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costkappen · 1 month

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Best boy《CLxReader》

Tags....☆smut,blow job, sub!Charles, Dom!reader, no use of y/n,fluff,charles is insecure,reassuring

Warnings....☆smut!mdni, a bit of sad!Charles but nothing too sad or angsty

Word count....☆1795

A bit of a warning, this is my first time writing so it not the best,also please correct me if you find any spelling mistakes as I didn't proof read this,anyways enjoy I hope I did good!

He looked so pretty high up on the podium, his smiling face half covered by the shining Australian sun making his pretty blue eyes shine like I've never seen before.

After the podium celebrations I went after him and pulled him in the tightest hug ever

"Congratulations Charles! P2 and double ferrari podium, I'm so proud of you" his face lit up at my praise, something I've picked up since I first met him, he gloats over the littlest praise aimed towards him, even if it wasn't said to him directly, he has a habit of kicking himself down way more that necessary when the smallest thing goes wrong, even if it wasn't his fault he always finds a way to beat himself up over it, so over the years I've made a mental note to sower him with praises as much as I can. "Thank you chéri, I'm also really happy with the team today, let's go to my drivers room I'll take a quick shower and then we'll go back to the hotel"

The drive to the hotel was fairly silent, I didn't say anything to him but I saw how his lips twitched and how his grip on the steering wheel was so tight the tips of his fingers turned white. Yes he was happy about his podium, but there was something he was not telling me so I made it my personal mission to find out what was bothering him so much on a day that was supposed to make him feel like he was on cloud 9.

Once we arrived to the hotel the first thing I did was change into something more comfortable and then I went looking for him, "Hey baby" I said as I sat down on his lap on the couch "How are you feeling? You must be so happy, we have to celebrate with Carlos and Rebecca tonight you boys did such a good job"

The praise made him smile, still he didn't look like his usual self "Yeah I'm really happy Chéri, I think the team needed this win, I can't wait to celebrate with you all" then he gives me a quick kiss on the lips and looks at me without saying anything else

" Alright then if you're so happy then why are you acting like that?" "Acting like what?" He says with a nervous giggle as to make me think I'm just over thinking it. "Like you're about to cry Charlie, don't lie to me I know you too well." He then brings his hand to gently stroke my cheek, as if I was the one that needed comforting right now, "I really can't hide anything from you Chéri?" He let's out a sigh,his whole body deflating "I'm happy for Carlos, I really am, it's just that I can't stop thinking how it should've been me on the first step, not because I don't think that Carlos deserves it but because I've got the whole ferrari team and the tifosi rooting for me, and everytime I get second place instead of winning I feel like I'm letting down everyone, especially you" well I surely wasn't expecting that, yes I knew he had some troubles in believing himself, but I didn't know just how little he thought of himself, "Charlie I can promise you're not letting anyone down,and especially not me! Do you not know how proud I am of you? The redbull is been a monster of a car and so far you've been the only one to get as close to it as second place, everyone at the motorhome can tell you that, everyone is so proud of you even when you don't win we know that you could do so much more if we had a better car and if redbull didn't have a rocketship instead of a car,no one is upset with you Charlie" his lips were quivering and his pretty blue eyes were shiny and looked like they were ready to burst with tears, but I couldn't let my pretty boy cry on a day like this, not when he was supposed to be celebrating and happy with his amazing results, "Alright Charlie how about I show you just how much i am proud of you?"

I take his hand making him stand up from the couch "Where are we going Chéri?" He asks confused as ever "to the bed baby, I'll show you what good boys like you get when they've been so good" and as I make him get on the bed I get a good look at his flushed face, cheeks red and a little shy smile,

"I'll start slow okay?" He nods eagerly his head and I chuckle at his shyness, I start by prepping kisses all over his handsome face and I stop at his lips to give him a more passionate kiss occasionally sliding my tongue on his bottom lip, stroking his arms with my hand I could feel goosebumps forming, as I made my way to his neck I made sure that my kissed lingered a bit longer as to leave pink patches all over his neck, light enough to show but not too harsh so they would be gone the next day, as much as I wanted to leave purple marks all over him I knew pr would kill him if he showed up in public covered in hickeys, so just this once I'll refrain myself.

I could feel him shiver under me as I got to unbuttoning his shirt and I kissed all over his chest "Chéri please..don't tease me like this" he pleaded looking at me with his puppy eyes "What do you want me to do Charlie? I'll do anything you want as long as you ask me nicely " I was being a bit mean to him but I knew that he loved it when I took charge and teased him, "Please just touch me..anywhere I just want to feel your touch" his words make me melt, and how could I say no to him when he was begging so prettily "What a good boy you are Charles, asking me so nicely, don't worry I'll make you feel so good" He shivers as my hand gets lower, working on his pants to get them off, I slide them down along with his underwear as he raises his hips to help me get his pant off of him, I look back up staring at his pretty leaking dick, he wasn't the biggest but he still had the prettiest dick I've ever seen, clean and neatly groomed, I started tracing the veins that run across his shaft, that pulled a whimper out of him so I started using my tongue savoring his flavor on my tastbuds as I moved to his tip, clear beads of precum already leaking out "your dick is so pretty cha, so sensitive for me.." I look up at him smiling and circling my tongue around his tip "p-pleas chérie..take me in your mouth no more teasing" his pleas and the way he looked at me while he was making me go crazy, he just looked so good, still maintaining eye contact I took him as deep down my throat as I could go, seeing his face contorted from the pleasure gave me more confidence so I relaxed my throat and stopped when my nose hit his lower stomach, he tasted heavenly and I could hear his whimpers and soft moans, I bobbed my head up and down using my hand to stoke him at his base where I could not reach with my mouth, and he looked completely gone, eyes rolling back, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white and he let out the prettiest moans, but his breath was staring to hiccup and he started squirming against the sheet so I knew he was getting close "what is it cha? Getting close my sweet boy?" I cooed at him getting my mouth back on him as soon as I stopped talking "mhh- Chéri please don't stop i-" He gasped and as I looked at him I saw his eyes roll back, he was completely blissed out "what is it pretty boy, Can't talk anymore? Am I making you feel so good your brain can't form words?" His breath hitched and he let out a shaky moan, this time I decided to not make him beg me to let him cut, he had been so good and he deserved it, so I started focusing on his tip, circling it with my tongue and sucking it harshly while my hand stroked him up and down as the other held him at his base,I was so focused on getting him to his sweet and deserved release I almost didn't hear him warning me that he was about to cum, "look at me Charlie,I want to see your pretty face as you cum down my throat like a good boy,just like that cha let it go for me" my words pushed him off the edge and he gripped my hair slightly pushing my head down on him, I got the hint so I took him as deep as a could and he heal me there, his loud moans filled the room, at this point I knew that whoever was staying in the room next to us hear him but I couldn't care less, I just wanted him to feel good, as i looked at his fucked out expression I felt his sweet cum filling my mouth, his mouth hanged low as he let out one final loud moan and fell back on the pillows, I slowly pulled him out of my mouth, took his face in my hands and made him look at me as I swallowed his cum, and he smashed his mouth on mine, sliding his tongue inside my mouth passionately kissing me, a quiet thank you.

"Are you feeling better now Charlie?" I looked down at him as he was laying on my chest trying to gain his breath back "yes- yes thank you chéri I'm feeling much better chéri thank you" He smiled and kissed my neck and nuzzled his face as I covered us up with the covers "well then I'm confident that you learned your lesson and will start to believe in yourself more yes?" I say as I start stroking his hair

"Well I don't know chéri, if that's what happens when I doubt myself I might just start doing it more" He laughs and hides his face in the crook of my neck, I gently smack the back of his head but I also laugh at his comment "I love you charles, you know that right?" "I know chéri, but I love you more."

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hannie-dul-set · 3 months

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sorry but golden retriever sungchan x black cat reader is the only canon option! if you write a blurb on this pls i will actually kiss you in the mouth (ily btw)

[man on a mission]. jung sungchan has taken it upon himself to make you laugh at least once a day.

“you’re so fucking lame,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, sitting in front of him at the cafeteria while he has two chopsticks sticking out of his nose. “gross,” you say, but the slight quirk of your lips and the way you quickly reach for your iced lemonade to cover it up makes him pump his fist in the air in victory— even at the expense of his image.

“ha! you laughed! i win.”

his other friends ask him why he even bothers. or, in the words of anton, “hyung, why are you so hell bent on making a fool out of yourself at least once a day?” but his motivations go beyond the selfish desire of proving that his sense of humor can even penetrate the moody and scary (i.e. you). sungchan has made is a mission to make you laugh every single day because of one single reason.

sungchan is simply sick and tired of people talking shit about you.

“it’s ridiculous!” he huffs, slamming both fists on the table after anton asked him the question. “they don’t even know them that well!” yet those same people call you bossy, call you a stick in the mud, temperamental and so on and so forth— which, sungchan has to admit isn’t all wrong. you’re always scowling or glaring or telling people off, but your love language is violence and words needled with spikes. sungchan is the only with enough fluency to see the tenderness in your light punches and your eloquent “fuck you’s” straight to his face.

no, he doesn’t want you to change. he doesn’t want you to soften up your edges just because of the thoughtless impressions of a couple dozen unimportant people.

but it won’t hurt to see you laughing ever so often, right?

“oh my god, stop it,” you wheeze, hands pressed tightly to your face after sungchan shows you a dumb tiktok video he just saw, then imitating it with just as much grace and passion, causing you to snort out loud and burst into a fit. “fuck’s sake, i hate you so much.”

once more, mission accomplished. he forced you to tag along with his friends for dinner today, so that was a necessary move to break the ice— especially because anton is kind of afraid of you. seeing you out of your usual resting bitch face should ease their intimidation, and jung sungchan is proud of himself for a job well done seeing shotaro having a passionate discussion about a manga you’ve both read.

“no way, i couldn’t find a copy anywhere! can you lend it to me?”

there’s a swell of pride in his chest seeing you talk so easily with someone else other than him. it’s nice to see other people finally seeing you in the same light as he had for the past couple of years. pride. yes. that’s exactly and the only thing he’s feeling right now.

“hey.”

but as your conversation with taro lengthens that you haven’t looked at him since laughing at his joke, and as eunseok discreetly calls his attention while staring at you from across the table with a look in his eyes that’s all too familiar— almost as if he’s looking straight at a mirror—sungchan thinks that maybe he should abort his mission.

“your friend has a pretty smile.”

he knows. he’s been trying to get everyone else to see it all this time.

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rubyreduji · 7 months

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us and the stars — csc

summary: sitting under the stars on the hood of seungcheol’s car puts a lot of things into perspective

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff warnings: explicit unprotected sex, outdoor sex wc: 2.3k an: i wrote the first part of this at rehearsal when i should have been doing work LOL

part of @sunnylovespickles september candy land collab!

occhiolism - to be aware of how insignificant and small you are compared to the universe

You can feel the bags weighing down your under eyes as you unlock the door to your apartment. You don’t bother being tidy as you throw your bag onto the ground and kick your shoes off. Your back hurts, your head has been throbbing since lunch, and on top of that you can’t get the nauseous feeling out of your stomach.

Today was utter shit.

None of it would nearly have been that bad, if it wasn’t for your last meeting. It started off so well, until your boss called on you to do your report for the week. You were proud of your work but as soon as you started to give off the data to your boss, he automatically shut you down, telling you you wasted your week doing everything wrong. Then your least favorite co-worker had to make snide comments about how he’ll have to spend all of next week fixing your mistakes. You spent the rest of your day trying to keep your tears at bay as you avoided eye contact with anyone who walked past you.

Then right when you thought you were going to be able to go home, your boss pulled you aside for a long talk about your quality of work. The whole conversation made your poor mood even worse and as soon as you got into your car you finally let yourself cry, sitting in the parking lot way after hours just to let it all out.

“Love? Is that you? You’re home late.” All you can manage is a grunt as you hear Seungcheol pads out of the bedroom. He sees you slumped down on the couch and automatically moves over to you, pushing you around a bit so you slump down against him instead.

“Hi,” you mumble, no energy in your voice.

“Hi baby. Bad day?” Seungcheol drops a soft kiss to your temple.

You nod. “I’m terrible at my job. It was so embarrassing, Cheol.”

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“My boss called me out in front of everyone!” You shout, finally finding some energy to sit up and face your boyfriend. “Then went on about how I’m putting up behind schedule and now he’ll never trust me to do anything again.”

“Well that’s not right of him…but I’m sure that this will all blow over next week. Everyone knows how hard of a worker you are, this is just one mistake, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is for me!”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and you can tell he thinks you’re ridiculous but you don’t feel ridiculous right now. You feel awful. This job was supposed to be your big break and now you’re messing it all up.

“C’mon.” Seungcheol stands up and offers his hand to you.

You stare at him a bit exhausted but he’s unwavering and you finally relent. Seungcheol pulls you up onto your feet and pushes you towards the bedroom.

“Change into something comfortable. If you’re not out in ten minutes I’m coming in and dragging you out.” With that Seungcheol shuts the door, leaving you alone once again.

You’re half tempted to just lock the door and crawl into bed, but a part of you is curious to see what your boyfriend has planned. You strip off your work clothes and change into a t-shirt and an old pair of sleep shorts before shuffling back out to the living room where Seungcheol is waiting with his car keys.

Before you can question him he’s tugging you out the door and to the car and taking off. Seungcheol ignores your questioning stare as he hums along to the radio. The sun is starting to set and you stare at the oranges of the sky as you try and pretend you’re not replaying your day over in your head.

When the car finally pulls to a stop, you look around to see you’re in the middle of nowhere. You frown at Seungcheol but he just grins at you and gets out of the car. You watch as he moves over the passenger side and opens your door for you.

As soon as you step out Seungcheol moves over to the hood of his car and slides on before patting next to him.

“You’re going to dent your car,” you tell him.

“Don’t be a party pooper. Get up here.”

You huff but still do as told. Seungcheol grins wide at you as he lays back and you follow suit. You look up at the sky and you suddenly realize why Seungcheol brought you out here. You finally allow yourself to take a deep breath. You release it slowly as you take in the sight above you. The sky is a deep blue, freckled with white glittering stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Seungcheol asks you.

You nod slightly. “It really is…” You’re completely mesmerized, all of your worries finally ebbing away.

“Those stars are trillions of miles away,” Seungcheol says. “Isn’t it crazy how big the universe is?”

“Yeah…,” you mumble. “We’re so small compared to that.”

“Exactly! The world is so big, and we’re so small. Doesn’t that put everything into perspective?”

“In what way?”

“Everything’s just so…insignificant.”

Seungcheol’s words suddenly suck your peace away as you sit up quickly. “YOU’RE SAYING I’M INSIGNIFICANT?”

You thought your boyfriend brought you out here to make you feel better, but now you feel like complete shit. You already knew you were a giant fuck up, but now you’re a fuck up that’s insignificant as well. You go to move off the car, ready to make Seungcheol take you back home and make him sleep on the couch, but Seungcheol quickly grabs your arm.

“Baby no! No! I’m saying your mistake was insignificant. There is so much going on all around us and billions of lightyears away; in the grand scale of things your one single mistake means nothing.”

“Well in the grand scale of things I’m also insignificant.” You glare slightly at Seungcheol but he just leans forward and cups your face in his hands.

“How can you be insignificant when you're my whole world?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You struggle for a moment, unable to get any words out.

“Your mistake doesn’t matter. Fuck those guys for making you feel like this, because you are the most hard working person I know. You matter though. You matter so much. Everyday I live is a good one, because I get to spend it with you. So who cares if the grand scale we’re small and insignificant, because even if we are, you’re still my everything, and there’s no one else I would rather be insignificant with.”

You feel tears start to stream down your cheeks for a second time today, but this time it’s for a completely different reason. You finally let a small smile cross your lips. You lean forward and kiss Seungcheol, not caring that you’re getting your tears on him. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his.

“When did you get so sensible?” You ask him with a small laugh.

“I wouldn’t say sensible…just insightful.”

“Whatever it is…thank you,” you tell him. “You always know how to make me feel better. I’m sorry about how I was behaving earlier.”

“Don’t apologize, we all have bad days. I just want to make sure your bad day doesn’t turn into a bad night.”

“Well you definitely did just that.” You lean in once again to give Seungcheol another kiss, deepening it this time.

Seungcheol sits up a bit so he can hover over you, pressing you down into the hood of the car. He pulls back slightly before whispering, “You want me to make this an even better night?”

“Ch-cheol!” You gasp. “We’re outside…”

“So? No one’s here. Wouldn’t it be romantic? Fucking under the stars.”

You feel Seungcheol’s fingers trail up your sides, slightly pushing up your shirt and you whine. “F-fuck, just touch me Cheol.”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and pushes his hands all the way up your shirt, groping your chest in his palms. You feel his thigh press down against your clit and you let out a soft moan.

You feel the tension escape your body as pleasure starts to take over. Seungcheol’s mouth trails over your neck, peppering kisses and nips all over your skin. You slide your fingers into his hair, holding his head to your neck.

“Need you,” you whine, desperate and pathetic. You didn’t realize how badly you need this but now that you have it, you can’t get enough.

“Already?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you beg.

“Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you.” Seungcheol presses a final kiss to your neck before sliding off the hood. He stands at the front end of the car, pulling you towards him so your hips line up. Seungcheol pushes your shorts down your legs until they’re only hanging off one ankle before unzipping his pants and tugging his cock out.

He jerks his cock in his fist until it gets up to full mast before reaching out to brush his thumb over your clothed clit. You can hear him hum with satisfaction when he feels how wet you already are. You let out a soft whine to signal your impatience and luckily your boyfriend takes the hint and pushes your panties to the side. You feel his blunt tip rub up against your folds for a moment before he pushes all the way in.

You let out a content sigh at the familiar feeling of Seungcheol’s cock stretching you open. HIs cock fits into you snugly, like your pussy was molded just for him. Seungcheol pushes his hands back up your shirt, kneading at your tits as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

You wrap your legs around Seungcheol, pulling him into you deeper and preventing yourself from sliding off the car. As Seungcheol picks up his pace, fucking into you more rapidly, you throw your head back, marveling in the sight of the galaxies above you as your boyfriend fills you full of his cock. Seungcheol was right, it is pretty romantic.

Seungcheol brushes his thumb over your nipple, flicking the bud and sending jolts through your body. You gasp, your eyes screwing shut. Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing as Seungcheol snaps his hips into yours, his cock slamming into your walls and driving you closer and closer to insanity.

You reach up blindly and grasp Seungcheol’s shirt, pulling him down to you. Your lips meld together with his as you put all your focus into kissing him. His body pressed down into yourself, pinning you down against the cool metal of the car. Your whole body is wrapped around him as you hold onto him to stable yourself.

Seungcheol’s soft grunts are probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard and despite him being fully pressed up against you, you pull him into you further, wrapping your lips around his bottom lip and sucking as hard as you can. Your boyfriend’s lips are already plump, but you have a bit of an obsession with trying to make them completely swollen. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, in fact you know he finds immense pleasure from you sucking on his lip. The way his hips slam into you harder is also an indicator that you’re doing something right.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you can already feel your orgasm approaching but you blame it on your stressful day and your boyfriend’s determination to make you feel better. You drag your teeth over Seungcheol’s lip before letting it go only to press your lips to his ear.

"M'close Cheollie."

“Fuck baby, cum for me. Cream all over my cock,” Seungcheol tells you. His grip tightens on you as his thrusts become more pointed, pushing straight up against your g-spot.

You whimper as you finally release all of your pent up stress from the day, letting your orgasm wash over you. You hold onto Seungcheol tightly as you shake in his arms, your boyfriend pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you do so.

At some point you register Seungcheol pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach but you don’t fully regain consciousness until a few moments later. You don’t move as Seungcheol grabs a few napkins from his glove box to clean both of you off.

After you two are finally back in normal shape Seungcheol climbs back up onto the hood (which is definitely dented now) and pulls you into his side.

Nothing seems better than cuddling with your boyfriend and stargazing but your stomach has other plans and rumbles loudly, causing Seungcheol to laugh and you to groan.

“I haven’t had dinner yet,” you say. “You dragged me away too soon.”

“Okay baby, let’s go get dinner.” Seungcheol pecks a kiss to your lips before rolling off the hood of the car. You reluctantly do the same.

“We should do this again,” you tell your boyfriend as he starts the car. “Sometime we can actually stargaze for longer.”

“I’d like that. And I’ll be sure to pack some food to bring as well.”

This time as you two drive down the road you slip your hand into Seungcheol’s and hum along to the radio with him. You glance over at him, only to see him sneaking a glance back at you. He sends you a wink before grinning and looking back at the road, his hand squeezing yours. You can’t help but smile back.

As you settle back into your seat and glance out at the sky through the windshield, you find comfort in the fact that even if you are just a small part of the big universe, you and Seungcheol still found each other, and that’s something pretty special.

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deanstead · 1 year

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Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by @enchantedblackrose

Summary: Y/N is pleasantly surprised when she opens the door on Christmas Eve.

Square Filled: Free for #resa.3kfiestabingo + Home for the Holidays for @storiesofsvu ‘s #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022

Word Count: 1K+

Tags/Warnings: none

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!!! I know it's been a while, so here's a Christmas fic! There's other Christmas requests I had but this one really hit me so here it is! Thank you Ashley for the brilliant request hehe. Hope yall enjoy this!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

This was the part of this job that really sucked.

Having to go deep undercover was never easy, especially after he’d had more than just himself to think of. But it was feeling infinitely worse now as he sat on his couch wondering how on earth he was supposed to tell his daughter, who was eagerly looking forward to the holidays, that he wasn’t going to be around.

“Jay?”

Jay glanced up at your voice as you looked at him with concern.

You’d been with Jay long enough to know when something was bothering him so you just threw yourself down on the couch next to him. “Something wrong?”

Jay gave you a small smile and shook his head before he paused.

“What?” You asked again, prompting gently.

Jay turned towards you with a sigh, looking almost like a child who knew he was going to get in trouble.

“I gotta go under. There’s no way around it, we don’t have any other way to get these guys and… I don’t know how long it will be.”

The words floated between the both of you and you frowned. “That’s what’s been eating at you?”

Jay raised an eyebrow.

“Jay Halstead, you’ve been brooding almost the whole night over this? I thought something had happened to someone, I thought someone was in trouble.”

Jay gave you a guilty smile, before letting the smile drop.

“It’s already after Thanksgiving. I highly doubt I’ll be back for Christmas.” He said quietly.

You reached over, putting your hand into Jay’s. “We’ll be fine.”

“Sophia’s gonna be crushed.” He responded, his hand wrapping around yours like a habit.

You smiled. “Sophia is gonna be fine. Just manage her expectations about Christmas, I’ll take care of the rest. Go save the city.”

Jay pulled you gently into his embrace, and you leaned your head against him as he pressed a kiss on your head. “Thank you.” Jay whispered.

You smiled, without looking up at him. “Team effort.”

“All done!” Sophia yelled triumphantly, looking proudly at the ornaments she’d displayed out on the bottom part of the tree where she had been given free reign.

Sophia hadn’t been able to hide the disappointment in her eyes when her father had told her he’d be away for Christmas but she put on her big girl face anyway and smiled back at him. “I’ll take care of Mama!” She'd announced.

You’d smiled, as a look of absolute pride at his young daughter shone on Jay’s face.

Even though neither you nor Jay had an answer for her when Sophia had asked how long Jay would be away for, your daughter had taken it in her five year old stride, asking if the both of you could keep the decorations until Jay came home.

You’d agreed with a smile, telling her that the both of you could get the house ready for whenever Daddy came home.

So when the tree was finally finished on Christmas Eve, Sophia was very proud of herself.

You’d gotten a roast chicken just for the two of you, some mashed potatoes and ham, which was more than enough to last both you and Sophia a few days, inclusive of the fact that Will would either be coming around either today or tomorrow.

You didn’t think much of it when the bell rang, putting the row of sliced ham on the table before going to get the door, expecting Will to be on the other side of the door and preparing yourself to nag him for spoiling his only niece.

But when you opened the door, you froze.

“Surprise.” Jay’s voice was quiet, a big grin spread across his face.

You glanced backwards where Sophia was absolutely engrossed in what she was doing with the Christmas stockings before you turned back to your husband.

“What are you doing here? You said you weren’t going to make it.” You reached forward for a hug and Jay pressed his lips against yours, smiling before he put his arms around you.

“Lucked out.” Jay answered, still keeping his voice low.

You grinned, stepping backwards as you turned towards your daughter who still had her back to you.

“Sophia, guess who’s here?”

Sophia raised her head now. “Uncle Will?” She logically guessed, as she turned.

There was a quiet silence as her five year old brain registered that her favourite person was actually standing in the room.

“Daddy!” Sophia shrieked in delight, climbing to her feet and all but diving into her father’s arms. Jay laughed as he picked Sophia up, tossing her lightly into the air before giving her a hug, Sophia’s giggles echoing against the walls of the apartment.

Sophia’s excitement level was off the charts and you couldn’t help but smile as she insisted on showing Jay each and every ornament that she had personally hung on the tree, closely followed by any corner that had a hint of Christmas in it.

You let her give Jay the tour before the three of you finally sat down for a nice Christmas meal, even through the ruckus of Sophia spilling her drink before dinner even started, or her absolutely loud protests for her father’s attention.

But nothing could spoil the evening as you finally cuddled into Jay’s side after you’d cleared whatever was left of dinner, Sophia sprawled comfortably in her father’s lap, her tiny legs reaching across towards you. The cheesy holiday movies playing on the television merely reminded you how delighted you were to be where you were, Jay’s fingers moving absentmindedly along your shoulder.

It was about halfway through the movie when Jay glanced at you. Sophia had long fallen asleep in her father’s arms and you smiled, nodding as Jay extricated himself from the couch as gently as he could without waking Sophia and taking her to her own bed.

He was back out in a minute, climbing back into the couch by your side, quietly opening his arms so you could fit yourself more securely in them. You leaned against Jay, feeling him lean his face against your head gently and you smiled.

“Thanks for making it back.”

You felt him smile. “Lucky break.”

You turned your head to look up at him as the digital numbers turned to 00:00.

“Merry Christmas.” Jay whispered, with a smile.

You leaned further back so Jay could lean down comfortably, your return of Merry Christmas lost to his lips as he kissed you.

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killuaisaprincess · 8 months

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THREE YEARS OF WRITING 🧁 (or close enough!)

Lemme start by saying I am tired. One hater takes enough out of me, I have ADD hypersensitivity, so yeah, still kinda recovering!

I wanted to make this something super happy! And actually on time, but literally, one day later, today some asshole wants to show up in my tumblr inbox and complain? And it was about the old me! So I'm doing it early! I’m here to celebrate my growth! Fuck them! Lol 🖕🎉

They were basically, oh, you’re not Q! You’ve fallen off! No, I’m not! Q is dead! And Q was never truly entirely me! I will always be grateful if she hadn’t taken the first step, I wouldn’t be here, but Q got scared even writing the simple niche of Gon carrying Ki more than once! I still remember that authors note Q wrote apologizing! I wanna laugh at her! Like she owed anyone anything! It was like her fourth fic, I think.

I get her, part of her still lies in me! Like I’m sorry to that person you’re so insecure and pathetic that someone changing and growing into a confident person who writes what she totally likes full on indulgence! Bothers you! She was always in there okie! She was just scared!

Creating Qutie was the first step. And I’m proud of her and how far she’s come! I don’t care anymore if everyone hates me! I know most probs do! I am confident and happy about my presence here! And love that I can speak up without fearing anymore! Realizing I don’t fit! Or belong with the fandom was the best thing that ever happened to me! I don’t forgive the og hater/stalker and made me poof Q, but I am actually thankful to them.

My third year anniversary of writing is coming up on Sept, 4!

And I probs would’ve made a speech about how happy I am and how far I’ve come then too! So consider this that! Except it probs would’ve been 50 tags cuz that’s my style lol 😚

No matter what anyone says I am proud of me!

I love my writing, and I love my fics! It really just is the simple concept of imagining finding an author you like! And then there are tons of works ready for you to read! Even if they're small thingies like mine! I was into GK back in 2012, but I was young and there wasn't any GK really, and plus after CAA I was just depressed there was nothing there for me. So I left! And then 2020 of June I fell back into Gonki!

I watched tons of reactors and got back in, but I couldn't find anything that was my taste fic wise, so I just took a leap of fate, I found maybe one fic of Gon carrying Ki maybe one and billions that I did not like! So I decided to do it for me!

I wanna be with Gonkillu forever! I don't wanna imagine a world where I leave again! But on the chance it ever does happen? Look what I've done for me! I've become that author I would like with tons of fics all ready to read! For me! 90+ will be there if it does happen.

And nothing pleases me more! I do reread my fics as is! But the idea of knowing me of the future should something ever happen has that... it's the best feeling!

And no one will take that from me! When I couldn't find anything I wanted in 2020 I didn't go to writers and go WAHHH WAHH WAHHH DO WHAT I WANT I took action. So no loser anon is gonna stop me. If you liked the old me become her, but I like the new current me more! Who goes full in no fear!

I do wish there was a GK world and I will say stuff like that! Cuz I do wish there was! But I've never gone to a writer and been like dooo this for meee, like!

I put my money where my mouth is and am creating the GK world I want for myself!

Thank you, me! For the three years of writing! Here's to many more!

I’m on a little teeny tiny island by myself! I need a cute flag 🥺 IT HAS TO BE PINK OMG WITH GON CARRYING KI AND KI WEARING A CUTE PINK DRESS AND LITTLE BUNNY EARS 🥺 he’s a little bunny 🐰

#personal #Happy THIRD ANNIVERSARY TO ME! 😚😚😚#It’s a little early! But!#I didn’t wanna make this an authors note tbh! Even though since I blocked the anon they probs can’t see this but!#I am just using my new psued from now on ao3 to get my point across lol anytime someone wants to be rude/leave hate #Besides the death of Q and rebirth of Qutie actually started here!#It feels right to honor how proud I am of her here!#I'm sorry to the few nice anons out there but tbh on both here and ao3 I've decided I'm no longer having them on ever again I was #Yesterday considering maybe after Dec but #Nah

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toontails · 1 year

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Toon Quest

Chapter 12: It's All in Your Head

Y/n fiddled with the bow in her hands, she tightened and fixed the strings, sitting in the bed facing away from everyone. She felt Spunk hop onto the bed and lay down. Panchito was already asleep in her spot—for whatever reason, he would have been up by now, but crazily enough, he was asleep still. And she was certain it was because of the walk to and from their far off location.

Mugman, Felix and Donald left into town to do more work considering Y/n would be going to the town's training this time, she decided not to tag along because of the sick feeling in her stomach. Cuphead had left shortly after to chase the 3 down when he woke up late.

Y/n didn’t bother to wake up Panchito, if he was still asleep then clearly it was for a good reason. She wanted to go trail off to Ruck to talk about the nervous feeling in her chest but she was certain he would either just toss her in the training hall to face the troubles head on, or just simply tell her to suck it up. But she didn’t want to. She held the quiver between her legs as she placed the bow on the bed, and picked up an arrow before picking up the damp towel near her and wiped away the dirt from the arrow. At Least if she planned on using it for archery training today, she might as well have her stuff look presentable. The last time she’s seen her contestee’s they all witness her get beat to bloody mess.

She didn’t want to go back there, the sheer feeling of embarrassment was wavering around in her head like a flag. Even the constructor didn’t like her too much.

She was proud of herself with how many minor achievements she made yesterday, but they would amount to facing the staring eyes when she walks through those doors today. She tried to have that suck it up attitude like Ruck always seemed to give, but it would only last for mere seconds before she would deflate into nothing but anxiety. Her fingertips felt cold as she wiped away the dried mood from the arrow.

The sound of nails scratching against wood caused her to flinch and quickly look over to the floor, but it was only Spunk stretching. His nails accidentally brushed against the wooden floor, creating that familiar scratching sound. Oswald—who was seated on the couch near the door, noticed her sudden frightened movement and looked at her, her back facing him.

“Are you okay?” He asks. Y/n glanced over her shoulder over to Oswald and nodded silently before looking back at her arrow and continued to clean it, it seemed her silent reply wasn’t enough. Oswald slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to Y/n. Walking over to the side, his eyes traveled down and watched as she placed the first arrow back in the quiver and took out another one to clean it. He slowly lowered himself down onto the bed and sat beside her.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Y/n flickers her gaze to him and deadpans. “Going back to training is going to be so embarrassing.” She responds.

Oswald slowly nods his head—he immediately knew what she was referring to.

“Plus..I’m exhausted. I was going to go help out in town. But—I’m sore, and I gotta go to the training there—not to mention. I don’t even want to go head on with Stinks again. Jeez, that guy has some issues.” She muttered, she placed the arrow back in her quiver and looked at Oswald who was staring at her.

“I dunno..if you ask me you seem paranoid.” Oswald states and Y/n was about to open her mouth to disagree, but she slowly closed it when she thought about it. With recent events, it was understandable that she would be on edge 24/7. Leaving town was already bad enough with the state she was in and her last unfortunate one sided brawl. Only to fall into another one here in the offlands. Which was Stinks.

Having so much responsibility and eyes on her just for being a Vendolez, to getting dragged through the mud by some guy, not once but twice on multiple occasions. Having to make sure things were okay back at home and adapting to this new world. And not only that, adapt to being a hero because the book assigned her to, it was a lot for her to handle.

“I guess I am.”

“Rest then?”

Y/n fell silent and looked at Oswald before smiling.

Panchito wakes up from his sleep and slowly opens his eyes, Spunk had found comfort sleeping near his head. Panchito didn’t mean to fall asleep for so long, but Atleast he felt energized. When his eyes trailed over, he spotted Oswald and Y/n on the couch, they were asleep. The human laid on her side, half off Oswald and half on the couch, her leg over his as she laid on his shoulder. Oswald was fast asleep as well, he had an arm wrapped around her, his fingers gently pressed against her back, his ears hanging off of the couch. A blanket that was tossed over them before was slipping off as Oswald’s other hand was hanging from the couch. The two seemed utterly exhausted.

Panchito sits up from his position and smiles at the two, Spunk waking up soon after, looking up at the rooster who had looked at the two asleep on the couch.

He didn’t wake up the two—as he was certain they certainly needed the rest.

Y/n walked next to Ruck who was silently listening to Y/n speak—who was mainly talking about what different foods she could make if they went shopping, despite her days she’s been through, she’s been starving for a meal, she ate, but she was really looking for some fries, for whatever reason.

Once they reached the training arena, Y/n stared at the entrance where the contestants were walking in, some laughing around and joking around with each other, ready to begin the morning. The small nap Y/n took with Oswald did give her some energy, but that seemed to be quickly drained away when she deadpands at the building and sighed through her nose.

“I was told today you’re going through two courses, archery and the obstacle.” Ruck starts and Y/n turns to look at him, her hands wringing the quiver trap in her hands.

“Right..” she muttered.

“You go below the percentage of 10, you’re kicked.” He adds and Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him. “You don’t have to be rude about it—“

“Not by me, dumbass. I’m talking about the finale. They cherry pick certain ones to fight in warrior falls.”

Y/n felt her heart sink to her stomach. “What..?”

She glanced back at the building and back at Ruck. “But I can’t—I just started training, if I mess up, I won’t even get a chance to step a toe to the finale stage. All of this would be for nothing if I get kicked out immediately.”

“You’re a fast learner, you adapted pretty well in my eyes.”

Y/n silenced herself for a moment. Her hands become clammy and cold at the thought of failing her only chance. “Ruck, I’m serious. If I go back to everyone and tell them I failed the only objective out for me, I’ll look like an idiot.”

“I think you worry too much about what others think.” Ruck grumbled. Y/n stared at him once more, her eyebrows lifting up ever so slightly.

“You. Go in there. And just do it. The outcome will be what you make it if you keep pondering over it. Now go, I heard they’re giving you your uniform for the contest.”

“What’s the point if some people might get kicked?”

“Don’t ask me that.”

Y/n slowly nods and her eyes flickered back over to the building. Ruck didn’t move from his spot he was standing it was evident that he was planning on staying outside until they actually started training.

Y/n took a step back and turned around and started towards the building, but her feet slowly came to a stop. She eyes the building before looking back at Ruck, who had seemed like he was about to turn to walk off but he stopped in motion when he saw her turn back around.

“Can you come in there with me?” She asks him. Ruck furrowed his eyebrows at her question, Y/n glanced back behind her towards the building and back to Ruck. “I don’t want to get my uniform by myself.”

Ruck sighs and brings a hand up to his eyes to massage them in a frustrated manner.

“Please.”

He heard her add. Ruck removes his hands from his eyes and walks over to Y/n and soon past her. “C’mon. Christ you’re gonna give me a headache..”

“Yes!”

The man at the vendor booth hands out a uniform to one of the contestee’s—with beads and jewels—made with rich fabrics, Y/n stood in line with Ruck, she was looking around at the other contestee’s, their uniforms all were so creative, with designs of tiger stripes and zebra patterns. Y/n couldn’t wait to receive hers, Ruck didn’t say much other than stand beside Y/n and wait in line with her. Once they reached the vendor, the man looked at Y/n and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, hi, haven’t seen you before.” His eyes slowly slid down to the yellow paper on the booth top, looking at the various names of the contestee’s that he knew by heart and not once had he seen Y/n before.

“I’m Y/n.” Y/n responds. Placing her hands on the bar top, rocking back and forth on her feet.

The man silently read over the paper of names, his eyes squinting as he tried to find the name. Y/n seemed to deflate at that, was she not on the list?

“Erica, Nora, Coü, hm…Zazu..”

The man mutters different names as he reads down the list, Y/n eyes kept flickering down to the paper and then at the man and back at the paper and then back at the man until he finally finds her name. “Ah! Here we go, Y/n.” He taps the name where it was placed all the way at the bottom of the paper.

Y/n pressed her lips together. “Great..”

The man turns around and scavenges through a wooden bucket of clothes, moving some stuff out of the way as he sorts through everything. Y/n glanced at Ruck who was busy looking somewhere else to pay attention.

“Here we go.”

Y/n immediately turns back to the man and smiles in excitement to see her costume, but what was placed in front of her, was first a brown shirt—that seemed similar to some sort of tube top—but around the neck to resemble the neck of the shirt was a short brown poncho that was made of a thick fabric, black fringes dangling from it. A hood was attached to the poncho, down the poncho was a black Aztec like pattern.

Unfortunately it was attached to the shoulderless shirt underneath, not that it mattered as the poncho ended right above her ribcage. The pants ended right above her knees and had no design other than the straw like fringed running down the sides of the pants.

Y/n blinks before looking at the man.

“This is it?”

“Yep.”

Y/n brings a hand up and takes the clothes in her arms and nods her head at the man. “Thank you.”

Y/n walks down the hall with Ruck and stares down at the clothes in her hands.

“This looks dumb, everyone else has some cool stuff. I look like some old Wild West character.”

“Everyone’s costume has a meaning because they customize it every year. You get a standard one because you never entered Warrior Falls before.” Ruck informs in an attempt to not hear anymore of Y/n’s ranting.

The two stopped at a door—which was the changing hall, Y/n stood in front of the cobblestone corridor and looked at him. “If I look dumb, I’m not wearing this.”

Ruck raises an eyebrow. “And I would care because..?”

Y/n blinks before walking into the changing room.

Thankfully there was no one in there. Most of the contestee’s had already changed in their uniforms as Y/n was the last one out of everyone in line, she didn’t mind though, she would get peace and quiet to herself until she could mentally get herself together. The changing room looked similar to some High School gym locker room. Minus the lockers.

The wooden benches were laid and separated by some rooms of even more benches, slowly placed her bow and quiver against the wall, And glanced at the mirror on the wall ahead of her. It was like a public bathroom mirror, the room was dim—the sun coming through the tainted blue windows above near the ceiling.

Placing the clothes on the bench, she stared down at them and placed her hands on her hips.

It was the time she had to think, would she spin out and lose this only opportunity? Or actually try out there. She felt confident she would do something right. But that thought in her head kept telling her it would be best to back away and just let the opportunity go. But she couldn’t.

Y/n picked up the poncho and shirt and gazed down at it, clutching the fabric in her hands tightly.

“What seems tiring and impossible right now, will feel like a walk in the park the next day..” she whispered to herself. The assuring words that played in her hands. Closing her eyes she took a big deep breath before exhaling.

“Ruck, look.” Y/n walks out of the dressing room excitedly, her quiver and bow in hand, but she immediately stopped once she saw him standing with the others.

Meek, Don, Felix, Donald, Panchito, Oswald, Cuphead, Mugman, even Bendy and Lucy.

Y/n froze in her motion at the sight of everyone standing there. Lucy looks away from Ruck, who was speaking and turns her gaze to Y/n and immediately smiles.

“Oh! You look wonderful!” She exclaims. In her palms she was holding two wooden boxes, she quickly placed them on the ground and rushed over to Y/n, her hands flying over to Y/n’s poncho and fixing up the neck of the collar and then the hood.

“I knew yours wouldn’t have a meaning to it, that’s why I bought paint!” She starts. Y/n had her mouth open as her eyes flickered to everyone.

“Great…what’s..uh. What’s everyone doing here?” She asks. A hint of nervousness swelling in her chest. The one chance she had to actually make an effort and everyone was there.

“Finale picking. ‘said it was a towns viewing for who’ll be in the finale runner ups for the contest.” Donald informed nonchalantly.

“So this is basically a contest for the ones losing—well—I dunno, a part one from what I’m guessing.” He adds on. Y/n’s heartbeat immediately started hammering in her chest. Her mouth slowly closing at that information.

“Great..” she whispered.

“Oh don’t worry! I’m sure you’ll do great out there, it doesn't matter what happens out there. We’ll be here.” Lucy smiled before she motioned towards the boxes on the ground. “I’ve bought paint so you can customize your uniform.”

Customizing her uniform was the last thing Y/n was thinking about, she was mostly now focused on actually having to try to get some good points up there to make it past this hurdle. She’ll be damned doing all this work just to be tossed out of the game.

“Yeah..” Y/n muttered in a distracted manner.

“I dunno, if you ask me. I think some of them will be disqualified after the first round..” Mugman points out. His gaze fixated on a girl in the training arena struggling to pull the arrow back on her bow, when she did it immediately shot from her weak fingers and the arrow was sent flying lord knows where from his view.

Mugman shakes his head and looks at Y/n. “I believe you’ll do fine.”

“Been trying to tell her that for the last hour.” Ruck pipes up and Don nudges the man. “Give er’ a break. She just got her ass kicked by that skunk fella.”

“Which won’t happen again.” Cuphead quickly says and Donald chuckled. “Where’s the guy by the way?” He asks and Y/n immediately shrugs.

“I dunno. Haven’t seen him, and don’t plan on wanting to.” She grunts, it was clear she was starting to become agitated. Shuffling on her feet before placing her hands on her hips. She felt Lucy’s hand cautiously place on her shoulder—like she didn’t know if she could touch Y/n or not. Y/n turned her gaze and looked at the girl.

“Let’s get you ready for the course, no?” Lucy gives her a smile. “Customizing your uniform is supposed to resemble what you’re fighting for. Many of the contestee’s have different things they’ve added to their name to showcase throughout the contest.”

So that’s why Y/n’s costume was blank. Not that it didn’t look perfectly fine as is.

“Oh that is cute, it is like your own little journal. But you can wear it..in a weird way.” Panchito drawls. Y/n’s eyes flickered down to the small boxes on the ground.

“What’s that?” She asks.

“Paint. I brought it since I have to be here with my father to spectate.” She answered, pulling away from Y/n and moving to pick up the boxes from the ground.

“And the kings here too? Great.” Y/n deadpans.

“Cheer up, like Ruck said. You’ll do great. If not? Oh well! You still went out there and did it.” Meek comforts. And Felix nods soon afterwards. “Yes, it might be uncomfortable now, but we’re here with you, Y/n.”

“Don’t take it personally if I laugh.” Donald pipes up and Oswald silently looks at Donald and furrows his eyebrows at the duck.

“Which he won’t be doing..” The rabbit spoke through his teeth and Donald rolled his eyes silently—clearly understanding Oswald.

Bendy was busy silently leaning on the wall, his hand holding him up as his other was placed on his hip. He watched as Lucy picked up the boxes and turned to Y/n.

“So! What were you looking to add to your uniform?”

Y/n grew silent, she couldn’t think of anything. Most of her mind was focused on what would stir up on the course than customizing some clothes in the moment.

Staring at the boxes In the princesses hand, Y/n’s eyes flickered back to the group. “You said it’s supposed to represent something?” She repeats and Lucy nods.

“I think I may have one thing in mind.“

“This looks magnificent!” Lucy skips around Y/n, they all congregate back in the dressing room, standing in front of the mirror. Y/n glanced down at her uniform. Various hand prints stamped on the pants, and poncho of all her friends. Minus Ruck who didn’t want to get his hands dirty. Black and red paint littering the clothes, and the sight of it made a small smile appear on Y/n’s face.

Panchito placed his hand in the red paint before walking over to Y/n and placing his hand to her shoulder, where he stamped his hand print.

“Stop—swattin’ your hand, you’re flingin’ paint.” Bendy hissed at Cuphead who flickered his hand to get some wet paint off—why he didn’t just wash his hands was beyond everyone.

“Sorry.” Cuphead immediately apologized.

Felix was busy fixing Y/n’s poncho—mainly her hood. She stood still and she felt Lucy place a handprint on her knee, Y/n felt like she was getting ready for prom of some sorts. Staring at herself in the mirror, she actually started to like the uniform a tad bit more, it didn’t have much of a design to it like everyone else. But it was still something.

Felix pulls away from her and moves to walk over to a sink to wash his hands off from the paint that stained his hands.

“Wonderful.” Lucy starts. Standing up from the ground, the palms of her hands were stained in red paint, but she didn’t move to wash her hands yet. Watching Y/n who was busy silently examining the uniform. Lucy couldn’t tell what Y/n was thinking, with how silent she was, not a single thought seemed to cross the mind of Y/n.

“Looks nice.” Ruck broke the silence that he could sense Y/n was giving. She blinks and slowly nods.

“I like it.”

The paint was drying up pretty quickly, thankfully as she needed to be out in the area soon.

Soon Don walks into the dressing room, Ruck turns his head to him and Don nods. “It’s starting, we gotta go get Bendy and Lucy up to the balcony area.” He informs. Lucy looks away from Don and looks back at Y/n who had moved away to saunter over to her bow that was leaning on the wall.

“Okay! This is nice!” Donald outstretched his arms and gave an optimistic smile, his eyes planted on Y/n who tossed the quiver’s strap around her shoulder. She felt her heart beating in her stomach—anxious for the upcoming events.

“You’ll go out there and do great, toots. We’re rooting for ya!” Donald clearly was trying to make shine for some light of motivation as she didn’t seem too good in the face. Y/n’s eyes flickered to Donald and she gave him a single nod. “Yeah..”

Ruck’s first thought was to have a talk with Y/n before leaving out, but he watched as her toon friends slowly gathered closer to her to speak to her themselves, and he waited to see what would happen as Meek and Don left out of the dressing room, Ruck removes himself from the wall and exits the dressing room as well.

Felix placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and placed one on Panchito’s shoulder seeing he was standing beside them. The group made a small circle, minus Lucy who took a step back and watched them with a smile.

Mugman stood beside Y/n and she looked at everyone. “Whatever happens out there..” Felix starts, when he started talking she turned her gaze and looked at him.

“All that matters is that you tried. You’ve done wonderful so far. And that’s all that matters.” Felix's words seemed like he was telling her, even if she didn’t make it to the final stage for being in the official Warrior Falls contest, it was okay because she still learned new things in the process. Like archery, and climbing trees and swimming with her breath held for long periods of time.

“Whatever happens. We’re still a family.” Felix smiles at everyone and Panchito smiles widely. “Ooooh, that is very nice! Please, don’t make me cry.” Panchito said dramatically. Y/n cracked a smile before nodding in agreement. The small speech gave her comfort.

“Yeah…”

Y/n fiddled with her bow, tightening the strings on it. She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, doing the best she could, the other contestee’s were getting ready, some seated under the shade away from the hot sun to speak with their peers. A few others speaking to their families were in the lower parts of the stand in the arena. There were people already pooling in for the first viewing of Warrior Falls. Not entirely a full house but it was far more than enough to have Y/n overwhelmed and thinking about what the actual day would look like.

Many people had their support, wishing them luck, giving them gifts to motivate them. Y/n’s eyes wandered over and landed on Stinks, who was looking up the stands where his family was started.

Stinks gazed up at his mother. She held a calculated expression as she looked down at her son. “That girl.” She starts. Stinks ears perked up and he raised his eyebrows, he immediately knew she was referring to Y/n.

“You know what to do.” She said, Stinks silently nodding his head. “Yes..” he muttered. The mother moved to place her attention on the toddler beside her who climbed to sit in the seat. The child smiled up at her mother before looking over to Stinks, in which she had to stand on the chair and peek over the railing to gaze down at him. “You got this Zazu!” She gives him a thumbs up. Stink’s gives a shirt and quickly smiles before looking back at her mother.

“Mother, I think that she’s not—“

“Hey, Stinks!”

Stinks turns around to see his friends calling out to him. They waved him down and Stinks removed himself from the wall and glanced back at his mother who nodded her head to dismiss him. Stinks sighed through his nose and turned to walk over to his friends, his eyes landed on Y/n, who was looking at him from over her shoulder. Stink furrowed his eyebrows and the two looked away from each other.

Y/n sighed and looked ahead and away from Stinks. She furrowed her eyebrows and shuffled on her feet. Placing the bow back around her.

“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.” Y/n whispered to herself. She walked over to the benches and sat down. The heat from the wooden bench warmed up her legs as she furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes looked over to see 5 judges standing over near the stands in a booth, they were speaking to Modi who stood in front of them listening to whatever they were saying.

They held papers in their hands, no doubt some Talley list. Y/n looks away and back to the ground, rubbing her hand to her forehead. She rested her elbows on her knees and sighed heavily. She had the urge to leave, to just walk away, the bubbling hot pot of anxiety was growing worse by the minute. But she didn’t move. She inhaled and rolled her shoulders before looking up.

The..pre contest had started, and Y/n sat on the benches along with the other contestants. Similar to some basketball players waiting to be called onto the court. There were 50 in all and the first round was archery. 10 targets, and all Y/n was thinking on was how badly she would screw up. For contestants who didn’t have a bow—they were given a temporary one for the meantime, it Atleast made Y/n feel good that she had one At Least. She sat lazily on the bench as her eyes watched 4 contestants walk up to the center of the arena. The number of people they picked to walk out to shoot the targets was random, but she couldn’t give a rats ass about the number, she was more so worried that her time was up as she saw the line of who went next get closer to her…and of course. She was at the end of the bench, meaning she went last.

The stands had so many people seated that Y/n got dizzy just gazing at them. Eyes everywhere watching and cheering for their loved ones on the ground to hit the target.

Y/n’s eyes flickered up to the balcony way across the area where she saw her friends.

Donald down at Y/n, his arms resting on the railing. “Geez. She does not look good out there.” Donald says.

“She has stage fright.” Bendy answered and Mugman grunted. “Oh yeah..I know how that feels.”

Panchito waves frantically at Y/n and smiles at her. From afar Y/n raised her hand and waved back at him.

Oswald was leaned back into his seat as his eyes were busy flickering between the contestee’s doing their rounds with archery. Some missing the bullseye and knocking off points. Some getting close to the target and some even missing entirely.

“YOU SUCK!” Cuphead shouts down at the contestant who fired their arrow but missed the entire target. The contestant looks up at the balcony where Cuphead shouted from. The contestee sighs and sulks before turning away and trudging back over to the benches. A whistle went off for them as well, signaling they were disqualified.

“What’s up with the whistle?” Meek asks. Lucy looks away from the game and glances at Meek. “It signals who’s disqualified from the contest, as stated this is the picking of the contestants.”

She points down to the judges in a booth examining the game. “They’re the ones watching and picking.”

“If she gets kicked out from this first game I think I might lose it.” Donald rubs his temple and Felix looks at him. “Donald..” Felix warns.

“What’s important is she’s trying.” Ruck states and Felix nods in agreement.

“Aww..my sweet querida looks like she needs a hug.” Panchito sulks as he frowns and looks down at Y/n.

“And when is she never stressing?” Donald chuckled.

“Is that the guy that was causin’ problems?” Cuphead squinted his eyes as he tried to get a better look at Stinks from afar. Stinks had got up from the benches as he was called out. He was 3 people down from Y/n. She was going to be up soon.

Stinks grabs his bow and walks out to the middle of the arena. The crowd chants and sings his name; ‘Zazu’

Stinks seemed to glance around the arena at everyone as he reached back and grabbed an arrow from his quiver.

Two other contestee’s joined as well. Those were the last two, but Y/n wasn’t called up.

“Why are they letting her go by herself?” Don grunts and Ruck squints his eyes. “Right..” he agreed.

Stinks had hit the target—clearly a bullseye. He did it with such an ease he didn’t even seem like he had to think about it. The other contestants had missed their target, and a whistle blew and the contestant sighed and walked back over to the bench. The other contestant shot the target—but inches away from the red bullseye, but still safe enough for them to stay in the contest.

The constructor motioned Stinks and the other contestee back to the benches, they both turned

and walked back and the constructor landed his eyes on Y/n and his hand motioned to the center of the arena. Some people were removing the last arrows for Y/n. The human blinks owlishly. “Shit..” her fingers felt cold as she felt every bit of knowledge on archery fly out the back door. Why the hell was she going by herself?

“A Vendolez!” One of the announcer's shouted and the crowd shouts and hollers in excitement.

“If you sit at the end of the bench, you’ll go last but you have the risk of finishing the round on your own.” Lucy sighs as she rested her elbow on her knee and placed her face in her hands. How the hell did she forget that one detail!

Felix’s ears flatten. “Okay..maybe on second thought she probably will panic..” he laughs nervously and Donald huffs.

“You think? Look at her!” Donald motioned to Y/n who was walking slowly to the center of the arena. Gripping onto her bow. She had one chance. Or else she was done…

Bendy sighs and closes his eyes in frustration and dissatisfaction before inhaling.

Y/n stared at the target in front of her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Shoot all 10 targets.” The man said before strolling back to give Y/n space. Her eyebrows raised before she looked ahead.

“Shit.” They both said in unison.

Y/n placed an arrow in the bow before aiming at the target. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her pointer finger sticking out to aim at the red dot. Everything became muffled in her ears. The cheering and clapping. The birds, the wind. She zoned in on the target and pulled the arrow back further.

Ruck and everyone in the booth watched Y/n in anticipation, this was either a win or lose moment. Y/n let’s out a shaky breath before releasing the arrow. It shot and hit the bullseye on the target!

“Yes!” Everyone in the booth shouts beside Ruck who lets out a sigh of relief through his nose. Y/n’s sweaty hands distracted her, but she didn’t let that interfere with her. Y/n slowly edged to the other target, reaching into her quicker and grabbing another bow. Loading it, pulling back and releasing, the arrow hits the bullseye yet again, the crowd was stunned—but exhilarated!

Y/n’s eyebrows twitched as she had them furrowed. She edged to the 3rd target. And reached into her quiver and repeated the action.

“¡ir! ¡ir! ¡eres un gran tirador de maravillas!” Panchito shouts proudly down to Y/n. His voice echoed.

Lucy claps, a bright smile on her face!

“Well ain’t that a bitch..” Ruck muttered in surprisement.

Y/n was reaching the last target after hitting the bullseye on the last 8. Some of the contestee’s stood up from their benches in shock. Some yelling in their tongue encouraging statements.

Y/n pulled back once more on the arrow, her breathing echoing in her head. Releasing it. The arrow shot to the target and embedded in the middle of it. A bullseye once more.

“YEAH!” Donald, Cuphead, Mugman and Panchito shouts in excitement—jumping from their seats. Bendy’s shoulders dropped from being tensed. A sigh escaped his mouth. Lucy stands up and claps her hands loudly. Felix smiled as well as Oswald.

Y/n lowered her arms and looked down the row of targets she hit, and glanced up at the balcony and looked at Ruck who was clapping his hands along with everyone. He was clapping for her. A smile appeared on his face as he raised a hand up. Two fingers pointing to his eyes and then at her. Y/n raised her hand, two fingers pointing to her eyes and then back at him.

The crowd chants Y/n’s name as and the conductor nodded at her to return to the benches. She walks back over to the bench, a small smile present in her face and not an ounce of fear in her body. Some of the contestee’s greeted her excitedly, frantically speaking to her she couldn’t even pay attention.

Stinks looks away from Y/n and back to the targets, he..was actually surprised to see what she did. 10 bullseye’s..his eyes landed on his father who was speaking to Modi over by the judges booth. When he met eyes with his son. His fathers eyes hardened, Stinks looks away and back over to the targets.

“Still time to kick the brat out.” Stinks looks over to the boy sitting beside him. He had his foot propped up on the bench with his bow hanging around his shoulder.

“Obstacle course. She failed it last time. She’ll fail again.” The boy chuckled. And the dog toon next to him laughs and nods.

“Right!” He laughs. Stinks leans back, his back against the wall as he sighs. “Don’t lose to her man.” Another contestee’s grumbled and Stinks sneers.

“Listen, shut up. Can I think for a fuckin’ second?” He grumbled. Clearly he wanted peace and quiet.

“I’ll get her..”

Y/n stared at the obstacle and..actually felt pretty good about it. With all the climbing she did yesterday, this obstacle was nothing but a playground in her eyes. This was the last round to see if she could make it into the contest, and she’d be damned if she lost. Only 7 other contestants made it..which was a large chunk chopped off, but. She was glad she was in the runner ups. The obstacle had targets they had to shoot with their arrow and that was the only thing she feared at the moment. As good as she might be shooting the bow stationed..she wasn’t so sure about doing it while running around everywhere.

Stinks walked past her and he didn’t even bid her a glance. Y/n blinks before she glanced over at the booth where the judges are, seated and waiting.

The constructor was at the end of the finish line. Where a flag was. The same exact flag she couldn’t get to before.

Standing at the line. Y/n blankly stared at the obstacle course. Don’t mess up..don’t mess up…don’t mess this up…

Was what she kept repeating in her head over and over again. The constructor raised a hand up in the air, he held a pistol, pulling the trigger, the pop of the bullet echoed, and the face started.

The contestee’s ran into the obstacle, going their own ways either, crawling, climbing or trudging through the mud.

Y/n ran over to the wall and her hands instantly found the dents in the wood for her to climb. She climbed the wall quicker than she did ever, it reminded her of like climbing the branches she had to do so many times. Her muscles were sore from all the training prior but that was the least of her concerns. The wooden plank was before her. She balanced herself across it as she took her bow and loaded her arrow, spotting a target a few feet away. She released the arrow and it hit the target. A bell rang in the air for her hit.

One of the judges added a point to her name. Which was right under Stink’s name. 6 points. Stinks already have 11.

Y/n crossed the plank and quickly placed her bow around her and hopped off the platform, holding on the nylon rope and swinging over to the other side of the platform, she jumped off the rope and landed onto her feet. She heard one of the contestee’s fall from behind her. A whistle shrieks in the air. They were disqualified.

The judge removes the name from the board. Leaving 6 people.

Y/n jumps down the ladder and vaults over a wooden barricade, removing her bow from her she quickly loads it and hits the next target that was a few inches from her.

Felix’s ears perked up when he spotted one of the contestee’s near the human. Y/n in which turns around to see the contestant and moves away from their swing. Y/n quickly rushes away and climbs up a ladder to get to the next platform, when she made it to its surface she saw she had to hop across the gaps—which reminded her of when she was hopping trees yesterday. She hops over the gaps and huffs.

“Ouch!” Two contestee’s ran into each other and fell off the platform and into the mud. The whistle blows twice disqualifying them.

“Come on!” Donald shouts down at Y/n. Mugman frantically shook Donald’s shoulders. “Stop! Don’t distract her!”

Y/n hops over another gap and lands to the other side. The sound of whistles blowing in her ears would have distracted her, but she didn’t take a moment to look back, her foot hops over to a thin pole like platform, big enough for only one foot to stand on. She hops to the other small pole, her arms slightly up as she balances herself to hopping from one pole to the other, if she fell into the mud, it was over with.

“Come on kid..” Ruck whispered to himself as he watched her. “Damn..” Cuphead gazed at her. Mugman rolled his eyes at his brother's dazed expression. Bendy had leaned forward to silently watch Y/n hop to each platform. Felix had his arms behind his back as she anxiously watched her.

Y/n hops onto the wooden platform and takes her bow out before shooting yet another target. They were exactly bullseyes but it was still her hitting the target. She smiled as she saw the end. She hops down from the platform and back onto the ground. Placing the bow back around her as she ran to the flag only a few meters away. This was it!

But she felt someone collide into her. Arms wrapping around her as they tackled her to the ground. Y/n lost her footing and the two went tumbling down to the ground. Y/n’s heart felt like it leapt into her throat. Fear spiked within her. The sounds of the outside world went blank to her. Her eyes clenched closed as she felt like everything had paused and went slow. She slowly fell onto the ground.

Y/n’s chest tightened. Like her body knew exactly what frightened her. She could feel her heart thumping in her ears, shaking her ribcage. Her hands started to sweat as her body went cold. Y/n rolled on the ground, the dirt under her had hardened into what felt like cold concrete. Y/n groans, from her lack of breathing and from the impact from the ground. The cheering echoed in her eyes like a far distance.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes and looked ahead, getting in her hands and knees. Stinks back was turned from her, he was picking himself up from the ground. But as her eyes zoned in on him, her heartbeat picked up. And she lets out a wheezing noise like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t. Stinks heard the noise she made and turned around to look at her—his motion was slow, Y/n slowly blinked. And standing in front of her. Was what she didn’t know she feared the most until it stood right there. Pib.

Y/n let out an uncomfortable groan as she jumps back.

The sound of a cars honking echoed in her head. But there was none in sight. She knew she was still on the course but her body thought otherwise. Pib turned to look at Y/n.

Y/n’s chest heaved up and down frantically, a hand reaching up to grip at her chest, a loud wheezing sound escaped her mouth. Her eyes blurred as tears formed in her eyes.

The sound of her heavy breathing soon turned into her hyperventilating, unsteady frantic breathing. Her body felt frightened. How was she here?

Y/n struggled to stand herself up, her legs felt weak, like a baby deer learning to walk. A snivel escapes Y/n’s mouth as she takes a step back, away from the finish line.

A tear falls from her face. Pib’s head only moved to follow her movement. But didn’t move to walk towards her, it was almost uncanny. How still it was.

Y/n tried to breathe, but it didn’t matter how much she tried to inhale it seemed like something blocked her from breathing. Her hands clamped at her chest, she never felt her heartbeat so quick in her life, sure she had moments she was afraid, but she never felt her heart beat like that before.

Hands grasp onto her shoulders, and she quickly shouts and whips around. Stumbling, her frantically breathing was heavy.

“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?” It was Felix. Y/n rapidly blinked when she saw him. The world becoming brighter as it seemed to shade down before. She quickly latched onto him.

“It—she was—i was—I—she—she was right there!” Her words were chopped from her heavy breathing, sniffing her throat felt right, her body tried to breathe, she sounded like a child who cried to themselves so much they would stammer to their parents as they cried trying to explain something. Breaking the rhythm of their breathing.

Lucy quickly rushes over and stands in front of the two. “What’s wrong?!” She asks. As the others had quickly walked over as well.

Stinks held the flag in his head as he stood at the finish line. He won the course, the good thing was Y/n wasn’t disqualified seeing she didn’t touch the mud at all.

Bendy quickly placed a hand on Y/n’s back and looked at her. She closed her eyes and was panting frantically.

“Give her some space! Don’t crowd her.” Ruck quickly tells everyone.

“Is she okay?!” Mugman quickly asks. Felix gently rubbed Y/n’s back when Bendy had pulled away to look at the judges. Her name wasn’t removed from the chart..she was still in the game.

“Hey..it’s okay..no one’s here—“ Felix was caught off by Y/n pulling away from him. “No! I saw her!” She shouts, she accidentally bumped into Oswald who was behind her. He cautiously placed a hand on her arm. “It’s okay Y/n..”

“You need to breathe..” Oswald says. She turns and looks at him and her frustrated expression softened, her chest heaving up and down as she stared at him. Her heart was still beating quickly, but not nearly as fast. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “Let’s just head back, she needs to sit down.” Oswald says and Felix nods.

Y/n laid in the bed, her eyes glued onto the wall. Not a single sound from her the entire time. Lucy sat on the couch next to Bendy—his eyes were glued on Y/n’s back.

“She seems upset..” Lucy frowns. Cuphead grunts. “I would be too if some bastard tackled me to the ground.” He said and Mugman furrowed his eyebrows.

“That's not the point you nut. She had a panic attack.” Mugman swats Cuphead’s arm and he rolls his eyes.

“Keep her in the bed for the rest of the day.” Donald says and Panchito sighs. “Fellas, please. Let us not talk about her..she does not seem too happy right now.” He says. And Felix nods.

“Panchito’s right..just..give her space.” Felix tells. Ruck, Meek and Don were seated on the couch as well, though they had yet to say anything.

“What happened to her?” Lucy asks slowly—in hopes the group had a thought on what triggered Y/n’s frantic mind.

“Clearly something she doesn't like.” Donald replied—he himself couldn’t latch onto what made Y/n so upset, it could have been something before she met them—or during their small journey.

The sound of the door opening caught the attention of everyone—besides Y/n. A guard walks into the room, his eyes landing on the group.

“Ms. Y/n is qualified for Warrior Falls.”

#toon quest #bendyxreader #cuphead x reader #bendy and the ink machine #oswald the lucky rabbit #felix the cat x reader #panchito pistoles #animaniacs x reader

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Proud Immortal Demon Way | Chapter 1/?

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Rating: M (May change)

Warnings : Graphic Depictions of Violence (May change)

Catagory: Multi

Tags: Original Luò Bīnghé, Luo Binghe's Adoptive Mother, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Luo Binghe, an orphan, has been abandoned time and time again throughout his life. Everyone seems to hate him, but he drags on through life. One day, he joins the number one cultivation sect in the world, Cang Qiong Mountain. Even there, his teacher and peers relentlessly bully him. Will Luo Binghe enact revenge, or will he be doomed to sit below others forever?

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On the coldest day that year, a small infant was swaddled with white cloth, tucked into a wicker basket, and lowered into the Luo river. The river was almost frozen, thin layers of ice dotting the surface. The basket drifted down the river, the newborn not even a day old. Luckily, a few old fishermen found the kid. They swiftly plucked him out of the water, afraid he would die.

Since the baby had been found on the frozen river Luo, they named him Luo Binghe. The three men took care of him for a few years, filling in the role of parents. They sacrificed their own well being to raise him. Sadly, because they always worried about Luo Binghe’s health, they neglected their own. They passed away slowly, one after the other. This child, barely four years old, was forced to fend for himself on the streets. He could barely speak, only able to put simple sentences together, yet he had to sweet talk vendors into giving him food.

He spent two years learning how to steal and run, fight and defend. Both humans and dogs were out to get him. It was a miracle he wasn’t killed. He rarely slept nicely, having to keep one eye open at all times. He slept anywhere he could, as long as nothing would get to him. When things did get to him, he ran. He spent most of his early years running. But one day, he found a place to stop.

Luo Binghe awoke to something – someone – walking near him. He jolted upright, ready to fight. There was no way to run, they were blocking the exit out of the alley. He chose to sleep near the trash of a rich household so no one would see him – clearly he was wrong.

“Shh! No need to worry!” A soft voice drifted towards his ears. He lowered his hands, letting them fall to his sides. The speaker wasn’t another kid, but their voice wasn’t rough. “They’ll get mad if they catch you. Come with me.”

Luo Binghe cautiously followed this strange figure. They didn’t harm him on sight, so there might be some hope. Sadly, he was used to others wanting to kill him. He was the smallest of the kids, so they decided having him around would only drain resources. He had been beaten every day for simply being in their line of sight. The adults always turned a blind eye, why would they bother paying attention to the little brats fighting over food? As long as they didn’t get in the way, it wasn’t an issue.

Luo Binghe paused. “Jiejie, where are we?” They stood in front of a sad looking house. Scratch that, a shack. Its roof was caving in, and one of the windows was missing a panel. She smiled, and continued to walk towards her house.

“Sit, sit” She beckoned for Luo Binghe to sit on one of the small cushions. She then started heating water on the stove. “I’ve seen you around frequently. Do you not have a home to go to?”

Luo Binghe shook his head. “No”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dead”

“Any relatives?”

“No”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Three days ago”

“Have you had any water today?”

“Mn”

“Where did you get it from?” “I stole it from Wu Ming”

The woman sighed, but not at Luo Binghe. She sighed at the world. “Would you like some tea?” “Yes please” When the cup was placed in his hands, Luo Binghe looked at the woman as though she was a god. A gift from heaven. His guardian angel. “Thank you…”

“Wang Xiyan”

“Thank you Wang-jiejie'' He sipped from the cup slowly, and a slightly bitter liquid filled his mouth. It wasn’t something everyone would like, but Luo Binghe quite liked it. He also made a note to repay her later. He was determined to repay every person who showed him kindness, no matter how small the gesture. He was sure that they all deserved everything, since there weren’t many kind ones out there.

Once he finished his tea, Luo Binghe stood up. He bowed, and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?”

Luo Binghe spun around, surprised at being addressed. “I was going to leave.”

“Oh! There's no need for that. You may stay if you would like.”

Luo Binghe stared at her. She smiled nervously, afraid that her sudden offer had scared him. “Uh, I can’t provide much for you, I’m a low level servant. However, I could give you a more stable source of food and water, as well as this small home to live in.”

Luo Binghe was shocked. He couldn’t remember a single time someone had cared for him. He slowly nodded, quietly saying, “Thank you…” over and over. He didn’t notice, but small tears had begun to leak from the corner of his eyes. Wang Xiyan walked over, using a small bit of cloth to wipe the moisture from his face.

Luo Binghe had found a place to stay. Someone to care for him. A place where he could be a kid, not having to worry about surviving. He could sleep with both eyes closed. He wouldn’t need to attack anyone that came close to him. He could relax. He was safe. He was safe. He was safe…

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All the Quiet Nights You Bear: Chapter 22

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: General Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Yasmin Khan/Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Yasmin Khan, Past Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Rose Tyler, Najia Khan, Hakim Khan, Sonya Khan, Dan Lewis, Jack Harkness, Ryan Sinclair Series: And We’re Not Out of the Tunnel Word Count (Chapter): 1,739 Other Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Emotional, Disabled Character, Chronic Illness, Bad Wolf Rose, COVID-19, Self-Quarantine, Domestic, Autistic Characters, Polyamory, OT3, Slow Burn, Disability Read on AO3 / Read in order

Summary: Rose Tyler-Noble jumps out of her parallel universe, leaving her husband and family behind in the hopes that being back in the right universe will improve her well-being.

Yasmin Khan is out for lunch with the Doctor when she sees a blonde woman sitting on the sidewalk, crying.

The Doctor, Yaz, and Rose travel back to Sheffield to see Yaz’s family, but they have to leave the TARDIS so it can reset, and when they come back, it’s gone. The police have confiscated it, and they want to see proof of ownership before they give it back. And the Doctor left her psychic paper on board. And they’ve landed in March of 2020, just before everything shuts down.

Stranded in Sheffield, they have no choice but to get a flat and quarantine together. Which, when you have three emotionally volatile people who care for each other more than they’re willing to admit, can be complicated.

(Sequel to And Still I Will Live Here, but hopefully readable out of context. Updating on Saturdays and Wednesdays.)

NOTES: posting late because i actually did things today <3 everyone be proud of me <3

Yaz wakes up to the sound of her phone vibrating on Rose’s nightstand. She twists her body, awkwardly reaching to check the screen: it’s her mum. She sighs. She’d better answer it. A glance at Rose tells her she’d better take it out in the living room: Rose is still asleep. Yaz slowly extricates herself from Rose’s arms, already missing the warmth, and lifts the phone to her ear as she slips out the door.

“What?” she asks, not bothering to hide her yawn.

“Yasmin Khan,” her mum says. Her voice is brittle, about to snap. “You full well know what.”

“Mum, I just woke up. Tell me what you’re on about, or I’m going back to bed.” Yaz’s tone is hard. She really, really is not ready for this conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got stranded in the 20th century?” her mum demands. “How long were you even there? Months? Years?”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” Yaz says. She’s to the bottom of the stairs now, pushing her way outside. It’s a little warmer than yesterday, but not by much. Still, the crisp air feels fresh on her face. It wakes her up a little.

“So how long was it?”

Yaz cringes. It’s too late to evade: her mum knows too much.“Erm— three and a half years?”

“Yasmin Khan!” her mum says again. “Three and a half years and you didn’t tell me?”

“You know I’m out of sync with you already,” Yaz says uncomfortably.

“That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

Yaz leans against the wall next to the door. “Yeah, well, I came back, didn’t I?”

“I don’t like this time travel business,” her mum says. “I feel like I’m missing your whole life.”

“Look, Mum, I’m sorry.” Yaz sighs. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You thought you could suddenly jump to being twenty-six and I wouldn’t notice?”

Yaz grimaces. “Sort of?”

“Yaz.” Her mum’s voice is stern. “You should’ve told me.”

“Yeah,” Yaz admits, her resolve caving in. “I should’ve.”

“What even happened?”

“Doctor and I got separated. I had to find a way back to her. Wasn’t easy. Took a few years. Was looking for some other stuff along the way.” Yaz stares out at the city street. It’s nearly empty, this time of day. “Traveled the world.”

Her mum sighs, a painful, loving sigh. “Yaz, I wish I could’ve seen you grow.”

“I know.” Yaz’s voice breaks. “You know I would’ve come back sooner if I’d been able, right?”

“This is why I worry.” Her mum’s voice is quiet now, almost gentle— but not quite. “I know you come back when you can, Yaz. But what happens when you can’t? What do we miss? You’re my daughter. I want to see you all grown up. I want to know what you’re like when you’re traveling.”

With a laugh, Yaz says, “Well, maybe when we get the TARDIS back we can take you along.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” There’s a long pause. “I don’t want you to come back in a year old enough to be my sister.” Another pause. “I know how it works, Yaz. I know when you have kids, they grow up and leave you. But usually when they leave, they stay on the same planet. This, from you— it feels extreme.”

“I love it, Mum,” Yaz says fervently. “Seriously. It doesn’t feel extreme. It feels right.”

“I know.” Her mum sounds tired. “And I’m glad you’ve found something you love. And you’ve been good about coming back to visit. Just— don’t get lost in the clouds, all right? Come home once in a while. Keep some part of yourself on Earth. It’s good for you, you know, to have a place that’s always home. I don’t trust all this traveling business.”

“All right, Mum.” Yaz stretches, still staring out at the city around her. She is glad to be back in Sheffield for a little bit, even though she hates staying still. “Don’t worry. This’ll always be my home. No matter what.”

“If you say so.” Her mum sighs. “Come round sometime, all right? We’ll meet up outside or something. That’s safe enough, right?”

“I don’t know,” Yaz says honestly. She hasn’t been keeping up with news of the virus— she has the feeling that when she does, she’ll be seized with fear, and she’s had enough going on with Rose and the Doctor that she doesn’t really want to add that to her plate. “Suppose so.”

“Do you have face masks?” her mum adds. “I swear, your dad’s the reason they’re out of stock on Amazon. I’ll send some over, if you want.”

“No, we don’t have any,” Yaz says.

“I’ll send them next time I get the chance, then.” There’s another pause. “How’s the flat?”

“It’s all right,” Yaz says. “All right” is such an inadequate term for the whole situation, but Yaz doesn’t really feel like explaining her weird, complicated crush on the Doctor and her surprisingly uncomplicated, surprisingly close relationship with the Doctor’s ex. She definitely doesn’t want to say anything that will validate Sonya’s notion that she has a type. “The Doctor’s going mad, cooped up in one place.”

“She doesn’t seem the type to settle down.”

“Definitely not.”

They talk for a little longer. Yaz commiserates with her mum over having to live through a global crisis with her dad, who somehow manages to be both the kindest and most paranoid person Yaz has ever met, and her mum asks a barrage of questions that mostly boil down to, “Are you eating enough?”

Finally, Yaz says, “Mum, I took care of myself and two others for three and a half years, fifty years before the microwave was invented. I’m pretty sure I’ll survive this.” It’s the Doctor they should be worried about, but she doesn’t say that to her mum.

“All right. I suppose I’d better let you go about your day. Stay safe, all right?”

“You too.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Yaz hangs up the phone. She leans back against the wall again, letting out a long breath. It hovers in the suddenly-quiet air.

And then Yaz pushes away from the wall and steps back into the building. It’s much warmer inside, and the contrast in temperature makes her realize how cold her hands got while she was talking. She hugs herself, trying to warm up, and goes into the kitchen, where she pours a bowl of cereal before heading back into the room she shares with Rose.

Rose is just sitting up, her hair all over her face, blinking at Yaz. “What time is it?”

“Eight,” Yaz says. “Sorry, my mum called. Didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Thanks.” Rose leans back against the wall. “How’s your mum?”

“Worried about me,” Yaz says.

“Yeah,” Rose says, half a smile on her face. “Mums are like that.”

Yaz sits next to Rose, leaning into her. Rose wraps an arm around her waist, and Yaz lets her arm fall across Rose’s shoulders. “I don’t fault her for it,” she says, staring at the wall in front of her. “She’s right to be worried.”

“Yeah.” Rose draws Yaz closer. “You’re lucky you have her.”

“I know.” Yaz sighs. She lets her head fall on Rose’s shoulder. “I feel bad for worrying her like that.”

“You can’t help your lifestyle,” Rose says. “I mean, I suppose you can, but really it’s not that simple, is it?”

Yaz tries to imagine walking away from her life right now, walking away from the Doctor, the TARDIS, the past and the future and every other planet in the universe. She can’t fathom it.

“No,” she says. “It’s not.”

“Not now you know what’s out there.” Rose’s voice has a faraway sound.

“Is this what it was like for you?” Yaz asks. “When you were with the Doctor? The first time, I mean.”

“Yeah.” There’s a long enough pause that Yaz thinks Rose won’t elaborate, but then she says, “I told you about the conversation I had with my mum, right? Where she said she was worried I’d change into something else, something other than human. She was right, I suppose. I did change. Already had, by the time we had that conversation.” She pauses again. “I don’t regret anything I did with the Doctor. But I also wasn’t ready for the consequences.” Her voice grows quiet. “And— I miss my mum. She didn’t deserve to lose me.”

“Yeah.” Yaz thinks about all the times she wished she had her family with her back in the 1900’s. Her relationship to them is complicated, but still, they keep her stable— without them, she feels unmoored, separate, totally detached from a vital part of herself. They put her in context. She’s lucky, too, to have a family that loves her, even when they drive her mad. Even when she chooses to spend most of her time lightyears away from them. “I’m sorry.”

Rose lets her head rest against Yaz’s. “Yeah. Me too.”

They sit like that for a long time, quiet, each lost in their own separate thoughts. Until finally Rose says, “Did you see the Doctor?”

“No,” Yaz says. “Hope she’s all right. I’m not sure she’s eaten anything.”

“We should check on her,” Rose suggests. “Maybe bring in some food.”

“Yeah.” Reluctantly, Yaz eases herself out of bed. “Not really sure how to cook for her, if I’m being honest. She goes between eating like a kid and eating like someone without any taste buds.”

“Right, well, we were kids once, weren’t we?” Rose asks. “We’ll work it out. What did she buy for herself?”

“I think she’s got some chicken nuggets in the freezer.” Yaz shrugs. “Suppose we could stick those in the microwave.”

She moves into the kitchen, Rose following more slowly behind. It only takes a few minutes to heat up the chicken nuggets. Yaz adds some baby carrots on the side, more out of a vague feeling of obligation to at least pretend the Doctor’s getting nutrients than out of any hope that the Doctor will actually eat them, and she drops food and water into the bowls set out for Ruby, even though the cat is nowhere to be found. And then she and Rose are standing outside the door of the Doctor’s room, Yaz’s hand poised to knock, chicken nuggets and tea at the ready.

#all the quiet nights you bear #and we're not out of the tunnel #thirteenth doctor #rose tyler #yasmin khan #thirteen x yaz x rose #thirteenrose #thirteen x rose #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #chaptered #fanfiction #doctor who #my fic

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jakeysangel · 2 years

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road head with steve rogers.

warnings- smut, oral (m receiving), face fucking, daddy kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia and praise. 18+ MINORS DNI

pairings- steve rogers x reader

word count- 1.2k

authors note- so this is the first piece of smut I've written in a while so apologies if it isn't great! once again going to tag @nsfwsebbie as she was the person who motivated me to finally finish this! thank you so much sab! ilysm bby! i hope you all enjoy this, I'm rather proud of it!

Steve prided himself on being an excellent driver, one of the first things he did after coming out of the ice was getting his license. Everyone he knew would say that he was an amazing driver, but today something was off.

If Steve had to pinpoint what exactly was off, he would've said that it was your soft hands running over his jean clad thigh. “Pretty please daddy… I've been so good for you” you whined in his ear. Steve's jaw clenched as did his grip on the steering wheel.

“You're playing a dangerous game, princess.” Steve muttered through clenched teeth. You didn't bother responding to him, you knew you were teasing him, and who could blame you. Steve had refused to fuck you before you two left, claiming he didn't have time since it was a long journey and you were already running late.

When Steve refused to acknowledge your wandering hands any more you took your teasing to a new level. With clumsy fingers you undid your seatbelt and leaned over the center console to paw at him further. Your soft fingers running over the growing bulge and you whining quietly in his ear. “Please, daddy… I need you so badly.” you practically moaned into his ear.

Steve stepped on the gas pedal a little more, trying to distract himself from your ever wandering hands, trying to ignore how badly he wanted to pull the car over and fuck you the way he wants to… the way he needs to. “Princess…” Steve let out a quiet sigh, “You know there's nothing more i want than to fuck you right here but we're on a tight schedule.” Steve tried to reason with you, once again through clenched teeth.

It was then you slowed your movements and smirked, “Who said you had to fuck me, daddy?” you countered whilst your hands moved to undo his belt. Steve's eyes went wide and quickly looked down to confirm what you were about to do, quickly snapping his eyes back to the road and pushing the gas pedal down a bit more.

Steve was just about to chastise you for being so reckless but his words got caught in his throat as you soft hand wrapped around his shaft, a giggle ringing in his ears as you got what you wanted. Steve's jaw ticked once again as your hand meticulously moved up and down his cock. “Eyes on the road, daddy. We're on a tight schedule, remember?” you teased again, Steve's words coming back to haunt him.

Without warning you leaned over and spat on his fat tip, letting your saliva drip down his shaft. Steve let out a groan, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. You placed soft kisses against his neck and behind his ear, never slowing the movement of your hand.

You shifted in your seat once again, temporarily stopping the movement of your hand to lean further over the middle. You licked your lips and Steve braced himself for what was coming, trying his best to focus on the road. You braced your hands on his thighs before lowering your head and giving a gentle kitten lick to the tip of his cock. Steve let out a low groan as you continued to lick the length of his shaft, tracing every inch and vein with the tip of your tongue.

You kept this up for a while before Steve grew impatient, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand and forcing you to finally take all of him in your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, the feeling only making Steve moan louder. You could feel tears form in the corner of your eyes as Steve held you at the base of his cock. “That's it, princess… so good for your daddy, taking me so well.” Steve mumbled out, utterly obsessed with the feeling of your throat closing around him.

The hairs at the base of Steve's cock tickled the tip of your nose as you struggled for breath. He took pity on you for a moment, loosening his grip on your hair and pulling you up for air. Steve smirked when he took his eyes off the road to look at you, “awe princess… why’re you cryin’? Thought this is what you wanted.” he taunted as fat tears rolled down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen. Steve placed a quick kiss on your lips before forcing you back down onto his cock. This time you moaned, the salty tang of his pre-cum taking over your tongue. You eagerly sucked on his cock like your life depended on it.

Steve moaned, squeezing the wheel again. If he were to squeeze the wheel any harder it would shatter under his grip. The car swerved for a moment as Steve let himself feel the full pleasure you were giving him, quickly straightening the wheel again and trying to stay focused, you weren't making this easy on him. Steve's hand now gently rested on the back of your head, allowing you to bob your head up and down his shaft, letting your tongue explore every curve and ridge.

You let your hand drop down enough to play with his heavy balls whilst you still eagerly lapped at his thick cock. Steve was willing to bet money on the fact that if he were to lean over and reach his hand into your underwear, you'd be dripping. And he'd be right, you were absolutely drenched and he hadn't even touched you yet.

“Fuck, princess. Doin’ so good for your daddy.” Steve moaned out, gripping the back of your hair once again. You moaned around him at the praise, the vibrations causing him immense pleasure. Steve bucked up into your mouth and you gagged around him again. This time he didn't show mercy, he bucked into your mouth again, loving the sound of you gagging around him. He let out a loud moan at the feeling of your throat fighting his size, ignoring it and fucking into your mouth anyways.

Tears streamed down your face as Steve fucked your face. His grip tightening on the wheel and your hair, “Fuck, princess. I'm so close. Doin’ so good for me, my good girl.” Steve moaned as the pace of his hips became sloppy, he was close. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into the back of your throat with a roar.

You stay at the base of his cock for a little while longer, waiting for the hot spurts of his come to finish. You slowly pulled off of his cock, sitting up straight and swallowing his seed. You smiled at him, “Thank you daddy” he ignored you, focusing on the road once again.

You pouted until you felt the car come to a stop. Steve turned off the engine before turning to you with an angered look on his face. “If you're not bent over the front of the car in the next thirty seconds princess you're going to be in even worse trouble.” you stared at him with wide eyes until he started counting. “One.” You quickly fumbled out of your door and bent over the front of the car, waiting for him to follow.

“Fuck the tight schedule.” he murmured to himself before getting out of the car. You were in for it now.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers #abi writes

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tsvkishma · 3 years

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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My Friend’s Father (Part Five)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,848

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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YOUR POV

Two weeks had passed since you visited your friend Denise in Dublin and it was time for the annual Galway Arts Festival.

Denise had been working on a photography project for the past year and had been nominated for a student award in Galway as part of which ten of her photographs were being displayed during the Arts Festival.

Whilst, as you had expected, Cillian didn’t contact you, you knew that he would be there to support his daughter. Being an artist himself, he was very proud of her and her work and he supported her projects not only mentally but also financially with the caveat that she would finish her degree at Trinity College.

Unlike him, he didn’t want her to drop out of university even though she hated it and you certainly understood his reasoning.

Contrary to Denise, you had no creative bone in your body. You enjoyed art and theatre, but weren’t an artist or performer yourself. Instead, you were an A Grade Law Student who had become rather bored in Galway and had recently applied for a scholarship to Oxford University.

Reading was your passion and you had always been known as a geek. In school, you were the girl that no one liked, nerdy, not interested in fashion or social media and wearing braces, which, luckily, had been removed three years ago.

You were shy and it was only for Denise that you came out of your shell. She was popular in school, mostly due to her name, but also because she was generally confident and, over the years, she helped you gain confidence especially after you had left high school.

But, today, you knew you would be questioning your gained confidence once again since, first of all, you would be seeing Cillian again and the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about him in an intimate way and, secondly, you were featured completely naked on some of Denise’s photographs.

Whilst the photographs were artistic and not sexual in any way and your most intimate part wasn’t visible on them, it bothered you knowing that people you disliked would see you so vulnerable and you couldn’t remember why you had agreed to being photographed like that.

The other woman who Denise chose to photograph was Amalie. She was 23 and had been Denise’s friend for a while as well but, unlike you, she began modelling professionally when she was just 16. You all went to the same private school together and, clearly, her lifestyle had been largely financed by her parents. She always wore expensive clothes and had no interest in pursuing a career other than modelling, which barely sustained her lifestyle considering the few small jobs she got.

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Just as you served your last cup of coffee to an elderly lady sitting in the corner of the café you were working at, you saw Denise, Amalie and two other friends of Denise walk in.

‘Hey guys, take a seat. I will be right with you. I am just about to finish my shift’ you said as you hung up your apron.

‘Please tell me you will get changed before the Gallery opening tonight?’ Amalie asked somewhat weirdly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sat down at the table with her, Denise and the others before ordering some coffees for yourselves.

‘No, I thought I would go like this’ you said sarcastically, looking down at your coffee-stained clothes.

‘I bought a dress for tonight’ you then said, after Amalie didn’t seem to sense your sarcasm.

‘Right’ she then said as she flicked through Instagram and you simply looked at Denise who shrug her shoulders.

‘What are you looking for?’ you asked curiously as her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone.

‘She is looking to find more photos of my dad and Laura Jennings’ Denise said, rolling her eyes.

‘Laura Jennings, as in the actress?’ you asked, causing Amalie to nod.

‘Yes, apparently they have been dating’ Amalie then confirmed, causing you to swallow harshly. You knew that you shouldn’t care but you couldn’t help it. Knowing that Cillian was seeing someone made you feel ill.

‘And you care about that why?’ you then asked Amalie after an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine.

‘Apparently, just like you, Amalie thinks my dad is a DILF’ Denise huffed out before telling you how disgusting you all were.

‘Well, he is though…he is super hot’ Amalie then joked before carrying on. ‘And I don’t understand how you don’t know about Laura Jennings and whether this is true or not. You need to find out’ Amalie then said but Denise simply shook her head.

‘My father doesn’t share this sort of stuff with me and I certainly don’t want to know about his sex life, thank you very much. In so far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have sex, ever…yuck! Also, I would appreciate if you could not talk about my dad anymore, please. It grosses me out’ Denise said and you knew that, all of this had become a common occurrence ever since the day the first episode of Peaky Blinders aired on BBC, a show which Denise refuses to watch herself because of the heavy sexual content and a show which you, only a week ago, had begun to binge watch.

Cillian’s POV

When Cillian walked into the basement after you had left, he immediately saw the small folded up note you had left him but, reading it, made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He was torn about what to do with it and certainly knew that he should ignore it. He couldn’t see you again even if he wanted to.

The fact that you were 23 years younger than him and that you were his daughter’s best friend made it all wrong and highly inappropriate and he didn’t know what had gotten into him in the first place when he gave into you.

He had never felt attracted towards you in any sort of way until that last visit which was the first time had seen you since you and your family had moved away.

You changed in many ways and he wasn’t sure what it was that he liked about you. But what he knew was that it was more than just sexual attraction, which was usually something he knew how to supress.

With that in mind, he placed your note into his wallet and decided to ignore it for now. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it out.

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With his bags packed it was time for him to return to Manchester and resume filming of the final season of Peaky Blinders.

The first week of filming went well and Cillian decided to spend the weekend with his friend, fellow actress Laura Jennings. Cillian and her had developed a friend with benefits sort of relationship. No strings attached and no feelings involved. After his divorce from Denise’s mother, he wasn’t ready for anything else and Laura would certainly not have been the type of woman he would have wanted a relationship with in the first place.

Unlike him, she wasn’t press shy and, whilst they kept their arrangement a secret as best as they could, she was otherwise quite active on social media.

Cillian, on the other hand, only maintained a private Instagram account with the sole purpose of being able to check on his children. Whilst they were adults, he was still worried about them, especially Denise who had recently gotten herself in a lot of trouble after distancing herself from this Jeremy boy.

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‘Another wine?’ Laura asked as Cillian was relaxing on top of the doonas, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, after they had spent the last hour doing exactly what friends with benefits would do after not having seen each other for over two weeks due to busy filming schedules.

‘Yes please…thanks’ he responded as he reached for his phone after a notification had popped up.

It was his daughter Denise who had posted on Instagram and, since she hadn’t posted for a while, he decided to check it out, hoping that she wasn’t with Jeremy again.

To his surprise, three new pictures of Denise and her friends showed up when he opened the APP and, one of them, there was you.

In the picture, you were wearing accompanied by a man in his late twenties, wearing a suit while you were wearing a dark blue dress and he couldn’t help but wonder who the man by your side was.

You looked simply stunning, with your hair long and open and your shoulders exposed. You were wearing only a little bit of make up and showed your beautiful smile.

‘There you go Mr Murphy’ Laura then said as she returned to the bedroom with another glass of wine, pulling Cillian’s phone out of his hand and climbing on top of him.

‘Round Two?’ she then asked eagerly as she reached for another condom, but Cillian’s thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

‘Maybe tomorrow, I am tired. It has been a long week, sorry’ he explained, causing Laura to pout with disappointment.

But the second round never eventuated as Cillian left Laura’s house the following morning to drive back to Manchester to resume filming.

On his way back to Manchester, he called his daughter Denise to check on her and while he did, he enquired about your companion on the Instagram posts.

‘Why do you want to know?’ Denise asked somewhat confused but Cillian played it cool.

‘He looks familiar, that’s all. Didn’t he go to your school?’ he then asked, playing dumb.

‘Oh god no, he is 29. His name is Connor and he is an accountant. Y/N wouldn’t date anyone our age. You know she isn’t a normal 21-year-old’ Denise joked, referring to your nerdiness and intellect.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian chuckled before asking another question about the stranger on the picture. ‘So, they are dating?’ he asked.

‘I think they went on two or three dates or something. Why do you care?’ Denise asked.

‘No reason. I was just wondering’ Cillian confirmed before changing the topic.

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vandysgf · 3 years

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mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

words: 889

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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You Aren’t Somebody? (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2647

Summary: Bucky knows that the reader has struggled with an eating disorder before, but thought they were doing better. Little does he know, they had just gotten better at hiding it. Until one night, he catches her doing something she had promised she had stopped

Warnings: eating disorder, purging, angst, fluff

Tags @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @barnesplums @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @thundering-barnes

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A/N: It’s finals week and I am running on energy drinks, reading fanfiction, and longgggg hot showers. But the semester is almost over, and then I have no obligations aside from my hobbies. I see the requests and I’m working on them I promise! I have a list of all the requests that I get, and I am working through them I PROMISE!!! Thank you all for all of your support.

A/N 2: This deals with heavy and dark themes of mental illness. The specific warnings are above. If you feel that in any way reading this will be harmful to your mental health and your journey, PLEASE skip it. I write from my own experience and I know what I would’ve wanted to hear in these situations, and writing/reading fics helps me feel comforted. This fic is based on one experience more specifically than most of my fics, so I apologize if it’s not exactly the same as your experience. This is what I would’ve wanted to hear. If you need or want someone to talk to, vent to, or get advice from, feel free to message me, really. I’m here! <3

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Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his.

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky.”

He looked you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes were puffy, and your face was red, voice raspy. He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

“You promised.”

You closed your eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you had promised. But that was because you never thought you’d see the day when you were purging again. You thought you had gotten over it. You really thought that this time you wouldn’t slip up.

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You had been struggling with an eating disorder for a while. The cause, you weren’t quite sure. An innocent diet soon turned into a competition for yourself, but the end goal was never there. At first you had thought it was just about the weight and how you looked, but then you found that some of your behavior patterns were tied to your emotional ones.

Stress was the major trigger, you had come to learn.

Whether it was a mission gone wrong, you getting injured, someone else getting injured, or even just basic social interactions you thought could’ve gone better, you found yourself inclined to comfort yourself with food.

Until you panicked, which would lead you to the bathroom with music blaring and water running to cover up the noises of your retching.

You hated it, and every time you told yourself it was the last time. But the more you did it, the more you felt the urge to do it. At first it was triggered by large stressors, but now smaller things could trigger you to want to throw up. You tried to keep it hidden, unaware of the true reasons for why you did it. You were able to help yourself sometimes, it wasn’t worth bringing anyone else into.

You couldn’t explain it to yourself, so how were you supposed to explain it to anybody?

The best way that you had figured out how to describe it was that whenever you felt a negative emotion, you could soothe it in a physical way with food, especially with all the warm comfort foods that are known. But at the same time, that feeling lasted as long as you could taste, and you would feel guilty as you felt full. When you threw up, it felt like you were also throwing up the negative emotions.

But when you said it out loud, it didn’t make sense. When people are sick and throwing up it’s one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever. Inducing it hurts sometimes, but it’s almost not as bad. Like you know it’s coming, and you’re in control of what’s happening and you could stop at any point. And there had been times where you could soothe yourself in other ways, and you knew your own physical limits. You knew when you had to stop for your own health.

Until you couldn’t stop.

Which is what led to you fainting on a mission after purging too much. Your electrolytes had bottomed out and you almost had a heart attack at an age no one should. Bucky, your boyfriend who was on the mission with you, had put it together when the first words out of your mouth upon gaining consciousness were “Is this a glucose drip?” while tugging at the IV.

He hadn’t been mad, not exactly. He wasn’t mad at you but he was furious with himself for not noticing, and for making you feel as though you couldn’t tell him. You assured him that you did trust him, but he wished you had come to him before you could’ve gotten yourself, and those on the mission, seriously hurt or killed.

Nonetheless, you still didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Can you try to tell me about it?” he asked gently, running a hand through your hair. He held you to his chest, you unable to meet his eyes.

“It won’t make any sense,” you had said, tears glazing your eyes.

“I want to understand. Can you help me understand?”

You paused for a moment. “It’s a long story and I don’t know where to start. There’s so much going wrong.” you had said, tears beginning to streak down your face.

“I have all the time for you. And it doesn’t have to make sense, these things rarely do. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to listen.”

And true to his word, he had. He had listened and held you while you tried to talk about what you could. He didn’t understand everything, he naturally had a ton of questions, but they weren’t for that moment. He had promised to help you the best that he could, and you had promised to try and tell him whenever you felt the urges get too strong. And if you couldn’t, to tell him after.

It was easier to talk to Bucky than anyone else. Not because he was your boyfriend, but because he seemed to understand you more than anyone else could. He had his own share of mental health struggles. Neither of you knew exactly what the other was going through, but you both understood that it was easy to feel alone and guilty even though you couldn’t control it.

It was rough, but he was never mad. He was sometimes firm, and sometimes you had gotten angry with him. Only to later apologize to him with tears in your eyes. He was never mad with you. He understood that this was something internal. Upon research he had done and conversations he had had with Bruce, he understood that this had nothing to do with him. Some people thought eating disorders were about getting attention when it was one of the furthest things from the truth.

All he could do was love you and be there for you.

And to your surprise, talking about it did help.it took a long time, months, of long and hard conversations, panic attacks, slip ups, and really dark days. But it got to the point where Bucky felt that you were doing better, making an effort to tell you how proud he was and how much he loved you.

And you were doing better, in a way. But you had been slipping up more recently, and you hadn’t told Bucky. You didn’t know how. After going the longest you’d ever had between slip ups, you found yourself retching over the toilet. You would have gone to Bucky but he had been away on a mission that was extended a few days. You couldn’t interrupt him because your feelings were too much to handle. People needed his help more than you did.

You were going to tell him, but he had been so tired when he had come back. He needed his time to relax, and it wasn’t the right time to tell him. And the next day when he was rested, you felt that it was irrelevant. Any negative feeling you had felt the day before had since past, and you didn’t see the point in bringing it up today. It would worry Bucky, he wouldn’t want to go on missions, and you weren’t going to do that to him. Besides, it was just one time.

Right?

You soon found yourself purging when Bucky wasn’t around. If he had gone out with Steve, if he was on a mission, or if he was down in the gym you found yourself taking more opportunities to give into your urges. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been, but you were spiraling. But at this point you had been slipping up so many times, you had been so secretive about it.

It would kill Bucky inside to know that you were hiding this from him again. He would feel like you didn’t trust him. You trusted him with your life.

You just didn’t want to let him down. Not again, not when he had explicitly told you to come to him and you had been blatantly ignoring that.

You wanted to tell him, you did. But you couldn’t let him being so proud of you be based on a lie.

One day you were hunched over the toilet, legs sahking and tears streaming down your face from exertion. Bucky was away on a mission, so you didn’t even bother with the music or the water. What you hadn’t anticipated was him coming back hours earlier than he should’ve

The mission had gone much more smoothly than anticipated, which everyone was happy about. Bucky was glad he would get a few more hours with you. He had gone up to your shared room and let himself in, surprised to see you weren’t there. But then he heard you coughing from behind a closed bathroom door.

He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. You had been doing so well, what had happened?

He walked over to the door, knocking on it and calling out your name. He heard you muffle a small fuck before he knocked again.

“Y/n please, let me in.”

He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, you on the other side washing your face. You could feel the tears from exertion be replaced by ones of shame and embarrassment, biting your lip slightly. What the fuck were you going to tell him?

When you finally turned off the water, you rubbed your face with a towel, sighing heavily into it. When you took it away, you looked long and hard at the doorknob.

Bucky sighed on the other side of the door. “Y/n please. I’m not mad. We’ve been here before, I just wanna talk to you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a breath before you made your expression nuetral and opened the door.

Bucky’s eyes immediately saddened when he took you in. your face was still red and there were tears in your eyes. You had tried to put up a front, he could tell that too. Sometimes you got angry with him because you didn’t want to be vulnerable. He was prepared because like he said - he’d helped you before.

Before he could say anything you crossed your arms. “You’re home early,” you said coldly.

“Y/n.”

“How’d the mission go? Well, I assume.” you tried to slip past Bucky but he was blocking the door.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, the mission went well.” He wanted to be gentle with you. “But how are you?”

You shrugged, trying to appear oblivious. “I’m fine,” voice wavering slightly as you looked away.

“Y/n please. You’re not fine. Can you tell me what happened?”

“The same thing that always happens” you said bitterly. “Something stupid comes up, I start feeling like shit about myself and I ignore it until I’m puking it up with everything else, alright? It’s the same story, different time, and now I have you looking at me all hurt just like I was worried about which is why I couldn’t tell you!” you exclaimed, eyes filled with anger and tears. Bucky looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face. He would’ve much preferred that you had.

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, trying to get through the door that he was blocking. “Bucky, just let me through the door, forget it.”

“Y/n just talk to me please, I -”

“JUST LET ME THROUGH THE GODDAMN DOOR.” You yelled, surprising Bucky. It had been a while since you had gotten this angry or defensive. But he stood his ground. Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his.

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky,” you said, feeling tears threatening to spill over.

He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

You closed your eyes and felt a pang in your stomach. “Bucky, I - “

“You promised,” he said, voice cracking.

You shook your head. “Why do I have to talk about this. It’s not like I’m hurting anybody”

“You’re hurting yourself, y/n.” he said calmly.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes slightly, tears falling. “That’s different Bucky, you know it is.”

“You aren’t somebody?”

You looked at him for a moment before a sob escaped your body, leaning on the counter for support as you brought a hand to your mouth. Bucky quickly came up behind you and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You started crying harder, embarrassed and ashamed.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know how to tell you, I -”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s alright y/n, I’m here.” Bucky kept whispering reassurances in your ears, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

After some time passed, you didn’t know how long, you were able to calm down enough to take some shaky breaths, hiding your red face in Bucky’s chest.

“When did this start happening again?” he asked softly

“I don’t know… few weeks at least, not really sure.”

He took a breath, trying to stay calm. A few weeks and he hadn’t suspected anything, and you were alone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were on a mission, I couldn’t interrupt that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I got back?” he pressed gently.

“You were so tired Bucky - ”

“Y/n.” he said more firmly.

You paused for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t take those answers. If they were truly the reason then you would’ve told him the next day or the day after, as soon as the opportunity came. There was more to why you waited, and Bucky knew that.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered.

You heard Bucky sigh. He was angry with himself, for not being approachable to you. All he wanted was to make you feel safe enough to come to him, and to hear that you hadn’t because you thought he had expectations for you crushed him. “Y/n, I told you you could tell me about this. When have I ever been disappointed or angry with you?”

“You haven’t. You were just so proud and I - I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I didn’t want to tell you that you were proud of a lie.”

“Hey, hey look at me.” Hesitantly you looked up to meet his eyes. “None of this was you lying. You put in the hard work day after day, and I told you I was here to support you. But I never did the work for you. You did that. I’m proud of you and I always will be because you’re a fighter. It’s okay to have bad days, it’s okay to slip up. It’s okay to need a little help too, and that’s what I’m here for. A slip up doesn’t erase all the hard work you’ve put in before. I’m proud of you for the progress you’ve made, and of the work you put in. This doesn’t change anything sweetheart.”

He pulled you back into his chest.

“I’ll always be proud of you.”

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request: anon: hi could you write a sebastian x female reader fic where she suffers from anxiety and feels bad because of it but he comforts her and tells her there’s nothing wrong with her and how strong she is even though she has this disorder

pairing: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: self-esteem issues, anxiety, toxicity in the fandom, language?

a/n: hey nona! you weren’t super specific on what type of anxiety that you wanted to reader to have, so if this isn’t what you had in mind, lmk and i’ll write you another fic! other than that i hope you like it!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

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You and Seb met at a coffee shop in New York. It was totally cliche and seemed straight out of a storybook. You had somehow managed to spill coffee on that specimen of a man, and he was kind enough to let you pay for his dry cleaning. Your relationship didn’t grow until you ran into him again while you were at a bar with your friends. If he had any say in telling the story of how you met, he spotted you from across the smoky bar and he knew then and there that he had to get to know you. Truthfully, you liked his version, but the real one was just indescribable. It seemed, to you at least, that you were destined to be with this man. Seeing him twice in one week? Come on, that’s possible if you were in the small town you grew up in, but not New York.

You obviously had recognized him as an actor, but really you didn’t care. That’s what drew Sebastian to you in the first place. You treated him as if he was any other guy on the street, he was able to be a normal person around you. Now, two years later, you lounge on the couch of your apartment in LA that you shared with the man you love. He’s still auditioning for any role that catches his eye and you’re supporting him no matter what.

His fans for the most part adored you and your relationship with Sebastian. The fans who didn’t like you were your only issue with this whole affair, but they had nothing to do with Sebastian other than flood his socials with nasty messages about you. You weren’t perfect, that you knew all too well, and you tried to let the comments roll off your shoulders. Most of the time you were successful in your efforts, but other times they clung to your skin like an unwanted disease.

Sebastian was currently promoting his new project Endings, Beginnings. You were so unbelievably proud of Seb, he was doing something that made him happy. In this particular film, he was acting alongside Shailene Woodley, who was just amazing. Seb always came home gushing about the new inside jokes that they had come up with. One of your favorite things that Seb did with you was run lines. You liked having the inside scoop on his new works, but this one was harder for you. It had quite a few sex scenes between Seb’s character Frank and Shailene’s Daphne.

Not that it bothered you. Nope. Didn’t bother you. At all.

...mmm, okay maybe it bugged you a little. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Sebastian, it was… well you couldn’t really describe what it was. Whatever the case may be, it was putting you deeper and deeper into a funk, one that you were having a hard time coming out of. And Seb’s fans who weren’t in your corner, weren’t really helping you any.

A few nights ago, Seb surprised you with a casual night out in LA. He texted you before he got home and told you that he was going to be taking you out. Did he give you a dress code for the evening? No, he did not (wonderful, thanks so much Seb). You decided to dress in a half business casual, half rail me when we get home outfit. You ended up wearing an adorable bustier top that was embroidered with pretty blue and pink flowers, a pair of destroyed jeans covered your legs. You finished it off with a pair of nude heels, when you looked in the mirror, you thought you looked hot as fuck. It was around seven when Seb picked you up, mouth hanging open, in awe of your outfit.

“Oh my god. You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He opened the passenger door of his car after he hugged you, giving you a small peck on the lips. Sebastian drove you to a restaurant a block off of Thai Town called Home Restaurant.

“Babe, this place is so cute!” You squeezed Sebastian’s upper arm, jumping up and down beside him. “How’d you find this place?” Sebastian shook his head, smiling at you.

“I asked Shai, actually.” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, and your heart sank a little. Why did it do that? “She said that the paps hardly ever come around here.” He leaned down pressing a kiss to your temple. “I thought that draga mea deserved a quiet night out on the town.” His voice rasped as he spoke in his native tongue, making a shiver race down your spine.

“Well, tell her I said thank you.” You offered him a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing circles on the exposed skin above your jeans. He spoke with the hostess as your mind drifted away. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he guided you to your table. Sebastian sat across from you, staring deeply into your eyes. You brought your hand up to rest your chin on it, staring back at him. “How’s everything been going?” You were genuinely interested in the answer and it made your heart warm watching his face light up.

“It’s been going really well. Everyone we worked with was real nice, it made all the scenes more comfortable.” Seb’s eyebrows rose at the mention of the scenes and you knew which ones he was referring to.

“Oh, right.” You tried not to let your emotions show.

“Yeah, we’re about to start teasing some of them to promote the show.” Seb sighed at the thought of having to use social media, you shook your head at him.

“I’ll help you with it, you dork.” You laughed to hide your discomfort. “Which scene did they approve for the posts?” Sebastian began to speak when he was interrupted by your waitress. After the two of you ordered your food, the waitress returned with your drinks. Sebastian took a large gulp of his before answering your previous question.

“They want me to post the trailer and then the scene between Frank and Daphne at the bar.” You tried to think back to the script, remembering the context. Frank and Daphne were meeting after Daphne had gone out on a date with Jack. Daphne was claiming that she didn’t want to be a wedge in their friendship, then proceeded to make out with Frank. If you were recalling correctly, Frank and Daphne’s first sex scene followed soon after.

“Okay, we can do that. Do you have any behind the scene pictures you wanna post too?” Seb got out his phone, scrolling through his camera roll to see. He had several different photos of him with Jamie and then him with Shailene. He showed you his phone on a picture of Shailene leaned against him on a couch, her arm over his waist. A red filter colored the photo, you had to hand it to him, it was a good one to use. “We can post it whenever we get home, love.” Sebastian locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket, to focus solely on you.

“How has your day been, draga mea?” You bit your lip as you thought about what you’ve been doing. You’ve been working towards your Master’s, so your days have been filled with preparing for your dissertation. On top of that, you’ve become a bit of an influencer on different social media platforms. Really, you believe your popularity came from your relationship with Sebastian. You’ve been giving his fans the content that they’ve always wanted. Not only that, but you’re active with them.

“My day was good today. I had to edit a few papers from my other classmates but other than that I didn’t do much. I did make a few TikTok videos, but really today was a bit of a lounge day for me.” Seb smiled at you, proud of how hard you’ve been working.

“I should be getting a few days off soon, so we can relax together in the apartment, if you aren’t too busy with your classes.” He stretched his arm across the table, palm up waiting for your hand. Seb pulled your hand up to his mouth, placing a sloppy kiss onto the back of it. His eyes settled on you lovingly. To Sebastian, you were the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

The two of you managed to finish your meal in peace. No fans came up to Sebastian asking for photos, no paparazzi swarms when you left, just a quiet meal for a normal couple in love. After you got home and you were snuggled in your pajamas alongside Sebastian in your comfortable bed, he handed you his phone to read over his post for his Instagram. The paragraph was sappy, about his time working with Drake, the director, and working with the rest of the cast. Seb always was a softy, never was able to hide it, especially in promo posts.

“It looks good to me. Are you going to post it now? Or wait until tomorrow morning?” Seb debated, he probably should wait and do it tomorrow, but he was most likely going to forget to do it. He clicked post, putting his phone on charge and snuggling into you.

“Thank you for always being there for me, Y/N.” He kissed your jawline, nuzzling his face into your neck. “It really means a lot to me, baby. I love you so much.” He wrapped both hands around your waist, pulling you to his front. You smiled wide, momentarily forgetting all of your troubles.

“I love you too, Seb.” You turned your head slightly, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Now let’s get some sleep, love.” Little did you know that a single post could ruin all of the progress that you thought you had made.

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You woke the next morning, alone in bed. You could hear pots clanging in the kitchen of your home, bringing a smile to your face. Before you left the safety of your bed, you checked your socials out of habit. You opened Instagram first, seeing an absurd amount of notifications this early in the morning. Your smile dropped as soon as you opened the first post. Comments on Sebastian’s post about Endings, Beginnings and his chemistry with Shailene weren’t entirely out of the ordinary. They were to be expected, they were playing parts in a love triangle. People were ‘shipping’ Shailene with Seb and Jamie, so that wasn’t too crazy.

What hurt you were the comments saying, “living for shailene and sebastian! she’s a much better match for him than y/n.”

“never thought that y/n girl was going to last, glad he’s going w shailene”

“shailene and seb supremacy”

“yes! i’ve always supported seb in everything he’s done, but i rlly questioned him when he got w that y/n girl. what was he thinking?!”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you continued scrolling. You never thought you and Sebastian never fit. You knew that people had issues with your relationship, but you never let it get in your head this bad. You checked your explore page, pictures of you and Sebastian from last night were riddling the page.

Your heart dropped.

There were pictures of the two of you from last night with parts of your body circled. The exposed skin above your waistband, the excess skin on your neck and arms. You don’t know where they got these pictures, but your stomach was steadily sinking with each picture you saw. The door of your room opened, revealing a smiley Sebastian with a plate full of eggs in one hand and a cup of orange juice in the other.

“Good morning, baby.” You quickly shoved your phone away from you, wiping your tears away from your eyes to meet his. His brows furrowed immediately. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You snuffled quietly, before answering.

“Uh, nothing. I’m just so proud of you.” You smiled at him, not wanting to bring down his already happy mood with your problems. Was that entirely healthy? Probably not, but you were doing it anyway, consequences be damned.

“Oh, well you don’t have to cry for me, Y/N. Even if you’re proud.” He walked up to your side of the bed, placing the cup and plate on your nightstand. He brought his hand up to your cheeks, wiping away your tear streaks. “You know that I only like to see tears whenever it’s me causing you so much pleasure you beg me to stop.” He winked at you, smirking at your rising blush. To say that didn’t lift your spirits for about half a second would be a lie. Sebastian brought the plate to your lap, waiting for you to start eating. At this particular moment, after seeing all those horrible pictures of your body, your appetite had gone out the window, but he was so smiley.

“After you eat, I want ya to shower.” Sebastian’s hand came up to your jaw, cupping it as you used it to chew the eggs. “We’ve got a long day of lounging and enjoying each other's company ahead of us.” Sebastian stood from the bed, throwing a wink at you as he left the room dramatically. You stopped eating soon after he left, the food tasting like ash on your tongue. At some point, you got into the bathroom, staring at the reflection in the mirror.

Your phone was in your hand again. The pictures flooding your Twitter feed. Shaky breaths left your mouth as you watched your reflection tilt its head. Tears began gathering in your eyes as it felt like you weren’t in your own skin anymore. You had worked so hard to be comfortable in your own body.

It’s amazing how just one picture can ruin everything.

You leaned forward on the countertop, hands holding up your weight. You shifted towards the mirror, examining every miniscule detail that your eyes could see. Your lids came down quickly, tears dragging down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes closed, shaking your head back and forth.

“You are not going to let this get to you.” You took a few deep breaths as you turned on the shower. Not wanting to be around the mirror anymore, you kept your bath short, talking to yourself the whole time. By the time you left the bathroom, it was steamed completely, you couldn’t see your reflection even if you wanted to.

“He loves you.” You had a mantra and you continued to repeat it as you walked into your shared closet. “He loves all of you.” You pulled one of his old t-shirts off a hanger. “Sebastian loves you.” A pair of your underwear and his loose boxers covered your lower half. “Sebastian loves all of you.” You shoved your feet into a pair of fuzzy pink socks, leaving the closet still muttering to yourself. You tucked your phone into your waistband after checking your socials again. You know you shouldn’t have, but there was some part of you that just wouldn’t let you not.

The same shit covered your For You page on TikTok. Videos from the trailer of Seb and Shailene and then videos of you and Seb, comparing the two relationships. “They do fit well together.” You thought to yourself. A part of you wondering why Seb was with you in the first place.

“Did you say something, love?” Sebastian looked at you from the couch. A blanket was strewn over his lower half, his upper body inviting, waiting for you to join him. His smile dropped when he took in your glassy eyes instead of your usual happy expression.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” He started towards you, eyes running over your body for any outward injuries. An understanding look crossed his face when he saw your phone clutched in your hand. “Y/N, talk to me, baby.” Sebastian’s hands rested on your shoulders, lightly caressing your biceps. You recoiled from his touch, feeling uncomfortable in your own body.

“Just some stuff that some fans posted.” Seb’s thumb traced just under your eye, wiping away the tears. He held his right hand out for your phone, to understand what you were talking about. His brows furrowed deeply as he scrolled, not fully processing how destructive his fans could be. Sebastian always believed that they were the best fucking people in the world. He knew that they could be mean, but this was something else.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about, Y/N.” Sebastian’s voice was firm. It was almost strong enough to cut through the fog invading your brain, but not quite. You had officially zoned out. Dead to the world. Lost in your own thoughts. No matter how destructive those thoughts may be.

Sebastian noticed that you were already too deep, having experienced this with you many times before. He was aware that you were self-conscious, insecure, however you want to describe it. Your anxiety always got worse when you were stressed. Prepping for your dissertation was definitely a stressful time. Add on top of that, Sebastian was constantly pulling you from your work for various reasons. Had he contributed to this? Scratch that thought, he didn’t have time for that. He needed to bring you back down to Earth, back to him.

“Y/N.” His hands hovered over your hips. “I’m going to touch you for a second.” He directed you to the couch, settling on the coffee table in front of you. His fingers lightly traced circles onto your knees, as he assessed how he should approach this.

“Y/N. Baby?” Sebastian hesitated before bringing his fingers up to your chin, not wanting you to react badly. “I’m right here, Y/N, it’s Sebastian.” His left hand hadn’t left your knee, continuing to trace small patterns into your skin, giving you something to ground yourself with. He watched you blink and swallow harshly, inhaling sharply before opening your mouth.

“Why are you with me?” Your chin trembled with unvoiced sobs. “You deserve the world, Seb. I’m not even--” Your sentence was cut off by a loud whimper causing tears to start streak down. Sebastian wasn’t sure if this was a situation where you wanted him to be involved, so he waited for a sign.

“I’m not even worth a glance from you.” Your hand came up to wipe at your runny nose. “They’re so right. You need to be with someone like Shailene.” A bitter sob racked your body, making your body fold in half. Sebastian caught you before you hurt yourself.

“Y/N. I love you.” He always heard you say that to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. He knew that you suffered from anxiety, so he was always watching. Always paying attention to your little cues. The little things that he could use to help you as much as he could. “I love all of you.” He held one of your hands, running his thumb over the back of it.

“I don’t care what they say, baby.” He lifted your face to his, steel blue eyes locking with your cloudy pair. “I picked you.” He pecked your right cheek. “I want you.” A peck to your left. “I want only you.” One to your forehead. “It’s always been you, Y/N.” Another on your chin. “I love all of you, Y/N.” Sebastian landed a final short kiss to your lips, lingering for only a second.

“I want you to understand something, Y/N.” His gaze never left you. “I’m not going anywhere.” His brows raised as he hardened his voice. “I’m especially not going anywhere at the behest of my fans. I love them to death, but they don’t get to decide who I love.” Sebastian shifted to sit next to you on the couch. “Is it okay if I put my arms around you?” All he got was a brief nod in return, which was expected.

“I’m yours, Y/N. As much as you’re mine.” His arms descended around you, wrapping you in a loving embrace. You turned to face him fully, bringing your own arms around his waist, shoving your head into his neck.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with all my shit, Seb.” Sebastian almost missed your comment because you spoke into his shoulder and through loud snuffles. He backed away to look you in the face.

“I signed up for this, Y/N. I’m here for whatever we go through.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “We go through ‘your shit’ together, Y/N. This is a partnership, a two-way street.” He looked at the weak smile on your face, heart warming slightly at the sight. His face turned serious, casting a glance at your phone on the coffee table.

“How long have you been sitting on this?” He knew how quickly your mind could twist things, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. You bit your lip, not meeting his eyes anymore.

“Just since this morning.” He held you away from his body, watching your expression.

“Is this why you were crying earlier?” You gave him a meek nod in response. “Baby, I thought we talked about this. We have to talk to each other when we think we’re going to go into a funk.” The two of you had talked about it before, but you didn’t think this was going to be a funk.

“I should’ve been able to just shake this off because I know you love me and you won’t leave me because of something that some people on the Internet say.” The words left your mouth before you could process everything, your mind quick to defend itself.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t always have to be able to shake something off. We just have to keep each other in the loop.” Sebastian looked over your tear-stained face, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. “Let’s ditch the phones today. Just spend the day in each other’s arms, how’s that sound?” You smiled softly, nodding at the man in front of you. He got up quickly hiding both of your phones in the kitchen somewhere.

This definitely wasn’t a solution to dealing with your anxiety, Sebastian knew that. It also wasn’t dealing with the toxic people on the Internet, but you didn’t need that right now. You needed to be immersed in an environment that accepted what you were going through without judgement, Sebastian could provide that. Seb hummed happily when you snuggled into his side under the covers on your couch while he searched for a movie. He kissed the top of your head and he felt you smile against his stomach.

“I’m proud of you, draga mea.” You turned to face him, a confused expression lacing your features.

“For what, Seb?” He stroked your face with a single finger, mapping out your features.

“I’m proud of how you handle yourself. I’m amazed at how strong you are, even when you think you’re not.” He leaned closer to you, whispering his next words. “You’re my hero.” One corner of your mouth twitched upwards, not wanting to accept it. You rolled your eyes playfully, settling back onto his stomach before speaking.

“I love you, Sebastian.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

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