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junekissed · 2 years ago

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packages, boxes and bags

day eight of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — boyfriend!seokmin x reader genre — the sweetest and purest fluff word count — 3.1k synopsis — you’re having trouble finding the perfect gift for your boyfriend on your first christmas together. maybe his friends can help. warnings — a little cursing, reader is called seokmin's girlfriend, pet names (baby, honey), they are so damn cute it hurts, when can i have my own seokmin god please i'm begging notes — lowercase intended. i apologize this is late but i was busy the past couple days and i also didn't have much inspo for this. so imagine my surprise when today i sit down at my laptop and boom three thousand words just. appear. but i am so happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too. i must warn you all this is disgustingly sweet and precious and i definitely screamed into my pillow more than once while writing this. i hope you enjoy :) p.s. i promise this isn't an ad for kay jewelers— blame @duhnova for that

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you shut your laptop closed and groan, putting your head in your hands. this was never going to work.

you’ve spent the better part of your day off on websites like amazon, macy’s, even walmart, trying to find the perfect gift for seokmin.

despite being together almost seven months now, it’s the first time you’ll be spending christmas together. and… you have absolutely no idea what to get him.

first you thought about getting him some little gadget for his computer at work, maybe a new keyboard or a cute new mouse pad. but then you remembered how he told you in passing the other day how he couldn’t stand how his job had him hunched over his computer all day, and he was thinking about looking for a new one where he wouldn’t have to be on it so much.

then you thought you might get him a nice framed picture of the two of you, something small to keep in his apartment for when you’re not there. but when you came over last weekend, the first thing he did was show you the digital photo frame he found in his closet that his mom got him for his birthday that he’d forgotten about. he was stoked to “finally be able to put it to good use” and had programmed it with dozens of pictures of the two of you.

you’d tried google. you’d looked at every gift-giving website under the sun. you’d even asked your best friend what she was getting for her boyfriend for christmas to see if it might spark an idea.

but everything you come across is either something he already has, something he doesn’t need, or something he could easily get on his own.

so… you were stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, seokmin is currently on the other side of town, running through the mall in a panic, trying to figure out what to get you.

he knows he shouldn’t have waited until three days before christmas to get his holiday shopping done, but he’s been busy– there’s a huge promotion up at his job, and he’s doing everything he can to get it. not only would it mean less sitting at his desk all day and more moving around, it would also mean a big raise, so you can finally move in together like you both have been wanting to. now that would be a perfect christmas present if he gets the position, but he won’t find out if he has or not until the new year, so that rules that out.

it’s your first christmas together, so he really wants to go all out. winter is his favorite season, and now he gets to spend it with his favorite person, so why wouldn’t he make it something extravagant? except… he can’t find anything to get you.

so here he is at the mall downtown, ducking into every store and searching for something, anything that might give him an idea of a gift you might like.

he doesn’t wanna buy you clothes, because that’s lame, and also because he doesn’t wanna get something that’s not guaranteed you’ll like. what if you think the fabric is too itchy, or you don’t like the pattern? returning or even exchanging his gift would mean a big failure.

he doesn’t wanna buy you the trinkets he found at that one gift shop, because even though they are cute, they’re not special enough to get for you. these are the type of things he’d pick up for you on his way home from work as an everyday treat, or at the very most, a stocking stuffer; you deserve more than some cheap little thing he found on a whim.

he thought about getting you a new purse, because you said you’ve been needing one since the strap on your current one broke, but he’s pretty sure you already bought yourself one when your boss gave you an amazon gift card as a thank-you for all the overtime you’ve been doing lately.

it seems like everything he thinks of to get you is a dumb idea. so now he’s stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

you sigh, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your gallery, praying that one of the photos is hiding some kind of sign that’ll tell you exactly what to buy him. but as expected, there’s no magic word or wish list or qr code that leads to the perfect gift.

you’re just about to give up and call him and just ask him what he wants, when an idea hits you. calling him would be admitting to him you can’t think of something special to give him, but calling his friends… now that, that might get you somewhere. they’ve known him for way longer than you have, they must have some idea of things he likes or might want.

you quickly dial the number of his friend minghao. you’ve only met him a few times at some get-togethers, but he seems like the most responsible out of his group, and the most likely to give you a helpful answer.

he picks up on the first ring, but the voice that answers… isn’t minghao?

“hello seokmin’s girlfriend! this is minghao’s phone, how can i help you!”

“junhui, i told you to stop touching my phone!” you hear a voice in the background that you guess is minghao.

“fi-ine,” the first voice—junhui?—grumbles, and you hear a shuffling noise as you assume the phone is being passed back to its owner.

minghao sighs. “hi. sorry about him. what’s up?”

you try not to laugh at the phone mix-up. “just, uh, have a question for you.”

“mhm?” he prods.

“has… seok mentioned anything he wants for christmas? or, like, is there anything you know he needs?” you ask, hoping it sounds nonchalant.

he hums. “mm, not really. are you trying to come up with a christmas gift for him?”

you whine. “yeah. but i’ve tried everything, i can’t think of a single good thing to give him.”

minghao pauses. “he’s really sentimental, but you probably already figured that out by now. the best i can suggest is something homemade, or something related to some kind of memory you have together. he’d like that.”

you freeze. “i… i think i’ve got an idea,” you say jumping up from your chair. “you’re the best, minghao, i owe you big time for this.”

“don’t worry about it. merry christmas.”

you hang up the phone and open your laptop again. this just might work.

you hadn’t planned on spending this much on seokmin’s present, but why not go all out? sure, you’ll have to cut back on your morning coffee for a couple weeks, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on his face on christmas morning.

at the same time, across town seokmin’s just walking out of the jewelry store, a shiny velvet box tucked into his jacket pocket. it’s a lot more than he wanted to pay for it, but it’s better than showing up empty-handed. besides, if that promotion comes through like he hopes, he’ll pay it off in no time. it might have cost a small fortune, but he just knows it’ll look so pretty on you. he can’t wait to see you wear it.

christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re standing outside the door to seokmin’s apartment, your arms full of bags for the weekend you’re spending with him.

his entire face lights up the second he opens the door, and he squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a soft kiss. “hi baby,” he says, almost shyly. “merry christmas.”

he grabs the bags from you to carry them inside, and you give him another kiss. “merry christmas.”

he takes your things back to his room to set them down, then comes back out into the living room, wrapping his arms around you again. “i’m so glad you get to be here,” he says quietly.

“mm. me too.”

the room is quiet, besides the faint honking of cars outside. you snuggle up on the couch together, picking out a movie to watch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around the apartment.

“do you wanna open your present now?” he asks when the screen turns black and the credits slowly roll past.

“seok, you have to wait until christmas! we can’t open all our presents tonight!” you giggle, and he pouts.

“please?” he says, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes you adore so much.

“fine,” you concede. “but only one! or else we won’t have anything to open in the morning.”

he grins and gets down on the floor beside the couch, crawling over to the tree to grab a small wrapped box nestled into the bottom branches. he comes back over and sits at the base of the couch, putting one knee up as he hands you the box.

he grins up at you as you tear open the wrapping paper, revealing the soft velvet jewelry box.

you look down at him, and he nods eagerly, motioning for you to open it. you hesitate. it definitely looks expensive, way more than you would’ve wanted him to spend on you. but you did pay almost $300 renting the place for his gift, so you write it off as being even.

you delicately pry the box open with your fingernail, revealing a breathtaking ring absolutely covered in diamonds and intricate silver gilding. it gleams even in the low light, sitting in its little velvet box, staring up at you.

you gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth. “seokmin, what the fuck is this!?”

his smile instantly drops, the color draining from his cheeks. “do you not like it? i can probably still return it, i have the receipt–”

“no!” you shout, and he jumps, eyes wide. “no,” you repeat, calmer this time. “no, i love it. it’s gorgeous. i just– i thought we were doing… small presents first?” you stutter, still in shock at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your shaking hands.

he blushes. “i… wanted you to wear it now,” he murmurs.

you study him, and suddenly you realize he’s still down on the carpet on one knee. and everything finally clicks.

you scream as you jump up from the couch. “seokmin, you’re not proposing, are you?” you gasp.

“no?” he stammers, confused why you’d think he is, before realizing himself that he looks… well, he definitely looks like he’s proposing.

he hurriedly puts his knee down, sitting flat on the carpet. “i’m not! i’m not. this is just a really nice ring, i swear,” he rushes to explain. “at least, not yet,” he mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear him. you’re still focused on the fact that there’s more diamonds in this ring than you can count on one hand.

you’re still standing in front of him, mouth hanging open, and he’s starting to get worried because you haven’t said a word in a few minutes. “do you want me to propose?” he asks hesitantly. because, screw it, he’s already got the nice ring; if you’re ready, then he’s ready, might as well—

“no! i mean, yes, i do, i really do, but not right now, i…” you trail off, not sure how to continue.

the room is silent, both of you staring at each other. after a minute he stands up, taking his seat back on the couch. “oh no,” he says, finally breaking the silence with a groan. “i ruined this, didn’t i?”

“no,” you sigh, having recovered enough from the shock to sit next to him again. “no, of course not. i’m just… surprised. i wasn’t expecting this. it must’ve cost a fortune.”

“it’s rude to ask someone the price of a gift, you know,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“trust me, i’m not asking,” you laugh. “i don’t even wanna know.”

“can… can i put it on you?” he asks, his voice getting soft again.

you look at him, and then at the glittering diamond ring in his hand, and you can’t not accept it. you nod, letting out a quiet “mhm” in agreement.

your eyes start to water as he slides it onto your finger, and he looks up worriedly when you sniffle. “it’s so pretty, oh my god,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“please don’t cry,” he says softly, and he looks so upset that you have to reassure him you’re not mad and you just really, really like your gift.

you admire how it looks on your finger for a second before you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“i love it, baby,” you murmur. “you really didn’t have to do this.”

he hums. “but i wanted to. i wanted to show you how much i love you.”

tears well up in your eyes again, and you bury your face in his neck to hide them. “you already show me. every single day.”

he sighs, a happy sigh, relaxing into your arms. “i’m glad you like it.”

you stay like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth on the couch, peacefully enjoying everything. the scent of his cologne wafts around you, a comforting, familiar smell, and the colorful lights of the christmas tree shine softly in the background. you wouldn’t want to spend christmas anywhere else.

you pull away a little, breaking the silence with a short laugh. “mine’s gonna look so stupid compared to yours,” you pout as you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“are you gonna make me wait until tomorrow to open it?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“no,” you sigh. “it’s probably after midnight by now, anyway.” you lift yourself out of his arms, going back into his room to get his present from one of your bags.

it’s a lightweight little box, and you hand it down to him. the gift itself isn’t big in size, but you know he likes taking the wrapping off, so you put it in a box and wrapped it for him.

he waits for you to come sit beside him again, and he opens it, carefully tearing the red and green paper with a grin on his face.

he opens the box, revealing a small piece of paper. he looks back at you. “baby? what’s this?”

your cheeks heat up as you begin to explain, suddenly feeling shy about your gift. “well, i… i rented out the movie theater we went to on our first date, and i thought it would be fun to, just… spend the day there, i don’t know.” you trail off, looking down at your hands, until seokmin takes them in his own.

when you look back up at him, his smile is so wide, it almost looks like it hurts. “i love it,” he beams, his voice breaking a little. “that’s so thoughtful, honey. i really love it.”

he leans forward to squeeze you in a hug, and you can’t help but smile, too.

“this is the best christmas ever,” he sighs into your neck, holding you tightly against him. “love you so much.”

he sits back, pulling you onto his lap facing him. “do you know where i got the ring from?” he asks suddenly, locking his hands behind your lower back.

you look at him. “um, kay? it says it on the box.”

he grins. “and?”

you frown in confusion. “and… what?”

the tips of his ears turn pink. “y’know, their slogan? ‘every kiss begins with kay’? from the commercials?”

you blink at him.

he groans, rolling his head back. “can i just kiss you now, please?”

you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “fine.”

and just as he’s about to, his pocket vibrates, and he pulls out his phone.

“my… boss?” he says, confused, showing you the screen.

you whine, resting your chin on his shoulder. “what does he want that can’t wait? it’s one in the morning on christmas eve– well, technically christmas morning, now.”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, and you sigh. “you can answer it. quickly, though, please?”

he presses a kiss to your cheek in thanks before sliding the button to accept the call, holding the phone up to his other ear. “hello?”

you can’t hear what’s being said on the other line, so you close your eyes, worn out from the night’s big surprises. you have a lot to do tomorrow—today—and you’ll need sleep if you want to spend the whole day with him like you want to.

seokmin sits up suddenly, startling you. you lean back, looking at him, wordlessly asking if something’s wrong. but he’s beaming, his smile so bright you’d think he’d just been told he won the lottery, and you crease your eyebrows in confusion.

he stays on the phone for another minute, listening intently. “thank you so much. merry christmas,” he says finally, then hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch.

“what? what is it?” you ask, still concerned despite his giddy expression.

he settles back, his hands sliding to your waist and holding you up on his lap. “i just got some news,” he says, and you know he’s being vague on purpose to draw out the suspense.

you pout. “well, are you gonna tell me, or not!”

he giggles, unable to hold it back any longer. “i got the promotion!” he yells.

your mouth falls open. “what promotion?” you ask, tentative.

“i didn’t wanna say anything unless i was sure, but there’s been a position available at the company, and they wanted to hire someone from within,” he says excitedly. “it wasn’t guaranteed that i’d get it, but i did! i got the promotion!”

“aw, seok! i’m so proud of you, baby,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

he pulls away after a second, and you look at him expectantly. “i have more news,” he says with a grin.

“and?”

“and… it comes with a big raise, so we’ll finally be able to afford a place together,” he beams, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, and feel your eyes well up with tears, spilling down your cheeks.

he calls your name softly, and you look up at him. “are you… what do you think?” he asks, his big eyes searching your watery ones.

“i– i’m just so happy,” you stammer, leaning down to hug him again. “i love you so much. this is more than i could’ve ever asked for.” you bury your face in his neck, letting your tears of joy fall onto his sweater.

“merry christmas, honey.”

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earthtoharlow · 1 year ago

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Teach Me

4. April

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“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”

Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”

“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”

The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”

She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”

“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”

She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.

***

The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.

She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”

She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, Jayla?”

Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.

“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.

Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”

Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”

Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”

Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.

Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.

She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.

Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”

Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”

***

Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.

Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.

The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.

While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.

Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”

“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.

As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.

After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.

It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.

Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”

Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”

All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.

“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Let me go ask her, ok?”

Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.

“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.

His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.

Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.

Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.

Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.

When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”

Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.

As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.

Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.

He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.

“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”

Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”

Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”

He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”

Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.

“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.

“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”

Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”

Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”

Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.

“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her

“June 12th.”

“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”

Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough

***

AN: I know I said the last chapter was my favorite but this one might top it just a little. Thank you everyone for all the love you guys show for this series. We only have two chapters left after this one 🫣 As always tell me your thoughtsssss :)

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mega-punani · 9 months ago

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Was doing some research on selkies (wasn’t much to work with), but I found a story of a guy called Neil Mac Coddrum with a selkie wife.

In the end, the mom went back to the ocean. Neil is sad, but his kids stayed so he wouldn’t be lonely. Except nights when their mom’s song called them to come to her & swim through the waves. Sort of like greeting song for them.

Sooo, that gave me the idea of selkie mc writing Greeting songs for each of them, but ended up not showing it to them out of embarrassment. But eventually gave it to them in private on their birthdays.

-Selkie anon

Crying, sobbing, biting the blanket, and climbing the walls. Thas so fucking wholesome Selkie anon-

Greeting Song from Selkie Y/N:

Sans: Bro is tapping his foot to the beat all with a s soft grin on his face. He would never have guessed that someone would ever write a song for him and now, he's kinda hooked.

Papyrus: He'll give you the brightest grin and the deepest hug for your wonderful gift. How talented and amazing of you to go out of your way to bless him with such an amazing song! He'll be humming it for days, so much so the crew gets sick of it.

Blue: Will actually sit still for once to listen. He's practically vibrating in his seat; he's so excited! Will start bragging on everyone that you made him a special song that no one else in the world has.

Stretch: Mans has the biggest, dopiest grin on his face as you show him the song you had made for him. Music is his love so seeing you giving him something so important makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. Expect one back!

Red: A song? For little old him? He's hammering away at the beat of the song, unknowingly thinking about it long after you had showed him. There's always gonna be a little pep in his step when he replays it in his head.

Edge: Bro is not used to such sweet gestures and will probably malfunction. Give him a moment to collect himself and he will be thanking you in his own, weird way.

Razz: OF COURSE YOU WOULD WRITE A SONG FOR HIM- HE'S FUCKING AMAZING. He'll be really fucking smug that you made him such a personalized gift. And even if Razz is not much of a music kind of guy, he is very grateful. He'll never tell you though...

Cash: Actually genuinely touched. He'll joke about it with you all while teasing you for doing something so embarrassing, but on the inside, he's rollin around. No one had every done something like that for him and he's so incredibly happy that he was at least able to experience that joy once.

Bear: For me🥹? Bro is flustered and acting all shy. Hell, you might as well straight-up propose cause Bear would do anything for you at this point. Will make you a delicious thank you meal and forgive you of all grievances you may have caused him.

Cinnamon: Literally his day can not get any better. He can't decide if he should start deflating from flattery or hugging you from how thankful he is. He'll cherish the song and you forever!

#pirate au #self insert #sans au #papyrus au #selkie mc

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pedroshotwifey · 1 year ago

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Topped With a Bow

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!reader x Santi Garcia

Word Count: 4.5k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, oral sex m&f receiving, PIV sex, ass eating what who said that, anal sex, double penetration, blowjobs, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink but only like once, vaginal fingering, wifey thinks she's hilarious with her titles, i'm probably forgetting stuff but oh well

Summary: On your birthday, you expect for Santiago to have something waiting at home for you. What you don't expect, however, is for that something to be Frankie Morales.

A/N: So, funny story, this was actually supposed to be written in time to post on my birthday, which was October 3rd. Obviously, that didn't work out, but it's proof that wifey can get her shit together every now and again, (although apparently not her birthday) so we'll take what we can get. Anyway, please enjoy! Likes, comments, and reposts are veryyy much appreciated! <3

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“Good morning, birthday girl!”

You jump, almost spilling your coffee as you walk into the door of your office, only to be ambushed by one of your co-worker’s cheery greetings. Kira, who is always somehow completely awake in the mornings, seems to be more energetic than ever today. Not that you mind, of course, this dull office needs her morale.

“Thank you, girly,” you say with a smile before going in for a hug. You’d never tell, but she’s by far your favorite person to work with. It makes you feel warm inside to know that she bothered to remember your birthday in the first place, so when she separates from you to shove a gift bag into your free hand, you feel like you might cry.

“Aw, Kira, you really didn’t have to do that!” You already know that she is going to insist, but you tell her anyway. You roll your eyes playfully as she immediately tells you that ‘Of course, she had to!’

“Okay, hold on, lemme just set my things down,” you tell her, jerking your head for her to follow you. You smile and shake your head at her in disbelief as you pass through the heavily decorated office. Everywhere you look, you see balloons and streamers of your favorite colors.

Almost all of your co-workers peek their heads up to tell you happy birthday, and it makes you feel special, even though you’re not really one to make the day a big deal.

Once you get to your desk, you place your coffee and purse in their respective places before peaking inside the gift bag. Taking the tissue paper out, you find two books that you’ve been wanting to read for a while, as well as a starbucks gift card.

“Girl!” You grin brightly at Kira. “You spoil me, really.” You take a step forward to pull her into a hug one more time, which she gladly reciprocates. “Thank you,” you say, giving her a small squeeze.

“You’re welcome, babe,” she says as she steps back. “I’ve got to go ahead and get back to work before the boss chops my head off, but I hope you have an amazing day, hottie,” she sends you a friendly wink at the nickname.

You playfully roll your eyes and tell her to do the same before plopping down in your office chair to boot up your laptop. It doesn’t look like you have too much work to do, which means you might be able to get out of here early. Perfect.

***

You skip your lunch break and get your work done by 2:30. Surprisingly, your boss gives you permission to go home, which is perfect because you had told Santi this morning that you were hoping to be back by 3:30 at the latest. You’re eager to get back to your apartment to your roommate–and on occasion, fuckbuddy.

You don’t remember exactly when it started. One day both of you just kind of realized you missed intimacy, but neither of you wanted another commitment. Santi’s attractive, you’re attractive, and this way, neither of you have to worry about the stress of a relationship. Thankfully, it hasn’t messed with your dynamic, and now it’s just a normal thing.

Both of you are allowed to see other people, and if one of you wants to stop hooking up at some point, there’s no offense to be taken. It’s honestly the best arrangement you could ask for at the moment. Anyway, whatever Santi is, You kind of figure that he’ll have a certain “surprise” waiting for you for your birthday. Your panties are slick just thinking about it.

Wasting no more time, you pack your stuff and say a quick good-bye to Kira before rushing out to your car. You immediately call Santi to let him know you’re on your way.

“Hey, baby!” You say as soon as he picks up.

“Hey, babydoll. On your way?”

“Yup, should be there in like twenty minutes or so.”

“Okay, baby, I’ll be waiting.”

Smirking, you hang up. He sounds awfully cheeky to not have a surprise. You’re glad you decided to wear your nice matching panty and bra set today, you have a feeling Santi will want to get right to it once you walk in the door. You hope so, anyway. Your thighs clench as you begin to think of scenarios you hope to find yourself in when you get home.

***

With traffic, it takes you about 22 minutes to get to your complex. As soon as you park, you jump out of your car and bee-line to your door. You don’t even have a chance to put your keys in the door before it’s being pulled open by your roommate.

He immediately grabs you and pulls you to him, pressing his lips against yours. You giggle as you drop your purse and kick the door shut behind you.

“Wow, someone’s enthusiastic,” you say, pulling away just enough to get the words out.

Santi looks for a second like he might want to say something, but obviously changes his mind as he pushes you back to pin your against the door. His plush lips crash into yours once again, and you let yourself melt into the kiss. As it gets more heated, you can feel his dick hardening against you, and you subconsciously begin to grind into it, making him moan into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pushes off of you.

“Santi, wha-”

“I know, honey,” he says, his eyes pleading. “As much as I want to stand here and devour you, I want you to see your gift just a little bit more.”

“A gift?” You ask, your own eyes lighting up. “Santi! You really didn’t have to!”

“Oh,” he says, mischief suddenly appearing in his gaze. “But I did.”

You eye him suspiciously as he pulls you toward your room, stopping once he reaches the hallway. You’re about to open it when he begins talking, signaling for you to wait.

“You remember that thing we talked about last time we were out with the guys?” He sounds sheepish yet excited at the same time, the tone making you raise an eyebrow in suspicion. When he doesn’t elaborate, you try to wrack your brain for the memory.

The entire group had met up at a bar, and you had gotten pretty drunk, to be honest. You begin to shake your head, but then something clears up. That can’t be what he’s talking about, right?

You recall making a comment about Frankie. You aren’t sure exactly what it was, but Santi had caught you looking him over. Sure, you’ve always found Frankie extremely attractive–I mean, who wouldn’t? But you never meant to make it known, especially to Santi. You were too scared of him telling Frankie, and you wouldn’t be able to handle getting turned down by such a goddamn hunk. Though, if you remember correctly, you had been thoroughly surprised by what Santi had to say.

Apparently, he and Frankie had their fair share of hook-ups throughout the years, though they stayed completely platonic other than that. Santi had asked you if you would hook up with Frankie if you had the chance, and, because you were drunk off your ass, you told the truth–yes. Santi had smiled with an amused look in his eye, and that was that. Or so you thought.

“You don’t mean that thing about Frankie, right?” you ask, your cheeks beginning to redden with embarrassment. Santi just smiles wider.

“What are you trying to get from this, Santi?” you question, suspicion lacing your voice.

“Nothing at all, baby,” he assures you. He pulls at your wrist before you have a chance to ask anything else, immediately setting a path for the bedroom. You struggle to keep up as he tugs you down the hall to the cracked door.

When he opens it, your jaw drops. You had expected Santi to have a certain ‘surprise’, but you hadn’t expected him to bring in an extra.

Sitting on your bed, completely naked except for a red bow tied loosely around his hardened cock, is none other than Frankie Morales.

“Happy birthday, carino,” Frankie says, a knowing smirk plastered on his handsome face.

You can’t think of a single thing to say in response to that, but that's okay, considering your throat is too dry for you to make a noise anyway. Luckily, Santiago saves you when he gives you a small push toward Frankie. Through the shock, you had almost forgotten he was behind you.

“Go on, honey, open your present,” he says as if all of this is completely normal. “Though I guess there’s not much left to unwrap,” he adds with a chuckle, which Frankie joins in on.

Jaw still wide open, you slowly turn to Santi as if to make sure this isn’t some kind of trick. When you face him, however, you find that he’s already working at the zipper on his jeans. Clearly he’s just as eager as you are for you to ‘open your present’.

As the situation really starts to set in, you feel a tug of excitement in your chest, and then another from in between your legs. Once he has his jeans on a heap on the floor, Santi looks at you, and you can feel the smile that slowly creeps onto your face. You’re about to fuck both of these drop-dead-gorgeous men. Holy fucking shit.

He smiles back and nods at you as if to say ‘go on, baby’. You don’t have to be told twice. You quickly flip back around to watch Frankie place his hand around his thick cock, slowly starting to jerk off in front of you. He keeps dark eyes on you while he touches himself, daring you to come toward him. You reciprocate his lusty gaze with one of your own as you walk toward the bed. You can feel Santi trailing right behind you.

“You want to suck Frankie’s cock, baby?” Santi asks as he gently gathers your hair and lets it fall down your back. “We both know how much you love having a good dick in your mouth,” he continues. “So good at it, always make me feel so fucking good.”

A small moan slips from your lips as you nod, keeping your eyes on Frankie. The way his tongue peeks out to wet his bottom lip for a brief second makes your knees buckle. With Santi’s help, you slowly sink down to your knees so that you’re eye level with Frankies cock.

His hand is still moving in slow strokes, rustling the ribbon tied around him with every pass. A bead of precome dribbles from his slit and runs down his shaft, making you whine at the sight.

“C-can I?” you ask him once you find your voice. He chuckles quietly and uses his other hand to smooth down your hair, before he drops it down to your shoulder to place it over Santiago’s.

“Of course, hermosa, it’s all for you, go ahead and take it,” Frankie tells you as he brings his hand back up to rest on your head. You’re still a bit hesitant, but you know it’s what you really want.

With shaky hands, you reach up and untie the bow around his cock. Frankie removes his own hand as you get to work, setting it down on the bed beside him. You look up through your lashes to find Frankie staring hungrily down at you. The look gives you a sudden boost of confidence, and you smirk as you slowly tug the ribbon off of him, letting the silk slither around the base of him.

He groans quietly and bucks his hips at the feeling. As you get more comfortable, Santi leaves your side to strip the rest of the way, keeping an eye on the two of you as he does so. The whole situation has your panties absolutely drenched, and you want nothing more than to take them off, but Frankie’s cock is right there. Okay, maybe there’s one thing you want more.

You lick your palm and begin to stroke him off as Santi resumes his position, commenting on how good you look on your knees. You don’t waste another minute before you’re taking Frankie’s tip into the heat of your mouth. He groans but keeps his palm steady on your head, not pushing you down, but not letting you up, either.

“God, baby, fucking mouth feels so damn good.”

You smirk around him as he praises you and begin to take him deeper, increasing your suction as you go. When you’re at the base, he bucks his hips again, making you choke slightly. You try to pull your head back out of pure reflex, but his hand holds you where you’re at. The action somehow makes you even wetter.

You’re quickly distracted from the tears that well up in your eyes, however, when you feel your dress being flipped up behind you, exposing your ass to Santi, who delivers a sharp slap to one of your cheeks.

“Such a pretty ass, babydoll.”

At that, Frankie lets you off his dick just enough for you to take in a gulp of air and say a quick ‘thank you’ to Santiago. Before you can put your eager mouth back on Frankie, Santi swats your behind for a second time.

“Thank you, what?” God, that fucking tone, you could never resist it.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you half moan. Frankie moans right along with you as you say it. Apparently both of the boys have a thing for that. You don’t hate it.

You don’t wait long before taking Frankie back into your mouth and starting to bob your head up and down at a brutal pace. You choose to listen to the whimpers and moans that tumble from his mouth as Santi begins to pull your panties down your legs. As your clit is exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, it twitches, making you whine yourself.

“I know, baby, I’m gonna take care of you,” Santi says as he brings a hand to your dripping cunt.

“Damn, carino, so fucking wet already,” he says, slipping two fingers into your pussy. “Such a desperate whore for us.” Based on the sounds coming from behind you, you can guess that Santi has his other hand wrapped around his cock.

“D-damn fuckin’ right,” Frankie grunts out as he rocks his hips up to your mouth. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping her all to yourself, Santi.”

“Hey, I’m sharing now, aren’t I?” Santi begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, crooking them into just the right spot. You can feel your orgasm approaching already.

The way the two engage in what sounds like a casual conversation only serves to turn you on even more, which is made clear in the vigorous way you continue to blow Frankie. You and Frankie are pushed over the edge at the same time, and you find it extremely difficult to swallow his cum while your eyes are in the back of your head, but you manage.

The sounds that Frankie let out are absolutely delicious, and you find yourself already craving more. The hand he has in your hair pushes you down and pulls at the strands at the same time as he whines and groans above you.

You try not to gag as his dick finishes pulsing in your throat. Once he’s sure he’s done, he loosens his grip on your hair and lets your head back up. He notices a rogue tear falling down your cheek and smiles at you as he swipes it away with his thumb.

“Good fucking job, hermosa,” he praises before locking eyes with Santi, who is busy sucking your cum off of his fingers. “Santi’s been training you well, huh?”

“Tastes fucking delicous, too,” Santi says after he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. You feel his hand return to your cunt shortly after. You shiver as he dips his digits into your pussy to collect more of your spend before offering it to Frankie, who takes Santi’s fingers in his mouth.

“Fuck, he’s right, sweetheart,” Frankie says after Santi pulls his fingers away. “Wanna eat that sweet pussy out all day, but I think Santi here deserves to get a turn to get his dick wet, don’t you?”

Still hazy from your orgasm, you simply nod up at him, letting him pet your hair back as you do so. Frankie’s eyes soften as he takes in your disheveled appearance, his gaze holding a sense of both pride and passion.

“Good girl,” Frankie says as Santi walks around to your other side, now fully undressed.

“Why don’t you hop on the bed for us, baby?” Santi says it like it’s an option, but you know better than that–not like you’d deny him anyway.

“Yes, Sir,” you say as you pull yourself onto the bed, getting ready to settle on your hands and knees. Suddenly, you’re stopped by Santi’s hand on your hip.

“Y’know what, Frank?” Santi asks thoughtfully, making you look over at him. As you glance at Frankie, you can tell he is just as confused.

"What's that, santi?”

“I think she could actually use a bit more assistance before I stuff my cock into her.” His smile widens as he grabs the back of Frankie’s neck, pulling him toward you.

“Why don’t you go ahead and have a taste to help her out?”

Before you know it, you’re positioned on your back, your ass almost hanging off the bed, and Frankie is between your legs, groaning into your cunt. He eats you out like a starved man as you grope at his curls, your screams letting him know how good he’s making you feel.

He alternates between sucking harshly on your clit and dipping his tongue into your weeping core, the combination absolutely blinding all senses but touch. Just as you’re about to come, you feel the devastating loss as Santi grips Frankie’s neck and pulls him away from you, making you and Frankie let out equally pitiful whines.

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby.” He says, a shit eating grin adorning his features as he looks down at the two of you. “Had a better idea. Scootch up on the bed a bit. Frank, you take her place.”

You’re not sure what Santi has planned, but with the way Frankie’s eyes widen with recognition, you can guess it will be good. You obey him almost immediately, Frankie right on your tail, pushing you until your head lands on the plush pillows near the headboard. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms underneath your thighs and delving back into your pussy.

“Ass up, Frank,” Santi’s tone leaves no room for argument, but Frankie definitely doesn’t want to fight it. His compliance is evident in the way he pushes his knees under his torso, presenting himself for the other man.

You can tell the exact moment Santi shoves his tongue into Frankie’s ass by the way he groans and picks up his efforts on your cunt. After a moment, Frankie begins to falter as his body shakes with pleasure, and Santi delivers a slap to his ass, making Frankie whine and buck up into him.

“C’mon, Frankie,” Santi scolds him. “Gotta treat the lady right if I’m gonna make you feel good.”

Frankie nods between your legs, but clearly it’s not enough to satisfy the other man, because Santi suddenly has his fist in Frankie’s hair, pulling him away from you. You feel tears brim your eyes from being denied again, but you can hardly complain with the scene that’s unfolding in front of you.

Both you and Frankie whine simultaneously, Frankie from the stress on his hair as Santi clenches his fist, and you from the way the man submits so easily.

“Words, sweet boy,” Santi says, pulling Frankie close enough for him to say it face-to-face. “Say ‘thank you, Santi’.”

“T-thank you, Santi,” Frankie pants, obviously appeasing Santi as he’s allowed to come back to you.

“That’s a good boy,” Santi says, smoothing down Frankie’s messed curls. “Don’t get distracted again.”

As fast as he left, Santi’s back to eating Frankie’s ass, and Frankie’s back to devouring your cunt, whining and whimpering like a mad-man. He must have looped an arm around to grab Frankie’s weeping cock as well because you can feel Frankie grinding up against something. If you weren’t so consumed with bliss, you would wish you could watch the two men get eachother off.

The entire time, you hear Santi telling you both how well you’re doing for him. He scatters in promises of fucking Frankie in the ass if he does good by you. You never thought that’s something you might want to see, but right now, you’re half tempted to stop everything in favor of the suggestion.

Before you know it, you’re at the edge of release once again. It takes maybe one or two more flicks of Frankie’s tongue and then you’re cumming in his mouth. The hot pleasure courses through every fiber of your being, the feeling easily warming you.

As soon as your high is over, You feel Frankie being pulled off of you once again, only to be replaced by Santi, who quickly lines himself up with your entrance before sinking in with one thrust. Frankie, who is now to your side, covers your scream with his mouth as it spills from your lips.

“God damn, baby, feel so fucking good,” Santi grunts down at you. “Warmed her up nicely, Frankie, good job.”

At the sound of his name, Frankie pulls himself away from you, opting instead to lean up against the headboard. He looks genuinely tired, panting heavily, but if his cock is anything to go by, he’ll be ready to go again if you just said the word.

Your body is physically pushed up the bed with the force that Santi is thrusting into you with. He hits that spongy spot inside you with every thrust, causing you to gasp and moan with every punch. It’s almost too much, but when Frankie moves one hand to rub at your clit, you don’t dare think of pushing him away.

“Look at you, both so f-fucking good,” Santi continues to praise you and Frankie as he somehow picks up his pace. “Think you both deserve a reward.”

You perk up slightly at that. What the hell more could you want right now. You’re in bliss as you get pounded into, Frankie’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit, Santi’s cock in your deepest parts. When you look over at Frankie to find that he’s pumping himself with his free hand, you almost come from the sight alone. But somehow, Santi always finds a way to make things better.

“You want Frankie to take your ass, angel?” Santi asks.

Your moan is enough of an answer to have Frankie shuffling to sit you up and get behind you before lifting you slightly to line himself up. With all the slick that's traveled back toward your other hole, you are more than prepared to have him sink in.

Santi slows down to let Frankie slide in with ease, and all three of you groan at the sensation. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the same time your mouth drops open, a bit of drool escaping as you do so.

You’ve never felt so full in your life. You’ve tried both holes on different occasions with Santi, but you’ve never had both your ass and your cunt being used at the same time. You feel Frankie and Santi shift around you, sandwiching you closer as each of them grabs the back of the other’s neck.

You feel Frankie thrust into you, and then Santi follows. It takes them a moment to find a good rhythm, but once they do, it's absolute nirvana. You can feel the way they both rub up against your middle wall, sliding against each other and creating an intense pressure.

“Oh-h mph… Ah!”

You’re well aware you’re trying to say something, but the words simply can’t form. Every single thought in your head is focused on the men on either side of you. Their grunts and grasps get harsher each time they up their pace, making you bounce on both of their cocks.

“I know, b-baby,” Santi says, using his free hand to grope at your ass the best he can. “Words are hard when you’re getting fucked good, aren’t they?”

You clench around them both at his condescending tone, making Frankie whine and Santi hiss through his teeth. Frankie’s hand comes around to tweak at a nipple, and you’re quickly blinded by the pleasure, your orgasm taking over.

You scream as you gush around Santi, and before long, you feel both of their dicks pulsing inside of you, splattering your walls with hot, thick cum. You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel one of them wipes away a tear. The three of you collapse onto each other, each of you trying to catch your breath as you steal sloppy kisses through your orgasms.

Everything sounds like it’s underwater as you feel your body get moved off of the guys and laid flat on the bed. Both of the men are showering you with praise as they move to get you cleaned up. They take turns bending down to plant a kiss to your lips, and you use all of your effort to reciprocate.

You watch them smile at each other as they walk into the bathroom, and then you close your eyes.

***

When you open them again, you find yourself lodged–once again–between Frankie and Santi. You feel significantly much cleaner, happy not to wake up covered in dried cum. Though you really probably wouldn’t have minded that much.

As you take in your surroundings, you see both of the guys lounging in their briefs, watching some movie on the T.V at low volume. You’ve been covered in a light blanket, but you feel much warmer with the way either man has an arm wrapped around you.

“Hey, sweetheart, welcome back to the land of the living,” Santi jokes once he notices you’re awake.

“Hey,” you say, smiling between a yawn. It feels good to stretch out. You look over to Frankie only to find him dozing off. You have to stifle a giggle at the sight. Typical Frankie Fashion.

“He looks tired,” You whisper quietly.

“Yeah, he really does,” Santi says, his voice laced with humor. “Fuckin’ deserves the sleep, though, we tired him out.”

“We really did, He was practically in the middle the entire time.”

You both laugh quietly as Santi pulls you closer into his side. He gives you the slowest kiss you’ve received the whole night.

“Did you have a good birthday, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“Of course, baby, it was perfect,” you say. And you mean it, even if you might not be able to walk for a week. Frankie will definitely be back.

#pedro pascal #oscar isaac #fan fiction #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal smut #frankie morales #santiago garcia #triple frontier #oscar issac smut

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: January 28th, 2024

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All's Fair-wineredroseblossoms (ao3) Summary: “I dream of you,” he said, his voice husky and desperate. Somehow, the space between them had shrunk to nearly nothing. He was so close he could smell her scent: honeysuckle and soap. It was intoxicating, maddening. His lips grazed the shell of her ear as he murmured. “I dream of you, and such dreams as I would never speak of to a soul, save … save for the woman who inhabits them.”

but the rain is always gonna come (if you’re standing with me)-starryprose (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, and the rain. Based off the prompt “One character is caught in the rain someplace & they are contemplating what to do when their partner comes running out of nowhere with an umbrella & they go home together.”

Christmas Wish-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss has only one chance to be able to give Prim the Christmas she deserves, a talent contest sponsored by the local radio station. Still grieving over the recent death of his father, Peeta is spending a quiet day in the bakery when a bittersweet Christmas song drifts over the radio, stirring up a longing for his lost love. This songfic is a one-shot from the Flying Solo universe, inspired by Michael Buble’s cover of All I Want for Christmas is You.

Come Morning Light-crazyundeadfairy (ff.net) Summary: A very AU take on Peeta's rescue in Mockingjay.

Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two.

If We Met Up at Midnight-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Had the messenger arrived a day earlier, he would have been greeted by a yellow flag above our door, and had to turn back, summons undelivered. The odds, however, are not in my favor.

Impressive-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A prequel to The One, in response to the prompt: “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

Longest Night-LastLeaf (ao3) Summary: I know it's him without even having to turn around, though I'm still shocked he's here. Peeta Mellark isn't exactly the type to slum it in the Seam. But here he is, bundled up in a long, dark wool coat with large buttons down the front, a fine maroon scarf snugly knotted at his throat. I don't see Peeta outside the bakery very often, but every once in awhile I might run into him at the public market in Town. When that happens, he'll give me a lopsided grin and a friendly “Hey, stranger,” but, even though we've gotten to know each other a little bit in the past year or so, we rarely talk about anything personal. On the night of the Winter Solstice, Katniss finds a way to help Peeta Mellark.

On the First day of Christmas…-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: District 7's tradition of 'Christmas' has spread to the post war District 12. Peeta tries to help Katniss embrace these new strange customs. Hoping a few of them may bring his true love some cheer during the winter season.

Side Project-Ronja (ao3) Summary: A collection of scenes written for "the Project", but removed for various reasons - usually pacing and for sheer length. Not necessarily compliant anymore with the rest of the story.

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

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tartarduck · 1 year ago

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words about tot chapter 9

Gave myself a solid day to stew in my thoughts about ch9 and I just want to say that mihoyo is EVIL for timing it right before the anniversary. I don't know if I can be happy knowing Luke is suffering all alone in every conceivable universe other than his personal story/card timeline.

Point 1: How the chapter explored Luke's feelings of guilt for... Existing I guess?

I've been eagerly awaiting the reveal of Luke's survivor's guilt. The whole [wanting spirits to exist so he can at least apologise, or do SOMETHING, but knowing they don't] is such exquisite angst. I'm very happy they took the effort to write it in (though fortune tellers actually scare me in real life).

And now onto the related Point 2: Luke's feelings of guilt for literally everything else

I was reading through Luke's birthday greetings, and realised how often he calls himself greedy for literally wanting anything. God damn, SHE IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND IT'S NOT GREEDY OF YOU TO WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH HER --

That aside, it comes back to the theme of Luke Pearce's thought process, which in my brain goes a little something like this:

Good thing happens -> I do not deserve this

Bad thing happens -> It is completely my fault and no one else's

Which, might I add, vaguely reminded me of something from a lecture I forgot from my psych undergrad years. I'm worried for you, Luke. Please, Dr Yishmir, refer him to one of your colleagues for mental health.

In his personal 'route', he finally starts to come around with the idea that sometimes bad things... just happen and it's no one's fault (thank you, strategically placed rainbow in iridescent heartbeat). But in the main story? He's been feeling guilty ever since he saw MC after avoiding her for YEARS. There's no Aaron meddling with the two of them, or MC helping him clean his mess of a house to kick-start a card story. This is the man who hid in the attic after sending his confession after a YEAR of dates with MC -- the main story doesn't even give him a chance to start forgiving himself.

Basically, Luke Pearce is a mess in the main story, because everything that makes him un-messy happens by pure chance.

Point 3: Luke's black and white thinking of good and bad

One of the highlights of this chapter for me was Luke's anecdote about him faking a cold so MC would go out with her other friends and forget about him. Now, that's all well and good until he compares himself to the mum with Munchausen's syndrome, who is the closest thing we get to a 'villain' in this chapter. On top of his guilt, this whole I'm either a good or completely bad person mindset is really not doing favours for his mental health.

His anecdote also happens to be an interesting parallel to shape of you, because I remember Luke specifically wished to be forgotten in that card. He wants what's best for MC (because he thinks that he's taking everyone's love from her) but he also wants something for himself. And because he doesn't believe he's able to do both, but also because he isn't able to let go of his 'selfishness' sometimes, he thinks he's an awful person.

And now, to the last to do in my rant agenda.

Point 4: what happens in chapter 12. (Spoilers for CN server, but only about the Luke scene)

1. Ohmygod. He's going to run away. I can't see main story Luke NOT blaming himself for nearly hurting the MC. In whichever timeline, his priority is to keep her safe, and god, if he thinks he's a danger to her, the only way to keep her safe would be by disappearing again.

2. I'm going to read too much into this but MC trying to get Luke to recognise her while she's being pinned to the ground is such delectable angst. He's always worried that she'd forget about him -- whether it was the 8 years or literally just hanging out with other kids at school. But here she is, in a situation where he's essentially forgotten about her. The voice that my brain concocted up for MC was extra desperate in that scene.

Anyway, that's all I had to say about the recent main story developments in ToT. Keep the angst coming, writing staff. What a power move to send this out right before anniversary on BOTH servers. If there's anything I've taken away from this, it's that Luke stans are absolutely unhinged. Twitter circle people, I see you requesting more angst. How can we get even angstier than Luke nearly hurting MC while he's dressed in the outfit that he wears for his proposal card ??

#a long rant #about chapter 9 #tears of themis #just text #and i wrote this completely on my phone in one sitting so forgive any spelling/grammar errors #i needed to just . get this out

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gr00vyminibus · 1 year ago

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BLACK ORCHID

Nomi x black fem

You've been talking to Nomi for some months and really have deep feelings for her but you can't unshake this sense thats she's hiding something. The longer she wants to keep it away from you the bigger she tears your relationship apart. Will she save it or allow you both to fully disconnect from eachother?

Will include: angst, suggestive scenes, stalker activities, this was split into two parts since it was so long all together but thats basically all for this section. Kinda fast paced and proofread

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna @scribblecake

Alsoo!! Happy birthday to my wife <333 a thousand, million, trillion billion kisses!! ��😘😘

She knows everything about you.

Yet sometimes, you sit and think at night. Slowly giving life to a trecherous fear that you didn't know much about Nomi herself.

She wanted to keep a few things confidential from you and you respected that but the excuses to leave for weeks, even fly over seas, and come back with a blind eye to your suppressed melancholy like nothing happened started to aggrivate you.

She couldn't have missed it, it was often hid lazily behind your polite guise when she greeted your baby. All you could do was worry and painfully ache at the thought of her going again, leaving you to keep reassuring your one year old daughter that nomi had places to be.

Sometimes you would try to pry but the way she effortlessly ushered you into another topic was astounding. Nomi undoubtedly had a shit ton of secrets and you had to confront her about them if she wanted to love and be around you as someone more than a good friend..

"I hope when you get older, you're able to tell me anything." You stroked your daughters small curls as she gnawed on her fist, she garbled incoherent sounds but her doe eyes were glued to you like she was partially listening.

Laosa was your world, your hearts capacity, your biggest reason to breathe everyday. You'd do anything for her well being and if you had to cut some certain people off, so be it.

"Ghhh.. grrrhh.." she flailed her arms and twisted back and forth as you furrowed your brows and held her hips, "What's up, hm?"

"Muh mii.." she looked at the front door and leaned against the back of your thighs while gnawing on her fist again.

"Are you saying mommy?" You smiled, fingers gliding across her stomach as she giggled aloud. Screaming in the midst while she squirmed and you eventually stopped to let laosa lay against your chest as you focused back on your movie.

You knew Laosa wasn't going to nap unless you continued rubbing her back so while you both shared a night alone in your cozy apartment, no disturbments.

A sudden knock had came. In the wee hours of the night.

You snapped your head to the door, feeling an exhausted anger draw out with your deep exhale.

"Who in the world could be at my damn door this late." You looked at your baby and carefully took her in your arms, hand coming over her ear so it could muffle your strides and anything else that could potentially wake her up. You reached the front door and squinted in the peep hole.

Feeling an eminent shock halt everything in your body like a hiccup. Nomi leaned against the wall opposite from your apartment door in a long trenchcoat. Seemingly in deep thought as she remained still and waiting.

Normally she came with a notice and during the daytime but for her to show up like this with nothing but a bag on her person was strange.

"The hell.." you mumbled, but her eyes drifted up from their initial spot on the ground, darting to the very bottom of your apartment door as she momentarily pinched her eyebrows together. Could she hear you?

".... might as well." You sighed and situated laosa on your hip as you went to open the door. Nomi's figure straightened up as the locks began moving and then the door cracked, revealing you.

She smiled faintly, mouth parting to say.

"Hey."

"Hey?" You whispered in confusion as she pushed herself off the wall and approached you just before the threshold.

"Um," she sighed shaking her head. "I should have texted you but my phone got broken during this accident so..." you furrowed your brows.

"What'd you get yourself into now." Your eyes trail up her figure as she chuckled but nothing in the world seemed funny at this moment.

"Car crash actually." You gasped softly, door widening as she glanced at the interior of your home just wanting fall inside for a good night, she returned her tired gaze to you.

"A-are you hurt?"

"Shoulder's a bit sore but I'm fine really." She assured in coaxing deep tone, making you both blend into a silence of distant cars and quiet crickets.

"Well, come in." You turned on your heel and made way for nomi to follow you as she shut the door and remained behind you like a shadow.

Even while you carefully placed laosa in her crib, kissing her on the forehead while tucking her in a blanket that might be tugged off later in the night but for now your baby was safe and warm.

You rubbed her silky young hair and muttered a sweet affirmation into her ear before leaning up and sighing. Nomi took her bag off, eyes not leaving the resting baby girl.

"Can I kiss her goodnight."

Something inside you got effected at how she mumbled that request, almost as if she needed it.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed." You walked out of the room and she watched your figure retreat around the corner, afterwards walking to the edge of the crib where laosa's head laid.

Smiling softly at her little beads of hair because it reminded her of her own. She leaned down to laosa and kissed her temple. Just existing in her presence was slowly dominating her fear of being close with the people she loved.

It was scary to hold you at night and realize you were sound asleep while she stayed awake and stared at nothing. Just waiting for something unexpectant, a built in mode of survival engraved into the marrow of her bones.

It was scary to feel a plethora of things just because you smiled at her and treated her like a nice human being. Not knowing that she could change into the complete opposite.

It was scary to surrender. To allow the two most precious things in the world to possess her once idle beating heart.

But although nomi was scared, she wasn't a coward. And she'd die before abandoning the both of you. That was a commitment she agreed with internally.

Eventually she left the room quietly while shutting the door and made her way to your room, the door was cracked but she knocked anyway and when you granted her permission nomi caught you in the midst of sliding into bed.

You were silent tonight. Very concisely worded and it was one of the things on her list that were rated as torture. So as always she asked you how you felt, "are you angry with me?" You sighed and turned on your side with the cover pulled over.

"I have nothing to be angry about."

"But you are." She got comfortable under the covers once she shed off her trechcoat and made her feet bare.

"Am not." The agent completely disregarded your defense and rolled on her stomach just behind you, head looming above your ear.

"If you want to talk we can talk. You're not tired." She stated from the fact that you haven't stopped shaking your leg. Its just the thing you do when your up, but drifting between laziness.

"Nomi." You turned around as she raised her brows and tilted her head.

"Hm?"

Go to sleep. Thats what you should have said but you didn't. She grew unsure of your stretched pause, the rush of blood in her body making her wound ache but she was still as stone. Deep eyes switching between your own.

"What is it, y/n." You contemplated shortly before answering.

"How did you get in that car crash?" She then looked weirdly dull. Eyes wandering from your own to glance at something blankly.

"The person who hit me was a reckless driver. Isn't that the main cause of every car accident?" She slowly fluttered her lashes at you and furrowed her brows.

"Tell me about it?" You rise up against the headboard as she cautiously followed suit.

"Well, I was driving on my way to you actually before someone hit me from the side during a speed chase. The impact caused me to slam into the drivers door."

"And what's the condition on your shoulder?"

Nomi bit her lip and let a sort of silence stretch until she was comfortable responding back, "that's not how my shoulder got messed up."

"... can I see?" She puts a hand infront of you in a halting manner, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"I got it. Let me." You offered and she was going to protest but your hands had already gently eased her own off and finished the task, having the shirt ready to be pealed back.

Your fingertips traced the bandage around the upper joint of her limb and gently pressed around, above, near the edge of her right armpit and then finally in the middle. Nomi hissed immediately, discomfort taking her feautures for a moment.

"So its right there, is it a spring, twist, bone out of place?"

"It's... more like a gun shot wound." She shrugged with one shoulder before pulling her shirt back on.

"Who shot you?!" You slightly raised your voice as she closed her eyes and pressed her index finger to her lips. Listening out for laosa's potential cries. Then she reopened them and dragged them from the bedroom door to your face.

"I'll make it short."

"Make it clear." you demanded, a douse of anger that hid in your silence finally jumped into your tone. Nomi sighed.

"The police caught up with the other car, they ended up crashing with me and while I exited my vehicle.. I was blindly shot. That's all that happened, darling." You stared into her eyes, a soft frown etched into your feautures that she didn't appreciate one bit, but she believed she could fix it.

"So.. can we sleep together tonight? I haven't laid with you.." Nomi leaned closer to your body and wrapped her good arm around your waist, connecting your foreheads.

"In weeks." You take a deep breath and crossed your hands in your lap.

"Please?"

"... yeah.." you let go of it tonight, telling the inner voices in your head to shut up about the fact that you may be sensing Nomi isn't telling you the whole truth.

"That's my girl." Your bodies lower back into the bed as she welcomes you on her chest and you try you best to avoid applying more weight to her right shoulder.

Though the next morning, doesn't turn out like you expect.

You hear the television and sounds of cheesy nursery rhymes frolicking throughout the place. And there's a smell in the air, pleasant, delicious yet different from you normally whip up in the kitchen. You inhale with relief.

She's still here.

That old smile of yours started to form on your face as you turned in the pillows. Now you're eased onto your stomach and lying there undisturbed.

But suddenly the door creaked open and seeing as you're awake, you decide to easedrop.

"There. There goes your mommy all knocked out and sleeping sound, try not to wake her up yeah?" Nomi whispered as she bounced your baby girl on her hip and comfortingly let her small hand squeeze her thumb. Her doe eyes were glued to you.

"Satisfied little spy?" Laosa did a sort of wobbly nod as she squirmed on Nomi's hip and held her thumb harder. The woman raised her brows.

"Back in the living room I suppose." Nomi glanced at the lump in the sheets and quietly closed the door as you continued 'sleeping'. A short chuckle left you, fingers coming to wipe your eyes of any residue while you sat up.

Your arms dropped to bed and then flung the covers off so you could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once you reached the living room you saw Nomi writing on a note pad while multitasking with spoon feeding Laosa.

She squished Nomi's forearm and took the spoon of baby food with a gurgle before softly falling back in the seat.

Nomi underlined a few things with haste and sensed someone approaching, eyes drifting up to the sight of you in your long gown and it made her marvel, "Good morning, Darling."

"Good morning, thanks for feeding laosa" you sighed gently was going sit on seat next to the woman but one of her arms hooked around your waist and eased you onto her lap. You parted your lips to say something and she stared up at you with faux innocence.

"You're welcome. Does that earn me a kiss?"

"Don't know?" Her arm flexed to hold you tighter and you could feel her plump lips pressing into the bare skin of your shoulder blades and neck.

"Stop being stubborn." she rasped in your ear as you shifted on her lap. Instinctively pressing back into her embrace. Nomi raised her hand to turn your chin so she could kiss you, but just as your mouths was centimeters away a wet glob landed on Nomi's temple.

She leaned back as you did aswell and gaped at the orange mess dripping down her face. Nomi shook her head and grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her skin. You laughed loudly while she chuckled.

"Not funny."

"Lala doesn't think mimi deserves a kiss?" You cooed at your baby and escaped from nomi to pick her up from the high seat as she giggled.

Nomi sat while looking between the both of your faces as something bright swelled within her heart. The feeling all too familiar.

"Your plate of breakfast is on the counter, I'm going to take a shower" Nomi snapped out of her trance and excused herself with fake irritation.

Once she was out of sight you did reprimand the newborn with a whisper before setting her down somewhere she could play.

The breakfast Nomi made was pretty good, she never failed a dish anyway. It tracked all the way back to the second date at her apartment when nomi cooked for you. She looked hot and whatnot while slinging an oven rag over her shoulder, shaking a pan of frying vegetables, which accentuated the muscles in her arm.

She was picture perfect, you could say.

Very relaxed, knew how to have a good time, never really jealous, made you laugh in any circumstances and she always blew the fuse out of an argument in the best ways. Nomi apologizes.

Which she never does to anyone but you. She isn't touchy either but she craves your cuddles and kisses, especially when you squish her face when you're extra happy.

The only you didn't like was her reluctantance.

Nomi could've been your girlfriend by now but everytime you brought that topic up she just steer the convo.

Solidifying your relationship despite all things you do for eachother was a pretty big step for her, one Nomi needs to grow longer legs for.

And you'd give her countless days that extended to weeks and months. But you'd be insane if you were going to continue being in the 'talking' stage with her after a year.

So the fears began to creep.

Is she playing you? Are you just an excellent hang around? Will Nomi eventually grow bored of you and.. leave?

You slowly chew on your food and make the fork meet your plate, mood soured and spoiled. You just end up wrapping it all up and putting it in the fridge before walking to the bedroom.

Your arms are placed behind you as you sit on the bed, waiting. Now you wanted to talk.

After twelve minutes went past the shower finally cut off and there was some shuffling and the close of a cabinet, then the knob twisted and she padded out with a towel around her body.

"You sneak.." Her British accent irked and attracted you at the same time while she approached your drawers.

"Whatever.. " you mumbled, Nomi payed you no mind until she glanced back.

".. Mind if I burrow some clothes?" You shrugged as she turned back and fished out some comfortable clothes. She discarded her towel and unfolded the pair of sweats to pull it over her legs and pulled a t-shirt over her head.

You looked elsewhere the whole time until a presence could be felt dipping into the mattress, a hand took your idle one and interlaced their fingers.

"You're silent again." Nomi searched for an explanation in your body language that your mouth wasn't going to give right away.

"I want to talk this time." You utter.

Nomi nibbles on her lips, "About what, I'm all ears."

"About how I feel," Nomi hummed as she examined you from head to toe.

"Go on?" her lips pinched into a straight line as you were getting ready to respond.

"I want to know more about you." You stood strong yet you felt like dissapearing due to her deep stare.

"Im very private you know that, you also know enough darling, what's the real issue." She furrowed her brows.

"The real issue is.. your enough, isn't my enough. Look, I won't beat around the bush.. you've been keeping me in the dark for a while." You pressed. She scratched her brow slowly and dropped her hand in her lap.

"If that's how you feel-"

"And I do?" You state, tone defensive. You take your hands back for yourself.

"You make me worried sick? I— I can't keep any tabs on you whatsoever, I don't know what your job profession is, where you dissapear off to, I don't even know your schedule which I always stay considerate of no matter how odd it is.. and how it may be eating into my time." you breathe in deeply.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got shot?"

"Y/n-" your hands then jab at your chest.

"As your...... hell I don't even know what am to you at this point but I'm pretty angry at the possibility that you may be keeping some huge secrets from me while I expose my whole life to you?"

"Y/n, you know who you are to me."

"Do I? What's our status, how am I special?"

"You're.. " my love. Nomi didn't think she could say that to you, every time her toungue fell limp and her jaw clenched. She loved you more than you could imagine but knew where admitting to it would get her. She felt unworthy of you. Prohibited and Insecure.

The way she lived glued her to this mindset.

Your shoulders dropped.

"Exactly. I can't bring myself to play pretend the next day when my heart's still sore from you choosing when to come and go. Giving that same explanation of work," you groan, "its like I always make time for you but you don't make enough time for me... I'm doubting if what I'm trying to do is right.."

"What is that?"

"Trying to gain your trust. Your reassurance. I mean we are getting to know eachother so we can potentially be together... but you obviously haven't felt that close with me yet so you have the obvious option Nomi..."

"Don't.. don't do that." She glared, you couldn't be insinuating that. And the way her name came out of your mouth wasn't soothing her like usual.

"Then tell me what I should know, from the moment we first met." You lay out your request on the table while Nomi sits deep in thought for a proper response back. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't realize you feeling this way, she always knew.

But the last thing Nomi wanted was for you to leave her for it. She just needed more time, but now the hourglass had finally ran out.

"You want," with a pounding heart.

"trust.. openness? fine. But If I'm speaking from the deepest part of my heart, all I ever did was try to protect you and Laosa."

"Protect us from what?!"

"Simple answer?" She placed her palms infront of her as you demanded with a raising brow.

"The simplest."

"I work with the government."

"..... Nomi if you're an FBI Agent you could've told me-"

"Not that type of agent." She frowned, eyes closing momentarily.

"Then.." you trailed off. Nomi crossed her arms and fully turned to you, face giving confliction and compromise at the same time. This was it. If she told you, everything would change.

She'd overcome that boulder that layed atop her jurisdiction once and for all. You deserved to know.

"Nomi?"

"I'm the one that.. takes care of the criminals you thankfully haven't heard on the news. People like me handle.. them— i-in advance."

"Oh."

"Listen-"

"Is that how you got shot?" Stunned silence.

"My." You turned away.

Nomi breathes in deeply. "I'm finally coming clean to you about what I'm hiding and now you're shutting me out? Y/n look at me."

"..I can't..." You're reluctant. But a now cold hand reaches for your arm with gentleness. Light as feather and you let Nomi settle behind you with the fearful thought of a reptile slithering around your skin.

"Darling." But you snap out of it, you have too. Upon this news you feel like everything you've known about her is a lie and all that she is, is her choice of work. An agent. But you know deep down Nomi is more.

"If only you were willing to understand." She rubbed her hands down your arms and held you firmly, feeling your deep trembles.

"I've had to do unspeakable things for this world. I've had to kill." You squeeze your eyes shut while hers bore into the wall ahead.

"Would it alleviate the weight off your shoulders if I told you all of them were really.. really bad people." She put her chin in your neck and pulled you closer than you already were, squeezing, making you slightly breathless.

"A.. life, is a life." You exhaled.

"And what is a justice?" She whispered, hold suddenly loosening. The truth. It filled you with so many emotions that you though you were prepared for but weren't. After all, this was what you wanted.

So now you must make a choice.

"Nomi." You mutter and then swallow. The agent is silent, arms still interlocked around your abdomen. She's torn in her thoughts, remaining clueless about if you'll end things with her or not. Its maddening.

".. Nomi." Your voice wavers and it's painful to consider the thought that leaves your throat sore in guilt.

"You need time." She abruptly pulled away from you and got off the bed, darting her burning eyes to the ground.

"When you've come to a decision... call me." Nomi states as clear she can while gathering her things.

She's gone quick and two times the door gets shut. Mimicking the breaking of your crystal glass heart.

This was best for now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four Days.

A Thursday had never felt so.. empty. Nomi skimmed her cabinets for numerous bottles of dark liquors and sweetly bitter remedies that left her body ablaze right under her skin. She didn't grow tired often, not remembering a proper trip the bed in that span of time.

Maybe a crash on the couch every blue moon. Or a late night ride.. past your complex.

Every blue moon, though.

Nomi knew she could give into her intrusive thoughts and scoop you and laosa up. Proposing a stay at her Mediterranean and remote home while you continued to think. In her passanger seat. As long as you both were in her reach. That's all she wanted.

The agent put her hand on the car door, fingers eerily still on the handle as she pondered on it. She could do it, she really could. Your usually home this hour anyway, probably making fragrances or nurturing your baby on the lap while the TV remained on.

Desperate.

Come on, thats desperate.

Nomi clenched her jaw and brought her hands back on the steering wheel, leaving the premises without hesitation and internally degrading herself on the way. She had to be patient.

Meanwhile you were in the house wondering how to contact her, as if you could send a simple text or call. But what would you say, how would you say it.. in which way would you deliver your sentiment. Should you give it a little more time and think logically rather than your heart taking all the space up in your head.

The organ told you to forgive nomi and continue loving her. To be willing to understand like she wanted. And you truly wanted to but you were scared. Images of her bandaged shoulder and how exhausted she looked with slighty sunken eyes. You couldn't bare to see her so..

Beat.

You sighed and stood up to put laosa to bed again. A sad frown etched into your features while you thought of the woman.

Tonight's dreams had mimicked your pain in distorted ways that made stubborn tears escape through your closed eyes and your heart did its familiar, agonizing turn and twist.

But as always, the sun did its usual appearance and you were still slumped in bed when a buzz from your phone had you stirring in the sheets.

Buzz

"Ugh.." you turned on your side.

Buzz

"Mtch.. shoot." You grumbled and quickly reached for your phone on the nightstand. After rubbing your eyes and blinking the blurriness away you noticed there were text messages, from Nomi.

Mimi💕: I have to report back to work on Monday.

We need to talk soon.

Your face twisted up into an angry pout as your feet kicked in a dramatic toddler fashion. You weren't ready to face her at all, even looking at her blue text bubbles made you feel intimidated. You thought of responding or leaving Nomi on read for a minute to recollect yourself.

You chose the latter.

Today wasn't the best day to talk, you had to be at work by nine and drop laosa off to daycare, along with a ton of other things. You sighed and got out of bed to freshen up and make breakfast.

Throwing some bacon in the oven before you went into the baby room and eased Laosa out of her slumber.

Her little body was putty in your arms as you carried her to restroom and got her ready for the day aswell. She could barely sit up straight when you brought a soft brush along her scalp.

"Lala.." her eyes squinted open to your voice as she slightly perked up and then slumped again.

"Reminds me of when I used to brush her hair after a good old wash day" you mumbled with a smile while fitting a puffy headband on the little girls head. The longer you stared into the mirror and reflected, the more you missed her.

And it was at that moment when your chest began to hurt again that you knew you had to do it. You couldn't delay this talk. So hopefully there could be a slot in time for your discussion.

#lashana lynch #black wlw #nomi #007 #no time to die #nomi x black fem #nomi x fem #lesbian

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mangocheesecakes · 1 year ago

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I have found a connection between Laura Deramas and the scammer amongsts/amongstss who was recently discovered and since been taken down. I have very good reason to believe that amongstss was either Laura herself, or someone working closely with Laura.

(Please bear with me as this is going to be a very long post. I don't know how to make it shorter.)

So first off, in the "speaking up" video Laura posted recently, while she admits that she "made a mistake", Laura claims that she made the video to "speak up about what I and user neeches "have been doing to her while she's not on Tumblr". Specifically, she is angry about how we've connected her with another now-deactivated scammer, sheeyancjoje. Laura is adamant and insists that she has not come back to Tumblr since I called her out, and so she wants us to stop "blaming her for all the scams that's happening here". Now Laura's acting may be FAMAS-worthy, but I maintain that the evidence I found about her and sheeyanc is solid and undeniable, and later I will also explain why this is so in a separate post. But for now, let's talk about amongsts.

Amongsts/amongstss was a scammer who recently got taken down by tumblr, and who was pretending to be a "Black Transwoman living in Andorra" trying to raise money for "rent support". The post they made was copied word-for-word from an actual fundraiser on Facebook with the only change being the person's first name. Here is the original post and my reblog with the callout and link to the legitimate fundraiser. After posting this, amongsts began sending me irate messages and insults through dm.

Now amongsts wanted their donors to only use "wire transfer or paypal" when donating. They also did not put the actual link anywhere on the post itself. When asked about this by other users, amongsts claimed that she prefers sending her paypal info through dm because of the spam emails she had been receiving lately:

Now someone had unfortunately already donated to amongsts before I was able to call them out, but I proceeded to send warning asks to those who reblogged the scam posts all the same. One of the users I messaged responded to me, and it turned out they were one of the people who had donated to amongsts. Because I thought it might be relevant for keeping track of the scammers on here I asked them if they could share to me the Paypal address that amongsts gave to them in private when they donated. This user very kindly got back to me and gave me the screenshot they took of the scammer's paypal name and gmail.

The name on the paypal was one "Joan Malubay", while the gmail address was written as [email protected]

Here is a screenshot of my conversation with this user, with their blog and name redacted for privacy:

Going back to Laura and her "speaking-up" video. Laura keeps mentioning a certain JES SA, who she says is her friend and neighbor, and who according to her "made a tumblr" the night before and saw "all of the posts that I and neeches have been making about her". This JES SA then presumably alerted her about this, which is how she found out and why she was back again. Laura was also pretty insistent that I talk to this JES SA on Facebook, kind of similar to how she kept asking me to contact her mother back when she was still pretending to be dead:

Checking up on Laura's Facebook profile after all of this went down, I saw that she had made a couple of status updates about being "stressed" and "going through a lot lately". Sure enough, among those who sad-reacted to her posts was a user named Jes Sa. This Jes Sa also commented a happy birthday greeting on Laura's post during her son's birthday 4 weeks ago:

I also clearly remember seeing this user on Laura's old profile before, though I had no screenshots of her at that time and didn't really take note of her. Curiously, Jes Sa already had her profile locked when last I checked it, so I couldn't take a screenshot and had to take a photo using another phone.

So instead, I tried another route and typed "jes sa" on the search tab to see what comes up...and what do you know, the name "Malubay Jo an" was one of the first results.

This Malubay Jo an names Jes Sa as her sister in this pic (Bry Lle seems to be Jes Sa's former name on FB) as well as a "Dawn Syrelle Mozo" as her pamangkin/niece. Upon further digging, I've found that Jes Sa is Joan Malubay's sister, is married to a certain "Manuel (Nano) Mozo" and has at least two daughters, "Dawn Syrelle Mozo" and "Anne Janelle Mozo". On my screenshot of Jes Sa's birthday greeting above, Dawn Syrelle also greets Laura's son a happy birthday.

And so here is now the connection between Laura Deramas and the scammer amongstss:

amongstss was using the Paypal account of Joan Malubay with the gmail [email protected].

Malubay Jo an on Facebook who lives in Davao City has two nieces with names that fit the gmail handle being used by amongstss. Malubay Jo an is also the sister of Jes Sa, the person Laura said is her "friend and neighbor", and who apparently is also here on tumblr.

Given this discovery, I can say that amongsts was probably being run by either Laura herself, or by her friend/s Joan and Jes Sa, or even more likely, they were all in it together.

And Laura's claims that she is not connected to any other scammers on here is another one of her many many lies.

#donation scam #laura mae deramas #laura deramas #Jessa Mozo #Joan Malubay #Manuel Mozo #amongstss #amongsts #Other Laura Scams

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lythea-creation · 8 months ago

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I'm Nothing Like You - Remus Lupin x daughter reader

summary: (f/n) is the exact opposite of her smart and outgoing twin sister Amy. Will Remus be able to show her that love isn't tied to grades?

warnings: breakdown

word count: 1.069

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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I had always lived in the shadow of my younger twin sister Amy. Growing up in an orphanage you quickly learn if you are sociable.

Amy never had any difficulties to make new friends. She was the center of attention. Beautiful, charismatic, smart, funny. She had it all.

Meanwhile I was rather a quiet and shy person, mostly overlooked.

The only thing I was good at was drawing. But nobody seemed to be interested in that.

Whenever I scribbled into my notebooks because I was overwhelmed with a task, I got scolded for playing around, ruining my expensive devices. Then they would blame my bad grades on drawing instead of paying attention in class.

They had no idea, did not even want to understand that it was hard for me to learn. Theory simply was not my strength. But instead of helping me they mocked me.

Amy had tried to support me, explain it to me. But she had given up after some time. I was a hopeless case.

I thought that might all change when we got an acceptance letter for Hogwarts. We were both absolutely excited to get to study magic, live in a literal castle instead of a run down, underfunded house.

But it turned out that I was a failure at either school.

I transformed only one half of an object, accidentally invented new potions, did not manage to fly higher than three feet above the ground.

Amy attempted to encourage me, told me that I only needed more time, but it felt hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, how much longer I trained, how many times I practiced, I just did not get any better.

What was I supposed to do?

It all took a turn for the worse in our second year, when Remus Lupin became our teacher. None of us had known that he was our father until Dumbledore had revealed it. In contrast to me Dumbledore appeared to know everything.

Amy and Remus quickly came along. Amy's easy-going nature and her awesome grades were making it hard for people not to love her.

I, on the other hand, was having difficulties to bond with Remus. Ironic that I was even failing in that matter.

We just did not have anything in common.

Instead of having a greater support system, it felt like I was falling behind my sister even more. I felt like an outcast when the three of us spend time together, even though they tried to integrate me.

I wondered if they also turned away from me if we were not blood-related.

“Now it's time to get your grades”, Professor McGonagall announced.

I was anxiously scribbling away at a piece of parchment. Remus had bought me a pencil set for my birthday.

When the professor handed me my grades, she sent me a disappointed look. I had barely managed not to fail, all thanks to Amy's help and my endless hours of studying and practicing when everybody else had been out and having fun together.

“I'm so excited to visit dad again”, Amy rejoiced during the train ride.

We had just finished our fourth year at Hogwarts. So we only knew Remus for three years now. When had Amy started calling him dad?

I was torn between being happy for her and feeling even more like an outcast.

“There are my two favorite girls”, Remus greeted us as soon as we had left the train, opening his arms for us.

Amy did not hesitate to run into his embrace.

I simply waved at him, forcing me to send him a short smile.

Honestly I was not excited to see him at all after just getting my grades. I would only disappoint him and therefore ruin the mood.

Amy and Remus were talking the whole ride home about Amy's time and Hogwarts and what they wanted to do during the holidays.

“What about you, (f/n)?”, Remus wondered. “How was your year?”

“Okay, I guess”, I stated.

I did not notice the concerned glance Remus sent my way as I was watching the landscape pass by.

After unpacking everything at home, Remus had rented an apartment for the three of us, Amy showed Remus her grades. The pride was written over both their faces, making me want to vanish.

Now of course, Remus was asking to see my grades as well.

Reluctantly I handed the piece of parchment over, hugging myself to keep me from falling apart.

I did not dare to look at him while he was scanning the page. I could not take the disappointment I was about to see in his eyes.

“(f/n), why are you crying?”, Remus worried.

I could not help it. I was feeling like an utter failure, a disgrace to both him and my sister. How could twins be so inherently different?

“Hey, what is it?”, he asked me softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

Now I was completely breaking down, sinking to my knees and sobbing my heart out. I could not take it anymore.

Remus knelt down in front of me and pulled me into his arms, while my sister placed her hand on my thigh.

After I had calmed down Remus asked me again what was up and I told him about everything weighing me down.

“(f/n), it doesn't matter to me how much we have in common. I love you no less than Amy and it hurts me to see you so torn. Considering how hard school is for you, I think you did great. You passed all subjects. You can be really proud of yourself. Your hard work paid off”, Remus proposed. “You just have different strengths and weaknesses which isn't bad at all. Your drawings are amazing, (f/n). Don't just focus on what's hard for you.”

“To be honest I always envied you”, Amy confessed.

“You envied me?”, I reassured, absolutely taken off guard.

“You're way more ambitious and hard-working than me. You're an awesome artist and don't let society put you down. You never seemed to care about fitting in. I always adapt to make sure other people like me. You're so much stronger than me”, she declared.

I was speechless at her words. Apparently I had perceived it all wrong.

“Now who wants to go and get ice cream?”, Remus suggested smiling.

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Alternative Ending

#harry potter #remus lupin x reader #daughter reader #female reader #angst #drama #twins

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hjnxx · 7 months ago

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HIJINXX_OFFICIAL IS NOW LIVE — MICHA’S BIRTHDAY LIVE

the live opens up to micha sitting in a decorated room with a captain’s hat on her head, surrounded by presents and a simple but charming cake topped off with ‘HBD MICHA!’ written in icing. she stares into the camera as comments roll in, confusion and amusement being the general consensus as she continues to keep silent.

this goes on for a solid three minutes until a comment rolls by that catches her attention. does turning a year older bound you to silence or is the company holding you hostage. blink twice if you need help. the comment makes her snort, sitting forward with her hands folded on the table. “i’m not being held hostage, first of all. though i might as well be. i was fine with the birthday posts and the cute comments and now i have to sit here and talk to people?”

she stares at the camera in disbelief, the comments blurring past with reactions. “but i’ve always been a generous person, and you get to see my face for free. win situation for you, i guess.”

“i turn 24 today. on april 24th. in 2024. isn’t that something? you’d think i’d be lucky today. but i haven’t met anne hathaway so until then. keep your fingers crossed for me.” her own words make her smile briefly, only to be promptly wiped off when she squints at the screen.

“do you have a special someone to spend today with? oh, sure. i have a hot date with my bed right after this. we’re gonna get really comfortable and i’m gonna sleep and dream about starting my own fashion empire.” micha glances down at her cake to comment offhandedly, “this cake looks like its made out of cardboard.”

the comments laugh as she’s silently reprimanded by staff, to which she adds on, “but i didn’t taste it yet–then i’ll truly be able to see if it doesn’t taste like cardboard. aces, pray for my tastebuds.”

she picks up a knife placed next to the cake, cutting a slice out of the dessert to place on a nearby plate. and just as she’s setting down the utensils to taste, a familiar face pops into the screen.

“mimi,” the voice lilts out in a sickly sweet tone, and micha puts down her fork to deadpan at the screen.

yuina’s overjoyed attitude instantly brightens the blunt tone of the live, fans greeting the other member as enthusiastic as she greets them in return. “hi everyone! i just stopped by after spending time in the studio–”

“you knew i was going to go live.”

“–and i heard it was a certain someone’s birthday–”

“i live with you?”

“–and i just wanted to stop by to wish her a happy birthday!!” the younger ends her sentence regardless of micha’s interruptions, singing the last word as she squeezes her into a hug. micha looks half miserable, staring straight into the camera with a look that unmistakably reads ‘kill me now’. her expression only sours even more as yuina begins to sing happy birthday to her with purposely botched vocals, even getting the staff to join as micha looks on.

“oh, there’s even cake!” yuina zeroes in on the dessert once the singing and clapping dies down, examining the plate with a comically quizzical look. “it kind of looks like it’s made out of cardboard.”

“that’s what i s–you know what.” hushed laughter can be heard behind the camera as micha picks up the plate with the slice she had cut earlier, spearing a chunk of it on a fork and holding it up to yuina. “here. taste it.”

yuina happily bites from the fork, chewing thoughtfully as both her in person and live audience wait for her reaction. “it’s kinda decent? wait, give me another piece.”

micha complies with a raised brow, feeding her another piece of the slice. “you better not be faking and eating my cake for me.”

“you’re willingly feeding it to me, though.” micha glares at her halfheartedly as she laughs. “not it’s actually really good! it’s not even dry.”

micha tries the cake for herself, eating the remaining part of the slice, and tilts her head away from the screen with furrowed brows. yuina snorts at her behavior.

“it’s like…” micha breaks off a piece of the main cake to eat again, “weirdly good? the aftertaste isn’t too bad, either.”

“i don’t think this cake is staying in the fridge for three months, either,” yuina quips cheerfully, which makes micha hide a laugh behind her hand. “eunji’s gonna like it a lot.”

“anyway, i’m gonna go now.” yuina waves to the screen as the comments bid her goodbye. “bye aces! make sure you’ve eaten today. i will know.”

micha watches with slight disdain as yuina stares into the camera briefly before she slips out of the room. after she leaves, micha turns to the camera, muttering, “weird.”

after a few more bites and answering questions, swiftly avoiding anything involving music or a comeback, she finally deems it ready to open her presents.

“this one’s from ahyeon,” she starts, her expression visibly softening as she reaches for the gift. tied together with white ribbon, micha brings a basket to the center of the table, setting the cake to the side momentarily. “knowing her, she probably spent hours on this, so. if i see anyone make fun of this gift online, you’re a friendless and loveless loser who has never experienced joy in your life ever. sorry you don’t have people who care about you.”

pulling the wrapping paper open without further comment in front of a now scandalized staff and increasingly delighted fans, the basket contains a multitude of self care and sweet items, from dried flowers and lindt chocolates to candles and a miffy keychain right in view. the comments coo over micha’s reaction to the gift basket, a slight pout on her lips as she pulls out other miscellaneous items.

“i talked to her about this keychain like three months ago…” micha looks genuinely touched, setting the keychain down before briefly looking at the ground briefly. when she does look up, she catches the comment ahyeon is a real life angel, we don’t deserve her at all, voicing her agreement immediately.

yuina’s gift is a bit bigger, a box that nearly obscures her face when she drags it to the center. it makes micha scoff, standing up to tear the wrapping paper off. it doesn’t take long for the comments to figure out what the gift is, the signature detailing on the house shaped box coming into view.

it takes micha a moment to truly take in what’s in front of her, glancing up at the screen briefly in disbelief. she opens the box slowly to pull out a frog plushie in overalls. a brief smile spreads across her lips at the site, setting the plush on the table in camera view.

“it matches her pink one,” is all she says, ignoring as the comments gush over the information. she sets the plush next to the gift basket, reaching for the last gift out of three.

opening the gift, her smile widens as she pulls out a beaded bracelet, white with pink accents with a small tulip charm hanging off. it’s paired with an envelope which she opens, refusing to read the letter out loud. her expression says enough for the fans to know she’s truly touched, her smile genuine.

“she’s been into bracelet making lately, after seeing the fans gift each other some during fan events.” her voice is fond when speaking about the group’s youngest member, adding, “she’s damn near made everyone in the building a bracelet. ateez have matching ones. real cute.”

she puts the bracelet on and shows the live, gently tugging the piece of jewelry around to put the tulip charm in view.

after she sets aside the torn wrapping paper, micha sits down with the frog plush in her arms and the gift basket placed near her cake. “this was fun,” she quips with a slight nod, looking around briefly. “think that’s enough interaction for today. still have a date with my bed that i’m looking forward to, so. bye for now.”

micha waves briefly before the live cuts.

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magicmumu2 · 3 months ago

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Rejanis. Am I doing this right? I’m new to tumblr. I just want more rejanis haha

Yeah grey face, you did it perfectly. So Rejanis for my personal WIP challenge:

"I'm so glad." Mrs George then looked over to Damian beside her. It's nice to see you again, Damian, as always!"

"And you're always a sight to see," Damian replied.

June George gave out a giggle and ushered the two inside. She pointed over to the overflowing table of gifts, which Janis knew came from various people at school who were not invited to the party. She was surprised to see that the guest list for this party was shorter than Cady's Halloween get together two weeks prior. It looked to be just the six of them in their friend group hanging out together. Along the walls were pink streamers and a banner that said 'happy birthday', but otherwise it looked about the same as any other visit to the George home.

Damien and Janis followed Mrs. George into the grand living room and saw the rest of the friend group there. "Hey there, birthday girl," Damien sang, placing down his gift, a small gift bag with pink and purple tissue paper sticking out of it, into the table with the rest. Regina rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. "How does it feel to be legally able to buy cigarettes and porn?"

"Or join the military?" Karen asked from her spot on the largest couch, which she shared with Cady.

"Or drink, if you are in just about any other country but the USA?" Gretchen added.

"It's not the fun birthday, like a sweet sixteen. Or maybe it would have been, in my old life," Regina said.

"I know," June said. "It's very low-key this year. I was prepared to throw a huge birthday bash with a DJ, a full cocktail bar and special brownies, but with only half a dozen of you here, there was really no point."

"Are we not worth the special brownies, Mrs. George?" Damian joked, lowering his voice so that Kylie, who had come down the stairs to greet the new guests, didn't hear.

June winked.

"So instead I'm going to just let you guys have at it. There's a dinner that will be catered and movies and whatever set up. Might be too cold to use the pool. If you guys want to go out to the theater or anything later, just let me know and I'll drive you." With that, June waved Kylie to her. "Let's have 'Mama Ky-Ky time' upstairs and meet back down for dinner." The girl agreed readily, happy to have her mom's full attention.

"Thanks Mom." When her mother and Kylie were gone, Regina said, "I'm just glad you guys are here. It feels... like a more meaningful birthday."

Damian waved his hands in front of his eyes. "Aw, Regina just wants best friend time. If I tear up, my mascara will run."

"You're not wearing mascara today, doofus," Janis said as she put her gift so that it leaned against the back of the couch. She turned to Regina. "You're not opening this until after I leave."

"Why?" Regina asked, her lips moving into a slight smirk.

"Because it's what you asked for, but it's only for you to see." Regina's smile didn't waver. "Shut up. Just wait 'til I'm gone."

Thank you.

*Put Rejanis, Wenclair or Glorbie in my ask, and in an attempt to finish my WIPs, I will write at least three sentences for the pairing.

#the Regina George Apology Tour series #Rejanis #wenclair #glorbie #my crap #wip challenge

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basketballanonsblog · 11 months ago

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I wished (for you)

Synopsis: birthdays lost meaning until she came along

Jeongyeon x Reader (soulmate AU)

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You laid at the riverbank, accompanied by the stars.

"Year 108, alone. Happy birthday to me I guess."

You glanced to your left at the empty space before returning your focus to the sky.

"I swear, if I could, I would give the world to my soulmate. How long must I live with the weight of loneliness?"

A shooting star journeyed through as you closed your eyes.

"I wish to find the love of my life. The one who will set my heart aflame with passion through something simple as a gaze."

You fell asleep with your tears, but your cries were heard by the stars.

~×~

It started with a good morning kiss.

Gentle and innocent.

It ended with your girlfriend writhing in pleasure as she came all over your mouth. You hummed at the taste.

"Happy birthday to me." You cleaned her up until she pushed you away, feeling sensitive.

"Not fair. It should've been me making you come."

"Honey, your pleasure is my pleasure."

She flipped you on your back.

"Then let me repay you."

Before Jeongyeon could kiss you, her phone rang. With no other choice, she answered it.

"What? But today is my free day." You couldn't hear the other person, but you assumed it was a company member. "Alright, I'll be there soon."

"Work?"

"Yeah, urgent meeting." She scowled, but one look at your smile made her reciprocate. "Hey... you can't do that every time I get annoyed. One day, it might not work."

"Then I dread the idea of no longer being able to make you smile." You knew she was joking, but you meant it.

"I don't want to leave you." She fell back into your arms.

"You must really like that mouth of mine, right?" She snorted and took a jab at you.

"I'm serious. I was so excited to spend time with you."

"Well, the sooner you go, then the sooner you get to come back."

"Okay okay, I'll get ready."

Jeongyeon barely took a step away from the bed when you pulled her back.

"But not without a few more kisses, right?" She squealed and giggled as you kissed all over her face and neck.

~×~

"Damn Yoo, at least pretend you're happy to be here." Jihyo teased.

"She's probably bitter because she was still in bed with y/n, not sleeping."

The tips of her ears turning red confirmed Nayeon's statement.

"It's y/n's birthday. Spending the day away from her isn't what I had in mind."

"Then let's get to work so you can get back to her."

~×~

"Crap."

Jeongyeon ran out the elevator, knocking rapidly on your door.

"Hi, unnie!" Chaeyoung greeted, followed by Mina, Dahyun, and Sana.

"Y/n, Jeongyeon is here!"

The four of them hugged you both goodbye, leaving you alone.

She noticed the kitchen table lined up with your favourite foods and unopened presents.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

"Hey, jagiya." Panic filled you when she started crying. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't get out of work until now. I let you down."

"No." You held her and rubbed her back.

"Yes, I did. I had the entire day planned out for us, especially since you haven't celebrated your birthday in so long. I wanted it to be perfect."

"But don't you see, my love? The day is already perfect because we're together."

She kissed you softly.

"No more tears now, Jeongyeon."

"Have you had cake?"

"Not yet, I wanted you to be there when I blew out the candles."

She held the cake before you, singing happy birthday.

"Make a wish y/n." You closed your eyes and smiled before blowing the candles out.

"What did you wish for?"

"To eat cake."

"Okay."

She pushed the cake against your mouth, smearing icing before putting it down and running away.

You caught her quickly, your heart skipping a beat, as her laughter filled the room.

"Now look, my lips are messy."

"My apologies, ma'am. Let me fix that."

Jeongyeon kissed you again until the icing was gone.

"Yummy."

"Me or the frosting?"

"The frosting. Duh. I'm getting a slice."

"Wait." You grasped her wrist.

"Y/n?"

"Dance with me?" A loving smile graced her lips.

"Always."

With one of her hands in yours and the other on your shoulder, you rested your free hand on her waist.

She was awed by your voice. You hardly ever sang, but she wished you would do so more often.

"How do you do it y/n?"

"Do what?" You sneaked a kiss on her jaw.

"Every day, you find ways to make me fall in love all over again."

~x~

You carried on swaying for a while longer in the silence.

"With a voice like that, have you considered being an idol?"

"I wouldn't say I'm cut out for it, honey."

"Why not? You can sing, you take care of your physique and you have stamina. Especially when it comes to...physical movements."

She whispered that last part, smirking.

"I better stick with what I know."

"Just so you know, if you change your mind, you'd definitely be my bias."

Jeongyeon emphasised her words with a kiss, and It didn't take much for the mood to change, as you two got lost within the moment.

"If I remember correctly, I owe you a thank you from this morning."

"I believe you're right."

In a flash, you lifted her over your shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom. Her surprise turned into exhilaration.

~×~

"Make a wish y/n." You closed your eyes.

'I wish we always stay like this. That our love will become strong and unshakeable, despite whatever may happen. But most of all, I wish that the woman before me remains happy and true to herself.'

You smiled before blowing the candles out.

"What did you wish for?"

One day, my love, I'll tell you. But until then-

"To eat cake."

I'll keep this memory engraved in my heart.

#twice #twice fic #twice jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #jeongyeon imagines #twice x reader #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic

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barkspawn · 2 years ago

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ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!!!! Seb thinks that he "hates" the farmer after they just moved in and acts mean to them for no reason and farmer also acts bitter but after the farmer gets intimate with another bachelor he gets jealous and furious... I loveeeeeeeee enemies to lovers😭😭😭

Who am I posting these daily? This is the last one I have for now though! If you want more, ask for it at barkspawn.tumblr.com or a comment? I guess a message too? You know how to find me.

This one is pretty on par with the Harvey one for me. Seb is my main choice (See: Sound of Silence) in all playthroughs whether I try or not, and this gave me a whole new idea of their dynamic. Thanks, anon!

Might I note that Amelia does feel guilty about shamelessly flirting with Sam? There's a whole conversation they have and he's not mad, he knew Seb had feelings and assumed she did too by how she played into his antics. Sam wasn't going to turn her down for the occasional make-out sesh. Everyone ate pizza and all is well.

Amelia spent her first few months in Pelican Town getting to know anyone she can. She had so few friends in Zuzu that the sense of community made her feel appreciated and wanted.

She had trouble, however, with one person. She spent a lot of time with Sam, seeing as he was her first and best friend in town. That meant she spent a lot of time with Abigail and Sebastian as well. Abigail was great. If either of the guys were getting under their skin, they'd go to the farmhouse and have a "girls' night" or so to speak.

Sebastian, on the other hand, had been consistently hostile toward her. She tried everything from giving him gifts to paying him visits, but nothing seemed to ease up his apparent dislike for her. She didn't like or understand it, but it's not like she could do anything about it.

Amelia started to hang out with Sam alone recently though, which Abigail often picked on her for. Sam and Amelia had always been a little flirty but never anything more. Then they had a drunken kiss one night and, while awkward at first, sort of became a fling. Never anything public because Yoba knows every person in town liked to talk. Jodi had seen Amelia come out of Sam's room after having the door closed and immediately asked not-so-subtle questions about if they were dating.

No one hated this more than Sebastian though, grimacing every time Sam mentioned her. Often, he changed the subject. He couldn't stand her and how much everyone liked her.

"Amelia went out of her way to catch me a halibut!"

"Amelia is so sweet! She made me my favorite food for my birthday and it's so hard to make!"

"Amelia brings me coffee every morning. She really is the best."

"Amelia this, Amelia that-" blah blah.

There is no way in hell someone is as happy and genuinely likable as her. It doesn't work that way. After all, Sebastian disliked her; even more so how Sam absolutely fawns over her. Thankfully for Sebastian, they never show any hint of attraction in public, but the idea that Sam can actually even think about kissing her is beyond him.

Friday morning around 10:30 am, Amelia made her way through the heavy oak front door into Robin's shop, her grin wide in greeting.

"Amelia! What a pleasant surprise! How can I help you today?"

"Hey! I actually was hoping for a house upgrade, if you're still able. I finally saved up enough and have all of the supplies you need just by the house."

"Oh, fantastic! Of course I can," Robin's grin never faltered as she pulled out a ledger and started writing out plans and costs.

"I can come over tomorrow to go over the plans and get started."

"Thanks, Robin," Amelia started, handing over a small pouch of gold to the woman just as she heard a creak from the basement door. She didn't even have to turn to know it was Sebastian, ever the late sleeper. Judging by Robin's expression, he must have been overjoyed to see her.

"Don't you ever just stay home and, you know, not near me?" She shook her head with a quiet laugh, tilting her head his way and noticing he was in fact wearing pajamas still. Well, pajama pants with little frogs on them. Unfortunately, he was also not in a shirt at the moment. He was an attractive man, but insufferable. The corner of her mouth turned up in a smile as she moved to the door.

"You should probably put a shirt on, no one in the room had their sunglasses on," she turned and gave a small wave to Robin, who was genuinely confused (and a little amused) before pushing out of the door. She paused before turning back for a final comment, elated that he was sneering, "oh, and nice pajamas. Adorable. See you tonight." She closed the door, but not before hearing the mumbled "Unfortunately" that came in response.

She turned toward the mountain pass, a pleased little smile playing at her lips. She could be an asshole too.

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Despite it being the same every Friday, the saloon always felt like it was insanely busy as Amelia walked in. She stepped up to the bar, earning a smile from a busy Emily. Amelia held up a hand to show she was in no rush.

After a moment, she felt warmth behind her, being enveloped in a tight hug, one hand holding her drink of choice. She laughed, turning and throwing her arms around Sam in a hug.

"You came! Dude, I was worried for a bit that you flaked."

"I wouldn't dare," she hummed as she took the drink presented, making a mental note to buy a pizza to pay him back. She turned and headed towards the gaming area and beamed over at Abigail, who was waving before turning back to her game. Her eyes fell on Sebastian then, her smile not faltering in the slightest as she approached the opposite edge of the pool table, "hey, Sebastian!"

The man rolled his eyes almost too dramatically before taking down the rest of his drink in a swig. She felt Sam come up behind her again, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his cheek on her head, "'m glad you came. Thought I wasn't going to see you for the whole weekend."

Oh boy. He's already tipsy.

Sam was an affectionate drunk. She was going to tell him to drink water and calm down, but as he kissed the top of her head, the look on Sebastian's face was priceless. He looked like he just saw something absolutely vile.

Oh, this can be fun...

"Are you two gonna be disgusting or can we get back to our game?" Sebastian snapped, something in his voice that she couldn't quite place. Sam pulled back, arms up in surrender.

"My bad, my bad," he started, retrieving his stick from against the wall, "we can continue. My good luck is here now anyway," he shot Amelia a wink, though Sebastian barked out an annoyed laugh.

He is pissed tonight... I almost feel bad. Almost.

Sebastian, of course, was winning, only needing to pocket the 8 ball. Sam was moping, leaning on the pool table like he was making a major decision. Abigail had been engulfed in the game and Sebastian had gone to grab him and Sam another drink. She was 2 drinks in and delightfully buzzed, having loads of fun toying with Sebastian and grossing him out. Serves him right.

She walked to Sam and pulled his arm around her, noticing Sebastian heading back their way. She stood on her toes and pressed a small kiss to the soft spot beneath his ear before whispering, "you look pretty hot tonight."

Sam's hold on her hip tightened as he drew her a little closer, his lips turning to a wide smirk. It didn't matter what she'd said, she'd learned quickly that he was quite a fan of not-so-subtle flirting, especially whispers. The pink that tinged his cheeks was an added bonus. She felt a little bad for using him to piss off Sebastian, but it's not like he objected.

Before Sam could even respond, Sebastian was storming past, pushing the stick into Sam's chest as he spat, "you sure know how to pick them, huh?" He turned to look at her then, venom thick in his words, "bitchy and fake."

His words, for the first time, actually struck a nerve. He had kept moving, pushing out the door. The force he used drew the attention of a couple of people who turned to look at her and Sam, who was also standing there, shocked.

Abigail walked over and looked between the two of them in confusion, "dude, what the fuck happened?"

Sam's brows knit together as he really started to process what Sebastian had said. He started to step away toward the door, "I don't know what his problem is but I'll go talk to him," he started, the irritated tone out of place in his voice. Amelia grabbed his hand stopping him.

"Sam, let me. Clearly, he's mad at me for something. I'll be back in a few," she offered Sam a small smile, hoping it was reassuring. Sam hesitated but turned back.

"Fine. But if you're not back in 10 minutes, I'm bringing out the cavalry."

Amelia turned toward the door as she heard Abigail almost immediately jump Sam for answers. She blinked away angry tears as she pushed through the door, following the scent of Sebastian's cigarette. She turned the corner to find him leaning against the side of the saloon, mid-exhale of his smoke.

"What the fuck is your problem, Sebastian?" She barked, her tone more hostile than she thought. He looked over at her, a little shocked at how mad she'd gotten. She swore she saw a hint of a smirk, "what does me flirting with Sam have to do with you? How does that make me bitchy?"

He kept his tone low, voice not raised, "you'll wake up the whole town. Stop yelling."

"Answer the question," she hissed, her hands balled up at her sides.

He was enjoying this. She spent the whole night trying to piss him off. He knew it was intentional by the way she made sure that he'd seen it. Now she was fuming and he hadn't seen that before. He took a long drag of his cigarette as she continued.

"Why do you care what I do?" He looked her way, eyebrow arched, though it fell as he realized she had tears welling in her eyes. He felt a tug in his chest that he couldn't quite place.

"Ames, I couldn't give two shits about who or what you like to kiss," he exhaled the smoke, head arched up toward the sky, "personally, I think it's gross."

"My name is Amelia. And clearly, you do give a shit if you're storming out of the saloon and calling me names," she turned, facing him now entirely as he finished his cigarette, "what is it then? Are you mad that someone is stealing Sam's attention? Mad that the one person who can deal with your shit attitude might have someone else to spend time with?"

Sebastian turned, facing her how, almost as if they were squaring off. There was a good 3 or 4 feet between them.

"For one, Sam is a big boy and can hang out with whoever he wants," he snapped, "and second, I only have a shit attitude because you're damn near insufferable."

His words stung, but they still didn't make sense. Despite trying to keep their voices down, they were shouting once more.

"Then why do you actually care about me flirting with Sam? If you think he's a 'big boy' and can do what he wants, why d–"

"Because he's not good for you!" He shouted, the silence following tense. For the second time, Amelia was left confused. Sebastian looked angry for just a moment before his expression faded into quiet indignation, but despite his efforts, he couldn't stop the startled look in his eyes, almost like he'd been slapped.

"And you know what's good for me?" She asked, still stern, but no longer yelling. Sebastian had looked away by then, leaning back against the wall.

To be honest, Sebastian had no idea why he cared so much. He lit another cigarette, taking a long drag. Question after question running through his mind, though the obvious was there, louder than every other thought. He stared off, unsure how to answer.

After a long moment, she continued, frustration laced through her tone, "you know, the fact that you're getting so worked up because Sam and I are flirting is really fucking ironic considering you and Abigail-"

"Abigail and I are not-" he tried to interject, but she kept going.

"-- are constantly flirting. And-"

"I don't care about Abigail, Amelia."

She had to raise her voice then, frustrated with him, with the tears she couldn't stop, and with how the whole evening played out, "then what the hell do you care about? Because you really seem to hate ev-"

"You, okay?" He snapped, his voice raising to her level as he pinched off the burning end of the cigarette, "you're absolutely fucking infuriating with how nice you are and how you just seem to know everything I want or like," he paced back and forth, saying more than she heard him ever say, "I hate that I like your dumb hair and stupid eyes. I hate that I like the way just the corner of your mouth turns up when you tell a joke that you're proud of. I hate that you won't just… go away," he ran his fingers back through his hair as Amelia watched, completely taken aback, "because when you're not around, you're still there. Everyone here likes you and talks about you, so of course I'm constantly thinking about you. It's like.. this funny, stupid, cute new farmer shows up and everyone is suddenly head over heels. It's-"

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, the fact that he just said all of that to her dawning on him. Putting out his cigarette suddenly felt like a poor choice. He closed his eyes and turned toward her, scanning her face for the resentment and ridicule he saw coming.

"So.. you think I'm cute, huh?" She said after what felt like an eternity. Teasing him was the only possible thing she could think to do that didn't involve the cacophony of thoughts and emotions taking over. Dramatically, he groaned, turning to start walking toward the mountain path.

"This never happened, Ames. No one will believe you!"

She jogged forward a few steps and grabbed his hand to stop him. He turned back, the emotions in his eyes impossible to read.

"Seb," He barely heard her; her voice was so soft. The nickname coming from her sent a chill down his spine despite hearing it from so many others. Fuck, he had it bad for her. Though he stopped, she didn't pull her hand back, and neither did she, "I… might not hate that you feel that way about me," she spoke, her voice quiet and almost embarrassed. The feeling that moved through her as he confessed those things was one she'd never felt with anyone, not Sam or her ex. She hadn't even known she felt this way.

"You.. you know what I'm trying to say, right?" She asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes. He gave a small nod, almost like he was being cautious about what to say next. She had stepped closer, their bodies mere inches apart.

It was a long moment before she whispered, "Seb, If you don't kiss me, I swear to Yoba I'll-" She hummed as he complied, his hands moving to her hips, almost unsure where to put them. He was relieved when she slipped her arms around his neck, the kiss naturally deepening. He tasted of smoke and beer, but his lips were soft and his touch gentle. After a few moments, the need to breathe overcame them, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they rest their foreheads together.

She pulled back slightly, seeing him smirk wickedly before he spoke, voice almost gravelly, "I still think you're insufferable, Ames."

She rolled her eyes dramatically before stealing one short, but teasing kiss, "maybe, but you think I'm cute and insufferable."

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