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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 6
Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori
Summary: Jungkook invites you over to work on the game but you but it's hard to focus when he's around
Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook
Work Count: 1.9k~
a/n: So so sorry I've taken a longer break between posting but let me know what you think about this chapter ;) hardly edited but I figured I would get it out anyway
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I couldn't pay attention in class thanks to him. His stupid voice with his stupid flirting and his stupid face then to top it off having all of that up close and personal made my stupid brain go into overdrive, losing what little space I had left to combat his antics. I hate that he can make me feel like this. And for what? Because he called me pretty? More specifically used it as a pet name, which somehow amplifies the meaning, sending my sense of reason for a spin. I huff audibly as I gather my things and get ready to head out to meet 'he who shall not be named' at this point. I just need to leave class, work there for a few hours and then go home. Simple as that.
"You okay?" I hear behind me in a semi familiar voice. I turn around perplexed as to who the voice could belong to and see the guy I had helped the other day. " I'm fine" I say and turn back around to continue packing up my belongings. "It's Jimin, we met the other day when you helped me carry all of the music books" he says, not sure if I would need the reminder. "I know" I say plainly and make my way out of the classroom. "Hey, where you headed?" he asks following me without a care in the world. "I'm done for the day so I'm going to go work on something" I say giving him the bare minimum, hoping he won't prod further but unfortunately that's not the case.
"What are you working on?" he asks, clearly curious but also kind of not, seeming happy to simply be making conversation with me for some reason. "A video game application" I say and leave the building with him trailing behind. "Oh wow that's really cool! I had no idea you were into that stuff" he says, clearly shocked learning what I'm capable of but blowing it somewhat out of proportion. It's not as hard as it seems but many people tend to lack the concentration, let alone have the desire to learn.
"Yeah well, bye" I say and walk a bit faster, heading towards the gates. "Wait, I could walk you to where you need to go. I'm done for the day as well" he says jogging a few steps to catch up to me. "That won't be necessary" I say and continue onto my destination but he walks with me anyways. "Why are you following me?" I ask, finally stopping to look at him and see what his goal with all of this is.
"I just want to make sure you get to your destination safely" he says giving me a sweet smile. "She's safe with me" that stupid voice that I wasn't expecting to hear so soon says while taking hold of my hand. "Oh hey hyung, I didn't know you and y/n were working together" Jimin says, greeting Jungkook. "Well now you do" he says and then we all stand there in somewhat of an awkward silence until I pull my hand out of Jungkook's grasp. "Let's go" I demand and continue to walk towards the gates. "Bye y/n" I hear Jimin say behind me and I decide not to acknowledge it. "See you" Jungkook says to Jimin before following my lead.
"Do you guys hang out often?" he says falling into step with me and guides us towards his studio. "No we don't and why didn't you just wait for me like I told you to?" I question still feeling uncomfortable from the situation I had been put into moments ago. "Because I wanted to walk with you, plus this way I could make sure you wouldn't run off or get lost. I promise next time I'll just wait for you to come" he says pressing the button at the crosswalk for us. "Whatever" I say under my breath, fixing the strap on my backpack but before I can settle it back into place I feel it being take off of me.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I say looking over at, surprise surprise you guessed it Jeon Jungkook now carrying my bag. "Give it back!" I say reaching for it but before I'm able to reach it he starts walking down the street, showing me it's time for us to cross. "Hey!" I yell after him but all he does is continues to hold it out of my reach. "Just let me carry it for you" he says, slinging it across his shoulder and widening his strides leaving me trailing behind him without much of an option to do otherwise.
Once we get to his studio I'm met with another girl around our age blasting her music throughout the place and popping the bubble she just blew in her gum. "Hey Yuna!" Jungkook shouts, trying to be heard over the music. "Yuna!" he yells again and decides to just walk up to her to grab her attention. "So much for keeping to herself" I mumble under my breath. "Oh hey, sorry I was totally spacing out. Is this the girl you were talking to me about? You work in the computer science department right?" she asks, zeroing in on me. "Something like that" I say walking further into the room, taking a look at how messy it is.
"Oh yeah sorry about the mess, things have been really hectic around here" Jungkook says walking over to his desk and clearing off some more space for me. "Pick up that trash first, and put away those books and..." I list off some ways to reorganize the studio into a more suitable working environment. "Clean up your desktop too. Seeing all the icons on the screen is giving me anxiety" I say and he surprisingly does everything that I've asked him to do without much trouble at all.
"What did you do to him?" Yuna whispers to me, clearly impressed by how well he's following my instructions."I didn't really do anything. I told him that if this wasn't a suitable working environment for me that he would be working on this project solo" I say stating the facts. "Wow" she says not believing it, "Well I'm gonna get back to work, good luck" she says, amused at the dynamic already.
"Hey" I say getting her attention before she gets back to work. "Can you please uses those headphones you have beside you? It'll be hard to concentrate with your music blaring in my ears" I say and go back to watching as Jungkook completes the list. Hearing what I've said Jungkook comes over to Yuna's desk and nicely puts her headphones on her so there's no argument to be had and she simply blinks at my sudden change in attitude towards her but goes back to work without another word.
I sit down next to him and place my laptop down on the desk and take a deep breath, opening it and turning it on after taking one more quickly glance around the place. "Begin" I say and he starts to open up one of his drawing programs and sketches out some various characters and background ideas while I continue to piece together the code for the whole thing.
"How's it going?" he says after a bit looking over at my screen, interested in what actually goes into working on the behind the scenes stuff. "It's going" I say and continue typing the various strings of code working out how the character moves around the different environments. "Oh okay" he says, taking that as a sign of me not wanting to continue the conversation. "How are things going on your end?" I ask and lean over to look at his screen and I can see how he almost lights up at my question in my peripheral vision but decide to ignore it.
He turns his screen towards me a bit so I can sit back a bit into a more comfortable position and explains all of the different outfits and ideas for power up items and he thoughts about what can be added to the storyline. "Yeah everything looks okay, but I don't want to settle for okay. You need to change this, it looks too crazy, I want something a bit neater" I say pointing out different flaws in almost all of his designs.
"You do realize these are just the rough drafts?" he says rubbing his temples after going through and changing things as I give him one critique after the other. "Yes but I thought your work would look a bit better than this compared to what you've shown me before"I state pointing out a few more things to change. "Okay I need a break" he says standing up and stretching before laying down on the couch and pulling one of the blankets over him.
"What are you doing? We've only been working for two hours" I say confused as to why he would need a break this early. "Exactly, it's been two hours and I'm tired, just give me like fifteen minutes and I'll start cleaning up the designs" he says and turns over giving his back to me and settling in to take a power nap. I roll my eyes at him and just decide to just go back and continue what I had been working on before I started checking up on his designs.
Getting lost in work I notice that it's been almost thirty minutes instead of the promised fifteen and try to call him over to get back to work. "Jungkook wake up" I say but it seems to have no effect on him so I groan and get up and walk towards where he's laying down and find him laying on his back, sound asleep. With the position he's reclined in I'm given a full view of his face, leaving me a chance to study his features for a second.
He really is attractive, I can't deny that but that cocky attitude he has on him turns me off. His flirting is a different story though, feeling myself starting to blush again. I kneel next to the couch to see if he's really sleeping but it really does seem like he's still passed out. I brush the bit of hair that has fallen into his face back a bit and lean towards him a little bit. "You're really sleeping right?" I say and still he lays still, not making a sound and an unknown force pushes me closer to him and I end up placing a light kiss on his lips.
I pull back and cover my lips with a hand after realizing what I've done and quickly but quietly pack up my things and leave. I open the door and am met with the sight of Yuna coming down to hallway back towards the studio. "Oh y/n you're still here. Is everything okay?" she says clearly noticing the almost panicked look on my face and blush slowly creeping up on my cheeks. "Yes never better. Please tell Jungkook I'm going home when he wakes up" I say and without another word run down the hall and out the onto the street making my way towards my apartment as quickly as humanly possible.
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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 5
Part 4 | part 6
↝a/n: I don't want to hear a single thing about the French being wrong. I had to use Google so blame it. Anyway, sorry this is late, been very busy and been stressing.
↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader
↝ Warning: not proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, Google translated French, pinning
↝⎙ 8.12.23
Robin couldn't help but admire you as you caught your breath.
Writing a decent essay in French wasn't going to be easy, which is why this is the 3rd day in a row Robin had invited you over after school to finish the partnered project.
To be honest, the essay was long forgotten. You two were just going through phrases in French at this point. Well, Robin was teaching you more French. You just couldn't wrap your head around it, no matter how hard you tried.
After you were paying so much attention to her mouth and the way it moved, you couldn't help but find it so hilarious, and in turn, Robin began laughing too.
It was probably around 9 by now, and you two had barely any of the paper done, but you kept wanting to hear her talk. For educational purposes, obviously.
"tu es belle." (you're beautiful) Robin wasn't worried about you knowing what she was saying. It honestly felt freeing to be able to admit thing openly, with you not knowing what it was she was saying.
She adored how you looked at her so confused, with your eyebrows furrowed. Her hand was practically shaking from not being able to lean forward and wipe the wrinkled skin away.
"tu es magnifique aujourd'hui" (you look beautiful today) She kept teasing you.
"Are you going to tell me what you're saying?"
"No, i don't think i will."
You smiled, basking in how comfortable you felt around her at that moment. You wish it could stay like this. Neither of you broke eye contact as she continued, "Tes yeux brillent si joliment aujourd'hui. Le ciel nocturne devrait être jaloux." (Your eyes are shining so beautifully today. The night sky should be jealous.)
"I should probably pay more attention in class." You chuckled, looking down at your lap, fiddling with the cover of the notebook. Robin was back to admiring you and your blushing cheeks.
"You're cute." Robin's smile dropped; her whole being scared of what she just said... out loud...to the person she'd fancied for what felt like forever. She wanted to disappear right then and there.
"What?" You glanced up from your notebook, still smiling- as if you hadn't heard what she had said.
"I said you look like a fruit." Pushing away the feeling of wanting to kick herself for her stupidity on the situation, the choice of words had her internally spiraling. What kind of answer was that? You certainly do not look anything like a fruit.
"That doesn't even make sense."
"Well I'm sleep deprived." She pulled her blanket closer to her, wrapping it around her body to find any comfort. "And it's tu ressembles à un fruit."
After a moment, you nodded, before standing up and gathering your stuff. "It's getting late."
"Yeah-yeah, uh," She flung the blanket off, standing to help you gather everything sprawled across her bed and floor. "I guess we lost track of time."
"Yeah." Flinging your backback over your shoulder, you pointed at her door. "I can show myself out. You need to be getting ready for bed- wouldn't want to keep you up any later."
"A-alright. yeah, bye. be careful." She stayed standing in that spot even after you closed her bedroom door.
She was not sleeping tonight; she already knew that much. She'd stay up all night thinking about you. And how you looked when you smiled or laughed. A joyous sight and sound, really.
•••••
Your leg shook from nerves. "Can you stop? You're shaking the car."
Nancy glared at you from the rearview mirror.
Digging your nails into your thigh, you stopped them from shaking anymore. "Sorry."
Robin glanced back, noting your nervousness. "It's going to be okay." Her voice was barely over a whisper.
"What if it's not? Two of our friends have already died because of this Vecna creep. We have no way to contact Mike or any of the Byers. What if something is happening up there too? I mean, they should've called by now. Mike promised he would call when he got up there-"
"We haven't been home, y/n."
"I was! He didn't call all of yesterday."
"He's having fun with his friend and girlfriend. Calm down."
Robin's eyes went back and forth between you and Nance. You were usually calm, or made it seem that way. Ever since you woke up in a frenzy, you had seemed on edge.
"What if he's not?" You whispered one last time, as Nancy pulled up to the school.
"We don't have time to think about that right now. Come on."
"It was here. Right here." Max was almost hysterical as she kept repeating the same thing over and over since you ran into the school. She kept talking about a grandfather clock in the wall.
If you were anyone else, you would be calling her crazy, maybe even making a phone call to the nearest psych ward.
"A grandfather clock?" Nancy almost seemed bored as she asked.
"It was so real and then, when i got closer, suddenly I just...I woke up."
"It was like she was in a trance or something." Dusting spoke, "Exactly like Eddie said happened to Chrissy." A cold hill went down your spine, causing goosebump to make your arm hair stand up. Folding your arms over your chest, you continued to pay attention.
Max turned around. "That's not even the bad part."
"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help." You looked at the files on the desk. "Uh, they both were having headaches- bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then- then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things. Bad things...from their past." The desk lowly creaked as you leaned against it, giving Max your full attention. "And these visions-- they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually...everything ended." Your eyes shot down to the ground.
What were you to do about all of this? This is too much for this group that consisted of teens and young adults. Before, you had El. But now, she was in California, without any powers.
Robin's voice broke you out of your thoughts that were running a mile a second. "Vecna's curse."
"Chrissy's headache started a week ago."
"She kept asking for medicine almost every time I saw her." She had taken nearly 2/3 of your medicine on your side table.
"Fred's started 6 days ago." The blood from you biting your lip tasted salty and like metal. "I've been having them for 5 days."
The air in the room became stale, almost like the air fell flat. "I don't know how long i have. All i know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And i just saw that goddamn clock, so," Max's breath became uneven, "Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow."
A loud click made you jump and turned to where the sound came from.
"Stay here." Steve looked at you guys, before walking towards the door. Before he opened it, he grabbed the lamp.
Not listening, you all stood and walked after him, through the dark school halls.
You could hear his uneven breathing from where you were. Or maybe that was you. You couldn't really tell at this point.
The sound continued as you walked behind Steve. It clattered, almost sounding like rapid running.
It grew louder until something came around the corner. Everyone screamed, Steve held the lamp up, going to strike, as your arms went up in the air, flashlight clattering to the floor as you turned on your heels, going to grab the nearest person. no matter how much you tried to move, your feet stayed in place, causing you to double over and fall onto your knees, bringing the person with you.
"It's me!"
"Lucas?!"
"It's me!" Lucas looked as if he was about to cry. You would too if you had nearly gotten beaten to death by a lamp.
"Holy shit!" You fell back onto your butt, facing the scene.
"Jesus!" Steve yelled, bringing the lamp back down to his side. "What is wrong with you, Sinclair?!"
Lucas tried to catch his breath with his hands on his hips, nearly doubling over. "I'm sorry."
Robin, who you had taken down with you, stood and held her hand out to help you up. You held up your finger, "I need a second." You might've peed yourself a little.
"I could've taken you out with this lamp!" Steve shook the lamp in his grip, furious.
"Sorry, guys." Lucas continued to pant, "Sorry. I was...I was biking for eight miles."
Grabbing Robin's hand, you let her pull you up.
"Give me a second. Shit." Lucas continued to pant through his words, "We've got a code red."
"What?"
"Dustin," He walked forward, "I've been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they've gone, like, totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is." He spoke as fast as he could while also trying to breath. "You're in terrible danger."
"Alright. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason right now." Dustin looked back and Max, Lucas following him.
After Nancy and Robin came up with the plan about being Ruth and Rose, your leg went back to shaking and your teeth went back to biting into your lip, taking chunks out.
While everyone was getting a little bit of shut eye last night, you were wide awake. There wasn't really a thought that took up more space in your head than the other 10 thousand. Every time you tried to shut your eyes, Chrissy's face was painted on the back of your eyelids. Sometimes, you could hear her screams when you tried to tune out Steve's snoring. Max hadn't gone to bed, she stayed sitting at the desk, writing. What, you hadn't gotten a clue.
Right now, Steve was following Nancy after he had been stuck on babysitting duty yet again.
"Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think I'm babysitting again." Coming out of your room, you pulled the new, clean clothes closer to your body and walked after him into her room.
"Okay, first of all, they're not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger."
Steve scoffed at her as you plopped on her bed, wrinkling her made bed.
"She needs people around her."
"I know. But why does it always have to be me?"
"Y/n is here too." Nancy reminded, pointing at you.
"Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster." Robin walked into the room, going staight for the poster and side table. "You have a Tom Cruise poster." She turned and smirked at Nancy, who was going through her closet.
"Thats...old.. It's just.."
Robin laughed before digging into the table,
"Can you please not touch anything?"
You leaned over, looking at whatever Robin was going through.
"I just- i can't do anything here, Nance. Maybe i can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I dunno. I could turn on my...my charm."
"Not the charm we need."
"Ouch."
"No, i just," Nancy sighed, stepping away from the closet. You followed Robin with your eyes as she stood and moved to the dresser. "I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a life long student of the world. If we're going to win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too."
Robin opened the music box that laid on top of the dresser, music softly played as Nancy continued to talk, softening the blow. "That, like him, we are true academic scholars."
"Holy shit." Robin whispered, turning around to show the music box. "There's a little ballerina in here." She bit her lip.
Looking away, you tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. She was so cute.
Steve began nodding his head, turning back to Nancy. "Academic scholar. She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah."
Rolling her eyes, Robin closed the box, putting it back.
"No, but..." Robin scoffed, turning around. "She will."
Nance held up a pink dress.
"Oh, please tell me that you're joking."
"They're not answering."
Sighing, you slammed the phone back into the wall.
"They're probably out."
"You said that for the last 4 calls. It's been over an hour."
Dustin walked over, "Y/n, Mike is probably out having fun with El and Will. Please, calm down."
"Yeah," Sighing again, you plopped back into the couch, "Yeah, you're probably right."
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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader
Chapter 6. (Not) close people
There was absolute silence between the three of you. You would have assumed that crickets were purring somewhere in the back of your mind, but you brushed off this thought, realizing for yourself that you exaggerated too much. You tried to pretend that you don't to notice this tense atmosphere, cleared your throat and said:
"H-how is your studies going, Xiao?" You noted to yourself in annoyance that your voice trembled treacherously, and you were sure that your brother realized that you were hiding something from him.
The boy raised his skeptical eyebrow, first looking at you, then shifted his gaze to the ginger man next to you. You hoped with all your heart that Tartaglia would keep silent, but, to your regret, this didn't happen.
"You both look a lot alike!" Childe said excitedly and enthusiastically, looking first at your brother and then at you. He seemed to make an innocent face on purpose and, putting his hand to his chin, continued to say, "Even though your cheeks look a little plumper than your brother’s, Y/n. So cute!" He laughed as he looked at Xiao, who still didn't understand anything, being somewhat confused.
"Stop it immediately!" Your cheeks flushed red at his comment about your cheeks, and you let out an exasperated sigh. But remembering that you two are still being watched by your brother, you glanced nervously at the laptop screen, noticing that Xiao was looking at you with a question in his eyes. "A-ah, Xiao, this is my colleague."
Tartaglia visibly frowned when he heard that you introduced him to your brother not as "your friend", but as an ordinary "colleague". There was a sudden glimmer of annoyance in his chest as he thought about how many male colleagues you might have had.
These thoughts kindled an unpleasant burning fire in his chest, leaving a nasty ash residue of sadness inside. However, he decided to postpone these thoughts and hurried to correct your obvious — in his opinion — reservation.
"Baby, why are you calling me your colleague?" Childe pouted his lips like a child who had his toy taken away. Your eye twitched when the man called you "baby" once again. The amount of your awkwardness at this moment could exceed the maximum value. "We're frien..."
You instantly covered his mouth with your hand, which surprised not only Xiao, but also Tartaglia himself. He opened his blue eyes wide, obviously he didn't expecting such an unexpected action on your part. You made the most innocent look, smiled and looked at your brother again.
"Yes, we're colleagues." Specially highlighting the last word with your voice, you smiled again and looked at the ginger man, as if expecting words of confirmation from him. "He came to my house to take some important documents. And now he's going to go home!"
Childe mooed protestingly into your small palm, and you realized that he wasn't going to give up so easily. So you had no choice, but to turn to your laptop and say to your brother:
"I'm sorry, Xiao, this isn't a good time to talk." You looked at the ginger man from the corner of your eye, who finally stopped resisting your grip and turned to you with a question in his eyes. You looked back at your brother. "Say hi to mom. I love you! Bye!"
The boy didn't have time to say a word as a protest to your actions, because you dropped the call with lightning speed, lowered the laptop lid and, to be sure, also pulled the wire from the socket, after which you exhaled heavily.
For a few moments, the room was again tensely silent, crackling like electricity. But you pretended that you didn't to notice it, after which you looked at Tartaglia and, raising an eyebrow, asked with irritation:
"Can you explain to me why you came into my bedroom without permission?"
Tartaglia raised his eyebrows, also in a slightly annoyed state. He had many questions that he wanted answers from you. For example, why were you so nervous and dropped your brother's call? Why didn't you let him talk to you?
"Would you like to explain to me what happened a few seconds ago?" The man demanded — he also looked annoyed by the whole situation.
"I asked you first!"
"Why are you trying to avoid the question?"
"Look who's talking!"
You got up from your chair and turned your back on the man. He stayed behind you, nervously ruffling his ginger hair. You both couldn't see it, but you and he bit lips at the same time, realizing that you two were rude to each other.
You clenched your fist with little force, realizing that you can't escape explanations. You decided to answer briefly because, as much as your heart ached at these thoughts, you and him weren't close enough people to share such things with each other. So you took a deep breath and answered haltingly:
"Xiao has been wary of other men always. That's why I didn't want you two to fight. Please don't ask why."
And without saying another word, you went back to the kitchen, leaving Tartaglia alone with many questions in his head.
Luckily for you, you two didn't bring up this conversation this evening again, which made you very happy. After all, the last thing you wanted was for a man to see your vulnerable side.
That part of you and your past that you were afraid to show to other people. For a few seconds, you suggested that Childe might sympathize with you if you confided in him and told him about your feelings, but you immediately dismissed this thought, remembering his teasing and brash nature.
You glanced at the ginger man out of the corner of your eye and was surprised to see that he was quite good at cutting vegetables for salad. He looked very serious and focused, the sleeves of his red shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing you his big, strong arms.
His arms were covered in blue veins and you realized that was your weakness because it looked really hot. You awkwardly bit your lip, after which you looked uncertainly at Tartaglia's face and immediately screamed in surprise, realizing that the man had been watching you all this time.
"Hm, princess was attracted by the sight of my arms?" The ginger man laughed when your cheeks turned red. He caught you red-handed. You scolded yourself in your thoughts. How could you look at his arms so carelessly and too openly?
"Stop teasing me!" You grumbled, turning away from him, showing with all your appearance that you were offended by him. You continued to cook the dough for the pie, giving it a certain shape.
"I just can't resist how cute you're when you're angry." Childe answered cheerfully, cutting the tomatoes into small pieces. The pleasant smell of a red vegetable hit your nostrils, gradually filling the entire space in the kitchen.
You gave him an annoyed look, dissatisfied with his comment. But you had to admit in your heart that you were actually fascinated by such comments from him. Your cheeks glowed even more, as much as if you were in front of a large fireplace or stove with a blazing hot fire.
You told yourself — you shouldn't have succumbed to his charms! You have thought about how many women he charmed with his phrases and teasing behavior? For some reason, these thoughts made you feel sad.
"I've noticed that you're pretty good at cooking." You continued speaking, leaving your thoughts aside. Perhaps you will return to your thoughts about Childe when you're alone.
"You think so?" He raised an eyebrow as he carefully placed the chopped vegetables in a glass dish.
"I'd say you don't look like you're a good cook." You chuckled, lightly brushing a strand of hair out of your face, touching your skin with your flour-stained hand.
"Is that so…" The man replied thoughtfully as he slowly sliced the vegetables.
There was silence between the two of you. But in fact it wasn't a tense silence, on the contrary, you two were silent, because each of you was thinking about something different.
You kept fiddling with the pie dough, it bunched up in big clumps and stuck to your hands, what made you furrow your brows in a funny way. Just as you were thinking about the two of you continuing to remain silent, unexpectedly for you, the man spoke softly.
"When I was younger, my parents often stayed late at work." Tartaglia calmly told, noticing your interested look. You listened, continuing to knead the white lump of dough with your hands. "And I, as the eldest member of the family in their absence, always looked after my brothers and sister."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, because a new, unknown and hidden side of Tartaglia opened up for you. For yourself, you learned that he was a caring and loving person for his family, and it warmed your soul to some extent.
You were pleased that he decided to share this with you, despite the fact that you were previously reluctant to explain Xiao's situation to him. You bit your plump lip. Not close people.
You rarely opened your thoughts and your soul to a stranger, but now you were very ashamed, because Childe trusted you and told you about his family. You felt that he cared deeply for his siblings just by listening to his voice and how fondly he spoke of them. It made the ice in your heart melt. Perhaps you could trust him.
Meanwhile, the ginger man continued to speak:
"I often cooked food for them because they refused to eat the food that the nannies cooked for them." Tartaglia grinned as if he remembered some funny incident and put the chopped vegetables in the dish.
You smiled, when you watched the man. You thought it was funny.
"It was strange, they only wanted to eat the food that I cooked for them."
"I think they like your food and appreciate what you do for them." You shrugged, carefully square the pie.
The man paused for a moment and turned to look at you. You kept fiddling with the dough, and he thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.
You're next to him, and the two of you cook food, that then you and he will eat together. You were so cute when you fiddled with the pie dough, there was white flour on your slightly rosy cheeks, but you didn't seem to notice.
Without realizing it, he put the knife aside and reached for your cheek to wipe the flour from your skin. Tartaglia touched your cheek, and you shuddered in fright, dropping a piece of dough from your hands. You obviously didn't expect these actions, looked at the man with excitement in your eyes, meeting with his dull blue eyes, which, like an abyss, carried you into their depth. And you couldn't resist it.
There was absolute silence in the kitchen, only the loud beating of two hearts in unison and the ragged breathing of two people could be heard. Your and his body were pressed against each other. Childe, holding his breath, pressed you closer to the countertop, and carefully ran his thumb over your delicate skin, wiping the white flour off your cheek.
You watched his Adam's apple, that was twitching slightly, and you swallowed in embarrassment because the two of you were back in that embarrassing position — too close to each other — like you two were at the party tonight. Seriously? Has this happened for the second time in a day? Your heart raced in your chest, when the ginger man continued to gently run his hand over your face.
"You have flour on your cheek." Tartaglia whispered gently, burning the skin of your face with his hot breath.
"A-ah…" You answered confusedly, unable to find the right words due to the huge embarrassment you were feeling right now.
You two had a strange influence on each other.
Even though Childe had wiped the flour from your face a long time ago, for some reason he didn't want to let you go right now. He wanted to hold you in his arms a little longer, because you had an irresistible influence on him, but he couldn't understand the reason why he felt such an attraction to you.
He thought that if he was closer to you as much as he could, it would let him know why you were such a desirable person for him.
The man's left hand firmly and surprisingly gently held you in his arms, as if it didn't letting you fall, and with his right hand he carefully stroked your cheek, wiping the flour from your face.
You swallowed excitedly, feeling your cheeks burn with hot fire. And as you looked at his handsome face, a thought popped into your head that you least expected to find in your head. And you put your hands up to his face. There was nowhere to retreat.
The ginger man gently lifted your chin, but immediately flinched when he felt your hands on his cheeks. With some interest and excitement, you ran your hands over all the places where his face was strewn with small freckles.
It looked like freckles were little stars in the sky, and you liked it so much. You had the feeling that the sun itself was kissing his cheeks so that beautiful freckles appeared on his cheeks.
Childe froze, afraid to make an unnecessary move, and watched you look at his face from different angles and run your gentle hands over his skin. Feeling your touch was so exciting, his chest was bursting with feelings.
"You have very beautiful freckles." You said looking into his blue eyes. You were so innocent in that moment.
The man's cheeks instantly turned red. It was beyond his strength. He couldn't remember the last time someone had made him embarrassed like that. And he couldn't remember the last time someone complimented his freckles.
And the fact that you did it now warmed his heart insanely. His heart and his vulnerable side screamed that Tartaglia needed it. But his mind told him that no one could ever accept him for who he was. Not a rich company owner, but an ordinary person who loves his family.
So he took a deep breath to clear his thoughts and carefully removed his hand from your chin, but he wasn't about to move away from you just yet.
It took him a few seconds to put his thoughts in order, put on his "bad boy" image again, smile with his signature smirk and look at you with a bold gaze.
"Is it true?" He asked slyly, putting his finger to his lips, pretending to think. His ginger curls fell over his eyes, giving him a more bold look. "And you have flour in your hair!"
You froze in front of him with wide eyes, and, like a fish thrown ashore, you opened and closed your mouth, unable to say a word. All your beautiful feelings and emotions that you experienced in such an intimate and exciting moment between the two of you instantly disappeared, leaving you with a gaping emptiness in your chest. It's like feelings weren't never there.
You looked at Tartaglia, who pretended that nothing had just happened, and felt a wave of irritation begin to rise in your chest. This man…
"I hate you!" You yelled as you shoved the laughing man away from your body and headed towards the bathroom to wash your hair. You covered your face with your hands. Your cheeks burned with red fire, because of embarrassment, and also because of his hot breath that he left on your cheek earlier.
And at that moment it seemed to you that you couldn't tear it off your skin with anything.
You two spent dinner in pleasant silence. You were glad that there was no awkwardness between the two of you because of what happened just recently. And you were grateful to Childe for keeping a straight face. He acted as if nothing had happened. And because of that, you didn't have to think about how uncomfortable he could felt about what happened.
You and he occasionally threw a few insignificant phrases at each other, otherwise just enjoying the cooked food in silence. You really appreciated the man's culinary skills, and for a person of his status, he cooked just fine.
When you two finished dinner, you took him into the living room, after that you brought bedding and a blanket.
"It's already very late, I think we're both tired." You said as you awkwardly smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes. You looked at Tartaglia and he nodded in understanding.
"Good night, Y/n." You flinched at the sound of your own name that escaped his lips.
For some reason, it sounded so gentle, and it seemed to you that you had never heard your name sound so beautiful in someone's voice before. You nodded and said:
"Good night, Tartaglia."
When you left the room, the man flinched. You called him by his name for the first time in your and his acquaintance. Even though it wasn't his real name, it was already a big step forward. To his cherished goal. The ice gradually began to melt.
But for some reason, thinking about how he got a little closer to winning the bet, it caused him nothing but longing. The only thing he wanted right now was for you to call him by his real name.
You didn't sleep well this night. You may have been hampered by the thought of how many things you have to do over the weekend. Or maybe you couldn't sleep because today there was a man in your apartment in the next room who evoked conflicting emotions and feelings in you.
It disturbed your sleep. You constantly thought about how rude and a moron he could be with you, but these thoughts instantly disappeared when you remembered how gentle Tartaglia was when he spoke about his family or in those rare moments of your and his closeness to each other.
Your memory has inadvertently started to drift back to that moment before dinner, when the ginger man ran his hands so gently over your cheeks. This memory made you sigh in annoyance and cover your red face with your hands.
"Damn it." You cursed.
You really thought about how unlikely you will be able to sleep tonight. So you decided to go get some fresh air on the balcony in the hope that it will help you fall asleep soon. To your surprise, you found a ginger man on the balcony, leaning on the windowsill and looking out the window.
You held your breath and didn't dare to disturb this enchanting atmosphere. There was a smell of rain in the air, a light breeze blew from outside, and it made your skin crawl. Tartaglia continued to look out the window and smoked a cigarette. Cigarette smoke formed various shapes, after that it gradually dissolved into the night air, rushing towards the dark sky, that shone with bright little stars.
The stars were reflected in his beautiful blue eyes, as if in the purest glass. His skin seemed paler than usual in the dim moonlight. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, and you thought that he could hear it, because it was very quiet around. And just as you thought that he might be able to detect your presence, you heard a hoarse voice.
"Childe."
You shuddered in fear and looked the man in the face, but now his expression wasn't mocking or bold, that you're used to. Now his face expressed only calmness and peace. Tartaglia took another puff and slowly exhaled cigarette smoke from his mouth.
"W-what?" You felt your cheeks turn red. He caught you peeping at him again.
"You can call me Childe." His voice seemed hoarse and deep when he smoked.
You didn't smoke and led a healthy lifestyle, so you didn't have an ashtray. You thought for a second, noticing a small empty cup on the windowsill.
You stepped closer to the ginger man and pushed the cup closer to him. Noticing your actions, Tartaglia nodded to you with gratitude and, taking a puff again, blew smoke from his mouth, continuing to say:
"My friends call me Childe. I'm called Tartaglia only by those with whom I'm little acquainted, or my business colleagues."
You nodded, and an unexpected warm filled your chest. It warmed your entire body, spreading through your veins to every part of your body. This feeling was so unfamiliar to you, but insanely pleasant and wonderful. You could say you could become addicted to that feeling inside you when you were next to Childe. You were pleased that he considered you his friend.
"Why aren’t you sleeping?" You asked, also looking out the window, admiring a million small stars in the dark sky.
"I can't sleep." He answered and finished his cigarette, then put it out in the makeshift ashtray you gave him. He brushed his ginger hair out of his eyes and, turning to you, asked in a low voice: "And you?"
"Me too." You sighed and shivered from the cold.
After a second, you felt a soft tissue on your body and raised your eyes in surprise at the ginger man. He stayed in one t-shirt, giving you his red shirt to keep you warm. Your cheeks turned red more, and it seemed to you that now the skin of your face was the color of Tartaglia's red shirt.
"Princess doesn't protect her health at all, since she goes out on the balcony in only her pajamas." Childe laughed merrily and tousled his hair.
"So what about you?" You asked with concern in your voice.
The ginger man turned his attention to you and slyly smiled.
"Hm, are you worried about me?"
You hid your face behind your hands in annoyance, blushing deeply. "Shut up."
Sincere laughter was heard next to you, and you carefully removed one palm from your face, looking at Tartaglia out of the corner of your eye. The ginger man stopped laughing when he looked at you again, and in that moment he felt his breath catch.
In the pale moonlight, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, you looked so cute. Your frail body in his big shirt continued to tremble slightly due to the cold air that lingered on the balcony. You were so beautiful in his shirt.
Your red cheeks treacherously told him that you were embarrassed. The sight made him tease you a little longer, but this time he decided to remain silent because he didn't want to embarrass you even more.
You pretended to be offended for a while, but after a few moments you relaxed and looked up at the dark sky again. The moon illuminated the black sky with its dim light, and small stars kept her company. You thought that when you and Tartaglia were silent, you were never embarrassed, and you felt peace.
You rarely met people with whom you were truly comfortable. And this ginger man next to you was definitely one of those people with whom you could always feel comfortable and good. So now you decided to share with him one of your innermost parts.
"I really miss my family." You said it and instantly attracted all of Childe's attention. He looked at you with interest in his eyes and rested his elbows on the windowsill.
Your cheeks flushed slightly, but you continued speaking through your embarrassment.
"That's why I sleep with plush toys. It helps me pretend that I'm not alone here. "
Tartaglia grunted thoughtfully, after that a slight silence hung between you two for a few moments. You gently rubbed your nose because you felt like you were about to sneeze because of the cold. A hoarse voice came from the man.
"Today you're not alone."
His words pleasant bliss spilled into your heart and soul, completely warming you. Neither the wind blowing from the window nor the cold air made you feel cold anymore. When Childe was around, you felt only warm.
"Thank you."
And now you were thinking that today you two have become a little closer to each other.
The sun's rays gradually began to illuminate a small alley in the park, that was located directly in front of your house. You have always liked to walk here on your free days, enjoying the pleasant atmosphere, the birds singing and the flowers that bloom when spring comes. Now, to your regret, the leaves gradually began to fall from the branches of the trees, leaving the tree trunks completely bare.
It was still early in the morning, but you and Childe were outside at such an early time, because last night you two couldn't sleep, and the two of you talked until morning, exchanging stories about your life and his life.
You smiled slightly, remembering his story about how he and his family went to a ski resort and how they played snowballs. You squeezed a small package with a certain thing inside, hoping it might impress. While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice how Tartaglia approached you, putting his phone in his trousers pocket.
"The tow truck should be here soon." He said looking at you.
You nodded lightly. In the light of the rising sun, you looked like an angel in reality. And the ginger man suddenly felt a blush on his cheeks. This didn't go unnoticed by you, so you slyly narrowed your eyes and asked:
"Oh, it looks like something confused you, Mister Red Cheeks? So curious what could be the cause of your embarrassment!"
"Princess learns to embarrass other people? Looks like I'm a good teacher." He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like he wasn't embarrassed at all.
"Don't be arrogant!" You grunted in response.
You two laughed and you looked at the rising sun. It was cold, but gradually the sun's rays began to warm your skin. Suddenly, you remembered the small package that you had been holding in your hands all this time.
"Here, take this." You said to the man, passing the package into his hands.
Tartaglia raised an eyebrow with interest, but accepted the package from your hands. He opened it and saw three small toys there. Three red foxes.
"This is…"
"You spoke so lovingly about your family, so I thought it would be nice if you gave them a gift when you get home." You said shyly, clasping your hands behind your back nervously. "I think your brothers and sister might be worried about you this night. Therefore, you should apologize to them!"
Childe excitedly felt his heart beat faster when he looked from the toys to you and back to the toys. You seemed perfect to him. Without exaggerations.
"That's very kind of you, princess." He said with a little smile, and you smiled back too.
But immediately after that Tartaglia slyly smirked.
"Do you want to steal the love of my brothers and sister from me?"
You flinched in surprise, caught off guard by his unexpected comment. You would never... Wait! Your eye twitched when you realized that the ginger man was joking again. Your cheeks instantly flushed, and you yelled in annoyance:
"I did it with all my heart! You're a fool! Stay here alone, I'm going home!"
And, turning on your heels, you threw your nose up, expressing the full extent of your resentment towards him, and hurried back to your home to finally have a good sleep. In response to your words, you heard only a loud, sincere laugh, that caused a foolish smile to appear on your face involuntarily.
Tartaglia looked after you, clutching the package with toys closer to his chest, where his heart continued to beat furiously. It seemed to him that it might jump out and chase you, begging you to stay by his side.
He smiled, assuring himself that he would do anything to ensure that this wasn't the last meeting between you and him. You made him feel like no one ever made him feel. And he didn't want to lose that feeling so quickly.
A light breeze followed you home and swept your hair in different directions, when Childe watched you walk towards your house. It seemed to him that he could continue to enjoy this view, but suddenly a message came to his phone.
He turned away from you and pulled his phone out of his pocket. His blue eyes skimmed over the text of the message.
Ayato [7:51 AM]
How is our girl doing?
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Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 6
In this part Devin becomes a regular for season 2 of ZBB: Apocalypse Rising. Back home the stay over continues, as does Rilian being a picky eater. Lastly Devin prepares to host a picnic.
For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.
Schatz (German) meaning treasure
Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation
Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children
Amore (Italian) meaning love
Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one
Caro (Italian) meaning dear
Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle
Luna: Shooting day, exciting
Devin: It always is! I’m go glad Norah hired me for another season, she’s such fun to work with. You’re not working today right?
Luna: Nope! I’ll be trying to focus on improving my research skill, I want this next promotion
Early riser Alfred is up early so Devin potty trains him while Luna eats. Afterwards Luna carries Alfred to his high chair for breakfast. Devin wakes up Rilian and tries again to coach him on the potty. He has an accident anyway.
Devin: Come on Rillian, breakfast time
Rilian: No mama, me no carry (I do not want to be carried)
Devi: Sorry caro but mama has to be on set by midday, we don’t have time for you to walk yourself
Rilian pouts and grumbles the entire way.
Devin: See, we have nice cereal
Rilian: *hums to self, ignores cereal*
Devin: Come on caro, at least try some before you turn it down
Rilian: food uck uck (yuck yuck)
Max: What’s going on in here
Devin: We’re refusing to eat our breakfast
Max: That’s it buddy, rebel against the system
Rilian: Onk Max si si *giggles* (Onkel Max silly)
Devin: Thanks for the support
Max: It’s what I’m here for
Eventually Rilian empties his bowl and sings Devin a song about food, getting none of the food words right.
Devin and Rilian walk to where Alfred is playing on the tablet by Luna who is debating the mirror again.
Devin: Now bambinos mama has to go but mama will be back, promise
Rilian: Mama play?
After a rousing play session Devin is almost out the door when Alfred requests a hug
Alfred: Bye bye mama, me love
Devin: Is that a sentence
Luna: As a professor of language I can assure you, it was not a sentence. At least, not yet
Devin: You two keep working on talking while I’m out. Te amo amore, back later
Rudolphus: Why are we doing this zombie show again
Devin: We need to pay rent
Rudolphus: Like you pay rent
Devin: I pay property taxes. Plus Norah asked
Emily: Oh gosh, they did not take good photos for continuity last time, who was even running this department
Devin: Can you find the costume
Emily: I think so, just be careful with it. If you’re becoming a regular I’ll redo it so it’s more interesting for the camera
Devin: Thank Emily, I’ll try not to dent it when I fall
Emily: That’s not funny
Devin: But there’s a scene where I fall
Emily: *sighs* Of course there is
Devin: Season 2! How’d you get the network to let me in after my character was killed off
Norah: Honey once you won that award they were happy to let me write you back in
Devin: I missed you Norah. Movie sets weren’t the same without you. So, any notes for how I should play the revival scene
Norah: *sighs*
Devin: Hey, you okay
Norah: This co-star they hired… the only simlish she knows is her lines
Devin: You’re kidding
Norah: I wish I was, thank the watcher we’ve got you
Devin: I’ll go talk to her, she’s got to know hello right?
Devin: Hello Tadelech, I’m Devin. It’s nice to meet you
Tadelech: It wasn’t the same once the bugs came
Devin: *blanks* Shall we run our lines then
Devin pulls out her script and Tadelech figures out what she means. Despite not knowing simlish to communicate Tadelech is delivering her lines wonderfully, she clearly loves acting.
Devin: It’s going to be fine. Tadelech knows her lines, that’s all she needs
Norah: I hope so, this show is just so important to me
Devin: Norah your work always speaks for itself, trust me, she can do this and you’ll have quality content
Norah remains dubious but starts filming. First up is Devin’s monologue. In it she recaps what happened on the first season and reveals that her character was merely assumed to be dead. In actuality she’s still alive, kicking and fighting the bugs!
Devin: Mina Mina Mina, you look a-mina-mazing
Mina: Rudolphus is an artist with the make up. Regular selfie?
Devin: Always
Norah: ACTION
Devin: Listen to me, this isn’t you! The bugs are inside you, changing you
Mina: The only thing that’s changed is I can see you for the coward you are
The two then pull off the choreographed fight sequence, trusting special effects to make it look realistic.
Norah: CUT
Devin breathes a sigh of relief and moves on to the next scene.
ACTION
Devin picks up the discarded looking guitar and begins to play. They’ll add the proper tune in when it’s edited but she still likes to play what should be played. Then it’s across the stage to where Tadelech waits expectantly. Together they run through the reunion scene, selling that their characters have known each other all along.
CUT
Final scene of the day leaves Devin’s character in a precarious position. Will she return for a third season? It depends on fan response.
When Devin gets home the twins are excited to see her and begin to babble incoherently.
Devin: Woah woah woah, let’s talk over dinner huh
Luna: Come on schnucki, up we go
Rilian: up mummy up
Devin: Today we’re going to try some delicious peas
Alfred: Why pez (peas)
Luna: To help you both grow big and strong
Alfred and Rilian babble to each other while the grown ups talk.
Devin: Poor thing didn’t know any simlish
Luna: None at all?
Devin: Technically she knew her lines
Joey: Did she understand what she was saying
Devin: I think so, I mean her acting seemed accurate
Luna: So you did all the scenes they needed you for
Devin: And I got gold because I’m fabulous
Potty time and neither twin has reached level 2 yet. I know it’s because I have skill difficulty higher than normal, but I do wish I could make the potty skill exempt. Then it’s story time to get the bambinos to sleep, followed by tucking in and kisses. While Luna does some more debate practice, Devin dives into trying to pick up Windenburgish.
Luna: Did you sleep well
Devin: I did, but I’m pretty excited for today
Luna: Say hi to Cassandra and Charlie for me
Devin: Will do
Luna heads to the garden to harvest where Miriam finds her, I swear Miriam always hangs around the garden. Luna then makes fruit salad for breakfast and chats to her brothers who will be leaving later on today.
Alfred: Mama what do (what are you doing)
Devin: Just updating my social media. You ready for potty practice
Alfred: Me do, me do, no we (I can do it, don't need to do it as a team)
Rilian: Mama help me
Devin: Since your brother apparently doesn’t need my superior guidance of course I can help you Rilian
They shuffle in to the bathroom and Devin coaches Rilian while Alfred tries by himself. Both methods seem to work as the bambinos reach level 2 potty!
Devin: Mummy was making breakfast, who wants a lift
Alfred: Me mama, me
Rilian: No no no
Devin: Okay then. Rilian can you keep up
Rilian: Yes. I bob (walk) mama
In the kitchen they all grab plates and begin to eat.
Luna has headed off to work and Devin begins preparation for todays event, friends kid friendly catch up. She’s making some BLT’s for the guests when the bambinos finish eating and head for the stereo to dance.
Devin: Rilian, caro, did you finish yours
Rilian: *pulls cheeky face* yes mama
Devin: Good job
Alfred: Rili not-
Rilian: Shh Alfe, shhh
Lastly Devin makes some lemonade in case anyone wants it. Rilian and Alfred are pretty happy with the yard, now full of toddler toys after Devin’s latest paycheck cleared. They hug in excitement. The guests arrive! Devin’s BFF’s Cassandra and Charlie. Cassandra brought Savannah and Mercedes (friendly reminder they’re around *checks* five and a half, while Devin’s bambinos are 3 and a quarter today). Charlie not having human children brought her furbaby Clover.
Alfred: Hi
Mercedes: Who are you
Alfred: Me is Alfred
Devin: Thanks for coming over
Cassandra: Of course, we haven’t had a hangout with just us three in ages
Charlie: Are we just going to ignore the kids
Cassandra: My girls can entertain themselves, mostly…
Devin: So long as I can keep eyeline with the pond, everyone should be fine to amuse themselves
Alfred continues to try babbling to a more literate Mercedes. Water loving Rilian meanwhile goes and has a splash about in the pond in his gumboots. In the yard Devin settles where she can keep an eye on him, and happily catches up with her best friends.
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Chloenette
Queens1234: Hi everyone today in this story Chloe confesses to Marinette and Adrien and Alya have to come up with a back fire plan so Chloevand Marinette won’t be together ……………..
Mari: It’s cold out here where r u Alya? ………… Alya: Sorry about that I was down stairs reading my new book. Mari: Oh okay cool, I was looking at Adrien new commercial. Alya: Oh wow not again, I had figured u we’re gonna say that… you love watching Adrien’s commercials, well I was wondering if you want to come sleep over at Adrien’s house because I’m at his house right now, and he is planning on having an party…. Mari: Wait what I was baking some treats for Tiki and the others… Alya: K, i be waiting for u. Mari: I’m almost done packing… so I will be coming… soon… Alya: Ok Great see ya later. Mari: Bye…………….. Sabine: Marinette what r u doing?…………….. Mari: I was packing, because i am spending the whole week for spring break at Adrien’s house. Sabine: Oh okey that was nice of him to invite you over. Mari: Yeah ik… i”ll be there in a few minutes… once Adrien and Natalie comes,And Alya, maybe Nino to Idk 🤷♀️?? Sabine: Alright I love you Marinette I hope u will enjoy your time their… *The Car Arrives* Adrien: Hey,Mari what’s up with you today??? Mari: Uh.. n-nothing m..much I just had finished baking pastries. Adrien: Oh okay…. Alya: What’s up Mari??? Mari: N-Nothing… Alya:Oops my bad… I think we might have a little problem… Adrien: What is going on?? Natalie: According to the house chart it says that an tornado is coming to Paris at 6 pm tomorrow and is gonna stay until May or June. ……… Mari: Oh No, that’s that’s, bad news…….I feel really sorry for u Adrien because this………. means u can’t have your party.* Adrien sighs* *They Arrived at the Mansion* Adrien: Ima go to my bed room…* sighs* Mari: Adrien what’s wrong is everything ok? Adrien: It’s this girl.. I I like b-but I don’t know if she likes me back……Mari: Do I know her? Adrien: It depends her name starts with an “M and ends with An E”. Mari: Me?? Adrien:Yeah but the second reason in crying is… I feel like my dad doesn’t care about me at all. Mari: I will always care about u Adrien. Adrien: R-Really… Sniffs* Continues crying* Adrien: 😓!! Mari: Actually, Adrien I need to confess something to ya i… I Uh.. I like y-you more than a friend. Still cries*
Mari: Adrien stop crying please…… Adrien: Ok sniffs* Mari: Mwah 😘… Adrien: W-What….. okay…
Marinette kisses Adrien Again*
*Adrien kisses Mari*Chloe: What is going on!!!! Adrien stops kissing Mari* Adrien: Oh hi Chloe l.. can explain…… Chloe: Unacceptable!
Chloe: I can believe you had invited this loser over, I told ya I don’t do losers…. at all! Chloe: I thought me and u are best cousins, but how am I supposed to trust u when you invite a loser over?? Adrien: I really like Marinette and I’m not gonna let u have her! And plus, who ever said we were best cousins? If you keep lying like Lila. Chloe: I don’t even lie like that you should know that Adrien… Mari: Lemme guess you came here for Adrien? Chloe:Wrong! Adrien:DO NOT TOUCH MY M’LADY! Chloe: SHUT UP! Chloe: Marinette, u better listen to me loud and clear, u better pay attention or ima kiss u to death!
Mari: Chloe stop please it’s freaking 2 am in the morning nobody haves time to… listen to what you have to say about….. Chloe kisses Marinette~
Marinette jumps on Chloe- Adrien:Damn!
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A tribute to my Moon
In the news of Moonbin's death, I've been really struggling but I thought I'd share something amusing and cute about my journey with Astro. Not many know but Astro was my first ever kpop group. One day I was bored and watching web dramas and stumbled upon "To Be Continued" and I immediately fell in love. Moonbin was immediately my bias(I will admit that later Rocky became my bias but Moonbin has always had a special place in my heart and was my biad wreaker). Moonbin's smile and personality always stuck out to me and brought me comfort. Anyways so I have been with them since late 2016 when they were still relatively new.
The other day I decided to look through my old writing and found a folder called "Kpop Writing" I immediately opened and read all of them as I had forgotten about them and was curious. I was immediately shocked to find a piece I wrote in 2017. It was about Astro. So today I thought I'd share that piece completely unedited cause I want it to stay in the happy awful writing of my 16-year-old self. If I had continued writing this I would have totally made Moonbin the love interest. Anyways if you want to read some pretty bad writing here it is. Rest in peace, my sweet Moonbin.
Sprinting down the cobble streets feet aching. Then suddenly slam and I’m down on the ground. Coffee drips from an empty cup, the rest, all on me. Not even a single drop on the person I crashed into. I sigh wanting to scream. I was already late for my crappy job as a Batista but now I was covered in coffee. And it wasn’t just coffee it had whipped cream and caramel. I look up to the person in front of me. They are tall and the sun blocks there face from my eyes. I jump up quickly.
“I’m so sorry! Here let me pay!” I say quickly pulling out money.
“No it’s alright! If anything I should be giving you something.” He pauses, “Oh, here.” He pulls a hoodie from his backpack.
“This literally is what I need I was just heading to my job, thank you. How can I get this back to you?” I nervously look up to see a very tall dark haired boy in front of me.
“Don’t just keep it.” He says.
“At least give me your number I need to pay you back.” I mumble.
“Alright.” He smiles. I hand him my phone and he puts in his info.
“Alright great. I’ll text you. Bye.” I say and run off. I rush all the way to my job stumbling over my feet.
“Your late.” I hear as I stumble through the door.
“I know, I'm sorry. I ran into someone and got coffee spilled all over me.” I mumble putting my apron on over the hoodie he gave me.
“Well luckly you work with coffee.” Sara says coming around the corner with a drink in her hand.
“Sure that's what you call it, lucky.” I turn around as the door rings, signalling a customer. “Good morning.” I say.
“Morning.” A voice says cheerfully. I turn around to see a group of 6 boys. One looks very familiar.
“Its you.” The boy says staring at you.
“I'm just as surprised.” I mumble.
“What do you mean?” The tallest says staring at me. He plays with his newly dyed hair.
“I know, this is the girl he ran into.” The shortest says smiling a almost cheesy smile.
“More like I ran into him, again sorry. Anyways what can I get for you?”
“Six hot chocolates please.” The shortest says.
“How much?” The tallest says pulling out money.
“I’ll pay. I did ruin his other drink.” I say smiling.
“No you shouldn't.” The guy from before says.
“What why?” I ask.
“How about you come to our practice and tell us if its good?” The tallest one says. I look at him confused. He seems the youngest of the six which fits with his randomness.
“Yeah!” The shortest says.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Were trainees.” The guy from before says.
“Oh. Alright I'll come.” I say and smile.
“Y/n have the day off. Go change and have fun.” Sara says from behind me.
“Really? Thank you.” I say and practically jump up and down. I grab my stuff and take off my apron. I meet them outside and smile.
“Hi. I’m MJ.” The shortest says shaking my hand, I smile. “This is Sanha.” He says pointing to the tallest one who looks the youngest. “The two shorties over there are Rocky and JinJin.” He says pointing to a dark brown hair boy and a dyed blonde boy. He called them short yet there taller than him. I laugh.
“I’m Moonbin and he’s Eunwoo.” The guy from before says and points to the dark haired boy next to him.
“Nice to meet you I'm Y/n.” I say shyly and smile.
“Come on it's cold.” Sanha whines and runs off towards the tall entertainment building. I laugh and follow after the boys. I walk beside Moonbin and look at him nervously.
“I'm really sorry about before.” I say.
“Don't be. I wasn't looking either.” He says smiling down at me.
“When should I get this back to you.” I ask pulling at the hoodie.
“I already told you just keep it. It looks cute anyways.” He says and I see a slight pink on his cheeks making me blush and smile.
“Alright.” I mumble hugging the to big hoodie around me. We walk through the doors of the building and I stop in awe. The building is huge and modern. It has pictures lining the wall of people I know from kpop and TV.
“Cool right?” The boy named Rocky says.
“Yeah.” I mumble looking over at him.
“Come on let's go to the practice room.” Sanha says excitedly and grabs my hand pulling me forward.
“Alright.” I say smiling at his childishness. We walk down long halls and I'm pretty sure were lost until he pulls me into a dance studio. My eyes widen. This is the biggest practice room I've seen.
“Here sit down.” Sanha say pulling me to the couch at the front. I sit and watch as he runs off to the others. Music starts to play from the speakers and the boys dance. I stare in amazement as they don't mess up.
The music stops and there all huffing and puffing. I jump up and clap happily.
“That was amazing!” I say.
“Thanks.” Jinjin says leaning on Eunwoo.
“Here you are.” A man says entering the room. “Were going to talk about tomorrow's schedule.” He says to the boys then trails off as he spots me. “Who’s this?”
“This is Y/n.” Sanha says happily as I bow my head.
“Sorry for intruding.” I say.
“Its alright.” He says and pauses, “Have you ever thought about going into the entertainment business.” He says after a minute.
“I thought about it but was nervous.” I mumble.
“Can you dance, sing, or rap?” He asks walking closer.
“I like to but I don't think it's any good.” I say shyly.
“Can you show us?” He says sitting on the couch.
“I guess.” I say shyly.
“Yeah! You'll do great!” Mj yells running to the couch. The boys follow with faces of slight shock. They all sit down.
“Don't feel like you have to.” Rocky says.
“Its ok.” I mumble shyly. “What first?”
“Dance please.” The man says smiling.
“Alright.” I mumble. Someone starts the music and Bts Dope plays. I smile happily, I had just choreographed a dance to this. I dance around and as soon as I'm done I'm greeted by clapping.
“That was so cool! Did you choreograph that?” Sanha asks excitedly. I nod my head.
“That was great. Could you please rap and sing for us. Whatever song you want.” The man says.
“Alright.” I say and start to sing (add song title) and even do the rap. After I'm done I look to them nervously. The boys are staring at me wide eyed.
“Sorry I'm not very good.” I mumble.
“Yeah.” The man pauses, “your amazing.” He says smiling. “How would you like to join a group here?” He asks smiling. I look at him in shock.
“Really?” I squeak. He nods. I stare at him wide eyed and nod quickly. The boys cheer and run up to me. Sanha hugs me and then suddenly its a group hug.
“Call your family and have them come here. For now stay with the boys will I talk to the boss.” The man says leaving.
“That was amazing. The manager must have thought you looked perfect.” Eunwoo says smiling.
“Well look at her.” Mj says laughing. I blush shyly.
“I guess I should call my family.” I say sitting on the couch. I pull out my phone and call them as the boys joke around and Moonbin sits beside me.
“Thank you.” I say smiling.
“What?” He asks.
“Us bumping into each other and you bring me here has lead this to happen. So its thanks to you.” I say and here my mom pick up. “Hi mom.” I say right before Moonbin can say that it's not true.
“Hi sweetie. Why are you calling?” Her voice spills through the speaker.
“It's actually a long story but can you and dad come to (studio name) please? It's very important. I'll meet you in the lobby.” I say happily.
“Why?” Mom says nervously.
“It's a long story but could you please come.”
“Alright alright, be there in five.” She says laughing, “see you soon.”
#Astro#Moonbin#I miss him#Rest in peace#kpop#astro fanfic#astro trainee au#hope you enjoyed my funny 16 year old self's writing
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08May(23)
Hey You,
Its been some time since I last spoke to you, or gave some sense of an update of what’s going on in my life. I’m finally in a safe space to do so.
-While listening to Fred Again & Brian Eno’s Album : Secret Life-
9 or so months ago I was in a weird situation. Months prior I got into a bad wreck (No physical damage) that left me financially stuck. Paying bills that would just roll over into the next bill. While at the same time trying to keeping my composure the only way I know how, by just drinking and just being out. Eventually I got let go from my job that I hadn’t put in a full year in. To only lucky to find work shortly after dong something less than what I would normally do.
Time passed the new job seemed to have its potential. I packed everything up and ventured out into asking a coworker for help. Little did I know I would be couch surfing for the next couple of months instead of securing a place to call my home. The place I stayed at was a run down house turned into units. I didn't have a way to get in sometimes so their were moments I had to break in just to get to the unit I was staying in. Most of the people stayed there were either on one or something more stronger than the common recreational drug. (No judgements). All the while my drinking habits continued to dwindle in the loops they always were. Eventually my coworker/roommate got let go, and my living situation was up in the air. My moral at work was slowly diminishing after I was told I wont advance up, and should just try working at another bar if I wanted to do I what I’m passionate about. By the end of November I was taken off the schedule (Silently let go). After my buddy got let go he stopped paying rent and eventually got an eviction notice. He went to court. Lost the case, and had to be out within a month. All the while its Dec-Jan and I’m looking for work.
I hit up a old colleague to catch up on life, & my situation. He got into solar sales, and was slowly working his way on making a living with it. Told him my situation and he offered to help me out. By this time it’s Jan and we are now staying pass the eviction date. Leaving the place felt like walking on eggs shells on getting caught/told to get out. My buddy got a job and was putting his eggs on a new venture. All the while we’re siphoning power from the apartment main grid.
I finally got prospected for work and said, “enough was enough”. I hit up my friend Thomas and he got me out of there. I didn’t tell Adam bye, and I didn’t have to. We all have our own journey and things to tackle. Mine was getting my life back together and him the same. I got hired at this nice theater in town and got prospected for a bartendering job at a Hotel I had my eyes on for work. I did the interview and got hired on the spot. Full-Time w/benefits.
Started in February and have been working there since. The money turned out to be more than I’ve gotten in a long time. I hadn't felt so comfortable nor financially secured/solid in a long time. Surely but Surely the time staying with my buddy Thomas was coming to an end. By the middle of April I pulled the trigger and said (”Its time to get the fuck out of here and do my own thing now!”) So I found a place about 6 mins of a drive commute to work in a nice part of town near my job which is in the heart of downtown SA. 30mins of a walk commute if I don't wanna Uber home.
As of May 5th I can finally saying I passed the bridge of getting my life together. and since the 30th of April I’ve been sober. My next bridge to cross is keeping sobriety part of my life. May sound simple but in my industry it’s income. So finding new habits, discipline and being productive in new ventures I feel will keep me on the right track. Though this is a new beginning and its can shift one way or another. Call it Destiny, Fate, Luck or Just coincidence everything aligning the way that it did only makes my drive to become more stronger, more sharper, and more better than ever before!
I hope everything is going okay or better for you. Feel free to drop a message anytime.
Your Truly,
Rico a.k.a June-of-Earth
p.s.
So... One night being out a few months after I left that trap house and was settled in at the new job (I wanna say March/April). I went out to the bar that I worked at (free man that I am) to have some late night food and drinks. I ran into the tenant next next door to the unit I was staying in (who also worked at my previous job) who told me that the place burned down. To my surprise I asked “When?” When she told me the date is was two days after I packed up and left. So I asked her, “what caused the fire?” Well it turns out it was an electrical fire, and that the other tenants living there (not only my ex-roommate) were siphoning electricity which lead to the place burning down. (Crazy.)
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Hi!!! I love your writing it’s so soft & cute 💗 Can I request something for Suga, Sakusa, and Mattsukawa forgetting your birthday and how they eventually make it up to you. Thank you and hope this isn’t too much :)
forgetting their s/o’s birthday :(
w/ suga, matsukawa, and sakusa!
part 1!
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(a/n: WHEN I TELL YOU YOU READ MY MIND BRUH BYE😭 i always wanted to write about characters forgetting important dates even before i started this blog HAHAH anyways
thank you sm for requesting anon! i hope i’m able to do this prompt justice😔 i did write these in the timeskip since i think i’m better at it this way. also idk why but this writing went on for way longer than i expected⁉️)
suga
suga’s been exhausted lately
being a teacher requires quite a lot of energy, especially when teaching a class of rowdy children
he often comes home too tired to do anything
and you really can’t blame him; you know you’d be the same in his position
but tomorrow is your birthday, so you’re hoping you’ll be able to do a little something, nothing big though
koushi’s always been very considerate, so you think he’ll probably be able to put his work down for a minute
even if you’ve never seen your birthday as that big of a deal, he’s always celebrated it with you anyway :)
you wake up to sunlight filtering through the blinds on the window, and yawn. you smile; today’s your birthday!
you reach over on koushi’s side of the bed, only to find that it’s cold there. you sit up, confused. and then you realize that he probably just left early for work today.
you check your phone to see if he’s sent you anything this morning, but it comes up blank. you shrug, figuring he’ll probably just come home this afternoon and wish you a happy birthday himself.
you spend the day enjoying your day off, watching your favorite shows and lounging around. obviously you wish suga was with you, but you know he needs to work today, so you have a little self-love session.
4:00 approaches and you wait for him to come home, as he usually comes home around this time. you wait, and wait, and figure maybe he just had some things to do at work.
then 6:00 rolls around and you’re a little bit tired of waiting around, but you figure it’s not that big of a deal.
it’s past 8:00 when you’ve become irritated, your phone empty, not a single message from your boyfriend in your inbox.
then, you finally hear the door open, and you go to see him. he gives you a peck on the lips and continues down the hallway towards his desk, where he sits down and sets up his laptop. he doesn’t pick up on your irritation at all.
“so,” you start. “where have you been?”
“work,” he mutters, eyes focused on the screen of his computer. you scoff, and he finally looks up at you. “what?”
“i don’t know, i just thought we’d do something today. you’re always busy.”
he sighs, as if he doesn’t have the patience to deal with you. “i know, baby. but i need to finish this, okay?” he turns back to his screen.
“seriously? that’s all you have to say?”
“y/n, i don’t have the energy for this. we’ll do something later, okay?” he says, not even paying attention to you.
and then it finally dawns on you that, he forgot.
you want to say something but decide against it, turning on your heel and entering your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.
suga sighs, exhausted, and looks at the time on his computer. 9:28 pm, the clock reads, next to the date. then his eyes finally find the date, and his heart drops.
he scrambles around on his laptop, afraid to check his calendar to confirm, but it’s lying there, outlined in red, fat letters.
it’s your birthday. and he completely forgot.
then he remembers the way you were acting, and everything makes sense now. and then he remembers how he treated you. he feels terrible.
he knocks twice on the door and opens it to find the light off and you in bed already, turned away from him on your side. his chest pangs with regret.
he kneels down in front of you, and you turn away from him.
“baby?”
no response.
“i’m sorry, y/n. i totally forgot about today and i—”
“it’s fine, koushi. you were just busy,” you cut him off, voice embarrassingly watery.
“that’s not an excuse, okay? i should’ve made time for you, and i got so caught up in my work that i just forgot that i’m not the only one in this relationship,” he explains. “please let me make it up to you?”
silence.
“i love you?” he tries again, heart in his throat. he waits a few moments.
then you turn back over to face him, and your eyes are watery.
“i just missed you.”
his own eyes are filling up now, and he puts his forehead on yours.
“i’ll be better from now on, okay?”
you nod, that smile he loves taking its rightful place on your face.
he laughs softly.
matsukawa
you know mattsun loves you (he really does)
but lately it seems like he hasn’t had any time for you
you know that he’s always quite busy, what with work and other friends
but sometimes you wish you could just spend some time alone with him
luckily, your birthday is coming up!
every year, you and issei spend the day together just relaxing and being with each other
you’re looking forward to just having a day to spend with him :)
issei has already left for work when you wake up, and you send him a message telling him to have a good day.
today, you figure you’ll be productive, organizing the pantry and doing a little cooking for yourself.
it’s late in the afternoon when issei finally comes home, and you get up, excited to see him! you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze gently, your face in his chest. but something’s wrong, because he doesn’t hug you back in the way he usually would.
he walks past you and into the living room, and he doesn’t seem to be in a good mood today.
“is everything okay?” you ask. he shrugs.
“work has just been exhausting lately,” he mutters.
“oh,” you reply. “maybe you should take some time off, relax a bit?” he scoffs, as if the idea offends him.
“i can’t do that right now, y/n.”
“well, maybe you have to. i feel like i never see you anymore; you’re never even around,” you mumble, frustrated.
he seems to be getting just as irritated as you, because he sighs in annoyance.
“look, you can’t expect me to spend every hour of every day with you. some people actually have things to do. don’t put this on me just because you’re lonely, okay?” you reel back, hurt.
why is he treating you like this? and on your birthday?
and then you realize that he doesn’t even know. and that hurts even worse.
“issei, i’m not asking you to throw away your life for me? but it’s like you don’t even care about spending time with me anymore!”
he puts his head in his hands, frustrated.
“y/n, why are you so mad at me? i’ve had a really fucking rough day today, and i don’t need you yelling—”
“well maybe if you hadn’t forgotten my fucking birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset!”
he freezes. what?
you turn away from him, eyes watering angrily, and stifle a sob. you don’t even care that much about your birthday, but the fact that he didn’t even care enough to remember stings bitterly.
meanwhile, issei is helplessly counting dates and weeks in his head. he’s reeling through a calendar in his mind, and when he finally realizes what day it actually is, his heart stops for a second.
“baby...”
“just forget it,” you whisper, voice tiny. “it wasn’t that important anyway.”
he tries to reach for your hand but you push him away.
“i’m just gonna go to bed, i think,” you mutter under your breath. “i’m sorry for yelling at you.”
as you leave, mattsukawa watches you go, and while he’s desperate to catch you and apologize, you’re probably angry at him and he doesn’t want to make it worse.
the more he thinks about it, the worse he feels. when he can’t think of the last time the two of you just spent some time together, he realizes you were right. he put his own problems in front of you, and in doing so, he hurt your feelings. he couldn’t even remember your own birthday. determined to make things right, he takes out his phone.
around half an hour later, he opens the door softly. the lights are off and you’re on your side, still sniffling quietly. the bed dips behind you, and you turn to see issei next to you. he lies down on his side, facing you, and brings your face close to his. he noses at your cheek affectionately, and while you’re upset, you’ve missed his touch so much you can’t push him away.
“i’m taking a week off just for the two of us, okay?” he whispers against your lips. your eyes get watery again. issei doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive himself for making you cry on your birthday.
“you did this for me?” you whimper.
he sighs regretfully. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t even realize how much i was neglecting you. please let me make it up to you?”
you laugh, sobbing pathetically, and bury your face in his chest.
“okay,” you giggle softly. “cuddles?”
he pulls the covers over you and holds you close.
“anything.”
sakusa
dating a pro athlete was never something you pictured yourself doing, ever
but now that you’re doing it, you can’t see your life any other way :)
the only thing is, sakusa always has a lot on his plate
having a balance between you and the rest of his life has always been difficult
and lately, it feels like he’s been drifting away
you miss him :(
buttt thankfully your birthday is coming up, so you hope that’ll give you some time alone with each other!
sakusa has been very busy with the MSBY team, and it’s been hard for him to think about anything else.
today, he’d left super early in the morning to get to practice. the team had to condition even harder than usual, and kiyoomi was already running on low energy when they began actual practice. and now, practice is over, and he’s irritable and all he wants to do is go home and sleep.
meanwhile, you’ve been at home, waiting for him to come back after practice. neither of you are that big on birthdays, but you’re hoping that you’ll be able to spend a few hours with him before the day is over.
when he finally walks through the door, you get up and take his bag for him, welcoming him home. he mutters a thanks under his breath.
you notice that he’s even more tired than usual, and you nudge at his arm. “you okay, omi?”
“tired,” he murmurs.
“oh,” you respond. “wanna watch a movie? or are you hungry? we could always—”
“i don’t feel like doing anything right now, y/n.”
you deflate. “sorry, i just figured that you’ve been so busy lately, and i thought maybe it’d be good for you to relax.”
“i think it’d be good for you to just leave me alone right now, y/n. i need to rest, and you’re just being a distraction.” sakusa rests his head against the couch, closing his eyes.
your heart stings at that, and now it’s clear to you that he doesn’t even remember what day it is. there’s a lump in your throat, and you swallow.
“right.”
you decide to leave and let him be, walking into your bedroom and closing the door behind you. he probably didn’t even notice that i left, you think.
kiyoomi is laying on the couch, head tilted up to the ceiling, when his rest is interrupted by his phone ringing. he plans to ignore it, but it’s so loud that he just picks it up in annoyance.
“what,” he grits out, irritated.
“chill dude, i was just checking in to see how you were doing!” atsumu chuckles into the phone on the other side. “you looked like you were about to fall over at practice.”
“well, i was trying to get some rest in right now, but then someone decided to call me,” sakusa mutters. atsumu laughs again.
“okay, well, i’ll leave you to it then,” he continues. “oh wait, tell y/n i said happy birthday!”
sakusa grumbles at that, about to hang up when atsumu’s words register in his head.
he sits up, fully awake now. “what?”
“tell them i said happy birthday; i didn’t get a chance to text them at all today,” he explains.
“...”
“omi?”
“i’ll call you back.”
“what—”
he hangs up the phone and stares at it for a while.
fuck. fuck. fuck. what day is it? i could’ve sworn.. there’s no way.. kiyoomi’s mind is racing.
his heart is beating rapidly in his chest as he checks his reminders on his phone. and there it is, bolded neatly: “y/n’s birthday.”
“fuck,” sakusa swears, burying his face in his hands. he can’t believe that he forgot. the fact that atsumu remembered and he didn’t.. god, he fucked up. badly.
he called you a distraction and told you to leave him alone when you just wanted to spend some time together. and now he feels like the worst boyfriend in the world.
he opens the door after knocking on it softly. he sees you gasp softly, hiccuping, and then bury your face in your pillow in an attempt to seem asleep. he would laugh at your adorable behavior if he didn’t feel like absolute shit right now.
for now, though, he sits on the bed next to you, and pulls the covers off of you. you shiver, and he scoops you up into his lap. you feel warm and soft, and you hide your face away from his gaze in his chest. he kisses your hair affectionately, and you sniffle at the gesture. you cry into his shirt, comforted by his touch.
“i’m sorry, y/n,” he mumbles. “i’m sorry for forgetting about today and for neglecting you and for being a complete asshole to you when you didn’t do anything wrong.”
your grip on his shirt tightens, and you snuggle in closer to him.
“i love you, okay? i never wanted to hurt you, and i hate myself for doing that to you.”
at that, you look up at him, teary-eyed and nose red from sniffling.
“���s okay, omi. i’m not mad at you for forgetting about my birthday. i just miss you being here with me. sometimes it feels like you don’t even want me anymore.”
kiyoomi looks down at you in disbelief. how could you think that? he can’t even imagine how his life would be without you in it.
he puts your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away your tears. he lays a kiss on your lips, and then a couple on your eyelids, and more on your cheeks.
“i’d never want to live in a life without you. i need you,” he whispers.
“so sappy,” you mumble. a soft smile graces his lips.
“shut up,” he mutters, quiet and sweet.
yeah, you think. we’ll be okay.
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French Class [6]
A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!
genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut
words: ~ 3.8 k
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You: can I come over? I kind of need u
H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone
It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.
The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.
“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”
You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.
“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.
“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.
“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.
“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.
“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”
You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.
“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”
With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.
“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.
“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”
He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”
“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”
“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”
“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.
“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.
“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.
“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.
“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.
“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”
At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.
“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.
“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.
“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.
“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”
“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.
“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.
“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.
“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”
He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.
“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”
You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.
“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.
“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.
“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.
“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.
He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.
One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.
“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”
In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.
Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.
“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.
“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.
Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.
“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”
This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.
When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.
“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.
“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”
“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.
“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.
The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.
Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.
Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.
Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.
The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.
Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”
He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.
He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.
“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”
Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.
“Okay,” you answered.
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Fury’s Daughter
AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!
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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.
You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.
You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.
No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.
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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.
The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.
“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.
“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile
“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.
“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows
“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged
“they can take care of themselves, come on!”
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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.
To eliminate the Hydra scum.
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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week
“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him
“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.
The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.
They must have gotten the information
“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.
“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.
“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word
Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing
You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side
You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.
You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.
“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.
The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.
You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful
“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit
“D-dad…”
“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”
“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.
Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded
“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.
“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound
Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.
You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help
“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,
“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.
“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.
“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”
“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.
They kept calling for you but you never answered back.
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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.
Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.
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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.
“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.
“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.
Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.
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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.
“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N
“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual
“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent
“and who is the Hydra?”
“Y/n…”
Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.
“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”
Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…
“I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”
The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot
“W-what?” Bruce asked
“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”
“B-but she had the brand-“
“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.
All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…
“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”
Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face
“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them
“Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.
“Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”
Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…
“Nick-“
“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.
“you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.
“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.
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His Lovely Girl.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Requested: nope
Warnings: insecurity
Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!
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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.
Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.
It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.
"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.
Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.
And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.
When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.
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Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.
2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.
She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.
Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?
Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.
The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.
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"Baby, I'm home!"
Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.
His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.
He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…
But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.
What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.
Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.
"I don't want it."
Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.
Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.
"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."
She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.
hey, do you know what's up with y/n
why what happened
she's in a really bad mood
she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it
she usually loves them but today…
OH WAIT
I know what happened
she texted me in the afternoon
something about a comment on Instagram or something
ig that's why she's in a bad mood
oh
thanks
I'll check it out
He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.
Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.
He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.
"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.
Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."
"But Seb…"
"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.
They were happy tears.
"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.
As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.
His girl, his lovely girl.
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Drunk in love- Bang Chan imagine.
This is pure imagination. Minors don't interct.
Contains: explicit stuff fingering, blowjob, sex etc.
Red lights mv is the reason for this imagine.
Being alone never bothered you until now. Being alone at a place you don't belong. Sitting in An expensive night club, after quitting your job you decided to have time for yourself and do all the things you missed out so and the sixteenthth goal of your list was drinking in the city's most stunning and expensive club, you decided to get Fully wasted while slurping various wines, champagne, sweet Mimosa etc. but after seeing the price you realised that the one shot of vodka's price was equivalent to your whole month's grocery budget.
So yeah this is how you were struck, with a beautiful woman who gave you rich CEO vibes slightly drunk and was ranting about some buisness stuff you barely knew.
And she was really something else so damn pretty, elegant even her voice was sexy even though you were quite straight you wouldn't hesitate to be her sugar baby cause Money .
You don't understand how a powerful women like her was being so vulnerable infront of you, maybe because you helped her fixing her expensive backless dress, which was on edge of tearing, who didn't expect her to give you such a great treatment and open up to you. It has been 2 hours since you have been with that stunning women, but now you were really tired and was just wished to go to your nest. While being deep in your thoughts that women whose name was Sana (pretty people have pretty name too) her phone ranged .
" hey, your phone is ringing", you said her softly resulting her in giving a whiny look.
" whoever that is calling can suck fuck itself, you hear me , ignore it", Sana said after silencing her phone and again giving you some great intellectual knowledge.
The phone may have vibrated more than 6 times before Sana decided to to pick it and you again knew however was on the other line will be hearing tons of unique insults now ..
"hello, Bang I am absolutely fine and just having drinks with my new found friend, you relax and go, bye" Sana said screaming her lungs out as the music was hella loud. You were quite surprise by how kind she sounded, She called someone Bang as far you remembered , Must be someone special to her you thought.
"who was it? ", You asked her cautiously trying to not appear too nosy. In answer to your question she gave you a big smile and continuing " My little brother, you already know what kind of shit I am going through so he just worried for me, I am lucky right?", While describing her little bro there was a big smile on her beautiful face and yeah she surly was lucky cause the brother you had was a druggist because of whom you used to get really low on money back in days. And now the phone again rung and she picked up guess she really hated how the person on other side of line was feeling.
"Hello again", Sana said her voice really tired and vulnerable. You guessed that person on the other side asked her where she was as she said the club's name next. You really hate this club from the depth of your heart, cause you didn't got any alcohol to taste nor good food. You were bought back to reality As Sana yelled at the person who was on phone.
"I will kill you if you come here", Damn Sana sounded 1999 times more dangerous now and you were scared to death. But a little glad as someone was coming to pick her up and that meant you can go back to your dead apartment too.
"Guess he will eventually come here, I should just get fully wasted than hearing his boring lecture" Sana said after cutting the call , she signalled a waiter to your table and ordering some great quality of alcohol. Yess finally you could too get a little raste too of that sweet paradise drink, you were internally screaming as the waiter bought some nice too good to be true shots. Sana immediately gulping down three shot one after another means she just swallowed your three months grocery.
Now pushing your urge to atleast try one shot, you stopped Sana from getting wasted and distracting . Once again you killing your desires, after about 20 minutes you saw a drop dead gorgeous Man approaching your and Sana's table . That man was wearing an expensive black suit you could feel his intimidating aura even from a distance, his eyes darker than your future, even in those blurry red lights you can easily notice every feature of that hot stranger. You were bought back to reality when that stranger straight up goes to Sana who was little wasted but still sane. You salute her alcohol tolerance level.
" you fine?" The man asked Sana, now you were sure that he was Sana's little bro but you didn't thought by little she meant such a great human with outstanding body proportions. He was so sexy you were internally drowling over that sexy human's visuals.
" You seriously came here? Damn I love my brother so much", Sana said in her voice clearly indicating how drunk she was. She was smiling adorably at her bro but he looked at her with a annoyed gaze.
"get up, let me take you to your house, come", the stranger said and helped Sana to get up from her seat, which made her stumbled and now you clearly knew her alcohol tolerance level was trash, she wasn't able to even stand without any support . Your hands reached her waist in attempt to save her from falling. And that action finally made the man to look at you . your heartbeat increased so much just by his mere gaze at you . And for the first time in night he talked to you.
"who are you", he asked you . Ouch, that was an obvious question to ask but you were disappointed because how boring and uninterested his tone was with you while with Sana he sounded so fuckin caring. But regardless gulping down your nervousness, you replied to him politely.
"umm, I helped Sana slightly and from then we are talking", you knew your explanation was just trash but it atleast made that man realise that you were the 'new found friend' who Sana described on call.
"Okay, can you help me carry her back till parking lot?", The Stanger asked you, his voice now laced up with little gratitude and expectation. You simply nodded your head and wrapped Sana's one arm to your shoulder and helped her walking while that man went to pay the bill.
At parking lot you were standing with a little dead women, while waiting for him , all you saw at parking lot was beautiful and costly cars, something which you won't be able to afford it this lifetime. You never felt this much out of place before. That man's presence bought you back to reality, again feeling insecure as you standed next to Sana. She was a goddess and her brother an alluring devil.
He didn't spoke much to you and simply helped you carry Sana to the Car.
Now, an overdramatic old aged man coming out of car, which you think you knew, her deceased husband's dad, Sana had gave you her whole family history , future and economic information, apparently that old man treated Sana as his own daughter and today Sana lost the lawsuit related to her late husband's death and that was the reason for Sana's mad women behaviour today. That old man looked as Sana and it seemed like he was controlling his urge to cry, but nevertheless got inside the car with her to tired to even thank you.
Now here's when the fun begins. You were left alone alone with that alluring devil. But you sadly knew he wasn't even interested in you even 1 % so you got ready to go back to your nest and started walking until..
"wait!, Let me drop you to your home please", he said and wooow how could you say no to that glamorous offer as it was too late at night to get a bus and too hard to get a cab. You acted like a little hesitant but eventually said yes, as you didn't knew how less time it will take him to take back his offer. Following him to his car And again your jaw almost dropped it was the hottest car you ever seen in your life. And it was honour for you to get a chance to be inside it. The man opened the door for you, you not being sure if he was being a gentleman or to was preventing you to touch his car, but nevertheless you got inside it the temperature was warmer inside the car and the air freshener was doing a great job. He got on driving seat next to you and started driving.
After exiting the parking lot he asked for your address, and you just told him to drop next to bus stop cause the building you lived was apparently more like a abandoned haunted place.
he didn't forced you for further answers and started driving to your direction.
You were lost in admiring the Stranger's car from inside and literally got startled by his deep voice.
"listen, can I please drop you somewhere , your place is too far from here, I need the go somewhere today", he said you and your mood literally dropped, yeah it was true that you lived far away from club it took you 3 hours to reach there in traffic, so swallowing your disappoint you replied.
"it's okay, drop me here only", you didn't knew why your voice was so weak at the moment maybe because you wanted a little bit kindness from that man but he just ruined your every expectation.
"I am sorry, but there is another option too" that man said to when you were getting ready to yeet yourself out of his useless expensive car.
"you gonna call cab for me, no thanks I will look for it " you Said and you didn't expect to sound rude. You thought now that man will now won't hesitate to throw you out of window.
But in response he smiled, for first time in night but his smile a little evil.
"no, I meant you can spend the night at my house", he said voice laced up with nothing but purness.
And your heart stopped. Spending a night at someone else house and that someone was a dangerous devil. You immediately said no to his tempting offer but
"Please,it doesn't make me feel good to drop off a such a fantastic women of my car and you even helped my sister, I should repay your kindness, please.."
You were more than just shocked, whatever he just said was something you least expected, he fucking called me gorgeous you thought and your heart literally flied in the sky.
"no, it's okay please drop me here", you said impatiently, the nervousness kicking you on head.
"Relax, I am not gonna do anything to you, don't be afraid" he said you in such a calm tone fully opposite of his devil like demonor, you immediately melted and tried to consider his offer, his house won't be less than any luxury hotel and you being you..
"are you comfortable, letting a stranger in your house?" You asked him honestly you didn't wanted to make yourself a burden to that man. In response to your question the stranger let out a soft chuckle.
"forget me,are you comfortable being in some Stranger's house?", He asked you with strange curious tone. You honestly didn't knew the answer.
"Yes, I am comfortable, you only told you won't do anything so", your voice coming out softer a little innocent. He smiled at your answer, somehow satisfied.
"So should I take car to my house?", He asked you again, damn you wanted to shout a big ass yes, but suppressed the desire by simply nodding. And so the stranger reversed the car back to his house direction.
"what's your name ?", He asked you, looking at you finally he initiated a conversation.
"Y/N, what's your name?", You asked him.
"Chan", he simply replied.
"nice", you said and again silence. You were a super awkward person and that fact wasn't hided from Chan.
"What do you do for living?", Chan asked after some second and you frowned upon hearing that question.
"I am sorry, if it was too personal", he quickly noticed your behaviour you tried to say something "No, I am just unemployed at the moment and I am writer, yes writer", you replied what you said wasn't completely a lie you used to write some articles back in past but your recent job from which you quitted was at a restaurant.
"Wow, writers are amazing, it's great make people connect to your work", Chan complimented you for something you really didn't did. Still you took it and smiled back.
" your work must be tough sir, balancing off an company ain't easy", you complimented Chan back.
" Sana must have told you about what I do, right?", Chan asked you to which you nodded.
Again silence and in 5 minutes the car stopped infront of a skyscraper.
Rich people really live in sky. You thought.
"here we are", Chan said after opening the door for you and handing off the keys to guard.your neck almost got twisted to see end of the building.
"Done looking?", Chan asked you slightly waving his hand infront your face and damn he was veiny. Having a thing for hands was definitely your thing and Chan must have noticed your hungry gaze on his hands but didn't said anything .
"yeah let's go", you replied and started walking with him.
You both entered in heavantor. And again the same awkward air surrounding you both. Maybe it was sexual tension in Chan's mind which you scrapped off as awkward.
"Do you perhaps... Have a boyfriend?", Chan asked with a little hesitation in his, and for the first time in your whole life you got this nervous, he didn't proposed you but his question was very suggestive.
"no I don't, do you have girlfriend?", You answered and asked back.
"No", Chan answered and again silence.
"why you asked?", You again questioned him
"To know if I can make you interested in me or not", Chan said back a proud smirk dancing on his face and you were dead. He said something bold so confidently your mind pure hazey now.before you could say something the doors of hellevator opened.
"let's go", Chan said immediately getting out like he just didn't almost gave you heartattack. Nevertheless you followed him.
He put on the passcode and you both entered in his luxurious house. The house something you didn't expect. Dark, just as much dark as your future, but it looked freaking classy.
Chan showed you a room, to spend a night, but you noticed how he was holding back from something and as well as you. And you knew it was now or never.
"I am already interested in you, why would you want to make me though?", You asked if you thought it was bold but you stuttered as much as students who gave presentations.
But Chan find it alluring about you. Cliché but, he was too in daze after meeting you. And now finally his wish coming true. He smiled and come a little too close to you.
"Because, I am really interested in kissing your beautiful lips", Chan said , if this line would be came out of any normal guy then it would be to cringy, But Chan was your alluring hot devil and fantasy, someone so beautiful interested in me you thought. you tried to say the first thing that came to your mind.
"Then kiss.. me", You said the last word almost like a whisper , Chan smirked at you, you were literally his ideal type he knew you weren't innocent but ironically you were.
Chan's hand reached your cheek and made you look at him, being too embarrassed you avoided his eyes.
"Look at me, Y/N", Chan almost said as a whisper. Gathering your scattered courage you finally managed to look in to Chan's eyes and his eyes were .. scary.
"I can kiss you, right?", Chan again asked you and you sweared nothing is as hot as consent. You nodded a yes to him.
"Baby, use your words", Chan said the word baby rolled of his tongue so erotically.
"Yes", you said not breaking the eye contract.
"is it okay to Call me sir?", He asked you, now you were dead sure that this man was Kinky af. And you won't be surprised if he had a tons of chain in his bedroom.
"Kiss me, Sir", you said literally feeling so submissive to him. A last smile Chan gave you before his lips touched yours and the butterflies in your stomach exploded. His lips were soft, but the kiss wasn't he sucked at your bottom lip almost painfully and when his tongue entered your mouth, butterflies again exploded, his tongue doing wonders in your mouth , you didn't even knew a kiss so deep, so sensual can happen. With Chan's right hand at back of your neck ,the other one reached down to squeeze your hand in a tight yet sensual grip you finally feeling those veins and the kiss getting more heated.
"let's continue this in bedroom, Chan said after finally breaking the kiss to catch breath, he lifted you up in his arms and it felt so fuckin great, he was so strong even though you were little heavy Chan showed no sign of uneasiness. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and while he carried you to his bedroom, you never felt this much safe in anyone's arms as much as this hot Stranger's.
He put you down while unlocking his door, after unlocking he again carried you and softly laid you down on his grey bedsheets. His room was a mix of grey and blue a little weird but you didn't got much time to explore as Chan immediately started his ministrations on your body. He was a great man who believed in foreplay supremacy.
"Aah", you moaned a little as he sucked at your neck the little sound of yours making his dick painfully hard. He got on his knees towering your frame.
"Can your mouth handle this?", Chan asked you pointing at his memeber and were glad to give him a positive answer. Getting up, you undid his belt and removed both his pants and briefs simultaneously, Chan looking at you like a animal the whole time. The moment his erection was visible to you , you were beyond shock, he was so fucking big he won't obviously fit in your mouth, but you didn't wanted to disappoint Chan so you slowly entered the tip of cock in your mouth going little by little back and forth slowly till it was deep enough to hit the back of your throat. You slightly gagged and that sended shivers to Chan's spin ,to get that feeling again his hand wrapped around hair and detaching you from his cock.
"will you be comfortable, if I go rough?", Chan again asked you , and without any second thought you said yes to him. After being satisfied with your answer, he immediately tightened his grip on your hair and shoved you back on his cock, his tip directly coming in contract with back of your throat and a gagged being heard, you didn't expect him to be this rouf but it was such a turn on for you. You stumbled a little as he was ramming himself inside you hands gripping on to his thighs for support. He wasn't moaning too much but grunting and occasional deep breaths.
"Fuck, you have wonderful mouth babe, so fucking perfect", Chan praised you that resulted in your pussy skipping a heartbeat and encouraging you to go Even deeper.
Your one hand coming in contact with his balls which maybe was his string before cumming. He was grunting too much which meant he was close .
"keep going babe, I am gonna cum inside your mouth, will it be okay?", Chan asked and to affirm him you just increased the speed.
"don't let it fall" , Chan said and after a few seconds he bursted in your mouth, a warm feeling welcoming inside your throat and just as Chan commanded you swallowed it all without letting his seeds fall. After fully empting himself inside your mouth Chan removed his cock from your mouth.
"let out your tongue", Chan commanded you in his breathless voice you immediately following his words. Slowly removing your tongue.
You looked so submissive to Chan, the perfect person to fuck he wished to fuck. Chan spitted inside your mouth, your eyes widen on his sudden such a filthy yet hot action.
"Swallow it, babe", Chan said voice fully filled with lust. You obeyed him without any hesitation, whatever Chan was doing to you made you feel like being on cloud nine.
Chan again made you lie on the matteress , him staring at you from top, ever so submissive. Chan's hand directly reached your Fully clothed breasts his mere action made you whimper, your small little sounds were giving him so much satisfaction.
"so fucking sensitive", Chan said to himself as he his fingers were dancing on top of your breast. To eager to see your naked body, he slightly tilted your body to undo the dress zipper after successfully removing it he undid your bra next. Your breasts immediately being exposed to his eyes and Chan just lost his sanity, immediately slapping your right breast as an instict,. You moaned loudly at the sudden pain but it was pleasurable enough to make your panties wet.
"Do you like it, you like being gropped and slapped ,huh?", Chan asked you and your head in pure haze .
"yes sir I like it", you breathlessly said causing Chan to smirk , he loved to know what kind of effect he had on your body and mind. After twisting and slapping your nipples Chan finally decided to take them inside his mouth and paint them with beautiful marks. You were questioning his real identity at this moment his teeth felt like Some wolf was devouring you but it was damn pleasurable.
You were a moaner even a screamer during sex , which fueled Chan's lust to give you even more pleasure.
Being done with your boobs now Chan's hands reached your most sensitive part. He wasn't really surprised to know how much wet you were down there when his hands cupped your pussy through the panties.
"my baby is dripping, who caused her wetness?", Chans asked you in dangerous tone you just moaned at his words but he harshly slapped your cunt.
"I asked a question, answer it", Chan warned you his sudden rude tone again surprising you you stuttered as you answered him .
"you sir, I am dripping because of you", you answered Chan and he was satisfied. He entered his middle finger inside your pussy with through the cloth, the harsh texture of cloth making you moaned out. He removed your panties and without a warning entered his 2 fingers inside you and twisting them ever so harshly , Chan was a sex God.
And it was just the beginning of night.
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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 11 (NSFW) (END)
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All maids are dismissed from dinner at night.
The doors are kept sealed shut. It is clear whatever the Dimitrescus are discussing is not for ears outside of their family's to overhear.
You are thankful for the windows you have to focus on repairing while they talk. It keeps you from overthinking and that keeps you sane.
Once everything is fixed, the only physical sign of the nightmarish day you had is Cassandra's sickle, still embedded within what is no doubt a priceless painting.
You approach slowly, as though the weapon has a will of its own and can turn right around to finish the job of gutting you. Your fingers close around the leather handle. The first pull does nothing. The blade is so firmly lodged it won't budge an inch.
But you are nothing if not determined.
That is what you busy yourself with until you see a familiar fly come to land on your shoulder. It doesn't cut at your flesh, but it does bite and tug on your shirt. You understand the silent command to follow.
The insect leads you to the dining room. The table is cleaned, but the daughters are all still there, talking in hushed tones among themselves, poker faces adorning their expressions.
Three sets of yellowish eyes immediately fall to the sickle in your hand. Bela raises an amused eyebrow. The redhead whistles. "That looks sexy on you~"
"Can't imagine it would look as good in me." You give Cassandra a pointed look as you pull the chair beside her, but she only shrugs and leans back, motioning for you to hand it over.
"No... did you throw it at her?" Daniela guffaws. "And you missed?"
A sour grimace comes from the brunette. "I wasn't trying that hard..."
"What if I hadn't dodged?" you ask.
"...well. It's good that you did." Cassandra looks down at her manicured nails, as apologetic as she'll let herself be in front of her sisters.
"Do I want to know what was hit instead of Alexia?" Bela carefully asks.
"You really don't." Cassandra shakes her head and they leave it at that for both their sake.
"So." Bela speaks up after a brief moment of silence. "After our discussion with mother, we are to inform you that you're free to come and go from the castle as you please. Cassandra's key is as much hers as it is yours, now. But. Should any other maid escape using it or learn of our weakness, we'll have to do something nobody here wants."
"We'll have to brutally murder you to make an example. And whoever knows." Daniela cuts in and Cassandra gives her a glare. You aren’t looking forward to learning what their interpretation of the word ‘brutal’ is like.
"Yeah I... I could have guessed that." you reply.
"But I'm sure you're smart enough to not let that happen." Bela states. "This settles everything, I think."
"Not everything." Cassandra retorts, a shadow around her eyes.
"Cassandra, drop it. You heard what mother said." The blonde's tone grows harsh.
"What did she say, other than what we already knew?" comes the sharp bite back. "Why is she so vague every time one of us asks how we came to be?"
"I'm sure she has a good reason. What does it even matter about before?"
"Because I'm sick of having nightmares about people I don't remember!" Cassandra slams her hands onto the table. Both you and Daniela flinch back a bit.
You could have already guessed Alcina is not their biological mother. But a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place before your eyes now. And this new picture you're starting to see of the Dimitrescu family isn't a pretty one at all.
The tension between the two siblings is enough to electrify the air around the table.
"Did you ever consider it's probably for the best that you never do remember them?" Bela asks, her irritation ice-cold as opposed to Cassandra's sizzling fire. "Maybe there's a reason nightmares are all that's left."
You can see your lover's jaw clench. Cassandra's fingers curl into white-knuckled fists as she sits back down. "Don't you get these flashes? These almost-memories?"
"No." Bela says as she stands to leave. "I don't get them. And even if I did, I don't much care for leftovers."
"Daniela?" Cassandra asks, turning to her younger sister.
"I uh... I gotta go do a... thing. Bye now!" The redhead disperses into a swarm right there, before any more can be said.
Cassandra huffs in an exasperated, 'of course' manner. Only the two of you are left in the gigantic room, but you're not sure if you should speak up. You're not exactly confident in your ability to comfort others, nor can you tell where she and you currently stand. It doesn't look like either of you has the energy for any type of loaded talk.
You need each other, that much is as certain as the sun’s rise and fall.
And that's enough, for now.
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Within the next few days, Cassandra and you take your time gravitating back together.
You let the thought of her ripping you in half slowly bleed away and she probably does the same with the notion of you using her weakness against her.
It starts with little touches, on your shoulder or your hand, as you make plans to spend a night or two in your house at the village once the temperature allows it.
Then one evening she comes to your room complaining about Daniela just like the old times and it feels only natural to rub her back like you used to.
Cassandra leans into you like a purring cat.
"Oh, you're so warm..." she sighs, resting her head atop your shoulder.
Absent-mindedly, you bring your travelling fingers up to her nape, pressing at a tiny knot of tension there with your thumb. A little moan slips past her lips –you're aware of just how close to touching your neck they are– and it hits you straight in the gut. You've missed drawing these sounds out of her.
Cassandra shifts against you and every minuscule brush of her lithe form on yours brings sparks to life. Her finger reaches under your chin to tip it her way.
"If you want us to stop here I need to leave now." she speaks with that impatience in the edges of her voice you recognize well.
"What happens if you stay?" you ask. It's not just your body warming at the thought of keeping her close.
"Don't tempt me, Alexia." Her lower lip just barely traces yours as she says it. "I'm not good at resisting and you know it."
You know it. Maybe that's why you tempt her with another almost-kiss in the first place. You could never deny how badly you wanted her and that certainly hasn't changed.
Cassandra crashes your mouths together hungrily, like she's been left without it for too long and now she can't go another second without having you. Her leg crosses over yours to lift herself into straddling you, two strong thighs bracketing your hips tight.
She's trying, you can tell, to not tear both your clothes off and have what she craves hard and fast and right there.
You keep a smirk to yourself when you slip your tongue into her mouth and unhook the buttons of her outfit extra slow. Her nails press into your shoulders. You refuse to speed up.
"Can you go any faster?" she breathily pants once you trail your lips to her neck.
"I can." you say. And lightly bite her.
She's one step away from ripping your shirt off, you can tell from how her fingers curl on the fabric. So you make the smarter choice and distract her with another little bite where you know she likes it best, just underneath her ear, then guide her clothes off of her.
Cassandra pushes you back into the mattress and kisses you again while her cool hands make short work of your clothes. You let her grind her hips into you for some measure of relief as you continue to suck and nibble on her flushed, sensitive skin. Her hands find purchase on your sheets when she no longer trusts her control to have them on you.
"Will you touch me already?" she growls into your ear. You can feel how badly she needs it from the way she shakes on every caress near her center, but this is your payback for that sickle throw.
"I am." you give her a smirk, then lightly push a fingertip into tight, wet heat to cut off her response.
"Ah. I— fuck Alexia!" You've never heard her curse before. And you can't figure out why it's so sinfully hot. “Oh, yes, darling, there!”
As much as she deserves to be tormented for the fright she gave you, you can hardly contain your own lust when she's moving on top of you like this, calling you ‘darling’ and hers.
Both of you come undone not long after, gripping at each other, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room until she lowers her head over your heart, completely spent.
Your fingers gently comb through her wavy hair. For quite some time, Cassandra looks so relaxed you think she has fallen asleep on you.
Until she lifts her head up and nuzzles your jawline, in a way she probably knows kills you every time she does it. Her teeth trap your earlobe. That spells trouble even before she speaks up:
"You didn't think one round would do it, did you? After all, I have yet to pay you back for sneaking into my room and stealing my key, darling…"
Well.
It turns out you won a battle and started a war that lasts throughout the night. And it's only the first, you're sure, of many to come.
For once in your life, you can't wait for what's next.
#cassandra dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu x oc#lady dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#fanfiction#writing#resident evil village#resident evil 8#thank you for all the support it has been crazy
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To You; l.dh
+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)
summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.
3k words
this was like… ½ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakes…??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lol
also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldn’t choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))
warnings: there’s a word f*t in it
+Day 1 3:34PM
Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair.
“Um,” your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. “This is awkward,” he says, looking back at the camera.
“I started this, since we won’t be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,” he explains, “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now,” he laughs.
After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, “I just feel like— I never really show much love to you?”
There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying ‘I love you’ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didn’t really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection.
“It’s hard,” he says truthfully, “The boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I don’t know how to show you— or tell you, that I love you.”
Haechan bit his lips nervously, “and, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?”
He wasn’t sure if he was even making sense at this point.
Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, “you know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?”
+Day 4 11:47PM
“Hi,” he smiles, letting out a huff, “this is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,” he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.
He knows that you didn’t like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games.
He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair.
“Uh,” he sighs out loud, pouting. “I feel bad for staying up late last night, so I’m going to spend the whole night with you today,” he laughs.
Another moment of silence pass.
“I don’t know what to say,” he whines.
He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?
“Well, I woke up at 5PM today,” he tells you, “I ate dinner with my family— mom cooked chicken today!” he says happily, “Then, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,” he pouts.
He scratched his head, “then I showered and now this-“ he says, pointing to the camera.
“Um, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,” he says truthfully, “facetiming isn’t working, I think I’m going crazy,” he laughs.
+Day 5 7:38PM
He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing.
“Oh?” he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him.
He turned to the camera to show his screen, “Baby, you’re calling me,” he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime.
“Channie~” you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, “what are you doing, hyuckie?”
Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied.
He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you.
“Nothing,” he lies, “why did you call me, loser?”
You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. “I’m bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~”
He leans back on his chair, “wanna play games with me?”
Your face beam at his words, “Okay! I’ll get my X-Box ready now.”
Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you played daily— you only played with boyfriend.
“I’ll call you in 5, baby,” he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv.
“Kay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,” you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera.
Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, “yeah, yeah,” he says before ending the call.
He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, “I love you too, y/n.”
+Day 7 3:01PM
“Do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear— Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,” he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying.
“So, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?” he asks, “wait,” he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed.
You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didn’t really give the reaction you wanted.
“Do you not like it?” you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didn’t dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didn’t like.
“No, no!” he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. “I love it,” he says.
You knew it was a lie. He didn’t seem to like it.
“I love it,” he says, “I know I didn’t show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.”
He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago.
“No one has ever bought me a bear before,” he explains, “and when you bought it for me, it just felt— I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?”
“I really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,”
‘it was to make up for the previous present’ was your reason.
It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him.
“I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, it’s hard—and it still is,” he sighs, “I hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?”
+Day 10 9:34PM
He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in.
“Donghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?” his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table.
Instead of answering his mother’s question, he grabs the camera to film his mother.
“Eomma, say hello to y/n,” Donghyuck says.
His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, “hello my dear y/n~ how are you?”
Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, “tell her how much you miss her,”
“I think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,” she jokes. “What is this for, Donghyuck-ah?”
Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.
“I’m making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,” he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulder.
His mother’s heart warmed at his son’s words.
“You’re growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~” she cooed, pulling your boyfriend’s cheeks as he whined in pain.
You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuck’s cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.
“Eomma! I want strawberries!” he shouts after his mother left his room.
He turns his attention back to the camera, “Anyways—”
+Day 17 2:35AM
“I really like your eyes,” Haechan confesses dreamily, “your eyes are the colour of shit,” he jokes, “but they’re so shiny, baby,”
The first time he realizes he’s in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was.
When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?
“Oh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!” he chuckles.
The first thing that caught Hyuck’s eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go.
He thinks it’s adorable.
The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile.
And your adorable little laugh he adores so much.
Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth.
After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, “I’m so whip for you, you know?”
After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you.
“Everything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?” he asks you, “do you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you don’t have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.”
He laughs at how he was flirting, “you’re probably laughing too,”
His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, “well, it’s late and I’m going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,”
He let out a yawn, “goodnight y/n, I love you so much, you don’t know how happy you make me,”
+Day 20 2:56PM
This time, it was different.
He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru.
“Guess who’s this for?” he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. “Yes, you.”
He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, “you didn’t ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,” he explains.
He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if it’s 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you.
“I think you know the reason why I’m buying this for you,” he says, referring to the food. “To make you fat! You’re right, y/n,” he jokes.
That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever you’re stressed.
After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily.
Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are.
“I think you know the real reason why I’m coming over,” he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, “I can’t help it, I miss you too much, y/n,” he says in a baby voice.
He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I am never doing that ever again.”
A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside.
It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body.
He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy.
‘One day, I’m going to wear all of your clothes’ he would say whenever you steal his clothes.
You walked over to his car, “what the hell are you doing here, dummy,” you ask him, maintaining the distance.
He grabbed the bag of food from the passenger’s seat and passed it to you from the window of his car.
“Brought you food, you unappreciative bitch,” he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him.
You open the bag to see your favourite food, “my favourite food, too?!” you squeal, “Haechan best boyfie~”
He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, go and finish your project,”
You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.
“I’ll facetime you later?” he asks.
“At 11,” you confirmed.
He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in.
He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house.
“Look at my baby all happy because I brought her food,” he says, “enjoy your food, pretty,”
+Day23 6:07PM
“Day 23,” he breathes out. “I didn’t expect it to go by so fast,” he blurts out.
He puffs his cheeks out, “I don’t want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,”
He had started growing content on making videos for you every day.
“But at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!” he says happily. “I can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Well, he can’t lie he did miss doing it with you.
He sighs, “anyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!”
He missed that.
Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable.
“Ahh,” he groan, “I miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,”
He grabs his phone on the table to call you.
“Okay, bye babe, I love you, I’m going to talk to you now!”
+Day 25 4:03AM
“Hi,” donghyuck greet the camera.
Anyone could realise he wasn’t in the best mood.
It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, “we had a fight earlier today,” he says, his voice lace with disappointment and… hurt?
You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours.
He didn’t understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is.
“I’m going to give you space, because it’s what you need right now,” he says. “I hope you know I still love you no matter what,”
He bit his lip hesitantly, “I know you don’t like it when I stay up with the boys, but I don’t like you staying up to finish your work either, baby”
He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I hope you don’t get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,”
He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, “I love you,”
+Day 28 7:36PM
Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, “today is a bad day,” he starts.
Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess.
After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didn’t get a single win.
Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school.
He let out a huff, “take a break y/n,” he whines, “focus on me too~”
Letting out a pout he shakes his head, “kidding babe, get those A’s!”
“Well, now I don’t really have anything to do so I’m going to facetime you again, bye babe!”
+Day 30 10:18AM
“Hyuckie!” you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist.
You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.
“You’re not going to let go of me until I say so,” you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.
He chuckles at you, “I won’t let go of you until you say so,”
Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair.
After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend.
“Y/n,” he says, making you hum.
“Wait,” you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot.
“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, “I miss your pretty lips.”
He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss.
After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.
Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, “I made something for you,”
You gasped, “what is it?”
He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month.
He passes you the gift.
“Watch this at home?” he tells you.
You grab the CD from his grip, “okay? What is this all about?”
“Just promise me you’ll watch it at home?” he asks again, staring down at you.
“I will! I will!”
After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didn’t know how to express how much he adores you.
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Ten Things We Hate About Trad Pub
Often when I say “I’ve started a small press; we publish the works of those who have trouble breaking into traditional publishing!” what people seem to hear is “me and a bunch of sad saps couldn’t sell our books in the Real World so we’ve made our own place with lower standards.” For those with minimal understanding of traditional publishing (trad pub), this reaction is perhaps understandable? But, truly, there are many things to hate about traditional publishing (and, don’t get me wrong - there are things to love about trad pub, too, but that’s not what this list is about) and it’s entirely reasonable for even highly accomplished authors to have no interest in running the gauntlet of genre restrictions, editorial control, hazing, long waits, and more, that make trad pub at best, um, challenging, and at worst, utterly inaccessible to many authors - even excellent ones.
Written in collaboration with @jhoomwrites, with input from @ramblingandpie, here is a list of ten things that we at Duck Prints Press detest about trad pub, why we hate it, and why/how we think things should be different!
(Needless to say, part of why we created Duck Prints Press was to...not do any of these things... so if you’re a writer looking for a publishing home, and you hate these things, too, and want to write with a Press that doesn’t do them...maybe come say hi?)
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1. Work lengths dictated by genre and/or author experience.
Romance novels can’t be longer than 90,000 words or they won’t sell! New authors shouldn’t try to market a novel longer than 100,000 words!
A good story is a good story is a good story. Longer genre works give authors the chance to explore their themes and develop their plots. How often an author has been published shouldn’t put a cap on the length of their work.
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2. Editors assert control of story events...except when they don’t.
If you don’t change this plot point, the book won’t market well. Oh, you’re a ten-time bestseller? Write whatever you want, even if it doesn’t make sense we know people will buy it.
Sometimes, a beta or an editor will point out that an aspect of a story doesn’t work - because it’s nonsensical, illogical, Deus ex Machina, etc. - and in those cases it’s of course reasonable for an editor to say, “This doesn’t work and we recommend changing it, for these reasons…” However, when that list of reasons begins and ends with, “...because it won’t sell…” that’s a problem, especially because this is so often applied as a double standard. We’ve all read bestsellers with major plot issues, but those authors get a “bye” because editors don’t want to exert to heavy a hand and risk a proven seller, but with a new, less experienced, or worse-selling author, the gloves come off (even though evidence suggests time and again that publishers’ ability to predict what will sell well is at best low and at worst nonexistent.)
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3. A billion rejection letters as a required rite of passage (especially when the letters aren't helpful in pinpointing why a work has been rejected or how the author can improve).
Well, my first book was rejected by a hundred Presses before it was accepted! How many rejection letters did you get before you got a bite? What, only one or two? Oh…
How often one succeeds or fails to get published shouldn’t be treated as a form of hazing, and we all know that how often someone gets rejected or accepted has essentially no bearing on how good a writer they are. Plenty of schlock goes out into the world after being accepted on the first or second try...and so does plenty of good stuff! Likewise, plenty of schlock will get rejected 100 times but due to persistence, luck, circumstances, whatever, finally find a home, and plenty of good stuff will also get rejected 100 times before being publishing. Rejections (or lack there of) as a point of pride or as a means of judging others needs to die as a rite of passage among authors.
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4. Query letters, for so many reasons.
Summarize all your hard work in a single page! Tell us who you’re like as an author and what books your story is like, so we can gauge how well it’ll sell based on two sentences about it! Format it exactly the way we say or we won’t even consider you!
For publishers, agents, and editors who have slush piles as tall as Mount Everest...we get it. There has to be a way to differentiate. We don’t blame you. Every creative writing class, NaNoWriMo pep talk, and college lit department combine to send out hundreds of thousands of people who think all they need to do to become the next Ernest Hemingway is string a sentence together. There has to be some way to sort through that pile...but God, can’t there be a better way than query letters? Especially since even with query letters being used it often takes months or years to hear back, and...
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5. "Simultaneous submissions prohibited.”
No, we don’t know when we’ll get to your query, but we’ll throw it out instantly if you have the audacity to shop around while you wait for us.
The combination of “no simultaneous submissions” with the query letter bottleneck makes success slow and arduous. It disadvantages everyone who aims to write full-time but doesn’t have another income source (their own, or a parents’, or a spouse’s, or, or or). The result is that entire classes of people are edged out of publishing solely because the process, especially for writers early in their career, moves so glacially that people have to earn a living while they wait, and it’s so hard to, for example, work two jobs and raise a family and also somehow find the time to write. Especially considering that the standard advice for dealing with “no simultaneous submissions” is “just write something else while you wait!” ...the whole system screams privilege.
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6. Genres are boxes that must be fit into and adhered to.
Your protagonist is 18? Then obviously your book is Young Adult. It doesn’t matter how smutty your book is, erotica books must have sex within the first three chapters, ideally in the first chapter. Sorry, we’re a fantasy publisher, if you have a technological element you don’t belong here…
While some genre boxes have been becoming more like mesh cages of late, with some flow of content allowed in and out, many remain stiff prisons that constrict the kinds of stories people can tell. Even basic cross-genre works often struggle to find a place, and there’s no reason for it beyond “if we can’t pigeon-hole a story, it’s harder to sell.” This edges out many innovative, creative works. It also disadvantages people who aren’t as familiar with genre rules. And don’t get me wrong - this isn’t an argument that, for example, the romance genre would be improved by opening up to stories that don’t have “happily ever afters.” Instead, it’s pointing out - there should also be a home for, say, a space opera with a side romance, an erotica scene, and a happily-for-now ending. Occasionally, works breakthrough, but for the most part stories that don’t conform never see the light of day (or, they do, but only after Point 2 - trad pub editors insist that the elements most “outside” the box be removed or revised).
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7. The lines between romance and erotica are arbitrary, random, and hetero- and cis-normative.
This modern romance novel won’t sell if it doesn’t have an explicit sex scene, but God forbid you call a penis a penis. Oh, no, this is far too explicit, even though the book only has one mlm sex scene, this is erotica.
The difference between “romance” and “erotica” might not matter so much if not for the stigmas attached to erotica and the huge difference in marketability and audience. The difference between “romance” and “erotica” also might not matter so much if not for the fact that, so often, even incredibly raunchy stories that feature cis straight male/cis straight female sex scenes are shelved as romance, but the moment the sex is between people of the same gender, and/or a trans or genderqueer person is involved, and/or the relationship is polyamorous, and/or the characters involved are literally anything other than a cis straight male pleasuring a cis straight female in a “standard” way (cunnilingus welcome, pegging need not apply)...then the story is erotica. Two identical stories will get assigned different genres based on who the people having sex are, and also based on the “skill” of the author to use ludicrous euphemisms (instead of just...calling body parts what they’re called…), and it’s insane. Non-con can be a “romance” novel, even if it’s graphically described. “50 Shades of Gray” can sell millions of copies, even containing BDSM. But the word “vagina” gets used once...bam, erotica. (Seriously, the only standard that should matter is the Envelope Analogy).
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8. Authors are expected to do a lot of their own legwork (eg advertising) but then don't reap the benefits.
Okay, so, you’re going to get an advance of $2,500 on this, your first novel, and a royalty rate of 5% if and only if your advance sells out...so you’d better get out there and market! Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a following? Guess you’re never selling out your advance…
Trad pub can generally be relied on to do some marketing - so this item is perhaps better seen as an indictment of more mid-sized Presses - but, basically, if an author has to do the majority of the work themselves, then why aren’t they getting paid more? What’s the actual benefit to going the large press/trad pub route if it’s not going to get the book into more hands? It’s especially strange that this continues to be a major issue when self-publishing (which also requires doing one’s own marketing) garners 60%+ royalty rates. Yes, the author doesn’t get an advance, and they don’t get the cache of ~well I was published by…~, but considering some Presses require parts of advances to get paid back if the initial run doesn’t sell out, and cache doesn’t put food on the table...pay models have really, really got to change.
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9. Fanfiction writing doesn't count as writing experience
Hey there Basic White Dude, we see you’ve graduated summa cum laude from A Big Fancy Expensive School. Of course we’ll set you up to publish your first novel you haven’t actually quite finished writing yet. Oh, Fanperson, you’ve written 15 novels for your favorite fandom in the last 4 years? Get to the back of the line!
Do I really need to explain this? The only way to get better at writing is to write. Placing fanfiction on official trad pub “do not interact” lists is idiotic, especially considering many of the other items on this list. (They know how to engage readers! They have existing followings! They understand genre and tropes!) Being a fanfiction writer should absolutely be a marketable “I am a writer” skill. Nuff said. (To be clear, I’m not saying publishers should publish fanfiction, I’m saying that being a fanfiction writer is relevant and important experience that should be given weight when considering an author’s qualifications, similar to, say, publishing in a university’s quarterly.)
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10. Tagging conventions (read: lack thereof).
Oh, did I trigger you? Hahahaha. Good luck with that.
We rate movies so that people can avoid content they don’t like. Same with TV shows and video games. Increasingly, those ratings aren’t just “R - adult audiences,” either; they contain information about the nature of the story elements that have led to the rating (“blood and gore,” “alcohol reference,” “cartoon violence,” “drug reference,” “sexual violence,” “use of tobacco,” and many, many more). So why is it that I can read a book and, without warning, be surprised by incest, rape, graphic violence, explicit language, glorification of drug and alcohol use, and so so much more? That it’s left to readers to look up spoilers to ensure that they’re not exposed to content that could be upsetting or inappropriate for their children or, or, or, is insane. So often, too, authors cling to “but we don’t want to give away our story,” as if video game makes and other media makers do want to give away their stories. This shouldn’t be about author egos or ~originality~ (as if that’s even a thing)...it should be about helping readers make informed purchasing decisions. It’s way, way past time that major market books include content warnings.
Thank you for joining us, this has been our extended rant about how frustrated we are with traditional publishing. Helpful? No. Cathartic? Most definitely yes. 🤣
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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls
I Can Make It Right
SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!
Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!
George x reader imagine (established)
11) "It's not important apparently"
17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"
⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing
*** = flashback
Masterlist
You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.
Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.
George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.
His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.
You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.
You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.
Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.
Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.
***
"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.
It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.
You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.
"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"
"Of course I do-"
"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."
You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."
***
6:03
George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.
6:10
You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.
6:19
Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.
Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!
[Sent: 6:20pm]
George what are you doing?
[Sent: 6:20pm]
You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.
6:30
Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.
In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.
ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:
Im Playing golf with my friends
That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?
You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.
Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.
Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.
"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.
You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.
"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.
"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.
"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.
"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."
"What?! No!"
"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.
George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"
"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.
A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.
"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.
He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"
"Do you know what today is?" You asked.
"April 30th." George answered bluntly.
"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"
"I fucking know that." George said.
"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"
"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.
"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"
"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"
"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"
George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"
"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.
"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"
"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.
"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"
"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.
"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.
"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.
"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.
"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.
"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.
"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"
"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.
You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.
The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.
Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.
Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.
"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.
You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.
George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.
"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.
George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.
"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.
That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.
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