#will have to thank them. it is because I loved him out of spite that i now love him for real
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May I offer: Parallels between Evelyn and Gus. Both witches who found some intrigue in the human realm, went out of their way to engage with it specifically. Perhaps Evelyn found human detritus washed up on the shore, and thatâs where her interest began; Itâs what led her to building an archway near her home, and then venturing through Eclipse Lake to find a human settlement to build the other side of her portal.
And they find a lot of wonder, particularly in a human from that place; But then this is marred by the reality of witch hunters, of the same one no less, as they become familiar with how this man would even murder and desecrate his own brother in the name of genocide.
Whatâs interesting is the duality between their experiences; Evelyn goes in, perhaps excited or just curious, and after meeting Caleb, decides there must be something worth preserving in that connection. So she mightâve created the Portal before he moved out, or even with Caleb after he did, even programmed it to open in Calebâs home where they expected Philip to be; Only for Philip to already be here. He murders Caleb and later scavenges his corpse, and Evelyn buries the Portal, wanting nothing more to do with the human world.
But she didnât destroy it; She still left it intact. Maybe Evelyn decided she wanted nothing else with that place, but also considered that others might. So the time wasnât right, but eventually it will be. And that Portal is indeed later used to help fuel Gusâ obsession with humans, when one of them comes to him. And he learns and even suffers from the reality of witch hunters in his home, before finally arriving in the human realm.
And yet despite this, Gus manages to hold onto most of his loved ones, heâs lucky enough to do so, and it helps that he has more friends and allies to support one another. So in spite of just losing someone to that same human, when Gus returns home, he makes it clear that he can accept the human world, warts and all, and intends to come back. Heâs not going to let a bad actor ruin his perception and happiness, or drive him away.
And Gus succeeds! He found happiness, he met Vee who really found happiness here. So itâs not as if the human world is only good for providing a few decent people to save from it. Gus wants a mutual exchange program between the realms. And I suspect Evelyn still did as well, even if she couldnât bear to do it herself because of the trauma and grief and disillusionment; Because she knows thereâs still something there, and suspects the picture of humanity is incomplete if itâs just a racist white colony.
So one of them visits the human world, and its worst aspects follows them back, causing them to avoid the human world. The other is hurt by that lingering aspect, has to go to the human world to avoid the fallout of the aspectâs destruction, and finds so much more belonging and happiness now that this human place has changed over time. So Evelyn was right in that just wasnât the time yet for her âto return after Calebâs death or beyondâ but definitely for others later and thatâs why she left the Portal intact. So even if it is destroyed, the butterfly effect of that choice led to a new one being created.
The idealization of a place only to be let down after arriving, but not barring anyone else, VS knowing the truth and then still finding enough beauty after the visit to return, and then bringing others. The way a lot of this can be attributed to that place changing thanks to humans like Caleb and Evelyn, because some reject their alleged superiority to welcome others, and then we have immigrants like Camila who survived this system, who contribute to changing it in their own ways. And Camila could be Gusâ Caleb in one sense, as a human who welcomed him in Gravesfield, while Luz is Caleb as a human who went to the demon realm to self-actualize.
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I originally made this account to write but I then realised I hate writing so I think this is more for brain dumps and a bit of art nowâŠđ€·ââïž
Anyway new obey me (demon) oc just dropped- POV: sheâs trying to make you say some cancellable shit live on her podcast (just an unintelligible info dump below cut)
She was NAWT supposed to look so soft she was supposed to look JUDGY but covering her other brow and the curve of the shown one make her look smitten soâŠ
Her name will PROBS be Astaroth, but Iâm still searching for names anixjanjd
Sheâs a lower demon!! I have⊠concepts of a backstory. Something something poor lower demon something thief something gets told to pledge to Diavolo or be tortured by Barb because itâs olden times something close with Mephisto and dia something eats humans and upsets diavolo something kinda causes there to be a human-world visiting ban because of how many humans she was eating somethingâŠ
It makes no sense but Iâll plan it out properly soonđ€·ââïžđ€·ââïž I also want her to have beef with most of the cast. For fun. Like each person is a different reason sheâs just a painfully dislikeable person (Examples being for Mephisto itâs because she makes fun of him and made the podcast to spite the newspaper club, for Diavolo and Barb itâs because she tried to eat a human after she was told about his dreams for peace, for Solomon itâs because he may or may not have been the human she tried eating after being told of Dias plans so he may or may not have had to curse her⊠etc etc)
Sheâs gonna have SOME friends, like Asmo and a group of succubi because 1. Sheâs a huuuge gossiper and 2. Her love language is physical touch but her curse means she canât initiate direct contact with others so being friends with touchy people is the only way to feel normal idk is that too edgy
You canât really tell in the photo thanks to the lighting and res but she has lilac-ish hair, darker lilac/purple tips and magenta-pinky eyes with multiple circles for pupils, plus a few piercings⊠random but Iâm info dumping itâs not like anyone has to read this !! You also canât rlly tell in the photo but her nails are like an icy blue
Sheâs a girls girl though. Like donât get me wrong sheâs gonna talk shit about you behind your back but sheâll make sure you know sheâs doing it because if sheâs nothing else sheâs real and wonât pretend to like someone for the sake of it, plus she has a bit of a bias towards girls for no reason, she just prefers them a bit.
I have more but it doesnât make sense so Iâm gonna finish before I seem too insane on main. Shout out if u read this !!
#obey me#idk if I actually wanna tag this because it was just an excuse to info dump on an oc help#I will I spent time on the art#can you tell I donât like bgs or lighting thoughâŠ#donât be honest let me be delusional. just say no#obey me solmare#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me oc
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Absolutely annoyed whenever ppl ask why Kira got kicked out of blue lock so early when someone like Igaguri didnâtâŠ. Like! The whole point is that yeah, Kira is the better player! But heâs not an egoist and thatâs what got him out! Igaguri may not be the best player but heâs an egoist, and embodies those values(frankly as much if not more than anyone there). Thatâs whatâs keeping him in. Blue lock is about skill, yes, but above all its about being a stone cold bitch!
The fact that they don't have any other justification for wanting him back other than Igaguri being "ugly" or "not as talented" is the main reason I don't look at bllktwt outside of spoilers anymore
Because despite Kira being exposed as a two-faced cunt motherfucker whose egoism extends to acting shiny and righteous to preserve the image he uses to put down players he deems lower than him, the face wins overall
Igaguri is not and has never been a player that is going to be showcased as someone to beat, someone who can lead a team, someone you want on your side going up against a tough team but he knows his worth as a great player. Not superhumanly good, not yet on par with the greats of the world that his teammates are slowly surpassing but he Has the talent and the drive to keep going regardless
What ticks me off other than the blatant bias against Igaguri is that they then bring up Isagi's choice to leave him be as a Mistake despite That Singular Choice being a pivotal moment in Isagi's development! It is the first time we see him break away from the pattern hammered into him by his old team and start valuing himself as Someone who could Become the World's Best! It is the Literal Moment that establishes him as the MAIN CHARACTER. AND THEY WANT TO THROW THAT AWAY FOR THE BLONDE PRETTY BOY BECAUSE EW EW WHY THE CHEATING BALD GUY
Not even mentioning Bachira's involvement and consequent development in it! It is the Second we see him really See Isagi as the One he's been waiting all his life to play with It is The Moment That Ties Them Together It is What initially drives him to start having fun playing soccer again It is what SETS ISAGI APART FROM THE REST OF THEM, WHO WOULD'VE LAUNCHED THAT BALL AT THE PLAYER DOWN AND WAITED DOWN THE SECONDS.
I've already written the hypothetical up there but You Know For A Fucking Fact. That even If Isagi HAD taken the easy route.
Bachira would've still taken that ball.
He's still going after the strongest player. He's still going to try and take him out and he'll hit Kira, who at the time was right By Isagi, and there'll be seconds left to score and either he'll blank out in those final seconds again, or he won't, and Isagi would be the one on the floor. And Bachira has no reason to look at him twice.
This isn't even about Igaguri to me anymore it's just blatant disregard for Isagi's choice despite it being a crucial point in the plot that shows off his ego as someone aiming for the Top. They're completely removing the reason he was chosen for blue lock to fit a guy into a team that would absolutely not work with Kira in there.
#will have to thank them. it is because I loved him out of spite that i now love him for real#blue lock#08.text#spiteposting#08replies
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It would be hilarious if villains loved Nightwing and were terrified of Officer Dick Grayson.
Dick Grayson- who is used to open spaces and adrenaline- being stuck in a boring bleak office, surviving on shots of coffee and red bull with caffeine that would make Tim concerned.
The thugs soon realised that unlike most of the other cops - Dick was from Gotham.
No one fucks with Gothamites.
Villain *shooting at Dick with machine guns*
Dick *appearing from the shadows behind him*: Boo.
Villain: THIS IS A FIVE STOREY BUILDING HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE
Or
Thief *throwing a counting down bomb at Dick*
Dick: *catching and tossing the bomb at a safe distance before turning round and shooting it so it explodes mid air while running after thief*
Thief: .. what the actual fuck
Dick: Gee look at all that time you had! Shame you threw it away :D
Thief:
Dick: Iâm from Gotham
Thief *realising they fucked up* : Please donât steal my bones
OR
Shooter: *sets elaborate booby traps throughout the houses in an active hostage situation*
Dick *using his training as robin and inhuman flexibility to surpass them with ease*: Ah been a while since I got to have a nice stretch thank you.
Shooter:
Dick:
Shooter:
Dick: .. Hi :)
Shooter: Are you Satan?
AND
In interrogation room
Murderer: I think Iâll take your eyes and add them to my collection
Dick *running on spite and caffeine that could give Superman a sugar rush* : Funny.. I was going to say the same thing to you
Murderer: .. what
Dick: I wouldnât take your eyes though.. they look like the inspiration behind the whole Medusaâs âlook at it and you turn to stoneâ thing-
Murderer: Hey! Take that back before I gut you
Dick *smile stretching wider without blinking* : oh? Or what? I know everything about you. Who says I canât kill you and walk out with everyone being none the wiser? I know how to kill someone too..you arenât special.
Murderer:
Murderer: Iâm scared for my safety.
Because the thing is, Nightwing is who Dick really is. Itâs who he can be free as, be himself as without red tapes and regulations. Where he can give as good as he gets, and heâs kind and empathetic. He gets to help the downtrodden and goes easy on most of them if they give up right away, not to mention the fact that he never causes permanent damage.
But officer Dick Grayson is a different story. He runs on sleepless nights and no self preservation. Seeing an officer with an uncanny skill set theyâre scarily good at, not to mention the cheery attitude he always has scares the shit out of criminals. Cuz no way in hell is a smiling Gothamite not a deranged one. He chases crimes like a bloodhound, and isnât afraid to make good on threats he makes to ensure they never hurt anyone again.
Bonus if the batfam doesnât know about this.
Red hood: Shit I canât believe we ended up in Bludhaven
Red Robin *tying up the corrupt politican* : Since this is a sensitive case, we need someone we can trust to make sure it is seen through.
Red hood: .. So we paying a visit to Officer Grayson?
Politician *screeching* : NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NOT HIM!! JUST KILL ME INSTEAD AND TAKE ALL MY MONEY I CANT DEAL WITH HIM!
Red hood: .. is he fucking serious?
Henchmen: Sir he is. And we agree. Please take our bones and kill us but donât take us to Officer Grayson.
Red Robin: Wait what did he do?
Henchman 1: He asked boss if the hat was sentient.. and said that if it was would it make that hat the top and boss the bottom.
Henchman 2: Last time we met I tried to shoot him but suddenly my gun was blank and he raised his hand and let the ammo drop
Red Hood: Well even I could do that-
Henchman 2: They were my bullets. I had selected the colour personally.
Red robin *growing concerned*
Henchman 3: He sang a lullaby to a child when we were holding the station hostage, and replaced the people with my family members. He even sang their social security numbers!
Henchman 4: Heâs the most dangerous of them all. I ainât shitting ya when I say heâs as scary as the bat from Gotham.
*all nodding in agreement*
Red hood:
Red Robin:
Red hood: Nah that doesnât sound like Dick
Red Robin: Agreed. Letâs go there Hood.
*villainsâ sobbing intensifies*
#batman#dick grayson#jason todd#red hood#nightwing#tim drake#batfam#red robin#officer dick grayson#batfam headcanons#dick Grayson headcanons#dick grayson police officer
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ă»â„ 'Are you Hugh down under?' p2
You and Hugh were the stars of the biggest movie, Wolverine and Ladypool, and fans love the two of you.
[Here's p2, thank you for loving the last one and being as obsessed as I am. I hope i got everyone on the tag list and the second part to Ladypool and Wolverine is on its way. Again this isn't proof read, this is just vibes. There's some sexual innuendos and sexist comments that Hugh is at the rescue for. Also, i'm British so half of these interviews just end up being British icons]
part one
You and Hugh being in love for twenty-five minutes (part two)
2017, Y/N heart monitor
You were doing an interview for your latest movie with Nick Grimshaw on BBC radio one. It was a new thing he'd come up with, trying it with you for the first time as you were hooked up to a heart rate monitor.
'Is it working?' asked Nick. 'Is she alive?'
You help him put the stickers onto you. 'It's like, there's nothing there,' you joke with them.
'She's a robot.'
The beeping began and it found your heart beating at a steady pace, a good start.
'So, I'm going to show you a series of images and we're just gonna see how you react to these images, ok?' he asked.
You grin, nerves kicking in. 'Ok.' It could have been anything. And boy were you right.
Some of them were fine, easy, normal. A picture of a co-star the heart rate was fine, a pair of shoes that you wore a lot, a picture of cash and an ex that had it risen but not alarmingly.
'And finally,' Nick picked up an image. 'Hugh Jackman! How does he make you feel?'
Your cheeks go red and you laugh. 'I hate you all so much, um, Hugh Jackman?' you were too busy laughing. Once you had made a joke about Wolverine and how good looking he was, now it was following you everywhere.
'Heartbeats rising!' Nick cheered as you covered your face. 'Heartbeats the highest it's ever been, eighty-five, up to ninety! One hundred!' he claps.
You bang your head on the table, finally finding control over yourself. 'I can't believe you all.'
Nick slid the picture over to you. 'Here, you can take that one home with you.'
'Thanks. He looks great there, doesn't he?' you say. 'A classic, Hugh Jackman picture.'
'Yeah, you like it?' he teased.
You grinned. 'That's going on my wall when I get home.'
The Graham Norton show
You and Hugh had walked out, waving at the adorning crowd that cheered as you took the sofa.
âHello! Hello!â Graham called.
The two of you looked the pair as you smiled and sat next to each other in spite of the space on the sofa.
âSofa to ourselves, i like that,â you say, lying back.
âThe other guests were too intimidated,â said Graham. âNow, was the walk out ok for you guys, Hugh, are you happy?â He asked.
Hugh frowned. The crowd laughed. âIt was very good, thank you.â
âBecause, is it true- and Y/N correct me if Iâm wrong, you had a specific song you walked out onto set with?â He asked.
Immediately knowing what he was talking about, you laugh while Hugh hangs his head and sighs.
You sat straight and took to explaining while patting his back. âYou see, itâs very tough for Hugh to get into character as Wolverine sometimes. So the only way was to get him out the trailer was to play a specific song.â
âOk, ok so shall we do it again, this time with the song?â Graham proposed. He ushered you both backstage, Hugh squeezing your shoulders as you went.
âWhatta a manâ by salt and pepper started playing and you led the way out for Hugh who danced his way out. The crowd clapped along as Hugh shows his moves and ended with dipping.
âOh wonderful!â Graham called as the two of you took your seats again.
For the rest of the interview thing went very smoothly.
âNow is is true that the first time you met, Hugh, you didnât actually meet Y/N?â
Hugh again huffed and shook his head. âThis show is all to embarrass me, isnât it?â
âMakes a change honestly,â you say.
Hugh looked back to you and started to tell the story. Through out, his body had moved toward you, his entire presence facing you despite talking out to everyone. âWhen I first walked on set, you know, at the ready, I was very excited to be there and even more excited to meet this wonderful lady here. And I got suited up, you know, went to hair and makeup and one of our first shots was quite a challenging one, a big stunt.â
âBig,â you agreed, taking a sip of your drink. You knew where the story was going.
âYea, so anyway, I walk over to Y/N whose already in her suit. Looks great by the way. Anyway so I start introducing myself and saying hello and how thankful I am for being here, a real heart to heart you know-â he says, âand then Y/N walked in and i realized Iâd been speaking to her stunt double the whole time- whole time!â
The crowd laugh as do you, almost choking on your drink.
Wolverine and Ladypool press:
You and Hugh sat with each other all day doing press. You kept it light with jokes between the two of you, working through the people and questions.
One particular interviewer just had to get his answers though. âSo your suit,â he starts, looking to you. âItâs very tight and eventuated several parts of you, did you find that hard to manoeuvre around?â
Hugh answered before you had the chance to open your mouth. âI found it very easy to move around in. You know, first x-men movie, not so much but these suits, are perfect.â
The guy chuckled, it was clearly forced but you thanked Hugh for taking the question, patting his knee. âCan you wear like panties with them or thongs, cause they are skin tight.â
âIâll take this one!â Said Hugh again. âI go commando, but thatâs just because I like it.â
âHe does, he does like it,â you nod, grinning. âHeâs going commando right now actually.â
The guy tried one more time to ask you a question about the suit. At this rate, your entire body turned to face Hugh. âDo you feel sexy in the suit?â He asked you.
âVery,â said Hugh.
After that, Hugh made several vulgar comments when you were alone, but luckily for you, Hugh was your own superhero.
Buzzfeed quiz
'Hello!' you greet the camera, holding your phone to your chest. 'I'm something-something Jackman.'
'And i'm the greatest actress of all time,' said Hugh.
You deflated, looking at him. 'Oh, well now I just look like a dick.'
'No, it's ok,' he shrugged. 'One of us has to look like a dick.'
The two of you were doing quizzes for Buzzfeed, answering if you're more Ladypool or Wolverine. Although you were sat next to each other, you'd both craned your bodies back so the other couldn't see what you were putting in, like it was a test.
'We're really competitive with each other,' Hugh told the crew.
'Yeah, not with anybody else, but I have to- I just have to prove i'm better than Hugh Jackman at something,' you said.
'Who are you hoping to get?' asked the lady behind the camera.
'Oh, Ladypool, obviously,' you said.
Hugh nodded along, watching you. (Did this man ever not look at you?) 'I wouldn't be angry about getting Ladypool either.'
You tut. 'So quick to betray yourself.'
If you could have a super power, what would you chose?
You read through the options. 'I think telekinesis,' you said. 'Mainly just because I'm lazy and it would be so easy to pick up the tv remote or close the curtains. Very practical.'
'Yeah, that's a good one,' Hugh hummed about it for longer. 'Maybe healing ability.'
You roll your eyes, throwing your head back. 'That's such a Wolverine answer!'
'I know, but I'm getting old, be nice for things to not hurt a lot,' he said.
Who's your favourite MCU character?
Hugh scanned the options. 'I er, don't see Wolverine on here?' he looked around at the crew behind the camera's shaking his head.
'Can't get the staff these days- oh my god Spider-Man's on here!' you cheered, distracted.
'She loves Spider-Man,' Hugh told the camera.
'I do. I really do,' you agreed. 'If it wasn't gonna be Wolvie, it was gonna be Spidey,' you look into the camera, holding your phone to your ear, mimicking for Andrew Garfield to call you.
Hugh dragged his finger of his neck in a cutting off motion if he ever did.
Who do you pick to be your road-trip buddy?
'You have to pick the Wolverine, c'mon,' Hugh nudged you.
You looked through the options which all considered x-men. You hesitated, humming. 'I dunno.'
'We had great fun in the car!'
A red blush took over your cheeks as you re-called the multiple, multiple takes you and Hugh had to do. Hugh saw this and draped his arm over the back of your chair.
'Yeah, but that was- that was different, this is a roadtrip not a porn video in a car,' you joked. 'And Wolverine's like so serious, Rogue, she's so fun.'
'Woah, woah,' Hugh paused everything. 'Rogue is great, don't get me wrong. But who's better!' he pointed at himself. 'Wolverine's not grumpy with you, he loves you!'
You look over at him, grinning sweetly. 'No, you love me and it's judging your character.' For five minutes, the two of you argued over who you'd rather have as a road-trip buddy. Most of it got sped up during the video. 'Ok, fine, I pick Wolverine. Who are you picking?'
'Charles,' said Hugh even though Ladypool was on the list.
You faced the camera, mouth hung open as Hugh laughed loudly and gave you a side hug, assuring you it was a joke but he still clicked on Charles!
Which musical number would you want to perform with your 'Wolverine and Ladypool' cast mate?
'Oh, some great choices!' boasted Hugh as he read through them all.
You smile at him, eyes softening. 'You've awakened the musical theatre beast.'
'Y/n, there's so many good choices! What do we pick?!' he grabbed your hand and squeezed as you watched him with joy.
There was a few choices: 'Love is an Open Door,' from Frozen, 'The other side,' which Hugh obviously did for The Greatest showman. But there was also 'The Love Melody' from Moulin Rouge and 'You're the one that I want,' from Grease and when you both saw that you gave each other a look and knew which one you were picking.
By the end when your results came up you cheered and punched the air, practically jumping out you seat. 'Ladypool! God, this felt like my audition for the character all over again,' you wipe pretend sweat from your brows. 'What did you get?'
Hugh showed you his phone. 'Ladypool! I got Ladypool!'
'We're so alike!' you entwined your fingers. Slowly and dramatically the two of you leant in, pretending you were going in for what would have been a very wet kiss before you both pulled back and explained your answers.
You and Hugh with Alison Hammond again!
The interview with the two of you and Alison Hammond was pretty much the two of you flirting and Alison fangirling. Fans couldn't stop editing it together.
'Ok so obviously there's been a lot of competition between the two of you, so we need to settle who's better once and for all,' said Alison. 'So i've got a series of challenges for the two of you to complete but there's a twist.'
'We're naked!' said Hugh causing you to laugh. 'No, sorry.'
Alison handed you both each a boxing glove. 'I want you to put one on each and sign your autographs, which ever is close wins the point.'
'You're on, Jackman,' you said, already sliding your hand into the boxing glove.
Hugh gave you a cocky smile. 'I am so gonna win this, you know why? Cause you've given me a right boxing glove, but i'm left-handed!' he quickly got to scribbling his autograph.
'Fuck!' you cursed, struggling with your own. (It was bleeped out on this morning).
When you handed them both back to Alison it was obvious who the winner was. 'Thanks for this guys, it'll do numbers on Ebay.'
The two of you practically topple on each other with how hard you laugh.
Next you had to try to open a bottle of water with your gloves on and pour it into glasses and try drinking from it, both of which you failed at. Then the two of you just started fighting each other so Alison called it off like she was your teacher in a rowdy class.
'So, as I am a morning presenter, I thought I'd see how good the two of you would be if you had your own Hugh and Y/N morning show- so here's some guards, scoot closer, scoot closer,' said Alison.
The two of you took the cards and moved your chairs together until your thighs were pressed together. You waited for your cue before the two of you began your audition for your own morning show.
Hugh threw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in.
'No, Hugh,' you denied, 'we must be professional on tv!'
Alison cackled. 'Yeah, you wouldn't do that on tv.'
Hugh looked offended at the both of you. 'We're re-defining what it means!'
You push him off you and hit him with your cards.
Hugh assesses the camera. 'Where's the shot? Above our chests, perfect, so I can do this.' And he puts his hand on your thigh, sprawling it out as you bite your lip to stop the grin.
'I'm taking this audition seriously, Hugh!'
Finally, the two of you start, acting as if it was a real morning show while Alison gave you pointers.
'Did you have a good weekend?' Hugh asked you (in reality all your weekends had been spent in his company) 'What did you get up to?'
You shrug. 'Nothing much.'
'No,' he interrupted causing you and Alison to laugh. 'When I ask a generic how was your weekend, you have to tell me a great funny story that we've set up before. So, Y/N, what did you do on your weekend?'
'I went fishing,' you said the first thing that popped into your head.
'Did you fall in?' he asked.
'I fell in.'
'That's hilarious!' the way he said it and the way he looked into the camera, caring about it just made you laugh so bad. 'Don't go anywhere, we'll see you after the break!' you were still laughing when Hugh wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck, making kissing noises and hiding behind the cards.
Even more at the premier
You and Hugh stood next to each other, him keeping an arm around your waist as you both listened to the interviewer ask you questions.
'So, Y/N, we found this interview from 2017 and we thought Hugh might like to take a look at it,' they said, pulling out their phone and clicking on a video.
As soon as it started playing, you knew what it was. 'Oh god.' you hid yourself, turning to Hugh as he watched.
It was the famous heart-rate monitor interview, where, when you saw a picture of a shirtless Hugh Jackman, your heart-rate spiked higher than any other picture.
Hugh was smiling the whole time and beamed at you when the video finished. 'You have that effect on me,' he assured you, leaning his head on top of yours and smiling at the interviewer.
'Y/N, do you still feel that way when you look at him now?' they asked.
'More,' you said, speaking loudly over all the noise. 'I feel it ten times more.'
And fans, anyone, could see how much the two of you were in love. Whether it was just flirting or if it was real, it was there and everyone was happy for you.
As the two of you walked off, the camera followed you. Hugh's head was bowed low, seemingly taking low to you as his arm remained around your waist and yours came up to rub his back up and down. He laughed loudly at something you had said before dropping a kiss to the top of your head and continuing on the journey.
(there probably won't be part three but I'm working on another compilation with you and Hugh)
taglist (thank you all!): @geeksareunique, @angstdaddy, @tranquilty, @gotta-go-now, @pear-1206, @chronicallybubbly
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NEIGHBOR BLUNDER, pt. 3 â JJK
in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. had always known your luck â or lack of it, thereof â and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, jeon jungkook.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
CHAPTER WORD COUNTÂ 18.7k
CHAPTER WARNINGS/MISC neighbor!jk, bsf!jimin, accountant!oc software engineer!jk, jk and jimin are chaebols lol, minjoon boyfriends <<<<3, mature language, lots of screaming into your pillow moments, litol bit of #domesticity, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF, angst if you squint??????????, the x file spoiler lol, suits cameo (me inserting my niche interests into conversations), the biggest warning of this part is: naked jungkook đ
NOTES sorry for being almost 3 hours late efhkjdhfd i overestimated my abilities a bit mb mb anyway, AGAIN, i want to thank you guys for the overwhelming support! i want to take this opportunity to announce that i'll be taking a break from nb for around 2 weeks to work on my new jungkook one-shot fic that i will be posting for his birthday â€ïž if you are interested, i have posted the teaser on my tumblr page. LASTLY pls let me know your thoughts!! i LOVE LOOOVEEE reading every single one of your replies/reblogs/asks. i hope you enjoy this one and have a good weekend ahead!!!!!!Â
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PART ONE | TWO | THREE
You always wonder how a company this big seems to not have any budget lent for a copier that actually works â something that one doesnât need to violently slap just for it to function perfectly.
Youâve been a victim not just once but five times to its inefficiency, the recent mishap being a month ago when the ink blots jumped right over the cuff of your shirt.Â
With the way that youâve been harassing the copier at the very moment, youâll say itâs about to do you wrong for the sixth time and you absolutely canât let it happen anymore â not when youâre currently wearing a white polo shirt that stupidly costs a little too much more than anything in your wardrobe (you decided to spend a little more than usual last New Yearâs).
So, with a last unnecessary kick to the bottom of the machine (out of pure spite) you left the copier room of your floor and think, fuck it â go to the IT department and ask Taemu to back you up from his supervisor so you can use their copier instead â which is something youâre not so sure of.Â
Itâs embarrassing to go there just to ask him for help. Not with your history. But admittedly not that much of a history. After all, he seems to be cool with you and everything seems to be pretty chill. You can just go there; ask a little favor from a friend, and then hurry down to your floor.
There are some other options, though. Like, you can always ask the intern to do it for you. But the thing is, you kind of feel bad for those three. Your co-workers are doing a lot already; asking to fetch them things all around the building, buy them snacks, stuff like that. Thereâs another one but sheâs way too quiet and didnât really take shit from any of her seniors⊠which is kind of intimidating â but she's someone you wish you were when you were also an intern. You personally donât want to help cultivate a somewhat toxic journey for the other three because you also started the same way as them. Beyond that, it would also be too rude to ask favors from Taemu indirectly.
Youâre ultimately left with little and only one choice.
The elevator dings and the doors open after it does so.Â
One of the people in it is a woman youâve never met around before. Long, black hair; tailored suit, slender figure, and a posture that screams sheâs never hunched her back in her entire life.Â
Other people that entered at the same time as you start to bow their heads down slightly and greet a polite, âGood afternoon.âÂ
You mirror their gesture as well.Â
As you step inside and settle on a spot, you wonder who she is.Â
An executive, maybe? She looks very put-together, and thereâs authority that hangs over her frame⊠but exceptionally young in the physical aspect. Jungkook is also young, though â and heâs an executive, so thatâs entirely possible. Additionally, others seem to know her. Or they're just pretending to know her like you did. Did you miss a ceremony? A meeting? Or did you gloss over some HR email again? Youâll have to check later to find out if thatâs the case.Â
Anyway, your curiosity doesnât last long when the elevator doors open once again, indicating the IT department floor.Â
You already texted Taemu awhile ago that you were on your way so he should meet you on-time.Â
As you walk down the hallway with your phone in your hand, your attention is caught by a familiar voice.
âHey,â
You look up from your phone and see Taemu waving not too far away, heading towards your direction. It doesnât take him long to get near you. When he does, you give him a smile.
âTaemu, hi.â You say as a small greeting. Taemu lifts his hand and you thought he was going for a high-five, so you lift your hand as well to meet the gesture. But then he leans in closer, one arm about to enclose your waist, and thatâs when you realize he was actually gearing up for a hug.
Taemu seems to register that you werenât exactly going for the same thing, so he steps back. He seems shy when you look at him in confusion.
âOh, okay, sorry,â He offers his hand again, but just when youâre already thinking about hugging him because that was what he originally meant to do, he speaks just as you lean in closer to hug him. âI thought we were high-five-ing?âÂ
Embarrassed, your hands retreat to yourself.
âI thought... you wanted to hug?â You chuckle.Â
âOkay, letâs justââ Taemu steps closer again and this time, itâs more than clear to you what he wants to do.
You reciprocate the hug he gives.
âThis is so stupid.â You say, chuckling against his neck. The contact is quick as you two simultaneously break apart.
Taemu laughs at your remark, nodding his head. Then he gestures ahead, pointing to the direction of the copy room.
âYour copier not working again?â He asks as you walk down the hallway together.Â
You heave a sigh. âYeah, they really need to change that one. Anyway, have you told Mr. Lee?â You ask, referring to his supervisor.Â
Teamu nods his head, opening the door to the copy room for you.Â
âYeah, itâs fine with him. Just sign the logbook and stuff.âÂ
âThanks, Taemu.â You say, quickly getting to work, feeling slightly delighted at how their machine smoothly does its job and not like the one at all in your department. âHey, Iâm really sorry for bothering you with this.â You lament as you wait for the paper to slide out.
Taemu waves his hand, shaking his head at you. âItâs fine.âÂ
You purse your lips into a thin line, giving him a somewhat apprehensive smile. The paper comes out and you get your thing. After a quick scan to see if the copier got everything right, you look back at Taemu to say, âThanks again, Taemu. I really appreciate this.âÂ
âNo worries. Anytime.â
When you announce that youâre done, Taemu calls your name.
âHm?â You hum, looking at him and wait for his next words.
He looks coy when he rubs a hand on the back of his head.
âCan I take you out for lunch?â He says, and you still in your position. Taemu seems like he surprised himself with his own words. You open your mouth to speak but then he beats you to it quickly, âItâs not a date. I phrased that as a date â but itâs not â ah, this is all coming out wrong,â Taemu chuckles, interrupting himself. With his hands in his slacks' pockets, he leans to a random table inside the room and looks at you with a more confident stance this time, as if he just gave himself a quick internal pep talk after jumbling his words. âWhat I meant to say is, if we can go out for lunch together today?âÂ
You chuckle. You were just about to say yes. Contrary to his assumption, you didnât really take his first question as an invitation for a date. Besides, he helped you with the copier today.
Nodding your head, you offer him a grin as you say, âYeah. Iâll go to lunch with you.âÂ
Taemu walks you to the elevator even though you said he doesnât need to. He's insistent but you let it, anyway.
Taemu puts his hands on both sides of the door before it closes. The ride is pretty much empty except for yourself.
âWhen are you off?â He asks.
You think about it for a moment. âIs 12:15 okay?â
Taemu nods. âSure. See you at 12:15?âÂ
âYeah. Later.âÂ
The elevator closes and you laugh to yourself when you catch Taemu awkwardly waving his hand at you goodbye.
âNo, you didnât, I kicked your ass at mini golf!â You say, laughing as Taemu looks at you with squinted eyes, obviously saying that was absolutely not what happened on your date a few months ago.
âUh, you disregarded all the rules.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âOkay, fine. Rules do not matter, though. Itâs just some stick and a ball and⊠fake grass.âÂ
Taemu laughs, surrendering his hands to the air, nodding when he says, âFair, fair.âÂ
Youâre currently at a restaurant not too far away from your company building. It took Taemu and you about five minutes to get here; just a quick waiting time to cross the pedestrian lane to get from one street to the other.
Looking around, you can actually see some people inside wearing your company lace. The restaurantâs sort of like a famous spot around the company, though, so it doesn't necessarily surprise you. Youâve also had a few company dinners here some time ago.Â
Safe to say, lunch with Taemu is going⊠okay so far.
No â actually, itâs way better than you thought it would be.
You could have never, ever predicted that youâll be out with him alone again after⊠you know, ghosting him. Your whole assessment of his character has also changed a bit after the whole fiasco.
See, some guys start feeling entitled over your permission and consent when you entertain them even just for a bit. When you go on dates and you break it to them that itâs just not working out between you two, they start to act weird. Like youâve hurt them. Or that you lead them on â even though itâs absolutely not the case.Â
But Taemuâs proving himself to be different. You honestly expected him to act like that guy because he seems the type after your first date. But he surprises you by acting the total, complete opposite.
Heâs so⊠nice. So casual. Like nothing happened. You feel bad because right now, you've officially confirmed to yourself that you totally misjudged him.Â
You canât believe youâll say this, but Taemu is not an asshole. Like at all.
Even now, youâre recalling what happened to your date and laughing about some of the memories of it, and it feels so long ago youâre starting to remember it differently.
âAnyway, this milkshakeâs really good,â you say, taking your glass and looking at it curiously.Â
âYeah? I told you,â Taemu grins, eating from his own plate.Â
âYou always come here?â You ask out of curiosity since he seems to be familiar with the menu.Â
âSort of? I mean, I try to take in the city as much as I can.â You nod, recalling what he told you before. He came from Daegu, and itâs his first time in Seoul.
Before you can say anything to that, the waiter comes to your table and gives you your bill.Â
Taemu and you simultaneously take out your wallets. When he sees you do it, though, heâs quick to shake his head, gesturing for you to not bother.
âNo, no, itâs fine. I got it.âÂ
âI got it, too,â You say, smiling at him, already picking out your card, ready to put it inside the check presenter.
â__,â Taemu says your name while chuckling. âI swear, itâs fine. I was the one who invited you for lunch.âÂ
âTaemu,â You call him, using the same tone he used. Taemu grins at that. âI think we should split the bill.â
Itâs only fair, you think. You ate pretty much the same thing.
You hold what felt like a minute staring competition until Taemu gives in and lets you stack your card on top of his in the booklet.
Youâre about to resume eating â pick up on the conversation you left a few minutes ago â when your phone dings on the table, a message popping out on the notification center.
When you read the contact name, your eyes widen but you relax your face real quick lest Taemu asks questions.Â
âSorry,â you say, pointing to your phone. Taemu nods, understanding. You pick the device in your hands, turn to your other side to not be rude, and read the text from Jungkook.Â
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:47pm]: hey I bought you lunch Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:48pm]: i was gonnna ask you to go with me earlier but I got busy with some papersÂ
Shoot.
Youâve done a pretty good job of not thinking about Jungkook at all for the entirety of the day. You woke up so early this morning that you waited for twenty whole minutes for your bus just so you can avoid seeing Jungkook because everytime his name pops up in your thoughts, you remember what you did the night before and it just messes with your head so much.
Listen, you arenât embarrassed about trying to get yourself off. Itâs just masturbation. Itâs a carnal need and itâs totally normal. What you are not proud of is the way you thought about him â out of all people â and how it actually made you feel⊠a little more motivated to get yourself there.Â
But itâs a slip-up. A big mistake.Â
How are you supposed to look him in the eyes after that and act like you didnât do what you did? Granted, you did stop before it escalated. But still, the point is that you thought about him while you were pleasuring yourself. Even if it was for a tiny bit second, it still counts!
Stupid fucking ovulation, you think to yourself with bitterness. Youâre a much better person without it, you swear. You donât go around thinking about men when you try to get yourself off, not at all! Personally, your head is mostly blank when you go through it.  Â
But Jungkook left two texts. And heâs probably seen the read tag on his end already.Â
You [12:49pm]: I just got lunch ): thank you for buying me one tho thatâs really nice ofu
You turn your phone off after sending your reply, placing it on the empty space of your table. When you look at Taemu, heâs eyeing something behind you. With furrowed brows, the question about what heâs looking at is on the tip of your tongue when he suddenly says,
âIsnât that Mr. Jeon?âÂ
âW-what?â You stammer, not sure if you heard him right.
The knots on Taemuâs forehead fades, and then he nods to himself. âIâm pretty sure thatâs Mr. Jeon. Heâs going this way.âÂ
âWhaââ
âGood afternoon, Mr. Jeon.â Taemu stands up from his seat and does a slight bow for greeting.Â
Without thinking about it, you mirror Taemuâs action, bowing your head longer than necessary.Â
âGood afternoon, M-mr. Jeon,â
Itâs no use to avoid his gaze, though.
When you look at Jungkook, he seems pretty much just as surprised to see you. You look away, but your eyes fall to his hand, and you see that it carries a take-out paper bag from the restaurant. You think about his text.Â
âGood afternoon.â Jungkook says with an easy-going smile. He goes from surprised to casual real quick and glosses over you as if he doesnât know you.Â
You donât really know how that makes you feel.Â
âI was just going, have fun with your lunch.â He says and politely bids his goodbye, going straight to the direction of the restaurantâs door.Â
âHeâs really cool, you know?â Taemu brings up when you both sit down again.Â
âIâ huh?â
âYou must have heard about the new project theyâre starting at the end of this month, right?â He asks curiously.
You sit there stunned. Stunned from earlierâs interaction with Jungkook but also because you donât really know what the hell Taemuâs talking about.
âNo⊠I didnât get any memoâŠ?â You say instead, trying not to act way too oblivious lest he thinks youâre lazy or something. Not that it matters! Youâre not trying to impress him or anything.Â
Taemu nods. âWell, youâll probably know about it soon.â Â
But your head's too far gone now, still stuck on what happened a minute ago.
You look over at your phone while Taemu speaks, hoping for it to light up with a new notification from the messaging app.Â
A few minutes passed by and it doesnât, even when you leave the restaurant.
You donât really know why youâre here.Â
Itâs been three days since that night in Jungkookâs place where you tried to bake in his kitchen, so itâs also been three days since you started practicing during the nights after work to perfect your cookies. Tonight, it just so happens that the cookies finally taste edible and honestly, itâs more than okay.Â
So, maybe thatâs why you find yourself in front of Jungkookâs door with a plastic container in your hands, decently-baked cookies prettily arranged inside.Â
Jungkook was with you when you made those pathetic excuses for cookies, so you thought itâs only fair for him to try these ones and tell you what he thinks. Brag a little. Maybe have a little chitchat if heâs free or whatever.
Itâs also⊠sort of like a peace offering for something he doesnât need to know about. You canât tell him youâre sorry for thinking about him when you did the deed because thatâs just plain weird.Â
Speaking of weird, though, the interaction from yesterday left you feeling a little empty. Thereâs this gnawing feeling inside of you that something went wrong â but you canât exactly point out why. Jungkook also hasnât texted you after that â which isnât out of the ordinary. You donât text everyday and you donât meet every single day, either â for the record. Youâre both busy people. You can only imagine Jungkookâs schedule.
Anyway, if thereâs anything that you learned about your friendship with Jungkook, itâs that you donât need to lie to him. You just have to knock on his door and heâll unintentionally clear your doubts by being the voice of reason because heâs nice like that.Â
You do hope though that tonight clears any weird air between you. Maybe youâll find out later on that thereâs nothing weird going on at all and youâre just overthinking stuff as usual.Â
Youâre about to ring the doorbell twice when the door finally opens, showing you Jungkook still wearing his polo shirt. He looks like heâs just gotten home from work, red tie undone around his neckline and a few buttons popped open.Â
âHi.â You smile.Â
âHey,â Jungkook looks at you, obviously wondering what brought you to his door.
âI wanted to give you this,â you hand him the plastic container which he takes with a confused look. âThose are cookies. I baked them. I didnât give you anything when I baked two nights ago because they were bad.â
âAh,â Jungkook nods, looking down at the plastic. He smiles, then leans on his doorway. âSo itâs good now?âÂ
You gesture a so-so with your hand. âDonât set your expectations too high. Itâs not exactly PoilĂąne. But it tastes like matcha cookies, I swear.â When Jungkook doesnât say anything for a while, you decide to add, âYou also wonât get food poisoning, if youâre worried about that.â
Jungkook gives you an amused look. âI wasnât⊠worried about that.â
âItâs a simple disclaimer. Just in case, you know, you suddenly feel weird in the stomachâŠâ Jungkook arches his brow while you trail off. You roll your eyes lightheartedly. âIâm kidding.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle and then stands upright. âThank you for this.âÂ
âNo worries,â you say. You shift your weight from one foot to another. âUh, do you wanna grab dinner? Right now?âÂ
Jungkook looks at you apologetically.
âI really wish we could, but I have to finish something tonight. Work stuff.âÂ
âOh,â You nod immediately. âOkay. Uhm, good luck with that.â
He smiles at you. Lifting the container up, he arches his brows, saying, âThank you, again. It looks good.âÂ
âYeah, I hope you like it,â You say. Realizing that thereâs nothing more left to say, you turn on your heel ready to go. But before that, you look back at him one last time. âBye.âÂ
Jungkook grins.
âIâll text you what I think about them.â He says, pointing to the cookies.Â
âOkay, Anton Ego.â Â
You both laugh at that, and you enter your apartment with a small smile on your face.
You donât want to admit it even to yourself, but you might have taken Jungkookâs words about reviewing your baked goods too seriously that you waited for it last night longer than necessary. Even when the night ended and you go to work the next day, which is today, none of his texts come, and you donât think anythingâs coming anytime soon.Â
You try not to think about it too much because he did say heâs busy with work. Youâre sure thatâs the case, so you feel slightly bad for him.Â
Right now, youâre looking for Ms. Seo to get her signature on a document. So you head to the elevator, rushing a bit to get inside the one thatâs about to close. Itâs a little urgent, so you cannot waste any more time.
As soon as you enter though, you notice whoâs in it.
Itâs Jungkook and the woman you saw in the elevator two days ago.Â
Youâre starting to think you need to start using the stairs from now on because your elevator trips are getting too ridiculous.Â
It feels like youâre running on auto-pilot when you greet them both, walking to the side to make space for the other people entering.Â
You wish you went beside the woman instead and not Jungkookâs side because you then have to try real hard not to look at him.
It proves to be an uneasy task when more people squeeze in as the elevator takes a few stops in between floors. You had to taut all the muscles in your body just to not get into any contact with Jungkook, but even with all the effort, it goes unsuccessful, as you brush his arm when you step back to move a little.Â
Jungkook looks at you the same time you do.
âIâm sorry.â You utter, low enough to not cause any unnecessary attention.
A few do turn to stare, anyway. And you canât help but notice the way the womanâs hand moves towards Jungkookâs to hold it as she takes a look at you.Â
Jungkook, meanwhile, gives you that same professional smile he seems to have reserved for every employee that greets him around the building, warm voice saying, âItâs okay.âÂ
Youâre thankful that the next floor is where your stop is.
As you go back to your cubicle, you wonder who the woman is. Again.
There's something about her that feels familiar. She looks familiar. Like youâve seen her before. You canât just figure out where exactly.Â
â__,â Sol calls beside you.Â
âHuh?â
âYouâre not having lunch?â She asks.
âOhâŠâ Right. Itâs currently your break time. âAre you guys going out?â You say, looking at Joonhwi whoâs two cubicles away from you.
Sol shakes her head, taking her coat from the back of her chair. âNo, just at the cafeteria.âÂ
You nod your head. âOkay, Iâll follow in a few minutes, just need to look over some stuff here,â You point to your computer.Â
âOkay. Just text me.âÂ
You give Sol a smile and watch as she and Joonhwi head out of the office.Â
Your gaze falls to the time on your computer.
12:10pm.Â
Is Jungkook possibly having lunch right now? You remember him buying you one two days ago and feel a little sense of regret about not taking it even though it isnât your fault and he shouldâve told you first to give you a little heads-up.
You never really talked about it. You never really talked for the past three days.
But then again, he seems to be busy.
With a little hope in your heart, though, you pick up your phone and decide to send him a text.Â
You [12:12pm]: hey do u want to go out for lunch?Â
Or should you just buy him one like he did for you? Itâs not like youâre trying to up him in a kindness competition. It can just be a small, thoughtful gesture from a friend to a friend.Â
You receive a reply a few seconds after.Â
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:13pm]: hey __Â Iâd love to
Your lips curl down when you read the next one that comes in a second.
Jungkook (Unit 446) [12:13pm]: but I have a work meeting in 5mins
Oh. Okay. That tracks.Â
You [12:14pm]: okii!! Thatâs totally cool! good luck with work đ
You stand up from your chair and take out your wallet from your bag, going out of your office and sending a quick text to Sol that youâre coming to the cafeteria.Â
When you get there, your peripheral vision catches a familiar figure.Â
You look back, trying to see if itâs someone you know.
Turns out it is. Because itâs Jungkook.
Youâve seen him in the elevator this morning and he wore a grey pair of suit. Youâd also recognize his stature anywhere, but just like how it was inside the elevator, heâs with the woman again; long hair down like it was yesterday, this time adorning a suit dress that hugs her figure really well, her stilettos making her legs look longer but somehow Jungkook still stands a little taller.
For the very brief moment that you laid your eyes on them, you saw how Jungkook had his hand placed on the low of her back, how she laughed at something he said, and how they looked good together from your point of view. It seemed like they were on their way somewhere.
You realize that was what Jungkook meant when he said heâs busy.
They say a silver lining comes in every worst situation possible, and youâre more of an optimist rather than a pessimist so usually, you believe in the concept of silver linings even though right now â it looks like itâs going to be winning the jackpot in the lottery or⊠free education for everybody across the world.
âThe contractor estimates it would be a week-long repair.â
âOne week?â Is your immediate response, disbelief coloring your tone. âIâm sorryââ You try to fix your tone, salvaging yourself from being seen as outright rude in front of your building manager. âYou mean seven whole days?â
The building manager, Mr. Han, nods his head. He looks genuinely apologetic as he delivers the news, for the record.
âThatâs⊠really long.â You say, albeit calmer now. But you still canât imagine it.
âItâs just an estimate. Contractor said it might be faster than that, but they still need to do a full assessment of your unit tomorrow, together with the water damage restoration company. Weâre doing all we can to respond to the situation. Weâre also talking to your upstairs neighbor about the stipulation of his negligence.â
You nod along to his words.
Obviously, itâs his job to ensure everythingâs taken care of, but still, youâre appreciative of the way they are going about the current situation. Youâve heard horror stories about tenants getting into arguments with their building managers or landlords when their apartments experience accidents.
âCan I ask about relocation?â You ask. You have to read your lease again to make sure.
âUnfortunately, itâs not indicated in your lease policy, but your renterâs insurance should cover it. You can also talk to your landlord about reducing your rent for this month due to the inconvenience.â
You nod, giving him a small smile. âOkay. Thank you.â
The plumber and some of the help the building manager employed to dry up your place from the accidental flood had already left a while ago, and soon, Mr. Hanâs figure disappears entirely after a few seconds as you watch him walk down the flight of stairs and away from the building.
You can hear the loud whirring of the air movers placed inside your unit from where you stood on your porch. Your hairâs damp, including some spots on your work clothes from the water that trickled down your ceiling as you panicked earlier to pack some of your belongings in a medium-sized luggage you managed to grab in the timeframe.
Itâs the state that Jungkook catches you in when you see him emerging from the stairs, looking like he also just got back from work.
âHey, what happened?â Jungkook, with his brows furrowed, looks at you with worried eyes, sounding equally concerned.
You sigh. âHey,â you greet weakly. âMy apartment got flooded.â
âWhat?â
âItâs the upstairs neighbor. He apparently left his tub running while he went to work this afternoon,â You take a sharp breath, getting pissed again at the negligence. So goddamn stupid, really. âHe flooded his own place and the water leaked to my ceiling, and when I got back home from work I was welcomed with two inches of water on my floor.â
âWhat the hell?â Jungkook says in disbelief. You nod at his reaction. That is exactly what you said when you heard the story from the property manager. âAre you okay?â He asks, and you appreciate it.
âNot sure about that.â You answer honestly.
Jungkook furrows his brows. âYou called your landlord immediately?â
Letting out a sigh again, you nod and move to sit on your suitcase â the lonesome bag that youâre planning to bring with you to wherever the hell youâre going to stay tonight. You donât even think you have enough clothes in it.
âMy place is a complete wreck. Most of the waterâs drained, though, and the building manager brought some help inside and they put air movers inside to dry the place right now.â You blow air to the strand of hair that escapes from your ponytail out of frustration. âItâs a shitshow, I know.â
âGood that they responded fast,â Jungkook comments, but concern is still etched on his face as he asks you, âHave you called your insurance company yet?â
âYeah, weâre emailing right now.â You tell him, showing your phone. You hate sending email through such a small device but you left your laptop back at the office â which is kind of a good thing, now that you think about it â because it wouldâve gotten flooded had you left it in your place.
âDid you document everything?â
Your response comes in a little curt.
âYes, Jungkook. I did.â The onslaught questions just somehow seemed to prompt irritation in you, and you canât help but add, âI know everything I have to do. Iâm an adult.â
Predictably, you render Jungkook surprised.
âIâ I didnât mean it like that. I apologize.â
When you look up at him, you see his expression softening â and you feel bad for what you just did.
Chill, __. Heâs just asking logical questions.
âNo, Iâm sorry,â You shake your head, feeling a little ashamed for bursting like that. You shouldnât have talked to him like that, anyway. âI donât know why I snapped, youâre just asking the important questions.â
Jungkook hesitantly hovers his hand on your shoulder, and the look he gives you seems to be asking for permission to touch you. You donât even know if thatâs his intention, but you give him a nod.
He smiles, tapping your shoulder for a brief second, saying, âItâs okay. You must be really stressed right now.â
âYou think I canât be calm in this situation?â You look at him with a blank expression. Jungkookâs taken aback and you witness the very split second his smile drops form his face, probably thinking he said something wrong. Then you canât help it, you break. âIâm just fucking with you.â
Jungkookâs brows furrow as he sees you bursting into a gentle laugh, breaking your serious demeanor.
He shakes his head slowly, seemingly incredulous of the stunt you just pulled.
âYou and your jokesâŠâ
âYou shouldâve seen your face.â
âYou got me.â Jungkook chuckles.
âIâm sorry⊠itâs just me trying to ignore the fact that my apartment literally got flooded and those loud and big ass fans they placed inside are about to tear my ears off.â
You see the way Jungkookâs face winces.
âWhere are you staying for the night, then?â He asks.
âI donât know,â you shrug, genuinely not sure about your options. âProbably gonna book a hotel or something.â
Of course youâve thought about Jimin. He can probably easily help you find a place for the meantime but itâd probably be hard with him not being physically in the country just yet. Sol also crossed your mind, but you remember she has a roommate.
Getting a hotel to temporarily stay at is the most obvious option there is. It would be too much of a hassle, not to mention expensive, butâ
âYou can stay at mine for the night.â
You think youâre getting around to Jungkook offering you help without you even asking â but it doesnât mean you still donât get a little taken aback when he gives it so willingly and so quickly like this.
âNo.â You shake your head.
âSeriously.â Jungkook stares at you.
You stare at him right back.
âI canât.â
âWhy?â He raised his brow.
âI canât think of reasons right now.â
âYou donât need to think at all.â
You squint your eyes at him, he does the same.
Soon enough, Jungkook breaks first and laughs.
âCome on! Youâre gonna freeze in here.â
Hesitantly, you say, â⊠Are you sure?â
âWhat are you worried about?â He cocks his head to the side, awaiting your response.
Well. Thereâs a lot to be worried about.
Thereâs the thing where you always just seem to be caught into some shit and then he catches you right exactly in it. Itâs starting to get embarrassing.
But Jungkook just doesnât really seem to mind it.
âNothing, really.â Is what you weakly settled for.
âOkayâŠâ He trails off, raising a brow, obviously a bit confused. âThen whatâs the big deal? Do you really want to go through the hassle of picking out hotels and booking a room at this hour? You have to go to work tomorrow.â
You visibly wince at the mention of work.
Heâs right and you kind of hate it.
âYouâre rightâŠâ you say after a while.
âYouâre staying at mine?â Jungkook asks again, in which you nod your head in confirmation.
You stand up from your suitcase and pull up the handle. Then you look at him sincerely to give him a smile. âThank you. I think this is like the five hundredth time this kind of thing happened between you and I.â
âNot counting.â Jungkook shrugs. âHave you had dinner yet?â
You nod your head. âI went with a friendâ a co-worker.â
Jungkook visibly stills.
âThe guy from a few days ago at the restaurant around work?â
You perk up at that, surprised he still recalls that day.
âYeah, thatâs him. Taemu. From the IT dep.â
He nods. You donât know if heâs interested or not.
You think itâs a bit random that he brought that up, though, but you shake the thoughts away and call his name.
Jungkook looks at you.
âThank you.â You say, hoping he hears the sincerity in your voice.
He chuckles. âYouâre welcome,â Jungkook then gestures to the luggage youâre holding. âLet me.â
Jungkook doesnât wait for you to say yes before he takes the handle from you and carries the luggage with him to the direction of his place just across from yours.
You consciously try to make your steps lighter as you walk out of the shower box, making your way towards your suitcase to check on the clothes you packed.
When you open it, you thank the heavens that there are underwear â and a lot of them, for the record â but as you rummage around some more, you find that other than your work clothes, you only have nightwear inside. And when you say nightwear, not the comfortable cotton pajama kind but the nightie one â and that basically means the baby blue silky set of tiny camisole and shorts that can pass as a pair of panties.
I canât possibly wear these, you think to yourself, hastily burying the pieces of clothing in the bottom of your luggage.
It shouldnât mean anything â those are nightwear after all! But it was already embarrassing to ask Jungkook earlier if you could use his shower and his towel. You canât come out of the bathroom wearing clothes that Jimin once tagged as âslutty pjsâ. Not when youâre in Jungkookâs place.
â__?â
You look over to the door when you hear Jungkookâs voice, a knock following.
âYes?â You answer.
âDo you have clothes in there?â
At the question, your gaze automatically falls to the suitcase where the thin strap of the camisole peeks out in between some other clothes that are completely useless for the night.
With hesitance, you say, âUhm⊠do you possibly have a shirt I can borrow? I promise to clean it and return it to you tomorrow, ASAP.â
You hear him chuckle from the other side. âI brought you some. Thereâs also a pair of sweatpants but Iâm not sure if theyâll fit you.â
Itâs hard to not celebrate silently when Jungkook says that â but you might have jumped a little at his words.
When you walk towards the door and open it, you give Jungkook a huge smile as you tell him, âThanks!â
He stops. And then you stop.
You realize youâre only in your towel â his towel, to be exact.
You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks the moment it registers.
Before you can do or say anything, Jungkook moves on quickly and stretches his arm, thrusting the clothes heâs mentioned into your way.
âThere.â He says simply, smiling at you.
You take them from his hand, giving him a smile too, albeit a bit awkward.
âT-thanks.â
Jungkook turns on his heel to leave, and you lock the door to the bathroom as soon as he walks away.
You settle his clothes on top of the flat surface of the lavatory, physically shaking your head as you look at yourself in the mirror to shake your thoughts away.
Thoughts of his slightly parted lips when you opened the door while youâre only in a towel.
But it happened in such a split second that youâre not sure if it even happened.
When you take his white shirt, it feels soft to the touch and thereâs a scent of fresh laundry that wafts through your nose when you wear it on yourself.
Itâs loose on you, the sleeves almost covering your whole arms and the hem stopping mid-thigh. But because of that, it feels comfortable â like the oversized shirts you wear to bed that you, unfortunately, werenât able to pack with you in the heap of panic.
But the pants show a different case. Itâs so big that it drags on the floor as you wear it.
You made do, though; drawing the strings tightly and and knotting them together, pulling up the gartered hems up to your calf.
When you come out of the bathroom, Jungkook welcomes you with nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower half.
âH-hey,â You stammer, eyes meeting his own to avoid looking at his naked torso.
âI was just going in. You done?â He casually says, as if he doesnât mind being naked in front of you.
âYeah, yeah. Iâm done. Thanks for the clothes.â You say, gesturing across your body.
âLooks good.â Jungkook comments before entering the bathroom.
You think your cheeks just got impossibly hotter.
The sound of water running is heard before you scramble to the living room.
Why was he naked?!
Okay, he wasnât actually naked naked but still, he had no clothes on. Why did he have no clothes on? Youâre trying to erase the image of his torso, the lines that draw an obvious four-pack, his firm-looking chest, and the way the tattoos over his right arm apparently go way above his shoulder. Itâs obvious that he goes to the gym and works out from the way those polo sleeves of his always hug his biceps a little too tight â and with a body like that, you completely understand why he wouldnât mind parading it around.
The AC in his unit is turned on, but it suddenly feels way too hot from where you currently sit on his couch.
Shut up. Ugh. You tell yourself internally.
Completely wanting out of that headspace, you decide to take out your iPad to get in contact with your insurance company to discuss your current situation, and it does a good job of keeping your mind off Jungkook for a while.
Youâre so deep in the activity that you donât even notice a few minutes has already gone by, and with that, you donât notice Jungkook coming out of the shower.
When you see him in your periphery, heâs now thankfully dressed in a shirt and some basketball shorts. Heâs drying his hair as he walks over to your direction in the living room.
You look at him in surprise when you notice the pillow and comforter he has in his hands.
âSorry. You shouldâve called me, I couldâve helped,â you say, standing up from the couch, ready to help him with it, assuming that youâll be on the couch tonight.
Jungkook looks at you with furrowed brows. âIâm taking the couch.â
You stare at him, ready to hear him say heâs kidding or something but he doesnât look like heâs joking.
You shake your head vigorously.
âNo, thatâs ridiculous.â
âWhatâs ridiculous about it?â Jungkook says, putting the pillows on the couch, starting to make it all the while looking at you through the process to engage.
âItâs your place.â You reason.
âAnd youâre my guest.â He says as a matter of fact.
âButââ
Jungkook cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence.
â__, itâs fine, really. You can take my bed. I insist.â
âJungkookâŠâ you trail off, sounding more like a whine.
He laughs and then looks at you with a playful smile. âOkay, should we compromise? Like, what, share the bed or the couch?â
You ignore the way your cheeks heat up at the suggestion.
You honestly donât know why Jungkook says these kinds of things. You know itâs just his usual teasing, but heâs about to confuse you one of these daysâŠ
âGod, no.â You respond with a shake of your head.
He chuckles. âOh, is sleeping with me that repulsive to you?â
You push a little at his shoulder and roll your eyes.
When Jungkookâs done fixing the couch, he gestures to the door by the far end of the room. âCome on, I'll take you to the bedroom.â
You both walk towards that direction and as much as youâve been over his place for more than once now, youâve actually never seen his room â and for the record, why would you?
But it looks nice. Just like the rest of his apartmentâs interior, his room is also almost the same. Kind of bare, but there are some sleek furniture that add character to the whole place.
âToo cold?â Jungkook asks, and you look at him to see him holding the remote of his AC.
âThe tempâs fine.â
He hums and puts down the remote.
âAlright, then. Just call me if you need something.â Jungkook says, gesturing to the door. Heâs about to leave when you call him again.
âGood night, Jungkook. Thank you for your bed.â
âGood night, __. Uh⊠sweet dreams?â
You roll your eyes. Jungkook laughs.
When he leaves, you sit on his mattress covered by black duvets and sheets. Itâs soft, and you let yourself bounce on the fluffy surface, delighting at the feel.
Itâs about the same size as yours, and when you lay on it, you smell that usual scent that Jungkook always emanates. Clean, crisp, a little sweet. Like fresh apples. Or fresh laundry. He just always smells so⊠clean.
You feel a little sense of strangeness at the different environment youâre in, but the bed is too soft that you feel like youâre almost floating â and maybe itâs because you are tired from work and drained from the whole fiasco at your apartment, but you fall asleep fast and heavy within just a few minutes.
You almost jump from the bed when you open your eyes and see a different type of bedding, only to realize that youâre actually not in your apartment and in Jungkookâs instead.
After processing that, you begin to do a little stretching, finding that you slept quite well. As you do so, your eyes catch the digital clock on the bedside table, and you read 4:30 am.
Itâs a bit too early to start getting ready for work, but maybe if you start prepping now, youâll be ready to go out just as when Jungkook is waking up.
When you stand from the bed, you discover the absence of pants around your waist, the cold air sending goosebumps over your bare legs â and as expected, you see the sweats getting caught in between the heaps of dark sheets on the bed.
You must have taken it off in the middle of the night. Itâs why you usually forgo pants when you sleep.
You decide against wearing it again, though, assuming that Jungkook is still sound asleep by now so he canât possibly see you walking around his place naked from the waist down. Besides, the shirtâs big and almost serves as a dress.
Carrying the pants with you, you silently open the door to his bedroom to tiptoe on your way to the bathroom.
âHey,â
âJesus christ!â You clutch your heart at the sudden sound of Jungkookâs voice booming across the unit.
When you look at him, heâs⊠working out. Apparently.
Jungkook takes out the airpods from his ears and drink from his tumbler.
âWhat are you tiptoeing for?â He asks, brows furrowed.
From where you stand, you see droplets of sweat on the side of his forehead, his chest heaving from the push-ups you catch him doing a few seconds ago on the mat that he laid on the floor. There are small weights on the side, and Jungkook is still wearing his clothes from last night.
Did he possibly just⊠wake up and then choose to exercise? Is this his everyday routine?
âI didnât want to wake you,â you make up an excuse thatâs kind of partly true. He slept on the couch in the living room, after all. And from the sala, everything is pretty much visible to the eye as the unit has an open layout. So one single noise couldâve awakened him.
âToo late for that,â Jungkook chuckles. He looks at you longer than a second and youâre just about to get conscious when he asks, âYou get ready for work at four?â
You purse your lips into a thin line. âSort of. I also have to check my place.â Jungkook nods, understanding. âUh, Jungkook?â He hums to acknowledge you. âCan I use your shower? Again?â
He laughs at the way you smile at him awkwardly. âSure. Your towelâs just over the rack.â
âThanks.â You smile at him and go straight to the bathroom.
You make quick work of washing yourself, and the shower, just like last night, isnât your usual routine because of course, most of your stuff are still over at your place. Though Jungkook is kind enough to lend you some of his unused products â even giving you a spare toothbrush which now sits beside his own on the bathroom sink.
When you finish showering, you wear his shirt and his pants once again. As you go out of the bathroom, the sound of oil popping from the kitchen doesnât escape your ears.
âI made breakfast.â Jungkook says as you make your way towards the kitchen island. Heâs a few steps away, working around the stove, frying up some sausage. He takes some eggs and then turns to you. âHow do you like your eggs?â
Youâre sure he doesnât mean anything by that, but then you both laugh at the realization anyway.
âSunny side up.â You say after a while, seating yourself on one of the high stools. âCan I help you?â
âItâs okay, just sit there.â
You put your elbow on the island as you watch him work. âWow, do you really treat all your guests like this?â You tease, deciding to poke a joke.
Jungkook laughs as he starts breaking eggs into the frying pan.
âYouâre the first one.â He raises a brow your way, lips tilted into a playful smile.
âAwe.â You pretend to curtsy which makes Jungkook laugh.
It doesnât take long before Jungkook serves you a plate of sausage and perfectly-made sunny side up. You say a delighted âthank you!â in which Jungkook returns an adorable smile for.
You thought he was going to eat with you, but he only ate the sausage and began to work on cutting up some bananas while you continued to eat.
âWhat did they say about your apartment? How long is the repair?â Jungkook asks while he takes out a mixer.
âWeek-long,â He visibly winces at your answer. You purse your lips. âIâm trying to look for a place to stay for the remaining days.â
Jungkook furrows his brows. âLease doesnât cover relocation?â
âTalked to the building manager and the landlord last night and they said it doesnât. I also read the policy again myself last night, though, just to be sure. Anyway, landlordâs cutting my rent this month for up to thirty, so thatâs something.â
âOkay⊠how about your stuff?â
As you watch Jungkook during the whole conversation, you realize that heâs apparently making a protein shake, and when he finishes shaking the bottle, he gestures it towards you, silently asking if you want to try it.
You shake your head, also answering his question. âI already filed a claim on it with my insurance company, so theyâre handling it for me. Theyâre probably going to seek reimbursement from my upstairs neighborâs insurance if he has one,â You shrug. âAnd Iâm also gonna have to ask him to pay for the deductible.â
Jungkook nods, consuming his drink. You watch as he leans back on the kitchen sink, putting his protein shake down and crossing his arms, looking right at you.
âWhy donât you stay here for a while?â
You look right back at him weird.
âYouâre not serious.â
âWhen am I not serious?â
You hold a staring competition after that, but Jungkookâs eyes are way too intense so you break away first.
âI just canât.â You say, interrupting the silence.
âItâs friend to a friend. I bet youâd do this for me too.â Jungkook shrugs.
He doesnât understand, though. Staying at his place for the remaining six days would mean that youâd be both living under the same roof together, and while itâs true that you would probably do this for him if he was in your shoes, itâs just not the same.
But you donât want to get into all that. Itâs too complicated to explain, even to yourself.
So you decide to joke a little.
âProbably not.â You tease.
Jungkook chuckles. âMean.â He comments, shaking his head at you and playfully clicking his tongue.
âIâm joking,â you smile apologetically. âItâs just for six more days, though. The manager told me it might take faster.â
âWhere do plan to stay, anyway? A hotel would be really inconvenient. The nearest one around here is too far from work, not to mention itâd be expensive as well.â
âThereâs loss of use coverage,â You say, even though you know the stipulation, and your apartment flooding because of your neighborâs negligence might probably not be in the clauses.
Itâs just to reason with Jungkook, but heâs quick to present another point.
âItâs gonna take a long while, no?â
You pout. Sighing, you say, âYouâre right.â
âOkay, so why not stay here?â Jungkook asks curiously. âYou know I donât mind. I wonât mind.â He says and it sounds so convincing and genuine.
You decide to deflect a little because you feel like giving in any seconds now.
âYou say that but wait until you find that Iâm not very likeable as a roommate.â
Jungkook raises a brow. âShoot. Hit me.â
Pursing your lips into a thin line, you try to think of your bad habits.
âIâŠâ you trail off, but it stretches into seconds way longer than necessary.
Jungkook chuckles. âSee, you canât even list one.â
âI donât cook.â You point out.
âI already know that.â
You frown. âSo we canïżœïżœïżœt take turns cooking while I stay here.â
Jungkook only shrugs. âThereâs take-out.â
âYouâre gonna eat take-out for a week?â
âI can cook.â He chuckles.
âOkay⊠but sometimes, I get super cranky.â
He nods. âIâll be out of your way, then. You wonât even notice Iâm here.â
You sigh, out of reasons now.
âIâll try to be helpful with you in the kitchen for the next six days. And Iâll also be nice.â
Jungkookâs brows perk up. âYouâre saying you want to stay here?â
âYeah,â you nod. âBut⊠I wan to pay you.â
â__, the whole reason why Iâm offering is because a hotel is gonna cost you,â Jungkook laughs.
That prompts you to put a frown on your face.
âFair point. But Iâm going to take your couch the entire time, okay? And thatâs final.â
It takes a little longer for Jungkook to agree to that. But he nods his head, anyway, saying, âSure.â
It sounds so non-committal. You think he's going to still try insisting taking the couch.
âOkay.â You say, ignoring that thought, smiling at him. âThank you.â
âYou know youâre always welcome, right?â Jungkook says.
Youâre thankful he turns around after he says that to tend to the stuff he used a while ago in the sink, giving you a perfect leeway to avoid his gaze lest he takes notice of the way you canât help a big smile.
âIâm gonna take a shower. Finish your breakfast.â He says, pointing to your unfinished plate.Â
You give him a small salute.
Before he goes to the direction of the bathroom, Jungkook turns around to ask. "Do you want to go to work together?" He raises a brow, but then a second after his question, he puts a hand up, effectively stopping you from answering. "You're gonna say no. But I insist. Say yes, I made you breakfast."Â
You laugh at his squinted eyes.Â
"I was going to say yes, anyway."
"No, you weren't." Jungkook fires back.Â
You shoo him away playfully before he finally leave for the shower.
All you can think about is that maybe silver linings are indeed true.
Sharing a space with somebody has always felt⊠weird.
You had a roommate back in college for the whole four years, and while it wasnât the worst thing that ever happened to you â it was just an experience that didnât really strike you as something memorable or fun. Min Heeji was a Bio major who was an extreme introvert, and past the casual hiâs and helloâs, you both just never hit it off.
After moving out of your dorm, you rented around Itaewon. You found the unit through a listing you saw on Facebook â some woman who was finding a roommate to split the rent with. You found out later that the reason why the previous people before you left was because she was quite an interesting lady⊠letâs just say â she was a person who dabbled on the arts of illegal drug trading. Jimin jokingly told you he wondered about how her weed tasted like. Sometimes, you want to smack him on the head.
You pretty much decided on being against roommates for the entirety of your life after that.
But Jeon Jungkook is thankfully not a total hermit, nor does he sell weed.
Itâs been long since you lived with somebody, and being under the same roof as him is different â the good kind of different, to be clear.
Heâs somewhat a clean freak so itâs almost embarrassing to do anything in his place because itâs always so spot clean.
One thing that you learned though is that heâs a busy man. You had an idea about a packed schedule and non-existent free time for an executive person like him â but the idea feels more real now that youâve witnessed it.
On the first day of your stay, after your apartment got flooded, he drove you both to work just like he offered. During the night, though, he seemed to have come home late. You slept at around 10pm and never saw him entering the door, and when you woke up the next day, heâs gone, only a note on the fridge telling you that heâs prepared some breakfast you can heat up to eat.
Nonetheless, you feel into quite an easy routine with him.
After a great deal of insistence from your side, Jungkook is rightfully assigned in his bedroom while you lay on the couch. Itâs a bit bigger than the one you have on your own, so thereâs space for moving around. Even when you wake up with shitty back pains in the mornings, sleeping on his couch is better than sleeping in your current wreck of an apartment as the contractor is already repairing your place.
As of the third day since the incident, theyâve already changed your ceiling, the flooring coming next. It was starting to look good as per your visit.
That made it clearer to you, though, that youâre indeed staying at Jungkookâs for another four days.
Jungkook was so busy that he even worked on a Saturday â told you that it was a hectic week for his team over a shared dinner that you thought will happen only once during your stay with his packed schedule. On Sunday, you kind of assumed that Jungkook will still be at the office, but he surprised you when he came barging in the bathroom while you were in it.
You had your leg propped on the edge of the bathtub, squeezing the bottle of lotion in your palm and spreading the cream over the skin of your shin, adjusting the towel up your thighs so you can cover your entire leg with the product.
You did so mindlessly, part of your usual after-shower routine, completely unassuming of the sound of the doorknob clicking and Jungkook suddenly barging inside the room with a hamper in his hand.
Frozen in your position, your eyes locked into his own as he stepped a foot forward on the tiled floor. You realized the hamper is his laundry.
âSorry, I didnât know you were here,â Jungkook apologized, and he looked genuinely bashful.
âI thought you were at work.â you said, adjusting the towel on the top of your head.
Jungkook raised a brow, but thereâs a smile on his lips. âOn a Sunday?â
You narrowed your eyes at him which prompted him to laugh. A beat of silence, and then you noticed Jungkookâs gaze. You felt his eyes to the direction of your raised leg on the porcelain tub â and if your own sight didnât deceive you, you couldâve sworn heâd made a quick glance-over to the expanse of your bare leg before he snapped right back into looking at your face.
âAnyway, I was just gonna do my laundry,â Jungkook twisted himself away from the bathroomâs door. âIâll wait for you to finish, though. Iâm sorry again for barging in.â
At that, you quickly shook your head and planted both your feet on the tiles, standing upright.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm done, anyway. Are you in a hurry? I just need to change into some⊠clothes.â You said, glancing at the heap of some pajama pants and a t-shirt on the bathroom sink.
âNot in a hurry. You can change here.â Jungkook gave you a small smile.
You nodded your head. âYeah, yeah. Sorry. Iâll be super quick.â
Your lips curled into an apologetic smile, but Jungkook waved you off.
He took one last look at you before he locked the door â one thing that you forgot to do in the very first place.
You blamed it on your habit of not really being mindful about it since you were used to living alone.
The day after that â one fateful Monday â Jungkook once again was MIA at his own place. You woke around 6 am, and as you got ready for work, you noticed a note on his fridge that he went to work earlier than usual that day, and heâd also be working late so you should lock up at night.
At the company, you did not even catch a single glimpse of him.
You bought some food on your way to his place later that day, thinking that maybe you could share a meal together â nevermind the fact that he had told you he was going to be home late. But you did not expect his âlateâ would exceed past 11 pm, and since you were also pretty much tired from your own activities for that day, you fell asleep on the couch without making it, lying on the surface with no pillows and comforter over your body.
In your dreams that night, you felt like you were floating.
Somebody has tucked their arms under your knees and neck, taking you off the previous surface you were lying on. The unfamiliar man cradles your body against his, carrying you somewhere and putting you on a much softer place. A mattress. A big, soft, mattress. And you noted that the man smelled of green apples and laundry. An almost familiar scent.
Needless to say, your dream was quite vivid that night.
When you woke up the next morning, you were welcomed with the familiar grey paint of the walls â the white ceiling, and the dark sheets and pillows that surrounded you. A waft of fresh laundry smell. The Iron Man figurine on the top shelf of the cabinet in the corner of the room. The black slippers on the side of the door that are way too big to be yours.
Jungkook.
The strange man in your dreams was Jungkook. And it wasnât a dream at all.
It was Jeon Jungkook who carried you all the way to his bedroom from the sofa so you could sleep comfortably on it.
When you went out of his room that morning, ready to thank him and tell him he didnât have to do what he did, feeling bad at the thought of him sleeping on his couch at his own place, Jungkook was nowhere to be found.
But as if it was becoming tradition, there was a note on his fridge that told you:Â I hope you donât mind that I brought you to my room. I found you uncomfortable on the couch last night. Didnât cook us breakfast because I have to go to work early again today, but Iâll have food delivered at around 7. Good morning, __ :)
   â Jungkook.
That night, though, Jungkook miraculously came home early.
He arrived an hour after you, just in time as you finished doing the prep for the bibimbap you were planning to eat on your own, assuming Jungkook was going to be late again. When you saw him entering the door, you decided to make the portions of the ingredients bigger, thinking that it was the perfect opportunity to say thank you for the other night.
And you did not forget to say that either.
âThank you for last night. You didnât have toâŠâ you trailed off, giving him a sheepish smile across the dining table as you both ate.
Jungkook, with his mouth full of rice â seemingly (thankfully) enjoying the meal you prepared for him â munched on it before he said, âYou looked real tired. And uncomfortable, which reminds me, you should sleep in the bedroom as well tonight.â
You shook your head. âItâs fine, Jungkook. Last night was just â uh, I was waiting for you to come home because I didnât want to just lounge around your living room while you arenât around, but then I guessed you arrived a little late.â
Out of all the things youâd said, it seemed Jungkook only remembered one thing.
âYou were waiting for me to come home?â He said, his hand reaching for the side dish pausing mid-air, eyes trained to you. Curious, his brow piqued in what seemed like genuine intrigue.
You stopped. You went over your words, not realizing those came out of your mouth.
Obviously, you didnât mean for that to slip out.
So, you shook your head slowly. Hesitantly, you reasoned, âItâs just youâre always in your room first before I fix the couch for bedtime. So.â You shrugged, knowing your explanation didnât suffice.
Jungkook gave you a nod with small a smile on his lips.
âIâm sorry for making you wait, then. Itâs just extra busy at the company these days.â
Your brows furrowed in curiosity, âYeah, I heard about the collaboration with Kang Tech.â
You found out about it at work that day. Itâs in the accounts payable youâve worked on the past few days, and when you asked Joonhwi and Sol about it, they confirmed the recent moves the company is recently making.
You also realized then that the reason why the mystery woman in the elevator was familiar to you was because youâve seen pictures of her before.
Of course youâd know her. Sheâs the woman Jiminâs parents are trying to set him up with. The one and only Kang Heesu. She took over as CEO just very recently at Kang Tech.
Apparently, Blue Nexus and Kang Tech are collaborating on a product that will be announced later during the month â which explains her being at the company oftentimes, Jungkook being busy, drowned with work stuff â them working closely together.
Whatever you felt on that day you saw them together â youâd like to dismiss that as just a blip in the system. Your system, to be exact.
It isnât any of your business whoever gets around with Jungkook. Whether heâs close with Kang Heesu outside work or not (like what youâve pondered about ever since finding out about the information of their collaboration) â thatâs their thing.
âYeah, the teamâs been working overtime because of it.â Jungkook added to your words from earlier.
âSo, youâre more tired than I am,â You pointed out, noting the obvious. He went to work at the ass-crack of dawn, went home late, and whenever he was home â all he faced was his laptop.
You even doubt he was getting enough sleep. There were bags under his eyes that werenât there the past month you first met him â and even though he carried them with a certain grace, you could still see that some of the shine in his eyes was becoming absent.
You were glad you were able to prepare something for him. Did something for him. You didnât have to â but you did. Because you wanted to be a helpful roommate.
âDoes it show?â Jungkook chuckled, leaning back on the chair, a bashful expression on his face.
You shook your head. âNope. But yeah, you donât need to give up your bedroom tonight. Iâll be fine here.â
âI actually bought something. Wait a minute,â Jungkook suddenly said. Your brows furrowed when you watched him saunter over the living room and in towards his bedroom. When he came back to the dining area, he was carrying a huge paper bag. You looked at him, visibly confused. Jungkook cleared his throat as he sat back down on his seat. âI was thinking you could use this. Itâs a foldable cushion or whatever so you can sleep more comfortably on the couch.â
You gawked at the paper bag, and then at him.
âWhat?â
âI went to the mall yesterday and the lady told me this is one of their best sellers⊠I donât know. Do you want to have a look at it?â Jungkook said, worry seeping in his tone.
âThatâs a⊠cushion? For the couch?â
He nodded.
âOh.â Was the only thing you could utter. You didnât really know what to say. âI⊠this is really thoughtful. You didnât have to, you know that, right?â
Jungkook shook his head and gave you a small smile.
âThank you, Jungkook.â You told him sincerely.
âItâs nothing.â He waved you off. âI got that dry-cleaned already, by the way, so you can use it tonight if you really insist on sleeping on the couch.â Jungkook said with a teasing smile.
âThat,â you point to the paper bag, âwill single-handedly get me to want to live here for another three months.â
Jungkook raised his brow. âReally?â
You chuckled, leaving the conversation up on the air.
When you both finished your meal, you offered to do the dishes yourself, but Jungkook was insistent to do it, saying youâve already done a lot for the day. You begged to differ, but you relented, anyway.
After you showered and made the couch, geeking internally at how soft the cushion he bought was, you couldnât sleep right away, your mind finding it hard to focus on the lull of the crickets. So, at around 11 pm, you opened your laptop to pull up an X-Files episode, thinking it could condition you into being sleepy.
You promised yourself you were just going to finish one more episode, but the next episode button was too tempting and you found yourself binging the show into the wee hours of the night.
â__?â A voice coming from the far end of the room called, followed by the clicking sound of the lights turning on. With that, you found Jungkook standing on his door with his eyes half-lidded, hands rubbing his chest, seemingly having just woken up from his sleep.
âJungkook,â you acknowledged him, straying your attention from your show. Jungkook started to trot towards the direction of the kitchen, and your eyes followed him as he stopped in front of his fridge, taking some water out and pouring it into a glass.
After he drank it, he looked at you to ask, âCanât sleep?â You nodded your head. He made his way towards the couch, pointing at it. âWould you mind?â
âNo, do you want to?â You adjusted the duvet you put all over your back to make room for him, and Jungkook placed himself beside you, peering over the screen on your laptop.
âWhat are you watching?â He asked, voice a little groggy.
âThe X-Files. You know the show?â
âHeard about it a few times. Never gotten around to watch it, though,â Jungkook said, leaning on the back of the couch, eyes still glued to your laptop.
You smiled. âMaybe you can start it now.â
âWhatâs it about?â
âUh⊠aliens,â you started off, feeling a little silly about it. Gauging his reaction, you waited for him to give you a judgmental look but he seemed to be intrigued when he looked at you, asking for more details. You perked up that, feeling suddenly excited. âOkay, so, the guy here â his nameâs Mulder. Heâs an FBI agent whoâs tasked on cases that have, you know, unexplainable nature. Basically, he believes in aliens, all that ET stuff,â you explained. Right on time, Gillian Anderson appears on frame. Pointing at her, you looked at Jungkook as you introduced her to him, âAnd the woman â sheâs so pretty â thatâs Scully. Sheâs a skeptic. Sheâs an FBI agent whoâs also a scientist and was assigned to be with him to debunk his work.â
âSo, they investigate cases together?â Jungkook added.
You nodded your head. âYeah, and itâs different for each episode. Thereâs the alien storyline which is like, the main plot of the show, but thereâs the fun filler episodes. Monster of the week, they call it. Iâm rewatching one of those right now âcause theyâre fun and donât have a backstory.â
âIt sounds good,â Jungkook looked impressed, training his eyes back on the show.
You werenât sure if he was just trying to make a conversation, but he seemed genuinely interested as you both watched the show, which tickled your excitement more. Youâve tried to get Jimin into it but he wasnât really an avid fan of watching long shows, so youâve given up on trying to convince him to be as obsessive of the show as you.
âDo they kiss?â Jungkook suddenly asked mid-episode, brows furrowed as he watched Mulder wiped something off the side of Scullyâs lips. Itâs the episode when Scully just got back from being abducted.
Amused, you looked at him and let out a chuckle. Jungkook turned to look at you, confused at the reaction.
âHm?â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs just funny. So, thereâs a thing in this show, right? Scully and Mulder are not supposed to be a couple, but they act like one.â
Jungkook let out a seemingly enlightened, âAh.â Then he looked at your screen again, âIâm watching it right now out of context and Iâm assuming theyâre a couple.â
âRight? They have such insane chemistry. Itâs why I love this show so much.â
âWait. They never get together? Or kiss, romantically?â Jungkook asked curiously.
âThey kiss on the seventh season. Weâre on the second one.â
âWow,â He breathed, genuinely surprised. âThatâs a long wait.â
âI know,â you chuckled.
You both sat beside each other as the episode finished. Jungkook would have some questions, and you happily answered each one. It was also fun to share some lore about the show â and you didnât know if you were coming off too geeky about it â you were just unbelievably excited that he seemed to genuinely like it.
Time passed without you both noticing, and it was 2:23 am when you became hesitant on clicking the next episode button.
âDo you still want to watch another one orâŠâ You trailed off, eyes glued to the screen, waiting to hear Jungkookâs response. But then a few seconds passed, and you didnât receive one. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widened when you see the state Jungkook was in.
He was leaning far back on the couch with his head resting on the backrest, arms crossed over his chest, lips slightly parted with his eyes shut closed. You could see his chest rising and falling from the way he breathed in and out of sleep, looking quite peaceful regardless of his seemingly uncomfortable position.
You shut your mouth and closed your laptop quietly, trying to be careful with your movements so as to not disturb him and accidentally wake him up. Stretching your back to lean down, your breath hitched as you tried to set the laptop down on the coffee table, not daring to graze any part of Jungkookâs body, especially when his thigh was so closed to your own.
When you successfully put away the device, you went back to sitting beside him, contemplating on your next move.
You ended up staring at him, noting the way his biceps are bulging out of the sleeves of his white shirt with a thin material from their crossed position. Your eyes trailed down to the veins on his forearms, and naturally, you focused in on the one with the swirls of ink around it. It was a body of art on the first look â but looking at it at that moment â close up and free, you took time to identify the drawings on his skin.
There was that snake that trailed down close to his hand, the skeletal rock nâ roll hand, and the script that says ârather be dead than coolâ. It was a shame that you couldnât see from your current view the flower tattoo you were always curious about, nevertheless, the entirety of his inked arm was just⊠breathtaking, to say the least.
You wanted to ask him what they meant â or if they even meant something. You knew by now he only got them in college â when he moved to the US â and you were just curious about how he decided to get them; about the backstory, anything⊠Would love to trace down your fingers on his skin as he tells you the exact moment.
And then you realized what you were doing and suddenly looked away.
You felt like a creep. What were you doing, staring at him while he was unaware, unconscious in his sleep? It was not right, and you were supposed to scoot over to the edge to give him plenty of space all for himself.
But as you looked at him again, your eyes stopped at his face, and you couldnât help but stare at it.
Again.
His nose was something you weirdly have a liking to, and thereâs a scar on his cheek that once again bubbled up another layer of curiosity within you.
âStop it.â You mumbled out loud â not loud enough for Jungkook to hear â but just enough to snap yourself out of the trance you were in.
It was stupid. So stupid. To stare at a sleeping man and have those thoughts inside your head. Jungkook would never do anything like this to you, and at that sentiment, you stood up from the couch to get away.
You caught a sight of the duvet that you used a while ago. As you looked at Jungkook, he seemed to be in dire need of one, so you made quiet steps to put it over him, stopping your breathing in case you did it too loud and he wakes up.
As you carefully laid out the blanket on top of his body, Jungkook stirred, and your breath hitched as you stopped on your tracks.
He mumbled something incoherent, his neck craning to lay on his cheek. Regardless, he stayed on his position, arms still crossed, seemingly going back to his deep sleep instantly.
You stepped out in front of him, letting out a breath of relief.
Standing there for a few seconds, you wondered about where you were going to stay. Jungkook was on the couch and unlike him â you could not carry him to his room without him noticing.
Looking at the direction of said room, you thought about staying there for the night, but decide against it. You didnât get his permission to do so, itâd be rudeâ
But the couch is only one, though. And you could feel a yawn ready to come out of your own mouth, sleep lurking at the back of your head.
You could try to wake Jungkook up to tell him to go to his room so he could sleep more comfortably, but you couldnât do it. The past few days, he had been so busy with work and seemed like he wasnât getting enough rest. What if you woke him up and he couldnât go back to sleep anymore? That would just make you feel bad.
Getting the pillow strewn over the edge, you walked towards the direction and fixed it against the arm rest, sitting on the spot and making yourself comfortable on it. Of course, it wasnât â you were craning your neck too far to the side to try to lay your head, and your body was sprawled in a weird sitting and lying position.
It was fine, though. Jungkook was about two feet away from you, and you felt like you could sleep in the state.
But it was a few long minutes before it completely overtook you.
Thereâs a feeling of a hard plane against your back when you feel yourself waking up.
Youâre in a curled position, hands tucked under your cheeks. As much as youâre starting to slowly feel conscious, youâre still not a hundred percent aware of your surroundings just yet. Itâs why you ignore the blow of hot air against the crook of your neck.
When you blearily open your eyes, youâre welcomed with the sight of the back of the grey couch youâve accustomed yourself with over the past few days. The white foldable cushion youâre lying on. The familiar scent of Jungkookâs apartment.
Itâs another usual morning, as far as youâre concerned.
So, you stretch an arm up as well as your leg, groggily mumbling something as you go back to closing your eyes again to hopefully sneak in a few more minutes of sleep.
âHmmâŠâ
At the sudden sound, your eyes snap open, surprised at the embodied voice that came out somewhere thatâs definitely not from your own mouth. It was close, though â something close to your neck; you felt it so â and at that realization, your eyes trail down to your waist, and your breath catches in your throat when you see an arm wrapped around it.
Under your head is another arm that adorns a familiar sleeve tattoo.
When you crane your neck to look behind you, youâre welcomed by Jungkookâs locks of black and messy hair, his face apparently buried in the crook of your neck.
He mustâve felt you move because he stirs in his position, mumbling something, arm tightening around you.
You feel your heart starting to beat faster than usual as you feel the tips of Jungkookâs fingers resting on the bare skin of your stomach due to your camisole riding up, and your eyes continue to widen when you saw that the shirt heâs worn last night is now lying haphazardly across the coffee table where your laptop is.
When Jungkook pushes himself against you closer, thatâs when you feel something hard against the cleft of your ass.
âOh my god!â
âWhat the fuck!â
âIâm so sorry!â You immediately say, retreating your hands that just pushed him off the couch once everything registered in your head.
You just⊠slept with each other! You woke up with Jungkook spooning you! The hard plane against your back that you felt earlier was his chest and the hot air blowing in your ear was his breath! You both fell asleep together on the couch!
Jungkook â the poor man â visibly winces as he cradles the back of his head, adjusting himself on the floor after you forcefully yeeted him off the couch.
He didnât expect that, of course he didnât! He still looks like heâs half asleep when you kneel on the floor in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and craning your neck to check if youâve done damage to his head.
âWhat the hell was that for?â Jungkook asks, still lost about what just happened.
You grimace as you hesitantly put your palm over the back of his head and rub to soothe the pain youâve caused him.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to push you. I was just surprised and shocked when Iââ
You stopped speaking when you notice that Jungkook is looking up at you, eyes half-lidded from sleep. Stopping your ministration on the back of his head, you retreat your hands to yourself and look away.
âWe slept together.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asks, his tone incredulous, but more like confused. When you train your eyes to him again, you see him looking down on his body and then yours.
Your cheeks heat up when you realize what you just said.
âOh my god, no! Not slept slept with each other! I mean, we slept together. Like, literally.â You say, looking at him in panic.
Jungkook furrows his brows. And then after a beat of silence, he lets out a low, âOh.â
âOh?â You parrot back.
âYeah, oh,â He says drily. Jungkook rubs his eyes with his fists and then looks at you again. âIâm sorry, I feel disoriented. I just woke up.â
You wince at that, feeling bad for pushing him again.
It was just a reflex thing, okay! Especially when you felt that certain something in your ass.
When Jungkook stands up from the floor, you notice the strings of his grey shorts getting undone, and your eyes betray you as they pay a look at the noticeable bulge on his crotch.
Jesus H. Fucking Christ.
You stand up quickly, following after him, feeling your heart hammer in your chest.
Okay, boo-fucking-hoo! Men get boners in the mornings. Whatâs the big deal about it?
âWhat time is it?â Jungkook asks, brushing his hair back, and you have to physically look away and try to busy yourself by looking for your phone so you can ignore his naked chest on display and his abs and stupid big arms.
You spot your phone nearby and turn it on.
âSix thirty.â
âShit.â Jungkook hisses.
Youâve never heard him let out so many curses before.
âWhat? Itâs still early.â you say, in case he was referring to work.
Jungkook shakes his head. âYeah, no. I was supposed to get ready at five am sharp. Need to go there early.â
âOh.â
He groans, and the sound makes your stomach feel a little weird.
âI have to go shower,â Jungkook says, picking up his shirt from the coffee table. âIâm sorry about earlier.â
âHuh?â You realize what heâs talking about and is then quick to shake your head. âNo, not your fault. I, uh, you fell asleep on the couch last night and I didnât want to wake you.â
He nods, more like to himself. âHow did weâŠ?â Jungkook points between you, eyeing the couch.
âI didnât want to use your bed without your permission, so I slept on the couch as well,â But then you decide to add, âBut I didnât sleep beside you, I was like ââ you point to the edge of the couch, âthere.â
âAh,â Jungkook follows your eyes, and then nods. âOkay.â
âYeah.â you purse your lips into a thin line. âSorry about that. I shouldâve just woken you up, huh?â
âNah, itâs fine.â He dismisses you with a wave of his hand. âWell, is it okay if I use the shower first?â
âOf course.â
Jungkook smiles before he saunters towards the bathroom. You try not to stare at the hard lines of his retreating back, taping down to his narrow waist.
You failed to do that, obviously.
Sighing out loud when youâre sure he canât hear you, you busy yourself in the kitchen to make some toast.
After work, you paid a quick visit to your apartment to see how itâs going, since youâre supposed to be able to come back tomorrow.
Your building manager told you that you can pretty much move back already, but thereâs no water yet, so you will still have to stay at Jungkookâs place for the last time. At least for another night.
Speaking of him, when you step out on your porch, you see him in front of his own unit, back turned to you, opening his door.
âHey,â you call. Jungkook turns on his heel, and he smiles as he sees you.
âHey,â He greets, his hand pausing on the door. Jungkook gives you his undivided attention as he looks at you. âYour apartmentâs fine now?â
You nod happily, grinning widely. âYeah. But I have no water yet. Theyâre turning it on tomorrow.â You saunter towards his direction and stop beside him. Pointing to the paper bags in his hands, you ask, âWhatâs that?â
Jungkook lifts them up. âSoju and Midday Miso take-out.â Then, hesitantly, he looks at you curiously. âDo you drink?â
That prompts you to laugh.
âOf course. Are you drinking tonight?â
He nods his head. âYeah. I was gonna ask you to drink with me⊠but if youâre not up for it, Iâll just be in my room.â
You cock your head to the side.
âWhatâs the occasion?â
Jungkook chuckles. âNothing. Just thought I could loosen up.â
You nod in understanding.
You think about asking him how workâs been, but decide against it, not wanting to pry in case he doesnât want to talk about any of it.
As you both enter his apartment, itâs almost so domesticated how you take off your shoes and put them in the rack in the threshold. Jungkook wears his black sliders while you wear your baby blue ones. Following him into the living room, itâs almost wild to see yourself being so familiar with his place already.
âWhere can we watch The X-Files?â Jungkook asks suddenly after he set the bags on the table, going for the remote and turning on the TV.
You look at him in surprise, not expecting him to ask that.
You answer nonetheless, and Jungkook clicks on the show once it shows up on the screen.
âDo you really want to start with the pilot episode?â You chuckle when he hovers over it.
Jungkook grins. âI enjoyed it last night. Maybe this could be a new favorite.â
âWoah,â you breathed, shaking your head. âDo you know how much I have to convince Jimin to watch this show?â
âJimin doesnât like shows. I wanted him to watch Suits but he said he couldnât stand Harvey Specter â which is fair.â
âOh my god, thatâs also what he told me when I recommended Suits!â You say. You narrow your eyes at him, excited about the information. âSo⊠you like Suits?â
Jungkook nods. âSort of like a guilty pleasure? I used to watch it a lot in college. My roommate studied law and started telling me about how inaccurate it was, but itâs fun regardless,â He says with a shrug. âSue me.â
âI know, right! People always wanna be smart about procedural dramas, but I think itâs just camp they canât comprehend,â You shake your head, feeling a certain high bubble inside you. You lean your elbows on the coffee table. âOkay, okay, thoughts on Jessica Pearson?â
Jungkook grins. âA dream.â
You breathe a sigh of relief.
âIâm so glad you have the correct opinion.â
Jungkook laughs at that, and you begin to eat the take-out he bought, The X-Files playing on the big screen before you.
âYou went home early today,â you comment as you take the shot glass he offers you.
A few minutes has passed already and youâre beginning to open the bottles of soju, Midday Miso take-out boxes all finished.
âManaged to finish early tonight. Thatâs probably why I wanted to drink,â Jungkook says, tipping his head back to drink from his own bottle. âAlso, itâs your last day here.â
You nod. With a teasing smile, you jab, âAre you going to miss me?â
Jungkook looks at you briefly.
âMaybe.â
âMaybe?â You ask incredulously, feigning hurt.
He chuckles. âI liked your little dance in the kitchen last Sunday.â
Your lips part, recalling that time when you reheated some pizza during the night. As far as you were concerned, Jungkook was in his bedroom at that time!
âYou saw that?â You say, embarrassed.
Jungkook mustâve noticed, because he chuckles and begins to sound comforting when he says, âSome part of it, yeah. Megan Thee Stallion would love to perform with you, I think.â
âOh my god, no,â You giggle, covering your face with your hands because if he caught you during that part, it means he saw you trying to throw it back. âYeah, I think Iâm packing my things right now.â
Jungkook laughs, and his eyes crinkle as he does so, overjoyed at your tactics.
âI thought you wanted to drink with me?â
You squint your eyes. âJust because I feel sorry for pushing you off the couch this morning.â
He shakes his head, still chuckling. âYeah, that hurt. I think I have a bump on my head right now.â
You stop, eyes widening. âSeriously?â
Jungkook presses his lips together and nods. You grow concerned, ready to lean over the table to check the back of his head, but as you do so, Jungkook makes a sound of stifling his laugh and you realize heâs fucking with you.
âThatâs so mean.â you say, going back to your side and pouting at him.
âNot meaner than you pushing me off the couch.â He wiggles his eyebrows.
âUgh, Iâm sorry. You just surprised me, 's all!â
Jungkook laughs and nods his head. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry about that. I have a habit of being able to sleep anywhere.â
You scrunch your face. âMe too.â
And then a beat of silence.
Jungkook tips his head back for another sip of his alcohol. When he looks at you again, a gentle smile is playing on his lips.
âI had a good night sleep, though. Did you?â
He looks at you with something in his eyes â something soft and gentle â his gaze making the hair on your nape stand and your cheeks burn.
âYeah, I guess so.â
The night continues to envelope your surroundings and as time passes by, the empty bottles of soju multiply.
Youâve always had a high tolerance for alcohol â and soju, in particular, is generally not too strong for you personally. With one bottle in, you donât feel hammered just yet. Thereâs a daze at the back of your head that youâre starting to feel, though. One and a half is your limit, sometimes two â youâve had that down since college.
Jungkook seems to share the same trait, it seems like. You noticed heâs on his second one, and even though his cheeks are starting to get painted red, he still speaks with you like heâs a hundred percent conscious and not like alcoholâs hit his system already.
âItâs so hot,â you say, popping open the first two buttons of your shirt. Jungkookâs coat has long been disposed on the couch, and his ties are loosened, with the long sleeves of his dress shirt pushed to his elbow, showing his tattoos.
âShould I adjust the AC?â Jungkook asks, looking at you as you gather your hair up in a ponytail.
You manage to secure it even without a tie and answer him, âNo, itâs fine.â
When you feel like you can breathe again, you look at Jungkook. As you think about what to say next, you giggle lightly.
âLetâs have some fun with these,â You point to the empty bottle of soju. Jungkook quirks his brow, which prompts you to continue. âLetâs play spin the bottle. When it points at you, you have to answer some questions. If you donât want to, then youâll have to drink.â
Jungkook snorts. âTruth or dare? Really?â
You roll your eyes. âNo, not truth or dare. Just truth because Iâm sophisticated like that. Besides, are you going to entertain me if I dare you to wear a rainbow suit for work tomorrow?â
âThis is your idea of fun?â Jungkook says, teasing you. Playful with a boyish grin.
You shrug. âI mean, itâs quite fun, actually. But I know about how thirty-year-olds get. If itâs past your bedtime, thenâŠâ you glance at the door to his bedroom.
Jungkook bursts out in laughter.
âYou like making it sound like Iâm sixty, donât you?â
âAre you?â You pout.
Jungkook chuckles, although relenting to your game proposition.
âAlrightâŠâ
You do a little shoulder dance which makes Jungkook shake his head. As you spin the bottle, it stops and points at him. You let out a little sound of enthusiasm.
âOkay. Whatâs that mean?â You ask. Jungkook looks confused as he tries to see what youâre looking at. His arm. âThat flower tattoo â or if it even has a meaning.â
âOh,â Jungkook utters, realizing. He lifts up his right arm and twists it so that the flower tattoo is within both your sight. There, you see a full view of the flower drawing tattooed in orange ink. You find yourself staring at it as Jungkook starts to speak, âItâs a tiger lily. My birth flower. It meansâŠâ You can see Jungkook hesitate for a little while, and youâre just about to take back your question when he continues to say, âIt means please love me.â
âWow.â You gasp. âThatâs⊠so pretty.â
Jungkook caresses his forearm, staring quite lovingly at the art. âI know. My tattoo artist did a really good job.â
He takes it to himself to spin the bottle again, and this time, it points at you.
âWell⊠do you have a tattoo?â Jungkook asks, and itâs obvious he meant to tease.
You nod your head. His playful smile drops.
âAre you serious?â
You raise your brow at him. âSorry. Only one question gets entertained.â
He clicks his tongue playfully but then begins to spin the bottle one more time. When it points at you again, he gives you a smirk.
âCan I see your tattoo if youâre saying you have one?â
You scrunch your face, cocking your head to the side.
âHm. I donât think so. Itâs under my boob. So.â
Jungkook stills, and you watch as his eyes trail down from your face down to your collar â although he did it quite subtly.
âOh.â
You grin. âYeah, âohâ,â you chuckle. When he shakes his head, you tell him, âWhat?â You look at him weird, regardless of the smile on your lips. He stares right back at you, and you narrow your eyes at him. âOhh, I see. You think Iâm lying.â
âNo, Iâm not,â he scoffs. âI just thoughtâŠâ
âYou just thought what?â
âI just thought you wouldnât have one. Or if you did, itâd be a like a small thing on the leg or something. I donât know.â He shrugs, still smiling.
You grin. âInteresting insight.â
âNevermind that.â Jungkook rolls his eyes, spinning the bottle again.
When the rotation stills at his direction, you clap a little and put your elbows on the coffee table.
Your next question sounds stupid in your head, but you let it out anyway.
âWhatâs your ideal type?â You ask.
âOh, are we doing that?â Jungkook says, sounding intrigued. âAre you going to ask me about my first kiss next?â
You snort. âThis feels so high school. But answer my question.â
âYes, maâam,â He playfully gives you a salute. You couldnât help but giggle. âOkay, well, I like women who are smart and⊠funny,â Jungkook says, and when he looks at you, you move back a little. With a soft smile, he adds, âAnd pretty.â
You break the eye contact. Raising your brow, you nod your head. âPretty women. Like Kang Heesu, right?â
Jungkook looks surprised when he hears the name.
âHow do you know her?â
âHow can I not? Jiminâs mother has been trying to set him up with her for months now.â You shrug.
Jungkook chuckles, as if he knows exactly what youâre talking about.
âYeah. Youâre right â not about the part that sheâs my ideal type, though.â
You canât help but let out a scoff.
âThatâs such a cop-out answer, Jungkook.â
He looks at you incredulously, chuckling as he says, âWhat? Itâs not a cop-out, itâs the truth.â
âYouâre awfully close with her. I heard from my coworkers youâre both dating.â You raise a brow at him.
Itâs true. Words are starting to get around the office that Jungkook and Heesu are more than just collaborators.
Of course, you know to ignore that. Not because you want to be in denial or anything â but because you just donât think it is actually true.
But maybe poking fun at it will get you the confirmation. Or whatever. It doesnât matter.
Jungkook laughs at your previous words, though, as if you just told him a big joke.
âGod, no,â he shakes his head, as if he couldnât believe it. âTheyâre really saying that?â You nod your head, your lips pressed into a thin line. âI ought to make everybody know weâre just working together. You know about the project the company has in collaboration with Kang Tech, right?â
âYeah.â
âThere you go,â Jungkook chuckles. âIâm not dating Kang Heesu.â
The words feel a bit different in your ears. Paired with the way he looked at you as he said it, he sounded as though he was⊠almost assuring you.
But of what?
You shake off the idea in your head.
âOkay. Next one.â you interrupt the silence to change the subject. You curse in your head when the bottle stops at you.
âYour turn. Whatâs your ideal type?â Jungkook asks as if his tongue is just itching to ask you that. You know heâs just excited to get back at you.
You think about it for a moment, though, and you find you donât really know what to say.
Itâs not a thought you ponder over a lot. The guys that youâve been with were so⊠different from each other.
âIâIâm not sure,â you shake your head, genuine.
Jungkook points at the shot glass. âNew rule. Iâll count to ten and if you donât answer, you drink.â
You glare at him; he just gives you a grin.
âI really donât know! I mean, my past relationships are so different from each other,â you say, pouting. âButâ okay. I guess I like guys who are⊠confident,â You look at Jungkook and then let your mind float. âAnd I guess I also like somebody whoâsâŠâ You watch as he leans in closer to wait for your next words. Your feel blood rushing to your cheeks as you finish up with, âAttentive. I like good listeners. Yeah.â
âAh,â Jungkook nods. And then, he adds, âIs Shin Taemu from the IT department a good listener, then?â
Your brows furrow. âShin Taemu?â He nods. That earns a laugh from you. âNo, weâre friends.â
âFriends?â Jungkook asks curiously.
âWell, we â uh â did date. Didnât work out. So. Weâre only friends now.â
âDate, as in, a long relationship?â His eyes are so full of genuine curiosity that you cower away from them.
You shake your head at his question. âNo, no â not long relationship, it wasnât like that. I meant date as in â dinner date. Once.â You look at the shot glass and down it because of the sudden nerves that enter you. âWeâre doing this game wrong.â
Jungkoon chuckles at the way you drink another glass. He mirrors your action, though, and ask, âHow so? Weâre questioning each other.â
âYeah, but itâs too many questions!â You complain, jutting your lips into a pout.
âYou said you only wanted truth, so there goes your questions,â Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, which makes him laugh. âOkay, just so I can amuse you, Iâll do a dare if it points at me, and youâll do one if it stops at you. Deal?â
When you nod, Jungkook spins the bottle. He did it quite forcefully that the bottle takes a longer time to stop. You both watch keenly as it begins to slow down. Nervous, you pray it doesnât stop at you, and you let out a sigh of relief when it finally points to Jungkook.
Jungkook shakes his head when you let out a contained, âYes!â
âI dare you toâŠâ you trail off, watching as he looks at you curiously. âLet me pluck your brows.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asks incredulously.
âA promise is a promise.â You remind him.
âLike all of them?â
âWhat? Of course no!â You chuckle, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes.
âOh.â
âYou silly,â You say, laughing at him. âNot right now, though. I actually feel like Iâm about to pass out. Oh my god, I have to tend to a hung-over tomorrow.â You let your face fall into your hands and stifle a groan.
âIâll cook us some porridge or something, donât worry.â Jungkook says. Curiously, he asks, âWhy do you want to pluck my brows?â
You stare at him, and then focus your eyes onto his brows.
Pouting, you let your shoulders deflate as you sigh. âTheyâre so thick.â
âWhat?â Jungkook lets out, laughing incredulously. âIâm so confused.â
âYou wouldnât get it.â
âOkay⊠well, would you let me pluck your brows?â
You try to think about it.
âNo,â you shake your head. You add, âUnless youâre flirting with me.â
Jungkook stops. And then raises a brow. âUnless Iâm flirting with youâŠâ
You snap your eyes to look at him. Mirroring his brow, you ask, âAre you flirting with me?â
âMaybe,â Jungkook looks at you, lips tilted into a barely-there smirk that suddenly makes your cheeks burn with heat. âDo you like it?â
It takes you a while to answer, processing his words. You donât know if heâs joking or what. Is this just his usual teasing? It feels different this time.
But why are you denying it again to yourself, though? You may be stupid sometimes, but you know his teasing gets a little⊠borderline flirty. Youâre scared to ask him about it outright, though â afraid to be faced with the possible truth that itâs just your head playing mind-tricks for you; that Jungkook, with his teasing, is not flirty at all and youâre just flattering yourself to think about it that way.
But right now, his question feels real.
If he is flirting with you⊠do you like it?
You pour a drink into the shotglass and down it quickly. You feel your vision starting to get a little hazy as you put it down the table.
Jungkook realizes what you just did, and then throw his head back to laugh.
âNow, that was a cop-out.â He says, pointing to the trick that you just did.
You give him a smirk. âNo rules about not answering except down a drink.â
Jungkook chuckles. âSmart girl.â
He watches as you stand up, but when you trip over the carpet, heâs quick to follow and go over to your direction to hold your wrist, his arm going around your waist to guide you to stand upright.
âYou okay?â He asks. When you look up, your faces are just a hair's breadth away.
âHm.â You hum, blinking your eyes up at him. You find itâs because your lids are starting to get heavy.
âBe careful.â Jungkook says, but he doesnât let go of your waist, nor your wrist.
You stand there in the middle of the living room with that position, and weirdly enough, you feel like youâre both glued on it.
You canât move â or donât want to. You wish you want to. But you donât, and itâs why you let Jungkookâs fingers trail softly to your waist.
âYou look real sleepy,â he comments â whispers, more like, his bated breath hitting your skin.
âI am a bit dazy.â You say, finding yourself indulging in his touch.
Somehow, Jungkook never makes a move to get away even when youâre already steady on both feet. You feel that fading away so soon though, your knees starting to feel like theyâre about to buckle at the way Jungkookâs eyes bore deep into your own. You feel a sort of heightened sense within your body, his hand on your back making something in you tingle.
Itâs so intimate â the position. Jungkook looms over you with his much bigger frame and with his support on your back, you can just let yourself fall back.
Can you, though? Are you sure heâs going to catch you?
âYou do look a little dazy,â Jungkook comments, but his eyes have traveled down to your face, and you can see them stop at your lips.
That makes them part.
You see Jungkookâs adamâs apple bobbing at the action.
âI do feel dazy,â you say, parroting back his words. Maybe theyâre coming off slurred. You donât know. You find you donât care.
Jungkookâs lips tilt into a gentle smile. Soft like his demeanor. Soft like his arm that somehow found a way to tighten its hold around you even though you donât need it. But itâs Jungkook though, and as much as you deny it even to yourself â you do like his touch.
âYeah, you told me so.â His voice becomes an octave lower. His hands start to rub your clothed waist, and the ministrations of his thumb distract you a bit.
You roam your eyes around his face â noting the scar on his cheek which story you want to know so bad. When you trail you eyes down to his lips, you see the mole under it. You donât think you were being subtle at all â itâs quite obvious that youâre just staring.
And you know Jungkook notices.
âJungkook,â you breathed out, calling him about nothing in particular.
His only response is a small, gentle hum.
A beat of silence, and you feel Jungkookâs face leaning closer to yours.
You donât make a move away from him, just let your legs stay where they are, letting Jungkook slowly pull you to him. You can tell his movements are slower than usual â like heâs testing the waters, searching for something in your eyes, quietly asking if itâs okay â if what heâs about to do is okay.
It makes your heart hammer against your chest â his breathing becoming more audible in your own ears. His mouth reeks of the soju you both drank earlier, but youâve always liked the smell of it, especially when it comes with a man as breathtaking as him.
You feel the tip of his nose touching yours, your chest pressing against his own, his hand travelling from your waist to the back of your head.
When Jungkook leans down to close the gap, you swerve your face just in time to have his lips press against your hair instead.
âIâm sleepy.â You say quietly, a nervous lilt to your voice. You duck your head a little lower, laying your face on his chest and bury it with his scent.
You can feel Jungkook freeze in his position, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. You hope he doesnât feel the way your heart goes abnormal in your chest with such proximity â but right now, all you want to do is hide. Hide your face away from him because if he sees you, heâll know exactly what youâre thinking.
Heâll know exactly the effect he has on you.
It takes a few seconds of silence before Jungkook comes back to you.
âHm,â He hums, and you feel his hand letting go of your wrist to wrap around your waist, squeezing for a brief moment. Jungkookâs other hand cradles your head to his chest, swiping his hand against your hair in a repeated manner, and with the way he rests his chin on the crown of your head, you feel comfort in the whole thing. âWe should sleep.â
âYeahâŠâ you trail off, and you can just feel your lids getting heavier at the remark.
âYeah?â
âHm.â
âIâll take the couch. Do you want to shower first?â You shake your head against his chest. You feel it vibrating when he chuckles. âOkay.â
âMy body feels like jelly.â You say, and you feel that to be actually true.
âIs that code for âcarry me to your bed, Jungkookâ?â
Youâre thankful your face is buried in his chest as you smile widely.
âDo you want it to be?â
âI donât mind.â
You nod. âGood. I think Iâll get alcohol poisoning tomorrow.â
You feel Jungkook lifting his chin off your head as he sounds scold-y when he says, âDonât joke like that.â
You giggle against his chest.
âCarry me before I pass out.â
Jungkook snorts. âOhh. Bossy.â
âItâs my last day here. I deserve some slack.â You grumble.
âFine.â
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You wrote this about Simon: âAt this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.â
Iâd LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! Heâs just so big nâ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering
This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.
But this? This I wanted.
So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.
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He scared you, the first time you saw him.
Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).
It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.
When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.
His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.
He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.
By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.
What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.
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You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.
"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."
And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.
So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.
"What's the best way to carve wood?"
You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.
"How?"
"Whittle by whittle."
"That was absolutely terrible."
He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.
Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.
You were hopelessly charmed.
You broke your own rules and reached for him first.
You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.
You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.
You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.
When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.
Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.
Today had been a good day after all.
You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.
Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.
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It took timeâa slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.
You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.
You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.
You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.
He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.
So you offered, again and again in the beginningâmost times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.
It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.
You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.
Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.
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I love your writing so much but I'm here with a crack idea just imagine deage Dan is Klarion.
Dan was able to find out who he is outside of Danny then he was able to change his name Klarion Jackson Fenton/Nightingale he is still a little villain boy also now a mom boy.
Ghost King Danny is his mom young justice was so confused when Klarion you're the best gifts get your mom after not talking to him for a while to also begging them to pretend to be his friend . Justice League dark is panicking in the background about the electric being that just shows up.
Danny in full ghost king attire standing there with a plate of cookies ready to meet his son's new friends.
Thanks so much! I am glad you enjoy my writing!
Also thanks because I absolutely love this Idea/Prompt! Sooooo please enjoy this piece inspired by it! Also I haven't consumed a lot of DC material lately so i am basing this all on my memories. In other words.... I went with Tim's little team here.
Hope that's okay and that this won't disappoint.
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Dan, who was going by Klarion for some years now, had a massive problem. It was the huge kind of problem build on small bubbles of lies that then turned into this one giant bubble that was about to pop just because of one little question asked by his mom when his sister decided to throw him under the bus to deflect from herself and the fact that she was dating a demon. Don't get him wrong he still loves her, but man did he want to strangle Danielle right now.
"So Klarion, Ellie is right. When will I get to meet your friends you told me so much about?"
It was such an innocent question from his mom. And while his moms titles don't scare him, cause at some point in time they could have been his too, the happy dopey smile like nothing was wrong in the dimensions with little expectations directed at him was the scariest thing his mom could ever direct at him when he had asked THAT question.
So now Klarion was in need of a quick solution. When his mom had asked he had mumbled out a quick: "Next week maybe. We won't be busy with hero stuff then." He had started to form a plan. First of all, he needed to remember what all he had told his mom about his new and redeemed life on Earth 43 he had build for himself with the name Klarion Jackson Fenton-Nightingale.
Which fuck. There was a lot he had told his mom just so he wouldn't worry.
Cause now he also remembers that whenever he had gone out to cause some chaos he had made it seem to his mom like he was going out to bond with his new friend or help them with their hero duty. Well, in a way maybe his chaos causing could be seen as bonding. The ghostly kind, that is. And as for helping with the hero duty... he did give them work, something to do with their hero status. Anyway Klarion tried to remember all possible names he had dropped. Shit why did he also mention to his mom that he was working with heroes to make her proud? He should have name dropped some villains instead but nearly all of them were adults. He knew his mom would have frowned if he had only adult friends and no one around his age.
He was pacing his room in their castle. He need a plan, a good one at that. He knows he name dropped Robin, now Red Robin, Superboy and Impulse on a whim once. Superboy more so cause his mom had been interested in the Alien Heros of the Earth of the dimension he was partially living on now. He had mentioned Robin for the joke of knowing that there is a Dinner in an other Dimension with the same name. And because his Grandfather didn't like the Flash-clan which meant his mom didn't like them too much because of their messing with timelines either, he had mentioned being friends with Impulse on pure spite because of a punishment one day and to see their reactions. So he had to get these three on board anyway, and because for the heck of it he would get Wonder Girl involved too. It was never bad to have a girl in a friends group.
Klarion stopped his pacing. Turning towards his demonic ghost cat companion, kind of what Cujo was to his mom now. "Teekl, I think I have a plan. I will convince these Idiots, that shouldn't be a huge problem. Most of them are normale little flesh sacks." Teekl and him stared for some time at each other and after a moment Klarion huffed turning away with crossed arms. "It's a good plan don't be so sceptical, they are heroes right? They will not refuse my request!"
Well maybe Klarion should have planned this a bit better.
The next day Red Robin blinked at the witch boy up from the ground in the living room of what looked like to be an normal apartment. He had just been in Gotham, working on a case and now he was here? Looking to the left he also noticed that Superboy (the older), Impulse and Wonder Girl were also with him. They all looked stunned he observed and partially disoriented. Additionally they hadn't heard from Klarion since the last time they had foiled his plans on raging chaos upon the earth, that had been weeks ago.
"Kla-"
"I have summoned you heroes here. For the moment it is fruitless to try to leave because of the magic barrier." Okay rude to be cut of but that explained why he suddenly wasn't where he remembered to be last anymore. It was now Superboy who opened his mouth first but before he could even make a sound Klarion decided to speak over them again. "I have presents."
Four young heroes collectively blinked, confused, stunned and weirded out. As the which boy before them waved over to wards a table filled with boxes and packages. "I come in peace today, to proof that I brought these are presents, filled with various goods from different dimensions that should be to the liking of you all. Technologie, accessories, snacks, weapons, as well as clothing styles."
Red Robin shared a glance with his friends, a silent communication but before he once again could say anything Impulse was already by the table going through the stuff. They could here his 'oh's and 'ah's, which inevitably made them curious and they wandered over too. Klarion was not acting hostile at all yet but Red Robin did not trust that so he kept the which boy in clear view the entire time.
"Rob! You gotta see this! That actual futuristic Tech!"
"Look at these snacks."
"These accessories don't look to bad..."
His eye twitched when he noticed Klarion was sporting a smug look. Red Robin had to ask now, because this was not normal for the other. "Okay usually you would have started some big shot chaos plan by now. I don't buy this peace offering act and your way to formal talking. So what is going on?"
The other three, thankfully in Red Robins opinion, finally looked away from the tempting gifts and also turned their attention fully on Klarion. Who's smug smile falter as he let out a sigh and stared at them with what they could only describe as a frustrated look.
"My mom is planning to visit me."
"And?" Impulse asked between munching on three different bags of chips that where on the table.
"And he believes I am friends with you idiots."
They stared slack jawed. Impulse was pinching himself like he couldn't believe what they had just heard. Did one of their Villains, just informed them that their mom believes they were friends? Red Robin was starting to think he might be in a sleep deprived Hallucination.
"Why would she?" Wonder Girl questioned next to which Klarion glared at her with fire in his eyes.
"First of, my mom uses the pronouns he/Him. Be rude to my mom and I will find a way to make your life a permanent hell on earth." Wonder Girl blinked lifting her hands as in a sign of peace. "Second, my mom is under the believe that i work with heroes not against them. I do not have the heart to disappoint him after everything that happened in the past. So I embellished the truth a little."
"A little?" Superboy retorted sarcastically, to which they caught a light blush dusting the which boy's cheeks.
"Look my sister threw me under the bus and my mom wants to meet my friends now! So I need you idiots to play nice with me for when he visits!"
"And we will do that because?" Red Robin crossed his arms, watching their villain sceptically still not really buying this entire act. This was to strange of an behaviour change. Something was up, and he was going to get behind it.
Klarion on the other hand was starting to panic internally. His plan was not as he had hoped. The presents he had specifically gotten from other dimensions with what he believed was their interests did not work to make them simply accept his request. This was the last time he would listen to old man Vlad on how to bribe humans, he wasted his entire week on getting all that stuff. His mom was going to show up soon enough he need to have them act as his friends by then so he could remove the magic barrier. Or else his mom would notices he faked everything.
They left him no choice. He would have to throw his pride away for the sole reason to not disappoint his mom.
All four Young Justice Heroes blinked as Klarion suddenly threw himself on the ground before them into a pleading position.
"Please! I beg you, just for the time my mom is here. Please act like my friends!"
"I didn't think Klarion was a mama's boy...." Impulse whispered to the rest of them in pure disbelief as they stared stunned at the kneeling witch boy.
Cut to the heroes that noticed their teens were missing.....
"Where is he?" Batman growled at the Constantine who was sighing tiredly.
"Look mate, the way you and the other Spandex wearing friends explained it, made it sound like they got summoned by a being of the Infinit Realms." The blond man sighed lighting another cigarette eying the four heroes, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash. Zatanna was behind him pouring over a book about the realms and trying to find a tracking spell to trace it back and to where they could have been summoned.
"Don't you have something like a tracker on your boy?" Batman only growled something under his breath to which the Brite couldn't help to arch and eyebrow. Constantine was going to say something sarcasting as Deadman suddenly appeared a panicked look on him. "The Ghost King has chosen to come to our dimension."
"Say bloody what now?" All attention that had been on the heroes and their problem of missing teenage heroes turned now to Deadman and the news he brought with him. "The ghost, shades and spirits talked, for the king has decided to visit our Dimension. They are in an uproar, no one knows of why our King is on his way."
"Bloody fucking hell!" Constantine cursed. "We are fucking screwed! Isn't that guy a fucking tyrannical eldrich war maniac?!"
Deadman nodded solemnly and Constantine uttered another hearty and colourful 'fuck'. While the heroes present exchanged worried glances, not only were their kids missing but now a, by the sounds of it, highly dangerous being decided to appear in their dimension? Batman couldn't help but think that there had to be a connection to the missing teens and this.
Meanwhile in the Infinite Realms the Ghost King Castle...
Danny smoothed out his fur trimmed cape and adjusted his crown so it was floating nicely and evenly on his head. Today was the day he would get to meet his sons friends. He needed to make a good first impression. That was why he had chosen to take on his Ghost King form for this. With the wave of his hand he made an ice mirror appear before him, checking how he was looking once again. Once satisfied he nodded to himself looking over towards Fright Knight who was holding the plate of cookies he had baked himself. It was the fifth batch, and the only one that didn't turn out burned. He had needed Jazz help for this one to turn out well. It was only proper if he brought some cookies for the kids. Also he would have loved to bring his families fudge but... the last time he had tried making them had turned into a disaster.
"Thanks Frighty. Do you think Klarion's friends will like these? Wait don't answer! If they don't like them I will just get something else to thank them for taking care of my boy." Danny rambled on as he glanced at the plate of cookies in his hands. Why was he so nervous? He was just going to get to meet his little boy's friends. Sure his boy had dropped some stories about them and his adventures with them here and there. But hearing stories and meeting the kids were two different things.
Shaking his head Danny put on his best smile as he summoned a portal to Klarions apartment in the 43th Dimension of Earth. It was time to visit his boy in the place he had made his second home and thank the people that looked after his kid.
#question and answer#thanks for the ask!#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dan phantom#klarion the witch boy#tim drake#conner kent#bart allan#cassandra sandsmark#young justice#Dan is Klarion#Danny is Dan's mom#Ghost King Danny#Danny decides he wants to meet his boys friends#Dan told some pretty white lies#he now needs the young justice to act as his friends#He refuses to disappoint his mom#Meanwhile Justice League Dark is freaking out#inspired from an ask#thanks so much#no beta we die like danny#mom danny
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Hi, coco!
You could make a third part of Eminem x Young Actress Reader, where the reader accompanies him to a game in Detroit and the cameras can't stop focusing on them because Em has never been seen so smiling and affectionate with someone. For the rest you can add what you want. By the way, I love your work and I love that you write about Eminem since almost no one does.<3
Family Game
Eminem x Younger Actress Reader
Part 1 : Daddyâs Spaghetti
Part 2 : Red Carpet Appearance
AN : thank you for your request ! I hope you liked it. I added my own little twist to it đ„°
Ever since your remarked outing at the Oscars, everyone knew you and Marshall were dating, much to your delight. Sure, you would gladly do without the press coverage, but youâd be lying if you said it wasnât a tiny bit satisfying to have everyone know that Eminem, hip hopâs most eligible bachelor was spoken for, by yours truly, no less. After all, you were not the first (nor the last) public figure to thirst over him and it felt nice to have the âcompetitionâ know that they should back off. Especially when you were in a long distance relationship : him in Detroit, you in LA. Sure, you trusted each other and often traveled to make it work but, still, itâs easy to get jealous, especially when both parties are public figures. Marshall was well aware of your status as Hollywoodâs rising star and, since he had been your crush for years, you knew for a fact that he has tons of ladies throwing themselves at him.Â
In spite of the distance and a couple of jealousy episodes, the two of you managed to make your relationship work, however. Marshall frequently flew out to LA to record with Dr Dre and other artists and to visit you and, whenever you werenât shooting a movie, you joined him in Michigan. Your relationship was now in the serious state of « weâre both hope at each otherâs place ». Your living room table was full of CDs and notepads and his living room was made cozy with your favorite crystals (which he always made fun of), scented candles (which he secretly loved) and fuzzy blankets (which he stole whenever you werenât around). The whole relationship, despite trials, felt cozy and domestic. And it was made even better by the fact that Marshall had finally managed to ease up. You tended to blame it on the good critical reception after the Oscars : as soon as the two of you had been spotted together, holding hands, Marshall happily gushing about you to the press, both your fans and his had showered you with love and showed nothing but support. Whenever you were positing, fans (most of the time, respectfully) asked about him and they seemed truly overjoyed by the relationship. From what you gathered in the social media comments, they were also dying for the two of you to be spotted together again. Marshall was pretty much an hermit and not the kind to go out and about when he knew he might be spotted but, on one occasion, he had to oblige the fans.Â
His beloved Detroit Lions were playing your Los Angeles Rams at Detroitâs Ford Field Stadium and there was no way in hell you would miss the occasion to attend. Knowing how protective of your relationship he could be, you made plans to attend on your own, with a couple of friends who would fly in for the occasion, but Marshall surprised you by actually requesting your presence.Â
Donât you want to go with me ? He asked.Â
You mean⊠on a date ? You clarified.Â
I mean there would be other people around, like family, friends and shit but we could be together, he said with a smile.Â
You mean you would agree to being spotted with me ?! You asked jokingly. You know I wouldnât be caught dead in Lions apparel !Â
What I mean is that Iâd be proud to hold your hand, even if youâre wearing that stupid Rams hoodie, he grinned.Â
Ok, you giggled. As long as Iâm not forced to cheer for your team !Â
You ended up attending the event in a private suite with a lot of other people. Of course, his children were in attendance, as well as a couple of D12 friends. You had met everyone previously. A couple of months into the relationship, Marshall had organized a dinner for you to officially meet his daughters and everything had gone smoothly. You absolutely loved them, and same went for the friends he had introduced to you on different occasions. At the game, you were also joined by a couple of your friends, that you not so secretly planned on setting up with some of his. In your mind, there was no doubt that Alicia and Porter were meant to be and the Game seemed like the perfect occasion. It was joyful and everyone was really happy to be here. You were donning your favorite Rams apparel, much to Marshallâs dismay, but that didnât prevent him from casually holding your hand.Â
For how much would you wear Lions apparel ? Your friend jokingly asked.Â
Nobody in this room can afford it, you replied with a grin.Â
Oh really ? Marshall asked with a smirk.Â
How about if you guys get married ? Porter asked. Would you be willing to support the Lions ?Â
That would require a HUGE rock, you giggled. But yeah, sure, if we ever get married, Iâll wear Lions gear for all games, except the ones against the Rams.Â
Your friends erupted in « oooohs » and « aaaahs ». The rivalry between your two teams was enough to fuel a dozen of conversations but, other than that, everyone around you had to agree that you were kind of the perfect couple. Your best friends always pointed out that Marshall was good at keeping you grounded and reminding you of the things that mattered - besides all the LA glitz and glamour - and Marshallâs circle seemed happy that you encouraged him to go out of his comfort zone.Â
He was usually stressed out whenever there were tons of cameras around. It was unsettling to you, at first, because it was part of the job, but as your relationship progressed and he came with you to some events, he seemed to ease up. Still, he wasnât big on public displays of affection, but you didnât mind. You enjoyed his company nonetheless and you didnât need him to kiss you in public or even hold your hand to be happy to be with him. In settings like football games, though, he was himself - the man you knew and loved in everyday life. He could be seen clapping, shouting, cheering⊠a far cry from the stoic face he arbored on red carpets and magazine covers. And you absolutely loved to see him enjoy himself and have fun. You were enamored with his smile and happy demeanor and you didnât care too much about the 60 000 other people, you only had eyes for him. Obviously, though, as a Detroit native and global superstar, he was one of the centres of attention when Lose Yourself started playing before the game and everyone started singing/rapping along to the lyrics. Everyone in your group watched Marshall, who was definitely in a good mood. So were you, to be honest, and you couldnât help but rap along, this song being one of your favorites ever. As the song ended, you could see Marshall sitting right next to you, trying not to laugh.Â
Youâre adorable, he chuckled.Â
What ? You asked with a giggle. Itâs the ultimate stadium song ! And my boyfriend is the one who wrote it !!!Â
I love you, he simply said before cupping your face and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.Â
That was the last tender moment the two of you shared before the end of the game. When your two favorite teams played each other, there was no romantic involvement anymore. It was all betting, taunting and calling each other names. For the first two quarters, the Rams seemed to dominate, which you gladly shoved in your boyfriendâs face, but when the Lions ended up winning, you knew you wouldnât hear the end of it. Despite it all, and in spite of you being a sore loser, Marshall behaved like the perfect boyfriend and pecked you on the cheek, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you exited your suite. His team winning always put him in a celebratory mood and he was more affectionate than usual, not giving a damn what people would see or think. He even went so far as to kiss your lips.Â
Of course, in the following hours, the Internet went absolutely crazy over the pictures of the two of you at the stadium. While some accounts were raving about your outfit (because you did put some effort into making that Sports apparel work !), most of them were gushing about Marshallâs display of affection and how in love the two of you looked.Â
« Look at his smile đ„°Â » commented one, or « Look how in love he looks when sheâs rapping his song đâ€ïžÂ » were a few of the comments you could see under the videos of the event. It was extremely cute and, in moments like these, you felt like the luckiest woman on earth. However, a swarm of other comments started to appear, focusing on⊠Marshallâs daughters. The three of them were sitting on the row just behind you and they could be seen laughing at your nonexistent rapping skills (all fair, really) and mocking their fatherâs display of affection. You didnât take offense at all - youâd been there yourself and you knew how icky it could feel, seeing your parent being affectionate with someone in public, but the press and social media accounts seemed to turn it into a family feud. If the headlines were to be believed, neither Alaina, Stevie or Hailie approved of the relationship and thought you were too young for Marshall. They apparently despised you and saw you as the most evil and wicked stepmother who was more than likely after their Dadâs fortune. Of course, reality couldnât be further from the truth. Whenever you were in Detroit, you spent a great deal of time with Marshallâs daughters and you considered as friends. So much so that you even made plans of your own, that did not include him. It wasnât rare for the four of you to have dinner or go shopping. On occasion, they even visited you in California and you soon planned to go on a girlsâ trip in Morocco. So, when Hailie showed you the headline on your phone, everyone burst out laughing.Â
« Evil stepmother », Stevie chortled. Thatâs hilarious.Â
Is that because of the face you made, Hailie ? When Y/N was rapping ? Alaina chimed in.Â
I was making a face because they were corny ! She laughed. Look at Dadâs face on the video. Heâs all cute and lovey dovey. Of course I wanted to puke !Â
Marshall rolled his eyes. He was no stranger to his kids making fun of how in love with you he was but, honestly, he didnât care. For the first time in forever, he was happy and thriving in a relationship. A healthy one, at that. Whenever you were around, he could barely contain his joy and good mood and he often thought he would do anything to make you smile. He hated public attention but he simply loved showing you off and enjoying life with you. However, he had to admit he was a little annoyed by the comments involving your relationship with his daughters. He knew there was no truth to it whatsoever but that didnât make it less annoying. First of all, he hated seeing his kidsâ names in the media, especially if it was negative and, secondly, he hated the idea of lies involving all of you, the people he loved the most on this earth. However, the four of you were grown women and he knew better than to say something so he figured it would be best to wait for it to die down.Â
Unfortunately, though, the rumors did not die down and the whole thing got blown out of proportion. It wasnât only on social media : press and other media outlets got ahold of the story and even dug up some obscure social media posts and took them out of context. They really made it seem like there was hatred between the girls and you were a mean gold-digger who wanted to estrange Marshall from his children. Nothing could be further for the truth though, and you even celebrated the holidays together. After years spent in the public eye, you tried not to let it get to you but it was hard. Even if some of your past relationships had been publicized, this one was on a whole other level and you had a hard time dealing with the scrutiny. Especially when some people were starting to wish for the end of your career with comments like « What a b****. Hope no one casts her ever again đ » or « Hope she enjoys her Oscar because she wonât last much longer in Hollywood đ ». You tried not to let your feelings show. Marshall was already annoyed and you didnât want things to get worse. After all, you knew how overprotective he could get over the people he loved.Â
A few weeks went by and the attention seemed to die down around the holidays. You had been with Marshall for a year and a half and it was your first time celebrating together. You would spend the days leading up to Christmas in Michigan, go back to your family in California for the holidays and then jet off to a private Island lent by a friend for some vacation time just the two of you. Marshall would even join you in LA to spend some time with your family who was definitely approving of him. They absolutely adored him and considered him a part of the family.Â
In the week leading up to Christmas, you were on Christmas tree decoration duty with the girls while Marshall was letting you do your thing. Hailie had come up with some ornaments as merch for her podcast and you thought it would be cute and funny to take a selfie with one of them that said « Shady or Nice ». You posted it to your Instagram account with some cheesy caption and didnât pay it too much attention. When you checked the comments, a day or so later, you were surprised at the reaction. What you thought would be a cute nod to your boyfriend and his daughterâs podcast ended up in a shitstorm, with people basically accusing you on sucking up to Hailie to get to Marshall. In their mind, you were a master manipulator. Of course, these were just a bunch of people commenting and the rest seemed rather supportive and happy to see you acknowledging your relationship, something you rarely did on your social media account. Still, you were a little bugged off when you went to bed.Â
Whatâs up, babygirl ? Marshall asked as he laid next to you.Â
Nothing, you shrugged. Just these mean trolls.Â
What are they saying now ?Â
That your daughters hate me, you summed up. And that Iâm trying to suck up to them.Â
Thatâs stupid, he scoffed. The girls love you and you know it.Â
And I love them too, you know ? You replied. But I donât know⊠I donât like people getting the wrong idea. And I see people commenting about me in their posts and it breaks my heart.Â
Itâs not your fault, he said before kissing your forehead. Letâs not think about that, ok ? Just focus on the holidays and the great time weâre going to have.Â
Iâm going to miss you for Christmas, you pointed out.Â
Three days, he chuckled. And then Iâm joining you in California. And after that⊠you, me, a private island and your tiniest bikinis.Â
You nuzzled his neck and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, making you forget all of your worries. The next day, you were set to hop on the jet to go back to California and enjoy some family time with your brother and your parents. Before that, you enjoyed one last brunch at Marshallâs place, with his daughters. Hailie got everyone matching ugly Christmas sweaters and you were absolutely moved that she got one for you. You took corny pictures in front of the Christmas tree posing with your boyfriendâs daughters while he was rolling his eyes at your dumb poses. You even got Marshall to pose with you. He wasnât big on taking pictures but he knew how important these were for you and the girls so he obliged with a smile on his face. A few hours later, you were on the jet, scrolling social media and noticed that Alaina had posted the picture of you, her and her sisters in front of the Christmas Tree with the caption : « Happy holidays from our FAMILY to yours đ ». You thought it was the sweetest thing ever that she considered you as family. Of course, trolls were still in the comments, but you tried to stay positive. A few hours later, Hailie updated her last podcast episode of the year, with Stevie as guest.Â
So, before we begin this episode, we wanted to address something, she began.Â
Family matters, Stevie specified.Â
Right, Hailie nodded. You guys have been commenting a lot on last episodeâs video and on my Instagram accountâŠ
All our accounts, her sister corrected.
Yes. Everyoneâs account. It seems like Internet is going crazy about a certain video that was taken at the last Lions Game, so I thought⊠we thought we should clear things up, Hailie said. I understand that there are always going to be rumors about our family, and we canât help it at this point, but itâs the Holidays and I donât my mood to be ruined by negative attention and lies. So⊠Stevie, do you want to comment on the video ?Â
Basically, we were at the game, enjoying some family time and people filmed our reaction to Y/N⊠our Dadâs girlfriend, rapping Lose Yourself, Stevie explained. And kissing afterwards. And what really sparked the whole thing is the face Hailie made.Â
Yeah, I pretended to puke, Hailie giggled. And no, guys, itâs not because I hate Y/N or anything like that, itâs just⊠weâre a normal family, guys. Whenever you see your parents being cheesy and corny, you want to puke, right ?Â
Right, Stevie giggled. So, letâs not dwell on this but for the record : we love Y/N and she is not what people make her to be. We see her as family, you know ?Â
Yes ! Itâs the Holidays, itâs a family time and we all know I love Shady stories but⊠nothing Shady here. Itâs all love, Hailie chuckled.Â
Too much love, Stevie joked.Â
This warmed your heart even more. The girls absolutely didnât have to jump to your defense but the fact that they did warmed your heart and you couldnât wait to spend some time with them again. You sent texts to thank them and wished them happy holidays, saying you were looking forward to seeing them soon. You also texted your boyfriend, telling him how amazing his kids were and that you loved him and his family.Â
MARSHALLâS POVÂ
Marshall was eating dinner with his daughters when he got a text from Y/N that immediately put a smile on his face.Â
You girls are amazing, he said with a smile.Â
No idea what youâre talking about, Alaina said with feigned innocence.Â
I think you do, he replied with a grin. Seriously, you didnât have to do that but⊠thank you. It means a lot to me.Â
We werenât going to let people think we hate her, Stevie said.
Not when she is actually about to become our stepmother, Hailie said with a smirk.Â
Marshall immediately let his fork fall on his plate, a look of surprise on his face.Â
I⊠erm⊠wanted to talk to you about it first, he said. How do you even know⊠?Â
I found the ring sketches in your office last time I went there, Stevie said. I was searching for one of your old CDs.Â
And you had to go yapping to your sisters about that ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.Â
Are you really going to propose ? Hailie said with excitement.Â
I mean⊠Iâve been thinking about it, yeah, he admitted. I wanted to make sure you girls were ok with it first but, if thatâs fine with you, Iâd like to propose to her over the holidays.Â
The girls erupted in cheers and immediately gave their blessings, commenting on how they never thought this day would come. Of course, they quizzed him about his plans.Â
Were spending a couple of days with her family before going on vacation for NYE, so I was planning on asking for her fatherâs blessing, he explained.Â
Isnât he like⊠almost your age, though ? Stevie chuckled.Â
Itâs a matter of respect, he shrugged. I appreciated when Matt and Evan asked for my blessing so I thought Iâd do the same. Canât hurt to have your future father-in-law on your side.Â
And⊠as for the proposal ? Alaina asked.Â
I know itâs not super original but I was thinking of doing it on the private island, over a nice dinner on the beach, at sunset or something like that, he said.Â
Itâs so cute ! Alaina said. I love it.Â
I think my Dadâs gone corny, Hailie joked.Â
You think itâs corny ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.Â
Oh definitely. But sheâs just as corny so she is going to love it !Â
One question though, Stevie said. If you guys get married, sheâll move to Detroit, right ?Â
Thatâs sort of the plan, yeah, Marshall said. Sheâd move for work quite a bit, depending on where movies are shot, but sheâd live with me. Why ?Â
So⊠sheâd have to turn into a Lions fan eventually, right ?Â
Iâm counting on it, he said with a smirk.Â
Is that why youâre proposing ? Alaina joked.Â
Maybe, he chuckled. I swear to God, Iâm putting a ban on Rams apparel in the prenup.Â
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Reader getting kidnapped and tortured for information, when Simon and the team save the reader and take them back to base and Simon helps her recover mentally and physically, Simon swears to protect her at all costs? And they fall in love?! â€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you for waiting! đ€
What a Time To Be Alive
Pairing: Ghost x POW!reader (fem!reader, 141!reader, callsign âSpiteâ)
Word Count: 13.7k, One-Shot
CW: strong language, angst, violence, scars, blood, wounds, killing, fluff, attraction, one-shot, reader POV and Ghost POV, minors DNI, EXPLICIT SMUT, P in V, passionate kisses, fingering, hickeys, mirror sex, passionate sex, gentleness, compliments, praise
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: You were caught by the enemy during a crucial mission. The 141 team had no choice but to leave you, thinking you were dead already. For a year and a half, you were held prisoner and tortured for information. When the 141 finally gets you back, Ghost volunteers to take care of you during your recovery, having felt responsible for your capture. Both of your feelings blossom into something more as you both realize how much you care about one another.Â
You were dead. At least, thatâs what everyone thought when they watched you get shot in the head. You didnât blame them for leaving. You would have probably thought the same thing if it was one of them.
No, you were still alive. The metal plate that doctors put in your head after a bad car accident as a teenager saved your life. You were knocked out cold upon bullet impact, but still very much alive. Not that you were doing well, though.Â
With a headache and tired eyes, you looked at your cold, stone wall marked with tally marks for the passing days. 547 days were marked, give or take. There were days where you didnât wake up so you forgot to mark them. You didnât wake up until some time after you were captured too. Those days werenât marked.
Your stomach grumbled, making your bodyâs ache amplify all over. You couldnât remember the last time your body didnât hurt. What was once lean military muscle was now skin and bones. You were constantly hungry for food, a combination of you refusing to eat out of spite and being underserved overcooked rice to the point that it was just mush.Â
They kept you weak. Underfed and dehydrated. It was probably a good thing they did because otherwise you would rip your warden apart with your bare hands.Â
When you first came to after being captured, you had the honor to meet your warden right away. A man that was on the hit list for the 141, Bill Porakov. but made a surprise appearance at the mission. He was the one that lifted his gun just as everyone was boarding the helicopter to go home.Â
It was one of the memories you still remembered so vividly. The dirt kicking up from the ground, the blades whipping around the wind, the look back you happened to give by chance before the gun went off. You saw the aim. You traced it back. And before the bullet could hit him, you had pushed Ghost hard. The last sight you saw of them was Ghost falling forward towards the chopper, the rest of the team that was already grabbing his arms to pull him in.Â
You saw the brief expressions he gave you when he looked back. At first, he was annoyed, but it didnât take long for his annoyance to morph into pure horror as the bullet meant for him hit your skull.
When you awoke, you were strapped to a chair. Your head pounded, you were in your underwear, and you were meeting your warden.Â
No matter what he did, you never talked. Even when he cut your skin with knives. Even when he dislocated your jaw with a hammer. Even when he took your pinkie finger and a few of your teeth, you never talked. All you did was give a human snarl, angry firecrackers in your eyes. Â
It wasnât until the third month when he realized that nothing was going to make you talk that he switched tactics to solitary confinement. He came by every now and then to try physical torture again. Waterboarding, electric shock.Â
It felt like he did it more so for fun than to fish information out of you after a certain point.Â
You snapped to attention when you heard whispers down the hall. A few guards were whispering to each other. Trying to ignore the pain of your body, you attempted to eavesdrop.Â
â-said to be extra careful today. Maintenance work will have the cameras down for a little bit.â
âLike anything is gonna happen. Her brain is too scrambled to do anything. You know what she did last week?â
âWhat?â
âShe threw her food out. Managed to sling the bowl through the bars and shattered the thing. Then, she just sat in the corner. Didnât even realize that the food she got was actually good that day. The bitch is paranoid and out of it. One too many things to that thick skull of hers.â
âDamn, really? When do think the warden is gonna let her go now that sheâs fucked in the head?â
âProbably never. After that incident was reported, he just shrugged. Said she was still a prize, even starving.â
As the guards approached your cell, you pretended that you were asleep. It wasnât hard to do since you often found yourself pretending to be asleep to avoid guard confrontation. When you heard the sound of your cell door unlocking and opening, you stirred as if just becoming awake.Â
âDinner. Donât make me clean your mess like last week.â
You slowly got up and limped towards the silver tray, your porcelain dishware exchanged for silver since last week.Â
You threw the food against the wall last week because it looked good. Too good. You did get paranoid and thought it was poisoned. A last meal. You didnât care if it made you look crazy. In fact, you liked how they thought you went crazy. They would underestimate you, especially now that the time was right for your plan.Â
On your tray was the usual mush of rice mixed together with cut deli meat. The smallest amount of protein and carbs that would make the grumbling stop, but your body still weak.Â
Slowly, you ate, trying to ignore the fact that you had to eat with your fingers that were covered in sweat and dirt. They only let you take a cold shower once a month. One that only lasted thirty seconds.Â
God, you hoped that today really would be the day you could start your plans of escape.Â
âPrison Fight in Cell Block D! Personnel in Cell Block E and F report to Cell Block D immediately!â a strong voice announced over the speakers just as one of the guards was relocking your cell. They both sighed, but then hurried out to see what the commotion was.Â
Except, they forgot to lock your door properly. Youâve gotten used to all the sounds of the prison like a pattern. The sound of your cell door locking was a familiar that never missed, until today. Waiting a few minutes, you made sure that the guards were gone and busy. If this was going to work, you had to be careful. Play your cards right.
You were lucky that you were Cell Block Fâs only prisoner.Â
Slowly, you pushed the door to avoid the whining creak it always gave. Slipping through, you could feel your hands shake and your head spin. Jesus, you were in bad shape. This was the most amount of moving you had done in a while.Â
Carefully, you headed down the hall toward the front desk of the block. Luck really was on your side today. As you peeked through the door window, you noticed that there was no one manning the desk. All that was left was a radio, a cell phone, a transmitter, a computer, and walkie talkies on chargers. You pushed the door open, the task taking more effort than it should have, and you picked up the phone.Â
Dialing the secret number you knew by heart, you prayed that it would go through. It rang several times before you reached a voicemail prompt. You nearly wept when you heard Kateâs voice asking you to leave a message. You missed her.
Your voice cracked as you tried to summon it. Itâs been a long time since youâve used it for talking. Nowadays youâve only used it for screaming. It was hoarse and broken. It hurt to speak. âTh-This is Spite. 5286. Iâve been a prisoner all this time. I-I donât know where. I havenât seen the light of day. . .â
âPlease, bring me home. If that canât happen. . .â
You swallowed hard and thought about your next words carefully. âI will hold out for two weeks. If no one comes for me, then I will take my own life by taking Bill Porakovâs life. I wonât go to the other side empty handed.â
Leaving the message at that, you hung up, erased the call history, and cautiously retreated back to your cell. Crawling into your concrete slab of a bed, you curled up and closed your eyes. You felt your cheeks become wet as you now waited for someone or no one to help you.Â
Just before you began to drift off. You heard sounds coming down your hallway again. Heavy footsteps that identified your visitor. The warden.Â
You felt his eyes on you, sizing you up in the corner of your cell. When he attempted to unlock the door, he noticed that it was unlocked already. Instead of becoming angry at his employees, he simply began to laugh. The other guards nervously began to join in. âUnlocked door and still a stationary prisoner. Have you lost hope finally? Good. Itâll make taming you a lot easier.â
~
The 141 team was getting out of a meeting. A boring one. One that went over statistics and facts about their own work that nearly put them to sleep. They never really cared about their accomplishments or results from a numbers perspective. Besides that, all the accomplishments they made nowadays felt tasteless. Ever since you died, all of their success never felt as good as before.Â
The team was quiet, walking through base together under a bright afternoon sun. Soap was the first to speak in that thick Scottish accent of his. âHow about the bar tonight, lads? I could go for a drink.â
There was no answer for a moment, everyone hesitant to accept the offer. The last time they went out to the usual bar, they did have a good time. Until Ghost glanced over at what used to be your chair. He always did that when he went out to the bar. When he noticed the absence, everybody else did too.Â
Ghost took your death the hardest. You gave your life to save his. It was a debt that he could never repay. Besides that, you were one of the best of them. The wittiest sense of humor, the most encouraging and supportive in and outside the battlefield. The best cook too when you were sick of the baseâs cafeteria food.Â
Drinking only made him forget about you for a short while, but it was always an offer he took up when he was invited out to the bar. âSure, Johnny.â
âCount me in then too.â Gaz chimed in. Price nodded as well, the both of them having had formulated a plan for the next bar outing. Something that would hopefully bring all of them a little more closure, especially Ghost.Â
They were going to propose a memorial. They held one a week after you died, yet it didnât feel quite right. It was too formal. Too stiff. It was organized by the military. Ghost didnât even go. They needed to organize one themselves. One that you would approve of better.
They just had to make sure Ghost would attend. A discussion that would be saved for the bar tonight.
Just before Soap could open his mouth to say something, Price spotted Kate running full speed towards them, tears streaming down her face. She was shaking and breathing so hard that it looked like she was close to a panic attack.Â
âKate?! Whatâs wrong? What happened?â Price already began to ask, the team ready to spring into action.Â
She took a few deep breaths, working up the courage to reveal the truth that almost had her faint when she first heard it. âS-Spite. . . Sheâs alive. . . Sheâs alive!â
Ghost felt his heart drop. His blood ran contradictory temperatures. Hot and cold. His breath was stuck in his lungs. He lost color under his mask. Then, he clenched his teeth. No, this couldnât be true. You got shot in the head. There was no way you could have survived that.
âAre you sure Kate? How do you know?â Price calmly tried to reason, not wanting to hold out for false hope either.
Laswell just nodded and opened her phone. In a single tap, your voice came out broken but alive.Â
The team was frozen as they listened to your cry for help followed by your fearless determination. If they had any doubts before that it was really you, those doubts no longer existed as you said something only you would say. That you wouldnât die empty handed.Â
âSpite. . . you spiteful bastard. . .â Soap choked, not afraid to shed a tear.Â
Kate put her phone back in her pocket and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. âIâll have my people trace the call back to the location.â
Price nodded before turning to his men. âGear up! We got a soldier to save!â
As soon as the order was given, Ghost left the group to go to his room in the barracks. He had to pack. His mind was racing as he began taking a few extra socks from his dresser. He could hardly believe it. You were alive. You, the person always on his mind even after all this time had passed, was still living.Â
He couldnât imagine the shit you were going through. And he felt like it was his fault.
No matter what, he promised himself, he would bring you back home. Even if it cost him his life this time.Â
~
You didnât know how many days had passed. Porakov took you out of your solitary cell to keep in a new prison located in his office. It was a beautiful office with fresh flowers, polished furniture, and a white carpet. In your new cell, a modern door that needed keycard access locked you in the room. The room was all white except for one wall made out of bullet-proof glass for Porakovâs viewing pleasure.Â
Somehow, you missed your old cell.Â
As you sat in the corner of your new room, you watched Porakov through the glass. He was chatting with someone new. Someone that looked out of place with their white coat and round glasses. A doctor perhaps?
Your captor finally looked at you, making your skin crawl. He gave a malicious grin like a wolf that trapped its prey. The stranger looked at you too, a curious quirk in his brow.
They approached your door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. You kept to the corner, shrinking yourself as much as you could. âWell? What do you think? Can you do it?â
The doctor examined you further, adjusting his glasses on his face. âI think so. Itâs going to take some time, though. Can you have this room ready for me within two hours with everything I need?â
âWe actually have everything ready to roll out.â The warden smirked before leaning into his walkie talkie and summoning workers to bring out rolling tables of medical equipment into the room.Â
You watched with steel eyes as they set the room up with all the medical equipment. A metal slab as if it came from a vetâs room took up the center. Microchips, a bonesaw, scalpels, and tweezers decorated the various trays. It took nearly no time at all to get whatever torture method Porakov planned set up.Â
The doctor began to sanitize his hands. âSuch diligence isnât even demonstrated in regular hospitals.â
âThis is a special day.â Your captor responded before leaving the room only to watch behind the glass. As the doctor approached, you braced yourself like a cornered wild animal.Â
The doctor eased back, treating you as such. âItâs alright. Iâm going to fix you up. Make you feel better. You want that, donât you? I know youâve been in pain for a long time.â
âDonât fucking touch me.â You simply warned, refusing to believe a single word he said. If he was working for Porakov, that was enough of a reason not to trust him. No self-respecting doctor would even entertain the idea of working for a vile man like him.Â
The doctor frowned at your disobedience. âIf you fight this, itâs going to hurt way more.â
As his hand inched closer to you, you sprung forward and attempted to bite. He pulled back just in time before you could bite a finger off. He cursed and turned to the glass. âYou said she was broken!â
âSeems like she still has a little fight left in her. Apologies, doctor. Itâs okay if you have to be rough with her. Teach her whoâs boss.â The warden simply encouraged.
With a sigh, he revealed a small gun strapped to his belt. It wasnât a regular gun. It was a tranquilizer gun. Realizing what was about to happen, you tried to get to your feet as quickly as you could, but it was too late. Your lack of proper body care made you lose your balance. A sharp pain hit your shoulder, a dart sticking out of you. Your vision already began to haze over, your body feeling heavier than ever before. Whatever was in the tranquilizer was enough to make you ragdoll, but not enough to put you to sleep.Â
They wanted you awake for this.
Your limp body was lifted onto the table, giving Porakov a clear view of the show that was about to begin.Â
It felt like you were beginning to disassociate. Tears escaped as you wished that you were dead instead of being here. Being treated like a rabid animal and a personal show made you sick. Dying alone in your cell would be better than this.Â
Something caught Porakovâs attention for a moment. He seemed to be yelling at someone. It looked urgent. Before he left to handle business, he told the doctor to continue his work.
The doctor simply shrugged and focused back on you. He took a scalpel and began to make an incision along the palm of your hand. You felt the chill of the blade meet your hot blood, nerves going off as if you were touching a hot stove. You hissed and groaned at the pain, refusing to give him anymore than this if you could help it.Â
But then, he began to dig around under your skin using the tweezers, shredding nerves and muscles like pulling apart thread. As he pinched your nerves directly, you screamed. A bloodcurdling scream that ripped apart your vocal chords.Â
Ignoring your cries, he took a microchip and settled it between your flesh. It suddenly clicked for you. He was rewiring you. Finding your nerves like hidden wires to connect to microchips that were programmed to do god knows what to your body.Â
Your mind went berserk, screaming at you to get out of there. To fight back. Adrenaline fought tranquilizer for control as your hand was being ripped apart from the inside. Your heart beated within your ears as you find the energy to grab a spare scalpel from the tray and swipe it along the doctorâs neck, letting gravity and momentum carry out your attack.
You heard the sound of him choking on blood, his tools clattering to the floor as he struggled to get his bleeding under control. Rolling off the table, you hit the ground hard with your hip. The breath that was knocked out of you made your head spin. You used to take most pain like a champ. Now, everything felt like your were getting hit by a truck.Â
It didnât stop you from trying to reorientate yourself, your bleeding, open hand clutching your head. When you finally managed to stand back up, the doctor was staggering to get out of the room. Taking advantage of his state of weakness, you took the bonesaw and prepared to ruin his hand like he tried to do to yours.
The doctor stumbled onto the pristine carpet of Porakov, staining it with his blood. As you got closer with the saw, his gurgles became more strained. Begging for mercy. Adrenaline was kicking in full swing now as you became engulfed in rageful flames. You took a flower vase to your left and threw it, hitting him square in the knees. While he was knocked down, you stepped on one of his wrists.
He had no choice but to take it unless he wanted to bleed out, his other hand still holding the wound. Without remorse, you began sawing off his left hand. Within a few seconds, you didnât even hear the strained mixture of gurgles and screams anymore. You didnât hear anything anymore as you just sawed away, taking out your time of suffering out on someone you thought deserved to die.
By the time the hand was detached, the doctor was already long gone. Your hands were shaking and you were exhausted. Everything was still mute, the sound of your heavy breath taking over your ears.Â
It was the smell of gunpowder that snapped your attention to the exit. It was an undeniable scent. Something big was going on. Perhaps you were finally getting rescued.
You took a step towards the door before stopping altogether, the door suddenly slammed open to reveal a bloody, panicked Porakov. He clutched his side that was staining his uniform in blood. The strap he usually carried was missing.Â
Adrenaline came rushing back as you were presented with your chance for revenge. Your step forward brought his attention to you. His eyes widened in fear. The animal was out of her cage.Â
Behind him, heavy footsteps approached. The door slammed open again, this time revealing a face that you never thought youâd get to see again. Blue eyes behind a dark skull. Your heart almost collapsed in on itself as you took him in. Even with the black paint around his eyes, you could tell that he was tired despite the rage.Â
Most of his anger melted away as Ghost saw you. Dehydrated and malnourished beyond belief. Bloody and sunken in. Eyes full of a mix of emotions that he wished he could ask about.
You looked back at your warden, shaking in his boots like a coward. This pathetic man that tortured you to the point of such weakness was now silently praying for mercy.Â
âHold him down for me.â You ordered Ghost, your voice darker than the depths of the ocean.Â
He didnât think you should be exerting yourself over anything, but he couldnât bring himself to deny your order. You needed this. He wanted to give it to you.
A bullet hit Porakovâs knee, making sure he wouldnât struggle too much for what you were about to do. As he screamed, Ghost settled himself in his office chair, tying him down with some spare duct tape he always kept on him.Â
You approached the desk, steadying yourself with your hands. Your left hand was beginning to feel numb by the second, nerves shredded like old newspaper after using both hands to work the saw. Your right hand was missing your pinkie finger.Â
âIâm going to make you wish youâve never been born.â You simply stated, taking back up the bonesaw. Ghost silently watched you bring the serrated blades down on Porakovâs fingers, amazed that your desire for revenge was enough to give your body energy. He supposed that that was one of the things he missed about you. Your unwavering determination to see something through.Â
For this, you made sure to tune in in order to hear all the cries your warden had as you took all of his fingers. It was a sound you dreamed of hearing. This moment was what youâve been waiting for.Â
Yet, your heart seemed to remain empty as you watched his fingers fall to the rug. You didnât stop until all of his fingers were gone, but it all still felt so hollow. You thought if you could get your revenge, you would get your closure. So why wasnât this as enjoyable as you thought it would be?
Sobs filled the space when you were done. The man you resented shriveled in his seat as he wept for his lost body parts. You clenched your jaw, feeling yourself fill with a cold, angry flame. âLock him in the cell over there.â
âWh-What?! Y-You canât! What about food and water?!â He began to shout, squirming in his chair as Ghost rolled him into the cell. You were lucky that he couldnât care less about doing the military-right thing. To both of you, this was the right thing to do.
âYou are going to die cold, sad, and alone in that cell. Iâll guarantee it.â You promised, watching Ghost situate him in the far corner. He noticed the medical tools scattered around along with the metal medical table. The thought of you strapped down, screaming and losing pieces of your life with each cut made him want to beat the shit out of Porakov. But, it wasnât what you wanted for him.Â
He left and closed the room before giving you space to lock it. As the both of you looked through the glass, taking one last sight of Porkav, you said your final goodbye. âFuck you, Warden.â
Ghost followed behind as you began to leave, your adrenaline dying back down much faster than you expected. You were downright lethargic when you closed the door to the office, locking it behind you. âBreak that shit. Make sure it will be locked for good.â
âSpi-â
âNow, Simon!â You snapped, not meaning to take your pain out on him. In response, he bit his tongue and followed your order. He just wished he could hear you call his name without so much hurt behind it.
As you heard him break the locking mechanism, you leaned against the wall, your vision swirling. Everything began to get hazy and dark, something pulling you into either death or sleep. You couldnât fight it this time, your body exhausted from all the fighting youâve spent months doing.Â
Ghost turned around as soon as he heard your body hit the floor, out cold. âSpite? Y/n?!â
He took you up in his arms and felt your pulse. Slow, but alive. He didnât know where your blood began and enemy blood ended. You were so much lighter than what he remembered too.
It shouldâve been him to get caught.
Carrying you in his arms, he radioed for evac. This time, you would get on that helicopter and be taken home, safe and sound. He would make sure of it.
~
You didnât wake up for a while. A long while. By the time you did, you were a fraction into recovering from surgeries already. They fixed up your hand as best the doctors could, they got you on IVs and nourishment. They even had a dentist come in to replace any missing teeth.Â
The only thing they couldnât fix or replace was your pinkie finger. That was something you had to live with for the rest of your life now. A constant reminder of what happened. At least you could wear certain clothes to cover up your numerous scars. It was impossible to comfortably hide a missing finger.Â
Ghost never left your room. Everyone took turns visiting you, even in your unconscious state. He stayed, though, the entire time.Â
He did everything for you that the nurses couldnât. Making sure you were comfortable with blankets and pillow changes, making sure you had fresh flowers in your hospital room. He even played music he knew you liked, just in case you could somehow hear the world around you.Â
Anything to make up for being the one to take his bullet, he would do.
It was a sight for sore eyes when you finally opened them and saw him. Your throat was parched and sore, but you still spoke out to get his attention from a book he was reading. âGhost?â
âSpite.â He immediately looked up. Jesus, you could cry. In fact, you did start to cry.Â
Tears began to travel down your cheeks. âI. . . I thought Iâd never see you again. . .â
He took your right hand in his, a gesture that he has never done before, but not unwelcome. His hand was large, warm, and. . . perfect. âMe too, dove. We thought we lost you.â
âI did get shot in the head.â You justified, already trying to bring some easiness back with some dark humor.Â
Ghost missed your humor so much. It was easy to match. âYouâll have to show me how to do that party trick.â
You gave a short snicker. âYou just gotta get a metal plate installed in your head. Wouldnât recommend it, though. Hurts like hell.â
He finally gave a laugh, the first time since he lost you. Squeezing your hand tighter, he prepared the words that he actually wanted to say for when you woke up. âYou took that bullet for me. It should have been me, but you took it. I-â
You interrupted him, already knowing where this was going. âStop. You wouldâve done the same for any of us. Thatâs what it means to trust each other with our lives. You donât owe me shit for it, okay?â
Before Ghost could reply, the door to your hospital room opened. Your nurse stepped in with some new IV bags and blankets. She was taken aback as she noticed that you were awake. It didnât take long for the doctor to rush in and for Ghost to get kicked out.Â
While he waited, he contacted the team to let them know that you were finally awake. They wasted no time in rushing over to see how you were doing, eager to see who they thought was dead. As soon as the doctor gave them the all clear, you were bombarded with the affection of your team.Â
For a moment, it made you forget about the horrors of your capture.Â
The fun was spoiled when the doctor came back into the room. The immediate question on everyoneâs mind was regarding your stay.
âHow long until I can get discharged?â You asked, eager to go back home without thinking too much about it. After the words left your mouth though, you realized that you probably didnât have a home to go back to. Shit, all of your stuff was probably gone since you were declared dead. . .Â
âIf everything goes smoothly, we can send you out tomorrow. However, youâll need a lot of time to recover. Weâre going to recommend physical therapy, some new medications, and a therapy recommendation. What you went through is something you should process with time. Do you have anyone that could help take care of you at home?â
You became silent and bit your lip. Before you were assumed to be dead, you didnât really get along with your family. Knowing your family, they probably rejoiced over your death before immediately going over your will. You wouldâve loved to be a fly on that wall.Â
And now that you were apparently still alive, you wondered how they would respond to asking for your stuff back. That was going to be something.
With no family, no home, and a list of things to do now that you were back, you began to get a headache. Just as you were about to explain the situation, though, Ghost chimed up.
âIâll take care of her.â
Your eyes widened at the idea of Ghost being by your side for essentially twenty-four hours a day. âI already told you that you donât owe me shit.â
He shook his head. âIâm not volunteering because of guilt.â
Now Price was the one to speak up. âIt wonât have to be all on Ghost. We can take turns visiting and keeping an eye on you. Hell, weâll take care of the hard tasks too while you recover.â
Feeling your headache become stronger triggered by new stress, you give up quickly. You were too tired to argue. âFine.â
âGreat! Weâll continue to monitor you and ensure youâll be ready for discharge soon.â
~
You awkwardly waited in Ghostâs car as he prepared your wheelchair. Your legs were weak, but not unusable. For a brief moment, you argued with him about using a cane to help you walk. He was pretty insistent that you still took it very easy to the point that it was hard to say no.
Once he opened your car door, you got into the chair and looked up at the tall apartment complex. You wondered which floor was Ghostâs as he wheeled you in.Â
âYouâll be using my room while I sleep on the pullout couch. If you need help getting around anywhere, just ask. Price and Kate will visit later to discuss some options.â He explained as if he was going through a checklist.Â
âOptions?â
He shrugged. âJob options. Living options.â
As he pushed you into the elevator, you began to panic. Job options? Did they intend on letting you go? Yeah, you were pretty fucked at the moment, but you just needed some time to get back in shape. You really donât want to lose your job. Despite everything that happened, you still wanted to be part of the team.Â
With each ding of the elevator indicating a passing floor, you got more and more nervous. Ghost looked down at you, noticing how hard you were gripping your seat. His eyes couldnât help but notice your missing finger on one hand and limp strength for the other. A sting in his chest had him look away.
He wasnât letting you live with him out of guilt, but he was still sorry that this happened to you.
The elevator doors finally opened on the highest floor, revealing a long hallway leading to only a few doors. At the farthest end of the corridor, Ghost reached the apartment. A blast of refreshing A/C hit your senses first. The further he wheeled you in, the more you began to notice more.
His whole place was tidy and organized, a fact that contradicted what you remember about him. From what you remember, the guy was a mess. His desk at work was always crowded with paperwork, empty mugs of tea, and sticky notes meant to remind him on what to do next.Â
The sweet smell of pipe tobacco and vanilla spread across the environment, a few plug-in air fresheners scattered around. It made your anxiety melt as you became more familiar with the scent you used to smell everyday on Ghost.Â
He parked you near his polished dining table and placed a laptop in front of you. Your old laptop. âIâm gonna get some lunch started. I figure that you want some time to see what you missed?â
You nodded and booted up the laptop with your better hand. Your hand with damaged nerves needed some therapy focus before it could be fully functional again. âThanks, Ghost. I appreciate this.â
âOf course.â He responded as he wandered off into his kitchen. A little window viewing the dining room allowed him to monitor you while he cooked. As we figured out what to make, he stared at you from a distance.
Color was returning back to your face. You were still light, but he would put some meat back on those bones soon. There was a shine back in your eyes that brought him back to those fun nights at the bar with you. He remembered your smile, your laugh, your gaze.
He remembered how you used to talk about cooking, one of your favorite things to do, whenever he had a moment alone with you. It was one of the things that made you light up. Ghost would sit there for hours, listening to you talk about what youâve made, what you want to make, a new technique you want to try, how you should be in charge of the mess hall.
Deciding lunch, he shifted his focus on cooking, already predicting that it wasnât going to be half as good as your cooking.
While you heard the sound of pots and pans clanging together, your hands ached. There was a phantom knife in your hand, waiting to start chopping vegetables that didnât exist. For a moment, you willed your hands to move like you were entering prep-mode.Â
Your wrist quickly gave out within a few motions of pretend chopping. Not to mention that your left hand refused to curl your fingers in right.Â
When will you be able to cook like you did again?
When will everything feel normal again?
The knock on the door snapped you out of your pity party. Ghost answered it and directed Price and Kate to you, as promised. Kate gave you a pearly smile and Price gave you a warm pat on the shoulder.Â
They took their seats and then immediately dived into the grit. Ghost eavesdropped from the kitchen. âWe donât want to bullshit you, Spite. There are a lot of things that need to happen before you can return to your job. We canât even give you desk duty until you do a few things first.â
You crossed your arms over her chest, not liking where this was going. âLike what?â
Kate passed over a manilla folder containing various paperwork sheets and tests. âFirst, we would need to interview you. Ask you about what happened while you were imprisoned.â
A scoff escaped your lips. âYou wanna know if I opened my mouth about anything.â
âWe know you didnât and you never would. A team sent with us when we came to rescue you collected whatever evidence and intel they could get their hands on. They found recordings of your interrogations. Weâre going through them now to make sure you kept certain things confidential.â Price reassured, already sensing that you were beginning to stress out.
You understood why it had to be done. It just made you sick to your stomach that your torture was being looked at solely for the purpose of checking to see if you were a good soldier. âWhoâs reviewing the recordings?â
âProfessionals. But they want your testimony too.â Kate vaguely elaborated, trying to move past this already.
You didnât let up, though. Instead, you asked for something that shocked the both of them. Even Ghost who was chopping onions paused mid-cut. âCan I choose someone from the team to review them instead?â
âWhy would you want that?â
âI donât want a couple of strangers viewing something as intimate as my torture. I would rather have someone I know I can trust see those recordings.â You justified, not thinking much about the weight of that request.Â
Kate and Price looked between each other, silently debating on if they should honor your request. There was a concern of conflict of interest, but then again, the 141 got a few special privileges. Price cleared his throat. âWho would you want to see the recordings?â
The obvious answer should have been Kate, but it wasnât. In fact, you really didnât want Kate to look at any part of your torture. You didnât even think she could stomach it. She was capable and tough like the rest of you, but she worked more from the shadows to save her from horrendous bloodshed.Â
There were only three people that you felt like could handle it. Price, Ghost, and yourself. Like hell they were going to let you see your own footage though. âWould you and Ghost mind?â
Price gave it some deep thought before nodding. âI can do it if thatâs what you want. Ghost?â
Ghost wasnât surprised that Price knew he was eavesdropping. âIâll do it.â
Kate immediately closed that part of the conversation. âWell thatâs that. Next, we have to retest you in multiple areas. Physical, mental, shooting range, the whole works. Some of the intelligence based tests can be done sooner, but the rest will have to wait until you are physically fit again.â
âThat could take weeks.â You grumbled, already getting impatient with your recovery process.Â
âWe have time. Outside of work tasks, anything that should take priority in your personal life. Besides the basics, of course.â Price switched topics, hoping that will brighten your mood a little.Â
You did like bossing them around when you had the chance. With a smirk, you began rattling off all the things you needed them to do for you. âContact my lawyer and family. Gotta get that sorted out and hopefully get some stuff back if my folks havenât tossed anything out yet. And if I donât have to be the one to do it, the better. Thatâs probably the first major errand. Most of the other things will have to wait until the basics are done.â
âI do want my favorite brand of coffee here. Sorry, Ghost, but your coffee is shit.â You spoke a little louder, making sure that Ghost could hear you. Doing so made your throat already feel sore, but it was worth it when you got to here a chuckle back.
âTell me how you really feel.â He smiled beneath the mask as he pushed the diced veggies into a large pot filled with chicken stock. The aroma of chicken soup was making you salivate.Â
Kate and Price eased up from your humor too as they added your coffee request to their list. After a few more minutes of chatter, they said goodbye so you could enjoy lunch. It was a good thing too because you were hungry and your voice was getting sore.
Ghost finished up the simple chicken noodle soup. Carrots, onions, celery, leftover shredded chicken melded together in a stock that was sure to be nutritious yet easy on your recovering stomach. When he served you a bowl, you nearly cried at how good it looked.Â
With a shaky hand, you lifted your spoon and took a taste. Before you knew it, you began to silently cry. Ghost, who returned to the table with his own bowl, began to panic at your tears. âIt doesnât taste good?â
âThis is the best meal Iâve ever had.â You sobbed, recalling all of the shitty, bland food and starvation you had to deal with. To you, this simple chicken soup was heaven on earth.Â
Ghost didnât know what to say, think, or feel for a moment. He didnât expect such high praise, even if your reasoning was something he could guess. He settled for a proud, simple response. âThanks. Take your time.â
Silently, you ate, savoring every ounce of flavor that graced your tastebuds. The egg noodles were perfectly al dente, the carrots were tender, and the chicken pieces were easy to swallow. Miraculously, it sparked a deep hunger for more food. But, you still needed to take it easy. If you ate the portion size you did before capture now, you would lose such a delicious lunch.Â
âWhy did you choose me to review your footage?â Ghost suddenly asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He was content with watching you eat so gratefully, yet the memories of the conversation before lunch still haunted him.
Your hand stopped moving the spoon within the bowl. You didnât expect him to ask something like that. Normally, he just followed orders. âI think you would handle seeing it better than others. Not gonna lie, there is probably some gnarly stuff on those tapes.â
His stomach twisted into knots at the mention. He would still do this for you, of course, but he probably wasnât going to be as strong as you thought he was about it.
 It was your torture after all.Â
~
Adjustment was going smoothly. There were some hiccups here and there, but you soon got used to Ghost taking care of you. He got used to relinquishing more control over to you as well. You quickly graduated to only needing a walking cane occasionally thanks to your dedication to physical therapy. Your hands needed more work, but at least you could get around the apartment with ease.Â
When you earned your achievement of free walking, you got more bossy and impatient. It was something Ghost was able to handle it since you delivered it with humor and hard work, but he soon began to notice dips in your mood here and there.Â
He has been adamant about sleeping on the couch while you took his room. Since you began walking, you have tried to change that sleeping arrangement to no avail. Everytime you looked at the couch, a brief flash of guilt went over your face.Â
He would catch you looking at your hands a lot, willing them to do more than just twitch and shake. Your brow would furrow in frustration when you practiced holding different movements and weights. Occasionally, you would hiss from pain as you tried to force progress. It became routine for him to end up holding your hands to make sure you gave yourself a break.Â
The other issue that was hard to resolve was your night terrors. Ghost thought his nightmares were bad, but they seemed like nothing compared to how you would scream in the middle of the night. It would always startle him awake. He would always rush to the door to calm you down. You would always tremble and cry in his arms.Â
You couldnât go back to sleep unless Ghost was with you, his arms tight around your body and holding you close to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat became a lullaby that always made you regain your breathing.
The more he took care of you, the more he began to notice things about you. He was getting closer to you than ever before as he spent time with you every day. Sure, he was looking out for you, but it didnât feel like a chore. Having you live with him became such a natural sight to him. It was like you always belonged there.Â
So it really unnerved him when he was finally called to review your footage.Â
You said goodbye to him when he left for base. For the first time, you were alone. Ghost gave you strict instructions to take it easy, forbidding you from certain activities while he was gone. However, you paid no mind to his warning, eager to normalize your life even more.Â
The feeling of the chefâs knife in your palm was a familiar weight that brought back so many memories. You had been wanting to get back into cooking earlier, but Ghost always scolded you and said you werenât ready yet.Â
You planned on proving him wrong by cooking dinner for tonight. Something simple and comforting. Pasta with a homemade sauce.Â
Your dreams felt like they were shattering as you struggled to open the tomato can with the opener though. The strength it took made your hands ache almost immediately. Having the strength to push the weight of the blade down into the garlic was agony too. Even with a sharp knife, you were having such a hard time doing what was meant to be easy.
Only thirty minutes had passed after Ghost left when you ended up lying on the kitchen floor, crying for your hands to work again and for a life you lost.Â
Meanwhile, Ghost was just arriving on base. He wondered if you were doing alright. He hoped you werenât pushing yourself while he was gone. Damn, he shouldâve asked Gaz or Soap to watch you. He didnât want to treat you like a child, but he knew you well enough that you were probably doing something you werenât supposed to.Â
Thatâs how you got your call sign in the first place.Â
âLieutenant Ghost, you ready?â Price ushered him into a secured, private room. Soundproof, dark, and void of any windows. Various tapes sat on a table next to a small TV. Ghost grabbed a chair and settled in, trying to relax as much as he can.Â
âPay attention, try to stay unbiased, and keep this confidential. We can only talk about this with each other, Spite, and the investigation leaders.â Price ordered like a captain. Resolute and sharp. Despite the confidence in his voice, your captain was afraid. He didnât want to see one of his best sergeants get tortured.Â
Ghost was trying to steel himself for it too. âYes, Captain.â
With that, Price hit play and took the small seat next to Ghost. The footage began with the first day you were captured. You were stirring unconscious, strapped to a chair, and bleeding out of the side of your head where you got shot. The scene already had Ghost simmering with rage and sorrow.
He watched as you woke up, met your warden, and then immediately took a molar from you with swift punches to the jaw. He watched you spit the blood back in his face, growl threats he could never repeat, and then have your knees shattered with a sledgehammer.Â
It was clear that it hurt. That it was agony. The way your lungs gasped for air. The way you bit back your screams only to echo within your throat. The way you lost consciousness for a moment only to wake up from immense pain as they cut you.Â
And yet, you didnât say a word. You never mentioned your name. Never revealed who you were with and why. You didnât let anything get past your locked lips.
Porakov punished your resilience with more torture. Ten minutes in and it was already getting too much for Ghost to handle. How could anyone survive this? How did you?Â
His stomach turned as he watched the day you lost your pinkie finger. You were getting noticeably weaker and skinnier with each new day on the tape. Your knee was still healing. Porakov only took advantage of this as he pushed you around.Â
None of his questions got answers. Not a single one. Not even when the gardening shears pinched around your delicate finger.Â
Ghost almost threw up when he witnessed the final cut. You screamed, but you didnât cry. You never did. At least, not in front of Porakov. It wasnât until everyone left you in the cell that you let your pain turn into tears. And it absolutely broke his heart.
Feeling lightheaded, Ghost began to reach for the pause button on the TV. Price beat him to it, though. âI think thatâs enough for today. Thought I could sit through what I allotted for this, but this is hard to watch. Even for me. Sorry, Lieutenant.â
After scheduling the next time to watch more footage, Ghost rushed back to his car to drive home. How could he have left you home by yourself after everything thatâs been done to you?! You stayed optimistic and humorous most of the time, but there was no way you were really okay. No one would be okay if they went through what you went through.
There was still months of footage left to sift through.
Not caring about the risks of getting pulled over, Ghost sped along the highway leading back home. He began trying to call you, hoping that your new phone that the team got you was working fine.Â
When you didnât answer, he tried again, the pit in his soul becoming darker and bigger. He shouldnât have left you home alone.Â
He stopped trying after the tenth calling attempt. Instead, he focused on speeding faster. He got back to the apartment within record time. When he slammed the door open, he began looking for you.
His terror amplified as he found you on the kitchen floor, knife laying next to you and dinner prep unfinished. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were staring off into the distance. The light in your eyes was gone. Just like the day you ordered for your warden to be killed.
You didnât remember when the panic attack started. Somewhere in the middle of your grief perhaps. It completely crippled you. Plunged you into such a horrible memory that you were desperately trying to forget. Your breath was stolen and your heart ached as if you pushed a knife into it.Â
Afterwards, you dissociated. You couldnât register the cold tiles beneath you. You couldnât remember what you were doing in the first place. You didnât even hear your phone go off or Ghost rushing into the house.Â
Warmth stirred you back to the land of the living, Ghostâs arms wrapping tight around you. An unfamiliar sensation buried into the crook of your neck. The feeling of light stubble and shaky breaths. It was then that you realized that he had taken off his mask to bury his face into you.Â
Slowly, you wrapped your sore arms around his broad shoulders. The natural, sweet scent of you just made him feel the need to hold you tighter. Closer.Â
He never wanted to leave your side again.Â
âIs this hug for me? Or for you?â You half-joked, returning to your usual self with a sore voice.Â
His shoulders relaxed as he heard your question. Relief soon morphed into anger as he realized that you tried to do without him there. It was hard for him to keep his voice from rising. âI told you to take it easy. I thought something happened to you.â
You flinched back, not expecting to be scolded so soon. âI just thought-â
âThe only thoughts you should be having is about recovering.â He pulled back from the hug, allowing you to really see his face up close.Â
You had only seen his face a couple of times before your capture. You had served with the 141 for under a year, so it made sense why you didnât get to see it often. But now that you could really get a good look, your heart skipped a beat and a blush slowly crept along your cheeks.Â
His eyes were much brighter without the mask already. Flecks of black warpaint revealed blond lashes that matched his light locks. His jaw looked like it was carved from quartz and a few scars only gave character to his strong features.Â
Fuck, your old, childish crush on him was beginning to resurface at the worst possible moment.
You swallowed hard and averted your gaze. The hammering of your heart made it hard to figure out what to say next. âSorry. . .â
Ghost gave a deep sigh, raking a large hand through his hair. Seeing the guilt in your eyes made him feel like he fucked up. He shouldnât be making you feel like this. âNo, Spite. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have left you alone.â
Not only that, but seeing your tapes followed by you not answering the phone and then looking dead on the floor had him think the worst. Though, he wasnât ready to saddle you with that burden. You needed comfort and stability.Â
Gently, he cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back up to his. Your breath hitched as he did, his touch now feeling like electricity. âWhat were you trying to make?â
âPasta. . .âÂ
âYou really want to get back into cooking?â
At that, you gave a firm nod. It would be something that would make you feel better. Normal. Even if it was just for a moment. You really needed to create something with your hands.Â
Ghost couldnât deny you. Not when you made such a beautifully, determined expression. Â
Carefully, he stood up and helped you get back on your feet. The knife on the floor was put into the sink. A new chefâs knife was placed in your hand. Before you could ask what he was doing, he positioned you in front of the cutting board, stood close behind you to the point where your back was touching his chest, and he held his hands over yours. âLet me know if you start to hurt. You can lean back on me if you need it too.â
Now your heart was really racing. The whirlwind shift of emotions made you lightheaded. How could you switch from a panic attack to feeling lovesick? How could you still have a crush on him after all this time?Â
It took you a moment to relax under his touch and allow him to use your hands to cut the garlic. The heat of his chest seeped into your back as he cautiously guided the cooking process with you in the middle. When he spoke up, his voice so close to your ear, you nearly fainted. âYou feeling alright?â
âY-Yeah. . . Iâm fine. Thanks, Ghost.â You stuttered out, feeling embarrassed by the proximity.Â
âYou know, you can call me Simon when itâs just me and you, dove.â He allowed, feeling the heat of your own body rise against his chest. He couldnât see your face clearly, but he could tell that your ears were turning red.Â
It stirred something deep within himself.
Your brain short-circuited when he gave you permission to use his real name. You had only used it when you needed him to understand your serious intentions. It wasnât something you took lightly. Now, he wanted you to call him that more intimately.Â
At first, you didnât know if you could bring yourself to do it. You couldnât until you realized that all of the cloves of garlic were minced perfectly, your hands still able to take a little more cooking. âSeriously. Thank you, Simon.â
His heart leapt when you used his name like he wanted. âOf course, dove. Anything for you.âÂ
Simon didnât move an inch away from you until everything was ready to get tossed onto the stove. When the prep work was done, you had excused yourself to go rest, allowing him to finish dinner.Â
He let you go, but he really didnât want to. He could never let you go now. Especially not when you were definitely blushing over him.Â
It wasnât that you needed rest from cooking. You needed rest from Simon. A minute to get your heartbeat under control. This wasnât like you. You were confident, resilient, strong, spiteful. Not gooey and bashful.Â
Only Ghost could make you feel this way.Â
You had a crush on him when you first met the team. It was the air of mystery that drew you to him first. His sense of humor, confidence, and intelligence that matched yours drew you in deeper. He had said that he was actually quite handsome under the mask, and you believed him during that time.Â
Thatâs all you tried to leave it at, though. A silly little crush. Being in the presence of a strong, muscular, and confident man would make anyone feel weak in the knees. Thatâs what you told yourself when you were stomping out your feelings for the sake of professionalism.Â
It worked too. After snuffing out that crush, you grew to be a friend to him. He trusted you more and you trusted him. There was nothing in the world that would make you trade over the friendship you had with him. With anyone on your team. It was the right thing to do at the time and it still was.Â
So why the hell were you falling in love with him all over again?
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You chalked it up to being locked up for too long. Of course your heart would begin to sway towards Ghost. Heâs been taking care of you and youâve been living with him and heâs the first man youâve been spending time with. Now that you realize this, snuffing out your feelings again shouldnât be so hard.
Keyword: Shouldnât.
Ghost made it really difficult for you to maintain some space from him. You have been adamant about healing through cooking. Heâs been adamant about being with you every step of the way. Holding you between his arms in case you feel faint, guiding your hands when you don't have the strength, speaking directly into your ear when he wants to talk to you.Â
Everytime he came back from base, his clinginess increased tenfold. You knew that he was coming back from watching your footage. But you didnât want to be pitied or the center of any guilt he may have.Â
âHow are you feeling? Are you ready for your interview, dove?â Simon hovered near his bedroom door, watching you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You have been looking a lot better after these couple of months. You gained a wealthy weight, you were getting around much better, and some of your strength returned to your muscles.Â
It was still a ways to go before you could go out onto the field again, but it was a good start. Besides the night terrors that still haunted you, you were beginning to look like your old self.
At least, thatâs what it looked like to him. You, on the other hand, were beginning to stress about how you looked. It felt good for your body to be getting back on the right track, yet you found imperfections. Things you had to be patient about such as your hair.Â
The doctors had to cut it in order to put a new metal plate back in your head. Your hair was growing back decently fast, but not fast enough to your liking. Besides the hair, you were covered in scars that werenât fading anytime soon. Probably never with how deep they went.Â
âDove?â
Simon snapped you out of your stupor. âH-Huh? Oh, yeah, Iâm ready to go.â
âThatâs not what I asked. You can talk to me about anything, you know?â Simon stepped forward, hoping to cure your sudden anxiety.Â
âSorry, just a little distracted I guess.â You brushed off. It would be embarrassing to tell him how you felt ugly right now. The last thing you wanted to do was fish for compliments too.Â
Simon knew you were lying, but he dropped it. Instead, he followed you out of the apartment and drove you to the interview. On the way there, you let the radio fill the silence between the two of you.
He gripped the steering wheel tight, wondering why the hell you were so distant from him all of a sudden. The two of you were getting along great when you first arrived. Now, you were locking yourself up in his bedroom a lot more, speaking to him less, and had your head in the clouds when he was trying to talk to you.Â
Did he do something wrong? Make you feel bad about something? He thought you liked him.
The car pulled up onto the base, a place you havenât seen for a long time. Everything looked like how you remembered. Military grays, greens, and browns. Recruits jogging around. The smell of cigarette smoke in the air. It almost seemed like nothing had changed.
Price greeted you halfway to the interview and then escorted you to it. It was the same room they used to examine your footage, the tapes finally over. You sat in a seat across from a woman in a business suit.Â
Price and Simon were ordered to stay out in the hall and wait. As they waited for you, Simon thought about getting back in your good graces.Â
âShe alright? She seemed more quiet than usual on the walk.â Price suddenly spoke up, also curious about the trouble in paradise.Â
âDonât know. She hasnât told me anything about whatâs been bothering her.â He confessed, an annoyed tone lacing with his words.Â
The captain hummed in thought. âHas she taken that offer to see a therapist?â
âNope. Only the physical therapist. You think she needs it?âÂ
âIt wouldnât hurt. I think it would be good for her to really unpackage everything that went down before we put a gun back in her hands. Someone thatâs a professional.â
Simon gave it some thought. As much as he wanted to be the one you turned to to talk about your feelings, he agreed that you would most likely feel better talking to a professional. He wasnât necessarily equipped to provide both comfort and trauma solving.Â
Hell, he probably needs therapy too.
He figured that he would suggest the idea when the two of you return home. Let you sleep on it.Â
You exited the room after about an hour. The interview took much longer than you expected, but they were thorough. No detail was to be left unspoken. It was a wonder how you managed to talk about everything that happened without breaking down. Perhaps it was because you did really want your job back. The more capable you seemed, the more likely they would give it to you.
After a quick stop visiting Gaz and Soap, Simon took you back to the apartment. You entered the space so naturally that it felt like it was your home. Simon even let you buy some decor to make the place more comfortable for you that you could take to your new apartment, whenever that would be available.Â
Before Simon could invite you to sit on the couch with him for a moment to talk, you had already closed the door to the bedroom. The interview left you tired. It was still taking a while to get your voice used to talking again.Â
As you crossed the space, you noticed your reflection in the mirror. You looked the same from when you left. Maybe a little bit more exhausted, but still the same, unflattering body you wished was completely back to normal already.
There was a soft knock on the door. You didnât register it as you just sat on the floor, looking at your reflection and wondering what you could do to make yourself feel pretty again. Since you didnât answer, Simon slowly opened the door.Â
âDove? Whatâs wrong?â He cautiously asked, not wanting to startle you.Â
You gave a deep sigh that even he felt in his soul. âJust. . . missing the me from before.â
His shoulders felt lighter in relief. He was so glad that you were talking to him again. However, It was souring quickly now that your words were settling in. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know. . . I guess. . . I thought that I was decently pretty before. I was happy with how I looked. . . I donât really see that anymore.â You tried to explain, feeling your throat begin to choke on each word. God, you felt stupid.
Simon could hardly believe it. To him, you were still the prettiest lady heâs ever met. Your smile made his day brighter. Your hands felt warm and perfect in his. Your eyes were works of art he could stare into all day.Â
He was in love with you.
âW-What?â Your face grew red, not understanding why he was staring so intensely at you. So seriously. Itâs been a while since youâve faced him this close. Did he think you were being dumb too?Â
He took a seat behind you on the floor and pulled you into his lap. An arm snaked across your stomach before you could escape. His other hand guided your chin to look back into the mirror. âTake a good look at yourself again, dove. Donât tell me that youâre not pretty anymore because itâs not true.â
Your heart was going to burst from your chest. If you stay like this with him for much longer, it would be impossible to destroy your feelings for him. âSi-â
âYour cheeks are turning pink. Are you getting embarrassed?â He tightened his hold and deepened his voice. He would do anything to make you feel attractive again. Including revealing that he was attracted to you.
As he pointed out your blush, you only reddened deeper. âT-This is because you surprised me!â
âOh? Itâs not because you like me?â He teased, not being able to help himself. Before everything, you were so confident and enthusiastic at work. He never got to see your bashful side. It was incredibly cute.Â
You froze in his lap as he revealed your secret. How long has he known?! Was he just toying with you right now?! This was not how you imagined a confession going at all, not that you ever really planned on confessing.Â
Turning your head to face him directly, you attempted to dig out of the hole you were in. âSimon-â
âYouâre too cute.â He suddenly admitted before pressing his lips firmly against yours. He lost control as soon as he saw your expression up close within his lap. The way your brows furrowed, how your ears turned more pink by the second, how you called him by his name.Â
There was no way in hell he was going to make you feel unattractive right now.Â
Startled by the kiss, it took you a moment to realize what was happening. When your brain did kick back into gear, you could hardly believe it. Simon was kissing you. Not just that, but he was kissing you so deeply that it made you melt.
You couldnât possibly fight back your feelings for him now.Â
Eventually, you began kissing him back. When he felt your effort, he took that as a good sign to keep going. Your lips were so soft and warm against his. Your weight in his embrace felt perfect. His tongue swiped at your lips and then plunged into your mouth to taste even more of you.
You softly moaned into his mouth, electricity firing all along your nerves. His muscular, strong chest against your back made you feel hot all over. His tongue that aimed to taste every inch of you did just that. A sensation you havenât felt for what felt like decades began to spread throughout your pelvis.Â
His hand guided your gaze back to the mirror in front of you, your own expression making your breath hitch. Cheeks pink, lips swollen, chest rising and falling rapidly. The bottom of your shirt was a little hiked up, exposing just an inch of waist that drove Simon wild. âSee, dove? Youâre perfect.â
He held your chin in place, forcing you to watch as he trailed kisses along the side of your neck. His free hand slipped under your shirt, feeling skin that now matched his. You gasped and shivered as he felt you up, feeling his hand travel further up until he reached the bottom wire of your bra. The kisses mixed with tongue and teeth against your neck made you whimper in excitement.
âYouâre still soft to the touch. Still warm and living. How I see you hasnât changed. You are still the same pretty woman I grew to like so much.â He sweetly confessed into your ear as he stripped off your shirt.Â
Simon liked you too? Since when? Mental questions faded away as you noticed him unsnap your bra to reveal your breasts. Your hands instinctively went to cover them up, but he caught your wrists in his hand.
âNo, dove. I gotta show you just how attractive you are. Keep looking at your pretty little face in the mirror.â He playfully smirked, loving this new side of you more than he imagined. His cock was already pressing against the fabric of his pants, getting bigger by the second.Â
With your wrists still held together, he began to massage your breasts. The other side of your neck was shown some love through feverish kisses, making you squirm in his lap. You could feel his growing erection pressed behind you, making your pussy tingle with need. When he pinched a nipple tight, you let a moan slip.
As he dragged his tongue along your neck, he watched the pleasure on your face through the mirror. His pants felt tighter by the second, eager to really show you just how attractive you were to him.Â
Limbs felt like jelly as he continued to tease you. When your wrists felt more slack in his grip, he let go to use both hands. You sat in his lap, melted and shivering as he played with both of your nipples. âYouâre so sensitive. Itâs really turning me on, dove.â
You pressed your legs tighter together, feeling your wetness slowly stain your panties. Simonâs strong chest rose with his labored breath, cock now aching with pain from the restriction of his clothes. He wanted more. He wanted to see every inch of you.
He guided your legs to spread for him, making sure that your pussy would be clear as day through the mirror. You debated fighting back before things went too far, but his hands on you felt incredible. You were so turned on too, despite feeling embarrassed about how weak and bashful you looked.Â
In one move, your pants and panties were gone, revealing your slick cunt for both you and Simon to see. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs. However, Simon made sure that you didnât. He made sure you looked at the mirror too. âTake a good look, dove. So wet for me. . . So pretty. Pink. Soft. Never seen something so delicious before.â
His large fingers began to rub through your folds, spreading your wetness around easily. His eyes grew feverish as he spread you open, feeling the pulse that traveled through you.Â
You gasped as he started rubbing your clip in slow, deep circles. Almost two years of abstinence made you sensitive beyond comprehension. âAh~! Simon~!â
âThatâs right, dove. Donât stop looking at yourself.â He instructed, his voice so deep that it echoed in your head. Lightning zipped through you as he continued to tease your clit, another hand going back to your hard nipples.
God, Simon was so good at this. He was reading you like a book, noticing every flinch, every scrunch, every tremble that flashed across your face. He was getting to know all your sweet spots. Every piece of you that begged for more.Â
Your hips bucked as his finger on your cunt slid down close to your entrance. Through the mirror, you saw him smirk, making your heart leap. âPatience. Iâll give my dove what she wants as long as she keeps looking at herself. Promise.â
Gently, he worked his fingers inside of you, feeling just how hot you really were getting for him. He suppressed his own shiver as he felt you tighten up, sucking his fingers in deeper. You clung on to his arms and moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder in pure bliss.
Grabbing your chin, he made you watch yourself get fingered. âDonât look away.â
You had no choice but to follow your instructions. Kisses peppered your neck, making sure you didnât have the space to turn your head away again. You watched his fingers pump in and out of you, more of your natural honey drooling out of you.Â
âAhh! Mnn~!â A loud moan escaped you as you felt his fingers curl to hit that perfect, spongy spot that drove you crazy. Your reaction was instant, your pussy tightening further and tremors traveling through every nerve. Simon could feel and see it. You were getting close to an orgasm. And he really wanted you to reach it.
âThatâs it. Watch yourself cum for me, dove.â He praised, moving his fingers more powerfully to make sure you wouldnât lose that pleasurable high.Â
It was beautiful watching you moan and drool and shutter in his lap. It was so sexy how you looked at the mirror with feverish eyes like you wanted more than just his fingers. He wanted to use more too. But not before you came.
Simon put more pressure on your g-spot, not caring that you were making such a huge mess all over his hand. All he wanted to do was go deeper, so deep that his palm was pressing into your throbbing clit.Â
That is what made you see stars. With a scream, you were plunged into an orgasm that made you stupid. Simon smirked with pride as he held you during your climax, feeling just how tightly you clung to his fingers. He loved that blissful expression on your face while you came. Corners of your eyes brimming with tears, blush swept across your cheeks, body glowing with excitement.Â
âDidnât I tell you? Absolutely gorgeous.â He complimented, giving you soft kisses on the side of your head as you calmed down. It was still hard to breathe, your heart beating erratically from the climax and from Simonâs husky praises. When he pulled his fingers away, you whimpered from the sensitivity.
Carefully, you were removed from his lap and laid down in front of him. While you took a moment to rest, Simon grabbed a few pillows from his bed, tossed them to the floor, and then stripped. At the sight of his strong build, you swallowed some drool.Â
It was strength made to be used. Muscular and soft in all the right places. His own body was covered in old scars, something that made him alluring rather than flawed. And then when your eyes traveled down to his huge, throbbing cock, you felt that familiar tingle take over again.
âLike what you see?â He teased, situating the pillows under you so you could be more comfortable. The head of his dick prodded at your folds, lubing itself up. As he slid along your folds, rubbing your sensitive, red bud, you lost your breath again.
âSimon. . .â You called out in what you hoped sounded like a warning rather than begging. God, you wanted him inside you already. You wanted to feel every inch of him fuck you like you were the most sexy woman on the planet.Â
He chuckled a little, your tone a mixture of scolding and impatience. A perfect tone that made him want to fuck you hard already. But, he held back. For now at least. Instead, he turned your head to make you look at your reflection again. Slowly, he entered you, feeling your hot pussy cling to him like it was made for him.
Your expression immediately morphed as he slid his cock inside you deeper. Eyebrows scrunched, vision hazy, plump lips bitten. He was thick. Incredibly thick. Youâve never been so filled up before. It hurt a little, but pain was quickly replaced with pleasure as you got used to it.
Simon gave a satisfied sigh when finally reached the base. It was a sight to behold, your tight pussy stretched to accommodate him. It felt so good inside you. Hot. Slick. His thrusts were slow and deep, watching every reaction you had as you felt every inch of him. It only turned him on even more as he made you watch.
His hands clutching your hips to control the pace had you tremble. You loved how he was careful, yet still wanted to manhandle you. There were moments where you could see him lose his cool for a second. A shuddered breath here, a swallowed groan there. His own expressions as he fucked you deep is what really turned you on the most.
âFuck, dove. Youâre so tight~â He exhaled, picking up the pace with his thrusts. Your toes curled and your back arched as his cock hit every pleasure point within you. It was perfect how he was large and skilled enough to reach every spot you liked. And it was all thanks to how closely he paid attention to you.
His body pressed against yours as he felt the need to be closer to you. He wanted to see your pretty face up close when you cum next. He wanted to feel those beautiful tits pressed flush against his own skin. When he felt you tighten, he knew you were getting close.
You hung onto him tight, wrapping his arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back. It was incredible feeling his muscles flex with each thrust under your hands. Everything felt so good with him. You never thought you would feel pleasure like this again.Â
Simon hissed as you clawed his back, a blissful sensation that only left him wanting more. He pistoned harder, hoping that your nails would leave new scars on him. âI can feel you getting close. Look into my eyes when you do.â
Moans gradually turned into screams as he fucked you as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing hard with his own desire to climax. Hearing you scream his name was turning him on more than he thought. So much so that he began calling out yours.
Hearing your own name from his lips with such a desperate tone made the wave crash down. Looking deep into his eyes, you came around him. Every part of you trembled, electricity taking over. It felt like every cell within you was screaming for him. His breath hitched as you tightened and soaked him. And god, the way you looked while cumming. . .Â
He held you tight as he felt himself climax too, hot ropes adding to the heat. Your back arched as he gave a few final pumps, milking himself out in you as much as he could. It was hard to control your shutters when he enjoyed the final moments of having you. When he did pull out, it left you feeling empty, yet satisfied.Â
Knowing that you were feeling weak, Simon carried you to his bed and laid you down. You were surprised when he crawled into the spot next to you and pulled you into his chest like he was holding a lover. Was that what you two were now? Lovers?
âLike I said before, youâre perfect.â Simon praised and kissed the top of your head.
You two were definitely lovers. All the doubt cleared as you listened to his heartbeat.Â
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How about the mk1 characters getting annoyed ( cause you know women like to sleep with pillows or blankets or something between their legs and just lay there cuddled up with a pillow) cause they're cuddling a pillow one I'm their arms and one between their legs
MK1 characters genuinely beefing with a pillow
(bi han, johnny cage, syzoth, tomas vrbada)
this is actually so real of you anon i cannot sleep unless i have 4 pillows with me (requests open as always :D)
Bi Han
-Is offended by the gratuitous amount of pillows youâve managed to populate the already cramped bed with.
-In the beginning of sharing a bed with him heâd just sleep faced away from you so he never realized this was always something you did; and probably took it personallyÂ
-He suggests that you are being childish and in a moment of mild embarrassment, says you can just hold onto him instead.
-Good on him for voicing his needs and opening up to his partner! But you donât have the heart to tell him his arms are too muscly and less comfortable than your pillows.Â
-In the mornings he stores the extra pillows under the bed or on the seats to make everything look neat because you DON'T no matter how much HE TELLS YOU. Â
-In the warm summer months when shit is hot as hell you will forgo it because who needs them when you have the equivalent of âcold pillow sideâ all night!Â
-It makes him feel like heâs the little spoon, which he doesnât appreciate, and you get really sweaty at around 4am, which he appreciates even less, but itâs very grounding and the pressure makes it easy to sleepÂ
-He always wakes up really disoriented and mistakes you for the blanket (read: almost tosses you off the bed as he gets up)
 Johnny Cage
-This is equivalent to letting your dog sleep at the foot of the bed (except let's be real youâve probably done something similar to him)Â
-Thinks its super cute when he comes into the room after his shower and sees you all comfy and snuggled up, expecting you to reach for him all sleepy once he gets under the covers
-And when I tell you it hurts his pride like nothing else, when you turn around to get into a better position
-Babe i'm RIGHT here (gets a bolster thrown at his head)
-Out of spite heâll copy you and sleep with the bolster instead of holding you, and immediately gets the appeal
-Because yes he loves you dearly, but he canât exactly fold you three times to fit under his bad knee (as much as he wants to)
-As time goes on you both now have more extra pillows, bolsters and djungelskogs than you know what to do with.
-(you two both have one except he weighs like a brick shit ton so his is extremely disfigured and looks like a sack)
-He thinks you look really hot when you lay on your side cuddling all the pillows
-Youâll just be watching TV and heâs got the googly eyes ok calm down buddy not while youâre wearing the muumuuâŠ
Syzoth
-Thinks you are building a nest because there is no other reason someone needs five pillows and two throw blankets
-Though this is coming from a man who spent most of his life sleeping on the cobblestone floorÂ
-Over the next few weeks he comes back to you with an assortment of sort fluffyâŠthings
-You donât have the heart to ask why heâs suddenly showering you with gifts, initially thinking itâs good nature but hey ok thereâs a limit to your patience AND space on this bed.Â
-The teddy bears are adorable, but spaâŠtowels? Does he know what a spa is? You have more questions than answers.
-Every time you thank him he gets quietly excited since he thinks this is confirmation that you are nesting and possibly want to start a family with him
-Doesnât actually mind the part with you not cuddling with him as often, he usually just lightly holds your hand or big spoons youÂ
-The day you actually ask him about it, and eventually have to break the news that no you are not nesting and that itâs just for your comfort, he deflates like a balloon
-Bless his heart you spend the rest of the day begging for forgiveness and clinging onto him like a koala explaining your side
-âDoes that mean⊠you are uncomfortable with me?â NO ITâS JUST SECOND NATURE SYZOTH!! LIKE WHEN YOU WANT TO BASK ON A ROCK!! SECOND NATURE!
-He looks at you pointedly. Just because heâs zaterran doesnât mean heâs going to behave like an iguanaâŠ. Not the zaterran discriminationâŠ
-You compromise using him in replacement, and grow to enjoy the feeling of your new pillows occasionally squirming under your iron death grip.
Tomas Vrbada
-Will cheerfully use his herculean strength to just wriggle through your grip so you hold him and not the pillows.Â
-Wiggles up like a snake coming out a pot until he can wrangle his arms above yours and hug you
-Just starts telling you about his day like its a normal conversation while you lay there completely stunlockedÂ
-Itâs also just a reminder that as sweet and kind your partner is, he is also insanely strong and is just careful to be soft with youÂ
-If youâre both laying in bed and you prefer to cuddle up with pillows heâll just stare at you with the saddest, wettest boba eyes using his curled up forearm as a pillowÂ
-And since you are merely a mortal man you relent and cling onto him instead
-At the same time he likes when you rest your head on his chest and hold onto a bolster, a perfect combination of not overheating and physical touch
-Biggest flaw is that he tends to spook you with how quietly he enters the room, so more often than not he is getting PELTED by that soft Egyptian cotton pillow at light speeds
-Heâll catch it 80% of the time and laugh, the other 20% heâs equally scared and the thing takes him down like itâs Sisyphusâ boulder and heâs the hill
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đȘđđđđđđ»đŸđ: 'Late Nights' àŒàż Y.J.
‷ Hatefucking | Hair Pulling | Spit
â± word count: 1.5k
â± warnings: fem!reader, reader is lowkey an ass at the beginning for no reason, sorta brat taming, he calls reader a bitch like twice i think, spanking, p in v, rough sex, hair pulling, spit, fingering, creampie
slightly proofread <3
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âListen. The faster you admit that youâre just angry because you think Iâm hot, the faster we will get along and get this presentation done.â
âAnd the faster you hit puberty and grow a few inches, the faster youâll get a woman other than your mother to love you.â The immature insult was enough to make him angry but bringing his mother into this childish back and forth the two of you shared seemed to be his limit.
âExcuse me?â The anger was evident and you couldnât help but crane your neck backwards to get a good look at him. When you were met with his sharp eyes and an ugly scowl you couldnât hold back your smirk.
âAwww did I hit a nerve? Was it âcause I brought up your mommy?â His chest rose as he took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down, but you only fueled the fire further. âOr was it the comment about you getting no pussy cause your dick is too small?â You fake pouted at him to mock him further and you couldnât help but laugh when his eye twitched in response.
âGrow a pair. We have shit to do-â Before you can finish your sentence, youâre pulled to your feet and shoved into the conference table. The force of it knocks the breath out of your lungs and you cry out in pain.
âWhat the fuck?!?â You squeak as he holds you down, using his arms to grab a hold of your nape and your hip to keep you still below him.
âIâm sick of your attitude. Being nice to you obviously doesnât work so I guess Iâll just have to fuck the sense into you.â You arenât given the chance to react or answer before heâs pulling your dress up and pooling it above your ass.
âThereâs always some bitching with you. I help you with your paperwork, you bitch at me. I cover for your ass when you turn in said paperwork late, you bitch at me. I just- can't. Win.â The hand on your hip comes down on your ass cheek once, then twice.
You gasp and jerk in his hold at the sting, and he doesn't bother massaging the flesh there. You donât deserve that. Instead, his hands move down to your panties and slide them down to your ankles, the cool air of the conference room making shivers run through your body.
âAnd look at this wet pussy.â He scoffs and his hand smacks your other ass cheek with enough force to send you jumping forward. A quiet sound of annoyance comes from his throat at your body crawling up the table, and he quickly pulls you back into him, leaning his chest against your back.
It happens before you realize it. Your neck is covered in dark hickeys and youâre now lying on your back. Your hands are tied together against the small of your back, and are forcing your back to arch just the perfect amount. Both your and his clothes lay scattered across on the floor, and on a few of the chairs, but neither of you care about that.
You canât be bothered with it! Not when heâs fucking into you like the world is ending. A loud plap plap plap meeting your ears as his balls smack against your ass. The same ass that is unevenly red on each cheek, thanks to the mean slaps Jeongin had rained upon them.
But he doesnât care about that either. All he can think about is the way your cunt wraps so tightly around him. Or the way your chin hits your chest from the grip he has on your hair. His excuse for the uncomfortable angle being: âIf Iâm going to fuck the spite out of your body, you are going to watch every last inch of it.â
And so you did! With an aching scalp and a forcibly arched back that makes him hit all the more deeper, ultimately causing you to clench harder around him and causing him to fuck into you even harder in response.
âWhat happened to all that shit talking now, huh?â One of his big hands comes down on your tit, leaving a stinging feel in its wake that makes you cry out. âWhereâd all that attitude go? I really just needed to fuck some sense into you, huh?â
You only squeal in response, filling his chest with pride and causing him to thrust harshly to get another reaction out of you. The reaction he gets is exactly what he wanted; your eyes rolling into the back of your skull and your legs shaking aggressively. He can feel your orgasm coming on, and he takes the chance to push your buttons even further.
His hips slow drastically, to the point where heâs just barely grinding into you, and the hand in your hair tightens its hold and forces you to look up at him. His eyes are narrowed as they look down at you, and the sharp look he gives you does nothing but makes you clench around him harder.
âAre you done being a bitch? Huh? Can I let you cum now?â You groan and dig your nails into the papers under your ass. You try to frown at him but the grip in your hair has your face in a permanent state of wincing. So you opt for your second, arguably less logical, choice.
He watches your throat flex and before he can question it, a glob of spit flies from your mouth and lands on his cheek. It takes a second to process and his hand loosens its grip in the process, but you can tell the second it does by the way his eye twitches.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â The look on his face should make your skin crawl, but it only makes a shit eating grin spread across your face. You manage to break lose of your confinements and you yank his hand out of your hair, pushing him off of you and forcing him to pull out. You laugh as he looks up at you with wide eyes, cock dripping with your wetness and jaw dropped to the floor.
You take matters into your own hands and slide your fingers through your folds, sliding your fingertips onto your clit and rubbing circles into it. His eyes flicker down to your cunt before snapping back up to stare into yours as your spit slowly drips down his cheek.
âYeah? You think thatâs funny?â Despite his anger, his cock twitches in interest.Â
âYes, actually. Fuck you for-âÂ
His hand is tangled in your hair again before you can finish your sentence and his free hand shoves your hand out of the way, replacing your fingers on your clit with his thumb. He sinks 3 fingers into you while he runs his thumb back and forth roughly, occasionally even pushing down against your bundle of nerves meanly.
â...Yeah. âCause god forbid you take two seconds to answer my question.â
âJeongin-â
âNah, shut it. You want to act like a greedy bitch, Iâll treat you like one.â His fingers curl into your gspot and rub into it aggressively, making you hunch over and dig your nails into his forearm. He growls at the sting and cranes your neck backwards with his other hand. Then he leans forward again, hovering his face inches above yours and forcing you to hold eye contact with him.
You watch the smirk spread across his face as your jaw drops from a particularly rough thrust of his fingers. The gears turn faster in his head than they do in yours, and you barely process his lips puckering before you feel the glob of spit already landing on your tongue.
Your voice cracks as you cum suddenly, legs squeezing together and back arching your chest into his. He responds with an evil cackle and continues to curl his fingers, fucking you through your orgasm. Before youâre able to come down from it properly, heâs slapping his cock against your folds, making sure to grind his tip into your clit as he does so.
The feeling makes you shiver, and you have to bite your lip from moaning too loud when he slides back inside. He bottoms out instantly and starts to fuck you roughly again, his hand finally falling from your hair in favor of gripping your hips harshly instead.
He looks absolutely delectable like this; his eyes lidded and looking down at you, his pretty, plump lips caught between his teeth, and his cock pummeling into your cunt. He continues to smile even as his eyebrows furrow and his thrusts lose their rhythm.
It doesnât take long after that for him to cum, his big hands holding you tightly in place as he does so. That smile finally falters once heâs done emptying himself into you, your gummy walls milking him completely dry.
âMmmmm. You finally did something useful, baby.â The pet name drips with a mixture of venom and attitude, but the way he looks at you combats that of a man who just watched you hang the moon. âLetâs see if you can continue to be useful, yeah?â
You donât know what time it is anymore, but the way he licks lips lets you know youâre in for a late night.
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Emergency request bc Iâm literally struggling so bad and feeling neglected as shit rn
ofc if youâre up to it pooks ik ur alr stressing over stuff and I donât want to make it worse :(
Maybe some iida or monoma x reader that tryâs hard to do stuff but always gets neglected? Thanks pooks đ
I hope I got to this in enough time for you, I'm sorry for whatever you're going through n trust you're not making my situation any worse, you're actually helping me get rid of writers block so ty for this n I hope this reaches you well and is what you hoped forđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ
mha boys x reader.
Included; izuku midoriya, kirishima ejirou, bakugou katsuki, tenya iida, monoma neito, denki kaminari.
Not in order.
Genre: angst? comfort/feel-good/fluff.
Izuku midoriya is none other than a saint. He helps everyone around him and he strives to keep his good boy/golden boy title. You admire him for that and you know others do, you also know one day he'll not only be yours but belong to the world. It gets to you but you try so hard to not let it.
When you two started dating no one knew at first, but izuku couldn't just stand by and let people not know that you were his. That he finally had a girlfriend who thought he was worthy of love. You truly felt that he deserved to be loved and he felt so seen with you, more than anyone else had ever made him feel.
Sooner or later after people found out, people began giving you such disgusting looks. Mostly girls you noticed. They would whisper about you when you were alone and look at you with mean and disgusted looks and they would laugh at you while you walked. No matter what you did you always had eyes on you. People laughing at the way you ate or spoke or dressed, it was draining.
You knew why it was happening and you tried so hard not to let it get to you. But none of that could even begin to compare to once your friends found out the two of you were dating.
You walked into the girls locker room to see all of the girls standing in a circle, you had already heard through the door they were having a conversation however you didn't exactly try to make out what they were saying. They all turned to look at you before slowly looking away to continue dressing, the silence had gotten rather too loud for your liking. They were just having a conversation before, why stop now that you were there? It bugged you the wrong way but you didn't want to make a commotion.
"so you and midoriya?"
Mina questions looking you up and down with a pointed look. She was one of your best friends, why was she looking at you like you're being investigated in a murder?
"uh.. yeah! We're dating."
You confirmed turning away to finish undressing. She hummed sucking her teeth and crossing her arms.
"you're dating him.. whilst knowing ochako liked him the whole time?"
She instigates, trying to get you to admit something. What the hell? Why would she say this? It's not your fault ochako didn't confess to izuku in enough time. It's not your fault he agreed to date you. It's not your fault he wanted everyone to know, so why was she trying to grill you like it was?
"look. I don't know what you're trying to get out of me, but--"
"just that you're a backstabbing bitch."
Silence filled the room once more as you scoffed clearly offended. She and the other girls stared at you with such disgusted and disappointed looks. You look around the room to see everyone staring at you with hatred and spite.
"are you fucking kidding me?!"
You ask around looking at all of them, there was no way they all hated you this much because you liked a boy.
"I mean.. you did kind of steal him off from under her.."
"you knew she liked him. Kind of bitchy."
"what about girl code, dude"
All the girls began saying their own opinions ganging up on you and practically eating you alive. They all shared their own fair share of mean words and side eyes before you finished getting dressed and slammed your locker shut making them all quiet down.
"fuck all of you."
You spat out while flipping them all off and leaving the room. You couldn't believe they're trying to decapitate you because ochako didn't have the balls to do what you did. Why does that make you a bad person.
The week started getting harder and harder as everyone, even some of the boys who knew ochako liked deku, started distancing themselves from you, al because of what mina would whisper in their ears, feeding them whatever she could pin in her web. And like the idiot fools they were, they believed her.
You were being neglected by your friends, all because you liked a boy. It began to be too much for you. Putting up this front for everyone who didn't even bother to see it or even your side of the story. You can't be happy with someone who has all these people liking them and making you feel shitty for also liking them. Maybe you'd have to break up with izuku.
When you came to him with this information he was furious. But not even with ochako or mine. With everything. The fact you'd been feeling shitty and didn't tell him and the fact you didn't tell him these people were bothering you. Izuku loves you more than he does himself and he isn't afraid to show that. He also loves his friends but he isn't going to let these people sit here and make you feel like shit because you're together.
He held you close that night, assuring you he wouldn't let this stand any longer. He was going to confront everyone for whatever they said to you and he wouldn't give a single shit about it. You were his and he loves you.
"I'm sorry for the way you've been feeling, love. I'm sorry that people have been treating you shitty and neglecting you because of our relationship. But you don't need any of them as long as you have me."
Tenya iida, one of the most compassionate hard working and caring people anyone has ever been graced to know. He is strong resilient and brave. He cares so much about everyone and it's so admirable. Some people see him as a wack job robot who just yells and screams or dotes too hard but to you he's perfect. An angel sent from the heavens above.
You've been working hard on something for a really long time. You hadn't told anyone about it because when you planned on it you wanted to also tell them the good news that would come with it. However that good news nevwr came. What you were doing wasn't good enough and it effectsd you deeply. Your grades fell, you started getting rather sluggish with your movements and you jardlt had the energy for anhone kr anyrhing.
Not getting the good news for what you've done was draining. It drained you to the point you wanted to break down and cry, yet nothing would come out. When people told you what you worked hard on, for so long, wasn't enough. It broke you, scarred you deeper than you could even begin to imagine. But tenya seen, he seen how you began to act, how you began to look more and more dead, how you'd began neglecting yourself. It was all too much for him to bear or watch you go through alone. He couldn't sit by and watch the love of his life perish.
Tenya held you in your dorm and let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you needed, having tissues on standby and rubbing your head gently. Placing kisses on top of your forehead and shushing you lightly as you both cuddled, he would be patient with you. He would wait until you were ready to talk or open up about what you were going through, but for now he wanted you to know you were loved and that he was proud of you.
"I love you, y/n. So much more than you could possibly fathom. I see you, and I am so incredibly proud of you. You are worthy and deserve someone who would move heaven and earth for you, I hope I am adequate enough for you."
Dating bakugou katsuki was hard. Not because he was an angry fiery shit head, but because he had such a burning passion for what he did. He never stopped striving and fighting to get what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and grasped at it and held onto it tight. It was nothing less than admirable.
The fact he could come back to you and tell you he loves you was admirable. He loved you and that meant so much to you. You loved him just as much and tried so hard to show up and be there for him. Through thick and thin, lows and highs, you wanted to be by his side regardless. He loved you for that reason alone, but he'd give you so many other reasons why he loves you.
He seen how hard you were working, how hard you were trying, how no one dared to even glance at you. He seen a faller bird that had potential and was worthy. Bakugou katsuki seen you. He wanted you and promised you he'd love you.
But for fucks sake, it always angered him to watch you get in such moods. To watch you neglect yourself and struggle with bad things. To put yourself under so much pressure and stress for no reason. When you'd cry your eyes out alone because you were tired.
He wanted to do so many things to you in that moment, but all his body could do was rush to you and hold you. He held you tightly, his fingers digging into the side of your hip. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your sweet scent that always made him go feral.
You were his and he wouldn't dare let you sit here and feel shitty over whatever it was that was making you feel this way. He pushed and poked at every corner he could to get you to talk. Once you did he told you to shut the fuck up. You wanted to cry even more but you were sure he had reason to it.
And boy did he, he had such caring words laced with such menas things that were all wrapped in the cutest bow. He was emotionally constipated and had a hard time making people feel better. But watching him slightly struggle to find nice words to make you feel better while holding you close in his arms makes you feel so much better. Giggling at how he stammered over his words and how he tried to uphold a gentle voice to match the gentle strokes of his fingers on your side.
"look.. just. sigh. You're great okay. I love you and I'm not gonna just sit here n' let you whine n' shit for nothin'. Don't let whatever stupid shit is bothering you get t'ya. Or I'll beat yer' fuckin' ass."
Being kirishima eijirou's girlfriend was nothing other than a pure utter blessing. To be blessed with such an amazing caring and helpful boyfriend like him was genuinely a gift from the god above. He treated you like a queen who deserved to be worshipped.
It didn't take long for him to notice how hard you were struggling with things. He made sure before you got back to his dorm that it was all cozy and comfortable for you. One of the most romantic gestures he could have ever done for you. The way he had his laptop on his bed with so many plushies and comfortable pillows, and the fluffy cover he has and all the snacks you could ever imagine. He was nothing more than a blessing.
He held you tight and let you watch whatever you wanted, kirishima doesn't care about weight or anything like that, [yes I had to add this bit, bite me.] He loves training and working out with you, sure but he would never force you to do those things. He wants you to be nothing but comfortable with him and your body, so he would never shame you for how much you are or how you are in front of him. He loves you, all of you and he made sure you knew that. He kissed you and told you he loved you so many times. You fell asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
"I love you.. I hope this could make you feel better. I will always be here for you."
Denki kaminari. Where to even begin with him. He was such a funny guy that it was hard to tell when he was joking or being serious about committing arson. He always made sure you knew that he loved you. He always hung by you and stayed by your side. He wouldn't ever tell you but he was a bit insecure. There were some things about himself he wished he could change for you, some things he wished he could do for you. He never intended to bring himself down but sometimes he thought you were this super cool goddess who was worthy of something more than a tiny little pebble like him. He felt like he was gum beneath your shoe.
Denki knew he wasn't good at a lot of things, he knew he could be dumb or even useless at times but when he seen how short you were feeling and how you would start crying because of how stressed you were he couldn't just sit by and let you feel this way.
He let you vent to him like you laid in his arms. He let you out face masks on him and let you do his hair or paint his nails or draw on him and just let your rant to him about all of your worries and woes. He wanted you to feel the way you made him feel so he tried hard to keep his mouth shut and listen. Whenever he'd notice you quieting down because you thought he was getting tired of listening he'd ask you "why'd you stop?" It'd make you feel so happy to have someone like him.
Finally after you were finished he decided to carefully pick and close his words to make himself sound just a bit smarter and more cool for you.
"hey...I'm sorry that you're going through this.. I wish there was something a bit more that I could uhm.. do? I don't want you to feel like I'm a burden but I promise you I'm here for you, if you ever want to vent like this again or just have someone to talk to, or-- or even just sit in silence with someone.. I'm here."
Neito monoma, he's quite the distinguished fellow. He always hated class 1A and he seemed to make his whole personality about just that. Or so you thought. You two getting together was not on your 2024 bingo. But he knew how to make you feel things.
He gave you butterflies by just smiling. His laugh was loud and carefree. He wasn't afraid to boast and brag about anything you did, he even did it in front of you. It was hard to feel insecure with him around. He wanted the world to know you were better than them, especially class 1A.
He would give you flowers or cute bows or just things he felt you'd like. He learned you and your every move well. He'd even practice certain conversations before the two of you have them. He felt you were rather predictable in an exciting way. A way that could never make him unlove you.
You being in a bad mood angered him, he confronted you about it and was so ready to beat someone's ass. With his words. But once you assured him why you were feeling this way his gaze softened. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. One that felt like it could last an eternity. One that you hoped would.
He sighed and just held you for a while and took it to his bed which led to a cuddle sesh. He rubbed your shoulder while you buried your face in his chest, he felt the way your breath fanned all over him and it made a shiver go down his spine.
You listen to his heartbeat and breathe in as much of him as you could, you were afraid if you didn't take all of him in right now he might disappear. Every time he kissed your forehead lightly or peppered kisses over your ear snapped you back into reality and helped you realize this was real, that he was real and was with you. That he loved you and would do anything for you.
"I love you darling and I hope you know just how much I do. I'm rather angry that you hadn't told me how you were feeling but I suppose I can let it go for now.. get some rest, my love."
AN: so I decided to make it a to character thing n don't even mind that I basically made a whole story for izukus... We all know how I feel ab him..
Also off topic and not that anyone cares but I'm thinking ab updating my masterlist yk? Js make it more aesthetically pleasing to myself. Also I wrote this all in one go, this took ab maybe two hours?????
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I Will Always Love You
Synopsis: Harry tries to lighten up YN's mood
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It was Sunday. Bright and sunny morning.
Harry was the first to wake up today as it was a day off for his fiance. He knew she was already in a bad mood because of what happened yesterday, she was already off to sleep when he came back home from studio.
Now he doesn't know what exactly happened, it was a family drama she said. All he knows is that she is furious about one thing and one thing only.
So he woke up early and put together her favourite breakfast for her. Something to cheer her up the first thing in the morning. YN was still sleeping in so he decided to go wake her up.
"Hey baby, you wanna wake up?" He sat down on the edge of their bed so he can lean over and kiss her forehead. "It's already half past eleven."
"Hmm?" She sounded half asleep.
"You wanna wake up?" Harry asked again.
"Hmm!" She nodded.
"I made you breakfast, will wait for you in kitchen." He pressed another kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you!" She yawned, and hugged him tight.
"You good, my love?" He asked, caressing her back.
"I am, I am." She assured him though he isn't quite assured.
Harry let her do her thing, giving her space so she can go upto him and talk about it. He busied himself with breakfast duty.
"Good morning, baby!" He sang in a cheery tone seeing his fiancé. Her hair was damp and she had already gotten back into her pajamas.
"Morning." She smiled. Or at least tried to.
"What's wrong, darling?" He enquired finally.
"Nothing really," she shrugged and helped him take food out to the table.
"You still want to go see the new houses later on today baby?" He asked as they both sat down.
"Yeah."
"Hey, I can see something is wrong. Just tell me, please!" He pulled his chair closer to hers.
"Can we like, uhhhh, like uninvite my parents and especially my grandmother from the wedding? I, I, I just want it to be my brother, his wife and their kids." She shared. Harry could see the tears pooling up in her eyes.
"You want to tell me what happened, love?" He somehow found a way to move closer to her.
"I shouldn't have asked my mum and grandma to come along. I found a dress I liked, but she said it would look like she's going to my funeral not my wedding just 'cause it was white." Harry could see she was trying so hard not to start sobbing, her bottom lip quivered as she looked down, she is clearly so hurt by her grandma's statement.
"Hey, whatever she said must have been to spite you baby." He tried to console her, "if you don't them at our wedding we don't have to invite them, okay? I promise."
"I don't know why she hates me so much!" She sighed, "she talks bad about us too, I can't take that."
"You know, people are going to hate but we know the truth, right?" He took her hand to gesture her to sit on his lap so he can hug her, which she did. "What else did she say to get you so hurt, hmm?"
"She said why are you putting so much effort into this he's gonna leave you anyway..." And she started sobbing.
"You know you're not getting rid of me so easily, don't you?" He squeezed her tighter, "I am so sorry she said that, YN. And let me tell you, you're the best thing that's happened to me. While I know it's not going to be always rainbow and sunshine but I know we can beat the odds and just grow stronger. I don't know why she thinks I'd leave the love of my life, like ever, but what I do know is I love you and I wanna spend rest of my days with you as my partner. I love you too much!"
"I love you too!" She managed to say between her cries.
"You still want to get that white dress you love so much?" He asked.
"Mhmm."
"And you still wanna eat?"
"Yes, I am hungry." She nodded again. "I will just go wash my face."
"Yeah, you do that baby, but hurry up your food it getting cold." He placed a soft kiss on the apple of her cheek.
The rest of the morning YN spent sulking around though she did eat her food. She even took a big fat nap on the sofa while watching her favourite series on Netflix. Harry did not bother her, he in fact cancelled their appointment with the realtor and scheduled it for the next day. He is instead going to take her out dinner tonight.
Now he doesn't know if that's all that happened or did her but she made sure not to take her grandmother to the next appointment for dress shopping.
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Flowers
Summary: flowers in the trash are the result of hurt.
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: this is my first fic Iâve published and written so go easy on me!! There will be a part 2.
Everyone said the honeymoon phase wouldnât last. You ignored them, too wrapped up in the love shown by Lewis. He was a man who knew how to race, but also how to love. From the start of your relationship to now, your heart knew nothing but love. A hand on your waist, pinky fingers interlocked, or legs intertwined on the sofa, Lewis was always touching you. He was all-consuming. It was everything you could have asked for.
A long holiday in Las Vegas was the perfect rejuvenation for you and Lewis after a busy season. Hours spent together with no distractions but each other. One night, he surprised you with a beautiful bouquet of roses, carnations, and orchids. You made sure to display them proudly on the little desk in your hotel suite.
Your vacation came to an end and you found yourself back home in Colorado. Although a short flight, it was still an exhausting experience.
You dropped your luggage by the front door, Lewis doing the same. Lewis got close and said, âGo on up to bed. Iâll be up in a minute,â not waiting for an answer before kissing your cheek and heading into the kitchen to check the state of the house.
You looked at the suitcases on the floor, shrugged, went to bed, and fell asleep before he came up.
Waking up, Lewis was gone with no text or note left on the kitchen counter. You didnât see Roscoe puttering around the house so you figured Lewis went to get him. Early afternoon, you got a text from Lewis saying that he was âgetting back on track with workâ and wasnât sure when he was going to be home. Your text back went unanswered.
Thus, you spent the day getting your life back in order. You dragged your (and Lewisâ) suitcase to the laundry room where you sorted through days of laundry. You started a load and began meal prepping for the week. The flower bouquet that you carefully wrapped in tissues to dry out, sat in the middle of the kitchen island as you pulled out pots and pans from the sleek kitchen drawers.
While in the middle of putting broccoli in Tupperware containers, the doorbell rang. Opening the door you were pounced on by a panting Roscoe. Expecting Lewis at the end of the leash you were surprised to see your sitter, Ally, grinning at you. After a quick conversation, you closed the front door after thanking Ally and unhooking Roscoeâs collar so he could run freely.
You texted Lewis a brief, âRoscoe is home,â because you werenât sure if he knew that was on the plan for today.
When Lewis texted you that heâd be seeing to things, you didnât think youâd be going to bed alone. This wasnât uncommon as Lewis was a man that was dedicated to his work. However, his late endeavors were usually accompanied by numerous texts, calls, and apologies for not being home to go to bed together.
You woke up alone again. No note. No car. No Roscoe. Instead of a text this time, you got a phone call.
Before you could say hello, Lewis said âI have Roscoe and weâll be home later.â
Then he disconnected. You had to look at your phone to make sure he just hung up on you. To say you were ready to throw a fit was an understatement.
You grabbed the flowers that were drying on the kitchen counter and threw them in the trash. The lid echoed as you stomped up the steps to get ready for the day. If Lewis was going to leave you to your own devices then youâd be productive.
So, you put on the cutest farmers market outfit you could find, grabbed your tote bag, and left the house. Spite was coursing through your veins holding you back from letting Lewis know you were leaving the house. You debated turning off Find My Friends, but you were irritated, not stupid.
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Lewis twisted the key, hearing the lock click, and he pushed open the door with a panting Roscoe scurrying through the small gap. He could only see the light shining from the kitchen, everything else was dark in the house.
Toeing off his shoes, Lewis makes his way into the kitchen stopping by the staircase to look up to the bedroom. He can see the light from your shared office. Some tension released from his shoulders knowing that you were home.
In the kitchen, he immediately notices the dried flowers are missing. While only being home for minutes at a time the last few days, he never missed a glance at the flowers.
Lewis looked around the kitchen to see if you hung the flowers or put them someplace else. With no luck, he opens the garbage bin and sees the flowers. Something you spent so much time trying to preserve from Las Vegas to New York was found in the garbage bin.
He closed the lid and flicked off the kitchen light. Upstairs he went, giving a pat to Roscoe who was resting on his bed after a busy day.
Lewis climbs up the steps, ringed fingers gliding against the railing. He moved to the office door and quietly turned the handle. You had headphones on so you werenât aware of his presence. Your blue pajama shorts werenât accompanied by a usual shirt stolen from his closet. And that was when Lewis knew that you, who could shine brighter than the sun, had shut out the light.
You swiveled in your chair, catching sight of Lewis, your body doing a slight jerk then your hand coming up and pulling off your headphones.
âHi,â you said.
âHey honey.â
You turned back to your computer, hand on mouse still clicking at whatever was on the screen. Lewis couldnât see and didnât care to be honest.
âI went to the farmers market today,â you told the computer screen. âThe fruit and veggies you usually get are in the fridge.â
Lewis didnât respond. Instead, he sat on the couch tucked into the corner of the room and watched you.
âWhat are you doing on the computer?â Lewis asked.
âStuff,â you answered. âIs there something you need, Lewis?â
Lewis didnât answer.
He didnât respond because he knew he fucked up. He didnât know how to fix it. He always had an answer, but not this time.
âHoneyââ he started but you quickly pushed the desk chair back and stood up.
âI forgot to give Roscoe water. I have to go do that.â
Then you were out the office door and didnât even spare him a glance as you slammed the door behind you.
Lewis stared at the throw blanket on the couch. He moved to follow you down to the kitchen, but he heard you stomping back up the steps.
Thatâs when Lewis moved. He opened the office door and followed you into the bedroom.
âBabââ he started but you didnât even let him finish.
âRoscoe has water and I filled his dry food bowl,â you said without looking at him, heading towards the en suite.
âCan you listen and look at me for a minute!â Lewis snapped back, stopping you dead in your tracks.
You locked eyes and there it was. Or actually, there it wasnât. There was nothing there.
He needed to fix this. Now. âIâve been an asshole the last few days. I have a lot on my mind but what I did wasnât cool.â
âItâs fine Lewis,â you replied immediately. You went back to the bathroom and began washing your hands.
âI should have communicated with you more,â he said to you.
âDonât worry about it. All good.â
He made a move to get closer to you when suddenly you slapped your hands on the counter, whirled towards him, lifting a finger and pointing at him.
âDonât come near meâ you snapped. âYou donât get a right to come in here after two fucking days of not speaking to me. We had a fantastic time in Vegas and then we came home and you turned into a different person. You may be dealing with shit but Iâm your fucking partner. We deal together,â you jabbed a finger towards his chest, âand donât you try to show up and think you can fix your mistakes with a few words Lewis. You hurt me and my feelings. Iâm going for a drive and donât follow me.â
Then you turned and walked out the bedroom door slamming it behind you.
Lewis stared at the space where he last saw you and did it until the burn in his throat and heart faded.
He didnât have to look at the clock to know this took a while.
Then he opened the bedroom door and made his way back downstairs where this all started.
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Hi, I down quite know if you are taking requests but I saw that clip from lando leaning against the car in DtS S6 E3 and thought of him watching his girl do the driving in reverse for the quadrant video and she's doing very well and he's just proud. If you don't feel like it you don't have to do it. Have a very nice day love you writing <3
haha i don't have netflix anymore i was gonna watch it for this but my dad cancelled it out of spite lol
lando was the designated driver of the relationship
i mean
people say 'when you're a professional chef you don't want to cook at home'
and might expect the same from the drivers
when lando experienced being a passenger
he wasn't a passenger princess
he was a passenger survivor
she drove like she was on a track
a nascar track
or like she was a rally driver
she drive like she and the car were invincible
and that was why lando drove them everywhere
because he valued his life lol
there were compilation videos on tiktok of her driving
her #skills
which is exactly why she was recruited for this quadrant video
lando was terrified lol
like, thank god there was some sort of barrier between them and her
but it was incredible
bc, now that she was on a track, she drove like a mad
but, she drove well
the camera caught the fear on lando's face
the camera caught the fear as it turned to pride
the camera caught as she jumped out of the car and lando practically ran into her arms, snogging her good
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