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I Want You to Stay (01) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 12k
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Status: Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
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A/N: Happy 2024, everyone! đ Dropping this tonight as a welcome to the new year and the start of the wild journey that is this story. It's a different JK that I'm used to writing. It's also a different arrangement for me as the story is still being written, so just a heads up that updates won't be as regular compared to before, but they'll definitely come (pls don't come at me hehe đ)! This is also a painfully slow build-up with lots of details and office talk so please be patient! I donât know how this will turn out and be revived but I hope you enjoy! đ
Also my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight as always đ„°
Jung Hoseokâs smile is like a ray of sunshine - warm on cool mornings, radiant on sunny afternoons. Itâs light and infectious, but more than anything, itâs genuine. Thereâs comfort in the way his entire face beams and how the rest of his body follows; thereâs this sense of openness that makes it easy to be around him, that makes it easy to work for him.
It was 10 years ago when you first encountered that smile - bright and encouraging as he welcomed you and the rest of the interns to his familyâs company. It slowly dissolved the anxiety you were feeling over being 1 of 12 chosen students to work for one of the leading real estate and property development corporations in the country. Youâd see it again two years later as an employee, and you recall how he perked up at the sight of you, having remembered those eight weeks you spent preparing the conference room for their meetings and serving the executives their coffee.Â
You wouldnât have expected that five years after that, youâd be seeing that smile everyday as his executive assistant, and it was one of the things that made the job bearable. Despite the long hours and the amount of work you had to do and events you had to accompany him to, working for Hoseok always felt worth it. Despite the insane amount of pressure he was put under and the stress he had to endure, Hoseok somehow always managed to smile.Â
He was serious when he had to be, but there was joy in how he did things. He allowed himself moments of calm, of time to check in on his support team for a few laughs. Heâd spare himself a few minutes a day to sway to the soft music he plays in his office, heâd preside over meetings with vigor, and heâd start and end every interaction with anyone with that smile - the same smile that assures you that all your hard work is appreciated and which encourages you to keep learning.
Itâs that same smile that he has on right now, as he hands you a custom-made cake with âyou worked hardâ written on it. He says the words as your eyes turn to him in surprise.Â
âThank you for all that youâve done,â Hoseok says. âI know you were new to the role just like I was but you made everything so easy for me. Iâm gonna have to get used to being without your brilliance, Ms. Cho. I hope you never doubt yourself ever again.â
Your astonished face turns into a pout, as it dawns on you that itâs Friday, the first unofficial day of you no longer being Hoseokâs executive assistant, given his appointment as President not long ago. Yet despite the big change heâll be experiencing starting next week, heâs the one affirming and comforting you, something thatâs rare for someone of his stature and something youâll definitely miss.Â
âYou know I donât cry, but I just might,â you respond, earning you a chuckle. âBut really, I⊠I canât thank you enough for taking a chance on me. I know my credentials werenât like the others butââ
âMs. Cho,â he interjects. âThe only credentials those other applicants had were the universities they went to, but none of them matched your level of skill and dedication to the role. I can assure you that none of them wouldâve managed the past three years like you did. I should be thanking you for dealing with all the craziness with me.â
âYouâre a good boss, itâs that simple,â you return the compliment now. âYou were patient with me and challenged me to be better without putting me down. That does a lot for a personâs confidence, you know?â
âI know that now,â he smiles again. âBut really, I donât think I couldâve asked for a more competent right-hand woman. Jungkookâs lucky heâs taking my position with the most capable assistant to help him out.â
At the mention of the manâs name, your face sours, something that Hoseok picks up, earning you another laugh.Â
âNot a fan of him, I see,â he eyes you curiously.
âI donât mean any disrespect, Mr. Jung, but your cousin is not you,â you explain. âI may have only seen him a handful of times but those are enough to let me know that he does not smile.â
âYes, I do confirm that,â Hoseok chuckles. âJungkookâs quite the perfectionist and very much a workaholic. But heâs brilliant and creative and youâll learn a lot from him, too. Heâs being primed to co-lead the company with me and he needs a strong support for that and I think thatâs you. His father thinks thatâs you, and for the CEO to think so means a lot, ___. Uncle has seen how you work and was adamant that you remain in this role, especially with his son assuming the Vice President position.â
You know that Hoseok means to reassure you, but you suppose your insecurities over having this role and even being in this company wonât ever really go away. You didnât graduate from a prestigious university in Seoul like most employees here did, and in this society, that usually means everything. Youâre thankful for the trust that youâve been given and you agree that you worked hard for it, too, but it will always be overwhelming; even then, it sometimes still feels undeserved.Â
At your silence, Hoseok speaks again. â___, as your former boss and as your friend, Iâm here to back you up. Jungkookâs family but if he, for some reason, acts like a hard-headed jerk, you let me know, okay?â
He turns serious now, as he silently asks for you to promise him that youâll speak out if you need to. Hoseok knows what you went through under Mrs. Byun, the former manager who abused her power over you until her own slip-up caused her downfall years later, and he doesnât want you to go through that again.Â
âOkay. But I didnât mean to imply that heâs a jerk just because he doesnât smile,â you clarify. âI guess I meant to say that⊠Iâll miss working for you. Thatâs all. We somehow always got a laugh in, no matter how stressful things were. Iâll miss being with A-yeong, too.â
âI know you also meant to say that Iâm the best boss youâve ever had,â Hoseok chuckles, though you donât miss the sadness in his eyes, too. âBut Iâll just be two floors above you. Youâll still see me everywhere. And A-yeongâs gonna miss you, too, thatâs why she canât let you go without having dinner out, that Iâm apparently not invited to.â
âWeâre just gonna gossip about you, donât worry,â you tease, appreciative of the fact that his wife has been kind to you all these years, apologizing to you on his behalf during the rare times heâs cranky, and gifting you little things from their trips abroad. âBut thank you again, Hoseok,â you continue, dropping the formalities when you mean to speak to him as a friend, because thatâs what he is, and itâs a rarity in this industry where those in power tend to take advantage of those below them. âYouâve treated me well, and Iâll never forget that.âÂ
âThank you, ___,â he smiles once more. âIâll finish setting up my new office now. Iâll see you there in 30 minutes, okay? I know Jungkook officially starts on Monday but he wanted to get all the administrative stuff out of the way as soon as possible and since my old room is being sanitized, heâll be staying at mine the whole morning. HR has everything he needs to sign so please get those documents from them before heading to my office.â
âOh, so heâs coming today?â You ask, unable to hide the mix of surprise and disappointment in your voice. Youâre clearly uninformed about this. âDidnât he just arrive last night?â
âYes, he did. I thought heâd at least spend today resting but no, he called me an hour ago to say heâll drop by this morning so he can get straight to business on his first day,â Hoseok explains, shaking his head at the thought of his cousin wanting to get straight to work. âI know itâs short notice so you donât need to brief him or anything yet. Youâve been buried in organizing all my files this past week after all.âÂ
âOkay, but Iâve got everything organized for him already anyway in case he wants to start,â you say, having prepared all the documents heâd need to ease into his role more smoothly, knowing itâs your job to help him with that.Â
âOf course you have,â Hoseok chuckles, impressed as always with how on top you are of everything. âIâll see you in half an hour.â
You sulk in your seat once heâs out of view, whining internally because much as your files are ready for your new boss, youâre the one who isnât. Youâd held off on mentally preparing yourself for meeting the Jeon Jungkook, second son of the current CEO of Jeon Corporation and the new Vice President, thinking youâd have the entire weekend for that, so youâre caught off guard at having to face him today. Itâs one thing to move on from no longer having Jung Hoseok as your boss - that itself took you months to process and accept; itâs another to have to get used to assisting someone else, someone you know is completely different in attitude and approach to his work.
Jungkook used to be an executive in the Singapore office, the Southeast Asian headquarters of the company. In your three years as Hoseokâs assistant, youâd only seen Jungkook a few times, such as when heâd fly to Seoul for an official visit or a family gathering but you never interacted, as you didnât really have a reason to, especially since you were always busy with making sure the event was running smoothly.Â
But youâd definitely noticed him, partly because the female staff always talked about him when he was around, and partly because next to his parents and his cousins, who are all personable in their own ways, Jungkook sticks out like a sore thumb. Youâre not exaggerating when you say that youâve never seen him smile - not for the pictures and not when heâs talking to the other executives and employees, a contrast to his fatherâs infectious charm and his motherâs youthful energy.
Youâve gotten used to Hoseokâs passion balanced with his thoughtfulness and joy - you always enjoyed the videos that A-yeong would show you of their weekends doing ballroom dancing because itâs what he loved to do with her. Youâre unsure how youâll manage assisting someone whoâs the complete opposite. Youâve heard of Jungkookâs abilities though; his father always spoke of them with pride. Creative and innovative, heâd say of his son, but he always lived in his head, too, and perhaps thatâs why even if he can socialize with others, he prefers not to, given that youâd always seen him at the bar after said events, drinking on his own.
You didnât think those times that youâd one day be having him as your boss. You didnât expect the appointments to come this soon, nor did you expect to still be in the company by the time they happened. But here you are, about to meet him and hoping to the heavens that whatever preconceived notions you have of him based on what very little you know would be proven wrong.Â
Wanting to calm yourself down before meeting him, you head to the management support teamâs office for a cup of tea in the pantry, but youâre stopped by Do-hyun, one of the project assistants.Â
She hugs you like she always does, even if you rarely ever return it, and she whines like you expect her to, given her unusually pouty face.Â
âItâs only been an hour but I already miss Mr. Jung,â she laments. âWhy did they appoint him as President so soon? They couldâve waited for another year or so, or at least let him take us with him!â
You find yourself being the reasonable one this time, as you pull her away from you so you could talk to her properly.Â
âWe always knew he was going to be President, Do-hyun. But then the Board decided to make Ji-woo head of the Singapore office after their uncle stepped down, and that meant Hoseok had to take his sisterâs place,â you explain, knowing how generational corporations like this work, with family members rotating in the executive positions. âAnd much as heâd like to take us with him, the position already comes with its own team. Heâs just two floors above us, though. Iâm sure he wouldnât mind if we popped in every once in a while to say hi.â
âNo, Iâm bitter,â she pouts again, earning her a laugh from you.
âWell, at least the new Vice President isnât a stranger,â Manager Lee chimes in.Â
âI heard the CEOâs son doesnât smile,â Do-hyun counters. âHow do we go from assisting someone who literally gives all of us the energy to work each day, to someone who doesnât think thereâs anything worth being happy about? I also heard heâs a workaholic, so what if he demands that we canât leave the office until he does? And that heâs kind of a fuck boy, so what if he has a scandal that we have toââÂ
âYah! Those are just hearsay, and we donât listen to those,â you warn her, not wanting the team to start on a bad note because of some rumors about your new boss that may or may not be true.Â
And if those are, itâs your job to make sure that those are handled properly and that thereâs no friction between the management support team and the Vice President. The thought suddenly hits you and you feel nauseous. Youâve never had these worries with Hoseok because he always prioritized the team - he made sure that tasks were properly delegated, that you all took your well-deserved break, that you werenât burnt out, that you all knew he got your back the way you all got his.Â
But then again, itâs natural to be anxious about change, especially when what you had was already the best it couldâve been. And much as you were the one worrying about this earlier, youâre now the one who has to reassure the team, especially the younger members, that things are going to be okay.Â
âYouâll meet him soon, and Iâll make sure heâs properly oriented with everything before he sits down with you all,â you say. âLetâs just be optimistic about this, okay? Manager Lee has been here a while and he can guide all of us when it comes to adapting to changes like this.â
The rest of the team nods, voicing their agreement about being open and welcoming to your new boss.Â
âOkay, good. Now let me get my tea before I combust,â you chuckle, heading towards the adjacent room.Â
Youâre busy taking breaths in between sips of your hot drink when you see a familiar face in the room through the glass window, prompting you to head back outside.
âMr. Ri,â you greet, causing the man before you to turn towards you. âWhat are you doing here? Does Mr. Jeon need anything?âÂ
Knowing youâre referring to the elder Jeon, Mr. Ri shakes his head.Â
âIâm here as Jungkookâs chauffeur and bodyguard, actually. His father appointed me, wanting people he trusts to help his son,â he clarifies. âIâve just driven him from his penthouse.â
âOh,â you say, unable to control the way your face falls a little. âSo, heâs here.â
âHe is. He said he wanted to get things done today so he doesnât waste his time when he starts next week. Heâs at Hoseokâs office right now. I believe heâs supposed to sign some documents?â
âOh shit,â you blurt out, immediately setting down your half-finished tea and rushing out the door to speed-walk to your desk, ignoring Mr. Riâs demand for you to slow down.Â
With what little you know of your new boss, he seems like the type to not excuse tardiness, so you take your files, head to HR to retrieve some documents, and then proceed to Hoseokâs office. You try to catch your breath as you head towards the door, which opens before you get to knock, revealing Bitna, the Presidentâs assistant, who greets you with a sweet smile.Â
âHi, ___. I was just about to call you,â she says. âCEO Jeon is inside as well. Just walk in, theyâre waiting for you.â
You cross the small hallway as the door gently closes, and you stop in your tracks the moment you hear Jungkookâs voice.
âI still prefer my old assistant,â he says, obviously displeased. âHe was very organized, highly educated, and well-traveled. While this Ms. Cho didnât even study in a top university in Seoul. And Hoseok says she doesnât know any other foreign languages when thatâs one of my requirements.â
âSon, youâre being too harsh,â CEO Jeon chides. âMs. Cho is a top performing employee, very hardworking and dedicated. Sheâs worked here for eight years and she imbibes all our values; she knows the company culture and knows the ins and outs of things with how sheâs been exposed to them. Ask your cousin; Hoseok speaks highly of her.â
â___ is great, Kook. Sheâs incredibly organized and highly analytical and observant. She doesnât need a Seoul education to be good at what we need her to be good at,â Hoseok argues.Â
âI still want my old assistant. Itâs more convenient that way. Lucas already knows how I work and what I require of him,â Jungkook insists. âIâm just saying that I need things to be efficient and she and I canât be adjusting to each other when there are multiple projects that Iâd much rather give my attention to.â
âAnd Iâm saying that Ms. Cho probably knows more than you do when it comes to these projects,â the elder Jeon counters. âPlus, your old assistant would have to adjust to life in Seoul and thatâs harder. Itâs just not practical, especially since youâre due to start in a few days. You have other things to worry about. ___ is there to make your life easier. Give her that chance to do her job.â
âBut Iââ
âGood morning, gentlemen,â you greet, not wanting to hear whatever unfounded things that Jungkook has to say, even if you have your own preconceived notions about him which, you remind yourself, are partly founded. Barely five minutes in and you already canât stand his judgmental and entitled ass.Â
You walk towards the middle of the room where theyâre congregated on the couches, with the elder Mr. Jeon and Hoseok smiling at you while Jungkook merely glances at you, his jaw clenched, perhaps irritated at the fact that youâd overheard him completely misjudge and undermine your abilities without even knowing who you are.
âGood morning, Ms. Cho,â CEO Jeon says. âI know youâve seen him a few times but Iâd like you to officially meet my son and the new Vice President, Jungkook.â
Jungkook turns to you with a disinterested look but he doesnât meet your eyes. You bow as a sign of respect, even if itâs the last thing you think he deserves. Â
âMy pleasure, Mr. Jeon,â you respond. âI was told that youâd like to proceed with administrative matters this morning. I have all the documents with me and I can explain each one to you before you sign them. Iâve also consolidated all the things you need to know prior to your meetings next week,â you add, handing him an iPad. âThis has the resumes of each member of your management support team, including their professional and development goals. Mine are there as well, so you can read about my credentials and achievements in this company the past eight years, which I think have tremendously helped me in performing my duties satisfactorily. Thereâs also a folder of team profiles of each of the departments youâre overseeing. Youâll also find closure reports of completed projects from the past five years, progress reports of ongoing projects, and approved and working proposals of upcoming ones. Iâve included summaries and key figures for each of them. You may read them prior to your meetings, and if thereâs anything missing that youâd like me to include, I can have them ready by the end of the day.â
âHmm,â Jungkook hums, as he scrolls through all the folders youâve prepared for him.
In your periphery, you can see the other two men holding in smiles as you seemingly render the younger man speechless, but while he assesses all that youâve provided to him, youâre given time to observe the man seated before you. Other than his slightly longer hair, not much has changed from when you saw Jungkook in last yearâs gala.Â
As he drags his tongue across the inside of his cheek with his scrunched eyebrows in judgment, youâre reminded that this is the first time youâve seen him up close. And even from his angle, you can tell.Â
Heâs unfairly handsome.Â
Heâs got dark expressive eyes, soft-looking pink lips, and a sharp jawline that complement his lean figure. You understand why the staff are enamored by him even from afar and - if the rumors about him are true - why women would shoot their shot with him at clubs, in hopes theyâd be the lucky one heâd choose to be with for the night.
The illusion breaks, though, as he turns to you with a hardened gaze.Â
âIâm sure Iâll find something thatâs missing,â he states.
âIf theyâre relevant and necessary, I can have the files ready by today,â you respond, knowing full well that youâve included every possible document that would be of use to him.Â
âIâll be the judge of whatâs relevant and necessary, Ms. Cho,â he counters.Â
âOf course, Mr. Jeon,â you say, conceding. âWhatever it is, then Iâll make sure to have them ready for you as soon as possible.â
Jungkook hums in response, turning his attention to the HR documents this time, breezing through the text and ignoring your brief explanations of the contents before signing at the bottom of the pages. You inform him of sections heâs missed, and he groans at having been corrected but you donât mind. Heâs the one who chose to do all this now and in here, in front of his father and his cousin.
Once heâs done, he hands you the signed files and holds your gaze. âIs there anything else, Ms. Cho?â
âI suppose that is all, Mr. Jeon. Unless there are other things you want to assess, or people you want to ensure are qualified to assist you with your functions,â you say.Â
Jungkook huffs in displeasure. You can sense the tension build, as irritation paints his face. Itâs at that moment that his father chimes in, suggesting that you introduce him to his team.
âYou can maybe also orient him on the current projects and partnerships,â the older man says.Â
âThat can wait. Iâve had enough of engaging for today,â Jungkook responds, his voice cold, detached.Â
âIn that case, let me lead you to your floor, Mr. Jeon.â
You step back and wait for him to walk ahead, before you excuse yourself from the older men. You donât miss the sorry looks on their faces, and you give them a smile as if to say that itâs fine, that Jungkookâs someone you can handle, and his obvious displeasure towards having you as his assistant doesnât faze you. It doesnât change the fact that you wish he wasnât your boss though, or at least, that he wasnât such a jerk like what heâs being right now.
Walking behind him as you both head towards the elevator, you see the way he carries himself - hands in the pockets of his sleek black trousers, his eyes focused straight ahead, nothing like Hoseok who was always gesticulating as he spoke to you every time you walked side-by-side from one place to another.   Â
Jungkook stands in front of the doors, seemingly waiting for you to press the buttons and you do it before he could even express his annoyance. You stand in front this time, then make sure you hold the doors open for him to exit, and you resume your spot behind him as you walk down the hallway.Â
âOn the left are two small meeting rooms and one conference room,â you start, thankful that thereâs not much to tour him around on this floor, given that everything is exclusive to the Vice President. âOn the right is a seating room, and up ahead is an archive room. Down theââ
âIâve been here before, Ms. Cho,â Jungkook interjects as he looks at you blankly. âThis is my familyâs building; Iâm very much aware of how the floors look like.â
Not rattled by his disruption, you nod and smile, wanting to show him that whatever intimidation or humiliation heâs trying to make you feel isnât gonna work on you. You know if you show any sign of frustration, that will just give him a reason to have you replaced and despite your clear dislike for the man, you need this job, especially this position that allows you to pay your rent in a safe part of town and send money to your family every month. At this point, thatâs the only thing that will keep you going.
Approaching the management support office, you walk faster and make sure to enter the room before he does, signaling the team with your eyes that their new boss is coming, your silently frantic gaze telling them to be on their best behavior because their usual antics wonât work on Jungkook the way they did with Hoseok.Â
Once Jungkook appears, everyone bows and greets him, and you can sense them holding their breaths as they look up, taking him all in. You see him eye each person, and you can tell heâs already assessing them individually. You take it upon yourself to introduce each one, stating their name, where they studied and what course they took, describing their primary role in the team and their specific strengths. You see him follow your words, nodding and humming as you go, and you think heâs processing the information and making sure he remembers them.Â
There are no pleasantries; Jungkook just goes straight to the point.Â
âIâm sure you have concerns about having a new boss and the changes that come along with it. But Iâm here to tell you now that you should get over whatever those are, as Iâd like the adjustment period to be as short as possible,â he starts. âMy cousin is brilliant at his job and so am I, but we work very differently, so whatever you got used to doing with and for him, donât expect the same with me. I demand excellence and efficiency from each one of you because thatâs what I commit myself to and thatâs the only way that this team will be able to do its job. Am I clear?â
âYes, sir,â the team answers in unison.Â
âWe commit to those as well, Mr. Jeon,â Manager Lee says. âAs the head of your support team, I will make sure that all our deliverables are of high quality and that things will run smoothly so that we may properly do our job of assisting you.â
âThatâs good, and thatâs what I expect,â Jungkook says, nodding at everyone before walking out the door to head to his office, with you trailing him from behind.Â
âIs my room still being sanitized?â He turns to you.Â
âYes, sir.â
âWhy did it need to be sanitized? And why today?â
âItâs protocol, sir. We also had a sendoff for Mr. Jung yesterday so the room smelled of food. And he instructed for this to be done today so that I donât need to come here tomorrow, as he doesnât like any of his staff working during the weekend,â you reply. âThis should be finished this afternoon. Iâve also purchased the oil for your diffusers. The room will be ready for you by Monday.â
Jungkook merely hums and looks around, specifically at your designated area with your desk and shelves at the back, then takes a call before turning to you again to say that heâs heading out to meet his friends.
âIs there anything else you need, Mr. Jeon?â You ask, thankful that you donât have to deal with him for the rest of the day.
âNo.â
âOkay then, sir. Iâll meet you at your apartment at 6:30 AM on Monday. Is that time alright?â
âSure,â he responds, then turns around and starts walking out. âJust keep your phone on. I work during the weekend.â
Heâs gone before you can even respond, and you rush to the support office once youâve heard the elevator ding that indicates that heâs gone. When you get there, youâre greeted with everyoneâs frowns, with Do-hyun close to tears.
âI donât like him, ___. He looks so unapproachable and too serious!â She complains. âI miss Mr. Jung. Is there an opening in his team? Should I just resign?â
âAish!â You reprimand her. âDonât speak like that. And donât let those few minutes determine everything for you.â
âWell, those few minutes are enough to tell me that I donât like him. No matter how good-looking he is,â Chin-sun says.
âHe is, right!â Do-hyun chirps now, a complete 180 from seconds ago. âIâve seen him around but I didnât think heâd be even more handsome up close! It just sucks that heâs a grinch and that makes all the difference. Maybe thatâs why he doesnât have a girlfriend! Heâs probably too snobby andââ
âYah! You really need to stop it with those rumors,â you scold her this time. âThatâs your boss. His personal life is none of our business. Where do you even hear these things?â
âEvery washroom in this building, basically. Staff are always gossiping there, you know?â Do-hyun responds.Â
âAnd since when do we listen to gossip,â you scowl at her. âSure, heâs not our favorite person right now but we donât have the right to make claims about aspects of his life. And where are people even getting those ideas!â
âPeople talk, I guess,â she shrugs. âAnd heâs often spotted in clubs with those Kim brothers so maybe they see things. Iâm not saying theyâre all accurate⊠just that rumors often have some truth to them, you know?â
âNo, I donât, and we shouldnât be sticking our noses in places where they shouldnât be,â you say.
âFine, but itâs just a heads up,â Do-hyun says, turning serious now. âYouâre his executive assistant, and you have no choice but to stick your nose in places because personal and professional lines are often blurred in your situation, and thatâs just how our worldâs set up.â
âSheâs right,â Chin-sun chimes in. âI mean, you need to know his personal schedule, go to his apartment, do errands if you need to, maybe buy a box of condoms if he runs out⊠You just got lucky that Mr. Jungâs pretty chill and has a wife whoâs even nicer than he is. Your only problem was that he was damn scared of everything that moved and wasn't human.â
Youâd laugh at the last statement if you could, but you know theyâre both right. Hoseok wasnât perfect, and neither was his marriage, but it never reached a point where you had to be put in a compromising position because you were his assistant who, by nature of your work, had to be privy to some of his personal matters. The most involved you were was when he and A-yeong had an argument and they used you as their messenger, but even that was more of a miscommunication issue than anything serious. They apologized to you after and promised to never put you in that kind of situation again.
But with Jungkook as a single man, youâre unsure what personal business youâd end up being involved in. You just wish it wasnât something that would test your principles and cause you to lose your job. Regardless, whatever that would be isnât something you can even really talk about with others.
âWell, I donât wanna think about any of that right now,â you sigh, knowing youâve got enough to worry about, such as how youâre going to start surviving everyday assisting a man who clearly doesnât want you around.Â
But if heâs gonna be a hard-head about it, then youâre just going to have to match him. You got to where you are because youâre determined to prove yourself constantly, and youâll just show him that he needs you, and he doesnât really have a choice unless he wants to argue with his father.Â
You try to encourage your team once more and give Do-hyun that rare hug in comfort before going back to your desk, intent on finishing all the presentations for your briefing with Jungkook next week. You begin setting up his room by mid-afternoon, using a photo of his Singapore office as a basis since you were told that he prefers a certain style for his furniture and decor. Youâre no stylist but over an hour after you finish, you think you did pretty good. You were so into designing the space that you didnât notice the time fly by; before you know it, itâs 6PM, because you can hear A-yeong right outside calling for you.
âHi,â she chirps, hugging you in greeting. âAre you ready?â
âIâll just pack my things,â you say, walking to your desk.Â
A-yeong takes a peek at the room and praises your efforts. âThis looks so different from how it used to be. And thatâs good because those cousins have such different tastes. But I think Jungkook will like this. Heâs into the masculine and moody vibe, so good job, ___.â
You know that despite her kindness, she wouldnât lie, and you could only hope that sheâs right. You think it looks nice, but itâs what he thinks that matters; youâll just have to wait until Monday to find out.Â
As youâre about to leave, Hoseok appears in the hallway and asks how you are. Your scowl pretty much gives you away.
âIâm sorry about Jungkook, ___. Heâs stubborn and a hot-head sometimes but he isnât always like that, and this isnât me making excuses for him,â your former boss says.Â
âWhy, what did he do?â A-yeong asks worriedly.Â
âBasically implied that Iâm not qualified for this role, among other things,â you respond. âBut itâs okay. Not like I havenât heard that before.â
âAnd you know thatâs not true,â Hoseok comforts you. âHeâs not good with change, thatâs all, and you know how these appointments were all pretty short notice and heâs just been frustrated ever since. But whatever it is he said, donât take them to heart. Heâll get a word from me, and heâll definitely get one from his father.â
You want to say that itâs not easy to just disregard what Jungkook said; heâs your boss after all, and all that matters is what he thinks about you. But youâre not one to air out these feelings to Hoseok now that youâve experienced a bit of what itâs like, so you just shake your head and ask the older man to let it go.
âHeâs probably just tired,â you make an excuse this time, not wanting to discuss further with Hoseok. âAnd he had that assistant for over five years. I can understand wanting that familiarity and convenience. Iâm just gonna have to adjust; there are a lot of things going on right now and heâll need to focus on the projects, not his compatibility with his assistant.â
âBut that matters though,â Hoseok insists. âI got things done because we worked well together. Heâs gonna have to meet you in the middle with this one. And Iâll make sure that he does.â
âI know you said you want to look out for me but I donât think itâs a good idea if you intervene this time, Mr. Jung,â you say, letting him know youâre serious and you mean business. âIâll be okay, donât worry about me.â
You give him a comforting smile, and you hope itâs enough to quell Hoseokâs own worries and it works this time. He returns it before letting you and his wife go, and itâs the Thai dinner and incredible desserts that somehow make up for your not-so-great day.Â
You think the weekend will give you the peace you need to face your dreaded week - you do your errands and chores on Saturday and go to the market and watch a movie by yourself in the cinema the next day.Â
All it took was a text from Jungkook that Sunday evening, asking for copies of certain policies and disapproved proposals from the last five years, that just had to ruin it, as you spend the entire evening consolidating the files, making you already wish it was Friday.
Jungkookâs apartment building is one of the Jeon properties that you havenât been to yet, as itâs one of the newer massive residential structures that they built three years ago. You enter the sleek-looking lobby then submit your documents at the reception in exchange for your own access, and you internally marvel at how luxurious everything looks.Â
You get to the 42nd floor, and it seems that there are only two units here. You walk towards the one on the right, choosing to be on the safe side by ringing the doorbell. Itâs Monday, after all, and itâs your first time here; you donât want to just enter without him permitting you to do so.Â
Youâre about to press the button again after a minute of no response, when the door opens and you take a moment to process the sight before you.Â
There, standing just a few feet away, is Jungkook with nothing but a pair of black gym shorts on, his taut chest glistening in sweat, and his entire right arm covered in black and colored ink. His hair is damp and ruffled, and itâs probably due to the boxing heâd just done, as evidenced by the wraps on his knuckles and the way heâs panting heavily.Â
You get your senses back and look away, not wanting to look affected by his half-naked form, even if youâre the one who has to catch her breath this time because much as you dislike the man, you canât deny that his body is something that definitely deserves to be praised.Â
âYouâre here,â he speaks first, surprise laced in his voice as he takes in your obviously flustered form.
âI asked if 6:30 AM was a good time to come, Mr. Jeon,â you answer, glancing at him before looking at whatever you could behind him. âPerhaps I misheard your confirmation. I can wait downstairs if youâre not yet done with your exercise. My apologies for coming in early.â
You donât actually have anything to be sorry for; he did confirm the time, and heâs the one who decided that working out at this hour was a good idea, knowing that his assistantâs scheduled to come. You wouldâve appreciated it if he says you donât need to apologize, but he doesnât.
âItâs fine, I just finished,â he huffs.Â
He leaves the door open for you to enter then heads straight to the large room on the right, which looks to be an indoor gym. You allow yourself a few seconds to look at his retreating form, quietly gasping as his broad shoulders and slender waist blind you a little, then scolding yourself for doing so. You stay rooted by the kitchen and look around the spacious penthouse as you wait for him to return. He exits the gym wearing a loose white shirt now, combing his hair with his fingers as he drinks a bottle of water.
âSo, Mr. Jeon, uh, I would prepare Mr. Jungâs outfits for the week and then help his house staff make his breakfast. I run down his schedule as he eats. Are you okay with the same arrangement?âÂ
âSure. I just donât have any staff with me so youâre on your own. Iâm fine with anything though. Iâm not usually hungry in the morning,â he says before walking to the other side of the apartment.
You follow him, careful not to enter spaces youâre not given permission to, which is why you stand by his bedroom door before asking to come in.Â
âHow will you prepare my clothes from there?â He huffs. âOf course you can enter. Just be done before I finish taking a shower.â
You nod shyly and then head to the walk-in closet that thankfully has a separate door from the bathroom. Heâs already unpacked his clothes, although not everything has been organized. You spot a few suits that are ready to wear, and you fix those first, taking note of asking him if there are things he wants dry cleaned or pressed.Â
You leave his bedroom in time, hearing him slide open the door as you make it out, and proceed to make his breakfast. Thereâs really not much you can create with what little he has, so you make do with eggs and toast and whatever spread you find in his cupboard.
Jungkook walks into the kitchen not long after, the dark gray suit looking immaculate on him as you expected. Spotting his crooked necktie, you immediately walk up to him to fix it, unaware of how he holds his breath with how close you are. Noticing his body stiffen, you step back right away, apologizing for not asking permission first.Â
He looks away and says itâs fine, then sits on the spot at the dining table where youâve set up his meal. He stares at it for a good few seconds, prompting you to explain yourself.
âThatâs⊠thatâs all I could make with what you have, Mr. Jeon,â you say. âI can arrange for online groceries for you, as well as dry clean and pressing for your clothes andââ
âIâm having someone come in to clean my place and do all of that,â he says, as he takes a bite of his food. âSo, whatâs my week like?â
You start to enumerate the conference and lunch meetings heâll be having this week, including who theyâll be with and their purpose. Theyâre mostly with the department leads to discuss updates on processes and current projects, and youâre thankful that Hoseok involved you as much as he did, given that Jungkookâs questions are more specific than you expected.Â
Sure, heâs a Jeon and obviously works in the same company, but the Southeast Asian projects are different from the ones being implemented in South Korea, and while he used to oversee overall compliance to design standards, heâll now be in-charge of setting those very standards this time. As Vice President, heâll be involved in crafting policies; heâs also free to manage his own construction projects, and thatâs what the support team is for. Given his much more expansive role this time, there are more departments and projects to oversee, and definitely more executive decisions to make.Â
You suppose itâs why his questions donât stop, even after heâs cleaned up and you both find yourselves in the backseat of the car and on the way to the office. He looks through the iPad with all the files you gave him, and you see the notes heâs made on them as you turn to him to answer his queries. Even if you know that heâs also still assessing you - perhaps on your knowledge and attention to detail - you canât help but admire his thoroughness. You may have also cursed him in frustration for making you work on a Sunday, but he seems to have done way more than you, given that he went through all the documents over the weekend. You suddenly donât feel too annoyed.Â
But of course, he has to ruin it again.
âI need these annotated versions of the project and departmental documents ready before my meetings with the respective teams,â Jungkook says, his voice low and stern. âAnd I expect progress reports to be as detailed as possible, so make sure to check them first before they get to me. The ones you gave need revisions. I believe youâre trained enough to know immediately that these are lacking.â
âYes, sir,â you respond, noting his instructions on your notebook while internally yelling, given that youâre unsure of the need for them before the meetings.Â
Surely, he could give you some time to work on them, but with a meeting with one team in the afternoon and seven more the rest of the week, and on top of the other things you need to do for him, you already know youâll be cramming to get everything done.Â
You try to manage your breathing. Somehow, your habit of pressing your nails against your palm when you're stressed has miraculously come back today. It was something you developed while working under Mrs. Byun, which you eventually got over after working for Hoseok. You feel the anxiety build up, especially as you look at the half crescent marks on your skin, and itâs times like this that you wish your best friends were based in Seoul instead of Busan, so youâd at least have people to comfort you when things are a little tough.Â
Itâs not to say that work wasnât overwhelming before. It definitely was, but Hoseok always found a way to make everything bearable and he was always reasonable with what he demanded of you. Now youâre stuck with a man who already makes you feel like your hard work isnât enough.Â
You make it to the office with no other words said and a thick tension in the air. It follows you to the elevator and into Jungkookâs room, where he dismisses you so he can prepare for the first meeting of the day. You rush to your desk and get on with your tasks, making sure to work on the annotated project file that he needs by the afternoon.Â
Itâs an hour later when you find yourself in the conference room for the meeting with the management support team. You prepped them just 10 minutes earlier, and while you tried to hide your frustration, your unusual lack of energy told them enough that it wasnât exactly a good start of the day.Â
They come in one by one, and you take the time to prepare Jungkookâs coffee, remembering from his former assistantâs notes how he wants it. Heâd put it off earlier, given that he prefers to drink his protein shake after his workout, so this is the first time youâre doing it for him.
His eyes flit from the coffee in front of him to you as you place it on the table.
âTwo espresso shots and half teaspoon each of milk and sugar,â you state, wanting to confirm that you got it right.
He merely takes a sip, places it down again, and then starts the meeting.Â
How bold of you to assume that heâd thank you or even acknowledge it, as if heâd shown you even the tiniest amount of gratitude for anything you've done for him since Friday. Which he hasnât.Â
You let it go and proceed to sit next to him, your eyes and ears ready for what you already predict is gonna be a long meeting.Â
It ends over three hours later. As you expected, he had a lot of questions. He made sure that each member had time to explain their current tasks and how they will monitor the projects assigned to them. You didnât miss the way heâd acknowledged them with âgoodâ and âwell done,â and thanked them after they finished. He only nodded at you after your turn, with his eyes barely meeting yours, and for all the confidence you built over the past three years, you canât process how itâs his non-acknowledgment thatâs just going to undo all that. And quite frankly, youâre unsure if thatâs on him or if thatâs on you.Â
Half of the meeting was spent discussing the big project that he wants to take on as Vice President. Thereâs a property they recently acquired - a non-operational arts center that he wants to revive by adding a performance hall, small theaters, a grand library, function rooms, and a permanent exhibition presenting the buildings that his family had developed over the years to showcase their architectural designs.Â
You saw the excitement in your team membersâ faces. Hoseok took over with several unfinished projects so you all had to focus on those. Aside from Manager Lee, this is the first time that youâre all handling something new and different. Even you felt the excitement creep in, a welcome emotion given how your dayâs been going, but that shattered once he said that he wants it done by June of next year in time for an International Media Festival happening in August. The 12-month period heâs giving is too short with everything he wants to do, and you saw that the team felt the same.Â
You go to them after Jungkook leaves for a lunch meeting, and their sighs and pouty faces tell you enough. Mr. Lee does his job of encouraging the team, and you add that youâre all gonna be supporting each other through it all. Sure, youâd have to match Jungkookâs ambition and thoroughness, but you should all take it as a challenge.Â
Youâre clearly not convinced yourself as the words come out of your mouth, but you donât have time to debrief with them, as you still have that meeting with the design department that you have to prepare for. You take two biscuits and a cup of tea, and you decide that this is enough to last you throughout lunch, given that youâll be spending the entirety of it working on the files.Â
You donât realize that an hour and a half have passed until you hear footsteps and see Jungkookâs form appear in the hallway. You stand to greet him, with him asking if youâre done with the annotated documents.Â
âIâll send it in five minutes, sir,â you say, hoping heâll at least give you that.Â
âOkay,â he responds. âCome to my office after youâve sent it.â
âYes, sir,â you say, quickly finishing the last two pages once he closes the door.Â
You rush to get everything done and click send, then you head to his office and prepare yourself for more questions. Itâs quiet inside as you watch him behind the desk, with his legs crossed and his eyebrows furrowed as he reads the document. You answer one of his questions and itâs at that moment when your very empty stomach decides to make itself known.
You freeze on your spot, as the grumbling sound starts low, getting louder for a few beats before it temporarily stops. Your eyes widen in embarrassment, and you press your belly so hard with your fingers in hopes that that would do anything, even if youâre too far gone at this point. Your only hope is that it was all in your head, but Jungkookâs eyes flitting to you tells you otherwise. The only other sound in his room is the air purifier, but itâs not remotely loud enough to drown out your intense hunger.Â
It goes again, and all you can do is look away; humiliating yourself was definitely not the plan for your first day as Jeon Jungkookâs assistant.
âDo you need to step away, Ms. Cho?â He asks, not meeting your eyes.Â
âOh, itâs not⊠uh,â a bowel emergency or something, you want to say. âI just had a busy lunch break.âÂ
You settle for that, a hint that youâd spent its entirety doing something in such a short notice. Hoseok would always be apologetic whenever he had you do something during your break; he always made up for it with a nice meal as thanks. You doubt youâd get anything close to that from this man.
Jungkook hums and surprisingly doesnât ask for anything else. He dismisses you and orders you to go ahead and prepare the conference room for the next meeting, and you do just that, dropping by the pantry for a muffin that you eat in four bites, in hopes that it would be enough to shut your stomach for the next three hours.Â
Right as you exit, Jungkook picks up his phone to make a call. And then another one.
âMr. Ri, please pick up the pastries that Ms. Cho ordered at the food hall,â he instructs his chauffeur. âSheâs too busy right now.â
âWill do, Mr. Jeon.â
Taking minutes of a meeting when youâre starving is not a good thing. You know this because youâve done this so many times, like during monthly executive meetings and the quarterly board meetings that have you spread out thin. Itâs also not rare to miss out on lunch because thereâs a report to finish or a site to visit; during events, you go on a day with having barely eaten anything.Â
But just because youâre used to it, it doesnât mean that your body has fully adapted, because here you are, eyeing the croissants in front of you, your mouth watering at the gloss and softness of the pastry. Theyâre so tempting and also out of reach, given that you need to be entirely focused on the discussion that youâre documenting, and munching on something is out of the question. You donât even know where this is from and you think maybe the design department called for snacks but itâs really not helping your concentration.
You hope the way youâre nibbling your lips doesnât give you away, but Yoongi from across the table picks it up, as you get a notification of his message.
[From: Min Yoongi] you didnât have lunch, did you?Â
You ignore the prompt on your laptop and respond to him with a look instead. You know your pouty lips will give him his answer, and he merely shakes his head at the confirmation.Â
You do your best to shut out the sight and scent of the food before you, absorbing instead the discussion so you can note this down properly with just minimal edits needed. You have a lot of documents to work on for the next few days after all, and thatâs on top of the file reorganization that Jungkook asked you to do.Â
It works after you hang on by a thread for two and a half hours, a little earlier than you expected to finish. All you want is to sneak out that croissant and maybe some tarts, too, but your heart breaks when you look up and find the boxes empty.Â
You let out a sigh, relieved that your boss didnât hear you because heâs already on the phone and heading out the door. But itâs that same time that a plate of food appears in front of you, and it feels like the gates of heaven have opened. Youâre not surprised anymore to find out who itâs from.
âEat,â Yoongi says from next to you. âI could see your hands shaking from across the table.â
âWhat about you?â You ask, your lips in a pout once more.Â
âYou know I donât eat these things,â he shrugs.
He doesnât, and you know this, too. You also know he called dibs on these earlier, seeing as his staff were quick to get them, and heâd saved these so he could give them to you.Â
âTen years later and youâre still trying to make sure I eat, huh?â You say, nudging him with your hips to tease.
âIf I donât, who would?â He responds, walking out of the conference room with you. âYou have a bad habit of not doing that.â
âWell, duty calls. What can I do?âÂ
âTake care of yourself even if itâs hard,â he replies.Â
âSays the man who rarely does it himself,â you chuckle.Â
âYou know, the best advice I give are the ones I donât actually follow, so disregard the fact that I donât even do what I say because they apparently work,â he says. âBut I mean it, ___. Eat this now.â
âThanks, Yoongi,â you smile, taking a piece of pastry and eating it in two bites.Â
Your puffed out cheeks cause him to laugh, and despite still being hungry after this, you suppose itâs enough to not make you faint at this moment.Â
âAnd eat a proper dinner, okay?â He follows up.
âIâll be off late, so Iâll just grab something from the convenience store,â you say. âThatâs as proper as I can afford tonight.â
âAish, fine,â he shakes his head. âBut let me get you coffee at least. Those tarts wonât taste as good without one.â
âThat would be life-saving,â you dramatically say. âWhat did I do to deserve a friend like you?â
âDonât know. I mean, Iâm not that great,â he shrugs.Â
You playfully roll your eyes. âIâll save the compliments once I have the coffee.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â he feigns annoyance, gesturing for you to get back to your desk then walking the other direction.Â
You take your seat and clean up the document, deciding that youâll just review the meeting minutes tomorrow so you can get on with other pressing matters. Itâs 20 minutes later when Yoongi returns, a tall cup of coffee on one hand and a banana loaf on the other.
âThis is all they have left,â he says. âI hope it can last you until tonight.â
âIt will,â you smile. âThank you again. No one looks out for me here as much as you do. And that means a lot, more than you know. I donât think I wouldâve survived all these years without you.â
âWow, all because of coffee and snacks,â he laughs, teasing.Â
âItâs a fair trade. You feed me during my greatest need, I boost your ego,â you tease back.Â
âYeah, whatever,â Yoongi huffs in submission, but you know he enjoys it.Â
Youâre thankful that after everything thatâs happened, youâre still able to maintain the friendship that you created when you were a mere intern and he was just starting out his career.Â
âAnyway, Iâm quickly meeting Jungkook and I need the portfolio of the contemporary arts institution joint project from 2019. It was VP-led so I assume itâs still here? Unless itâs in the archive room,â he continues.
âItâs within five years so it should be here,â you say, turning to the shelf behind you to confirm.Â
You spot what you need and make the attempt to pull it out but your fingers barely even touch the rack.
âNeed help?â Yoongi asks.
âAnd what help could you give, huh?â You tease again, earning you a playful groan.
âYou brat.â
You laugh and pull out the small stool you keep for times like this.Â
âJust make sure I donât fall and embarrass myself further today,â you say, climbing up the steps then pulling out the heavy folder.Â
You feel Yoongiâs arm move from where it was near your waist to over your head, as he lightens the load. You both try to balance it and laugh at your distorted faces in the process, and itâs moments of relief like this one that youâre glad youâre afforded after a long day like today.Â
From inside the room, Jungkook sees you through the window, your eyes crinkling as you laugh along with Yoongi, head of the design department and one of his very few friends in the company. It catches him off guard, as he realizes that since meeting you last Friday, heâs never seen you laugh, much less smile or even have an expression that isnât agitated or serious.
He knows that thatâs probably on him. Heâd spoken ill of you after all, something he regretted once he saw the frustration on your face when you made it known that you were in the room with them and had definitely heard everything he said. But heâd been tired and HR confirmed that he could bring Lucas over as his assistant; CEO Jeon was the one who vetoed that decision.Â
Jungkook had already mentally prepared himself for the ease of his transition, knowing that heâd be assisted by someone who knows how he works and the quality of outputs he expects, only to come here and be told by his father that the current staff will stay, and that you - someone heâd only heard of as Hoseokâs assistant - will be the one assisting him from now on. Your resume didnât even impress him.
Jungkook doesnât like change and when he has to undergo it, he needs as much of what was familiar and convenient to remain; thatâs the only bit of control he can have and he hates not being in control of things. You just happened to unluckily be at the receiving end of his anger.
But unlike what he expected, you stood up to him in the subtle ways you could. Heâs been so used to people just following him, partly because his way is always the best but also because he commands that respect, and he knows his capabilities enough to know that he deserves it as well. So when you answered back, he felt rattled and just a little bit uneasy. He was unable to backtrack after, but he didnât really plan to.
That doesnât mean that he didnât plan on being a bit of a jerk today, too. Heâd been exhausted working over the weekend after going through all the files you gave him that he snoozed his alarm so many times and ended up doing his workout later than he intended. When you rang the doorbell and stood by his door with your skirt and satin top, he suddenly felt lightheaded.
He mentally smacked himself once the thought that your pastel colored outfit brought out your eyes more than the monochrome ensemble from last week floated in his head. He just hated that not only are you thorough with your work, you have to be beautiful, too. Heâd never admit to anyone that both of those things make him nervous, and itâs the only reason why he thinks he needs to establish his authority so that he doesnât get rattled the next time you counter him.
Thatâs why he demanded more work, which he didnât intend to take up so much of your time, like your lunch break. Heâd seen how your hands shook while you were taking notes during the meeting, prompting him to end the meeting early so you can have something to eat of what heâd bought but heâd left before he could find out if there was anything left for you.Â
Maybe there wasnât enough, as he also witnessed Yoongi hand you what seemed like food with coffee that the man also got for you just minutes ago. The smile you gave him was bright and sincere. Jungkook doesnât think heâd ever see that directed at him, considering how heâd been to you on his first day, but maybe thatâs also good; that could be his defense. Maybe itâd help quell that initial attraction that he doesnât want and cannot allow at all to grow.
It doesnât mean it doesnât agitate him to see you a bit too close with his friend, because with the way you seem so comfortable and with the way that Yoongi sports that rare smile, it almost feels like thereâs something there.
Jungkook is the son of the CEO, and having personal relationships within the company isnât exactly advisable, but heâd gone to university with Yoongi and their introverted personalities instantly clicked. The older man is perhaps the only non-relative company employee that Jungkook kept in touch with when he was in Singapore, not that he even really talked much to his family outside of work anyway.
But in all the years of their friendship, his friend never mentioned any relationship - nor the makings of one - with another staff member. Jungkook hates how his curiosity is slowly getting to him. Maybe a few more moments would tell him more, but something about the scene happening outside his room is making him nervous and uneasy, so he decides to step in.
âHey, Yoon,â he says as he opens the door. âCan we discuss now? I have to meet my parents for dinner in an hour.â
Your bubble with Yoongi bursts at the sound of Jungkookâs voice, and you immediately return to your seat. Your friend nods at you then enters the room, leaving you the peace and quiet you need to plop down on the floor for a quick snack of your loaf before going back to work, glancing inside every once in a while to see how the two are going, and perhaps confirm the friendship that you didnât expect the two would have.
âThis building is a good starting point,â Yoongi agrees with Jungkook. âIf this is the general feel you want for the Arts Center, I can look into other projects and designs and come up with ideas. Iâll just ask ___ for the files I need.â
âYou two seem close,â Jungkook says too quickly.Â
Leaning back against the chair, Yoongi processes the question that he didnât expect heâd hear. More than that, he tries to read whatâs underneath it, knowing that his friendâs tone of voice and feigned stoic expression mean something more.
âYou could say that,â Yoongi replies. âShe did say that no oneïżœïżœïżœs looked out for her here as much as I have. And that she wouldnât have survived all these years without me.â
âSo youâre actually friends?â
âYes.â
âWere you more?â
Yoongi chuckles, the question giving him the answer heâs looking for. Jungkook may often be too serious but he can be transparent sometimes, too.
âDoes it matter?â The older man asks.
âJust donât want to be surprised, thatâs all,â Jungkook shrugs. âIf thereâs an employee relationship happening under my nose, I should at least know.â
âIt happens here a lot,â Yoongi responds. âI mean, it gives people something to gossip about but itâs how things are - work sucks sometimes and we want someone to hold at the end of a terrible day.â
Feeling like he wonât get an answer to a question that Jungkook doesnât know why he felt the need to ask in the first place, he just shakes his head to concede.Â
But itâs what prompts Yoongi to reply.Â
âWe met when she was just an intern,â he says. âWe used to take the same bus then found out we both came from Daegu. Then she was employed and we were both on the logistics team before I was reassigned and she got the EA role.â
Jungkook merely hums, taking in the information.
âI also asked her out before,â Yoongi continues, earning him a surprised look from the younger man. âYou just canât help what you feel sometimes, you know? But she turned me down, said she didnât want to lead me on because she didnât feel anything more. She also doesnât like being involved with a co-worker, so yeah.â
âHow are you still friends?â
âAsks the guy whoâs still friends with his ex,â Yoongi laughs.
âChaerin and I are civil, thereâs a difference. And we havenât spoken in years.â
âYou loved her, though,â Yoongi counters. âI never got to that point.â
âThis isnât about me,â Jungkook huffs.Â
Knowing itâs a topic that his friend doesnât like talking about, Yoongi relents. âI moved on. That was years ago,â he says. âAnd it seemed like she needed someone. I mean, sheâs not from here and her friends arenât here, either. She appreciated the friendship even if she said she didnât think she deserved it. I guess that made me really get over her, you know? Thatâs all she wanted and needed from me; it was better than not having her around.â
âHow brave,â Jungkook remarks.Â
âYou mean mature?â Yoongi corrects. âYes, thatâs what I am, and itâs the best I could be for her. Especially since sheâs got a boss who makes her miss lunch because somehow, thereâs just so much to do for your first day on the job.â
âDonât remind me,â Jungkook groans.Â
âI will. Only so you could feel bad.â
âI already do. Thatâs why IâŠâ
âBought the pastries,â Yoongi finishes. âI mean, I didnât order them.â
âWas any even left for her?â Jungkook sighs, remembering how he was internally screaming for you to just get from the box and heâd been the jerk to not offer you some even if it was technically for you.
âSort of. I put some aside for myself so I could give them to her.â
âYou sure you donât like her anymore?â Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, an attempt to hide his uneasiness over something he doesnât understand. He finds you attractive, thatâs it. He doesnât know why his mind searches for more answers.
âYou donât have to like someone romantically to be nice to them, you know?â Yoongi responds. âAnd she needed it. Heavens know the support sheâd need now that she has to deal with your rude ass.â
Jungkook sighs, but the remark is a welcome one because he did tell Yoongi not to treat him differently just because heâs the Vice President now. He also partly agrees. But he sees the effort; his friend wouldnât call him out for how he does things, so the most he would do is offer help to you. And Jungkook could maybe take advantage of that, as Yoongi stands up to leave.
âHey, could you, uh, grab dinner for her at the food hall? And not say itâs from me?â
âThe food hallâs closed,â Yoongi says.
âThe cafe down the street, then?â
âYou canât be fucking serious,â the older man groans.Â
But Yoongi knows his friend, knows the distance he creates from the people around him, knows his need to have control over everything, including his feelings, and knows the walls he builds because itâs easier to keep others out rather than do the hard task of letting them into a space thatâs become comfortable because heâs been the only one inside for so long.
So Yoongi does as heâs asked. He takes the money then heads to the cafe to order pork cutlets and curry. He returns and sets them on your desk to your surprise, and you ask what itâs for.
âJust thought you deserve more than just convenience store instant noodles and gimbap given the day youâve had,â he says.Â
âHey, those are delicious,â you pout, but wanting to melt at how good the rice bowl smells. âBut thank you, again. I owe you a lot, Yoongi. I mean it.â
âJust make sure to eat on time so I donât have to buy your dinner again,â he teases. âI mean it. You have to stay healthy, okay?â
âOkay,â you smile brightly. âGet home safe tonight.â
Jungkook glances out the window and holds back a smile himself at how innocent and genuinely happy you look. Thereâs this joy that you seem to enjoy to yourself and he sees that, he understands that. And somehow thatâs enough to lessen the guilt for now.Â
He still doesnât know if heâll ever see that smile directed at him or if heâd ever want that because of how disarming it is. But seeing it from afar is enough; itâs trivial and short enough to let him bask in it without having to climb out of his walls. Heâll watch you from behind, he thinks. He just wishes he doesnât push you away in the process.
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bunny's 60-day glow up challenge â€ïž
hi my loves! my birthday is right around the corner and i want to end the year strong, so i thought it would be a cute and encouraging idea to host a challenge for all of us glow-up girlies! the steps for the challenge are very simple and customizable, and they give plenty of space for low-energy days. this challenge is all about trying your best to remain consistent in your goals, not to strive for an impossible "perfection" but instead to build trust in yourself that you can show up for your beautiful self and achieve the glow up that you deserve!
steps for the challenge:
pick three habits or things you want to dedicate time to every day
write a sentence or two on why you want to focus on these habits so that you have motivation and inspiration to complete them on hard days; this could include a basic "why" or you could write out specific goals you'd like to achieve through these habits
write out three different energy level variations of the habits so you can achieve your habits even on low-energy days
optional step: write an intro post sharing your habits and goals with everyone! you can use the tag #bunny60days to connect with others doing the challenge and hype each other up with accountability and love - you can also tag me and i can cheer you on hehe! đ„° otherwise you can simply keep track on your own using a journal or planner or whatever works best for you!
optional step: write daily (or weekly) check-in posts sharing what you accomplished on the different days of the challenge, what you'd like to improve on the next day, or just a general update on how you're feeling. remember that this is a feel-good challenge, not a shame-filled one, so be kind to yourself and use this reflection as a way to show compassion and empathy to yourself đ again, you can use the tag #bunny60days to track your progress and see how others are doing!
the only very important rule for this challenge:
if you fall off and don't complete every habit you've written down in a day, do not start the challenge over, just pick up from where you left off! remember, this challenge is about building self-trust and resiliency - this means that you won't let one bad day or break in a streak stop you from continuing your habits. being "strong and hardworking" doesn't mean doing everything perfectly from day one, it means picking yourself up when you fall off course and trying again even though you may feel imperfect.
why only three habits?
when we do challenges, it's so easy to want to accomplish everything all at once, from working out to sleep schedules to everything in between. however, when you eventually burn yourself out or don't complete everything on your super long list of habits, shame is bound to follow, and shame does not make healthy soil for a beautiful plant to grow. starting off with three habits with different energy levels is a good way to ease into habit building while still feeling challenging enough to be interesting.
i don't know where to begin! can you give me an example of some habits or goals?
absolutely! if you'd like an example, you can check out my own personal goals for the challenge here. i'll be participating too, so you know that you have at least one person joining you in your glow up! đ„° there is also a blank template below for you to use for your own glow up adventure.
blank template for you:
my chosen habits:
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my goals and why's:
habit one:
habit two:
habit three:
my habit energy tiers:
habit one:
low energy:
medium energy:
high energy:
habit two:
low energy:
medium energy:
high energy:
habit three:
low energy:
medium energy:
high energy:
let's do this!
bunny xoxo
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The Y/lâs
Logan Sargent x journalist!reader smau
Similar to Allison and Issac Rochelle Kutch, the internet decided that you are not a Sargent, but rather Logan is a Y/l. I imagine this takes place years in the future (Logan isn't 22 and in his rookie season but a little older)
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logansargent: I recommend marrying your childhood crush. Y/n, this past year of being your husband has been incredible, every year I get to count as being yours is better than the last. It's always been you -Your husband â€ïž
Tagged y/nsargent
y/nsargent from friends to âfriendsâ to dating to married, who wouldnât thunk it! Love you so much Loâ€ïž
logansargent love you more â€ïž
alex_albon âfriendsâ is crazy
daltonsargent those teen years were something
user1 my standards arenât high, I just want a man who will openly declare himself mine on main
Williamsracing our fav brideđ
y/nsargent Williams admin đđ
user2 I cant decide if I love or hate the idea of wrecking the dress at the end of the reception đ«
oscarpiastri I canât believe Iâve had to deal with yâall for so long
logansargent do you want compensation or something??
y/nsargent hereâs a cookie for your troubles đȘ
user3 "its always been you" SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent been making Sargent look good for a whole year đȘđȘ Logan, itâs been a fairytale with you!! Thank you for being here for everything and showing me that long distance is worth itâ€ïž
Tagged logansargent
logansargent you make Sargent look damn good babyâ€ïž
y/nsargent đ„°
lilymhe absolutely stunning- one of my favorite days ever!!
y/nsargent best maid of honor ever (even though you showed me up at my own wedding)
lilymhe i couldnât never show you up (you can get payback at mine promise)
y/nsargent canât wait!! @/alex_albon tick tick
alex_albon youâre either flirting with her or encouraging a proposal
user1 uugh the wedding collage is such a vibe đ«
user2 literal goals
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent: the grind>>>
Tagged: no one
user1 full time journalist AND full time wag
user2 what canât she do
logansargent it donât stop đȘđ
landonorris ok frat boy
user3 Logan is the real trophy husband here
oscarpiastri real
user4 OSCAR?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
lilymhe Iâm still in awe of your ability to work on a plane
y/nsargent itâs less of my ability to and more of that Coke next to me in the first pic đ
user5 LMAO
user6 I love how she never misses watching a race
user7 especially bc her schedule is already so crazy
user8 fr sheâs constantly flying from one place to another writing for a million companies
user9 She's everything and he's just Ken
logansargent
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logansargent Podium in my home race for my good luck charm- it'll always be you đđ
Tagged williamsracing, y/nsargent
y/nsargent when he dedicated his home race to you >>>
landonorris he talks like a frat dude and you talk like youâre chronically on tik tokâŠ
oscarpiastri match made in heaven
y/nsargent I donât remember inviting this energy into my comment thread
user1 screaming crying throwing up
user2 âmy good luck charmâ đ€žđŒââïžđ
user3 sleeping on the Highway
user4 toaster bath bomb fr fr
user5 Logan making it on the podium and still bringing up his wife is literal trophy husband behavior
user6 Logan Y/l fr fr
user7 whoâs Logan Sargent anyway? Ew
y/nsargent đ @/lilymhe
lilymhe well when you bring Taylor into the convoâŠ
Williamsracing on three everyone say thank you y/n
y/nsargent thank you y/n
Alex_albon girlie bffr
user8 why am I crying? no reason just Logan always telling it is or it always will be her
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent wreck my plans thatâs my man đșđžđŠ
Tagged logansargent, Williamsracing
logansargent and what did I do to deserve a T Swift caption??
y/nsargent just by being the trophy husband you are â€ïž
logansargent proudly â€ïž
user1 y/n always delivers 10/10 Logan content
user2 the emojisđ
lilymhe that pic is literal goals
y/nsargent we're literal goals
lilymhe love you bae
logansargent do we have any defense here
Alex_albon none mate
Y/nsargent with spokeswomen
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y/nsargent: no one is gonna tell you this kid, but I can now. You are gonna have so many sleepless nights, so many long plane rides across the world, so many abandoned relationships, and so so many tears. You're gonna cover more sports games, fashion shows, and political events than you ever thought possible. You will hit the very rock bottom of it all multiple times, but youâll keep going. Thank God that you did, because now you have multiple awards under your belt as well as your own news provider, @/spokeswomen!
I don't know what the future will look like other than more busy, busy days but thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey and will continue to đ«¶đ«¶
Tagged: spokeswomen
lilymhe your journey has been so so inspirational to women in all fields! I am so excited that because of you and your connections the world now has another safe space for female based news!! đ
y/nsargent love you lil!! You are as much as an inspiration to međ
logansargent I'll be your coffee runner forever if it means shit like this gets done đ
y/nsargent you're gonna regret saying that
user6 we love a supportive husband
user7 Mr. Y/l raising standards everywhere
taylorswift such a incredible creation!! So many wonderful stories are gonna be shared and many necessary actions will be kicked started here-- you have a loyal follower
y/nsargent ahh thank you so much!! It is such an honor to read this, especially after all the hype sessions to "The Man" and "Mad Women"
user1 if @/spokeswomen has a hundred followers I'm one, if they have 1 its me, and if they have 0 I'm dead
user2 I love the idea of all women based and written articles on a wide range of topics-- they website/media pages are so aesthetic toođ«
user3 so Logan goes vroom vroom for a job while Y/n created an entire news company to share women's voices??
user4 official petition to have their last names changed to Y/l
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user5 live, laugh, love Y/n Y/l
serenawilliams it's people like you who make the world a better place
y/nsargent likewise- you've been one of my biggest inspirations
logansargent
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logansargent: the setup v.s the view đ
tagged: y/nsargent
y/nsargent is this a thirst trap for our marriage??
lilymhe you can take the boy away from the frat boy mentality, but you can't take the mentality out of the boy...
user1 men<< women fr fr
y/nsargent Logan Y/l energy
user2 LMAO Y/N đ
user3 SHE KNOWS
logansargent how does that equate to Kenergy
williamsracing room with a view đ«¶
User4 his hands???
User5 foaming at the mouth
User6 what does she use to do her hair? It looks great
Williamsracing
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Williamsracing: the air smells like a podium for Mr. Y/l this weekendâŒïž
Tagged logansargent
User1 Babe wake up Williams called Logan Y/l
Y/nsargent Williams gets it
Lilymhe the word is spreading
Logansargent Iâm still just as confused as in Y/nâs comment section
Y/nsargent donât worry babe
oscarpiastri itâs your true form
user2 *eagle screech*
user3 the last name was the final factor to becoming the ultimate trophy husband
user4 lmao he's about to ascend
Y/nsargent
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Y/nsargent vacation with the Y/nâs
Tagged Logansargent
Logansargent I feel like Iâm losing my manly man cred with this new trend
Alex_albon donât worry man you canât lose what you never had
Lilymhe Alex you're one to talk
y/nsargent BAHAHAHAH
user1 not Logan losing his mind over this đ
User2 âmy manly man credâ ROLLING
oscarpiastri he called me to complain about this
User3 not Dalton telling on him
Logansargent if youâve spent the amount of time I have talking with her abt being a SARGENT and then spend over a year with the name SARGENT youâd be concerned too
Y/nsargent awww lo đ„ș
logansargent
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Logansargent canât here y'all up here
Tagged y/nsargent
Y/nsargent get them with the clap back baby!!
Lilymhe weâre rooting for you!!
Logansargent yâall are both assholes
User1 Leia ate
logansargent golden hour goddess
user2 oh to travel to the mountains with my husband and our dog
y/nsargent I'd also like to add Leia has my last name at the vet...
logansargent too bad I don't go to the vet as well
user3 LMAO
user4 we love the middle school comebacks
user5 this entire family has pretty privilege
lilymhe
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lilymhe dinner with the He's and Y/l's
tagged: y/nsargent, logansargent, Alex_albon
y/nsargent I missed our dinners
lilymhe same!! screw adult life with adult responsibilities
user1 that looks so good
user2 oh to be invited to a dinner with Y/n and Lily
user3 why does that salad look so plainđ
Alex_albon wondeful night darling â€ïž thank you to everyone involved for trusting mine and Logan's cooking
logansargent a very big thank you
user4 he's just building the resume, soon all Y/n will need to do is work and be pretty
logansargent that's the goal
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent we've hit 1 million followers on @/spokeswomen!! This project has meant so much to me and to see it grow has been unreal!! Thank you to the wonderful group of women who stand beside me and help keep this dream afloat- I love y'all more than wordsđ
Logan (and Leia), thank you for all the nights you've held me together when I wanted to fall apart and quit this project. You saw the vision that was so much bigger than me. I love you so much â€ïž
tagged: spokeswomen, logansargent, partner1, partner2, partner3, partner4
user1 since they adopted Leia she's been in every post of theirs đ
user2 they're so real for it
partner2 I'm forever in awe of your hard work and how you made a dream your reality!!
logansargent you have always and will always be the one for me, wether or not 7 y/o me knew it. You are such an inspiration to me always. I will always pick you up when you fall, because you've always been the wind beneath me to keep me soaring high â€ïž
y/nsargent now I'm crying at work, I love you so much Loâ€ïž
user3 that office in an introverts nightmare
y/nsargent don't worry! Everyone's preference and comfort was taken into account when designing- we have plenty of support for all kinds of social types. Plus we've all grown close so it feels more casual than cold and business-y
user4 that's so considerate
partner3 she's the best boss ever
partner1 I'm in debt to you everyday for bring me onto this amazing project- I cannot wait to see what the future holds
user5 aww Logan and Leia
Alex_albon top tier dog dad right there
lilymhe when can we get one
Alex_albon with what time?
y/nsargent you're so right, y'all are too busy for a dog. Now a specific diamond ring however...
lilymhe you heard the lady
logansargent
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logansargent cheers to 2 whole years of marriage! I never want to imagine a reality where we aren't together- thank you so much for all the support and love. The only girl you could ever come second to is Leia. I promise to forever bring you coffee, make sure you rest, and mostly importantly love you. Its always been you- Mr. Y/l
tagged: Y/nsargent
y/nsargent ALERT THE PUBLIC HE SAID MR. Y/L
user6 "its always been you- Mr. Y/n" I can't handle this rn
user7 Logan finally used Y/l
user8 as much as I hated the wait, this was the best time for him to do it
y/nsargent I love you so much Lo, I'm holding you up to your promises- specially the last one
logansargent yes ma'am
user1 YOURE TELLING ME HER WEDDING RING IS ENGRAVED WITH WHAT HE ALWAYS TOLD/TELLS HER
user2 the childhood friends to lovers trope is truly magical
user3 God it's me again
user4 I just want a man who will openly admit his love, as well as say it's always been me
user5 Y/n just lives in a romance novel
lilymhe my absolute favorites 𫶠many years of happiness and adventures to you three
y/nsargent đ«¶
Alex_albon congrats on the big 2!! Love you both
logansargent thank you man
williamsracing we're not crying over the Y/l's, you aređ„č
f1 in this house we support the Sargent's/Y/l's
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Hi Iâm new to this so Iâve no clue if this is how you request, but I was thinking Spencer fluff, in earlier seasons where heâs a little bit more awkward but has a little bit of confidence, based on that one episode where hotch says Reid was propositioned by all the prostitutes & youâre dating him but youâre not the jealous type, they know what they have with Spencer is good and knows he worships the ground they walk on, so isnât worried or threatened by anyone so while heâs getting hit on being a blabbering mess they just giggle to themselves making little suggestive comments. Hope this makes senseđ„°
A/N: That's one of my favourite scenes because it's so hilarious to see Hotch cracking jokes for some reason. That and "did you join a boy band?" Iconic, truly. â€ïž Thank you for requesting, I'll shut up now.
Warnings: none
You were aware that Spencer Reid was a catch. Perfectly aware. More than aware. Desperately aware.
He was, quite possibly, the most attractive bean pole of a man that had ever walked the earth. He was beautiful and he was loving and his smile lit up the room and you were quite honoured to be able to call him your boyfriend.
It was not lost on you that many other people - not just women - also desired him. Which led to some downright hilarious instances.
âIt's not funny, Y/N.â He pouted, that adorable furrow in his brow coming back and finding it's perfect place on his face as you stared up at him. You knew the expression you were showing him was a little bit dreamy, head in both hands as you gazed admiringly up at him, but you simply didn't care what kind of company you were in.
âSpencer, you were propositioned by 11 prostitutes.â
âI'm sure they were just teasing, Y/N. I'm awkward, I stand out like a sore thumb, I'm not buff or hot, I'm-â
âA complete and total liar!â You stood, gasping and grasping non existent pearls, playing up your disbelief. He cracked a smile and you paused briefly to send up a prayer to God, thanking them for putting a real angel on Earth.
âSpencer, you may be a little bit nerdy, and you absolutely do not know when to shut up. Your hair may always looks like your mom did it for school picture day, and your fashion sense is questionable to out it kindly-â
âIs there a but? I need there to be a but or I'll cry myself to sleep.â
âBut those things are incredibly endearing. And did I mention you're really hot? It's like you're all members of the Scooby Doo cast rolled into one body and somehow that really works for me.â To punctuate your words, you took a step closer, letting your hand play with his tie as you slowly encouraged him to take a small step towards you as well, until you weren't sure where the heat that warmed you was coming from.
It could've been rolling off of him, or you, or it could've been a fire burning between you, as you fixed his tie and ran a hand through his hair.
âI'm not joking with you, Spencer. I love watching everyone appreciate your beauty and your intellect. Frankly, it turns me on.â
âOkay. I'll remember that, thank you.â
âTurns on the prostitutes, too.â
âY/N! They're just trying to make a living, if you'd have been out there canvassing they'd have tried it with you too.â You had to giggle a bit at his loom of exasperation, flas to see that it was tainted with an uncontrollable smile, a small lifting at the corners of his mouth that he couldn't combat.
âSpencer Reid, Hotch told me that one of the girls offered you $100 for a ride.â
âThat's not exactly cheap or a discount, Y/N, the going rate for a working girl in the area is-â
âSpencer. She was offering you money.â His brows knitted again and then his eyes widened in realisation.
âOh. Oh, she did look very disappointed now that I think about it.â You pressed your hand to your mouth to suppress the small pleasurable giggles from slipping out and composed yourself, before slipping your arms around his waist.
âSo, Spence. How is it that you know the going rate of a working girl?â You lifted your eyebrow and watched him panic, ready to memorise every expression that ever passed across his angelic features.
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Grumpy old man | Steve Rogers
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ -> BestFriend!Steve Rogers x BestFriend!Female!Reader
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ -> Steve is grumpy all day since he had seen you with an agent who is better known as a playboy.
đđšđ«đđđšđźđ§đ -> 1.159
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ -> allusion of smut, fluff
đđđȘđźđđŹđ -> hiii darling! so I've a request for Steve Rogersđ„° smutty Steve thing. best friends to lovers? Maybe Steve sees "his" girl talking with another agent or something ( platonic) and he's a bit jealous? She could find him being grumpy as hell all day so she goes to his room ask what's wrong?so the feelings and jealousy just comes out and he tells her how much he's in love? She can kiss him to shut him up? and leads to smut? Lots of love đ„°đ„° @rogersbarber
đ/đ -> Thank you for the requests. Itâs not with a lot of smut but I hope you still like what I made with your request.
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Blue eyes piercing in your back, he narrows and his jaw is clenched while he looks at you talking to another agent. He knows he shouldnât be jealous â youâre best friends â but he just canât help himself feeling that way. Especially when youâre talking to the agent, who is better known as the playboy.
Usually Steve isnât a man who gets jealous, maybe because he doesnât like a woman the way he likes you. But the two of you have been best friends forever, and he doesnât want to ruin anything between the two of you because he fell for you. Little does he know that youâre just as much in love with him, and even though you like talking to the agents, none of them is like Steve or could give you the feelings you feel when he is around you or touches you. Even the slightest touch of him causes a desire inside of you.
Steve hums, rolling his eyes, when you hug the agents before you turn around and see Steve waving at him. He doesnât wave at you; he just looks at you with narrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. In his hand, he holds a piece of cake, which he squeezes, breaking it and letting it fall on the surface of the table.
âHey, grumpy. Whatâs wrong, huh?â You ask teasingly, but Steve doesnât answer.
He takes a bite of the cake, filling his mouth with it over and over again. You giggle slightly, taking a seat next to him and facing him. You look at him while he eats the cake with his grumpy expression.
When heâs finished and still doesnât answer you, you place your hand on his shoulder, looking at him with a pout on your lips. Steve also ignores that one; he just turns away, gets up from the chair, and walks along the floor to his room.
âHeâs been grumpy all day, hasnât he?â Natasha asks, and you nod.
She is standing at the door, looking after Steve, before she turns toward you and walks closer, taking a seat in the chair next to you. She smiles at you, placing her warm, encouraging hand on your shoulder.
âMaybe you should talk with him.â
âAbout what? He didnât tell me why he was grumpy.â
âDonât act like youâre stupid; we both know youâre not stupid,â she says, but you just furrow in confusion. âEveryone can see that you like him, and he likes you.â
âMe and Steve are just best friends,â you say, smiling when you think about the man who owns your heart.
âYouâre kidding, right?â She asks, but you shake your head.
Even when you could imagine being more than just friends, Steve probably doesnât feel the same way about you. And you donât want to tell him because when he doesnât feel the same, it could ruin your friendship. So you just keep it to yourself and admire the older man whenever he is around you; you enjoy his soft touches or the cuddles during your movie nights.
âSteve looks at you like youâre his entire world.â
You gasp. Does he really look at you like that? Could he do it because he likes you more than you think, or is he just looking at you like that because thatâs what best friends are doing? Youâre too deep in your thoughts to realize another word that Natasha says until he taps your shoulder and brings you back into reality.
She turns the chair around and pushes you up, making you stand in front of her and look in the direction of the floor. Natasha rolls her eyes, chucking softly while she gets up as well, and pushes you in front of her through the room.
âNatâ I donât think I should tell him now. Havenât you seen how grumpy he was?â You ask, thinking to stop Natasha from pushing you further through the floor.
Before you can say something else, youâre standing in front of Steveâs door. Natasha knocks at the door, and then she walks to her room. Just in time, she closed her door when Steve opened it in front of you. He is still looking at you with his grumpy expression, and it makes him look pretty cute. You canât stop yourself from giggling softly.
âStevie,â you say, and he just nods.
âWanna come in?â
He takes a step to the side, making space for you to enter the room before he closes the door behind you. Youâre inhaling his scent deeply; it immediately relaxes you, and you walk with him to his bed, letting yourself fall down on it. Steve sits next to you, his back resting against the head board while he looks at you. His blue eyes are glistening, and a small smile appears on his lips when your eyes meet.
âWhy are you so grumpy today?â
Steveâs gaze drops, his smile fades away, and he plays with his fingers in his lap. He always does when he is nervous, and you place your hand on his leg and draw small circles on it to clam him down. Steve wants to tell you whatâs wrong and why he is grumpy, but he doesnât know how. His hands are shaking and sweating, and he needs to rub them over his pants covered thighs to dry them. Steve sighs, swallowing harshly; his cheeks heat up, and then he looks at you.
âIâyou've just talked with him. He is a playboy, and you were so close to him,â Steve says, lifting his hands.
He slides his fingers through his soft blond hair. Steve sighs deeply, looking away before he turns to face you again.
âHe will only fuck you. Heâ he doesnât like you likeââ
âLike what, Steve?â You ask with a smile.
âLike I do.â
He turns away, blushing immediately. He rubs his hands once again over his pants. You smirk, turning around and getting on his lap. Steve looks confused for a moment, but when you capture his cheeks with your hand, he smiles softly. He leans closer, his breath hitting your lips, and you shiver slightly. Steve breaks the distance between the two of you, pressing his soft lips on yours and his hands finding their way to your hips.
Steve pulls you closer until youâre sitting on his growing bulge. Itâs pressing uncomfortably in his pants and causes some friction between your legs when you slowly move your hips against him. You moan softly while Steve pulls away and looks with desire in his blue eyes into yours.
âIâm in love with you. I love you.â
âI love you too, Stevie.â
You smirk when you rock your hips against him, and he moans. Steve looks through his lashes, pushing his hips up to meet yours. His hands roam over your body, and he kisses along your neck, causing you to moan louder and rock your hips harder against his length.
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sweet dream was over ✠mick schumacher
gossf1poutlet news of mick schumacher and y/n leclerc previously being in a relationship trends as the number one topic across social media, following an unfortunate leak from their private accounts. both the schumacher and leclerc's have expressed their opinion on this matter, via a strongly worded 'love letter' from legal counsels that represented their respective families. on a statement that was recently released, both parties have similarly urged everyone to refrain from making unnecessary assumptions and encouraged the public to rally against the spread of misinformation and baseless accounts of the pair's alleged relationship. their representatives also promises to pursue legal actions against the culprit.
username the whiplash i got from seeing this all over my tl still makes my muscles spasmđ©
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username did the article say to not make unnecessary assumptions or did it not??!đ
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username pretending they never broke up for my sanity
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username throwing up and shaking trembling and hurling and screaming crying
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username it's literally the way mick coined the jewel/gem nickname for y/n before the rest of the world started calling her monĂ©gasque's pearl đ„șđ
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2021, Switzerland
"y/n? what are you doing down here?" corinna asks you, mildly taken aback to see you down at the kitchen just around midnight.
you look up from blankly staring at the keys of your laptop, evidently surprised to see the older woman standing just a few steps away from you. you didn't hear her footsteps or anything.
"just..." you trail off, grappling for an appropriate response as to why you were sitting in the dark, barely awake, in the middle of the night. "files," you lie, unconvincingly.
corinna hums, and you knew she was barely convinced by your pathetic excuse, but she had too much tact to call you out on your lie. she wasn't blind, or oblivious as the kids these days would say; though she was considerably older, she still understood the worries and anxieties of the young heart.
"it's very late, schatz." she chides gently, touching your shoulder. "you shouldn't be working this late, it's bad for you." her tone was heavily laden with a motherly lilt.
"stunts my growth," you utter softly, smiling at her. corinna chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheeks. "and you can't be miss universe if you're short."
"you trust me too much." you remark teasingly.
"you ought to take over the world, darling." corinna laughs softly. "now, are you up for some warm milk and some- what do you children call it? tea sharing?"
"close, you're well versed with today's lingo. should i tell uncle michael that he should be worried?"
"he should always be worried." she says seriously, which made you tip your head back to laugh. she smiles at you, fondness clear as a day. "that's how you keep them on their toes. never make them feel comfortable."
spending the break with mick and his family in their summer home in switzerland has been a tradition of sorts. and alongside your fairy tale like romance with the youngest of the schumacher's, you had also become incredibly close with the rest of his family.
corinna grabs two glasses and neatly places them on the counter, she opens the fridge to get the carton of milk and pours a generous amount to each glass. she swiftly pops it in the microwave, before turning and giving her sole attention to you.
"i'm happy to see you laugh again, schatz. suits you better."
"that's very accusatory. i have been laughing, and smiling all week." you insist, light heartedly.
"maybe so, but not as pretty and geniune as now." she replies, "is there anything wrong? is it mick?" her tone was heavy with concern, looking both distressed and dreading your confirmation. it could have been her son that was the cause of the shift in your demeanor.
you look down at your lap, feeling the tears prick at your eyes upon her overwhelming bout of concern she plainly wears on her face. it reminds you so much of your own mother, and of which, corinna has easily become a substitute for when maman wasn't around.
"it's nothing." you clear your throat, "he's wonderful. he always is." you tried to smile in fake cheer.
"that's good." she smiles softly, "i was just about to say, that he loves you. he tells me everyday, he tells his father; he tells everyone willing to listen how much he could not fathom how you ever came to be in his life," she narrates earnestly, emotion heavy on her voice, "and he'll spend every waking moment of it to do right by you. to make you proud."
you closed your eyes, trying to will the tears at bay. "he tells me everyday too," your voice shook with emotion, throat welling up with tears. "and i know he means it. i do. but heâ he never stops feeling like he constantly has to prove something, or be someone, or win everything." you weren't able to stop the tears, even as your eyes were closed. you finally open your eyes to see corinna's teary ones aswell, "and iâ if i am the cause of it, i don't... i no longer feel worthy of his love."
you physically, felt all weight of pretense leave your body; finally being able to put to words the emotions, and complex thoughts you've bottled up, in fear of speaking it into existence. your shoulders sank, your defenses crumbling, as you broke down into inconsolable tears, weeping at your hands.
you felt arms wrap around you, weading through the shame and guilt you felt at your admission. you'd expected corinna's blame, but you never counted on her consolation. she held you. sympathetic and kind, and gracious; and understanding.
"it will be okay, schatzi." she says in the strands of your hair, "it will be. i promise you."
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Spy x Family is BACK!! And chapter 95 was, dare I say, INCREDIBLE!! (spoilers below!)
I'm so glad we got a new chapter at last! And this one was absolutely one of my top favorites, especially because it was an Anya and Damian centered chapter, and I'm a huge Damianya shipper ;)
We start off with Becky remembering there's a Gala going on at Eden soon. And of course, she encourages to have Anya ask Damian to dance!
Poor Damian... Anya's cool demeanor when it comes to matters of the heart is no match for him, lol.
We then skip to the day of the gala, and I was absolutely IN LOVE with the way Endo designed everyone's outfits (especially my beautiful Damian in his little suit đ„°)
Anya had a very Cinderella, "belle of the ball" sort of entrance, and she looks gorgeous in her little dress! She's not wearing her hair accessories either, which I found interesting.
We also get this little scene of Martha and Henderson interacting. It seems they know each other pretty well. I wonder if they have any sort of past together?
The announcer says the classes are going to have a little "friendly competition" between them, the prize being able to enjoy the Imperial Scholars' lounge for a day. And of course, Damian gets a little too into it... I love him so much đ
Poor Anya. Damian's wrath sure is something... but he has a point after an answer like that đ
And we have a Loid appearance! He's dressed as a waiter again.
As the party goes on, Becky gets a whole crowd of admirers asking to dance with her. And in typical Becky fashion, she turns them down đ
Through the narration, we find out that the Eden party isn't just a class dance, but a chance to create political bonds with the other students. I wonder just how much of the friendliness between the students is genuine, and how much is fake...
It seems like both Damian and Anya are popular dance partners as well. The bus hijacking seems to have brought them quite a lot of popularity.
And we have some jealous Damian đ
I loved how Loid acted about Anya at this scene- not just about the snot (lol) but how open he is about having her dance with whoever she wants. He's such a great dad :)
I do have to say though, that snot comment was a little savage đ
We close off the chapter with Emile and Ewen having all of Damian's prospective dance partners line up to pass a series of tests to prove their worthiness.
And both father and daughter are ready to take them on!
I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. I love Eden Academy centered arcs đ
Chapter 96 comes out in two weeks, everyone! Stay tuned!
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How Many Kids Do They Want? LoTR Edition
This is just a headcanon set I like to think about because I love little ones & think all of the characters would make great parents in their own way đ„° I definitely am going to expand on this in the future but for now enjoy!
Aragorn
He wants to bring a life into the world, but only under good circumstances. When the time comes, he favors a small family he can focus on- one child is enough for him. As much attention as he can possibly give goes to his little one that way, no resentment, no competition, all of the time in Aragornâs world to spend with those dearest. Despite the pressure to have a son, he is happy to have either a son or a daughter as long as they are happy and healthy and provided for. Aragornâs child will grow up with an amazing guide to do what is right and care for their friends and family, not to mention learning Elvish and many skills to survive outdoors if need ever arises.
Legolas
Open-minded for sure, but I think he actually leans toward a larger family. No extreme amount, but four or five sounds good to him! Legolas is very caring, patient, and even has a playful side that all lend well to spending time with wee ones. No strong preference on sons or daughters, Legolas cares more for smiling faces and fair hearts. He pretends to be competitive with his children to motivate them, but always caves and lets them win in the end! Theyâll all become amazing archers if he has anything to say about it.
Boromir
Having a big family warms Boromir's heart. He wants to be different from his father, carve out space for each and every child individually. Having a big family shows in his mind how much he loves his spouse and can provide for everyone, too. Boromir is definitely the type of dad whose children just come barreling toward the door upon his return home, rocketing into his arms as he manages to catch them all! If you ask him, Boromir's ideal family size would be four or five children. He loves the idea of having a son or sons to train up, but really doesn't want to miss out on having beautiful daughters too, so his hope is for a mix of both. Constantly encouraging his sons and praising every achievement at their passions. The girls are ladies of Gondor and nothing shall take that from them, least of all their father, who is always joining their tea parties and letting them take turns as queens knighting him and each other.
Gimli
Dwarves tend to have smaller families, whether that is by choice or happenstance. Gimli enjoys the idea of having three children, a moderate amount, and of course he really would love a son. He wants a mini-me as they say, a small reflection of himself to share all his favorite things with and teach to defend all that is important to him. Daughters are less common among his people, thus of course they are of great value and would be a blessing were he to have any as well. Gimli would constantly be hyping them up and reminding them that they are worth so much, any man in their life had better treat them so or else!
Frodo
If he were to have children, Frodo favors a smaller family. Growing up, it was just him and his uncle for as long as he remembered, and he likes the idea of being able to focus more on his child. Thus, his perfect family size if you ask is simply one or two children. In his mind thereâs something about having a son, perhaps a mirror to his own youth or someone to impart his lessons into in the sense that feels most traditional to his family dynamic, but the idea of having one of each makes him so happy- Frodoâs little girl would have him wrapped around her finger!
Sam
I know I said at one point Sam only wants like three but thatâs because I didnât realize he canonically has so many forgive me. We all know Sam loves the idea of having a big family! Canonically heâs even down to have thirteen children, but of course he is fine with a smaller number too. Just definitely more than one, at least three or four. Sam has so much love to give and he adores bringing life into the world and nurturing it more than anything. Every little one is their own unique person he loves to foster and dote on. He wants some of each of course, but just loves the idea of having little girls especially!
Merry
Really wants one of each. His family will feel like a full package that way and he wants every type of experience he can have, walking a daughter down to her wedding and letting her dress him up and playing games with his son. Teaching both of them how to stand up and fight for themselves, of course! Merry is so the type who wants a mini version of both him and his spouse if he can have it. Would make so many jokes about the little clones and just melt for the child who looks like his partner. Regardless of who she looks like, his little girl has his exact smile and you'll always catch them making it at each other before the next moment of teasing and mischief!
Pippin
Wants so many kids. Five to ten, no problem. Numbers arenât his concern so long as he can be involved with each and every one of them. Just the type who wants his family to be a small army! Definitely wants to experience having sons and daughters, but statistically heâs going to anyway at his rate! So good at getting down to their level and having the greatest time with them, but also showering them with love and calming words and learning their needs by actually listening. Just Pippin and his little army of fellow neurodivergent sweethearts all with different passions and gifts and special interests.
Faramir
Willing to concede to his partner especially if thatâs who actually bears the children. Faramir adores the idea of having a family, of doing everything differently than he experienced, of pouring true love and respect into a little soul doing their best, and that is where his happiness truly lies. A part of him likes the idea of having two sons as full atonement for his and Boromirâs difficult childhood, but even one would make him happy. He is so patient at explaining things to a young mind and his optimism comes out all the more when spending time with a little one- all the worldâs beauty is that much brighter!
Eomer
Big family! More than a number he dreams of a boisterous, active home where no one is ever lonely. A warm hearth and the voices of children nearly ever-present. His heart swells as he imagines having one in each hand and plenty more all around him. Eomer, for whatever reason, has the number six in his head. Of course he wants sons, sons to train as fine riders and fighters, but his sister has proved to him that that future is not lost on Rohanâs maid either. He would be so much softer, gentler with his daughter(s), still showing her things like how to shoot an arrow or how he sharpens his blades but with greater care. Gathering everyone for story time is one of Eomerâs greatest delights.
Haldir
For much of his life, Haldir did not think about children, was uncertain that was a future he would even attain. Thus, as the time approaches for consideration he realizes he simply feels blessed by the prospect and is very willing to listen to his partner about their wishes. Granted, he does not wish to live beyond his means or in a way that he could not provide for all he needs to, but in general he is open. The beauty of LothlĂłrien grows with every new addition, every fair member of elfkind so he is happy with boy(s) or girl(s). He would teach his daughter(s) to walk with grace and uphold their ancient strength and remind his son(s) that honor and respect must center all their actions.
Eowyn
Traditional housewife âdutiesâ were never her desire. Thus, she does not want a large family, though the idea of raising a little life with her partner makes her happy. She only wants one child, maybe two so they can play together, and her family will feel complete. Any child(ren) of hers will surely be active, so she and her spouse will have their hands full with whoever! Strength is a matter of the heart, and Eowyn will raise a strong family no matter if they are male or female. She loves the idea of having a daughter or daughters to share her stories and triumphs with, though- future Shieldmaidens of Rohan!
Arwen
She wants to be able to focus on her family, so ideally not a huge one. Carrying on her legacy and having someone to care for with her partner, a living breathing proof of their love and commitment, is the most important part. She has never been too particular about if the child is a boy or a girl, just that she wants to be there for them and a calming, loving presence in their life as much as possible. So good at holding and reassuring them itâs like magic.
Elrond
Elrond is patient, steady, and he likes to take his time both with his children and between having them. He is happy with a smaller or average-sized family, two or three children. That way he can spend his time, care, wisdom, on them all and lavish Rivendellâs resources on them in different ways. Perhaps they are interested in the rich history, the weapons of old, the art, textiles, the sheer natural beauty of the location. Whatever it may be, he will offer it to them so long as they use it well and with respect. It appeals to him to have one of each, but we all know he would have a soft spot for his daughter!
Lindir
All I can picture is twin dad Lindir. Donât ask me why, all I know is this man elf has his hands full with a baby on each side. Exasperated but lovingly shaking his head as the two identical little elves/half-elves try to convince him they are their sibling again! Or even having one of each on one fell swoop, teaching them both their favored instrument and singing with them! Lindir doesn't mind so much whether he is to have sons, daughters, each, so long as his children have the finest things in life and know that he shall always give them what he can.
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Misguided Messages
Summary: Y/Nâs ex canât handle the fact that she moved on from him and sheâs happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you donât ever threaten his girl.
Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint
đŒ/đ: AAAAHHHHH, Iâm doing it! Iâm finally posting an imagineđ„łđ I hope you guys love it! Itâs definitely not perfect, and Iâve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!𧥠I would never have posted this if it wasnât for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!đ„°đ§Ąđ€
Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.
You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.
But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.
He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.
She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.
But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.
It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.
There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.
Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.
The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.
"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two.Â
Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.
Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.
He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"
"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"
Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.
So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"
"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"
Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.
He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"
After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.
But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.
"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"
"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.
She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.
"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.
"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.
He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"
"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.
Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.
"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm all good dad" he replies.
"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"
"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"
"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"
"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.
"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.
Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-
"I'd love to!"
His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"
"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.
"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.
Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"
They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"
"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"
Before Hook can respond his music hits.
"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"
He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.
Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.
Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.
Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.
He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.
Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.
Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.
He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.
"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.
He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.
Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.
And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.
His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.
She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.
He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.
He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.
She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.
Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.
Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.
At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.
"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.
Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"
Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"
"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"
Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.
"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.
But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.
Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.
Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.
Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.
Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and thatâs when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.
The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.
But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.
Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.
She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.
"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.
Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.
But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.
The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.
Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.
Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.
But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"
Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.
"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.
Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.
Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"
Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.
"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.
Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.
But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.
Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.
He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.
QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.
Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.
Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"
"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.
Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.
He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.
Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.
Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.
Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.
But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"
She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.
But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.
He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.
"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.
"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.
"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.
"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.
"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"
"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.
Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.
Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.
"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"
Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.
"I'm not!" QT insists. "So Iâm just gonna get right to it. Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"
QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.
Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.
"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.
But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.
But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.
She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.
Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.
But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.
Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.
"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.
"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.
"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.
Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.
"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.
Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"
Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.
He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"
He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"
"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"
Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.
Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"
Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.
Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.
Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.
She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.
But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.
But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.
"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.
"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"
"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"
"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.
Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"
"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.
"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"
"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.
"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"
Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.
"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"
With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.
"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.
Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"
"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.
"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"
"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.
"No! Please don't!â Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"
Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"
It didn't take very long for him to do just that.
But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.
Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.
It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.
They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.
"Hey Y/N"
"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"
Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.
"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.
But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.
And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"
"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"
"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"
"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.
Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.
"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew.Â
Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.
Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"
And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.
Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.
Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.
He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.
"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.
Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.
When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.
Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"
"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"
"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"
"He's an ex" Y/N answers.
Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"
Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"
"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"
"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"
Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.
When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.
That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.
He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.
Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.
It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.
So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.
But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.
Like right now.
Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.
But then Y/N's phone started ringing.
Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.
He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"
Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.
Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.
Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.
But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her.Â
He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"
Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"
Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?
Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"
"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"
"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.
"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.
Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"
"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.
"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"
Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."
Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"
"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"
Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.
Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.
He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"
Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"
Hook smiles softly before nodding.
He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.
"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.
"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.
The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.
A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.
Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.
She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.
But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.
Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.
The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.
"Ty!" Y/N called.
Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"
She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.
Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.
He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"
Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"
With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.
He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.
Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.
But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.
When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.
She gets dressed and started on her makeup.
But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.
"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.
"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.
"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.
"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.
The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.
"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.
"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.
"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.
Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.
But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.
"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.
Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.
"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"
"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.
Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.
Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"
Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.
"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"
Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"
"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.
"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.
"You didn't look at your phone?"
Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.
And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.
You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.
Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.
She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.
Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.
But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.
She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"
"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"
"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.
Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"
Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"
Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.
She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.
He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.
Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.
Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"
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How about a Hualian x calamity!reader oneshot? Maybe HC and reader know each other already and pursue XL together? Idk, love your writing tho!
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Hua Cheng x calamity!reader x Xie Lian
So sorry it took a while, I had strep these past few days but I feel good now so ty for being patient with me đđ€đ€
I tried to make it vague enough to where you can input your guy's own character in there đ„°đ
I hope it isn't too short, and if you can't tell I pulled some make believe facts out of my ass. Have to change the story up a little bit
Spoilers Below!!!
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Everyone talks about the four calamities, but recently all three realms have been talking about a fifth one. Another terrifying, devastation level calamity. Because that's all the heavenly officials, someone else to worry about.
That's your bad, woops. It's not like it was on purpose. Maybe. It's not like it was your fault. Really! They should have known by now but your crimes and deeds have been hidden behind Crimson rain's for so long, everyone has thought there were only four calamities. Now, with so much activity from Hua Cheng it's impossible to hide behind him. Oh well.
Now you get your own title, lore, rumors and all that nice stuff since everyone knows you now. It's crazy how fast words spread.
You've always been here, in fact you and Hua Cheng appeared one right after the other. So of course with such a close timeline one of you was going to overshadow the other. Not that you have a problem with this.
Surprisingly you and Hua Cheng know each other well. You met a long, long time ago and have been friends ever since. Since you're such close friends. Why not live in paradise manor together, why not rule a ghost city together too? The two of you really are glued to each other's side.
The base of your friendship? Xie Lian. Now of course it's more than that. You're both dead, both calamities, both know Xie Lian, would do anything for Xie Lian, both knew Xie Lian. . .
You guys still hold affections for one another though so it's okay. And the best thing? I lied. You guys aren't friends at all. After hundreds of years of knowing each other you and Hua Cheng have seen the absolute worst in one another. You still stayed. He still stayed. Just because you guys are lovers doesn't mean that you're going to stop pursuing Xie Lian either. There's nothing wrong with three.
Now the second best thing is that none of you harbor jealousy against the other because usually you guys are side by side like Siamese cats causing trouble.
Very often the two of you gang up to pursue Xie Lian together. You guys even bully heavenly officials together. It's all a part of the fun.
So when Xie Lian initially hears about one ghost? He meets two. Like, okay so he has two calamity body guards. Neat. The same goes as follows. Just when he thought he only had to deal with one smart mouth, it's two. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are very annoyed by this but Xie Lian finds it endearing.
It's actually very nice. He used to have two people by his side, but then the trio was separated. Now he has two people by his side again and he doubts that you two will be leaving anytime soon.
Though, since you're actually a known calamity now the stories and details change up a little bit. Xie Lian can click a few more pieces of the puzzle together.
I mean how do you think Hua Cheng got so good in bed, he wasn't practicing on statues alone. How did Hua Cheng get his smooth, suave, attitude? That'd be you too. You had to encourage him to actually make a move on his precious dianxia instead of seeing him act like a blushing maiden anytime Xie Lian looks at him.
Not that you can speak differently on that one. You've always been there through Hua Cheng's worse and. . . worser. You're both awfully silly. Silly enough to give Xie Lian your ashes one random day.
When Xie Lian woke up with a ring of ashes around his neck? Pause. One ring? Isn't one missing? There's two of you. Hua Cheng and you so, where are your ashes.
He's absolutely delighted and curious when he finds out the two of your ashes are mixed. He finds it endearing the two of you trust each other that much and are so close. That's how he learned the two of you were lovers.
Because that's a big risk, a big promise. To mix your ashes and give it to one person. If Hua Cheng goes, you go too. If you go, Hua Cheng goes too. Which on a usual note would never happen.
Hua Cheng breaking Xie Lian's shackles is not a usual note though. He's devastated when not only one of his lovers fades away into a flock of butterflies but when his other lover does too.
The two of you would never leave him alone though, not with that ring around his neck. He knew you two would come back and you both did. Hand in hand, running to Xie Lian excitedly. The two of you would never have to disappear like that again.
Xie Lian doesn't mind that there's two of you. he has two hands, more the merrier. He's happy and loved. Isn't that all that matters?
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I thought this new ashes idea of mine was cute so đ„°đ I hope you guys find it cute too
Sorry about grammar mistakes
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It's finally time! I present to you my latest Bagginshield fic, created in collaboration with the @thorinsspringforge! I highly encourage everyone to check out the other amazing Thorin-centric works that just dropped from the collection! The link for that is HERE.
I want to thank @lordoftherazzles for making this amazing banner for me, as well as my lovely artist @rajirani, who chose my fic out of the lineup and who made the stunning art you will find both in the fic and the banner. You have no idea how excited I am to share this with you all, and I hope you enjoy! đ„°
The Burden Of Choice (Bagginshield, 56k, E)
Summary:
Thorin Oakenshield is the crown prince of one of the strongest kingdoms in Middle Earth, but in the last year, the kingdom has struggled to keep its place among the ruling powers of the land. Erebor was held under vicious siege for over a year as the dragon Smaug terrorised the land and all but wiped out the nearby human settlement of Dale. Eventually, the dwarves were victorious, but it was at the cost of many of their own, including Thorinâs father and youngest brother. They were left with a charred and decimated land. Since then, no crops could be persuaded to grow in the dragon's desolation. With tariffs from the elves climbing higher every year, King Thror is left with little choice but to secure an alliance with another race through the bonds of marriage.
Thorin plans to make a run for it the night before he is forced to marry a foreign Lord. In his attempt, he runs right into Bilbo, doing the same thing.
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Hello! I know I just requested something else, but I also have another request if you're up for it đ„° How about all of the companies with a s/o who's really short and wears a lot of layers but it's later revealed that they're absolutely ripped and ridiculously muscular but nobody would have expected it? I think it'd be hilarious to see everyone go "Holy cow you could crush my head if you wanted to đŻ"
Thank you so much again!!
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How would they react to a Tav who wears a lot of layers but is secretly ripped
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: ÍÌâ ASTARION
âSo youâre telling me the little garden gnome could have manhandled half of us if they wanted to? Gods. Am I to be thanking you for sparing me and my pretty skin unscathed all this time?â
Probably the one making fun of your height and holding things up above you so you couldn't reach them.
He didn't really see you as anything he should be threatened by so he figured he could get away with a lot.
Besides you never really tried to fight back most of the time so he found his own little source of entertainment with his playful little jabs at you.
Was very much startled when you shook those layers off to reveal your muscular frame, he didn't expect it at all. You didn't even look strong in his eyes, until now at least.
Suddenly heâs wondering why you haven't once tried to punch him in the face after the amount of times he's poked fun at you.
Do not punch his face though (0/10) would not recommend, he bites.
Questions why you even bother to hiding yourself in layers upon layers of clothing? Is it some sort of deceptive tactic he wasn't aware of? (It probably wasn't but heâs appalled that youâd even hide something like this).
Other than that, he's impressed. Who knew you were hiding your own raw strength behind layers of clothing? Quite the sight for sore eyes if he does say so himself.
Encourages you to show it off more often, who needs all those rags when you have such an impressive build?
: ÍÌâ WYLL
âHells, to think that behind all those rags was the body of a true warrior! Safe to say that Iâll never be doubting your abilities again.â
Truthfully found you rather adorable since you were considered the shortest among the rest of your travelling companions.
You seemed harmless enough, but, he never once believed that you were completely fragile because of it.
However, there were times when heâd often do tasks that you knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself over the fact that he was unaware of your true strength.
There have been a lot of times when he jumped in front of you during battles, worried that you couldn't handle it yourself.
However, the shock that appeared on his face once all those layers were shaken off was priceless.
He might have been a little bit embarrassed as well seeing as how he might have underestimated you a tad bit which knew could be quite undermining on your end.
Immediately voices his initial surprise and how amazed he is that you seem to look as fit if not even more so than him.
You look amazing! And he wishes you could leave all the layers more often if it's something you are comfortable with of course.
You knew he was already quite fond of you but now wistful glances from him would come as often as possible in pure admiration of your raw strength. Safe to say heâd never be underestimating your capabilities again.
: ÍÌâ GALE
âIt seems that until now, I find myself learning new information about you⊠though, I must say, you possessing a rather athletically built figure wasn't one of them. Not to say I donât appreciate the way you look.â
Wasn't quite sure why you were wearing that many layers of clothing. The weather was already relatively hot and still, you insisted on wearing such things.
I mean, as long as you are comfortable and happy with them he didn't seem all too bothered by it.
Found you endearing in his own way, seeing as he would often find himself craning his neck or having to bend his body to meet your eye level but it made it all the more amusing for him.
Similar to Wyll, he found himself underestimating your true abilities as you truly appeared harmless in his eyes. Sure, if you had to kill a goblin for your own survival you would but you didn't exactly give off brutish vibes.
Even so, that never made him find your company any less enjoyable.
Though, he was quite startled when your true form was revealed, and all those extra layers of clothing were taken off from you. He wasn't even sure if he was looking at the right person.
One moment you appeared as innocent and delicate as could be only for you to actually have the body of someone who's probably more physically capable than him.
You've probably given him another reason as to why he admires you all too much. The new look on you is a tad bit distracting for him and Gale can't manage to hide how smitten he is for the life of him.
If anything, now youâre all the more distracting to him, and it takes him a while to break out of that haze he's put himself in.
: ÍÌâ KARLACH
âFucking hell, all the things I could have known about you but I never thought it would be this! Youâre absolutely ripped! A badass body for one of the coolest people I know.â
Was practically squealing from how adorable you looked, especially in comparison to her towering height. You were like a little puppy in her eyes.
She couldn't understand why youâd wear so many layers of clothing, it's not like it was cold, and she knew that if she were to try that herself sheâd feel uncomfortable as all hell.
But she won't press on it, as long as you are okay with it then wear as much as you wish.
The moment she was able to touch you, she was off carrying you around. She had wanted to pick you up for the longest time but she didn't understand why you felt slightly heavier than she thought you would be.
Perhaps it's all the extra layers of clothing? Either way, she didn't care. As long as she got to mess around with her favorite travel companion then what the hell.
Freaked out the moment you actually revealed how ripped you are beneath all the rags. You were practically as muscular as her.
It only seemed to excite her more because now she's fawning over how amazing you look and what you did to make your body look like this.
You've only grown to be ten times more awesome in her eyes and to see you use your true strength makes her swoon. She couldn't have chosen a better companion to have alongside her.
Suddenly the extra weight she felt carrying you made a lot more sense. Not that sheâll ever complain. Even with the newfound information, sheâll never stop lifting you up in her arms for the fun of it.
: ÍÌâ SHADOWHEART
âI suppose there's more to be known about you, isn't there? I was not expecting you to be as fit as you are but I can't say it isn't something Iâd find myself grow tired of seeing.â
She didn't think much about the extra layers of clothing you wore other than it being for comfort or aesthetics. She's not one to care much for it.
You've been a helpful and valuable member of the group thus far, she saw no reason to underestimate you even in terms of strength.
It was rather amusing to have you around as a much shorter companion than her.
It wasn't something she ever mentioned or poked fun of but the coy little smile on her face revealed just how much she found the height difference amusing.
She was pleasantly surprised the moment you revealed just how muscular you truly are, even with her insight she never would have expected it.
Regardless, she's impressed with your stature, knowing that obtaining such a form would have taken a long time to have.
With or without all the layers, she still thinks youâre pleasing in her eyes, and whether you choose to use that undeniable strength is all up to you.
Though, she will take a moment to admire you while she can. Sheâd never force you to quit using layers of clothing but looking at you when youâre like this has its own appeal.
: ÍÌâ LAEâZEL
âJust when I thought weâd have to eliminate you for your lack of use. Chk, perhaps I was wrong about you, istik. Consider my blade unsheathed for now.â
Practically disregarded you at first. You seemed so weak in her eyes that she wasn't even sure what assistance youâd provide for her.
She finds the layers upon layers of clothing unnecessary and it isn't practical when charging into battle. She's told you to leave it multiple times to your dismay.
Unless you have done something to prove that you are fairly capable of handling your own battles, she's very blunt about how incapable you seem to her.
It's even worse if youâre short cause she just has more aspects of you to undermine you with.
Sheâll come off as really mean but that's mostly due to how she was raised. She can easily spot disadvantages and she won't hesitate to point out each one, especially if you two aren't close.
Was genuinely shocked to see you without the layers and what your true strength truly holds. She would have taken all those demeaning words the moment you've proved yourself.
Besides, seeing you in your true glory probably woke something up in her.
She's infatuated by strong, powerful warriors and seems that you fit the bill.
You were everything she thought you weren't and sheâd come to realize just how wrong about you she was. You could have probably even sparred against her if only she had given you the proper chance.
Sheâd come around to actually apologizing for her earlier jabs at you sooner or later but she truly has gained a newfound respect for you. Youâll never find her insulting you again.
: ÍÌâ HALSIN
âYouâre full of surprises, aren't you? Perhaps you never truly needed my protection, you've been blessed with a body that Iâm certain nature itself worked tirelessly to perfect. However, I stand at your side in case you wish for any assistance.â
Thought nothing much of your extra layers of clothing. If anything it made you look all the more adorable in his eyes.
You could tell he was already enamored by you every time you had to look up to him to speak, the smile on his face never seemed to have disappeared.
He was probably extra protective of you under the assumption that you weren't as strong as the rest. Not that it was something he considered to be bad, but he wanted to make sure you wouldn't get hurt.
Heâd end up doing most of the fighting for you, insisting that he's got it handled even though you knew you were capable of fighting the rest off yourself.
Regardless, it wasn't unpleasant to have Halsin come in to protect you despite your capabilities, it showed how much he cared.
He was startled when you showed your body beneath all the layers of clothing, even having to take a few seconds to stare as if he couldn't believe it.
This only seemed to make him all the more interested in you now that his eyes managed to catch a glimpse of the skin underneath all those rags, it was a sight that he would have imprinted into his mind.
Nevertheless, he will never underestimate you again but heâll always be there in case you still wish for his protection. He could never say no to you.
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HIIIIII [first I wanna say that I love your work so much and am so happy to meet an atiny/carat writer! I hope we can become moots!]
I do have a request and it is: ateez reacting to s.o kissing their neck
take your time, and good luck with all of ur work, fighting!!
YES WE SO CAN!!! đ„° Thank you so much for the encouragement love! I hope you love this reaction đ
Ateez Reaction to S/O Kissing Their Neck
I'll give this my classic rating but up it for this one⊠đ€đ»đ€đ» suggestive hehe đđđ
Hongjoong
You couldn't take the way his eyes devoured you, treasured you, any more. Inhaling, you quickly shut the space between you and Hongjoong, all the lightning tension between you arcing into your joined lips as his grip on your hip tightened. It was a short but passionate kiss, one that had Hongjoong giving you a smile of pleasant surprise afterward.
"Oh?"
"Yep," you replied, "and I'm just getting started."
Pecking his lips several times, you migrated from their softness to trace the beautiful structure of his face, outlining his cheekbone and down to his jaw with your lips.
He gave an exasperated chuckle. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he said even as he tilted his head to grant you access, smiling impishly down at you.
"Maybe I get something out of this, too," you teased back, kisses resuming in full swing, this time down his neck and into the territory availed to you by his partially-unbuttoned shirt.
"Alright, but anything you're giving me, I'm going to pay back double," Hongjoong tells you with a grin that sends shivers down your spine as you part from his chest to gaze at him.
"H-how are you going to do that?" You faltered slightly underneath that intense gaze you loved so much.
"Let's just say," his lips curl up even further, the hand on your hip drawing light circles, "by the time I'm done, everyone will know you're mine."
Seonghwa
Seonghwa is in the kitchen standing over a mixing bowl of batter when he feels arms snake around his waist and lips against his neck.
He giggles deeply. "That better be (y/n)," he teases.
Your hands nudge his sides, prompting him to set the spoon in his hand down and turn to face you, smiling at the loving expression on your face. His hands wrap around you, too, both of you standing in an embrace against the counter.
âItâs my lucky day,â he keeps joking, leaning down to brush your nose with his, âit is you. My (y/n).â
You smile at the pet name, moving your hands to fall around his neck, which you press one more quick kiss to. âAlways.â
He leans down, kisses your forehead first before moving to your cheek, then pecking your lips several times, smiling and exhaling little chuckles against them as you leaned forward for more.
âI have to finish up here! Want to help me?â
You nod, lowering your hands to back hug him again.
âAlright,â he shakes his head fondly at your clinginess, âhelp me stir, then the real work begins.â He reaches to his waist, taking hold of your hands, placing the spoon in your dominant one and using it to mix the batter as he kept seasoning it.
After that, you dedicated yourself to actual tasks, but each time you passed Seonghwa by, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks or neck, enjoying the surprise and wide, almost childlike smile of joy that crossed his face every single time.
Yunho
It's not like you don't want to do it, frankly, but you mainly want to get Yunho's attention. You're sinking into couch cushions, sunlight lazily filters through the blinds, and Yunho is playing some video game or another. You stopped paying attention, instead visually tracing his focused side profile, eyes drinking in every shift and narrow of his own, the way his thumbs dart over the controller.
Watching your boyfriend play doesnât bother you, but you are getting a bit bored. He isnât always granted a surplus of free time, after all, & the most selfish voice of your mind is vying for the argument that he should spend it with you. Instead of whining, though, which you have the sense to realize no one enjoys, you simply scoot in closer, cushions creaking faintly beneath you, and gently run your fingers over Yunhoâs jawline, pulling close enough to press your lips to his neck. As badly as you want his lips on yours, interrupting a manâs game is never a good idea.
He tenses a bit beneath your touch, breaths coming a little faster. âWh- what are you doing?â He asks.
You press a few more kisses, moving a bit lower each time. âI donât know, youâre playing your game, I just want to appreciate you.â
âMaybe when Iâm done with this round-â
âMaybe when youâre done with this roundâŠâ
You both spoke at the same time. Giggling into his neck, you get closer still, legs pressed against his as he gave a few giggles of his own.
âMaybe what?â You ask, tilting your head so that heâs almost forced to face you.
âJust wait and see,â he smiles, leaning forward to place a quick peck to your lips before his focus returns to the screen.
Yeosang
You and Yeosang were on the couch, both of you on your backs, your head resting over his heart. Neither of you had spoken for a bit, just enjoying the small sunbeams filtering in through the window as you played gently with Yeosangâs hand that was slung over you.
On a whim you turned slightly, careful that your hip wouldnât dig into him, and leaned up just a little bit higher, your head reaching the crook of Yesosangâs neck. Your lips fell into place, ghosting over his skin at first, but when you felt him shift a bit beneath you, clearly starting a little at the sudden warmth, it spurred you on.
This time, you kissed him unabashedly, giving the exposed skin long, slow appreciation. Drawing out every motion you possibly could. Your hand that was playing with his gave it a little squeeze.
âWhatâs this?â Yeosang asks, eyes wide and sounding a bit flustered.
You canât help but giggle at the pure and wholesome man you love so much. âYou mean you donât know?â You reply.
âWell, ah, I meanâŠâ He stutters as you place the longest, most lingering kiss yet at the very base of his throat, a small gasp escaping with the trailed-off words.
You lift yourself up on your elbows, pulling up still so your heads are in line and sparing your boyfriend, just rubbing your noses together with a smile. âDonât worry about it,â you tell him, starting to lay back down, but his hand catches yours.
âNo,â he says, gaze following yours down, âplease continue.â
San
âSannie, no!â You giggle, running away from your boyfriend, with whom you are currently locked in a playful chase along the grass.
Heâs proudly brandishing a water gun, smug grin more than evident on his face as he barrels toward you. âSannie, yes!â
âNo!â You exclaim, turning on your heels and running around a garden wall, stopping to catch a few shaking, laughing breaths.
Youâd tossed a water balloon at him, your entire arsenal, and now San sees fit to get you back for it. His revenge is quite disproportionate in your eyes, for even with as warm as it was you arenât exactly in the mood to get soaked.
San is close; the grass rustles and he whispers âIâm gonna get you!â
âNot today!â You shout back, peeling out from around the wall and back towards those of the house, bare feet padding against the soft green grass.
San quickly catches up, giggling as he backs you into a corner, raising the blue and green plastic abomination in his hand. Itâs going to take a massive trump card to escape this oneâŠor maybe youâre overthinking it.
Stepping forward in the little space you have left, you reach your arms around San, hands gently running up and down his back. His smug expression immediately begins softening, the gorgeous soft eyes you love on him starting to pop out. With a smile, you lean in to give his neck a few kisses, feeling him crane to open up more as you do so. Heâs warm beneath your touch, pulse pounding from all the running; you kiss right over the pulse point, wondering if you can make it go even faster.
Before you can wonder much more San is sweeping you into his arms, booping your nose and telling you how cute you are before yanking you into his lips. One hand holds you, the other reaches up into your hair, and as your lips move against his you slide Sanâs offending water rifle closer to you with your foot, stepping down on it as hard as you can. San trails kisses of his own down your neck before peppering your cheeks, expression melting at the fact that you initiated affection.
When you finally separate, San ruffles your hair and giggles. You step back a bit, holding up your contraband water rifle. âSo, truce then?â
Mingi
"I can be cool!" You protested against Mingi's teasing. You know he thinks you're the coolest person alive, but you and your boyfriend had gotten into a playful debate on if you could be a rapper.
"Oh, yeah? Prove it, then," Mingi shot back with a grin.
"Ok, fine," you all but pouted, "I will."
Giving him a light shove, you watched him stumble back a little, taking the opportunity to lead him a couple more steps until his back hit the wall. Leaning forward, you rested your left palm against it at his side, eyes traveling up to his in the best approximation of the classic pose as you could attempt. Mingi's jaw dropped a bit, raising the corners of your lips in a satisfied smile. You leaned up and placed a kiss to his neck.
"See? I can do the bad boy pose. I'm cool," you say as you start to walk off.
Mingi's hand catches your left hand as it peels from the wall, though, and you feel the tug, turning back to face him with a tilt of your head. He's looking at you with doe eyes, his buggy expression of surprise fading to affection.
"You are cool, but don't take my job," he says.
You giggle, and he reels you back into his chest, your hand falling there as his that isn't holding yours rests on your back, bringing you forward into an electrifying kiss. You feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way his hand lightly squeezes and plays with yours as your lips move in sync. You trap Mingi again as he pulls away, this time not against the wall, but with his forehead against yours.
"You have nothing to worry about, my cool guy."
Wooyoung
It was all impulse, really. Wooyoung was teaching you a couplesâ dance he wanted to try, and frankly it was quiteâŠintimate. A bit Latin-inspired, it had some close moves that reminded you of the tango followed by him pulling you close. When he did that, he also rolled his head back, exposing the skin of his neck and making that much more of a show from his quite notably unbuttoned black shirt.
Wooyoung viewed his body as part of the art and you couldnât help but agree. The third time you practiced getting swept into his arms, his head rolling away as you were held against the warmth of his chest, his heart hammering beneath you, you leaned forward, your lips finding his throat like they were magnetized there.
You felt him give a deep hum beneath you as he, rather than step into the sequence's next move, immediately slid both of his hands to be flush around your waist. When you pulled away slightly, Wooyoung attacked, his own lips latching onto the spot above your collarbone. His hips angled, drifting forward until they were fully flush against yours.
"So this is what you want, huh?"
"Well," you teased, voice low as Wooyoungâs lips traveled down and then back up, âseems like you do too."
"Of course," he agreed as he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, "why would I not?"
Jongho
It was one of your greatest joys in life to have such a sensible, loving boyfriend at your side. However, he wasnât the most into physical touch, at least not nearly as much as you were. Sometimes Jongho just needed some encouragement.
He lay at your side, half under the sheets and half out, just plaintively staring at the ceiling as he rested on his back, not one part of him touching you. You felt your lips fall into a pout, wishing he would cuddle with you now that your bedtime conversation had ceased, dreamy words subsiding in favor of that near-sleep contemplative state.
You knew part of it was that he didnât want to overstep boundaries, didnât want to disturb you. But if that was the case, you considered as you shifted in the sheets, mattress creaking a bit beneath your motion, it was your job to show him he would not be disturbing you in the slightest. And you knew exactly what would flip Jonghoâs affection switch.
Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck and kissing him before he could protest or question the sudden gesture. Sure enough, you felt Jongho relax, firm muscles melting still after a momentary freeze. As you nuzzled in, lips still traveling, he tilted his head, giving you greater access, and you smiled. Jackpot.
Jongho loved it when you kissed his neck, and you sure didn't mind taking advantage of that fact, especially right then. He flipped over from his back to his side, suddenly facing you, those big beautiful eyes you loved staring intently.
"Why this all of a sudden?"
"Because I love you," you replied, eyelashes fluttering.
"Well, let me return the favor, too," he told you, propping his head up with one hand.
You couldn't resist a smile as he pulled you closer.
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this is actually so hard for me because do i want san or do i want woo but guess what i will go with the wooyo đ„°đ„°
sOOOO i really need some floof with wooyoung, maybe some college bf woo cause he sounds very slay đ„ take your time with it my dear and good luck đ„°
Thank you so much for requesting Chip! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (P.S. Requests are open until 11:59 p.m. PST today!) @nebulousbrainsoup I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG YOU FOR BETA-ING THIS. THANK YOU. ILY.
ê„đđ§ (SYNOPSIS): Fluffy college!bf wooyo headcanons!
ê„đđ§ (PAIRING) non-idol!Wooyoung x gn!Reader
ê„đđ§ (WARNINGS) Lots of FLUFF. Mentions of eating. Mentions of uni being stressful. lmk if I am missing something.
ê„đđ§ (WORD COUNT) 775
â You and Wooyoung first met during your freshman year at college. No one wouldâve expected your path to cross, especially considering that you were a STEM major while Wooyoung was a dance major. But, on the first day of a general education class, you found yourselves seated next to each other, and a casual conversation soon turned into animated discussions about the creative aspects of your respective fields.
â Wooyoungâs infectious laughter and humor quickly won you over, and you couldnât help but admire his passionate approach to dance and art. Likewise, he was captivated by your intelligence and curiosity, and the way you treated everyone with kindness.
â As the semester progressed, you and Wooyoung became study partners, helping each other with your assignments and offering different perspectives on the course material. And even after the semester finished, the two of you remained friends, hanging out with each other whenever you had the time to.
â One evening, as you were working on a particularly challenging project for your class, Wooyoung decided to surprise you with a homemade dinner. He knew how stressed you were and wanted to lighten the mood. The dinner in your dorm room marked the beginning of your relationship.
â One thing that has remained consistent throughout your relationship is Wooyoung waking up a little earlier than you, tiptoeing into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of you, often playing soft music in the background. Itâs usually something simple but made with love, like a heart-shaped pancake with a dollop of your favorite jam, or a sweet note by your coffee, expressing his love and wishing you a great day.
â Wooyoung also loves to randomly drag you into impromptu dance sessions, even if it's in the middle of your living room or the kitchen. Even if you donât know how to dance, he patiently teaches you basic dance moves, guiding your steps until you get the hang of the moves. Sometimes, he dances goofily and encourages you to do the same, both of you dancing to the music while your laughter fills the room.
â He knows when youâre stressed about your classes, and motivates you to keep pushing forward. He sometimes leaves little encouraging notes in your textbooks or sends you sweet texts during the day.
â On tough days, he knows exactly when you need cuddles and comforting words. He wraps you in his arms, holding you close as he reassures you that everything will be okay. He tells you how proud he is of your hard work and dedication, and how much he loves you.
â You love attending his dance showcases and performances, and you often invite your friends to join. You sit in the front row, cheering the loudest, and your eyes are glued to him as he moves gracefully across the stage. He never fails to spot you in the crowd, and it fills him with happiness and energy.
â Occasionally, you find yourselves studying together. Though your fields of study are vastly different, you both enjoy each otherâs company. Sometimes, you end up in the studio where Wooyoung practices dance routines and settle down in the corner, reviewing your notes or working on assignments while he practices nearby. Youâre always there to help each other through the challenging parts, and it makes the study sessions much more enjoyable.
â Dating Wooyoung also means spontaneous date nights. They can be as simple as a midnight stroll through campus, a movie night at either of your dorms with all your favorite films and snacks, or a surprise outing to a new restaurant youâve both been wanting to try.
â On the days leading up to Halloween, you spend weekends watching your favorite spooky movies in your matching Halloween-themed pajamas. A few days before Halloween, instead of watching movies, you visit a local pumpkin patch and pick out the perfect pumpkins to carve out. And on D-day, you usually go to the local haunted house or Halloween attractions.
â For Chritsmas, you decorate your dorm before leaving for the holidays. You both spend a day adorning the space with twinkling lights, ornaments, and a mini Christmas tree. And you make it a point to visit each otherâs families for Christmas, exchanging gifts and spending time with loved ones.
â Wooyoung doesn't wait for special occasions to express his love. He often leaves small notes hidden around your home with sweet messages, surprises you with your favorite flowers, or simply tells you how much he loves you when you least expect it. His love is a constant presence in your life, and it warms your heart that you found such a precious person to share your life with.
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Every little thing you do - Part 6
Tommy Shelby x reader
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đ„°So another part to this series, thank you so much for all your support and encouragement! It means the world â„ïž and as I take your feedback seriously, I can assure you Tommy will be looking for a housekeeper substitute đ€
Word count: 3,138
Y/N prayed silently her dress would close, Ada suggested getting it slightly loose at certain places just in case, because overnight, her belly was showing and most of her clothes wouldnât fit anymore. It was funny because it only looked as if she was bloated but it was enough for a zipper to break.
âYou ready?â Polly asked just as she knocked on the door, stepping in right away. As usual, she looked so elegant in her attire.
âHer dress is beautiful Mrs. Gray.â Y/Nâs grandma pointed out making Y/N blush, she then turned to Polly. âAnd you look stunning.â
Polly nodded acknowledging her compliment.
âI canât believe Iâm wearing this gown.â Y/N stated staring at her reflection in the mirror, she looked like a completely different person with her hair up in a simple but elegant hairstyle, make up in just the right places, accenting her features, and the dress fit like a glove. She had never had a dress like this.
âYou need something else though.â Her grandma suggested, she looked beautiful in her attire too, the Shelby family were too kind to extend an invitation for her.
Opening her bag, Y/N frowned confused by what she meant, she had everything already.
âYour grandfather gave me these when we got married.â From a velvet pouch, she produced a pair of gorgeous diamond studs.
âI think these will look beautiful.â Polly encouraged, feeling a swept of love by the exchange.
Y/N on the other hand felt lost for words, to some it might be a small detail, but to her, the sentimental value itâs what weighted the most.
âThese are meant to be wear on occasions like this, right?â She asked holding one of the earrings for her granddaughter while she hooked the other one.
âLooks like youâre all set then⊠letâs welcome the guests.â Polly added taking grandmaâs purse to help her. âEverythingâs going accordingly so far.â
The music filled the big room, people were dancing happily, champagne flowing, staff filling empty cups with booze and plates with appetizers. Y/N felt particularly mesmerized by the chandeliers catching the light beautifully and reflecting all around as if it was dancing as well.
Tommy insisted the party should take place in Arrow House, said it would be a good excuse to do a grand opening, so she immediately got busy to have everything ready. The place oozed luxury everywhere she looked, the most important names in the country RSVPâed faster than she thought. Never in her wildest dreams she imagined how it would turn out, she spent so much time choosing flowers for the center pieces, napkins colors to go with the tablecloths, tableware as well as the menu, days of hard work paying off finally on this night and for a brief instant, she allowed herself to feel proud because she took care meticulously of everything.
âIâll be back in a minute, need an ashtray.â Polly announced and took grandma by the arm to chat for a while.
Y/N was taking everything in, still not fully believing it was a reality.
âJohnny, get everyone in the kitchen.â He instructed. âFive minu-â words got caught up in his throat as he took a double look to his left and found Y/N standing by herself next to the staircase.
Her hair was pinned up, framing her face so it was fully on display instead of hiding, the dress made her look gorgeous but the cherry on top was the glowing emanating from within her heart, pregnancy was suiting her well. He then noticed she opened and closed the handbag nervously.
She wasnât the same girl that used to run with him a race at an open fiel until they reached the river. He let her win so many times⊠yet that girl was somehow still in her.
He had never seen her like that before. She was more beautiful than he imagined.
But as soon as the thought entered his mind, Tommy kicked himself mentally. He shouldnât think of her that way.
âAre you planning to give someone a heart attack?â He joked and took a few long strides to be at her side.
âIâm nervous,â she chuckled, âIâm the one having a heart attack.â
Turning around to face him, she felt her mouth going dry, the blue suit was a fabulous choice. It wasnât traditional, but when she saw it at the tailorâs shop she knew Tommy had to wear it to the event and since she got a blank cheque, she added it to the account. He was so bloody handsome, but she thought that he looked even more that night. There, with a cocked smile and proud shining in his crystal eyesâŠ
They stood there holding each otherâs gazes, the people in the background fading awayâŠ
Until Johnny Dogs interrupted them.
âThe boys are on their way Tom.â He nodded at Y/N. âAre we going, yeah?â
Tommy gave Y/N another look and she encouraged him with a smile to go.
He started to walk away, but then stopped abruptly and turning around he spoke; âY/N you did an amazing job, thank you.â
Reaching his expectations was all Y/N wanted to achieve, to make him proud of her work. It was the way she knew in retribution to thank him for every little thing he did.
âAnd Johnny? Y/N told me she counted the paintings ey?â Tommy turned to give her wink. âSo you better tell your kin they canât steal anything or theyâll have to deal with a very pissed Y/N.â
Y/N gasped, of course she didnât count the paintings. An evident blush covered her face and neck and she started shaking her head in embarrassment.
âHey! Thatâs not true.â She tried to keep her manners, but her mind went back to when they were teenagers and her grandma discovered the two of them sneaking into the kitchen to get a slice of the pie she had baked and Tommy blamed it all on Y/N, the worst part is that her grandma believed him and scolded her granddaughter when it had been Tommyâs idea in the first place.
âWhere are they, ey?â Tommy asked impatiently a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
âIâm telling you now, we got lost,â announced Arthur. âYou really need to do a map, Thomas.â
âRight, boys youâre all here.â Tommy started in a warning tone.
The blinders gathered around him in a circle.
âTonight itâs a fucking very important day, weâre celebrating the Arrow House grand opening.â
âYeah, and you said thereâd be no bloody uniforms.â Interrupted John.
Tommy shot him a death stare. âNevertheless⊠nevertheless, John⊠despite the bad blood, Iâll have none of it on my carpet.â
They were part of the guest list.
He made a pause and looked around to his men. âNow, for Y/Nâs sake, nothing will go wrong. She has worked so fucking hard for everything you see tonight and the Shelby Institute. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anythingâŠâ
âTom?â Once more, John interrupted his brother.
âWhat?â
âWhat about snow?â Asked Isiah.
John replied something that Tommy couldnât understand, but he felt his blood start boiling by their silly attitude.
âNo, no, no.â He stood in front of the young blinder. âNo cocaine.â Then pointing at his face, he repeated; âno cocaine. No sports.â He then moved to point at John. âNo telling fortunes. No racing.â Walking back towards Finn, he continued. âNo fucking sucking petrol of their fucking cars.â
He hated to admit it out loud, but he was nervous to. He wanted to fit in, he needed to blend in among the richest and more powerful people, to be one of them. To prove everybody that he had been able to claim a stair that was only reserved for those who were born in a crib made of gold.
Meanwhile, upstairs Y/N attended several guests, listening to the stories they were sharing about how much it would mean to them to donate and give back to the community. Some of them, Y/N learned were important politicians who wanted to show a good image to help them gain voters, others members of the aristocracy just wanted to show their wealthy off. Whatever reason they had, Y/N was excited to see some of the cheques they were writing right there for the institution, additional to a monthly donation they promised.
Finding Tommy among the guests, Y/N approached him to ask him if she could save the cheques in his office.
âCan we see this later?â He relief not even sending a glance in her direction, his eyes were fixed like daggers in someone.
As he moved around like a gazelle, about to chase his pry, Y/N noticed a group of women eating him with their eyes, looking him up and down, seizing his frame, biting their lips, probably wondering how would it feel to be with himâŠ.
Y/N felt like she was out of place, she shook her head and decided to ask Ada instead where she should keep the documents. She then excused herself for a moment, feeling like the happy bubble had been popped given Tommyâs cold attitude. He was never like this, he had never left her talking alone before, but he had been a bit off the last couple of days.
For some unknown reason.
Perhaps she had been creating a fantasy in her mind, yes he was a good man, but he also had an explosive temper when he wanted to, he snapped at people at the slightest provocation. Why would he treat her differently? Just because a she was pregnant?
A knock on the door disturbed the peace she just found, and without waiting to be asked to come inside, Tommy called her name.
âY/N youâre needed downstairs.â Tommy informed her, but he knew her too damn well. When Ada told him that Y/N was taking a minute on her own, he knew she wasnât comfortable about something.
âWhat happened?â He asked patiently. She shook her head, not wanting to make a scene. âHey, hey.. come here.â
It was everything, her pregnancy, her nerves, the bloody hormones, mood swings, worry to make everything perfect⊠him.
âI hope you donât take personally what happened earlier, I was looking for someone that wasnât invited.â Tommy explained.
Y/N looked at him tentatively. She walked into the en-suite bathroom to wet a cloth and press it into the back of her neck, careful enough to not get a stain in the dress, he followed her steps and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. The familiarity and comfort between them was too personal.
âIs this why youâve been acting distant the last couple of days?â
With a sigh, he nodded. âYes, I act like this when Iâm scared.â
Y/N turned around pondering into his words, giving him time and space to speak on his own terms.
âI need to make sure youâre away from this business. I donât want you to get involved at all. Do you understand?â
âTommy whatâs happening?â It all made sense to her now, the secret phone calls, the late night drives, his mood.
âThe less you know, the better.â He cleared his throat. âPromise me you wonât make something stupid.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, he was the one always making the bad decisions she wanted to say instead.
âYou wonât get involved.â He was firm about his statement.
âOnly if you promise to be safe.â Y/N retorted.
âIâll try my best.â A soft smile played on his lips.
She mirrored the smile and followed him outside, to join their guest one more time.
âMr. Shelby! This is a wonderful party.â Mrs. Lewis praised, she was the wife of a former major, a bit extravagant, she loved to show off. âAnd a beautiful house.â
âI appreciate your words. But all the credit goes to Y/N.â
âSo the old wives tale is real huh? That babies come with a bunch of blessings.â She squinted her eyes happily at Y/Nâs baby bump, then looked back at Tommy. âCongratulations! I wish this baby nothing but the best.â
Y/N opened her mouth to correct her, and clarify that Tommy wasnât the father. But Tommy cut her out.
âThanks, hopefully youâll be able to help us with the fundraising.â
âIâll tell family and friends, you can count on that Mr. Shelby.â
As the woman disappeared, Y/N turned her face around to look at him.
âLet people talk, theyâre going to do it anyways.â He stated, then as a waiter passed by, he took a glass of whiskey from the tray. âRule number two; never reveal the truth when they can barely deal with a half truth.â
âWhatâs number one?â
âOh, Iâd tell you⊠but then Iâd have to kill you and Iâd be kind of sad you know?â He winked at her and elegantly strode towards where the music band was playing to grab the microphone.
âGood evening everyone, thank you for joining us tonight. As some of you may know, the Shelby Foundation Institute will open doors in a couple of weeks, weâre sure with this project weâll be able to help many many children in need, grant them the education their parents canât afford and a safe environment to learn and develop the abilities thatâll will help them in a near future.â A round of applauses filled the room and Tommy thanked the guest with a small nod. âYour contribution is highly appreciated, it will allow us to complement and provide everything thatâs needed. I can assure you, your money will be well spent and weâre more than open to welcome you any time at the Institution.â His eyes started moving across the room. âLast but not least, Iâd like to thank to the responsible of this project, the one who since day one showed a genuine interest and despite the doors that were closed in her face, she never backed down until this was a reality. Y/N thank you for everything youâve done.â Raising his glass in her direction, he recognized her effort and compromise.
Blushing from getting all the attention towards her momentarily, she started biting her lip.
When Tommy started walking, people over to the side, making something similar to a human wall and leaving a space free for him to walk until he reached Y/N.
âDance with me?â
The gesture took her by surprise, but soon Tommyâs arm wrapped around her waist and he started swaying to the beat of the music.
âEverything is perfect, thank you for taking care of every little thing.â He admitted with a very rare smile.
Carefully to not make Y/N dizzy, Tommy spun her around, following the music beats.
âThank you for taking us in.â Y/N replied as a wide smile spread on her lips.
Feeling like nothing she could say or do was enough to thank Tommy. Sheâd be in debt with him for the rest of her life.
âYouâve nothing to-â he started to say but she cut him off.
âI do, every single time I blink, I feel so grateful to have you in my life.â
Tommy gave her hand a squeeze. âIf things were different⊠wouldnât you do the same?â
âYes.â She admitted in a heartbeat.
âThen this better be the last time you thank me.â He raised an eyebrow as a warning, but his eyes remained giving her a gentle look. âI know youâd do the same thing for me.â
One more careful spin and the piece was done. A round of applause filled the room and the background noises brought them back to reality.
âIâve to go, stay here, stay safe.â Tommy stated. âYou know what to do in case something bad happens.â
He had already showed her where to hide in case anyone broke into Arrow House. It wasnât his favorite outcome, but he had assured her it was for the best of she was prepared. Luckily he hadnât show her how to use a weapon, but she knew the day might be closer than she thought.
âTommyâŠâ her heart started hammering her ribcage, she could feel it in her ears too. âPromise me youâll be safe.â
The look of worry he found in her eyes made him fight the lump in his throat. If something happened to him, what would she do? Who would protect her? Whoâd look after her and the baby?
âWill do. This is the last ilegal business, you know I want to make it right.â
Clearing his throat, he looked around finding Arthur giving him a nod, they were ready to go.
âIâll be back before you know it.â He assured her once more.
As a different music started to play, Y/N went on to search for her grandmother.
Meanwhile, downstairs Lizzie was crying and smocking in such a bad shape after having a word with Michael about Angel, she started shouting when she heard what they did to his restaurant, she was fuming.
âMiss Stark can I help you?â Mary asked, smoothing her apron.
âDo youâve a gun? So I can shoot someone?â Lizzie wiped her nose.
âNo maâam.â Mary took a step closer. âMay I ask what happened?â
âThe Shelbys blew my boyfriendâs restaurant so he couldnât come to the party.â She tried to smooth the black mascara under her eyes.
And she started to whine and bent into the maid all she knew about the stupid rivalry between the Shelbyâs and the Changrettaâs.
Mary ignored Lizzieâs past, she only knew she was her masterâs secretary, so she felt naturally bad for the green-eyed woman.
âI donât get it, Thomas gets to have the little happy family with Y/N and also dictate who am I able to be involved with.â
âBut they arenât a family, the baby isnât Mr. Shelbyâs.â Mary dropped an unexpected bomb.
Lizzie stared at her in disbelief, her jaw dropping.
âAre you sure?â
âThe motives of why he keeps her under his protection are unknown to me, but he isnât the father of that baby.â The housekeeper assured her.
Lizzie nodded automatically, processing the news and thinking how this piece of information changed a lot of things.
âSo Y/N is a little slut after all.â She mumbled to herself, planning in her mind a couple of ideas that would tear down that facade of integrity and good morals Y/N carried around like a crown. A womanâs reputation meant much more than anything.
And of course, it didnât match the wealthy people standards.
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