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i cannot overstate how funny cordelia is as a character. absolute failgirl of all time like. her JOB is catering kosher food. her full time profession. she neither knows how to pronounce any of it nor makes it even edible. actually so obsessed with her in both concept and execution. she shows up, loves her wife and her friends and thats literally enough. go girl
#yall talk about cringefailguys but are silent abt her huh#really would read an entire biography of her attempting every career and being painfully bad but so charming at it#women who lose my beloved#also i KNOW her food turns out good in the end or whatever for the barr mitzah#i want her to like. start a jewelry business and its all so fucking ugly but charlotte doesnt have the heart to tell her so she wears -#the ugly ass jewelry around#jason is the only one who tells her its trash#whizzer would too. in like a brutal/polite way though.#i didnt mean to go off this much im just kind of in love with her sorry#shes like if susan from desperate housewives slayed#falsettos#ris tag
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Btw literally every version of mephiles i draw/write (aus n personal takes n stuff) has some kinda ego issues in some way, thank you and goodnight
#i can and will elaborate if asked#no one should be surprised about this btw#we all know heâs got issues#i mean just look at her#trash rambles#mephiles the dark#sonic 06#it also has issues that have nothing to do with ego#but im not talking about those rn#we all know he has daddy issues in a frakensteinâs monster kind of way#this is basic knowledge smh#(itâs not basic knlowedge. i know that. these are things i basically made up. (by making up i mean hyperanalyzing the game over and over#and just generally thinking really hard about all the stuff they just kinda didnât really elaborate on at all in game (im sorry im like this#i just have so so many thinks about this silly game and this silly little âguyâ (oh boy! time to close all my parentheses!!!))))
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awhile back my roommate stopped using the shared trashcan and started just putting bags and bags of trash in their room to fill up and take out later and was doing this for months and at the same time i stopped methodically cleaning everything in the house constantly cause i was the only one. cleaning always. so i cleaned just not Daily like he wanted me to. and exactly as these two things collided just. cockroaches everywhere. great.
#everyday i take out one cockroach at the very least#i mostly see the baby ones and those i will just kill sorry lil guys#but i just caught one that was laying an egg RIGHT in my fucking cats water dish#im glad i caught it before it laid it but like god damn#i really hope the new apartment (22 days!!!!) is cleaner than this place. depending on the neighbors and how old the building is#hopefully they dont have a bugs issue over there. hopefully i dont BRING one#for reference i would take out the trash like daily or every other day at the very least#he would load their shit up for MONTHS until she had a haul of bags they could bring to the dumpsters all at once#it sucks cause like b4 i moved in she used to just not do the dishes and do them as he needed to#which i also started doing and.... did not help with the bugs issue#Texas has different bugs than Jersey does. its weird cause the bugs here are larger which is kind of helpful#instead of having an infestation of lil bigs you get like a bunch of bigger bugs you can easily see and deal with. which i prefer#much more manageable
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live action zoro đ
#as soon as i started watching opla i was like.. the guy playing zoro is a scorpio i know it. the vibes are there#and then i googled and he has my bday! mackenyu king !#watching all their interviews and he rly is so scorpio its taking me out#everyone always trashes water sign men but i will always be their biggest fan! the most valid men besides taurus men#so i guess scorpio supremacy? i am now my sign's biggest fan#best friendship ended w pisces scorpio is my number one now !#(just kidding i love u the most still @pisces)#luna.txt#had to let this out SORRY not astrology but opla zoro is making me feral#ive watched opla like four times now... pls#notastrology#i mean kind of astrology. maybe#im gonna try to finish the mercury post ive been half writing for a year today pray for me
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#theres something viciously... the word for it seems immature-- about the attitude of#'kindness&happiness is the result of inexperience or a total lack of bitterness at life for the conditions of existing' lmao.#maybe its bc the vast majority of the ppl ive met who openly hold these views are not only snide&selfabsorbed#they v clearly have not actually dealt w anything that isnt actually laughable in the grand scheme of things lmao.#like sorry mommy&daddy were mean to you growing up. sorry ppl picked on your or whatever so now you think its your godgiven right#to be shitty to everyone you feel didnt have it as hard as you did lmao. sorry you had to go to church for a couple years#&then when your parents let you leave the religion they didnt abandon it w you out of solidarity lmao.#sorry that someone cheated on you or whatever&now every person youre attracted to needs to put up w your abuse bc you cant#be a grown up&grow the fuck up lmao.#truly the only thing im REALLY sorry about is the fact that these ppl are so fucking loud for no fucking reason LMAO.#like if you hate everyone so much then pls by all means DONT MAKE ANYONE DEAL W YOUR LAME ASS.#trust no one is actually interested in hearing about how much more advanced you are as a person bc you tripped one time&ppl laughed#or whatever other extremely pathetic thing that you not only think gives you the right to be shitty to ppl you dont know#you ALSO think that it makes you fucking special when really if your entire identity is based off how much more enlightened you are#bc youre an asshole you dont actually have a personality or any form of depth.#youre one of those cardboard cut-outs that has preset vocal recordings that go off w motion detection#&hopefully someone puts you out w the trash to save everyone else the trouble lmao.#... ppl have not been appreciating how much effort i put into self control recently lmao.#&that isnt necessarily a bad thing or even a thing worth noting most times but like.#i have been in the mood for Blood lately&i will eventually stop choosing my own if continues to seem to be way more useful#to go for the throat lmao.
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Ngl I think the young adult genre actually is what got me to stop reading as a kid like as soon as I hit 6th grade I was like why is this all fucking garbage
#like seriously#now im gwtting back into it im just reading the weirdest shit and horror books are extremely good#like where was my best friends exorcism when i was 13 lol#idek what rhe fuck we had we had like those time bomb furry books like wings of fire and warriors#those were pretty damn good!#adult books are also dog shit im sorry i really dont give a shit about a divorced tennis player who wont quit fuck off#i like non fiction too like folk superstitions and psychology#but like really as a kid like all books wanted to evoke that kind of whimsy and drama and adventure you could just grab any old shit#and it would be pretty good#and then like the divergence ya novel bullshit was for you next and its all the same love triangle white girl protag dystopian bullshit#and also gay books are trash like i really am not interested in reading books where youre trying to make a story about the most boring shit#like yeah. gay boy. what else. like#written for straight girls tbh love simon was ass#gay books written by gay people are usually pretty fucking fire tho#theyre like i want a lesbian romance but ones a knight and part of a saint cult and fucking crazy
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â my wait is you
⥠closeted!abby anderson x fem!reader
synopsis: after deciding to stop seeing abby completely due to her inability to commit, she drops everything to make it up to you
a/n: from a req⌠im so sorry this sucks so bad & i did not proofread
warnings: closeted abby duh, owen gets his own tw, internalized homophobia i guess (?), mentions of crying, improper communication, secret relationships, kissing, sorta established relationship, whiney and needy abby, pussydrunk abs lol, dry humping (THE CROWD GOES WILD), face sitting, abby is a messy eater and a MUNCH, make up sex, mentions of strap usage, cursing, a little bit of angst in the beginning if you squint and turn your head away a little bit, fluff, cliffhanger idk if iâll make a pt2, and pet names
wc: 3.8k
The bustle from all the people in the dining hall made it impossible to think and in some ways that was comforting, yet everyone's presence was a bit too overwhelming at the moment.Â
You dropped a half finished sandwich into the trash, having no appetite after what you endured today. As you walk back towards your assigned room, the memories of Abbyâs betrayal come flooding back.Â
 It didnât take long for you to realize that she wanted to live a double life, one in which she was with Owen and another where she was with you.But you were not going to give her the pleasure of having both, not when itâs fucking with your head as badly as it is.
Today you had been assigned patrol with Abby, who you just so happened to be avoiding like the plague as of late. It was easier to avoid her, as you knew if she were to look at you with her kind eyes, you would give in to her every request.Â
Fate seemed to be against you, as you had the daunting task of facing her for almost an entire day. You brushed off every attempt she made to speak with you, your gun held tightly in your hands as the two of you left the base.Â
The gentle âheyâ that fell from her lips was only met with silence, your eyes focused on the path ahead. She knew you were pissedâ knew she fucked up badly enough to ruin everything the two of you had built together. But she just didnât know how to apologize to you for being unable to be openly out with you.Â
Tension between the two of you became so thick during your journey that you couldâve cut it with a knife, but you refused to budge.Â
Even when she tried to soothe you a bit by offering to stop by the old desolate book store the two of you had found, she was met with silence before you simply shook your head and looked away from her.Â
It was eating away at every inch of her being, her hands twitching at her sides as she yearns to get her hands on you. She misses being close enough to breathe in your sweet scent, misses the way your soft hands felt against her skinâ she missed everything.Â
To you, she was simply being a pain and rubbing it in your face that she had chosen to be with Owen rather than you. So during the entire trip, you remained silent and didnât allow Abby any comfort for once. She eventually went quiet, her jaw clenched tightly and her eyes narrowing at your form as the two of you got back to base.Â
And even now as you walked towards the door to your room, you felt anger bubbling within your tummy due to the fall out between the two of you. Just as your hand touched the cool metal of the knob, you felt two warm hands rest on your waist.Â
Your brows furrowed out of confusion, although you knew who was touching you just by the weight of their hands.Â
Spinning to face her, you push Abbyâs hands away and let a deep frown settle onto your lips. You offer her no words, simply taking her in as she stands before you.Â
She looks tired, frustration etched into her features as she gazes down at you.
âWhat the fuck was all that today?â she questions, her anger showing despite the quietness of her voice. Sheâs keeping it down as per usual, never wanting anyone to even notice the two of you interacting beyond work duties.
âYou havenât let me speak to you for weeks. I miss you, okay? I get that youâre upset with me but donât give me the silent treatment, just tell me I fucked up and letâs move onâ she pleads, her words so rushed from nerves that you barely comprehend what she has said.Â
Her words only make you want to scream at her, to make a huge scene just to show her how much she has hurt you. But you push it down, keeping your voice just as low as hers is.
âIâm not going to âmove onâ from you dating some asshole that you donât even like. Iâm tired of you using me to satisfy your own needs so find some other girl who is willing to be your dirty little secretâ you mutter bitterly, glancing down to notice the way her hands were flexing as she opened them only to clench them into fists once more.Â
âI donât want to see you anymore, Abby. And donât even think about knocking on my door when he canât give you what you want.â you seethe, turning your back on her and entering your room without giving her time to completely process your words before you slam the door in her face.Â
Abby is left wide eyed, her plush lips parted as she is left alone with your harsh words. She goes to knock on your door out of instinct but pauses, her brows furrowing as irritation and desperation make an ugly mix within her. She lowers her hand, now moving with a determined stride towards Owenâs room.Â
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With little to console you after the altercation, you had made the prompt decision to bury your face into your pillow and let your thoughts fade away as you fell into a dreamless sleep. It was comfortable, being so detached from everything around you even if it was only for a little while.Â
However, any solace you had found was ripped from your hands as a heavy knock sounds on the door. A low groan sounds throughout your small room as you blindly move your hand onto the side table to try and find the lamp.Â
Once the light switches on, another loud knock can be heard, the door shaking from the force. The second knock makes you rush towards the door, unsure of what to expect but believing it to be urgent.Â
That is until you swing open the door, the dimly lit hallway showing you a very broken down Abby. Her braid has become messy and loose, her eyes red rimmed and glassy. She looks like a kicked puppy, so lost and scared.Â
âI broke up with him, okay? Itâs done, I swearâ she blurts out breathlessly, not even giving you the chance to speak. The information takes a while to set in, the cogs in your mind slowly turning as you realize what she had said.Â
It was over. She was yours and only yours now.Â
Itâs hard to speak as you try to process everything, leaving Abby with an aching silence. Tears begin to roll down her rosy cheeks, a pitiful whine emitting from her.Â
âI know youâre probably still mad but please let me stay. You donât even have to talk to me if you donât want to, thatâs fine. I justâ I canât be alone right nowâ she whispers weakly, taking a step closer to you so that she is standing inside your room.Â
She sounds absolutely pathetic and you canât help but relish in this moment, her pain making up for all you had gone through these last few weeks. You let her come inside, simply shutting your door as a sign that she can stay for the night.Â
But youâre toying with her, knowing exactly where all these pent up emotions are coming from. You donât let her get too close, as you want to see just what she wants from you.Â
âThank you, thank youâ she breathes, relieved to at least be welcome in your room once more. Her shaky hand pushes back her hair to soothe herself, the ache in her body worsening as she realizes youâre wearing the smallest pair of pajama shorts she has ever seen.Â
Itâs enough to leave her feeling dizzy, her eyes flickering back up to meet your own. âYou look absolutely perfectâ she mumbles, no tears to be found as she feels countless weeks worth of energy beginning to boil over.Â
Her words make you feel all warm inside, as you know she is all yours now. You need her just as much as she needs you but you are unwilling to confess that just yet.Â
So you give her a soft hum of acknowledgment at her words, simply turning away and mindlessly rearranging your bed, purposely bending over so your shorts ride up just enough for her to see your panties.Â
Abby is falling apart in your hands, her eyes lingering on your ass far too long. She had spent these last few weeks picturing you just like this, her fingers buried in her cunt as she got off to the thought of you.Â
But now here you were in all your glory, and she wasnât about to let this opportunity pass. With a few quick steps, she is behind you, your back pressing against her chest as she pins you down against the bed with ease.Â
âWhat the fuckâ you huff, your brows furrowing as you try to squirm out of her grasp but to no avail. âIâm sorry, baby. Iâm so fucking sorry, canât you see that?â she whispers, her arms being wrapped around you so tight, scared that you would leave her at any moment.Â
Seconds after she speaks, her hips begin rocking against you, desperately humping your ass like a woman who had been deprived of something holy for so long. The warmth of her body combined with her little pleas makes you let out a soft moan, breathy and barely there but just enough to let Abby know that you are enjoying this.Â
âJesus, Abs. Mâ not going anywhere, calm downâ you mutter, your words broken up by how harshly she is rubbing up against you, her movements displaying just how needy she is. Her hold on you doesnât budge, simply focusing on your scent and how warm you feel against her.Â
She shakes her head feverishly, her breath warm against the back of your neck. âNeed to touch you, missed you so muchâ she breathes frantically, as if she were in some sort of frenzy that could only be soothed by touching you.Â
The way she rubs up against you has your core aching, desperate for relief that only Abby could give you. âMissed you too, fuckâ you huff, trying to be the one in power but failing miserably. Even in her desperate state, Abby finds a way to keep you dumb for her, your mind only filled with thoughts of her giving you the relief you have been craving for so long.Â
Your confession blows up Abbyâs ego a massive amount, her nerves dissipating since she knew the misery she felt without you was shared between the two of you.Â
âYeah, baby? You have a funny way of showing it. Youâve been such a little brat, avoiding me and not letting me touch you at allâ she grunts, the rocking of her hips faltering as her mind is flooded with a need to be closely connected with you.Â
âMâ sorryâ you huff, still a little frustrated by her previous actions which meant you were unable to be empathetic towards her. Abby pays you no mind as she stops grinding against you completely, helping you get back into an upright position by pulling you by your arms.Â
âCan you get on the bed for me, sweet girl?â she asks hopefully, unsure if you would even agree to what she wanted to do. Much to her surprise, you nod your head slightly and crawl onto your bed so you can make yourself comfortable.Â
Your chest heaves with anticipation, watching Abbyâs every move to try and figure out what she wanted to do. After taking off her boots and setting them off to the side, she gets on the bed, her large frame being rather intimidating as she spreads your legs open so that she can settle between them.Â
Sheâs laying on her tummy, nuzzling her cheek against your inner thigh affectionately as she keeps her gaze focused on you. âCan I taste you, angel? Been thinking about your cunt so much, need to see her againâ she mutters, sounding borderline delirious just from the idea of being able to lap at you like a woman starved.Â
âMmph, just a littleâ you say after a moment of thinking, wanting to remind her that being able to touch you like this was a privilege that only you could give her. A pleased grin appears on her lips as you give her permission, nodding her head eagerly.Â
âThank you, thank youâ she breathes out, pressing a few open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs that leave you aching for more. âGonna make you feel so good, need to make you comeâ she hums as she backs up, hooking her fingers under your little shorts along with your panties in one swift movement.Â
You feel so exposed to her, finding the feeling only adds to your arousal. Abby takes a moment to consider her options before she decides on exactly how she wants to do this.Â
She uses her thumb to rub soothing circles on your hips, her expression warm and comforting. âNeed you to sit on my face, doll. I wanna feel all of you, want to taste all of you. Is that okay?â she questions in a pleading manner, as if she would burst into tears if you were to deny her.Â
The request makes your heartbeat a little faster, knowing that Abby can barely contain herself whenever she is eating you out. But after weeks of going without her attention, youâre just as needy as she is.Â
âItâs okay with me, just wanna feel goodâ you whine, unable to mask your excitement now that she was soothing you completely. She takes notice of how eager you are and decides to make it her personal mission to make you come until sheâs decided youâve had enough.Â
âSweet thing, so eagerâ she coos, giving your hip a gentle pat as a sign for you to start switching positions. You are quick to follow her command, moving out of the way so she can lay down flat on her back. She waits for you to move, glancing at you only to find that youâve yanked off your t-shirt, the sight of you alone pulling a porn worthy moan from her.Â
âThatâs a good girlâ she praises, so pleased that you were completely bare while she remained clothed, as it only reinforced the control she felt she had over you. Shakily, you begin to move up the bed so that you can get into the proper placement.Â
With your hands holding onto the wall in front of you for stability, you manage to straddle Abbyâs head so that she can stare directly up at your heat. âSo fucking prettyâ she practically pants as she sees you in all your glory, her strong hands grasping your hips with a bruising grip.Â
Itâs not as if you minded, as whenever she decided to show off her strength you found yourself completely enamored. âYou sure this is okay, Abs? Donât wanna hurt youâŚâ you trail off slightly, not wanting her to be unable to breathe or anything like that.Â
âBaby, if I die with you sitting on my face, I will die doing what I loveâ she quips in a playful manner, wanting to help you relax. Her words make you smile in the slightest bit, the tension that coursed through your body now melting away.Â
âShut upâ you mutter playfully, her teasing remark making your tummy flutter. âAs you wishâ she states quickly, not giving any explanation before she pulls your hips down onto her face.Â
Itâs a bit of a shock to feel her gentle licks against your pussy, a low gasp being pulled from you as warmth spreads throughout your lower half. Sheâs being messy on purpose, now licking long stripes up and down your cunt, pausing for a moment to messily kisses your clit before moving her tongue lower.Â
The sensation is enough to make you tremble, your hands weakly grasping at the wall as you try to stay upright. âJusâ like thatâ you moan out, your folds so slick that Abby canât stop herself from moaning due to the complete mess youâre making on her.Â
Your statement entices her to work harder, now tonguing as your slit to test the waters. The position is almost too perfect, her nose bumping against your clit while she obscenely slurps up all your arousal.Â
With the pleasure being doubled, you find yourself unable to keep your eyes open any longer, now squeezing them shut as you let ecstasy course through your being. Broken up moans leave your lips as you practically hump her face, needing her nose to rub up against your clit just a little more.Â
There are no complaints from Abby, as it let her know that you were feeling good. She dips her tongue into your entrance, fucking her tongue so deep into you that you swear itâs almost better than when she fucks you open on her thick fingers.Â
âJesus Christ, sâ too muchâ you say after a string of pitiful mewls, your hips stuttering against her as the pleasure begins to reach its peak. She couldnât care less, as she needed her fix of you or she might actually lose her mind.Â
Your scent consumes her whole being, you taste heavy on her tongue. Itâs enough to make her ravenous, now using her firm grip on your hips to guide your movements so that you donât have to do it by yourself. Her tongue continues to stretch you open, fucking you at a rhythmic pace that keeps pace with the way she is rocking your hips against her.Â
In a complete daze, you grope your tits, trying to pretend itâs her hands instead just to maximize the goodness of the feeling. And it truly works, as all the pleasure combines to make something completely blinding and overpowering.Â
Itâs everything youâve been craving since you began avoiding her and now itâs all yours.Â
âAbs, gonna come, you gotta slow downâ you whine, your lungs burning from the amount of effort it takes to breathe in properly. Your pleas donât discourage her at all, as all she chooses to focus on is that you are about to get off just from her tongue.Â
So she keeps her firm pace, burying her face into your cunt as if it were a sanctuary that only belonged to her. Itâs all too much, the way you can feel her spit coating your folds and you can only imagine how soaked the lower half of her face must be.Â
You can only whine as she refuses to yield and so you find yourself rubbing teasing circles against your hardened buds, trying to match her timing. And within a moment or two, you let out an incomprehensible string of words, moaning so loud that you knew others on the base will be talking about the two of you tomorrow.
You couldnât care less, too focused on the way the band that had tightened in your tummy had finally snapped and left you feeling euphoric. Your cunt clenches around Abbyâs tongue as you come, a low whine leaving her as she feels your gummy walls tighten up even further.Â
You ride it out, practically bouncing against her since it was hard to move properly even with her help. But it all becomes overwhelming so quickly that you raise your hips the best you can, Abbyâs hold on you fading away since she knew you needed time to recover.Â
After carefully changing your position, you lay down beside her, your breathing still being labored and you canât help but smile at how much Abby is panting alongside you. The stickiness between your thighs doesnât bother you much, much more focused on the girl who was lying beside you.Â
You turn onto your side, facing her enough so that you can give her a sweet kiss. You can still taste yourself on hee tongue, shivers coursing through your form as she eagerly kisses you back. Itâs lazy and messy, both of you being so tired out. So you let her tongue glide against yours, moaning against her lips before she gently bites your lower lip.Â
She pulls away after she gets a small whine from you, a grin spreading onto her features. She is completely different from how she came into your room earlier, her eyes dazed and her whole being practically radiating warmth. You were glad to see the change, as after all that the two of you had been through, you both deserved some relief.Â
âYouâre a messâ you state playfully, noticing that her nose and mouth were completely coated with your slick. âGoodâ she quips, swiping her thumb against her chin to gather up some of your leftover juices and pushing the digit into her mouth to suck it clean.Â
The sight leaves you feeling flustered yet strangely proud that she finds the taste of you to be so pleasing. You press your naked body against her, needing some comfort after everything that went down today.Â
She is quick to wrap you up in her arms, not even caring if you make a mess on her clothes. âYou did so good, baby. Youâre all mineâ she hums soothingly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you hide your face against her chest.Â
You donât reply, simply wanting to let her words sink in and make you feel safe once more. Abby would never force you to speak, especially when she can tell youâre so sensitive and tired. Itâs as if the two of you are having your first time together once more, but this time had much more being for both of you.Â
A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as she mindlessly traces shapes along your back to keep you at ease. But she just canât help herself, not when she has been aching to make you come multiple times.Â
âYou still got my strap, angel? I think you can take a little more, hm?â she questions, her voice low and soft. The suggestion has your eyes going wide, always amazed by her stamina. You were more than eager to comply, raising your head so you can nod quickly.Â
âGonna fuck you nice and stupid so you can sleep wellâ she states calmly, as if it were the most natural statement ever. With the way it rolls off her tongue with ease, you can almost convince yourself that it is normal.Â
A lazy grin crosses your features as you take in the idea of her burying her thick strap into your cunt. âSâ still in the closetâ if you wannaâŚâ you whisper timidly, suddenly feeling shy under her persistent gaze.Â
âOf course I want to, sweet girl. Tonight is all about you, I swearâ she states smoothly, giving you a quick kiss as she begins to get up to search for exactly what she needs.Â
Although youâre in for a long night, you couldnât be more excited to be sharing it with her.Â
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson angst#abby anderson#abby anderson tlou2
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Until Death My love
Warning: violence, gore, mentions of guns and cigarettes
Yandere Husband x Wife Reader
Story Part 2 : Until Death My Love
Story Part 3 : Until Death My Love
Story Part 4 : Until Death My Love
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'The weather is cloudy'
'The sound of water droplets dropping into the ground'
'Crash' 'Crash'
A luxurious house with 19's style complementary ornaments gives the house an expensive and elegant feel.
A female servant whose clothes were stained with blood,could only cry uncontrollably as she knelt down.
'Bhug'
'Bhug'
"Arggg I'm sorry sir, im so-"
'Bhug'
The woman could only cry and lament her very sad fate.
She didn't know that her pity and kindness ended up making her a punching bag for his master.
" Does your apologize, can return my wife?!"
The smell of nicotine and blood mixed in the air as smoke rose from the hands of a tall man wearing a neat suit and his perfect face was splashed with blood.
"Im sorry sir i never go-"
'Bang'
'Bang'
'Bang'
"You bitch, the only one thing you can do is just to apologize apologize and apologize?!"
The man's baritone voice was full of unmatched emotion and anger, as he mercilessly fired 3 shots at once, aiming at the female servant who was lying stiff in a pool of blood on the obsidian colored marble floor.
"What are you waiting for?! Get this trash out of my sight!"
Those lightning leather shoes that looked very expensive only became more visible when the light reflected on them.
The man, Alexandrovic Reigent, a wealthy businessman, with a million secrets as the ruler of the underworld, has just lost his wife. His fragile and weak little wife, has left him.!
"My dear wife, run as far as possible, hide smartly "
"But once I catch you, don't expect my mercy, my sweet wife."
Standing in front of a French-style window, the rain is a silent witness to the man's sadness and anger, with thunder booming as a symbol of his anger which seems to be supported by nature.
"My wife, oh my wife, let's play as you wish~".
Psychotic laughter could be heard in the room which had a large French window combined with the sound of booming thunder, only adding to the sinister and sympathetic impression that servants gave their mistresses so that they would never be caught by their masters.
"Run as far as possible, my wife, until death do you part, I will never let you go."
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* source image: https://id.pinterest.com/pin/19703317113126989#imgViewer
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plot twist â k. sunwoo
pairing: kim sunwoo x gn! reader
genre: coworkers au, enemies to lovers au. fluff, a poor attempt at comedy. movie theatre! worker sunwoo and reader. bitch boy sunwoo. the reader has anger issues. owner's son! sunwoo being annoying about everything. winter themes, sunwoo is a little kid about stuff but mostly the snow.
wc: 21k
warnings: swearing, a heated make out session. y/n's inner monologue is just my own feelings about this man im sorry. i watched too much of the office when writing this can you tell. also i made sunwoo's sister underage for plot reasons deal with it.
working with kim sunwoo has so far been the worst experience of your whole entire life. just his existence alone is enough to make your day completely miserableâ though, one would think that working with movies on the daily would prepare you for the biggest plot twist of your life.
a/n: this took me SO LONG to write woah. i have a humble playlist for this fic if any of yall wanna listen to it while you read <3 a huge thank you goes to my best friend @csenke for being my biggest motivator and hype man when it came to this fic. thank u for being my first ever beta reader hihi i couldn't have done this without you i am forever grateful ily. also im tagging @heemingyu because whe told me to
ho ho ho! this fic is a part of the secret santa event by @deoboyznet ! @kimsohn maya, i was your secret santa this year, i hope you enjoy the fic i prepared for you
TONIGHT'S PREMIERE â UGLY TRUTH (2009)
If anyone ever asked you about your job in the movie theater, you wouldnât really know what to say.Â
You see, what may had seemed like your dream job when you were little, acquiring the fairytale vision after going to the cinema for the first time to see the Horton movie when you were just 7, quickly turned into reality one ordinary day during your junior year of university. And it wasnât even that hard; you just dropped off your CV at the movie theater on the corner of the town's square when you saw the sign that said âlooking for part-timersâ in a messy, giant handwriting on the glass doorâ and soon enough, you found yourself in the depths of the vintage-looking cinema, wearing the red uniform the owner gave you, selling movie tickets to teenagers and taking out the trash. Itâs hard to enjoy the job when youâre on bathroom cleaning duty, though, and the fact that this is what you once imagined to be the most exciting job in the whole entire world turns twice as boring when you realize just how mundane it really is.Â
Still, you canât bring yourself to quit, well, because you need the money.
Do you hate working in the cinema? No. Not really. Sure, itâs kind of boringâ especially on the nights when youâre selling tickets at the front and nobody comes in for hoursâ but itâs not that difficult. Itâs not physically or mentally demanding, so youâd say that youâre still on the better end when it comes to work environment. Your boss isnât a dick and you get paid on timeâ so really, if anyone asked you if you hated it, your answer would be no.Â
Until one fateful day, of course.Â
Youâre met with a person thatâs going to efficiently change this opinion around in one swift bat of their eyelashes and a drag of their hand through their messy hair.
âSo⌠youâre the new part-timer?â a tall boy asks you one day when you arrive at work. Youâre already wearing your uniform when you come through the front doorâ since you donât really feel like changing in the toilets that are not staff-exclusive hereâ and frankly, his voice startles you on your way in.
âYeah,â you nod, furrowing your brows at the stranger. âAnd you areâŚ?â
âSunwoo,â the boy says, matter-of-factly, as if youâre supposed to know who exactly he is now that heâs introduced himself to you. The look on your face may show that youâre still clueless, and see, thatâs something that must have played with the boyâs ego. âKim Sunwoo,â he snickers, âthe ownerâs son..?â
Blinking a few times, trying to remember if Mr Kimâs ever told you about having a sonâ he hasnâtâ you gasp like a fish on the dry, nodding. âOh⌠Hello..?â you mumble, not really knowing what to do with the information.
âHi,â he says, face stone cold and motionless. Somethingâs wrong, but you canât quite put your finger on itâŚ.Â
Well, youâll have to deal with that later. âMy shift starts in 5 minutes, so I gotta find Mr- your dad, and ask him whatâs on my to-do list today, but it was nice meeting you,â you try to force out a polite (maybe even warm) smile before you turn on your heel and march towards the staff room, where Mr Kim usually resigns unless he is helping you out with something at the front. See, on not busy days, working at the cinema requires only one person. On Fridays, though, it can get tough. Thatâs when the owner makes the popcorn while you both sell and scan the tickets at the same timeâ sometimes you wonder why he doesnât hire another person to help out with the job.
âWaitâ newbieââ
The nickname startles you, again, as you turn around and squint at him. You have a nameâ and although he has no way of knowing it (other than his father telling him, but seeming that you didnât even know about his son, Mr Kim isnât big on sharing information)â but still, youâd love to be called by it. âItâs Y/N, actually.â
âOh, rightâŚâ he hums, âwell, Y/N, dadâs not here tonight, so⌠Iâm⌠kind of in charge,â he says, nodding as he gets the words out, trying to prove his point, âhe had other things to take care of, so he sent me down instead,â he explains, watching as your face morphs into one of quick understatement.
âOh.â
âYeah,â he nods, sucking on his teeth.
Thick silence overtakes the atmosphere. You feel awkward and out of place.
âSoâŚ?â you hum, waiting for him to tell you what to do.Â
Because a guy your age ordering you around at work is already embarrassing enough for a university student just trying to pay for their groceries. Youâre not gonna ask for the orders yourself. You still have some dignity.
âSo⌠I could take the ticket booth and you can clean the screening room, since there are no movies on tonight?â he suggests, rocking on his heels. The boy seems a bit shaken with the new sense of responsibility, but you figure that even his undoubtful awkwardness still doesn't put you above his position.
You mentally sigh. Cleaning is your least favorite part of the job.Â
Still, youâre not gonna talk back to your bossâ son. Youâd like to keep your job for a while longer. At least until you find something better.
âAlright,â you nod, turning on your heels once more and preparing to disappear into the depths of the cinema.
His voice stops you again, though, frustration flowing through your veins. âDonât forget to mop the floors! Oh, and the bathroom could use a clean as well.â
âAlright,â you nod again, your back facing him.
âAlso, you need to get the gum off the chairs, I know itâs kind of disgusting, but thereâs a-â
âI know how to do my job, thank you,â you turn, smiling ironically over your shoulder.
You donât know what it is about the man that makes you so, so incredibly irritated. Maybe itâs the fact that every bit of information coming out of his mouth sounds like heâs mansplaining everything to you. Maybe itâs the fact that you feel humiliated to be told what to do by a man thatâs your age. Or maybe, itâs just the sheer fact that you hate cleaningâ the one thing he just told you to do.
Still, you go and get the vacuum. You go and mop the floors, you go and take the gum off the chairs and scrape it into a bucket you keep in the pantry in the back. You go and clean the bathroom, even though itâs 10 minutes until the end of your shift (you only work 4 hours on Wednesdays) and you spent almost your whole day cleaning the whole screening room by yourself (the screening room thatâs giant and Mr Kim helps you with on most days). You go and wipe the mirror in the bathroom, as well as the windows in the hall.Â
You say that your work in the cinema is not physically demanding, but by the time youâre out, your back hurts and your knees are all bruised up from getting on the ground so often.
What really sets you off, though, is the sight of the ownerâs son sitting in the booth, both legs up on the table and chewing on something, his phone in his hands as he watches, what you presume from the language resonating from the speaker, a silly anime. At least someone had fun during their shift, you think as you leave without saying goodbye to him, slamming the door behind you with a loud bang on your way out.
Quite frankly, you didnât know what set you off so bad this time. Maybe you just had a bad day. Maybe it could've been fixed with your next shared shift with the guyâ you never know.
Little did you know that it was only going to get worse from now on, though.
TONIGHT'S PREMIERE â PALM SPRINGS (2020)
If you knew your bossâs son would play the role of your supervisor from time to time, you probably wouldn't have taken the job when it was offered to you.Â
Why?
The reason is quite simpleâ while you go to work to make money, Kim Sunwoo goes to work to make your whole life a living hell. Ranging from always giving you the more difficult task of the day to making unfunny jokes about your performance (he once asked if you ran a marathon after you mopped the whole hall, his grinning figure staring at you from inside of the ticket booth), youâre starting to think that Kim Sunwoo is mentally stuck with the brain of an 11-year old boy.Â
More so with his recent endeavors. You donât really know what heâs trying to achieve with all of this, but youâre starting to despise going to work even when you know heâs not on the scheduleâ somehow, youâre afraid his silly pranks and jokes will follow you and surprise you even when heâs not present. Is this his way of asserting dominance? You really donât know.
It all starts one day before a movie premiere when Sunwoo walks up to you and introduces you to a new concession item to sell in the snack booth. While you donât really know why one would even think of new combinations to sell at a cinema, since everyoneâs just gonna get popcorn or nachos, you donât really question the idea much furtherâ Sunwooâs father owns this place, so he must know the best marketing strategies for his business. The reality only downs on you when youâre forced to promote the âUltimate movie mixâ to every customerâ which wouldnât even be that strange, if the mix didnât include the weird combination of pickles and candy.Â
Running on two all nighters and half an energy drink, you didnât realize the snack stand doesnât even hold pickles. You were notified the day after by your boss, though, and that wasnât your best experience.
The terror follows when Sunwooâs father decides to run a Star Wars marathon one weekend. The flood of customers wouldnât be as hard to manage when you run the snack stand, but it does get more difficult when your coworker running around with a lightsaber knocks over all the buckets of freshly-made popcorn you just put on the counter for the customers to take.Â
He doesnât even say sorry. Or help clean the spilled popcorn up from the floor. Or help you make a new batch.Â
He just laughs.
Sunwoo just loves to laugh at you. Like that one time he made you wear a giant popcorn costume and stand in front of the cinema for the entirety of your 4 hour shift on Wednesday to promote the new movie airing on Friday. Hardly anyone took the fliers you were desperately trying to force into their hands and when you came back, you saw Sunwoo pointing his camera at you from the big glass window.Â
The next shift, his dad asked you how Sunwoo did when promoting the movie. You didnât have the heart to tell him he forced you to do the dirty business instead.
Another time, Sunwoo informs you via text in the middle of your shift that you should clean the bathrooms. The fact itself already makes you furious, but you follow the order nonethelessâ because, well, what else can you do? Youâre used to cleaning the toilets, since itâs a part of your job. Itâs just the fact that a guy your age told you to thatâs making you rethink all your career decisions.
The trip to the bathrooms quickly turns traumatizing when you step inside of the tiled room and have the door behind you close with a loud bang, followed by the light switching off. Screeching, you jump and try to escape the room with fear making your heart run faster than Usain Bolt, however, you find the door seemingly lockedâ the sound of Sunwooâs snarky laugh coming from the other side making you recognise what just happened and how heâs pulling another one of his childish pranks on you again.
When the door finally opens, you throw the toilet brush into his chest and scream out a âIâm going to fucking quit if I see your face one more time!â. Youâre over all formalities.
That doesnât mean youâre not scared every time you enter a room in the cinema when you work with Sunwoo, though. Your reaction was strengthened very abruptly, you see.
Sitting in the ticket booth, door ajar to monitor your surroundings, you plop your head on your hand and glare at Sunwoo, chewing on your gum. If anyone saw you right now, theyâd think you were trying to kill him with your stare, but the opposite would actually be the truth tonightâ you were quite enjoying the sight of him wiping the sweat off his forehead and scowling at the neverending flow of customers.
The beauty of having ticket booth duty on premiere night is that everyone bought the tickets beforehand already, meaning that it wasnât usually busy. Scanning the tickets and running the snack booth were the more difficult parts of the shift, and since Mr Kim decided to show up to work today, Sunwoo was graced with the snack booth dutyâ something that warmed you up from the inside and made you want to kiss your bossâs feet in gratefulness.Â
Thereâs just something about seeing Kim Sunwoo in misery that makes your stomach turn and do cartwheels. Youâre in love with his pathetic, tired face.
His eyes meet yours when he takes a moment to breatheâ the look behind them is pleading, almost embarrassingly hopeless as he internally wishes he was in your place. You think this serves him right for the weeks of torture, and when he becomes you to come over with a motion of his hand, you just shrug at him and bat your eyelashes in faked innocence.Â
Itâs not your fault heâs on duty tonight. What does he want with you?
His lips mouth âCome here,â which makes you battle a satisfied smile. Poor Kim Sunwoo is helpless in his task. The rush just wonât stop and heâs asked of more than he can handle. You kind of feel sadistic when you truly think about your sentiments, but you think youâre only valid for feeding on his misery.
âHelp!â he mouths again, and now you truly canât battle the laughter anymore. His hair is tousled and sticking to his forehead. His uniform is dirty. The tie around his neck is loose. The sight makes you utterly satisfied.
As he mouths âPlease,â accompanied by clasped hands and a pleading look that would work on most women, you finally decide to stand up from the uncomfortable chair in the ticket booth and shake your head in disbelief. You canât even count how many times Sunwoo left you alone in the rush before a premiere, but you canât really risk his father finding out you didnât come to rescue his beloved son, since however you might hate this job, you still canât lose it in your current living conditions.
Sighing and closing the door to the ticket booth after you, your legs take you to the snack stand. Eyes of enthusiastic customers looking almost high on coca cola and the smell of salted popcorn are on you when you finally reach Sunwooâs side.Â
âSo Iâm supposed to help you with your work whenever you ask, but when Iâm left cleaning the whole theater completely alone, you can sit around and play on your phone?â you jab, annoyed with the turn of events. You find a spare apron and tie it around your waist, not really wanting to dirty your uniform as you pour caramel into some buckets of popcorn, hearing your companion chuckle next to you.
âYeah, pretty much.â
âOkay, so Iâll be back in the ticket booth after serving this customer-â
âMy dadâs watching.â
âThis is blackmailing,â you snap back, smiling ironically at your coworker.
Sunwoo grins at you when he hands two cokes to the teenage girls behind the counter, shrugging to himself. âNot my problem.â
You learned long ago that fighting with Kim Sunwoo is a battle you can never win. Logically, you know youâre always right, but the boy always thinks he should have the last word in everything, which makes ending an argument with him pretty much impossible. Thatâs why you stopped trying to prove your truth. In your heart, you know how it is, and no amount of snarky remarks from the feisty boy will change your opinion.
You two work alongside each other in silence for some time. Youâd even say itâs efficientâ you make the popcorn and he makes the nachos, both of you taking turns behind the coca cola machine, and after a few minutes in his proximity when heâs not being the butt of the Earth, your brain starts to question why you two canât operate like this on a daily basis.
Oh, how foolish of you.
Youâre quickly brought back to reality when you walk over with the grande size bucket of popcorn towards the counter, meeting halfway with Kim Sunwooâs chest.
It takes everything in you not to scream, but the restraint is deleted as soon as you feel something cold dripping down the front of your uniform, your white button-up suddenly sticking towards your chest in a big, dark-brown pool around your waist area. One sharp look into his eyes is everything it takes you two to come to a mutual understanding of what your next action is gonna beâ Sunwoo quickly puts the now empty cup of coca cola onto the counter and puts a hand towards his head in self-disappointment.
âKim Sunwoo, are you fucking incompetent?!â you scream out, the sensation of your cold shirt sticking to your already sweaty skin making you want to crawl out of yourself and scratch your coworkerâs eyes out with the claws of the demon he wakes up in you.
âLook, you donât have to-â
âI just washed this yesterday, thereâs a line of people waiting for their snacks up to the fucking front door, you just ruined the popcorn I made so now I have to redo it, and you just decide to spill this onto me?!â you continue with your rampage, not really caring about the eyes of everyone on you, just letting out all your built-up frustration that creeps inside of you every time you see his face.
âAs if I did this on purposeâŚâ he grunts as he turns around in his place and reaches for napkins, not really putting much thought into his actions as he presses the material into the damp place sticking to your skin.Â
The image startles youâ Kim Sunwoo almost in physical contact with you, a paper napkin soaking up some of the coca cola flooding the surface of your skinâ and as you watch his slender palms run over your front, your eyes falling to the fluffy hair at the crown of his head, you feel heat rushing to your insides, making you jump away from him.
âSorry-â he mumbles out as you forcefully pry the napkin out of his hand, gritting your teeth.
âIâm starting to think youâre making me do everything just because youâre useless,â you spit at him.
Rolling his eyes, Sunwoo pokes his cheek with the tip of his tongue. âIt was an accident.â
âDonât care,â you grunt, walking away from the booth, âIâm going to change in the back, you better not burn the place down with the popcorn machine before Iâm back,â you comment, sending him a sharp glare over your shoulder.
All that accompanies you to the staff room is Sunwooâs loud sigh and a sugary-sweet tone he offers to one of the customers as he throws the ruined popcorn into the trash. âIâll be right with you, miss!âÂ
If anyone asked you if you hated your job now, you think youâd say yes.
Who are you kidding?
Youâd definitely say yes.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â THE HATING GAME (2021)
You were quite pleased on your way to work today. Itâs Wednesday, which usually means itâs not as busy. The weather is cloudyâ good enough to not make you gloomy, but not quite sunny enough to make you wish you were outside instead of being stuck in the cinema the whole afternoonâ and you packed a home-made sandwich with you to eat on your lunch break. Which is whenever, since youâre on ticket booth duty todayâ another great news.Â
The best thing about today, though? Kim Sunwoo isnât working today.Â
That alone is good enough to make your whole entire day better. The sun shines brighter, your breathing is lighter, the air is clearer and the birds chirp louder when you know you donât have to interact with the hellspawn that day. Itâs like his absence alone is enough to heal all your wounds and delete all your worriesâ who cares about the fact that youâre barely getting through your Biology class when you know you wonât have to stare at Sunwooâs face as you contemplate dropping out of university during your shift?Â
Maybe you should thank him, in a way.
And with all of this knowledge, a smile plastered on your face as youâre prepared to sit through your 5-hour shift in silence with an occasional swipe through your social media and a well deserved chicken-mayo sandwich towards the end of your shift, itâs quite natural for your smile to freeze and your spirit fall the moment you see the mop of dark brown hair walk through the doors of the cinema.Â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?â you mourn as he walks by, only realizing you said the sentence out loud when the boy looks at you with a scowled face, a scoff escaping his throat.
âDidnât know we were speaking to each other in third person now,â he says as he stops in his tracks and plops his head into the door to your booth, infesting your calm abode with his presence.
Deep breaths. In and out, Y/N. In and outâŚÂ
âHello to you too, Y/N,â he smiles, irony dripping off his tongue, âhaving a good day so far?â
âIt was better without you here, thank you,â you snap back, rolling your eyes at him when his eyes flash with something akin to a victoryâ it seems you both take joy in making the other one absolutely miserable with your presence.
âSweet,â he nods on his way out, grinning to himself. âWell, I wonât be long, so donât let your mood drop too much.â
With that, heâs out of the ticket booth. All thatâs left behind him is the smell of his cologneâ the tingle of lemon and bergamot filling your nostrils in a way that makes the fine hair at the back of your neck stand up all alertâ and silence. It makes you wonder about his whereaboutsâ you can never know⌠what if heâs setting up a trap for you somewhere? You wouldnât be half surprised. You make a mental note to yourself to be twice as cautious when going to the bathroom next time. Just to make sure.
Before youâre able to think of any possible situations that Sunwoo could get himself caught in (while completely ignoring the fact that his father is somewhere in his office in the backâ for all you know, he might just need to talk to your boss, like a son does sometimes), the woodworm of your thoughts appears in your view again, two rolled-up tubes under his shoulder as he walks over to the front door.
âWait! What are those?â you ask, eyes zeroing on the very clear posters in his grip. The shiny white back of the big posters you have to sometimes put up in the front of the cinema are unmistakable to anything else.
âPosters,â Sunwoo replies, calling over his shoulder, already halfway out of the building.Â
âI know what those areââ
âThen why are you asking?â he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief as he takes a few steps towards the ticket booth, eyes meeting yours. His figure fills the door frame as he towers over you, still sitting on the chair. His eyes have a different kind of twinkle in themâ you think, no, you know itâs mischiefâ making the blood in your veins boil at deadly temperatures.
âBecauseâ well,â you huff, already frustrated, âweâre not allowed to take these,â you say, pointing to the two posters under his shoulder like a kid in the candy store. You try to ignore just how embarrassing you must look right in this moment.
âOh,â he pouts, taking the posters from below his shoulder, unraveling one of them and resting the other one against the doorframe, âso youâre telling me⌠I canât take those two amazingly big, shiny, cool posters of the latest Spiderman movie home for me and my friend Juyeon?âÂ
Youâre only half-aware of the fact that heâs teasing you right now, sighing at his innocent face. âNo, Sunwoo. You canât.â
âHm,â he hums, looking at the poster from top to the bottom, seemingly sad about the news, âthatâs terrible. Says who?â
âYour⌠your father, Sunwoo. He told me when I asked him the other day if I could takeââ
âYou wanted to take posters home from the cinema?â he gasps, looking at you with big eyes. He looks stupid. So, terribly stupid. Dumb. No thought behind his eyes. You want to smash his head against a concrete wall.Â
âŚHeâs teasing you. It finally dawns on you.
Now, you want to smash your head against a concrete wall.
Still, you admit defeat with a solemn tone in your voice. âWell, I really wanted the Enola Holmes poster to put up in my bedroomâŚâ you mumble.
âAnd my dad said no?â he asks, eyebrows quirking up towards his hairline.
âYes, Sunwoo. Your father said itâs prohibited to take posters home from the cinema, thatâs exactly why Iâm stopping you right now,â you say, tone filled with annoyance. You know heâs enjoying your face full of misery. But still, if thereâs one thing youâre good at, itâs following the rules and ordersâ if Mr Kim says you canât take the posters home, youâll go in the back and tear them into pieces before throwing them into the bin like youâre told to.Â
If things were going your way, youâd advise Sunwoo to do the same.Â
A day with Kim Sunwoo in it never goes your way, though. You shouldâve been prepared.
âSo I canât take those posters home because my dad said no?â he clarifies, looking like a dummy. Like one of those kids that ask the most obvious questions during exams. Like one of those kids you want to sucker punch in the face.
âSunwooââ
âWell, Y/N-ie,â he purrs, the nickname making your hands curl up in fists, âthatâs too bad⌠because I am the ownerâs son, so⌠the rules donât really apply to me, you see.â
And with that, he sends another sickeningly sweet smile your way before he turns on his heel and marches towards the front door againâ not responding to any of your annoyed, infuriated calls of his name. He doesnât stop at your warnings. He doesnât care.
And just like that, he disappears just as fast as he appeared. The interaction didnât last more than 10 minutes, but you consider your whole day ruined.
Fucking Sunwoo and his fucking privileges. And his fucking annoying face.Â
Itâs not even that important. Itâs just two posters that would get thrown out to the dumpster in the back at the end of your shift anyway. You donât even care about those posters in particularâ you just with equal rules applied to all workers in the workplace.
Itâs not like Spiderman Homecoming is one of your favorite movies⌠not at all.
You couldâve had that poster. You deserved that poster. You sold tickets for it and served the snack booth when it premieredâ not Kim Sunwoo and whatever his friendâs name was.
You kick the wall with your sneaker. It leaves a dirty mark.
You shouldâve known the day felt too good to be true.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING (1993)
Thereâs a new thing Mr Kim is trying to lure more customers into the cinema. He calls it âRewind Thursdaysâ, where he picks a movie from the past and airs it in the theater again to bring out nostalgia in the whole town. You think itâs a good ideaâ you remember when the Harry Potter movies had a rerun back when you were little, ecstatic that you finally got to see them in the cinema because you missed out on the experience when they were coming out for the first time. You went even though you saw them all before, and you had a blast. So in your books, this was the best thing that could happen to the little, old movie theater on the corner of the townâs square.
You were overbeared with joy when Mr Kim went up to you during one of your slow Wednesday shifts in the ticket booth with a paper and a pen, requesting you to write down your favorite movies. He informed you that heâd prefer it if they were older, to, quote, really get the nostalgia going, and you were happy to have some say in the list of movies to play for multiple reasons. One, because it meant he valued your opinion, and two, you donât usually work on Thursdays, so if your favorite movie is on that day, you can go and relax in the cinema while watching it.
This all happened a few weeks ago. You gave the list back to your boss at the end of your shift, smiling brightly just thinking about it, and he told you heâll get through it and see what he can incorporate.Â
The plan gets to you on one uneventful Wednesday. You are stuck in the ticket booth again. Today is one of the Wednesdays where Sunwoo is in charge, because Mr Kim is out of town. You hate those days most of them all, but recently, heâs been giving you your freedom and letting you work in the ticket booth instead of cleaning the already clean cinema, saying he has stuff to do in the back. You suspect he just sits around in his fatherâs office with his legs on the table, chewing on his obnoxious strawberry mints. The image makes you furious only the tiniest bit, because the fact that heâs out of your sight and isnât ordering you around is enough to calm your nerves. It could always be worse, you remind yourself. It could always be worse.
âI have the schedule of âRerun Thursdaysâ all done,â Sunwoo says as he walks up to the ticket booth close to the end of your shift. His eyes look a little tired when he holds up a thick card to you, the design of the poster making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Did he do that?
âItâs âRewind Thursdaysâ, actually,â you note, pointing towards the very obvious mistake on the top of the poster.
âOh fuckâ you know what, not anymore,â he scowls, taking the poster back from you and pointing glares at the title he mistyped, âI spent 3 hours on this, Iâm not remaking it.â
âIt looks like a kindergartener did it,â you note, eyes scanning the bubbly font and the orange-yellow combination used throughout the whole design when he offers the paper back to you. It looks like a Winnie the Pooh convention is taking place instead of an event full of nostalgic movies, and you would tell him that, but he beats you to it with a tired remark.
âWell, if my father wanted this to look professional, he shouldâve hired someone to do it,â he mutters, obviously hurt by your harsh words, âI used Canva. I donât know how Photoshop works and my dad can barely operate the computer, so this is what weâre going with, okay?â he says as he explains, big eyes suddenly bearing into yours. âUnless you wanna redo it yourselfâŚ?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âThen this is the final poster,â he says, âIâm gonna hang those outside when we close,â he notes, watching you scan the movie titles. The event will take place in 4 weeks from the middle of November to the middle of December (right in time for Christmas movies to air, since youâre certain Mr Kim has another Christmas-themed business tactic up his sleeve).Â
âDid any of your movies make it?â Sunwoo asks, surprisingly friendly. You canât remember a single casual conversation with the maleâ all you two do it either give each other the silent treatment or scream at each other (more like you scream at him, but he always deserves itâŚ), so youâre kind of surprised at the change. Not pleasantly surprised. Just surprised.
Eyes falling to the second movie on the list, you feel yourself nodding as you smile. Itâs like a dream come trueâ you can finally see your favorite movie in the cinema for the first time. You donât know who to thank for this miracle, but something in your insides feels very grateful.Â
âYeah,â you say, trying to seem unaffected. Youâd rather kill yourself than to show any signs of emotion in front of Kim Sunwoo. All he deserves to see is your stone cold face.
âWhich one?â he asks, seemingly interested.
âNational treasure,â you hum, pointing to the movie on the list, having Sunwoo nod to himself. You expect him to say something to youâ perhaps engage in a conversation like a normal person wouldâ but suddenly, he gasps and takes out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket, offering it to you and playing the role of the manager again.
âOh, by the way,â he starts, watching as you unfold the paper, âI know we donât usually work on Thursdays, but since my dad decided to do all of this, we kinda have to, since he wouldnât be able to handle the premieres on his own, so⌠Here's your schedule for the next 4 weeks,â he says, clasping his hands together in front of him.
It takes everything in you to not correct the male and tell him that those are technically not premieres, but when your eyes land on the little Excel table Sunwoo printed out for you, the feeling is overpowered with one of deep disappointment.
âI work the second week?â you ask, as if the question might magically change the schedule.
âI mean, I think you can readâŚâ Sunwoo hums, shrugging to himself.
A heartbeat passes by of you staring at the schedule, a pit opening in your stomach at the realization. You only work 2 Thursdays out of 4, noticing the fact that you rotate with Sunwoo (with him somehow taking the first week, much to your surprise), but for some reason, one of those days had to be the day when National treasure is on.Â
And sure, you might think this is goodâ you can just watch the movie while you work!Â
Wrong.
Working means either staying in the ticket booth the whole time in case a customer comes, working the snack booth the whole time in case a customer comes, or cleaning the bathrooms. Working means also standing in front of the screening room sometimes, making sure no one is going in without a ticket in the middle of the movie.Â
There is no time for you to watch National treasure if youâre working.Â
Sighing, you decide to do something you always prohibited yourself from doingâ you ask Kim Sunwoo for a favor. âListen⌠my favorite movie is airing the week I work, so I was⌠wondering if we could exchange shifts? So I could go and watch it?â you ask, looking at your coworker with what you presume are pleading eyes. You hope it works on the boyâ he looks like the type to fold under a tender gaze.
âSo you want to get out of work only to still come?â Sunwoo clarifies, snickering.
âPretty much, yeah,â you nod, tapping your fingers on the table.
âWell, the schedule is set,â Sunwoo shrugs, âI canât do anything about it.â
Eyes sending darts to the very middle of Kim Sunwooâs forehead, you take a few calming breaths before you speak up again. You donât want to blow up on him when youâre asking him for a favorâ you donât think this approach would help you much in the situation.
âWhy?â
âBecause,â he shrugs.Â
âBecause?â you repeat. âThatâs the reason?â you say, a weak laugh dragging out of your throat.
âPretty much, yeah,â he mirrors your previous response, the blood in your veins already growing hot from the confrontation.
âSunwoo, youâ come on,â you say, âjust this once, please? Iâll take the first week. We can just switch, whatâs the difference?âÂ
Sunwoo tongues the inside of his cheek, eyes pointing towards the paper. âSchedule is schedule, Y/N. You have to follow it,â he says, an innocent look glazing his big fuckass boba eyes. Oh how you despise that look. Itâs the look that tells you he finds this all so, so amusing, but wonât laugh in your face in hopes of teasing you some more.Â
âOh, amazing,â you say, throwing the schedule to the table, âI knew I could always count on you ruining my day, Kim Sunwoo. And I bet you did the schedule as well! You knew it was my favorite movie, so you made me work that week. Very nice of you, you dumbass. Thank you very much,â you grunt, annoyance flowing through your brain and making you truly mercilessâ you have no proof of Sunwoo even knowing which movie of yours made it in, or proof of him making the scheduleâ you donât care, though. All you want at this moment is to claw his eyes out and pop them in between your fingers to ease the anger on your insides.
You canât do that, though, so a screaming match will have to do the job.
âStop being so dramatic,â he scoffs, eyebrows furrowing. âI didnât even know which one your favorite movie was, so how could I do this on purpose? Plus, I didnât even make the schedule, my dad didââ
âAs if I would believe that,â you roll your eyes, huffing. âYouâre all ownerâs son privileges this, ownerâs son privileges that, but when I ask you for one thing, one! Single! Fucking! Thing! You canât do it,â you bite, words dripping in spite.
âLook, I really canât-â
âYou canât do this one thing for me?â you cut him off, the question sounding like an ultimatum.
âNo,â he shakes his head, seemingly unaffected by the conversation.
âBecauseâŚ?â you demand a valid reason.
âBecause I just canât,â he shrugs, casual and cool.Â
The world stills for a moment. You calculate your next move. Blood rushes in your ears, you see red. Your eyes fall on the clockâ itâs 4 minutes after your shift. Thatâs it.
You take your coat draped over the chair, stand up from the chair and dash towards the front door. You canât stand being around this man any longerâ all he does is bring misery into your otherwise, already boring life.Â
Speedwalking out of the place, you yell out a harsh âGo fuck yourself!â over your shoulder, leaving Sunwoo to close the cinema by himself. You donât even change out of your uniform before you goâ your head is too clouded with anger to remember to do so. Cursing out your coworker isnât the best thing you could do in this situation, more so when heâs the ownerâs son, but suddenly, you donât really care about losing your job at the cinema anymore.
Maybe you should quit yourself, actually.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS (2003)
In your books, there arenât many things worse than working three days in a row. You can only think of so many even when you try hard enough: like going to school in your pajamas, getting sick on the day of an important event, ripping your pants on the metro, standing outside of the cinema in a popcorn costume for 4 hoursâŚÂ
Yeah. Not too many.
So naturally, on the third day of your work week, putting one sweetened coffee into your stomach after another, barely keeping your head up from the lack of sleep youâre getting in between classes, work, and writing your essays until 3 in the morning, you beg god for a calm shift. Itâs Wednesday, the first week of Mr Kimâs âRewind Thursdaysâ event, and it just so happened that you were set to work the first half of the week while Sunwoo got the other half.Â
The only thing keeping you going is the fact that you and Sunwoo will now basically not see each otherâs face for the next four weeksâ with the exception of Fridays and Saturdays, the premiere days. Youâre getting a lot of shifts this month, but hey⌠Christmas is coming. At least youâll have plenty of money to buy gifts for everyone this year. (Or not. Youâre very underpaid.)
Entertaining yourself by watching the world outside of your window and mentally betting on the race of raindrops falling down the glass surfaceâ because your phone battery almost ran out during class this morning and you forgot to bring your charger with youâ you hope you donât fall asleep right in this moment. Your boss is somewhere inside and if he oh just happens to check up on you (which he never normally does, but you can never be too sure), youâre certain youâd lose your job after taking a nap in the ticket booth. Some things just canât be accepted.Â
Cat fights with his son? Perfectly acceptable. Sleeping on the clock? Not so muchâŚ
Eyes drooping when the third raindrop race doesnât go the way you bet on in your head, you figure you can just rest for a second or two⌠Eyelids shielding your irises from the orange hues of the lights inside, your brain already turning off and preparing a happy dream for you, you think that taking a nap is not such a bad idea right nowâŚ
Wrong.
âGood morning, sleeping beauty,â the noise of a thunderâ actually, no, that was just someoneâs voiceâ wakes you up and makes you jump in your chair, your knee hitting the bottom of the table making you hiss in sharp pain.
âFuck, manââ
âDidnât know taking a nap was in the job description,â Sunwoo grins at you through the glass window of the booth. His eyes twinkle in amusement as you drag your hand through your hair, trying to smoothe it down after tousling it in your weird sleeping position.
âI wasnât sleeping,â you mutter, not even meeting his eye.Â
âOh?â
âYeah⌠just had⌠my eyes closedâŚâ you hum, scratching the back of your neck. Clearing your throat, you look back up at him with an disinterested look on your face. âAnyways, what do you want? Youâre off today.â
Scanning his figure, fully taking in his appearanceâ the fabric of his dark gray hoodie a little stained with raindrops (you bet he ran from his car into the building without an umbrella. He seems like the type to be embarrassed about umbrellas.), the fabric of the garment enveloping his head and shading his face a little from the ugly yellow lights. His face is a little flushedâ you presume itâs from the runningâ and his hair is falling into his face. You can barely see his eyes behind the curtain of chocolate locksâ he really needs a trim.
âDamn, didnât know you hated me so much that you canât stand seeing me on my off days,â he jokes, leaning on the counter as if to stick his face as close as he can into yours. Thank god for the glass shielding you twoâ you think youâd give him a fist to the nose if you ever felt his breathing on your skin.
âI do,â you agree, impatiently drumming your fingers on the top of the table, âso tell me what you want so you can disappear again,â you say.
âI just went to check up on whether you were sleeping or not so I can tell my dad to fire youââ
âKim Sunwooââ
He puts his arms up defensively, eyebrows raising at your threatening tone. âOkay, not really. I donât actually care that much. Besides, you promised to quit yourself anyway, so,â he explains, shrugging to himself, âbelieve it or not, Iâm here to buy tickets for a movie.â
You shoot him a stare, the look in your eyes dead, stone cold as you ponder on his words. Itâs cold outside, itâs raining, and Kim Sunwoo just happens to decide to buy tickets for a movie today. In a cinema that he works at. In a cinema that he works at tomorrow.
âYou work tomorrowâŚ?â you mirror your inner monologue, kind of confused at the turn of events.
âYou know my schedule? Iâm flatteredââ
The irritation is slowly creeping into your bones again. Actually, it has been since he arrived, but the more he talks, the more agitating the whole encounter feels. Maybe you should tape his mouth shut the next time you see himâ you bet the day would be so much better if you donât have to listen to him talk.Â
âWhy donât you just buy the tickets tomorrow when you work? Didnât have to walk here in the rain,â you explain, sighing to prove just how annoyed you are with his presence.
âBecause I kinda need them today,â he says, clarifying to you with the tone you use when you explain mundane things to a child.
You donât know what he did in his past life to get the ability to annoy you each and every time you meet him, but youâd like some of it to get back at him in your next life. Why youâre even thinking of past lives and the possibility of meeting Kim Sunwoo in your next one, youâre not really certain, but if it helps you to not smash the glass separating you two, you guess you can get behind the thought process.
âOkay,â you nod, painfully calm for the amount of screaming youâve been doing internally, âwhat movie?â you ask, turning your body to the computer on your right and breaking eye contact with him. If heâs a customer, youâre going to treat him like oneâ no small talk and no arguments. You wonât ruin your day even more over a man that doesnât know what chapstick is. (You donât stare at his lips, just for the record. Itâs just painfully obvious when he talks. Sometimes you want to reach over and pluck away the dead skin with your fingersâ you wonât, though. That would be weird.)
Sunwoo straightens his back as he fishes for his wallet in the front pocket of his jeans. âNational Treasure,â he smiles, making you break into cold sweat, âtwo tickets, please.â
Like a scene in a horror movie, your head turns without moving the rest of your body, eyes twitching when you see him standing at the other side of the booth, calm and collected. Suddenly, the scene makes senseâ he bought the tickets to see your favorite movie on the day of your shift. Of course. He just has to rub it in your face.Â
Not only are you working that day. You will also most likely serve popcorn to him as he goes inside with whoever he is buying the second ticket for. And you will try not to trip him on his way inside the screening room.
It was a smart move for him to not go inside the ticket booth with you, even though he has all the right to. You bet he knows youâd claw his eyes out if you had the chance.
âYou have to be kidding me.â
âWhat? I canât buy tickets for a movie?â he asks, innocence dripping off his tongue.
Breathing deeplyâ while trying to contain the demon thatâs begging to crawl out of your insides and tear him into 25 different piecesâ you smile ironically at the male, gulping before you speak. âThat would be 12 dollars, please,â you say, your customer service voice turning kind of eerie.
Not even letting the male choose his seatsâ he lost the privilege when he decided to come and buy the tickets for your favorite movieâ you print out two tickets with the worst possible view (the ones in the first row, far right. If Sunwoo loses his neck because he has to look up at the screen for the entirety of the movie, well, who are you to hate that) and offer them to your coworker.
Like a mind game, the male slips them into his pocket without even looking at them, not breaking eye contact with you sitting behind the booth.Â
âHave a nice day,â he says as he takes two steps back before fully turning and escaping through the front door, figure dashing towards the old Prius parked in front of the building.
Bawling your hands into fists, you try the breathing exercises you found the other week. Calm your body and your mind, the title said. You knew youâd need those when you saved the post into one of your boards on Pinterest.
Still, you canât help yourself. You simply cannot. You let it outâ itâs not healthy to keep negativity inside.Â
He canât hear you, but you still mutter a spiteful âI hope you choke,â under your breath as you settle back into the uncomfortable surface of the chair.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â YOUâVE GOT MAIL (1998)
Remember the time you said you didnât really mind having more shifts in November, because it meant a bigger paycheck? Yeah⌠that was true. For a few days.
Until you got a phone call one day from none other than Kim Sunwooâ whose number you didnât even want to save into your contacts, but after his insisting that itâs for work purposes, did so under the name âdumpster raccoonââ telling you that you have to get to work immediately, that his dad said so, and that itâs an emergency.Â
Do you believe him? No. Absolutely not.Â
His tone of voice was too calm to be in an emergency. If his dad wanted you to come to work today, he couldâve called you himself instead of making his son do it. And also, you really donât know whatâs so important to take care of on a Wednesday, since itâs the slow day of the week, but stillâ you angrily took off the facemask from your face before the timer even went off, shut your laptop with a half-watched episode of The office in your Netflix window, changed out of your comfy clothes and marched towards the cinema.Â
Because you never know. He might be saying the truth, after all. And if that was the case, you didnât want to be caught disobeying your boss.
You get to the old movie theater on the corner of the town center at 4 in the afternoon. The sky is already getting dark and you feel the coldness of November seeping into your bones, and so you waste no time in getting inside and chasing the heat of the vintage-looking interior. Your boots make a thudding sound as you walk across the hall, seeing Sunwoo sitting in the ticket booth in his usual habitat: with his phone in his hands and his feet up on the table, chewing on his favorite strawberry mints. Now this sight screams emergency if youâve ever seen one.
âWhat was so important for you to call me to work and then chill in the ticket booth all afternoon?â you ask, spite slipping off your tongue with every word you speak.Â
Sunwoo looks up at you from under his eyelashes, hair still slightly shielding his eyes. He doesnât even have his uniform onâ thereâs a gray hoodie enveloping his torso (you swear he lives in this garment. You wonder if he even washes it sometimes) and black jeans hanging off his hipsâ and the more you stare at him, the more you feel like punching him in the face.
âOh,â he hums, stretching out his limbs from the hours of sitting on the chair unmoving, âdad said to tell you to clean the screening room. Since itâs Thursday tomorrow, and all.â
The look on his face is innocent. He looks like he just told you the most casual piece of informationâ and truth be told, he kind of did. The whole thing is just not making any sense right now.Â
âI should clean the screening room today? Youâre on the clock, though, why donât you do it?â you ask, frustration clearly written all over your face. You were looking forward to having a self-care day today, so you can only imagine how tired of his endeavors you are right in this moment.Â
âYeah, but I am on ticket booth duty, so I canât,â he shrugs, frowning a little to prove his nonexistent point.
âItâs Wednesday. Itâs not busy. You know you can do both.â
âLook, itâs not me, itâs my dadââ
âIs it? Is it, Sunwoo?â you huff, arms flying into the air. âOr are you just using me to do the work you donât feel like doing? Because it really does seem like that right now,â you bite, running your hand through your hair in exasperation.Â
âDo you want me to call him?â Sunwoo asks, tone of voice suddenly threatening.Â
A heartbeat passes. You continue to have a staring contest with him. The fury inside of you rages like a storm. Still, you nod to the feeling of authority coming from your actual boss, and so you wordlessly turn on your heel and march towards the screening room, ready to clean the place in the least amount of time so you can go home and back to your selfcare endeavors. (Youâre adding printing out Sunwooâs face and throwing darts at it to the list of activities. You think you really need that right now.)
The screening room is dark when you come inside, and as you reach towards the lightswitch, you almost fear something jumping at you. See, the traumatic response from being locked up in the toilet from your coworker is still very present in your bones. When you stop working here, youâre going to ask for financial compensation for all the damage this boy did on your mental health.
You walk down the aisle of seats and try to inspect the damage. No movies air on Wednesday and there was only one kids movie going on Tuesday, so you can either expect it to be almost clean, or full of snacks that fell off the hands of grabby children during the cartoon. The more you inspect the place, though, the more it seems like⌠somebody already cleaned it before?
The floor is clean. The laminated surface under the seats has no smudge of dirt on it, like someone already mopped the place. And when you think back, the bins were empty as well.
The screening room was definitely cleaned before.
Which means that Sunwoo brought you here for absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, the lights go out. The whole room falls into darkness, and the anger inside of your veins very quickly mixes with panic as you try to climb up the stairs on the side of the screening room and escape. Your throat gets dry as you yell for your coworker, not really caring if your next outburst is going to get you fired or not.
âKim Fucking Sunwoo, why the fuck did you call me to clean an already cleaned screening room?!â you yell, not really knowing if he hears you or not. Doesnât matterâ it feels cathartic to do so anyway.
Your feet stumble on the awkwardly-long stairs, your figure almost falling to the ground. Managing to hold yourself up and steady your body before your head hits the sharp corner of one of the stairs and makes you die, you continue on with your small tangent. âYou really think this is funny? Youâre having fun pranking me all the time? I hate your guts, Kim Sunwoo, and I hope you burn in hell!â
A bright light suddenly illuminates the screening room, coming from somewhere behind you. When you look over your shoulder, the screen is white for a few moments before the opening credits of a Jerry Buckheimer film flash on the big surface, halting you in your movements. The sound is a little too loud in the speakers, but it gets adjusted the moment you almost lose your hearing. The moment you see Nicolas Cage appear, itâs clear as day.
Thereâs a movie playing. And the movie playing is National treasure.Â
You think youâre hallucinating. This is surely a fata morgana.
Standing in the middle of the screening room, your mouth hangs agape and your eyes go wide as you watch the first few scenes of the movie. Ben Gates already learns about the hidden treasure passed down through American history when you feel a slight nudge to your shoulder, making you turn your head to see a tall figure staring you down with a bucket of popcorn in their hands.
You are confused. So utterly confused. The movie was on last week. Youâd knowâ you worked the snack booth that day. The screening room is empty and itâs Wednesdayâ whatâs going on?Â
âCan you sit? Or are you just going to watch the movie standing in the aisle,â Sunwoo grunts, balancing the big bucket of popcorn and two drinks in his large hands, the sight comical and almost making you want to watch him suffer some more.
Caught off guard, though, you let him back you into the aisle of seats, your figure slouching into one of the red cushions like a rag doll. Sunwoo takes place next to you, placing the big bucket of popcorn into your lap, before he settles into a seat as well and focuses his eyes and attention on the movie.
âWhat⌠what is this?â you ask, frozen in the seat.Â
âHm?â Sunwoo frowns, looking at you. âNational treasure,â he hums, âI thought youâd know, since you threw a scene about it that one time.â
âI- I know that, I justâŚâ you trail off, still surprised at the turn of events, âwhatâs going on right nowâŚ?â
âWeâre watching National treasure,â he notes, talking to you as if you were slow.
âWhatâŚ?â
A sigh escapes Sunwooâs lips at your utter confusion, his hand coming up to the bucket of popcorn in your lap and throwing a handful of the snack into his mouth before speaking. âLook, Y/N. You said you wanted to watch your favorite movie in the cinema, so thatâs what youâre doing. Enjoy my ownerâs son privileges for once,â he shrugs, watching as your face morphs into an unreadable expression.
That explanation satisfies you for a bit. The shock in your insides, though? Still present.
Thereâs something about the whole gesture that makes your stomach feel uneasy. Sunwoo did something nice for youâ out of the kindness of his own heartâ and you really donât know why he would even think of something like this. You two arenât on the best terms either, after all. Maybe he finally went crazy.
Or maybe you did and this was all the result of your imagination. Either or.Â
Yeah, you must be the one thatâs gone batshit insane. Surely. Youâre certain of the fact when you reach for the popcorn and accidentally touch his hand, the two of you deciding to get some at the same time, and your stomach does a flip and your brain makes a sign for you to quickly retract your handâ but the feeling of his slightly cold hand against your fingertips is now engraved into your memory and wonât leave and let you focus on the movie no matter how hard you try.
âYou wouldnât have to do this if you just let me switch schedules with you that time,â you note, âjust saying.â
âI couldnât,â he shrugs.
âHuh? But you bought two tickets..?â
âYeah, but those were for my friends. I had to drive my mum down to grandmas that day, so I couldnât go or take your shift that day,â he hums, not once breaking eye contact with the screen.
âIf you wouldâve just said so, I wouldnât have made a scene about itââ
âYeah⌠but I enjoy watching you make a scene,â he grins, shifting his attention towards you for a second with that lazy smirk playing with his lips. His hair is falling into his eyes and you have the urge to get it out of his face with a motion of your hand while also scolding him like a mother to finally get a haircut, just so you could see the twinkle in his mischievous orbs.
âYou need to get serious help, then,â you grunt, pointing your gaze back towards the screen, unable to look at his face for any longer. Heâs being annoying again. Youâre annoyed.
âProbably,â he admits.
You two sit in silence for a while, the only sound accompanying you being the movie playing out on the big screen in front of you. You think this is the calmest you two have ever been around each other, and youâre starting to think that if Sunwoo just didnât talk, you two could even get along.
Something touches the side of your thigh in the darkness of the room. Eyes darting to the source, you notice Sunwooâs thigh pressing against yours, the cause of his obnoxious man-spreading, and something about the closeness of his body and the smell of his citrusy cologne makes you feel like your chest is heaving in on itself. You canât stand him around you. You two canât share this close of a space.
âAre you not leaving?â you ask.
âNo,â he hums, âshould I be?â
âWell, youâre on the clockâŚâ
The man snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. âY/N, you and I both know that the possibility of someone coming to buy a ticket on a Wednesday afternoon is close to zero. Me being there makes no difference in todayâs sales.â
His hand knocks into yours again as you reach for more popcorn. You gulp, nodding. âRightâŚâ
âAnd I wanted to see the movie to see if itâs really that good to make a scene about it,â he teases, another playful look sent your way from the corner of his eye.
You grunt, rolling your eyes. Oh how you hate his gutsâŚ
And even though you love the movie, you pray for it to end quickly. The more time you spend with Sunwoo forced into your zone of comfort, the more uncomfortable you feelâ even the slightest movement of his body affects you and makes your brain turn on overdrive. Itâs strange and itâs weird, and you donât understand how hatred for a person could manifest in such reactions.Â
Itâs better that you didnât notice you two sitting in the love seat. God knows you wouldnât handle that well. Youâd rather die than to hold on to that knowledge.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â CLUELESS (1995)
They say that you only start realizing just how stupid people can be when you work in customer service. As one of the only three employees of the small, vintage cinema on the corner of the townâs square, you can only agree with the sentimentâ you have a lot of stories to tell about the wonders of the human brain.
Like that one time you got screamed at because the movie tickets were âtoo expensiveâ â because naturally, you should be able to change the price of them when asked. Or that one time you got screamed at because the movie tickets were sold outâ because naturally, you should add more seats to the screening room just for the two middle-aged women to sit on during the premiere of the newest Orlando Bloom movie. Or when somebody yelled at you for the toilets being full after the movieâ naturally, you are supposed to throw people out in the middle of them peeing. Or build new stalls. Either or.
They say that you only start realizing just how stupid people can be when you work in customer service, but truly, you also realize just how rude they can also be for no reason at all.
Much like today. Itâs Friday, which means itâs premiere night. The tickets to all movies this week are sold out already, so no one is on ticket booth duty, and much to your relief, Mr Kim took the snack stand himself. Your responsibility for the day is scanning the tickets and then making sure no one is getting inside during the movie without a ticket.Â
Itâs not a hard job. Not at allâ you would even say nothing about working in the cinema is hard, when you donât have an annoying coworker trying to make your whole life a living hellâ but you see, customers love to make your job harder just by being unreasonably rude about things that are clearly out of your control.Â
âSir, I really canât let you in, Iâm sorry,â you say, tone of voice polite despite screaming on the inside. In front of you is standing a tall man, maybe a few years older than you, the expression on his face full of anger and vexation. They say a customer is always right. You agree only when the customer looks like they could wait for you after work and beat you up in the bushes. Sadly, that still doesnât mean you can let the man inside without a valid ticket.
âWhat do you mean? Little one, Iâm telling you I bought the ticket here, so if you donât let me inââ
âAll tickets purchased for the screening should be able to scan through this, sir, and if it doesnât work, I am not allowed to let you inside of the cinema,â you try to explain, getting kind of desperate. The line behind him was forming and the movie was supposed to play in a few minutes, so if you wanted to scan all the tickets in time, you had to be quick.
He wouldnât budge, though. His eyebrows are furrowed and the guy behind him seems to be getting angry as well, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up alert, like a cat when it senses danger. You try your hardest to keep your tone firm, hands clasped politely behind your back. âIâm gonna have to ask you to leave, sir, or maybe check in with the owner about the issue? I donât have the competence toââ
âListen, I wonât be talking to anyone, because you will let me in, okay?â
âSir, I canât-â
Your sentence is cut off by the man again, his fury making you take a step backwards in fear. âAnd if you donât, you will see the consequences.â
Gulping, you try to think of a way to get out of this situation. Mr Kim is too far away for you to call, and he is also busyâ the line is long and Sunwoo isnât working today. Itâs just the two of you today, so your options are getting slimmer. You canât let that man in without a working ticketâ it seems like the one heâs showing you is either a fake one, or bought in another cinemaâ but it seems like if you donât, heâll have you dead before the next morning.Â
âSo?â
Opening your mouth to answer (although your brain is still empty and you donât even know what more to say), a low voice coming from behind you startles you in the middle of your crisis. âIs there a problem here?âÂ
Turning your head to the source of the voice, youâve never been more relieved to see Kim Sunwoo in your close proximity. You watch as he puts a rolled-up poster to the ground behind you before he takes another step closer towards your figure, his expression stone cold and glaring at the man in front of you.Â
âYour coworker here wonât let me in to watch the movie,â he complains, hand waving around in a threatening way.Â
Just having Sunwoo around makes you more confident. Clearing your throat, your eyes dart to your coworker, seeing his face morph into irritation. âIt wonât scan his ticket, soâŚâ
âIf it wonât scan your ticket, it means itâs invalid and weâre not allowed to let you in,â Sunwoo says, tone of voice way less polite than the one you were using before.
âThatâs ridiculous-â
âYou are ridiculous,â Sunwoo grunts, annoyance clearly written all over his face. âYou were asked to leave, so maybe you should.âÂ
Truth be told, youâve been in a couple of arguments with Sunwoo before. In none of them has he ever looked and sounded like this, though. You and Sunwoo argue with spiteâ sparks flying waiting to start a fire, curses and harsh words thrown around carelessly in moments of heated hatred. His tone is stern, but never threatening. Never mean. Not in the way heâs being right now.
It makes you stare at him wordlessly. He seems to be taking the lead in the situation, reacting territorially to the man in front of him. You canât say you donât feel safer with him aroundâ you would be lying.
âMaybe you could just let me in and get this over withââÂ
âAnd maybe you could fuck off,â Sunwoo says back, something in his tone making your stomach feel all light. He looks serious, standing his ground, and the man finally seems to get the memo that heâs not watching the premiere tonight, because he backs off and grits his teeth at the male.
âYour boss will hear about this,â he threatens, making Sunwoo chuckle.
âIâm sure he will.â
Sympathetic looks are thrown your way from the women in the line behind that can finally come up to you so you scan their tickets. You smile at each one and try to seem unaffected by the exchange, but the memory of it still lingers in your brain and doesnât make you rest easy as you greet the rest of the customers.Â
You didnât even realize Sunwoo was still standing next to you, watching you work. He seems to recognise your shaken-up composure, tone of voice sympathetic and quiet as he asks: âYou okay?â
âWhat?â you ask, surprised by the question, âoh. Yeah, Iâm fine. He was just⌠being a bitch, the usual.â
âYeah,â he snickers, âwhy didnât you just scream at him like you do to me? I bet that would scare him away,â he notes, making you roll your eyes at the comment.
âBecause he looked like he could beat me up, Sunwoo.â
âAnd I donât?â he gasps, suddenly offended.
You scan the boy up and down, pretending to think it over for a few before you shake your head. âNo,â you shrug, âI could beat you up.â
âExcuse you?â he gasps, crossing his arms at his chest in a defensive stance, the shock on his face mixing in with amusement.Â
âDonât believe me? Wanna try?â you test, the conversation suddenly flowing freely, without you even noticing. You donât pay it much thought, but you guess getting along with Sunwoo is easier when heâs on your side. Most of the time, heâs not, thoughâ and maybe thatâs the problem.
âOkay,â he nods, âmeet me in the back when youâre off. No weapons allowed, weâll do it the street style. This is a battle of fists,â he points a finger at you, the sentence making you sigh dreamily and point your eyes towards the ceiling.
âYou canât even imagine how long Iâve been waiting for this moment.â
Sunwoo smiles at thatâ that dumb, boyish smile you usually so despiseâ and shakes his head at your antics. The conversation dies down a bit after the exchangeâ with you scanning the tickets and trying your hardest to make it through the line before the movie starts, when your coworker, dressed in none other than his signature gray hoodie and black jeans, nudges you with his elbow. âWant me to stay for a bit, or are you good now?â
âI can take care of myself, Sunwoo,â you sigh, âyou can go about your day.â
âWell, it didnât seem like it a few minutes agoââ
âI can take care of myself when Iâm not confronted with a tall muscled man that is threatening me, Sunwoo,â you repeat, looking at the rest of the line, âso with him gone now, you can go about your day. What are you even doing here, by the way? I thought you were off today.â
âI am,â he nods, rocking a little in his place, shifting weight from his heels towards his toes, âI was just⌠here to drop off something for you,â he says, clearing his throat and pointing towards the poster he was holding when he first approached you, the shiny tube now resting against the nearest wall.Â
You shoot the boy a curious look, eyebrows furrowed in question. You donât get to ask for clarification about the character of the poster, because he abruptly cuts off your train of thought, speaking fast as if to avoid making any more conversation with you. âIâll see you in the back after youâre done for that fist fight, then. Bye!â
And before you get a chance to say anything back, Sunwoo swiftly turns on his heel and awkwardly marches towards the front door. You donât have much time to inspect the thing he dropped off for you, but after youâre done with scanning the tickets and have time to breathe when the movie starts, you allow yourself to peek insideâÂ
only to see a National treasure poster staring back at you, surface glossy and glimmering, as if you just opened a chest full of gold.Â
As you take the poster to the staff room with you (while also wearing a huge, embarrassing grin on your face for someone staring at the face of Nicolas Cage), making sure itâs safe and sound until you can bring it home with you, you wonder why you havenât been civil with Kim Sunwoo before.
Itâs good to have a taste of his ownerâs son privileges sometimes.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â ME BEFORE YOU (2016)
The day is Friday, the 1st of December. Mr Kimâs âRewind Thursdays' event is over and while Fridays are always the premiere days, meaning you usually have to work the evenings either in the snack booth or in the ticket booth, your boss told you you can have the night off under one conditionâ you come in the morning (since you told him your classes are done for the semester, heâs been keen on making you work at random times of the day) and help Sunwoo with Christmas decorations in the cinema.
And, well, who are you to say no to a free evening? Maybe you can finally have that self-care time youâve been needing before your exam season starts.
âCan you get the ladder from the back?â Sunwoo asks, tone of voice not at all interested. You donât know what the reasoning behind his mood is, but you figure itâs either the fact that he had to get up before 12, or the fact that he doesnât really seem like the type to like decorating.
âWhy donât you get it?â you huff, wiping your forehead off the sweat thatâs cumulated on it over the time you spent bringing out all the boxes full of decorations out of the staff room. âI brought everything in, maybe you can do some work for once.â
One would think your dynamics with Kim Sunwoo would shift after heâs been nice to you on multiple occasions. And sure, you donât really fight with him as often and he hasnât pulled a prank on you in a while, but some days, his whole presence is still just as annoying to you as itâs been for the past couple of months. Thereâs not really much you can do about itâ especially not when heâs bossing you around and not doing any actual work himself.
âI built the christmas tree,â he grunts, opening one of the boxes full of ornaments, squinting at the contains with disgust on his face. âAnd I put up all the other useless stuff before you got here too,â he says, pointing a glare at you.Â
Looking around the theater, you notice various types of decorations all over the place. Thereâs some mistletoe hanging off the ceiling (which has you wondering how he even got it there in the first place) and garlands framing all the doorwaysâ the greenery making the whole place decorated in a very vintage tone. Itâs fitting to the theme of the cinema, though, and you can tell that Sunwoo really canât be arsed to do any better, so you donât mention it out loud in favor of avoiding another one of your petty cat fights.
Admitting your defeat, you storm back into the staff room and carry out the tall ladder, struggling to fit through the doorways and to cross the corners, praying to all higher forces that you donât accidentally scratch off pieces of the wall on your way to Sunwoo.
You put down the metal construction with a loud thud, making the boy look up at you from beneath his bangs, the silent curse evident in his eyes. You donât know whatâs up with him, but again, you wonât ask. You try to tell yourself that you donât really care either, but with every glance towards his direction, the question keeps bugging you and dancing around your brain.Â
You force yourself not to care.
Watching as he tries to untangle the Christmas lights, struggle evident in the frustration written all over his face, you sigh and walk over to him, taking the bundle of wire out of his hands and threading your skilled fingers through the lengthy cable. Youâre an expert in untanglingâ you donât own bluetooth headphones, so you do this pretty much every day before listening to some music. Your headphones love to tangle in your pocket no matter how neatly you try to keep them in your pantsâ itâs a mystery. Almost like the Bermuda triangle.Â
âI can do it myself,â Sunwoo huffs, eyebrows furrowing when he watches you work your magic.
âYou seemed like it too,â you ironically note, letting the spiteful side of you win, enjoying yourself when youâre rewarded by the snarky roll of Sunwooâs eyesâ everything is back to normal. You two arenât friends, you donât like to be in each otherâs presence, and no number of shiny stolen posters and private sessions in the screening room will ever change that.
âHold this,â you say, thrusting the end of the cord into his hand, walking a few meters away from him as you detangle the lights, watching as he impatiently stomps the floor with his heel, reminding you of Snowball from The secret life of pets movie.
When youâre done and the Christmas lights are now a straight line of wire, you slowly walk over to the tall tree in the middle of the room, wrapping the lights around the fake forest-green needles. Youâre glad that the lights are long enough to cover the whole thing and you donât have to untangle another ones, and when youâre done, you watch your coworker plug them in, examining the small, colorful light bulbs.Â
âOkay, now the ornaments,â you say, more to yourself than to anybody in the room, as you waltz over to the boxes and take out the decorations varying in shapes and sizes. You donât really know what color scheme Mr Kim wants you to go forâ and you doubt Sunwoo is aware either, so you just take out the ornaments you find the most pretty and hang them all over the tree, making sure each branch is covered.
Sunwoo stands around for a while, unmoving as he watches you, before he sighs to himself and finally decides to help. You leave him be, thinking that itâs for the best if you two donât speak today when heâs in such a bad mood, but you break that promise almost immediately when you stare back at the tree after retrieving some more ornaments from the box to your right and notice the almost painful clash of colors.
You shouldâve known you canât trust a man with decorating. The beautiful contrast of the baby pink and brown ornaments you put on the tree is now ruined by the green ones you intentionally left on the bottom of the box. The colors donât go together at all and you want to claw your eyes out every second you have to stare at it.
âSunwoo, those colors donât go together at all,â you say, point and blankâ no sugarcoating, no offensive words, just straight facts.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, that tree looks terrifying, and itâs all because you ruined it,â you say.
Okay, maybe you are overreacting just the slightest. But isnât there fun in making your coworker completely out of his mind? Is this your roles being reversed for the first time? Are you finally winning this little game?Â
Nevertheless, you are enjoying the outburst that follows from Sunwoo. Mainly because he looks like a child throwing a tantrum as he huffs and takes off the green ornaments he put on to the tree and throws the handful back into the cardboard box, not really caring if they break or not. Youâll be replaying this scene in your head forever before you go to sleep, for the absolute frustration and annoyance on his face is one of your biggest trophies. Right now, though, youâre battling the urge to laugh.
âFine, do it yourself, then,â Sunwoo says as he walks away from the tree, choosing to sit on the floor cross-legged, taking out his phone and scrolling through social media.
Again, you donât know whatâs gotten into him today, but you force yourself not to care. You have a job to finish here so you can go home and enjoy your day, and thatâs why exactly you just shrug and finish putting on the pretty ornaments, admiring your work every once in a while when you take a break and stare on the tall tree, kind of breathless from the beauty.
Youâre not really big on Christmas, but you must admit that this is fun.Â
The sound of Sunwoo swiping through Instagram reels is the only thing accompanying your actions, and as you look over your shoulder and see his almost sad face, you bite your lip just to not ask him whatâs the matter. Youâre not supposed to care. And you donât.
âCanât you put some festive music on?â you ask instead, your lips just begging to have a conversation with the male, despite your best judgment.
âNo,â Sunwoo barks back, not even taking his eyes off the phone as the sound of the reel changes into another one, a swipe of his thumb across the screen showing him another video.Â
Nodding to yourself, you carefully try to pick out your next words. Not really sure how to address the male, you choose to approach him with a hint of humor youâre not sure heâll appreciate. âWhatâs up with you? Youâre bitchier than usual,â you say, scanning the male with cautious eyes.
Sunwoo stops for a whileâ a millisecond of him halting his scrolling, an action you wouldnât notice if you werenât trying to see any shift in his composureâ before he speaks up again. âNothing,â he shrugs.
âOkay,â you say, a tone of voice full of doubt.Â
When you conclude that youâre not getting more answers out of him, you nod to yourself and dart back towards the Christmas tree, making sure you make more eye contact with the glossy ornaments than with your coworker sitting behind you on the ground. Not much time passes by before he speaks up again, though, tone of voice quiet and hesitant.
âIâm just not in the mood today,â he sighs, âI have a final next week and itâs stressing me out, I havenât slept well in quite a few days, my dadâs making me work more than usual and on top of that, I absolutely hate winter.â
âYou hate winter?â you choose to focus on the least serious topic of the little rant, not really knowing when your boundaries lay in discussing the more serious ones.
âYeah,â Sunwoo chuckles, âitâs like a shittier fall. Itâs cold and dark all the time. It would be different if it snowed, though. I love it when it snows.â
Snickering at his sudden confession, you shake your head. âYouâre like a little kid.â
âI remember you calling me a child once,â Sunwoo hums in agreement.
âThat was different,â you say, hoping to cheer the male up at least a bit with your usual quarrel.
âI figured by the way you threw the toilet brush to my chest,â Sunwoo laughs, the memory of torturing you fond in his brain. The poster he gave you almost made you forget about the fact that he managed to make your life a living hell for quite some timeâ maybe you should consider this a wake-up call.
The conversation quiets down for a bit, even the sound of Sunwooâs Instagram reels discontinued as you two marvel in the now much more comfortable silence. Testing the waters, you clear your throat before speaking up again. âDonât worry about that exam, by the way. Iâm sure youâll do well.â
âHow would you know?â
âYouâre clever. You need to be clever to come up with all various ways to make my life more miserable,â you say, smiling when you hear him let out a breath of air through his nose, signaling a silent laugh.
âAny advice on the sleepless nights?â he asks, tone of voice light and humorous.
âLess things in your head,â you hum, putting the last ornament onto one of the branches, satisfied with your work. âOr melatonin.â
âNoted,â he nods, sharing a smile with you.
Walking over to the boxes stored a few feet away from the male, you open up the slim one thrown on the side, holding up the star. Your eyes meet his, a carefree twinkle in your orbs when you try to cheer up the boyâs inner child by doing a child's favorite activity. âDo you want to put the star on?â
He fails you, though. âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âYou decorated it all yourself, so you can do the star,â he shrugs, not really into your idea.
âOh come onââ
âI donât feel like standing up,â Sunwoo grunts, the joy on your insides finally dying down when you get a taste of his usual composureâ the one that really canât be arsed with anything.Â
Sighing to yourself, you waltz over to the tall ladder, and despite your biggest worries, you continue climbing up the metal construction even when it wobbles and makes you fear youâre gonna fall. The whole thing is kind of unsteady and makes your heart thump in your throat, but you choose to get it over with and finally climb to the very top, outstretching your arm and putting the star on top of the tree, the decoration process now done and freeing you off your todayâs work responsibilities.
Something akin to satisfaction beams in your insides as you climb down the ladder, and now, youâll write this off to you being a little too excited with the vision of a face mask and popcorn at homeâ but your leg slips on one of the steps and despite the ladder being now magically steady, your body comes crashing down to the floor.
A yelp fights out of your throat, hands go flying in a desperate need to steady yourself or hold on to something that would make you not fall hard against the marble floor, when a miracle straight down from heaven comes to rescue in a form of flesh holding you up and shielding you from the fall, a grunt landing in your ears when your body settles into soft fabric of dark gray.
Head snapping to the source of the arms around your waist, surprised at the personâs strength used to balance you two on your feet as you fell (well, your knees buckled, but still, they havenât yet hit the ground), you notice a pair of chocolate orbs staring down at you through a curtain of dark hair, wide eyes scanning your face and breathing out a puff of air.
âLook where youâre stepping next time, for fuckâs sake,â Sunwoo huffs, watching as your brain tries to process the near-death experience.
Registering his arms firmly placed around your waist (now realizing the soft fabric was the hoodie heâs been living in for the past few months), the citrusy scent of his cologne makes your head spin, eyes scanning his face in quick motions, as if not aware of who was your savior. You wonder how he even got to you on time (not really noticing him walking over to the ladder as soon as he saw it wobbling under you, holding it down to keep you from toppling over), and when your eyes curiously gaze at his chapped, yet plush lips, the warmth in your stomach makes you finally snap out of it.Â
Untangling yourself out of his limbs, much like you did with the Christmas lights a few minutes ago, you clear your throat and try to get your breathing back to normal. Your knees are a little weak, but you write that off to the shock of falling.Â
âThis wouldnât have happened if you just agreed to put the star on,â you complain, straightening your clothes as you walk over to the empty boxes nearby, stacking them into one another and avoiding all possible eye contact with the male.
Itâs workingâ at least thatâs what you keep telling yourselfâ up until you hear him chuckle and see a pair of hands taking the tower of boxes out of your hold, a charming grin sent your way as he walks away from you to the staff room. âIf you say so.â
Okay, so itâs not working.
Youâre fucked.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â THE PROPOSAL (2009)
âSo⌠I was thinking,â Sunwoo starts one day, a bundle of rolled-up posters stacked up in his arms like a pyramid, puffs of cold air making clouds appear in front of his face as he speaks, âwould you want to go see a movie with me?â he asks, tone of voice casual, as if he was asking you about the weather.
The poster youâre currently putting up into one of the glass holders outside of the cinema almost slips out of your frozen fingers out of shock, your heart skipping a beat. âHuh?â you hum, taking out a container full of pins out of your coat pocket and securing the poster to its designated place. âYou want to bring money to your fatherâs competitor?â you joke.
âWhat? No,â he quickly replies, furrowing his brows as he shakes his head. âI meant, like, here,â he says, nodding towards the building to prove his point, taking a step aside when you close the glass door of the poster holder and move towards the next one, 3 more movie banners left to put up outside of the cinema.Â
The wires in your brain work on full force, trying to clear out any confusion caused by his sudden invitation. Sure, you two have gotten closer ever since you talked with him at the Christmas tree a week ago, but still, you didnât know it was enough to hang out outside of work hours.Â
Instead of focusing the conversation on this unpredictable development, you turn towards clearing out the logistics instead. âHow would we even do that? We either work at the same time or you work when I donât and the other way around,â you say, taking the next poster from him and putting it up.
All of the movies airing the next two weeks are Christmas movies. Some of them are old, some of them are premieres, but stillâ you canât really imagine watching a festive movie with your coworker. Up until last week, you thought of him as the next reincarnation of Grinch.
âI could get my sister to switch with me on a day you donât work,â he hums, sheepish about his preposition. Thereâs something bashful in his tone, something shy in his gaze as he watches you put up the movie poster, but you try your hardest to ignore it for the sake of your sanity. Youâre already having a hard time dealing with the fact that he appeared in your dreams twice since he caught you in his arms last week. You donât need to add the switch in dynamic to the mix.
âIsnât she underage?â you ask, snickering.
âYeah, and?â he shrugs. âItâs a family business, Y/N. Everyone has to be included, underage or not.â
A laugh erupts out of your throat at the comment, shaking your head at the boy in disbelief.Â
âWhat would you even wanna see? Those are all Christmas movies,â you say, moving along and focusing your attention to the glossy material in your fingers.
âI donât see how thatâs a problem,â he says.Â
âOh, it is,â you mutter, âI donât like Christmas movies.â
Sunwoo grunts. âWell, I donât really care. I saw your favorite movie with you, so you can return the favor and see my favorite movie with me,â he speaks up, making you roll your eyes at his words.
âThereâs no way any of those movies is your favorite,â you note, doubtful tone haunting the boy.
âYou wouldnât know,â he laughs, making your heart do cartwheels at the sound, his teasing making you feel warmth despite the cold breeze trying to make your bones freeze into blocks of ice.Â
âI wonât go unless I believe you,â you say, grinning as you close the glass box and take the last poster out of Sunwooâs hands, watching as the boy puts his frozen fingers into the comfort of his warm jacket, shielding them from the cold.Â
âNot fair.â
âVery fair, actually.â
âOh come on,â he sighs, shaking his head in disagreement, âI thought we could watch a Christmas movie as a celebration to the end of semester,â he says, tone of voice almost pleading.
Securing the last banner into its designated place, you turn towards Sunwoo with an examining look on your face. He seems to be completely serious, eyes big pools of honey as he watches your face morph as you think. Something in your stomach makes it feel like itâs flying, making you clear your throat as you avert your gaze towards the line of Christmas movie posters on the brick wall. âFine,â you gulp, âso what do you wanna watch?â
âThe Polar Express,â he says, pointing towards the A3 scale you put up last, showing one of the movies that were older, but Mr Kim decided to air anywayâ as if he was aware.
Fuck, you think. Thatâs my favorite.Â
âAbsolutely not,â you cough, âI hate that movie.â
âHuh? How?â he sighs, face full of disappointment.Â
âJust because. Itâs too long.â
âItâs not even two hours?â
Eyes quickly darting towards the poster, pupils shaking as you look towards the airing dates at the very bottom, you chew on your bottom lip, trying to find a way out. âYouâre working on the 18th.â
âOkay, then we can go on the 19th,â Sunwoo says, determined to make you watch the movie with him. Why? You don��t even want to know at this point.
âI go home for Christmas break on the 19th,â you say, shrugging. âSee? It wasnât meant to be.â
âY/N, come onââ
âListen, canât we just go back to hating each other instead of you annoying me about this stupid movie?â you sigh. In the whirlpool of events, you forgot just how insistent Sunwoo could beâ who knows, maybe this was the real reason why you were so irritated with him in the first place.
Slowly walking back towards your workplace, hearing Sunwooâs sneakers hit the ground behind you as he trails after you like a lost puppy, a sense of momentarily victory flows through your veins when you recognise that you found your way out. There was no way Mr Kim would let his underage daughter work instead of Sunwoo, and you truly were leaving home the evening of 19th. You already had a train ticketâ youâre not gonna change your plans because of a man you despised just a few days ago.
âI never really hated you, by the way. Besides, youâre only saying that because you hate the movie,â Sunwoo grunts, chiming in front of youâ making you think heâs being petty and doesnât want to talk to you anymore, surprising you when he opens the door for you and offers you a solemn gaze, waiting for you to walk through the entryway and go back to work. (For you, itâs sitting in the ticket booth in silence. For Sunwoo, itâs pretending to work in the back, since his dad is absent today again)
Reciprocating his gaze, noticing the disappointment behind your coworkerâs eyes, you feel something in your stomach drop, the weight of it so heavy you quickly avert your look.Â
âMaybe,â you shrug.
And maybe, the true reason is something completely else.Â
The words resonate through your brainâ âI never really hated you, by the wayâ. Funny. Then what were all those months of torture all about?
You decide you no longer want answers.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989)
You canât believe youâre doing something nice for Kim Sunwoo.
Shoes hitting the gravel, your scarf pulled up so it covers your nose from the ice cold air, a hat hugging your head in warmth and shielding you from the aggressive weather, you start to contemplate your choices and your next moves. A sigh escapes your throat when your eyes land on the marquee above the entrance of the movie theater, teeth chewing on the inside of your cheek as you shift your weight from one foot to another.
Pulling out your phone to check the time, a shiny 7:24PM stares back at you, pushing you to walk up to the door of your workplace on your day off, 24 minutes after the beginning of The polar express.Â
You feel silly. You feel oh so stupid when you push the door open and your body is immediately engulfed in warmth, the yellow dim lights of the cinema making your eyes slowly adjust to the brightness contrasting the darkness of the outside world. You feel like you must have gone crazy, especially when your insides start to get all light and bubbly, hints of nerves tingling at the tips of your fingertips and the deepest corners of your stomach. Thereâs no turning back now, you tell yourselfâ and when your feet automatically take you to the ticket booth, gaze landing on the boy with his bangs in his eyes and an expression worthy of a kicked puppy on his face, you suddenly feel like your trip to the cinema was all worth it.
Clearing your throat, you notify your coworker of your presence, his big, doe eyes staring at you in surprise. Sunwooâs mouth goes agape, shock overtaking his features when he takes in your appearance. (You bet he thinks you look laughableâ your eyes teary from the cold and your figure stoic, numb limbs hanging by your side.)
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks, the question not as aggressive as it sounded out of your lips every time he paid a visit to the cinema on his days off for all these months.
âUh⌠I forgot some things in the back and I wanted to take them home tomorrow, so I came back for them,â you hum, the practiced excuse slipping out of your lips with ease, âcan you come help me?âÂ
Sunwoo looks even more surprised at your questionâ although there is now a hint of confusion in the mix. What could you possibly have in the back to need his help with? For as far as he knows, you only ever kept your work uniform in your locker. âWhat? Canât you get it yourselfâŚ?â he asks, noticing as you shake your head in disapproval.
âItâs⌠itâs on the top of the lockers and I canât reach it, so-â
âGrab a chairâŚ?âÂ
You didnât really expect to have Sunwoo question your half-assed excuse. Truly, you thought this was going to go smoothlyâ but knowing Kim Sunwoo, you shouldâve known it was never going to go the way you planned. Youâre determined to win, though.Â
And so itâs the time to bring out the big gunsâ men never say no when you praise them and make yourself look incompetent.
âPlease? I donât feel like bringing a chair and youâre tall enough. It will only take a secondâŚâ you pout, watching as the male in front of you sighs and stands up from his seat, nodding at your humble request.
Sunwoo follows you as you walk down the corridor, your heart thumping with the start of your little plan. Your steps are calculated and your movements carefully programmed, the nervousness in your stomach making you even more giddy with every meter of distance you two cross.Â
Before you two get a chance to make it to the back, you make a swift turn and open the doors to one of the rooms on the left of the hall, dragging Sunwoo by his hand and tugging him inside. His body stumbles against yours, but the door closes behind him faster than he can react to the impact. Steadying the boy back to his feet, you watch him with anticipation, awaiting his reaction.
The truth is, you havenât thought the plan out this far. The depiction of it in your brain always ended with you sneaking him into the projecting room and his curious eyes peering into yours. Something about the image of the events always made you feel too overwhelmedâ you never dared to imagine the situation further. (That would mean admitting some hidden desires to yourself, so you never even tried. That all makes this situation twice as nerve-wrecking, though.)
âWhat⌠are we doing here?â he asks, eyes darting around the darkness of the projection room, the only light illuminating his pretty features being the movie playing behind the glass of the small booth.
âDidnât you say you wanted to watch The polar express with me?â you ask, voice a few octaves higher than usual.Â
âI⌠didâŚâ he mumbles, confusion making him stumble over his own words.
âWell, you are working and I leave tomorrow, so I figured I had to find a wayâŚâ you shrug, watching as Sunwoo looks at you a little frozen, big eyes staring you down, gears turning in his head. You canât really read himâ you donât really know if heâs going to laugh at you or send you home for ruining his shift. You donât know if he appreciates the gesture, or if he thinks youâre being embarrassing. You donât know if he registers the slight tremble of your hands and the lightness of your breathing, you donât know if he realizes how much his reaction could make your day or completely ruin it (just like always), and so, you panicâ and when you panic, you ramble. âI know we are technically not supposed to be hereâ well, me, at leastâ but I think that being with the ownerâs son could make my boss let me off even if he somehow finds out, which I doubt he will, butââ
Sunwooâs face starts slowly morphing, the slightest of shifts slowly adding up to a change of expression, having the male break out into the biggest, happiest grin youâve ever seen him sport. His eyes light up and glaze your features in the softest of touches, his head shaking in disbelief. âOh, youâre adorable.â
âWhat?â you ask, your heart doing seven somersaults and five cartwheels, eyes a big pool of surprise.
âYou did this for me?â he beams, his grin so big and pretty it takes your breath away. Butterfly wings tickle in your stomach at the sight, having you mentally curse yourselfâ hold it together, Y/N.Â
âI- I mean, I didnât really do anything, we just sneaked inââ
âThis is the sweetest thing youâve ever done for me,â Sunwoo hums, the teasing tone making its comeback in his voice, âactually, this might be the first sweet thing youâve ever done for meââ
âWell, okay,â you roll your eyes, an embarrassed laugh dragging out of your throat as you turn on your heel and walk closer to the little table in the opposite end of the room, needing to avert your gaze from the boy for at least a second. The air is suddenly too heavy and itâs hard for you to breathe, heat rushing to your cheeks.Â
Eyes focusing on the screen in front of you, your brain tries hard to focus on your favorite Christmas movie. Failing, your head running thoughts full of conflicting emotions and erratic exclamation marks screaming the name of the boy behind you, you ask yourself how and when exactly youâve gotten yourself into this mess.
Maybe you shouldnât have gotten this job in the first place.
Ears painfully alert, listening to each sound heard in the small projecting roomâ the shuffling of Sunwooâs feet as he nears your figure, the muffled noise of the movie playing in the screening room in front of you, the resonance of your own heartbeat in your ears as Sunwooâs hands suddenly sneak around your middle, your jacket squeaking from the contact of his limbs as he hugs you.
âWhatââ
âDonât fight me, Y/N. Just this once,â he hums, voice deep, but still a bit hesitant. Itâs like heâs walking on unsteady land, cautious of his movements in fear of making you run away. Heâs in a new territory, in your personal spaceâ the scent of his cologne fills your nostrils again as his head settles itself on your shoulder, the two of you silently watching the movie for a few seconds, not really knowing how to proceed.
Thereâs something intimate in the way he holds you, in the way the movie is a mere background noise to the marathon of your thoughts, the blue light illuminating your faces as you both try your hardest to keep your cool.Â
A flashing thought of just how much you from a few months ago would hate the position itâs in right now passes by your brain, making you instantly feel foolish. Oh how much youâd love it if you stood here unaffected right nowâ thereâs no way to battle the warmth flooding your insides right at this moment, though.
âThis is nice,â he mumbles, voice barely louder than a whisper. âThank you,â he says, your insides squeezing at the sincerity. Itâs not often you get to see this side of Sunwooâ the sweet, patient one, the side of him that makes you feel safe in his arms and appreciated with the soft tone in his words. And while you realize you donât hate the playful side of him just as much as you thought you did, you must admit the novelty of the situation makes you feel a bit more joyful than youâd like to admit.
The weight of his head disappears from your shoulder, making you feel momentarily disappointed by the action. You expect him to pull away and take a seat on the chair, to finally focus on the movie playing in front of your eyes, the thought alone making your spirit fall. The fire in your inside lights up like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline just as fast again, though, when you feel soft lips come in contact with your cheek.
They stay only for a second before they disappear, an airy laugh landing in your ear a second later. âPlease donât run away now,â he says, tone of voice uncertain, telling you that now the ball is in your courtâ your next actions could either make him the happiest man on Earth, or completely break him.Â
The choice is yours.
Your head turns his way, eyes instantly locking with his brown orbs searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. Slowly, as if still processing the events of before, your eyes trail over his featuresâ the awfully handsome way his face was sculpted, the softness of his eyes and the sharpness of his jaw, the slope of his nose and the plushness of his lips. Theyâre not as chapped today, making you wonder if he started wearing vaseline, and before you get a chance to stop yourself, you start wondering of the way his lips would feel on yours, imagination running wild.Â
He heaves out a shaky breath, your eyes darting back into hisâ as if to ask for approval, see if heâs okay with it. Thereâs a dazy look in them, gaze pressed to your lips, then to your eyes, then your lips againâ a look you take as an invitation as you act against all your best judgment and lean towards him, pressing your mouth against his.
As if testing the waters, you make the kiss short. It was long enough to engrave it into your brain, thoughâ to remember the way his perfectly shaped lips pressed against yours, the way the world stopped just for a moment, the way he tasted of the strawberry mints he always eats at work whenever he has nothing to do.Â
Sunwoo seems to find liking in the actionâ lips glazing yours again, pressing another peck to them before he deepens the kiss, the tingling in your fingertips intensifying and the excitement bubbling in your frame making you turn in your position, front facing him and pressing up against his chest. His hands quickly adjust, slipping under your opened jacket and settling on your clothed waist, the slightest contact making your knees weak and settle your bottom against the table behind you, hands grabbing the fabric of his sweatshirt.Â
He pulls back to catch some air, a boyish grin breaking out on his face, forehead knocking against yours in a sweet, giddy manner. âIâve wanted to do this for months,â he huffs.
The sentiment makes a thousand question marks appear in your headâ why did he make your life a living hell, then? Why did he pull pranks on you and make you hate every second spent with him? Why did he make you so furious each time and argued with you about the smallest things? How could Sunwoo possibly have wanted this for months, when you just only started noticing his attractiveness a few weeks ago?
âWhyââ
âIâll tell you later,â he says, cutting you off as he presses his lips against yours again, your mouth automatically welcoming his presence. Brain erased of all previous questions, his kisses working like a spell, you focus all your senses on the man in front of you.
Having your hands feeling up his abdomen, Sunwoo hesitantly asks for entrance with his tongue, running it along your lower lip until you welcome him in. You like this type of power battle much more than the one you had going on until now, and with each new movement, you feel yourself falling apart under him.Â
His fingers tug down on the sides of your jacket, pulling it down. You donât need it anymoreâ with how heated youâve gotten, you are actually kind of happy that it is gone. One of his cold hands sneaks under the hem of your jumper, fingertips trailing up and down your side, the other one tugs down the hat from your head, discarding it somewhere on the table behind you before it finds its place on the side of your jaw, angling your head in a way that allows him to deepen the kiss even more, the contact of your lips growing firmer as seconds go by.Â
Your scarf is swiftly untangled off your neck, Sunwooâs skilled lips blindly trailing down the side of your mouth towards your jaw, feathery kisses ticking you before he gets more bold and sucks on the side of your throat, a shaky breath shyly escaping your lips.
âSunwooâŚâ you say, tone of voice not really present, no real intention behind the call of his name.
The boy hums against your neck, having you gasp again when he lightly bites the softness of your skin, your hands shooting up to tangle in his hair when he licks the spot to soothe it after. Threading your fingers through his locks to ground yourself, you canât believe you ever hoped for him to get a trim.
His hands firmly hold the underside of your thighs before he hoists you up on the table, continuing his confident attack on your neck when youâre sitting comfortably on the hard surface. Itâs not like you didnât feel excited, the tiniest bit thrilled at the mental image of his possessive marks all over your throat, but you were glad it was freezing outside and you could wear a turtleneck to hide the bruises from your family tomorrow. He nuzzles his nose into the hot skin of your neck, the action making you grin in ecstasy and endearment.
Getting lost in the way he was handling you, his touches firm, yet delicate, acted out in a way that makes you feel safe and comfortable with his passionate ministrations, you almost donât notice the door swinging open, the figure of your boss like striking like the lightning in the doorway of the screening room.
âSunwoo!â
The boy jumps, his body quickly ungluing itself off yours, as he listens to his father scolding him. âI donât care what you two have going on over here, but youâre on clock! Thereâs a line waiting for the tickets for tomorrowâs movie and someone has to sell them right now.â
The boy clears his throat, voice a little hoarse. âComing,â he says, trying to keep his composure. His hairâs a little tousled, cheeks rosy and lips puffedâ the image that will haunt you in your sweetest nightmares nowâ and before you get a chance to say anything or let your brain process the events of the last few minutes, your panic works faster, making you act.
Quickly scattering for your things, you run out of the projecting room without saying goodbye to either Sunwoo or your boss, never once looking back.
You think of what youâve done on your way home, bones freezing now that they werenât in his presence. You try hard to regret your actions, but you donât find it in you to do soâ itâs kind of hard with the feeling of his lips still playing with yours.
Even though youâd hate to admit it just a few weeks ago, you must do it now.Â
Kim Sunwoo does make a really good kisser.
TONIGHTâS PREMIERE â PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005)
There are many thoughts swimming around your brain as you walk through the coldness of the town the next day, your duffel bag hanging off your shoulder. Thereâs a conflict between the actions of your body and your thoughts â feet on their journey to the train station, but head stuck in the small projection room of your workplace, your coworkerâs kisses occupying your every sober thought.
Itâs not surprising, but you haven't heard from Sunwoo since you left the cinema last night. Not a single text or a callâ but you figure that this is just your dynamic. Sunwooâs never been much of a texter when it came to you. Heâs never had the reason to text or call you, unless it was work-related, and you think it will stay that way, even though you did make out with him just last night.
Maybe he regretted it. Maybe he just didnât feel like pondering on the events any longerâ maybe it was just a one-time thing for him and he didnât put much significance to it. You wouldnât knowâ itâs not like youâre suddenly an expert on the way he feels and operates.Â
You, though? How do you feel about the turn of events? Despite not wanting to admit it to yourself, the answer came to you the second you tried to fall asleep last night, every soaring thought in your brain showing you the reflection of his dazed look, desires of wanting him to look at you that way all the time oh so skilfully infesting themselves into every crevice of your neocortex. You want Sunwoo to like you. You want Sunwoo to want you. You want Sunwoo to be so enchanted with your existence that he thinks about you before he goes to sleep at nightâ just like you have done for the past few weeks.Â
The answer comes to you again when you feel something wet fall on the top of your cheek, making you turn your eyes towards the sky. Your breathing comes out in puffs of air as you watch the magic happen right in front of youâ and as you watch the snowflakes scatter all around the place, you are in another inner argument. While the rational side of your brain is screaming at you to keep walking to the station so you donât miss your train home, the delirious side is cooperating with your feet for once, your figure crossing to the other side of the street and walking over to the place you could get to even with your eyes closed at this point; all because you suddenly remember the conversation you had with Sunwoo when you were putting on ornaments to the Christmas tree.
Itâs the first snow of the season.Â
Kim Sunwoo loves it when it snows.
Speed-walking towards the vintage movie theater at the corner of the townâs square, you feel something akin to childish excitement bubbling in your insides, a hint of nervousness inviting itself into your insides when you push the door open and aim straight towards the ticket booth, where you know Sunwoo will be sitting, wasting another shift away.
Heâs thereâ eyes pressed towards the window, gaze following the snowflakes kissing the cold ground. You expected more excitement in his character, more childlike joy in his figureâ and after taking in his composure: shoulders slouching and fingers picking at the skin of his cuticles, you suddenly feel silly for coming.
Well, here goes nothing, you think.
âSunwoo,â you call, making the boy snap his head towards you in surprise, big eyes meeting yours the moment he recognises your voice.
You donât receive a verbal response for a while. The boy just stares at you, a bit hesitant and clueless. His face reminds you of a small puppy trying to take in the new situation in front of it. His lips are formed into a small pout, gears in his brain turning and trying to process the reality of having you standing there, face beaten from the cold.
Clearing your throat, you try to take charge of the situation. âItâs snowing outside,â you say, eyes peering out of the window, all thoughts suddenly escaping your brain, words blanking off your tongue, âand, well⌠you said you like the snow, soâŚâ
The boyâs mouth hangs agape, a twinkle in his eyes slowly appearing once again when he stares at you, your nervousness doing wonders to your conversation skills. âI- I donât even know what I wanted to say with that, itâs just- I donât know⌠I saw it was snowing and I automatically came here, so-â you stutter, the sentence cutting off as Sunwoo jumps to his feet and grins, wordlessly taking your hand into his and dragging you outside.
The duffel bag falls off your shoulder somewhere in the middle of the hall, discarded to the floor, before Sunwoo sharply halts in his steps and runs back towards the ticket booth, still dragging you with him by the hand. The boy grabs something off the table, the item not visible in your rear point of view, and before you have a chance to register whatâs happening, youâre outside of the building again, coldness instantly slapping you in the face.
Itâs dark out, but the heaviness of the snow provides enough light in the silent evening for you to see where youâre going under the yellow lampposts on the street. Instantly noticing the lack of Sunwooâs warm hand in yours when he suddenly lets go, you turn your head to look at the male.
Terror fills your veins when you notice him gathering snow from the ground and pressing it into a tight ball, a screech escaping your throat when you watch him swing it at you, a playful, boyish grin playing with his features. The male chases you around and most of the snowballs don't even hit your running figure (he does have an awful aim), but you still duck anyway and try your hardest to win your snowball fight.
Numb fingers creating snowballs and halting them at his tall frame, but missing most of the time due to his fast reflexes, you laugh and let go of all the worries and questions clouding your judgment. Sunwoo looks enthusiastic, so much more lively than when you found him in the ticket booth just a few minutes agoâ but thatâs still not enough for you to let him win.
Gathering the icy texture into your hands, you run towards him, taking advantage of his inattention as heâs bent over and taking more snow into his hold, and halt the whiteness into his face just as he straightens his back and wants to prepare for his attack.
More laughter bubbles out of your chest when you watch him drop his snowball to the ground, admitting defeat. The snow is all over his faceâ slowly running down his cheeks like teardrops, redness tinting his nose and the sides of his face.Â
The male shudders from the cold, and you instantly start feeling bad. Only now you realize that he ran out without a coat, a gasp escaping your throat. âOh god,â you mourn, hands flying towards his frozen face to wipe off the snow from his cheeks, fingers carefully tracing over his cold skin. His eyes open as he watches you, something in his gaze so tender you feel yourself melting even in the middle of the snowstorm.
The male shuffles his hands into the front pocket of his gray hoodie, taking out the item you now recognise to be the hat you accidentally forgot in the projecting room yesterday (and already mentally paid goodbye to), his frozen fingers tugging the fabric onto your head.Â
âWhy are you putting this on me? Youâre the one thatâs freezing over here!â you scold him, shaking your head at the male.Â
He rewards you with an amused grin, watching your next moves. Acting on auto-pilot, not really putting much thought into your actions, you unzip your jacket and step impossibly near to the male. Holding the jacket open, you hug him around his middle, making sure you are sharing the warmth with him and keeping him as close as possible, shielding him from the cold with both the fabric of your puffer jacket and the heat radiating off your body.
Faces just inches away from each other, you peer at his face. He wears a warm expression, eyes peeking out from behind his dark bangs. Clouds of breath escape his mouth when he speaks, voice quiet, as if to not ruin the atmosphere. âI thought you would regret it,â he says, making you break out into a foolish smile.
âI thought so too,â you nod.
âAnd you donât?â
Shrugging, you reply. âNot really.â
âWhy?â he asks, suddenly doubtful. âYou said you hated me. Which was odd to hear, honestly, since I did all this to get your attention anyway and I thought it was just how our dynamic works, but⌠I could see how it could be annoying to youâŚâ
Chuckling, you roll your eyes at the sudden revelation. Itâs sickeningly sweet how endearing he looks when he doubts himself, explaining himself to you in a nervous blabber. âI donât hate you. At least not anymore.â
âYou donât?â
âNo,â you shake your head, a tender gaze shared between the two of you, âI actually quite like you, I thinkâŚâ you mumble, a little bashful to admit it out loud.
âYou do?â he asks, the twinkle in his eye glimmering twice as much as ever before, tone of voice playful, yet laced with honest joy and surprise at your confession.
âI do,â you nod, voice barely louder than a whisper as you watch him lean closer towards your face, cold nose bumping into yours before he angles his head, breath mixing in with yours in the few seconds before he dares to kiss you again, capturing your lips with his.
The kiss is sweet. The kiss tastes of strawberry mints and the first snow, of unsaid confessions and longing looks sent your way every time you werenât looking. The kiss makes your stomach fill with a thousand little butterflies, it melts away the ice around you, the two of you like a spark of a fire in the middle of a snowy land.Â
His actions have your composure faltering, hands untangling from behind him and moving up to cradle his face. He melts under your touch, leaning into you as your fingers trail over his cheekbones. Holding on to him, thumbs padding his soft skin, youâre reminded of the cold only when he breaks off you and shudders again, teeth clattering from the freezing temperature.
âLetâs get you inside,â you say, planting a short peck to his lips, âbefore you turn into an icicle,â you giggle, watching as he scrunches up his face.
âI wonât,â he shakes his head, âlove warms me up,â he grins, making you roll your eyes at his bold statement.
âYouâre so cheesy.â
âBut you quite like me anyways, no?â
Sighing, moving away from him and tugging him back inside the cinema, you shake your head at the boy. âIâll think about it on my train home,â you bite back, opening the door to the theater and aiming towards the duffel bag you dropped on your way out.
Sunwoo watches you with a warm gaze, an adorable smile playing with his lips. His figure seems to be visibly taking in the heat again, his face adorning a flush, pink color.Â
âSo I take it as youâre not quitting anymore, then?â he teases as you walk back to the door, both of you ignoring the customers waiting for their tickets in the line in front of the forgotten booth.
âWeâll see,â you shrug.
âIâll text you the schedule for January?â
âYou better text me about something else too, Kim Sunwoo,â you bark back, opening the door towards the cold landscape, âor youâre gonna have a very uncomfortable return back to work in January!â
The boy laughs, the noise like a Christmas carol to your ears. âNoted.â
Slipping outside, you watch as he waves at you goodbye, your feet dragging through the snow towards the train station having more pep to their step now. You donât even know if you can make it to the train on time, but you surprisingly have no regretsâ you can always catch the next one, right?
Mentally wanting to slap yourself for the lovesick grin playing with your lips, you sigh.Â
The male that once made your life a living hell is now the one you look forward to seeing the most once you come back after Christmas break. Itâs kind of strange, really.Â
One would think that working with movies on the daily would prepare you better for the biggest plot twist of your life.
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Mother..... im so sorry đđ but i swear this ones fun!!
What about another part to poly!moonwater where theres a party but Reg and Rem are running late.
Reg: * anxious and fidgety*
Rem: you know we dont have to go
Reg: no no no we most definetly do, anyway its not that. You havent seen y/n in this environmemt before have you?? She thrives in this kind of environment.
Rem: cant be that bad.....
Reg: đś think of Potter, Barty amd my brother in one person.
Rem: đââď¸đââď¸đĽ˛
So when they get there reader is dancing on tables with Barty and Siri. Just the kind of person who lets go in that kinda vibe, doesnt even have to drink, its just the atmosphere that causes her personality to do a whole 180°. The kinda person you habe to but an airtag on so you dont loose them
I love it I love it I love it I love it
poly!moonwater x fem!reader
CW: mention of drinking, drunkenness and alcohol. Friends looking after their drunk friends. Friends bullying their other drunk friends (lovingly)
Remus was thankful that tonightâs Hogwarts party wasnât being hosted in Gryffindor tower. Not only did James and Sirius get far too invested before, during, and afterwards, but it was also just harder to enjoy on account of watching what was basically your living room be trashed by a bunch of drunks.Â
But tonight, he was going to be able to enjoy a nice time with his friends without any of the responsibility of having to clean up after said friends.Â
And better yet, he was going to enjoy a nice time with you and Regulus; the first party the three of you would attend together as partners.
You had been very excited for tonight and had volunteered to help set up, whilst Remus opted to wait for Regulus who had quidditch practice before hand.Â
And Remus was currently very happy with his choice as he got to watch Regulus change out of his quidditch gear and into his party attire.
âWould you quit ogling me, you fiend.â Regulus muttered as be buttoned the cufflinks into his dress shirt. Remus would have made fun of him for dressing so formally to a dorm party if he didnât look so bloody good.
âNope.â He said, popping the P.
Regulus rolled his eyes, but Remus could see a small smirk playing on his lips.
Regulus let out a steadying breath and turned to Remus. âAre you ready?â
Remus smiled before puckering his lips instead of answering. Regulus looked like he thought he should be annoyed, but ultimately gave in and pressed a kiss to the werewolfâs lips, hovering slightly above him as Remus sat reclined onto his elbows on Regulusâ bed.
Regulus pulled away all too quickly for Remusâ liking and began fussing in front of the mirror again, clearly anxious.
âAre you alright?â He asked gently, sitting up properly.
Regulus sighed but nodded in the affirmative.
âWe donât have to go, you know.â Remus tried, mistaking the boyâs nerves for being reclusive. Â
Regulus kind of snorted at that and looked at Remus with a raised eyebrow. âNo, we should go. In fact, we ought to go...like, now.â
Remus felt his brows furrow as Regulus headed towards the door, getting up and following him out obediently.
âThis isnât one of those âif we go sooner, we can leave soonerâ tactics, is it? Because with James and Sirius, I promise you that wonât work.â
Regulus laughed. âNo, though Iâd like to point out I am not afraid of those sods.â
âWell, who are you afraid of that has you sprinting to Ravenclaw tower right now?â Remus asked, causing Regulus to grimace a little guiltily as he slowed his stride for the lycanthrope.Â
âSorry... I guess you havenât seen Y/N at one of these?â Regulus asked.
Remus realized then that your paths had never really crossed until this year, being a year below him and hanging out with a different crowd. âNo, I guess not. Why?âÂ
Regulus laughed. âOh gods. Youâll see.â
âCome on, she canât be that bad.â Remus said with a scoff.Â
Regulus rolled his eyes and smirked. âIf I had one way to describe Y/N at a party, it would be a combination of Potter after a quidditch win, Sirius after four shots of firewhiskey and Barty.â
Remusâ steps faltered as he put the pieces together in his head. Regulus paused as well, making eye contact with him before understanding seemed to cross between them, and they both took off in a sprint towards the Ravenclaw tower.Â
As they rounded the last spiral of the staircase, they stepped past the silencing spell that had been placed around it and could feel the vibrations from the music booming in the room.Â
A third year Ravenclaw who had been paid for their service in Honeydukes chocolates answered the riddle to allow entrance to Regulus and Remus, and the sight took Remusâ breath away.Â
You can dance! You can ji-ive.
You were standing dancing on the mantle of a grand fireplace with Sirius on one side of you and one of the Prewett twins on the other.
Having the time of your lives. Oooooh.
James looked like heâd been trying all evening to get up on that mantle with you guys, but in his inebriated state, Lily was easily preventing him from doing so. Â
See that girl!
Both Sirius and... Fabian (if Remus guessed correctly) knelt to dramatically point at you who quickly struck a cheeky pose, earning the three of you cheers (but Remus was sure most of the applause was on your account).
Watch that scene!
Sirius pretended to play a riff on a guitar and Fabian did a scary looking spin from his place on the mantle whilst you opted to shimmy your shoulders in time with the music.Â
Digging the dancing queen!
And to Remusâ absolutely horror, Fabian launched himself off of the mantle, seemingly making his mark by landing on the couch but apparently, he hadnât taken into account the springs in the sofa which promptly launched him back off of the couch and had him landing on the wooden coffee table, causing it to splinter and break underneath him.Â
Sirius looked like he was going to either fall off the mantle or piss his pants from laughing too hard, clutching your arm as you laughed along with him.Â
Over Remusâ dead body would Sirius fall off a fireplace mantle and take you down with him.
He bodily moved through the crowd and stepped over Fabian without a second thought to stand below you (and Sirius, technically). Remusâ heart rate skyrocketed even more standing here below you, seeing as he was about 192cm (~6â3) and the mantle stood basically at his eyebrows.
He wanted to chide you, but your face cleared beautifully once you recognized who was standing below you.
âRemmy!â You cried as Sirius cheered âMoony!â
âI know I call you âdoveâ baby girl, but that doesnât mean you can fly!â He called up to you, any reprimand likely belittled by the beaming smile he was shooting at you.Â
He held his hands up to you, and you quickly abandoned Siriusâ arms in exchange for his. With his hands under your armpits he gently lowered you back down to your proper height (which Remus much preferred).Â
âHi Rem!â You cheered at him. âI missed you.â
Your words were clear and loud if a little slurred.Â
âI missed you!â Remus replied with a smile as Regulus quickly added âhow many drinks have you had?â from his place behind him, apparently having made sure his âidiot brother didnât break anything on his trip off the mantleâ. Remus had sort of forgotten Sirius was there at all, to be honest.Â
You seemed a little worried at Regulusâ question before he quickly added âI need to know how many I need to catch up to you, mon chĂŠri.â
âNice save.â Remus muttered to him.
âUhm, maybe four?â You offered.
âGot it, think you can handle a refill?â He asked, placing a kiss to your temple. Remus wanted to eat the two of you up, you were just so cute.
âIâm on water for a bit!â You cheered back at him.
âSo smart, dovey. Nice call.â Remus praised you. You beamed back at him in response.Â
âSânot fair!â James shouting interrupted your chat.
âIâll go get you a drink too, okay?â Regulus whispered into Remusâ ear before quickly taking off, clearly not interested in the whining of an inebriated James Potter.
âMânot âllowed to dance on thâmantle, mânot allowed to-to play with the play with the suitâs oâarmours. Whyâd I even come.â James cried miserably between hiccups.
âJames, you cannot sword fight with the suits of armours, you will lose. When you lose a sword fight, you die.â Lily reprimanded, clearly at her wits end with her boyfriend.
âAwe, tough hand mate. Hey! Can I challenge you to a chugging contest?â Remus said, clapping James on the back.
James seemed to brighten up at that as Lily quickly scowled at him. Remus offered the redhead a wink as he plucked your cup of water out of your hands and handed it to James.
ââkay, but no cheating!â James called to Remus. Remus figured James was too drunk to realize one couldnât really cheat at a chugging contest, but Remus didnât plan on winning anyway.
Regulus had returned at the perfect time for Remus to take a drink and bring it to his lips. James, in his enthusiasm ended up wearing most of the water, but claimed he won after downing the rest of it.
âNo way James, I want a rematch!â Remus called, grabbing the new cup of water Regulus had brought over for you - quickly promising to make it up to you - and handing it off to James.
The group ended up being able to keep James entertained by challenging him to âchugging contestsâ whilst handing him cups of water until he had to pee.Â
Remus got to watch you flit around the party, dancing to your hearts content (though, he did make sure to discourage you from anymore high surface areas. When he couldnât, he made sure to spot you from below), and even convincing Regulus to ball dance with you, even though it was to the likes of Jackson 5. Though you quickly abandoned him for Sirius when Play That Funky Music came on.
Remus was sat in a large cushioned chair with Regulus in his lap as they watched you, clearly in your element.Â
âGods, sheâs fun.â Remus whispered to his boyfriend. Regulus breathed out a chuckle and leaned further into Remus.
âShe is. She can be trouble sometimes though. Probably good that Bartyâs nowhere to be found.â
Regulusâ voice trailed off confusedly at the end.
âWhat is it?â Remus asked, but you came barrelling over to them, slightly sweaty and breathless from your dancing.
âHi.â You breathed excitedly, falling to your knees in front of them.
âHi dovey! Having fun?â Remus asked, bringing his hand not currently holding his drink and wrapped around Regulusâ waist to caress your face. His heart squeezed as your eyes closed and you leaned into the touch. âSâmuch fun.â
âAmour, where is Barty?â Regulus asked.
Your eyebrows furrowed momentarily before a cheeky smile crossed your face as you remembered.
âOh, heâs...hanging around.â You offered vaguely.Â
âShould I be worried?â Regulus asked cautiously, earning him a snort from Lily as she hauled a nearly sleeping James over to the couch beside them.
âThe sod was swinging from the chandelier and got stuck. None of us bothered trying to get him down â heâs fast asleep.â She explained, gesturing to the ceiling with a nod of her head.
Sure enough, nearly right above them, Barty was passed out cold as if he were simply swinging in a hammock.Â
âHm...â Regulus deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at you. âAmour, did someone bet Barty that he couldnât manage to get to the chandelier?âÂ
âNo.â You answered quickly, defiantly. Regulus continued staring impassively at you until you sighed. âI bet him he couldnât get down from the chandelier.âÂ
âAnd she was right.â Lily added, giving you a fist bump.
Regulus let out a long suffering sigh, causing Remus to chuckled and rub his side placatingly.Â
âFair enough, sweets.â He conceded.
âEasy for you to say.â Regulus muttered. âYou arenât responsible for getting him down.â
âJust leave him up there.â Sirius commented; he wasnât quite as drunk as Remus expected him to be, but his movements were still sloppy as he moved to sit on the floor beside you. âThatâs apparently what friends do.â He said pointedly, glaring at Remus and sticking his tongue out at him.
âI had more important priorities.â He said, winking down at you.
âAre-are you s,saying that Y/Nâs more impo- important than your mate, Rmussss?â James said â barely â through hiccups.
âCertainly prettier priorities.â Regulus commented.
âOi!â Sirius shouted far louder than necessary. âYou take that back!âÂ
âIâll do no such thing.â Regulus responded casually.Â
Sirius went to stand from his place, no doubt to try to roughhouse his brother.Â
âItâs okay Sirius. I think youâre very pretty. Next time, you can be the dancing queen.â You placated. Sirius turned to look at you like you hung the moon.
âReally?!â He cried. You nodded, causing the sod to launch himself, tackling you in a hug and causing the two of you to fall over.
âOi! Donât crush my darlinâ girl, Pads!â Remus called at the same time as Regulus spat âif she has so much as one fucking bruise Sirius, I swear to Salazar...â
âDo forgive him,â Lily commented, âhe was just informed he could be the next dancing queen.â
âWhy mess with perfection? I happen to think Y/N was a wonderful dancing queen!â Marlene called from somewhere behind Remus.
âI MISSED DANCING QUEEN!?â Barty screeched from his aerial prison above them.
Regulus let out another long-suffering sigh as he stood, lifted you up out of Siriusâ grasp and placed you in his vacated spot on Remusâ lap. âIâll go get my broom to get him down...â
âHowâd you manage to win that bet, dove?â Remus whispered as Regulus disappeared through the door, pressing his nose to the pulse point of your neck.
âSticking charm.â
Remus chuckled and felt the breaths leaving his nose bounce off your skin and back into his face.Â
âMy cheeky little minx.â
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It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.
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hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic
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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((
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pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
a/n: this one is kinda short, but i kinda like it? i wrote that big speech spencer gives first out of self indulgence and the rest came after so i hope it meshed well. i love hearing yalls thoughts so please let me know what you think!!!! ALSO, im taking requests! guidelines are in my pinned, and im adding a smut prompt list if yall wanna choose from that too, or not thats cool too. lastly i just wanna say that if you relate to reader, i love you, youâre not alone, and you are worthy of love and kindness. okay im done yapping now love yall <3
cw: hurt/comfort, fluff, allusions to depression and depressive episode, gn!insecure!reader, spencer is a sweetheart that would rebuild pompeii for you i think
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spencer found you on the couch when he got home from the office. he hadnât heard from you in like, a day, and he just assumed you were busy with work just as he was. but when he walked in his heart clenched at the sight in front of him.
you were curled up on the couch facing away from the door, blankets all but covering your head, tissues scattered everywhere. you had dirty dishes and trash lying around the room, but spencer didnât even have time to think about the germs when he heard you take a shuddering breath, and he felt his heart drop.
he drops his bag with a thud and hopefully announces his presence. âhi honey, iâm home,â he starts, not wanting to overwhelm you too fast. you donât respond, just a soft hum that if spencerâs ears werenât focused on your voice heâd have missed it. he pads over to the edge of the couch and kneels down, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, âwhat happened?â
youâre quiet for a few seconds like youâre thinking of a good excuse to tell him, but when you look up into his eyes and all youâre met with is sheer concern, the tears spring right back into you and fall further into your losing battle.
âokay no, hey, itâs alright,â he whispers, keeping his hand steady on you, âwhat can i do for you right now? did you eat?â you shake your head, âhow about you go wash your face really quick and put on different pjs, and iâll order takeout.â
the tears gather in your eyes and threaten to fall, âokayâ. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and helps you sit up on the couch, smoothing your hair further down.
âiâll be right here when you get back.â he squeezes your hand.
you tiredly swipe at your eyes and trudge to your room to wash your face and get clothes, trying your best to avoid any mirror so as not to accept your current state. walking back out, spencer is exactly where he said heâd be, but the trash and dishes have been picked up, clean blankets adorn the couch, and the tv softly hums with the new girl intro.
he looks at you from the couch, âthai food will be here in 20 minutesâ, he moves a little to create the perfect you sized hole between his lap and the blankets, âcome sit with me.â
you walk around the couch and spencer snakes his arm around your waist slowly pulling you down so you land perfectly in the crevice he created. heâs quick to drape his arm securely around your body, the other hand finding a home in your hair. he holds you snug to his body, hoping the warmth and love he has for you can radiate between you both.
âi love you.â spencer mumbles into your head.
you take another big breath, ignoring the way you still shudder in the inhale, âi know,â a lingering pause follows. spencer can tell you want to say more and he waits for you to continue, âiâm sorry.â
he pulls back so he can look at your face, âwhy are you sorry? you didnât do anything, sweetheart.â
âi know, i just,â you try to push out as your throat threatens to seize up, âsomething triggered me in the morning, made me spiral really fast.â
âthatâs not your fault, honey.â
âitâs not but, i just feel bad. like it happens so frequently at this point i feel like this is my natural state 90% of the time.â
âitâs actually pretty common to have intense feeli-â
âi said sorry because i feel like when i get like this it makes me hard to love.â you interject abruptly.
spencer stops talking. he knew you had a hard past, and he always tells you itâs made you who you are. he always tells you how beautiful you are, how smart you are, how your kindness and empathy is something he just marvels at. but he also knew he can only say so much that you would actually believe. spencer doesnât mind using every breath he has to remind you.
he held your face with the palm of his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his honeyed eyes, âit is deeply important to me that you know how much i love and care about you. i know itâs hard to block out what other people think. but i would spend the rest of my life and then some showing you how worthy you are of being loved for who you are,â he whispers, âi promise you are not hard to love. iâm so sorry that people have made you feel like that. but i mean it when i say, that loving you is the easiest thing i've ever done.â
that was all you needed to just break in the comfort of his arms. you were trailing snot and tears onto his shirt and the only thing he did was pull you even closer to his chest. his hand ran up and down your back to soothe your spine, and his other hand remained on your hip, providing a comforting and reminding pressure.
âdo you really mean that?â you couldnât help but ask meekly.
not even a second passes, âalways. you are my now, my tomorrow, my forever. i will always be here for you, pinky promise.â he holds out his slender pinky finger.
you let out a tearful laugh, âa pinky promise? what has the man of science devolved to.â
âdevolved!? iâll have you know, a pinky promise is actually the most sacred and serious promises of all. it actually dates back to ancient japan when this prostitute had to cu-â
âspence,â you hold out your pinky, âi love you.â
he intertwines with yours and raises your joint hands to kiss his thumb to seal it as you do the same, âi love you.â he leans in to place a longing kiss on your lips before moving to kiss your cheeks, nose, forehead, and then just everywhere until youâre giggling in his lap.
you both turn your attention back to the tv, watching winston and schmidt fight over their names when you blurt out, âokay iâm intrigued. what the fuck does a prostitute have to do with pinky promises.â
he laughs accusingly, âah i knew curiosity would kill the cat. so there was this prostitute who had to cut their pinky off to show devotion of their love toâŚâ
and you let his knowledge rambles lull you to sleep, the most restful one in days.
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hello oml i luv ur writing, iâm feeling kind of angsty tonight so i wanted to request a monster trio and fem reader where they get caught cheating and then like beg for her (love when men beg!) but the reader doesnât take them back >:0
it's the way i know these men will never cheat so i had such a hard fucking time writing this out (hence its trash) but ask and it shall be delivered (can you tell im a people pkeaser? yes or yes?)
also, so sorry it took me forever to write this out!!!
"i wish i never met you" ft. the monster trio!
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader
set-up: angst, thats it thankyou (thanks to anon for the idea!!)
warnings: i tried writing angst (and miserably failed), 'nuff said; also loads and loads of cursing im sorry (also couldn't write anything for sanji im so sorry)
luffy:
- "luffy?" your voice comes out as a meek whisper, blending into the night air as you see your boyfriend kissing another woman's neck in the middle of the bar - to be fair, you were on a break. you had asked him for some space but that was less than 24 hours ago and now you saw the captain of your crew entertaining a woman in his lap - "yn?" his eyes dart over to you and there's heavy guilt in his voice but you're turning away, walking away from the man you had come to win back he's running after you, his hands outstretched to catch you in your stride - "yn" he says again as he turns you to face him - a faint humming and thumping ran rampant against your cranium, visioning blurring, throat constricting till every breath felt like concrete against your burning chest - he looked guilty. the usually happy-go-lucky man seemed as though he was about to fall apart. his eyes were wide, laced with vague uncertainty and fear; his voice trembled, words faltering at the tip of his tongue as if a cursed melody - "i cannot believe you, luffy" your voice kissed your ears in a tremble as you're surprised that you can still speak, "fuck, i mean i thought you fucking loved me?" "it's not what- i do. i do, i love you." he sucks in a breath, eyes closing with great strain, "yn, its not. it's ussop, he suggested-" - ussop "suggested"???? "are you for real?" you scoff and feel the soft tears cascade down your cheeks, "ussop said shit and you decided to go fuck some random fucking woman?" - you're turning your back at him again but he pulls you towards him till your face is against his chest and his fingers interweave with your hair; you shouldn't like this. you shouldn't relish in his familiar warmth and smell and you shouldn't want to hug him when he presses a chaste kiss against your temple. you shouldn't listen to him when he says "trust me, i love you so much please" - he cheated on you, godfuckingdammit. - and he saw no problems with it till you showed up and caught him in his little fucking act. - he doesn't get to cheat on you a day after you guys went on break and then fucking have the audacity to hold you close to him as if the blood wasn't on his hands, as if he wasn't the one ruining it all. - as if he wasn't the one planning to fuck a woman tonight and return to your warm embrace tomorrow as if it never happened. - "let me go" your voice was eerily calm against his futile apologies "what? yn, no, it was a kiss i promise just one fucking ki-" "luffy, let go." - so he did - your vision blurred, your breath hitched and you walked away. you walked away from arms that had been your home on cold mornings, from eyes that traced over your face with love, from that faint smell of coconuts and a bright smile. - how can you be homesick when he was the one who wrecked it all? - but he let you go, so, you walked away.
zoro:
- somehow, you saw it all play out and now here you were, looking like the fool - fuck, how naĂŻve were you? didn't you notice it when his touches became faint, his hands only finding yours if he had to fuck out some frustrations; his smiles became a rare occurrence. didn't you notice when he relied more on a bottle of sake than you? so fucking naĂŻve. - you couldn't stand this party. all your friends were busy mingling with the other pirate fleet and your boyfriend had disappeared an hour into this stupid event (maybe he was passed out somewhere after drinking too much), so what were you to do except escaping into your room and spending the night away all alone? - but you could hear moaning from outside the door, faint screeches and curses. but most importantly, you could hear your own boyfriend's voice repeating the same phrases so sacred to you - opening the door with the key you had, you walked into the scene - the blood rushed into your ear and suddenly every little jolt of the sunny made you feel like you would throw up. the world swayed under your feet as you took in the tangle of limbs that lay in front of you - "zo? zoro?" "yn- fuck, what the fuck" he was frozen, the other woman covering herself in your sheets, snuggling against your boyfriend in your room. - you were gonna be fucking sick. - "yn, what are you- doing here, i-" his voice trembled, eyes darting between you and the floor, avoiding your scorching gaze. - "are you fucking kidding me?" to your surprise, a small laugh escaped you despite the shock and the dew clinging onto your lashline. you repeated, as if unaware you had already spoken once, "you have to be fuckin' kidding me, fucking christ zoro." "i can expain, ple-" he got off the bed, putting on his pants and the other woman used the opportunity to pick up her dress and slip out "explain? explain to me how you fucked that woman?" you seethed, the words lingering on your tongue like a bitter aftertaste. - his hands over his eyes, he paced around, "yn just lis-" "no fucking go ahead." the tear streaks glided past your cheek, burning as they dripped off your chin and onto the hardware flooring, "explain to me how you fucked her, did you do it the same way you fuck me? was it good? did she-" - his tone shifted, as if resentment deep within boiled to the surface, "why do you fucking care now? huh?" "why dO I CARE? ZORO CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF? YOU FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND-" "AND WHAT?" his voice softened when you flinched at the sudden high tone, "and fucking what yn? i've been nothing but fucking miserable and you could barely notice" "I DID NOTICE. I DID FUCKING NOTICE AND WH-what- i tried everything. i tried to make you happy but you being miserable was enough reason for you to ch- fucking cheat on me?" your voice trembled, tears pouring down and chest heaving. - as if the gravity of the situation weighed in on his all at once, his face contorted till all he could display was sheer, stark guilt "i- fuck" he took a step towards you, arm outstretched as if to pull you towards him - but you took a step back - "yn" he whispered, "i dont know why i- fuck, why did i fucking do that? im sorry, listen to me im sorry-" "you're sorry?" you scoffed, "take that sorry and shove it up your fucking ass" - with that, you were gone. finding yourself back at the party, gulping down pint after pint of booze till you woke up with a hammering headache and a pair of foreign arms wrapped around your torso - and when you turned to look at it, you missed the familiar green locks of hair - but fuck roronoa zoro, right?
sanji:
- im so so so so so sorry but i cannot write anything for this man. if he's with you, he's down bad.
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Hello hello hellooo I saw hsr and APPEARED I must ask for Kafka with a stoic s/o like everyone in danger s/o is hurt and their just like âow oh nođâ
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â details. kafka, dan heng, jing yuan, blade x gn!reader (separate). fluff. tw: descriptions of injuries. all of them might be ooc im sorry sjhdhksjkd
kafka
she honestly takes this as grounds to tease you and attempt to find what makes you tick â she finds it as a fun challenge to see what would be able to make your expression shift.
having an unreadable demeanour is an advantage in her profession, as well as having the ability to maintain a calm exterior no matter what the situation. so really, kafka mostly doesnât have any qualms about your behaviour, especially since it also gives her a bit of entertainment from time to time
well, she doesnât have any qualms about it until you rock up with a concerning injury, but seem to be regarding it with nothing but utter nonchalance.
her light plum eyes narrow slightly, examining the long cut down your arm with a hint of scrutiny within her gaze. kafka âtskâs, glancing up to meet your eyes for a moment; a silent question wondering about how youâre so calm about this.
despite how her hands are quick to reach out and grasp your arm, her hold on you is gentle.
she pulls you closer, saying something about how you shouldnât take your injuries so lightly. kafka whisks you away to a more secluded place and has you sit down while she takes on the role of your temporary personal medic.
âyou should take more care of your own wellbeing, alright? sit still and let me treat your wounds.â her words are spoken with something like a drawl, tilting her head as she speaks, but she pats your head and gets to work with helping you afterwards.
dan heng
well, then you wouldnât be the only one on the astral express who exhibits calm behaviour all the time â but admittedly, youâre more proficient at keeping it up than dan heng is.
he tells himself that itâs one less thing to worry about, since your other companions are already quite the group to take care of. march is always running off to take photos or poke in othersâ business, and the trailblazerâs probably digging through trash cans for... who knows what, honestly.
youâre reliable and composed, and he appreciates this aspect of you. itâd certainly come in handy in many situations, and so again, he tells himself that he doesnât have to worry about you...
but he is still very much worried.
especially upon spotting the thin but long cut on the side of your torso.
his eyebrows furrow â this is one of the few situations where you actually manage to catch a glimpse of him showing pure unconcealed concern.
dan heng sighed, inquiring about how you even got that and if it hurts a lot. regardless of your response to the either question, heâs already on helping clean and patch up the injury. âbattles are inevitable along our journey, but you should be more on-guard next time.â he said, checking his handiwork and making sure that the bandages were secure.
jing yuan
itâs part of what makes you very interesting to him, actually â seeing how most things never really crack your solid exterior.
people donât usually come across someone like you every day. even for xianzhou natives, who naturally have much longer lifespans than others, donât often meet someone with your level of calm. even jing yuan himself couldnât say that heâs met many individuals who share your traits, even with his experience.
itâs good to be levelheaded in a fight, whether it be physical or verbal. jing yuan quietly appreciates your ability to keep a clear mind and keep your sights set on the goal. itâs a good skill for people to have on the battlefield.
itâs simultaneously fascinating and concerning to see how you still donât bat an eye even when youâre injured. for a brief moment, jing yuan ponders over whether he should accompany you the next time you are headed out into the places on the luofu which are more packed with mara-struck soldiers.
he knows that youâre a capable fighter on your own, but how could you expect him not to worry on your behalf when youâve ended up injuring yourself like this?
however, tending to your wounds takes precedence over those other matters, so he pushes that aside and helps you out first.
the general certainly isnât a medical professional, but he at least knows how to dress a wound. with many years of experience on the battlefield under his belt, this comes naturally to him. after cleaning the gash, he carefully wraps the bandages around the injured area, asking you if itâs too tight and then asking again to double-check, since he finds that attempting to get a read on your expression didnât really work too much.
jing yuan sighs, reminding you that you should be more careful next time. would you need your injuries checked by lady bailu after this? heâll accompany you on the way there.
blade
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but, unlike him, you donât possess that same self-healing ability that he has, so while it may be ironic of him to do so, heâs silently questioning your pain management abilities.
blade doesnât usually spare anyone a second look, but if you keep a careful eye out, you might catch him taking a surreptitious glance at you, silently giving your wounds a once-over. itâs curious how you manage to stay that calm even when youâre injured like that.
the sight of you getting hurt in some shape or form was a bit of a common occurrence, but no matter the severity of the injuries, you still maintained that unbothered demeanour.
huh. with that sort of behaviour you display, youâd expect someone like that to manage to not get into this many scuffles, but here you were.
clearly, out of the other stellaron hunters, you seemed more injury-prone. maybe it was something that balanced out your stoic countenance. blade has half the mind to simply drag you back to a safer area himself just to get you away from danger.
he mutters some form of curse or complaint under his breath as he sits you down onto the ground then crouches in front of you, lifting your left calf to inspect the injury. âhow do you always manage to do this?â he muttered, earning no response.
that fragmentum creature had swiped at your calf and also left a small burn. blade raised an unimpressed eyebrow, seeing your still unchanged expression.
he may be uttering some complaints and saying that he shouldnât have to look after you like some babysitter, but he in no way would tend to your injury sloppily. in contrast to his remarks, he handles your wound carefully. before you knew it, itâs been skilfully cleaned and bandaged up. ârest it.â he tells you. heâs not completely sure if youâd follow that, though, so with a scoff, blade adds that heâll make sure of it himself.
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BURIED MYSELF ALIVE | basement!gerard x reader
warnings: this is kinda intense don't read if sensitive, NSFW!!, exaggerated writing, kinda cringe but it's meant to be like that, gerard is sooo gross and pathetic, i've never written a bj scene before please be kind đ probably a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes because i could not bring myself to proofread im sorry
this was the last place you wanted to be in, like, this was genuinely a fucking hellhole.
when you walked in, the smell was almost rancid. his room was filled with trash, half-eaten chips, mountains of unwashed laundry, socks that had something in it that you didn't want to think about.
he offered for you to sit on his bed, you didn't want to, but it seemed like a better option than the floor, so you sat on the edge of bed.
you hated yourself for having the slightest bit of empathy, then maybe you wouldn't be in this place. gerard had asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie at his place after you bonded over the topic one day, and you said yes, but have been putting it off for about three weeks.
all of your friends told you to cancel on it, they said that gerard wss a gross pervert freak and that you wouldn't want anything to do with him, but whenever he'd asked you if you still wanted to watch a movie with him he'd look so pathetic and desperate, you didn't have the heart to say no. but you wished you declined it.
gerard was walking all over the place, with a panicked look and rummaging through his stuff. you thought he was probably looking for the cd that had the movie. you wondered how he could find anything in this place. while he was looking, you looked over at his bedside table, seeing dirty magazines. you let out a scoff. couldn't he have at least hidden those before i came over?
"please don't be mad.." he says, his voice filled with guilt, "i know you've- we've waited for weeks, but i can't find my CDs." he takes a seat next to you, and you hold your breath. he stared at you, you didn't know what to do or say, he was just staring awkwardly.
"it's... fine? i guess..." you said, unsettled by the way he looked at you. you swear that he almost leaned in, and you were trying to prevent anything like that from happening. his eyes was filled with infatuation, and yours was filled with absolute disgust. the way he looked at you made you feel dirty. he was so fucking pathetic, but it was kinda hot how much he seemed to like you, how much he seemed like he wanted to please you.
you turned away from him out of pure embarrassment that you thought in the slightest bit that gerard 'pervert' way was attractive or hot, but you couldn't help it. you decided that the only way to stop these thoughts was to get the fuck away from here.
"hey, i should go..." you spoke up, standing up from the spot in his bed you were sitting in. you waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you and frowned. he looked like he was about to cry. jesus fucking christ you could throw up right now.
"gerard...? are you okay?" you sigh, sitting back down. you couldn't leave him like this. you hesitate, but you put your hand on his back, comforting him. you didn't want to ask, you wanted to get out, "what's wrong?" you say through gritted teeth.
"i'm really lonely, y/n, please don't go." he rests his head on your shoulder. he starts to ramble on about something, and you tune out his voice. the more he talked, the more you started to be impatient.
"you're so fucking pathetic..." you said. out loud. fuck. your eyes widened, realizing that he had heard it. he lifted his head, but the had his gross hand on your thigh. you were going to apologize, but the way that he looked shocked made you want to rage.
"are you serious?" you snap, he looks confused and hurt. "you couldn't possibly think you had a chance, c'mon dude. you're so- i mean, you're a freak."
"i jus', uhm, i-i like youâ" before he could even finish his sentence you laughed at him. no fucking way. you turned to him again, and seeing his eyes, you knew he was genuine. his eyes were red from crying, and his cheeks flushed.
"you're so fucking pathetic, gerard. shouldn't come across as a surprise, i don't like you back." you say, standing up to leave, but before you can he reaches for your hand. his hand was calloused, it was rough.
"please-" he begs, "please, listenâ i promise you..." he doesn't know what to say, but he wants you to stay so bad. "I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything."
"no! stop it, okay? i. don't. like. you. get that shit through your head. i don't even want to be your friend, okay, you-" he cuts you off this time with a kiss. he tastes horrible, but you don't stop it. fuck it, you think. you liked the kiss.
he breaks the kiss, and you could feel his hard dick on your thigh, his face is close to yours. "give me a chance, please..." he says.
you sighed and pushed him onto his messy bed, making him sit on the end of the bed and going on your knees in front of him. you start to unbuckle his belt, then you undo his zipper. you could hear him whimper. you take out his dick, a little part of you at least expected him to have a big dick, but he doesn't. the size was fine, not like it was too small. it wasn't trimmed, and the smell was somehow stronger than other dude's dicks. you try not to think about it too much and hold your breath.
you tease the tip, licking off the precum which tastes sweet and bitter. you swirled your tongue around his tip, and feel him twitch. "fuck..." he moans. you feel his hands on your hair, petting you softly, it felt awkward though, you just brushed past it.
you give his dick a few pumps, hearing him beg for you hurry up. you spit on your hand, messily spreading it on his shaft before you part your lips to take him into your mouth. you look up at him, see his eyes closed, and head back. you kept on moving up and down, he let out a loud groan.
you continued bobbing your head up and down, you teased his balls. he made such pretty noises when you did that.
you kept your pace steady until you started to feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you began to quicken your speed until he eventually released his load in your mouth, it spread to your face and chest, and whatever was left in your mouth you swallowed.
he dropped onto his bed, panting heavily. you cleaned yourself up with a cloth you hoped was clean on his bed. it was probably filled with cum anyway.
you sat next to him. his dick was still out.
"c-can we do that again?" he tiredly asked, looking over to you.you sighed heavily. "i guess so, whatever. just don't tell anyone." you warned, rolling your eyes. welp
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( prison timeline , fluff ) since im a big cat person, Daryl goes for a run and sees a kitten all shrivelled up in a corner of the store he was looting. The first thing that popped on his mind was reader considering her constant ramblings about how cute they are. He ofcourse couldnt see the vision though. So he took it in for reader's sake and had it cuddle up inside his vest while riding his motorcycle back.
Hello anon sorry for the wait đ
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Warnings: none aside from the kitten being in bad condition when Daryl finds it ~ and mentions of dead bodies
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As the sun beat down on him, leeching sweat from his tanned skin, Daryl felt annoyed. His clothes were sticking to him and the stupid store he was meant to be looting smelled like rotten bodies, especially in this Georgian summer heat.
Nonetheless, he had a job to do. We all got jobs to do, as Beth would say. So, he tightened his bootstraps and stalked inside, suppressing a gas as he looked around at all the dead bodies that littered the floor. Up and down the aisles, he quickly realized the place had already been taken for everything it had. With hopes of finding something in the office behind the counter, he broke his way inside, only to find dusty surfaces and and old papers scattered about.
He guessed whoever ran the place wasnât the organizational type. With a sigh he finally decided to check around back for anything of potential use. The dumpster was turned over sideways, old trash bouncing around in the barely noticeable breeze. He crouched down and peeked inside the sideways bin, squinting in the sunlight. He had almost gotten up and walked away when he heard it. A tiny, pathetic little squeak. He focused his eyes, and caught sight of a tiny little black fur ball.
âThe hell?â He muttered as two big green eyes appeared against the pitch blackness of fur. He reached his long arm in and gripped the little thing, pulling it out to look it over. It was scrawny, probably barely hanging on. Itâs fur was sticky and matted, and itâs tail had some kind of injury that stunk almost as much as the dead bodies inside. âYa ainât doin too hot out here, are ya buddy?â He said softly to the dirty little thing.
Daryl was torn. One one hand, he had no time for a fucking cat of all things. On the other hand, he could practically hear your incessant ranting about how much you loved cats, and how badly you wanted one.
âNah.â He shook his head and set the little thing down, pouring some of his water in an old cup for it to drink. âY/N wonât know.â He assured himself. How could you? It wasnât like you were there.
He sighed and waved goodbye to the little kitty, who hadnât touched the water, only stared at him as it shivered to itself. He went to turn away, but he realized that the cat was shivering in the middle of the summer. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. âGod damn it.â He grumbled as he turned back and scooped up the little kitty and stomped back to his bike. âFuckinâ cat.â He kept complaining to himself, all the while tucking the little kitty inside his vest and starting up his bike.
The trip back to the prison was longer than the ride to the little store. He had to steer with one hand as the little kitty was held snug against his chest by the other.
Back home, you were the first to greet him, as per usual. You thought he may have been hurt at first, as he didnât typically ride his bike with one hand clutches to his chest. But, when he stood up and pulled a scraggly little kitten from inside his best, you practically screeched with excitement. He couldnât get a single word in before you snatched the little baby up and looked it over.
âWhere did you find this cutie?!â You asked.
âIn a dumpââ
âWhatâs its name?â
âDonât have oneââ
âWhat happened to its tail?â
âDamn it, will ya just listen?â He snapped, tired of you cutting him off. âI found it in a dumpster. Tails infected. Might not survive the night ifââ
âHershel!â You called out, skipping away from him as Rick strolled over to see what the commotion was.
âWas that a cat?â Rick asked with one eyebrow quirked up.
âShut up.â Daryl glared, throwing one leg over his bone so he could properly go park it.
âWhat about the general store? It was empty?â Rick pressed on.
âNothinâ but dead bodies and dying kittens.â
Later, when Daryl had parked and made his way inside, you were crouched over with Hershel examining the kitten, which Carl promptly named Scraps. Daryl caught the tail end of the examination.
âWell, Iâll need some supplies. Gonna need to amputate the tail, first. Itâs necrotic. Iâll also need some antibiotics and some kitten formula. It canât be more than a couple weeks old. Itâs a miracle itâs survived this long without its mother.â
Your head snapped over to Daryl immediately, eyes big and watery at the idea that they couldnât save the baby.
Hershel turned and looked at Daryl with a knowing look. Daryl groaned and shook his head.
âThereâs a farmer supply store about a mile south of here. It should have everything we need if we wanna get this cat in good shape.â The old man told him.
âJust write me a damn list.â Daryl sighed as he went to gas up his bike.
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