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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Breathless

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Warning: Medical emergency / Asthma Attack

I woke, as I typically did with a sharp fast gasp. immediately I heard the wheeze in my chest like a pair of old moth-eaten bellows. I sighed and turned to my bedstand opening the little rosewood box and hearing the gentle tune of the music box inside plaid as soon as I opened it I grabbed one of the prerolled cigarettes shutting the box again and saw the candle on my bedside table still burning so I set the tip in the flame until it began to smoulder so I laid down on my back slowly but surely taking a deep inhale and blowing the resulting smoke across my ceiling. It fixed it as much as it ever did so I finished up and set the end in my little metal box with many others.

"There's my sweet girl!" My father gleamed as he entered my bedroom with a wide smile

"Good Morning Father," I smiled sitting up in my bed

"It is a fantastic morning, A perfect morning for our party!" He cheered going to open my curtains to let in the sunshine

I smiled as much as I could force, I knew this was important to him and I wanted only to be supportive.

"I have a gift for you" He smiled tapping my nose playfully He clicked his fingers towards the door and the maid scurried in with a large box in hand, he took the box from her and set it on the bed opening the box up pulling out from the tissue and ribbon a sweet expensive new dress.

It was beautiful, A long off-the-shoulder dress of a sweet fabric a light pale pink with vertical strips of purple, and white lace at its hem, neckline and lace elbow-length sleeves with a black ribbon at its waist. It was utterly beautiful and would not have been cheap for my father to buy. but I began to panic as I looked at it seeing the ribbon and how small it was.

I knew my father, he meant well but he always did this and always it made me fearful.

But I forced a smile "Thank you Father" I said giving his cheek a kiss

"You're welcome, Now come along guests begin to arrive soon" He said rushing off to make preparations.

I sighed climbing from my bed, I went and had a nice hot bath laying in the warm water for longer than I should just because it seemed to soothe my chest but I soon climbed out and went to my window in my towel looking out to the gardens.

My father was a very wealthy businessman in port with a lot of dealings coming and going in shipping, of course, our house was lustrous and grand second only to the governors only a few miles up the road, but the governor could not hold a candle to my father's gardens, well known in the area and beyond for the grandiose and beauty of the many exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, He took great pride in the garden and this combined with his utter love fort entertaining. Meant we had an awful lot of garden parties.

Today was no exception my father was hosting a garden party and had invited everyone who could be imagined. He adored parties being an utter social butterfly, I however was more of an.... antisocial bookworm not much wanting to go but knowing word would spread if I didn't attend my father's own parties. It didn't much help my looming age knowing at the back of my mind certain men had been invited not due to my father really wanting them at the party but my father realizing they could be a good match for me so invited them in the hope one would catch my interest. But I know I am a very lucky girl, Many fathers would be insisting by now or would have wedded their daughter off for a business deal. But My father was a decent man and had always promised me I could choose my husband, that I could marry for love no matter who it would be. He felt he couldn't deny me what he and my mother had.

I went to my mirror and began to dress, I pulled my white stockings up to my thighs adjusting them so the little lilac bows would sit forward, I pulled my long cotton underdress over my body tugging it down as far as it would go, by then my maid arrived and I gulped as she picked up my cream corset. I simply watched the mirror doing my best to not panic as she wrapped it around me and began to lace the back, I did my best to keep my breaths slow and steady but that wasn't exactly easy until finally she finished with the back, she pinned the ribbons in place and turned me to face her so she could pull the ribbons to the front to lace it again leaving me squeezed as much as possible

"How much more?" I gasped already feeling breathless

"Not much more Miss." she said "Pencil thin is the London style miss" She reassured

"I am not a pencil. I am a lady." I argued half of me was joking the other half was serious.

Finally, she tied the last bow and removed the pin in the back as there was now no give in the ribbon at all, she took my crinoline the large wicker bird cage-looking thing that always made me smile a little tieing it simply around my waist and she helped me to slip on my dress, it was beautiful and I did feel very pretty even if again the lacing began as she all but sewed me into the dress ensuring it would be as close to me as possible. Not being helped by my father's purchase choices.

"Alright miss?" she asked as she finished the last bow

"Yes. Thank you" I lied, finally she helped me into my shoes and left to attend the party. "Women in London must have learnt not to need to breathe" I sighed I sat at my vanity and did what little make-up I bothered with before finally taking my hair from the tight braid I had done last night allowing it to now be in sweet curls. Once done I looked out to the window again seeing people had already gathered for the party so I grabbed my lace fan and my parasol and headed down to the gardens.

"Ahhh My goodness an angel!" My father joked as he saw me "You look beautiful" He smiled

"Thank you Father" I smiled

"Go on then, Mingle I'll check in on you later," He told me ushering me deeper into the party, I did my rounds parasol in hand often batting my fan to try and get some air down my throat doing my best to greet and be pleasant with people.

As I made the rounds I took note of those who were here already spotting a few men my father would have invited purely in the hopes of grabbing my attention but as I walked to a less populated area of the garden I took a seat for a moment on the stone bench I spotted a similar soul.

He stood by one of the statues away from the main business of the party, dressed in his usual way but cleaned up a little better, he seemed awkward unsure why he was here, out of place in this bussle. I felt for him of course and for a moment even I wasn't sure why he was here. But then I recalled seeing Dr Sneed on my walk around the party and I know how my father thinks, my father would have invited Dr Sneed because he is his doctor and thus not inviting his own doctor to his party would be rude, and of course then in my fathers mind he must also invite Dr Dawkins for if he invited Sneed and Not Dawkins that too would have been rude. Honestly, I'm surprised he took up the invitation. For a moment we caught eyes and he offered me a small smile so I did my best to do so back.

“You alright my sweet?’ my father asked as he approached sitting beside me

“Yes, just wanted a moment from all the excitement” I smiled

‘ahh well come along we are to begin the walk” he smiled to me taking my hand and soon enough the walk began, this was typical of every party my father would lead a walk around the gardens explaining almost every flower and plant giving a tour to the guests of course most ate it up but I slowly but surely slinked away until I was at the very back of the walk where I again found Dr Dawkins.

“Good day doctor”

“Good day miss y/l/n, does your father always do this?’

“Yes” I chuckled moving my parasol slightly higher as to protect him too

“AHH thank you” he smiled moving a little closer to be under the protection of the lace from the blistering sun

“Quite alright” I answered “what brings you to the party?”

“Your father invited me. Wasn't going to bother but something to do I suppose’ he chuckled

“I guess. I rather find it all tedious”

“well we agree on some things’ he chuckled “I have to admit though your dress is utterly stunning”

“Thank you doctor’ I blushed a little but had to fan myself quickly as I felt slightly breathless from the walking

“Ohh don't worry pleatenties of the party you can just call me jack” he smiled

“ohh that's very sweet, thank you jack’ I smiled “then y/n I insist”

“Why thank you, My god is he going to take us past every plant?” He whispered

“That he is” I smiled

“Any particular reason?’

‘its his pride. He adores his garden above all else?”

“Even you?’

“I don't know, I should hope not but I wouldn't be surprised’

“Why? Why would be focus so much on his garden and not his daughter?”

“He promised my other that her beloved garden would always bloom, she died only a few days later” I explained

“Ohh forgive me y/n I-”

“It's alright, he can be… overboard at times” I said doing my best to slow and catch my breath

“Are you alright?’ he asked

“Yes forgive me-”

“No no it's alright, are you sure? You seem lost for breath?’ he said carefully taking my arm

“I'm fine” I answered as I gasped trying hard not to wheeze or cry anything that might draw attention to myself he seemed panicked I tried again and gasp but it just wasn't working and I almost went over

“Whoa. I'm taking you inside’ he said quickly putting an arm around me and taking me quickly back to the house I dropped my parasol and fan as soon as I got in the door trying desperately to get my breath in “which way to your room?”

“This way” I gasped now beginning to cough and wheeze loudly taking his hand and leading him to my room as soon as I was inside I leant on my ottoman trying desperately to get some air into my lungs as he shut the door and came over

“Are you short of breath?”

“Yes” I gasped surely that was obvious

“try to breathe slow for me if you can” he asked and I did my best but that only made me wheeze louder

“Take off your dress.” He said

“I beg your pardon Dr Dawkins!’ I argued

“I need to examine you take off your dress” he said

“I cannot” I answered between gasps

“I'm a doctor I won't look y/n but I need to exmaine you” he said

“No I cannot. My maid she-”

“She's sewn you into the dress?” he asked and I nodded “alright” he said slipping off his jacket and grabbing a small knife from his pocket “I'll be as careful as I can” he said slowly using the blade to cut where my dress had been stitched by my maid until finally it released I quickly stepped away and pushed the dress off me as well as my crinoline immediately I felt a little better as I looked forward letting out slow breaths I caught sight of jack in my mirror he lied to me. He was looking. But I felt still so breathless that I tumbled onto my ottoman ‘whoa whoa! I got you. I got you.” He reassured only just catching me making me sit on the ottoman “I need to remove your corset”

“Doctor!”

“I have to remove it” he said coming to face me starting to unlace my corset ties quickly with his nimble fingers “out of curiosity. How'd your mother die?”

“Respiratory failure” I gasped and he looked up to me seeming panicked

“How old was she?”

“Twenty nine”

“Christ - for - god-” he grunted trying to deal with the knots and loops and ties in my corset until finally he unlaced the front and tried to pull it off but of course it didn't move he looked confused so I moved his hand to my back and he moved behind me seeing of course all the lacing on the back ‘oh you gotta be kidding me!’ he complained “they really didn't want you of this dress.’ he said fighting with the ties before “fuck it!’ he complained grabbing his knife again and cutting though the lacing managing to force the whole corset off me and that helped considerably “there we go.” He said a lift proud of himself “nice and slow let me listen” he said for a moment looking around the room clearly for something to use to listen but “I don't have my tools uhhh okay. Guess we have to do this the old fashioned way” he said sitting on the ottoman with me lifting my underdress up to expose my bare back I glanced in the mirror again and saw his cheeks slightly deeper with red his eyes glancing down from my neck all the way to the ottoman before he moved closer resting his head on my back to press his ear to my skin “nice and slow for me. Just breathe with me In. And out. In and back out” he said and I did my best to breath with him even if I ended up coughing and wheezing as he walked me through a few long breaths “how long have you been like this?” He asked as he pulled back moving so I could see his face letting go of my underdress

“Forever”

“I get the feeling you need to tell me something.” He said

“I'm asthmatic. Have been as long as I can remember.” I answered

“That certainly explains a lot” he said “when did a doctor tell you?”

“I was nine.”

“I take it your mother was too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, how are you managing it? What do you have to take when you get like this?” He asked

“The box on my bedside table” I told him still struggling he got up and went to the box seeming confused

“What are these?”

“Asthma cigarettes. Prof prescribed them” I answered

“You smoke!’ he argued

“On doctors instructions yes.” I answered

“Are you mad!”

“There not tobacco there thorn apple leaves there meant to help” I said

He sighed begrudgingly bringing one over so I took it and lit it on a candle sitting for a few moments slowly inhaling it all

He brushed the smoke away from his face a moment before rather angrily speaking “he's mad.”

“It helps.”

“So would you sitting not moving for the ten minutes it took you to smoke that” he argued “but that dress wasn't helping in the slightest why on earth did they lace you in that corset so much?”

“It's the style apparently. Plus I needed to”

“Why?”

“...father buys all my dresses two sizes smaller then I am. I have to double lace the corset for a hope of even getting in them

“Why would he do that?”

“He means well. He thinks if he buys all my clothes too small it's… encouraging”

“Encouraging? I hate to ask but when did you last eat anything?”

“...four days ago.”

“Okay, that is also not going to be helping.” He said

“Yeah well you try fitting into a dress with a twenty one inch waist” I pouted

“I think he's trying to kill you.” He joked “you feel a bit better now?”

“Yes. Thank you jack”

“You're welcome. How often do you get attacks like that?”

“once a week or so.”

“Does your father know?”

“Somewhat. I don't always tell him the whole truth”

“Would you be against coming to the hospital?”

“What?”

“I am not confident about leaving you alone tonight. If you agree I'll talk to your father take you to the hospital I'll keep you under observation myself.”

“Why?”

“.... I fear this may be worse then just a simple attack y/n”

“I don't want to worry my father. he's fearful enough as it is”

“Then which would you rather? He be a little worried a stressed as you spend the night in hospital in my care or he comes in here and finds you dead in your bed tomorrow morning because I'm pretty sure which one will upset him more.”

“One night?”

“One night. Under observation.”

“Alright jack”

“Thank you y/n” he smiled giving my hand a kiss “just rest i'll go see your father” he said as he got up and headed out of my room.

Eventually he arrived with my father in tow and the two discussed as my maid packed me some items and my father called us a carriage, I changed into my loosest dress doing my best not to show my father my struggles

“Perhaps Dr sneed would be better he is my doctor he's taken such food care of me” he began

“Dr sneed is very busy he won't have time and what she needs is observations now I have the time to do so”

“Keep me posted won't you?”

“I promise.”

“You'll take care of her doctor?”

“Absolutely, I promise she'll be back right as rain”

“Alright, I'll see you soon sweetheart” he smiled kissing my head before he slowly and tenderly let my hand go giving it to jack, he smiled to me squeezing my hand and leading me slowly to the carriage luckily the party never even noticed but as i sat down my father pulled jack close to him. “Anything happens to her. It's your head.”

“Yes sir” he nodded before climbing into the carriage with me.

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soap-ify · 4 months

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tw : nsfw, dubcon (simon gets you too drunk)

guitarist!ghost would be your loud neighbour who’d be blaring the music at full volume, sometimes even bringing the rest of his band in to play all night, disturbing your sleep. the complaints from the other neighbours never really helped, and most of them didn’t even seem to mind it the way you did.

he was odd for sure, always too quiet in the mornings, barely even coming out of his flat.

and during the rare times you had passed by him in the corridor, you always hesitated from confronting him because he just looked so intimidating — imposing with beefy tatted arms and a balaclava always covering his face, eyes almost dead and emotionless, his guitar case always slung on his back.

though one night, you really had enough of him. the loud music kept distracting you from your work, so you finally gathered some courage to storm over to his apartment and bang loudly on the door until he somehow manages to hear it and open it up, revealing you looking up at him with a frustrated gaze, still cladded in your loose pajama shirt and shorts.

“what?” he gruffly spoke, his voice causing you to shiver up a bit while his brown eyes scanned you up and down.

“can you lower down your music? i really need to finish my work.” you attempted to be as polite as you could, your lips still formed in an irritated pout.

ghost couldn’t help but chuckle behind his mask, completely dismissing your words as he stepped forward, one hand reaching out to gently hold the side of your arm, playing with the sleeve of your shirt.

“wanna have a few drinks?”

this ended up with you being all drunk and giggly, clearly having a low tolerance as ghost. he might have intentionally given you lots of drunk due to that. and he couldn’t help but make fun of you all the time, having you all splayed underneath him on his worn out couch, his big veiny cock stuffing your tight cunt full while his callused thumb lazily played with your clit, your pajama shirt hiked up till your pretty tits, nipples hardened up and staring directly at him.

“look at you… all dumb and drunk on my cock, eh? kept complainin’ about the music and now can’t even speak properly.” he sneered, his balaclava hooked up until his nose, a cigarette loosely hung in between his lips as he exhaled smoke, blowing some on your face, causing you to cough and moan.

"came at my front door in those skimpy pajamas of yours. bet you just wanted to get fucked. too tired from work, right? poor thing."

your brain was too fuzzy to properly think, restricting you from saying something mean back to him, the only thing in your mind being the way his girth was stretching you out, making you all soft and pliant, your hands clumsily reaching up to cup his face, fingers rubbing against the mild stubble on his jaw. ghost didn’t stop you at all, eyes focused on the way his cock moved in and out of your pussy.

you were too fucked to even announce that you were about to cum, your orgasm hitting you hard.

needless to say, you were shocked and embarrassed the next morning while your head was hurting a bit too much, finding yourself in his bed, snuggled underneath a blanket all alone.

the memories from last night were starting to become cleared, and maybe you somewhat liked it. you definitely needed to smack him tho.

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enbyfrogwrites · 5 months

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you're so needy, baby

first actual post, be kind!

tags: dead dove do not eat, mommy kink, sub! choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mixed coded but there's nothing pertaining to race tho outwardly, begging, cockwarming, needy!choso, dom!reader, 18+

also i tried my best but there's going to be spelling error and shit, i'm only one person and im sorry. Also decided to end it early because I don’t think that it’s that good. But if you want me to actually finish it, shoot me an ask.

word count: ~1.7k

It started that you wanted to play your game, and Choso kept asking for attention. He kept standing by your side even though you just started your new quest in your game. It was going to take awhile. You kept looking up at him when you saw him shuffling side to side from the corner of your eyes.

"Cho," You voice soft, this was your first forreal day off that you didn't have to do errands or still go on missions. You wanted to play your game. It's been weeks. "What is it that you need, baby?"

Your boyfriend just silently pulled at your sleeve, giving you a pout.

"If you want something, you have to tell me, I can't read minds." You pause your game and full turn to face the poor curse.

"I just..." His voice so quiet and sounds? Whiny? "I really miss you, Mommy."

oh. Oh.

"You miss Mommy, baby?" You coo, your face splitting into a toothy grin. You watch him nod, his face flushing such a pretty shade of pink.

"We...we haven't done it in so long," His voice was most definitely whiny. He wasn't wrong, since you were sent on back to back missions, all you did when you got home was just...sleep. The only thing you two did for the past couple weeks was scattered blows and handies. You understood where he was coming from.

But you really wanted to play your game. You also happened to look down, and see that Choso was half hard in the joggers you bought him. A bright idea crossed your mind, making you giggle slightly. It was perfect.

"How about this," You purr, your hands reach out and caress his stomach through his shirt. You watch as his body tensed and breath hitched. It made you smile softly. He's such a needy boy.

"I'll warm your cock, baby. I'll sit on your cock, and you be good for Mommy, okay?" You watch as his face twist in lust and confusion.

"Let Mommy play their game for one hour, okay? If you don't move and be a good boy, Mommy will let you fuck their hole however you want to, sound okay, Cho?"

Choso's face brightened up, you watched as his cock gave an interested twitch in the joggers.

"So... I can fuck Mommy if I'm good?" His voice was too cute, it was so hopeful and happy.

You nod, your lips giving your boyfriend a small smile of encouragement. "But, you're not allowed to move in me for one full hour. If you're able to do that, then yes." You really wanted to clarify the last part. You still really wanted to play your game.

Choso nodded, his face bright pink in lust and his facial expression showed so much excitement. You get off your office chair and motion for him to sit in it. You watch as he clammers into the chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. His pants was still on…now that just won’t do.

You decided to pull the chair out from the desk, his hands grabbing on to the arm rests of your chair as you move him back. You move the chair far enough that you can slot yourself between the desk and your boyfriend, with space to move. You bend down to gently tug at Choso’s pants, pulling softly at each pant leg to get your point across. He dutifully lifts up his hips and you pull his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh you, slut. No underwear? You’re so needy, baby!” You laugh, not maliciously but out of surprise. Generally he always kept his underwear on even at home, it was a habit he picked up from living with Yuuji before coming to live with you. He’s so desperate. It was so cute.

Choso nodded, his flushed face deepening in color. “I missed you so much, Mommy.” Your heart fluttered, god he was so cute. You were wearing one of your boxers only, so you swiftly pulled them off and tossed them off to your bed which was next to your desk. You watched as your boyfriend’s cock jumped, his cock almost all the way hard just from taking off both of your bottoms.

“This only works if you’re fully hard, so I’m gonna suck on it okay? Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy.” He gulped, his blush went down his neck and to his chest.

You didn’t wait for a response, you carefully dropped to your knees so you don’t land on your boyfriend’s feet. You looked back up at his face, looking at his lust filled eyes as you carefully brought the tip of his cock to your lips. Choso gasped quietly as you began to go down on him, your brain storing all his beautiful sounds in your memory bank for later. You sucked as much as you could comfortably fit in your mouth, making sure not to swallow around his hard length. After all, it’s just to make sure he’s completely hard not to actually get him off. You pulled back and went down again, doing this action a handful more times. Each time you took a bit more of his length in your mouth than the last. By this point Choso began panting, his mouth was open and he was mewling pathetically at the attention that you were giving him. You watched as his face began to scrunch up, his eyebrows furrowing cutely as he whined softly and gripped the arms of your desk chair.

You decide to pull off, which caused Choso to whimper. “Mommy, you felt so good though!” Choso was adorable, his eyes had tears in the corners from the stimulation.

“I know baby, but I told you I just wanted to just get you hard so you can slide in my hole, remember?” You were teasing him, you hand coming to gently stroke the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch in your hand deliciously, making you smile up at him. “Only for an hour, okay?”

You stood up and pulled up your shirt a little, it was baggy and you didn’t want it to catch on his cock or anything else. You leaned down a little bit and kissed Choso, your lips only going for a peck then pulling away. It was adorable seeing the poor curse trying to follow your lips. You turned around and felt Choso’s hands grab at your back, massaging your rolls lovingly as you pulled the chair closer to the desk with one hand. It was nice, your boyfriend didn’t care what you looked like, he loved your fat stomach, all your stretch marks and cellulite. It made you so happy that Choso genuinely love you for you, and wasn’t an asshole or embarrassed by you being fat. It made your heart soft when you felt his right hand snake its way to your front and rubbed at your stretch mark covered apron belly. You loved him so much. Without much prompting, you reached between your legs and aimed Choso’s cock to your now sopping wet hole. You carefully sat down, sheathing his length inch by inch. It took you a couple moments since your boyfriend was so big, but you finally bottomed out and was fully seated in his lap. Behind you though, you hear Choso gasping and felt him grip at your stomach. You looked behind your shoulder and saw his face was completely blissed out but also tortured. Your boyfriend’s face was so flushed, and his lips were parted and had drool partially leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby you feel so good around me.” Choso gasped out, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his eyes to look at yours. “Love your hole, Mommy! It makes my cock feel so good!”

You smile softly as you lean back to give him a kiss. You sloppily landed it on his nose, since that was as close as you could get, but nonetheless you turn back around. You shifted a little, getting a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs. The moment made both of you sigh, his shaft was hitting your insides Perfectly, and your hole was clenching around his shaft so good. It was then that you realized with a laugh that you were still too far away from the desk, Not too far away, but too much so that you couldn’t reach your keyboard well enough to actually play.

“Baby?” You ask, your head turning around to look at your boyfriend. “You can move me for a minute or two if you scoot the chair up closer to the desk.”

“Move you on my cock?” Choso sounded so excited.

“Yep! Only for a minute or two, then I’ll play my game. But I can’t play this far away from the keyboard.” You blink at Choso as he smiled at you as he did what you ask in a heartbeat. You felt yourself and him scoot across the hardwood floor in a smooth motion, his thighs clenching as he flexed his legs to propel forward. Choso propelled you two enough so you can reach your keyboard and pull it closer to you. He left enough room so your stomach wasn’t digging into the desk, he was so considerate. God you loved him.

“Okay, you can move for only two minutes then you’ll let me play, okay?” You grinned at Choso as you felt him grab at your hips and sides, and hefted you up. Since he was a half-curse, his strength was able to carry you with no problems. He swiftly brought you down, your ass smacking against his pelvis with a loud slap. You grab at your desk as he lifted you up and began a brutal pace. You were left moaning helplessly. Your body jolting with each time Choso meeting you halfway. You look at your desktop and see that two minutes has passed and you reach down and grab at Choso’s legs, making him come to a halt.

“Baby, that’s two minutes.” You grinned wolfishly.

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mermaidgirl30 · 2 months

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✨Enchant Me Chapter 1: I Was Enchanted to Meet You✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: I want to thank that purple house for giving me this whole idea in the first place, but reader and Joel are so soft in this series I’m crying 🥹 Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for listen to me babble my ideas and rant about how cute these two are in this series! We don’t have enough witchy, nature reader Joel fics, so thought I should make one ☺️✨🌙 Comments and reblogs are always appreciated, I always love hearing your feedback! 💜

Summary: Joel delivers a custom built table to a little house out in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t realize he’s going to fall for the girl behind the doors of that small purple house. He falls head over heels for her special herbal tea, tarot card readings, and talks of nature and plants as he keeps going back to see her.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader (Fic is in both reader and Joel’s POV)

Word Count: 7.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: Soft Joel, lots of fluff, Joel falling in love, witchy reader, eventual smut in later chapters, plant and animal lover reader, lots of cute nicknames for reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you.”

- Taylor Swift “Enchanted”

The spring breeze of April rustles through Austin as green leaves blow gently down the street, light streaks of sunlight glistening in the open shop as Joel finishes the final touches on a lilac handmade wooden side table. Tiny, intricate white flowers he’d hand painted cover the lilac material. Joel had no idea who he was making it for, he only saw the order request in the computer on his list of custom orders. Tommy must’ve talked to that particular customer when Joel was in the back crafting something.

As Joel finishes the final touches on polishing the little table, he yells for Tommy to come over. “Hey, Tommy. Who’s this order for? I just got finished, guess I can go ahead and deliver it today since we aren’t too busy,” he says as he stands up with a huff, placing a hand on his lower back as he gets up from the rough ground.

“Ahh, that one is for this sweet girl that came in a couple weeks ago. Kinda shy, quiet, but sweet as pie. Pretty thing, too. She sure talked a lot about nature,” Tommy laughs as he grabs the thick white notebook and gets your contact information out, handing Joel the address and name of the customer who had bought it.

Joel looks at it carefully as his eyes scan the address. “She lives out in the middle of nowhere,” Joel says as his eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah, all the way in Cedar Lake. Not too far, but that’s definitely not in the city. It’s only twenty minutes from here though. So, you want me to take it? I don’t mind,” Tommy replies as he leans to grab the notebook. Joel brings it out of his reach and clutches it to his chest.

“Nah, I’m the one that made it so I’ll be the one delivering it.”

“Suit yourself,” Tommy scoffs as he holds his hands up. “Tell her I said hello, will ya?”

“Sure,” Joel says as he grabs the paper with your name and address on it and shoves it down in the denim pocket of his dark jeans. He rolls his blue flannel sleeves up to his elbows and exposes tanned skin as he grabs up the table and loads it in the back of his white Chevy truck.

Once he’s inside and has the engine revved up, he pulls away from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and heads down the street, toward the direction of a long, gravel road that will take him to your place.

Cedar and oak trees fill the last half of the drive while deer scurry off from grazing in the grass as soon as they see Joel’s truck. The houses get thinner in this area, only one or two spread out with acres of land behind them. Joel keeps driving through the thick of the green, eyes trained on the narrow road ahead of him.

“Now who lives all the way out here?” Joel asks himself as his GPS stops him right as he pulls up to a single house that’s surrounded entirely by the woods.

He puts his truck into park and turns off the engine, grabbing his keys and shoving them in his pocket. Just as he steps outside into the grass, a wild rabbit runs off into the opposite direction of him and a black raven caws and flies off into a tall cedar tree.

Whoever lives here must like animals a lot.

Joel carefully retrieves the furniture from the bed of his truck and grunts his way to the front door, making his way up the few wooden steps that lead him to the front door. When he sets the side table on the wooden porch, he takes in the outside of the house.

The house is painted a deep purple color with yellow wooden rails outlining the edge of the porch. All types of different floral plants of names he doesn’t know lines each side of the cobbled stone path that leads to the front of the house. Colorful stained glass windows are sprawled on the top windows as the bottom windows sit wide open for the warm breeze to seep into. It’s unique, a house like he’s never quite seen before. Now he needs to know who lives way out here in the middle of nowhere in a little purple house that’s stacked with plants.

He knocks on the sturdy purple door three times and stands back while he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, fidgeting with his fingers as he patiently waits. Before long, he hears the creak of the door opening and looks up to say his greeting.

“Hi, I’m from Miller’s Woodshop Creations and I came to…”

He stops when he takes in the sights of you as you open the door wide, stepping out onto the porch in a lilac colored sundress that goes down to the middle of your thighs, exposing long legs as the bodice hugs your hips perfectly. He gasps at the beautiful shades of your eyes. He’s never seen such beautiful eyes before, a color that reminds him of warm summer days and clover covered fields. Your hair is in soft curls, held back by a pink ribbon as you flash him a smile that can knock him down to his knees. He thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking. The most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Oh! My little table I ordered. I had no idea it was finished! Let me see it,” you say excitedly as he steps out of the way and lets you bend over to analyze the table.

You rake your fingers over the smooth, polished wood and carefully trace the edges of the hand painted white flowers that cover the surface of the table. It’s so beautiful, exactly what you were looking for when you placed the order. You were afraid they wouldn’t see the vision you were going for, but this was exactly what you wanted. It was perfect.

“This is incredible! Exactly what I pictured it to be. Who made this?” you ask incredibly as you hover over the top of the smooth wood.

“I did,” he says nervously behind you.

You drop your hands and push yourself off the porch, turning to take in the man who made this himself. “You made this?” you ask quietly.

“Mhm. Just finished it up today,” he answers, his eyes locking on yours as he nods his head up and down slowly.

“Oh, well it’s exactly what I wanted! It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he says with a Southern accent that stops you in your tracks.

Sweetheart. You like the sound of that a lot.

“And you are?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, curiosity swirling in your eyes at the handsome gentleman who stands in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. My name’s Joel. Joel Miller.” He holds his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand patiently, his eyes flicking over yours carefully. You slowly place your hand in his and shake.

You almost gasp when you feel his calloused fingers close over yours. He feels like magic, like shooting sparks are flying in his soft brown eyes as he holds your hand in his. You’ve never had this reaction shaking a man’s hand before. This feels… different. The magic dies as soon as he drops his hand, and you almost reach for his hand again just to feel that buzzing sensation through your body that was there when his hand was in yours.

“Miller. Is Tommy Miller your brother?” you ask with a curious smile.

“Yes, ma’am. He helps me run the shop.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Joel, I’m glad it was you that brought this by for me today,” you smile gently, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him as he blushes and pushes a hand through his tousled curls nervously. You think he’s absolutely beautiful.

“It was no trouble. And your name? I didn’t catch your name, darlin’.”

Darlin’. There he goes again with the little nicknames. You wish he’d never stop. He could just keep going. He could call you anything he wanted to, and you’d let him. As long as he came back here again.

You tell him your name, and he repeats it like honey dripping off the tip of his tongue. It sounds beautiful the way he says it. Like sweet tea that simmers in your soul. It sounds all lilty and dreamy, and you decide then that you do want to see him again.

“That’s a pretty name,” he says softly as his lips curl up into a dreamy smile that almost takes your breath away.

“Oh, uh - thank you,” you smile in return.

You take in his full features now. See the way his eyes shine like caramel in the warm sun that glazes over them, see the dark brown flecks mix with warmer colors to make the prettiest soft brown eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. His skin is tan like gold, his broad shoulders filling out the blue button-up flannel shirt that presses firmly to his strong chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as they expose thick veins that cascade down his arms to end in big, thick hands. Hands you’d like to hold on more than one occasion.

And his smile. God, his smile sends your insides spiraling. He’s so fucking beautiful, and you hope he’ll stay for tea. Maybe, just maybe he’ll want to try your famous hibiscus herbal tea.

Please, stay.

“Here, let me put this inside for you. It’s a little heavy, so don’t want you to try to lift it,” he says adamantly as he bends over and scoops up the little side table in his arms.

You open the door wide for him and watch him walk through the entrance as you point to your cream colored couch that sits up against the soft pastel purple colored walls. “Just right next to the couch will be fine, thank you,” you say as you watch his biceps cling to his flannel shirt, watching the way his back muscles pull against his shirt to expose thick muscles that you’d kill to run your fingers down.

He’s so gorgeous.

When he sets down the table on the dark wooden floor, he takes in your little living space. He examines your white shelf that holds purple orchids, different colored carnations, and potted hanging plants whose vines spill over the edges fluidly.

Next, he notices the windowsill that has amethyst and pink quartz crystals lined against the edge as a stack of flower tarot cards lay against the crystals. He takes in the bright colors of your kitchen as the sunlight beams through the open windows as robins chirp their melodious songs outside the window. Lavender and white tulips encase the edges of the light colored wooden countertop as it overflows with various herbs that stack neatly together.

The air smells dewy-fresh as the aroma of flowers and tea fill the air. You watch Joel take in his surroundings carefully and see his lips part open just slightly as he spins in a slow circle. You lean against the wooden countertop and rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch him dreamily. He’s just so handsome, so intriguing, so curious.

As he turns back your direction, you straighten up and try to act normal, but it’s so hard around him. So very hard. “You uh, you sure like flowers don’t ya?” he asks as you blush from the question.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask nervously as he comes over and leans against the opposite side of the counter, staring up into your eyes as he gently smiles.

“No, s’not a bad thing. Just I haven’t seen a house quite like yours before. It’s very… unique what you’ve done to the place,” he says as his eyes skate across your lit up kitchen.

“Well, I’m a unique person,” you giggle out, letting the single pearl necklace bounce along your tan chest.

“I can see that,” he smiles as his eyes skate down your lilac sundress, gulping when you see him rake his eyes over your full breasts and down your curvy hips and smooth thighs. You suck in a breath when his warm eyes land back on yours as you watch the sunlight trickle warm golden colors against his gentle brown eyes.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Purple your favorite color?” he asks as he examines the soft colored walls in your kitchen.

“How could you tell?” you ask as a soft giggle echoes around the small living space.

“I’m good at observations,” he says with a smirk that pulls at the corners of his mouth.

Oh, this one is gonna be a tease. You just know it.

“You live out here alone?” he asks as he walks around the counter, dragging his finger along the wooden edges as he stares at the purple orchids that lay across your wide open kitchen window.

“Yeah, it’s just me and my flowers. Also, my cat, Oliver. He’s probably outside hunting mice or something,” you laugh.

“Ahh. I see.”

You watch the way he furrows his eyebrows at the flowers, looking at them as if he’s trying to figure out what they are. Somehow you think he doesn’t know a lot about plants. Maybe you could teach him.

“Orchids,” you say as you walk up next to him, laying your hand on the wooden counter as you place your eyes on the vibrant deep purple colors of the flowers.

“Huh?” he asks as turns around and faces you.

“These are orchids.” You nod your head to the lush flowers, and an understanding grunt comes from deep within his chest.

“Oh, I see. They’re pretty,” he says as he drops his hand back to the counter. His pinky finger drags along the side of yours, and you feel hot fire run through your fingertips.

You drop your hand and watch him take a step back, eyes melding into yours as the sunlight bursts through his brown irises. You can’t help but to fall for him right then. This man was going to make you pull out the tarot cards, see if love was in your near future. With him.

He shifts his weight and leans into the edge of the counter, contemplating his next actions. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t take up anymore of your time. It was nice to meet you,” he says as he starts to walk toward the front door.

You freeze, almost choke up as the words run dry in your throat. “Wait!” It comes off desperate, loud, and you think you just ruined your chances with him. He turns back around with his eyebrows raised, maybe even alarmed that you almost screamed at him.

“Tea? Do you like tea?” you ask, desperate for him to stay a little longer. You want him, need him to stay just a few more minutes. You want to get to know this man, maybe want to give him a tarot reading, if he wanted one.

“Tea? ‘Course I do. Why do you ask?” He knits his eyebrows together as if he’s concentrating a little too hard on you, and you gulp at the sight of those gorgeous flecks of brown staring back at you.

“Will you stay for tea? I just picked some fresh herbs from the garden, and it’s the least I can do for having you deliver my furniture for me. Please,” you say as you nod to your cream colored couch, asking him to sit while you prepare the tea.

He flicks his eyes over the smooth material of the couch and back at you as his eyes blaze into yours. “Sure, darlin’. I’d love to,” he says as he moves to the couch and sits down gently as his body presses against the soft material. You have to avert your eyes from his large thighs that pull against the dark material of his jeans.

He’s so fucking broad and muscular. He was going to get you into trouble if you were already practically drooling at his Southern charm and good looks.

You smile and get to work chopping up lavender and rosemary herbs as you mix them together with elderberries and hibiscus flowers while you pour almond milk and a dash of water together. Everyone loves your herbal teas, you just hoped Joel would, too.

“So, is this one of your specialities or somethin’? You sure do have a lot of herbs and teacups around,” he says as he assesses your china cabinet full of floral tea cups and fine china that you’ve been collecting for years. Call it a hobby or an addiction, but you’ve been making tea for as long as you can remember. That’s why you have your own tea shop just a few miles down the road. A business you’ve loved every since you got to open your little shop a few years ago.

“Something like that,” you giggle as you continue mixing the various ingredients together in a large glass pitcher. “I actually own my own little tea shop a few miles down the road. It’s called Starlight’s Corner.”

“Starlight’s Corner, huh? Strange, I’ve never heard of it. Where is it located?” he asks as he leans his elbows against his knees and places his hands under his chin, eyes focused on you. You try not to blush as he watches you mix together the tea, but you fail to no avail.

“It’s just off Fourth Street, right next to a little boutique. You can’t miss it.”

“Wait, that’s not too far from my shop. I guess I’ll have to come check it out sometime,” he says with a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“Yeah, guess you should.”

After mixing the ingredients together and throwing a dash of sugar in there, you pour two glasses of the floral sweet smelling tea and walk over to him slowly. You hand him a glass and when he takes it your fingers brush up against his, causing you to jolt your hand back as purple liquid splashes over the side of the cup and lands on top of Joel’s denim covered thigh.

You gasp and set your own drink down on the glass coffee table as you run to grab a towel from the kitchen. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, really I’m so sorry,” you apologize hurriedly as you go back over and hand him the dark hand towel, your face beat red with embarrassment as you say sorry another five times.

“Darlin’, relax. It’s alright. It’s just a little spill. Nothing I can’t handle,” he says as he hushes you, circling his hand over your wrist as all worries seem to vanish at his soft touch.

Your breathing calms as you relax your shoulders, his fingers still pressed firmly around your wrist as you feel every single callous that covers his thick fingers. It’s soothing, relaxing, mind numbing as he stares up at you with those warm brown eyes of his, his chest rising and falling calmly as his other hand presses the towel to his damp thigh. And suddenly it’s like you’re in the middle of your lush garden outside, smelling the sweet scents of wildflowers and fresh air as you breathe in his mahogany scent. He smells like fresh wood and pine trees, a scent you could get completely lost in, drown in.

He suddenly drops his fingers from your skin, and it’s like you wake up from a trance. You want him to touch you again, you want to feel the flames that ignite your skin every time he traces his calloused fingers along your soft, silky skin. You want to know what he tastes like, what he sounds like if your lips ever pressed up against his soft, plush lips.

You shake your head out of your lovesick daze and grab your glass of tea as you go around to the other side of the couch and sit down next to him, just inches from your thigh meeting his. You watch him towel off the damp spot on his thigh, rubbing the material harshly as he calls it good and sits the now damp towel on the coffee table.

“Joel, again, I’m so sorry. Let me…”

He holds his large hand out and silences you as your voice stops cold. “Sweetheart, ya gotta stop aplogizin’. Really, it’s fine,” he presses as he goes to grab the half filled glass of tea. He grips it in his large hand and brings it close to his plush lips.

“I hope you like sweet tea,” you say before he takes a sip, hopeful that he won’t hate it.

“If it’s as sweet as you, I’m sure I’ll love it,” he smiles.

Your cheeks flush crimson as you take in the compliment and watch him bring the rim of his glass up to his lips, throwing back his head as you watch the hibiscus tea run slowly down his throat. You watch the way the liquid pulls at his lips, watch the way the veins in his neck bulge and flex as he drinks it down. You can’t help but lick your parched lips as you watch him gulp the liquid down. You wonder what it’d feel like to hang on his lips like that, wonder how it’d taste to run your tongue along his soft, inviting lips.

He tilts his head back up and sets the now almost empty glass back on the table as he licks his lips and smiles sweetly over at you. “Darlin’, how did I not know you had a tea shop so close to my store? This is the best tea I’ve ever had in my entire life,” he muses as you smile over at him in wonder.

“Really? You really liked it that much?” you ask with wide eyes glazing over his big brown eyes that you want to get lost in.

“Mhm. I mean it when I say that was the best glass of tea I’ve ever had,” he says as he nods his head. “Especially when it’s from a gorgeous girl like yourself,” he blushes.

Gorgeous? Oh. He called you gorgeous.

“Oh, stop,” you laugh as you stand and grab his glass up. “You want some more? I have plenty.”

“Absolutely,” he nods.

You pad your bare feet into the kitchen and find Oliver sitting at the edge of the window. His large green eyes hover over at Joel and his calico markings dance in the sunlight as he creeps into the kitchen and slowly makes his way over to Joel, inspecting the newcomer in his house.

“This must be Oliver?” Joel asks as he bends over and pets Oliver as he rubs against Joel’s leg. You giggle to yourself as that’s a sign Oliver likes someone. Looks like Joel is now welcome in his humble abode after all.

“Yep, that’s sweet Oliver. I think he likes you,” you giggle as you watch him scratch the clean fur on his back, hearing Oliver’s loud purrs echo into the open kitchen.

“Looks like it,” he chuckles out. The sound is so warm, inviting as it reverberates through his chest. It’s a sound you’d like to hear around here more often, a sound you could get used to fast.

“You have any pets, Joel?” you ask as you pour more delicious liquid into his glass and saunter back over to him, setting it on the table as to not spill anymore tea on him.

“Can’t say that I do. Never really was a cat person, but for some reason this one seems to like me,” he says as Oliver rubs up against his leg and jumps up into your lap the moment you sit down.

“Hmm, guess he has a good sense of judgement,” you wink at him, watching him nervously run a hand through his tousled dark curls. You want to run your hands through his curls, down his patchy beard that’s sprinkled with salt and pepper grey. He looks to be in his mid forties, an older man who you’d love to get to know better.

“How ummm, how old are you, sweetheart?” he asks as he drags his thick fingers through his patchy scruff, ending at his chin as he drops his hand gently back to his lap.

“Twenty-nine. And yourself?” you ask as you cock an eyebrow up at him.

“Forty-three,” he answers nervously as if to await a harsh judgement his way. You have no issue with an older man though. You wouldn’t even mind if he was your same age, you just wanted to know him. You were intrigued by his charm and creative hands.

“Forty-three, huh?” you ask as your eyes flick up and down him, memorizing his lean jaw and the way his fingers lightly flex in his lap when he has his eyes fixed on you. You were starting to read him well. He was nervous, maybe a little shy around the edges, but you definitely saw that he was nervous about his age. He shouldn’t be.

“Yeah, I’m an old man,” he jokes as his cheeks turn slightly pink from nerves.

“Nah, you’re definitely not old,” you confirm. “If you were old, you wouldn’t have been able to carry that table in for me,” you smile.

“Forty-three ain’t too old for ya?” he teases, but his eyes focus intently on you, needing to know he had a chance. And he definitely had a chance.

“No, it’s the perfect age,” you smile shyly.

He laughs and shakes his head, making a stray curl fall against his forehead. Without even thinking, you take your hand and push it back out of his eyes and feel just how silky smooth his hair really is.

His lips part open as you realize just how close to his face you are now, just a couple inches from his plush lips that probably taste of velvet. Your heart speeds up as you stare into his beautiful eyes, seeing every single golden brown fleck that glistens like galaxies in his eyes. You feel your hand drop to his chest, feel him lean forward as you inhale that woodsy scent that draws you to him. You’re so close, so close to a taste of heaven you so desperately want to reach.

When you realize just what you’re doing, you push back from him and put some distance in between the two of you as you catch your breath and come back down to reality. You almost kissed him. Why the fuck did you stop? You take a large drink of your tea and let the floral flavors float down your throat, hoping it’ll cool off your flushed cheeks as you feel fire burn through your core.

Get a hold of yourself. You just met this man.

Joel clears his throat and shifts his weight on the couch, grabbing his glass as he takes another generous gulp of the purple tea. Oliver sits across the room now and stares in between the two of you, meowing as even he feels the connection in the quiet room.

Joel clears the air as the heated moment disappears for the time being. “So, you’re a flower girl, huh?” he asks as his eyes gaze around the room at all your colorful hanging pots of flowers and plants that line the walls.

“How could you tell?” you ask with a flirtatious gleam in your smile.

“Oh, you know. Lucky guess,” he smirks as you feel your insides coat with warmth.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you giggle. “I have an entire garden out in the backyard, too. Actually, more like an enchanted forest, but you know. You’d have to see it to believe it.”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna show it to me?” he asks as a smile curls against his lips, making a dimple appear that nearly brings you to your knees. He’s so pretty that it hurts.

“If you want me to,” you say through long lashes that fan out for him.

He chuckles lightly and nods. “C’mon then. Show me,” he says as he stands and reaches for your hand. You’re hesitant at first, but he keeps it extended and nods down at his hand. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you want to show me.” That’s all the encouragement you need.

You take his hand as he helps you up, feeling his calloused fingers close around yours as he pulls you off the velvety surface. He keeps his hand latched around yours until you make it to the back door, feeling a sigh escape your lips as his warmth leaves your hand the moment he drops his fingers from yours. His hand in yours felt so good, it felt right.

You slide on a pair or sandals and lead him down your back porch, past the flowing stone fountain where birds are sitting getting drinks and ruffling their feathers as they bathe in the cool water. You lead him down a winding stone path and watch as he follows close behind.

You trail your fingers on some tall standing cedar trees and push past a small field of sunflowers, watching as the golden finches hang on the flower stems and feed on the seeds. You look behind you and see Joel looking all around him as he takes in the sights of crowded red rose bushes and white tulips that sit side by side as their colors paint each other crimson and white.

“Where are you taking me?” he laughs as he follows close behind.

“You’ll see,” you smile back at him as you grab ahold of his wrist and whisk him to the left, nearing your favorite spot in the place you call your enchanted forest.

As you round a small corner and go through a vine wrapped awning, you pull him into the middle of a large circular field that has rows and rows of different colored wildflowers that scatter across the entire field. Beds of strawberries, grape vines, and all types of various herbs have their own raised beds. Lavender, white lilies, purple irises, and different types of carnations display every which was as the sound of the rushing stream that sits behind a forest of trees carries through the wind. This is home to you.

You spin around and find Joel looking dazed as he takes in his surroundings. He runs his large hands across the growing lavender as he lets his fingers dwindle on the green stems, looking carefully over everything that sits in front of him. He looks to be in awe.

“Welcome to my little place I call my enchanted forest,” you say as you continue staring at him as he slowly turns your direction, releasing his fingers from the lavender that sways slowly in the spring air.

“Did you grow all this?” he asks with wide eyes as you see a Monarch butterfly land softly on the side of his sleeve.

“I did. Took me a little over a year to get everything going, but I think it turned out nicely.”

You walk over in front of him and hold your finger out to the butterfly, watching it come to you as it crawls over your index finger, letting you hold it carefully in your hand as you smile and say hello to the beautiful butterfly.

“Beautiful creatures, aren’t they?” you smile, watching it flap its bright orange wings as it flies off in the direction of some pink wildflowers.

You turn slowly to Joel, and he’s just standing there staring at you as if he’s stuck in a trance. His golden brown eyes gaze into yours as his lips part just the slightest. “Yeah, they are,” he says quietly. But he’s not looking at the butterfly anymore, he’s looking at you. You feel your cheeks burn hot at the way he’s looking at you. He makes you feel so nervous yet so beautiful at the same time. It’s strange, really. Nothing you’ve experienced before.

“Did you know they’re the state insect of Texas?” you say proudly as you pick up a fallen lavender rose off the ground.

“No, I didn’t know that. Fascinating,” he says awestruck, his voice quiet again as his eyes never waver from yours.

You twirl the purple rose in your hand and smile down at it as your fingers brush over the soft, velvety petals. Lavender roses mean enchantment, wonder, and love at first sight. You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you walk over to Joel and slip the rose inside the pocket on his blue flannel shirt, accentuating his look as he looks down and runs his finger over the flower.

“You know, all roses have different meanings, depending on their color,” you say as you rock on your heels, your hands behind your back as you play with your fingers nervously.

“Oh, what’s this color mean?” he asks as he runs another finger over the soft petals.

“It means enchantment, wonder, and admiration,” you smile, leaving the love at first sight out as you feel the sun warm your rosy cheeks.

His eyes look up into yours as a small smile curls against his lips, his eyes lighting up like warm honey that you want to drown in. “Enchantment, is that right?” he asks as he takes a step closer to you, his leather boots meeting the edge of your open sandals as you suck in a breath.

“That’s right,” you say quietly, eyes never leaving his warm colored irises.

“Well, you sure enchanted me, sweetheart,” he smiles, his eyes staring straight into yours as you feel warmth overwhelm all your senses.

You enchanted him.

You break his gaze and look down shyly, unable to say anything to that sentence except just to blush and turn around so he doesn’t see the ridiculous smile that’s covering your face. Turns out he enchanted you, too.

“Come here, I want to show you something else,” you say as you lead him over to the large white trellis walls where blackberry vines trail along the ladder. You fill your hands with the deep colored blackberries and tell Joel to follow your lead.

He looks at you with knitted eyebrows as you tell him to be quiet and watch his step. You take him to the edge of the woods where the trees are thick and tall, a sea of green sprawled out in front of you as you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, calling to the family of deer that usually greet you every evening.

“What are you doin’, darlin’?” he asks quietly as he leans up against the smooth bark of a tall cedar tree.

“Why don’t you take a look?” you smile as you nod your head in the direction of the woods. He straightens up as he watches the pack of deer walk cautiously out into the open as they gather around and greet you.

“Hey there, guys. You hungry?” you ask as you hold your hand out for them to come up to. They come all at once, their reddish-brown coats glistening in the sun as their long legs patter lightly against the green grass. Their wet noses kiss your skin as they eat the berries slowly out of the palm of your hand. You giggle as their wet noses tickle your skin.

Joel stares in wonder, his eyes focused on you as you laugh and smile as each of the deer take berries from your hand. He watches how happy you are as you reach out your open palm and stroke gently over their backs, amazed that wild deer allow you to touch them.

He watches how your eyes light up each time one of the females rub their head gently against the middle of your arm, watches the way you interact and speak to them as if they’re human themselves.

He’s smitten with your smile. That damn beautiful smile that takes the breath from his lungs. And God, he thinks he’s falling in love. He’s never seen someone quite like you before. You’re so soft, so gentle. Almost as if you’re a delicate rose yourself.

You catch him watching you with the daze of his warm eyes, a soft smile etching the corner of his mouth as he stares at you. It’s like he’s in a trance, and it makes you tingle with pure delight inside.

“Joel, come here,” you instruct as you nod your head and call him over.

“Oh, no I couldn’t,” he says timidly as he leans harder against the tree. You’re not letting him get off that easily.

“Joel, please. Just give me your hand.” You reach for him and take his hand in yours, leading him over carefully to the family of deer. He doesn’t pull his hand away, he just keeps his fingers tightly closed over yours.

“Here, wanna feed them?” you ask as you scatter some blackberries in his calloused hands. He slightly hesitates at first, but then he eases up as he holds his hand out and lets one of the females eat out of the palm of his hand. You watch him carefully as his face relaxes, his shoulders lowering as his hand lays flat with the berries inside them. Another deer comes over and starts grazing out of his hand, and you swear you see a little twinkle in his brown eyes.

“I think they like you,” you giggle, watching the way they crowd around him just like they do with you.

“I’ve never fed wild deer before. It’s… well, it’s…”

“Amazing.” You finish his sentence for him as he nods his head up and down.

“Exactly that,” he replies.

When the blackberries are gone, you gently take his hand in yours and reach his arm out, showing him how to pet them the right way so they’ll remember him and want to come back later. You keep your hand on top of his and guide it along the soft fur as one of the females lets you stroke the top of her head. You drop your hand from Joel’s and watch him still trail his hand up and down the deer’s side, seeing the way a soft smile spreads across his face.

“There you go. You’re a natural,” you beam as his honey eyes meet yours, sending a wave of bliss down your entire body.

He just shakes his head and chuckles out a deep laugh. “I swear, it’s like you’re Snow White. You’re really somethin’ special, aren’t ya?” he asks as his eyes sink into the pits of your soul.

Special. He thinks you’re special.

“Thank you for thinking that,” you giggle shyly. “I just know how to get in touch with nature. It’s one of my favorite places to be,” you say with a sing-song voice as you tilt your head and take in the splashes of warm sun against your skin.

Joel just watches dreamily as you close your eyes and take in the sun. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, knows just how special you are. He thinks he knew the moment he laid his eyes on you.

When all the deer have left, you give him a tour of your grand garden, telling him all about your favorite flowers and take him down to the edge of the stream as little minnows swim around the middle of the clear water. When you start to lead him back to the house, he starts up light conversation again.

“You really are an expert on nature, aren’t ya? Anything from flowers to planting herbs to animals. You’re really quite somethin’,” he says mesmerized as he stops on the edge of the porch and lingers his hand next to yours, grazing his thumb lightly against the back of your hand as you feel the sparks light up like a million fireworks going off at once. It’s warm, feels safe, makes you feel alive as you trail your pinky finger against his. You want to dance in the flames, let the orange sparks ignite your soul as they take you down to devour you whole.

“You think so?” you smile, watching his honey glazed eyes trail over yours.

“Mhm. Just like a little garden fairy,” he teases as he traces his calloused fingers down your jawline slowly. “Gonna have to teach me more, enchantress,” he whispers as his fingers drop from your jawline, your face burning with desire as you beg to be touched by him again.

Enchantress. The word echoes through your mind as his Southern drawl crashes through your ears. Enchantress, you repeat back to yourself. He’s so sweet, just like the honey that swims in his captivating eyes.

“I’d like that,” you swallow as nerves build in your chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens up a blank contact page on the lit up screen, handing it to you so you can type in your phone number. You take the phone from his hands and dance your fingers over the keyboard, putting a fairy emoji next to your name as you push save. You hand it back over to him as he slides it back into the pocket of his jeans.

The sun starts to set as colors of deep purple, bright orange, and dark pink paint the sky red as the sun slowly slips beneath the fluffy clouds. He rakes a hand through his tousled curls and nods your direction as he steps down the porch steps. You wish he’d stay for dinner, but you should probably let him get back home.

“It was nice meeting you, darlin’.” He says your name slowly as it drips off his tongue like sweet molasses, sending butterflies flitting through your stomach. “You gonna save some of that sweet tea for me next time?”

Next time. That means there will be a next time. Another day with Joel Miller sipping on your herbal tea as you teach him all about your favorite things. It sounds absolutely magical.

You smile gently at him and shake your head. “I’ll have a pitcher waiting for you,” you promise.

He chuckles as a smile splays against his gorgeous face, painting his eyes the color of hazelnut coffee. So fucking beautiful. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it.”

He turns and walks back to his Chevy truck, but before he makes it he turns around and gives you one more long, waning glance. His eyes full of admiration. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you whisper back to him, letting the soft wind carry your voice over to him. He gives you one more lingering smile and then walks away. You watch him start the engine and watch as the his headlights disappear through the trees, down the gravel road that’ll lead him back home.

You turn and slide down your porch, leaning your elbows against the edge of your lilac dress as you let out the longest sigh you’ve ever breathed out of your mouth. Oliver comes up and brushes up against your hip, meowing as he stares up at the lingering dirt in the air from Joel’s truck.

“Yeah, Oliver, I think I like this one, too,” you sigh, daydreaming about the next time you’ll see those dreamy brown eyes of his again.

Joel lays in his bed that night, twirling the lavender colored rose between his fingers, inhaling the scent of fresh gardens, sweet smelling flowers, and you. He’s already memorized your exact smell. You smell like rose petals, lilacs, and sweet tea. It’s intoxicating, a fragrance he can’t seem to get out of his head.

And your smile. God, that sweet smile you give him makes him a weak man. He could never say no to you as long as you fluttered those long, dark eyelashes up at him as you flash him that beautiful smile. The one that makes his heart swell in his chest. He can’t wait to see you again. Just the thought of him pulling you in his arms with that form fitting lilac sundress sends chills down his spine. Joel Miller is not one to fall easily, but for you it might be as easy as putting one foot in front of the other.

He places the soft purple rose on his mahogany bedside table and takes a picture as his camera flashes over the rose. He pulls up your name and attaches the picture with a cute little message.

Please, don’t mess this up, Joel. She’s too perfect.

Your phone chimes on your cream painted nightstand, and you roll over in your queen sized bed, taking the lilac sheets with you as you reach for your iPhone. You see a number you don’t recognize on the lit up screen and slide the lock open. Your heart jolts as soon as you see the picture of the lavender rose on his nightstand, the words take your breath away. It’s him, Joel.

Joel: Thanks again for the rose, little enchantress.

You melt as you read the text over and over and over again. Little enchantress. The nickname nearly makes you fall out of bed with how sweet it is. You text him back a couple minutes later.

You: You’re so very welcome. You’re always welcome to come get some more. My garden is always open.

You end the text with a smiley face and a rose emoji, setting your phone back on the nightstand after pushing send and then hug the silky purple pillow to your chest.

He kept the rose you gave him. He kept the rose. He was thinking about you just like you were thinking about him.

You turn again in your silky lilac sheets and inhale the soft vanilla candles that burn in the corner of your room. The gentle breeze of night slips through your cracked window and blows the sheer white curtains to the side. Shadows dance across your lilac covered walls, and it almost looks like two people slow dancing in the moonlight. You pretend it’s you and Joel, dancing under the moonlight as he pulls you close and grazes his lips against yours, pretend his hands envelop yours as his calloused fingers graze the edges of your face.

You turn back around and close your eyes, wishing for dreams of dark eyes and tousled curls. Joel, Joel Joel. You were all his, all for the taking. He just needed to come sweep you off your feet, and you’d be his. You already knew, he was the one you wanted, the one you’d been wishing for for your entire life. He was the one.

Joel was the one.

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cat3ch1sm · 8 months

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Idea:

Tamaki (Ohshc) with Fem!reader who dislikes him and finds him annoying. Reader always wears kimono dresses and has a little knife up her sleeve (FOR SELF DEFENSE PURPOSES ONLY). So sometime she hangs around with Haruki and the rest of the club come (she only tolerates Honey cause he looks a kid) and Tamaki starts his romantic antics and she gets pissed so she just swiftly throws the knife very close to his face saying "The next time I won't miss."

She goes to unplug the knife from the wall, accidentally caging Tamaki between her and the wall.

Honestly I have no more ideas,so just go ahead and finish it as you like.

🐸~ hi!! missed you in my inbox <33 thanks for your request! i hardly ever write for ohshc😭 hope u enjoy, ily

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ fem!reader, knives

“It’s nice to spend some time alone with you,” Haruhi confessed, smiling a little awkwardly with a small laugh. “The host club has been all over me lately. I can hardly go to the bathroom without one of them on my tail.”

You and your friend, Haruhi Fujioka, were sitting outside in the courtyard of Ouran High School. Cherry blossom trees surrounding you and the occasional petal or two fluttered down into either of your hair, a gentle breeze blowing on your long dress. It was a free period, meaning students could simply do as they pleased for forty-five minutes. You hadn’t gotten to see Haruhi as often as you used to, so you were glad to steal your friend away for at least a little while.

“I agree.” You nodded, smiling as well. “Only time I’ve gotten to see you lately is when you’re with that infernal host club- and you know I can’t stand them.” Your smile faltered a little, and you folded your arms across your chest, the sleeves of your kimono rustling. “And I only tolerate Honey because he literally looks like a little kid. It feels morally wrong to hate him.”

Haruhi laughed out loud. “Senpai- sorry, Tamaki still bothering you?”

“To no end,” you replied bitterly, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, he can be pretty persistent. There was a phase for a minute when he was absolutely obsessed with me.” Haruhi cringed as she recalled it. Then she smiled again. “Luckily, when you came into the picture Tamaki totally forgot about me.”

You pursed your lips in a sour manner. “Yeah, you owe me for the rest of your life.”

“I know, I know!”

Haruhi’s amusement was contagious, and the two of you just sat there giggling for a minute before your laughter was cut through with a shrill scream of “Haruhiiiiiiiiiii!”

Haruhi immediately stopped laughing, her expression dropping as her eyes widened. You made a face, recognizing the yell instantly.

Tamaki came barreling towards the two of you, followed from a distance by the rest of the Host Club, tearing through the throngs of students until he finally reached you both.

“Haruhi! I’ve been looking for you all over!” Tamaki cried dramatically, throwing his arms around Haruhi in an exaggerated embrace. Haruhi let out a groan and thrashed around in his grip, snapping at him to get off, but he wasn’t listening. “Daddy was so worried when you weren’t in the music room! Free periods are our busiest time, and we can’t operate without our star host- well, second star host,” Tamaki whined.

“Senpai, I’m with a friend right now,” Haruhi grunted in annoyance, trying to pry his arms off of her. “Do you mind?”

“What friend could possibly be more important than being with us at the host club?” Tamaki demanded, turning vehemently- and that’s when he caught sight of you. You let out a weary sigh, already knowing what was coming next as the blonde’s eyes widened and that irritating lovesick expression softened his face. “Oh- it’s you, Y/N!” Tamaki exclaimed joyfully, abruptly releasing Haruhi and coming to stand in front of you. Haruhi dropped to the ground with a yelp, but when you moved to help her up, Tamaki blocked your way.

“You cannot be serious,” you muttered, dropping your head in exasperation. So much for a quiet period with Haruhi.

Tamaki, as usual, was oblivious to your obvious disinterest. “Why, Y/N- you’re looking even more radiant than usual today! Your skin is absolutely radiant in the sun.” He had that familiar gleam in his eye, the one that usually made girls’ knees buckle and cheeks flush, but all it did was piss you off. “May I humbly ask you to accompany the Host Club and I back to the music room? Such a dull place it is without your lovely presence…” Tamaki sighed as if in distress and placed the back of his hand on his forehead like a swooning maiden. You could practically see the sparkles gleaming off of him, and to be honest, it made you nauseous.

“Mhm,” you answered flatly. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

The rest of the host club had caught up with Tamaki by now, Kyoya and Mori helping a disgruntled Haruhi off the ground where Tamaki had dropped her. One of the girl’s arms in his grip, Kyoya glanced up from behind his glasses, watching the scene between you and Tamaki. “Clearly, Tamaki, she’s very interested in joining you,” he remarked sarcastically. “What a ray of sunshine, hm?”

“Like you’re much better,” you muttered in response. Tamaki hardly noticed Kyoya’s disdain, though.

“You’re interested?” he exclaimed, and before you could react he took your hands in his, twirling you around in a very theatric fashion that, much to your dismay, drew the attention of passersby. “Wonderful! To have someone like you join me at the Host Club… truly you are the most beautiful of them all.”

Your expression remained stony as you broke away from Tamaki’s grasp, smoothing down your kimono and blowing stray strands of hair out of your face. “You say that to every girl you meet,” you answered sourly.

Tamaki paused for a second in surprise, a slightly guilty expression appearing on his face. “Well, yes, but I only really mean it when I say it to you,” he offered sheepishly, hitting you with another one of those disgustingly blinding bright smiles. You let out a heavy sigh in response, and with your patience thinning you thought it best to not say anything.

“Wow, is free period almost over?” you asked offhandedly, checking an imaginary watch on your wrist. “Maybe I should be going-“

“Nonsense!” Tamaki exclaimed. “We still have twenty-five minutes left.” He suddenly reached for your hair, and before you could duck he plucked a pink petal from your head. Grimacing, you watched as he gazed at the petal with a downright corny amount of fondness as he brought it to his face.

“This flower was caught in your hair,” Tamaki explained, his voice sickeningly sweet, and you fought the urge to hit yourself in the head. “You are such a radiant creature that even the flowers wish to remain by your side. I will cherish it forever- as a token of your beauty.”

Tamaki’s dramatic antics had drawn something of a crowd by now- really just a handful of fawning girls who clung to every word he was saying to you. At this last remark they let out a collective squeal that made you wince. Behind Tamaki, Haruhi sent you an apologetic look.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, thoroughly exasperated. “Well, that’s definitely unnecessary. I’ll be going now-“

“But, my love, wait-“ Tamaki started, grabbing your hands again- but by now you’d had more than enough. All in one move, you tore your hands out of his, reached into the large sleeve of your kimono, pulled out a throwing knife, and hurled it at Tamaki with alarming accuracy. It was sheer luck that Tamaki wasn’t impaled through the face, dodging at the last minute, and the knife instead buried itself into a tree directly behind him.

The people around you went dead silent. Haruhi’s eyes were wide as frying pans and the host club members besides Mori and Kyoya wore equally disquieted expressions on their faces. Honey rushed to cower behind Mori’s long legs. Tamaki, eyes wide as well, was frozen against the tree, the knife barely an inch from his temple.

Not even noticing the looks of alarm directed at you, you tsked in slight frustration with yourself for missing. Keeping your gaze straight ahead, you walked straight up to Tamaki, who didn’t move an inch but whose eyes followed you like lasers, and pinning him just beneath you you roughly yanked the knife from the bark of the tree. But before pulling away with your knife in hand, you placed your lips at Tamaki’s ear, making sure only he could hear what you were going to say next.

“Next time I won’t miss.”

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bluecollarmcandtf · 9 months

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Construction Crew Recruitment

Sam was ambitious: his dream was to play soccer professionally. Though he sat the bench most games, he always showed up hours early to warm up. He was determined to finally prove his worth to the university.

"Hey, kid!" rang a scratchy voice.

Sam's focus was broken, and he noticed how much he had sweat through his jersey. The soccer player identified a burly figure lumbering toward him, tearing up the turf with steel-toe boots. Judging from the flannel on his shoulders and the orange helmet in his grip, he was just some construction worker.

"What's up?" Sam warily called back.

"Looks like you're pushin' yourself pretty hard out there," the stranger belched, blowing his bad breath towards the athlete, "Wanted to introduce myself. I'm the contractor fer' the site 'cross the street."

He extended a calloused hand, but Sam hesitated to shake it.

"Too good to shake my hand, kid?" a grin of yellow teeth spread across the scruffy face, "That'll change. Here. Catch!"

The stranger carelessly tossed the hardhat to Sam. The athletes reflexes kicked in, and he dropped his soccer ball to catch the helmet.

"What's this for?" he couldn't help but examine the thing, studying all the scratches and dirt it had accrued over the years.

"For you, kid. Your new hardhat."

Sam chuckled at the word 'new.' This thing looked ancient. The thick dust that covered it was quickly transferring to his sweaty palms, but he couldn't let go. His hands felt like they were cramping, gripping the helmet tighter and tighter until it was almost painful.

"What's happening?" Sam winced.

The contractor just crossed his arms and leaned back like he was about to see a show.

Meanwhile, Sam was starting to breath harder. He'd worked up a sweat while kicking the ball around, but he suddenly felt hot. His jersey and shorts were getting thicker and itcher. He took a step away, but he almost tripped over his cleats as they grew heavier.

When Sam whipped back to the stranger, the guy was chuckling amusedly at him.

"Trust me kid," he cackled, "You wouldn't have gotten far kickin' balls. Soccer's for pansies."

Sam was too lightheaded to be offended. He would have collapsed, but the same cramp that clamped his fingers around the helmet was spreading through his body, locking his knees upright and arching his back.

His whole body was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Somehow, the material of his short-sleeve jersey felt like it stretched the full length of his arms. His legs felt the same restrictions as dense pants tumbled down and tightened. Sam's already sweaty body just became more damp and humid beneath his increasingly insulated clothes.

"You're lookin' a bit better, kid," the contractor muttered as he lit a cigarette, "Don't forget your tools now. You're gonna need 'em."

Sam had no clue what the guy was saying. He had a match to play. He didn't have tools, but a sudden pressure at his waist said otherwise.

Glancing down, he noticed a leather belt tightening around his heavy pants. He could have sworn he wasn't wearing jeans earlier. Worn leather pouches dropped from the utility belt, carrying tools he'd never used.

With his gaze downward, he noticed his soccer cleats were different too. They were clunky old boots, caked with mud and who knows what else. Sam was hyperventilating at the sight of himself. He just couldn't understand what was happening to him.

"Put it on."

"What?"

"Put on your helmet," he replied, calmly blowing smoke in Sam's face, "It'll finish it."

The soccer player didn't want to put it on. His mind was already halfway brainwashed, but he knew he didn't want to see what happened when this guy was done with him.

His hands betrayed him.

The tendons on the back of his palms strained as he gripped the hat, and his arm strained as they raised it towards his head.

"Please, no..." was all he could gasp as he brought the orange helmet down on his head.

It reeked of sweaty hair and pinched tightly. It was just as uncomfortable as everything else he now had on. The thing felt like it was going to constrict his skull until it reached the center of his head.

Then suddenly, all the discomfort faded.

Sam let out a sigh of relief, chuckling at the overwhelming sense of relief. He lifted his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, surprised by the dirty work glove he had on.

"How you feelin', kid?" he heard the contractor grunt.

"Finne," he quickly replied, "What happened?"

"What do you mean, 'what happened?' you're waistin' my is what's happenin'. Get back to work before I fire your butt."

"My bad."

Sam glanced down at himself. The work clothes he had on felt right. He always wore denim and hi-vis. He was a construction worker after all.

The new hire stomped off the field with his boss, barely noticing the soccer ball he left behind.

"See that big ole' pile of rubble? I want it moved off-site by the end of the day," his boss told him between puffs.

"You got!" Sam grunted and grabbed the wheel barrel.

His old teammates began rolling up for their soccer game. They found Sam's ball but no sign of the teammate. They didn't think to check the construction site across the street. That's where Sam was during the entire game, occasionally glancing over to the match as he shoveled demolished bricks and moved them across the site.

The college game seemed eerily familiar to Sam, but he couldn't think why. He'd dropped out of high school years ago. He thanked God for this job. The contractor was like a father to him, and Sam was happy doing grunt work for the guy for the rest of his life. He knew soccer was for a bunch of pansies anyway.

Eventually, the game ended and Sam forgot completely about sport. The rest of the construction crew showed up, and Sam gratefully did whatever task they asked of him. The majority of them just smoked and stood around, joking with the contractor.

They seemed to be laughing in his direction,but he didn't mind. He was eager to prove just how useful he could be to them. He might be a simple laborer, but he was determined to be the best one there.

#hypno story #gay hypnosis #mind control #male transformation

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makeitmingi · 6 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 58]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): Suggestion of coital event between characters at the end.

The second last song of the concert was your song. As expected, all the boys did great, they were amazing performers and the fans raised the atmosphere of the stadium.

"Not your indigo child!" The fans yelled your tag, which made your heart swell. You were glad you got it on camera as you recorded the performance. You've heard that fans do that but never have you experienced it before.

"Unnie! Unnie! This is your song!" Haneul tugged on your sleeve as she screamed with the fans excitedly.

"It is." You chuckled, nodding your head as you watched the 8 boys give it their all to perform.

Memories came flooding back, working with them in the studio and at song camp. Even the small, private moments you shared with Mingi late at night.

"I hope you liked that performance, ATINY. It was the hard work of the entire Ateez and Producer Indigo to make that song." Hongjoong panted as he spoke when the performance was finished.

"You know we appreciate our entire producer team." San grinned and everyone cheered.

"Will we see more songs from Producer Ateez in the future?" Wooyoung teased, tapping his chin. That made the fans scream.

"But unfortunately, we will be performing the last song of tonight! We, Ateez, are so grateful for ATINY. So we want to say THANK U." Hongjoong smiled as the introduction of 'THANK U' started playing. Even if the fans were sad that the concert was ending, they gleefully waved their lightsticks.

The boys stood on different sides and ends of the stage, singing their parts and waving to each other. Of course, giving fan service. Like Hongjoong singing the song to Seonghwa.

"Thank you for being on my side." Mingi held his hand out in your direction. Despite being quite a distance away, you and he held eye contact.

'태풍이 몰아쳐도 비바람이 불어도 너와 나 너와 나 언제나 우리일 테니'

Translation: Even if there’s a storm, Even if it’s raining and blowing, You and me You and me It’ll always be us.

As Ateez finished the song, all of them singing the last 4 lines together, Mingi didn't keep his eyes off you. Unknowingly, tears trailed down your cheeks, knowing he was dedicating those lyrics to you. The song ended and ATINY cheered loudly.

"Ateez! Ateez! Ateez!" They chanted, waving their lightsticks. You turned away, using your handkerchief to wipe your tears before they could further soak your mask.

"Don't cry, unnie." Haneul stood on her seat to hug you.

"It's happy tears, baby." You chuckled as you hugged her, cheering alongside the fans.

The concert was over and the fans were streaming out of the venue. You and Haneul were escorted backstage to meet the boys. It was bustling with people running all over the place.

"Let's wait here, baby." You held Haneul back, not wanting her to get run over by equipment carts and styling racks.

"Where are the oppas?" Haneul pouted. She wanted to go see the boys but you were not letting her.

"Hang on." You said. The boys were still in their constumes, meeting other VIP guests that had come to the concert, thanking them for attending and taking a picture.

"Unnie, I want a picture too..." Haneul shook your arm. Jongho seemed to have read Haneul's mind because he waved you two over. You let Haneul go have a photo with the boys, she excitedly stood in the middle while you were happily taking the picture for her with a smile of adoration on your face.

"You can wait for us in the resting room." Seonghwa told you as you held Haneul's hand again. You nodded and he smiled softly, patting your head.

"Let's go wait in the room, baby." You told Haneul. She nodded and walked with you to the waiting room.

"Did you enjoy the concert?" You asked her as she climbed into your lap, sitting facing you.

"Mhmm! It was amazing!" She nodded with a big grin and started rambling about the favourite parts of the concert. You listened intently, giving her all your attention.

"I love your song, unnie!"

"Well, it's not my song. It's all of our song. We wrote it together, Ateez and I." You corrected her.

"But Joong said you made it." Haneul blinked.

"No, we made it together. We made the melody together, recorded together and made the song together." You chuckled. She tapped her chin, nodding to show she accepted your correction. You hadn't realised that the boys entered the room.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul jumped off your lap and ran straight for him, hugging him tightly. You watched as Jongho bent down to her height so she could hug him properly.

"How was it, little bear?" He asked, holding her.

"I love it! You were so cool! You're the best singer in the whole world!" Haneul exclaimed.

"But did you see me dancing, princess? I'm so cool right?" Wooyoung cut into the conversation with a wink and Haneul nodded in agreement, making Jongho roll his eyes.

"Yuyu oppa is the best dancer!" She giggled. Wooyoung's jaw dropped in disbelief while Jongho and Yunho both snickered.

"Thank you, angel." Yunho chuckled while Wooyoung whined about how he was better than Yunho.

"Help me look after her, I'm going to the washroom." You told them. They nodded and you walked out. You were not able to go to the washroom at all during the concert, worried about leaving Haneul alone with strangers there. This felt weird and wrong, getting back into the closeness with Ateez like nothing happened.

"Ugh." You rubbed your temples. Letting out a long sigh, you exited the bathroom. However, you were not expecting someone to be waiting for you there.

"M-M..." You stuttered. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer to you. You felt your heart in your throat.

"Indigo." Mingi spoke. As he stood right before you, his familiar scent filled your surroundings.

"I... I have to get back... to Haneul." You excused but he grabbed your arm. Before you could protest, he yanked you towards him, pressing you to his chest.

"Please... No more running away... Please..." He breathed out shakily as he whispered in your ear. You didn't know what to do.

Mingi hugged you tightly, squeezing you. He was afraid of letting you go, worried that you might disappear if he did, he never wanted to let you go again. It took him a before he felt your arms slowly wrap around him, making him let out a deep sigh.

"Let's talk somewhere else." You murmured. Mingi found a smaller, empty dressing room. You both entered and he closed the door, locking it.

"(y/n)." Him saying your name made you shiver. You leaned against the wall and he towered over you, arm resting above your head.

"Look at me..." He begged, voice breaking. Your eyes slowly moved up to meet his.

"My love." He cupped your cheek. Even with your mask on, you still felt the warmth of his touch and instinctively leaned in. Mingi squeezed his eyes shut as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I missed you so much. You have no idea." He leaned down to press his eyes into your shoulder, his hands coming to rest on your waist.

"I'm sorry, Mingi. I'm so sorry." All you could do was apologise. That seemed to be the only thing you could say to any of the Ateez boys, was that you were sorry. What else were you supposed to say? Were you supposed to express relief now that they know the truth? But still, you stroked the back of his head.

"No, baby... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry you had to deal with all that on your own and I didn't even notice it. I'm sorry I said all those words to you." He shook his head.

"It's not your fault, Mingi. You have nothing to be sorry about... I chose to hide it." You said.

"I, on the otherhand, caused so much hurt. I hurt you, the group, everyone." You covered your eyes with your hand as you cried.

"No... baby..." Mingi lifted his head to see you just sobbing. Hearing your broken sobs and whimpers broke Mingi's heart. He couldn't imagine how you felt.

"I was so scared... I didn't know what to do." You said between your sobs. Mingi gently removed your mask and you let him, too busy trying to catch your breath while your crying consumed you.

"It's okay, I'll protect you now." He hugged you tightly, letting you cry into his chest. Mingi felt your whole body shake, just wrecked with sobs and fear. While Mingi had his support system like Yunho and the rest of Ateez,

You had no one.

You were both getting over this break up plus you were scared from the whole harrassment ordeal, yet you had no one to comfort you and help you.

"I won't let you go again. Never." Mingi kissed the top of your head. You pulled away and looked at him.

"Just please tell me you still love me." He spoke is hushed whispers, cupping your cheek as he thumbed your tears away.

"I've never stopped loving you." You said softly. Mingi leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. His other hand came to cup your other cheek.

You squeezed your eyes shut as more tears spilled out and onto Mingi's hands. Your arms wrapped around Mingi's neck, you didn't want to let him go either. If you were dreaming, you hoped that this dream wouldn't end. But you were scared that this was temporary, that everything still wasn't okay.

"I need you, baby. I need you with me." He said, his forehead resting on yours as you both panted, catching your breaths.

'Guessing by how you and Mingi hyung aren't around, we'll head off first! Haneul will be fine with us. I think we should sit down and talk tomorrow with the rest. - Jongho'

'But don't worry about that. For now, spend the time with Mingi hyung. You both need it. -Jongho'

You chuckled as you read the text from Jongho. With disguises, you and Mingi discreetly took a cab back to your apartment.

"Haneul's things are everywhere. She wanted to make sure her outfit was perfect for the concert." You warned as you unlocked the door. Mingi hummed and entered behind you.

"Are you alright?" Mingi asked softly.

"I am. Just... I wasn't expecting this... You, being here... I'm sorry." You apologised as you were unable to string your words together.

"Don't be sorry, I understand. I didn't think this would ever happen either." Mingi tucked your hair behind your ears as he looked down at you. You looked up at him, reading his eyes. You really couldn't believe that Mingi was here, right now, with you.

After you and Mingi showered, you were glued to each other. You laid on the bed, legs tangled together. One hand was on your waist and the other arm acted as a support for your head.

"It must have been scary..." Mingi whispered.

"I was not scared of the threats. I was scared of what they would do to you, to Haneul." You confessed.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I'll be stronger, baby. If that's what it takes for you to stay by my side, I'll do anything." He squeezed your waist.

"You are strong, Mings." You said. Hearing you call him 'Mings' instead of 'Mingi' just made everything feel right again.

"It wasn't that I didn't trust you or that I didn't think you were strong. It just felt like it was my burden to bear."

"Baby..." Mingi softened.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as another round of tears came. Even if you and Mingi were possibly forgiving each other and looking past what happened. You don't think you could ever get the look he gave you out of your head, the conversation you had with him in your apartment when you left.

"No more apologies." His thumb caressed the exposed skin of your hip lovingly.

"I really hurt you, Mings. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for that." You cried. Your heart was hurting so much.

"But you were hurting too. You were hurting more than me. You hurt me to protect me. I hurt you because I was selfish and ignorant." Mingi said softly.

"You're not selfish or ignorant, Mings." You denied.

"I should have been there to protect you, to share your pain with you and comfort you. I promised to be there for you but I wasn't."

"No, that's not true. You were there for me. Even if you didn't know, you helped me through it. The panic attack that happened when someone followed me home. All the late nights, using work to distract myself, you were there to take care of me." You said softly.

"We'll get through this together. You're not alone anymore. You never will be." He brought you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. You leaned into his chest.

"This is my second chance. I'm never letting you go again." He said, head pressing against yours.

"I love you, Mings."

"I love you too, baby. So much. You have idea. I can't breathe without you. Everything feels so wrong and empty when you're not there, like something is missing." He said, shedding tears of his own now.

"Oh, Mings." You looked up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. It was his turn to lean into your touch now.

"I'll keep you safe." He promised. You moved to wrap your arms around him, pressing your lips into his. He pulled your body against his, as if you could be any closer than you already were. When you both broke the kiss, you hugged him, your chin on his shoulder and legs wrapped around him as he held you.

"As much as I love the way you're hugging me now, I'm worried sleeping like this will hurt your back, baby." Mingi chuckled, patting your butt lovingly.

"I don't think I can sleep." You told him but let him go so you could snuggle up to him properly.

"Why?" He stroked your head.

"I'm worried this is a dream, Mings. That when I wake up, I'll be alone again. And there's no one else I can blame for that except myself." You said softly.

"I know, baby. I'm scared too. But this isn't a dream. We'll take each day as it passes." He said.

"Okay." You agreed, closing your eyes. Mingi's hand gently patted your back to coax you to sleep. Even if you always complained that you only do that to babies, Mingi knew you liked it.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you." Mingi kissed your head and held you securely as he drifted to dreamland again. For the first time in over 8 months, you and Mingi were both able to get a proper night's sleep, embracing each other.

When you woke up, it was 11am. You have never slept in or woken up this late in the past 8 months since you've been in America.

"Mingi." You gasped and turned around to be greeted by Mingi's sleeping face. You let out a soft sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't a dream. He was really here, in your bed.

"Baby?" Mingi groaned out in his deep, morning voice.

"I'm here, Mings." You carded your fingers through his hair softly. He hummed and pulled you close, burying his head in your chest as he let out a sigh.

"You're still here..." He mumbled.

"Of course. This is my house." You chuckled. Mingi pressed feather-like kisses on your collarbone, squeezing your waist as he trailed up your neck. You giggled as his hair tickled your skin. When he finally moved up and reached your face, he opened his eyes and shared a look with you.

"Let's stay in bed a little longer, hmm?" He cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. You nodded your head and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

By the time you two finally got ready to leave, it was way past lunchtime. But you weren't hungry at all.

All you wanted was to stay with Mingi in this bubble forever. You didn't want to him to leave.

"Wait, Mings. Before we talk to the others, let's talk. The two of us" You held his arm. He nodded and sat on the couch while you made two cups of coffee.

"What's... going to happen to us? Going forward." You asked, looking down at your mug.

"Baby, I meant what I said last night. I'm never letting you leave my side again. That's a promise. We'll get through this together."

"Yeah but-"

"No but's. I'll launch the internal investigation or I'll find my own investigators to find out who the culprit is. We'll be okay, I'll keep you and Haneul safe, I promise." He squeezed your hands, looking at you with determination.

"I won't make you or convince you to leave Big Hit. I think that's a great opportunity. And maybe it's for the best that we don't work together if we're in a relationship." Mingi said.

"I agree. Thank you." You smiled softly. Mingi shook his head, there was no need to thank him.

"How long are you going to stay here for though?"

"I told Pdogg about 2 years? I wanted to gain some experience working with foreign producers here before going back. I thought 2 years would be enough time to get over everything." You explained.

"I understand. Well, 8 months of those 2 years are over. What do you want to do?" He asked.

"Do you want me to move back to Korea?" You hesitated.

"It's not about what I want. That's why I asked what you want to do, baby. Thinking about what you want, not what I want. It's only a little over a year more. We will make it work and we can visit each other. I have faith in us." Mingi chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. You reached over to hug him properly.

"You're really okay if I stay?" You looked at him worriedly, knowing how tough long distance relationships could be.

"Of course, baby. Whether you're here or in Korea, you're still mine and I'm still yours." Mingi said, pulling you onto his lap and caressing your back.

"Thank you." You hummed as you squeezed him.

"There's no need to thank me, baby. I'm glad you're putting yourself first in this. You deserve this great opportunity." He smiled.

"And maybe it's for the better. Let us run the investigation while you're not in the country, at least I know you're safer here. It should all be over by the time you come home." He promised.

"You're my home, Mings. I will always come back to you." You said.

"And I'll be waiting for you. I'll be the first to welcome you home." He held your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours.

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rasby · 7 months

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M6 and what tattoos i think they would have

Asra

• I can see them having a tramp stamp

• And it's definitely something bad and cringy like "GRL PWR" with little coulds and starts around, maybe a unicorn

• They think it's funny

• I can also see him with a full back tattoo, like really nicely done, every line has a story and a meaning type tattoo

• He's sentimental like that

• For afab Asra, i definitely see them tattooing their top surgery scars, not to hide them but to exaggerate them and bring more attention to them

• Bonus points if they did some tattoos himself

Nadia

• Ok, Nadia either has a little ankle tattoo, nothing too big or too meaningful

• OR she had a full sleeve done and plans to do more

• I don't think her tattoos would have too much meaning behind it besides the fact that they would resemble Prakra and it's culture in some way

• I think she just likes the way they would look on her

• Consider, modern AU biker Nadia, fully tatted out. Yes? Yes.

Julian

• Julian...is tricky

• Because i for sure see him having a big chunk of his body fully tatted out

• Maybe not a full sleeve like Nadia, but definitely a forearm, shoulder or a part of his leg

• And every detail has a meaning, obviously

• He has like a short poem or meaningful quote from an artist he likes on his thigh also

• But

• I also see him waking up hungover one day with hello kitty tattooed on his buttcheek for some reason

• He doesn't know how it got there. He doesn't know WHY it got there. He doesn't even know who did it

• Lowkey really likes it

Portia

• I don't see Portia wanting a lot of tattoos

• She does a few small ones at first, just so she can say she did it

• (They're all cat themed)

• And you really have to look for them yk, they're not in an obvious place

• But after some time, maybe she'll want a few more

• She gets some flowers and gives them meaning

• One for her home, her blood family, her adopted family, her partner...

• It's still nothing huge, but now she can look at it and feel warm inside

• Also, will 100% ask MC to get matching tattoos with her

Muriel

• He doesn't have any

• He doesn't see the point

• They hurt to get, they don't serve a bigger purpose, they require time and money and they bring more attention to him and his body

• Safe to say, he's out

• The only way i can see him having any tattoo is if Asra somehow got a hold of a tattoo gun and pestered him about it

• Even then i don't think it would be anything big

• Maybe like a little smiley face, somewhere unnoticeable

• He says he forgot about it and doesn't care but he looks at it every day before he takes a shower and smiles

Lucio

• Also has a cringy tramp stamp like Asra but he unironically likes it

• In general, i think most his tattoos are stupid

• He has one on his pubic area that says "blow here" with an arrow pointing down

• And a lip tattoo with MCs name

• ...you'll have to beg him to get rid of any of those

• He wants other tattoos, he really does!

• They're really cool and if he has anything it's time and money!

• But he always gets bored during appointments and some of them really hurt so he just leaves half way through, leaving his tattoo unfinished

• If anyone asks or comments on it he says something like "you wouldn't understand my artistic mind" or he would make up a story behind each one

• But in all honesty...even he forgot what he was trying to do and he doesnt wanna go finish it so he just kinda...has a half assed tattoo on his rib

• And yes, his first big tattoo was on his rib, the most painful place he could've chosen. It's Lucio, he didn't think much about it

• Will also ask MC for a matching tattoo, as long as it isn't too big

These are all just my HCs, if anyone wants to disagree and/or add on, please feel free!! (I also apologize if there are any spelling mistakes lol)

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dragon-ascent · 1 year

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Comfort

You have a rough day, and Zhongli is there to help.

★彡just a simple comfort fic. zhongli gets his coat ruined by your snot but it's ok <3

"I'm just so...s-so..."

Weeping into your husband's sleeve, you struggle immensely to get the words out. Zhongli gently runs his hand through your hair, stroking you tenderly with soft murmurs of assurance that it's alright, to take your time.

Blowing your nose on his coat-sleeve, you start up again. "It's just...I'd been looking forward to it for so long...how could they do this..?"

"I know darling, it was truly unfair on their part." Zhongli plants a soft kiss between your eyebrows, not minding all the snot on his sleeve. "This series had been ongoing for years with a loyal fanbase, hadn't it?"

You nod weakly. "The last chapter ended on such a pivotal cliffhanger too...so why? Why did the author discontinue the series?" Your lip wobbles as you think of all the characters and dynamics you'd gotten immensely attached to...only for it all to come crashing into a dead end that would never see resolution.

Zhongli hugs you tighter, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb. "I'm sorry this had to happen today of all days, darling."

"Yeah..." You nuzzle his chest, wiping your tears in doing so. "I just wanted to unwind after a rough day of commissions...this was the one thing, the one thing getting me through the day! I thought it was fine I was having a bad day, because the latest chapter would cheer me up and save the day...but...but..." The tears are already streaming down your face again, accompanied by strangled wails.

"Oh dear, oh dear," Zhongli coos, kissing your tears away with lips softer than a dove's feathers. He rocks you back and forth gently until your cries have petered out again. "Perhaps I should have a word with this author, hm?"

"N-nothing can change their mind, allegedly. Nothing..."

Your husband ponders over this for a bit, and then gently lays you on the couch in a more comfortable position before making his way to the desk, pulling out some parchment, quills and ink.

"Zhongli? What are you doing?" You sit up, frowning.

"Your theories as to what may happen next are always fascinating to listen to," Zhongli begins, spreading out the parchment and dipping the quill into the ink. "They often flow just as seamlessly as though the original author is the one spinning these ideas."

You blush. "Thank you..."

Zhongli smiles. "Therefore, let us write the rest of the story ourselves, for our eyes only."

"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Would you...would you really be willing to do that with me?"

His smile never falters. "Of course my love. However long it takes, let us finish this together. And should you feel that the story requires a sequel, we shall write that as well. Should it take years, let us write until you are satisfied."

Tears well up in your eyes, but not out of sorrow this time. "Zhongli..." you mumble, bolting into his arms and hugging him tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." You kiss him once, twice, thrice, and then you are no longer keeping count.

Zhongli holds you close, his palm cupping the back of your head as you dampen the front of his coat once more. "If this brings you comfort, that is all I could ever ask for."

#sini writes #zhongli x you #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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movedto-clifflix · 4 months

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•—☕️; janAUary - coffee shop au !!

ship: 🐸🖊️ ; clifflix

word count: around 800

author‘s note: haven’t written in a few months bear with .

It was a casual cool September day. The wind had been blowing harshly and the sky was filled with gray clouds, indicating an incoming rain. The little bell on top of the brown door of the coffeeshop rang and the ash-blonde barista looked up, spotting a tall, blonde man coming in. The barista put down the mug and the cloth with which he had been drying all the freshly washed mugs and plates.

“Welcome. How can I help you, Sir?” he spoke, his voice soft and friendly-sounding. The taller man looked at him, a small smile forming on his face. "Hi! Uh-..could I get a Hazelnut Macchiato and a blueberry muffin, please?” The man spoke, fidgeting with the end of his dark-blue suit’s sleeves before he added: “Do you need my name for the order too?”

The barista chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re no Starbucks. But if you really want it, I can add your name of course.” As he spoke, the ash-blonde prepared the coffee, and whilst it was brewing in the machine he put the muffin into a small, light-brown bag. “Right, my bad” the man apologized. “I only recently discovered your shop. It’s way closer to the company than any Starbucks.” he added.

“And better and cheaper.” the barista smirked for a second before he poured the coffee into a cup, adding the lid and placing both items onto the counter. “Thank you for your order and have a nice day!” he smiled.

“You too-…” the blonde man took a glance at the name tag. “..Cliff.”

Cliff smiled at the blue-eyed man before he watched him leaving the coffee shop.

The weeks passed rather quickly and the blonde man, whose name turned out to be Felix, became a regular customer. He sometimes visited the shop even without buying something, just to speak to the younger barista, which was also the case today.

Felix sat at the counter, talking his mind off over various architecture projects he’s been working on as Cliff has been listening intently. It was rather quiet in the coffee shop, most customers only ordered to-go and the few regulars who always visited the shop were sitting a bit more in the back and the music could be heard faintly in the back. “...and I only have two months left to finish this project and-” Felix silenced as he looked at the mug of fresh-brewed coffee in front of him, before he looked up at Cliff. “I didn’t order nor pay for any coffee.”

“I know, but I made it for you. Your usual. Hazelnut Macchiato.” the green-eyed man smiled. “You don’t have to pay for it, it’s for free.” he added quickly. “Why thank you..” Felix sat up straight, still looking at Cliff. “That’s…very sweet of you.”

“Don’t mention it. You deserve it after what I’ve been hearing. You’re working a lot and hard, so you deserve some fresh coffee. Oh and a blueberry muffin.” he chuckled at the end, placing a plate with said muffin on it next to the mug.

The blonde shook his head. “You’re way too kind. I have to repay you somehow.” He thought for a second. “Hey, what about I take you out for dinner? Doesn’t have to be today of course, but maybe whenever you’re free? There’s this nice restaurant near my place and if not then we could just stay at my place and watch a movie and order take-out if you don’t like fancy restaurants or if you don’t want that either we could just go to the cin-” Felix rambled, his voice turning more and more nervous the more that he spoke. “Felix.” Cliff interrupted, making the older one look back at him, a slight pink blush spreading on his cheeks. “I’d love to go out for dinner with you. Or do anything with you, really. Whatever it is, as long as it’s with you it’ll be fun, I’m sure.” Cliff didn’t even notice, but as he spoke he held Felix hand, as he’s usually gesturing around with his hands when he’s speaking. The blue-eyed man gazed at their hands, the blush darkening. Cliff followed his gaze, his eyes going wide and his hand quickly letting go of the other’s.

“Oh gods I’m so sorry-..!” he instantly apologized, but Felix instinctively took the younger one's hand again. "Don't. "It felt…nice."

They both smiled at each other shyly before Cliff’s name got called out by one of the regulars and he let go of Felix’ hand again. “Just give me a second!” he said to the blonde, rushing to the customer.

“Don’t make me wait too long.” Felix chuckled, leaning back in his seat as he watched the younger one writing down orders.

There were many emotions he felt at that time, but the one he felt the strongest was love. And he had a slight feeling Cliff felt the same.

#janauary2024 #🖊️𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָfelix #⭐️ starry soulmates ✨💙#୧ ‧₊˚ ✒️ ⋅ ☆; writing #୧ ‧₊˚ 🪄⋅ ☆; cliffs creations

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annab-nana · 2 years

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under my skin - eddie munson

summary: you and eddie have always been out to get one another from playful bickering to cut-throat name-calling. but all of that changes one night when eddie finds you at a low point at jason carver’s party and you have no one else to confide in but him.

warnings: underage drinking, family issues (a parent leaving without explanation and the other drinking away the problem), heavy use of the pet name "princess", enemies to friends, hints of suggestiveness

a/n: omg so this fic may be slightly all over the place considering i started with one idea and changed gears a lot while writing it but i think i've straightened it out for the most part so if you spot a minor plot hole or something, no you don't 😌 anyway, i never really like the first ever thing i write for someone but hopefully, you guys enjoy it :))

word count: 4.8k+

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"well, look who it is?" you heard his vexing voice speak to you when you walked by him in the hallway. eddie never could leave well enough alone when it came to you and to be honest, neither could you when he was near either. that was just how you two were.

you flipped him off in passing, the green scrunchie around on your wrist very vibrant against the white sleeve of your sweater. you heard eddie let out a humorless laugh before muttering, "real nice, princess."

the nickname was never your favorite. in fact, it really bothered you, irritating you to no end and making your blood boil. eddie, of course, knew that; therefore, he used it any and every chance he got.

"can it, freak." that was your equivalent to 'princess' for him. you didn't like to use that term, but sometimes, it was the only thing you felt would do the most in your favor. in this instance, you felt like it would get him to shut up quicker. you were, however, wrong. eddie munson was nothing if not relentlessly loud.

"that's the best you've got?" he challenged, speaking at a higher volume to reach you over the distance between you currently.

you turned, walking backward beside jennifer who was grinning at yours and the boy's antics. "that's all the energy i have left to spend on you for now. sorry," you told him with an unapologetic shrug and faux sincere look on your face. he couldn't get another word in before you both turned down a different hallway. you continued to take step after step next to the blonde before your eyes followed up from your slightly worn out shoes to her entertained expression. "yes?"

"nothing," she mumbled. you knew she was going to tell you. she knew she was going to tell you, but jennifer always liked to play coy.

"something," you returned knowingly before nudging her shoulder with yours to prompt her to continue.

"just waiting for you two to drop the act and fuck already."

you gasped. "jennifer!"

"what? the sexual tension between you two is so obvious and to be honest, based on the relationship you two have right now, just think about how good that sex would be. it would be mind-blowing!" she explained enthusiastically as if you would understand what she was saying. you hated eddie. eddie hated you. it didn't get any more simple than that.

"ew," you started, nose wrinkled and up-turned, "ew, ew, ew, jenn. that is the most disgusting, vile thing that has ever come out of your mouth. i hope you realize i am reconsidering our whole friendship based on this information. and besides, i have my sight set on someone else." you and jennifer both caught the gaze of the one you were alluding to. arthur jacobs sent you both his charming smile and a wave when he passed which was returned by each of you.

jennifer let out a chuckle before turning into mrs. hamilton's classroom. "i'm just saying," she told you as she took her seat in front of you.

"well, for my sake, refrain from 'just saying' for a bit, okay?" her eyes rolled at you, and she turned forward to get started on the journal prompt that was on the board.

"rob!" you called from one end of the hall where you were finishing up a conversation with chrissy on the pep rally coming up. being co-captain, you worked with the girl a lot, but you didn't know her too well. she was always nice to you and others from what you had seen, so in your book, she was an alright gal.

robin stood and watched you say your goodbyes as you moved your body away from chrissy's into robin's direction. once the cunningham girl finally let you depart, you jogged over to robin who showed you her greeting grin when you caught up with her.

"to what do i owe the pleasure?" she inquired when she fell into step with you, both of you heading for the exit.

"i was just wondering if my favorite science partner was one for parties?" you asked in a gleeful tone. robin didn't give you party girl vibes and you weren't even much of a partier yourself, but arthur was going to be there. you wanted to try to spend some time with him there, but with the support of a friend also. jennifer would be present as well, but knowing her, she'd be all over some other guy. you loved the girl, but she was very much one who needed constant male attention. you would need someone reliable, someone present and attentive, someone who would tell you the worst-case scenario so you could prepare for it. you needed robin.

"first of all, i'm your only science partner, and second of all, eh," she shrugged as she spoke. "whose party is it?"

you braced yourself for her to back out. "jason carver."

"mr. blond king basketball asshole. no, thank you," she spoke firm, but you were quick to beg.

"robin, please. i need you there. we won't have to interact with jason, just rid him of all his alcohol and guess what i heard?"

"what?" she humored you.

"that a certain little redhead would be there." robin groaned and you smiled, now knowing you had some very useful leverage.

"how long are you planning on staying for?" she asked.

you shrugged. "i don't know. i'm trying to get in with arthur and you can try to get in with vickie, so however long that takes."

"can i think about it?" she stopped in front of the exit to focus on you.

"yeah, of course and if you truly don't want to go, i don't want to make you. but if you do come, i would greatly appreciate it," you explained. robin sent you a nod with a grin.

"i'll probably tag along for a bit," she answered while pushing the door open, letting you go first. she then started in the other direction, "see you around, y/l/n!"

"bye, rob!"

your eyes began to survey the lot after robin was on her merry way home and none of the cars that you saw still hanging around—you had been at cheer practice for an hour so it was around four in the afternoon—resembled your mother's. you weren't surprised, just disappointed, but you turned around to the school phone to call home to make sure she wasn't on her way.

it rang a couple of times and right before you were about to give up, you heard her voice saying a groggy greeting.

"hey, i was just checking to see if you were at home."

"yeah, did you need something?" no, you just said you would pick me up like you have for the past month and like every other day this month, you forget, but it's no biggie. everyone loves to be forgotten, right? you thought, portraying your annoyance with an eye roll she couldn't see.

"no, ma'am. i should be home in a bit."

without a goodbye, she hung up on you. you let out a huff of annoyance before calling another number, one you hadn't tried in at least two or three weeks. as you expected, it rang through with no response, but you weren't going to remain quiet.

"hey, dad. it's me, y/n, your daughter, in case you forgot all that since you've been gone. i, um, i was wondering when you would be back. mom thinks you left us, but you said you were just visiting grandma to make sure she was okay after the surgery. she should be fully recovered by now and mom and i need you so please, just call me back on the home phone, not this one. this one is the school's. i'll see you, hopefully."

and with that, you hung the phone up and leaned forward to rest your head against it. you really didn't want to face the reality of it all. it was plainly evident that he left you and your mother which sent her into her spiral of drinking and overworking herself. all signs pointed to it, but accepting it and letting that settle in wasn't something you were keen on doing just yet. you still held out hope even though you had every reason to believe he was never coming back.

the sound of laughter and double doors opening pulled you away from the phone and your eyes met some of the older members of hellfire: gareth, jeff, and eddie. before a snarky remark or heinous comment could flow from the munson boy's lips, you turned on your heel and headed in the direction of your house.

"i can't believe i let you talk me into this," robin stated, vision floating around the mass of people that all crammed into the carver household. you could tell her focus was honed in on one person and when you followed her line of sight, you saw the tell-tale sign of short auburn locks.

"you gonna go talk to her or do you need some liquid courage first?" you questioned her with wary eyes, trying to get your answer from her body language rather than garnering the patience to wait for the words.

"the latter. i am not in a good place to talk to her sober."

"well then, follow me, ms. buckley. let's find us some alcohol." robin took your outstretched hand and let you lead the way.

after you two were both feeling confident enough to socialize with your crushes, you talked up robin and let her go first into the sea to find her lucky catch. once you knew she was good, you sent her a thumbs-up and departed in search of your mission for the night.

"you stalking me, princess?" your blood boiled at the sound when you ran into the brunet.

"you wish, munson. now move," you ordered, pushing past him to move on to a new area. it felt like you had searched every damn corner of this house to the point where you could probably give a house tour better than jason could and he was the one that lived in it.

you found the stairs again and headed for the bathroom to freshen up and take a small breather from the sweaty bodies and dancing. you weren't paying attention, but you really wish you were because you opened the wrong door. the bathroom was one door ahead and you didn't realize your mistake until you were already in the room.

hands roamed a body of someone you knew. you knew them both actually but never expected to see them together. you'd accomplished your goal of finding arthur, but you didn't want to find him like this, groping and feeling up someone you considered a pretty good friend. the worst part was that jennifer knew you liked arthur a lot and she often teased you about it just to get a reaction out of you. it was all playful, but nothing right now felt fun. it felt heavy, just like your footsteps did as you backed out of the room and moved on to go to the bathroom.

your hands gripped onto the counter tightly. you willed yourself not to cry, your efforts proven futile as your vision blurred intensely. you felt the hot tears drop down from your eyes and saw them land into the sink below you. you weren't even that upset about arthur. it was jennifer's betrayal on top of all the other shit you had going on that really hurt you. it was like life wouldn't let you catch a break.

and to make things even better, your favorite person in the whole wide world walked in.

at first, he didn't recognize it was you. he just saw someone upset in the bathroom and was ready to back out until he saw who you were. then, his face grew a smirk.

"aw, did the princess get her heart broken at some stupid high school party? so typical." he couldn't tell you were crying but did see your defeated body language. his words were just a mere guess, but every word was right on the money and hurt all the same.

"yes, eddie, i did." you turned to show him how you were really feeling and watched him take a step back at your words. not because he guessed right and felt like shit due to it, but because you called him by his first name. it was always weirdo or freak or devil spawn or munson, but never had you called him eddie. "go ahead. make your jokes. revel in my downfall. here it is, all for you. take advantage of it. rip me to shreds. do your worst."

he remained silent as he didn't know what to say. everything you two had ever said to each other was playful—though mostly truthful—teasing and harassing one another. never was anything super serious. a part of him wanted to pull you into his arms and comfort you. another part of him wanted to beat the shit out of whoever made you upset. both parts confused him.

"do you want some weed or something?" that's all he could think of to help. it would mellow you out and that seemed to be what you needed.

"are you kidding me? you're trying to deal to me, munson? do i get a deal because i’m your basic girl crying in the bathroom of a party? go fuck yourself, munson," you grunted before trying to step around him. only his arms got in the way. "eddie, if you don't let me go, i swear to god, i will-"

"easy. just listen to me. you don't want to go out there right now," he shared like he knew what upset you as if he knew anything about you at all.

"and i want to stay in here with you? ha, no thanks. i'm going home." you tried to move forward again but he stopped you again. "if you want to keep playing guitar with those hands, freak, i suggest you get them off me right now."

"at least let me drive you home," he offered, his hands leaving your skin.

"just so you can wreck and kill me?"

"do you always have to assume the worst in me?" he countered, but you weren't backing down.

"you've given me no reason to assume the best," you told him genuinely, "this is the only time you've been somewhat nice to me and honestly, munson, it's freaking me out."

"look, i'm heading out anyway and like you said, this is the only time i've been nice to you so why waste the opportunity?" he asked as his deep brown eyes searched your face.

"to save my life," you answered before eddie let out a dry chuckle.

"you never stop, do you?"

"you're the one offering to deal with me for longer."

eddie rolled his eyes and opened the door. you kept your head down low while eddie led the way, a hand on the small of your back to guide you. before you'd escaped into the night air, eddie told steve to tell robin that you felt sick and were going home. steve wore an odd look as he eyed you two, but seemed to accept it.

you knew which vehicle was eddie's and made a beeline for the van. the quicker you could be home the better, but the longer you thought on it, you didn't really want to go home. there was so much anger and sadness at your house. you didn't need any more of that on your mind. you used to be able to escape to jennifer’s on occasion but that was out the window too. so where could you go?

"where do you live, princess?" eddie inquired once he got in the driver’s seat to your left. you winced at the nickname.

"for tonight, could we lay off the princess nickname please?" eddie nodded while starting up the engine. you looked out the window while he sat contently looking at you. you turned to face him when you realized he wasn't taking off and asked, "what are you looking at?"

"you never answered my question."

"oh, i live on mulberry near where it intersects with cherry oak."

"alright," eddie breathed out the response while beginning to pull out onto jason carver's street, "do you want to go home, like actually?" your eyebrow raised at his inquiry and begged for further explanation which eddie soon provided. "it's just," he sighed, "i know you wanted out of the party, but you don't really seem eager to get home. do you want me to take you somewhere else?"

"can we just drive around for a little bit?" the way your voice sounded weaker at the end of your question had eddie agreeing immediately. he wondered what it could be at home that was so bad you'd offer to stay longer with someone you heavily disliked and something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. he didn't know what it was to begin with, but he soon realized it was worry. he was worried for you and he didn't know why.

he continued to drive mindlessly around hawkins while you turned back to the window.

"do you want to talk about it?" eddie asked to fill the silence that surrounded you both. it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but he was curious and for some reason, worried.

"no," you answered shortly with the word eddie expected even if he felt the need to ask. he was about to say, "okay," but you beat him with, "but maybe i should."

eddie was surprised. he showed it on his face when he glanced over at you, but your focus was still on the trees and houses passing by outside.

"i haven't really talked about it with anyone because there was no one i could really trust. i could never bring myself to open up about it to jennifer which i am now thankful that i didn't and it's just so much easier to slap on a smile with the girls and pretend everything is peachy when it's not."

you paused to take in a breath. "we're, uh, pretty sure my dad left us about two months ago saying he was going to take care of his mom after she has surgery. but my mom called his sister about two weeks after when she didn't hear anything from my dad and my aunt lives right beside my grandma by the way. she said she hasn't seen my dad since the christmas before last which was the last time i saw her."

"my mom isn't taking it too well. she's been drinking a lot which isn't great but isn't that big of an issue to me. what i hate is that she's like a totally different person when i leave for school and when i get back. every morning, she's the mom i know and love. she tells me she'll pick me up from school and that she'll make me my favorite for dinner which is her attempt at making us both feel better about the situation. but every day, i walk out after school or cheer practice or whatever and i don't see her car. i always see your van, but never her car, which is fine. i can walk. that's no problem, but it sucks to be promised that every day and then come home to her passed out and bitchy when she wakes."

"she's my mom, you know? she's supposed to take care of me and i don't mind taking care of her, but that isn't my responsibility all of the time. i get she's hurting. she's hurting a lot, but so am i." the wobble in your voice was undeniable and you hated that you were letting all of this out in front of eddie, but he hadn't told you to shut up and once you started talking, you couldn't stop.

"i was always closer to my dad and the fact that he just up and left without any explanation or reason kills me because i don't know what i did wrong. i don't know what i did to drive him away. i wish i could've done more to make him stay. i wish i wasn't on the stupid cheer team so i could've spent more time with him, but at the same time, it is now my escape from all of this shit. i used to love cheering because i guess i used to be actually happy, but now it's more of a facade than anything."

"and from what i can now tell, all the girls are fake as fuck except for maybe chrissy, but i also don't know her all that well. but jennifer, i really liked her and talking to her felt easy. seeing her with arthur wouldn't be that big of an upset if she didn't know i liked him, but she did. i told her that in confidence and she did that anyway. and i know she wasn't wasted or anything because she doesn't do that. she'll drink one beer max and call it a night because she has this irrational fear that if she gets drunk, she's going to choke to death on her own vomit."

eddie snickered at your last sentence and you finally turned from the window to share his smile. "i know!" you agreed, "it's stupid, but whatever. i know she was in her right mind and betrayed me like that. it was the cherry on top to the shit that's been going on lately."

"if i may," eddie paused to look at you and you nodded for him to continue. you just unloaded everything onto him so why not let him say his piece, "jennifer has been jealous of you since at least sixth or seventh grade. i have no idea why, but i've seen the way she looks at you when you aren't looking and she's definitely got a vendetta and as for arthur, i mean, come on. you could do so much better. he's so immature. i just saw him stick his gum in tina folsom's hair last week."

you giggled and eddie could've sworn he had never heard such a delightful sound. normally, the two of you fought like children and if he heard you laugh, it was bitter or mocking, never genuine and light-hearted. now, he felt he needed to egg you on to laugh forever. he wanted– no, needed to hear it more, but he felt you needed some comfort for the time being.

"i'm sorry about the whole situation with your mom and about your dad leaving, but you know that’s not your fault, right? there wasn’t anything you could’ve done to make him stay. but i’m sorry you’re having to deal with that and your mom and just regular shitty high school stuff," eddie spoke softly, big brown eyes baring into your own. no one had checked on you. no one asked how you were doing. no one really knew so you couldn't blame them, but even your mom only cared for herself, never once making sure you were okay. eddie was the first one to show any amount of care as he apologized for something that was in no way his fault.

your eyes fell down to your lap as you nodded your head, trying to hide the way your eyes lined with tears. "thank you, but it isn't your fault."

"i know," he prefaced, "but still."

there was a small pause in the conversation before you tried to speak up. "i'm-" you stopped yourself when you heard your voice shake, but powered through it to say what you needed to, "i'm sorry that i called you a freak and am mean to you." eddie felt his heart break at how broken you sounded and slowly pressed on the brake to pull over onto the side of the road.

"you don't deserve it and i know it's what everyone calls you and i didn't want to say it, but every time you call me princess, i- i really hate it and i wanted to do the same to you which i know is no excuse, but i-" you paused to catch your breath when a sob got stuck in your throat, all of the emotions of the night finally coming out.

"and i'm mean to you because for some reason, that's how we've always been. i think it was all sarcastic and fun until it wasn't and i'm sorry for that. i'm sorry that i- that i pick on you and treat you how everyone else treats you, eddie. i- i'm sorry."

eddie had just pulled over when you said that last apology and he was quick to scoot over and wrap his arms around you. he didn't know what else to do but console you and at the same time, it made him feel better. you gripped onto him like your life depended on it and cried into his shoulder, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"listen to me, y/n." saying your actual first name felt weird on his tongue and to your ears, but you each secretly liked it. "you don't have to apologize for all that because i am just as at fault for that as you are. how about we just agree that it stops right now and we move forward either as friends or as strangers, whichever you prefer, but by the looks of it, i think we could both use a real friend. it's your choice though, so if you want to forget this ever happened, then i can do that too."

you pulled back a bit to look at him and eddie felt his heart clench at your sad, teary eyes. he had never seen you cry before and it wasn't something he wanted to see again. "you want to be friends with me?"

he smiled gently. "yeah, why not? you're cool, nice when you want to be, funny as hell, not too bad on the eyes." you rolled your eyes at that last one.

"even after everything that has happened between us?" you questioned once more.

"even after all of that. after tonight, all of that is in the past and a new eddie and y/n emerge."

a smile spread on your lips at the whimsy in his voice and you nodded in agreement. "okay."

"okay," he repeated before his eyes wandered over to the dash. "shit."

"what?"

"well, pr- y/n," he corrected with wide eyes. you just giggled. "it seems we need to pick a close destination for you because i'm gonna need gas soon."

"oh, sorry about that," you pulled away from him completely, feeling guilty about not only your past with him and dumping all of your issues on him since you left the party, but also because you asked him to drive around because you didn't want to go home so he wasted his gas on you. "i can give you some money for it."

eddie was already shaking his head. "there's no need. i chose to drive around and i think it was a good idea. do you want to go home now or are you coming with me to the gas station?"

"i guess i need to go home to check on my mom," you shared, not missing the way his shoulders slumped.

"alrighty."

the ride over was silent, but it seemed to be what you both needed. you hated that you didn't want to get out of the van, but you needed to for your mom.

"thank you, eddie," you said when you turned to look at him.

he sent you a grin. it was something you had never really experienced geared toward you, but you liked it. "it's no problem at all."

"so we're like friends now?" you questioned with a raised brow.

eddie nodded. "yeah, i think."

"then, i guess i'll see you at school on monday, friend." you reached for the door handle to open it and stepped out, turning to face him.

"see ya, pal," he teased, this time with a playful undertone rather than a malicious one.

you played along. "bye, buddy."

eddie stayed to make sure you got in okay and waved back at you when you saw him still sitting there. once you were inside and he was on his way to the gas station, you each couldn't get rid of the stupid smiles that were stuck on your lips. who would’ve known that the one who got under your skin the most would be the one to save you when you truly needed it?

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You're Losing Me...

A|N: Sorry if this sucks. I wrote this while I was half asleep, don't ask why, lol. I recommend listening to Taylor Swift's song 'You're Losing Me'. But yeah, I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think. There might be some parts of the song that I cut off because it would've been too long, and yeah. I'm not good with long stories, lol

Warnings ⚠️: break up, cheating. I'm not sure what else. I forgot

Pairings: Junkook x reader (mentions of a Suga and Jimin)

"I don't understand," Jungkook says.

"I know you don't," I tell him. "But we can't continue to live like this. It feels as if this relationship hasn't been working for quite some time, and I feel like I'm just trying to hold onto the last thread of hope that it would eventually go back to how it was. I hoped that you would've left her, but you never did. I loved you so fucking much, sadly I still do love you, but I had to come to terms with the fact that you don't love me anymore. You chose her over me, and that's fine. I just can't do this anymore."

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't.

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

I was truly hoping by some miracle that it was just an insane prank and hoping that Jungkook would never do a thing like that to me, but the ache in my heart reminds me that it truly hppened. I looked out of the open window, the sun had gone down hours ago, and no light was left in the cold room. Darkness is all I see and feel. Darkness that swallows my frame, darkness that's slowly seeping into my soul and mind. I sigh, and I slowly get up from the couch. I close the window and head upstairs to my room.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

'What do I do now? Do I throw everything away, or do I keep it? Will this pain eventually go away? Or will it forever make a home in my heart?' I sigh, and I open the door to my room and take a look around. What was once colorful is now dull, black, and grey filling the room. Tears blur my vision and roll down my cheeks. My heart was aching as I looked at the bed that was once ours. 'Once ours'. I wipe the fresh tears away with my sleeve and head to the washroom. As I finish washing my face, I grab a towel and dab it onto my skin. I walk out and lay on my bed. I sigh in exhaustion as I feel my body sink into the mattress. I turned to the side where he slept and grabbed the pillow. It smelled like him. My eyes begin to water again, and I wipe them away. Refusing to shed any more tears for him. It's his fault for cheating, not mine. I feel my eyes beginning to shut, and sleep consumes me.

Birds chirping, the gentle morning breeze hits my skin. I lay on my back and stretch my stiff body. I get up from the bed and into the washroom. It feels as if I was hit by a ton of bricks, so I turn on the shower in hopes that will help relax me. I hop in the hot shower and instantly feel my sore muscles relax.

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

~*FLASHBACK*~

"Why?!" I yelled. "How can you be so selfish and throw everything away?!"

He stays silent while looking at the ground.

"SAY SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU'RE LOSING ME!"

He snaps his gaze to me and starts sobbing.

"It was a stupid mistake. It didn't mean anything," Jungkook said. "I-I....I didn't...I was just...so lonely. Being away from you for months. Not being able to physically be with you. Took a toll on me, I went out with the boys and got drunk. I bumped into her, and it just happened. Baby, I'm sorry. Please, I can't lose you."

"Don't call me baby. You have no fucking right to call me that right now."

"Y/N, please, I'm so sorry. It will never happen again, just please give me one more chance."

"No"

"Baby, please"

I look at Jungkook. His eyes were red, and his hair that was once neat was now messy. My heart aches at the sight of him, his hand touches my face, his finger caressing my cheek, and I lean into his warm, soft touch. He wipes away my tears as I do the same for him. He grabs my hand and leaves kisses on my knuckles.

"O... Okay," I say. "Okay, Kook. I forgive you."

He smiles, and he gives me a kiss. We break apart, and he kisses my forehead. I sadly smiled as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I held him as I felt my heart with a heavy feeling.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

"Kook," I say, trying to get his attention. "Jungkook!"

"Yeah?"

He looks at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"You've been on your phone this whole morning. Can you please put down your phone? We haven't talked for weeks and I would like to have a conversation with my boyfriend."

"Fuck off, you can't tell me what to do. Plus, it's the boys discussing about the comeback."

"Koo-"

His phone dings, and he smiles at the screen. He rushes to get his jacket and shoes on. He grabs the keys from the bowl at the entrance.

"Don't wait up," he yells out. "I love you"

I get up and carry the dishes to the sink.

"Yeah, love you, too." I sadly say.

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

"Today's our 5 year anniversary, baby," I smiled. "Since you're coming home early today, I'll make you your favorite dish."

"That sounds great," he says. He goes to the put his shoes and jacket on. "I'll be home soon"

"Okay, be careful. Please be home around the time you said you'll be here, Kook. Otherwise, you're sleeping on the couch tonight. No pillows, no blankets." He laughs and shakes his head.

"I'm serious, Kook," I said with a frown.

"Okay, okay, baby. Well, gotta go meet up with the boys. Bye, love you."

"Love you, too."

He closes the door, and I sigh.

"I guess..."

12:40am

Tears slowly make their way out and onto my cheeks. I wrap the food and put it in the fridge. I make my way upstairs and lock the bedroom door. I head to the walk-in closet and take off my bodycon red dress, and I put one of his shirts on that was lying on the floor from the night before. I sit on the chair where my desk is at. I wiped my makeup off, and I tied my hair up in a messy bun. I go to lay on the bed when I hear keys jiggling downstairs. I can hear Jungkook take off his shoes and jacket, and him walking up the stairs. The handle jiggles.

"Baby?"

I stay silent. He sighs, and I know he's running his hands through his hair.

"Baby, I'm sorry I got so caught up at work with the boys. Suga hyung made me do a verse over and over again until he was satisfied."

I wanted to yell, 'BULLSHIT, you were with her. I know you were', but I kept quiet and waited for him to leave.

"Open up, please."

Nothing. He sighed, and I heard his footsteps fading away.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

The days go by, and I still carry this unwelcome feeling in my heart. But I'm hoping this feeling is wrong. Jungkook has been working every day and comes home late. I don't get to see him anymore because when morning comes, he's gone before I'm up, and he comes home when I'm asleep. The last time we got to spend time together was two weeks ago for 10 minutes, and it was spent arguing about him working late or staying out with the boys and coming home so late. I sigh and head to the kitchen, and pack up the cold food. I put it in the fridge, and I lay on the couch and turned on the television.

The sound of the door being closed woke me up. I rub the sleepiness away and sit up.

"Hi Kook," he froze but relaxed and took off his shoes.

"You didn't have to wait up"

"I know, but I wanted, too. We haven't seen each other in days"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. I've just been busy at the studio."

"It's okay. Are you hungry? I can warm up the foo-"

"No, I'm fine. I ready ate, Jimin hyung ordered food, and I was hoping to just head to bed."

"Okay, that's fine. Let's get some rest."

Jungkook took off his pants and changed them into sweats. He took off his shirt and tossed it to me. I put his shirt on and took my pants off. We climbed into bed. My back faced him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Love you," Jungkook said. I kept quiet.

~*Jungkook's POV*~

As Y/N fell asleep, I watched her. I watched how her beautiful hair spread around the pillow, the way some of her hair fell onto her beautiful face. I pushed the strands away from her face, and she looked so peaceful sleeping. I knew once she didn't say I love you, too. I knew I had lost her right there and then. I have no one to blame but myself. With one last look at her beautiful face, I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep.

~*End of Jungkook's POV*~

~*END OF FLASHBACK*~

How long could we be a sad song?

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army

Frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

My head was pounding from all the crying and due to the stuffiness of locking myself up in the house for months. I go to my closet and put on my black jeans, a white tee, and comb my hair in a messy bun. I head downstairs and put on my back docks. The afternoon breeze and warm sun caress my skin. I head to the park and sit down on the grass near a lake. I stay seated here for 30 mins wondering, 'Why did I ignore what I felt when I forgave Jungkook? Is it my fault that Jungkook decided to seek comfort in someone else? Am I really not a lovable person? Girl, it has been 8 months since you left him. Get over it already.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a dog ran up to me. The dog nudges my hand, and I giggle as I pet it.

"Hey bud, you lost?"

He whines, and I hear footsteps approach us. He wags his tail and I tense up when I hear the person speak.

"Bam, I told you not to run off like th-Y/N?"

I turn to face Jungkook and wave.

"Hi"

"It's been so long. You look great," he says with a smile.

"Thank you, you do as well," I respond. There's an awkward silence, and just as I was about to bid him a goodbye, he speaks.

"Y/N, can we talk somewhere private?"

"Uhhh...sure?"

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine's a 5 min walk from here. If you're okay with that?"

"That's great," he says. "Come on, Bam."

He grabs Bam's leash, and we make our way to my house. We arrive at the house, I open the door and let them in. Jungkook takes off his shoes and Bam's leash.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine," he said. "Thank you."

It was silent once again. I look down at my lap and play with my hands.

"Y/N," Jungkook begins. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, I'm sorry for saying the reason I did what I did was because I was lonely, I'm sorry for ignoring you for days, maybe even weeks. I'm just sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me."

"Jungkook, I don't know if I can forgive you, but one thing I do know is I'll never forget what you did. I felt so worthless. It made me feel like I didn't deserve anyone to love me. I kept blaming myself, kept thinking it was me who drove you to the edge. It was me that made you seek comfort in someone else. But after these months, I've come to realize that it's not me who's at fault it's you. You didn't appreciate anything that I've done for you. I gave you everything I had. I gave you all of me, and it still wasn't enough."

I looked up at Jungkook, and his eyes were red. His hands curled up into a fist and uncurled.

"You were enough, you still are-"

"Jungkook, please don't make his any harder." I sighed. "Please leave Jungkook"

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing)

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me"

"Y/N, please, I'm sorry."

"No," I say. "I can forgive you, Jungkook, but like I've said before, I can't forget the damage you've done to me. That time we were together, I wanted you to choose me, to love me, but you chose her. Due to that, you lost me, Kook. No matter what you try to say or do, my heart will not start for you like it once did. So don't make me ask again, Kook."

He nodded and walked to he door Bam, following behind him. He tied he leash back on and sighed. He turned o face me one last time and sadly smiled at me.

"I'm really sorry, but I know you will not change your mind. But you were right about one thing. None of this was your fault. It was my doing and now I'm paying the price. I hope you have a great life, and I hope you find someone who will treat you right." He says. "Goodbye Y/N"

He exits the door, and I sit back down on he couch. My shoulders feeling lighter than before, and I head upstairs to my room. I change out of my clothes and put my pj's, and for the first time in months, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

You're losin' me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

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