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the way i see you
i cannot stop thinking about that possible loki s2 dialogue between mobius and loki and it has consumed me and reunited my obession with these two so please have a fun timehusbands au!
Loki is a former criminal turned informant and consultant. Mobius is the agent that turned him. Kind of like a White Collar situation, if you know that show.
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It’s late when Loki returns to their home. Late enough that the crickets are chirping louder than the car engines. Late enough that there’s a cool bite to the air. Late enough that the lights of the city are blinding. Late enough that every noise he makes entering the house is like the echo of a gunshot in the silence. It’s that recoil that shatters through Loki with every movement.
He’s not a bad person. He’s not. He’s a criminal turned informant. He’s done bad shit, yes. He’s hurt people. He’s…done things that have caused death, but he’s never pulled the trigger himself. He’s not sure if that’s a fine enough line to draw, but it’s the one he draws to help him sleep at night. It’s the one he draws so he stays on the right path.
But tonight he spilled ink on the page and now the line is lost. Just like him.
Do you know what you’ve done? How many you’ve hurt? You’re not a good guy, and I’m tired of you pretending to be.
Clint was right of course. You don’t use someone in the way Loki used him. At the time he’d needed to further his goals. Whispering lies in the undercover cop’s ears hadn’t seemed all that bad at the time, not with the other criminal acts he was performing without hesitation.
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#lokius#lokius fic#lokius au#cw: self doubt#angst#alternate universe#if you don't know about the dialogue and want to pls send me an ask i will talk about it forever#s2 is doing to destroy me because they're going to hurt my babies and i'm gonna be so sad about it
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nice legs, daisy dukes.
i. nice legs daisy dukes makes a man go woo woo. (vendetta!leon x fem reader)
author's note: like every responsible writer, this is not proofread because i run on my delusions and being thick faced. i write and call it a day. first entry of my valentine's advent, yayyyy!
i tried to overcome my intense fear of dialogues because i know i suck at it omg please tell me if i did well, likes are vv appreciated!
cw: nsfw. r18, MDNI PLS. fingering in public.
Leon feels like a creep, scratch that. He definitely looks like a creep. He probably looks like a thirty-six year old man waiting for a hot coed, because he is. He pulls out his phone to relieve himself of the slight shame, sends a dry text because he doesn't understand the purpose of an emoji. Never did. In his day, texts used to be enough and it was hot that you could send a coherent text with those small ass phones and even smaller keypad.
He leans against his Ducati looking like a fucking dick with an elaborately decorated box of pastries in hand. You've been eyeing the newly opened pâtisserie from across the street. He can be sweet when he wants to be, because he knows you're obsessed with those "instagrammable" treats. It gets him good boyfriend points because you matter, you're his sweet little bunny. The sweetest.
You're sweet when he sees you from the flood of students exiting the campus gates in your pink mini dress and a matching cardigan, a flood of warmth washes him, in his mind there are compartments. Store the trauma in another space deep inside his brain, and the other space a section of just you, he tucks away the image of you in this mini dress.
It's definitely going in his favorite outfits you wore.
You're sweet when you visibly perk up at the sight of him in all his 5'11 glory, beaming at him as you literally run towards where he stood. God you're just adorable.
"Lovey!"
Your sweet voice cuts through the idle murmur as you stand before him, and Leon looks at you with that soft gaze. You look like a bunny. A giddy one. The ribbons you wore on your hair come to view now that you're near, and the sight of your shapely thighs put him in a spell.
"Bunny, are you surprised?"
He replies with a smug smile.
"Uh-huh!"
You nod with a soft giggle, a faint blush dusting on your cheeks.
"We don't usually have lunch together…"
You add, the smile on your face is practically inextinguishable as you squirm. You're so fucking cute. He thinks before he brings up the box of pastries, presenting it to you like a cat gifting his owner a small trinket. You squeal before throwing your arms around him in a hug.
"Lovey! How did you know I wanted these?"
You ask and he chuckles, of course Leon would know. Who wouldn't when your social media is full of your ravings about the place, but he plays it off cool.
"I just did, bunny. Boyfriend senses and all."
That reply earns him a giggle from you and he's whipped. Your dainty hands grabbing the box as you mouth a small 'thank you' and his arms wrap around your waist. Lifting you up like nothing as he seats you atop his Ducati, like the pretty princess that you are.
"Where are we going, lovey?"
You ask, but the words fall on deaf ears for as soon as Leon had lifted you up in his hands, he's already thinking of ways to feel you, properly. The way your mini dress hikes up your thighs as he looks down to peek at your legs, he hums an acknowledgment to your question, his hands snaking from your waist to your thighs just where your mini dress ends. His thumbs rub lazy circles on your skin , before he lifts his head up to give you a cheeky grin.
"Anywhere bunny. Let's get out of here, yeah?"
You nod obediently and he pulls away, giving your head a soft pat as you tell him off to not mess up your hairstyle and he rolls his eyes, takes the time to put your helmet on because he's a gentleman.
"Hold on tight bunny."
He'd say as you hug him from behind, the whole bike ride was silent as he speeds through traffic, only for the both of you to end up in a deserted park, right at a secluded spot just hidden behind trees and park picnic tables. Leon gets off first, taking off his helmet before turning his attention on you. He takes off yours only to be greeted by your confused face.
"Are we having a picnic, lovey?"
You ask, and he only gives you a smile before pressing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.
"If that's what my bunny wants."
There's a teasing lilt on his voice as his hands wander up to your thighs, his calloused palms rubbing up and down, and you get an inkling that it was not picnic time.
"Lovey, don't do that… we're in public…"
You tell him off shyly but he only quirks an eyebrow.
"It doesn't really matter when we're all alone, yeah?"
His voice is husky as he bring his left hand to grip your cheeks gently, his thumb moving to trace the outline of your lips.
"We'll be fine bunny."
He assures you as the hand that rubs down your thigh inch higher, and higher until the pad of his fingers kisses your clothed pussy.
"I've always taken care of you haven't I?"
You respond with a whine, it's hard to resist when he gets like this. All over you, hands, and close as he possibly can.
"Lovey…"
You call out to him one more time, teetering on the edge of a protest or a plea for him to go on. Leon bits his lips as he rubs your clit slowly, stimulating you before he rains chaste kisses on your face. A kiss on your forehead, a kiss on your cheek, on your cute nose, and a peck on your lips, because you're his baby. He treats you like a ceramic décor, because your precious and fragile.
"Use your words, bunny."
He responds as he slowly feels your cotton panties dampen underneath his fingers, your clit swollen with need and he feels you heating up.
"Lovey, I'm wet…"
You whine again as you squirm beneath him, your grip on the handle of the box tightens up as your free hand claws the leather seat.
"Want me to help you, bunny?"
He coos as he uses his index fingers to tease your clothed pussy, rubbing it up and down the slit as your insides flutter.
"Uh-huh, please lovey."
A satisfied grin eases on his face before he eases his fingers off of which earns him a sad whimper from you and confused look before he shakes his head.
"Suck."
He orders, bringing in his digits to your mouth which you happily oblige to. He grunts as you wet his fingers with an experimental lick, you could taste yourself from his fingertips before your mouth covers his index and middle finger, sucking on it like a lollipop.
The sight sending electricity straight down to Leon's dick as he pulls his fingers out, giving your lips a short kiss ass your reward before his fingers find their way on your inner thighs again, tugging your panties to the side as your pussy kisses his wet fingers.
Leon being the tease that he is, traces your slit, up and down while his thumb presses on your clit as you instinctively spread your legs more to give him room.
"Lovey, don't tease!"
You whine in his ear once more and he chuckles. Two of his thick fingers plunge down your pussy with an embarrassing squelch as you gasp and Leon chuckles.
"She's speaking to me bunny."
He hums happily as his free hand move from your face to your thighs, keeping your pretty legs spread as it should as his fingers thrust in and out of you.
"Lovey…"
You moan, your one eye closes as you watch his hands move, looking down at his busy hands as your slippery pussy gives him enough leverage to slide in and out easily, while his thumb rub on your swollen nub.
"Yeah, bunny? You like that? Can fill you up right, yeah?"
He speaks to you, but you're too dazed to respond as your walls clench around him and he groans. Tipping his head forward to kiss you again, swallowing your moans as you make an "mph" sound as your lips crashes with his. You tilt your head to allow him to deepen the kiss as he slips his tongue inside, tasting your sweet mouth.
"Ah—ah—"
You moan as you part, his fingers not letting up.
"You like this?"
He whispers in your ear, his husky voice making your toes curl.
"Getting you off after school with my fingers?"
"Ahh!"
You moaned, shoving your hips against his pumping fingers. While his other hand skillfully unbuttons your cardigan's sole closed button before tugging your dress and bra together to reveal your breasts, before proceeding to licking on your nipple.
"You're loving this, aren't you?"
He rasps, spreading his fingers and pressing his thumb harder on her clit.
"Being talked to like this? It gets you off even more, doesn't it, bunny?"
He teases you before proceeding to hunch over to suck on your nipples, with his fingers just knuckle deep inside your pussy as your legs lock around his waist, the heels on your sandals digging on his back but he couldn't care less. Your sweet, sweet sounds as he gets you off, your luscious legs around him. God, he could cum from that alone.
"Come on, bunny. Talk to your lovey."
He teases again, a shit-eating grin on his face as he curls his fingers on that one sweet spot as you throw your head back and your walls clench his fingers in a vice grip.
"Fuck, bunny. Can feel you squeezing tight. You're close, bunny?"
He asks but you only respond with a breathless moan as you tremble. He scissors his fingers inside you, alternating between spreading your pussy and curling his fingers and it drives you crazy. He leaves a bite mark around your nipples before he straightens his back to look at your disheveled form. Smirking at the fact that your cardi has slipped off your shoulders and your breasts heaving with your mini dress hiked to your waist.
Looking proud of himself, he captures your lips in a deep kiss as his fingers pump harder, you could hear the salacious squelching at how wet your pussy is.
"Come on bunny, cum for me. Show how much your lovey makes you feel good."
He grunts as his hands grip your cheeks, forehead resting on yours as you tighten up and your body tenses before cumming around his deft fingers with your lips parted in a silent scream.
He slowly halts his fingers, smirking as he brings it to his lips to taste you while you gather yourself. Panting and looking dazed at your older boyfriend who now laps at his fingers coated in your essence like a cat as he groans.
"Did I make you feel good, bunny?"
You nod weakly as your head rests on his chest. He only chuckles. He fixes you up. Tugging down your mini dress and fixing your upper half, buttoning up your cardi again.
"Wanna get lunch now, bunny?"
You look up at him as you slowly gather enough coherence to find that somehow in the middle of your indecency with Leon, the box of pastries had slipped from your fingers and is now a mess on the grass, decorating it with fresh fruit and whipped cream as your face falls and you look up at Leon who now sports a look of… guilt? On his face.
"Leon. Kennedy."
Your voice is dangerously low as you narrow your eyes at him.
"This is your fault!"
You exclaim with a pout as you tug on his leather jacket.
"I was looking forward to eating those! What a waste of food and money! Oh god, I feel so bad!"
Leon soothes you as he smoothens your hair with his hands and he kisses your forehead.
The good thing about being thirty-six and with a shit ton of disposable income is that he can buy you all that you want, it's what he intends to for his sweet, sweet bunny.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon x reader#leon x you#resident evil#resident evil x you#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x y/n#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy#ree valentine's day advent
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how do you make a couple fight without completely cementing the relationship as toxic? what do 'healthy' couples even fight about???
as someone with zero experience regarding arguing with someone whom i didn't immediately cut off afterward because of how it was handled, i've struggled with writing this concept forever 😭
send help pls :')
Every couple fights. Fights and disagreements are a part of a relationship just as much harmony and agreement. It's highly unlikely that there is a person with whom you always agree on every aspect. So, sooner or later you'll reach a point of disagreement and that can be about anything really.
A lot of couple fights are about the most trite things. Who does the dishes? Why doesn't the other want to do me that favour? No, I never said that. You must remember it wrong.
We are the most honest and blunt but also the most vulnerable with the people closest to us. That makes siblings fight a lot and it often makes couples fight more than good friends. Paired with love, these fights don't have to make a relationship toxic. Partners fight about whose turn it is to do the dishes. One ends up having to do it, and the other thanks them for it, promising to do it the next time. I think what is important when writing a 'healthy' fight is to show that even when they fight they still care a lot about the other. If it's a bigger fight, they're thinking about the other a lot afterwards. They feel bad about it afterwards, they're thinking about how the other feels now, they don't like making the other feel bad, they're crushed to find out that they're causing the other's misery. Their heart can't be at peace until they've apologised and made up.
Another sign of a healthy relationship is that minor fights aren't a rarity but are handled well. They can fight about the TV remote and it's not giving their relationship a crack or making them doubt their partner's love. Communication that is well-balanced between two partners and supports a symmetrical relationship doesn't exclude arguments but makes them a means to a functioning life together.
I made a few prompt lists about couples fighting and they are all meant to apply to healthy relationships. Here is an excerpt from a prompt list about minor fights to give you an example.
1. A: "I wanted this cookie!" B: "But there is another one." A: "That's not the one I want."
2. A: "Stop looking at me so weird!" B: "That's just how I look!"
3. A: "That's nonsense! I didn't hug you less than usual!" B: "Yes, you did! Don't try to trick me! I know exactly how long you're hugging me usually and this hug wasn't the same. So I don't approve of it as a real hug. Again!"
4. A: "Get me the remote, please." B: "Why don't you get it?" A: "I asked you a favour!"
5. A: "But it's my turn!" B: "No, it was your turn last time!" A: "That's not true! I remember it clearly!"
the full prompt list: ~ FIGHTING OVER SILLY STUFF ~ OTP PROMPTS
other prompt lists about a couple arguing:
~ ARGUING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE ~ DIALOGUE PROMPTS
~ FIGHTS OVER A GIFT ~ DIALOGUE PROMPTS
~ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ~ PROMPTS (this could turn toxic but you can use most of these for healthy couples)
I hope this helps you. I realised I just rambled a lot; hopefully, it makes sense :)
#how to write healthy arguments#writing advice#writing inspiration#writing ideas#writers on tumblr#writeblr#otp arguing prompts#arguing prompts#argument prompts#fighting prompts#writing prompts
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in your arms i feel at peace | look after you, tz11
in which trevor is your shoulder to cry on
don't let those super fluffy pictures of z fool you, this is sad as fuck (and dialogue heavy)
when i first started this account i figured i'd be doing mostly nsfw and look at me!!! every character i write has mommy issues :)
also send in for this au pls and thank you ill give you a vital organ
"someone's in a good mood," trevor mumbled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made breakfast for the two of you. nobody else was awake yet, and it was nice to just have some quiet time with him.
in just a couple weeks you’d become great friends, and you found yourself glued to him or to a book all day every day
“my mom asked if i wanted to go shopping with her today, it’s been a while since we’ve done something like that,” you explained, not clocking the look of worry on trevor’s face
you were over the moon that your mom wanted to spend time with you, one on one. this was your chance to bond with her now that you were closer to being an adult
your chance to fix things and have her treat you as an individual
you figured your mom saw today the same, that she might change. maybe she wouldn’t undermine your issues, compare them to her own
maybe she’d offer you help rather than argue that she was worse off
maybe she’d buy you things you actually like rather than force you to dress like she wanted - professional and proper so that you would be taken more seriously
trevor could tell that you thought today would change some things, and he wasn’t quite sure what to think of it
he knew your relationship with your mom wasn’t great. he knew your relationship with your whole family was less than ideal, actually.
he was a little nervous to see where the day went, but for now? you were excited, and he loved that for you
that excitement didn’t last long
he had a feeling he’d be left picking up the broken pieces of your heart whenever you got back
the feeling was right
but, he didn’t think it’d be this bad.
you were yelling as you walked through the door, your mom poker faced and unimpressed, almost rolling her eyes as she told you to calm down
“would you quit being a brat? there are other people in this house!”
trevor watched from the bottom of the stairs as you paused, laughing to yourself
“right. other people. you know what, mom?” you left space for her to answer you despite the question being rhetorical, but she just crossed her arms
challenging you to say what it was that was on your mind
“i don’t want to be your daughter anymore. from here on out, i am a stranger to you, i am the other people you’re so worried about looking your best for” you smiled softly
your moms face fell from amused to confused, thinking you’d do what you normally did - cry, and then accept any offer to rekindle your relationship in hopes that this time, she’d be a mom to you.
“you’re a pathetic excuse for a mother and i was just a kid. i didn’t- i don’t deserve to be tangled in this stupid, one sided vendetta you have against me for just existing,” your tone was level, you weren’t yelling anymore
your mom scoffed, trying to hold up a cold exterior while facing the reality that she was losing the only person who’d do anything for her
the person who, at seven years old, helped her move out of your dads house after the divorce
the person who didn’t question that you were moving in with a man you’d never met before
the person who cleaned the whole house regularly so that she wouldn’t have to stress about it
the person who helped her with laundry because her boyfriend refused
the person who defended her when he was drunk
the person who let her cry on your shoulder when owen wanted to stay with your dad for some time
the person who didn’t do the same because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings
the person who offers to do anything and everything for her because you know she works a lot
the person who forgives quickly and tries to forget, cause that’s your mom and you believed she could be better
the person who shuts up when you’re feeling down because you don’t want to put more things on her
the person who drops anything you’re feeling cause when you bring it up, suddenly she feels worse than you about that same thing and she needs you to lean on
the person who after seventeen years, has finally given up
you’ve given up.
“don’t you think that’s a little dramatic, y/n?” you smiled with a shake of your head, a tear falling down your face
“that’s kinda the problem, isn’t it? if i was any less emotional you might have me checked for psychopathy.
my whole life you let owen walk all over me. demean me over and over, and of course i cried, i was eight years old.
every time i tried to say something you’d tell me i was too emotional, that he treated me like shit on the bottom of his shoe because it was easy and i reacted too much
that wasn’t the truth. you just didn’t want to deal with it. you were annoyed that i was crying.
regardless i believed you because you were meant to be my mother
the bullying never stopped but every single time i just walked away and suddenly i wasn’t emotional enough for you
i was uncomfortable in my own home and that meant i was rude and blunt and i needed to smile sometimes cause i seemed like a bitch
you made me into that and i think it’s time someone lets you know so you can get the fuck off your high horse, cause we all know you think you’re a great mother”
she clenched her jaw and opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off
“i’m not done.
news flash, buying me things at the mall just to soften the blow of you being a massive cunt doesn’t make you a good mother
putting a roof over my head and feeding me doesn’t make you a good mother, it just allows you to keep your kids.
so, again. you’re gonna start treating me like a stranger
because it’s not hard to see how insecure you are about how random people see you on the outside
you put up this mask of perfection for people who don’t even know you and never will, but you don’t give a single fuck how your own child sees you on the inside
i’m done being an extension of you to torment and compare yourself to, and i’m staying here wether you like it or not.
i’m here as a friend of quinn’s, now. as a friend of the family’s. this is not my family,”
the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop
“don’t be disrespectful, y/n. i do a lot for you. i bought you summer clothes today!” you bit the inside of your cheek, filing through you head to look for any memory of her that wasn’t tainted by it’s true purpose, and you couldn’t.
“you didn’t listen to a word i said, huh? figures,”
when you turned and the first thing you saw was trevor, looking at you from the staircase, every bit of yourself willed to not let the dam break until you were alone, with him.
you walked right into him, clinging onto him and pressing your face tight into his neck
he reciprocated the second you were near, taking you into his arms and squeezing you tight, cupping your head and rubbing your back
he helped you up the stairs and towards the door to his room, holding your hand until you got to his bed and he could pull you back into his arms, on his lap.
"what happened, sunshine?" he murmured, letting you comb your fingers through his hair to try and keep yourself calm
it didn't work all that well, tears already streaming down your face now that you were in the comfort of his room, alone where you felt you wouldn't be judged.
your reply was muffled by his shoulder, where you'd pressed your jaw to try and keep your cries quiet
"she wanted me to go back home."
trevor furrowed his eyebrows and traced patterns on your leg with his fingers, knowing you'd open up when you were ready.
you took a minute to calm your breathing, explaining everyhting.
that originally you wanted to spend the summer at home with your dad because you knew you'd be isolated here, that quinn had other friends and you couldn't steal him away from everyone for the whole offseason.
that you got put in your place before the drive down to michigan and told that ellen needed you there to help around the house and that you could just be helpful 'this one time'
that ellen hadn't made you touch a thing all summer, the only time you did a chore was when you made yourself and him a snack, so you knew your mom just wanted you here to be a servant
that when you met him, you were finally happy in michigan and you were actually looking forward to the summer and getting to know him, spending some more time with jack and luke now that you had someone in common
that today, the shopping trip was just a cover up, your mom spoiling you before telling you - not asking - that you were going back home to house sit until the offseason was over
that you were naive at first, that you thought your mom grew a heart and that she was giving you an out due to you wanting to stay back home weeks ago
that you quickly saw through that
that your mom told you that owen had been excited to meet the team usa guys, trevor especially, and that you were getting in the way of your brother having the offseason experience he wanted
that you were going to be miserable the whole summer, but now that you've found a happy place in michigan, you were told to go home and be miserable there instead
that she wanted you isolated all summer. that was her plan.
and after you let it all out to him, you just started sobbing, and you couldn't stop
trevor did his best to soothe you, mumbling sweet nothings and reassuring you that ellen wanted you at the lake house and that he knew she'd let you stay
"i don't know what i could've done to make her hate me so much," you croaked, balling his shirt up into your fists and pulling him closer
“you didn’t do anything, sunshine. there’s nothing in the world you could’ve done to deserve that, you were just a kid. n’ you’re an angel, you know? like heaven on earth, it’s not your fault,” he whispered, cradling the back of your head
you looked up into his eyes from your spot on his shoulder, eyes uncertain and still overflowing with tears
“i know you don’t believe me, it’s okay,” he slid his thumb back and forth along your hair, kissing you on the temple.
you adjusted your head to get closer to him, still keeping your eyes on his
sniffling slightly, you took his other hand and toyed with his fingers, gaze eventually falling there as your tears slowed and nose cleared up
“thank you, trev, that-“ he cut you off with a kiss, catching you a little off guard
still, you pulled away with a smile, holding his jaw with the hand you’d had gripping his shirt
“that’s really sweet.” you finished, fresh tears falling from your face
he moved to wipe them, brushing his thumb against your nose gently
“of course, my sunshine,”
you hugged him, using both arms to wrap around him and squeeze tight, him returning the favour
“i’m all yours for the rest of the day, hm? maybe we can sneak off on the boat? bring some snacks, blankets n’ your laptop for movies and make a day out of it,”
you nodded happily, becoming pliant in his arms with a dumb smile
“that sounds perfect, z,”
he went to kiss you again, but the door cracked open mid lean-in and you jumped apart like it was an affair
it was ellen, now grinning to herself at the sight in front of her
“i figured you’d be in here. can we talk?”
you blushed, nodding.
“yeah, auntie el, just-“
“i’ll go,” trevor cut you off, ruffling your hair and placing a kiss on your cheek
#e’s fics#look after you au !#trevor zegras#trevor zegras x reader#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#anaheim ducks
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Hi! Could you write some headcannons for tbb x body insecure or plus sized reader?
body insecurities [bad batch]
relationships: gn!reader x bad batch
warnings: weight insecurities, echo has body dysmorphia, diet culture, an older sibling being a parental figure, autistic tech struggling w/ emotions, past body shaming
a/n: i love writing for tech but i struggle with his dialogue, if you're a bad batch writer pls send me some tips to making him sound in character <3
crosshair
• great at reading body language so he can tell when you need comfort even if you don't verbalize it
• he might seem annoyed but that's just his rbf, if he didn't care he wouldn't ask
• the type to be angry when he's worried
• it's eaiser to threaten you then admit he cares
• he'll say stuff like "take a risk like that again and i'll shoot you" or "drink some water dumb ass, i'm not your baby sitter"
• his first reaction is to fight the problem
• "did someone tell you that shit?"
• once he realizes he doesn't need to commit murder he's not leaving you along until you talk
• cross is the best listener and i will die on this hill
• he can seem dismissive of your insecurities but he does care, he just thinks you're wrong lmao
• brutally honest so any praise from him means a lot
echo
• the most empathetic boyfriend part 1
• def has suffered from body dysmorphia so he understands
• but also baffled cuz you're perfect to him
• he's very serious about your mental health so he wants to his a conversation about this
• the most genleman to ever gentleman, he will shower you in love!!
• lots of cuddling and sweet words
• hope you don't have any plans cuz you're not allowed to leave his arms until you feel better
• if you want to eat better that's great! but none of these unhealthy diets you see on the holonet
• no he'll research the best diet/exercise plan for you personally to make sure you're safe <3
• you've helped so much with his confidence he's determined to return the favor
hunter
• instantly knows when something's bothering you
• as the oldest he was forced into a parental role at a young age so he has a lot of expierence with comforting
• will give you a worried dad look until you tell him what's wrong
• he might get a little pushy if you aren't opening up
• he doesn't mean to but worrying about his loved ones is like his default setting
• [protective mode activated] did someone say something? cross will probably help get rid of a body if he asks-
• blames himself for your doubt
• secretly reads/watches romance stories so he'll probably drop some cheesy lines from them
• shows your tummy lots of love, like using it as a pillow while you stroke his hair or sneaking a hand under your top, lulled by your breaths
• cuddles with skin to skin contact are very intimate to hunter cuz of his higtened senses so this is very special privilege
• if it'll give you confidence he offers to work out with you, using the holonet he tries to find 'fun' exercises you can both enjoy (yoga, zumba, etc.)
tech
• he'll get frustrated because he doesn't understand your pov
• he's told you that you're attractive and healthy, why are you still upset?
• hunter has always told him "you can't make others see things the way you do" and it's infuriating for him
• tech is a fixer so he feels helpless when he can't just fix your insecurities
• he'll encourage you to talk to one of his more emotionally intelligent brothers which you take as rejection
• when your eyes fill with tears he panics even more
• "perhaps i should get hunter-" "i don't want your brothers, i want you tech"
• he's quiet for a moment before awkwardly opening his arms, "physical touch causes the brain to release oxytocin, a bonding hormone that strengthens social bonds in mammals. would you like a hug?"
• he's always found you attractive but never voiced it, now he makes sure to tell you every time
• get ready for blunt but 100% genuine compliments like "your chest is distracting in that shirt"
wrecker
• the most empathetic boyfriend part 2
• king of emotional intelligence
• will pick you up and hold you like you're a doll, laughs if you call yourself 'heavy'
• everyone is kind of small to wrecker (even his brothers) so to him you're practically a baby tooka
• but still he takes your feelings seriously
• cadet wrecker was definitely body shamed by regs so he knows how it feels
• showers you with affection 24/7 so it's hard to feel insecure around this guy
• will fight anyone who makes you feel bad >:(
• like hunter, he also offers to work out with you (not just cuz he loves showing off-)
• loves active games, like just dance or wii sports
• is up for any activity has long as you're involved tbh
#the bad batch#clone wars#bad batch#the bad batch x reader#bad batch x reader#tbb crosshair#tbb crosshair x reader#tbb echo#tbb echo x reader#tbb hunter x reader#tbb hunter#tbb tech x reader#tbb tech#tbb wrecker x reader#tbb wrecker#sergeant hunter x reader
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gold is dull. || jjk || 03
your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were.
“momma! please take me to golden boy's fight! he’s fighting here! in our hometown. please, momma. for my birthday? i wanna see him in person!”
pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader
genre: boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff, slow-burn
chapter warnings: fighting, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of illness, mentions off-screen death, angst,
chapter wc: 8.3k
A/N: chapter 3 is here!!! i can't thank you enough for loving ch2 <3. i hope ya'll love ch3, as well. i will tell you, though, that this chapter 3 has more dialogue and description rather than oc internal dialogue. pls don't hate me for it 🥲. also this chapter is a lil more fluffy (i think, not really?) but with that strong angsty backbone 😍. okay that's enough, enjoyyyy now♥️.
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“What? Here to offer me more money?” You sigh.
The anger that you felt earlier that day has dissipated. You don’t have any more energy to continue being pissed nor to tell him off.
“No. To talk to you. Can I come in?” Jungkook straightens up from the leaned position he found himself in before you opened the door. A pained expression on his eyes. The doe eyes you once saw every galaxy in them, just appear defeated and dark.
You open the door wider, prompting him to come into your apartment. You’re left with no choice than to let him in due to your delicate and nosy neighbors. They’ll call the landlord or even the police at the sound of any arguments.
Jungkook looks down, “_____, Min-su’s my child?” He’s frozen. Unable to move his hands from his pockets or straighten his caved-in chest. He knows the answer to the question from earlier today, but he still asks.
“Yes! Cmon Jungkook!” You desperately throw your hands into the air. “What? You just forget the letter I sent four years ago?!” Your sentence starts as a whisper but increases in volume with every word. You thought you had no more anger left.
“I. Don’t. Know. What letter you’re talking about! And I didn’t send my manager to meet with you!” Your anger gives Jungkook the room to feel something. Shame. Stress. Fear. His voice tenses and he begins to pace back and forth.
You frantically walk over to your kitchen and get a stool from the counter in order to reach the top of your refrigerator to get the old cereal box. Jungkook is behind you, following your every move, “What are you doing? Please, _____. Just talk to me. This is the first time that I hear about this.” He pleads. You grab the cereal box and pull an old wrinkled and folded paper from it.
“Here! Maybe this’ll refresh your memory!” You shove him the letter right at the center of his chest.
Four years ago, you sent Jungkook a letter to let him know he was a dad. You believed he deserved to know what was happening, and maybe a part of you felt that having him by your side at one of the darkest times of your life would make everything brighter.
Jungkook desperately opens the folded piece of paper and begins reading it. His hands tremble. Tears stream down his face and his tattooed hand comes over his mouth. A feeling of empathy begins to settle in your heart at seeing him in such a vulnerable state. Your face softens at the sight of his hard-felt emotions.
“I-I-I am so sorry, ______. This is my first- I-ve- I’ve never seen this before,” Jungkook stutters with shaky breaths, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
He takes a seat on the counter stool, hands covering his eyes in frustration. He wipes his nose with his hand, then extends it out to yours, placing his hand on top of yours. You feel your muscles tense at his action. You feel a knot forming in your throat and tears fill your eyes. “If I knew you were going through this, I’d leave everything behind and come back to you and him.” His grip on your hand tightening. You remove your hand from his hold. Only if he knew. You sniff back your tears and turn away from him. You don’t want him to see the tears streaming down your face.
“I-i-is he all better now?!” Jungkook abruptly stands from the stool.
“Yes.” You look to the side with hands on your waist. Jungkook lets out a relieved breath, softening his muscles.
“When did you find out you were pregnant?” He calmly asks.
You turn to him to meet his eyes, “Three weeks after you left.”
When you found out you were expecting a child, you didn’t want to chase after Jungkook. You felt that if you chased after him, it’d be like you were forcing him to stay with you. You felt like you would be trapping him in a life he clearly didn’t want to have, hence the abandonment. You didn’t want to be that person to Jungkook.
However, even if you wanted to, this would have never been possible. You had no way of locating him or contacting him. Jungkook had become a ghost to everyone he knew. There was nothing that could hint where he was staying. A year later, though, Seokjin got a job at the police station, giving you access to Jungkook’s details and information, which allowed you to send him the letter to a location that was listed in his records.
“Oh god. Why didn’t you tell me anything?! It was only three weeks, _____!” Jungkook’s tensed pleading hands move up and down, emphasizing the last three words.
“How could I?! You disappeared!” Hands coming to your hips, slowly shaking your head. Jungkook knows you’re correct. There really was no way to reach him.
He bites his lower lip, in complete defiance, nodding his head. Tears at the edge of his eyes appear again, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. You nod. You have an unsettling, conflicting feeling in your stomach. Jungkook didn’t know he had a son with you. It wasn’t him who sent that letter.
Does that change anything for you?
“Give me the opportunity to care for him, _______. Give me the chance to be his father.” He whispers the last part of his sentence.
“I-I don’t know, Jungkook. This is too much for me to think of right now. Give me some time and space.” You face down to the floor, unable to look at him. The utter silence you both stand in is interrupted by Min-su’s steps coming towards the kitchen. You signal Jungkook with your hand to crouch down behind the kitchen counter so Min-Su won’t see him.
“Mommy?” Min-Su appears from the hallway, wiping his eyes. He’s been awaken by the noise in the kitchen area.
“Hey baby, sh-shh it’s okay. It’s just the TV.” You walk over to Min-Su and carry him over to his room.“Go to sleep, papa. Here I’ll turn on the lamp.” You kiss his forehead and stay by his side rubbing his back, until he’s fully back asleep. You walk back into the living room and roll your neck and eyes. You massage your neck as you’re emotionally and physically exhausted from the conversation with Jungkook.
“Did he go back to sleep? I’m sorry for being so loud.” He says.
Your hands go to your chest, “Shit. You scared me. You’re still here?”
He looks around you defeatedly. He scurries to the side table when he spots a pen and notepad, writing a something on it. “Whenever you’re ready, call this number. Time, day, doesn’t matter, just call it. I’ll be there waiting.” He sniffs. “Just-just let me be a part of his life. Doesn’t matter how.” He half smiles with a broken, yet hopeful, look in his eyes.
Jungkook sees you, Daeun, and Seokjin playing with Min-Su at the park. Seokjin is teaching Min-Su how to ride the bike that Grandpa gifted him for his birthday slash Christmas. Jungkook is parked far away for you not to spot him, but close enough to see Min-Su enjoying his time with family.
“Okay, now we’re going to try without the wheelies. Can he do it? What do ya’ll think?” Seokjin asks you and Daeun as you sit in the bench.
“Hmmm… I don’t know. Seems scared. Can you do it?” Daeun says teasing Min-Su. You laugh, “Of course, my superhero baby can do it, right?!” You scurry over to him, giving him a high five. Min-Su’s nose scrunching, smiling with only his two front teeth.
“Cmon Min-Su, don’t think you have the wheelies off. Just do what you’ve been doing.” Seokjin kneels down beside Min-Su giving him instructions. Min-Su attempts it multiple times and fails, falling on his full behind. “I can’t do it, Mom!” His lips forming a small pout. “Yes, you can. Cmon, I’ll be behind you.”
“Let’s go kiddo, you can do it.” Jungkook whispers from the car. He makes an encouraging motion on his fist.
You get behind the bike, and push him outward. You hold onto him, until he’s finally doing it alone. “You’re doing it baby!” You exclaim.
“Are you behind me, mama?”
“It’s all you! I’m over here! Yayyyyy Min su!” You shout as he pulls further and further away from you. You jump up and down and run to him. Daeun records the moment. Min-Su is smiling. You’re smiling. A beautiful and happy moment that will be remembered by Min-Su’s family, including Jungkook.
Jungkook is happy that he at least has the privilege to know that Min-Su is his son. He’s glad Min-su and you live a happy life with the support of Seokjin and Daeun. His eyes glisten when he sees you lift Min-su up and bounce him up and down on your hip, as when he was toddler. Jungkook’s eyes long for more, though. He wishes it were him teaching Min-su how to ride a bike. It destroys him knowing he missed so many of Min-su’s first. His first word. His first steps. His first day of school. His first birthday.
A tear falls down Jungkook’s face. “Okay. Let’s go, now.” He tells his driver.
It’s been two weeks ever since Jungkook came over to your apartment. You haven’t contacted the number he left. You feel unsure whether you’re ready to let him into your son’s life, knowing how bad he hurt you when he abandoned you. However, you also know that was between you and him, which has nothing to do with your son’s life. You know you know you’re going to call him sooner or later, for Min-su’s sake, but you continue keep putting it off.
It’s Monday and you have no work. Not because your boss gave you a day off, but because the restaurant was closed since the AC did not work. Min-su is at school, so this is the time to have your own time and relax without any mom duties. When you’re about to soak yourself in your bathtub to relieve the stress this daddy thing with Jungkook has brought you, you’re interrupted by the knock on your front door.
“Coming!” You shout. You figure it’s just the delivery guy knocking on your door to alert you he’s dropped off your groceries. You wrap yourself in a towel and quickly walk to the door.
It’s not your delivery guy. It’s a tall, muscular, blonde-haired 6-foot man. You’ve seen this man before. He’s stopped you twice from getting to Jungkook. Kim Namjoon, Jungkook’s bodyguard, is standing right at your door.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He politely looks away when he sees you are only wearing a towel around your body.
“Cmon, it’s just a towel,” Your comment sounding a tad snarky, “What are you doing here? I told Jungkook to give me some time.” Your face tenses up.
“Jungkook doesn’t know I’m here. I was hoping I could talk to you. I can come at another time, if you’re busy.” Namjoon looks down. Still feeling uncomfortable at the sight of you only wearing a towel.
This catches you off guard. What could Jungkook’s bodyguard possibly want with you? Confused yet curious, you let him in. “Here, you can sit here. I’ll be right back.” You go to the bathroom to turn off the water and to your bedroom to put some clothes on.
“So?” You swallow a large gulp of saliva, that even Namjoon is able to hear. You’re trying to remain calm and cool, but you’re an extremely nervous person, imagining the numerous possibilities of why he’s there.
“I wanted to ask you to give Jungkook an opportunity.” You find yourself completely stunned at his statement. Why is he the one telling you this? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “He’s like my brother. I’ve known him, since he,” His choice of words give him a pause.
“Since he left me, right. And?” You complete his phrase, easing the awkwardness of his sentence.
“He didn’t know he had a son. Trust me, I wouldn’t be working for him if I knew he had a son he neglected.” He chuckles and turns to look at you. This is the first time you see an expression, other than the brooding and serious bodyguard look, on Namjoon’s face. Two charming dimples appearing at both ends of his smile.
“I think Jungkook and your son deserve to get to know each other. It’s good for your kid. To know he has someone else that loves and cares for him. Knowing his dad can’t hurt him,” he pauses, “I know my kid and I would’ve loved another opportunity at that.” Namjoon looks back down at the floor. A pleasant and accepting smile on his face yet his eyes holding a bit of sadness.
“You have a kid?” Your shoulders bend down, letting your walls down. Knowing that Namjoon is a dad allows you to feel comfort with him. There’s a trusting and warm feeling that stems from parents.
However, Namjoon stands up at your question and is back to his stiffened posture. Unsure what to do, you mirror his actions. As he’s walking towards the door, he looks back and tells you, “Hopefully, this isn't the last time we see each other.”
“Hey, I-i was going to call him already. But thank you, anyway.” You give Namjoon a warm smile. He nods and heads out.
Your conversation with Namjoon gave you the push you needed to call Jungkook. It’s true that knowing Jungkook can’t hurt Min-su, it’ll only make him happy. You knew all this already. However, hearing it from someone else makes you truly believe it.
That same day, when Min-su is finally asleep, you’ve finally come to grab the notepad from the table drawer. After an hour of staring at it, you grab your phone and dial the phone number.
“______! Um, hi!” Jungkook nervously exclaims, picking up at the first tone. You’re taken back by how fast he picked up the call. Guess he was waiting.
“Okay.” You dryly respond. Your voice is confident, however behind the phone, you are rubbing your hands on your thighs and biting your lip.
“ ‘Okay’ what?” A confused tone to Jungkook’s voice.
“Okay to letting you be in his life.” You tap your foot.
“Can I see him tomorrow?!” You feel Jungkook’s excitement through the phone. Baby, shhh, it’s up to Mama. You hear Jiah tell him.
“You and I need to talk first. About Min-Su and all of that.” You continue to tap your foot. Now faster.
“Right. Of course. I’ll send you my address. I’m free all day tomorrow.”
“6:30 PM.” You hang up.
You got out of work at 6:00 PM and now you were heading over to Jungkook’s house. Daeun had picked up Min-su from school and you asked her to keep him a little longer as you were meeting with his father.
Your eyes widen as you arrive to your destination. Jungkook’s mansion is two-stories with contemporary architecture. The outside is a neutral beige color. The golden lighting from inside the house shines on to your eyes. As you walk to the door, you whisper to yourself, “What is this? Parasite?” The house clearly resembles the one from the movie.
You ring the doorbell, anxiously tapping your leg as you wait for someone to answer. “Hello, ____.” An elderly woman greets you and leads you to the living room. “Mr. Jeon will be right down.” She smiles and leaves you there. Your mouth slowly opening in amazement as you slowly spin looking at the size of Jungkook’s house. Your whole apartment in the size of only the living room. You walk over to see the photos he has on the console table against the wall. There’s pictures of him, Jiah, and some other people you don’t recognize.
“That’s when I won my first championship.” He points to one of the photos on the table. Jungkook’s presence makes you stiffen your posture.
“I made dinner. Let’s eat something.” He signals to follow him to the kitchen. As much as you’re hungry, you don’t want to stay to eat. You want to get this over with as fast as possible. You feel strange being in the same house with Jungkook and his fiancé.
You stay still in the living room, “No. Can we just get to it?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Sure.” Jungkook returns to the living room and takes a seat on the couch, placing his hands on his legs and leaning forward, ready to hear everything you have to say. He extends his palm, bringing it down to the sofa, requesting you to sit. You accept.
“He can’t know you’re his dad. Not yet. It’s too much of a change.” You instruct Jungkook.
He nods in understanding. “Yes, of course.”
You don’t want Min-Su to know Jungkook is his dad just yet because it’s too soon. One day he knows him as a celebrity and now he’s suddenly his dad. It wouldn’t make sense to him. He needs to first get to know Jungkook as Jungkook and not as Jeon the Golden Boy.
“I need to be with Min-Su every time you’re with him.” Your eyes fixed everywhere that isn’t him. You’re looking at the sofa. His shoes. Your hands. Your purse. His arms. Your thighs.
You feel and will feel uncomfortable at being such a close proximity to Jungkook, but Min-Su will need you there with him. Maybe it’s you the only one who feels the need to be there.
“Yes. That’s not a problem.” He smiles.
“This all needs to happen without anyone knowing, okay? No public eye for Min-Su or me. We don’t want any of that.” Your tone becoming more serious. Reporters were one of the things that you found yourself most afraid of. You found yourself scared at the thought of Min-su seeing what they’d write about you or Jungkook on the tabloids if they found out Jungkook had a hidden son.
“You don’t need to worry about any of that. I promise you I have the best team taking care of all that.” Jungkook reassures you.
A silence lingers over the two of you. Unsure what else to say, you grab your bag, getting ready to leave. As you’re about to stand up, Jungkook interrupts you, “_______, um, I’d like to support you.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you’re unsure what he means.
“Financially, I mean. I haven’t been helping you out all these years. I feel like I have to. I want to.” He reiterates.
You shake your head, “No, Jungkook. I don’t need child support or any of that.” It doesn’t come to you a surprise that he wants to help. He’s loaded. Of course he wants to. Sending money over to you won’t affect him a tiny bit, but you don’t want his money. You simply want Jungkook and Min-Su to have a relationship.
“But-” Jungkook wants to insist on giving you money.
“No, buts. You’re enough for Min-Su. He doesn’t need any money.” You say clenching your purse and standing up. You walk over to the door and Jungkook follows behind you.
“When can I see him?” Jungkook asks as you’re about to leave. Your eyes widen at the question since you had completely forgotten to plan a good time for Min-Su and Jungkook to see each other.
“Right,” You let out a slight nervous chuckle. The first time Jungkook sees that on your face. He chuckles a bit, too. “Tomorrow 3:00 PM. We have a doctor’s appointment at 1:00, he’ll be out by then. He likes to be treated with Pizza after needles.” You are going to leave work early tomorrow to get Min-Su out of school for his monthly check up with his doctor.
“Pizza it is.” Jungkook’s full smile makes an appearance. He feels grateful that he is being let in little by little to Min-su’s daily life.
You feel something in your chest every time you see his smile. You feel endeared by the happiness that appears on Jungkook’s eyes at the thought of seeing his son.
Although endearing, you feel angry at Jungkook. The anger you've felt all these years has only maximized. He's had the opportunity these past few days to apologize to you for abandoning you. You feel weak for still waiting for that real apology from him that will probably never come. You feel dumb for wanting it. It's clearly not in his mind, so why should it be on yours.
Jungkook sent you the address to Kang’s Palace. You expected a small dining pizza place, but he chose a whole amusement center with an arcade, laser tag, and gravity ropes. You’re a bit nervous to be seen in public with Jungkook, but he promised you that you and Min-Su would never be in the spotlight. You chose to trust him and agreed to go to the place.
As you arrive to Kang’s Palace, you wait in the car, confused whether to get off or not. There are no cars in the parking lot, except a black SUV and an emerald green Aston Martin Vantage. You recognize that green car parked at Jungkook’s house, so you figure it’s him.
“Momma, why aren’t we getting off? I want to see Jeon!” Min-su jumps up and down in his carseat, looking out the window of the car.
“I think it’s closed babes. Let me text-”
“No momma. Look, there’s someone waving to us!” Min-su points at the door of the amusement center. Namjoon is waving at you to get off the car and join them inside. Jungkook had rented the place for the whole evening so there wouldn’t be any distractions or press that would ruin the day for him and Min-su.
As you approach Namjoon, you greet him with a small smile and a “Hi.” He nods and bows to you. As soon as you enter the center, Min-su lets go off your hand and goes running to Jungkook. He’s completely star struck when he sees Jungkook as he only knows him as the famous boxer he sees on TV. He stands in front of him speechless, eyes widening at the visual of his idol.
Jungkook crouches down at Min-su, his hand wanting to come up to Min-su’s cheek, wanting to embrace the warmth of his son’s face. But quickly brings it down as it might be a bit weird for Min-su. Tears appear on the edge of his eyes, blurring his eyesight. Just like Min-su, Jungkook also finds himself speechless at the sight of Min-su. This is the first time he sees Min-su up close after knowing it’s his son. You notice Jungkook tense up at the moment he is in front of Min-su, so you help him out. Even with all the history between you and Jungkook, you still want them to have a successful relationship.
“Hey Min-su! Remember when we said that Jeon and I were friends? We still are! That’s why we’re here to eat some pizza and play! You like that?” You have a wide smile on your face which Min-su mirrors back at you and then him. You figured it’d be good to tell Min-su this again to make him more comfortable with Jungkook.
“Jeon!” Min-su exclaims and throws his body at Jungkook, hugging him. Jungkook is first stunned at the hug, but he soon gets out of it, and he tightly brings his arm around Min-su. Jungkook shuts his eyes, letting every emotion come over him when he was Min-su in his arms.
The hug is interrupted by a sultry voice, “Since we’re all friends here, why don’t we all call him Jungkook and not Jeon?” Jiah tells Min-su. You’re still a bit uncomfortable with Jiah being close to Min-su, but you know you’ll have to get used to it sooner or later since he is marrying Jungkook and will become Min-su’s step-mom.
“Jungkook!” Min-su exclaims and giggles when he turns to look at you and then Jungkook. You love seeing Min-su so ecstatic about all this. Namjoon was correct. Knowing his dad, especially if it’s Jungkook, won’t hurt him. As much as it pains you to admit it, every where Jungkook shows up, there is a light that comes with him. These thoughts that you still have about Jungkook anger you. Even with everything he did to you, you still have these certain positive thoughts about him. These thoughts are at the stem of your cold persona in front of Jungkook.
In the round table Min-Su chose to sit at, Min-su sits between you and Jungkook, with Namjoon besides you and next to Jiah who is besides Jungkook. The pizza is joined by laughters especially between Jungkook, Namjoon, and Min-su. This is the first-time, well second-time, you see Namjoon act like a regular person and not a bodyguard. You get to witness the brotherly relationship Jungkook and Namjoon have. It reminds you of what Jungkook and Seokjin once had.
“Momma. I don’t want to eat anymore.” Min-su had only eaten half a pizza. He is eager to go play.
“C’mon baby, you need to eat. If you don’t finish it, there’s no games.” You raise your eyebrows, “Don’t make me do the airplane you so hate now.” You laugh. When Min-su didn’t want to eat, you’d get the food and make airplane noises, flying it right to his mouth. When Min-su was smaller, he used to love it. Now he is “too old for that.” Min-su quickly grabs the pizza and eats it. Funny how “the airplane” makes him eat his food either way.
“Who is ready to go play?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Min-su.
“Meeeee!” Min-su jumps off his chair and takes Jungkook’s hand. Jiah gets up from her seat and joins them.
“Momma, you’re not coming?” Min-su asks you.
“No babes, I’ll watch you from here. Go with Jungkook.” You stay in the table with Namjoon.
It’s kind of awkward as Namjoon is only giving you one word responses to everything you ask. You’re trying to make any sort of conversation, but Namjoon doesn’t crack. He’s back to his bodyguard ways. You’re thinking hard about something to ask that will give you something other than a “yes” or “no.” You feel clever at the question you’ve just came up with. You think it’s appropriate to ask him right now since the meeting of today is about children. Why didn’t I think of this sooner.
“Last time you mentioned you had a kid. They around Min-su’s age?” You cheerily ask.
Your question only makes Namjoon be quieter than before. He tenses up at it, too. He stands up and joins Jungkook, leaving you all alone at the table. Shit. You pretend you are using your phone and texting someone, but all you really are doing is opening and closing the weather app and typing nonsense in the notes app.
About 30 minutes pass, and Min-su returns to the table to drink some Sprite. “Momma! Let’s play Laser Tag!” He takes your hand and drags you out of the seat. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to play.
“In my team, I want momma and Jungkook!” Min-su’s bunny smile appearing on his face. You smile back at him and so does Jungkook. You really wish you weren’t on Jungkook’s team right now, but you are left with no alternative since that’s what Min-su wants. The three of you huddle and Jungkook cheer, “Let’s get it!” Hands go in the middle and up as the three of you cheer the team’s name “Min-su!”
Throughout the game, you let your inner child take over you, running and strategizing with Min-su behind the barricade, “Baby, you take Namjoon and I take Jiah!” You high five Min-su and you’re both off to attack the opposite team. Jungkook observes you and a smile appears on his face. He loves to see you and Min-su having this much fun with each other. He’s thankful he gets to witness that.
“You’re just as competitive as I remember.” Jungkook chuckles as he meets you from behind.
You roll your eyes at him, trying to act calm and cool, although you feel somewhat flustered at his comment. You feel odd knowing he still remembers things about you. You blame what you feel on the dark lighting of the arena.
Your thoughts, however, are soon interrupted by Min-su cries, “Mommy!” coming from the front of the room. You and Jungkook call out to him since you can’t see very much. The lights turn on as the game ends, making it much easier to find him.
You find him sitting on the floor, grabbing his knee. Min-su’s face and eyes are red as a tomato and the crying snot and tears are falling all the way to his shirt.
“Baby, what happened? You hurt your knee?” You coddle him in order for the crying to stop. Jungkook bends down beside you, unsure what to do.
“I tri-tripped and cut my-my knee,” Min-su stutters through the tears. “Let me see, baby.” You remove his hand from his knee. It’s nothing big. Just small scrapes. Min-su probably got scared over the blood.
You lean onto Jungkook ear, “Can you, um, carry him?” You hate having to converse with Jungkook, however, you’re still trying to make Min-su have a comfortable relationship with his dad, and that includes having to help Jungkook have a comfortable relationship with Min-su.
“What?” His eyes widen, “I mean, yes. Yes. Of course.” Jungkook lifts him up and takes him to the nearest bench. As Min-su is more calmed, you wipe away his tears with you shirt. Namjoon comes over with a first-aid kit and a bag of ice the workers gave him. He cleans his knee and places the ice bag on top of it.
“See, you’re all better now.” You smile at Min-su.
“You’ll probably scar a little, kid.” Namjoon tells him.
“It’s okay. I want to, like Jungkook hyung!” He turns to look at him, his full smile again on display.
“That’s right. They’re called battle scars.” He smiles.
“Battle scars.” Min-su repeats after him.
The day comes to an end and you’re heading to your home with Min-su. Through the car ride, Min-su won’t stop telling you what him and Jungkook were talking about, mostly about boxing and cars. A smile never leaving his face throughout the whole car ride. Your eyes glisten at the sound of his laughs and his excitement. You are now 100% sure that Min-su knowing his dad will be a good thing for him. For you…who knows.
As you arrive to your apartment, Min-su runs straight to his room. You follow after him, a bit confused at his actions. He suddenly starts removing all the posters he has of Jungkook in his room.
“What-what are you doing, Min-su?” You stutter, clearly scared.
“I’m taking them off!” Min-su excitedly goes on to the next wall. He’s not mad. He’s not sad. He’s happy and excited.
“Okay… why?” Now you’re just confused.
“He’s my friend now! Jungkook told me he wants to be my friend, forever!” He exclaims.
You sigh with a hand over your heart with a smile appearing on your face. Min-su becoming closer to Jungkook will be easier than you imagined. You help Min-su remove the posters he can’t reach.
Later that night Jungkook texts you.
11:23PM Jungkook: Did he have fun?
11:43PM You: Yes
11:44PM Jungkook: Did he say anything about me?
12:01PM You send him a photo of Min-su’s empty postered room.
12:01AM Jungkook: What happened? I thought he said he had a lot of posters of me.
12:01AM Jungkook: Did he not like me?
12:03AM Jungkook: __________ ??
12:10AM You: He said you’re his friend. Friends don’t have posters of each other.
12:11AM Jungkook: 😅. I had fun. Thank you
You head over to Daeun and Seokjin’s house after work to pick up Min-su. You are extremely tired since it’s a Monday. Monday are always busy at the restaurant. There’s something about today that make people make crave Italian cuisine.
“Oh god, look at you!” Seokjin exclaims as you walk into their house rubbing your neck exhausted from standing up 11 hours with only two 5 minute breaks. “Here, I made some gimbap earlier today.” Seokjin slides the plate of gimbap over to you. “Thank you.” You stuff your mouth with the gimbap. “Where’s Daeun and Min-su?”
“Daeun needed to get some things from her office. Min-su wanted to go with her,” Seokjin tells you,“Sooo…” Seokjin raises his eyerbrows with suspicion in his gaze.
“Mmm.” You furrow your eyebrows at the taste of the good.
“Are we going to see you and Jungkook be all over each other again?” Seokjin laughs.
You choke on your food, “Dude! The guy’s engaged!” You shake your head.
“I’m kidding!” He raises his hands signaling you to calm down. “For real though, you good with seeing Jungkook and his fiance together, plus Min-su?”
“Really? I’m past all that. Plus, the focus is Min-su. We’re both just here for him.” You roll your eyes at his question.
“Hm, okay.” Seokjin smirks and takes a sip of his drink.
“If he didn’t have a son with me, I wouldn’t be seeing him and he wouldn’t be seeing me.” An awkward pause rests over you two. “Alright where are these two? I need to go home and shower!” You quickly change the topic.
On the way home, you can’t shake off the conversation with Seokjin. It’s true. If it wasn’t for Min-su, you’d never reconnect with Jungkook. You wouldn’t have shown up at the boxing fight that day. You wouldn’t have met up with his asshole of a manager. He’d probably just be an ex-boyfriend you were in love with five years ago. That’s probably what I’ve been to him all these years. But that’s obviously not the case. You’re not a firm believer of the universe having a plan for everyone, but this gives you just some hope that maybe everything does happen for a reason, whether that be reconnecting with Jungkook for Min-su’s sake or simply finding that extra happiness that you’ve been longing for all these years, whatever that is.
Min-su and Jungkook have been spending more and more time with each other these past few weeks. They’ve been hanging out at his house in the play room that Jungkook recently had built specifically for Min-su or at public places that he’s rented out. These meetings never consist of only you three, you’re always joined by Namjoon or Jiah. Jiah is besides Jungkook all the time, although she doesn’t really make the effort to talk to Min-su. Namjoon has added to his one-word sentences about two more words, so fortunately, you’re able to talk to him a bit more without it being completely awkward. You and Jungkook converse only when Min-su is involved. Other than that, you don’t really talk to each other. He tries to make small talk here and there, but you shut him off with “yes” and “no." There’s also those times you don’t even answer him.
It’s Sunday and you have no work. Min-su is bored, playing on his iPad in his room and you’re ready to watch the new episode of your favorite TV show. Jungkook hasn’t seen Min-su all week long because he had to travel out of the city to shoot a commercial. As you’re about to get comfortable since the show is about to start, you get a text message.
6:07 PM Jungkook: I want to see Min-su. I miss him🥲
As you’re about to leave him on read, there’s a knock on your door. You grunt and get up to open the door. When will you be at peace to watch your show?
Namjoon is standing there.
6:04 PM Jungkook: I already sent Namjoon, sorry😧
You roll your eyes at his text. You wouldn’t have agreed to go, but Min-su has been asking for Jungkook all week long. “Gosh, isn’t he one?” You tell Namjoon and chuckle. “Min-su! We’re going over to Jungkook’s house!”
Min-su comes running straight out of his room, quickly putting his on his shoes, “Okay ready!” He exclaims.
Jungkook opens the door wearing a see-through green lounge set that gives you access to see his godly figure through it. You’re trying your best to keep your eyes away from his chest, torso, and tighs. You’re trying to focus on everything that isn’t him, but that lounge set leaves very little to the imagination.
“Jungkook hyung!” Min-su exclaims as he runs to hug Jungkook. You’ve gotten used to the running hug as this is how they always greet each other. You love to see it every time.
“Hi kiddo!” He hugs Min-su. When he crouches down, he looks up at you, mouthing “Hey” with a pleasant smile. You only nod.
“Hey bud, what do you want to watch?” Jungkook searches for a movie on the TV. Min-su jumps and shouts, “Toy Story!” “Alright, kiddo. Toy Story it is then!” Jungkook laughs.
“Hey, um, is it okay if I go to the backyard?” You ask Jungkook. He looks a bit confused as he thought you’d be joining them. You don’t want to watch Toy Story, again. It’s Jungkook’s turn to go through the Toy Story phase with Min-su.
“Uh-yeah-yes. Sure,” Jungkook replies, “You’re not going to watch it with us?”
“No. Min-su, Mom will just be outside.” Min-su doesn’t turn to look at you as his eyes are glued to the movie.
You’re outside enjoying the clear air and silence. It’s nice to be able to go outside and not hear the busy noises of the city. The fire pit is turned on at the center of the patio. The warmth and the smell of the burning wood make you drift into an afternoon nap.
A door closing wakes you up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Namjoon sits on the chair next to yours.
“Oh no, it’s okay. I’m a light sleeper.” You chuckle.
You let the nature sounds and Min-su and Jungkook’s chuckles from the living room join you and Namjoon’s silence. You like hearing them have a good time together. “You were correct.” You raise your eyebrows at Namjoon pointing to the living room. Min-su loves to be around Jungkook; they bring happiness to each other.
“I wish I could’ve had that opportunity with my daughter.” He gently smiles, looking up to the sky. The air, the fire, the weather, and your presence makes Namjoon feel comfortable enough to share this with you.
“Are you not allowed to see her?” You ask.
“Her mom let me be part of her life when it was too late,” He looks back down at you, “She had cancer. She passed away five years ago.”
“Oh, Namjoon. I am so sorry.” You hold his hand, with a gentle touch, looking at his eyes.
“It’s okay. Choi-hee was her name.” Another gentle smile appearing on his face.
Your hold on his hand tightening and your eyes fixated on his gaze. “If you ever need anyone to talk to— about anything, I’m here.”
Your heart breaks for Namjoon. This is why he was so adamant on Jungkook and Min-su’s relationship to work. He wanted Jungkook to not go through the same thing of not being able to meet his kid. Namjoon wishes he would’ve had the opportunity to know his daughter for a longer period of time, and not only the day she passed.
You hear a throat clear. Namjoon quickly moves his hand away from yours at the sight of Jungkook.
“It’s 8:00.” Jungkook stands at the door. You had told Jungkook that you’d be leaving at that time, since Min-su has school tomorrow.
“Oh. Right.” You blink several times. You wish you didn’t have to leave Namjoon’s company after he shares something like that, but you have no choice.
“Min-su, let’s go! Time to leave.” You start putting Min-su’s coat, scarf, and beanie on him. “Say goodbye to Jungkook.”
“I’ll take you home. I have nothing to do anyway.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders off. You figured it’d be Namjoon taking you home since that’s always how it is, but you guess it’s Jungkook today since Jiah isn’t there.
“Let’s go” He grabs his keys from the table. Namjoon also grabs the keys to the SUV as he usually follows behind him when Jungkook drives his own cars.
“Nah. It’s good. Take the night off.” Jungkook tells Namjoon.
Jungkook gets off his car and walks up the apartment with you and Min-su.
“Alright say bye and thanks to Jungkook.” You tell Min-su as you’re opening the door to the apartment.
“Bye Jungkook hyung! Thanks.” Min-su hugs Jungkook again.
Min-su enters your apartment and drops off his backpack on the couch and goes skipping to his room. As you’re closing the door, you notice Jungkook staring inside your apartment, looking at everything Min-su is doing. He wishes he could see Min-su fall asleep. You see the desire in his eyes to witness Min-su’s day coming to an end. Without much contemplation, you offer him to come in to your apartment.
“Do you want to come in?” You ask him dryly.
“What?” His look directed back at you from the inside of your home.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Sure.” He wipes his palms on his pants.
Little by little, you’re letting Jungkook in to Min-su’s daily life. Although, it feels a bit strange, there’s also a feeling of normalcy, which you appreciate.
“Why is Jungkook hyung sitting on the living room?” Min-su whispers to you in his bath.
“That’s because—” You’re trying to quickly make something up at the moment, “Remember when I said me and him were really good friends a long time ago? We haven’t seen each other in forever, so he wanted to catch up. Also, shhh, but he’s also here because he wants to be your friend really bad.” You scrunch up your nose. Min-su lets out a million of giggles that pull at your heart.
Jungkook hears the giggles coming from the bathroom. He wants to join you and Min-su with every inch of his body, but he knows it’ll be strange for Min-su.
“Hey baby! Medicine.” You hand Min-su his pills.
“Open.”
Min-su opens his mouth.
“Pills.”
Min-su places the pill on his mouth.
“Now, drink and swallow.”
Min-su drinks the water from the straw and swallows a big gulp. He opens his mouth and shows you that he has swallowed his medicine.
You catch Jungkook transfixed at your routine. He’s amazed at your system with Min-su. It’s surreal to him how you and his son have been living your own life without him all these years. He hopes the day comes where he can also have a routine with Min-su too. You hope that too.
As you lay Min-su on his bed, getting ready to put him to sleep, you hear steps approaching the room. You turn around to find Jungkook leaning on the door frame. He gets his phone out and sends a text to someone.
8:50 PM Jungkook: Can I put him to sleep?
He looks up from his phone looking at you with hope in his eyes. Jungkook’s eyes, leaving you with none other than a choice than to let him. You lean into Min-su and whisper onto his ear, “Jungkook wants to be your friend so bad so he wants to put you asleep.” You both let out giggles and you kiss his forehead.
Jungkook sits in the same position you were in besides Min-su, “How’s my favorite kiddo doing?”
You lean on the door frame in the same position Jungkook was watching you. A small smile appearing on your face.
“Tell me a boxing story!” Min-su exclaims with his bunny smile. It tugs Jungkook’s heart to see how identical they look. Jungkook goes on to tell him about this boxing match he had a with a 60-year-old boxer for a charity. “I had to take it easy on him, you know! He was 60-years-old.” Jungkook adds voice effects when talking about the punches and hits of the fight. “He was always meant to win, but not by knockout,” Jungkook raises his index finger, “But then I tripped when he punched me, so it looked like he actually knocked me out!” Jungkook shakes his head. Jungkook is definitely more energetic than you when telling bedtime stories.
Min-su laughs and even a light chuckle comes out of you. A smile forms on Jungkook’s face when he hears it. “Alright dude. Time to sleep. Goodnight.” Jungkook wants to kiss his forehead just like you, but he only squeezes his hand and gives him a warm smile.
As soon as Jungkook is about to turn off the bedside lamp, Min-su asks Jungkook the question.
“Are you my dad?”
Jungkook’s heart makes a shift from 90 beats to 1000 beats per minute, “Uh-I-um,” he nervously chuckles. He looks back at you with his widened eyes shaking. You have the same expression on your face as Jungkook. You hadn’t thought of a way that you were going to tell Min-su that Jungkook was his dad. You thought you still had some more time left to plan it.
“Baby, Jungkook is um,-” You approach the other side of the bed, sitting next to Min-su. Before he lets you think of an excuse, Min-su says, “I heard you and Jungkook talk, mommy. When you told me it was the TV.” You hope everything he got from that conversation was that Jungkook is his dad.
“Is that all you heard, baby?” Your eyebrows furrow, rubbing your thumb on his hand.
“Yep. I couldn’t understand the rest. So, I just fell back asleep.” He giggles.
You feel relieved that Min-su knows Jungkook is his dad. This whole “wanting to be his friend” thing was getting old for you, Jungkook, and clearly Min-su, as he blurted out what he had been hiding this past month.
“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” Jungkook smiles.
“Momma likes to take care of me. Because of my weak heart. So, I figured it’d take her some time to tell me.” He smiles.
“Oh baby, you’re so smart aren’t you? And you don’t have a weak heart anymore! Doctor said it’s big and strong, now. It’ll only get stronger if you go to sleep now. And no more eavesdropping! Goodnight, baby. I love you.” You chuckle, hugging and giving him a kiss on his forehead, leaving Min-su and Jungkook alone in the room.
Jungkook leans forward and whispers to Min-su, “I am your dad.” Bunny smile on full display on both of their faces. Jungkook kisses his cheek and tells him, “Goodnight, kiddo.”
“Goodnight, daddy.” Min-su tells Jungkook and then turns on his side, giving Jungkook his back. Jungkook takes one last look at Min-su before closing the door. There is a yearning look on his face. He whispers. “I love you.” Tears set on his doe eyes before he quickly wipes them away.
“He just called me dad!” He loudly whispers, throwing his thumb back at Min-su’s room. A huge smile on his face. You smile too, but you turn away, not wanting him to see it. “Thank you.” Jungkook tells you as he sits beside you on the couch.
“For?” Eyes fixated on your phone.
“For this. For giving me an opportunity to be his father.” His eyes on you.
“I-um, I’m doing this for Min-su. He deserves to have a father.” You meet his eyes. A serious expression on your face.
“I know. But still. I’d like to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now.” He nods with his words. He gets up getting ready to leave. A question he’s been wanting to ask makes him pause at the door before leaving, “______, we’re okay, right? You and me? To co-parent Min-su? I mean I’m going to marry Jiah and there’s all of that.” He turns to look at you.
“You and me?” You chuckle, “You and me are never going to be okay. But…even if we aren’t, for him we are.” You slant your head, raising your eyebrows at him.
“I’ll see your around, ______.” He smiles.
You give him a tight-lipped smile. Again. No apology.
It hurts you to know that you’re never truly going to be okay with Jungkook. You know he didn’t know about having a son which is why you have agreed to let him into Min-su’s life. However, that doesn’t change anything about him leaving you. To some people it might seem like he simply chose between two things, on of them not being you, but he had a third choice. That third choice consisting of making his dreams come true with you. That third choice is what is keeping you not wanting to forgive nor forget. He had a choice and he didn’t choose the one with you in it.
The only thing you can now do is pretend he never abandoned you, when Min-su is around.
But you and Jungkook? Things will never be the same.
9:30 PM Namjoon: Go straight to the office. There’s been some photos and information leaked to the press.
9:34 PM Jungkook: About
9:34: You, Min-su, and ______ .
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amh maybe this sounds weird, but hey this request is inspired by a scene that i really like from modern family where jay asks gloria, is she angry? then she says "i don't know, if you do something then i am but if you didn't do anything then i'm not" then jay replies that he didn't do anything and gloria says then i'm not mad but in the end gloria says "i'm mad but i'm Latin so I can feel whatever I want "
it made me laugh xd well in summary I wanted some headcanons in a similar situation where the boys ask mc if she's angry and mc answers them like gloria hehe for dorm leaders pls tkm :')
Hi Anon! Thanks for the request :)
Twst boys react to reader being mad at them
Note/warning: female reader, funny, fluff
Extra note: I’ve never watched modern family so I had to look up the scene Anon was talking about. I quoted it word for word in the first dialogue part.
. . .
Twst boy: You mad at me or something?
You: I don’t know. Did you do something to make me mad? Because then I am. But if you didn’t, then I am not.
Twst boy: I didn’t do anything.
You: Then I am not mad.
You(whispering to grim): I am mad.
. . .
Riddle
• he’s just as sensitive as you so he starts to get mad too
• both of you are just going back and forth for a while
• feels bad about how things turned out so he heads over to your dorm to apologize
• says he’s sorry and gives you a much-needed hug
“If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even remember what we were mad about.”
Leona
• ‘why is this my life’
• doesn’t feel like playing the guessing game so he sends ruggie out to go buy you something
• gives you the gift instead of just saying sorry because he’s so stubborn
• feels a weight lifted off his shoulders when you accept
“Listen woman, next time something’s bothering you just tell me so I can fix it.”
Azul
• has no idea where to start
• tries to stay strong but gives up pretty quickly
• he is literally groveling
• will strike a deal in your favor if it will speed up the forgiving process
“What can I offer to make you forgive me? I’ll give anything, baby. I swear it.”
Kalim
• begs Jamil to help him
• can’t really read between the lines
• hugs you and nuzzles your neck
• smiles at you like he’s completely innocent
“Sorryyyy. Can we hug it out?”
Idia
• his worst nightmare has become a reality
• begs you to tell him what he did wrong
• ‘w-w-was it something I did?! Am I bothering you just by breathing?!”
• this probably makes you feel bad so you just directly tell him why you’re mad
“How about we talk this over a B.G.?”
Vil
• truly believes he did nothing wrong
• although he will admit he can be slightly ‘difficult’ at times
• buys your favorite flowers before making his way back to your dorm
• takes one of your hands in his free one and gifts you the bouquet
“Excuse me. You can stop being mad at me now.”
Malleus
• this incident has definitely inspired him to buy the book ‘how to take care your girlfriend for dummies’
• poor baby is stressed
• goes over the top with gifts
• he knocks on your door, holding an array of all your favorite things
“I’m so sorry, Dearest. Please forgive me of my transgressions.”
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‧₊˚ spacedore's 100 follower event ‧₊˚
i recently hit 100 followers!! in celebrating i created a little event, just choose one of the dialogue prompts below and ill write you a drabble with the stray kids member of your choice <3 im so so exited to start this, have fun !!
xtra rules 🐚 pls read
make sure to include which member you want your drabble to be about, make sure to include the gender of the reader you want (ex. f!reader). all requests must be sent through my ask box, and if you want to be tagged in your post, the ask cannot be send by anon. lastly, i don't write smut, so please keep any requests free of that. that's it, please have fun, im looking forward to writing for you !!
‧₊˚ dialogue prompts‧₊˚
"Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"You’re never going to let me live this down, right?"
"Are you really this happy 24/7?"
"Everyone already thinks we’re dating."
"You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do."
"Are you doubting my acting skills?"
"Believe me, I will never be tired of you."
"How does your food always look so good and mine always burns?"
"I'll leave this problem for future me to worry about."
"I'd never thought you'd betray me."
"You know me better than I know myself."
"Are you laughing at me?"
"I feel awful. like literal death."
"How did you not notice, I always flirted with you."
"You’re a dumbass, please know that."
"Here, give this a try and tell me what you think."
"You know you can always talk to me"
"So, what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Hold still. this might sting a little."
"Everything looks so beautiful from up here."
"How long has it been since you've slept?"
"Oh, come on. I wasn't that drunk."
"That has got to be the dumbest idea I've ever heard."
"Keep it. I want you to have it."
"Are we about to kiss right now?"
"I can stay, if you want"
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Number 14 for the Smut Dialogue Ask Game? Pls?
edwin, 14. "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here."
(send a ship and a number from this list!)
“It was time for bed 4 hours ago.”
Edward, night owl in his old life but not in his new one, was trying to get Winry to sleep.
Time had not changed Winry’s sleep schedule. Firmly in her twenties, she stayed up later, pushed her boundaries even more. Worked harder than she ever had.
Worked harder than he ever had, it felt like.
“Just a few more bolts. I’ll be on schedule after that.”
“Or, you’ll take a few extra minutes in the morning.”
She took a deep breath in, trying to find calm. She’d been doing that lately, an attempt to stop swinging her wrench everywhere when something felt wrong.
“Ed… I would really like to go to sleep knowing I’m ahead of schedule.”
“I thought the bolts would only get you on schedule?”
She shrugged. “Maybe more than a few.”
He was in love with Winry. Didn’t want to change a thing about her. Even didn’t mind her staying up late.
But he couldn’t remember what time she came to bed last night, or the night before that. Even before that.
“You’ve been pulling all nighters and catching up with naps this whole week. There is time to finish. Please, Winry.”
The please usually got her. She did pause, hand flexing like she was deciding to put it down or swing.
Instead, it tightens another bolt. Picks up another and places it into the automail.
Okay. He has to try something a little different.
"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here."
She raised a brow at him. As long as they’d been together now, there was no reason to be shy. But their dirty talk was usually in the sanctity of their bedroom or whatever long-flung Resembool field they’d run off to looking for fun.
“You promise?” Winry asked.
Another bolt twisted into place.
Ed was up from his chair and on her in a second, pulling her seat out and her body into his arms. By now, both arms were equal and strong again.
“I love your muscles,” she whispered into his neck, following up with little open mouth kisses.
Ed shivered. He shifted her around until they were behind the couch, flipping her and bending her over. So smooth, so unlike how they used to be: stunted and awkward and not knowing a single thing about the others bodies.
Now they know everything.
“Now, shut up and let me tire you out.”
She giggled. This was not a good deterrent to staying up late. She’d let him think otherwise until he figured it out.
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I Was Not Fucking Kidding when I said tell me about your ocs
so here's a PROMPT LIST you bastards pls tell me about your children in my asks (asks only tho pls i lose track of dms so fast)
Do they know their parents? What are (or were) they like? How was their relationship?
How in touch are they with their culture? Religion?
Are they edgy? Tell me how edgy they are I want to see who can beat Meri.
How do they respond to people who disagree with them?
What is their relationship with gender like? Have they ever thought about it?
What stock do they put in romantic love? Are they seeing anyone? Experiencing unrequited love? Maybe some mutual pining?
Who is their best friend? What kind of shenanigans do they get up to?
How are they with animals? Do they have a cute little animal friend perhaps?
What about kids?
What is one song you associate with them?
Do they do magic? What school(s) do they specialize in? If they're a LDB; do they have strong feelings about the dissolution of the mysticism school?
If they don't do any magic: Why not? What is their relationship with it? Are they into alchemy? Are they perhaps a Hater post oblivion crisis?
What kind of flaws have they been able to grow out of in their life? What about flaws they still have?
What themes (story or personality) stick with them from their childhood all the way to present day?
What is their birth sign? Does it have a major effect on their personality?
How do they see themself?
Do they have a favorite food? How do they feel about cooking, and are they good at it? Do they like sharing food with others?
If you want to have a dialogue and workshop or have me give my thoughts let me know!! Otherwise I'll just share my hype. (Not that I'm a authority on character creation or anything lmao, but collaboration is always fun!!)
Answer more than one, send me something that isn't mentioned here at all, just share your enthusiasm with me!! :D
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requests, the third round
a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸♀️
NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED
some ground rules:
✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')
✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.
✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.
✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!
✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO
✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]
how to request:
send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!
— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)
— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.
request queue!
— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^
lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon
jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy
lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon
kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo
hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon
eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu
eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr
lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez
choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon
idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon
lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana
xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor
jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri
ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon
jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi
choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary
lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon
lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon
kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan
lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon
choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix
lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon
eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon
eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon
lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon
kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon
#the boyz x reader#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#wayv x reader#nct 127 x reader#txt x reader#enhypen x reader#ateez x reader#p1harmony x reader#stray kids x reader#seventeen x reader#part of me feels like imma regret this.... we'll see how i feel tonight and tmr
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Alright I was going to do this on anon but honestly why not own it, ya know? So I first came to your blog with its a match and then slowly spiraled.
First off, I can not believe how fast you've been updating its a match. I don't know what your writing process is but holy fuck you have been feeding us so well. The different dynamics between all the guys and reader is so beautifully crafted. And the way you writer the dynamics between all of the 141 is so good too! I personally feel like they've all been together for such a long time and have such a good relationship outside of the normal chain of command and team bonding. Beautiful! I love when authors write Simon as wanting to feel normal away from work, and you do it so well. Like yes he's gruff and has dry humor but damn does he wear it well. AND THE BANTER!? It's so realistic, like some books/fics the way character talk just sounds so fake, but the way you have them all interacting, talking and texting, is exactly like how I'd imagine them to interact. (SPECIFICALLY THE "HONK SHOO HONK MIMIMIM" PART. I HAD TO TEXT MY HUSBAND ABOUT IT I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD!!) Like typing errors when you text and emojis when you least expect them is just so realistic and I'm obsessed.
Secondly, I came for its a match, but have been scrolling through for all the pegging content. Like I'm not into pegging in practice for myself, but hot damn is it hot to imagine all these super macho guys turned into blubbering, blissed-out messes *chef's kiss* honestly! Like it took me an extra long time to eat dinner because I was so caught up in the pegging tag. Then closed out and came right back to it for any and all updates, wild. Now the thought of pegging is stuck in my brain for as long as the worms feed off it. So thanks for your anons blessing us with the gospel then fucking dipping, honestly meme worthy. And your reactions are so funny, I laugh out loud for EVERY SINGLE ONE! I went through last night reading and liking almost every post under the pegging tag, I couldn't help myself.
Honestly I haven't read your other things tagged in your master list that I can remember (I tend to read without looking at authors) but I'm sure as shit going to do that right after i send this. Also don't feel the need to answer to this if you don't want to, I just wanted to express my love for the vibes here and the discussions you've been having. Keep up the good work on all of your works, it's all been amazing (no pressure, just keep being you!) Sorry for the book of an ask, got a little carried away reminiscing on the fic and pegging parts 😅 hope you have a great day!!
You just made me cry reading this so thanks for that 🙄 /jk pls I can't handle the kind words and the love 🥺🫶
I'm so so thankful you enjoy the banter and dynamics and the texting and everything really! it comes very naturally to me (the banter and jokes) and I just let it flow as it comes to get natural dialogue
as for the pegging, blame my anons bc I literally had almost no hand on it, as you've seen, just corrupted pulled the sacred texts on us and blessed us with that brain rot and yk-
I also have a habit of reading without checking the author unless I've gone on a deepdive of their blog (and if I ever want to check if someone I don't know posted a new chapter to a fic, I just have to hope my dash blesses me with the next chapter LMAO)
I'm so glad you enjoy the vibes here, I'm honestly surprised my blog's fostered such good communication and energy and just... yeah!
(also do not apologize for sending a long ask, I love it so so so so much tytytytytytytytytytytyty)
hope you enjoy everything i've written and will write in the future!
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🎃 trick or treat 🎃
Ask Box Trick or Treat - Fic Edition
Thank you for sending one in! Sorry I'm answering these so late too, but at least Halloween is still around the corner! (Its not the 31st for me quite yet)
Have a peek at a very old word dump that was always meant to be a part of a NyxNoct World of Ruin/fixit AU! It was directly inspired by the instance in FFXV Comrades when you pass by an NPC in Lestallum, who talks to another about how the search for Prince Noctis has been called off. I couldn't stop picturing this moment between Nyx and Cor the moment I heard it.
(Pls don't mind the way the first few paragraphs are written before the dialogue kicks in. I started this when I was having a writing slump, and sometimes I try writing a little differently just to get words unstuck. I haven't touched this in well over a year and just never bothered to fix it.)
(Pls also note I'd probably rewrite the hell out of this now, but it's not a bad start for just trying to get the words out.)
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He will be returning to Lestallum from a mission. He will be bruised, sore and weary. He will overhear it in passing by chance - and it will drive him to the edge of hopelessness.
“They called off the search for Prince Noctis! Without our King - ”
He will freeze in place, feeling suddenly hollow and as if a rug has been pulled from beneath his muddied boots. He will contemplate whether or not he is hearing things. If the phantoms in his nightmares have somehow found a way to haunt him the waking world. He will think that can’t be right. That the civilians don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, and it is nothing more than frivolous gossip to give the survivors of a dark, broken world something to do.
He’ll know exactly who he needs to find to confirm the truth. Cor.
He’ll find Cor tucked away in a tent, standing over a map and marking off areas on it. Cor will look up at Nyx, confused at the frantic manner he entered in. Nyx will be huffing both breathless and frustrated, dropping his backpack to the floor and looking at Cor in frustrated bewilderment.
“What the hell do you mean the search is off?”
Cor’s brows rise, eyes slightly widening in shock. Just as quickly, his jaw clenches and he glances off to the side, closing his eyes to sigh quietly. It’s all the confirmation Nyx needs.
“You heard…” He says slowly, looking back up at Nyx.
“Not from you.” Nyx glares.
“I was going to tell you as soon as you returned.”
“And I’m here to tell you to call the search back on.” He shakes his head. “You can’t do this.”
“It’s been months and we’ve exhausted all traces of potential leads. The crystal is nowhere to be found. It brings me no comfort to do so, but we must move on.”
“He’s our King!” Nyx snaps, knowing Cor knows as well as he does that, for him, it’s more than that. Noctis might be everyone’s King, but he is solely Nyx’s whole heart. “We can’t just give up on him!”
“We’re not!” Cor snaps back, circling around the table to come toe to toe with Nyx. They both glare at each other, angry and frustrated with everything but each other. Angry and frustrated with the current state of the world and the choice it’s causing them to make. “You think I want to do this? You think I want to feel like I’m going to outlive another King after I failed the last one? I don’t! But take another look around you. We’re the last line of defense this world has. The last line of defense the people have. Noctis would want us to focus all our efforts and resources on protecting them. You know that as well as I do.”
Nyx knows. Really, he should know better than anyone, but he’s not ready. Not ready to take that step just yet. Not ready to put Noctis on a backburner and spend his days hoping he returns by some crystal given miracle or prophecy. There has to be another way. There must, but he won’t waste his time trying to convince the Marshal of it any longer. He doesn’t even necessarily fault him for this line of thinking.
Cor, much like everyone else, is simply doing his best. Nyx knows he should respect that.
Which is why the only thing he has left to say when he turns to swiftly leave the tent is, “I’m taking a walk.”
“Ulric –”
“I just need some time, alright? Don’t even think about sending Highwind after me.”
((p sure he's supposed to send Highwind after him eventually))
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SFW/Soft prompts:
Dialogue:
“i just wanted to remind you that you're doing a great job, and to keep up the hard work! i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”
“If I could make everything better with a hug, I'd hug you the whole day until it was all okay”
“I can’t even explain in words, how much I love you”
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”
“If you're hurting, please tell me. I don't know what it feels like, but I want to be here for you.”
“I want to understand what you're going through. I'm on your side. You are not in this alone”
“It’s just you and me against the world”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“I’ll never let you go, don’t worry”
“I’m better when I’m with you”
“Because I love you!”
“Shut up and kiss me”
“Please don’t leave me”
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.
“How about a kiss?”
“Your bed head is really cute”
“I love it when you get cuddly like this”
“Here, let’s share the blanket”
“But I wanna hear you sing!”
“You don’t ever have to pretend. Not with me. Not ever.”
“Just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”
“I love you. Every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything. We can just sit here”
“I can stay, if you want.”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“You look really beautiful in the moonlight”
Actions/scenarios:
Hearing a song that reminds them of you
Looking deeply into your eyes
Giving you a nickname
Giving them a nickname
When they’re crying
When they pick you up from work/school
Smelling your cologne/perfume in a crowd
Standing up for their s/o
Hearing your laugh
Walking together
Mornings with them
Letting them choose your outfit/matching outfits w them
When you ask them to help you w your homework
Reactions when you fall asleep on them
When you wear their clothes
Dates w them
Send in any number and idol from this list and I’ll write a mini fic or drabble!!:
skz, ateez, enhypen, txt, bts, twice, & itzy
(for now since I know them well enough 😅)
When requesting: Please note weither you’d like the reader to be male, female or gender neutral. Otherwise I’ll automatically make them gender neutral :)
Choose only one action and one or two dialogue :)
Leave the requests in my inbox ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡
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thats okii 🫂 i def understand i mean u dont have to show other ppl how much i support u and i like it either way since all i gotta know is thag u received it and appreciated it 🫂 if theres ppl that is sending hate asks pls ignore and delete them… its not like i view u as someone with a weak mentality but like even if ppl have a strong mind and personality, they cant help but wonder whag they did wrong to receive skmething like thag 🫂 i always support wtv decision u make and i prefer it if u take a break as much as possible since i want u to rest without thinking that writing is ur responsibility and that ure obliged to post 🫂 remember that im always here okii and that u should take care of urself muah muaah 💗 while ure taking a break can i send at least one ask a day? sending ask to ur blog became a habit actually 😭
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Yes, of course you can send me asks <3 I've gotten used to you sending them.
Don't worry about me, though. I know I didn't do anything "wrong", which is why that ask was so confusing to me? I honestly thought I would get criticism for the content of my fics, not for something that I don't make a particular habit out of. So I'll be okay. I also think that's important to have an open dialogue. Unless it's malicious hate, I'll accept any form of criticism so long as it's fair.
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💫 🌈 🦋
hi peach!!! :3 sorry i info-dumped on the last one, this is clearly something that bugs me a lot LMAO
send me some writer asks!
💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
answered here!
🌈 is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
ouuu well honestly my favorite unpublished fic is my bsd one. the OC is actually pretty fleshed out and she just kinda matches up with the story. plus i think i was able to write her in a way that was badass but not too mary sue-esque. but i'm honestly probably not going to ever publish it
🦋 what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
OH BOY WHERE DO I START
tbh and idk why this is SUCH a huge point of discourse in the fandom, but i guess writing levi in character? i see mixed opinions of his characterization all the time, and i'm getting kinda sick of it ngl. all this talk about dom vs sub, rough vs soft, like bruh he's a 2d anime man, pls calm down
ALSO the whole discourse about how x readers should be written. i'm not too uncomfy with making the reader that immersive, but i do use placeholders like "_____" (not a fan of y/n or Name tho) because i feel like my dialogue hits different like
"God dammit, _____, I don't want you to go because I'm in love with you for fuck's sake!"
hits harder than something like
"God dammit," Levi cursed as he called out your name, "I don't want you to go because I'm in love with you for fuck's sake!"
i understand that not everyone likes the placeholders and that some people even cringe from reading/writing it but it just doesn't fit my writing style and makes me all :/// when people go on about it. i think a few months ago there was some talk about it and that's the closest i've come to deactivating because i got so upset lmao
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