walls, half-opened moving boxes, a stack of unread books Joonie gave you, a mattress on the floor, and a fridge with a single egg. Itâs quiet. Too quiet. You could fix the place upâitâs not like you canât afford a bed frame or groceriesâbut for some reason, youâre punishing yourself. Like this is the way someone like youâunwanted and rejectedâought to live.
Nothing in this flat tethers you to it, and maybe thatâs why you prefer being out.
Youâre afraid your heart is stuck somewhere in limbo, somewhere between Seoul and LA. Maybe itâs still floating above the clouds on that flight back. You donât know when itâll come down, but you hope itâs soon.
Tonight, youâre restless, tossing and turning in your makeshift bed, replaying fragments of your old lifeâa love that once felt solid, a future that had once felt certain. Your mind drifts to those last conversations with Jiyong, your ex, the ones where he shut down every hope you had for a family, making you wonder if wanting more was somehow wrong.
You probably deserve it, though. You want a family, but you can barely cook for yourself. What do you hope to feed a childâtakeout? Junk food? Itâs laughable. You canât even make a home feel like one. Jiyong probably got tired of you because youâre useless at it.
Stop. You close your eyes, focus on your breathing, try to still your mind. 1, 2, 3âŚ
Some nights, you especially hate yourself. Tonight is one of them.
You need to call Namjoon. He can usually talk you down, ease the self-loathing. You ring him three times, but each time, you get his voicemail. Fuck. Maybe heâs out, maybe heâs getting laid. Good for him, honestly.
But that might actually work. You rummage through one of your boxes and find the one purple bullet thatâs gotten you through plenty of spirals. With a flick, the vibrator buzzes to life, and you slip it beneath your panties, pressing it right against your clit. Youâre not in the mood to drag this outâyou want release, quick and easy, something to take the edge off.
At first, your limbs relax as that familiar tingle begins, little sparks shooting from your core, teasing you with hints of pleasure. You keep at it, determined, but after a few minutes, the sensations stall. Itâs like your bodyâs stuck, lingering on the edge without tipping over, leaving you stranded and more frustrated than when you started. You decide to cut your losses.
Maybe a shower. Maybe you can pop by the GS25 down the block for a bottle of soju.
But then your phone pings. Itâs Yoongi.
Your tummy suddenly feels funny.
You immediately swipe up and read the string of messages that has popped on your Kakao.
Yoongi: Hey so I found this in Haneulâs crib Yoongi: image.jpg Yoongi: u got this for him? he is lowkey obsessed. Yoongi: But WTF is it?Â
You cackle. Loud and hearty. A sound you didnât think you were capable of on a shitty night like this.
You: A capybara! Look it up! Yoongi: Oh Yoongi: never heard of it You: Theyâre cute Yoongi: ? You: Don't be mean You: Haneul and I love bora Yoongi: ?? You: thats her name Yoongi: noted
That night, the Kakao thread becomes your lifeline. Yoongi asks about your next visit, what you had for dinner, and when you say goodnight he sends back a grainy selca of him and a sleeping Haneul with Bora. The photo brings unexpected joy, something to remind you that you arenât as alone as it sometimes feels. Finally, you succumb to slumber, clutching your phone to your chest, thoughts of Yoongi and Haneul floating in your dreams.
After that, you become more and more aware that Yoongiâs place has become a sanctuary. Thereâs Haneulâs bright laughter, the way his tiny fingers curl around yours, and the sound of Yoongiâs soft, steady voice, creating a background that somehow starts to feel comforting. With them, youâre too busy to dwell on the past or the ache left behind by someone elseâs rejection. Instead, youâre present, stable.
And itâs in those momentsâwhen youâre reading Haneul a story or soothing him to sleepâthat you feel a glimmer of something youâd thought youâd lost: hope. The simple act of holding him, soothing him through his small struggles⌠Itâs healing in a way you canât quite put into words, as if this little boy is slowly fusing pieces of your heart youâd almost forgotten were broken.
And Yoongiâheâs part of it, too. His presence, his quiet strength, the way heâs trusted you with something so precious.Â
You know this is just a phase, that this isnât your life, but a part of you canât help but imagine what it would be like if it were. To be here, day after day, with this little family thatâs somehow found its way into your heart.
Youâre still healing, still putting yourself back together, but thisâthis feels like the start of something you could believe in again.
What you couldnât believe though was the email from your building administrator with an acknowledgment receipt for next quarterâs rent paymentâall settled. You havenât made the deposit yet, how come itâs saying itâs been paid for already?
You pace your room staring at the email from your phone as if it holds all the answers.Â
What is happening? Who paid for this? You didnât sign up for some sugar baby serviceâŚÂ
Wait. Something clicks in your brain. Suga. Baby.
Your first instinct is to call Namjoon, meddler extrordinaire. He picks up on the second ring, sounding annoyingly chipper.
ââSup, buttercup?â he asks.
âDonât act cute, Joonie,â you warn. âDid you know about this?â
Thereâs a pause. âAbout what, exactly?â
âYoongi,â you say, practically hissing his name. âHe paid my rent, didnât he? Three monthsâ worth. How did he even know where I live?â
Namjoon lets out a hum, his tone maddeningly calm. âAh. That.â
âYes. That. Care to explain?â
âLook,â Namjoon says, unbothered. âYoongi asked, so I gave him your address. He said you refused his offer, but still he wanted to pay you back somehow.â
âBut Joon! Itâs too muchââ You pause, scrambling for the right words. âHow did he even get a hold of the landlord and settle all this without my knowledge?â
Namjoon chuckles, which only makes you more annoyed. âYoongi hyung is an influential guy, you know. If he wants something, heâll fuckinâ find a way. Just take it, okay? Youâre helping him, heâs helping you. Itâs fair.â
You huff, still not convinced. âItâs just⌠a lot, Joon. I donât need anyone swooping in and paying my bills. And you couldâve at least warned me.â
âI get it. But youâre helping him with something really important. This is his way of saying thank you.â
You sink back into your chair, the irritation draining out of you. âFine,â you mutter. âBut if he pulls something like this again, Iâm coming for your ass.â
Namjoon laughs. âAishh. Why the hell is it my fault?â
âYouâre a smart man. Figure it out.â You hang up.
You spend that afternoon at Yoongi's. He was in a rush, dashing out for some shoot as you arrive. You hear him return around seven, just as you're finishing putting Haneul to sleep. Once the baby is settled, you tiptoe out of the nursery with the baby monitor on hand, following the sounds of soft clinking and the rich aroma wafting from the kitchen.
âHey, Yoongi,â you call out, stepping into view. âHaneulâs all tucked in. I was just gonnaââ
âStay for dinner?â Yoongiâs eyes light up, his voice gentle but hopeful as he turns, holding a pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. It looks like he came straight from his shoot, his hair still styled in soft, precise waves that swoop perfectly across his cheekbones. Heâs wearing the softest, oversized yellow sweater layered over a crisp white shirt, and his jeans hug him just right. But itâs his smile that really draws you inâlight radiates from him, his face glowing not just from a bit of skincare, but from something more.
Goddamn. The man is looking fine as hell.
Youâd planned to meet up with Namjoon tonight, but one look at Yoongiâwhose eyes are too shy to hold yours as he ladles red sauce into a ceramic bowlâand you know you are absolutely staying put. Joon will understand.
âOk, yeah, that looks really good,â you say.
âIt is.â Yoongi smirks, just barely, and gestures to the fridge. âIâll plate this up if you can grab some drinks?â
You procure a couple of beers from the chiller and set them on the dining table, shooting off a quick text to Joon afterwards.
You: Hey, raincheck? Yoongi made dinner and it looks good ngl
His response is instant.
Namjoon: You blowing me off to play house with hyung. K. I see how it is.
This asshole.
Youâre about to call and give him a piece of your mind when Yoongiâs voice pulls you back. âEverything okay?â
Your gaze shifts to the plates of spaghetti heâs just set down, the aroma working wonders to sway your thoughts. âYeah, just Joon being a pain in my ass as usual.â
âSit.â Yoongi gestures to your chair as he settles into his.
âWait.â You grab the baby monitor from the kitchen counter, setting it between you and Yoongi. The screen shows Haneul fast asleep, Bora tucked securely under his arm.
âThere. Now we can eat.â
Yoongi nods, and the two of you dig in.
It hits you that this is actually the first time the two of you have shared a quiet dinner together like this. You were expecting Yoongi to let the silence linger, but he starts a conversation mid-way.
âI, uh, was surprised to see you back here,â he says casually, twirling a forkful of pasta.
âMe too. It was⌠kind of abrupt.â
He nods, not pressing, just listening. You donât think youâre ready to talk about that so you try a joke.
âDidnât think youâd ever see the girl who carried your performance of Stan?â you add, smirking. âI basically launched your career.â
âCarried?â He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âNah, you were choking.â
âHell no.â
âUh-huh.â He laughs softly, shoulders bobbing. âRewriting historyâŚ.â
âFine. I sucked. Joon totally went behind my back with that one. Not that heâs the only one who likes going behind my back,â you add pointedly, of course alluding to the matter of your paid-off rent.
Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, looking almost guilty. âSorry for overstepping.â
âJust donât start paying my utilities behind my back, too. Becauseââ
He shifts awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.
âYoongi?â
He clears his throat. âJust your electricity. I⌠may have asked the landlord to include it this month.â
âOh my god.â
âAnd water,â he adds quickly, eyes widening like a kid who just got caught.
âAdd my Netflix subscription while youâre at it.â
âDone.â
âNO!!! Youâre actually worse than Joonie,â you groan, though a smile quirks at your lips. âBut, thank you:â
He nods, briefly pausing before he speaks up again, a little too flippantly. âSo⌠you and Namjoonieâwhatâs the deal there?â
You blink, caught off guard. âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugs, looking somewhere over your shoulder. âYou know what we all think? That heâs playing some kind of long game with you.â
You wrinkle your nose, laughing. âOh god, no. Yâall are waayyy off. Namjoonâs like my brother, thatâs it.â
Yoongi nods slowly, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he watches you.
âEveryone thinks that, huh?â you ask, leaning in, a little bolder than usual.
âMhmm.â Yoongi gives a slow nod, as he nibbles his lower lip.
âAll the members?â
âYeah,â he says, watching you carefully.
âIncluding you?â
He shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though something shifts in his expression, like heâs trying to piece together a puzzle he didnât know existed.
âInteresting,â you murmur, swirling your glass.
âWhy?â he narrows his eyes on you, wheels turning in his head.
Maybe itâs the beer loosening you up, bubbles lifting your usual filters. Youâve always been a lightweight.
âYou never wondered why Joonie suddenly set you up for English tutoring with meâjust youâeven though your company had a professional hired to teach everyone?â
He blinks, eyes narrowing a bit more.
âOr why I ended up singing with you at that damn club?â You laugh, leaning back.
His lips mold into a small pout, processing, but youâre already laughing.
âJoonieâs been throwing me into your orbit, Yoongi,â you say, giggling, the alcohol hitting you hard now. âAnd youâre telling me you never noticed?â
He looks like heâs having a full conversation with himself, his mouth opening and closing like a stunned goldfish inside a gallon bottle. All he manages is an eloquent: âshit.â
âWell, for the record,â you pause, âI thought you were cute, but it was obvious you werenât interested. Donât worry, though,â you say lightly, glancing down on your almost empty plate. âIâm a big girl now. Itâs all in the past.â
As you stab the last meatball, you miss the way Yoongiâs gaze softens.
You have no way of knowing whatâs going through his head. But if you did, you would find that heâs thinking:
If he could go back in time, heâd kick his younger self straight in the balls for not noticing, and tell him to get his head out of his ass long enough to realize this one shocking truth:Â
You were not Namjoonâs girl.
And he actually had a chance with you.
Because maybe youâre right. Back then everything was about the dreamâyâknow, big house, big cars, big rings, and all that shit. So yeah, maybe, he wasnât ready then.
But that doesnât mean he isnât now.
Notes: Oh-KKKAYYY!! How are we feeling? Anything you liked in particular in this chapter? Where is the baby mama? Do we even care atp?!
Part 2 is where things get more flirty, spicy, and all that good stuff.
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the pests are back in town | chaos fc
summary: someone at arsenal made a rookie error and paired the aussie pest and british menace together for media day and it's the usual chaos like always. pairings: chaos fc reader!monkey x kyra cooney cross x arsenal wfc chaos fc masterlist
âItâs a joke right? Tell me itâs a mistake?â You overhear Steph question as you walk nearer to them and youâre curious to know exactly what theyâre talking about.
Kim sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose, âI donât think so.â
âAlright, Iâm here now the party can begin,â You joke, hobbling through with your foot still in a boot and grinning mischievously when you spot Lia chatting with Kim and Steph, âHi, Wallaby! Did you miss me?â You ask, slinging your arm around the Swiss womanâs shoulder with a slight difficulty of her being taller than you.
âHi little one,â Lia turns to give you a side hug, âHow did the hospital appointment go?â She asks, concerned.
âDocâ is dumb,â You murmur in a low voice, your mood changing instantly at the mention of the appointment you had this morning that didnât go your way like you thought it would.
You were kind of disheartened by your latest hospital appointment, you didnât get the good news that you were expecting after all and you were still going to be sidelined for a while yet, since your ankle fracture still hadnât healed properly yet.
That definitely wasnât made worse by the fall you had when you and Kyra tried and failed to do a TikTok trend, but thatâs a story for a different day.
âHereâs the menace,â Steph jokes, ruffing your hair, âI see you still got the boot on, eh?â
âUnfortunately, I hate it,â You huff while definitely feeling grumpy and deflated about the news, âStupid doc reckons itâs still not healed properly yetâ I just wanna play and I have no chance of it anytime soon, itâs not fair!â
âMaybe you shouldnât have tried that TikTok trend then,â Kim remarks knowingly as she gives you a pointed look youâve been on the receiving end of too many times.
âWhat TikTok trend? I donât know what youâre talkinâ about there, Kimmy,â You play dumb and shrug your shoulders.
âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about,â Kim states while she purses her lips.
Shaking your head, you pull a silly facial expression, âNope, literally have no ideaâ Whatâre you guys lookinâ so⌠Irked about anyways?â You wonder, noting the weary looks the three of them share, âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs gotta be a mistake,â Steph murmurs, staring at the paper with a blank expression on her face, âRight?â
Before you can get a straight answer, Lia jumps into the conversation again, âItâs gotta be.â
âWhat?â You repeat the question, staring at them while still none the wiser.
âNope itâs not,â Beth appears, peering over Kimâs shoulder and confirming what youâre already itching to know.
âOh god,â Steph mutters, shaking her head in disagreement.
You blink, still utterly confused about the topic of conversation they were on about, âWhat⌠What is it?â You exchange looks between all 4 of the older girls, but none of them are giving you anything to work with, âWhatâre you all on about?â
âYou and Kyra,â Lia finally decides to be the one to tell you the good news, âYou pair are together for media day.â She tells you, biting her bottom lip and clearly bracing for impact.
âSeriously?â Your eyes light up in pure glee, âYes! Winner!â You're practically vibrating with excitement, and if it wasnât for your dumb ankle fracture then you would definitely be jumping up and down in joy.
You and Kyra? A dangerous duo on any given day, but todayâ on media dayâ things were about to get even more chaotic.
Steph groans dramatically, âWeâre all doomed.â
âWho made the mistake?â Beth furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head, âThese two together are a nightmareâ The last media day proved it alone!â
âHey! Weâre not that bad,â You insist, huffing in offense.
âYes. You are,â Steph deadpans, âYou and Kyra are the worst when youâre together. Need I remind you of Melbourne?â
âOh, but that was such a fun time!â You exclaim, grinning mischievously, âI donât know about you, but I personally had a blast out there.â
âI think Kim is still reliving that nightmare,â Lia chips in amusedly as you sneak a glance at your captain who you swear shudders at the memory, âThis isnât a good idea.â
You pout, crossing your arms together, âOh, come on. You guys seriously donât think that much about us, do you?â
Beth doesnât even think to hesitate, âNo.â
âAbsolutely not,â Steph shakes her head, reinforcing it.
You open your mouth to argue, but then Katie strolls over with Caitlin while smirking, âOh you guys just discovered the pests are together for media day?â She questions.
âThis is a nightmare,â Beth shakes her head dramatically.
âWell thatâs just rude,â You huff in response just as you spot your best friend and instantly perk up, âKy! Guess what, weâre together for media duties!â
âWhat, seriously? Yes!â Kyra exclaims, letting out a cheer and definitely buzzing about the news.
âThis is bad, so very bad,â Lia mutters to herself, shaking her head in disagreement.
You roll your eyes, exasperated, âNah, nah, this is a great day!â You insist, âItâs gonna be wonderful. Itâs like Christmas morning!â
Steph snorts, clearly amused, âIf this is how excited you get for Christmas, youâve got serious issues.â
You shrug casually, zero shame on your face, âYeah, I know. I come with a lot of trauma,â You pause for a split second, âDead dad, mum that abandoned me, blah blah blah,â You wave a hand like itâs not a big deal, âNeed I go on?â
âLeah!?â Kattie furrows her brow in concern, âThereâs something with your kid,â She glances around to look for the blonde, âI think sheâs broken!â She jokes, dramatically.
âOh no, sheâs not broken,â Leah laughs in amusement, slinging her arm around your shoulder, âSheâs just⌠Well, sheâs Monkey.â She explains, shrugging her shoulders.
âSee? Iâm justâ Hey, that was still an insult, Malfoy!â You grumble in protest.
âMonkey, weâve already been over this,â Leah groans in annoyance, âWill you stop callinâ me that?â
âNope,â You canât help but smirk, âAs long as you still continue to get wound up over it, definitely not.â
âGive me strength,â Leah mutters, rubbing her temples, âWhatâre you so happy about?â She wonders, noticing the cheshire grin on your face.
âMe and Ky are paired together for media,â You fill her in with a grin plastered on your face.
Leah canât help but snort and shake her head, âThatâs a joke, right?â
âThatâs what I said!â Steph exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, âSomeone mustâve made a mistake, right?â
âNo, no, no,â Leah shakes her head promptly, âYou two are⌠Youâre trouble together, look what happened in America!â
âI think youâre overreacting slightly there Le,â You insist, rolling your eyes.
âAm I? Cosâ I think the fractured ankle really speaks for itself,â Leah deadpans.
âUrgh,â You groan dramatically, tilting your head back at the painful memory, âItâs bad enough I have this stupid cast, you donât need to mention it as well.â
âWait, does Kimmy still have your skateboard held hostage?â Kyra wonders, curiously as she wraps her free around your shoulder.
âYeah she does,â The pout currently plastered on your face really just spoke for itself, âLeâs being the captain of the fun police and not allowing me to have any fun.â You mutter.
Leah clicks her tongue and shakes her head, âAnd risk breaking your neck as well? Yeah, not a single chance am I taking that riskâ It stays at Kimâs out of the way since we canât exactly send it back now.â
âBut what fun is it if it just stays in the cupboard?â You donât relent from this conversation as you huff dramatically, âHow aboutâŚâ
âHow about we donât revisit this conversation and forget about the skateboard instead, yeah?â The blonde cuts in with a knowing look.
âMonkey? Kyra?â One of the media team waves over to you both to get your attention, âWe need you both.â
âWeâre needed already?â Kyra furrows her eyebrows and shrugs her shoulders, âLetsâ go!â
Your eyes light up in glee, âFantastic, be right there,â Before looking back at the huddle of older girls, âItâs showtime!â
âDonât be a brat and get in any troubleââ Leah begins to say.
âIâm sorry all I heard then was blah blah blah,â You interject with a mischievous smile on her face, âCome on Ky, letâs go and find out what weâve gotta do!â With that, you quite literally pull Kyra in the direction of where you need to go.
Katie chuckles lowly at the blondesâ facial expression, âYouâve got your hands full with that one, ainât you, Le?â
âDonât even go there,â Leah huffs and shakes her head in response, âThat girl sometimes, honestly sheâs so bloody cheeky, but I do love her dearly.â
âHi, Iâm Kyra!â Your Australian counterpart jumps in first to speak, introducing herself.
âAnd Iâm Monkeyâ â You start but get cut off with the cameraman giving you a knowing look, âWhat? Seriously, I have to answer my actual name? Oh for *bleep* sake!â
âMonkey!â You hear Leah scold from the other side of the room, which youâre honestly shocked how she managed to hear that so far away.
âSorry, sorry, anywaysâŚâ You quietly mumble your name begrudgingly in front of the camera thatâs rolling, âI canât believe you guys just made me say that aloud. I hate you all.â
The cameraman chuckles from the other side, âContinue.â
You huff and dramatically fold your arms, âAlright, well yeah, weâre gonna play âHow Well Do You Know Each Other?â You pause for a brief second, âThis should be interesting.â
âPuts our âbest friendâ knowledge to the test,â Kyra adds in, grinning teasingly.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes in response as you look at the cameraman, âHow do we do this then?â
âOne of you will read the cards aloud and answer, while the other sits further back with headphones listening to music,â The cameraman explains, motioning to the large bulky headphones on the table in front.
âBetter be good music,â You remark in a cheeky tone of voice.
âDo you wanna go first?â Kyra asks, glancing at you.
âYeah, sure why not⌠How hard could it be?â You smirk as you grab the cards in front of you, âPft, easy, bring it on!â
With that, the camera stops filming for a second before it begins again with Kyra sitting on a chair a few feet away from you while youâre sitting on the chair in front.
âYou good?â You question, Kyra responds with a thumbs up when she canât hear anything and you giggle, âI could say so much right nowâŚâ You say, as Kyra continues to look cluelessly at you.
The cameraman chuckles, âLetâs get to the questions.â
You pick up the first card, âWhere is Kyra from?â You read the question aloud and ponder thinking for a few seconds, âAustralia, well Queensland to be more specificâ Yeah Iâm sure it is there!â
You switch out the card and scan your eyes over it, âWhen is Kyraâs birthday?â You continue to read the next question aloud, âEasy, 15th February, 2002â You know you guys should really make these more easier for me,â You joke, grinning teasingly as you look directly at the camera.
Tossing the card aside, you flip to the third and final one, âWhen did Kyra make her debut for Arsenal?â You read the final one aloud, âOo, this onesâ even better! It was last October, the first game of the season, which we unfortunately lost, but I was there,â You pause after giving your answer with full confidence, âIâm surprised I remember, cosâ I was sick, but yeah⌠her first debut was then!â
The cameraman chuckles, âThatâs three for Kyra done,â He declares, turning the camera off and gesturing Kyra back to sit beside you, âRight, now weâll film it so itâs Kyra reacting to your answers before switching roles. Sound good, girls?â
You wave dismissively, âYup, no worries!â
âYeah, sounds good,â Kyra adds, planting herself down in the empty seat, as she camera starts rolling again, âHowâd you do?â
âThe questions were so easy,â You joke, cockily, âKinda wish I had more of a challenge.â
âYou seem overconfident right now,â Kyra smirks, taking a glance at the questions, âAlright, first question, where am I from?â
âQueensland, and now I think⌠Why am I doubting myself?â You frown, taking a minute to wonder if you have got it right.
Kyra laughs, âThat is where Iâm from!â
âPhew, first one correct,â You wipe your forehead dramatically.
âNext oneâ Whenâs my birthday?â Kyra repeats the question aloud youâve just answered, âYou should definitely know this one, if not then⌠Well, I donât think we can be friends.â She jokes.
You pretend to think about it for a second, âYeah Iâm positive I know this one cosâ we celebrated it,â You give pause for the dramatic effect, â15th February, 2002. The day after Valentine's Day. Bleughâ Shit, Iâm gonna be kicking myself if itâs wrong now.â
âMonkey,â The cameraman interjects from behind, shaking his head.
You feign innocence and give him a sheepish smile, âSorry.â
Kyra snickers at the fact you have no filter sometimes, âNice, yeah, thatâs right!â She exclaims, âYouâre doing so well⌠You know me so well!â She retorts, playfully.
âWell Iâd hope so since Iâm your best friend,â You respond with an eye roll.
âFinal question,â Kyra speaks up as she gazes at the last question, âTough oneâ When did I make my Arsenal debut?â
âFirst game of the season against Liverpool,â You answer way too confidently and immediately pray itâs correct, âRight? I hope so, I was on me deathbed for that game!â
âNailed it,â Kyra confirms, grinning.
âYay, go me!â You fist pump the air as you do a little wiggle in celebration and the cameraâs stop filming, âSo, now we swap?â You clarify with the cameraman.
âYep, thatâs right,â The cameraman chimes in.
Nodding in agreement, the camera cuts while you switch positions so youâre the one stuck with the headphones, and at least the music isnât too bad.
You canât hear a single word thatâs being said, but youâre just content to listen to the music, singing the song in your head as you do a little shimmy in your seat.
Itâs times like this where you wish you could lip-read, itâs not the easiest thing to do though and your attention span wouldnât last that long sometimes before giving up.
You canât help but let your thoughts wander away at this current time, âMaybe I can buy more lego soon? I need to add to my collectionâ You can never have too much lego!â
At last, you're given the gesture of a thumbs up before removing the headphones and get up to sit on a closer chair with the slight difficulty of the boot currently on your foot.
âWas that easy for you?â You joke with your best friend.
âPiece of cake mate,â Kyra grins in response.
You pick up the cards and read over the first one, âFirst question, what is my favourite drink?â You read aloud, smirking as you know she definitely does know this answer.
âEnergy drinks, duh? You love them!â Kyra answers with a knowing smile.
You beam a wide smile and nod, âI do, even if Iâm not technically allowed them anymoreâ Mean Malfoy!â You joke, looking directly at the camera and scowling.
âWhat she doesnât know wonât hurt her,â Kyra jokes with a wink.
âExactly,â You retort with a playful grin, âAlright, next question thenâ You should definitely know this, and if you donât then, well, we need to rethink our friendship.â You tell her, jokingly.
âOur friendshipâs on the line over this?â Kyra clutches her hand over her heart and fauxâs her shock, âWell then I guess Iâd better get it right. You adore both Shrek and anything Marvel related of course, and if itâs anything else then Iâm not having it.â
âDing, ding, ding, correct!â You grin, âI have watched them way too many times to count, but who cares?â
âI knew it!â Kyra exclaims, âPhew, our friendship still remains intact.â She jokes with you.
âFor now, just as long as you answer the final question correctly,â You continue to wind her up, leaning in dramatically, âWhen did I join Arsenal?â
Kyra bites her bottom lip in hesitation, âSee, this one was hard to remember, so I guessed and went with age 9, so I know youâve been at the academy before signing the senior team...â
You shook her head in disagreement, âWant a clue?â You joke, amusedly, âLeahâs known me ever since I joined, and that wasâŚâ You pretend to count on your fingers, â11 years ago.â
âOh!â Kyraâs eyes light up in realisation, âSo, you were 8 then? I was so close!â She exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, âYouâve known her for 11 years? Thatâs wild! Howâs she put up with you for that long?â
âYeah, I know itâsâ Hey, thatâs cruel!â The realisation hits finally and you gasp, âSpeak for yourself, youâre the Aussie pest.â
âYeah, and youâre the British Menace,â Kyra jokes, grinning at you.
âRight that does it, this friendship is⌠itâs under discussion,â You shake your head dramatically, continuing to play up for the camera in front of you, âTwo out of three, I suppose itâs not that bad,â
âIâll take it!â Kyra shrugs her shoulders, âThe last one really threw me off!â
You grin and wrap your free arm around her, âAwh, donât worry. Weâre still besties!â You exclaim, before attempting to wrestle her down to the floor as the older girls in the background catch wind of your antics, just as the camera stops rolling.
âLessi is definitely the clumsy one in the team - she falls over all the time. I know that says a lot, considering I'm currently in a boot,â You say with a gleam in your eyes as a memory lights up, âOh, oh! We have to tell them about, you know, what happened at training the other day!â You grin mischievously, already knowing the chaos youâre about to stir.
Kyra looks at you, clueless, âWhat happened at training?â
You snort, shaking your head in disbelief, âYou donât remember?â
âNo, should I?â Kyra questions, further confused.
âOf course, yeah! About Malfoy,â You retort, a cheeky grin plastered on your face.
âMonkey, donât you dare,â Leah warns, shooting her a look.
âI dare,â You smirk in satisfaction as you see the daunting look on Leahâs face, âYou seeâŚâ
Her eyes narrow, and you can see the tension building in her jaw. Right as you're about to spill the story, Leah storms over and claps her hand over your mouth, cutting off your words so all that comes out are muffled noises, âMonkey, donât push it,â The blonde warns in a firm tone of voice.
You roll your eyes dramatically, wiping at your mouth for emphasis, âI was just gonna get the fun bit as well, â You shrug with an exaggerated innocence, using the advantage of your crutches to try and keep her at bay so you can continue to yap like you wanted to do, âAnyways before I was so rudely interrupted about what I wanted to say⌠Oh yeah, Leah completely fell over the other day and it was hilarious to watch!â
âYouâre such a menace sometimes,â Leah mutters in disbelief while shooting you a playful scowl.
âYeah, but you still love me regardless,â You flash her an innocent smile, waving your crutch around in the air, âCome on, itâs okay to admit it that you do.â You add.
Leah arches her eyebrow in response, âItâs questionable sometimes when you come out with things like you do.â
However due to your own clumsiness you end up falling over in the process which causes Leah to instantly drop her annoyed act and immediately becomes concerned instead.Â
âOh my God,â Leahâs eyes widen as she watches you fall to the floor and rushes to help you back onto your feet, âAre you okay?â She questions.
âOw, shit, that bloody hurt,â You grumble your profound language and completely forget that thereâs still a camera rolling so thatâs something the media team will have to work on editing out again, âClearly Iâm not stable on my feet, like I thought I was.â You continue to grumble, accepting Leahâs hand to help you up off the floor as you hiss in slight pain.
Leah tuts and shakes her head, her previous annoyance completely forgotten about now, âYou really do need to be more careful,â She chides in a gentle tone of voice, âOr youâre going to make things worse for yourself my girl.â
âYeah, yeah I know, you donât need to remind me,â You huff in response and use your crutches to balance your support to save you falling on the floor again, âIâm already stuck on these crutches for what feels like the foreseeable.â
âExactly, thatâs more of a reason to be careful little miss clumsy,â Leah retorts, once sheâs made sure youâre okay before she takes the chance to rip into you a bit for your usual clumsiness.
Rolling your eyes in response, âSpeak for yourself when youâre the one that fell over at training the other day.â You chip in again as she flash her a cheeky smile.
âMenace,â Leah murmurs now rolling her own eyes.
Itâs only now that you realise the whole interaction has been filmed, âWait⌠Was the camera still filming, like all of that?â You question.
âYep,â A member of the media team responds in agreement.
âUrgh,â You let out an exasperated groan and shove your head in your hands, âGreat, everyonesâ gonna see my clumsiness. Fuck sakes.â
âMonkey,â Leah chides, shooting you a stern look, âLanguage.â
âEnglish,â You reply while trying to feign your innocence, âRight, shit yeah, no swearing in front of the cameras. NotedâŚâ
âMonkey, you did it again,â Kyra snickers in amusement.
Smiling in realisation, you look at the media time guiltily, âWhoops. I did it again, didnât I? My bad.â You apologise to them, scratching the back of your head awkwardly, âI guess you guysâ are gonna have a fair bit to edit, eh? Well at least we keep things lively around here!â
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Oh Captain, My Captain | James Potter x Reader
Marauders Masterlist / Inbox
Summary: James discovers a new kink
Content Warnings/Tags: smut, like a lot, mdni, established relationship,no use of y/n, basically porn with fluff, one (1) swear word, only slightly proofread
Word Count: 2.5k
A/n: Filth that I've had in my head for ages and finally spend all night writing because I'm dopamine deficient
James never really understood good luck charms, believing dedication and hard work were what always made the difference, but from the moment you had jokingly brought up being his, heâd been convinced. Because he loved having you at his games, even before you had started going out, at one point in the game or another heâd always try and spot you in the crowd, looking over the stands in search of you. And of course you were here today as well, but the moment he saw you in the crowds his heart dropped. He had to blink to make sure his eyes werenât deceiving him, because there you were, wearing his sweater. It was such a trivial thing, yet couldnât stop himself from staring, staring at you and the way you were cheering the team on. The house colours had always suited you so well, youâd even borrowed his sweaters before, but this, this was nothing like that. This was his sweater, the one he had tossed down on his bed earlier, opting for his jersey instead, the one with his name embroidered on it, the one with the captain patch sewed on, and he was struggling to take his eyes off you. The only reason he ended up doing so was because Marlene quite literally knocked him back into reality as they crossed paths. It caused her to lose the quaffle she had been holding, further resulting in her telling him to âfucking focusâ.Â
Right; focus. This was the championship game against Hufflepuff, he had to focus. He was the team captain after all, he shouldn't be slacking about, but his mind simply kept wondering back to that title currently adorning you as well. It was like it had awoken something in him that was buried so deep down he hadnât even known it was there himself, something so feral he hadnât even known to look for it, but there it was, and it was only by some sort of miracle he hadnât enswd screwing up the entire match, because they had, in fact, won. That it was a close call chalked he up as a problem for later.Â
After a win heâd usually be ecstatic, running to meet up with his teammates as heâd land, spurring them on with cheer, but right now as his feet finally met the ground he simply went past everyone as he told them he had to go. He decided to take a beeline for the changing rooms, concluding he was in dire need of a long, cold shower. But as he felt the stream hit him, all he could think about was dragging you under the water with him, about letting his hands roam free against your every single curve. And the more he thought about it, the more he could almost feel it, feel how your clothes would stick skin tight to you, feel your red and gold painted nails scratch paths down his back. He loved the marks youâd leave, would treasure them like his own private art collection. Unfortunately, he didnât have much more time to think about it as Frank knocked on the stall door, letting him know they were all headed back to the common room to celebrate.Â
So he got dressed to head back to the castle as well. Maybe a walk with fresh air would clear his head. It wasnât the thought itself that bothered him, he was used to those. What bothered him was their origin, because that was something new entirely. James was used to being so sickingly sweet in even the smallest of things that your friends once banned him from touching you for an entire weekend as punishment, which had been all too entertaining to everyone but him. He liked to gently coax you back onto his bed and make sure there wasn't a centimetre of your skin he hadn't touched. Heâd pay close attention to every small change in your breathing, and heâd let his ears feast on the moans heâd etch from you. This wasnât what was normally stuck on his mind after a big game, but somehow he couldn't think about winning margins if his life depended on it. The only thing stuck on his mind was you.
There you stood, in the middle of the room as he entered. You were surrounded by your friends, hands raised high with shot glasses in praise of tonight's victory. He wondered what your lips would taste like from the cherry vodka youâd like to drink, the liquor usually intoxicating both of you. And usually, he wouldnât hesitate to go and find out, but something told him that once he started, he wouldnât be able to stop, and this was not exactly the right place for that. So he silently slipped into the room, finding a table of drinks and getting himself a glass of fire whiskey that he drank as fast as he poured it.
As he went to stand next to you, placing his hand down onto your hip, you spun around to greet him, reaching up and kissing him before he could get himself to stop you. And when you pulled back he found himself chasing the feeling, chasing that something that tasted like more.
From that moment on, all he could do was stand there, zoned out, as he tried to listen to what everyone was saying, but all it was to him was background noise. He wondered if it would be considered rude to simply leave without saying a word, he wondered how much longer he had to stay for it not to be. But he suddenly got snapped back when heard a burst of cheers coming from his left side. And as he looked over he could see why, you were standing on one of the coffee tables with Marlene, dancing on top of it with her. As he tuned back in he heard Lay All Your Love on Me from Abba playing, he knew you could never resist this song.
Your hips were going along with it in a way he thought should be considered sinful. And as the chorus came to an end he coaxed you down next to him, catching you in his arms as you stumbled down. But before you could make another move he was prompting you towards the stairs, determined as he walked up to the dorm rooms with you. You werenât used to seeing him so quiet, to how pensive he was acting. The silence in between you was so thick you didnât dare break it either, not until you reached the bedroom and he closed the door behind you.
âJames whatâs going on-â
âYouâre wearing my sweater.â It was more of a statement than anything else, and it made you unsure of how to respond, but not wanting to leave him unanswered with how solemnly he was staring at your face you did so anyway, even if it was just rambling.
âI thought itâd bring extra luck, I found it on your bed, I should've asked, I can go change-âÂ
But right then he stopped your spiralling immediately, pushing you further against the door, trapping you against it. âDonât you dare take it off.â You could see the fire behind his eyes now, feel the dominance that was seeping off him tonight, and thatâs when all of a sudden, for you, it made sense. It was new, sure, but it was obvious, and it made you wonder how far you could push him until heâd break.Â
âSo make me stop.â It was such a childish sentiment, but it did the trick. And you werenât entirely sure how you had expected him to react, but James didnât waste another second before he connected his lips with yours, clashing against you as he did.
It wasnât the usual tender-hearted James you were used to, it was a fever dream rush of movement, and from the moment he got what he had been craving after all night, he was insatiable about it. He started to trail kisses down your neck, practically biting a path down to your chest, he let his hands palm over the back of your legs, he made his way over every part of you he could find quick access to. And so you werenât surprised when he hoisted you up his body so he could walk down to the bed, throwing you down on it the moment he reached it.
He created only a small window of time when stripping himself of his shirt, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer, finding your lips once again. He didnât let any further time pass before trailing his hands down over thighs, starting to feel how slick they already were as he got higher up.
âYou like this donât you darling, you like seeing me riled up?â His face was harsher than usual, clenched together from the self-control he had to keep all night, and it was certainly doing things to you. It didnât take much longer for his fingers to find your clit, already rubbing circles onto it as he used his other hand to rid himself of his trousers. His gaze was still focused on you, watching you with more determination than you had ever seen in him before. You were looking back at him with hooded eyes, gasping as he mercilessly continued, your head falling back as you saw him free his cock. He was as desperate as you were, but he was clearly better at masking it, and you were about to plead as he gave you exactly what you wanted. He lined himself up, pushing all the way inside in one, fast, thrust.
There wasnât a build-up, there wasnât any hesitation as he simply pulled all the way out, before fully pumping himself back in, setting an agonisingly fast pace that you slowly started to get addicted to. And he keeps giving it to you for a bit longer before he abruptly stops. It makes you open your eyes again to see him, seeing the clogs turn through his eyes as he drops your legs from his grasp before bringing an arm under your back and flipping you so heâs lying on the bed.Â
You already know exactly what he wants, anchoring yourself with a hand on his chest as you sit up, straddling him, sinking down onto him. This time you try and force your eyes to stay open, determined to see how his eyes roll to the back of his head, even though the pleasure is overwhelming you as well. As you start to move back and forth you can feel him even deeper than before, but you canât quite set the same pace as him, and once his eyes find their focal point on you, when he roams his eyes over your figure and over the sweater you still had on, you can see his gaze turn dark again. His hands move from where they had settled just above your ass to find a firm grip on your hips instead, forcefully moving them to go faster, finding that same brutal pace from earlier. You can feel his muscles flexing at the action and the combination of it all is starting to turn your body numb from the pleasure, luckily for you, heâs learned to read you like a book by now.
âLet go for me, honey.â Itâs a whisper, and youâre surprised at how clear you can hear it with how hazy everything else is right now. And as he feels you cumming a feral groan finds its way up from deep within his chest, and you didnât know he could, but he starts to move even faster. The only thing your mind is capable of at the moment is to mumble pleas and moan his name like a mantra, youâre not sure how much longer you can take it but you donât dare asking him to stop either. You can feel how close he is, how desperate he has become for the release. The muscles in his abdomen tense up, his jaw clenched impossibly tight and you recognize his rushed breathing pattern. He doesnât make you wait much longer before you can feel him spilling into you, unending profanities and prayers of your name leaving him as he does.
And for the first time since you entered the room there is a moment of simply nothing, you relax to find a comfortable position laying down on him, tangling your limbs together on pure instinct. You could swear you zoned out for a minute or two, but now you can feel him trace patterns down your arm, a habit of his that could lull you right to sleep, but you know the night is still young.Â
âYou wanna head back down to celebrate your championship?â Youâre sure your friends are in the middle of some muggle drinking game youâd easily be able to join, but James declines the offer.
âSweetheart, this right here is reward enough for meâ You know he means it too, that heâs made it back to his golden hearted self, but per usual, you can't help but taunt him
âWhatever you say, Captain.â The sarcasm in your statement is thick, but as you say it you can see his pupils expanding, his breathing becoming a bit more shallow as you feel him become hard again. He flips you over once more, caging you between his arms as he looks straight into your eyes.
âDonât start something you canât finish darlingâ Youâre pulling at his strings again, and you hadnât done so on purpose, but youâre enjoying it immensely.Â
âOh I have every intent on finishing Jamie." At your words James ducks down into another heated kiss, moving one of his hands to finally take his sweater off you, a mischievous grin on his face as he trails his way down your body.
âAs your Captain, I suppose I should help you with that.â Youâd make another remark back if you werenât already so lost in pleasure again. Heâd made his way down to your cunt, eating you out with a fervor that made you moan out for him as your fingers found their way into his hair. The night was definitely still young, and as the party downstairs continued to drown out the noises you were making, you werenât planning on making it end anytime soon either.
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when they find out youâre a mermaid
pairing: enhypen x f!reader g: fluff, est relationship warnings: cursing, pet names, kissing note: iâm literally writing an h2o inspired fic but i wanted to do this too hehe also i went crazy with sunghoonâs lmao
LEE HEESEUNG
you didnât expect to see your boyfriend in your secluded area on the beach, and unfortunately it was too late to hide your tail.
âhey baby iââ cue the shock.
youâre looking at him in fear, not knowing what heâs gonna do next. is he gonna scream? run? tell someone? but he doesnât do any of those things, he just asks, astonished, âyouâre a mermaid?â
when you nod, he just walks forward, sitting on his knees beside you. âhow did this happen?â when you explain it to him, heâs amazed. âi never knew something like that was possible.â
âare you afraid?â you ask him. he shakes his head, âafraid? baby i think youâre the most magnificent thing iâve ever seen.â and he just looks at you like heâs even more in love than he already was.
âcan i touch it?â he asks, and you know heâs referring to your tail. you giggle and nod, and he wastes no time in bring a gentle hand to it. the scales feel smooth against his hand and heâs mesmerized.
you ask if heâs gonna tell anyone and he shakes his head vehemently, âno, never. i would never put you in danger like that.â and you know that you can trust him.
PARK JONGSEONG
you invited your boyfriend over to confess something thatâs been gnawing at you for awhile.
when he arrives, he gives you the usual hug and kiss, but quickly realizes something serious is going on.
âwhatâs wrong babe?â
you say nothing, just taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom. while inside you sit on the bed, him following you.
âi have something to tell you⌠or rather, show you.â
you take the water bottle on your nightstand, open it, and pour just the smallest amount on yourself.
jay looks at you in confusion, but within seconds, youâve transformed. it almost blinds it, the glowing light, but after it subsides, the first thing he sees is your tail.
âwhat the fuck?â he says, eyes wide and mouth open. âyouâre aâŚ.mermaid?â as you tell him your story, he listens intently as he always does though heâs still shocked. once you finish, his mouth opens and closes like a fish, which you canât help but find adorable. âare you mad?â you ask.
âno, iâm just⌠in awe i guess. i never thought mermaids were real but here you are.â he immediately promises that he wonât tell anyone to your relief and starts asking questions. as you show him your power, he looks like a kid in a candy shop.
âyouâre amazing, i canât believe my girlfriends a mermaid.â the giddy smile on his face makes you laugh.
SIM JAEYUN
you completely forgot that jake has a key to your apartment.
you donât realize heâs inside until heâs barging into your bathroom while your mid-bath, in your mermaid form.
he jumps back, âwhat the fuck?â
you begin to stutter, trying to find something to say. âthatâs a sick costume, why are you wearing it in the tub though?â
oh my god, you canât help but laugh at his obliviousness. âitâs not a costume, jake. itâs real.â he blinks a couple times, looking like a confused puppy. âbut mermaids arenât real?â
âwell, they are. and iâm one of them.â
he walks forward, running his hand along your tail and you can visibly see him shiver. âholy shit.â
once you explain how you became this way, he looks star struck. âso that pool really turned you, with the moon and everything?â
as you nod and answer more of his questions, him having comes to sit beside the tub on the toilet, you realize heâs not angry or upset. you voice this to him and he just gives you his signature smile, âof course iâm not angry. why would i be? i understand why you kept it from me.â
you relax, knowing you can trust him. within a few minutes heâs become obsessed with your tail. heâs continuously stroking it, amazed by the texture of the scales and the way your top is covered. you indulge him, feeling safe and relieved now that he knows.
PARK SUNGHOON
you knew you shouldnât have come to this party. itâs a pool party for gods sake. you donât belong near any pools. sunghoon is the one who invited you, itâs his party of course, why wouldnât he invite his girlfriend? you shouldâve came up with an excuse to miss it, but you didnât want to disappoint him.
you figured as long as you stay covered from head to toe and stay away from the pool, youâll be okay.
how wrong you were. not only are you getting questioning looks for your attire, your boyfriend being one of them, you canât seem to get far away enough from the water.
âbaby, are you okay? why are you wearing all that?â all that being layers and a long coat. you tell him youâre not feeling good and he pouts a little, âyou couldâve told me, i wouldâve understood.â
you know, but you didnât want him to get suspicious.
without warning, two guys behind you suddenly lift you up, throwing you into the pool. your other friends that are there, manage to get everyone inside, locking them in with ice.
everyone except sunghoon.
as you turn, your worst fear comes to life as sunghoon looks at you in shock, or what you assume to be horror.
âwhat the hell is going on?â he says, backing away from the pool. you stutter as you try to explain, but you can hear the others trying to get back outside.
âhelp us sunghoon!â your friends beg, as they try to pull you out of the pool, but youâre too heavy.
he just stands there, frozen in place. you hold out your hand, âiâll explain everything. just please, help me.â
your pleading eyes seem to snap him out of it, and then heâs helping pull you out of the pool onto the concrete. your friend quickly uses her power to begin drying your tail. it burns but you donât complain.
when youâve successfully changed back, you and the others rush out of there, not wanting people to question how youâre dry.
once away from the others, you explain yourself to sunghoon. the other girls backing you up. âare you upset?â you ask. sunghoon shakes his head, ânot at all, just shocked and amazed. but donât worry youâre all safe with me.â he takes your hand, kissing the back of it.
KIM SUNOO
you and sunoo have been dating for a few months and youâve been trying to find a way to tell him youâre a mermaid.
you decide to take him to mako island, where you know no one else will see.
âi donât understand why weâre here. you know i donât like hiking.â heâs complaining and you canât help but giggle at his attitude. you promise him youâre almost there, and once you reach the opening you send him down first, following afterward.
âi damn near broke my ankle! what are we doing down here?â
you lead him to the moon pool, and he looks around in awe. âwhat is this place?â
âthatâs what i wanted to show you,â you say before gently lowering yourself into the moon pool. sunoo just looks at you confused and starts to talk, âwhy are you getting in the waterâ"
heâs interrupted by the bright glow of your transformation. once your mermaid form is visible, he gasps.
âwhat the fuck? what is this? what are you? youâre a mermaid?â his mouth is moving a million miles a minute, throwing out question after question.
you finally manage to calm him down and explain what happened. his widened eyes eventually soften, âoh baby, why didnât you tell me sooner? iâd never be upset or betray you.â
âi know, i was just scared.â
âyou never have to be scared with me, iâll never hurt you.â with that, he leans down, giving you a kiss.
YANG JUNGWON
jungwon was the human equivalent of a nerd. his interest in mythology of all kinds amazed you.
his latest fascination, mermaids. he tells you all about their âpossibleâ existence, sightings, origins, everything there is to know. which is why, when you finally decide to show him your other form, heâs more than ecstatic.
âi fucking knew it, i knew they were real! holy shit my girlfriends a mermaid!â
you answer all his questions, confirming and denying facts and misconceptions. once heâs finally calmed down and not so jittery, you ask him, âyouâre not gonna tell anyone, are you?â
âand let them take you away to experiment on you and shit? no way! iâd never do that to you, i love you.â
you coo, âi love you more.â
you let him touch your tail, and heâs amazed by the luminescence of your scales. how they shine in the sunlight.
you tell him all about your abilities and power. showing him how you can manipulate water and speak to sea creatures.
âpromise me youâll take me swimming with you one time? iâd love to see you in action.â
NISHIMURA RIKI
riki was worried when you texted him, telling him you needed to talk. he expected the worst, that you were breaking up with him, not this by a long shot.
as he stares at your tail, his gaze unwavering, his face almost emotionless, you get nervous.
âriki, are you okay?â
he looks up at you finally, and just says, âyouâre a fucking mermaid.â before going back to look at your tail.
you snort, âgee thanks for letting me know.â
he doesnât even react to your sarcasm, just continues to stare.
âmy girlfriends a mermaid. this is the coolest day of my life,â he says after a solid 5 minutes of silence.
you take his hand, bringing it to your tail to touch. heâs gentle, treating you as if youâll break.
âthis is the coolest day of my life,â he repeats.
you laugh, âwe got that the first time. are you gonna tell?â
he shakes his head, âi donât want anyone knowing about this except me. itâll be our little secret.â he brings you forward for a kiss. letting you go, he jumps into questions, and you answer them all gratefully.
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THE CYBORG WHO STOLE MY HEART (Bucky X F!reader)
A/N: I know I know, there's another Bucky fanfic that I'm already working on and yet here I am starting a whole new one. Why you ask? Because I'm a dumbass. The idea just popped up into my head and I HAD TO write it down. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1 :
Chapter summary: Bucky and Sam come across a woman who seems to have lost her mind. Literally. Using Buckyâs cyborg brain, they try to figure out who she is.
Chapter warnings: Mild swearing.
You know when you're having a great dream with a hot guy that could only possibly exist in dreams ? The happiness that breathing the same air as him brings you? That's what you were feeling right now.
Eyes as blue as the ocean, veins that were easy to put an IV in and that black shirt phew. Was it possible to drool in dreams? You were going to have a great day once you woke up. That was for sure.
Why was he looking at you like that though? Weren't they supposed to be flirting with you or puckering their lips in your dreams by now? Was this supposed to be a slow burn or enemies to lovers genre dream?
"Why is she staring at me like that?" the hot guy asks the air next to him.
"She's just coming into it, give her a second." it responds back to him.
Wait, what ?
"Are we sure she's alright and not having an absence seizure?" the air voice asks.
"She's alright. Probably in shock." another voice responds.
Shock? From seeing that beautiful man in front of me? Sure.
Okay, focus.
Wait, it's a dream. Why do you need to focus?
Eyes, the colour of piss , come into focus. "Cannn youuu hearrr meee?"
"Why are you speaking like that?" you manage to ask, still trying to figure out if you'd accidentally taken shrooms.
"Not a seizure then." the voice from earlier comments.
Piss eyes looks proud of himself. "I told you, she's in shock."
If this really was a dream, it would have to be the strangest one you have had in a while. What in the actual cockfuck was happening?
"Youu areee in theee hosp-ee-taalll. Weee---" piss eyes sounded like he was having the seizure.
"Stop talking like that." you say, blinking rapidly to clear the dark spots from your eyes. Things were starting to feel more...real. A heaviness settled over your head, every breath seemed to send a slight sliver of pain through your side and your arm felt numb.
Dreams weren't usually ultra-realistic, were they? Only one way to find out now.
"Is she...pinching herself?" hot guy asks, that strange look on his face.
A set of cold hands clamp your hands down.
"HEY." you say, the slight sting of your pinch confirming your doubts.
"Self hurt or mutilation can be a side effect. We need to restrain her for her own safety." Piss eyes speaks rapidly and you hear him muttering to himself.
"I'm not...is this not a dream?" you finally ask leaving the room in pin drop silence.
"I don't think so...unless Wanda is upto something again." air voice sounds a bit unsure himself.
"Wanda?" the name seemed familiar but in this state , you could barely remember your own name.
You try to get up only to be gently pushed back down by piss eyes. "You probably shouldn't be doing that. Bed rest for the next 10 days, I'm afraid." he says not sounding apologetic about it at all.
"What even happened? And---" you're cut off by air voice.
"Where are you? Well, the Avengers compound. Now, don't get too excited and all. We can make you sign a NDA , but we aren't going to because we're hoping you're trustworthy. Stark said you might be...useful. Now, if you're feeling upto it, how the hell did you end up in the middle of a cemetry half dead?"
You blinked once, twice, thrice.
"Who is Stark?"
"Listen, man. She's got to be living under a rock if she doesn't know who Stark is. That guy has been stuffed down everyone's fucking throat." Sam tells Bucky as he takes off he looks at their new visitor.
Bucky doesn't respond and instead stares at Sam with a poker face.
"What's going on in that cyborg brain of yours?" Sam isn't phased by Bucky and his staring anymore. He was however very sure that Bucky would not be bringing home any ladies with that serial killer look.
"What if she's lying?" Bucky finally says, turning to look at the CCTV recording of the room you were in. You were sleeping again, knocked out by the pain killers.
"Lying about not knowing Stark or not being able to remember what happened to her?"
"Both."
"What purpose does that serve her?"
"Well, that's what we're supposed to find out."
âHow exactly are you planning on doing that?â Crossing his arms over his chest , Sam raised an eyebrow at his cyborg friend.
âIâll think about it.â Bucky walked past him, grabbing his jacket on the way. âWith my cyborg brain.â
âI understand that you want to get some answersâ you said for what seemed like the 100th time, exasperation taking hold of you. âI honestly cannot remember what happened. Iâve thought myself into a headache. Iâm sorry, okay?â
Sam looked defeated as he let he shook his head. âItâs been two whole days. Now, I donât want to seem like a dick and question you in this state but we need some goddamn answers.â
âToo late for that I guess.â you muttered under your breath.
âHuh?â
âShe said âtoo late for that I guess.ââ The hot guy, Bucky, was his name chimed in.
How the hell did he hear that? As if reading the question on your face, he simply said âAdvanced hearing.â
Okkayyyy.
Sam on the other hand was giving you a flat look. You gave him one back.
âIâm feeling much better now. Can I atleast get out of this damn bed?â you scratched near the iv line, wanting to just rip it out. âPiss eyes told me I shouldnât but I cannot stay like this.â
âPiss eyes?â Sam was clearly running out of patience.
âThe doc. Is he even a doctor? Heâs veryâŚâ
âSort of.â
That explains it.
âSheâs right.â Bucky takes a step forward, looking at Sam. âWalking around will help her recover faster.â
âTHANK YOU. See , I knew you were the smart one.â you give him a wide smile to which you get a poker face in return. Embarrassing. Not letting it deter you, you pull the iv out.
âHey !!â Sam steps forward, surprised at your show of stupidity.
Before he can reach you to help you out of bed, youâve already stood up. Which was another stupid move considering that the entire room was spinning around. Holding on to the wall next to you for support, you blinked rapidly.
âThatâs another concussion waiting to happen.â Bucky commented dryly.
After regaining some semblance of direction, you managed to stand up straight ignoring the slight stab of pain in your chest.
âMuch better.â you say, taking a step forward. The pastel pink tee and pants that had been given to you did not compliment your current condition, you knew. To be quite frank, you were a good looking woman too. Always have been. Then why the hell was Bucky looking at you like he was going to stab you right then and there?
âUhhhâŚnow what?â your suddenly felt extremely awkward in front of the two men.
âDonât ask me, you were the one who wanted to do this.â Sam still had an arm out, ready to jump into action in case you cracked your head on the tiles again. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bucky make a slight movement. Thank fuck you did because the next thing you knew , you were holding a dagger 2 inches away from your chest by the handle.
Silence engulfed the room for a good 20 seconds before it was broken by a very calm âWhat. The. Fuck.â from Sam.
You looked at Bucky who stood in the same spot like nothing shocking had even happened. Finally a crack of a smile appeared on his face.
âTold you she was lying.â
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Day twelve of âobligatory sugar baby Konâ behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))
Tim clears his throat and adjusts the collar of his shirt for honestly no good reason, and Kon keeps doingâKon keeps beaming at him. There is just . . . there is just so, so much beaming happening right now, and it is very, very hard to concentrate on anything else. Or even, like, passingly think about anything else.Â
Kon looksâhe just looks happy, and Tim feels flustered and overwhelmed and vaguely nauseous, but like, in a good way, somehow, and . . . itâs a lot. Yeah. JustâTim is currently feeling a lot of things, is all. Just . . . a lot. So much.Â
Tim wonders if he could figure out a loophole to âlegallyâ marry Kon despite the fact heâs fifteen and Kon is only maybe legally a person and/or citizen in the eyes of the government, because in that case even once Kon gets bored of Tim Drake heâll be able to send him alimony payments or whatever, soâÂ
Actually, Tim realizes as he looks at Konâs beaming faceâat Konâs beaming face beaming at himâand feels Konâs hand still gripping his easily and comfortably, and Kon still leaned in closer than necessary even as they walk along the sidewalk together . . .Â
Actually, he doesnât feel like Konâs getting bored with Tim Drake at all.Â
. . . . . . huh.Â
Weird, Tim thinks, a little too bewildered to figure out why he feels that way.Â
âOh, hey, that looks good,â Kon says, perking up a little more as he looks at something over Timâs shoulder and points past him with his free hand. âWe need a new dinner place, right? Wanna try it?âÂ
Tim looks where Konâs pointing and frowns in confusion, because heâs pointing at a skate shop, of all things, not a restaurant or cafe or even a bar.Â
âI havenât touched a skateboard in months and also I have no idea what that has to do with dinner,â he admits, still frowning in confusion, and Kon laughs.Â
âThe food truck, babe,â he says with a snigger, pointing more emphatically. âYou skateboard?âÂ
âUhâsometimes, yeah,â Tim says, refocusing his eyes to realizeâyeah, there is in fact a food truck there, parked just to the side of the skate shop. Itâs very . . . yellow. Very, very brightly yellow.Â
He can absolutely never, ever tell Bruce he missed something as obvious as a huge neon yellow food truck, Tim swears to himself, and then he actually registers what the truck says and . . . blinks, very slowly.Â
âIs that the one-dollar grilled cheese truck?â he says. âI thought that was a meme or something.âÂ
âI mean, probably some bargain-basement content creator who thinks they're an influencer is running it as some publicity stunt shit, but one-dollar grilled cheese,â Kon says reasonably, except for how Tim cannot even imagine what about that statement would be âreasonableâ.Â
âYou want to get dinner from the one-dollar grilled cheese truck?â he asks, a little incredulous about the idea.Â
âWe could get so many, babe,â Kon says with a gleeful grin. Tim, instinctively, is about to protest that they could get âso manyâ of whatever Kon wanted, in fact, and a truck that says both âcash onlyâ and âno change given, figure out your own shitâ in Impact font is literally just . . . what. What? But then he has a brief remembered flash of Dick saying there wasnât any âone size dates allâ and talking to him about circus tickets and tailoring dates to the other person's tastes and, well . . .Â
âUm, sure?â he says, still vaguely bewildered. Kon needs more expensive tastes. He needs to get Kon more expensive tastes. And also maybe, like, better standards for a âniceâ dinner.Â
Kon beams at him again, giving his hand a squeeze, and Tim disassociates for a minute or two in an attempt to process any of that and entirely, entirely fails to.Â
. . . alright, maybe some of Dickâs dating advice was helpful, he reflects.Â
. . . . . . also to be fair, this also might be the Condiment King or some other D-lister about to start some shit, in which case it wouldn't hurt to throw a superhero at the problem anyway.Â
And at least it's gonna be a lot of calories, right?
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2001 - theo nott x reader
Honey, what you runnin' from? When you comin' back to bed? Toss and turnin' all night long with me instead Honey, what you runnin' from? Where the hell you headed to? Do you like the way I run after you?
or, theo doesnât understand whatâs holding you back from taking things further
a/n - I think I would classify this soft core smut at best? But adding an 18+ tag jic
tropes/warnings - 18+ MDNI, fluff
word count - 1.6k
âFucking hell. Hide me.â
You shrunk yourself down the best that you could behind your best friend, Ivy, laser-focused on the boy at the other end of the hallway. Ivy rolled her eyes, making no effort to help.
âI canât believe you still wonât tell me what happened that night. It canât have been that bad.â
âIt was,â you muttered, stupidly trying to get Ivy to cooperate. It was no easy task, especially on days like today when she was feeling particularly stubborn, which was a problem since the boy looked fully intent on approaching them.
âWill you relax? You look like an idiot. Like an even bigger idiot than usual. He probably doesnât even remember whatever-â
âIvy. Happy birthday. Sorry I couldnât make it to the party.â
Damn. You thought you had more time. Curse him and his unfairly long legs. Ivy did the grown-up thing, which was literally anything other than pretending she didnât see him. âItâs alright, Theo. You can make it up to me next year.â
âHow was it?â
âIt was nice, actually. We got a discount on -â
Ivy was cut off by a gentle tug, revealing a hunched-over you. You straightened hastily, clearing your throat, refusing to meet his gaze.
âL/N.â
âNott.â
âPlanning on dropping by tonight?â
You put on a straight face, looking politely confused. âHm?â
âThe party. Tonight.â
âOh. Where?â
Theo narrowed his eyes, and your face burned under the intensity of his gaze. It took everything you had to keep your features schooled while he shamelessly searched your face for what felt like far too long.
âThe Slytherin common room,â he replied, finally tearing his eyes away from you. You relaxed, blinking hard and a little breathless, your palms a little clammy. âCanât miss it. Just follow the stench of firewhiskey and bad ideas.â
Internally, you nearly passed out. Externally, you shrugged noncommittally. âSure. Maybe.â Definitely not. You werenât going to spend a second longer in Theoâs presence if you could help it.Â
You and Ivy get to the party and, as expected, youâre abandoned the second she finds Ivan through the crowd. You wander around before you decide to join a group of Slytherins on the couches, next to Theo. You get handed a drink. It burns your throat and makes your eyes water. The loud bass starts to sound more tolerable. Another drink. Theoâs frowning at you. You wonder if anyoneâs told him how good concern looks on his face. Everything is now ten times funnier. You press up against Theo, laughing yourself silly, leaning into his touch as he drapes an arm around you. Another drink. Youâre more than lightly flushed. Theo places a hand on your thigh. You donât move it away.Â
Eventually, you end up pressed against the door of Theoâs room, your mouths a heady mess of heat, teeth and tongues, your bodies moulding to each otherâs. Your eyes flutter shut, blissfully able to let go with your senses dulled by alcohol. You canât tell if itâs the music or your pulse vibrating through your body, but youâre aching for his touch. He presses a knee against your core and you groan into his mouth, melting into a boneless mush in his arms.
âTheodore,â you sighed desperately, breath catching in your throat. It was enough to slow his ministrations on your neck which had been filling your head with the most delicious kind of static. You never used his first name despite your best friends being glued by the lips since sixth year, mostly because you never went beyond exchanging civil pleasantries. Occasionally, youâd have a chat that wasnât entirely unpleasant, or youâd let your thoughts wander to his disarming blue eyes or wicked smile, but that was it. It never did, and it never could, go any further than that. You were too different. It would never work. Youâd only be setting yourself up for heartbreak. Nothing good could come of entangling with the illustrious Theodore Nott, figuratively or otherwise.
And to use his first name was to acknowledge the existence of this softer, kinder Theo - a version worlds away from that Nott boy with the aloof face and the piercing eyes. He hummed against your neck, thumbs restlessly skimming the waistband of your skirt.
âWe canât - we shouldnât,â you continued, once you were able to make sense of your fuzzy thoughts. You pushed him back gently, cool air rushing in to douse the heat of the moment. âOur friends have a whole thing. Weâd only get in the way. Itâs just a bad idea.â
His hands stilled on your hips. âI donât understand. What about our thing?â
He looked so dazed and so adorably dishevelled that you almost felt sorry for him. It was late, Theoâs words sounded dangerously close to slurring, and if you were being honest, you should have left the party hours ago. You stroked his cheek absentmindedly before gingerly slipping out of his hold, recovering your shirt. You slipped it on, fumbling at rhe buttons with trembling fingers, and turned back to see Theo still watching you, uncomprehending, his swollen lips parted in confusion.
âGet some sleep, Nott. Youâll get what I mean in the morning.â
âBye, Theo,â Ivy was saying now. âGive Ivan a kiss for me.â
âShould I feel him up while Iâm at it?â
âIt only seems right to give him the full experience.â
Ivy grinned as he walked off while you all but dragged her down the hall towards your next class.
âAw, come on, Y/N, heâs not that bad.â She glanced at you, eyes twinkling with mirth. âYou know, I always thought he has a thing for y-â
âArenât you late for Herbology?â
Ivy cursed as she fumbled at her wristwatch, hurrying down the corridor. In about a minute, sheâd realise that she didnât have Herbology today, but you decided to let her find that out herself.
Hours later, you were holed up in the library, desperately trying to plug your ears with all the ruckus going on floors below. Trying to focus was a losing battle.
âI thought Iâd find you here.â
Your head snapped up too see Theo leaning against one of the bookshelves. Busted. To be fair, she was nowhere near the worldâs best liar, so it was doubtful whether he had even believed her in the first place.
âNott,â you greeted, in a pleasant enough voice. âIs that the time? I hadnât realised the party had already started.â
The music continued blasting, more than audible to the two of them. Theo arched an eyebrow, slowly walking over, and you had the decency to look embarrassed over your bald-faced lie.
âI was planning to drop by later.â
âWell, you should.â
âMaybe I will:â
âItâs almost as fun as that last party ages ago.â
You stiffened at the memory. âAh. Yes.â
Theo leaned over you, broad-shouldered and hypnotising. He dragged his gaze across you inch by agonising inch, undressing you with his eyes. You were starting to feel uncomfortably warm in your uniform. He dropped his voice.
âFirst and last time I see you in my bed, hmm?â
You choked, failing to suppress the shiver prickling over your skin. âThatâs -Â stop it.â
âStop what?â
âTalking likeâŚthat.â You felt your face heat up all over again, cursing yourself for your inability to even pretend to keep your cool in front of him. âLooking at me like that.â
His gaze flickered to your chest, so brief youâd have missed it if you blinked. âLike what?âÂ
You let out a frustrated, overwhelmed sigh, your brain becoming oddly fixated on the memory of his hands on your hips, travelling up your ribcage, at the nape of your neck, grip tightening on your waist -
âGo on. Use your words.â
His breath tickled the shell of your ear, the closest heâd been to you since that night.Â
âLikeâŚlike you actually want me. Like Iâm something special.â
âYou are something special.â
You groaned and looked away. âIâm seeing someone,â you tried, half-heartedly. Theo snorted.
âWhat, that Davies guy? Yeah, like thatâs going to last.â
You couldnât even bring yourself to feel all that indignant on Daviesâ behalf. Not that you were going to let Theo know that. âIâll have you know that Mac is a perfect gentleman.â
âMy point is-â Theo started, irritatedly. You took a perverse sort of pleasure in ruffling his feathers. â- why the fuck are we talking about Davies when you could be in my bed, doing far more interesting things with that mouth?â
âOr maybe itâs something else entirely. Perhaps you like having me run after you. Is that where you get off, hmm? The thrill of the chase? Being a tease?â
âI am not a -â you began hotly, before you caught the mischievous twinkle in his eye. You rolled your eyes. âYouâre too cocky for your own good,â you muttered.Â
âI thought you like me cocky,â he teased. His expression softened the next second and you watched him trace lazy circles on your wrist.
âBesidesâŚIâve never tried this hard to get into someoneâs pants.â
You gave a shaky laugh. Theo bent down once more, this time to press a kiss to your lips, then another, and another, until you were lying on your back on the table, looking sinfully ravished, blouse long forgotten.
One night couldnât hurt, could it?
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2019 debut year <> what is his problem?
word count: 2.1k TW: a bucket of snark, cold wonwoo, mentions of bullying, swearing italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin
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"Mingyu!" Cyana yelled from across the living room, her leg propped up as she sat icing her swollen ankle.
The boy in question slid into view, stumbling a little for balance as he grappled with the slippery wooden floors. "Yes, princess?"
Cyana made a little face at the nickname. "Can you charge my phone for me please? I left it in the kitchen and I can't stand up." She pouted at the mention of her rolled ankle. "And I thought I told you not to call me that."
Mingyu let out a deep sigh. "It's fitting though, don't you think? You are seventeen's princess." He poked her ankle gently. "Look at me, waiting on you hand and foot."
She sent him a glare. "You're the reason I'm like this." She let her upper half crumple dramatically onto the couch.
Mingyu had came rushing into practice this afternoon, colliding into an unaware Cyana, who had just been trying to leave the room for water. Everyone had chalked it up to the fact that Mingyu only ever looked parallel to his height, and could not see Cyana below him.
"I've already apologized." He whined, leaving to grab her phone. "You're even sleeping over so I can take care of you. Seungcheol said it was my punishment. You know only special people can ever enter the Minwon residence."
She scoffed. She noticed she was unnaturally riled up today, annoyed by the pain and inconvenience of not being able to walk. "Special, my ass."
"Hey." Mingyu stared at her from the doorway, having been on his way to grab a charger for her phone. He sent her a frown. "I understood that."
Cyana stuck out her tongue in retaliation, smiling to herself when it got a loud laugh from Mingyu. She watched him walk out of view, probably to his room to grab his charger.
They really had started to feel a little like family, Cyana realized as she sat there, with nothing to do but to ponder. She wouldn't have ever expected to be enjoying small moments like this, despite her ankle still throbbing. She also wouldn't have ever thought this job would be anymore than purely working. She never imagined she'd make friends, let alone call 13 boys her family. Well, 11 boys, she correctly ruefully. Woozi had been refusing to speak to her since the Hug BPM incident, although Cyana noticed he had changed it to be 138. Wonwoo was another one who seemed to be doing everything under the sun to avoid her, despite them literally being under the same roof right now. He had helped Mingyu move her from the car to their couch, gave her a look over and retreated to his room.
She let out a huff. She'd been here for nearly two months now, and comeback season would begin in less than two weeks. Wonwoo or Woozi (preferably both) would have to get their shit together sooner or later, before fans began to notice and shit started getting stirred.
Mingyu knocked twice on Wonwoo's door before entering. The last time he had walked in unannounced, a controller had been sent flying his way.
"Wonwoo hyung~" He called, reaching over to move Wonwoo's headset slightly off his ear. "Can I borrow your charger?"
Wonwoo frowned, blinking at Mingyu, his eyes adjusting from the bright screen back to reality. "Why?" Mingyu's phone wasn't adaptable to his charger head.
Mingyu waved the lilac phone in his hand. "Cyana's phone."
"She's got you charging her phone for her now?" Wonwoo muttered, getting up to grab it from the floor next to his bed. "Puppy."
"Hey!" Mingyu protested indignantly. "Her ankle's injured. I'm just helping. Like you should be doing."
Wonwoo frowned. "Why would I?"
"She's family."
Wonwoo scoffed. "She's not family. Family is the people who were there with us in that fucking lime green room."
Mingyu cut his eyes at the older boy, disappointed. "Cyana's a good person. You'd know if you'd just give her a chance."
"She's a ticking time bomb, Gyu. You need to realize that." Wonwoo's shoulders sagged as he sighed, handing over his charger. "She's going to blow up our comeback either way."
"You've been talking too much with Woozi hyung." Mingyu decided. "One skeptic's enough in this group."
"She's got 11 cheerleaders and knights-in-waiting already." Wonwoo quickly countered, sitting back down and putting his headphones back on, clicking open a new game. "I just don't think we'd get along."
Mingyu rolled his eyes. "She's literally you, Wonwoo. Down the a T." He groaned when the older boy gave no reaction, the headphones blocking his words. "Aish-" He slapped the back of Wonwoo's head gently. "Idiot."
Returning back to the living room, he plugged the charger in the outlet next to Cyana and handed her her phone. "You better thank Wonwoo later, it's his charger."
Cyana groaned. "Why~ Couldn't you have just grabbed yours?"
"My charger doesn't fit your phone, nana." Mingyu frowned. "Did something happen between you and Wonwoo hyung or what?"
"What do you mean?"
Mingyu took a seat next to her, hands reaching over to bring her injured foot into his lap, massaging her ankle. "Just mean that there has to be a reason you hate each other, that's all."
"I don't hate him, Gyu." Cyana sighed. "I just don't like being where I'm clearly not wanted."
"I'll talk to him."
Cyana shook her head. "No, no. Don't make it worse. It's okay, Gyu." She patted his arm. "Wonwoo not liking me isn't going to destroy me. As long as he hides it well during recordings, we're fine."
"He's my best friend though~" Mingyu whined. "I want my two best friends to get along well."
Cyana let out a shaky laugh, hit by a sudden jolt of pain when Mingyu pressed on a particular spot. "Sadly we don't always get what we want." She squeezed his shoulder. "Really, though. It's okay. I still have more friends than I ever had before."
He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged. "I didn't really have friends growing up, is all. I was busy."
Mingyu looked at her sadly. "That's not good. Childhood friends are the best. You didn't make any at school?"
Cyana thought for a little bit, reaching over to move Mingyu's fingers to a certain spot where she felt like the pain was the most. "I had some friends in Vancouver, but once we moved to LA, everyone kind of already had friends. So it was awkward to join them."
"Oh." Mingyu couldn't wrap his head around the idea that Cyana didn't have friends in LA. She was so comforting and funny and pretty and good.
"They were all mean anyways." Cyana shrugged off the heaviness that the memories had brought her. "Not very friend-material."
Mingyu nodded. "I guess." He was still sad though, imagining lonely baby Cyana in the middle of a busy and large LA.
Sensing his sadness for her, Cyana offered him a bright smile. "I have you now. And Shua. And Kyeomie, and Boo, and Chan, and Vernon." She began counting them with her fingers, earning a smile from Mingyu. "And Hannie, and Hoshi, and Jun, and Haohao, and Seungcheol." She paused. "Well, kind of Seungcheol. I don't know if we're there yet." Looking up at Mingyu, she smiled. "But still! That's a lot of friends."
"I'm glad." Mingyu could only say, although his eyes said a whole lot more. I'm glad you have us. I'm glad you see us as your friends. I'm glad you're our friend. My friend. Cyana's grateful smile told him she understood.
The next morning, Cyana woke up in a stranger's bed. She sat up, frowning when she didn't recognize the bedroom she was in. Mingyu's bedroom did not have pretty LED lights coming from the ceiling, and last time she checked, he didn't own a gaming station.
"Get up."
Her eyes widened at the sound of Wonwoo's voice. She turned her head to look at him, leaning on the doorframe of the connected bathroom.
"What?" She mumbled, still deciding whether or not it was all a dream. It had to be, for on what planet would she wake up in Wonwoo's bed?
"I said get up." Wonwoo sighed, pushing himself off the doorframe to grab his coat from the foot of the bed. Sensing her confusion, he bit back a tiny smile. "You and Mingyu both fell asleep on the couch last night. I brought Mingyu back to his bed but found you couldn't fit comfortably next to him so I brought you here." He threw his coat on, grabbing his keys and phone as well. "I slept outside on the couch, don't worry."
Cyana's face flushed. It didn't go past her that this was the most words Wonwoo had ever spoken to her. "Sorry." She moved to get up. A large hand stopped her, grabbing her shoulder.
"Sorry." Wonwoo mumbled, releasing her. "Your ankle."
"Oh." Her face flushed again. "I think it should be fine. Mingyu's pretty good at physical therapy."
Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Cyana stood up, gingerly placing weight on her bad ankle. Wonwoo stood a couple steps away from her, ready if something were to go wrong.
"It's fine." Cyana gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks. You could've just left me on the couch." She had definitely expected him to.
"Maybe I should've." Wonwoo muttered. "Hip Hop unit's got practice early today. Breakfast's on the table. Don't call. Don't burn the house down. And don't touch my things." He left the room without another word. Cyana heard Mingyu's voice from the distance and could hear the front door shutting behind them.
She blinked, frozen. She didn't know whether to cry or celebrate that Wonwoo had finally acknowledged her presence. His actions and words confused her greatly. It was i put you in my bed and slept outside so you can sleep well and then shout loudly to wake you up followed by a got you breakfast ending with a i don't trust you in my house.
She sighed, shaking her head. Boys.
Although her stomach grumbled, she opted to skip breakfast. Her stylists had complained that she wasn't fitting the skirt they'd made for their stage performances, despite it being not her size at all. She supposed it meant she still had a long way to go before she would look good onstage next to the members.
Looking around the room, she was able to properly see Wonwoo's place for the first time. It was clean, she expected nothing less from him. Everything about him screamed clean.
The computer hummed with life despite it being off and it was surrounded by photographs and equipment. She smiled when she spotted a photograph of what looked to be young seventeen, huddled together in the midst of their trainee years. There was also a few photos of a dog, who she assumed was Wonwoo's back home. There were books as well, overfilling the shelves that lined the far wall. That was something Cyana could relate to, although these titles were all in Korean instead of English. She found that she missed having books to read. It was hard to find anything good in Korea that she could understand.
She could've spent eternity in Wonwoo's room just looking at things, trying to decipher a person she desperately wanted to know. Her phone rang however, startling her.
"Hello?" It was their manager.
"Oh. Manager oppa. What's going on?" Cyana frowned. The manager rarely called them, schedules and changes were usually relayed through text.
"We have a couple company higher-ups who want to see your improvement before the comeback, Soyeon-ssi. I'm sorry to spring it on you now, but they'll be at Pledis soon. Could you come over quickly?"
Her blood rang cold. "Oh, uh- yes. I'm at Mingyu's right now. I'll be there in 10 minutes."
"Great. No need to panic, Soyeon. They just want to know if you're ready."
That was the thing though. Cyana didn't think she was ready. Sure, she'd been practicing with the others, learning techniques she hadn't learnt in LA, but she still wasn't as polished as the others. She couldn't quite grasp the concept of levels and angles, although she tried her hardest knowing it was essential to Seventeen's famed synchronization.
Rushing out of Wonwoo's room, she threw on the first hoodie she found in Mingyu's room before rushing to leave, locking the door behind her. Waving down a taxi, she sent prayers to all the gods she did not believe in that she'd pass whatever test they were giving her. She wanted to debut. She needed to. She wasn't about to let herself be sent back to LA. Not when she had family here.
author's note: ahhh! thank you so much for reading! things are about to get intense (,,>ďš<,,)
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Hiii hru? I was wondering if I could request gon and killua (seperate) with a fem reader that is very girly? And I know itâs kinds weird but she kinda has pretty privilege and will literally get whatever she wants by winning at some other teenager. Shes very kind and sweet though so she doesnât take advantage of it. Sorry if thatâs kind of odd and if you donât want to write it itâs ok𫶠love you!
HI ANON !! It's completely alright 𫡠I find this request rly cute as my other post was the exact opposite ! Thank you for making this request 𫰠Apologies if its ooc ( out of character ), but I had soo much fun writing this !
âšââ IT Girl !áśť đ đ°
âšââ Girly!Reader x Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecss ( Separate ! )áśť đ đ°
ŕźâ§âË. Let's Start !ŕźâ§âË.
ŕźâ§âË. Killua Zoldyck !áśť đ đ°
⢠Now let's all be honest ! The first time Killua met you, he probably felt so annoyed and kept grumbling how they were teams with a "girl." As the stereotypical boy he is.
⢠But despite Killua's comments, you were so unbothered and even excused his actions?! He was stunned! Because if that was him, he'd internally judge them!
⢠But honestly, Killua underestimated you. In Killua's eyes, you looked so.. fragile? Yet your performance in combat impressed him! You were pretty agile, and you had a smart mindâ not to mention, you were pretty, too! Not like he would say that out loud.
⢠During the final examination, yk the time where he killed an applicant? He could see you from his peripheral vision, and he saw genuine worry and concern for him. HIM. He found that so odd that a girl like you would worry for him.
⢠When you rescued him, that look in your eyes just SCREAMED affection, and that just hit Killua in the gut, y'know? Who wouldn't fumble in their words when such a pretty and sweet girl like [Name] comes running to them with an expression like that.
⢠See nowâ in Killua's case, he's never been with a caring or sweet female since almost everyone is his household is literally fucked up. So you were a new case for him.
⢠Nonetheless, he was pretty honored and glad you came for him out of everyone.
⢠And so, he slowly warmed up to you, even growing comfortable to the point he'd randomly touch your hair, arms, fingers, just any where he thinks that looks odd or pretty.
⢠Yes ! He sometimes stares at your features and finds himself admiring them. Well who wouldn't?! The way you bat your eyelashes so innocently, the way your lip gloss reflects the sun in a positive elegant way when you smile, complimenting your teeth, the way your blush makes your cheeks so much more squishy he just wants toâ
⢠"Killua? You okay? You're zoning out again." [Name] says in amusement with Gon just looked at the boy who was staring, Killua blinked twice and hummed in a nonchalant manner, placing his hands behind his back and shrugged. "I'm perfectly fine. Better than ever. Let's get going again."
⢠There was one time where there's this one kid around their age who was gatekeeping Killua's the store's choco robots and you came to Killua's rescue, using your very cutesy face card to convince the kid to at least have 3!
⢠After that, Killua looked at you like you're some kind of GODDESS. He's been trying to convince that kid and you did it so effortlessly?! Even snagging him an extra one?! Oh you're his favorite now.
ŕźâ§âË. Gon Freecss !áśť đ đ°
⢠He found you SUUUPER cute and charismatic ! Like the whole time you two were talking, he'd always sneak in a compliment ! His words flattered you a bunch, too !
⢠He's like a natural smooth talker 'cause WHAT?! Every compliment / comment he makes about you leaves your heart beating!
⢠Instead of you making him flustered, you ALWAYS find yourself stammering over your words. Was it you who fell in love first or was it him?!
⢠Honestly with how smooth he is you're starting to think he treats every girl like this.. ( Spoiler, he doesn't )
⢠During the Heaven's Arena training, he was genuinely worried since you'd often wear skirts, but turns out you were already prepared! Introducing the.. skort! While it looks like an ordinary skirt, there were already built in shorts inside to prevent the creeps from looking!
⢠Similarly to Killua, he finds himself staring but is shamelessly doing it. When you stare back, he smiles. SMILES so charmingly, making YOU look away and he laughs.
⢠He loves the fact you get along with anyone you see or talk to !! It's probably because of your looks and personality, but nonetheless he supports you !!
⢠okay but I js know he's really vocal with your favorite features !! He probably loves your hair since it looks so silky, smooth, and soft to the touch! He also probably loves your nails too ! Almost having new and different styles monthly and he loves making guesses and predictions on what the design / style it'll be !!
⢠oh and, he absolutely LOVES how you do a wardrobe change almost everyday, you and Killua do a bunch of fashion shows together and Gon rates them :3
⢠His favorite fits are probably the ones with the very long skirts that reach the ankles with a comfy top, just anything that reminds him of Mito !
⢠He loves all the girls in his life equally :3 a lot of things reminds him of you and Mito ! So when he brought you and Killua to Whale Island to meet Mito, he was really happy that you got along well with his mother <3
⢠This was honestly his go signal to just shoot his shot, what could he lose? His mama loves you so much ! And he does too !! And so does Killua !! Everyone approves of you !!
ŕźâ§âË. End !ŕźâ§âË.
Thank you for reading ! This strictly belongs to me / killuakiru and I do not give permission for you to repost on other platforms, thank you !
#hunter x hunter#hxh#hxh 2011#hxh fanart#hxh killua#hxh phantom troupe#hxh smau#hxh x reader#killua x reader#gon x reader#hxh gon#hxh x y/n#hxh x you#killua zoldyck#gon freecss
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Alright, I love you - Chris Sturniolo
Pairings - bf!Chris x fem!Reader Summary - Chris stays out longer than expected, making your insecurities come to light. Warnings - established relationship, mentions of cheating, strong language, fluff, angst?? W/c - 994 A/n - I haven't proofread this yet. Just something I put together while I was at work today lol. I was finally able to get into my inbox last night but I only see one of them so if you sent a request in, please resend it 𼲠Masterlist Most Recent - Positive Top Liked - Pierced II Current Series - City of Love II
âHello,â Chrisâs voice is raspier than normal. It was pushing midnight, and he had been out since dinner. Normally, you wouldnât care too much but he just got back in town a couple days ago, after being away for a week, and it was late. You missed your boyfriend and the fact that he prioritized his friends over quality time with you made your blood boil. You were livid.
âWhere the fuck are you?â you seethe into the phone, trying to focus on the background noise. Faint music played, but there were no signs of a female presence, only masculine voices to be heard. âIâm at the guys house,â he speaks louder into the phone. His response earns a scoff from you, âyea right Chris. Iâm fucking stupid.â You clamp your bottom lip between your teeth, running a hand through your hair, âyouâve only been in town for a couple days. I swear to God if youâre with a bitch-â
âThereâs not any bitches here. Iâm playing the game with the guys, chill.â Itâs obvious that Chris was trying to keep his tone cool, calm, and collected. He had a hard time balancing this social life and his relationship, oftentimes picking his boys over quality with you. Chris moved you into his house a few months prior, in hopes itâd help your relationship. He wasnât wrong, it helped a tremendous amount, but you were just a girl, and you had your insecurities, as did he. You reject his excuses, repeating yourself, âyou literally just got back in town two days ago.â
âAnd I've spent the last two days with you, babe. Just hanging out for a little,â he coaxes you. Chris had a way with words when it came to you, he always knew what to say and when to say it. You knew by the end of the night the argument would be resolved, and youâd more than likely be naked in bed with him. When you donât say anything, Chris speaks up, âI promise.â
His reasoning puts you at ease, you sigh into the phone and just as youâre about to speak you hear, âhey baby. Want some time with me?â It was plain and clear it was a woman's voice. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to believe your worst fears were coming true again. You were fuming at this point, âyea, who the fuck is that? I swear to God-,â you rage but get interrupted by your boyfriend. âIt's not a bitch!â he defends himself quickly, âNateâs on GTA, itâs a fucking prostitute he honked at,â a bit of annoyance laced through his words. Not wanting to argue, Chris takes a deep breath, âyouâre funny for that one, though,â letting out a dry chuckle.
âYou think itâs funny? Iâm not fucking playing with you, Chris. Let me find out you have a bitch with you,â you snap at him, your voice getting the louder with each word. Infidelity was something your relationship has faced once before. From Chrisâs end, of course. So, you had your insecurities when it came to not knowing his whereabouts or what the hell he was doing. Last he told you; he was going to meet them for a late dinner with his brothers and Nate.Â
âY/n, thereâs not any bitches here,â he assures, but you can tell heâs clearly frustrated with you. Not giving a fuck about how frustrated he was, âlet me find out youâre lying to me.â
Chris gives in and lets out a breathy sigh, âIâm not, babe. I love you.â
âIf you loved me, youâd be at home with me at fucking midnight, Chris!â You refused to hold back this time, blinking back angry tears, and sucking a sharp breath, âif roles were reversed, youâd be breaking up with me right now!â The line goes quiet for a second for a few seconds, making you pull your phone from your ear to see if he ended the call or not. Seeing heâs still on the call, you hold it back up to your ear, âIâm leaving soon, alright? I love you.âÂ
âWhatever, Chris. Iâm tired of you constantly lying. Iâm not stupid and I know exactly what youâre doing,â you spit back at him, not letting up on your delusional thoughts. Technically, it wasn't a delusion at all. Chris had cheated on you before, and times like this showed the biggest weak spots in your relationship - your insecurities, the insecurities that he planted. Even though you had never cheated on him, you know heâd be flipping his shit if he was in your position, and he knew it too.Â
âAlright, I love you,â he voice becomes more relaxed like heâd getting some type of pleasure out of hearing you all worked up. âFuck you,â you tell him, this time letting a few tears slip before hanging up the call. To no avail, the word âhubby đĽ°â pops up on your screen a few seconds later, this time for a facetime call. Quickly dragging a hand across your cheek to collect any leftover tears, you press the answer button.
 Chrisâs face stretches across the screen, eyebrows knitted together, and his lip pressed into a thin line. âI said I love you like a million times, did you not hear me?â he teases at his way of enlightening the mood but when he sees you hard facial expression not budging, he flips the camera around, showing his brothers and Nate. âSay hi to my crazy girlfriend guys,â making them all look up at the camera in unison. âHey girl,â Nick stretches out, making the room erupt in laughter. Chris switches the camera back to him, âweâre gonna leave in a few. I love you, okay?â
âI love you too,â you sigh. You couldnât help but feel relaxed now that he showed you who all was there with him, but you couldnât help but think a bitch was hiding under the bed.
đˇď¸ - @lvrsturniolo @unknvhx @m11rx @ribread03 @thepubeburgler
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[NONVERBAL SUN AU: Body.]
[MOON POV]
Moon happily skipped through the positive fields of Sunny's mind. He was so going to hang out with Clipsy. He slowed down as he saw Clipsy sitting down near a campfire. It was always day in Sunny's mind, which is why Moon usually hid himself from th light with his hat.
"Hi Clipsy!" Moon said happily, running over and tackling him. "Oh, you knew I wouldn't kick you off." Clipsy said. He sounded a bit...solemn? That's what Moon thought. But the world was all sunshine and rainbows! There was so much good! Moon believed that everyone got along, and that there was no fighting. "Why do you seem sad? The world is wonderful!" Moon said happily, sitting next to Clipsy. Clipsy just blinked.
"Is that so." he said, his voice holding no trace of curiosity, just sarcasm. He looked at Moon, a deep seriousness in his eyes. Though Moon didn't know why. "We need to discuss something." Clipsy said. His voice was stern as he grabbed Moon, who was still latched onto him, and gently placed him down. Surprising for someone who seemed so closed off and serious. Moon stared at him. "Are you angry?" he asked sadly, feeling upset. Clipsy's gaze softened, and he pat Moon on the head.
"I've been thinking...and uh...I think I want my own body. I don't like...this one. It feels weird." Clipsy said. Moon just smiled. "I'll negotiate with Sunny!" Moon said happily, hugging him. Clipsy looked surprised. He slightly smiled, before patting Moon on the back. "Go, little rockstar..." he mumbled quietly. Moon left the mindscape. When he got back, he saw Sunny staring at him, disbelief on his face. "Did you seriously just tell Eclipse he might get a body? And NOT discuss it with me?" he asked. Moon nodded.
Sun just sighed, annoyed. Then, he gave Moon a bunch of toys to play with as he went back to work.
Tagging people who might like it even if we aren't mutuals: @goodolddumbbanana @noinoi999 @ikamigami @multifandomcutie13 @thekillermaretwinz @inkyucu @skyuvu123 @ryomaandgundhamkin @coffee-the-bat @sen-sational @dagh0stking @ilikescience-confession-blog @tsamsconfessions123 @silly-a-777 @nosleepygay @eddwardharrison @bloodmoon-da-idiot @lunarlovesbeanbags @mo0ndr0p @sleepy-hall @a-fucking-tornado @rayofmfsunshine1201 @darksuns-beloved-pet @letthebloodrunlikeariver @astrofairy06 @bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry @sunny-sourzii @upsidedownapple @yelesomeblue @deyisacherry @zampop2 @h-didanart and literally anyone else. Half the people on here are not my mutuals and half of them are. If you would like your tag removed, just ask me and I gladly will. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
#Nonverbal Sun AU#tsams#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#sunandmoonshow#eclipse (tsbs)#tsams eclipse#eclipse tsams#eclipse#sams eclipse#eclipse sams#old moon sams#sams old moon#tsams old moon#old moon tsams#old moon#fnaf moon#moondrop#moon#fnaf sun and moon#sun and moon show au#the security breach show#tsbs#tsbs au
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It looks like they fell asleep.
#Pokemon#Pokemon Concierge#Pikachu#Psyduck#pokegraphic#pokemonedit#animationedit#*mine#LOOK AT THE BABIES!!! đĽş#omg this was such an incredibly cute and wholesome series#and the fact that it's stop motion animation really only adds to the charm of it#my only complaint is that it was WAY too short!!#like it was literally over in the blink of an eye#i guess i expected the episode count to be similar to that of Rilakkuma and Kaoru#so i was shocked to find out there were only 4 episodes...
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hmmmm having angsty Lights Out thoughts
#i know when i post about it i usually make it Lighthearted if not outright Memey#but oh boy. this au is dark. like - like beyond the literal meaning#imagine being abandoned by your creators without so much as a warning#one day the lights go out and thats it. no answers. no comfort. no friendly faces or explanation#show's over. curtains closed. doors locked. they're all gone#it's just waiting in a pitch black room because surely the lights will turn back on. the next day will come#but it Won't. the next day won't come. it will never come. your friends won't open their eyes again. it's just you now.#you've always had company - friends and the comfort of feeling Watched Over by something beyond your understanding#but you blinked and its gone now. it's just you. no matter what you try or what you do - its. just. you.#days and weeks and moths and years of silence and a complete lack of color#burning matches down to your fingertips just to remember what shade of yellow your fleece is#its still wrong. firelight stains the color.#slowly forgetting the sound of your friends voices and what their smiles looked like and what the memories you made with them were#what was your best friends favorite joke? what was his hotdog order? how did he laugh? he used to pose for your paintings didnt he?#you can't be sure anymore. maybe the neighborhood was always dead. maybe You're dead. how can you tell?#you don't breathe. they don't either. they used to didn't they? you never did but they used to. ...right? you hope their dreams are sweet#one of your friends starts sleepwalking. you're so happy. she hurts you. you know she didnt mean it. you're scared anyway.#you can only see with one eye now. it feels... Wrong. all of your chalk drawings start coming out wrong too.#you keep missing when you reach for things. just one more thing to adjust to#were the lights ever on? or was that your own dream? you thought that was something you couldnt do.#you also thought the lights always come back. you were wrong about that. what else are you wrong about?#wh lights out au#wailing sobbing screaming etc over lights out wally... this poor little 12 apples dude...#aimlessly wandering through the town... walking through the buildings....#eventually getting so fucking lonely and desperate that you keep your best friend's severed arm for comfort#all you can do is protect your eternally sleeping friends from the Things crawling out of the shadows#mark another tally on the ground for each full circle the town clock's short hand completes#and wait for the day you fall asleep and join your friends dreams. it will happen someday.#you can feel it in the pitch seeping from your eyes and mouth. more with each decade that passes#just a little while longer. some more waiting. just you. in the dark.
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2005 Belgian Grand Prix - Post-Race Press Conference - Fernando Alonso & Jenson Button
#this is entirely self indulgent bcs i just thought they looked soooooo good#this is a little unhinged but THE WAY JENSON BLINKS IS RLY CUTESY TO ME#like you could literally put like the cartoon blink sound effect over him#(wait could that be my next project-)#the 'now a few words in your language' part for me is just 'okay now the drivers will make eye contact w you hehe'#i did some color correction w these which im pretty happy w? once you edit them you realize how washed out the og clip is#(heres what i dont get)#(how the hell have i made 4 posts from this race??? it wasnt even that interesting?? whatever ill take it)#fernando alonso#jenson button#f1#formula one#formula 1#jb22#fa14#we do a little bit of f1#2005 belgian gp
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im .. always gonna be salty about my brief spit of contact with the ADHD clinic i was referred to because it was comically bad but mostly strike 3 on my already piss-poor opinion of mental health services in my area when i didnt have the freedom or mental bandwidth to try again
#like i literally had real ass reasons i needed to cancel these appointments as well but ooohh noooo#without speaking to me at all they can tell from a little glance at my medical history that i probably dont have ADHD#strikes 1 and 2 by the way were 1 - the ordeal of gender identity clinics in general being so ... messy ... and taking ages#(ages at that point is a blink of the eye compared to the TWELVE YEAR WAIT LIST which now exists)#and 2 was the regional mental health care nurse causing me to have a panic attack ..#in a way which even the student doctor with him was clearly uncomfortable over ... he sent out my two family chaperones as a 14 yr old#who could barely talk to ANYONE because 'it wouldnt be a good assessment' or some shit#anyway ... salty#im coping but i do think its likely i have adhd still ... just effort getting it sorted at this point yknow#im 28 and have other life shit to deal with other than starting a fight with mental healthcare over my idiot brain right now#rory's ramblings
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