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Little Shits 4

Arsenal wfc x teen!reader

Auswnt x Teen!reader

summary: you cherish some special and cheeky moments with you club team during your birthday week, and the end of Camp with you national team.

warnings: none, maybe that its edited shit - someone teach me to feel confident with my writing again so i can actually write something good

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“You can’t make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind!” You and Alanna screeched into the microphones on the team bus back from Marvel stadium.

“Make it stop!” Kyra screamed over the extremely loud music, covering her ears, causing other girls to laugh and yell in agreement

“Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover!” You sung into Caitlin’s face in her seat, she recorded you as she laughed, you would later find that video on her insta story.

Alanna threw you over her shoulder as you walked back to your bus seats once you were both finished your karaoke song. Voices gone.

You and your national team had just won against Uzbekistan with a wicked 10-0 and were officially going to Paris. Something you had been losing sleep on for weeks.

“You have ruined Justin Bieber for me you two!” Mimi yelled over the rows

“Oh get over it!” You yelled back laughing

You had some of the sprite bottle that was in your backpack to cool down after the performance before Alanna laid on your shoulder from next to you. “Tell me I’m dreaming and we don’t have to get on a 3am flight”

You pinched her

“Ow don’t pinch me” she exclaimed as she rubbed the now red skin

“Dreaming?” You laughed “we are going to be awake the whole night before that it’s fine”

“I’m already tired” she said before muzzling herself back into your shoulder.

“You’re boring” you said already bored at her energy level, getting up out of your seat while the rest of the bus was still singing and going nuts in excitement.

When the bus reached the Hotel you all took the lift to your respected rooms. You all had roommates this camp, and you were with Caitlin as she would usually room with Sam.

When you reached your room you both plopped onto your bed's before you reached over to the phone next to you as Caitlin got up to use the bathroom.

“Room service?” You asked as she had left the room to shower, before she quickly popped around the corner again and pursed her lips at you grinning. Implying a cheeky ‘yes’.

You dialed in the number as the phone rang to the kitchen and greeeting the staff on the line. “Yes just two of your cheese burgers, two fries, one side salad, two chicken nugget meals please and your umm…chocolate Sundae as well as your strawberry one” you said, ordering a lot for you and the hungry brunette

Caitlin came into the bedroom once again, giggling at your requests on the phone.

“20 minutes is fine. Thank you!” Before hanging up the phone and putting it back on the bedside table.

“I’m not gonna have any room for my airplane food!” Caitlin said

“I don’t understand how you like that stuff”

“Airplane food is great” she shrugged

You both had 1 hour before you had to leave for the airport. It wasn’t long at all, considering you both had stuff scattered around the apartment. Caitlin’s face cringed in confusion at your choices but left it before she got on the phone with her girlfriend and your Arsenal Teammates Katie.

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“No fucking about alright? Everyone is tired” Mackenzie warns you and Kyra as you are lined up for boarding, large carry ons in hand and an all too eager duo consisting of you and your best friend.

“Hm” Kyra shrugs at the tall brunette

“We won’t, I’m tired too you’ll be fine” you reassured Mackenzie

As you slowly made your way down the boarding bridge you yawned more than twice on your way you were sure. Greeting the flight attendants you and Kyra made it to your respected seats.

You had fallen asleep after an hour, which is what you were specifically not meant to do due to all of the London Aussies trying to align themselves back with European time. But you slept for five hours and now you were up. Bored as nothing else as basically the rest of the plane slept.

Peeking over the small separator of a wall between you and Kyra, you found her dead asleep. Mouth hung open like drool was about to drip out any moment. You sent a photo of the girl in her state to your Matilda’s group chat, attaching ‘I hope all you who didn’t have to leave at 3 are having fun🥰’.

Quickly deciding to get up and go to the bathroom, you found Mini waiting at the bathroom door for someone to come out so she could go. She found you walking down the aisle and smiled at you before opening her arms slowly to hug you.

You lazily accepted her arms and slumped into her embrace. “I fell asleep just before” you said leaning into her side, keeping your feet grounded as the plane slightly felt wobbly.

“Naughty” Mini chuckled

When the older woman came out of the bathroom, Mini offered for you to go first but you insisted she go. Then noticing a very tired toddler in her seat a few rows down from the bathroom as you waited, Harper yawned bringing her smaller arms up to stretch which made your heart melt. Her tired and slow eyes found yours as she smiled before opening her arms for a hug.

Even though you were quite a fair bit away for her, you made your way back down the aisle to sit next to her in her overly large seat. She crawled into your lap, resting her body there. You, Carefully stroking her arm and looking around the plane at some of the girls asleep, you had completely forgotten about needing to use the toilet before Mini came down the aisle once again.

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“And to all those returning home, welcome home” the captain said sweetly over the overhead speakers, Kyra rolling her eyes. You had slung your carry on over your shoulder and prepared to get straight out of your seat once Kyra had gotten her over-head carry on out.

“Hello London” you said once you finally made it to baggage claim and stopped to stand and stretch for a moment, before resting on your suitcase waiting for the other girls to grab their’s. Katie would be picking both you and Caitlin up and would drop you home. Teyah picking Kyra up.

“Oh my gosh can I please get a photo y/n!” You heard an excited voice behind you. Your tired expression immediately vanished as you turned around on your heel to meet with the voice.

A girl and a boy that looked about 10 years old stood there cutely with their phones out asking for a photo. “Me?” You asked smiling

“Yes! Only if that’s okay” the short boy said

“Of course” you smiled before putting your handbag on top of your suitcase so you could take the photo.

“We are Australian too! We are on holidays” the girl explained once you handed her phone back to her after you all took the photo

“Oh I thought I heard some Australian accents” you laughed “what do you think of London?”

“It’s very cold” the girl said

“Yeah” they both laughed

“Oh I agree. Bit different from Australia. What are your names?” You asked them

“I am Emma”

“And I’m Luke I play soccer like you!” The small boy said after his sister

“That’s awesome wow!” You said excitedly.

“Hey y/l/n, Katie’s here” Caitlin said from behind you. Not seeing the two young fans that you were talking to just yet.

“Caitlin Foord!” The little girl said excitedly before they both ran off to her. The small boy waving to you as he ran.

You looked a little to the left to find the Irish girl standing there smiling at the interaction, you walked towards her before she started to do the same to you when she noticed you. You hugged, a hug that felt long because it felt soothing to be in her arms like always. Every time Katie hugged someone, it was liked she always framed them in her arms perfectly.

“How you going tiny?” She asked looking down at you with that wide and comforting smile.

“Good”

“Good” Katie mimicked you

“Very tired but I’m happy” you shrugged before pulling her back in. Before feeling a slight tug at the hood of your jumper. Caitlin pulling you away from Katie, so she could greet her. You grabbed your suitcase quickly while they kissed and did whatever else you chose not to look at for too long.

“Let’s go” Katie said grabbing your suitcase off of you so she could hold it before you all walked to her car and out of the airport.

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“Vivvy I don’t need your help” you groaned as Viv came over to where you sat at the dining table, attempting to help you with your homework for the 10th time tonight.

“We aren’t starting this movie until it’s done and unless you want to be hated from us collectively I suggest you pick up that pen” Viv stated trying to keep her words firm and clear.

“Kyra I’ll have one” you pointed to Kyra who was at the fridge getting herself a coke. Completely ignoring Viv who attempted to help you hurry up.

“I give up we are starting the movie” Viv said before walking back to the living room where most of the girls were already.

It was a team bonding night with some of the girls who lived super close to you, Kyra and Alessia’s building. Everyone forced the idea on you that you would host. As no one else was bothered to host and cook for everyone.

You were quite a good cook as the 16 year old yourself. So you gave in, but had deadlines for your online school due tomorrow that you were nowhere near done. The girls found out about your deadlines and made sure you finished them.

“I’ll just ask for an extension” you shrugged getting up and heading to your kitchen to grab the coke off the island that Kyra left for you.

“You can’t just ask for an extension every time” Caitlin, your Australian teammate, said from her position leaning against your kitchen counter, digging her grimey fingers into the leftover salad on the counter.

“out” you flicked her fingers out from the bowl and pulled her arm with you into the living room. “Yeah well I don’t know my teachers so I don’t care” you shrugged before you both sat down on the couch. Caitlin having to take the floor, sitting in between her girlfriend’s legs, due to there being no more space left in the couch nor the beanbags.

“Excited to be 17 tiny?” Laura said from her position on the couch next to you

“Very” you smiled sweetly. It was your birthday in two days.

“That reminds me. Game day in two days, so we can’t watch this full movie” Kim said from the other end of your couch

“Oh come on” Leah groaned like a child to her club Captain

The movie had been playing for around 45 minutes now. When Kyra’s intrusive ideas quickly sprung up and she was sharing them with you. “If we snuck out no one would notice” she whispered

You quietly chuckled at the comment that came completely out of no where, before some of the girls turned to look at you, as the movie scene playing was definitely not that funny.

“Mate how are you gonna do that”

“Your gonna do it with me” Kyra said, you laughed quietly dropping your head and shaking it.

“Yeah and where the hell are we gonna go”

“We can literally just go to my apartment or the lobby. Just to see how long they notice, or how long it takes for them to finally find us” she said finally now leaning back into the couch to act casual, but waiting for your response. Instead you headed to the kitchen

“I’m grabbing water” you said as the rest of the girls eye’s stayed on the screen, Kyra’s following you before quickly getting up and following you when you motioned her to do so.

“I’m in, come on” you whispered before grabbing your key and heading for your front door, which was luckily behind the couch where the rest of your friends lay.

“Should we take our phones?” Kyra asked looking back before she shut the door behind her.

“Nah” you shrugged before Kyra finally shut it, very, very gently.

Bad idea.

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Vic’s Pov

I got up to use the toilet, softly apologise to girls as I stepped over their legs that sprawled out over the carpet before I made my way to the bathroom. I knocked, remembering that Kyra had gone in not too long ago.

“Kyra?” I questioned softly after hearing not response, knocking again. “Kyraaa” I dragged out as I very very gently opened the door slightly to see if she was even in there. When my head finally poked through, I saw no one there. Walking in to double check, there was no one.

“Guys where is Kyra?” I yelled from the bathroom not too loudly. There was silence for a moment as none of the girls bothered to respond to me.

“Where’s y/n?” Katie yelled back, making me exit the bathroom and go out to see the rest of them. “Y/n” Katie slightly yelled across your small apartment. Going to check your bedroom and guest bedroom. “Did you say Kyra was gone too?” Katie asked me as she walked to the rooms, the movie now paused.

“Yeah she’s not in the bathroom like I thought she was” I said before following Katie, me laughing slightly once we checked both rooms only to find them not anywhere.

“Fuck me” Kim said under her breath, now getting up front the couch, Teyah also getting up along with Lia. Viv and Leah asleep on the couch.

Kim went to the kitchen to grab her phone so she could call y/n and Kyra. “Kim” Katie said motioning for her to look at herself, holding up both there phones as she walked out of the room. Signalling they left them.

“Why do they do this” Caitlin said as she went to your front door to look out into the hallway, before completely disappeared down it to look for both of you.

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“You dumb kid why did you say no when I asked about taking phones?” Kyra groaned as you both sat up against the wall, the outside of your apartment building. You and Kyra had ventured down to the lobby, only to think that it was too obvious, so you walked outside into the dark and sat outside the building. Dangerous. Yep.

“Oi Don’t call me that. Why did you ask me then?” I rushed

“This is boring come on” Kyra said before getting up and reaching her arms out, offering for you to latch on so she could help you up. Kyra dragged you back through your libby and then out a door. Leading to the car park.

“It’s so scary down here no” you said standing in the emergency doorway that you had both snuck into. It was 11pm, pitch black, and Kyra was making her way over to the box trolleys. The trolleys that the residents used to take up large items.

“Push me” Kyra said sitting down in the middle of the trolley, putting her hands in her lap, and crossing her legs.

“No” you hummed

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“Only if you push me after” you gave in. It sounded fun.

“Don’t push me into a car” Kyra laughed as you started to walk with the trolley “faster cmon”

After spinning the trolley around for no more than two minutes filled with laughter and Kyra screaming as the trolley headed for the cement wall. "Okay off, my turn please" you said tugging on Kyra's sleeve before you helped her out of the trolley. As you went to hop in, you both heard the squeaky but heavy door leading to the car park swing open from he other side of the lot. Thinking someone was here to kill you both, you shared a paranoid look before instantly moving behind the red car you were both near, you peaked through the car's back window to see if you could see the figures that had entered, you heard the voice of a female before your eyes landed on Katie, Kim and Teyah.

"Is it a man?" Kyra asked, not looking, her back against the car.

"what? oh, no, worse. Kim Little"

Kyra just looked up at you and smirked before pulling you away, further into the dark parking spaces filled with cars. "Oi!" a strong Irish accent was heard, you looked back as you and Kyra ran through the large car park, locking eyes with a stern Kim Little. "Get back here!" Katie yelled again, a slight goofiness in her voice.

Kyra pulled you behind a car as you noticed Teyah and Katie running up to follow you, you and Kyra ducking out again and running behind another car. "Stop" Teyah breathed out as she ran after you two again. You turned back around only to realise you were running straight towards your captain Kim.

"Ah shit" you chuckled as your jogging came to a stop "hey it was funny-"

"we didn't know where you were, everyone was looking for you two!" Kim exclaimed

"Why" you asked smiling and still breathing heavily, recovering form your chase. Hearing the squeals and laughs from afar, Katie and Teyah were still taking off towards Kyra as they basically played tiggy.

"cause we all care about you. And it worried me that you and Kyra just left"

"Kyra's 22!" you said throwing your arms up

"Is she" Kim said, motioning towards Teyah and Katie tackling Kyra into the cement ground while she broke out into a giggling fit. "besides you're 16!"

"and you're over reacting" you breathed out before grabbing your jumper off the ground near the door and making your way to the exit. Getting in the elevator by yourself, pressing the button with the number 16 on it, heading to your apartment again. Though the lift stopped at ground level, above the car park, someone also trying to get the lift up.

Once the elevator doors opened, a blonde girl with a messy bun and her head in her phone was walking in. Not seeing you yet. "Shit"

Leah looked up from her phone at you. "There you are" Leah said, hitting the back of your head before rubbing your hair aggressively.

"Ow" You groaned, rubbing your head.

"I was looking outside for you, where's Kyra?" Leah said as the lift dinged and you both walked up the hall.

"Kyra's with Kim, Katie and um Teyah" you said, now unlocking your apartment door.

"Where on earth did you go" Leah asked now

"first outside, then the car park" you grinned

"look who it is!" Viv said as you both walked in, from her spot on the couch next to Beth, Laura and Alessia.

"Where is the rest of yous'?" Beth asked you simply shrugged, not bothering to answer, before collapsing into Laura's lap on the couch.

"You're kinda sweaty" Laura said from above your head.

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Your birthday happened to land on a Thursday, which was your day off. Which meant your birthday would be spent not in the gym, and relaxing, just how you preferred. You sat up in your own bed, in your own apartment face timing your whole family on your computer. Once that ended, you stayed in bed, smiling and your heart warming at the Instagram posts your friend's back in Australia had created for your day, and the one's from your teammates also.

After a slow 30 minutes, you finally left the comfort of your blankets and got into the shower to freshen up for the day. You would be meeting the 'London Aussies' for breakfast this morning. Which included you, Caitlin, Steph, Macca, Sam, Kyra and as of late, Mini and Charli. It meant a lot to you that they took the morning's out of their day off to spend it with you on your birthday. Something you weren't sure would've even been thought about when you nervously moved across the world.

Steph offered to pick you up. So after applying some light makeup to match your usually-bronzed Australian self, changing into a warm outfit consisting of Jeans and a crew neck, Steph had texted you that she was now out the front of your apartment complex.

A wide grin was plastered on both your faces as the glass door outside your lobby opened, Steph leaning against her car waiting for you, large bouquet of yellow flowers in her hand. "Happy birthday Dancing queen!" she exclaimed before engulfing you in a tight hug, slightly lifting your feet off the ground in the warm gesture, you giggled at the comment before she let go of you.

She handed the flowers to you, "for me?" you asked in awe of them as she smiled.

"Of course" Steph said warmly

"Thank you it means a lot to me" you said hugging her again.

"Okay let's go i'm starving" She said before skipping off to the other side of the car to drive. You chuckled as you got into the car

"Where are we even going" you asked on the road, curious as to where you and your Aussie teammates would be eating

"I forget what it is called but I have taken you here before, you loved it" Steph said. Moments later, the car pulled into the parking lot, you remembering the cafe now. You saw Kyra getting out of the car with Charli, from your window.

Meeting up with all your Australian teammates from all around London once again made you happy, almost was the highlight of your day. During the breakfast, you got photos together at the table, some of the girl's mentioning that they would post them on their stories later for Instagram. You spoke about the Olympics, Sam's recovery and wedding plan's, along with plan's of Steph's big day also.

"You're gonna love the present from me and Katie" Caitlin grinned, nudging your shoulder, You let out a quiet but excited squeal.

"What are your plan's for the rest of your day y/n?" Sam asked you before sipping her iced coffee.

"I have been invited over to Beth and Viv's place for dinner tonight. So just chilling at my place then I will head over for that" You said to the girls, them all nodding.

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Your birthday breakfast was over and Steph had dropped you back home, after taking you to the super market. To buy you whatever Sweets or snacks you wanted for your own apartment. You heard a knock at your door so you walked over to it and peeped through the door. Only to be met with a man in a fluro green vest and black hoodie.

"Y/n y/n/n?" the man asked. You hesitated at first, the multiple worried chats from Leah pondering into your mind about not talking to people who just show up at your apartment. That was before you looked down at the large box with pink wrapping paper and yellow ribbon, the object softening your initial expression. You quickly nodded at the man, before singing on a line from the form he put in front of you.

"Thank you" You smiled before he headed off, leaving the pink box at your door. You went to pick it up, it was heavier than you expected, but you brought it inside and placed it on your dining room table. You unwrapped the gift and saw the card from Katie and Caitlin. Their sweet words about how they were proud of your journey and their love for you had you smiling to yourself. You had received multiple gifts, most of them at training yesterday though, they all made you extremely grateful for the teammates you could call home now. The gift from Katie and Caitlin was a light pink Smeg mixer for baking may not seem to exciting, but baking and cooking for the people closest to you was your love language at this point.

Your teammates had become used to you hosting dinners, with your cooking skills. Also getting used to and comfortable with you regularly bringing them baked treats you had made. Some of them like Katie, Leah and Kyra had become quite demanding that you visit them with treats now.

On the cardboard box the mixer, Katie had written largely in thick-red sharpie 'I expect a shit ton of cookies now', her writing taking up the whole left side of the box. You laughed to yourself at her antics before opening up the box and taking a look at your present.

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You and Viv got out of her car, where she had parked it outside her and Beth's flat. You were here to spend your birthday dinner with them. "Ready?" Viv asked before she opened the door.

"Uh yeah why" you questioned. Quickly before the door swung open and lights were turned on

"Surprise!" yelled a group, you shooting your head up.

You were met with the beaming faces of your whole family. Including your parents, older siblings, grandparents and closest cousins. Your jaw hung low really fast in shock. Your Australian family was all her in front of you. "What are you-" you yelled in excitement before running into your mother's arms. You greeted your whole family eagerly before hugging Beth who watched you interact with a proud smile.

"who did this?" you asked looking up at her, Beth still holding you

"i may have organised it. But you can thank your siblings" she grinned at you before you hugged her tighter.

You spent the rest of the evening eating pizza and talking with your family. You ended up having to get takeaway as Viv bought the wrong meat from the butcher to make for dinner. Forever grateful for your biggest supporters in your life and your Arsenal and Aussie teammates.

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Not my best fic at all so i apologise. And i'm so sorry it took so long. Uni is kicking me in my ass daily so it's hard to edit a such.

xxx

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wonijinjin · 6 months

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all nighter with seventeen’s 96 line

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff | pairings: 96 line x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food

“seriously, are you gonna stay up? because i doubt that you can make it.” jun raised an eyebrow, not liking how you want to ruin your sleep cycle. “look junnie i need to see the final of this show! it is not my fault it comes out at like 3am!” you shouted in excitement, pouting a bit at him. he put his hands on his ears jokingly, indicating how loud you were even though it was like 10pm already; you were usually very tired at this point of the night, but not tonight. “well, if a show is more important to you then your health…” he said, trying to make you feel guilty, trailing off. “jun don’t worry, you don’t have to stay up with me if you don’t want to. don’t risk your already not so bright sleep schedule.” you giggled while he started shaking his head, walking closer to you. “no! i wouldn’t let my baby stay up alone, plus we could cuddle until it comes out!” he kissed your forehead, pulling you close.

- worries about your health so much, afraid that you will get used to not sleeping enough and will get sick eventually

- loves your passion though; he will let it slide because you just look so cute when excited for watching the movies

- makes you stay up all day to contain your sleep cycle, preventing you from messing it up completely

“oh my god this is gonna be so fun!” hoshi squeeled while looking kind of like a maniac. you burst out laughing, finding him so cute. “ahw you are adorable my tiger. you were really waiting for me! and you really have a lot of energy in you, huh?” you said while squeezing his cheeks, giving him a chaste kiss. he just nodded while smiling, bouncing up and down just like he always does when he is excited. “let’s prepare some food for the night. when we have all the nutrients for the whole night you can drag me to the practice room to make the new choreo.” you advised, already going to the kitchen to start cooking some warm food. “alright baby tiger, understood! it is gonna be so exciting, having you with me!” he grinned, picking you up and spinning you around.

- hyper tiger, he is thrilled to have you with him and have some company as he is often lonely in the early hours of sunrise since the members usually leave after midnight

- will make the two of you take breaks though; getting silly and dancing and jumping for fun (and to keep you awake)

- very grateful that you pulled the night off for him, definitely would finish the choreo a lot faster since you are there

“are you sure you won’t fall asleep? i know you don’t really like this game that much.” wonwoo questioned as you sat down next to his gaming chair, head on his shoulder, ready to watch your boyfriend pull a gaming night till sunrise. “i am more than confident that i can do it sweetie.” you mocked him in a silly tone to which he giggled. “alright, alright. are you comfortable?” he wondered while looking down at you attentively. “yes, very much, thank you.” you replied as you snuggled into him, his focus already back to the computer screen. “are we gonna play together during the night though? like sims? or animal crossing?” you peeked up at him curiously. “of course sweetheart, whatever you want. just let me finish this game first.” he said while patting your head.

- he is very soft for you, and would love to teach you how to play some new games (if you want to of course)

- you would doze off for a bit at 2am though; he would look at you with so much adoration before nudging you to wake up and telling you how you promised yourself you could do it

- would stop to make you ramen in the middle of the night and have a deep conversation about life

“you know it is not healthy to drink that much coke, right?” you stared at woozi who was opening another can of the beverage. he stopped and gave you a confused look. “but i need it to stay awake. plus, it is better than energy drinks and you know that. you’d rather i drank those?” you sighed in defeat. “this will be your last one. not only will you stay up tonight but for the next three days with that much sugar.” you laughed. he put down the can and pulled you close to him, leaning close to your ear. “don’t worry about me babe. i will not break your stupid rules.” he smirked, his statement earning a smack on the arm from you. “okay, enough. get back to work or you will never sleep! i will be chilling here on the couch.” you shushed him. “thank you for staying.” he said while pecking your cheek.

- pretends to be annoyed but in reality really appreciates your gesture of not letting him work alone all night (again)

- shows you his process and tells you how you inspired the lyrics of one of the songs, you would instantly melt upon hearing it since it was so beautiful

- would let you baby him when he is at the turning point, barely holding on (denies it the next day and calls it a moment of weakness)

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iocity · 7 days

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ASL ‘Merica AU where Ace constantly beats himself up about not being able to live with his brothers during the semester. As rough and tough as he would like to appear, he calls them every day, RELIGIOUSLY, and sometimes multiple times a day (Luffy misses him so he doesn’t mind at all, hell sometimes Luffy calls Ace back to back just to yap. Sabo finds it endearing how much Ace cares, but he will NEVER admit it due to their ongoing older brother rivalry and also his pride). He is such a big softie, and everyone who knows him knows all about his brothers (he carries ALL of their school/his fav pics in his wallet or bag. I mean from THE WEEK that they met. His self-introduction isn’t complete without showing at least one pic of him and his brothers). One night he calls them at like 3am, absolutely out his damn mind WASTED (Luffy and Sabo are laughing their asses off, bc Ace is an EMOTIONAL drunk), just to rant about how much he values their presence and feels like he needs to be there for them more. Sabo calls him back FIRST thing in the morning at like 7am (Sabo hopes he wakes Ace up out of his hangover nap just because Sabo wants to be as annoying as humanly possible in the shortest amount of time), and Ace is SO embarrassed. Not even a hi or hello, the first thing Sabo hears on the line is Ace’s groggy ass voice mumbling:

“I will fucking kill you if you utter a single fucking word.”

And what does Sabo say (the little shit)?

“Aww, just wanted to call my big brother on this fine morning and ask him how it felt to be a complete wet rag. I almost gagged this morning; I mean you really laid it on thick. ‘I miss you guys’ and ‘tell Luffy not to get into too much trouble’ or, maybe even my personal favorite, ‘don’t overwork yourself Sabo and make sure to sleep and eat well. If you die I’ll drag you back down and kill you myself’. You’ve gone soft I fear… and the sobbing?? I mean really you’ve outdone yourself.”

Ace would see red if he wasn’t on the verge of vomiting (and if Sabo’s impression of him wasn’t mildly hilarious). All Sabo hears (over his own laughter ofc) is a slew of curses and pained groans accompanied by heavy footfalls before the line cuts with a final venomous, “Fuck you.”

When Luffy bombards the ASL group chat a few hours later with a chipper voice message detailing how he just casually finished running from the cops, Ace is bout ready to book a flight back. The only thing that stops him is Luffy sending a quick:

“Oh! I love you too Ace, I never got to say it back because you kept crying like a little baby!”

Of course, seconded by Sabo with a little heart reaction and a slew of laughing emojis (Sabo may not say it directly often, but Ace thinks the heart reaction is enough). Despite the raging embarrassment (and the mild murderous intent) he felt at that moment, his lips quirked up into a smile as he read it. He may let the bullying slide just this once (he has gone soft, but maybe he doesn’t mind it).

Masterlist!

Tags :) : @porschethemermaid

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happilychee · 4 months

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do fairy tail characters nap?

just woke up from a nap. recommend.

♡ as annoying as this is to her, lucy always falls asleep when she reads. it takes forever for her to get through a book! it's just so soothing, especially if the story is compelling and lulls her in... bonus points if she's on a train or in a car; the rocking motion will have her out like a light.

♡ levy has no trouble getting through books because it gets her excited, not tired. she doesn't let lucy forget this. she does, however, stay up until ungodly hours of the night to finish a story. gajeel, jet, droy, and lily have found her passed out over a book (or twenty) multiple times. I think she's always buzzing with energy or curiosity, so one of the only ways for levy to settle in is if gajeel literally lies on top of her like a weighted blanket.

♡ speaking of, gajeel is very neutral about naps. he doesn't actively seek them out, mostly because he's one of the few members of the guild who has a relatively normal sleep schedule. he is, however, soft as hell. levy and lily always nap on him. wendy will nap on him. juvia will nap on him. gajeel looks scary asf if he glares, so no one will bother whoever's sleeping by his side. he is also actually very squishy if he relaxes his muscles. 10/10 pillow.

♡ cana naps like nobody's business. she goes out at night, stays up late drinking or partying, and crashes at 3am in gray or loke's bed. there is no "schedule" to sleeping so she will sleep whenever and wherever. cana has the uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. slumped over a table in a guild hall while natsu and gray throw chairs at each other? out like a light. lying on a freezing cold bench while her and lucy wait for a train? snoring away. (lucy pulls cana's head into her lap.) cana rarely falls asleep in an actual bed, though. if she does, it's because she's dead tired, and she's been incentivized by cuddles.

♡ natsu looooves a good nap. him and happy cat nap all the time. this might actually be the only consistent thing in their schedules: nap. the entire guild knows, courtesy of mirajane, to stfu for a bit when 1 o'clock hits. they don't actually need to, because natsu could sleep through a storm, but it's the thought that counts. natsu is also really warm and cuddly, which means that he's the perfect napping buddy. being buried in his warm arms, snug as a bug with happy between you... truly the dream.

♡ gray hates naps. hates them!! all because he wakes up the way you wake up from an after-school nap: sweaty, dizzy, disoriented, in a different dimension, with an overwhelming sense of dread. he reveals this one night when he and lucy are plastered at a bar, and that he's slightly jealous of natsu. lucy resolves to fix this, and when they're both blackout drunk she drags him into bed with her. not quite a nap, but hey, gray woke up feeling nice.

♡ sting might be the only character in the fairy tail universe that goes to bed at 10pm. his sleep schedule is on point, so he doesn't really nap unless he's exhausted from running sabertooth's infirmary. he will snuggle up in a square of sunlight with lector and snooze away.

♡ what is a nap? minerva doesn't nap. she doesn't need to rest during the day, she has things to do, what are you talking about- oh. oh. I think sabertooth has a very luxurious library, and minerva knocks out on one of the plush purple couches. more often than not, frosch will worm their way into her arms. the only people who dare to mention her naps are yukino (who minerva has a soft spot for) and sting (who has no sense of self-preservation).

#lychee writes #I am avid nap enthusiast #a connoisseur #eepy #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy heartfilia #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #cana alberona #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #sting eucliffe #minerva orland #yukino aguria #sabertooth #sabertooth headcanons #sabertooth mentioned raaah!!!#I don't write enough abt them

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pearbunny · 10 months

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the bucket list ✘ [three]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death, eventual smut.

word count: ~3.4k

chapter content: Flirting, mentions of self-image insecurities, mentions blood, bad sleeping habits, Jisung is aa dork and we love him. author's note: still got a couple of fluffy chapters before we get a lil serious, but hey at least m/c is starting to realize she's physically attracted to him, right?

Early in the morning, you sneak out of the front door, taking Jisung’s keys to the apartment that he always left on the kitchen counter. Your sleep schedule was all sorts of messed up because of the jetlag, so you figured that since you were awake so early, you might as well grab coffee for the both of you.

You werequick to come back and you thought you had successfully snuck in and out of the apartment without Jisung waking up, but when you opened the door, Jisung was at the kitchen island, replacing the water to the bouquet you had bought him two days ago.

You place the drinks down and lock the door behind you. “Good morning, I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

Jisung shakes his head and puts the vase of flowers by the window sill. “No. Not at all.” He comes back towards the kitchen to grab his iced americano. “But you could let me know you were awake so that I could have gone with you.”

“What time did you wake up?” You finally take your shoes off by the door, then head towards the couch to get comfy.

He sits next to you and takes his phone out to check the time. “Three hours ago? I don’t know, I didn’t really check the time.”

“What?! Do you even sleep?”

“Yeah, I do, but... I don’t know; sometimes it’s hard. I just end up laying in bed thinking.”

You frowned at him, “Have you tried Sleepy Time Tea?”

He laughs a little, he thinks the name is a little silly. “I haven’t, but I honestly just have a messed up sleep schedule. On the weekdays I will usually work the night shift, and then on weekends I work until 3am.”

“Oh, so you’re usually asleep during the day?”

“You know, now that I think about it.. I don’t think I sleep much, but I do take naps in between whenever I can.” He laughs at himself. “Uh, hm…” He hesitates, unsure about the next sentence. “I used to go to the gym a lot after shifts, but I stopped going so it’s been a struggle finding a different routine.”

“Ooo, buff Han Jisung era?” You jokingly raised your brows up and down in a suggestive manner. “I would have loved to have seen that.”

Jisung looks offended for a moment as he rolled up his t-shirt sleeve over his shoulder and flexed his bicep right in front of your eyes. “I’m still buff!”

You blinked, long and hard, then stood up, clearing your throat. “Get ready. We’ve got a bucket list to finish.” You walked away into the guest room and closed the door behind you, only to lean on it and slide yourself down into a sitting position on the floor.

“Why are we here?” Jisung asks over your shoulder, waiting patiently while you stare at a shelf at the art store.

“Well,” You sigh in defeat and spin around to face him. There's a slight frown on your face. “I’m trying to find the appropriate materials for the next bucket list adventure, but I’m not quite sure what I’m… looking for.” You turn back around to the items on the shelf.

Jisung stands beside you and follows your lead. It's obvious he was just as clueless. There's a moment of silence before he turns his head towards you. “So... what are we doing?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escapes your lips. “Next up on the list is "Draw a Portrait of Someone'” You make your way to another aisle, deciding to stay away from the paints and brushes. “But everything is so expensive.”

Jisung follows behind you. “Oh. Is this another one of those go up to a stranger and draw a portrait kind of thing?”

You stop in front of some fancy sketchbooks. You open one up and feel the quality of the paper; it was hardstock with a rough texture to it. You turned the book and looked at the price and quickly put it back, shaking your head. You glance your eyes to Jisung who had a playful pout on his lips. “I was thinking we could do each other, but I can find so–”

“No!” He cut you off, “I don’t think I could handle you falling for another stranger!” He feigns being hurt, a hand over his heart, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

You rolled your eyes, “Jisung, you think too highly of yourself.”

“I’m kidding,” He emphasizes. He walks down the aisle and picks up a notebook. “Do we really need this stuff? We could just use some old notebook paper I have back at the apartment and some crappy pencils.”

You raised a brow, “You have notebooks?”

He looked at you, deadpanned. “Yes.”

“And pencils?”

“Yes?” He was looking at you weird now.

“Oh… I guess I just didn’t realize people still wrote things down on paper.” You shift your weight, feeling a little awkward. “Figured everyone just used their phone.”

Jisung leads the way out of the art store, shaking his head with his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Yeah, but what happens if I lose my phone?”

You follow behind him, quickly catching up to his longer strides to walk beside him. "Well, it would be saved into the cloud I would hope."

"Well yeah, that's true," He nods as he continues to walk in the direction of the apartment. "But at what point does the cloud just stop working?"

You raise an inquiring brow at him.

He laughs gently and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just saying that eventually, years and years and years down the line, there won't be physical copies of anything. Maybe I want something to be remembered like that."

"I never thought you'd be so sentimental."

As he turns into the building, he walks backwards into the door to hold it open for you. "Oh, so you think of me often?" He smirks at you.

You walk past him and roll your eyes hard, making sure he saw you. "You think you're so funny."

Jisung opens the door to his room, stepping aside to let you in first. “This is where I spend… most of my time. If I’m not at work.”

“Where do you work by the way?” You step into the room, looking around at your surroundings.

"I'll take you there sometime."

"Ooo," You look at him playfully, "Is it a host bar?"

He laughs, "Do you think I'd be a good fit for a host bar?"

You decide not to answer and instead, take a look at his room. It wasn’t exactly the way you had thought it would be. You thought it would be like every other guy’s room, extremely minimal with very little personality. To your surprise, he had a lot of belongings. You couldn’t help but smile at the small pile of plushies on his bed.

He sees you looking at them and cleared his throat. “They’re from when I was younger.”

You reached out to pick up one specific plush and patted its head. “This Pikachu didn’t come out until last year. I would know, I couldn't find a seller that still had it for months after it released.” You laugh at his embarrassed expression and place the Pikachu back down on his bed, moving on to the rest of his room.

You walk towards a keyboard, fingers grazing over its keys. “Do you play?”

“Yeah. Since I was 6.” Jisung watches you in the middle of his room with his eyes following you as you make your way around it.

You nod silently and move on towards the corner that had an instrument cased propped up between a wall and a bookshelf. “Guitar too?”

“I dabble.”

You look through the books on his bookshelf, surprised to find numerous genres. Some manga, some horror stories, even a book about blue whales. There are a couple of textbooks as well, history and language specifically.

"Oh, you really do like physical copies of things, huh?" Your fingers touch over the spine of some CD cases. "Do you carry around a walkman too for your burned CDs?"

"No, of course not, I just like to buy my favorite albums is all."

Looking into Jisung’s room was like getting a look into who he truly was. If you're being honest with yourself, you're a little relieved that he was kind of a nerd. You find it dorky, cute, and very endearing. It was very much a breath of fresh air to find someone who didn't really care about what other people thought.

Finally, up against the wall adjacent to the window, is Jisung’s desk. He's got multiple monitors set up. There's the one in the center, curved, and to the left of it was a monitor that is turned vertical. Above the both, looked to be a large TV screen. There are little trinkets under the monitors: a cat shaped stress ball, a small figurine of what looked to be an anime girl, and a smaller metal figurine of a wolf. Next to the desk was a pretty substantial mic recording set up.

“You make music?”

“Uh. Sometimes.” He chuckles nervously, hurriedly going towards the bookshelf. He pulls out two notebooks, trying to change the subject. You find it really cute how shy he was being.

“Can I listen one day?”

Jisung grabs a couple of pencils from a cup on his desk and bites on his lower lip, finally looking you in the eyes. “That seems like a third date kind of thing.”

Subconsciously, you hold your breath at the thought, a weird feeling in your stomach, akin to butterflies.

For a dork, he was pretty smooth.

“Wanna go to Hangang Park?”

You sit on top of Jisung’s coat that he had brought specifically for you to sit on so your jeans wouldn’t get any grass stains on them. The both of you had found a spot that was shaded under a large tree, near a pedestrian pathway, on a slight hill to give you both the view of the Han River.

While Han makes sure there were no ant hills around, you take a moment to look through the notebook he had given you. The margins are filled with doodles and comics, but its contents are of what seem like notes from a language class.

“Okay. No bugs. No ants. We should be okay.” Jisung sits next to you and you shuffle your weight around to sit facing him.

You hand him the other notebook and a pencil. “Okay, please don’t judge me if I can’t draw very well.”

Jisung scrunches up his nose and shakes his head, “I’m sure I’ll like it either way:” He opens the notebook up and bends his knees towards his chest, using his legs as a makeshift drawing table. He holds the pencil in between his middle finger and thumb delicately, sketching very lightly on the paper. He glances back and forth between the paper and you. “How serious are we taking this? Can I just draw a stick figure?”

You shake your head no with a small giggle and give a huff shortly afterwards, feigning annoyance. “Give it your best! I know I will, I want you to look at it and be amazed at how good of an artist I am. You're going to wanna frame this.”

“Even if it wasn’t a Picasso, I’d still hang it up on the kitchen fridge.”

“Gee, thanks mom.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Jisung gives you one last smile over his notebook before he focuses on sketching.

The silence between you too is comfortable. Instead of idle chit chat, it is the sounds of pencils sketching on paper, birds chirping, the soft hum of cars on the road, people playing together by the river, the sound of a couple of bikes and the little ringing of their bells off in the distance.

It's nice.

You look up from your sketch momentarily. You took a drawing class back in high school, which lead you to taking more art classes in college, but you were never too serious about it; you just like sketching. Especially people. It was always fun to learn about a person just by studying their features so closely.

You draw out his brow bone that protrudes out from his forehead in a soft manner. His high cheekbones match in height, and his cheeks, even in concentration, rounds out to his sharp jawline. You sketched out his general features, starting with his nose and how it sloped downward at the tip. The shape of his lips: the bottom fuller than the top.

“Look up at me?”

He does as told and once you nod to signal that you had gotten what you needed, you both went back to sketching.

His eyes are wider in the inner corners and came together in a slight point upwards, his lashes are long and pointed straight down; you momentarily have a thought about how guys always had better lashes than you.

You look back up at him, staring at his lips to make sure you had gotten the overall shape right. You frown when you weren’t getting it right. You glance back and forth between the sketch and Jisung, making minute adjustments. The corners of his lips naturally has a soft curve upwards, and although his top lip is thinner than his bottom, he has a decently pronounced cupid’s bow, which probably adds to the natural way his lips look like he was pouting most of the time.

You squint at your drawing. You were so fixated on his lips. It was probably your favorite feature of his, but there was something off about it. You look back up at him, brows furrowing as you concentrate on his lips, dead set on getting it right. You sigh in frustration.

“You okay?”

The lips you had been staring at move and the deep voice behind it startle you, not expecting it at all. You were so lost in the task at hand, you forgot that he was actually there in front of you.

“Sorry, I just…” Your voice trails off. Admitting that you were staring at his lips, even if it were for the drawing, is embarrassing.

He laughs and smiles at you for just a moment before he goes back to sketching, his lips falling back to a concentrated state.

That movement was enough to give you what you needed. His bottom lip casted a shadow onto his chin, which you shade in to give that full pouty effect.

“I think I’m almost done…” Jisung’s pencil strokes grow heavy as he finishes. “M’hm, done!” He exclaims, then turns his back to you before laying down in the grass. He looks up at you, his notebook against his chest, drawing face down so you wouldn’t be able to see it.

He tries to sneak a peek from his position on the ground by your legs, but you quickly turn your drawing away from him. “Not until I’m finished.”

“You’re taking so long, you better be getting every little detail of my handsome face.”

You refuse to look him in the eye, only catching glimpses of the smug look on his face through your peripherals. You notice a scar on the outer corner of his right eye. “What happened here?” You place the pad of your finger on your own face.

“Ah,” He raises a hand in the air above his face to shield himself from the bright rays of sun. “When I was younger, I was running around in my classroom and I fell and hit my head on a desk and well…” He pauses his story momentarily to laugh at the memory, “I didn’t even notice it was bleeding until my teacher made a big deal about it. On the bright side, I got to go home early that day.”

You couldn’t help but to smile fondly at the idea of Han Jisung as a child. “Were you a good kid?”

He scoffs and turns on his side to look at you. “Definitely not. My dad called me a naughty kid. Always had to take me to the hospital because I was just so clumsy.” He points at a scar in the center of his forehead. “I got this one because I was riding my tricycle around a parking lot. I was doing laps like I was a racecar driver or something and when I crossed the imaginary finish line, I threw my hands up in the air and crashed into a garden.” He rolls his eyes, recounting that specific memory and sighed. “I was such a dumb kid.”

Silence overtakes you again as you go back to your drawing and you add the scar on his forehead.

“What about you?”

“Huh?” You don’t look away from your drawing, trying to hurry up and finish.

“Your eyebrow,” Jisung is looking up at you, his eyes examining your features as you had done to him. “It looks like you have a scar.”

“Oh,” You kept sketching. “When I was a baby and just starting to learn how to walk, I busted it when I tried to stand up right under a table.” You rub at your brow where the scar was. “Actually, my mom used to tell me all the time that I was perfectly fine. I wasn’t crying at all! Then she picked me up and started babying me and that's when I started crying.” The smallest smile plays on your lips. “She called me her little actress.”

“Have you ever tried acting?”

“No. God, no. I’m horrible at acting. I’m so easily read”.

“Okay!” You hold the notebook away from you, admiring your work. “I’m ready to share mine.”

Jisung sits up and turns to face you again. “Don’t expect too much from me, I am not an artist at all.” He turns his notebook over to show you his drawing.

You tilt your head with a smile, reaching out so you can bring the sketch closer for inspection. If he hadn’t told you he wasn’t an artist, you wouldn’t have believed him. He was definitely being modest, or maybe he just pays attention to all the small things on your face that made you you.

You weren’t immune to comparison and insecurities. Everyday was a battle. It could be as simple as the way your jeans felt on you that day, the way your hair refused to cooperate, maybe even the fact that you had to try an extra five times to get your eyeliner right. But the way Jisung had drawn you, it wasn’t about the way you looked; it was about what he had chose to emphasize: the kindness in your eyes, the concentration of your lips, the passion in your furrowed brows while you drew the portrait of him.

To see yourself through someone else’s eyes was amazing, and to see yourself through Jisung’s eyes…

Well, it was bringing a sort of warmth to your cheeks, a dizzying feeling in your head.

You exhale deeply and close your eyes, a little overwhelmed. When you open your eyes again, Jisung was looking up at you, brows together in concern. “Wait, are you okay? Is it ugly? Because I’m sorry if it is, I told you I wasn’t good at drawing! You’re not ugly, I promise. I just suc–”

“No, it’s great, Jisung. Really. Thank you.” You smile and place a hand over his, gently squeezing it to convey your gratitude.

The look of concern on his face melted away to a bright smile.

“Here.” You flip your notebook over to show him your drawing.

“Wow, Y/N. I didn’t know you could draw.”

You shrug your shoulders casually, like it was no big deal. “I took a couple of classes.”

Jisung’s smile widens as he admires your work, then suddenly, he points at a spot on the notebook. “You forgot something.”

“I did?” You lean over, looking at where his finger was. He's pointing at his cheek. You look up quickly and notice that you did miss something. You quickly dot your pencil on the sketch to correct your mistake.

“I call it my chocolate chip.” He says above you, over your head.

Slowly, you look up, nervous at your proximity.

You weren’t looking him in the eyes. You couldn’t do that for a couple of reasons: 1) complete embarrassment. You are very much up in his personal space. 2) You absolutely 100% did not want to see if he was looking at you.

So instead, you’re looking at his mole on his right cheek which was dangerously close to his lips.

His lips parted slightly and it takes everything you have to stare at the mole.

You felt so dumb. What was he talking about? Chocolate chips?

“I– I like chocolate.” You said.

Out loud.

You said that out loud.

His lips are pulled apart now as he laughs loudly, leaning so far back he eventually falls.

You take the opportunity to straighten your posture and glance over at his form: laying back down on the grass, arms crossed over his stomach clutching his sides as he laughs.

You cover your face, absolutely mortified.

After a while, Jisung catches his breath and places a hand on the crown of your head, ruffling your hair in the process.

“Y/N, it’s okay!” He's trying to comfort you, but it only makes you more embarrassed.

You drag your hands down your face and groan out loud. “No! It’s not! I’m so embarrased.” You start to gather your things, closing your notebook and placing the pencils back in your bag.

“I like chocolate?” You repeat yourself. “I like chocolate?!” At this point, you're just mocking yourself.

Jisung tries to hold back his laughter, standing up before you could. He offers you a hand to help you up and you take it. You’re about to say thank you, when instead he says, “Hey, a lot of people like chocolate.”

The smirk on his face is too too much.

“Ugh, Han Jisung, stop making fun of me!” Your face is beat red, You stomp off, trying to create space between you two so you could calm down from all the embarrassment.

Jisung follows after you, laughing.

ending author's notes: Was talking to my friend Nikki about how these two are so incredibly wholesome. Was also talking about how this fic does have a warning of eventual smut. Also mentioned that I couldn't wait to ruin that wholesome image. :)

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bluesylveon2 · 10 months

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for the 500 follower special, idia + 75?

I love how all of my gamer knowledge reappeared as I was writing this lol.

Prompt: 75. I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up (I changed it a bit)

Note: Modern au. Fainaru Fantajī XV is Final Fantasy 15 but in Japanese. I was gonna use FFXVI but idk how the story goes and I might just watch it on Youtube lol. I DO know the story for FFXV and I love it so much

Word Count: 959

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

500 Follower Event

Idia's day typically goes as follows: 1. Wake up, 2. Collect his dailies, 3. Stream in his room for hours (while snacking during it). 4. Use the bathroom. 5. Eat sweets, 6. Stream again. 7. Stream. What's sleep anyway?

Idia sighed after setting his headphones down. He just finished playing the latest Fainaru Fantajī XV game since its release. His body ached from the long sitting position, but it was all worth it for him. The story was good, and the gameplay was phenomenal! Idia needed to tell someone about it!

Usually, he would rant about it to Ortho. Still, his little brother was currently out of town because he was starring in a movie with the Vil Schoenheit. Idia was proud of his brother and wanted to keep his much-needed rest.

Idia grabbed his phone and sorted through his list of friends.

Azul? No, he would only talk about board games.

Riddle? No, they both had a mutual dislike for one another.

Cater? HECK NO! NO NORMIES! (Idia made a mental note to delete his number later. How his contact information got on his phone was a mystery.)

Lilia? Idia's eyes widen. Yes! Lilia was perfect! They both share a love of games and often play co-op together. Surely he would be awake at, Idia glanced at the time, 3 am! Idia quickly typed his number, too excited to click on Lilia's number, and brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" A clearly feminine voice replied, but Idia had already started his passionate ranting.

"Lilia! Did you get to play the newest Fainaru Fantajī XV game?"

"Who is-"

"I love the open world concept, and did you see the Regalia? That car screams luxury, and it has to be my dream car. I need to get one ASAP. That would show those lame normies I deal with, ugh."

"Lilia" laughed but continued trying to speak, "That's nice, but-"

"And the chemistry between the main characters! Luna was pretty, I guess? Lowkey women still scar me after the whole Eliza incident." Idia shivered at the memory of his "self-proclaimed" (and crazy) girlfriend (it was one-sided, and Idia didn't consider her his girlfriend anyway) in high school. Never again. "But the bond between Noctis and the other guys was top-notch! It made the gameplay even better!" Idia sighed and leaned back in his chair. "If only Noctis survived to the end, ya know? I guess the developers loved angst. The song choice at the end was the cherry on top. I actually shed a tear."

"Uhh, that's very interesting, but who is this?" "Lilia," asked, and Idia frowned. Now that he was partially done with his rant, he noticed the strange pitch in his friend's voice.

"Lilia, it's me, Idia. You know? The super cool guy who you spend playing League with. Are you sick? Your voice sounds off."

"I don't know a Lilia. My name is Yuu, and no, I am not sick. I am very healthy." Yuu's voice replied, and Idia froze. OH NO, NO, NO

"YOU'RE A GIRL?"

He could imagine the stranger frowning and thinking he was some creep. "Yes?"

"Eep!" Idia squealed and immediately pressed the big red "end call" button. He threw his phone at his bed, jumped face down on his bed, and groaned loudly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just embarrassed yourself in front of a stranger! In front of a girl!" Idia was ready to bury himself in a hole.

Idia's phone rang just as he made the decision to do it. He groaned at the annoying ringtone, picked it up, and brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

A female voice laughed. "You hung up on me, Idia."

"Ah!" Idia screamed. He looked at his phone and raised his finger to hang up the call.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Yuu exclaimed, causing Idia to freeze. He slowly brought his phone back to listen. The girl sighed after a minute passed. "Look, before you hang up again, I wanted to say that I love that game too."

Idia blinked, and his mouth opened in shock. "Y-you do?" he managed to say and wanted to facepalm.

Yuu laughed. "I'm not far into the game, though. I got distracted by fishing and playing with chocobos."

Idia felt himself relax, and he laughed with Yuu. "They are adorable. I liked racing them."

"Me too! Hey, Idia, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure…What is it?"

Yuu sighed, and Idia could hear some shuffling on her end. She was probably adjusting herself to get comfortable. "Can you tell me more about the game? I need some help getting through it and would like some advice."

Idia felt a smirk grace his face. "Of course, you would need my help. I'll help you beat all the bosses with 0 deaths. You're good to talk for tonight?"

Yuu chuckled. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned. Oh great, Idia. Give me your wisdom."

Idia ended up not sleeping that night but made a new friend instead.

Bonus:

"I heard the Child of Man made a new friend." Malleus looked up from his Gao Gao Drakon-kun to speak to his father.

Lilia paused his game and turned to Malleus. "Oh? Did she say who?"

Malleus nodded. "It's actually your friend Idia. The one you often play games with." He said and gestured to the monitor that currently had Fainaru Fantajī XV.

Lilia smiled, feeling happy for his friend. "What a coincidence. It is a small world, after all."

Malleus nodded and smiled, thinking about Yuu's happy rant that morning after staying up to talk to Idia before passing out from exhaustion. He was also delighted for her that she had met him. "Indeed it is."

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A Taste of Home, Chapter 8

Chapters 1 - 7 can be found here

Chapter Eight

By the time he had dropped Betty off, gotten back to the apartment, and into bed it had been all of 3am, so when FP knocked on his door at 7, it was indeed an early morning for Jughead.

It was a beautiful ride as they drove towards Riverdale. Pulling over after a couple hours, FP grabbed out the breakfast that he had packed for the two of them. They were both quiet as they started eating but Jug could feel FP's eyes studying him.

“You had a late night,” he finally commented. Jug smirked and dropped his gaze to the pavement, not saying anything. “Oh, come on boy!” FP laughed. “I know you and I know there is something between you and Betty.”

Jug sighed, but a smile stayed on his face. “I really like her, dad.” Then a furrow formed on his brow. “Things have been…complicated between the two of us and last night something shifted but I don’t know if that means things will be better or not.” He looked up at FP.

He smiled at his son. “Life is complicated, Jug, but if you wait to tell her what you want, she could slip through your fingers…a woman like Betty doesn’t wait around forever.” Jughead nodded in agreement. “What does complicated mean, anyways?”

“Oh, no thank you,” he shook his head, “next topic…when are you going to tell Alice about my book?” FP opened his mouth to say something but shut it quickly. “It’s complicated?” Jug asked sarcastically, his eyebrow raised.

“You know what, shut up and eat your damn food!” FP laughed.

They finished their breakfast and talked more about Jellybean and the Serpents before they said their goodbyes and headed in opposite directions.

When Jug got home it was almost noon. He had an informal meeting with the agent the publisher wanted him to work with that afternoon at 4 and as much as he wanted to go talk to Betty he knew he needed sleep if he was going to be coherent during the meeting. So instead of jumping in the shower and thinking through exactly what he wanted to say to Betty, he pulled the blinds in his room and buried himself under the blankets, letting sleep overtake his exhausted mind.

Jughead sat nervously as he waited for the agent to join the Zoom call. He wasn’t sure what he would need, so he had gathered several different sized notebooks, three pens and two pencils, a glass of water, and had even gotten a large drawing pad he found at the bottom of his chest. He had the folder with all his stories open in the background on his computer and had all of the printed copies of his random works sitting in a pile next to him.

He knew he couldn’t be any more physically ready if he tried, but he couldn’t shake the fidgety feeling he had. Closing his eyes, he let out a long-held breath between his lips before inhaling deeply through his nose; he repeated this several times until the fidgety feeling had subsided. A moment later a man who appeared to be in his mid-50s logged onto the call and introduced himself as Samm. The meeting went very well, and Jug made a mental note to thank Betty for teaching him her relaxation skill.

After cleaning up from his conference call, he had texted Betty, asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch the next day, hoping to talk about what had happened between them the previous night. But she had texted back saying that she had promised her mom to spend the day with her and that she would see him at work on Monday. He had started to let his thoughts run wild with assumptions of how Betty was feeling but he shut them down and opened his most recent project, setting his mind to a task.

He woke before his alarm on Monday, ready for the day. Not wasting any time around the house that morning, he was 15 minutes earlier to work than usual and used his nervous energy to get everything set and ready for their morning rush.

Hearing the front door unlock and the buzz of their open sign start, he took a deep breath, ready to see her. “I was surprised you weren’t already here when I got – ” he stopped short when he saw Ethel grabbing an apron.

“Morning Jug!” She smiled brightly at him.

“Ethel, what are you doing here?” He attempted to mask the disappointment in his voice.

“Betty messaged me yesterday and asked if I could cover for her this morning – she has some kind of appointment and will be in by 10.”

“Oh.” He forced a smile and asked how her weekend had gone.

The morning seemed to drag on and as 10 o’clock approached, he found himself checking the clock every few minutes. Finally, the door chimed and Betty walked through, making his heart do flips in his chest.

“Hey guys.” Betty gave an exhausted smile. “Ethel, thank you so much for the short notice cover.”

“Any time!” She handed out the drink she was working on. “I can stay till the afternoon coverage comes on, if you need.”

Jug held his breath. Talking with Betty at work was difficult enough with the come and go of the customers, but having a third person behind the counter would make things nearly impossible.

“That’s very sweet of you Ethel, but I just need to check a few things in the back and I can get you out of here in a few minutes.” Betty hurried to the office and Jug had to stop himself from following her like a lost puppy.

As Ethel was leaving a wave of midmorning customers swamped them as a nearby plant was on their morning break and left them with little time for chit chat. As the last of the rush cleared out, they both heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other, giving a small laugh looking around the now completely empty café.

“I, uhh, hope everything was okay with your appointment this morning,” he started.

“Oh, umm…” She furrowed her brow and he shook his head, not wanting to overstep.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Turning away from her, he grabbed a rag and started cleaning up the chaos from the rush, wishing he had just kept his mouth shut as a wave of regret washed over him.

Feeling a hand on his back, he stopped and looked at her, trying to keep an expressionless stare.

“I met with my therapist,” she shared. His face tightened into concern as he turned to face her head on. “I’ve…” she swallowed hard and lifted her hand, showing him the healing self-harm wounds, “I’ve been avoiding my feelings lately and I haven’t been dealing with it the best.”

Jug cupped her hand in his and brushed a finger over her palm, avoiding the cuts. “I’m so sorry you’ve been struggling.” He couldn’t help but worry that their arrangement was making things worse for her and at the very least, it wasn’t helping things. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

“Juggie – ”

The front door’s chime rang out and they sprang apart.

Betty controlled her emotions and forced her customer service smile on her face. “Afternoon, what can – ” but the words died on her lips as she turned towards the patron.

“Elizabeth.” A man with light brown hair and an expensive looking suit stood smiling at her.

“Glen?” She squinted at him, not wanting to believe that he was standing in her café on today of all days. “What are you doing here?” She didn’t bother to keep the annoyance she was feeling upon seeing him again out of her voice.

He gave Jughead a once over and what Betty perceived as a look of dismissal, but Jug didn’t move.

Glen cleared his throat, “I was hoping we could have a moment to speak in private. I remembered that there was usually a calm after the mid-morning rush.” He gave her an expectant look and added in a hushed tone, “You haven’t returned my calls.”

She suppressed the desire to chew on the inside of her cheek while she thought…

Saturday Morning

Betty felt sore as she rolled over, blinking at the harsh morning light. Looking at the clock she could see that it was almost 11 and she was surprised her mother hadn’t barged into her room hours ago to wake her. Sitting up, she almost slumped back down at her pounding head. Assessing the rest of her body, not only could she feel the pain in her back from the long bike ride yesterday, but her knees were screaming in protest at what she had done to them last night on the dock.

The dock.

She knew the look he had given her last night would be burned into her memory for the rest of her life no matter what happened between them. If things ended and she met someone new, marrying him, building a life with him, having children and grandchildren, nothing would be able to remove that look from who she was now…not 20, 30, or even 50 years with someone else could touch that memory.

And that scared the hell out of her.

Getting dressed, she thought back to the night he had first kissed her. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had feelings for him then, but she was afraid of putting her darkness on him...of letting someone get that close again. But hadn’t he proved to her that he could handle her past? That he had his own darkness that he had been working through and was better for it on this side of things?

But that didn’t change where he was from. Where home was for him. Riverdale. She wasn’t sure how her mom and Polly had found it so easy to go back there after everything…but then again, they had always been alike while Betty had been…

She shook her head, doing her best to clear her thoughts, and walked downstairs. Her mom had left her a note saying that she and Polly had left early to get in some shopping that morning and that they should be home after lunch. She sighed and grabbed some fruit before turning on her computer to look through the online catalog of business classes. Her last class had ended and while she had easily passed it, she had been bored out of her mind every minute of it. As she continued to search the catalog, the nagging voice in the back of her mind saying she was going down the wrong path, for many things in her life, was starting to grow louder.

Betty was relieved when her mother and sister got home as their chatter filled her mind, giving her a break from all the doubt and anxiety that were swirling there. And as the afternoon wore on, the tension in her body started to dissipate and she started to enjoy the conversation with them. Until her sister announced that she was leaving to go study with a group of her friends around the same time her mom had to get to the station for the evening time slot, promising that the next day she would be home all day and they could get Chinese takeout for lunch.

Her mom had encouraged her to go out or meet up with Veronica, but she had waved her off saying she wasn’t feeling well and thought she might be fighting off something…which in her defense was not a complete lie. In her room, she dragged her computer back out and started looking through the business classes again. About to bang her head on the wall, she paused and did a search on journalism. Several options popped up.

She read through the list of classes that were offered and found a couple of introductory classes that sounded rather interesting. Back in Riverdale her parents had run the local newspaper and as a little girl she had always thought she would one day write stories that her parents would publish. She had the money set aside for another class but knew that if she took on one of these, she would have to wait to take another business course – guilt overwhelmed her as she thought about it.

No, she needed to put the money towards the classes that would help her be successful in her business.

She felt the sting as tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped at them angerly. She was being foolish. She had been the one to want the café, to skip college and start a small business. When she graduated high school, she kept remembering how she had missed the diner, Pop’s, back in Riverdale. She had so many good memories, even with her dad, from the many times they had spent in a booth at Pop’s. But she knew better than to try and recreate Pop’s as it just wouldn’t be the same and would disappoint. She had worked at a chain coffee shop while she was in high school and had found making coffee came naturally to her, thus the idea for her café was born out of the need to fill something missing from her childhood that could never quite be replaced.

She enjoyed the coffee shop, she really did. But she didn’t love it. She didn’t feel fulfilled. It was just a distraction from…

“Ahh,” Betty opened her eyes, tears still streaming down her face, and looked at her hands. Slowly she opened them revealing that she had reopened one of the cuts from the day before but this time, instead of the pain recentering her, she found she felt even more off center than before. Her tears turned to sobs as she balled her hands into fists again and buried her face in her pillow.

Sunday Morning

Betty stood in her bathroom, staring at her hands, dried and crusty blood was stuck around a handful of fresh cuts on her palms. Had she anymore tears left in her, they would have been streaming down her cheeks, but she was all cried out and felt hallow.

“Betty, I was wondering if – “ She jumped at her mom’s voice and hid her hands behind her back as Alice walked into her room. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” Alice’s smile faltered as she walked towards the bathroom and noticed Betty’s unease. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Betty shook her head, “I’m just not feeling very well this morning.”

“What’s behind your back?” she asked, her voice thick with worry. Betty shook her head again. “Elizabeth, show me your hands. Now.”

Monday Morning

Betty frowned as June gave her a half smile, the quiet still surrounding them. After the very limited small talk that June had given into, they lapsed into silence, leaving Betty on edge while June seemed as comfortable as ever. In the six years that she had know the women, nothing ever seemed to catch her off guard. When she had been 15 and angry at her mom for making her see a therapist, June had welcomed her mood swings and cocky teenage attitude and within six sessions, Betty found she looked forward to her therapy appointments instead of dreading them. Two years later when June suggested that she no longer needed weekly appointments, Betty had opened her mouth to give a snarky remark about her (nonexistent at the time) self-harm, but June had challenged her to list the positives of this change instead of the negatives. She had had her last therapy appointment 4 sessions later.

That was, until Glen had appeared in her life, a walking red flag, as June liked to call him, and she spent another twelve months in therapy, her last session barely six months ago. But here she was again. Sitting across from her therapist who didn’t seem the slightest bit shocked to see her.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised to see me,” Betty said flatly.

“I could…but that would be a lie.” June’s smile grew softer. “Betty, we’ve talked about this before, many people return to therapy several times throughout their lives…there is nothing wrong with that.”

“I know…but you always hope that you are the one who won’t be a part of a statistic.” She dropped her chin dramatically into her palm.

June gave a small laugh and nodded in understanding. “I know you said you’ve relapsed with your self-harm again.” Betty held up her hands, showing her the small cuts. “Any new methods?”

“No.”

“Any new places of self-harm on your body?”

“No.”

“Suicidal thoughts or thoughts to harm others?”

“No.”

“Desires to dress in drag and do the hula?”

“N – what?” Betty shook her head and stared at her. “Did you just quote The Lion King?”

June gently pumped her fist in front of her. “Thank you for catching that reference!” She reached out her hand, looking for a high five, and Betty reluctantly obliged her with a look of complete confusion on her face. “Gotta keep you on your toes.” She gave her a ridiculous smile and Betty couldn’t help the small one that tugged at her own lips. “Ahh! There we go! Her smile does still exist.”

Betty scoffed at her, but finally relaxed into her chair, thankful that June always knew what she needed to hear to get her in the right head space for session.

“So, how about we start at the beginning…tell me about Jughead.”

Betty tried to keep her story short, but she also knew that June had made extra time for her that morning and was appreciative of it. She told her about how the friends with benefits had started and that while she did have genuine feelings for Jug, she had been nervous about how her relationship with Glen had affected her. She told her about the late nights and reading his book and helping him fix the ending. About the last few weeks and how things had been strained between them leading to her self-harm on Friday. About his celebration dinner and the bike ride and the exchange on the dock. Then how she had let herself dream about being with him…but that all things seemed to lead back to Riverdale.

“You really care about Jughead.” It wasn’t a question, but Betty nodded anyways. June nodded, pursing her lips together, thinking a moment before speaking. “I know you are very emotional right now, so I say this gently, hoping that you hear what I am saying instead of automatically throwing up a defense.”

Betty sighed and nodded. She knew if June was taking the time to warn her that whatever she was going to say was hard to hear, that it was also probably something that she desperately needed to hear right then. “Okay.”

“It doesn’t seem like any of this self-harm is actually about Jughead or your situationship at all. And in fact, I feel like there is more going on under the surface that you aren’t telling me.” Betty didn’t say anything. “In your text you said you self-harmed twice, but you only told me about the first time.”

Betty shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she told her about Saturday and what classes she had been looking at online.

“There seems to be a lot of guilt around the idea of taking a journalism class,” June pointed out.

“Well, I can’t just waste my money on stupid ideas,” she bit out.

“Why is it stupid?” she asked, gently.

“I have a business to run, coffee shop! How does a journalism class help me with that?” She tossed out her hands in frustration.

June nodded. “You’re right, a journalism class would not help you gain a better understanding of how to run your café.” Betty gave her a, I told you so, face. “But you’re only 21…you’re allowed to continue to explore who you want to be.”

“A journalist isn’t it!” she snapped.

“Because your father was a journalist?”

“Yes!” Betty looked shocked at her own answer. “No…I…” Tears gathered in her eyes. “Yes,” she said quieter as a tear rolled down her face.

June nodded, giving her space to process what she had just admitted to out loud. After a few moments she spoke again. “Correct me if I am wrong, but I vaguely remember you telling me when you very first came to see me that the adults in Riverdale used to tell you that you reminded them of your father at that age.” Betty gave a small nod. “Are you afraid that if you follow after him into journalism, that you will somehow follow after him into the darkness?”

Betty sat with eyes downcast, wringing her hands, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Yes.”

June shifted forward in her seat, drawing Betty’s gaze back to her. “Sharing common goodness does not mean we have to share common darkness.” Betty felt something lift off her chest. “You also can’t decide for others how much of your past they can handle.”

“Glen, this is not an appropriate time. I am at work.” His chest seemed to puff out in annoyance as he opened his mouth to speak, but Betty cut him off, holding up her hand. “But, if you are free tonight, I will have time after work.” She felt, more than saw, Jughead turn away from them as she spoke. “Does 5:30 sound okay?”

A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “Sounds perfect. I will meet you here.”

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masturbucky · 2 years

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| "A Perfect Match" |

Steve Kemp x fem!Reader

Summary: She had her little secret she would never share with him, unless he has his own, kind of related to hers. Part one(?)

TWs: cannibalism, mention of sex, gore and violence, masochistic behavior by Y/n, sadistic by Steve obviously, Y/n is totally a living endless steak for Steve now, from Y/n's side it's a fucking romanticized toxic behavior, both characters are SICK SICK, I DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS KIND OF SHIT IRL! It's a DARKFIC, you have been WARNED!!! English is not my native language, so there's probably a lot of mistakes. Not proofreaded, I finished this masterpiece at 3am. And yeah, writing virginity bye-bye :D

Masterlist

Steve was a dream come true, indeed. This man is around for only a week yet, yes, but hell, did you felt ever so good as with him during those seven days? Easy question, the answer is no.

He always made sure to make you feel comfortable around him. For you comfort was a rare thing — yes, I mean, you had a nice place, all the things you want, your bills were always paid, little pleasures of life was yours without much thinking about price. You made it really good, your work were more than well paid.

After all, letting all those weirdos cut your limbs off, eating your flesh straight from your legs and just selling the parts of yourself to them were something where you had no competitors in. As far as you concerned, you're the only person who can regrow any part of their body with no limits, survive whatever damage were done and get out of this the same way you were before, as if nothing happened. Great success, as they say. Business grows and booms.

But back to Steve- Steve was good. Really good. He was gentle and dreamy, yes, he was beautiful, he was all those things you've never managed to piece in one man in your life. Puzzle never was pieced, always they were or a complete assholes, or just not good for you. There always were something under the facade, always, so you were pretty cautious about men. Before Steve showed up. Maybe there were some moments that made you feel like something is off for a second, but for a second only — you felt good about him, your gut and sense both were telling you that he's good. And so you believed, you gave into this perfect, perfect dream.

But of course you cant tell him what you are and what you do for living, God, of course no. You'd just say that you're a freelance artist, that's easier. Not exactly a lie, you really do freelance and in other way, art.

You guys spend nice time together. At first it was two dates in bar, then you two somehow made it to your bed — it's quite further, but fuck it, he's too good to pretend. And since the night it's all so sweet — morning kisses slowly turn into morning sex and breakfast together, then lunch, then dinner at your place, sex, conversations about nothing and everything at the same time, then sleep cuddling to his side, and the cycle continued to the next day. It's all too good, and it's your comfort, your sweet happy hours you look forward to while some psycho drools over himself, slicing your throat and asking to let him put his fingers in the cut for double price.

You show up on your date with Steve in a new dress and a nice new coat, the ones you've been thinking about for quite some time.

"Damn, I did something really good in the past life, didn't I?" He asked with a laugh, telling you just how gorgeous you look in his own, charmingly funny manner. You laugh too, telling him that he probably were a saint, because you have even more pretty lingerie underneath.

It was an ideal week, the next one went even better — he offered to spend the weekend somewhere out the city. Where? Hmm, let it be a surprise. Oh, I love surprises.

So here you are at the cold Friday morning, wrapping the coat around your comfy, but not warm enough sweater, while he gets your things for the weekend into his car's trunk and explains how one of hell the traffics are gonna be today, but don't worry, we'll be there before midnight. Then you both sit into his car, chatting and laughing, and the trip starts.

And he was right — you do arrived to his cottage before night, and surprise, hope you don't mind that I don't have a wi-fi there, complicated shit, and of course you don't. You have a whole two days ahead with Steve in his cottage, so much away from all this noise and people, finally, so it's all just perfect.

He tells you something about his niece and how she gifted him some candle which you think smells really good, and something else while you look around and he gets a drink for himself and for you. It's so nice in here. I'd love to live somewhere like this one day.

I...

Yeah, what we were talking about?...

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You wake up with a dull headache, groaning in pain. You didn't even remember how you fell asleep — was it alcohol? But you haven't, like, drink much, in fact you had only one glass of whatever fruit-flavoured it was-

Where you are, even?

Not the most comfortable bed under your touch, but the blanket is soft, did Steve carried you to bed?

And where is he?

You open your eyes slowly, trying to focus. You also try to sit — successfully, even though your head still spins a bit. You see a silhouette in front of you; Steve, obviously, sits in the corner of the room, staring at you calmly.

Something feels off longer than for two seconds.

"How you slept?" He stands from his spot and walks closer to you casually, and your head still processes the way you woke up.

"Not really bad, just don't remember how I fell asleep and my head hurts, that's it..." You sit, moving your legs closer to your body in attempt to get some more warmth. The chain clattered.

What chain?

You removed the blanket quickly, staring at your leg. Of course, this chain, right around your ankle. You're not dumb. You see where this goes.

"I drugged you. That's how you fell asleep, sorry." Steve says it simply, as if sorry I forgot to order you ice in your coke, won't happen again, and you stare at him in slight, still sleepy, confusion.

"What's- What's this supposed to mean? What for? And why you chained me?"

Now you realized that you're not even in bed, in fact, you're on some thin mattress.

"Y/n, easy, I know it's all hard, but try to remain calm for me and listen, okay?" He says it with one of his smiles — beautiful smile, so boyish and comforting that it even works on you now. "I'm going to sell your meat. I know, I know, don't freak out — listen,"

...Wait the fuck up.

You hold your breath, but you listen.

"I will keep you alive as long as possible. Fresh meat costs more, so- You'll be kept in good condition, I'll take care of you. I will take your body parts with time passing, yes, but I'll keep you clean, feed and if you'll be a good girl, you can even last longer." Steve ends his explanation calmly and in this comforting way, in which only he can really bring comfort to you, and you cant help but let out a laugh.

And before he says more, you speak up.

"How ironic." You say, smiling too simply for someone who just heard that they are practically a living piece of meat here. "Why don't you go and bring something you can cut me with just now?"

He sighs. Oh, what a reaction. He probably thinks she's kidding.

"I don't think you really want me to start now, Y/n. You see-" He laughs, ready to brush her off with something threatening, maybe. Too bad she's deadly serious.

"Go on. Believe me, you wanna see what kind of surprise I hold, Steve." You lean closer, holding eye contact. You totally want to play, because what can you loose? He will learn soon anyway, so you might as well enjoy the show.

Steve accepts the challenge of her game judging by how he smirks, not really trying to hide excitement, and walks out of the room for a minute or two, closing the door.

While he's away, your body practically shivers with the same amount of excitement you just seen in his eyes. You've never, NEVER had a chance to enjoy this power you have. Now, when you see someone who's as much fucked up, as much of a psycho, just from the other side of the show — you know that you would, even if he'll break your ribcage and get your lungs out. You never liked the feeling when they get your insides out of you, it's so empty and suffocating in it, and so cold, but if he will do this...

The sound of door opening makes you let go of your thoughts, your dreams, and you finally see him again. You don't even try to hold back the urge to bite on your lower lip. Its not exactly what you wanted - only a meat cleaver, nice and sharp, nice and clean, but not enough for your liking. Will do for now, but maybe later...

Since when do you even think of it that way?

Steve sits down in front of you, analyzing your reaction. It must be a high risk for him - bring a fucking meat cleaver, a knife to you, he probably knows how much it can cost him if you'd try and attack him. But you wont. You just don't see the fun in that.

It wont bring you satisfaction you crave for, the one that he can give you. It's Steve, and even if for him it's nothing — which you doubt — it is so much for you. He's not like others.

"What are you waiting for, brave one?" He chuckles, what a lovely sound. "Your hand, sweetheart. Give me your hand. Not like we'll need your pretty fingers for anything else anyway."

You see what he does. He tries to scare you, make you submit, make you accept your loss. Even one of scary knives he brought for it, for the show. Good try, Steve. Really.

But you know better, and the next second your left hand are on the floor, in front of him.

He hesitates, looks in your eyes in search of something. For doubt, fear, maybe. But you stare back with a smirk, a literal "try me" sign.

It cuts sharply, like a slice of butter. Bones are nothing. Three fingers - index, middle and ring finger are now on the floor, bleeding — your hand bleeds more of course, scream catches in your throat and you let out more like a small yelp. He still stares in your eyes - and you don't dare to look away. You don't want to, god, whatever, but let me stare in those eyes forever.

He breaks eye contact first, looking down. Fingers, when they cutted out of their usual place, look really weird. The sound when it happened were, not to mention, more like when you cut a cucumber, maybe. You allow yourself to breathe again, hardly, but you look down too - out of the remaining of where were yours three fingers only a minute before started grow something; new fingers, here they go, each time regeneration works faster. Would new limbs just grow in a 15 minutes instead of hours with time if you'll keep all this up? Because it can be really, really useful.

He stares at your hand in awe, pulling the knife aside without much care.

"How?" He only mutters, bringing your hand with already halfway grown new fingers, covered in slippery, just beginned to form flesh with small forming drips of blood here and there. You chuckle, almost don't feeling any pain out of what your body does with itself now - it was painful long time ago, now it's just like dulled pressure and deep discomfort if you try to move forming flesh.

"It was that way as long as I remember myself. Evolutioned first of all you loser humans, apparently." You giggle, feeling proud of it, the first time its not making you feel like a freak.

Maybe it's because he's a freak, too. A lovely one.

You bring your eyes back to his face. He's so out of this world now, observing how the flesh and now even skin forms on your new fingers, god, you feel like you're naked in front of him. What a sick, but so pleasant feeling.

"Okay... Okay. Now I get it, Y/n. It's incredible, truly." Steve suddenly does something unexpected and not so pleasant physically, but it almost makes you cry out of feels. He brings your hand to his face, kissing still not fully formed fingers, licking the drips of blood from them.

"And ironic."

"What a perfect match we are."

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And now I'll go to sleep cuz I'm dying :D

#steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp x you #steve kemp drabble #im suck at tagging lord please forgive me #first writing #i probably need help #sebastian stan #x reader #dark fic #tw blo0d #what am i even writing #x yn #haha yes #i'll go to sleep now #thank you for your time

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blueempty · 4 months

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Oh yeah, its 4:30am alright

Listen kid, there's two ways to live ya life. You either post on your sky blog at 10pm because youre going to bed at 12am, or you post at demon hours because you decided it was your night to experience joy. I decided it was my night to draw

I've had big Fairune brain the past few days because I've been needing to finish the collection and I finally did. I found out there's a new one coming out this year and got excited until i saw it looks more like their games they made after Fairune which does not spark joy. I rememered having seen their game Kamiko on sale forever ago and liking the title screen art and then immediately nope'ing out when I saw what the game looked like. The old artist must've left or taken a dark path at some point because the Fairune 1 and 2 art is really really good, but then for Kamiko, Transiruby, and their slow life RPG thing I cant remember the name of, they switched to this generic early kickstarter era indie pixel art thing where the sprites legs are one pixel wide and they dont have enough frames of animation for how detailed they are and its just not great. Regardless, Kamiko is on sale on switch for $1.99 right now and I had 192 gold coins, so I bought it for 7 cents. I havent played much but uh, I wish that new Fairune was like the old ones lets just say that

I'm beginning to absolutely fucking love the PC88. The games EGG Console put out are all so fucked and jank but they arent unfun to play like bad NES or Genesis games. Silpheed is legitimately good, I'm talking more about Hydlide and Relics. I mention this because what made me play Fairune was that Hydlide wasnt on the switch lol. But I also just watched a video on Xanadu and like man. Like I dont think games should be that anti-player but literally zero games are released today that have that energy. Like imagine if the Marvelous guys were still making games like Chulip and Moon. Where theyre unbelievably charming and deep but they also fucking hate you and if you dont know all the enemies despawn if you kill them 3 times the game becomes incompletable. I guess Dark Souls 2 was like that

Anyways its my partners birthday tomorrow (cuz I havent slept yet tomorrow means friday) and were going to da zoo baybee, during a massive covid surge baybee, with non refundable tickets and N95s in our hands baybeeee. The event were going to starts late tho so I'll be fine on sleep. Lately I've been being a better employee and getting into work earlier, and actually doing my job for 7 hours than leaving and going to bed by 3am at the latest. Thats why most of my posts have been baffling or short, this shit sucks man. No time for Barony hat update. But I'm not working any extra days this weekend so i'm gonna eat all the hats that game has to offer soon

Peace and Long Life

#skyposting #thoughtposting

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Dating Bruce Wayne HCs 🦇

xFemale!Reader // I just really love my batbaby, I wrote this for comfort at 3am. Sorry, it’s a little long!

Penthouse / The Mansion — when Bruce starts dating you he very quickly offers you a key to his penthouse and the mansion. While he means it out of trust and care for you, he also means it as a form of safety. Knowing that you can find a refuge in one of his safe houses makes him feel a little more at ease when things get seriously dangerous in the city. Once or twice he’s even sent you specifically to the mansion since it’s farther away from the inner city and he knows you’ll be safest there. || “you’re sure about this?” You question, amazed that Gotham’s richest Just handed over the keys to his house, “I mean I’m absolutely flattered, but I not allowed to just come over anytime-“ // “yes, you are,” Bruce assures you, “Wayne manor is as good as yours,” he shrugs with a half smile, seeing your face, “you know Alfred always likes company too.”

↳ he also explains that he really wouldn’t mind if you spent most of you time at his place. “Are you asking me to move in?” You smile, heart racing afraid he’d say no. “I don’t mean to impose, but here’s plenty of room, I’d love to have you there, after all the place could use a woman’s touch,” he blinks lovingly. “And so could you, Master Wayne,” Alfred comments walking by.

Driving the Lamborghini — you were shocked when he let you drive after you commented how much you loved his car. “Really?” You smiled, eyebrows raised, “but what if something happens- I- I won’t try to cause anything, but just what if-“ Bruce just smiles, looking over to you from the passenger seat, “if anything goes wrong, I’ll buy a new one, okay? Don’t worry, just have some fun.”

When You Found Out — Gotham isn’t a hard place to find yourself endangered in. Therefore when the Dark Knight showed up in the nick of time you found it curious that of all the crime situations he’d save you. It all made sense however when he dropped the gravely voice to quietly ask you, “are you okay?” // it took you a moment, looking over what you could see of his face, meeting his eyes you knew exactly who it was “Bruce?!” You say shocked, but he just repeats the question softly, “y-yeah, I’m okay, a little shook up, but-” // “I’m taking you back to stay with Alfred for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

Falling asleep — since Bruce is usually up all night and still manages to make himself available for any Wayne company meetings, he is tired! More often than not he’ll fall asleep during the daytime hours. || frequently, you’ll be reading on the couch and he’ll come rest his head in your lap, hooking an arm under your knee and using your thighs as a pillow, before questioning what you’re reading. When you tell him he asks you to read aloud, naturally doing so, you stroke your free hand through his hair, gently fluffing it every now and then. Eventually, you hear him softly breathing, sound asleep. Typically you’ll stop reading aloud and just let him sleep in quiet.

↳ sometimes when you had plans for a day, you opt to cancel them based on how tired he is when he gets back. Finding him in his study, practically falling asleep at his desk, you let him know you’ll be staying home. Standing next to his chair, you tenderly reach your hand across his shoulders, rubbing them, when he stirs you tell him, “What? No, but you really wanted to go-“ he starts, sitting up a little more, looking up at you sweetly. “Bruce, I just want to spend time with you,” you almost laugh at how determined he is to wear himself out, “I don’t want to exhaust you, I really don’t mind staying home, as long as you’re home.” With that he pulls you into his lap; you reach your arms around his shoulders and he nuzzles against your chest, arms snug around your waist. You don’t mind one bit that he falls asleep, you just play with the tops of his hair stroking the back of his neck, hugging him a little closer, simply glad that he’s home & safe.

Hyper-protective — naturally, Bruce is extremely protective of you. Bruce has a really good understanding of independence, but he also knows the kind of guys in the elite society of Gotham (aka the people you’ll meet at parties he’s invited to). He’s always at your side, and loves to have you at his side at all times. Someone gets a little too friendly and Bruce is phenomenal at shutting them down. Typically they’ll only verbally address you, but should they ever try anything it’s a comfort knowing Bruce could, well, kick their ass if they laid so much as a finger on you.

Parties — Bruce can always tell when you’re feeling uncomfortable in the high-class society, you start leaning into him more and more, getting gradually more clingy as the night goes on. Bruce is a master as getting out of situations with easy excuses, so when he gives ones without you having to ask you fall in love just a little bit more.

Long Nights in the Batcave — after you found out, there are some nights you just can’t sleep knowing Bruce is out there getting into Heaven knows what kind of danger. Alfred often finds you sitting up in the Batcave with a hot cup of tea or sometimes coffee, so you can stay awake. Alfred’s become you buddy at staying up, most of the time, rarely he calls it a night, but when he does it’s usually because Bruce told him it was going to be an easy mission or it was just investigative. Alfred asks if you’re going to retire as well, “I know he would want me to just go to bed and not worry,” you admit, pulling your knees into yourself more, “but I just can’t help but worry about him.” Alfred watches you keeping a keen eye on the the tracking screen, “I know what you mean, I’m glad he’ll have someone much prettier to come back to now though.”

↳ when Bruce finds you sitting alone in the Batcave upon his return, he’s both relieved to see you and mildly frustrated that you didn’t get any sleep all thanks to him. “I thought you said you were going to try and get some sleep,” he calls to you, slipping off the mask as he makes his way over to you. “I was just worried,” you say in a small voice, sniffling, pressing the tea cup closer to your chest, in an attempt for some warmth in the cave. Sighing quietly, Bruce looked you over, “you should head upstairs, you’re freezing, I can tell.” Despite his efforts, you tell him you’ll wait until he’s ready too. So, Bruce wraps the heavy velvet cape around your shoulder in the meantime.

Aftercare — unlike some heroes, Bruce has the scars to prove it. He comes home bruised, bleeding, sometimes worse. You do everything you can to help with his injuries, even if that means just holding an icepack to the middle of his back. // Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bruce rests his forearms on his thighs, bending over slightly as you gently press the ice filled bag to his raspberry tinted shoulder. When he grumbles at the cold, you whisper "sorry" stroking up and down his bicep with your free hand as you pepper kisses across his back. Bruce takes your hand in his, turns to kiss your knuckles, and whispers against your skin, "thank you, somehow it feels better with you."

Aftermath — Bruce is usually a little more clingy after a serious fight with some injuries. He's thinking about what he could have lost, you, and if you'd lost him how guilty he would feel knowing he left you alone. Typically he also takes a night or two off, to recover, in which you can actually have some normalcy (save for him going down to the Batcave) in life. You stay with him in bed while he sleeps in, cuddling him until he wakes up and even then. You also help Alfred make him breakfast in bed, so he can take it easy for just a little while longer. // When it's really bad, you even take off work to stay with him. Combing his hair out of his face, you're the first thing Bruce wakes up to, "hey,. . .aren't you supposed to be downtown?" he asks, still groggy. "I took a few days off," you explain. "Did you tell him you were nursing Batman back to health?" He laughs. "No," you sigh, "I told him Bruce Wayne would buy out his business if he didn't give me two days off," you smile. "Oh, that makes things much easier then," Bruce kisses your wrist smiles up at you.

Batman voice — it has definitely happened once or twice, where Bruce will accidentally use the "Batman voice" on you, not even in arguments, but just in everyday things. Smiling widely after he address you with it, you turn with your hands on your hips, "did you just use your batman voice on me?" you nearly laugh, "what. . . no," he tries to cover up. "You totally did!" You laugh this time. "No-" but before he can finish his sentence you're already mimicking his batman voice standing in your most macho stance, walking towards him between giggles, "alright, alright," Bruce grabs you by the waist, pulling you close, "it just slipped out."

Daytime Sex — since he's preoccupied during the night (or at least most nights), Bruce usually manages to steal you away from whatever you're doing for awhile. He starts out fairly subtle, coming up behind you whilst you're working on your laptop, he moves your hair to one side and begins kissing the side of your neck softly. "Mmm, hi," you giggle, biting in your lower lip. "Hi," he noses your hair, "how busy are you?" You smile, looking over your shoulder as his hands slip down your sides, "how busy do you want me to be?" He pulls back, "with work? Not very. With me? Very." Naturally he sweeps you off your feet to the bedroom, or at least a bedroom when you're at the manor.

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norangeyyy · 3 years

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Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

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burnedhorcrux · 2 years

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could you maybe do a dating theodore nott would include?

We always need more Theo Nott fluff 💖

I haven't write anything since last year but i have to cure my anxiety with silly comfort character fluff again :')

Dating Theodore Nott would include (+ mini Theo x reader playlist)

• He’s so sweet, but so nonchalant and evil at the same time. Can kill anyone with his sarcastic comments. Cynical king, this boy clearly has a superiority complex

• Being an awkward couple but everyone is used to it. Staring silently at each other for 5 minutes straight

• [Pansy] “You’re awkward. But cute. In an awkward way.”

• You haven't really had a first date. You just studied together at the library few weeks and then started to work outside of the castle in the spring. It naturally turned into long conversations about literature, music and science. The type of conversations you don't really have when you're talking with Pansy, Draco or Blaise.

• Not into PDA, only around close Slytherins. Unromantic couple

• But if someone tries to flirt with you or more generally makes you uncomfortable, he would swing his arm around you : “Don’t you see you make her uncomfortable ?” He would eventually finish with an elegant “Fuck off” because this prat doesn't give a fuck

• He jokes, he attac, but most importantly...he protec

• He would 100% wear your scrunchies and get teased by Draco and Blaise for that

• You're welcomed in their dorm at any time. As Pansy is a prefect and doesn't share a room with you, you feel better with them than with your own roommates. They even freed up a drawer for you to store your clothes. When Draco also became a prefect, Blaise was actually very happy that you were there to keep him company with Theo

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• Playing with his wavy short hair

• Reading together in the common room at night. Spending a lot of time in the library searching for new books and borrowing six at the same time

• 3am conversation about random subjects : “y/n what’s your favorite dinosaur ?"

• He'd always run at you with the biggest smile on his face telling you about his latest discovery on a niche subject. You're just two huge nerds

• Dancing in the common room like the russian kid meme on 80′s music

• Listening to ambient music in the astronomy tower at night while looking at the horizon. It is how you escape the world. One night Dumbledore surprised you. He didn't said or do anything, not wanting to break the magic of the moment

• Him suddenly exiting the room, knocking at the door and saying “Hi, what’s up ? Didn’t forgot our date ?” taking you out on a surprise walk around the lake

• Comforting you when you fail exams. He will dress you with one of his big sweatshirts and hug you tight, whispering sweet nothings to help you forget your problems and cure your anxiety

• Makes you feel so safe and loved

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• He tries to teach you how to skate and shows you off his skills

- [McGonagall] : “Mr Nott stop skating in the corridors. 10 points from Slytherin”

• Procrastinating together...I mean REAL procrastination :

- “y/n have you done the potion essay for tomorrow ?

- Nope...you ?

- Nope...wanna walk by the lake ?

- Sure !”

[3 hours later]

- “y/n...we have potion in 7 hours...

- Oh shit...not again...”

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• During the holidays you stay at Hogwarts together, sometimes with Pansy

• Road trips in the countryside during summer

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Dating Theo Nott mini playlist :

• Beach House - Somewhere Tonight

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKpHw-T8AOk

• Thom Yorke - Suspirium

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTZl9KMjbrU

• Mazzy Star - Fade Into You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avv2IIdDnnk

• Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sElE_BfQ67s

• Applefish - Earthrise

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8GmgQ2oSVo&list=OLAK5uy_k2FOorWoA_bz_UVZSvUNtX9NZJlj1j4k0

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#theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theodore nott #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fluff #harry potter imagine #theodore nott fluff #would include #theodore nott headcanon #imagine

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charlottemount · 2 years

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PEANUT & BUTTER, PEANUT BUTTER— Hakim Ziyach

summary: which sharing about their married life and being a parent for the first time on sns

warning: english is not my first language

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

iamy/n

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iamy/n I still remember the day our twins were born, at that time Hakim had just finished the football match and after he received the news that i am going to labor he drove home right away, even he was really tired, it was 10pm until 3am when i started having those contractions. During those 5 hours he did not even sleep.. i was wonder why but a few years after the birth of Helen and Harry when i asked him why, he told me "because that was the first time of being a dad and especially you have to give birth to 2 babies at the same time, then I'm worried so i can't sleep, if i fall asleep, i won't be able to help you like bring you water or took you to the toilet when you need me" and I also asked him if he want to have another baby, he told me "about whether you want to have another baby or not, i have to ask you, because you’re the one who gives birth, who will be pregnant and raise the child during the pregnancy, and i’ve also seen all the morning sickness so i don't think i have the right to decide on this, if you're ready then i’m ready and if not, no problem." I just wanted to tell you that i love you and thank you for everything you've done for me, Helen and Harry. Let's grow old together happily! @hziyach

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hziyach Happy happy birthday to my beautiful wife!

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sasha_rebecca Happy Birthday to you @iamy/n

iamy/n Thanks girl 🤪

hakimziyach_ happy birthday

rlc happy birthday to you @iamy/n, i would like to ask your permission to let Hakim go out with us like a boy night tonight and come home a little late.

iamy/n @rlc Yea sure, @hziyach please be home before 12… and don’t drink too much, because tomorrow we have to visit mom

hziyach I love you and i promise i will be home before 12pm

iamy/n 💖💖

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📍 Essaouira

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iamy/n On this trip to Essaouira, i see that he can hug and kiss his mother all day without getting bored 😂, i find it too cute, when he’s with Helen and Harry he always builds a brave, cool father but when he is with his mother he is really a filial son who loves his mother and family.. and he always told the twins that no matter what happens, mama should always comes first

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hziyach Baby, where are you and the twins?

iamy/n in the toilet, i have to change their diaper 😊

cmpulisic @iamy/n last night he refused to take a sip of beer, i asked why he said he promised y/n that he would drink less or not at all

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hziyach Angel Baby 👼🏻💖

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benchilwell Oh no its been a long time since the last time i saw them, my little peanut and butter

h_akim_ziyach Peanut Butter is their nickname 😂

masonmount @iamy/n Peanut Butter is their nickname 😂😂😂

iamy/n yea Helen and Harry LOVE PEANUT BUTTER 🤣

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iamy/n My first date with Hakim after a year and a half of marriage and having children, a meal which reminded me of the time when we just started dating (don’t worry, peanut and butter are with Hakim mom aka Grandma)

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hziyach I'm sorry I don't have much time to take you out to dinner often, and since the baby was born, I haven't been of much help to you

iamy/n It’s okay babe, but taking the children to visit your mom in Morocco during the holidays is so much fun

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hziyach We just got back from dinner at 9 o'clock, by now Peanut and Butter should have gone to bed but look, he won't eat so now y/n has to feed Butter and put him to bed

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iamy/n Your mother said that he’s looks exactly like you

hziyach Yea he’s my twins 👯‍♀️

iamy/n hahahaha 🤣🤣

#football imagines #football fanfic #hakim ziyach x y/n #hakim ziyach x reader #hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagines #hakim ziyach imagine #hakim ziyach fanfic #chelsea

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jairights · 2 years

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❦ GAME ❦

content warning: fluff, explicit sexual contents, him calling you angel, bottom chifuyu.

english is not my first language, expect typographical and grammatical error.

minors dni.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

You woke up in the middle of the night and saw your boyfriend Chifuyu still playing games in his PC. His midterm exam just ended and you told him to rest but instead he played online games when you fell asleep.

Wiping your eyes, you slowly walk to him and sit on his lap. Your body facing him with your legs wrap around his waist and you hug his nape.

Chifuyu didn't mind you clinging to him, he's too focus on his game. "Come help me here! Here here! Look at the map!" He lightly shouted frustrated to his groupmates in the game.

You whined hugging him more. "Fuyu, you said you'll rest today, we just finished our midterms and we pulled how many all-nighters during the week reviewing for it... please rest now." You worriedly said.

His hands clicking and tapping on the computer rapidly. "Ma'am please stop being this cute... you don't want my teammates to hear your moan, aren't you?"

You faced him. "Fuyu, that's not what I mean-"

You were cutted by his lips meeting yours. "Just one more, okay?" He told you smiling handsomely. "Guys, let's finish this. My girl wants my attention so bad." He chuckled.

Hugging him again tightly, you close your eyes and fell asleep leaning your head on his neck. You woke up from the sound of the earphone when Chifuyu put it down.

He smiled at you. "Did you sleep well?" He asked while shutting down the computer.

You look at the wall clock, it's 3AM. "What was that? Did he play for three hours more?" You asked yourself cannot believe that your boyfriend tricked you again.

"You played for another three hours, right?" You asked your boyfriend eyeing at him.

Both of you are still in his gaming chair. He's resting his hands on your hips and yours is on his shoulders.

"Yeah, my legs got numb for how many times because of a cutie sleeping on my chest comfortably..." He shake his head and stood up.

Lifting you while you hang on him like a baby... well you are his baby.

Chifuyu lied you on the bed and get on top of you taking off his shirt. "Now babe, I need to play with something else."

You giggled. "Let's sleep Chifuyu, aren't you tired?" You also wanted to gave in to his desire but let's teased him for now is what you thought.

"Eh? I never said that..." He said leaning down to give your lips a soft peck. "I rested in the library while waiting for you, I have a lot of energy." He boasted and interlocked his hands on yours as he owns your mouth.

His mouth went down to suck and lick your neck. Hands slowly entering your shirt to cup your breast. "Now, now. Take everything off and ride me." He told you.

You are now naked and on top of your boyfriend, kissing him as you unbuckle his belt. Taking out his length that has been urging to be touched by you since you sit on his lap.

Pumping it up and down, you start licking him. "Ohh~ fuck~" he moans. "Put it in, stop teasing me."

You put it in inside your mouth, palming it up and down as you suck his dick. He's liking it, obviously with the lewd sound he makes. So you let his long cock hit you deeper inside your mouth. Gagging and choking on it to make your boyfriend feels good. He deserves it for studying hard for the midterms.

Chifuyu continue murmuring, telling you how good you are. Complimenting how much you look good eating his cock.

He climaxed inside your mouth and smiled at you while fixing your hair. "Ride me now, babe." Chifuyu said caressing from thigh to your ass.

You aligned yourself on top of him. Sitting on his dick, you moaned his name. "Oh gosh~ Chifuyu~"

Your loving boyfriend is a bottom. He loves it when you ride him bouncing on his cock, your cunt hugging his shaft tightly as he blushed watching you.

While you are moving your hips up and down, Chifuyu is busy having a meal with your breast. "Mhmm~" you mumbled and hug his head pushing him more to your tits.

His hands on your thighs, feeling your skin as you smack yours to his. "You are doing good." He complimented.

Well, you are a good girl for him and he's a good boy for you. Nearing your high, you move faster, skin slapping becomes more intense. "Fuck- Chifuyu, I am near." You said and bit your lip.

Chifuyu grunt. "I am too... god~ move those hips faster for me."

"Ahh~ ahh~ ngh-" you moaned and spilled your milks on Chifuyu's dick.

You didn't stop bouncing, you don't wanna halt your boyfriend's high. Instead you did it rapidly, cursing and breathing heavily.

A few pump with your cunt more, Chifuyu came and grunt loudly which you found it adorable whenever you see his expression after he came. "Fuck, Y/N... so lucky to have you."

"I am more lucky to have you." You said and pull up from his cock.

"Why don't you stop taking contraceptives and bear my child? Not a bad idea, right?" Your boyfriend asked smiling at you.

"We haven't graduated yet." You replied and lied beside him.

He pouted and hugged you. "Ma'am you still have one more ticket for the ride, would you like to use it?"

You giggled, punched his chest and said. "Stop. Why are you being so adorably horny?"

"Well, you did it first." He lift your leg to hug his waist and start fucking you side ways.

You hug his nape and both of you buried each other's face on each other's neck. His hand on your ass and hair to support himself while thrusting on an insane speed.

"Oh Chifuyu~ gosh Chifuyu~ ohh ahh~" you moaned panting and savoring his dick inside your cunt.

He faced you while he thrust, kissing you torridly with hunger and emotions of how much he missed fucking you like this. Your midterm drained the both of you, you barely had time for each other eventhough you are living on the same roof.

Both of you break the kiss to catch your breath and release yourselves. Chifuyu pulled out and he spank your ass cheek really hard. "Ass up, babe. Not yet done."

"Nah, Chifuyu let's sleep." You closed your eyes but found yourself flipped with your ass up.

"What are you doing?" Chifuyu laughed. "Your words and actions are not syncing with each other."

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. "Let's just do it."

"Well, if my girl wants it so much..." he said and entered your cunt again.

He starts moving his hips and all you do is moan with your mouth wide open. "Shit." You cursed when he found your g-spot.

"Is that it?" Chifuyu asked smiling at you. "Lemme see your face." He said and pull your hair up to face him as he thrust.

He watched your messed up face, drooling, eye rolling, keeps on screaming. Chifuyu slow down a little and watch you whimper in disappointment with your high die down.

"Fuyu~" you begged.

He pulled out to flip your body facing him. Lying you down and he gets on top of you. Entering you again with a grin, he can now clearly see every expression you'll make while he fuck your hungry kitten.

Both of your hands interlocking with his as he slam his balls on your cunt in a quickest pace possible. He watched the lewd faces you make and compliments how pretty you are.

"Ugh~ ahh~ agh~ ngh~" you are so loud as you reach your high.

"Fuck, want me to come inside you, yeah?" Your boyfriend asked, also nearing his come.

"Yes, please~" you plead.

With a loud grunt, Chifuyu released his cum inside you and milks flowed from your cunt.

Breathing heavily, he pulled out and gave you a peck. "Good night, my angel."

Still catching your breath, you slowly nod. "Sweet dreams, my captain."

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kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

part 1

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