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micksslut · 1 year

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all i want for christmas is you

charles leclerc x fem driver reader

summary: charles thinks he's good at hiding he's your secret santa.

word count: 1.9k

warnings/mood: just fluff, reader is a driver, relationship established between charles and reader, charles being the best bf. also, I'm not really sure if secret santa works like this, so I hope it's well put, but if it's wrong, correct me without problem!

if you read my previous one shot, you know that english is not my first language, so this is a google translator shit (a bit modified based on my knowledge ), but that's a real warning, so please don't hesitate to tell me if there are mistakes of any kind in the one shot 😭 (i think that's all, but tell me if I forgot something pls!)

notes: hI. this was supposed to be published before christmas, but i had no inspiration at all and only came this. I don't consider it to be my best writing, but I hope you enjoy it!

i hope you like it, please don't be a ghost reader!!!

Finally all the drivers knew who they should give a gift to for the christmas swap.

You were Sebastian's Secret Santa, and honestly you had a problem because you hadn't been with the German long enough to know what to get him, but if there was something you couldn't stand: they were the bad gifts (the ones used to be given by Formula 1 drivers).

The first thing you did was tell your boyfriend, Charles, about who you got at the Christmas swap, knowing he wouldn't say anything and hoping he would tell you too.

But that didn't happen, instead you got a very nervous Charles who refused to tell you who he should give a gift to.

But your boyfriend was terrible at lying to you and you were very smart, so when you asked Carlos if he knew anything and he refused to tell you, you got closer to the truth. But even so, you weren't completely sure, so you decided to go for your last option.

"Char, would you like to come with me to buy the gift for Secret Santa? Lando canceled and I don't want to go alone" Charles was sitting in the cream-colored chair in the hotel room they shared, so you sat on his lap and he put down his phone to pay attention to you.

"Sure amour, just let me put my coat on" he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips and stood up, leaving you carefully on the couch.

You smiled, and immediately texted your best friend Lando, confirming that your plan was off to a good start.

So there you were, in a mall, thankful that your relationship with Charles was no longer a secret and the media didn't blow up seeing you and your boyfriend holding hands.

"Why don't we also buy the gift that you will give?" you asked when they had entered an eco-friendly store in search of what he thought was only the gift for Seb.

"I still don't know what to give as a gift, amour" Charles rambled nervously "Look, a bamboo toothbrush" he smiled showing it. You narrowed your eyes.

"Why don't you want to tell me who got you at the christmas swap?" you approached him.

"It's secret mon amour" he justified himself.

"Yeah, but I told you"

Charles was going to answer, but a female voice behind you interrupted you two.

"Excuse me, do you think I could get an autograph?" the girl asked shyly and you sighed discreetly, but both smiled.

Charles knew he had just been saved, so he was the first to nod.

"Sure! Where?"

She took off her Pirelli cap and held it out along with a permanent marker towards the two of you, apparently it was already prepared, so you deduced that the fans already knew where you and Charles were.

"Thank you! Good luck on the weekend!" you and your boyfriend thanked and the girl left.

"We'd better hurry, they won't be long in coming anymore" the monegasque murmured and you nodded, giving up on your boyfriend.

In the end, you ended up buying more things for you and Charles than for Seb, but you had found the perfect present for him, so you left the mall happy.

Soon, the day of the Secret Santa arrived, and most of the drivers were opening their presents.

You were hiding watching Seb open his present, and you almost ruined everything by laughing when Seb opened the bag and saw a pair of scissors along with the note you had left.

I'm sure you have more hair than me now, so in case you don't want to go to a hairdresser, here is a simple device to cut your own hair!

Sebastian let out a loud laugh and looked at the camera.

"I don't think that's going to happen"

Then he took the paper that talked about the Maple Tree that was your true gift, one that would be planted according to the needs of Switzerland so as not to alter the ecosystem of the region.

Sebastian had guessed who the gift came from and you soon came out of hiding with a smile on your face when Seb saw you.

He came up to you to hug you and thank you.

"I know, I'm the best at giving gifts" the driver laughed "But already cut your hair, Rapunzel"

They parted from the hug laughing and he shook his head.

"You're just envious that I have better hair than you" you opened your mouth falsely offended.

"Ok, I'm going" you turned smugly and started walking.

"Sorry! You know it's true!"

You laughed softly, shaking your head and you arrived where the Formula 1 social media team was waiting for you.

You couldn't help but get excited, if Charles really was your Secret Santa, what would his gift be?

"Ok, the present looks pretty" you commented nervously, looking at the box wrapped in decorative paper. You already knew who the gift was from (or at least you suspected), but you had no idea what it could be, you hadn't seen Charles buying anything, so you really didn't know what I could have given you; although he already knew everything you liked after four long years by his side.

You brought the box to your ear and moved it slightly trying to figure out what it was, but you only heard some things moving.

You opened the box, and the first thing you could see was a photo frame decorated by hand with Formula 1 stickers, your team, the Friends series, and of course, Taylor Swift. To be honest, it looked like something a five-year-old had made, but that's how you knew it was Charles's, and you couldn't help but almost die of cuteness.

You showed it to the camera with a huge smile on your face.

"Well, clearly I will put a photo here with the person who gave it to me. I wonder who it will be" you muttered the last with a smirk.

You gave the frame to your physical therapist to hold while you took out the other presents. Because yes, they were several presents.

"Ok... These are... Oh my god, these are Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour tickets!" you let out a squeal of excitement "Guys you know how much I love Taylor, this is the best present ever" you said ecstatically, showing the tickets and making a mental note to remind them to black out everything on the tickets except for the name of the tour.

"Well, from the frame with the things I like on it, I already knew, but this confirmed it for me and... I'm pretty sure these are from Charles" you looked at the team and they nodded "Yes?" You laughed "I knew it! Lando, you owe me ten bucks" you pointed at the camera and everyone laughed.

"Okay, just one last thing apparently" Olivia, your physical therapist took the tickets and the gift box while you took a smaller box out of it.

It was small, also wrapped in decorative paper and a bow at the top, so you carefully opened it. Most likely it was earrings or a necklace, Charles knew you loved jewelry.

Carefully opening it until only the black velvet box was left, Olivia gasped in surprise as she brought her hand to her mouth to cover it when you looked at her.

You opened your eyes even more when you noticed the reaction of others and you realized why.

You opened the box with now trembling hands and your eyes almost instantly filled with tears, you brought your palm to your mouth as it opened in surprise too.

It was a ring, a beautiful gold ring.

It contained a diamond obviously, not too big, not too small, the perfect size. The ring had carved leaves around it and the shape that surrounded the diamond gave the effect of being a rose.

You looked around in search of your boyfriend, and you saw him addressing you timidly.

"Is it a...? Char, is that what I think it is?" you approached him smiling.

"That depends..." He gently took the box from your hands and making sure he was far enough away from the other people, Charles dropped to one knee on the ground and extended the box towards you, he spoke:

"I know we're still very young... I've been your friend since we went Karting together, and I've been your boyfriend for four years, but i've loved you ever since we met" By that point both of their eyes were already full of tears and you were sure that you were falling more in love with each word that he said "You know I'm not good with words, so... would you let me celebrate our wins together forever? Would you let me fall in love with you more and more each day? Would you let me accompany you the rest of our days, be the happiest man on earth and become your husband?" he asked you, running out of breath at the end.

"My God, Charles. Hell yeah! Yes, yes and yes!" You laughed excitedly and shed some tears of happiness as he stood up and you rushed to hug him, listening to the applause of the others.

He grabbed your waist to hug you even tighter and spin you in the air while you two laughed.

When you touched the ground again, he hastily removed the ring from its box and placed it on your ring finger, and then leave a kiss on your knuckles.

You looked at the beautiful jewel and then back at him, certain that his eyes were even more beautiful than the gift he had just given you. Sure that what you had just given you was the best gift of all, and that even without it, Charles was everything you wanted for Christmas.

You kissed him tenderly, loving every second of that moment. When you separated, you put your foreheads together and you whispered:

"All I want for Christmas is you" both smiled remembering the song and kissed again until you were interrupted.

"That's not fair, you give me scissors to cut my hair and you get an engagement ring?" Sebastian spoke from behind, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, falsely disappointed, you laughed with the others and saw him approach "Not true, congratulations guys" he hugged you and then Charles "I look forward to my invitation to your wedding!" he exclaimed when he had gotten far enough away from the two of you, making you both laugh again.

"You will have it!"

"Ok, but who will you choose as the groomsman?" Lando suddenly appeared behind you, scaring you two slightly.

You were going to speak but Carlos speaking behind Charles interrupted you.

"Of course me, right Charles?" The man from Madrid rested his arm on your fiancé's shoulder and looked at him.

"When did they appear?" you asked puzzled.

"Groomsman Powers" Lando mumbled and you and Charles laughed.

You pulled your fiancé back to you and kissed him again, knowing that the two drivers would drive off in disgust.

They laughed in the middle of the kiss when they heard the "Ewww" from Lando.

"I love you Charles. Thank you for this" you murmured as they broke away from the kiss and he smoothed one of the unruly strands of your hair.

"I love you too, thanks to you ma belle" he hugged you and this time you finally heard the camera flashes, but far from bothering you, it made you smile.

At least you already had photo options to place in the photo frame Charles had given you.

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syoddeye · 4 months

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the introductions

ceo!price x reader / ~2.9k words

Next installment in the 141 Group miniverse. Some more familiar faces in this one.

CW: power imbalance, alcohol (mentioned), bad apologies

You wondered if you did or said something wrong. After allowing John to politely bully you into drinks, whatever mild flirtation that sprung up over cocktails seemed to fizzle by the following day. In the two weeks since, you overturned and analyzed every detail you could remember.

Mr. Price, or John, as he insisted then, stubbornly kept the conversation one-sided. It was difficult to pinpoint where things went wrong. You did not think you were a scandalous person, far from it. You supplied answers to your CEO's questions. You divulged the 'correct' amount of information: where you grew up, your parents and family, your education, and your middling career before The 141 Group. Curiously, you don't recall him asking about your personal life.

However, somewhere between describing university life and first jobs, his hand found your knee. The memory's sharp. The candlelight reflected in his eye as his features took on a roguish quality, his confident smile unwavering, even when you stuttered mid-sentence. It simply sat there, palm calloused more than an executive's hand ought to be, a gold ring cool against warming skin, but he escalated no further.

Not for the first time, you wondered if it had been a test, one you failed.

You'd thought to tell Kyle, but as nothing happened and Mr. Price moved on, you decided against it. No need to rock the boat. And Jordan wouldn't hear a whisper of it, either. Her strength was not secret-keeping. So, you moped privately and threw yourself into work as usual. Mid-quarter reviews approached swiftly, with no time for fantasies.

Then, one Friday afternoon, you find someone sitting at your desk after picking up Kyle's lunch from the lobby. No, on your desk. Flipping through last month's Vogue with an amused look is one of Mr. Price's bodyguards. A set of dark eyes flick up when you continue past nonchalantly to drop the bag of Mediterranean on the corner of Kyle's desk. Your mind races as to what's happening, but you remain composed and address the visitor.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to pick you up for Mr. Price's 2:00 PM."

"Pardon me?"

"He messaged you."

Brows furrowing, you stoop down to pick up your phone. A notification on the lock screen alerts you to one new DM, sent while you were downstairs.

johnprice - invisible > Borrowing you for an appointment. Bring your things, we won't be returning to the office.

You bristle. It's irritating on multiple fronts. Two weeks of nothing, now Mr. Price comes out of nowhere to claim the rest of the day? Friday afternoons are for teeing up Monday, setting the foundation for the week ahead. Kyle needs you.

"Miss? If you would," The guard gestures to your personal effects.

With a huff, you power down your laptop and quickly tidy. You button your long coat with one hand and scrawl out a note to Kyle with the other.

"That won't be necessary," The guard informs you. "Mr. Garrick is apprised."

Oh goody, you crumple the note, He's going to blow up my texts about this.

You follow the guard to the elevators, ignoring the several heads that turn when you pass. You give Jordan seven minutes before she also floods your inbox.

The ride down is awkward. On multiple floors, the doors open only for the soul on the other side to clock the guard and insist on taking the next car.

"Where are my manners," You murmur after the third stop, look to your intimidating companion, and hold out a hand. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Farah," She answers and clasps your hand in a shake.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

Eventually, the elevator reaches the garage. The doors open and reveal a familiar car, and the taller guard stands at the ready. He smiles boyishly beneath a mustache as you approach.

"Miss."

"Hi…?"

"Alex, ma'am."

Alex opens the car door, and the low intonations of Mr. Price trickle out. He does not look up from a padfolio on his lap, turning a page with one hand and holding his phone with the other.

You climb in, give Alex a tight smile when he shuts the door, and watch him confer with Farah. She motions with her chin to a sleek, black motorcycle parked in a nearby spot. Alex rubs the back of his neck, Farah pats his shoulder, and you look away as the man turns back to the car. He takes the passenger seat.

The moment the door closes, John presses a button. A glass privacy screen rolls up, gradually darkening until it's opaque, and separates the front and the back of the car.

You act unbothered. Act.

The car departs the office's garage and joins afternoon traffic. John's volume level rises a fraction. He settles back against his seat, eyes cast out the window. Still not on you.

"If there's anythin' else, I want to know. As thorough as you can be in the next 48 hours."

You scroll socials on your phone, strain to listen, but you cannot hear whoever's on the other end of the call.

"Right, no, she's with me now."

Do not look over.

Mr. Price shifts in his seat. "Black skirt, off white blouse, green coat."

Wait. Is he–?

In your periphery, Mr. Price leans over the empty seat, and you flinch when a hand appears beside your head. It stops short, and you turn to meet eyes. His hand gestures to your hair, and you guess after a second he wants you to hold it back from your ear.

"Gold."

He is.

As if discussing the weather, Price is describing the details of your outfit to some unknown person. Evidently finished, he leans back.

The low simmer rises to a boil.

"Anythin' that happens in the next twenty, text it. I've got to run. Mhm. Tomorrow." Finally, the call ends.

Rationally, Mr. Price is not someone you should not get snippy with, so you try to sound more curious than angry. "Sir, may I ask what I'm doing here?"

He withdraws a pen from a pocket, and scratches something out on the top page. "Extra set of hands," The phrase seems to trigger another thought, and he looks at your hands clutching your phone. He indicates with the pen to extend one.

You do, despite your annoyance.

"When did you get those done last?"

You glance at the simple sage-colored manicure. It's accumulated only one chip. "Two weeks ago?"

"Hmm." He hums. "Try not to draw attention to your hands, and see to those this weekend."

Maybe the chip on the nail is noticeable, but Mr. Price is about to notice the chip on your shoulder. "Mr. Price. Please," You grit your teeth. "What am I doing here?"

"I require an assistant today, and Kyle graciously loaned you to me."

'Loaned', you do not like the sound of that. "Respectfully, that is how I ended up in this car, sir. If I'm to help you, I need to know what you need from me and how it's connected to my…appearance."

"Notes," He says too quickly. "Your notes from the proposal meeting were impressive. The conversation I'm about to have will require my full participation, so you are here, in this car, to accompany me and record what I might miss."

You fume silently. He could have said that from the start. Suddenly, it feels silly to be upset over two weeks of silence. Mr. Price is clearly a man whose attentions only come when he needs a person for something, like a tool. Why you fooled yourself into thinking otherwise, you don't know.

The car eventually stops in front of a building of Portland stone and judging by the foot traffic, it's drinks all over again: more rubbing elbows with people whose net worth could eat yours several times over while you're woefully underdressed.

The restaurant is one that's on every 'best in the city' list, with multiple stars and dollar signs. Tufted, emerald green banquettes, polished oak throughout, filtered natural light through ivory lace curtains. Even past the lunch hour, it's busy. The hostess, scarcely younger than you, greets Alex and then beckons down a side hall.

Dutifully, you follow behind Mr. Price, clutching your off-brand bag to your chest. Hiding it, like you could pass as a regular patron.

A small private room, furnished and staged with a table for two, awaits.

"Bring another chair and a side table for the lady," Price instructs, pointing toward the room's corner. When the hostess sends for the furnishings, you pluck up the courage to ask.

“You want me to sit behind you, sir?”

“Can’t have you distracting me.”

It shuts you up quick. The chair and table arrive and are arranged carefully under Mr. Price's watchful eye. You sit when he glances pointedly at the Picardy. You withdraw your laptop, with which he takes issue next. You are made to exchange it for your legal pad. Something about the restaurant being too nice a place for the clicking of a keyboard. With nothing in your lap to balance the writing surface, you cross your legs at the knee and scrawl out the date, time, and location.

John orders for you - Earl Grey and a small sampling of accompanying bites. He orders for himself and his ‘guest’, who’s yet to arrive.

You sneak a few morsels, nerves oddly creeping up on you. Between the utter lack of information and Mr. Price's exacting behavior, you humor if he’s meeting a member of the royal family or a celebrity. Busying yourself with a flowery doodle in the margins, you attempt to relax.

A booming voice tinged with an American accent from out in the hall lifts your head. Price’s too. You watch the CEO check his watch, adjust a cuff link, and stand as a handsome blond man appears in the doorway.

You hastily pop to your feet.

“Alex, good t’see you again,” the stranger drawls. Southern definitely, Texan maybe? The gentleman shakes the bodyguard’s hand, head turning slowly into the room. He spots Price first, you second.

His eyes are like John’s - blue, a flintier shade. Self-possessed with a horizontal scar over a cheekbone and a toothy grin. Confident. So much for having a singular type.

“John, how the hell are ya?” The man’s gaze shifts to Mr. Price. He extends a hand, flashing another thick silver watch band.

“Graves. Trust your travels were smooth?”

“As butter. Kind of you to ask. Say, who’s this little lady you’re hiding back here?”

Mr. Price does not turn to introduce you; he merely retracts his hand from the shake. “Assistant.”

It smarts, but Graves steps closer and reaches out. Instantly, you’re soothed. You take his hand and give your name in a tone so shy you hardly recognize your own voice.

The American repeats it, tongue running over his teeth like he’s savoring the last bite of dessert. “Pleasure to meet you, darlin'. My name is Phillip Graves.”

Oh! You know this name from the big meeting notes. He’s the—

“President of Shadow Company, at your service.”

“If you’re done chattin' up my assistant, I’m hoping we can discuss the details of the contract.”

Phillip releases your hand with a wink and joins Price at the table. The men sit, and so do you.

You are not sure when the business portion of the meeting begins, but being you, you start taking notes anyway.

Phillip Graves. Confirmed Texan. Employs lots of sport metaphors. Sprinkles the word fuck into conversation when he gets excited. Obviously an appreciator of nice suits, like Price, but clearly of an American cut. His is a dark blue, most likely to bring out his eyes, which are on you.

Hmm. Phillip keeps looking at you. Whenever John speaks, his eyes stray. You pretend not to notice, save for one or two times you catch him, and he flashes that smirk again.

He is a handsome distraction. Not enough to completely knock you off course, luckily. Not when the CEO expects another set of immaculate notes. You sip your tea to break the spell and refocus.

By the time the meeting winds down, you’re out of tea, and a stack of notes sits on your lap. Your hand cramps a little. However, you have a handle on things now - how important Project Intercontinental is to the 141 Group.

When the men stand to shake hands once more, you do, too.

Phillip nods at you, eyes dropping subtly down you while Mr Price briefly looks at his phone. “Looking forward to working together, John. Glad we’ll be seein’ more of each other, workin’ close.”

You suspect you should not heat at that, so you act like your discount purse is very interesting.

“Likewise, Graves.”

When Phillip leaves, Mr Price doesn’t move, not until Farah ducks her head in and nods.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he rumbles, voice harsh through gritted teeth as he gathers paperwork Graves left for him.

He must be referring to making you sit behind him again. It was rather awkward. “It’s fine, sir. I heard everything well enough.”

“That's not what I mean. Wait a tick, need to make a call."

Things packed away, you examine the fineries of the space. It'll probably be the last time you're in a private room of a multiple-star restaurant for the foreseeable future. You half-listen to Price's phone call.

"That so?" He asks, pausing. "I see. Well, your idea worked. Man's got a weakness…Yes, behind me. Saw his eyes keep moving over my left shoulder."

You freeze, fingers pinching the pearly lace of a window dressing.

"Mhm. Add it to the file. I want multiple methods of putting him on the back foot and keeping him there if need be," Mr. Price sounds closer, and sure enough, he stops at the edge of your vision. He rocks on his heels once, staring through the window.

Openly, you gawk at him. The nerve. Man in charge or not, the audacity is astounding.

If he notices the building anger beside him, he does not say a word. In fact, his hand lifts and toys with the delicate trim as well.

It's childish, but you move away and retrieve your coat. You know how to get back to the office. He can't get upset with you if you intend to return to work. However, before you finish closing the fasteners of the coat, Mr. Price ends the call.

"I've got to run. Let's discuss this later."

You turn to grab your bag, only to see a large hand draped over it on the chair. "Don't recognize this brand."

He's not even looking at you. He examines the bag's strap, where it's worn thin from years of riding on your shoulder. The strap you snatch up and haul into place.

"Yes, well, forgot my Moynat at home," You snipe, forcing a thin smile.

Mr. Price simply stares at you, mouth a line framed by his beard. Then his nose twitches, mustache following. "You're upset."

Biting the flesh of your cheek, you shake your head. "No, sir."

His head tilts in a half-nod, a brow lifting, and he steps closer. "Mhm. A good assistant you may be, a poor liar, you are not."

The proximity does something. Without the dark of the copy room after hours or a drink in hand, you're vulnerable. But not cowed. "You used me. As bait."

"Not bait," He corrects in a lowered tone. "I admit, your presence and placement was predetermined but not malicious. Needed to see something."

You frown. "If I was Phillip's type?"

His eyes narrow slightly. "If he's easily distracted."

It's a shock to hear this man, a man who's been featured in various business publications a dozen times over, admit to such a scheme. Even if he doesn't come right out and say it. You lick your bottom lip and huff.

"Right. I'll have the notes typed up and delivered to your desk as soon as possible." Turning away to escape, you adjust your bag, and a hand takes your elbow.

"Let me make it up to you," He squeezes gently and steps closer again. "Kyle is not expecting you back, and the working day is almost done."

Your head turns and tilts up; he's right over your shoulder. He's got to know what he's doing, looking at you like this, gaze somehow soft yet stern. It's another invitation that leans more toward command, more instruction than a suggestion. The worst part is that you really would not mind a repeat of two weeks ago. You found the attention of a powerful man more intoxicating than any cocktail.

The hand on your elbow releases. He knows he's got you, smug man.

"Fine," You acquiesce, then push it a little. "It'll take more than a drink, though."

His eyes crinkle as he grins. "I've something better in mind."

After thanking the hostess, he leads the way back to the car. Once inside, he takes another couple of calls, and that damn hand finds your knee again. You should pull away or push it off, but you don't, not when his middle and ring fingers rub small circles on the inside of the joint.

You retreat to the relative neutrality of your mobile's screen.

When the car stops a short time later, you nearly drop the device in your lap. Outside, the Moynat brick and mortar sits, waiting.

His hand squeezes. "Will this do?"

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mixes-archive · 2 years

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König SFW Alphabet

Hello and welcome to the archive! It seems that a lot of guests have appeared since yesterdays advertisment, welcome! We do hope you enjoy your stay and make sure to read the rules :)

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A = Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

König is so affectionate, more so in private than in public. He loves calling you the most embarrassing german nicknames like Honigbiene or Mausi. Will mostly stick to Schatz when around others though. He also is very physical with his affection, leaning against you even if he knows you can't support his weight or carrying you around in various positions (man's is strong so he will carry you no matter what)

B = Best friend

(What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Becoming his friend might just be the most difficult thing you'll ever do. You'd have to be a bit careful around him outside of the battlefield, as to not scare him. But if you get him authentic Austrian alcohol or Mozartkugeln, he will be loyal to you forever.

As a friend, he'd constantly talk about his (and your) interests. König will also ask about your country a lot if you feel comfortable enough to answer his questions. He'll also actively seek your presence out just to be around you.

C = Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

König is, once you get to know him, an oversized and touch starved teddy bear. He LOVES cuddles. Whatever position and wherever, as long as it's not infront of others. He will look for any excuse to wrap his arms around you though, yes, that includes "correcting your form" when you handle a gun he's even slightly proficient in.

Once home, or at base, you almost can't get him off of you.

D = Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can't see him settling down, but if it was your wish, he absolutely would follow you anywhere to settle down, even if it was a country which language he didn't speak. But he'd probably ask to save up for a nice house where he doesn't bang his head on the door frames first.

He knows how to make a few Käsespätzle and that's it. If you know how to make Austrian cuisine like 'Oma', König will love you forever and beg you to teach him. He'll try to help you cook however he can, but DO NOT. let him near the stove.

He will gladly do the dishes and clean your home as a thanks though.

E = Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't think he'd tell you, maybe write a letter and leave it for you to find once you get home.

That being said, you'd ever have to have fucked up massively for him to break up with you, or he's forced to for your safety. If the latter is the case, he will be back for you as soon as it's save to do so.

F = Fiance(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It'll take a while for him to realize your relationship is permanent, maybe a year or so, but it goes fairly quick after that. He's lowkey really scared of either you or him dying, so he kinda tries to rush a wedding.

G = Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle giant baby boy <3

He'll be really gentle with you, since he knows how big n' strong he is, König will hold his strength back a lot. Although, if you're both on the battlefield, he will be much less inclined to care about that sort of stuff, just grabbing your hand and running or forcing your head down to avoid bullets.

He always thoroughly thinks about what to say before he says it, so if there's even the slightest chance something he says could hurt you, he won't unless absolutely necessary.

H = Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Much like cuddles, König absolutely loves hugs!! He's more inclined to stick to them on the battlefield since there isn't much time for affection there. His hugs are so warm and soft though, your face either stuck in his man-boobs or in the crook of his neck.

I = I love you

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

When either he or you confesses to the other. After that, he'll say it all the time. Alternatively, if you've been friends for a long time and your relationship just progressed in a romantic way, he'll have said it wayyy before he had those kinds of feelings for you.

J = Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Probably not that jealous, unless someone is explicitly flirting with and not leaving you alone. In that case, König will magically find more courage than any person should have and scare them away at all cost if they don't leave you alone.

After, he'll give you a lil kissy and say something like "Niemand sollte dich stören wenn du das nicht willst, Schatz."

K = Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A TON of forehead, nose and hair kisses. If his mask is on, he's more likely to kiss your hands, shoulders or neck. If you're really lucky, he'll even lift his mask up a teeny tiny bit and kiss you properly.

König is no more than putty in your hands if you kiss the corner of his mouth.

L = Love language

(How do they show their affection?)

GIFT GIVING, PARALLEL PLAY AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION. He loves collecting little trinkets for you!! Going from small flowers to an absolutely gorgeous necklace (he'll keep the secret of how much it cost to his grave). And honestly, König gets so giddy when he's in a 10 meter radius of you. If you leave the room to go sit somewhere else, he'll follow you around too. If he was drawing you, König will look at you like this >:(, but immediately melt if you just keep working and acknowledging his presence occasionally.

Also, just loves holding you however you prefer, he likes it warm >:)

M = Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Trying to escape his iron grip to get ready. (spoiler: he will not let go ever)

You can however, convince him to let you go if you say you'll make breakfast. He'll consider letting you get up then.

N = Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddling and maybe having him talk to you in german. He'll try to teach you if you can't speak it too. If you respond, König will actually be so happy and fall asleep with a smile on his face :)

O = Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Honestly, once you get past his shyness, he's so talkative with you. If you ask, he'll tell you anything about his past and his childhood growing up in different parts of Austria.

P = Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

We all know how irritable he gets on the battlefield, but no matter what you do, that anger will never, ever be directed at you. You could literally murder his entire family and he'd be "Schatz, why did you do that? :( That wasn't nice :(( Please can we talk about this? :["

But seriously, if you do find some way to make him angry, he'll write you a letter and leave you alone for some time until he's cooled down.

Q = Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Every. Single. Detail. If you told him about that one embarrassing thing you did in fifth grade, he won't only remember what you did, he'll also remember how you said it, the look of absolute horror in your eyes when you realized just how cringe it was and the way your arms moved was just so fascinating to him.

König will also write a lot of what you say down in is diary, occasionally reading old entries about you when he's separated from you for a long time.

R = Remember

(What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

(Trying) To make Schnitzel and Petersilkartoffeln on your off-day at base. König doesn't even think he'll forget the wretched smell the first burnt Schnitzel produced, but the payoff of the smile on your face and the final meal is unforgettable to him.

If he has the chance, he'll absolutely tell everyone about the story, his shyness leaving him for even just a minute or so.

S = Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

With his life. And his body too. König has been a meat-shield to you one too many times for your taste.

But in turn, you have to keep a little bit of a look out for him at social situations.

T = Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Maybe not effort, but a lot of thought. When it comes to tasks and dates at least.

König starts working on gifts month in advance, putting his blood, sweat and tears into it to get it just right for you.

U = Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

If he can't remember how to say something in English or misuse a phrase, he'll stop talking for a little while, sulking about 'not being able to communicate properly'. He also has the tendency to back out of social situations last minute.

V = Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Only about his skin. Man's uses more skincare items than one of those clean girl grwm on TikTok. After he meets you, he'll possibly also care a little more about his hair, but that's it.

W = Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He relies on you a lot. Both in senses of communicating with others, as well as emotionally and physically. If you're gone for a while, he'll start hugging pillows and writing romantic letters he never sends. He's much more shy when you aren't around.

X = Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

Loves to draw you and flowers specifically. Also keeps trying to dry them in his sketchbook, but forgets they're in there and opens it before they've dried.

Y = Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Probably someone who makes fun of him for being shy, or bosses him around all the time.

Z = Zzz

(What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hugging you and pressing your face into his tiddies<3

König loves gathering a lot of blankets and just stewing them atop both of you!!

A/N: he is so bbg and I love him please keep the requests coming

#call of duty #cod x reader #könig x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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OMG SEVEN DAYS YESSSS!!!! I NEED MOREEEE😭

A/N: Let's see if drabbles for this series will also get reported and labeled sigh

"But- this will take away from out seven days-" You say, as he pulls out the chair for you to sit on, the restaurant calm as everyone chats with the people at their own tables- though you do notice a couple of eyes landing on Jungkook.

You can't blame them- after all, he is somewhat of a public figure, something you have almost forgotten these past few days.

"It won't." He chuckles, before he sits down across from you, a gentle smile on his lips as he leans his arms on the table. "If anything, it is a necessary part of it." He shrugs.

"I'm not into public-stuff." You tell him with a serious gaze, and he laughs softly, hand resting with an open palm on the table, silently asking to hold yours- something you comply with, letting him run his fingers over the back of your hand in his.

"We won't be doing anything sexual here." He says quietly, so no one hears what he says. "I already know that's not something you like, and I respect that fully." He reassures you, and you nod, looking at your hands.

"Then-.. why are we here?" You ask, and he just leans his head to the side a little, watching you with a kind expression.

"Because this week isn't just to keep you in my bed." He chuckles. "Or on my couch, rather." He corrects, making you roll your eyes, slowly relaxing in the setting of the expensive restaurant. "It's to get to know each other. I've never had the chance to really.. spend any intimate time with you, after all."

"But we've been pretty 'intimate' these past two days-" You shake your head, confused.

"Yes and no." He laughs softly to himself. "Intimacy has been kind of.. washed down to being nothing but sex. But it's more than that." He explains calmly. "Intimacy is.. closeness. It's togetherness." Jungkook continues, and you listen with interest. "When I say I want to have an.. intimate time with you, it doesn't mean that I just want sex." He goes on, making eye contact with a waiter to silently call them closer. "It means that I want to be together with you. I want to be close to you." Jungkook explains, smiling. "It means I want to simply connect with you."

"But still-"You worry, when he bluntly reaches out to kiss your hand instead.

"Take it.. just like a scene." He says, his eyes now a lot sharper, less soft, as he watches you. "And you know the rules when we're in one, don't you?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyes widen a bit-

"Yes, I do." You answer more clearly, and the corners of his lips raise in an almost proud smirk, before he licks his lips.

"Good." He responds. "Now how about some whine?"

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n

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arvensimp · 1 year

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your father should know, pt. 3

Arven leaves you with something more than either of you bargained for when he goes off to Kalos for an internship, and through a series of miscommunications and heartbreak, he returns a few years later to learn that he actually has a child.

arven x fem!reader, nsfw content (in pt. 1), pregnancy (pts. 1, 2, & 2.5), angst, and stupid miscommunications

[part 1][part 2][part 2.5]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY I'M BACK. pls be aware that this got WAY too long so it's gonna have to be another part or two before we actually get to the happy ending that i promised. yes this will still have a happy ending. i won't hurt arven or the baby like this lolol. the skeleton for the rest of the fic is already written, i just need to flesh it out, given it some muscle, organs, and maybe cute accessories.

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PART. please thank my mega awesome beta Katie for her help with this too. she's my rock.

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The ceiling rattles.

"So. How'd you get here today?"

"I, uh... I took my cyclizar?"

Rika nods and takes note of the answer. The not-so-distant sound of muffled battling can be heard through the thick walls of the League building.

"What brings you to the Pokemon League today?" Rika goes on as if nothing is happening.

"Badda!" The little one sitting on her lap shouts. Rika pats his head without looking away from the student in front of her. "Shh. Let her answer my questions first."

Basil babbles a bit in response, some of his words making sense.

"To...become a champion?" The student replies.

"Good, good..." Rika continues on with the rest of the interview, asking different questions and going back and forth with the kid in front of her.

"Okay," She says later, now addressing Basil. "Now you can ask her a question."

"What?" The student asks.

"Not you." Rika corrects tersely. "Go on, Munchkin. Ask the champ-in-the-making whatever you want."

"Um... " Basil seems to think for a moment, but then he gets shy and hides his face against Rika's torso.

The student blanches. "I... I-I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong?"

"Pssh, nah. He just gets timid sometimes is all. But let's see..." Rika leans into Basil and speaks soft and sweet to him. "Whaddya think, Munchkin?" She gives his tummy a bit of a tickle, making him laugh and open up a bit. "Does this kid pass our test?" Rika keeps tickling him as he shrieks with laughter.

"Uh....Is...is that a yes?" The student eventually asks.

Rika pauses, then stands with all the pomp and importance of one in her station, propping the baby up in her arms.

"Yeah, I'd say so." She announces casually, in stark contrast to the serious air she feigned just a moment ago. "Congrats, Kid. You've passed your first test." She holds out a hand to shake and makes sure that Basil also gets to shake too.

Never too soon to start teaching the ins and outs of professionalism or whatever.

"Before you move on to the next step, you'll just need to wait a few minutes for his mama to finish her battle with one of your peers. Once she has him back, I can start your battle test. Sound good?"

The student nods, and sure enough within a few minutes, you arrive through the elevator and greet the room cheerily.

"We've got quite a few challengers today, it seems!" You announce as you take Basil from Rika. The boy had been making grabby hands for you the moment the elevator doors had opened, speaking in broken little syllables of his desire to be in your arms again.

You boop his little nose and smoosh your mouth to his pudgy cheeks in a kiss. "I wasn't gone that long, Sweet Boy!" You tell him. "Were you good for Auntie Rika?"

You look to the woman in question for her assessment.

"He did great. He's getting a real knack for these interviews, I tell you what. Asks some pretty insightful questions, right, Kid?" She says jokingly, turning to the student.

"What?" The kid looks between the three of you. "Oh! Um. ...What? Is this another test?"

Rika laughs. "Everything here is a test."

The student blanches a bit. "Oh... Then. Um. What was the question again?"

Rika ruffles the kid's hair. "Yeah, that's about par for the course. Don't worry about it. You're doing fine." She turns to face you. "For real though, Basil was great. He ate all his snacks and took a great long nap earlier and slept through all the noise of the battling. Super well behaved.” You smile at the comments, your heart swelling with pride as Rika goes on. “So you're headed out then?"

You nod, adjusting Basil on your hip as he starts to fiddle with a button on his overalls.

"Yup. Today's the day!"

Rika whistles. "Well good luck. Lemme know if you end up needing anything, yeah?"

You nod. "Thanks, will do. It should be fine though. Basil, say 'bye-bye!'"

"Bye-aye!" He mimics, waving at Rika.

"Say 'Good luck, Challenger!'"

"Goobuh, tsaduh!"

You laugh and ruffle his hair while the student gives him a determined thumbs up.

"Good job." You murmur into his sweet little head.

You grab the rest of yours and Basil's things and leave the Pokemon League building. You thought it'd do your team some good to get some energy out before their big event today, so you convinced Rika to let you take on some of the Champion Testing battles.

Within an hour or so, you're in the meadows out by Medali with a picnic set up.

Basil is seated in a bouncing little chair that meets the height of the picnic table, and you're finishing up the preparation of food for him and the pokemon.

You kneel down to help him handle his sippy cup.

"Are you excited, my littlest?" You ask him, as he babbles happily. "I'm excited, too."

It had taken you a decent amount of time to build up your courage to quite this stage.

Sure, all your Pokemon met Basil back when he was just a little potato of a thing, barely had his eyes open and could really only eat, sleep, cry, and sometimes pull your hair. But you knew back then that having your Pokemon out and about in the house, within the grasp of a little person who could easily get hurt or unintentionally piss them off was a recipe for trouble.

So your Pokemon were temporarily kept separate from your son for everyone's sake. Of course you still saw them and cared for them and battled with them, but never when Basil was around.

Now he's...he's more like a real person. Now he can run around and play. He's still learning words, but he has thoughts and can speak for himself and understand many things about the world around him. Sometimes so much so that it surprises you!

So. You can trust him enough and teach him how to behave around Pokemon.

You know your team as well as, if not better than, you know your son. You know they won't hurt him.

Still... Tinkaton's hammer is so heavy...and Skeledirge's flames burn so hot... And Raidon...

But no!

You can't keep your loves apart like this any longer!

It feels like it's been ages.

You look back to Basil and swipe your thumb across his cheek where some juice left him sticky.

"Oh, you sweet creature. Are you ready to meet Mama's friends?"

"Mama!" He chatots back to you.

"Okay, Basil." You lay out all six PokeBalls before him. "Take your pick for who you wanna meet first, okay?"

Your boy regards the PokeBalls with shining, eager eyes. He's seen these before. Chubby fingers grasp at a red and white ball. Your oldest.

"Oooh, that's a good one, my love." You say, rolling the ball gently along the table's surface with a single finger, though never removing it from Basil's grip.

"My very, very best friend is inside here." You lean in close and whisper dramatically, making Basil giggle. "But you won't tell the others, yea? He and I have been together for longer than anyone else. He's super excited to meet you. Wanna say hello?"

Basil nods.

"Can you hand me the PokeBall?"

He picks it up, having to hold it with both hands as he maneuvers the thing to your outstretched palm.

"Very good, Basil! Alright. Let's meet Skeledirge!"

You toss the ball into the air, with only a little more than your usual flare that you have when you battle, and the big, beautiful crocodile materializes with a thud on the ground in front of the table. It rears back on its hind legs and gives a mighty roar.

Basil, for his part, stands as best he's able in his chair, with you holding a supporting hand behind his back, to watch the spectacle, clapping his hands at the pokemon before him.

"Keledur!" He shrieks, delighted, before moving to climb down and onto the ground.

You lift him up easily enough and prop him against your hip, but Basil wants no part of being held when something so cool is nearby. "Whoa whoa whoa, wiggle wurmple." You tell him. "We gotta learn how to say hello to Skeledirge, yeah?"

"Hello, Skel'dur!" Basil mimics automatically, still squirming.

Skeledirge has the patience and wherewithal to stay planted while you wrangle the little one to stand in your lap as you sit cross legged in front of the Pokemon.

"Okay, Basil. Now, you need to be gentle with Pokemon. They're our friends, so we always need to be nice. Can you say 'nice'?" You take both of his hands in yours.

"Mm..." He corrects the sound. "Nnnnice!"

"Very nice! Good job! So when we pet Pokemon, we have to be very nice." You help him lean in toward Skeledirge, placing his hand on the Pokemon's nose, just to the side of the tiny firebird, which graciously hops out of the way. "See? Nice. Gentle..." You help him repeat the petting motion.

Basil squeals delightedly, petting Skeledirge's snout as he stomps his feet between your legs.

The Pokemon grumbles softly and shuts his eyes, relaxing into the ground a bit.

"Aw, Skel'dur go slee'?" Basil asks you, as he keeps petting the massive creature. "'Ats okay, Skel'dur. You go slee'. Shh... Shh..."

"Good job, Basil..." You tell him, whispering into the soft bits of fluffy hair behind his ears. "You're being so nice to Skeledirge! While he naps, do you wanna try and meet someone else?"

Basil turns to face you and nods excitedly, gripping the hem of his shirt in his little hands.

You stand and lead him back to the table where the other balls are.

Once again, Basil selects a red and white PokeBall. Briefly you wonder why he doesn't care for any of your specialty balls, but you decide not to question it.

He holds the thing tight in both hands.

"Okay, Bas', that's another really good one! I mean, they're all stellar, obviously, but this one is fun. This Pokemon and I also go way back. All the way back to..." Your heart clenches a bit, but you push past it quickly. "The very start of my journey! A very special person gave me this Pokemon."

Is it bad that you haven't brought up Arven to Basil yet? He isn't that old yet... Not even two yet. He hasn't asked about a papa or a daddy... So? You just kinda let it ride.

"How about you throw the PokeBall this time, huh? Give it a shot. Just throw the ball, hard as you can." You mime the motion to him.

Basil nods solemnly, looking to the ball, then he takes a deep breath and chucks it with a shout!

Or.

Well, he...

He kinda tries to chuck it.

In reality, the ball falls to the ground beneath his feet. It doesn't really matter though because the reddish glow of the releasing pokemon is still able to distance itself from the pair of you as Raidon materializes upright and gives a full body shake, making a chirring sound.

Basil stands in awe of the dragon that towers over the pair of you.

"Big!" He shouts, and you laugh.

"Yup! It's a big pokemon! This is Raidon!" You pat the creature lovingly along its shoulder, encouraging it to return to all fours. It eyes Basil up and down curiously, tilting its head from side to side. The sight of your baby helps bring it back down to earth a bit, and once it's on all fours again, you kneel to Basil's level.

"Now Raidon is really cool because--"

Basil shrieks, and your heart jolts momentarily before you realize it's a cry of laughter as the pokemon presses its snout up against his chest, chittering happily at him.

Your gaze softens, watching Basil pet along the dragon's snout, just as he had with Skeledirge.

"Good job... We always wanna be nice to pokemon, yeah?" You eventually say, petting along Raidon's shoulder and back.

Basil nods but doesn't take his wide, shining eyes from the creature in front of him.

"So... One of the neat things about this Pokemon is that..."

Just like both of his parents, Basil falls in love with Pokemon quickly and whole-heartedly. He's just as eager to meet everyone else on the team as they are to meet him!

Basil makes sure to play nicely and pay keen attention, or as good attention as his developing brain can make out. When someone shuts their eyes, they've "gone to sleep," so they're done playing. If someone is bouncing around, they can still play! He especially likes trying to kick around the little ball you brought along with them.

The Pokemon are also all very gentle with him. Not that you doubted any of them, really. Well, maybe Tinkaton, a little bit... But even then! They seem to understand their strength and how to tone it down for play with a teensy human.

When the sun starts to set later that evening, and Basil's eyes start to droop as his hands lose their grip on the last few bites of his cut up sandwich, you decide it might just be time to head in.

You recall all the pokemon to their balls, pack up the picnic, tuck your boy into his stroller and get started on the trek back to your apartment.

You're not alone.

You repeat the phrase like a mantra.

You're not alone.

You know that.

Not in, like, a spiritual sense or whatever, or even in the literal sense. You're fully aware that you have your little boy with you nearly at all times.

But you're not alone in raising him.

There's Nemona and Rika who are consistently proving themselves and trying to outdo one another as Best Tía of All Time.

There's Clavell who is always happy to take Basil for an afternoon when you're busy on research business for the academy.

Even Larry has taken your boy once or twice. You recall once how he gave a small sort of half smile when he took the stroller from your hands and waved you off.

"It's fine." He'd said, "He makes good company at meals."

"He can barely talk?"

"Exactly."

So.

Yeah.

You're not alone in parenthood.

Except when you are.

And...you currently are.

It's late at night. Well past Basil's usual bedtime. Past any time you'd feel comfortable asking a friend for an extra set of hands.

You can't blame Basil. Not really.

This isn't his fault. He's a good, sweet boy. He isn't even two yet, and he's already so smart.

Sometimes you even forget how little he is because he's so smart and perceptive.

That's your fault.

So... Maybe you jumped the gun a bit.

Maybe it was too soon for Basil to have a pokemon of his own.

Maybe you didn't realize how tricky it was raising a pokemon in tandem with a toddler.

How was Basil to know that dog pokemon can't eat raisins?

How were you to know he'd figured out how to open up the pantry?

You'd only been in the other room for a few minutes, changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth when Basil had slowly pushed open your bedroom door, shuffling from foot to foot.

"Mama... Buddy frowed up..."

So...here you are, after a tearful admission on your son’s part, rushing your sweet baby's maschiff to the closest Pokemon Center.

Basil is inconsolable in your lap as the taxi flies. Your attempts to calm him fall on entirely deaf ears, partly due to the fact that he's crying so loudly that even the Taxi Driver can barely hear anything. You’ll have to tip him really well.

Basil is a good, sweet boy. He really is, but the situation isn’t aided in the slightest when he flails about in his tantrum, bashing your nose with one of his tiny fists more than hard enough to draw blood. Beyond the pain and having to hold back your own tears for your boy’s sake, you also have to calm the rage, the fear, the panic building in your heart that makes you want to scream. You also have to stanch the blood haphazardly, pressing your tender face to your shoulder, while Basil bawls out his apologies to you.

Maybe if someone else were around, someone could have been watching Basil while you changed.

Maybe if someone else was around, they could have stayed home with him while you rushed off to the Pokemon Center.

Maybe if someone else was around, they could have talked you out of letting your baby boy have a pokemon of his own.

Maybe if someone else was around, you could allow yourself to panic a bit, too.

As it stands, you need to be the sole pillar of support here. No one is here to give you a hanky to wipe at your nose or dab at the unshed tears in your eyes. No one can rub your back soothingly and let you know it’s okay, help you calm your racing heart. No one is there to help quell the nauseous churning in your stomach.

It hits you then that you’d been so busy today that you hadn’t eaten dinner. Again. An empty belly certainly didn’t help the situation.

You try to take a breath. At least, a breath through your mouth.

Buddy the Maschiff (newly hatched as of a few weeks ago from an egg that had been sitting in your box for so long you'd had no idea what was even inside) will be fine, you tell yourself. They'll get him to keep throwing up or whatever needs to happen to get the rest of the raisins out of his system.

Basil will be fine. Maybe a little scared, but fine.

You will be fine. You'll keep the food up higher. No, the raisins were plenty high. Basil pushed a chair. You'll lock the pantry. No, that's crazy, you don't want to restrict food like that. You'll... You'll...

You'll calm down after maybe a few hours of sleep and a snack, maybe. Then you'll be able to think straight again. Maybe.

It's hard doing this alone.

"Okay, I think I'm set to go then!"

"Aw, babe, that's great! You sure you don't want me coming along?"

Arven sighs, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm fine, really. I'm just packing up the rest of my stuff from my old storage unit in Mesagoza and coming right back here."

"Coming back to me, you mean?" His companion brazenly flirts. Arven lets it slide. He opens the door of the company car and steps out to the rush of the Lumiose City airport.

"I'll see you when I get back."

"Text me, babe!" She pushes, smiling wide, but Arven is already walking away.

He doesn't... He doesn't mean to be distant to the clingy woman. He's just...a little nervous for this trip is all. Paldea was the only home he ever knew before now, and he finally got the courage to leave for this Kalosian job. He was ready to grow from beneath the shadows of his world renowned parents and League Champion friends. He was ready to find something for himself and come into his own! And he’s done that! He’s still doing that! But it came at the cost of seemingly all of his friends back in Paldea. After your argument and subsequent blocking, everyone else dropped off like venonats not terribly long afterward. It really stung, and it still stings. Arven isn’t entirely sure what to expect when he returns to his home region. Has anyone been following his success? Will anyone even be happy to see him? Should he really just lay low, pack up his stuff, and spirit himself away like he was never even there? Somehow a Galarian goodbye feels worse than not even trying to rekindle a connection with some of his old pals.

Then again, none of this is an excuse to be rude to the woman who gave him a ride. She's been nothing but nice to him the last few years, serving as his PR rep at Bon Applintit. Maybe he should be nicer? Maybe he should finally cave and take her out on that date she's been seemingly begging for... He assumes she probably has some hand in the neat little reputation he's built online for himself as this chef-influencer guy.

Not that he really thinks it totally suits him entirely, but folks seem to really like his content, especially when he pairs human and pokemon food together, showing off how amazing Mabosstiff is.

That's really what it is at the end of the day, he figures. Mabosstiff is the real star of the show.

Not that he's bad, or something! He’s put a lot of effort the last few years into unlearning some of his old, unhelpful thought patterns. It's just... People love dogs, and Mabosstiff is the best!

So he's really lucky. He's hit a pocket of internet fame, and the company is keeping him on longer than his current contract. Kalos has been kind to him so far... It seems like a good place to plant roots, so... He may as well pack up the last bits of his life from Paldea and haul it off now.

The flight to Mesagoza barely takes any time. Boarding and disembarking truthfully take longer than total time in the air, but that's fine.

Arven steps into the streets and...

He's pleasantly surprised by how nice it feels to hear his own language again.

Kalosian isn't bad. He's gotten much better at it, really, even if he wasn't great with foreign languages back in his classes with Salvatore...

Maybe he should thank him? Or apologize? No, thanking him would probably be better.

Plus, if he stops by the school, he could see Clavell and Saguaro.

He wouldn't have to walk by his old apartment next to his storage unit yet.

The last place he hung out with you.

He won't have to think about how you weirdly got angry and shut him out after he had to cancel a few video calls.

He won't have to think about how empty his old place is. How he misses all his peers in his age group. How everyone else ended up dropping off within the year after you blocked him.

He won't have to think about his parents' old belongings that he needs to either pack up and move or toss.

...Yeah, stopping by the academy to see some of his old teachers might be nice.

Plus, Mabosstiff might like to check out the old stomping grounds again.

Arven makes the turn toward the massive set of looming stairs and releases his pokemon from his ball. The dog, for his part, takes a moment to slowly swivel his head from side to side, as if not quite believing his surroundings. He looks up at his person and tilts his head, one of his ears flopping inside out.

Arven laughs and pats his head, fixing the ear in the process. "Yeah, Bud." He says with a smile. "We're ho--...back for a bit. Wanna go stop by school? I bet Saguaro will have some treats for you."

Mabosstiff boofs loudly and gives a bounce--or, as much of a bounce as a dog of his size can really give--before bounding up the stairs. The sight makes Arven laugh even louder, taking after his pokemon, but Mabosstiff is much faster. He gets to the mezzanine landing in no time flat before pausing, his nose held high in the air. Mabosstiff clearly sniffs for several seconds before catching the smell of something and taking off like a bolthund, not bothering to wait for Arven to meet him.

"Hey! Buddy!" The man shouts after his pokemon, picking up the pace, but Mabosstiff pays him no heed and is out of sight within seconds.

The rational part of Arven's mind knows that Mesagoza's Academy is a safe place for pokemon, and that Mabosstiff knows how to handle himself, but at the same time, he can't help but worry just the tiniest bit as he rushes onward and upward along the stairway to try and catch up.

The tiny seed of worry sprouts and grows when he hears Mabosstiff's growling bark and a tiny shriek of a cry not long after.

"Mabosstiff!" He shouts, finally scaling the last of the stairs, doing his best to stave off the feeling of being winded. He isn't the teenager who used to traverse the region anymore, after all. His eyes dart along the courtyard, looking for a massive black cloud along the grass.

"Mabosstiff!" He shouts again, before another screech draws his attention to one of the benches where his dog seems to be perched on top of something.

"Mabosstiff, stop that now!" He calls over, running toward the scene. As he approaches, Arven makes out a speck of yellow and brown yampering and trying to climb up Mabosstiff's back, nipping at his ear.

Upon closer inspection, it's a little maschiff, but Mabosstiff is hardly paying it any mind, his attention entirely focused on using some kid in a stroller as a lollipop. Said kid is the one yelling up a storm.

"Bud!" Arven scolds him, grabbing Mabosstiff by the scruff of his neck. "Down! Now!"

With a pathetic sound, Mabosstiff backs off, as do the sounds of the little one in the stroller, whose squeals die into giggles and fits of laughter.

Arven breathes a sigh of relief that the kid wasn't frightened of his massive dog and that the shrieks he was hearing were probably just laughing. He returns his dog to its pokeball as the maschiff whines.

By now, Arven’s got enough wit about him to look to the kid's parent.

"Hey, uh, I'm so sorry about that. I really don't know what got into my Mabo--" Arven's words die on his tongue when he sees that the kid's accompanying adult was none other than Director Clavell, giving him a look as if he's seen a ghost.

"Oh! Director! Hi!" Arven greets him, embarrassed. "Sorry, I... I actually was stopping by to catch up and say hello to you. I'm back in town for just a few days and I wanted to, uh...catch...up... but, uh... Wow," He says with an awkward smile, gesturing to the stroller without actually looking at it. "Y'know, it's funny, I spent so much time with you as a kid, while Mom and Dad were in lab, and now–"

"Yes, well, Master Arven..." Clavell interrupts him, blithely moving to the child in the stroller who is briefly blocked from view as the director fiddles a bit, no doubt wiping away Mabosstiff's drool and adjusting their hair, something Arven remembers him doing countless times to him as a little boy.

A moment later, Clavell stands back up, an icy indifference covering his face, a perfect match to the chill that settles in Arven's veins as he actually looks at the kid in the stroller. "I'd say you bear a striking resemblance to your father now. We must be going. Good day."

Clavell turns the stroller around, and Arven watches as his old teacher walks off with a toddler that looks like a carbon copy of...himself, complete with a tiny maschiff following along at their heels.

His head swims. What? Who's that kid? How did Clavell get him? Why does he look just like Arven? And what was with that comment about him looking like his dad now?

Arven numbly lifts a hand to his chin. Sure, he'd let his facial hair grow out a bit, but... What? Clavell knows how Arven feels about his dad. That...that had to be a dig at him, right? Did...did the facial hair look dumb? It couldn't look that dumb? No, what was this about? And who is this kid?

By the time Arven has recovered enough to move his stupid legs into the building that Clavell and the boy had disappeared into, bolting to the director's office, the door is locked, and he's informed that Clavell has already left.

Fuck... He... He needs an answer here. Something is very wrong.

Did his mom or dad have some other kid he didn't know about or something? And then he had, like, a sibling or half-sibling somewhere who was unloading their spawn on the director?

No, that’s outrageous.

Maybe the kid just...just happens to look just like Arven?

This is stupid to just guess about. He just needs to be able to talk to someone.

Arven hurriedly makes his way to the Home Ec room and knocks at the door where the familiar face of Mr. Saguaro greets him with a friendly smile.

"Arven! Hello, my boy! Do come in, come in! Would you like something to eat? I just made pokemon treats, and I’m sure your Mabosstiff would love one!" His voice booms as Arven is ushered inside and enveloped in a tight hug.

The sensation nearly knocks the wind out of him, not just because of Saguaro's strength and size but because...well, he truthfully wasn't expecting such a warm welcome after getting the cold shoulder from Clavell. Or, he had been hoping for a warm welcome from his father figure only to be met with what he can only describe as paternal disdain.

Arven hugs Saguaro back. "Hello, Sir..." He says softly, forcing back the lump in his throat. "I, uh... I was just in the area..."

"Oh?" Saguaro asks, disengaging and pulling up a pair of seats for them to chat at a table. "Well, I'd love an opportunity to catch up with one of my most successful students. Please, sit and tell me what brings you by."

It's tempting. It's... It's really, really tempting to sit and chat about Kalos and Bon Applintit and all the good things lately, but Arven can't get the thought of that kid out of his mind.

"Sir..." He starts. "I saw Director Clavell on my way in..."

"Yes?" Saguaro asks, prompting him to continue.

"It, uh, it looked like he was... Maybe babysitting?"

Saguaro's eyes go distant for a second and he sighs. "Ah, so you saw..."

"Yeah." Arven interrupts before his former teacher has a chance to continue. "Who was that? The kid, I mean? And, well, why was the director taking care of--"

"Arven..." Saguaro sighs and stands back up, placing a hand on his shoulder. It's a comforting gesture, warm and heavy, but when Arven meets his gaze, hoping to find some type of answer to his confusion, he's met with sadness and what almost feels like disappointment radiating from the larger man. "Arven, I don't think I should be the one to tell you anything about that little one..." He says, his tone matching that same disappointment in his eyes. "That's a conversation you'll need to have with the child's mother."

"His mother...?" Arven asks, flabbergasted, his mind racing about who that could possibly be.

Saguaro nods. "You might find her at the Pokemon League this time of day, if you're lucky. I assume you don't have her number anymore?"

"Anymore? Wait, Sir, I'm not following here... I seriously have no idea what's g--"

Then it hits him.

You.

He slept with you.

It was...well, almost three-ish years ago? So...the timing would work out for a toddler. Not that he really knows what kids look like at different ages, but...

A toddler.

His toddler.

His toddler?

Arven doesn't realize his knees buckled. All he knows is that he's sitting in a chair, presumably placed beneath him by Saguaro just in time, a mug of water in his hands, while his teacher rubs gently at his back.

"Arven? Son, are you okay?"

"Don't say 'son'..." Arven mumbles out, his hands shaking as he grips the cup with near-white knuckles. He feels bile churning in his stomach. "I... I gotta go to the League... She hasn't spoken to me since...since..." He's trying to do the math in his head, but there's a block there, and between the rush of nausea and extreme anxiety, he can't focus.

"I gotta go. Sorry. I mean, thanks." He says, standing unsteadily before rushing from the room, Saguaro's protests falling on deaf ears.

Luckily, the Pokemon League isn't terribly far from Mesagoza, and Arven can make the trip on foot fairly easily in under an hour.

The whole trip there, he's panicking internally.

Did you really have his kid? That's...that's not what he actually saw was it? Then...then who was that little boy? Whose was he?

Beyond that, why hadn't you told him? Was this why you got all bitchy and dropped off the face of the earth? Well, maybe it wasn't bitchy...maybe it was hormones? But still! You never told him! Sure, he had to cancel your video calls several times, but... But you still could have found a way to tell him! You didn't need to block him! Was this why everyone else shut him out, too?

Actually... It all kinda lined up now. You blocked him, then...some number of months later, everyone else stopped talking to him, too. Even Penny stopped sending him the occasional meme.

What the fuck. Everyone thinks he's a deadbeat dad.

He is a deadbeat dad.

Or...is he? Can he be a deadbeat dad if he didn't know? ...Maybe that makes it worse? Fuck.

Maybe you didn't want him around for any of this, and that's why you didn't tell him... You knew he'd be a shitty dad or something. After all, what kind of dad could Arven be when his own dad didn't even want him?

No.

No, that's not right.

That's no way to think about any of this.

Something...

Something else has to be at play here.

Arven has talked himself down from the precipice by the time he's made it to the top of the hill on which the League building sits.

He's just about to open the door to enter when a smartly dressed person with long, teal hair exits, arms crossed and a stern look on their face.

"Hello. How can I help you today?" They ask formally.

"Hi, yeah. My name's Arven Sada-Turo. I'm looking for, uh..." He falters for a moment before giving your full name and title. It felt strange saying the whole thing out loud again, like lead on his tongue.

The person hums at him critically, then gestures with their chin back toward the building.

"Let's talk, Arven Sada-Turo."

He breathes a sigh of relief, following them through the doors.

"Oh, thank you so much. You know, I spent the last few years in Kalos, and I just came back today, so--"

"You've been in Kalos?" The person--Rika, according to the nameplate and pronouns on her desk--says. "Kalos is pretty nice. You must've been having a great time over there." She goes on, taking a seat and folding her hands in front of her.

"I, uh..." Arven eyes her, unsure. "I was... Um, I just came back to, um... Actually, is she gonna be here soon?" He asks, confused.

"Please." Rika gestures to the chair across from her desk. "Have a seat. We can have a chat while we wait for my dear friend, yeah?" She asks, her eyes narrowing like a Luxray.

"Um... Sure..." Arven says, sitting down uneasily. "So, she'll be down? I, uh, haha... I never bothered completing the League challenge while I was in school, so..." He looks around the lobby. "I dunno where she might...um...be..ya know, in the building..."

"Yeah, don't worry about it," Rika speaks over him glibly, leaning back, crossing her ankles up on her desk. "I just wanna talk for a second. So you just decided to come back to Paldea to see my dear, sweet friend? Just a little pleasure call, or...?"

Arven splutters. "Excuse me?"

"I'm just trying to get your angle here, Sada-Turo. I don't see why you're bothering to come back after all these years. She's built a good life for herself, y'know? Super successful Champion, one of the best field researchers for our scientists. One hell of a mom. She doesn't need you or whatever pathetic excuse of an offer you might be trying to attempt here."

"Wh...What?!" Arven stammers, his heart pounding painfully in his chest when your status as a parent was confirmed. "I didn't even come back to see her! I came back to get the rest of my stuff and move permanently back to Kalos! It was only--"

"Then why are you here? Why don't you go?" Rika asks, her eyes going dark. "We don't need you. She doesn’t need you."

Arven's heart sinks. Rika was re-affirming all his worst thoughts, and as much as he feels urged to believe them, he fights it. This isn't a conversation he needs to have with some random woman at the Pokemon League. Who was she anyway? Your girlfriend? No, she called you a dear friend, but still…

Ugh, Rika’s relationship to you doesn't matter! He needs to talk to you.

"Is she coming down or not? Is she even in the building?"

"Not anymore." Rika smirks, checking her phone.

Arven audibly sighs and stands to leave. "You're wasting my time. I need to talk to her about...whatever this is that’s going on." He says, gesturing vaguely as he leaves the building.

"Oh, now you wanna talk to her? Why? Wanna try and convince yourself you're better than your own daddy because of your follower count or some tauros-shit?" Rika calls after him. "See if she gives you the time of day, Sada-Turo! Just see!"

Her words sting. Really badly, actually, but Arven tries to just let them slide off his back best he can. That woman doesn't know him. She isn't the priority right now.

You are.

He just needs to figure out some way to find and talk to you…

His phone buzzes obnoxiously in his pocket. He spares a glance at it as he hails a taxi on the off-chance that maybe you'd reach out, then turns the screen off. He doesn't have time for his PR rep right now.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arvensimp kidfic #arven x female reader #arven x pregnant!reader #pregnancy//#i think those were all the tags people wanted me to put this under so it could be black listed. please let me know if anyone needs others!

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phoenixblaze1412 · 7 months

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Request from @lovindamsel : Heyy!! I adore your writing style sm and I just wanted to ask for some “tutor” Zandik from when Dottore and Reader were still in the academia so ofc Dottore has to help his gf lmao (don’t feel pressured ofc!! It’s just a headcannon scenario of mine!! Have a wonderful day!!<33)

Of course^^

This is my first NSFW🔞 so be warned. MDNI

"Hands-on approach. "

"So, tell me again how an Amurta student like you failed your biology subject?" Zandik asked as he looked at your papers that were marked as failed.

"It's just hard to memorize things, Zandik. The human body has a lot of parts and some of them are even hard to pronounce. Besides, I was also helping you research on the ruin guard we found yesterday so I wasn't really able to review for the exams." you replied, your voice was slightly muffled due to you covering your face with your hands.

"So it was my fault?"

"I would say yes but I love you too much so I'd rather say it was my lack of memorization skills. Luckily, I was given a chance to retake it tomorrow."

Zandik could only sigh before looking around his room and went to search for something. You watched as he skimmed through the books on his shelves before pulling out a very thick book about human anatomy and walking back to where you sat.

"Tell me what the test was about."

"It was about the muscular system.. the skeletal system was easy since I somewhat used your body to identify where each bone is located at."

"Hm? So that's why you kept prodding me. And here I thought you were just trying to get my attention, love."

Zandik sat down on the edge of his bed before looking up at you with a smile, patting his lap for you to come and sit. You felt your cheeks heat up as you followed and sat on his lap, the book he grabbed earlier was placed upon your thighs.

"Zandik, what are you doing?" you asked as Zandik flipped through the pages of the book before he finally stopped at a page that contained the human muscular system.

"You mentioned that memorizing the skeletal system was easy to remember due to you poking and prodding every area of my body. Therefore, I'm going to help you memorize the muscular system with a more hands-on approach."

Zandik handed you the book as your eyes skimmed through each label of each muscle in the human body. You could feel your stomach drop from how many parts the muscular system has.

'Is it even possible to memorize this?' you thought when you suddenly felt Zandik's arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his figure.

"I'll be touching some areas on your body.. meanwhile you'll have to identify which part of the muscles it is. Do good and I'll reward you with every correct answer, my love."

Zandik let out a hum before pressing a kiss to your nape. He leaned over your shoulder before pointing at the picture shown on the book. His warm breath fanning against your ear, making you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"You have an hour to familiarize the names and remember where they are located. After that, I'll test you and see if you memorize it."

"Tell me what this part here is."

You let out a gasp when Zandik gently bit down on the area between your neck and shoulder with a hum, his sharp teeth digging into your skin. His grip on your waist tightened so that you won't be able to squirm away from his hold.

"T-the trapezius.."

"Correct."

Zandik carefully unbuttoned your uniform, one of his hands immediately roaming up to your chest. You felt him cup your breast before squeezing and playing with the soft flesh. His other hand slipping into your underwear before slowly rubbing your clit in circles, making you elicit a moan.

"What about here, dearest?"

He squeezed your breast again, trying to get you to focus on the task.

"Latissimus dorsi."

"Wrong."

Zandik immediately stopped touching your clit before glancing at you and watching you whine from the loss of contact. He held you by your hips when you tried to rub yourself against his fingers, a small chuckle coming out of his throat when he heard you whining for him.

"No, no. You won't get any reward if you answer wrong. Now, try again, darling."

You arched your back when you felt Zandik pinch and pull at your nipple, rubbing the sensitive bud between his fingers. You wanted to complain to him at how unfair he was being but you also remembered he was helping you study. But you couldn't think straight when his fingers are roaming and touching you in different areas that Zandik knew can push you to the edge.

"The.. ah.. pectoralis major?.."

You cried out when you felt two of Zandik's fingers push itselves inside your cunt, you can feel his nails scraping against your walls.

"Z-zandik.."

"We're not yet done, darling. Now what is this called?"

Zandik's other hand trailed down to your stomach, caressing the area. You couldn't even listen to what he was saying, not when he was fingering you so good that it's making your mind hazy.

"Focus on my voice, dearest. I'll make you cum if you can answer what this part is."

You tried to hold back another moan as you tried to remember what was the name of the muscle on the stomach area. Zandik felt your slick running down his fingers and onto his pants uniform, a smirk appearing on his face when he knew you were close to the edge. Your breath hitched when you felt the burning pit in your stomach about to burst.

"I-it's the external oblique!"

"Wrong."

You felt Zandik's fingers stopped moving as you whined when you couldn't reach your climax. Zandik chuckled as he watched you try to ride his fingers but he held you in place.

"Answer the last one and you can cum. If you got it wrong again, I'll leave you here being a whining mess."

Zandik gripped on your thigh before pulling you close to him, your back hitting against his chest as he spread your legs apart when you tried to rub your thighs together to reach your disappearing climax.

"How pathetic.. your attempts are futile, my love. Unless you can tell me the right answer, then I'll give you that orgasm you wanted. All you have to do is tell me what muscle is here."

You leaned your head back on Zandik's shoulder, trying to focus on the area he was caressing on your stomach. You have to answer or else he's going to leave you all needy like this. You already know the answer, it's at the tip of your tongue.

"Rectus abdominis..."

"Good girl."

Zandik began to thrust his fingers inside you again, adding a third digit in as he quickened his pace. Your moans can be heard throughout the room, Zandik could only grin as he watched you move your hips closer to his fingers.

"Zandik please.."

You could only whine as a knot began to from in the pit of your stomach. Zandik's fingers were scissoring and curling inside your cunt, making your walls clamp down on his digits. To add even more fuel to the burning fire, Zandik pressed his thumb down on your clit and rubbed the sensitive bud. You felt your legs tremble as you cried out your release, your juices soaking Zandik's fingers all the way to his pants.

"You did so well, love."

You felt your body being laid down on your lover's bed, your mind was still hazy from your release. Zandik laid down next to you and held your figure close, wiping away the drool dripping down your chin using his thumb.

"You think you can now pass that exam tomorrow?"

You could only nod in reply, too busy clinging to your partner's clothes and relishing in his comfort. Zandik chuckled as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips before leaning towards your ear with a smirk spreading through his face.

"If you come back with a perfect grade... I promise I will fuck you senseless and fill you up with my cum~"

And come back with a perfect score you did.

#dottore x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore #zandik x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #female reader #mdni

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arxxq · 1 year

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄❀—𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

╰┈➤ ❝ [What flower represents you? ] ❞

IN WHICH—The famous prodigy named Itoshi Sae slowly falls in love with a girl who works as a florist

part one..

Afab florist reader x Itoshi Sae

Mistakes will be corrected once I reread

||❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍❀᪥𑁍᪥❀𑁍᪥𑁍||

Few days have passed since then, he's house is know we'll fully decorated with the flowers y/n had chose for him. Even so, Itoshi Sae didn't know why he felt the need to go back to the flower shop once more.

He wondered why, but no answer came to mind. It's as if his brain is asking why while his heart feels the urge...no it's more of has the urge to just go back there..and meet that girl once more. He kept asking questions in his head.

He despise why he's having this feeling right now. To him, this feeling is quite new. He never felt this in his whole entire life. Hating this feeling he decided maybe it will all end once he goes back to that flower shop.

Calling his driver, sae asked or more of demanded his driver to send him to the flower store he went to a few days. His driver was quite confused to why he gave he such an odd request but he didn't have the guts to even question it.

Now here sae was...Infront of the same store he thought he'll never go back to. Entering the store, the same bell rang and he was then again welcomed with the same welcoming and calm mood when he first entered the shop.

He still did not felt a sense of relief when he entered the shop, but that all disappeared when he heard the same voice he would expect to hear in the shop.

"Well if it isn't Itoshi Sae? What brings you here this time..?" The girl smirked while carrying a basket of what seems like freshly picked flowers. Sae didn't know what to say. He himself was questioning why he was here..so he kept trying to think of what he could say.

Lucky for him his mind recalled to what his manager had told him from before. "nothing much, I just want to thank you for the choice of flowers.." he said. The girl set down her basket on the table she used to wrap the flowers. She crossed her arms and looked at sae with a weird look.

"You really think I'm convinced..? Tell me the real reason," she laughed. That was where sae was internally panicking. I mean what was he supposed to say? He can't just say, "oh I just wanted to see you again,". No that would make this situation more awkward.

His head then clicked on to something. He remembered that he swore to himself that he would try to learn the language of flowers. "Soo?" His thinking came to a halt. He let out a breathe he didn't knew he was holding and admitted his reason..even if it won't be quite true at least it might be convincing.

"Since I figured the flowers you had chose had meanings I decided to learn flower language from you," he mumbled just enough for her to hear. This piqued y/n's interest. She smiled anyways. "And why should I help? It's not going to benefit me anyways.." she teased. It was just a harmless joke but it seemed like Sae took it seriously.

"I'll help you out around here, I'll even mentioned your shop on the social medias and interviews—" y/n immediately covered his mouth which made her realized he took her teasing a bit to seriously. "I-i that was intended to be a joke...," Sae then proceeds to pull away the hand that was on his mouth. "Well I wasn't, I'll actually help out if you'd allow me to," y/n looked straight into his teal eyes that managed to get her flustered.

"yeah suit yourself...how about this, I'll tell you 5 flowers a day along with it's meaning everytime you visit my store.." Sae thought about it. "And honestly if you'd like to help out that would actually benefit me alot..,"

Sae thought about it. It doesn't sound that bad. I mean it's a win-win situation. He gets to learn flower language and see you every day and his help will also benefit y/n since he'll help out the store with everything he can do.

"okay that sounds good I guess..when do I start?" He questioned. "I mean if you'd like you can start now?" And that I guess was day one of sae learning flower language...

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦:

As sae was struggling to wrap the flowers into a bouquet, y/n noticed him struggling and she chuckled. "Need some help there Itoshi?" Sae groaned. "No, I can do this on my own," y/n continued to laugh and sae was cursing go himself. Y/n went towards him and smiled. She took the plastic wrapper from sae along with the flowers as gentle as she can. As she was slowly wraps the flower into a bouquet, sae observes in admiration.

"so what flowers would you like to know about?" She asked as she continues to wrap the other flowers. Sae not moving his gaze from her answered. "I don't know anything about flowers so you can just tell me anything you want,"

She smiled. "Well I'll start with my favorites..due to its meanings! So I'll start with

Red roses..it's common flower that people use to symbolize deep love for someone and it's mostly given to a person you are planning to court in a relationship or others

Hydrangeas could mean gratitude for being understood but it could also mean Frigidity and heartlessness

Besides red roses, I also love red carnations..it means something like "alas for my poor heart, my heart aches deep love.."

Pink camelia means..longing for someone you love. You can give this to anyone honestly, doesn't matter if it's for a s/o or relatives

And last but not least...yellow tulips that's symbolize "sunshine in your smile"

I also do love orchids but it seems to me, you already know that one,"

Sae took note to every single word you had said. Although it might take a while for him to register the whole thing, he could see how much you loved to rant about flowers..and it shocked him to know that he loved the fascination in your eyes. The whole time he didn't realized he had been letting out a small smile. He was in luck though since it didn't seen like you had notice his smile.

"Well I guess I have to get used to this more often.."

GAHH that took a while ( ╹▽╹ ) and my cousin is literally staring at me like a maniac lol. Also the flowers mentioned might be mentioned to future parts I will make. There's a specific reason why I chose those flowers ( ꈍᴗꈍ) anyways I hope you love this one. I'll be working on my headcanons after I write for part 2 of Bookstore Stranger. So that means Flower language will be on hold kinda? Anyways love you all. Stay healthy alright!

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳aryssa;hasinah

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modern-day-bard · 4 months

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Worth The Feeling

Note: this is a completed project but I’ve had major problems posting on tumblr from my laptop! I’m not sure why. If anyone who sees this is interested, I also posted the fic on Archive Of Our Own 🫶🏻

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 2:

Now, I've made some blunders before. Mostly calling talent by the wrong name, which is a big mistake when dealing with big personalities. But I've tripped a few times, spilled a few things, and I even broke a glass in the middle of a take.

Yet somehow, none of those things compare to this.

Treating the lead as if he was a PA? Telling him he needs to get a walkie ?

The thought makes me sprint even harder toward the sound stage. Once inside, I scan the area as quickly as I can. There's at least a hundred people in here now and the more I push past, the more I realize they are turning to look at me disapprovingly. I really should find a new shirt first, but it can wait.

"Lana!" I shout when I catch a glimpse of one of her classic colorful scarves. I can see the bright fabric tied in a bow on top of her curly head of hair, but she doesn't turn around.

"LANA!" This time several people, Lana included, turn around.

"Hey!" She runs up to me and sweeps me in a hug, before pulling back with an uncharacteristically miserable expression. "Why are you all wet? Ava, I can see your bra." She pokes my visible white strap.

I swat her away. "Just wait. That is the least of my worries."

I explain the situation, visibly cringing as I await her reaction.

In typical Lana fashion, she bursts into musical hysterics. She covers her mouth when she notices how pained my expression is.

"Lana, I am this close to panicking. You don't think he'll complain, do you?"

"No, no he won't complain. You said he was relatively cool about it, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, he didn't even correct me."

"Exactly. You know if it was one of the Marvel guys from our last picture, you might be in trouble. But from the sounds of it, he probably won't even remember it by tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Why did that idea not make me feel any better?

Lana is snickering again. "You know I sent you the cast list like a month ago, right? How do you of all people not recognize Javi Gutierrez?"

I lower my voice. "You know I'm not an indie movie fanatic."

"I know. It's your fatal friendship flaw. But he was on a bunch of shows, too!"

"I haven't had time for TV with school! Movies are less commitment. Don't scold me in my time of need." I wack her arm.

"Fine, fine," She holds her hands up in defeat. "But seriously Ava, unless you want to continue to give us all a free show you should really get another shirt. I have to get these mics up and running, but go to wardrobe and find Barb."

She's right. The first scene is at 8:00am, and as a sound assistant, Lana has to be ready to mic up the actors as soon as they're out of hair and makeup. I still have to print out scripts for the first few scenes, and I'm really starting to hate the sticky feeling on my stomach.

"Okay, thank you!"

Lana winks at me as I turn and head for the wardrobe trailer on the far side of the lot. Barbra has been on Norwick Productions sets since movies were invented. That is actually the answer she will give a person if they ask how long she's been working. She's the grumpy, tough-love mom I never had. And since Lana is pretty much the only person I hung out with during hiatus, I missed Barb dearly.

Barb's expression pales as soon as she sees me.

"Ava, it's only day one for god's sake."

"Don't worry Barb, Lana already scolded me for you."

"I do like that girl. And I'm guessing you came by to catch up after break, and not simply because you need my help?" She raises a knowing brow.

"Obviously." I flash her a very over-dramatic smile.

"I should give you one of the ratty uniforms from the end of this film for that."

"But you won't, because you love me." I batted my lashes.

"Uh-huh." Barb sighs, disappearing into the depths of the trailer before coming back out with a clean white t-shirt. No fuss, no fake blood.

"You are my guardian angel." I say after swapping the shirts.

"Bring me real coffee tomorrow instead of this crafty crap and we can call it even." She says in a flat tone, and I know she's not kidding.

I give her a quick hug. "It's good to see you Barb."

That makes her chuckle slightly. "You too, kiddo."

I check my watch again. 7:30am. Barely enough time to print out the scripts. I bid Barb a quick goodbye and head to the closest copier.

After kicking it a few times, and uttering several curse words, I got the copier up and running and several copies of today's script printed. I try to skim today's scenes while walking back to the soundstage. I'm beginning to grow curious as to watch is actually happening in this movie. Since we usually shoot scenes out of order, these few pages aren't helping very much.

Back on the soundstage, I spot Lloyd, our director, and walk over to hand him today's pages.

"Ava, welcome back." Lloyd says in his usual artistic drawl. He takes one of the copies from me, flipping through as though looking for something specific, though I know he is barely even skimming the pages.

Part of me is holding my breath, wondering if Javi would have complained to Lloyd or a production manager at this point. I'm not sure when he would have time for that between hair and makeup, but in a world where my mishap today costs me my job, he would find the time.

But, Lloyd is deep in conversation with a cameraman and doesn't spare me another glance. I take that as a good sign, and slowly slink toward the far corner of the room. This way I can still have a good view of the stage without calling too much attention to myself. I can see Lana across the room micing up one of the actors in the scene. Some older gentleman who I heard was popular on a cowboy show that I've never seen. I recognize his face more than I did Javi's, which embarrasses me further, even though the fact is only known to me.

Then, as though the gods of shame were looking down and laughing at me, Javi walks into the large room. I quickly open the first scene's pages to see if I can figure out whom he is playing. That, and so I can take my mind off of how he looks even more attractive in costume. I steal a glance up from the pages and see Lana micing him up now. He's smiling warmly at her, and she chuckles at something he said. Lana tends to laugh at most things, but I can't help but wonder what words were being passed between them.

The two men step onto the CIA set together, both dressed in impeccably tailored suits, making light conversation. Now is my que to bring them their copy of the pages for a final once-over before we roll the cameras. I inhale deeply and set my shoulders back.

Don't be intimidated, Ava. You can't embarrass yourself any worse than you already have.

Well, I know that last part isn't true. But I repeat it to myself all the same.

I walk up to the men, handing them each a copy with a smile.

The older gentleman gives me a friendly nod as he takes the script. Javi gives me the same smile he gave Lana a few minutes prior. I'm turning to leave, and I'm surprised when he says, "Thank you, Ava."

I pause, half out of surprise that he remembered my name, and half over the hesitation of wondering if I should apologize for earlier. But his attention is already on the pages, and there are so many people around to hear me admit my mistakes. I decide against it.

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After we shoot the first few takes, I think I'm starting to piece together what the film is about. In the way that it is not unlike most other spy films I've seen. Older Cowboy, whose real name is still evading me, has a small role as the experienced head of the CIA who brings on Javi's character, a real loose cannon, despite his reservations. There is something about a kidnapping of Javi's lover that makes him "too close to the case," but he lies about his involvement with the woman to make sure he can be the one to save her. I'm assuming that is when we will be in Italy. Spy movies love a good ol' car chase in Europe.

I'm not blown away by the originality of the script or anything, but I'm still engaged in the scene even on their tenth take. I realize that Javi is actually quite talented. I'm only ever engaged in a scene if the actors are talented. That, or if Lloyd is having a breakdown.

I spend the rest of the scene trying not to notice just how well tailored that suit is on Javi. I never leer at the talent, but I always appreciate a good-looking man in a suit. Plus, there is something different about him. He has a kindness to him that I haven't seen with other actors. We've been working with a lot of big names recently, so maybe I've just become disillusioned. Even still, I know some lesser actors who would've complained about my assumption early, even if they painted it as a joke. They would never want me to fully live it down. But not Javi. At least, not so far.

When they call for a break, I decided it would be best to fulfill some of my other duties on another part of the lot.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to stay away from the soundstage, knowing that they will be working with Javi for the next few hours. I check my watch for the umpteenth today, and I crack a smile when I realize we only have about an hour left. My last stop is Emma Madden's trailer, our leading lady. And then I finally get to drive home and sleep.

I hadn't met Emma before, but similar to Javi, she isn't in the same celebrity category as our last film, so she seems much friendlier. I got a call on my walkie letting me know there was an issue with her food, and with not much else to go off of, I figured I might be in for a celebrity meltdown. However, when I got here, she let me know that she is severely allergic to mustard, and was afraid to touch the sandwich that had been dropped off to her. Sure, maybe it was a little 'Hollywood' for her to have me come and throw it in the garbage for her, but she was pretty apologetic about it.

"Thank you so much, Anna." She says with her knees brought up to her chest, as if she was shielding her center from the turkey sandwich springing back up out of the trash. Her expression is worried and her tone is so sincere that I don't correct her. Not that I would have otherwise.

"Not a problem Ms. Madden." I dust off sesame seeds from my palms.

"Oh please, call me Emma." She smiled at me now, and I couldn't help but like her a little.

"I know a mustard allergy is like, totally random, but it's actually pretty bad. I have an epipen and everything." I know she must be at least thirty years old, but her inflection reminds me of a teenager.

"I'll let crafty know. They should have sent you a food preference and allergy sheet to fill out months ago, that's the studio's fault."

"Oh, they did! I completely forgot about that. I figured it was just if you were a picky eater."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well, no worries. I'll let them know now." I reach for the doorknob of the trailer.

"Thank you again!" Emma called out as I closed the door behind me.

As I'm finally able to drop off my walkie for the day, I run through all the ways that Emma's Mustard Mayhem could have cost the studio hundreds of thousands of dollars. How did they start production without having her sign a waiver? Why did no one double check that all the talent had sent in their allergy lists? If she were a higher profile celebrity, this could have been a huge issue. But as usual, these are the scenarios I keep to myself. And as I drive home, I try to run through only mustard scenarios, and ignore any that pop up with another actor in mind.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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I see your neck post and I raise you:

Steve gets drunk one night, like, hammered, because he's missing Nancy and m! Reader (I'm so sorry for adding on to the male reader requests-) and Eddie are there with Robin. Reader has somewhat similar hair to Nancy so Steve is clinging to him so reader tells Robin to get his boyfriend Eddie.

Eddie is just 🧍 "bro what- no. Mine." Super possessive so he gets all bitey on the reader in front of Steve.

Maybe some smut? That's completely up to you.

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Eddie Munson x Male Reader.

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You lift your head as the shrill of the phone echoes around you. Eddie gives your shoulder another tug--the TV holds a gorey red hue that paints the walls of the trailer. You laugh at Eddie's insistent hold. "What if it's the plant?" you question softly as the phone continues to ring.

It'd been a couple weeks since you and Eddie have been able to properly hang out. Your job had you working nights and you didn't get off until nearly 1 sometimes 2 in the morning. The timing always sort of fell apart for one reason or another. Until now. You had two days off--on a weekend no less-- and Eddie had asked you to spend the night.

It was easy to say yes to his request. Eddie had gone to Family Video to stock up on movies and you agreed to cover the snacks. So you understand why Eddie is pouting as he pushes up from the couch. He undoubtedly did not want anything to interrupt the evening, but at the mention that it could be about his uncle, Eddie pushes up and answers the phone.

You pause the film, watching Eddie nod into the receiver. "Yeah he's here with me. You okay, Buckley?"

You perk up at the mention of Robin. She and you were friends--forged by fire and Math class. Robin clocked you the second you walked into that algebra class. You took in the writing on her Chuck Taylors and knew too. It wasn't that it was obvious but it was more like signals. If you were looking for your people, even the smallest hint was something to cling to and also be terrified off.

But that year--your junior, her sophomore--the two of you became fast friends. Now, even though you've graduated, you still went by her job to chat. The two of you still made efforts to have standing lunch dates when you could.

You push up off the couch too, taking the short trip to Eddie's kitchen where the phone resides. You faintly catch the sound of Robin's voice slurring together. Eddie notices the furrow of your brow and brings a hand to rub it over your back. Maybe it's all fine. But your heart beat thrums in your neck.

She asks again for you and Eddie hands the phone over. "Rob?" you question.

She giggles into the receiver. "Hi, so, uh, I need help."

"Help? Where are you?" you ask.

"I-" a hiccup interrupts her speech. "Steve's place. He sssaid he wanted to talk. But he'ss totally trashed."

"From the sounds of it, so are you?"

"No, no, no,' Robin quickly corrects. "But his parents are going to be back in town tomorrow. My fingers aren't cooperating with me. Please," Robin begs into the phone. "I won't ever ask for another favor for as long as I live."

"Steve's parents are never home," you mutter to yourself.

"Please, please, please." Another hiccup cuts Robin off and you sigh as you agree to come to Steve's place. You'd only been out the front of his house. It's not that you and Steve were strangers to each other. In fact you'd hazard the terms acquaintances to describe each other. But still, the two of you had a sort of line. You were friends with Robin and Steve was friends with Eddie and you learned about each other via this connection, but hadn't delved into anything beyond that.

"Fine. But you owe me. Interrupting date night is like a total no-no.'

"I know. I'm ssorry. Tell Eddie I'll do whatever he wants to make it up. Well, not whatever I won't suck his--'

"Alright, alright," you huff to cut her off. "Sit still. We're on our way."

"Thank you! I love you! Oh my god," Robin gushes. At the same time, Eddie's voice rings throughout the trailer, "We?"

And just faintly before you hang up the phone you finally catch Steve's voice. "And another thing, Robs!'

It's definitely going to be a long night.

It takes you all of three minutes to convince Eddie to let you leave. He pouts for a while stating you can't leave when it's so dark out. But he knows it's Robin asking for you and he knows you won't take his no. So as you pull the sweatshirt back over your t-shirt and unearth your shoes from underneath Eddie's bed, you watch Eddie follow suit. He slips into his jacket, gets his shoes back on, and right as you grab your keys, he takes them from you.

'Well if you're going, so am I. I'm not getting left behind," he counters.

When you pull up to Steve's house, you're not sure what you're expecting. Perhaps, you're waiting for Steve to fall out of the door, shout at you for showing up at your door. Instead through, Robin greets you. Behind her you can hear sniffles. "It's not fair!" Steve huffs.

"I am a dumbass," Robin greets. "But here are my knights in shining---leather jackets?" She squints just a little, but then waves you all inside. She's not as gone as you initially thought. But the place is a little out of sorts.

There's cans littered throughout the house. A fine level of dust on the shelves. It doesn't even look like anyone lives there truly. "Is he okay?" you ask.

Robin shrugs. "A recurring theme. I just--can one person help me get the cans up and other help me get Steve to bed? He's a large man. Doesn't look it, but damn he's a gaggle of limbs."

Eddie volunteers to help get Steve up to his room. It makes the most sense. "Alright, big guy, let's get you all tucked in," Eddie teases.

"Who the fuck let you in, man?" Steve laughs. You only hear the taunts as you trail behind Robin into the kitchen. It's not too bad in here. There's bottles, a few glasses in the sink. You initially thought maybe the place had been overrun with mold. But it's relatively tame. Steve clearly does his bet to keep the house together. It's not perfect but you don't think anyone with a full time job to keep a house perfectly intact.

The trash bag whips in your ear and Robin hands it over to you. "Why-why don't you take a seat, Robin?" you offer directing her to a chair at the kitchen table.

"Didn't want him drinking alone,' she offers, resting her head on her forearms. She hadn't expected Steve to go on the tangent and binge that he had. She didn't want to catch up to him, but damn Steve and his charm when he'd make a joke about how slow Robin was going with her own intake. So she'd give him just a taste--flip him off as she took her sip. He grinned with an easy, Atta girl each time.

Now, the room did not feel as stable as it started out as and Steve was worse for wear. Though he didn't seem belligerent, she could see the sadness behind his eyes. It was a shitty time for Steve to fall down into this well of self-pity. He'd been bitching about how his parents were finally coming back into town weeks before the holidays in order to keep up appearances.

It started him on a spiral. Robin couldn't control it, not when she agreed to also have a drink or three with Steve. Not eating before hand was catching up. You fix Robin a glass of water and think maybe Steve should have one too. So you find another glass and go into the living room where Eddie is covered in a not sober Steve. Eddie's laughing as the slightly younger man has slung himself over Eddie's shoulders. But when Steve eyes fall onto yours, you watch something turn.

You don't know what it is as first, but you put the glass down on the table. "So you don't hate yourself in the morning," you laugh and then turn back into the kitchen.

"Is that?" Steve asks to Eddie. It would be a whisper if not for the fact that Steve wasn't truly in control of his volume. "No way," he finishes, interrupting his own thought.

You're not sure what he's referring to, so you chuckle just a little slightly unsure of circumstances. "In the flesh. You okay, Eds?"

Eddie nods, "Yeah, nothing I can't handle."

You turn back into the kitchen, setting out for real this time to clean up what's been left behind. Robin's soft snores hit your ears and you think maybe she was further gone than she let on. You'll let her sleep for the time being. Though you know her parents are definitely going to have a lot of questions when you drop her off.

You just get water into the sink when you catch Eddie's voice. "Steve, you're drunk. Don't--"

Something bumps hard--you hear the thump followed by the shriek of Eddie and the rattle of glass. You spin around and a slightly uncoordinated Steve is barreling through the kitchen to you. "I knew it. I knew you'd come," he's babbling.

"Steve?" you question, taking a small step back. "What are you?"

"I was trying to tell Robin," Steve sighs as he wraps you into a hug. "She didn't believe me. But I knew. You always come, Nance."

As your body freezes, your hands pinned between your and Steve's chest, you realize now what might've started this whole ordeal. "Steve, hate to break it to you," you start.

"No, no, you don't have to say anything. I know I'm a dunce. I know, but you always come." His body starts to tremble and you think maybe he's crying.

Eddie catches up, rounding the corner of the kitchen island. "Steve, buddy, I need you to step away from my boyfriend please," he starts gently.

"That's not funny," Steve starts. He unravels from you, but keeps an arm slung around your shoulders. You knew from the jokes the kids always made that you and Nancy shared a resemblance. It was a little unnerving seeing her for the first time. But being just as tall as Steve and Eddie definitely gave you a distinct edge over her.

"Steve, bud, I'm serious. It's-it's not Nancy. I know you miss her," Eddie reasons. He does offer an extended hand for Steve to take. "Why don't you and I-'

Steve's no longer paying attention, eyes zeroing in on you. "Sorry, Steve," you whisper. It takes him a moment and his eyes widen once it clicks.

"Oh-I'm-fuck, I'm sorry," he stumbles out, snatching his arm back like he'd put it near fire. Almost like popping a balloon, Steve deflates. He apologizes the entire time Eddie's walking with him up the stairs.

You knew of Steve and Nancy dating--much like everyone did. But you hadn't been privy to how much their relationship had impacted Steve this much. There's some part of you that's more worried if Steve's going to remember what he did rather than having been the one who has lived through it.

The kitchen is easy to clean thankfully. You know your dusting will be surface level, but as you go through the rooms downstairs, collecting whatever trash exist in those spaces, you give the tables and shelves a quick wipe. You're almost done with the living room when Eddie returns down stairs. The water that Steve spilled is starting to try and though you think you should maybe have more concern for the carpet, you know that deep down it's just water.

Eddie and you work in relative silence until you're tossing the trash bags into the bins at the back of the house. Right as the two of you are getting ready to head back into the house, his arms wrap around your waist. "I'm going to have to keep you away from jocks now," Eddie teases.

You snort. "Steve is clearly drunk."

"Yeah, and you're clearly a hot commodity," Eddie teases. You weren't sure how he'd react to Steve's mistake. But you know even behind the taunts, there could also be a lingering insecurity.

"Well good for you, I purposefully took myself off the market," you return.

"Hmm, who might be the lucky guy who snatched you up?"

"Not anyone I think you would know."

Eddle laughs, head dipping to press a kiss to your neck. He does have to fight the material of your sweatshirt to do it, but it doesn't seem to deter Eddie at all. The night carries your laughter. For the smallest of moments, it's just the two of you. You turn in his embrace, heart picking up as you watch the skin around Eddie's eyes crinkle with his smile.

"You're handsome, you know?" you whisper.

"I've been told a time or two," Eddie shrugs. You can spot the slight change of color in his cheeks.

"Thanks for coming with me to rescue, Robin."

"Of course." He says it with ease as though he wouldn't choose to do anything else if faced with the choice.

It's happening for you stop yourself, stretching to take Eddie's lips into a kiss. It starts slow, tasting the nicotine on his tongue from the smoke you're sure Eddie had before you came over. And behind it there's the hint of chocolate from the M&M's he stole from you too. Eddie smells of the earth--deeply as you press it into your nose. He holds your hips as the kisses increase intensity. There's a push and pull, sighs and smacks.

You pull back just a little and tilt his head back. It's going to make Eddie puddy. You know that. It's why you do it--kissing down his throat. The whimper falls almost immediately as your lips work over his skin. It's easy to do this, after a few months of exploring you know Eddie a bit better than you think he knows himself.

So you suck, pursing lips to pull at his skin and then release it with a pop. Eddie shivers that the flat of your tongue smoothing over the hickey you've no doubt left behind on his pale skin. He doesn't care though.

His grip tightens at your hips and he sighs. "Baby--once we drop Robin off, I'm going to get you back for this."

You laugh into his neck, dropping the act and instead cozying up into his hold. "I'm holding you to it."

-H

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Jikook in RUN BTS Next Top Genius Special Part 2

Full Episode Here:

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You can find Part 1 here. And again, I won't be talking about the full episode or sharing my thoughts over the whole thing, this is just about the jikook moments within the episode.

Playing a dice lying game and JK basically called everyone a liar every single time and was willing to just hang out at the start in order to troll his hyungs. Lol and Jimin with his uncontrollable giggles saying he can't lie because of JK 🤣 and then in an effort tonmake the trolling stop they all proclaim their undying belief in whatever he says so he finally moves forward and hopefully let's them do the same. Lmao Jimin going "I believe you" and JK looking right at him and lying more extravagantly with the biggest smile 🤣🤣

JK objecting to Jimins number roll again and Jimin just going "do you really need to do that" both of them in such a teasing tone 🤣

The way they made the exact same face when they both objected but failed! Lol

The members all going into a booth to secretly Answer yes or no about if they would share points with the members and after Jimin being oh so confident that JK answered yes (he was correct). Lol and the shoulder grabs still too. Also cute how when they are no longer in their chairs and freely standing, jikook *somehow* ended up right next to each other again 😍

Vmin answered "no" though and therefore each gaining 35 points. And their celebration of cutely dancing RUN BTS choreo together. Lmfao and JK in the back with utter disappointment and zoning right out, shook 🤣

The final game being a rock paper scissors match between vmin with the others being split into their teams randomly. Jikooks handshakes always turn into small hand holds. Lol it's so cute. And the way Jimin smiles up at him too 😍

JK with like 5 seconds left in the last round shouting to Jimin to just "trust your gut" as he rearranges cards after he spent the entire time "helping tae" and playing spy. Lol cute. And then how he walks to Jimins side at the end and they flash back to his "clear eyed traitor" face after he tells Tae what to do everytime lmfao SNEAKY SNEAKY

As well as the way he catches and holds Jimins hand breifly when Jimin is giving his teammates little handshakes. So cute. Again, their handshakes always are breifly hand holds too.

Lmfao the way JK was saying he never lied to Tae when giving hints because he wanted to be trusted but only gave hints that were only *so* helpful it seemed. JK wanted to survive ultimately in the end.🤣 he cracks me up. The most successful he has been at being sneaky ever during run bts. You go JK!

PLUS you see JK in the background while Jimin is freaking out over possibly trusting the wrong people (yoongi and hobi) while Hobi tries convincing him he actually WAS AND IS on his team. Lol shoes flying and everything. JK just smiles fondly at the chaos and protects JKs tiles over his answers to make sure they stay hidden and just taking care of his things. Which is so cute.

Jimin winning and ending up the final most points. JK giving him celebratory spanks and calling him genius-min with a cute little smile!

His little smile watching Jimin give his silly acceptance award speech 😍

Jimin bursting out laughing at how JK ending the show. Lol (idk why this captain said scolding. But it's what I've got!)

Jimin just guessing JKs answers left and right on this show lol (from the extra bonus content at the end)

And Bonus, like I said above, they activated their magnetic field and drew towards each other as soon as they had time to just stand around and wait and were in their chairs for a game. Lol and before they joined Tae in doing the run bts choreo for a bit, we just see them, chilling and relaxing in the background a bit. Not doing anything. Just hanging out close by.

Such a fun episode(s)! I loved it and always have such a good time watching them all play together and laugh together!

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Hidden Agenda Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Joke went with Zo on his rugged trip and they ran into Jeng and Pok. Zo felt some kind of way about Pok not telling him about himself, but (mostly) corrected for the behavior. Meanwhile, Zo and Joke did all sorts of cute shit together and had this amazingly gentle sharing session that led to a to a really nice first kiss. I'm locked in.

I'm really liking Joke. Setting up complex rituals so you can flirt with a boy while maintaining plausible deniability only to be constantly anxious about how anything you do with him will blow up in your face is the kind of gay shit we've been missing!

Not these two having a pinky touch moment while pushing the bus.

What happened last night never happened? Baby boy, you kissed him with those big ass lips!! I appreciate that you have been pursuing Nita this whole time and this is confusing, but you can't just run away, my guy!

Oh, Zo, you should have just said you took a friend. Moms are too nosey to just let that go.

Now he's being awkward at school. Oh, boys.

Classic GMMTV problems! Subs have vanished on part 2. Will resume later.

Ah, another classic move: get in with the Mom with your cooking skills.

Joke is getting demolished by the spicy food, but is being so brave about it.

These two and the double-speak, I swear. "A little heat won't stop me." and "If it's too hot, take it slow." Okay, boys.

Joke is gonna break me with the soft way he says Zo's name while holding his hand.

I like the way Joong plays Joke as having a hard time focusing on Zo's face when Zo finally starts to open up about how he feels about what's going on. I especially like that they're in a debate club, because Joke makes his frustration clear and points out Zo's own provocation for this angst between them.

Oh no, sad karaoke.

Jeng is correct. Joke should make his feelings clear.

"I'm only nice to you." I have follow-up questions, Jeng.

Podd is so severe in this role.

These seniors coming back is making me nostalgic about my own academic competition career.

I support flirting through the speaking exercise as a step toward clarity. Also, Dunk has gotten better at looking slightly fond.

I know it's just a typo, but the idea of "weakly takeaways" from a comedic debate show is a next-level joke.

Everything was fine until they asked for volunteers from the audience.

Sure glad we foreshadowed this stink bean moment. Look at Joke "being there when he needed him"

Oh, look at Joke visually crossing a line before he answers this question about the bean.

Hey, a callback to "I'm only nice to you."

At least we can enter the openly flirting era now.

I'm so uncertain when it comes to this show, but I'll hang in there.

#hidden agenda #hidden agenda the series #hidden agenda meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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Summary: you meet up with probably the most random group of people you've seen together to plan the next move of your thrilling investigation, and in the process, have a little talk with an old friend

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2059

A/N: the whole Steve and Nancy subplot this season was so uncomfortable to watch but I believe in my girl, she won't cheat on Jonathan. Also I saw a Ronance tiktok the other day and now I can’t stop thinking about how You Belong with Me fits Robin so much in this.

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PART 3 - HOUNDS OF LOVE

“You’re all crazy,”

“We’re not crazy, would you please listen to us?” Steve insists.

“Nah, you’re all fucking delusional," a hysterical cackle escapes your lips. "Is this a joke? Are you joking with me? ‘Cause if you are it’s really not funny guys,” you say, as you stand up from the picnic table and start to pace. Yeah, as if you’ll believe the total bull this bunch is trying to sell you.

“Y/N, just stop for a second and hear us out,” Nancy is the one to speak this time.

“Really? The inside out–”

“Upside Down." the kid, Dustin, corrects.

“That the best you could come up with? Yeah, really hilarious, alright, you can drop the act now–”

“Who even is she?” he whispers to Max

“Just– give me a sec with her, okay?” Robin intercedes, addressing Steve.

“Come on, Robin. You can’t tell me you believe all this crap?” you question her. She just looks at you, a sympathetic smile on her face. “…Robin?”

“Come on,” she says softly. You hesitate but nod your head and follow her away from the group.

Once you're a safe distance from them, you turn to her “Robin, what the hell?”

“I– I know it’s hard to believe okay but, they aren’t lying. And… I know ‘cause… I’ve– I’ve seen the things they’ve seen. All of it, the demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, what happened at the mall, all of it it’s true, Y/N. I was– I was there,” she says, and you gotta give it to her, this is the most serious Robin has looked since… ever, you think.

Apparently, your talk has brought some sort of buried memories or feelings, because the moment you focus back on her she is there, but also, she isn’t, a faraway look on her face.

You sigh, “Fuck, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“It took me a while to process it too. Well, that and some hands-on experience, but I swear to you I’m being entirely truthful,”

You’re quiet for a bit before answering, “I– I believe you, I think,” she nods rapidly a few times, as if encouraged by that, “You… you never told me about any of this;”

The look she gives you next is a mixture of sadness, bitterness, and regret, “Well, it’s not as if we talked,” she responds, shrugging her shoulders but avoiding your eyes, stare fixed to the ground.

“Yeah but– I don’t know,” you ran your fingers through your hair, exasperated, “What you’re saying… fuck… you could’ve died at that mall Robin”

That apparently touches a nerve, making her snap at you. Her eyes shoot from the ground to bore into yours, eyebrows furrowed and fists curled at her side, “Would it really have mattered to you anyway?”

“Robin, of course it–”

“It is very apparent to me that I was already dead to you long before that, Y/N,” her arms crossed defensively.

“That is not true!” you said outraged.

“Is it not!?” this time, she glared at you, “Hmm, let me think, ditching me out of nowhere with no explanation, pretending I don’t fucking exist even though I’m right there, ignoring me every single chance you got and replacing me and every single aspect that was ours in your life for something new!? Seems pretty fucking dead to me, Y/N!”

“It’s– it wasn’t like that, okay? I never meant to hurt you–”

“But you did, okay? You fucking did,”

“I–” you bit your lip, trying to hold back tears as the weight of guilt settled on your chest, “I know,”

Robin’s anger appeared to dissipate at seeing you like that, and what was left was even worse. Dejection. She looked away, shoulders slumped, and when she looked back again, your heart broke. She was on the verge of crying, trying to breathe in order not to, “I just– I just don’t get what I did wrong? I– I know I’m weird, okay? I’ve been told that my whole life, but I thought,” she swallowed roughly through the lump in her throat, looking at the ground, face red, embarrassed “I thought you liked that about me, I thought that wasn’t a problem with you. So, what then? What was it? Where did a fuck up so royally that you felt so disgusted by me you had to pretend, I didn’t even exist,” her voice cracks at the end, and God, you’ve never wanted to hug Robin more in your life than right now.

Closing the distance between you two, you stood right in front of her. You weren’t aware Robin felt this way. Of course, you knew she was angry at you, but it never crossed your mind that she could’ve blamed herself for what happened. Determined to prove her wrong, you went to grab her arms to catch her attention, but it occurred to you that you and Robin haven’t touched in years, so you hesitated, arms hovering over hers before dropping to your sides, “Rob, I need you to look at me and I need you to listen to what I say very carefully,” the use of the nickname caught her off guard and once you were sure she was paying attention to you, you went on, “Nothing, and I mean, nothing, was ever your fault okay? You– you had nothing to do with– with my decision,”

“Then why? Why did you stop being my friend?” she’s pleading to you at this point.

“I– I can’t tell you,”

She is frustrated, you can see it in her face. She wants to keep asking, she wants answers, but you know this conversation has also exhausted her. She stares at you for a while and then lets out a crestfallen sigh, but quickly enough, points her finger to you and glares, “We aren’t done talking about this, alright?”

“Yeah, fine,”

You know that if you ever want you and Robin to go back to what you were, you’ll need to address the elephant in the room, but now it’s not the time to do that. Expelling a deep breath, you get up to head back to the picnic, giving Robin some time to collect herself, although before you can get too far ahead you hear her speak up, “I’m– I’m glad we’re talking again, at least… moron,” a tiny smile adorns her face, and fuck if she isn’t the most adorable person in the world.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, yearning, as you return the smile, “Me too, dumbass,”

When you approach the table, they all pretend like they weren’t straining their ears to try to eavesdrop on your conversation, “So, um, you know Robin?” Dustin asks. All pretense dropped, they all turn to look at you simultaneously, four pairs of eyes trained on you like hawks to their prey.

“We… sorta know each other. From middle school,” you clear your throat awkwardly.

“Is she coming?” Steve questions this time, trying to play off his concern.

“Yeah, she– she just needed some fresh air,”

Sensing the tension in the air, Dustin claps his hands together enthusiastically, “Alright! So where were we?”

Nancy squeezes her eyes closed, blinking and getting back to the topic “Um, yeah, right. You were saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits,” Steve responds.

Dustin proceeds to explain, “Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or… a curse? Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is that this is something different. Something new,” Max says.

Nancy shakes her head at that, “Doesn’t make sense,”

“It’s only a theory,”

“No,” she continues, “Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were in the wrong place?” you propose, “They were both in the game…”

“And near the trailer park,” Max adds to your hypothesis.

“We’re at the trailer park,” Steve states, worry creeping into his expression, “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

You kinda wanna laugh at that, but try to keep yourself focused, “There is something about this place,” confirms Nancy to your side, “Fred started acting weird the second we got here,”

“She’s right, little dude seemed upset,” you say.

Dustin jumps at that, “Max said Chrissy was upset too,”

“Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school,”

“God, Chrissy…” how come you never realized she wasn’t alright? Maybe… maybe you could’ve helped her.

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they attack, right?” asks Robin joining the conversation. When she sits beside you at the picnic table, her leg brushes yours and you feel your cheeks warm, “So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman–”

“Vecna,” Dustin corrects annoyed.

“Dunno about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone,” suggests Steve.

“Maybe they did,” a look of realization washes over Max like she just puzzled something out, “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster you… you wouldn’t go to the police, they’d never believe you. But you might go to your–”

“Your shrink,” said Robin, finishing Max’s sentence.

She nods at her in affirmation, and under that consensus, the bunch of you head to pay a visit to Max’s therapist, although before you could all make your way, Steve noticed Nancy going off on her own.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance. Nance! Nance, where are you going?”

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first,” Oooh, you know what she’s referring to.

“Hey! I’m going with you,” you said as you lightly jogged to where she was. She looked puzzled as to why’d you’d want to hang out with her, but as much as you liked the others, Nancy was probably the person you were the closest to right now. Apart from Robin, of course, but things were… a little rocky there.

“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin prodded.

“We don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark,” she assured

“Yeah, okay. Are you two out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need– you need someone to– Here, I’ll stick with Nance,” you tried to hide your laughter at Steve’s odd behavior as he threw his car keys to Robin. Hey, at least you weren’t the only one with unresolved feelings, “You guys take the car, check out the shrink,”

“I don’t think you want me driving your car,” she cautioned. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the time you and her stole your mom’s car to go and see some concert out of town. It was a miracle you two were in one piece by the time you got home. The car, you can’t say the same about. That was one busy year of scrubbing every single surface of your house clean every day. You think you even grew a bit of muscle.

“Why?”

“I don’t have a license,”

“How come you don’t have a license?” he asked, incredulous.

“I’m… poor,” she said in the cutest way.

“I can drive,” Max offered.

In a matter of seconds, you saw Steve’s face lose all its color, and his eyes widened as if invaded by war flashbacks, “No, never again, please. Anybody but you. No,” his tone was that of absolute denial. Damn, remind yourself to never catch a ride with Max. Dustin was about to say something before Steve already rejected him and by that point Robin got tired.

“All right, okay. This is stupid,” you had to agree with her, it was cute to some degree, but he was making a big deal over nothing, “Us ladies will stick together,” wait, what? “Unless you think we need you to protect us?” wait wait wait wait, what?

Steve looked at her with a deadpan expression, and she only laughed before winking your way and heading to the car, which like, hot, but fuck. Nancy followed and you hurried after her. Too late to pretend you weren’t trying to put some distance between the two of you without making it obvious.

“Be careful!” you heard him shout behind you, and later, his car disappeared in the distance as you apparently were about to have a girls day out… in the public library.

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

#eddie munson #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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