#mind that up until smth like two years ago i just made boxes. that was the extent of my building
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the fancier sister of the canal view townhomes, this is the industrial canal district townhomes. nikolai and bambi will be moving here in year 4 spring. it features four townhomes and three single bedroom apartments.
#p#ts2#sims 2#sav: bloom valley#i defeated my demons. it's basic but it was my first time using cfe and grid adjuster#mind that up until smth like two years ago i just made boxes. that was the extent of my building#no common area this time. it made sense to me since this is more upscale so maybe not as community forward as the poorer place?#although the single room apartments here are defo more affordable than the others. way smaller though#bambi n niko will be in the biggest. it has two rooms with possibility to expand if i wall off a section on the top floor#you know. as the family grows#makes sense to move them now esp with niko finally getting into politics and getting paid way more#looking at the buildings around and knowing who will live where sdfjsdfjsfd lmfao
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˗ˏˋ 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 ˎˊ˗
✰ PAIRING ( terushima yuuji x fem!reader ) ✰ WORDCOUNT ( 1.9k ) ✰ GENRE ( ansgt, songfic ) ✰ WARNINGS ( um one swear word, angst, implications of de*th )
all the memories that we make will never change we'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain and I swear that I'll always paint you golden days ♫ panic! at the disco
✰✰ NOTE.. so uH i think this is the first angst thing i wrote that im actually happy with and i know terushima isn’t someone a lot of ppl write for so to the few ppl who see this</3 hope u guys enjoy:”)
“Ughh where is it,” Terushima grumbled to himself as he pulled open drawer after drawer. He had searched all the cabinets, all the tables, and just about every inch of his apartment but has yet to find his phone charger.
As he closed the second to last drawer on this shelf, which held no phone charger, he pulled out his phone and saw it had 1% battery remaining. Quickly, he unlocked it and went to his contacts. Before he could make a call though, the screen turned black and he was left staring at a faint reflection of himself.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. “She’s gonna get upset again.”
He clutched the now dead phone in one hand and ran the other through his hair, sighing in exhaustion. Today had been tiring enough with work and now he had this to deal with.
There was still one more drawer he hadn’t checked though. So, he lifted his hand out of his hair and pulled it wide open.
In it sat a small box.
He knew of its contents the moment he laid eyes on it. He also knew opening it now would only make him feel worse, not to mention, it would definitely delay his plans.
But for some reason, a longing for nostalgia or maybe the person that brought such nostalgia, his arms unconsciously moved to take the box into his hands.
Your words echoed in the back of his mind as he traced his fingers along the edges of the box.
“It’ll be like our little time capsule. For us to open when we’re all old and wrinkly…”
A deep sigh escaped his lips.
Every rational thought that came into his head begged him not to open it, to put it back, to forget he even found it.
Instead, his fingers moved to lift the cover and lay it down on the floor beside him.
And there you were... a polaroid of you at least.
Your lips were curved in a sweet smile inviting him in and breaking his heart all over again. Up until now, he could barely recall what your face looked like when you were happy, truly happy. He could only remember the tears and regret you had on your face towards the end…
But seeing you like this again, the wideness of your smile, the crinkle of your eyes… you radiated a joy and happiness he had begun to forget in you.
He stared at the picture for a good minute before turning it around to see the familiar strokes of your handwriting.
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!’ and under it ‘(first pic taken with the polaroid my baby Yuuji got for me<3)’
“My baby Yuuji,” he whispered.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” he sang softly into your ear as he held you from behind, swaying gently in tune.
“Happy birthday dear Y/n.. Happy birthday to you~”
You turned to kiss the blond and he pulled you even closer to him.
“I love you babe, happy birthday...”
The tiredness he had felt just moments ago seemed to have fluttered away when he found you again in the polaroids, and a longing burst from the depths as he put the picture down and picked up another one, his hands once again moving on their own will.
This one had the two of you standing together, backs facing the camera. It was taken at a beach when the sun was still high in the sky and the water glistened blue. But it wasn’t the scenery that appealed to him, nor was it the way the sun wrapped around you two in perfect golden light.
It was how close you were to him. The physical distance between you two was barely existent. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and his were draped over your shoulders.
‘Sea breeze, cute outfit, sand between my toes, and 1 Terushima Yuuji… Damn was today great.’
How he would give to be that close to you again.
“Ok 3, 2, 1…”
You clung on to him as tight as you could and he smiled, pulling you closer.
At the sound of the camera click and the hum of the photo being printed, you let go and quickly turned around to thank the woman for taking the picture.
When you did that he felt off; as if a part of his body was just yanked away. It wasn’t an extreme feeling, nor was it painful in any way. It was more just a lingering emptiness that was put to rest a few seconds later when you were back by his side again.
He put his arm back on your shoulder and peered down at the polaroid in your hand. You were staring at the photo patiently waiting for the colors to fade in. And when it finally did, you smiled satisfactorily at it before tucking it away and flashing another smile to the man right next to you.
Terushima closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to clear his mind. It’s been years, he shouldn’t be dwelling on the past like this.
And yet, there was comfort in the pain the memories brought.
When he opened his eyes, they landed on yet another photo of you. And as he has been for a good part of his life, he was drawn to you. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up and let the memories wash over him once more.
After a while, he set it down and picked up another. And another. And another. Each capturing a moment with you he would never get back.
It’s been years since he’s had to learn to live without you. Truthfully though, he never did learn how. The sun became a little dimmer, the rain a little harder, the breeze a little less refreshing. The world lost its vibrancy when he lost you. He adapted, got used to the dullness, but he couldn’t learn to live the same anymore...
He picked up another polaroid.
This one didn’t have either of your faces on it. It just showed the two of you holding hands against a dark background.
The bottom held no words but instead an arrow pointing to the right. Terushima turned the polaroid and saw a small envelope attached to the back. Curious, he opened it up and pulled out the piece of paper snuggled inside.
‘This one’s a bit longer than any other note I’ve written for a polaroid but… I kinda just realized smth really important. He drove me out at 3AM in the morning to get food because I said I was hungry. Then we sat in his car listening to some old mixtapes he had. They were pretty crappy but it didn’t matter. I love Terushima Yuuji. I’ve said it a million times before but last night it really hit me, hard. I love him in a way I’d never be able to love anyone else.
I want to go on more dates with him. more stupid dates, more romantic ones, more 3AM dates, more cuddle dates. And even though it might be selfish of me, I want to spend my every breathing minute with him.
If I can’t have anything else in this then I just want these golden days of ours to last forever..’
And before he realized it, tears were rolling down his cheeks. Fuck it all. He missed you. He missed the days you had together, the nights spent in each others’ arms. He missed you so much it tore a hole in his heart and all he could see when he looked at the sunlight drifting through the window was just darkness.
It pained him to know that everything you wanted was all he ever needed. It pained him that he hadn’t realized this until it was too late. And it pained him most that you were never coming back.
Why’d you have to leave?
He tried so hard to stop asking this question, and for a while, he was successful. But the polaroids, your handwriting, the memories, you.. there was just so much pain in the happiness of the past.
But you were gone. He had accepted that long ago.
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“Terushima, you in here?” a familiar voice called from outside.
Right, he forgot about Misaki. Wiping any tears left on his face, he put all the polaroids back in the box, covered the lid, and left the room.
“DADDY!!” a little girl yelled, running at him full speed. He bent down and lifted her into his arms effortlessly.
“Oh you’ve gotten heavier. How much has Misaki been feeding you huh?” he teased.
The little girl pouted as she pointed to the floor signaling she wanted to be put down. Terushima chuckled and did so.
Walking over to a slightly annoyed-looking Misaki, he muttered an apology for not going to pick her up and a thanks for taking care of his daughter.
“Hey wait, you look like you’ve been crying… Are you ok Teru?” she asked, eyes showing her concern.
He let out a deep sigh.
“I uh- I found a box with some old pictures of Y/n and I just-”
She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
“Look, I know you miss her and I know you know this, but don’t get too stuck in the past. Focus on what you have now,” she said looking in the direction of the young girl who had made her way over to the small pile of stuffed animals on the couch.
He rubbed his face and nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, thank you Misaki.”
“Ok,” she replied with a sympathetic smile. “I’ll be going then.”
Terushima nodded again and after she said bye to his daughter, he walked her to the door.
Turning back he leaned on the wall and looked affectionately at the girl playing on his couch. She was still so young, but it’s been almost 5 years now that he’s taken care of her.
Time seemed to fly by with her and yet it felt like so long ago he welcomed her to the world.
He understood now the past and its memories were something to be treasured. It was not something to cling on tightly though. The golden days of the past are gone, but the glittering rays that coated the floor and walls of his living room tell him it’s a new age.
It was an age he had to cherish well.
Deciding to do something he’s been putting off, he walked back into his room and brought out the box with all its polaroids and memories.
“Yui, come here. I want to show you something.”
She stared at him before taking one frayed teddy bear into her hands and walking over to her father. Taking his outreached hand, she looked at the box he held in his other.
Sitting at the top of the pile was a photo of a beautiful woman. The sun was shining bright in the background and the light swirled around her as if she was wrapped in a golden halo.
“Is she an angel?” Yui asked innocently, pointing to the picture.
“You got that right,” he replied with a sad smile. “She’s the most beautiful angel out there..”
He watched as the young girl picked up the photo, seemingly mesmerized.
“That angel is your mom.”
“My mom?” she echoed. “Mommy is an angel?”
He smiled and ruffled her hair, “She sure is, and you know what? She’s looking out for us from heaven, so you better be a good girl for her, okay?”
✰✰ NOTE.. pls lemme know if u guys thought this was angsty enough sdkjlsdg,,,, i dunno i can’t seem to tell whether angst is painful enough yet;-; also don’t mind the name yui dkglsd it was the first one i could think of T-T
✰✰✰ TAGLIST.. @lilikags @luna-in-luv @kureyama
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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!
-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...
-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way
-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)
-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....
-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)
-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:
which is hilarious.
-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports
-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.
-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.
-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)
-danny. with a SWORD.
-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?
-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)
-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder
-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.
-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???
-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.
-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3
-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)
-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here
-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.
-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)
-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...
-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.
-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.
-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.
-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.
-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.
-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun
-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)
-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect
-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls
-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*
-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(
-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes
-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD
-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.
-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳
-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.
-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)
this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes
(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)
ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)
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THE PASSCHENDAELE FIRST I LOVE U BLURB WHEN DANIEL PLAYED PIANO GOT ME THINKING - POST WAR DANIEL LIKE BEING ALL QUIET AND NOT REALLY ENGAGING WITH HIS HOBBIES HE HAD BEFORE THE WAR AND ONE DAY LIZZIE LIKE COMES BACK HOME FROM GOING OUT OR SMTH AND HE'S PLAYING PIANO AND HE ISNT LIKE SINGING BUT JUST HUMMING SMTH
Daniel was not the same person he once was when he returned from the war. He was once an excitable and talkative and happy young man but it was apparent that the things he had experienced had changed him and it was rare for Elizabeth to even see much of a smile on his face. The most she had seen him like his old self was their wedding day but that faded with the rest of his expressions the day after and he was not much more than a phantom again.
Elizabeth knew Daniel loved her, so it didn’t phase her much that he never really told her as much but at least that started to improve after their wedding. He would slide quietly up behind her and whisper it right in her ear like it was a terrible secret; just a gentle “I love you” before letting her continue on with whatever she was doing.
It was more worrisome to her that Daniel seemed to drop all his previously enjoyed hobbies since he had returned. She figured it was part of his grieving process but soon the weeks turned into months and was approaching years and the piano in their parlour was gathering dust. Whenever she suggested that he practice a bit, she was met with a tight expression and a soft headshake. Daniel really didn’t do much at all really except follow Elizabeth around whenever he could. She was desperate to help him get back to his life before the war but her efforts were never successful.
In Daniel’s mind, there was no reason to play piano. Music was always something happy and he didn’t feel happy…he felt too exhausted to even bother lifting the cover on the keys. The piano that sat in their parlour came from his childhood home as a wedding gift from his parents; a kind thought, but it only brought memories back from his childhood; playing piano while Christian read by the fire. Sometimes they would share a song together, even if Christian didn’t have the best singing voice but it always made for a few good laughs.
It was another one of those days were Daniel felt really low. He struggled to get out of bed in the morning and didn’t finish much of his breakfast, barely giving his wife half an acknowledgement when she said she had to run a few letters to the post office in town. She asked if he wanted to join her, but Daniel didn’t want to get up yet alone travel outside.
Elizabeth pet her hand through his messy brown hair and pressed a kiss to his head as he leaned his cheek on his folded arms on the dining table. She ran her thumb over his flushed cheek, “I will be back quickly, darling. Try to get dressed. I love you.”
Daniel only blinked tiredly in reply. Elizabeth kissed his head again and then headed out the front door.
The house fell into silence. Perfect, torturous, pin drop silence. Well, except for the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle in the parlour. Daniel’s head was still rested on his arms and his eyes drifted over to the clock, the soft ticks reminding him of the metronome when he was little and was learning piano. Christian would get so annoyed with the sound after a while.
Daniel nuzzled his face into the crook of his arm a bit more and his eyes scanned the parlour and found the untouched piano in the corner. The mahogany wood was freshly dusted as Elizabeth had cleaned the house only a few days prior and the late morning sun that came through their front window seemed to make the wood shine.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Daniel drummed his fingers gently on the dining room table as if he was afraid to move, trying not to picture the day Christian finally had enough and hid the metronome in the highest kitchen cupboard.
“You can have it back when I’m dead.”
In a sense, he wasn’t wrong. Daniel, having hated to upset his older brother, taught himself piano without the use of the metronome, and now, two years after Christian died, the same metronome sat on the top of the piano.
Daniel slowly stood up from the dining room table, his mind nearly completely blank as he shuffled across the small house and into the parlour, sliding his hands in his pyjama pants pockets. He stopped in front of the fireplace and glanced over at the clock ticking steadily and then over to the piano sitting close by.
Daniel bit lightly on his bottom lip as he took a few slow cautious steps over to the piano. The bench was tucked under the keyboard, where it had been for a few months since they moved into their house, the metronome sat gently on the top of the back of the piano. Daniel pulled one hand out of his pocket and moved it ever so slowly and hesitantly to the pyramid shaped wooden box. He used one finger to pull open the cover and then took a small inhale before releasing the pendulum.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
A steady rhythm of 70 beats per minute filled the quiet parlour, the same setting that a younger Daniel had been using for his music lessons.
It was soothing, and Daniel stood for a few moments in front of the piano with his one hand resting on the top as he watched and listened to the metronome swing back and forth.
His eyes dropped to the shut piano and he lowered his hand to graze his fingers over the smooth wood before linking his finger underneath and hoisting the fallboard up to reveal the keys.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Daniel traced a few keys ever so gently with his finger before pausing on one. He took a breath.
Plink
Daniel stayed perfectly still as the note faded away.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
He took a shuttering inhale and glanced towards the door as if he was going to be caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, before slowly sliding the bench out and took a seat. Daniel stared at the keyboard in front of him as if unsure how to play anymore…as if he was worried her wasn’t allowed to play anymore. He figured life was forever going to be punishing him; so why bother doing something you enjoy?
But his fingers nearly tingled against his thighs and he couldn’t help himself but to raise them up against the keys. He just rested them on top ever so gently as if he was simply playing in his imagination. He waited in the silent parlour, as if waiting for an absolution.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
He must have drifted because his fingers suddenly pressed down, and a few loud notes startled him back to quiet reality. Daniel stared down at the keys as the notes faded out before he hesitantly set his hands back on them again.
He took a soft breath and pressed a few keys in a simple pattern. He wasn’t sure how he remembered the tune – probably from having played it and practiced it so often in childhood – but he let his fingers and his habit guide themselves along the piano until the song was filling the small house.
With that warmup under his belt, Daniel easy moulded into a more advanced song, his heart racing with lightness in his chest as he played to the rhythm of the steady metronome.
Elizabeth returned home quickly, hating to leave Daniel alone when he was having a bad day like he had been, and she rushed up the front steps to head inside. She paused at the sound of music, her hand barely grazing the door handle. The muffled sounds of piano music from inside had her eyebrows furrowing a moment in confusion and she quietly stepped inside to see what was going on. She closed the door silently behind her as it was easily muffled by the strong beautiful sound of the piano, and she glanced around the corner into the parlour.
Daniel was sat at the piano with his back to her, playing one of the songs he would always play when he came over to her parents’ house for dinner all those short years ago. Just a gentle paced ragtime tune that always set the mood of the evening in her warm house by the fire. Before the world turned dark.
Elizabeth stood in peaceful silence as she watched him play, how he let the music move him gently along with the tune until the song came to a conclusion.
Daniel set his hands back on his lap and caught Elizabeth’s reflection in the glass picture frame on the mantle and he turned to her, an honest smile on his lips. She came up behind him and he shuffled over to let her take her usual spot on the bench next to him, smiling shyly as she pressed a proud kiss to his cheek. Daniel leaned into her one-armed embrace as they fell into a peaceful momentary silence together.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
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Not sure if you’ll allow this or not but I’ll try. Before Christmas is over and I’m officially late. How about Josuke, Kakyoin and senku (see? Since it’s from more than one fandom dunno if it’s alright) where their friend is working on Christmas decorations and suddenly picks them up and when they ask “what are you doing” they just respond with “putting the star on the Christmas tree.” (If the multiple fandom thing messes with the master list you can drop senku :3)
|| you, my friend, have saved me in the way the way that because i dont have time to write a christmas special - i answered your’s before the day ended to be one instead ! and also because i wanted to write smth for Kakyoin and Senku but didn’t have the ideas :D i dont mind doing multifandom requests ! though im going to put Senku in my next post, separately so i hope that’s ok ! this took a whole day to write since its Christmas so i’ve been busy so i hope the poor quality isn’t too bad ! [ btw theyre all sort of romantic to some extent ? i hope thats ok ! ]
Josuke + Kakyoin | Christmas Tree Decorating
Noriaki Kakyoin
“Oh honey, could you pass me the red bauble please?”
When the words reached his ears, Kakyoin raised his head from the box he was shuffling through and nodded in response to the request his wife had made. “No problem,” he curtly said, picking up the aforementioned decoration and standing up to hand it over to the shorter lover, smiling when you gave him your own grin.
Decorating the Christmas tree was a special tradition between the two of you since it gave a sense of family within your home and allowed you to bond both in silence and verbally whenever one of you made a silly comment or cracked a small joke.
Nimble fingers carefully took the fragile ball and hooked it’s string onto the evergreen’s branch, it’s evergreen aspect coming from the fact it was artificial, something Kakyoin and you decided would be the best choice financially and it would make things infinitely more convenient than going out every year to try and fit a large tree into a car. As you pulled away from the tree, arms wrapped around your torso and the red headed man rested his chin upon your shoulder, humming in content at the hard work you two poured into turning the once plain tree into a true Christmas living room centre piece.
“It’s just perfect, you did so well,” Kakyoin praised, turning his face a little to press a kiss upon your cheek to further his compliment. You then turned your own head turned to the side to kiss Kakyoin fully, tired fingers stroking over his pale cheek that was accustomed to your gentle affections and welcoming touch.
“Hush you, you did as much as me! I would still be working on this thing if I didn’t have my wonderful husband to help me.” You exalterd, removeing your hand from him by dragging your fingertips from his cheek down to his jaw, moving your body away from his so that you could place your hands on your hips in a determined manner. You then added, “we’re not done yet, though!”
“What do you mean?” Kakyoin tilted his head to the side, looking the tree up and down to attempt to understand. Baubles? Check. Tinsel? Check. Lights? Check. There wasn’t a single free space for anything more on the tree so he was struggling to see what else you could want really.
“Kakyoin don’t you see?” You jokingly scolded, pointing upwards, “we haven’t added the star yet!”
The ex-Crusader made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, almost slapping a hand over his face over his mistake. The star! How could he forget? It was only the most satisfying thing to add to the tree, especially when you both spent hours a couple of years ago choosing the perfect one. You both had almost settled on angel instead because choosing a star was strangely difficult, though you both realised that a winged person would take even longer to pick.
“Of course! Sorry about that,” he chuckled, albeit a little nervously due to his mistake, “let me put it up then.” With that, he swooped down to pick you up into his arms, arms around the back of your knees and the side of his face resting against your stomach until he look up to see your face with a mixed expression of shock and confusion.
“Honey, what are you doing?” You gasped, momentarily worried that you would fall back against the tree until you realised that Kakyoin was both too strong and reliable for that. Still, you were perplexed as to why he had picked you up.
“Well, you are my star, so it’s fitting if we put you up there.”
Kakyoin gave you the sweetest look, eyes soft with love while you stared back with wide eyes and heart skipping a beat. “Noriaki... You’re so lame.~”
Your husband then gasped at that, letting you down and mocking a look of hurt. “How could you? After I gave you all my love in one sentence!” His uncharacteristic offence over your words made you giggle and led you to give him a sweet kiss, which quickly made up for your insult.
“Come on you big cherry baby, we got a star to put up.”
“‘Big cherry baby’ ? Really?”
“You know it!”
Josuke Higashikata
It was your duty to decorate the school’s christmas tree this year, and luckily for you it wasn’t all that large either so a one man job was not impossible or too straining. You had even finished most of the tree by now, carefully plotting where to place the baubles so they were evenly spaced and wrapping around lights to make the whole thing stand out was much easier than one would have thought. The emotional reward was amazing too, knowing that you had taken up a job everyone else complained about it and refused was pretty gratifying.
Taking a step back from the tree, you admired your handy work. None of the lights were turned on but even so the tree looked immaculate! You had even hand made a couple of decorations with the help of Koichi and Rohan before hand to add to your own trees at home, so you used the spares to add a fresh look on the school’s old, reusable tree that apparently always looked the same according to the older years. Honestly if you weren’t commended publicly in the next school assembly, you would have to complain. Well, you wouldn’t because that would be pompous and bit too much effort, but you knew you deserved at least some praise from the staff who should really be the ones doing all the work.
Still, there was something off about the tree, as though you had forgotten something...
Ah, the star!
How could you forget the most important and noticeable thing of all? You knocked your knuckles onto the top of your head for being so mindless before moving over to a couple of boxes, rummaging through a few until you found the gold painted star, the sides perfectly coated with silver glitter to make the whole thing pop. “There we go, now if I’m not mistaken you belong up there, Mr Star,” you giggle, mumbling to yourself in the most dorkiest way that you were glad no one was in the immediate vicinity to overhear you.
The tree may not have been colossal however it wasn’t easy to reach the top, so a teacher had given you a stool to stand upon when need be, not that you trusted it to support you whole heartedly. Stepping onto the stool, you balanced on your tiptoes to help you lean up and place the star on the top of the tree, something that was proving to be more difficult than you had expected. “Just a little further,” you urged yourself on, trying your best to reach.
You really should have expected that things were going too perfectly as a sudden crack was heard, and if you had to guess, it was from the leg of the stool.
Sucking in a harsh breath, you felt the weight of both you and the stool give out, sending you falling backwards with the star hugged close to your chest to keep it from breaking. Your priorities really weren’t in order.
As all good stories go, the pain of your back hitting the floor had never came and instead you felt firm yet comfortable arms wrap around your body. Your eyes were squeezed shut from fear of the impact, your lids remaining closed even when your were caught as a part of you assumed you just hadn’t hit the ground yet, even though the fall wasn’t nearly as long as you made it out to be in your head. You only finally opened your eyes when you heard a warm, friendly voice say, “hey, you know I caught you right? You can open your eyes!”
You peaked from under your eye lids to see the familiar face of Josuke, a wide grin on his face like he was proud that he had caught you just in the nick of time, and his whole face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Speaking of actually.
“Ah, thank you so much Josuke!” You hugged him as best as you could while being held in a bridal style and holding onto the star, pressing your cheek against his to which his own turned pink slightly, a laugh escaping him. It really was a good thing he had caught you or else who knows what could have happened? If the star broke the school staff would sure be against you.
“It’s no problem, I’m glad I came to see how you were doing now! Guess you could say I’m your knight in shining armour,” Josuke teased, making you laugh along with him. It was clear that no matter what, he really had a gift for making you ten times happier than before. “I guess I can,” you responded, looking over to the now broken and fallen stool, trailing your eyes up to the top of the tree and groaning. “That’s just great, there’s no way I can put the star up now!”
Your distressed tone made Josuke frown a little. He didn’t really see why it would be such a big deal, especially when it was the staff’s fault for giving you a stool with rotting wood legs and it wasn’t like it should be your job to decorate the tree. Lazy bastards.
Then, he had an idea. He placed you down onto the floor to which you thanked him for until you yelped out in surprise. With a mischievous sounding chuckle, Josuke’s hands grabbed your hips from behind and he squatted down. You turned your head to give him a questioning look and only got a wink in return, your body suddenly being hoisted up up so that you were sitting on Josuke’s shoulders, a leg on either side of his head. “J-Josuke! What are you doing?!”
“Huh? Isn’t it obvious [F/N]? I’m helping you put the star up on the tree,” he replied, his words coming out much smoother than they usually did, almost as though he was flirting with you. You flustered a little at the thought though you were unsure why, he was just helping you out! It wasn’t like he was insinuating anything or even praising you after all.
Once again, you meekly thanked him and gripped the base of the star, slotting the hole underneath it onto the top spike of the pine tree with caution, praying that nothing broke or that you made him uncomfortable by having to lean forwards. “There! The job is done and I don’t have to spend a second longer on this tree,” you proudly declared, expecting some sort of congratulations from the highschooler beneath you. After a long pause, you spoke again, “uh, you can put me down now Josuke.”
“Hm? Oh sorry, I thought we weren’t done yet, since y’know, you’re the star here.” He said, his flirty tone returning with a hint of comedy in it, probably because he couldn’t even take himself seriously in the currenr situation.
You almost choked at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks and you whacked the pompadour that blocked your ability to see his face. “Josuke, that was so cheesy! Just put me down already and help me clean up!”
“Ok, ok, whatever you say lil’ star,” he teased, crouching down to let you jump off his shoulders and giving you a side hug afterwards. “You have to admit though, that was pretty smooth.”
Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with a smile before pushing him away towards the pile of empty boxes that once hosted the large amount of decorations you used, “yeah sure, whatever you say Casanova, let’s just get to work.”
#kakyoin#kakyoin x reader#josuke higashikata#josuke x reader#jjba x reader#request#i am not satisfied with the quality of this at all im sorry
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Lovebirds (Pietro x Reader)
(Gif credit to owner)
Fandom: Marvel
Character: Pietro Maximoff
Persona: Female
Word Count: 2,077
Request: i love love love your blog and was thinking if you could write a fanfic with pietro maximoff where reader and him are best friends (secretly in love with each other) and tony (who is reader's legal guardian bc she moved away from home to be avenger's computer engineer & has been training with them) teams up with others in teasing you two to finally fess up & team calls them smth like "slavic lovebirds" since reader is also from some slavic/balkan country? and talks a lot in her native language?
A/N - <3
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Begrudgingly, you stalked your way towards Tony’s lab. The cup of coffee in your hand growing colder by the second mirrored the ever souring expression on your face. You were not a morning person, not in the slightest. Raising your ID pass to the scanner the door opened with a click, “Good morning (Y/N)”, FRIDAY greeted cheerily, you grunted in response.
“Ah! (Y/N), just the person I need!”, Tony’s voice hollered loudly, he turned to face you and a lopsided grin formed on his face, “Someone got out of the wrong side of bed today”. Your frown deeped, “Заткнись“ (Shut up), with a sharp retort you took a swig of the lukewarm beverage. Tony stopped his tinkering momentarily to raise a bushy eyebrow at you, “Come again?”, he asked, spanner pointing accusingly at you. You couldn’t help but to smile at your mentor, “I said, what can I help you with?”. Half a smile pulled at his lips, “Huh..right. Can you take a look at this please?”.
You were quietly helping Tony, listening to his instructions carefully and following them still stuck in your bad mood although it wasn’t all doom and gloom.
It was fast approaching your first year of studying under the Iron Man himself. Being handpicked for an internship at Stark Industries was a dream come true for you but the end of the world for your family. Your mother and father continuously refused the applications sent through the post even going as far as to change the P.O box; it seemed nothing could sway their minds to allow their precious, (and only), daughter to leave the nest. That was until Tony Stark showed up on your doorstep. Your parents were unable to resist his charming ways, he had an answer to every question they’d asked. They had one last thing to ask. Tony had to become your legal guardian in order for you to move into the Avengers Compound and Tony agreed in a heartbeat, already feeling proud from the potential you’d shown in the tests leading up to the internship. Afterall there was no safer place in the galaxy than with the world’s only team of superheroes.
“Earth to (Y/N)”, Tony clicked his fingers in front of your face, “Something the matter kiddo?”. The recollection of events was disrupted, you answered with a sharp hum, “Just tired”. Your fingers tapped flawlessly away at the laptop placed on the workbench as you carefully documented Tony’s work. His brown eyes glanced up at you as he toyed with the machinery, “Are you sleeping okay?”, a brief expression of worry on his face, “Do you think you need to see a doctor? I can get Bruce to come give you a checkup?”. You half smiled at the Avenger, “Just tired”, you emphasised before working away in silence. Tony nodded in sympathy, knowing all too well the feeling.
The lesson passed with few comments from both parties as Tony opted to let you work in peace.
Suddenly the door opened to reveal no one. The papers scattered around the lab rustled as a precise wind flew past the desks, coming to a stop at your side. “Hey (Y/N)”, the accented voice drifted through the workspace, it belonged to the silver-haired Sokovian who you’d grown so fondly of these past months. In an instant your mood picked up.
“Hey Pietro!”, a wide, toothy grin settled on your face as you stopped your work to look up at the taller man, he was already smiling down at you, “How are you?”, Quicksilver asked politely. “I’m pretty good actually, how’re you?”. Pietro opened his mouth but he never got the words out to finish his sentence. A smirk pulled at the corner of Tony’s lips which he tried hard to bite back, “Well someone’s perked up, thought you were tired?”, his eyes darted between the two of you as he stopped his work to watch the scene unfold. A ghost of a blush painted the apples of your cheeks, smiling sheepishly at your mentor you replied, “Yeah I was but that was hours ago”.
Sassily, Tony placed his hands on his hips, “It was literally ten minutes ago (Y/N)”, he didn’t give you a chance to respond as his attention was then directed to Pietro, “And you. Why’re you interrupting our lesson?”. Now it was Pietro’s turn to be coy, “I came to bring (Y/N) a cup of coffee”. Tony looked at Pietro then to his hands and then to the desk, “I don’t see one”.
You wouldn’t of been able to tell that Pietro had dashed off had it not been for the slight movement of your hair, the rustle of papers and the fact that he now had in his hands your favourite mug, “Sorry I forgot it”. You beamed up at Pietro, eagerly you took the warm cup, “Thank you”. “Any time”, he grinned back. It was almost like Tony wasn’t there for you were both staring into each other’s eyes and smiling like crazy. “Alright alright”, Tony stated tapping his fingers against the workbench, “Stop flirting. You brought (Y/N) her coffee now dash off, we’ve got a lesson to continue”.
In a flash both your face and Pietro’s turned such a shade of red that it matched the colour of Tony’s Iron Man suit. “Yeah, yeah Stark”, Pietro rolled his eyes coolly as he tried to play off his embarrassment. Meanwhile you reluctantly returned to your laptop to hide your fluster. Slowly, but surely, Pietro made his way towards the exit, all without using his powers, “So, catch ya later for movie night?”, Pietro called, hope evident on his face. You nodded eagerly, “See ya at seven!”.
Pietro left the room and it fell into silence again until Tony couldn’t resist making a quip, “Ah so that’s why you’re so tired”.
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You were humming in the kitchen, wiggling your hips to the tune in your head. Your mood really improved once Pietro reminded you of movie night. It was like a shared ritual which happened whenever Pietro had free time, it wasn’t easy being an Avenger. Gathering snacks was an equally important part of said ritual almost as important as the film you were watching, (Pietro mostly let you stick on whatever you wanted without much protest, mostly).
Being so caught up in your happy state you didn’t hear Pietro enter the kitchen; one of his many advantages of being able to move so fast.
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest, his lips upturned in a smile as he watched you swaying about the kitchen. You were reaching up at the top shelf on the cupboard knowing it was where the silver-haired man kept his favourite snacks, but as he was at least a foot taller than you, it was impossible to get them without parkouring onto the side. Just as you were about to climb onto the counter he decided it was time to make an appearance.
“эй принцесса”,(Hey Princess) Pietro suddenly appeared next to you, looking just as dapper as ever, “нужна помощь?”, (Need a hand?). You rolled your eyes up at him frivolously, “Мне бы не понадобилась помощь, если бы кто-то не решил прятать вещи на верхней полкеь”, (I wouldn’t need help if someone hadn’t decided to of hide stuff on the top shelf). Pietro chuckled at your remark, “Last time I left things where people could reach Clint ate my entire emergency stash”, he recalled the memory with a faint frown on his face which soon ebbed away when his blue eyes focused on you again, “So do you want help or not?”. You couldn’t resist the cheeky grin which graced Pietro’s face, “I’m not grow anytime soon”, you smirked with a shrug of your shoulders. Quicksilver’s hands were played on your hips in less than a second, it was like they were perfectly sculpted to your figure. The warmth they gave off was delicious, you tried to ignore the feeling as he lifted you. You made quick work of gathering the snacks. They clanged loudly as they hit the side. Pietro lowered you to the floor where he kept one hand firmly on your hip, you didn’t mind as you leaned into his chest. It was like second nature.
Natasha observed the scene, a warm smile on her face.
“Don’t mind me interrupting”, she said softly, her steps even lighter as she crossed the doorway into the kitchen. You jumped away from Pietro like he had burnt you, “Дерьмо! Вы почти дали мне сердечный приступ“, (Shit! You almost gave me a heart attack), you clutched dramatically at your chest, trying to ignore the heat on your cheeks. “Будь немного громче в следующий раз“, (Be a little louder next time), Pietro chided wanting nothing more than to pull you back into his chest. Natasha grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, her teasing expression never fading, “Sorry for interrupting”. You quickly stuttered a reply, “T-There was n-nothing to interrupt”.
As she was leaving the room, she paused to look back at you two, “Не волнуйся, я не скажу Тони”, (Don’t worry, I won’t tell Tony). As soon as the words left her mouth, she was off.
Breathing in through his nose Pietro quickly recovered the mood, “Well grab the snacks and lets get going love”.
A few moments later and you were on the couch in front of the giant, flat screen T.V.. You’d just shoved in Cinderella. Pietro patted the empty space next to him as he held up the large fluffy blanket, he tilted his head as he waited expectantly. You waddled over and jumped into the space, practically leaching into his side as the movie started to play. His hand traced patterns into your thigh as you placed your head on his chest, “Удобная принцесса?”, (Comfortable Princess?). “Конечно”, (Of course). Happy with your answer, he rested his head on top of yours.
You and Quicksilver were too engrossed in each other’s company, the movie to realise that you had company.
“They’re cute aren’t they”, Tony watched fondly content that his adoptive daughter was happy. Natasha gave him the side eye, “They really are, but isn’t it a little weird to be spying on them?”. Tony smirked at her, “Not spying, just passing by”.
Pietro was finally building up the nerve to confess something, he hadn’t been focusing on the film just on the fact that in this moment everything felt right. He coughed awkwardly to grab you attention, “Hmm?”, you pushed off of his chest so you were face to face with him. “I’ve just been thinking y’know”, Pietro seemed to look everywhere but at you. “You? Thinking? That’s dangerous”, you teased, unable to keep the giggle spilling from your lips as his face screwed up. “I like you (Y/N)”, his voice was a mere whisper. You’re heart sped up but you tried to dismiss it as Pietro just showing his affection, “I like you too”. He sighed and moved his hand from your thigh to cover your own, “Нет, я имею в виду, ты мне нравишься больше, чем друг”, (No I mean I like you more than a friend). Your eyebrows raised to your hairline. Never in a million years did you imagine Pietro would like you in the same way too, “ты мне тоже нравишься”, (I like you too).
“What do you think they’re talking about?”, Tony quietly asked Nat. Now it was her turn to smirk at the billionaire, “You don’t wanna know”. This caught Tony’s attention, “Um excuse me what do you mean?”. Natasha just nodded at the couch, where Pietro was leaning in, both of your lips puckered.
“There will be absolutely no making out sessions on my favourite couch”, Tony whined suddenly making his presence known. For the second time today you jumped apart, “Aww come on Tony, did you have to ruin the moment?”, you moaned burying your face into Pietro’s chest. “What else was I supposed to do? Let you go full on washing machine mode while you’re sat in my favourite spot? I don’t think so”, Tony goaded, “FRIDAY’s gonna keep an eye out, she catches anymore funny business and its bedtime for the both of you”. Natasha entered the room before you or Pietro could respond, she wrapped a tiny hand around Tony’s arm and started to pull him away from the door, “C’mon Tony leave the Slavic lovebirds alone”.
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An Early Christmas Gift (Seth Rollins/Reader smut)
Summary: Seth proposes to his girlfriend on their anniversary. Fluffy smut then ensues 😅😅
Warnings: A shit ton of filler and about 8k words of my crap writing lol.
This is for Day 4 of @toxiicpop‘s @25daysofchrismuts challenge! This was really fun (and also my first time doing smth like this lol) and I hope I did it justice! Maybe I’ll do smth else like this is the future ;)
(A/N: This is probably the fluffiest ting I think I’ve ever written tbh. I squealed while writing this XD)
Y/n: your name
L/n: last name
“Does she even realize how bad she is out there?”
Nia's voice filtered through your ear as you sighed, rolling your eyes and moving your salad around with your fork. “At this point, I think everyone but her realizes how much she sucks.”
Conversations flowed through the corners of the backstage area as various members of the RAW roster and the backstage crew came in to eat and relax before the main show began. You and her, accompanied by Tamina, stared blankly at one of the TVs nearby as it began to replay one of Ronda's matches.
The three of you collectively groaned, and her voice was laced with pettiness and determination as she sat in one of the chairs in front of yours, Tamina following her lead shortly after.
“She won't be doing a lot of wrestling after I'm done with her at TLC. That Lesnar wannabe’s going to wish she had never entered a ring with me,” Jax emphasized, slamming her fists against the table, the force threatening to tip a nearby cup over. “What do you think, Y/n?”
The silent woman's gaze fixed itself onto you and you felt her eyes burn a hole into your body. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I do feel like you'd be a much better champion than that hot mess over there,” you pointed out, gesturing back to the screen behind you with your thumb. “At least with you holding the belt again, the women's division won't look like such a fucking joke.”
“Amen to that,” Tamina piped up, her sudden voice startling you. You turned your focus on to her and smirked before saying, “And besides, with someone like Tamina in your corner, the two of you would be unstoppable.” She leaned back in her chair, balancing it against the wall behind her and giving you a similar smirk.
The three of you continued to discuss Nia's upcoming title match for a few more minutes until you saw a familiar face appear in the corner of your eye.
Seth's dark hair fell down around his face and he was rocking his own merch shirt with some dark jeans and a sweater, casually strolling into the room. Your heart fluttered as you saw him meet up with Finn near the door, your focus slowly melting away from the conversation with the women at your table.
He just looked so comfortable in that moment, and the way his outfit hugged his body made you flush. No one but the two of you knew about the lines and fading marks that were left from the hard fucking you two had the night before underneath those layers. That one-size-too-small shirt and those seemingly painted-on skinnies kept the world from seeing the numerous hickies and nail marks you had imprinted onto him.
He went to scratch his beard and your mind drifted further. It pulled memory after memory of those fingers plunging into you and driving themselves into that one spot that always made you scream, drawing you over the edge over and over and over again. And he just moved his head to the right, you could still see the barely-there bite mark you had left on his left shoulder…
“Hey, Y/n? You in there?”
You immediately shot straight up and your body grew hot as both Tamina and Nia looked back at you, eyebrows raised and sly grins plastered on each of their faces.
“Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little distracted…” Your eyes darted back over to your lover chatting in the corner and they turned in their seats to follow your gaze, Nia's grin growing as she began to stand up. Stretching her arms above her head, she motioned to the woman next to her with her head to do the same.
Jax left the table first, making her way to and out the door before her. With a swift turn of her head, Tamina crossed her arms and uttered, “See you later, Y/n.” She turned on her heel and strided away but before she left, she poked Seth on the shoulder and pointed back towards you.
His eyes went wide and a smile formed on his face as he started to walk in your direction, your cheeks flushing as he made his way closer to you. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before sitting down in the seat next to you.
He held his arms out to you and you got up from your chair, sitting yourself down on his lap when he asked, “How's my beautiful girlfriend doing today, hmm?”
“If I see her today, I'll tell her you asked,” you replied, the skin on your cheeks starting to darken further. “But I think she'd tell you that she's fine, and that she's just thinking about her very special, very important anniversary that's coming up…?”
Seth turned you around, shuffling you around so that you faced him directly with your legs trapping his. Laying an arm on her hips, he added, “Well, if you do see her today, you can tell her that I did remember that our three year anniversary is soon and that I did get her something really nice to celebrate it…”
“Wait, seriously? Oh my God, Sethie, tell me. Tell me now.”
He chuckled at your excitement, keeping note of how you had started to bounce eagerly and placed kisses around his face. “But that would ruin the surprise, Y/n.”
You ceased all movement and deflated a little. “Are you sure that a surprise present is the best thing for you?” you questioned as your curious nature naturally took over.
“What's wrong with it being so?”
Cocking an eyebrow, you leaned back to look him square in the eye and smirked at him. “Oh, really? The last time you ‘surprised’ me, a cake blew up and I was washing frosting out of my hair for days.”
He busted out laughing at that moment, remembering the shocked look on your face when the red velvet cake he got for you for your birthday suddenly exploded onto you.
“Aww, but you looked so cute with all that cake on your face,” he chided, poking his fingers into your hips. “But, I promise that this one will be better than the last.”
You rolled your eyes and still gave him a small smile despite the teasing remark. A hand then tapped you on your shoulder, and you turned around to see one of the stage hands standing behind you. He whispered in your ear about how you had to get ready for your match tonight and you sighed, shaking your head.
“I was hoping that it would get cancelled, but I'll leave,” you told him, moving off of Seth's lap and standing. “Just give me a second.”
He nodded and left, leaving you alone (well, as alone as you can be in a room full of people) with Seth. “Is there anything on the agenda for you tonight?”
Your lover nodded himself and noted, “I only have a few small segments with Dean tonight, but that's about it. Maybe we can meet up at my locker room and leave after the show ends?”
You bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, holding his face in your hands. “That would like a plan, Mr. Kingslayer.” With a smile, you pivoted on your heel and walked out, heading to your locker room to get ready.
He got up a few seconds later and grabbed a water bottle off the back table, opening it and downing it in a few chugs. He made his move to leave as well when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he let out a breath of relief when Finn revealed himself and sat where you did moments before.
“So,” he asked, lowering his voice so no one else but Seth could hear, “do you have it yet?”
He scoffed, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a small black velvet box with red lining. He looked adoringly at the item and said, “I've been carrying it around ever since I got it a few weeks ago.”
“Ya should really keep that somewhere more secure. Ya don't want ‘er to find it or end up losing it somehow,” Finn stated, noting how you were perched on Seth's lap and how your leg was almost brushing the small box in his pocket
“I know, I know,” he responded, shaking his head slightly, “but this is the confirmation of everything we've been through together. I love Y/n completely, and this is just going to solidify that even further.”
He grinned down on the item in his hand, gathering it up in his fist and shoving it back into his pocket. He glanced back at Finn and said, “I have to go. See you out there, Finn.” Pushing some stray hairs back, he made his way to the door and exited, moving in the direction of his locker room to prepare for the show's taping that night.
“I'll see the two of you later, ok?”
You gave both Bayley and Sasha a quick hug as you grabbed your gym bag from the back seat and exited their shared car. The three of you just came back from training at the PC, and there was nothing you needed more than a little rest after a long day of working out. You tugged on the long sleeves of your workout shirt, the cold afternoon air around you already starting to seep in.
You turned around and saw the two girls smiling back at you from the front seats, Bayley waving at you from the passenger side. “Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow, Y/n,” you heard Sasha answer, starting the car back up.
“Oh, and happy anniversary to you and Seth, girl! You have to tell us everything tomorrow.”
You chuckled at the hugger's enthusiasm, promising to do so before closing the car door. Making your way up the front stairs to your place, you waved back at the two as you watched the car drive off into the sunset, sighing when they left your sight.
“That's only if we actually do anything today,” you mumbled, pulling the house key from your pocket and unlocking the door. You walked inside and slammed it shut in a mild frustration, throwing your duffel onto the kitchen counter. Stretching your arms above your head, you could feel your shoulders crack from being put through hell for the past few hours.
“Seth, I'm home!” you called out, your voice ringing through the empty halls. Your mind slowly starts to drift back to a few weeks ago, and to when Seth told you that he had something special planned for that very day.
Doesn't seem too much like it now.
Maybe he's just getting everything ready for me, you wondered, toeing off your sneakers and making your way to the stairs. That could be why he rushed me out the house this morning.
You finally made it to your bedroom door, opening it quickly with a huge grin on your face to find…
...absolutely nothing. No gifts, no streamers, no elaborately prepared meal like in the cheesy romantic comedies the two of you watch together. And especially, no Seth. There was just nothing there.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you walked towards the large queen sized bed and flopped down on it, exhausted from disappointment and from training. There was a small crunching sound from underneath you when you fell on top of the bed, and you slowly rolled over to retrieve it.
The now slightly crumpled envelope had your name written across the front in your lover's handwriting. Curious, you carefully opened it and pulled out the neatly folded letter, letting your eyes wander the page.
To Y/n, the love of my life,
I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to spoil you for the entire day. Trust me, that was my plan initially, but I wanted tonight to be one that you would never forget. I needed you out of the house for a few hours so I could get your surprise ready. There's a box in the closet that has a dress and some shoes inside. You don't have to wear them, of course. I'm not forcing you to. I want you to meet me at 8pm at the restaurant where we first met. It's the place where I first fell in love with you, and it's where our crazy, incredible journey together began.
Tonight is about you and how much I appreciate all that you do for me. I love you, my beautiful, wonderful, talented, sassy, kick-ass girlfriend. You have my heart completely until the end of time, and I hope that this night will cement the love that I have for you.
Forever yours, Seth Rollins
A small gasp left your mouth as your heart fluttered in your chest, small tears now falling from your eyes. You dropped the note onto the bed and rushed over to the closet, opening it abruptly to find a black box tied with a sheet gold ribbon sitting at the bottom. Kneeling down, you carefully unravel the ribbon and take off the lid to find a beautiful black dress with gold engravings along the sides and along the collar, and a pair of red bottoms resting inside.
You took the dress and shoes in each hand and rose from your kneeled position, taking a look at the clock beside your bed. “Ok, it's 6:15 now. So I have enough time to shower, shave my legs, do my hair and makeup, get dressed, and get out on time if I start…right now.”
Tossing both items onto the bed, you ushered yourself into the bathroom and chucked off your workout clothes, grabbing your razor and slipping into the shower. The steaming water melted into your skin, providing your body with the bit of relaxation it needed. You lathered up and dragged the razor down your legs, careful not to cut yourself in the process.
Rinsing off and jumping out, you toweled yourself off and wrapped another one around your hair. You left the bathroom and walked over to your dresser, opening it and remembering what you had hidden in there.
In the organized mess that was your underwear drawer, you had hidden away a small plastic pregnancy test you took a whole back. You smiled at the memory, remembering how you cried small tears of joy when you saw the two thin pink lines that marked the test positive. Taking it, you placed the small package on top of the dresser and grabbed a matching black lingerie set, hoping that tonight would end with it off of you and on the floor.
You shook the towel from your head as you clasped the bra behind you, pulling the lacy thong up and over your hips. Rushing back to the bathroom, you swiftly blew out your hair and applied a quick smokey eye with some deep red lipstick to match.
You picked up the dress and slipped it on, cautious not to get any makeup stains on the fabric. After a few final touches to your hair and makeup, you were finally finished. Taking a final look at yourself in the mirror, you had to say… you didn't look half bad. The dress itself fit your body nicely and showed off all your natural curves, and you couldn't help but give a little spin in front of it.
You walked out the bathroom and glanced back at the clock. “Shit,” you panicked, seeing that it was 7:15. Dashing around, you grabbed your phone, wallet, and your keys and shove them into your purse before booking it out of your room.
As you open the door, you reach out to your right and grab the test, putting it in your bag as well. You rushed down the stairs as fast as you could, grabbing your jacket and praying to not bust your ass in your new red bottoms before heading outside and to your car.
You pulled up in front of the restaurant, your fingers twitching with anticipation. What could this son of a bitch have planned? you thought as you parked your car and exited, walking towards the entrance smiling.
The soft classical music from the building's speakers floated around as you looked at the seats near the windows to see your boyfriend, dressed to the nines in a crisp black tux. He was fidgeting with the single rose in his hand when you sauntered into the seat across from him, placing your purse in your lap and leaning your hand on your chin.
“Well, you sure do clean up nicely,” you whistled, eyeing him up and down. You took of your jacket and placed it on the back of the chair as he chuckled and tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket.
“I do, don't I?”
The rose in his hand made its way into yours, glancing down at the table as you felt your cheeks flush. He took your free hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” Seth spoke, looking back up at you with those goddamn puppy eyes of his.
You brushed some stray hairs from your face and you gave him a lopsided grin, running your hands over the smooth fabric of your dress. “Thanks, baby,” you replied, “but you really didn't have to go out and buy this for me.”
“Oh, but I really wanted to. You deserved to be spoiled as often as you can,” he said as he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
A waitress came up to your table and the two of you ordered your food, enjoying sips of the complimentary wine and talking about upcoming shows and matches. You kept catching glimpses of his fingers fidgeting with the tablecloth or beads of sweat dotting his forehead. This kept up even after you got your food and resumed your conversation, but it was getting to you too much for you not to ask.
“Seth, honey?”
“Hmm?” He was wiping his mouth with his napkin as he asked, “Yeah, Y/n? What's wrong?”
You pushed your finished plate off to the side and let out a breath. “I should be asking you the same thing. You've been acting very awkward this entire night, and you seem nervous about something.”
“Nervous?” He let out a weak laugh, tugging at his collar with one hand. “Why would you assume that I'm nervous?”
“I can literally see you gripping the absolute hell out of the table right now.”
He looked down to see his white knuckled hold on the tablecloth and he ripped it off, holding his still shaking hand to his chest.
You took it in your own and traced your thumb along the lines on his palm. “Baby, what's going on? You know you can tell me anything.” You had thoughts about if your relationship would go south and how he would break up with you if anything happened, but you never pictures this…
“Oh God, Seth, are you breaking up with me?”
“No, of course not!” he exclaimed, looking taken aback by your question. “But actually, I do have something to tell you.”
You placed your purse and the rose on your seat as he took your hand and stood up, taking you with him. You could see you anxious he was, whether it be the light pink flush in his cheeks or the tapping of his foot.
“Y/n,” he started, looking you straight in the eye and clenching your hands tightly, “from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. You've been my number one supporter since the day I asked you to be mine, you manage to keep me grounded whenever life's kicking my ass, and you're always telling me that you love me with all my flaws.”
The room suddenly grew completely silent and you could feel the pinpricks of fresh tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he continued.
“You're amazing, fantastic, beautiful, smart, talented, an all-around gold hearted person, and everything in between. There's probably a billion more words I could use to describe you, and there still wouldn't be enough.”
Is this going where I think it's going…?
“You complete me. You're always there for me, and I never got the chance to thank you for that. So, thank you for being unbelievably you. And ever since that fateful day three years ago, I promised myself that I could keep you in my life forever. Now, I'm going to solidify that promise.”
A collective gasp rang throughout the space and your jaw dropped as Seth fell down to one knee and let go of your hands, reaching into the front pocket of his pants. “I wanted to do this on Christmas Day but like I said before, I wanted tonight to be one that you'll remember for ages. Just think of it as a early Christmas gift.”
Oh my fucking God, it fucking IS.
He pulled out the black velvet box and opened it, revealing an intricately woven diamond ring, the center gem your favorite color.
“Y/n L/n,” he asked you, “will you do me the absolute pleasure and honor of being my love, my queen, my wife?”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck hOLY SHI-
You felt like your heart was going to either beat out of your chest or fall straight to your feet in that one moment. Tears began to train from your eyes as you covered your mouth in pure shock, trying to hold back your sobs.
The eyes of everyone in the restaurant were on the two of you as they waited for your response, or your lack thereof.
Your ability to form words had failed you the second he pulled out the ring, and the only thing you could do was nod your head furiously as you finally let your emotions overtake you. The applause of the restaurant patrons felt miles away when he stood back up and kissed you, cupping your face gently with his rough hands.
After a few seconds, he let go and lifted your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. You rested your head on his shoulder when you looped your arms around his neck, more tears spilling from your eyes. As you closed your eyes, you snapped them back open, remembering what you had stored in your purse.
“Wait, Seth,” you said, your voice wobbling slightly as you let go. “I have a surprise gift of my own, too.” You leaned down and opened your bag, grabbing the test and hiding it behind your back.
“I took this the morning after my birthday, and I've had it with me ever since.I know it's not a ring, though, but I'm sure it'll still make you happy,” you confessed, pausing for a moment before moving your arms back around and holding your arms out to your now fiancè.
“Happy anniversary, love.”
You could see tears of his own threatening to come out of his widened eyes as he tried to contain his own joy and excitement. He took the test out of your hands and looked at it in wonder, his own hands shaking.
“I'm gonna be a dad?”
Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as you pressed your forehead against his, his arms moving around to hold you at your waist. “Yes, Sethie. Yes you are.”
This time, it was he who buried his face into your neck, breathing in the soothing scent of your hair. “I'm gonna be a father,” he repeated, his breath hitting your neck. “We're gonna be a family.”
You let go of each other, quickly flagging down your waitress to pay for your meal while you gathered the rest of your things. The two of you exited the building with the sound of applause following behind, the erratic beating of your heart seeming to never end.
The ride back to your place was complete bliss. Your heartbeat slowed down, and Seth couldn't stop running his thumb over your ring as he drove. You two occasionally locked eyes and smiled at each other, making your heart swell with affection.
When he pulled into your driveway, he got out of his seat and opened the door, making his way around and to yours. You yelped as he hoisted you out of your seat after he opened your own door, keeping one arm under yours and another under your legs. He only set you down to unlock the front door before kicking it shut when you entered, slipping off his own shoes and lifting you up again.
“This is how I'm gonna carry you every night,” he murmured in your ear, making his way up the stairs and into your room. He dropped you on the bed, you giggling as you bounced slightly. Slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket, he slipped it off if his shoulders and laid in on the nearby dresser, doing the same with his tie.
You could feel your lacy underwear become damp as his brown eyes darkened and he undid the first few buttons of of his white shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, he gently took our heels off and placed them at the foot of the bed.
You sat up to unzip the back of your dress, but he took over the task before you could finish. “I'm gonna take good care of my future wife tonight,” he spoke in your ear, licking your earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, “and the mother of my child.”
The dress glided off your shoulders and down your body, him throwing them into the open closet next to you. Your hands made their way into his silky dark locks and pulled the band away, allowing his hair to flow freely down his shoulders.
No words were said from your lover as his eyes fell to the soft lace that hid your features away from him. A soft grown came from him as the two of you fell back onto the pillows, him admiring the way your hair flowed around your head like a halo.
“I love you so, so, so much,” he whispered, his eyes full of love and lust.
“Me too, baby.”
He wiped the new tears rolling out of your eyes as the two of of you leaned in and locked lips. The kiss was both passionate and mind-blowing, him gently nibbling on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the sensations and you started to run your hands over his clothes chest, sneakily trying to undo his shirt buttons.
He chuckled, pulling your hands off of his chest with a smirk. “No, no, no. I'm not getting undressed just yet. You, on the other hand…”
Another hard kiss was dropped to your mouth and Seth caressed your tongue with his, slipping his hands into the band of your thong and dragged it down and off your legs. He gripped your ass firmly with both hands as his mouth traveled down your jaw, your hands running up and down over his sleeves.
More kisses and soft licks were left on your neck, the burning arousal in your core getting hard to contain. You closed your eyes as he neared your collarbone and you let out a loud moan when he sucked a harsh bruise into it, biting the skin around it. His lips were red and spit-slick as he came back up, breathing heavily.
He laid a final kiss against your neck and cleverly unsnapped the clasp of your bra, discarding it somewhere in the room. Letting go of your ass, he cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed, pushing them towards each other.
“Eyes on me, Y/n,” you heard him say, lost in thought even though no real action has occurred yet. “I want to see everything shine in your beautiful eyes.”
He leaned down and sucked hard on your left nipple, biting down softly and twisting the right one with his thumb and forefinger. He alternated between the two, giving each one equal treatment before trailing his mouth down your cleavage and down your chest.
Your hands staked their claim in Seth's hair, twirling the strands around your fingers and tugging. He groaned at the feeling, dragging his teeth along your soft skin and around your hip bones. You looked down at him planting loving kisses around your stomach, running a hand over the area.
“You're gonna look so sexy when you start showing,” he said, peering back up at you as his eyes gleamed. The world seemed to melt around the two of you, and that comment only made your heart beat faster and harder for the man above you.
Moving down further, he lifted his mouth away and finally made eye contact with your dripping core. “Well, well, Y/n,” he observed, dragging two fingers over your fluttering lower lips and making your hips twitch from anticipation. “Look at how wet you are. Is this all for me?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, your lip caught between your teeth, “who else would it be for?”
Another short laugh left his body as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, moaning at your taste.
“You taste so good, love, but I need to eat you straight from the source,” he remarked, immediately leaning down and licking a stripe up your folds.
A loud moan managed to erupt its way from you as he pulled your lower body closer to his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his head. You arched your back and closed your eyes, not able to keep them open with him doing that to you.
With his thumbs, Seth spread your lips and held back another groan, his cock growing harder when he saw how wet you were in the moonlight. He pulled back the hood of your clit and circled his tongue around it, sucking it harshly into his mouth. You turned your head to the side and nearly screamed into the pillow from how good it felt.
Your pleasurable situation paused when he looked back up at your face; back arched, hands gripping the sheets for dear life, eyes closed…
He let go of your clit with a faint “pop”. “Y/n, I told you to keep those eyes on me. Don't let me catch you again.”
The dangerously deep undertone in his voice made you shiver, and you could feel some of the hairs on your arm raise. His mouth kept up a solid suction in your clit before he groaned and popped off. He licked down your folds and to your wet hole, spitting on it and rubbing it with his finger.
He took his time teasing you, licking around the area and just dipping the tip of his tongue inside you. He wanted this to last, even as you pushed his head down into you and ground down on his beard. The burn of the small hairs scraping the insides of your thighs had merely heightened your arousal as he finally drew his tongue into you.
He kept one arm around your leg to keep you spread open for him, and slid the other in your direction. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers in his and grasping it. You squeezed back harder, of course, as you tried to keep your incoming climax at bay.
You could hear him murmur things to himself as he came up for air, but you couldn't catch all of them. You could hear him say how wet you were, and how he couldn't believe you said yes to him.
“Sethie,” you said, pulling him from your folds and bringing his face up. “I said yes because I love you. I love who you are as a man, as a wrestler, and as someone who would bear their flaws and ask for help. You are an amazing person, and I'm glad to know that where going to be happily married one day soon.”
You brought his lips to yours and you two shared a loving embrace, tasting yourself on his mouth. He let out a breath and looked down at you with dilated eyes, a small smile growing on his features.
“Thank you, Y/n,” he responded, giving your hip a squeeze before going back to lick your cunt. His thumb continued to rub at your clit as he drove his tongue into you over and over again, you pulling his hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanking. He rubbed his face into the apex of your thighs, the delicious burn bringing you even closer to the edge.
His tongue left you for a moment so his mouth could suck on your folds, pulling one away from your body and doing the same to the other before diving back into you. The finger at your clit rubbed harder when he felt your thighs squeeze around his head, trying to keep you there as you reached your climax.
He plunged his tongue into you faster until ecstasy took over your body and you finally came, your head knocked back and your back arched. He let out a moan as the taste of you flooded his mouth, and he took time to savour you well.
You whimpered as he withdrew his mouth and tongue from you, the insides of your thighs already starting to grow raw. Seth's mouth and beard were glistening with your essence before he wiped it away with the back of his hand, licking it up as to not waste a single drop of you. You fell back onto the sheets, whining as he glided his palm over your sensitive folds.
“Think you can take one more before I fuck you, baby? Can you do that for me?” he asked you, laying pecks across your forehead and down your cheeks.
You tried squirming away from his hold as he ground his palm into your clit, still reeling and feeling slightly sensitive. “I don't think so.”
“Come on. You can do it.”
New waves of pleasure rolled over you when he slid his free hand into your hair, tugging on it and pulling your head back. He licked stripes up and down your exposed neck and nibbled on it, forming new small marks along the skin.
“For me, please?” he murmured into your neck as he laid another kiss under your earlobe.
“For your future husband?”
He then looked at you with love-struck eyes, his gaze burning into yours. Crossing your arms over your chest, you huffed and said, “Fine, but be gentle with me. I'm still sensitive, y'know.”
His point grew into a smile as he ground his palm harder into your clit, moving down your chest to suction your nipple into his mouth again. Gasping, you pushed your hair away from your face and gripped his shoulder. He slid his fingers down your slit and towards your hole, circling it with one finger.
“How many?”
“Hmm?” you jerked, pulling yourself out of your pleasure bubble.
“How many fingers do you want to cum on?”
You felt your core clench at his words, and your mouth couldn't speak full sentences for the second time that night.
“T-Three,” you stuttered out, shakily holding up three fingers.
Seth chuckled darkly, pressing his lips back down to yours and sliding three of his slim digits into you. You choked out another loud moan, already close to cumming again. His fingers curled and you lashed out to grab his wrist, digging your nails into his skin. He moved his opposite hand back up to your breast, massaging it with his palm.
Your vision grew blurry as his fingers moved faster, the digits going knuckle deep and his hand catching your clit every time he pushed forward. They kept pressure on your g-spot with every movement, and it wasn't long before your orgasm took over again.
You clamped your eyes shut as your mouth fell open and your hold on his wrist tightened. He extracted his fingers from your core, beads of your essence still dripping out of you as he brought his fingers to his mouth again.
He glanced at your flushed body, panting and curling your toes. A sly glint shone in his eyes as he crawled backwards and got off the bed. You sat up and rested yourself on your elbows, looking to see Seth standing and removing his now wrinkled white button down, his back facing you.
The shirt soon fell away from his body and you got a fresh view of the tattoo that lined the top section of his spine, showing off the lean planes of his back muscles. Your mind drifted into more fantasies of you gripping that back for dear life, dragging your nails down it as he pounds you into the mattress at top speed with sweat dripping down his forehead. He's growling in your ear and rubbing harshly at your clit and telling you to cum for him and only him…
Maybe that fantasy can come to like tonight, you thought to yourself as you watched him remove the rest of his clothes, taking in the view of his firm ass. Your mouth started to water when he turned around to face you, his cock hard and spilling pre-cum from the tip.
His grin grew even wider when he saw how lustful you looked while trailing your eyes down his figure. “Enjoying the view, I see?” he asked, quirking his brow and stalking towards the bed.
You smartly replied, “Hell yeah, I am,” and took his ass in your hands, holding it firmly when he climbed back on top of you. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist as he leaned on his lower arms above you.
“Although, I do like this view right here…”
A chuckle left you as he said that, but it quickly turned into a loud yelp when he twisted his hips and flipped you over, smoothing his hands down your back.
“...I love this view even more.”
You rested your knees down on the sheets, running your hands down the planes of his chest and giving his pecs a squeeze. Taking his cock in your hand, you rubbed it up and along your folds, tapping it against your clit.
He groaned above you, watching you grind down on him as he has a loose hold on your hips. After a few moments of your soft grinding, you finally reached down and spread your folds with your fingers, letting his thickness drive home for the first time that night.
“Jesus fuck, you're tight,” Seth spoke, his breath hitching as he watched his length slowly enter you inch by subtle inch before he sat balls deep inside of you. “Haven't even started yet and I'm already close to cumming. How ya feeling, baby?”
You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, looking down at his own blissed out face and scratching at his chest. His eyes were fluttering shut and you could see that he was holding back his own instincts to fuck you, like how his ab muscles strained from holding back his thrusts and his arms shook from keeping from slamming you down on his length constantly.
He looked so beautiful in that moment with all of his best features highlighted by the moon outside and he could say the very same for you, as well.
You started off slow, raising your hips off of his and gently lowering them down, wanting to savor this moment you had with him. Each slow bounce of your hips made his hold on you ever so tighter, and you could feel the small finger shaped bruises beginning to form.
Running his hands up and down your sides, he stated, “Look at how sexy you look right now, taking this cock for yourself and making yourself cum all over it. You're just taking me so well and so deep, baby, and it feels fucking amazing.”
You had to admit, the way he sort of rambled in bed was… kinda cute. You'd always had this effect on him, and it was something that you prided yourself on. Not everyone can get the Kingslayer like this, y'know.
You bent down and smoothed your hands over his chest, planting small pecks along the soft skin as you twisted his pert nipples hard with your fingers.
“Fuck!” he shouted, bucking his hips into yours and almost throwing you off balance. You chuckled into your hand, seeing how anxious he was to fuck you like you needed it. “You damn minx. I've taught you well, haven't I?”
“Yes you have,” you added, “and now I'm your little minx for good, so I can tease you all night long...”
He raised the hand that held your ring and placed a kiss to it, seeing how the small rocks that lined shone in the light. Holding that hand down on the space next to him, he wove his fingers into yours before pushing you down flat on to his chest with the other. Your free hand made its way behind his neck and cradled it, feeling Seth plant his feet on the bed and raise his knees.
“I know tonight is a special night and all, but taking it slow isn't the way to go. I know you, and I know you want to be fucked into oblivion and cum so hard that you see stars.”
He growled these words into your ear, loving how you whined and shifted your hips. “Now, doesn't that sound more enjoyable than having to do all the work? Just lay down and let me take care of you.”
He thrusted sharply into you, your back trying to arch in his grip. As he began his delicious torture, every noise around you was muffled in comparison to the sounds the two of you made. You could hear how wet you were, and the constant sliding of his cock moving faster inside of you only emphasized that fact.
Every other thrust, your clit would catch on his pelvis, pulling the hood back and running it on the hairs that lined his abdominals. Your climax was coming fast and he could sense it, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist as he pounded into you even harder. Eyes clamped shut, your free arm slid further around his neck, pressing your cheek against his.
A slap rang out against your ass as he used it to push you into him further, the bed rocking from the intensity of his movements. “What did I tell you about those eyes?” he reminded you, slapping your ass again for good measure. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when you cum fore, when you cum of this cock of mine.”
Seth focused on your neck again, and laughed darkly in your ear when he heard you moan out loud. “Maybe I should cum inside you and we can strive for another baby,” he added. “The test marked positive the last time we tried.”
You whined at that, holding him closer and saying, “Fuck, I want that. I really, really want that.” Your hips moved automatically to meet his thrusts, and you could feel your folds begin to flutter around him.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart. I'd do anything for my future wife,” he said huffing, out of breath and on the brink of just blowing his load inside you. But, he wanted to wait for you. You had to do this together, just like everything else in your life that came your way.
“Now, cum for me, baby. Cum for me now!”
The deep bite he delivered to your collarbone was the thing that did you in, and you did end up see stars like he told you earlier. When you eventually fell off the cliff of your climax, he followed suit, your cunt gripping him like a vice. You tightened your hold on is hand, the ring on your finger digging into his skin.
You could feel his cum pumping into you with every shallow thrust he gave, and you could feel your own fluids covering his cock. His dilated eyes were drawn back to yours, rolled back from the pleasure and wide just like his own. The scrape off his beard against your sensitive skin tingled, and you let go of his hand to push him off of it.
The two of you were breathing heavily and you released your hand from his, rolling over onto the sheets like log. You lifted your head from the pillows and saw him in all his glory; hair missed and tangled from your hands, red lipstick stains lining his upper chest, red lipstick smeared around his mouth.
You knew you didn't look much better than he, but you couldn't deny the fact that that man is goddamn beautiful.
He flipped himself over onto his side, perching himself on an elbow as he looked down at you. His fingers drifted to the dark mark he had just bitten on the side of your collarbone and he heard you wince, backing away from the contact.
“Sorry, Y/n,” he apologized, pulling you under the sheets with him. “I guess I need to learn how to control myself around you when we actually get married.”
You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to his lips, curling onto your side and sighing happily when he spooned his arms around you.
“Please never do. That's one of the things I like most about you,” you hummed, snuggling yourself deeper into his hold.
“Oh, really?”
You felt Seth lay a series of kisses behind your ear and around your neck, grinding his hips into yours. Instantly, you turned around and flicked him on the nose, telling him to settle down or he isn't getting any for a few days.
Groaning dramatically, he stopped and kissed your forehead, noting how you were already starting to doze off.
You were completely sure that the beard burn between your thighs was going to be a bitch and a half in the morning, but you don't care. All that mattered to you was that you were with your new fiancè, and how spectacular your anniversary had been.
“G'night, Sethie,” you spoke drowsily, sleep already claiming you. “See ya in th’ morning.”
After a few brief seconds, he felt your head drop onto his chest and heard soft snores coming from you. His hands made their way to your stomach and ran his thumbs along the skin, tearing up at the fact that he helped to create the child that was starting to grow in there.
He kissed your forehead again before burying his face in your hair, whispering, “Goodnight, my darling future wife.”
We're gonna be a family, he repeated to himself as sleep claimed him as well, pulling him down into the comfy darkness. Snow started to fall outside of your window, signalling the start of a new season, and a new chapter in your wonderful journey together.
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✨🔍Focus🔎✨
Boxer Jungkook, Dancer Jimin
2. Part: Jimin visits Jungkooks fight for the first time
A/N: I’m so done right now... I had this all already edited and this whole post finished when my laptop collapes and now I have to do everything again. I’m not gonna edit this chapter a second time sorry, now you gotta keep up with my mistakes :’) Also this can probably be read seperately? I think? Though it would make more sense to read the first part first. Anyways it’s not as long as the first part but therefore there will be a third part ;)
Word count: 4.594
Focus.
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Glissade, assemble, sous-sus, pirouette
His body drumming in tension, all muscles working and keeping his every move under total control. No finger is moving in a way it's not supposed to.
He is drilled to perfection, by his mother, his teacher and himself. It's what he did for all his life. Flying through the air, looking almost weightless and light, although his feet hurt, his legs burn and his lungs beg for air. A smile is plastered on his lips, keeping up the mask. Like a statue, strong, perfect, cold.
His eyes are fixed in the huge mirrors that cover the three walls in this studio, watching his own moves like a hawk. Everyone else, including his teacher has already left but he prefers it like that. The hours where he has the studio completely for himself are the best, he can completely focus on himself, he has all the space he wants and he can dance the way he wants.
He loves ballet, it's his passion, what keeps him going on some tough days but sometimes it's also what pushes him down. When he can't get a certain move right, or when his emotions are too overwhelming to push them down behind that mask of perfection. On those days he likes to blast his favourite songs and just let lose, close his eyes and move to the beat.
However, not today. In two weeks they have their showcase and Jimin performs in four pieces. Two group performances, one duet and one solo. They are already practicing for this showcase for almost a year now and although Jimin knows the sequences by heart now, there are still parts which are not perfect yet.
There will be critics at the show and if Jimin is good enough he might be allowed to choreograph his own pieces, get his own group and teach a class. Actually he doesn't really want to teach a class, he knows no one would want to train under him. Jimin is a perfectionist and he would drill his students to the absolute highest level, even he himself can't meet his standards so how could others?
The music stops and Jimins body stills. Well, more or less. His chest his heaving with heavy breaths and his legs tremble slightly. Sweat his running down his skin, literally everywhere, his arms, legs, neck, spine, forehead.
Jimin stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before he went to the corner where he left his stuff. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. Deciding that it was enough he grabbed his things and quickly went to the shower. After cleaning his body he threw a quick glance at the time.
Jungkooks fight is in two hours, it will take Jimin probably about 40 minutes to get to the address so he should get home soon to get ready.
He isn't really sure what that is, this evening. Like, is it a date? A meeting between friends? Just a dude watching another dude fight?
Nonono, Jimin get a hold of yourself. The way Jungkook pressed you against your own wall in your own entryway definitely wasn't a moment between 'dudes'. This has to mean something, right? Right?!
The dancer sighed while pulling the hood of his sweater over his head. After that incident a few days ago he stopped taking the shortcut to his apartment which means his way home will take almost 20 minutes instead of 10. It's annoying but Jimin never wants to experience something like that ever again. He can't imagine what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't passed by coincidentally. Or if he hadn't been nice enough to actually stop and bother beating those guys up for him.
He is pretty sure Jungkook expected a girl, considering his reaction when he saw Jimins face. Who can blame him, it's not a situation that many young men find themselves in.
A few days ago he had read a story about corrective rape but couldn't imagine it really being a thing. Like why would you want to fuck someone you are disgusted by? It doesn't make sense but he figured that most horrible things don't make sense.
Thinking about that while walking home alone isn't really helping so he falls into a slow run, trying to get home as quickly as possible.
Once home Jimin quickly changes, does his hair and may or may not apply a hint of make-up, just on his eyes and lips.
He quickly texted Tae to let him know he was ready and waited for the knock on his door. Slipping on his sneakers, checking his phone, key and wallet he opened the door.
“Hey loverboy, ready?” Tae grinned at him and Jimin smacked his shoulder.
“Shut up!” He mumbled, feeling the blush creep onto his cheeks. They left the building together and called for a cab. Jimin fiddled with the hem of his oversized jacket. He didn't like to admit that he was nervous. Obviously because of the fight. He had no idea what to expect and the way Jungkook sounded while texting he was a bit worried about Jimin being there. That's why Tae is here after all.
“I can't believe you made me do this!” His best friend said.
“Not only are you dragging me to a box fight, though you know fairly well how much I dislike violence! You also make me third wheel at your date!”
“It's not a date.” Jimin contradicted.
“Shut up it is a date. You may deny it and that Jungkook guy may be too dense to realize it, but I know.” Jimin rolled his eyes.
“Right. I forgot you are the human version of Cupid.” Tae winked at him and Jimin shrugged him off.
They arrived at the location soon later and Jimin gulped when he saw the big old brick building. People where lingering around on the street, holding plastic cups with beer, smoking cigarettes (or smth like that? He wasnt so sure) and talking casually. Most of them men, men who resembled thos guys who attacked him a few days ago in a frightening way. Suddenly he regretted putting on make up and wearing a jacket without hood to hide his pink hair. Might as well write “gay and proud" on his forehead.
Tae was right next to him and although he didn't like violence at all he looked more intimidating, being tall and build with a red bandana in his hair.
Jimin is really questioning his sanity right now. What made him think wearing a pink bomber jacket with transparent stripes on the arms was a good idea?
They passed a few groups on their way inside and so far no one really paid them any mind but as soon as they entered the hall heads started to turn in their (his) direction. Jimin wondered whether he should text Jungkook that he was there now but he didn't want to distract or bother him before his fight so he decided against it.
He overheard a few people talk when they passed them by.
“Do you think he will win again?”
“Nah he is too young. The other one has way more experience.”
“I don't know man he is a pretty good fighter. He won almost every fight until now.”
“He is trained by Agust D right?”
“Yeah, he's his best student.”
Jimin didn't exactly know why, but the things those guys said made him feel proud. Hm, weird.
The inside of the building kinda resembled a really small theatre. The ring was in the middle like a stage and chairs were circling it in long rows, only interrupted by a few aisles.
“Do you want to drink something?” Tae asked but Jimin shook his head.
“I'm good. I'll go get us seats.” He said. Tae nodded and left to the bar, leaving Jimin alone in the mass. The dancer turned and searched for two free seats, preferably somewhere in the front. He is small and he wants to see after all. People gave him looks when he passes them and he saw at least two or three who looked disgusted. It made Jimin shrink in himself, trying to disappear in his jacket. He lowered his eyes, not looking anyone in the eye and possibly offend them.
He found two seats in the second row and quickly made his way over there. He took his phone out in case Tae texts him about the seats when he noticed someone sitting down next to him, on the seat that was for Tae.
Jimin looked up and saw a man, bald with a white beard covering his double chin. He looked (and smelled) sweaty, wearing a black ACDC shirt and a cold chain around his neck. He looked like he jumped right out of a movie as cliché as it was. The man stared at him and Jimin gulped. This can't mean anything positive.
“U-Uhm...” He started, wanting to tell the man that the seat was taken but he was cut off.
“You know princess, this is not a cosmetic studio.” He snarled, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. Jimin wanted to snap back, put him in his place, telling him to fuck off and that 'no shit Sherlock, actually I expected someone to come and give me a manicure' But since the incident in that alley and being the small boy that he is, it would be so easy for the other to manhandle him.
Jimin didn't know why but Jungkook popped up in his mind and somehow it gave Jimin a hint of braveness. He didn't want to be the clichéd small baby boy who can't do anything for himself, who clings onto his sugar daddy, pouts his plumb lips and cries when he doesn't get what he wants. He is strong and independent and he can take care of himself for fucks sake. (It may also help a little that there are so many people around, this dude will probably not do anything in front of so many will he?)
Jimin didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily so he simply stated that “Sorry, this seat is taken.” And he was proud when his voice didn't shake.
“What are you doing here, huh? Do you even know what this here is?” Jimin sighed internally and rolled his eyes.
“A drama staging?” It slip out too quickly for Jimin to hold back and he saw the nostrils of the man flare and how his lips were pressed in a thin line. Oh this is not good.
“Go home princess. Play with your dolls and let the real men do their things.” He growled and Jimin wanted to tell him that the dick between his legs showed that he was indeed a 'real' man but he figured that would cross a boarder he didn't want to see the other side off.
“Why is it bothering you if I just quietly sit here and watch the fight? I'm not contagious you know.” Jimin said, trying to keep all the anger and annoyance out of his voice. The man didn't know what to answer to that, his mouth opened and closed again like a fish on the dry.
Tae chose to come back in that very moment, standing tall over the man and radiating a dangerous atmosphere, which is funny if you know what a clingy teddy bear Tae usually is. But now he was obviously pissed and it probably helped that his voice is naturally deep and rich for it made it sound more intimidating when he said
“I think you are sitting on my seat.” The man looked up at him, then at Jimin and back up at Tae until he grumbled something in his beard, took a sip from his beer and finally left.
“Are you okay?” Tae asked when he took the seat the man left just now. Jimin nodded with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess it's my own fault for, you know, dressing like this.” He said with a smile.
“What are you talking about? You have every right to dress in whatever way you please. Their stinky asses are just jealous of your confidence.”
“Pfft, what confidence?” Jimin scoffed. Tae wrapped and arm around his shoulders but didn't say anything because he knew that way Jimin would think about it way more. And before they could talk about it any further spotlight switched on and drowned the ring in yellow. A small man appeared with a microphone in hand. He greeted everyone and asked them to go to their seats. It became quiet real quick and the man in the ring started to announce the fighters, talking about their weight and previous fights and he was basically screaming everything. Probably to hype up the crowed but Jimin thought it was a rather primitive way to do. Yet, it seemed to work and Jimin couldn't say he was surprised.
After a few minutes the first fighter entered the ring. The crowed cheered and whistled and the man raised his fists as if he was bathing in the praise. The fighter was probably about 180 cm tall and build, wearing nothing but the lose shorts and gloves on his hands. He was laughing confidently and Jimin hoped that Jungkook would wash the dirty smug of his face. Something about the attitude and the atmosphere of this guy made Jimin uncomfortable. There was another man walking behind him, carrying a towel and a bottle of water, probably something like his assistant? Jimin had no idea.
The man with the microphone started talking again, now about Jungkook and Jimin couldn't help but pay a little more attention. He hyped him up just as much, talking about how great he his for his young age and how many fights he has already won. Jimin was nervous.
And then Jungkook entered. Instead of enjoying the crowds cheers he simply walked towards the ring, his body hidden by a black silk robe and his face covered by a hood. Jungkook had someone carrying a towel and bottle as well, a small rather slim man with silvery hair. Other than the first boxer, however, Jungkooks assistant(?) Was walking beside him, an arm behind his back a bit like a bodyguard and he was whispering things to Jungkook. Jimin wondered what it might be but it was way too loud and he was too far away to eavesdrop.
Jungkook entered the ring as well and finally got rid of the robe, handing it to the man with silver hair. Jimins mouth fell open. Sure he knew Jungkook had a nice body from when they slept on the same bed or their little “moment" in his entryway but seeing it like this in its full glory was... different.
His muscled were toned, obvious poking out under his tanned skin. The light of the spotlights made him glow and Jimin honestly just wanted to lick his abs Jesus Christ.
Jimin noticed how Jungkooks eyes started to wander over the auditorium, searching for something. Or rather someone. His heartedbeat picked up and suddenly his palms became strangely sweaty. Jimin gulped and took a shaky breath. Damn shit why was he so nervous all of a sudden?
He watched as Jungkooks eyes scanned the crowed and came nearer and nearer towards him and then his eyes landed on him and their gazes locked and Jimin could swear that for a few heartbeats long the whole room was empty except for them both and it was deafeningly silent. Jimin held his breath when a small smile spread on Jungkooks lips. He could hear his own heart beat loudly in his hears and he lifted his hand for a small subtle wave which caused Jungkooks smile to become bigger. Jimin smiled back and then the silvery haired man petted Jungkooks back, asking for his attention. The boxer ripped his eyes away and turned to his assistant who continued to tell him whatever.
Jimin finally released the breath he was holding and noticed that Tae was staring at him.
“I feel dirty.” His best friend said.
“Huh?”
“It was like watching a live porno. Seriously you still have drool on your chin.” Tae teased, acting as if he was wiping it away with his sleeve. “Disgusting.” He muttered and Jimin pushed him away, smacking his hand from his face.
“Shut up!” He snapped, face burning.
Moments later the fight began and Jimin could see an immediate switch in Jungkooks attitude. He was concentrated, focused on nothing but his opponent. He observed the others movements, studying him and waiting for him to make the first move.
Jimin had no idea about boxing but even he could see the difference between those two fighters. Jungkooks opponent still looked rather cocky, grinning and looking at Jungkook like he was a small boy. However, that grin faltered after Jungkook dodged the first hit.
As a dancer Jimin knows what a focused body looks like, he can see the tension, the control over every muscle. It’s a bit as if Jungkook would dance, dance around his opponent, provoking him and irritating him. And it's working. The other fighter became more and more reckless with how much angrier he became. It was somehow funny to watch.
After a few minutes Jungkook finally started to hit back. His movements were so quick and smooth, it reminded Jimin so much of ballet it was fascinating. He never really associated with this sport before getting to know Jungkook so he had no idea what to expect. He always thought boxing are just to men beating each other down but what Jungkook was doing in that ring right now was a profession. Jimin could see the training, the sweat and ache he invested to get this kind of control. It made Jimin feel so much closer to Jungkook because he basically felt the passion Jungkook had towards his sport. It’s the same passion he has for his own and ain’t gonna lie, that’s a huge turn on.
The fight continued with both fighters landing a few good hits and every time Jungkooks face or stomach connected with the opponents glove, Jimin jumped slightly and clenched his hand harder around the armrest of his chair. Yes, he was in awe over Jungkooks fighting, but that doesn't mean he didn't worry about him.
Jimin couldn't say how long the fight actually lasted, for him the time flew and crept at the same time but when Jungkook landed a good hit against his opponents temple the man finally went down. The crowed cheered and watched excitedly if the boxer will get ip again but ten seconds passed and he was still on the ground. A loud ring sounded through the hall and Jungkook raised his hands over his head triumphantly, grinning and rotating to look at the crowed. His eyes, again, landed on Jimin and they beamed at each other before the man with the microphone appeared again, ending the fight and announcing Jungkook as the winner. The silver haired guy hopped in the ring, a huge gummy smile on his face as he pulled Jungkook in a hug and handed him towel and water bottle. It was cute to watch them interact because Jungkook looked at the man with so much fondness and admiration, relishing in the praise like a child who proudly showed off a good grade to his parents.
They left the ring together and the crowed cheered again. People were petting Jungkooks back in congrats as he walked back to the changing rooms.
Earlier that day Jungkook had told Jimin were it would be best for him to wait until Jungkook would be ready after the fight so now Jimin jumped up and pulled Tae along. Out of the building and around it just as Jungkook had described, to get to the backdoor where Jungkook would leave through. He was nervously jumping up and down, while Tae was leaning on the brick wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, growling things about “euphemizing violence" when the door opened.
Jimin basically jumped into Jungkooks arms. The younger let out a surprised noise but was quick to smile and wrap his arms around Jimin.
“Wow what did I do to deserve this enthusiastic greeting?” He chuckled. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked up at him.
“Duh, win the fight obviously.” He answered. Tae scoffed next to them, causing Jungkook to look into his direction.
“Oh right, Jungkookie this us Tae, Tae this is Jungkookie.” Jimin introduced them.
“Oh hi, you must be the platonic soulmate.” Jungkook said and extended his hand but Tae only narrowed his eyes at him until Jimin stabbed him in the side with his elbow in a silent 'be nice!' Tae rolled his eyes and finally took Jungkooks hand.
“Yeah, hi.” Jimin sighed at that.
“Give us a second.” He said and pushed Tae around the next corner.
“Tae why are you being mean?” He wanted to know.
“I'm not being mean, I'm being suspicious. He is a boxer Jiminie, violence and fighting is a daily thing for him. I just don't want you to get hurt.”
“Jungkookie would never hurt me, ever! He saved me, I can't believe we are even talking about that!”
“That he saved you doesn't mean he can't ever lose control. What if you have a fight some day and his 'hand slips', huh? You don't know this guy but you are already acting as if you two know each other for years.”
“I know him better than you do!” Jimin almost yelled. His best friend opened his mouth again but Jimin hold up his hand to shush him.
“Tae, I love you but you are being unfair, right now. You always talk about not judging books after their cover but now you are doing exactly that just because you dislike violence and he is a boxer. I think it's best of you go home for today and once you got over your prejudices you will see how sweet he is.”
“Jiminie-" Tae said, taking a step forwards but Jimin shook his head.
“No, just go home.” Tae sighed but eventually listened. Once he was out of sight Jimin turned and went back to Jungkook who was awkwardly standing where he had left him.
“Sorry, about that.” Jimin said sheepishly.
“It's alright, he us only worried about you. That's a good thing.” Jungkook said but Jimin rolled his eyes.
“He is acting like a mom and there is nothing to worry about anyway.” Jimin said. They made their way away from the building. It was silent for a while until Jungkook opened his mouth again.
“Jimin, I'd never let my hand slip.” He said seriously and Jimin smiled up to him, taking his hand.
“I know.”
They went in a small restaurant and ordered so may dishes, Jimin had no idea how they should possibly finish all that. They talked about everything and nothing for a while, making silly jokes and giggling into their hands to not disturb the other customers. One time Jungkook made a joke while Jimin took a sip from his drink and it caused him to choke. He had coughed and blushed furiously but Jungkook had stared at him with so much affection and tenderness it made Jimins heart bloom.
“You were really cool tonight, by the way.” Jimin said at one point and the beam Jungkook gifted him with was worth all the uneasiness and trouble he felt earlier when he had first entered the old gym hall.
“Thank you!”
“You like boxing very much, don’t you?” Jimin said and Jungkook tilted his head to one side.
“Yeah, I guess, why?”
“No, it’s just… I could see it. The passion you have, you know? I think it’s why you were so superior to your opponent. He was fighting to impress others, you are fighting for yourself.” Jimin mumbled but blushed when he noticed Jungkooks intense gaze. “Ah, sorry, I don’t know if that made any sense… I just-“
“No, it’s fine, you are right. I’m just surprised you could see this, even though you aren’t familiar with boxing.” Jimin shrugged.
“I think on some level boxing is pretty similar to dancing. You need the same control over your body, the tension, the knowledge how to move…” Jimin explained and for a few moments they stared at each other in silence.
“Wow, usually people think boxing is just about how is the strongest and has the harder hits. The only one I can talk to about boxing like this is my coach. You don’t know what a turn on it is that you sit here and casually talk about boxing like you did it all your life.” Jungkook murmured and Jimin blushed, biting his lip. Usually he would avert his eyes and stare at the ground in embarrassment but now there is something between them that makes Jimin feel save. So instead of feeling shy, he feels excited. He used that to be a little bold, leaning over to Jungkook and whispering
“You don’t know what a turn on it was seeing you in that ring, all naked and sweaty.” Jungkooks eyes widened and Jimin could see how his pupils dilated.
“You know, it would only be fair if I could see you dancing too now.” Jungkook said.
“My studio actually has a showcase in two weeks, if you really want to I can get you a ticket.” Jimin said, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s not that he is embarrassed about his dancing, he knows he is good at what he is doing, but knowing that Jungkook will be there watching him was… exciting.
After they finished their food they took a walk through the city. Jimin always liked taking walks through the night but he didn’t do it since he moved to the city because he never felt save enough, but now with Jungkook by his side it was like mothing could ever hurt him again.
The taller had an arm securely around Jimins shoulders, keeping him close and Jimin had snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of Jungkooks body.
“Jimin?” Jungkook said at one point and Jimin hummed, signalling him to keep talking.
“Is this… like uh… was… was this a date?” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at how adorably nervous Jungkook sounded. He looked up at him and stood on his tip toes to press a kiss on the boxers cheek.
“I hope so.”
Jimin didn’t know for how long they paced through the dimly lit streets but after a while they ended up in front of his apartment building. He didn’t want Jungkook to go but he also didn’t want to rush things.
“I had fun tonight. Thank you for letting me see this.” Jimin said. Jungkook shook his head with a smile.
“Thank you for coming.” They smiled at each other and before Jimin could react Jungkook had leaned in and pecked his lips once, twice. After the third time Jimin grabbed his collar and pulled him in to kiss him properly. He felt Jungkook smile against his lips and bit it playfully, tugging on it and running his tongue over it afterwards. Jimin pulled back with a grin when Jungkook groaned.
“You are evil.” The younger said and Jimin shrugged amused.
Jungkook left after another few kisses and soft ‘goodnight’s.
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wanted plots & established connections !
ok cool... this rlly aint shit but ! i’ve come up with some ideas (or alex reminded me of a bunch of connections i wrote for an rp that never opened) that i’d be down for. they’re not in order or anything bc there’s a few that could work for a couple different muses so i’ll just list those details after each one. if u see smth u would be down for just ... lmk :P here is my muse list for quick reference. updated w more !!
01. a box of friendship bracelets and low quality selfies from 2009 tucked away in a closet is all that survived a dynamic friendship that fizzled into nothing. as roommates, a & b shared everything – a set of first times included. then, interests they once shared began to change and both felt as if the other was leaving them behind. neither wanted to be seen chasing desperately after someone that wasn’t interested, so they both pretend they stopped caring long ago. (ex best friends, possibly romantic, misery !) paris, aja, arabella or angel for either muse a or b.
02. a & b were in an extremely close relationship for over a year, though their friends often debated the seriousness of it as they seemed to spend every second weekend broken up. heated arguments from friday were always completely forgotten by monday, much to everyone else’s frustration. it all came to an end when a particularly nasty argument forced a to take an abrupt vacation, coming back to find b already dating someone else. (ex romantic, drama n tension. that someone else could be an npc or another muse.) angel as muse a, percy as muse a, tomas as muse a or b, rosie as muse b, or luma as muse b.
03. though they had known one another for months before, a & b didn’t really clique until their first argument. ever since then, the two have held tight to their friendship and even more to their weekly debates. they fight about anything and everything, no matter how irrelevant or ridiculous. occasionally, things will get personal and they’ll go days without talking, but they always end up back on the same couch, ranting over wine and netflix. (close frenemies.) angel, alanis, rosie or zach as either muse.
04. everyone was well aware that a & b had always been partners in crime, many people joking to watch out for the troublesome two. just like siblings, the best friends were often bickering about something, but the frequent fights about a’s selfishness or b’s envy always came to a fast close with a playful punch. of course, there had to be a tipping point. when a heard that b had hooked up with a’s recent ex in their absence, they quickly came to the conclusion that their friendship was done for good. the two haven’t exchanged a single kind word since. (friends turned enemies. same w #2, the ex could be another muse or just an npc.) wes, elizabeth or angel as a. tomas, alanis or luma as b.
05. though they’d never been particularly close friends, a & b knew to turn to each other when seeking something they couldn’t get from those closest to them. just sex, no strings attached. it was the perfect arrangement, until it became clear that a didn’t really care about b’s personal life. b remains desperate to keep the affair secret, while a grows tired of playing it so safe. (oops . cheating plot . muse b would have to be in some kind of relationship w someone else, they could be npc tho.) luma, cici or percy as muse a. elizabeth or rosie as muse b.
06. intoxicated beyond reason when it was made, it’s no surprise that a & b regret a lot of the things on their bucket list. though they can back out whenever they want with no real consequence, neither are willing to be the first to stand down. with some of their tasks being embarrassing and most dangerous, everyone knows to watch out when these two get together to cross another challenge off the list. (dumbass friends always risking their lives for dares) percy, luma, constance or gia as either muse.
07. a & b spend more time together than apart, using expensive wine and room service to fill in the silence between giggles and gossip that should be used to address the elephant in the room: the mutual affection isn’t as platonic as they like to pretend. with their own experiences of romantic feelings destroying important friendships, despite the fact they both feel they are ready to get serious, they can’t help but stress the risk in their minds and wait for the other to make the first move. (romantic !!) natalya, helena, gia or arabella as either xx.
08. few people are lucky enough to find that one person they can count on for anything and everything, that’s why a has grown to resent the other people in b’s life. unaware of the jealousy, b has grown tired of the series of petty arguments that a has been attempting to start with them more recently. of course, the issue being left unaddressed has only added fuel to the fire. a has moved on to underhandedly interfering with b’s relationship in an effort to get their best friend back. (toxic bffship. one can’t handle the other having outside relationships (whether theyre romantic or platonic idk) so they scheme n make issues) luma, elizabeth or angel as muse a. luke or zach as muse b.
09. though they had always been friends, a & b grew especially close at the beginning of last year, often ditching their friendship group to go on their own adventures. on one of their messier summer nights, they slept together. the affair continued for months before they finally agreed to end it, though they only really stayed away from each other due to the fight that followed the conversation. despite their ruined friendship, a & b are forced to work together to keep the secret buried as their group grows more and more suspicious of them. (two people within a squad who went from being friends to lovers to enememes. they cheated on their s/os at the time. even tho they’re mad at each other, they’re still friends with both the exes (or current partners if any of them are still together) so they’re trying to keep their drama secret. the friendship group/partners could be other muses but also npc ? so much easier) luma, zach, paris, helena, ajay or gia as either muse.
10. committed to enmity, a & b have never let their mutual friends get in the way of their hatred for each other. there are very few events they consider important enough to save the argument for later, no strangers to bickering over brunches and formal dinners. though both refuse to give any real reasoning for their beef, everyone has their own idea. a & b grew tired of waiting for the other to apologize for the drama, deciding they’re beyond ever becoming friends. (enemies that are always being forced together by their mutual friends, detailed backstory could be developed) luma, mari, tomas, zach, ajay, helena, angel or anyone rlly as either.
11. always swearing the other was the love of their life, everyone was shocked at the demise of a & b’s very public relationship. though a appeared to deal with this much better than b, moving on to a string of hookups soon after the breakup, neither made any attempt at trying to play civil for the sake of the group. it wasn’t until just recently, when they were forced to be alone together for the first time in over a year, that they began to talk. a warm friendship quickly blossomed, though awkward moments are neither few nor fleeting as unresolved heartbreak hangs in the air. (lovers finally turned friends w a nice touch of angst) luma or zach as muse a. aja, helena or luke as muse b.
12. though a & b often claim that their beef is simply due to conflicting personalities, it’s quite clear that their separate histories with the same people play a huge part in their inability to get along. the extremity of this differs day to day, sometimes acting as frenemies exchanging snide remarks, to full blown screaming matches that secretly entertain those around them. everyone else has come to accept the fact that the two have no interest in forming a genuine friendship. (2 ppl who hate eachother bc of a mutual ex. could be an npc or another muse) tomas, percy, rosie or alanis as either.
13. a & b were quick to become best friends and have never been anything else since the day they met. for them, it’s nice knowing that someone always has their back no matter what goes on in their lives, but the rest of their friends aren’t so fond of them together. others often complain that they’re tired of the two always getting involved and fighting each other’s battles. as life forces them apart more and more often, they’ve begun to wake up to the codependent nature of their friendship. (codependent bffs that need to cool it but just love each other so dang much it ain’t easy) aja, zach or elizabeth as either.
14. a & b were always a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation to those around them, one always being interested in the other at the wrong time. they often joke about all the missed opportunities and behave as if they’re fine just being friends, but with the mutual crush returning stronger than ever before, they know it’s only a matter of time before they have to sacrifice either their friendship or their other relationships. (right there . a will they/wont they kinda relationship. one or both would have to have a lil smth going on w/ another muse or npc for the drama) constance, rosie, arabella or ajay as either.
15. after the demise of a long relationship, a began hooking up with b. the agreement was that they’d be friends with benefits and nothing else, b even writing up a list of rules for a to abide by. unsurprisingly, it didn’t last long before a was falling hard for b. no real interest in a relationship with the other, b cut a off completely. a had no choice but to attempt to move on. since then, a has never attempted to play nice with b, who so coldly broke their heart. (fwb turned enemies !!) wes, arabella, luke or beck as muse a. alanis, tomas or luma as muse b.
16. when a felt as though all their relationships were falling apart, b was there to comfort them. what was intended to be just a shoulder to cry on grew into a pure and satisfying friendship that exceeds all expectations. people often pressure the two to date and they won’t deny they’ve each had a desire to do so at different times, but they’ve dismissed these feelings as passing crushes. (platonic, fleetingly romantic) wes, aja, paris or zach as either.
17. a & b are about as different as two people can be, proving that opposites do not always attract. a makes no effort to hide the fact that they think lowly of b, while b isn’t afraid to put a in their place. there are a few, rare moments between arguments where they’ll feel bad for what was said and maybe even share a laugh, but this never lasts long before they’re bickering about something else. (negative) rosie, elizabeth, tomas, mari, helena, arabella or percy as a. wes, zach, paris or gia as b.
18. once a realized people always want what they can’t have, they quickly covered up their long-term crush on b and began giving them the cold shoulder. not much time went by before b took the bait, discovering a new interest in a. they’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for quite some time, though neither are willing to throw in the towel. despite pretending otherwise, a enjoys the attention, but they’re looking for commitment, and they’re well aware that b is just looking for fun. (romantic (kinda)) aja, arabella or helena as a. rosie, percy or luma as b.
19. ‘ride or dies’ is the term most would use to describe a & b. together, they’ve been through more than most people can imagine. surely, you would think, there has to be a line you’d draw, even when it comes to your best friend. a & b, however, are dangerously committed to each other. it doesn’t matter what one says or does, the other will always have their back without a second thought of the consequences. (another pair of dumbass bffs) angel, zach, paris, gia or luma as either.
20. a & b never really got along, always failing to understand what their friends saw in the other. unlike other people within their group, they were always good at remaining civil for everyone else’s sake, but it’s grown increasingly difficult. following a recent blow up, a & b have realized that what they share may no longer be disinterest, both secretly blaming the argument on sexual tension. (enemies that wanna [ b vc ] smex it) rosie, natalya, ajay or alanis as either.
21. it was just luck that a & b ended up at the same resort on vacation years ago, agreeing to make the most of it. somewhere between sneaking out at night and away from their families during the day, the two fell in love. it seemed perfect and a couldn’t imagine anything better, which is why they were so shocked when they got home and b acted as if nothing happened between them and began dating someone else. while a never cried over b, they had an extremely difficult time getting over b. (exes) mari, bobbie, gia or paris as either tbh. cici as b.
22. just because a & b can’t say exactly when and how they wound up in an exclusive relationship, doesn’t mean it’s not important to them. what was meant to be just another fling escalated into something serious quite naturally, though there are some shared moments where they feel as if they’re back to being nothing more than friends. too distracted by their own outside interests to commit to solving these currently minuscule problems, the two risk destroying their relationship. (ppl who are dating but sometimes it seems like they’re nothin more than friends. could be poly!!) zach, luke, paris or aja as either.
23. a & b are always getting accused of being frenemies by those around them, and they’re unlikely to reject that idea, even when they’re together. for as long as anyone can remember, the two have traded petty insults and pressured one another into terrible ideas. still, no matter how bad things get, they continue to spend every other day attached at the hip, trying to get the other into trouble. (another frenemy plot just w more headassary) gia, percy or luma as either.
24. both strong personalities on their own, a & b together are a force to be reckoned with. the two had a strong friendship, always supporting each other, until they both admitted their deepest secrets. when they sobered up, they decided they’d made a mistake, but weren’t willing to talk about it. now burdened with another secret that could hurt others, as well as knowing the other could ruin their own relationships at any moment, the pair have no idea how to act around each other. (basically friends who arent on the best terms rn after finding out each others deepest n darkest secrets which would have to be worked out obviously) tomas, natalya or mari as either.
25. much to their disgust, people are always asking a & b if they are related due to their constant bickering. after dating for years, the two felt they grew to know each other too well, ending the romantic relationship to just be friends. staying true to their word, they have remained incredibly close. whenever one has an embarrassing question or a disgusting story to share, it’s the other they text. they figure there’s no harm done as they’ve already seen each other at their worst. (romantic turned platonic) gia, bobbie, zach or beck.
26. a year ago, a would have done anything for b, believing they had the perfect, fairy-tale romance going on. truthfully, it was almost perfect, which is exactly why b felt the need to screw it up before they got too deep. in the long run, the carefully considered decision to cheat on a ended up hurting b just as much. now that a has moved on and is comfortable in b’s company again, they’ve begin to regret the loss. despite their previous fears, b has become determined to win a’s affection back. (romantic. angsty . whom knows) arabella, bobbie or luke as a. rosie or tomas as be.
27. a & b are described as being a package deal. you get both or you get none, one rarely being seen without the other. the best friends are known to take spontaneous trips without notifying anyone else, sometimes putting them at odds with the rest of their friends, who the two often accuse of being jealous of their friendship. because of their commitment to one another, a’s social life suffers due to b’s preference for staying in and hanging out one on one. while a tries to be understanding of b’s situation they can’t help the feeling of resentment that grows every time they turn down another invitation to stay at home with b. (best friends who have conflicting ideas of fun) bella, alanis, paris, percy or luma as a. wes, zach, natalya or helena as b.
28. a & b have become known for club hopping all night and drinking too much when together, often forcing them to cancel plans with their other friends the day after. because of this, everyone else has grown to dislike the pair’s friendship, but that only forces them closer together. it’s true that all they really do together is encourage each other’s bad habits, but they’re too busy having fun to notice. (again. pals who need to sort their priorities out but will they ? probably not.) luma, elizabeth, percy, cici or constance as either.
29. for years, a & b have been confusing others with their constantly changing relationship status. they will spend a few months in an exclusive relationship, a few months in an open relationship, then a few months apart, only to go back and start all over again. currently on their third month of being together, everyone is watching and waiting for the cracks to show before walking away from the relationship yet again. (break up..make up.. total ..waste of.. time) zach, paris, mindy or gia as either.
30. often labeled as high school sweethearts, a & b have been serious for years. for a long time, the two shared an extremely conventional relationship, both very happy with their situation. however, with their lives changing in recent years, changes to the relationship were unavoidable. both feel neglected by the other more often than not, but whenever an issue is brought up, it only leads to an argument. while everyone else expects the two to get engaged any day now, a & b often question if they still really want to be together. (they dont actually have 2 be high school sweethearts just a couple thats been together ... for a long while n things are getting rough.) arabella, ajay, beck, zach or aja as either. alternatively could be an exes plot n a few yrs after the breakup n i can offer rosie, helena, natalya & luke on top of the others.
31. once close friends, a & b drifted apart when other relationships got in the way. even though they saw a lot of each other following, things between the two have been tense for years. after sharing a kiss in a silly game at a recent party, a & b were able to have a laugh together for the first time in forever. since then, their friendship has been on the mend, but this may not be a good thing. with both noticing some romantic feelings growing them, they suspect that their relationship may come to an uglier end this time. (ex pals turned crushes who truly are not compatible) bobbie, beck, zach or rosie as either.
32. a & b’s relationship is only a few months old, and the two are still very much in the honeymoon phase of things. flashing their pet names and exciting dates on instagram, they’ve convinced themselves that things are perfect. however, a appears to have taken the agreement that things between them should remain as relaxed as possible a little more seriously than b would have liked. a often fails to invite b to certain events and outings, assuming they would prefer not to go anyway. this grates on b’s nerves, who is beginning to feel that a doesn’t spend enough time with them. (a new relationship struggling between being casual n legit) paris, aja, ajay or gia as a. arabella, zach or beck as b.
33. despite already knowing each other, a & b weren’t all that close before hooking up. their friends with benefits arrangement lasted for months before they began seeing other people more seriously. since calling it off, the two have remained incredibly close, leading others to believe that their relationship is more than platonic. (fwb turned just friends but like ... there is potential) wes, angel, bobbie, ajay, zach or rosie as either.
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