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wordsinhaled · 2 years
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whatever you do, don't think about hob helping dream discover beautiful music and art that he missed during his imprisonment and them falling in love in the process
like, i've been losing my mind today because it hit me that dream was cut off from the dreaming in burgess' basement for the entirety of dave brubeck's lifetime (1920-2012) ?????? and it got me thinking, and
imagine hob inviting dream over to his flat for dinner (listen... dream of the endless was fully willing to eat KFC after he got out of burgess' cage in the comics - i am convinced he would not only eat, but also summarily enjoy and allow himself to be seduced by, hob gadling's boeuf bourguignon)
hob being absolutely meticulous about every detail - he may or may not have cleaned the place for a week beforehand! he gets dream flowers! he's got ambient lighting! he will neither confirm nor deny having purchased nicer tableware than he would use for himself for the occasion! he's got a very nice wine chilling in the fridge! he's dying of nerves because this isn't just anyone, this is dream, his not-so-stranger-anymore, whom he's been absolutely tangled up in feelings for, for literal centuries, coming to his home, you know, as a date, fuck
so, you know, last but not least, of course, he's got to have the proper mood music, and he really agonizes over it until finally he decides it's gotta be the album "love songs" by dave brubeck, which he has on CD (i love hob + vinyl records, but somehow, the idea of hob owning a sound system that plays CDs in the age of bluetooth/streaming and still having a carefully-curated collection of his favorite CDs is honestly even more endearing to me)
anyway, he sits dream down in the living room and puts on this album, and goes into the kitchen for a few minutes to uncork the wine
he comes back with the bottle and two wine glasses and has to pause in the doorway, because dream is just... sitting there, on the couch where hob left him, looking totally enraptured; he's got tears in his eyes, practically, and he looks like this may have done more to charm him than flowers and wine and the elaborate dinner hob has simmering away on the stove all combined ever could
"what is this thing called love" is playing, wrapping the room up in that wonderful intimate warm romance that jazz has, and hob just looks at dream basking in it and needs a moment himself—because god, he really does love dream, doesn't he, and if he once thought this was a love he'd ever recover from he knows now that he never will; and he doesn't want to recover, not if it means seeing dream like this
and of course dream, who can sense dreams, knows why hob has done all of this for him. he picks up on all the longing wrapped up in all these little precise acts—he can see all hob's dreams for the two of them, his vision for the trajectory of the evening, how he's hoping he might kiss dream tonight, if he's very, very fortunate and plays his cards exactly right—and yet they don't feel like dreams of possession or claiming, they feel like dreams of discovery and possibility, born of six hundred thirty three years of steadfast affection
and that just makes the music hit dream differently, be more to him somehow, because he isn't sure when the last time was that anyone did anything like this for him out of such an unassuming freely-given love that didn't seek to destroy or degrade or disarm him
oh, but it does disarm him, doesn't it? in ways hob gadling may not have expected
and they just... look at each other across the room, for a moment. dream, sitting there on the couch, elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, falling starry-eyed for hob's tenacious tender heart in real time; and hob with his hip propped on the doorframe and the wine glasses clinking together in his hand, trying not to lose his grip on the neck of the wine bottle, everything in the universe narrowing to the sight of dream
LISTEN. LISTEN, I'M HAVING EMOTIONS,,,,
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hon3yteddy · 1 year
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꒰ nct dream + intimate moments i want to experience 🍞 ꒱
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synopsis: tbh idk but there thing i'd generally kill to experience (this is not a joke), and add some arson too if i get to do them with dream genre(s): established relationship, romance, tooth rotting fluff warning(s): mix use of tenses, severe symptoms of delusions and signs of parasocial relationship, not reread at all !!! author's note: hanging out with newjeans at the psych ward
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#𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟖 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 . . .
― kind of cliché a cheesy... but slow dancing! mark's one of us - a hopeless romantic so he'd definitely be a sucker for a slow dance under the dim lights of your shared apartment. he'd perfectly time his movements after instantly recognising your favourite slow song (i recommend any song by laufey) drift from the kitchen as you prepare your dinner for the evening. he's heard the song too many times to count but mark never minded. he loved that about you - the little things, the big things, and everything in between.
just before the chorus, he'd slip behind you, guiding your hands with his own to carefully drop whatever you were holding, and clumsily twirl you round to face him. i can feel it in my bones that the man would do those knew weakening, borderline giggle, chuckle of his and gently pull your hand for a light kiss against the skin of your knuckles. you would find yourself resting one hand on his shoulder and the other being embraced tightly by his. mark always loves how close you feel when you're like this.
he would give you that look, the look you've seen a hundred times. it's the same one he gave you before he kissed you for the first time, the same one he wore when he finally got the guts to ask you on a date, that look so beautiful and real that your too much in a daze to notice him slip an arm around your waist. together you slowly sway to the beat of the song, forgetting the past and ignoring the future.
he holds you close, maybe too close even. yet none of that mattered. all that did was the way he was whisking you across the room, embracing you tight. feathered kisses, words of worship, lovesick eyes - truly a night to remember.
♡: mark, the foods going to burn... mk: guess so. but i'll eat anything made by you, burnt or not. ♡: the food is definitely burning right now!
#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟑 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 . . .
― renjun is a true artist and what is one of the most popular forms of art? paintings. he adores painting you, a truly enjoyable pastime. countless of times would you catch him sketching you, entrapping every detail of your soul onto a canvas or simply just the ripped page of a battered notebook. you have always been curious about his hobby so every now and then you'd have the honour of spending the hour painting with renjun.
there's something so dear about painting with someone you love. maybe it's the serenity, or the way the soul becomes so vulnerable yet so free on the canvas. whatever it was, things always felt so different when it would be the two of you.
evenings were always the time for such dates and soon enough the both of you would have long ago abandoned the canvases. it all had started when you had gotten frustrated with your piece of the day, for it could never compare to renjun's. so frustration took over, and you had painted a sad face on side of his face so very careful to not poke him in the eye. your shaky attempt at frown reminded you of the earlier days where it was socially acceptable to paint on one’s face and so you didn’t stop.
you enjoyed it and he could tell as he too abandoned his own piece to paint on you. the way he carefully held your giggling bod still and swirled his brush against your exposed skin from the blush of your cheeks, to the dent of your collarbones. you always found renjun prettier when he was focused and now he was focused on every part of you, adorning you with works of his own. yet none of his paintings could ever compete with the beauty of you. 
♡: you always make me look so beautiful, renjun. rj: you just simply are, that's all.
#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 . . .
― jeno is a man sent from the heavens, carved by zeus himself and blesses the undeserving earth with his presence. basically, he's a sweet man with big, beefy arms you kinda just want to chomp and snuggle against. (the indescribable things i'd do to be embraced by the lee jeno can not be said aloud.)
cuddling is a simplistic show of affection and jeno must be the best person to hug in the whole world. a true safe place in this cruel world where you can finally let yourself be vulnerable and receive the love you oh so needed.
jeno loves hugging you. if it's after work, after a hard day, on the sofa, out of the blue, the man would be at your beck and cal. sometimes you didn't need to ask. he'd would be right there each and every time and he would love every hug he got to share with you. the thought of simply hugging you is everything to this lovesick puppy.
the hugs he loves the most are the ones you just needed the most. the ones where there was no need for an exchange of words or questioning eyes, just open arms. there was no other soul on this very earth who could make you feel so loved yet so weak in his arms that you could swear you could break, and sometimes you did. but he was there, and that's all you needed.
there's something so intense between each hug - tight embraces, soft hums, tender kisses, and the alignment of both your hearts. with each hug, jeno told you he loved you without the need for a single word.
jn: … (i love you) ♡: … (i love you too)
#𝟎𝟔𝟎𝟔 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 . . .
― now it's no surprise to us when i say haechan adores physical touch. he honestly invented the love language itself. so of course, the dude is very much in love with you and the act of kissing you. every chance he got, he kissed you every time. but if there was one thing haechan loves more than kissing you, it's you kissing him.
imagine just kissing every inch of this man who deserves all the love in the world! he loves it when you kiss his moles with whispered words of praise in between. he never lets you miss one and always points out one just to get another kiss.
he's a giggling mess and you are too. hiding underneath the bed covers, tracing your hands against his bare skin, enjoying the way he writhes in anticipation for your next kiss. it's a game you both enjoy too much.
don't worry, you always get your fair share of kisses. he loves kissing the details of your skin and he loves even more the reaction he earns with each one (cocky dude). there isn't a single part of you he dislikes. oh, and if you too are blessed with moles of your own, he'll find each and every one to give a tickling kiss. sometimes he'll call them stars, sometimes its the cute dots of ladybugs - every single blemish, scar and mole would be loved, for haechan is just utterly in love with your very being down to the last detail.
hc: you know moles are where your lover kissed you in your past life? ♡: really? you must have given me these then. hc: and in your next life, you’ll have so many more for me to kiss…
#𝟏𝟑𝟎𝟖 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 . . .
― bubble baths. i can't explain it easily, but there's something so romantic about bubble baths. jaemin isn't necessarily joining you, but if wants to, he can hop in my imagine bath tub. he's actually the one preparing them for you. he'll always want his lover to feel a tease, he could never let you drown yourself in stress.
every now and then he would prepare the perfect bubble bath, filling the tub with hot water, scented ointments, expensive soap and even a dash of petals. you can tell he enjoys doing it too as he'll usually greeted by the man himself at the door, wearing the proudest smile. he doesn't hesitate in sweeping you off your feet, always nagging for you to relax while he takes care of everything else.
he always prepares a lot, paying attention to every detail he knows you'll love. your favourite song plays, a calming scent drift from the candles he's lit, there'll always be a glass of your favourite drink by your side and your favourite pjs hang against the door for you to slip in after.
as you lay in the bath, wading your hands against the water that’s just right, you sometimes feel shy under jaemin’s attentive and kind gaze. You may even complain about it all being too much but he’s quick to hush you with a kiss. jaemin just wants you to enjoy the serenity every now and then, he can’t handle seeing the one he loves struggling. he enjoys spoiling you and he loves seeing your tense body finally give up and melt. this week he’ll read you a book as he sits beside the bathtub, not caring if you splash a little water onto him. the next he’ll let you enjoy a movie, and the one after, he’ll bring you a meal for you to enjoy whether that be a fast food burger or home cooked pasta. chivalry could never be dead with jaemin around.
jm: it's time you to take a break! ♡: you already did this for me like last week! jm: it's not illegal for you to take regular breaks, okay?
#𝟐𝟐𝟏𝟏 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 . . .
― you know that genre of romance scenes where the main couple help the other put on a necklace, fix a tie, button up their shirt, brush their hair etc, that - all of that. the simplicity of getting ready with a lover is so dreamy and chenle is indeed the man of everyone's dream.
the intensity shared between the two of you is unmatched. the bliss silence, hesitant touches, enchanted eye contact... gosh i'm blushing. when he stands behind you, letting his fingers graze the back of your neck to clasp the new necklace he's bought you. a compliment leaves his lips to touch upon the shell of your ear. he never dares to hide from your watchful eyes in the reflection and neither do you.
chenle lets his fingers glide down you bare back to zip the material of your outfit together. he holds you still while his hand painstakingly slowly moves up your spine for him to stop with a soft “all done”, enamoured by you and only you. and when he places you in front of the vanity mirror, threading his fingers through your hair, taking his time in watching, no, worshipping your very being in a blissful silence
the tension would almost be too much to bear. the way he gazes down at you while your busy fixing the tie he has clearly messed up on purpose. he always catches himself enjoying it all too much. something about the close proximity, focused eyes and building tension that's got his knees on the verge of buckling. just every moment chenlesees you, he swears he's fallen in love with you all over again.
cl: so b- ♡: you're going to call me beautiful again, aren't you?
#𝟎𝟓𝟎𝟐 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 . . .
― now me and mr park jisung don't have a lot in common, but we do share the epitome of being awkward (he just pulls it off better than me. so it's fair to say that hand holding would get jisung weak in the knees. he's just a tall grown man with the soul of a little child and who's hopelessly in love with you.
and i must say, jisung has got the prettiest hands i've ever seen, no wonder you can't hold yourself back from slipping your hands into his. it makes him jump every time but he'd hold hands with you forever if he could.
it begins with the two of you walking side by side and a noticeable brush of hands. then a classic pinkie lock comes into play and jisung is in a mess already. and finally you'll intertwine your fingers with his once again. it's shock to his poor heart every time it occurs. he'd never let his eyes meet your face, he's far to weak to look at your beautiful face. he would simply falter and break under your loving gaze.
hand holding is a timeless classic move that is every loner's dream. does jisung wish he could experience the sensation of holding hands with you for the first time? very much so!
♡: you're adorable, jisung. js: … (internal monologue about how much he's in love with you)
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january 2023 © hon3yteddy
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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,118 words | established relationship, talk of alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), oral (m! receiving), slow sex, grinding, marking (m! receiving), pet names (baby, angel), request, they're so in love yuck <3
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tipsy on delicious cocktails, you had spent the night dancing with your friends. your hands running up and down the sides of your body, hips swaying to the music, relishing in hungry eyes drinking you in. but all you could think about was your sweet, sweet boyfriend. pussy throbbing at the thought of rubbing up against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen. so impatient as you take his hand and lead him to the toilets. have him fuck you against the stall door without a thought of who might hear you. maybe suck him off in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. just to show him how much you love and appreciate him.
you shriek when you see bokuto sitting on the couch still awake. he looks so delicious with his legs spread like that, cotton shorts sitting low on his hips and his hand mindlessly running over his exposed stomach. “you waited up for me!” it’s silly but you cannot contain your excitement at the sight of him. 
“i always do.”
warmth spreads from your belly to your cheeks, smiling all woozy as you approach him. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the thought of him watching the clock, checking his phone, worrying about you. whatever it is, you’ve never felt more smitten with him than right now and you’re just itching to touch him, feel his skin all warm against yours. “do you think i’m hot?” unsteady feet move clumsily around each other as you twirl for him, trying your very hardest not to lose your balance. 
he catches you by the waist, pulls you closer. your pretty dress hiking up your thighs as you straddle him. “the hottest, prettiest girl in the world.” his big hands feel so warm and familiar as they sink into your hips, keeping you in place before you get the chance to start grinding against him. he knows you, knows that devious look in your eyes. and as hard as it is to resist, you’ve been drinking and you need rest. and he needs to be responsible. right? right? but you’re pawing at his chest and twisting your fingers around his nipples and he can feel how damp your panties are sitting on his stomach. 
he can barely grasp at his composure. 
“and you’re the best boyfriend ever.” his spine tingles as you run your tongue up the column of his neck. it’s wet and sloppy, and kōtarō has to swallow a moan as you keep kissing and nibbling and sucking on his sensitive skin, leaving dark marks along a trail of saliva. “i wan’ you so bad, baby.” he will regret this in the morning. “i’ve been thinking about you all night.” he will regret it but you sound so breathy and irresistible.
you taste of pineapple and sweet cream as you lick along his bottom lip and he’s so close to stuffing your needy pussy full right on that couch. but no. “you need to go to sleep.”
“no.” you’re pouting now. “i need your cock -” and his dick jumps as you take one of his hands in yours and drag it up to your throat. “- right here.” 
bokuto throws his head back, a deep, velvety groan escaping his lips. you’ll be the death of him and soon. he’s tried so very hard to be sensible. but he’s just a man. a very very seriously horny man. so his long fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and you’re reminded of just how strong he is as he lifts you both up off the couch. then he lets you order him around until he’s butt naked and reclining on your headboard, eyes fixated on how perfect you are as you slide out of your dress.
he hisses as you start crawling towards him, nails tickling their way up to his thighs. soft hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean down to press a kiss just under the tip. then your lips drag across the underside of his shaft to his beautiful, full, round balls. they’re just so cute, so satisfying to suck on. and he sounds so pretty when he whines. thighs twitching, his stomach taut and tense. really, he could cum just from this. but it’s not like that would make you stop anyways. 
it’s just that he has the most perfect cock. hot and heavy and fat in the middle. a pretty, flushed head. and so so so very sensitive. leaking pearly beads of precum that you lick off just to spit them back on his length again. a glob of saliva running down the side of it. then your lips wrap around his tip and he’s cursing under his breath. your tongue darting out as you take more of him into your mouth. you make it messy, drool leaking down your chin, his fingers tangled in your hair. just how he likes it. panting out little oohs and aahs “fuck, fuck, fuck,” hips bucking up, “right there, f-fuck. fuck.” and you love every second of it, wiggling your ass as your eyes meet his. broken moans and the sound of you gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat echo in the room. and he’s so close to cumming, so close to spilling himself inside your mouth. and then he feels it. 
your teeth scraping along his shaft. 
not hard enough to be painful, but enough to scare him. large hands pull your face away from his crotch. a panicked “fuck, baby, don’t bite my dick off!” as he squishes your cheeks.
“i would never!” you gasp. “it’s my favourite toy.” you’re giggling as he lifts you up to his chest. “i think you liked it a little bit.”
the only answer you get is him burying himself inside your soaked pussy in one almost painful thrust. he takes a moment to collect himself before he starts fucking you excruciatingly slowly and you can feel every inch and every vein as he fills you so completely. 
“bo,” you whine, “i love you so much.”
“i love you more, angel.” 
and he’s cradling the back of your neck, your face pressed into his chest as he continues to rut into you, hips flush together. sticky with sweat and too hot, but it’s all so perfect and tender and loving. his lips against your forehead, whispering all forms of i love you. delirious with pleasure but you hope he means it.  
a breathed out “i wanna marry you.” spoken so naturally, like it’s something he’s said a thousand times over. it makes your heart melt in your chest. and, yes, you especially hope he means that.
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Business Proposal || knj (6/?)
pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love Warnings: slow burn, angst, talks about sexual assault, talks about being drugged, nosey people, rumors, boxing, drinking. Rating: mature, 18+ w.c: 11.7k Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”
a/n: hello, I'm here after thousands of years. Thank you so much for sticking around I know I can't upload as often as I used to :( Lololol and I couldn't wait unti tomorrow^^ Also this chapter was very heavy for me to write, but I'm happy that I did it! That's all lmk your thoughts and I will see you when I see you :))
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It took you almost three hours to fall asleep.
You felt all giddy and excited for the morning to come, so much so that you woke up before your alarm without a complaint. Everything just felt so much simpler and brighter. You didn’t groan when the morning light peeked through the little slits between your blinds. You didn’t hesitate to push the white duvet from your body. And you practically skipped to the kitchen where Namjoon danced to his own rhythm as he prepared what seemed to be kimchi eggs.
At least that’s what your nose was hinting at. If you weren’t so distracted by the pleasant tangy smell, you would’ve noticed it the second you walked through his kitchen arcs. Maybe you would’ve had enough time to keep your jaw from hitting the floor, but it was like he sensed you despite your slow movements and turned around the moment you walked in.
“I made you breakfast.”
There was Kim Namjoon in all his perfect glory. Smiling. Shirtless. With a pair of black sleeping shorts hanging just below the navel of his abs, a light brown apron to protect him from the gas stove. You couldn’t see everything but you could see enough, and if enough was what was making you shake, then you were thankful you couldn’t see everything.
“Did you sleep well?” He cocked his head to the side as he plated your eggs on one of your ceramic plates with painted clouds on it. The stark contrast between his decor and yours was starting to morph into each other, slowly becoming perfect molds of the other and you had only been living together for a day.
“U-um, yeah my mattress is much more comfortable than my old one so I slept like I was on a cloud.” You said in a soft whisper as you slowly made your way to the barstool. Once you were seated you looked at the absolute feast in front of you.
Perfectly scrambled eggs with kimchi, a side salad, peanut butter toast topped with a perfect circle of sliced bananas, and a small bowl of tofu soup. This wasn’t like any breakfast you could ever make yourself. It was more than you deserved.
Suddenly you felt like crying. It’s only been a day since your compromise. You didn’t expect him to do a complete one eighty in the last twelve hours since you last saw each other. You were expecting small arguments here and there before they slowly died down. The domesticity of it all was slightly overwhelming, but you didn’t get enough to react like you would’ve liked because he was clumsily working his way through the kitchen again. Turning on the stove and mixing ingredients right before your eyes.
He looked so comfortable, effortless. You felt like a misplaced doll.
“What are you doing?” Was what came out of your mouth instead of the ‘thank you’ you had been mindlessly repeating over and over in your head. He chuckled, turning his head giving you a sweet dimpled smile.
He had to be messing with you. Not even the Namjoon you knew before acted like this. He never smiled wide enough to make his dimples appear and his eyes turn into little half moons. Unless it was towards his mother, who always made him turn into the sweet little boy she helped raise along with her son.
“I’m making us lunch. I figured we should clear out the fridge as much as possible to restock with new produce.” He shrugs and turns his attention back to the lilac frying pan he was using. Before you can answer with whatever obscenity your frontal lobe was currently developing. He spoke up again, “I’ve finished most of it already but when you’re done eating can you cut up the kiwi’s for me.” He finishes, continuing his task.
Certainly you’ve woken up in a different dimension. Are you still dreaming? This was most definitely not the same Namjoon who you were arguing with just a couple of days ago. Maybe it was his long lost twin brother that his entire family had kept hidden until now. Though, that theory would’ve been debunked with the amount of times you spent at his parents house doing Jungkook’s laundry for him. Maybe he fell last night and hit his head against one of his curated art pieces.
Come to think of it, you did wake up to the sound of something falling last night at around three in the morning.
That just had to be it!
“Are you okay?”
Namjoon stops and reaches his arm over, circling his fingers around the black knob to turn off the gas. He waits for the flame to die down before placing the pink rubber spatula on one of your cat holders. He turns around slowly, moving a bit to the side and leans against his perfect marble counter. One hand resting firmly on his hip.
He tilts his head to one side and narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “I’m perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He replies through a forced gritted smile. His calm and composed demeanor falters for a second and you almost let out a sigh of relief.
There had been no alien abduction last night. The last and final theory you had come up with. The Namjoon you knew was still present, and he was slightly annoyed.
“You’re not being you?” You confess pushing your eggs around on your plate.
Namjoon scoffs and pushes himself away from the counter and begins to untie his apron. You’re in the middle of your first bite, when you see him throw it onto his kitchen island. Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you finally get a glimpse of his faint abdominal muscles. But what really has you swallowing fast so you don’t choke on your food is his chest. And the bulging muscles of his arms as he crosses them in front of him.
Did he turn off the air con? It is suddenly really hot in this kitchen.
“I don’t think you know me well enough to make that assumption.” He speaks up, taking you out of your trance. Right, you think. This isn’t time to shamelessly ogle at Namjoon’s body. You’re in a serious conversation? At least that’s the direction it seems to be heading. Whatever type of conversation you could currently be having with Namjoon, his tone of voice and accusatory glance triggers something in you. You’ve forgotten the compliment about how his hard work at the gym is paying off. The heatwave is replaced with a wave of defense and you’re up in a seconds ready to stand your ground in a battle that you have unintentionally started.
“I’m just saying Namjoon, you’re acting completely different than the person you were just last night.”
Namjoon shakes his head, grabs hold of the pan and sets it on top of an old kitchen rag. “You wanted a compromise, this is me trying. You wanted to be friends, so I’m treating you like how I treat all of my friends.” He mumbles and opens a lilac tupperware and begins to plate the spinach spaghetti aglio he had been making this entire time.
Defeated, you sit back down on the barstool. So, this is what being Namjoon’s friend was like. What were you all of those years ago?
It’s that realization that has you standing again, almost knocking down the barstool, catching Namjoon’s attention whipping his head in your direction, a confused look on his face. The conversation isn’t over yet, and he guesses it’s because that stubborn part of you that always needed to have the last word is still in there. He finds it just as infuriating as he did all those years ago.
“So you basically beg all of your friends to marry you?” You start, the accusation isn’t enough to fire up Namjoon. That is until you open your mouth again. “You kiss all your friends too.” You mumble, looking around his kitchen, taking in the modernism and avoiding the glare he sends your way.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” He speaks up. His voice is laced with annoyance. You always knew how to hold a grudge and you always knew how to bring up past mistakes in order to win an argument.
“Do you cook breakfast and lunch for all of your friends? You give them all jobs and help pay for their student loans? Oh, do you offer them a place to live or a separate house too? Or do you only do that for the woman you pay to be with you?” You accuse, rolling your eyes in annoyance. It’s a petty accusation and definitely out of pocket, but that’s what he does to you. He brings out the nasty little monster that still holds a grudge against him for what he did to you all those years ago.
Namjoon has had enough. The anger sizzles inside of him. He slams the lid of the tupperware down against his countertop, making you jump. He turns to face you slowly, moving his chest up and down in a poor attempt to stay calm. The peaceful and easy morning you thought you were going to have has moved out of the vicinity. As well as the deal the two of you made last night, and you’re the only one to blame.
You just can’t ever keep your mouth shut.
“What exactly are you referring to?” He seethes, taking deep breaths as he grips the corner of his countertop with one hand.
“I can’t help but think you have ulterior motives. Nothing about this makes any sense to me. I haven’t been working on campus for long but I have already heard the rumors questioning your character. And Jungkook has continuously ranted about the revolving door of women that would come in and out of your apartment when the two of you lived together. I just can’t begin to understand why I’m your last choice, why I’m the one in this position when you and I both know that there’s someone out there way better. Unless you want something more from me otherwise why would you have kissed me?”
Namjoon closes his eyes, taking in your words. If he’s being honest with himself he also doesn’t understand his motives. He knows why he is doing this. At least the half that involves his parents. But you’re right he doesn’t know why it had to be you in the first place. Sure, it was the simpler choice and he was running out of time, but if he really wanted to he could’ve bought himself some time to find the person he truly wants to share his life with.
Could it be that deep down he wants it to be you?
He can’t stand you accusing him of stooping so low though. He doesn’t know why he kissed you. It was an impulse that he has never felt in his entire life. Yet, he feels so angry that he can’t think clearly, because he’s spent years dodging the accusations at work, and Jungkook’s gossiping.
“You think I am paying you for sex?” He says in disbelief.
You shrug, pushing in the barstool. “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that you pay someone for sex, according to your colleagues. Which I hold no judgment for but I am not that type of person.”
“And you believe that nonsense?” He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. “I thought that you out of all people would not believe those rumors. I have never done that in my life, because like you just said I am not that ‘type of person’. I will also never do that to you.” He argues, taking slow steps in your direction, reducing the air that’s separating the two of you.
“Why? Because I am undesirable?” You spit out. Throwing out the words that hurt you the most all of those years ago.
He shakes his head, rounding the corner to the bar and stands right in front of you. “No, that’s not why? I–”
“Then why? Namjoon I don’t understand I–”
“I respect you too much.” He interrupts looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s a look you have never seen on him before. It’s new, it feels foreign and it makes you doubt his words even more. Especially when you know that he hasn’t shown any ounce of respect for you since before he rudely barged into your life again.
You click your tongue, turning your head to the side. His gaze burns with something you can’t decipher. “You don’t have to lie, there’s no one around.”
“I’m not lying.” He fights back his voice full of hope. “You don’t have to believe me but–”
“Of course I don’t. Not only have you been a complete asshole since we met again but years ago you threw my feelings for you right to my face. You called me crazy, undesirable, and unlovable. And in that same vein you confessed to me.” Your hands quickly go up to cover your mouth. Your eyes bulge out in surprise. The little secret you had been holding in for the past ten years escapes you before you can even stop yourself. Nobody knew what had really happened after your tumultuous fight. It was something you were going to take with you to your grave.
Namjoon is stunned. He’s stuck between calling you out on your bullshit and believing you. Truth be told he doesn’t remember anything else from that night. Apart from the fight he had with you, and the words he said very clearly.
Could it be that there has always been a missing piece to his story. One that he never bothered to look for because he didn’t know it existed. Until now.
If he’s being honest, Namjoon never understood why you cut all ties with him from one day to another. Sure, he was brutal in his choice of words. He wanted to get his point across but he was always so much better at writing them rather than saying them. The second he opened his mouth both of your worlds turned upside down, and he was full of regret. As a last ditch resort to salvage the remaining spark of your friendship because back then he couldn’t picture a life without you in it–and maybe that’s transversed to now–he apologized. He wrote you a letter, explaining his thought process and that he valued you a lot more than you could ever imagine, but nothing came out of it.
Did you even get his letter?
He figures you did but choose to walk away for good. It’s something that he’s kept locked next to his heart. It’s a hurt he’s never fully healed from and it’s why he acts so cold towards you. Believe him, he’s been suffering since Taehyung’s party. But if what you’re saying is true, then he might finally understand something that has been keeping him up at night whenever he gets into his head.
“I what?” His ego is faltering as he watches your eyes water with frustrated tears. Every negative thought he’s ever had of you since then to make himself feel better for his heinous words and unproclaimed apology, makes him look even worse than before.
Your shoulders drop, “You came back. You apologize, and told me that you had loved me all this time.” You sniffle, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly. “You were drunk, so I didn’t believe you. I thought you were playing a joke on me, but I made myself believe that if you could tell me exactly that when you woke up the next day then I would forgive you.” You take a deep breath in, closing your eyes tightly. “I never got to know the truth because Jungkook called me. He was furious, asking if I had seen you. He let it slip that the girl you had picked up that night refused to leave and was trashing the apartment.” You take a step back from him. “So, I can’t believe you when you tell me that you respect me because if you did then you wouldn’t have told me that you were in love with me after you told me I could never be loved, and not after you had slept with someone else.” You finish, bringing your hand up and whipping away the lone tear that you had let slip.
The truth was finally out.
The real reason why you never talked to him again. And the reason why your self-esteem crumbled into tiny pieces of glass. You hated that time. You slipped into bad habits, looking for validation in different crowds that never had your well-being in mind. You spiraled out of control. You let go of your bodily autonomy because for the longest time you thought you weren’t worth it. Until the night in which everything was taken from you. Both Jungkook and Jimin were there to witness the crumpled up piece of paper that you had become. It’s why they’re so protective of you because seeing you so helpless and paralyzed with fear was horrifying.
They haven’t voiced it out loud yet, but you know they don’t want you to go through this thing with Namjoon. Although, he wasn’t the culprit for your distrust in men. He was the reason as to why you went down a road that you didn’t belong on.
So, as much as you would like too, because guarding yourself with high walls is tiring. You can’t let them down. You lost so much for such a long time. Keeping them up is the only way you can protect yourself.
“No, I’m–no, I didn't do that.” He starts letting his hands fall against his sides. Your attention is back on him and you’ve never witnessed someone look so lost. “I would’ve remembered, I never drink that much.”
“So, I’m lying?” You scoff, throwing your hands in the air. As much as you're angry and want to continue fighting for your side. You’ve held on for so long to that little secret and now that it is out. You feel more exhausted than before.
Namjoon shakes his head. “I didn’t sleep with anyone that night. I would remember if I did.” He says more to himself. His head feels like it's being rewired a milliseconds at a time. Everything he’s thought up until this point feels foreign to him. He’s angry at himself, at Jungkook, and you. He’s trying to recall the events of that night. You told him you loved him with a starry look in your eyes. He turned you down in the worst way possible. He left. He went to the little speakeasy bar located in between a chinese-korean fusion restaurant and a lighting shop, by his apartment. He was approached by someone they talked a little and then he hits a black wall. He suspects that’s where the missing puzzle piece is hidden. He truly doesn’t remember ever going back to see you. Only that the next day he woke up woke up with the worst hangover of his life and Jungkook’s silent treatment that lasted more than two months.
“I really don-“
You lift a hand in defeat, and Namjoon’s words fall dead in the air. You let out a big sigh. “You don’t have to come up with any excuses to spare my feelings. What’s done is done. You don’t have to do all of this either.” You signal to your now forgotten breakfast and half packed lunch. “We can continue to pretend outside of this apartment, but we don’t have to try so hard to like each other and build something between the two of us. I’m sorry for suggesting it in the first place. I thought it would make things a lot easier but now I see that it won’t.” You say almost sadly before finally turning around and walking away.
It’s frustrating because even now he still lets you have the last word. He has so many things he wants to say, but his words are stunted with shock.
If Namjoon was born lucky, we would’ve stopped you from walking away from him again. He would’ve tried to convince you to call out of work so that the two of you could figure this out together. He’s never felt more serious about something before in his life–except for his research. He needs to know what happened during the second half of that night, and you’re the only one who seems to know.
Sadly, he wasn’t born lucky, and he loves to take the easy way out. He’s stuck watching your back, while his feet stay glued on the ground. He’s stuck with having to go about his day as if his world hasn’t just been flipped upside down by you.
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There’s a rumor going around in the Literature/ Philosophy/Rhetoric department of HYBE U.
Professor Kim has stormed out of his classroom.
It was a lecture on aesthetics. Ancient aesthetics to be exact. It is one of his favorite’s to teach because he can talk about how beauty can be found in tragedy. It’s an immerseful lecture, it’s inspiring at all times. Namjoon loves to get lost in the philosophy of it all. You could almost say that he’s obsessed with how they believed that for one to be beautiful on the outside, they would need to be vicious on the inside. It proposes the questions:
Is beauty reflective of one's inner self or of what they desire? What lengths would you go to, to achieve that beauty?
Except on Monday for Namjoon’s first lecture of the day, he never made it that far. He never got the chance to hear his students' input, because he walked out ten minutes after walking into the lecture hall. He didn’t give anybody a warning. He didn’t pack up his stuff, he just stormed out, leaving behind a bewildered room of about twenty something pupils.
He hasn’t been seen since.
“I heard that one of Professor Kim’s parents died.”
“I heard that he was coming out of a weekend bender, I mean did you see how he was dressed. It’s like he just rolled out of bed.”
“I heard that it was a cocaine bender. I mean none of those crazy philosophy professors are sober.”
“Actually I heard Professor Kim’s fiance left him. She took advantage of him and then walked out on him this past weekend.”
Normally, contrary to popular belief you wouldn’t have thought twice about the rumors going around campus. Sure, you did tell Namjoon that you believed the rumors that were going around about him sleeping with multiple of the staff. Deep down you knew they weren’t true. At least to a certain extent, you won’t fault him for entertaining his desires.
Now as you’re making your way through the department the whispers only get louder from both faculty and students. The vicious stares only keep zeroing in the closer you get to your office, and if you have to hear one more person say something along the lines of: “Oh, she’s the one that took all his assets, look at her prancing around like she owns the world.” You will go insane.
Have they never seen a couples brawl before?
Though it does bother you to a certain extent. You didn’t leave him. You’re very much still with him. The only difference is the dynamics between the two of you. You only assume you’re being brought into this because you took a taxi to work rather than riding with him.
“I heard Professor Kim caught her with his step-brother, looks like she’s interested in good for nothing guys.”
You stop dead in your tracks, clutch onto your laptop case with an iron grip. Furious is an understatement you’re seething. You could ignore the things being said about you, knowing they would die down the minute they see the two of you together, but not the things being said about Jungkook.
Seriously, did they never fight with their significant other?
Yet, now that Jungkook is being thrown into the mix. You’re seeing red. So, instead of continuing your route to your office, you quickly turn, glaring at the person who just spewed the accusation, and make your way to Namjoon’s office.
You’re walking so fast that you’re there in seconds. You stare at the gold name plate in front of you. Dr. Namjoon Kim, it reads. You don’t let yourself admire it for a second longer because now you have an urgency that feels overwhelming. You knock so hard, your knuckles turn red. He opens on the third knock. His blue dress shirt is untucked, his tie forgotten on his desk. There are papers everywhere, yellow notepads sprawled all over the floor.
Jungkook is sitting at his desk, scrolling through the desktop.
Now you understand why Jungkook was suddenly being brought into the mess.
Namjoon is stunned, he’d been so out of it for the whole day, that he had forgotten that you worked with him in the same building. He’s been hiding out in his office, sending mass emails to all of his students, letting them know that due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ he will be canceling all of his classes today.
Then, Jungkook showed up. His confusion lasted for a few seconds when he remembered that his brother’s sudden appearance wasn’t out of the blue.
Somewhere on his desk calendar were the words ‘Jungkook computer’ penciled in. It had completely slipped his mind that he had contacted the younger to set up the new desktop computer he had just bought. It required a set of skills that Namjoon d didn’t posses, and the only language he hasn’t bothered to learn, unlike his brother. The computer genius, Jungkook’s strongest forte. Those three semesters of computer coding classes didn’t go to waste. Only the amount of money he spent on them. He left them behind right before his last semester to earn a two year degree in photography, along with his parent’s disappointment.
“Can I come in?” You tilt your head gesturing to the inside of his office. He’s still looking at you wide-eyed, lost, and confused. Almost like he doesn’t quite understand why you are here. He thought he read the signs right this morning when he went to get you from your room to ask if you still wanted a ride to work. It was empty so he immediately took that as you not wanting to talk to him for a while.
Now, you were here standing in front of his office. It wasn’t even lunch time, and he knows you’ve already finished your last lecture of the day. Usually at this time you’re in your office waiting for him to finish, to go home together. It’s a routine that didn’t take long for him to memorize, especially because he had your work schedule printed out and pinned next to a picture of his family on the gray bulletin board of his office.
He is confused because you do want to talk to him now?
He doesn’t realize that he’s only been staring at you like a deer caught in headlights, without saying a word. His train of thought only breaks when you open your mouth again to ask the same question as before. “Um, yeah sure. Sorry about the mess. I think I lost some student papers.” He swallows, scratching the back of his head, as he steps to the side to let you in. He takes a deep breath before closing the door behind him, avoiding all the intrigued stares looking into his office in hopes to get a peak of the situation to add on to their fabricated stories.
“Hey Bunny, I was going to stop by your office to set up your new desktop in an hour.” Jungkook says, his eyes don’t leave the wide screen in front of him to know that you’re absolutely confused.
“I don’t have a new computer, Kook.” You say, walking up to Namjoon’s desk and setting your laptop in front of it.
Before Jungkook can answer and add onto your suspicions. Namjoon speaks up from behind you. “I bought you a new one when I bought mine. They both came in today so I asked Kook to come set them up since he’s the computer genius.”
You whip your head to face him, making him cringe. He hates that you look equally as shocked and annoyed at him. Truth be told he wasn’t thinking when he placed the order. He saw a good deal and took it. Thought that it would be a nice welcoming gift for you. Plus, speaking from experience, HYBE U’s faculty computers were so old that they never backed up anything. He’s lost so many hours of research in the years that he’s worked here.
“You didn’t have to do that Namjoon.” You sigh, shaking your head and making your way to one of his guest chairs. “But we can talk about that later because now that the two of you are here. We have something to discuss.”
This catches both of their attention. Namjoon stops looking through the old files in his filing cabinet, and Jungkook pauses his typing, indicating that you have their full undivided attention.
“Namjoon walked out of his lecture this morning. So, people are assuming the worst of you. And I’m guessing because someone saw Jungkook they’re also saying that I’m in some sort of love triangle with the two of you. Not to mention I am now a gold digger.” You let out a frustrated sigh, looking between the two of them. They look unfazed and it triggers something in you.
“My favorite one is the one where Namjoon is an alcoholic slash drug addict, slash mafia member.” Jungkook shrugs before returning to his typing, humming underneath his breath as he pulls up windows on windows of numbers and letters you can’t begin to understand.
You roll your eyes crossing your arms in front of you. “Don’t listen to them, they have nothing better to do than to assume.” Namjoon says, closing the filing cabinet and then moving on to the stacks of papers on his office floor. He sits down crossed legged, furrowing his brows as he begins to sort through them.
You scoff, “I understand that this is something that you are used to, but I’m not. My life was peaceful, rumor free before I got involved with you again. Now, I’m a gold digger, and a heartbreaker, and a mafia leaders wife.”
Namjoon slams the stack of papers he had been holding down on his carpeted floor. He’s been on edge since your big reveal this morning. He understands your frustration, but what is he supposed to do? Go out into the lobby and tell everyone that the real reason why the two of you are arguing is because ten years ago he confessed that he was in love with you and doesn’t remember a thing. And that the reason why things don’t make sense in your relationship is because your engagement isn’t real, and that the two of you are only together for personal and financial gain. Truthfully, it will only fuel the rumors more. And from personal experience, he’s learned to ignore them because eventually they’ll die down.
“There’s nothing we can do, but ignore them. They’re baseless and people will forget about them by tomorrow.” He pleas, running a stressed hand through his hair. He really needs to find those student papers. He didn’t realize they were missing until he came back from his lecture this morning. This stress is only adding onto the stress of the missing memories from ten years ago. He wants the whole world to hide away until he can figure shit out for himself.
“Maybe if the two of you stopped fighting people will stop making up rumors. I heard the two of you came to work in separate cars.” Jungkook suggests with a shrug. It only adds to your annoyance.
“There’s a reason for that.” You grumble.
“I’m sure there is but you guys are doing such a shitty job at this whole engagement thing. So, you better sort your shit out before it somehow reaches mom and dad.”
You roll your eyes and move to sit on the floor in front of Namjoon. Your heart aches to see the stress lines form all across his forehead. You wish you had been a bit nicer to him this morning, but the adrenaline from your reveal was doing most of the talking. If what he claims to be true. That he doesn’t remember anything then your heart aches for him. You know what it’s like to have pieces of your memories go missing. You’ve been where he has been before, and it takes a lot of brain power and willpower to not give up.
“Do you need help?” You whisper, crossing your legs in front of you. Namjoon lifts his head, nodding at your question before moving onto the next stack of papers. He’s never been this careless before. He’s always been so meticulous with his work and again if the university’s online submission system wasn’t so faulty he wouldn’t be having this problem.
“Do you remember the last time you had them?”
Namjoon shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “They turned them in last week, I swear they were on my desk, and I don’t remember taking them anywhere.”
You nod, starting to sort through another stack of papers. You have no idea what you’re supposed to be looking for. The fault of essays is that they’re all formatted the same way thanks to university guidelines. But you guess giving him the illusion that he has an extra pair of hands and eyes helping him makes him feel more calm.
“What day last week?”
“Thursday.”
A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Joon, didn't you come to my office right after your lecture on Thursday. I think you might’ve left them there. I haven’t been to my office yet, so I don’t know but we can check.”
Namjoon feels like a wave of relief has passed through him. He’s up instantly and full of hope as he extends his hand for you to take. “I hope you’re right, I really need to start grading them before their final papers come in.” He says, while you take his hand and you let him pull you up.
“Looks like we’re going on a family field trip through a sea of gossip.” Jungkook says from behind the two of you. “I’m done setting up your computer, I need to get to yours Bun, Joon and I have a gym session in an hour.” He says looking down at his smart watch, swiping through the tiny screen.
It makes you shudder at how official he looks. You’ve never seen him so calculated and organized before.
“You’re going to the gym?” You tilt your head as Namjoon interlaces his fingers with yours and opens the door to his office. You don’t question it, knowing it’s probably because it will put a rest to the rumors once and for all. It makes you tingle a little bit even though you know it’s all for show.
Namjoon nods as he steps out with you. “I forgot to tell you, but I can drop you off at home and then pick you up to go to the grocery store.”
You shake your head, following his lead as he moves towards your office with ease. Avoiding all the whispers and glares going on around you. “That’d be a waste of time and gas. I can just go with you to the gym and then we can go from there.”
“I don’t want you to get bored.” He’s sincere about it. He knows you’re not a fan of gyms ever since you were young. He knows you hate the smell of them and the testosterone that gets released into the air by all the men that are trying to compete with one another. Seokjin’s gym is no different.
You shrug, and open the door to your office. “I’ll just run on the treadmill and then bother Seokjin until he kicks me out.” You grin, stepping in. He follows behind you along with Jungkook who has a shit eating grin on his face.
Jungkook closes the door behind him. “Good job team, that’s more like it. You two make a very good and fake loving couple. I just saw all the jealous glares following the two of you. I can assure that all those rumors bothering you today will be forgotten by the time we all leave. Or worse, considering I heard some gasps and the accusation of us being a throuple thrown out there. ” He shrugs and lifts his hands up for a high-five, which the two of you ignore, with a roll of your eyes.
“People need to learn how to whisper.” You shake your head in disbelief before untangling your fingers from Namjoon’s. You spot the box of your new desktop on one of your guest chairs, and you guess it had been delivered to your office by the mail department while you were in class. As annoyed as you are about Namjoon spending his money on you. You’re still grateful he even thought of you in the first place.
Before you can admit defeat and give him your thanks, Namjoon is making a beeline to your empty bookshelf. A stack of papers, neatly placed on one of the shelves. He picks them up and lets out a sigh of relief. He must’ve placed them there while he was waiting for you last Thursday. It’s no wonder you hadn’t really spotted them because they weren’t in your line of sight.
“Found them?” You ask, stepping to the side as Jungkook soundlessly moves behind you to get to your desk.
“Yes, fuck, thank you for helping me.” Namjoon says. “Is it okay if I go back to my office to start grading them?” His question throws you off guard. Why would he need your permission? You nod, and he rushes out a quick thanks before he’s disappearing again, leaving you behind with Jungkook.
For a few minutes there’s an air of silence, apart from Jungkook’s angry mumbles as he assesses the mess of cables. Until he speaks up from under your desk. “You know, the rumors bothered him more than he let on.”
You turn around quickly and walk to where he is kneeling. “What do you mean?”
“Before you came in, he was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf and mumbling about how everyone was stupid for assuming things.” He shrugs, “I think he didn’t want you to worry so much, which is why he told you to ignore them.”
You don’t answer. Instead, you sit down on the floor beside him, watching as he untangles and unplugs cables. “Did you hear the one about him selling his left kidney to the black market?”
Jungkook laughs, looking at you from over his shoulder. “It was so specific, I honestly couldn’t ignore it. I mean why not the right one?”
You laugh, taking the cable he tosses at you.
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Namjoon can feel the droplets of sweat roll down the sides of his face. He hates sweating. Scratch that he hates that his body naturally runs hot, resulting in sweating even when standing still, It gets worse during the summer months. Though, in this instance he isn’t just standing. He’s in an intense sparring match with Jungkook.
After leaving your office. He managed to tidy up and grade at least three papers. The hour was up before he knew it and he was driving the three of you to Seokjin’s gym. The session started off simple, but then he saw that you had changed into gym clothes and for some reason his brain short circuited. He found himself pushing himself more when you looked in his direction and trying his best to get your attention whenever it wasn’t on him.
He doesn’t necessarily understand where this animalistic desire to hunt came from. He just knows that he probably looks like those annoying jocks with an inflated ego. And now you’re behind the gym’s front desk, laughing at something the owner is saying. His pit bubbles up with something undesirable and his hits only get stronger.
He wants your attention.
“Want to tell me why the two of you fought this morning?” Jungkook says out of breath, his words muffled from the navy mouth guard. He steps a few feet away from his brother, hands up protecting his face.
Namjoon understands every word, and he knows his brother had been dying to ask since he stepped into his office earlier that day.
“It’s nothing.” Namjoon shrugs, moving in to land a punch on his shoulder only for it to be blocked by the younger. Sometimes, Namjoon really hates sparring with Jungkook. He can’t begin to understand how the younger’s reflexes are so fast. It’s like he can predict where he is going to hit before Namjoon even thinks about it. He prefers Seokjin, but he’s chatting you up behind the counter. This thought has him charging forward again and Jungkook blocks it again.
Fuck, why is he so good at everything?
Jungkook, steps forward landing a punch to the side of Namjoon’s ribs, and he lets out a huff of pain. “It didn’t seem like nothing, it wasn’t like those petty fights the two of you have been having. It's more right?” He side steps, dodging Namjoon’s hit, and he lets out another frustrated groan. “You’re too slow.” The younger chuckles.
“Maybe you’re just freakishly fast, idiot.” He rolls his eyes, before taking a step back. He lets out a big sigh shaking his head. Wordlessly letting his brother know that he needs a moment. If this was a different day Namjoon could go hours without stopping. But every now and then his body asks for a break.
Jungkook nods before removing one of his gloves and mouth guard. “Are you going to tell me or will I have to live in the dark forever.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“So, I can help of course.” Jungkook replies with a hint of arrogance, a smirk making its way onto his face.
Namjoon sighs as he sits down against the wall, taking off his gloves and setting them to the side. Jungkook joins him, bringing his knees up to his chest, patiently waiting for his brother to answer.
Sometimes it’s funny how things work. Who would’ve thought that the two brother’s from different mother’s would one day grow to depend on each other so much. Despite Jungkook being younger than him, he somehow always had helpful advice.
“Apparently told her that I loved her the same night I told her I could never love her.” He whispers, picking at the gauze on his hands. He ignores Jungkook’s shock, it’s enough to know that he didn’t know and that truly the only one who knew was you. Before he can let his brother get a word in he continues to talk. “I don’t remember that, I don’t remember any of it and it’s scaring me.” He admits, bringing his knees up to his chest.
“What do you mean you don’t remember that. It seems like a pretty big thing to just forget.” Jungkook offers just as equally as confused as him.
“Apparently you called her asking about my whereabouts because my one night stand wouldn’t leave.” Namjoon adds and it triggers a memory Jungkook forgot he had. He does remember being furious at his older brother. Not only because earlier that night you had called him to tell him everything. It only added to his anger when he found a strange woman on his couch.
“How do you not remember that?” Jungkook questions again, sitting up straighter. He remembers the anger he felt then. He remembers picking up his brother at your parents house. And he remembers how drunk Namjoon had been, which only made matters worse because he was uncontrollable and winning like a baby as he hauled him into their shared car. He remembers your tear stained face, and your hardened features. He remembers being afraid of never seeing you again because of his brother and his mistakes. He also remembers everything that spiraled out of control after that night. All the nights you were physically and emotionally in pain. He remembers it so vividly, that he’s so annoyed that his brother doesn’t.
Was that moment so insignificant that he was able to forget it in seconds?
Namjoon sighs, closing his eyes. “I swear on mom and dad’s life, on my career, on my fucking life Kook that I don’t remember anything after I left her house the first time. I don’t remember ever getting home from the bar or bringing somebody home.” There is a mess of emotions going on inside of him, but the main one is fear.
Jungkook turns his head to face his brother. He can see the inner turmoil written all over his face, as much as he felt anger back then. He can’t help but feel a little guilty. What if after all these years his anger was misplaced?
“What are you implying?” Jungkook whispers.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to know. I’ve gone through so many scenarios in my head.” He sets his head on top of his arms resting on his knees. The only thing that he can come up with that makes sense is the one thing he wants to ignore. “Maybe I was drugged.” He whispers. In seconds Jungkook’s arms are around him and he’s bringing him closer. He didn’t know that one day he would’ve had to go through this again, let alone with his brother.
He feels angry again, this time at himself for not thinking twice about everything, and to the people who keep hurting the ones he loves. “I’m sorry Joon, I’m sorry for being such an ass to you. I should’ve–”
“You couldn’t have done anything Kook. You don’t normally think about things like this happening to men, let alone people who look like me. I also don’t know if that’s entirely true.”
“It doesn’t matter Joon, someone still took advantage of you.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe that’s just me making shit up in my head to understand why I can’t remember the second half of events that night.” Namjoon sighs, sitting up straight and unwraps the gauze around his knuckles. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”
Jungkook sighs, shaking his head. “Joon, one day you’re going to realize that you don’t have to fight all of your battles on your own. Whatever happened that night, whatever made you lose your memories that night. You don’t have to go through that alone. You don’t have to put yourself through that agony. You have people around you that will always be there for you.” He says, spotting you laughing at something Seokjin was saying, your short ponytail bouncing while you shake. It took so long for you to smile and laugh like that, and he never wants that smile to disappear again. “You don’t have to make up excuses or say it’s not a big deal. If you believe that’s what happened to you, knowing yourself, then that’s what happened. It might be too late to go back to that time and fix our wrongs, but we can start fresh from this moment on. I know will understand and want that too.” Jungkook finishes, nodding in your direction.
Namjoon follows his younger brother's gaze. He catches you staring at them. At him. The second your eyes meet, you send him a smile, ignoring whatever nonsense Seokjin is spewing at you. It’s a silent conversation, only the two of you understand. He knows that even though things from this morning still need to be resolved, that Jungkook is right.
“When did you get so wise?” Namjoon looks over at him.
Jungkook, sits up taller, puffing his chest out, out of pride from the subtle praise. He flexes his arms in front of him before responding. “Mom says it’s because this isn’t my first life.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes before standing up, grabbing his equipment with him and extends a hand for him to take. “Whatever, I’m going to have to cut our session short.” He pulls the doe-eyed man up with ease, before glancing over his shoulder where you’re now organizing the gym’s merchandise. No doubt that you have somehow been recruited by the owner himself to do the thing he finds most annoying. He smiles wide, looks at his suspecting brother.
“I have to go grocery shopping”
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As gross as it sounds, Namjoon didn’t bother changing out of his gym clothes. He was in such a hurry that all he did was wet his hair in the sink and wipe the sweat from his face. He acknowledges that he might’ve smelled a little too much like a man, but he wouldn’t know because you haven’t made a face or brought it up. You’re simply scanning the aisles, and referring to your phone while he pushes the cart next to you.
“What meals do you want to have this week?” You ask, as you stop walking out of curiosity. He had been so hyper focused on the way that he might’ve smelled that he forgot to ask you that on the car ride over. Now, he is drawing a blank. He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Pasta?” He tilts his head to the side, making you laugh. You should’ve known the only thing he’s really confident in making is pasta. When he told you that Seokjin had been teaching him how to cook, you expected more knowledge of different meals. Not more knowledge on different kinds of pasta.
“How about I decide and you just continue to help me push the cart.” You suggest, giving his shoulder a pat and then start walking again. He forgot the other reason he had been so distracted, until now. You also hadn’t changed from your workout clothes. Not that it mattered because you hadn’t actually worked out. Apart from the thirty minutes on the treadmill before getting distracted by Seokjin, and being roped into odd jobs around the gym.
There should be no reason why your ass looks as good as it did in those wine colored leggings. Or why they somehow hugged your waist perfectly. And why is your black shirt so tight? He feels troubled.
“I’m thinking that we can make a bunch of power bowls for lunch this week, and then I don’t know what for dinner.” You say with a pensive hand on your chin.
“I can make mandu soup one night? Mom showed me how to make it a few years ago.” He adds on, looking at the frozen packs of different types of dumplings. Personally, his favorite ones are the kimchi ones. “But Seokjin also wants me to start fasting, so maybe I can just make you dinner.” He ends, looking over to his side where you’ve taken it upon yourself to open one of the freezer doors. He smiles when you shudder at the sudden cool breeze hitting your arms.
“I can just fast with you.” You shrug, showing him the mixed bag of dumplings. He nods in approval and you hum while setting it down in the cart. He watches as you pull your phone out of the band of your leggings, and check something off from the list on your phone.
Namjoon starts to push the cart again once you step to the side. He feels you come beside him, and from the corner of his eye he sees you place your hand on the cart handle. A little too close to his. “You don’t need to fast with me,” he stops for a second to gather his thoughts. He’s finally beginning to learn that with you he needs to do that before he starts to spew out nonsense. “I don’t want you to fast with me. You don’t need to and it helps me if I make food for you.” He shrugs, looking ahead because he’s positive that he catches the little warmth that hides behind your indifferent stare; he will melt in this frozen aisle of the grocery store.
“Fine, I’ll do a baby fast after I eat dinner, no more midnight snacks and cookies, and icecream.” You decide, and he can’t argue with that because once you have your mind set on something, he knows he won’t be able to change it.
“We can have cookies and ice cream on the weekend.” He pouts, while you open another freezer door and take out two bags, one of frozen pieces of korean pumpkin, and another of frozen pieces of sweet potato. He makes a face, knowing they’re his least favorite but now he understands why you suggested making power bowls for lunch this entire week.
Seokjin must’ve gotten into your head and your grocery list.
He sees you pause before setting the bags into the cart. The wheels visibly turn in your head and you look at him brightly. “Can we make a pit stop before going home?”
Home.
To Namjoon the word feels so foreign and familiar coming from your mouth. If he’s being honest he’s never pictured building a home with anyone in his life. So, why did it feel so right when you said it? He must be trippin. He must be still running on the endorphins of his workout. He must still be thinking about the past Namjoon who confessed without knowledge. He must still be trying to justify his actions to find an answer, because there’s still a little part of him that doesn’t believe he ever said he was in love.
In his thirty years of life he’s never been in love. He can’t begin to explain what love feels like because he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it. Yet, there’s the part of him that is yelling at him, annoyed for ignoring all the signs that were already there. Ever since this morning he’s been in a constant battle with himself. Teetering over the edge of letting himself feel again and keeping all of his feelings locked up like a constipated kid who had too much chocolate before dinner.
He can’t deny that it will just be easier if he lets go, but he wasn’t lying when he told Jungkook he was scared. Scared that something had been taken from him and he didn’t know about it for years. Why must life and love be so complicated? Why couldn’t you have one without the other? He’s always been a simple man. A simple university professor for the later half of his life. And here he was contemplating his life altogether like he was going through the midlife crisis he had when he was twenty five again.
It’s all so tiring, but he supposes this is karma for dedicating his life to philosophy. He overthinks everything and runs himself in circles looking for answers only to end up with more questions.
Sigh.
Namjoon realizes he didn’t answer your question, when you shrug and keep walking. He has to catch up to you with only a few steps before he’s back next to you. Your hand comes up to the handle with practice and you look up at him. The same question burning behind your curious stare.
“Yes, where do you want to go?”
You smile brightly, clapping your hands in front of you. “There’s a really small fruit stand by the apartment, the ahjussi there sells the best sweet potatoes in the world.” You explain with such joy that he can’t help but feel excited as well. “I want to eat only that for dinner. I’ve really been craving it for weeks now. Jungkook used to bring me some whenever he came over after visiting you.”
Namjoon’s mouth opens in understanding and he nods. “Well, you can’t just have that for dinner. You need to eat something else.” He tilts his head and begins to push the grocery cart again.
You pout letting out a whine. “But I literally don’t want anything else except for that. I’ll even eat all three. He always gives an extra one. So, I’ll eat all four.” You follow behind him, as he lets out a chuckle.
“I know you well enough to know that if you do end up eating all four you’ll complain about your stomach hurting for the rest of the night. I’ll make you some tteokbokki.” He offers, pulling open a freezer door and taking out frozen bags of rice cakes and fish cakes.
You wave your hands in front of him. “We are totally derailing from our grocery list.”
“That’s what happens when we come to the store hungry and without a plan.” Namjoon overrides your arms and puts the bags into the cart basket.
You huff. “I did have a plan.”
“The one Seokjin gave you is not a plan but more like a work in progress.” Namjoon counteracts before moving. “Come on, We still need to get vegetables, fruits and some sort of protein. Unless you want to eat a whole weeks worth of frozen food.” He lifts an eyebrow almost as if he’s challenging you.
You roll your eyes, hitting his back lightly. “Next time, I’m going to make the best grocery plan in the world so that you won’t be able to infiltrate it.” You state before walking in front of him, your face furrowed in determination.
It's at this moment, in which Namjoon realizes that maybe letting go wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He’s already been halfway there since the infamous kiss and his talk with Jungkook. He might as well just go in head first fearlessly. Something tells him that at the end of the day it will be worth it.
So, he laughs and follows you, like it’s second nature.
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In the end, Namjoon didn’t start his fast. In fact he was so hungry that he practically begged for you to split the sweet potatoes with him. He knows you won’t finish all four and they smelled so sweet that it made his mouth water.
Now, you’re both sitting in front of his coffee table, picking at the almost empty pot of rice cakes. Namjoon had practically scraped it clean with the left over rice he had fished out of the fridge. There’s an almost empty bottle of wine in between the two of you as you silently digest your meal.
“I think we should talk.” You look over at him bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them. You’ve already showered and changed out of your workout clothes sporting an old t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your hair is still slightly wet, curling at the ends due to the humidity because Namjoon refuses to turn on the aircon until he’s about to fall asleep to conserve electricity.
Namjoon hums, setting down his chopsticks on a napkin, he turns his body to face you, signaling that he agrees with a nod of his head.
“Can I start?” Namjoon tilts his head in question, setting down his chopsticks on the holder in front of him. You weren’t expecting for him to want to go first, especially because he always hated confrontation. He always hated admitting fault, something the two of you have in common. But for some reason it always came easy when it was just the two of you.
You nod your head as a signal for him to continue talking. He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for telling you all those things back then. I regretted it the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted to apologize but I was too much of a coward and I ran away.” He confesses in one breath, bringing his knees up to his chest.
Your heart feels like it's been pierced by a thousand arrows. Each one making the dent deeper. This was the apology you had longed for for years. Not the handwritten one he sent with Jungkook. You had dreamed about it and wondered if you would have ever given him a second chance if he simply just looked you in your eyes and apologized. Yet, the logical part of you knew better. It knew that even if the apology came in any sort of form, you wouldn’t accept it.
The damage was done and you were already spiraling into your black hole with no way out. Until that one silver lining after the unfortunate incident in which you called Jungkook sobbing to pick you up from the stranger's house.
The apology you ever so wanted to hear out loud, meant nothing. Though, that didn't mean you didn’t appreciate it. It was just a little too late.
“I can’t accept your apology Namjoon.” You start, holding your hand up to stop him from speaking up, his mouth hangs open. “But thank you. It took so many years for me to let it go and accept that you will never be in my life again.” You chuckle. “It’s ironic because here we are.” You signal to your surroundings. “I won’t lie you hurt me so much but I ended up hurting myself more. I took your words to heart and spent countless nights thinking I was unlovable but never truly believing it until someone showed me I was only a disposable body to them.” You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.
Namjoon lets out a shaky breath. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He whispers, unsure if he can give you a hug because things are starting to make sense.
You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can talk about it now.” You whisper, your voice faltering in the end. You clear it and continue. “I went out with some people I thought were my friends. The night started out fine, we went for dinner and then decided to hit some clubs. By the third club, I was so drunk that I only remember pieces of it, but I remember enough. I approached him, I made out with him. He told me he and his friends lived outside of the city and if I wanted to come over. I said yes. My friends saw us leaving and they tried to stop me but then pushed me to go, so I did.” You tighten your hold around your arms a little more. “Every time I think about that night. I only remember all the times I could’ve avoided the outcome. We didn’t leave right away. We waited for his friends on some stairs and there was this ajumma who kept telling me not to go, to get away from him. And I didn’t, I stayed. I got in the car, I went into the apartment. I sat on his couch. I then laid in his bed. One of his friends came into the room and he asked me if I was okay and that if I wasn’t he would call me a taxi to go back home, but I declined. That was my last out and I decided to stay.” You rest your chin against your knees, blinking back tears. Though, you’ve partially healed from this moment. It still sits fresh in your mind. You don’t remember his face or his name but there are nights in which your head isn’t screwed on right and you remember the acid burn of his touch.
“It didn’t happen right away, but when it did I first begged him to stop because he wasn’t wearing protection. He kept going and going, while I yelled. He finally stopped when he was pleased and my stomach was stained with him. He got up, went to the bathroom, came back and fell asleep. I laid there paralyzed, feeling the naive girl in me break with every breath that I took. I didn’t know what to do. I somehow convinced myself that it was okay, and I didn’t call your brother until the following morning. I don’t really remember if I slept or not. I don’t remember getting up and getting dressed. All I remember is waking up in your brother's bed with him, Jimin and Tae sleeping on the ground.” You finish, running your thumb underneath your eyes to wipe away the remaining tears.
It’s amazing how every time you talk about it, it always feels like you can start anew. Like you’re still subconsciously carrying that weight and it only gets lighter when you let it out. Still, there’s some part of you that is terrified to look over at Namjoon. You aren’t sure if you should’ve said anything or if it was too soon.
What you don’t expect him to say is, “Can I give you a hug?” Because despite his heart being able to hold different kinds of what he thinks could be love. Affection and comfort is not his strong suit. So, you nod and melt into his arms when they circle around your shoulders gently. It feels ghostly. Like they’re not really there because he’s afraid you’ll break. But he’s always been full of surprises and lately as much as you hate to admit it he’s been surprising you a lot. Both in good and bad ways.
He rests his cheek on top of your head and closes his eyes, sniffling. He started crying eons ago. His eyes were already watering from the start and yet he still has nothing to say. “I’m sorry, you were never unlovable. I shouldn’t have said that.” He whispers, “You were the most precious person in my life at the time and I was afraid of losing you, but I guess I did so anyway. I hate that I wasn’t there for you, and I know that if I hadn’t said what I said, you wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.” He whispers into your hair, finally letting go of his fear and hugging you tightly.
“It’s not your fault Joon.”
“And it’s not yours either.” He counteracts, twinkling his fingertips down your arm, his hand encases around yours, spreading your palm to fit his fingers in between the spaces of your own. “I’m sorry for kissing you the other night and being such an asshole about it after. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” You grin, sniffling.
Namjoon sighs, before finally intertwining his fingers with yours. I’m sorry for telling you that I loved you and then not remembering it. But please believe me when I tell you that I didn’t sleep with anyone that night I really don't remember ever bringing somebody home. I don’t know what happened, if I was drugged or if I really drank to the point of blacking out, but I really don’t remember.” He says almost begging towards the end. You hold his hand tighter and nod your head in acknowledgment.
The strings of your heart start being plugged like the strings of a guitar that is out of tune. You hope with everything in your being that nothing like what happened to you happened to him, because you know what it feels like. You know what it feels like to lose that part of you and spend years looking for it. Only to realize that it’s gone and never coming back. Only to realize that the one thing you can do is let go and build it up again piece by piece. This time stronger.
“I’m sorry, Joon, I don’t know if we will ever know but I can be there for you if you ever do end up remembering something.” You hold him tighter and he does the same with you. You stay like that basking in the silence that’s grown to be a sort of comfort in the past few hours. You forget about all of the fights and snarky comments. Except for the one prying question you’ve had lingering in the back of your mind.
“Can I ask you something?” You tilt your head to the side, his face is so close to yours that you can still smell the wine and kimchi lingering in his breath.
“Anything.” He grins, moving his head a little up to give himself a little more view of your eyes. They’re twinkling like the midnight skies the two of you used to wish the city had. He never found the stars with the amount of light pollution from all the skyscrapers, but he always found them in your eyes.
His heart jumps.
“Did you really mean it that night?” You begin, “That you loved me.” You whisper the last part so low that he’s thankful the house is silent because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.
Namjoon is at a crossroads. He’s unsure of what to say or what the correct answer should be. Yet, he doesn’t want to lie, and remembers the promise he made tonight with Jungkook sitting by his side.
Let go.
“I loved you the minute we sat in that coffee shop, mourning over our unfortunate break ups while sharing that stupid cake.”
For the second time since entering each other's life, both of you give in. Instead of him being the one to move first. It’s you.
You hesitate, until he nods in approval and finally you kiss him.
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【 stepping toe to toe with you 】
prompt #2: They were dancing together but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and now they were both standing here, awkwardly staring at each other (ft. jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola)
gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 860 words
a/n: hello it is so late i wanna sleep but i was also determined to post this today. so here we are. if there are spelling mistakes forgive me everyone, but i hope you enjoy :D
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Jade Leech
Jade was never one for dancing, per se, but a very enthusiastic Prefect looking at him with puppy eyes was a good enough incentive as any.
"C'mon Jade-senpai," You said, tugging him to the middle of the hall. "They don't have parties like this everyday." And you were right, parties seldom happened in Mostro Lounge. But he was Jade Leech after all. He could indulge in you for a few minutes of mindless dancing.
That was until the music drastically shifted into a slow song. Jade froze. He swore that he saw Floyd standing near the sound booth with a smug smile on his face.
"Do you know how to ballroom dance, senpai?"
"Regrettably, I do not," Jade said shortly.
"Well, do you want to try?" With such an expectant smile on your face, how was Jade to refuse?
It wasn't long before Jade was flushing down his neck after stepping on your feet for the nth time.
"For someone who moves elegantly, your coordination is terrible," You teased and Jade was mentally preparing to roast Floyd on a spit.
"If you'd like to dance, Floyd would be happy to accompany you," Jade reasoned quickly. "He is more than competent dancer—."
"Senpai~" You drew out the last syllable, tugging till he was chest-to-chest with you. "It's you that I want to dance with, okay?"
And Jade shut up at that. His hand squeezed yours as he clumsily continued to blunder through the steps. Maybe dancing wasn't so bad, especially if it was with you.
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Trey Clover
Trey had never been the one to listen to music in the kitchen, but you were. That was exactly why he was getting tugged along with you in a clumsy sort of dance. You laughed when he narrowly avoided bumping into a counter.
"Wow, senpai, where'd you learn those moves?" You asked, the teasing light on your tongue. He flushed lightly at the words, before grabbing your arm and pulling you into a spin.
"Give a guy a break," Trey mumbled, eyeing the clock. "I'm trying not to burn the cake."
"If it burns, then can I eat it?"
He sighed as you tugged him into another spin, "I spoil you too much."
That was when the music shuffled into a soft, orchestral tune. He froze in his spot, his hand lamely limp in yours are he looked everywhere but at you.
That was when you let go, bowing deeply, "Ahem, may I have this dance, Sir Clover?"
Trey took one look at the grin on your face and placed his hand in yours, "I hope you know how to lead, because I'm not well-versed in ballroom dancing."
You laughed, bright and colorful, "All you gotta do is hold on to me, alright, senpai?"
"Alright," Trey's reply was almost automatic, his heart fluttering. "I'll make sure never to let go." It sounded like a promise. And it was. It was a promise he was intent on keeping, after all.
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Ace Trappola
Ace was having the time of his life. There was a smirk on his face as he entwined his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd.
"Ace Trappola! We're– We just left all the others behind!" You scolded over the noise of the crowd.
"Oops, my bad," Ace said, clearly not feeling bad at all. "Those boring losers didn't even want to dance."
Your brows furrowed, "Those 'boring losers' are gonna end up getting kidnapp—"
"Relax," Ace drawled, pulling you into a spin. "Have some faith in Jack, will ya? 'Sides, it'd be a crime not to dance, Prefect." You looked two seconds from hitting him with a tirade of insults but he watched as your shoulders slumped.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Ace hummed the familiar tune, watching as you finally started loosening up. That was when he heard a voice booming over the speakers, "Alright folks, we got a request from Trappola Sucks to put on a slow song! Hope you enjoy it, Trappola Sucks!"
The song shifted to a slower one and you all but laughed, "Fifty thaumarks that it was Epel and Deuce."
"This is so not funny," Ace muttered, but he still pulled you closer. All the others around you had paired up, and he would be damned if a stranger came to take you away.
"May I have this dance, Mr. Trappola Sucks?" You asked, and he couldn't help but fondly roll his eyes.
His heart almost jumped up to his throat when he noticed just how close you were to him. Sevens, his palms were sweating.
You huffed out another laugh as you let your head fall on his shoulder, "Where'd all that bravado go? Don't tell me you've finally fallen for my charm?"
Ace pouted and before he could process what he was about to say, he blurted, "So what if I did? Are you gonna do anything about it?"
You hummed, squeezing his palm, "I would take you on a date?" And now Ace wasn't sure who was being swept off their feet. He was sure he confessed, but the way you took initiative made him speechless.
"Is that a yes, Trappola?"
"Fuck you. Of course it's a yes."
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I have a silly little request based off your dealer!ellie. (: maybe something along the lines of ellie taking reader to a party so she can do some business and while she’s busy reader gets a little too bored and gets drunk dancing by herself and Ellie is like ok time to go, and it’s just cute and wholesome ellie taking care of drunk stubborn reader idk I’m down bad up for your dealer ellie. <3 have a good day!!
party fever.
🎀 reader being drunk and silly and horny with a daddy mention, alcohol mention, vague mention of drug dealing etc
• you were having a great time, with or without ellie. you had come to the party with her, but you’d barely been able to spend any time with her. if people weren’t buying from her, she had customers coming up to her making conversation — having known eachother from previous purchases or smoke sessions. you had been sipping away at your drink stood next to her quietly before wandering off, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to kick in and effect your confidence.
• ellie found you three more drinks down, clumsily dancing around and giggling. she’d torn herself away from a conversation to find you, wanting to know what you were up to. she sighed, shaking her head with a good-natured smirk when she spotted you, striding over and placing her hands on your waist from behind. “‘scuse me i hav-a girlfriend.” you slurred, lazily removing her hands and turning around to come face to face with her amused expression. “ellie!” you threw your arms around her.
• she laughed, patting your back and squeezing you at the waist. “hey, bug.” her brows frowned slightly through her smile, trying to hold you still as you pulled away to look inside your cup. “y’had a lot to drink, huh?” she asked and you shrugged, eyes watery and slow from the alcohol. “mm—mm. just a little tiny bit.” you swayed, pinching your fingers close together in the air in reference to how much you’d had.
• “oh yeah? i think you’ve had a little tiny bit too much.” she chuckled, taking the cup of your hands and handing it to random passer-by who downed it without question. “heeey, my drink.” you pout.
• “think i better get you back home, hey?” she placed her hands on your shoulders, steering you through the crowd. different people scattered about the room yelled their goodbye to ellie when they saw her headed towards the door, to which she offered them a friendly nod — distracted by making sure you weren’t tripping over your own feet.
• the two of you stepped outside and you spun around, coming face to face with your auburn haired girlfriend. you giggled, face close to hers and she chuckled in confusion. “uh, hello?”
• “i’m your girlfriend.” you giggled giddily in awe and she squinted slightly in confusion. “you just now figuring that one out…?” she responded.
• “m’so lucky. everyone knows you n’likes you ‘nd you picked me out of everyone.” you bat your eyelashes, both hands on her shoulders. she smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
• “and i’d do it again. c’mon, pretty girl let’s get you to the car.” she ushered you to where her car was parked outside, a slight blush tinting her freckled cheeks. she had driven to the house party, not planning on drinking and she was glad the two of you had opted not to walk, making your trip to the dorm much easier.
• you surprisingly behaved yourself in the car, much more fixated on watching ellie drive, admiring the way she leans back, manspreading slightly, driving casually and effortlessly. “y’look good ellie. y’look sooo daddy when you drive.” you giggled in your seat, hand reaching out to try and subtly feel the flex of her bicep through her thick khaki jacket she wore over her hoodie. she laughed at the sudden compliment, glancing between you and the traffic. “thank you, baby.” she shook her head, knowing you had no filter when you were drunk. she let the silence settle before chuckling to herself again, reaching to her side and squeezing your hand.
• the two of you arrived back to your dorm, and she shucked off her shoes and backpack in the corner like she always did before helping you with your shoes, holding onto her shoulders for stability when she bent down to pull them off. she pat her pockets for her phone when she stood back up, pulling it out and beginning to tap at it. “gonna get you food, yeah? sober you up.” she spoke distractedly, finding your favourite takeout joint on her food delivery app, your order already recommended from her last purchase.
• you gasp, delighted as you watch her order, clutching her free arm, shaking it wildly in excitement. “baby, please.” she mumbles in concentration as she adds her order and hits purchase. “alright, all done — should be here soon.” she sighs out, tossing her phone on your bed and stretching, looking at you as she takes her jacket off. you kiss her cheek, grabbing the other side of her head sloppily to pull her closer. “th’nks, els.”
• you stroll over to your bed and flop onto your front comfortably. “could fall asleep just like this.” you sigh wistfully into the bed covers and she meanders up behind you, patting your butt twice. “nope, up you get. you’re not sleepin’ til your ass is wearing pyjamas with a belly full’a food. c’mon.” she hoists you up, but you pull her down with you in a fit of giggles. “oh boy.” she sighs, but the smile on her face suggests she was just as amused as you.
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avesque · 1 year
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hii! would I be able to request a fic about neteyam? just pure fluff? but aged up if that makes sense like neteyam would be 19 and the reader would be the same age as well!🫶 hope you’re having a beautiful day!🫶
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in the quiet of the night — neteyam
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— you find out the remedy to a headache is a slow dance.
INCLUDES fem!reader, omatikaya!reader. established relationship, fluff. 1.0k words.
NOTE i love writing characters slow dancing; thank you for giving me an excuse to do so!
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it is past eclipse when neteyam and the other hunters finally reached the village with a plentiful catch. the weather had drastically changed throughout the whole day, the wind biting at his face but the sun harsh on his skin. it had started a blooming headache on the back of his skull.
he would love nothing more than a peaceful rest and to come home to you but the people await, the feast just starting as the night grows deeper.
you are by his side, fixing the necklace you have weaved for him many moons ago. the place is starting to fill up as your fellow people gather around the bonfire.
he winces as a group of kids run past you, squealing in delight. it makes his head pound harder and he closes his eyes to try and ease the feeling.
“is something wrong?” your voice is like music to his ears, palms delicate against his skin as you feel his forehead.
neteyam shakes his head. “nothing bad, just a little headache.”
he cracks his eyes open to find you frowning, a worried dent in between your eyebrows. he smiles just to reassure you, cupping your face and gently rubbing away your worry.
“i am fine, tìyawn,” he promises. “it will go away soon.”
the olo’eyktan first pays gratitude to eywa for the clan’s blessing and the feast starts. the night is alive, bright yellows and orange dancing in the night, filled with laughter and the chatter of people you have known all your life.
there are girls dancing as other na’vi taps away on their instruments. a quiet laugh bubbles up your throat that has neteyam turning his gaze to you.
when you meet his curious eyes, you point somewhere a few feet from you, where lo’ak is getting dragged by a familiar girl, one you’ve heard is interested in him.
you both watch as his brother clumsily moves to the music, tripping over his feet in the process. a little ways behind them is the chief and his mate, twin smiles on their faces as they watch their youngest son. when their gazes flit in your direction, you make a decision to drag neteyam up there.
you make some flimsy little excuse to save neteyam from his agony. the tsahìk sends you and her son a worried glance but you reassure her you will take care of him as best as you can, and will call her if it ever worsens.
the walk back to your shared tent is quiet. your hands are clasped so tightly in his, snug and perfect like it was meant for him to hold all along.
“thank you,” he says into the night. you look at him, so pretty under the moons’ light, the beads in his braids reflecting the faint glow from above.
there’s a funny little smile playing on your lips. “what for?” you squeeze his hand one, two, three times.
neteyam shrugs. he squeezes your hand one, two, three times and tugs you closer. you place a palm on his chest, the other still holding his hand. a cold breeze flutters by as he rests his forehead on yours.
though this is an unusual act from your mate, you do not question him. the people are too busy and caught up in the feast, you suppose no one will come back out here this early and maybe that’s why neteyam decides to let his guard down.
you don’t notice it at first, too focused on the feel of him this close to you, but you’re moving — neteyam is moving, you realize. slowly, back and forth, a mess of feet and a shy giggle from him.
“what are we doing?” your question is laced with equal parts fondness and mirth. unsure as you are, you follow him, just as you always do, in anything and everything.
“dancing.”
you pull away, a confused little pout on your face. “this is dancing?”
he hums. your confusion doubles as he raises one arm with your hand still in his.
“turn,” he says, and you do, movements clumsy and unsure, but when you’re facing him again and he has a big smile on his face threatening to split his face in half, you will your worries away.
“this is dancing?” you reiterate.
“yes,” he muses. his smile is boyish, a little sharper on the other end, a light smirk. it is so reminiscent of the fourteen-year-old neteyam that stole your heart. “dad dances like this with mom. he says it is a sky people thing.”
“just like this?” neteyam prompts you to turn again, and you do, though he does not let go of your hands. his left arm goes over your head and, once you’re facing forward with your back to his, he pulls you closer. “without music?”
“there is music. he sings it.”
“the olo’eyktan sings?”
his chuckle is right by your ear. “hums it,” he explains.
it’s kind of awkward, lumbering away with your moves unpracticed. his hands let go and you think it’s over, but then his arms are around you, hugging you to his chest. his warmth is welcomed, body melting into his own. you lean back and rest your head on the juncture of his neck, a space you believe was molded to fit you in all ways.
it’s ironic how you were laughing at lo’ak earlier yet tripping over neteyam’s feet every now and then.
you hear him right by your ear — a deep hum, coming straight from his chest. it vibrates against your back, a soft buzz that tickles your spine.
your pair turns in a slow circle to the song he’s humming, backed by the faint hubbub from the gathering and the noise of insects around.
“is that the same song your father hums?” you tilt your head back a little.
a faint kiss is dropped on your temple before he rests his cheek there. “yes. he’s been humming it ever since i can remember.” he pauses, then, “i’ve always dreamt of doing the same someday… with the person i love.”
“well,” you nuzzle closer to him, gently nosing under his chin, “how is that dream going?”
neteyam exhales a content sigh, headache forgotten. “like i can stay like this forever.”
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thesugarsoiree · 4 months
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Saviour Of Dragons | CHAPTER SEVEN
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Today was a day of rejoicement, a day of celebration, a day blessed by the gods—for everyone except Y/n.
Rhaenyra had announced her sixth pregnancy to her people, commencing a day of dances and tourneys till the sun would rise again. Y/n, however, knew the truth of the matter. This child would never be born and this celebration would soon turn to blood and ash in their mouths. The dance had finally begun, whether they knew it or not.
“Ser Cargyll,” Rhaenyra called from her position on her chaise, beckoning Y/n to join her. She did so, heavy armor whining as she sat on the soft cushions in one of the castle's many great chambers.
“I would like to know your opinion on a personal matter.” The Princess hummed, continuing to embroider a pillow Y/n assumed was for the babe.
“Yes, your highness?” She asked, intrigued by the notion that Rhaenyra would take to heart anything she said.
“I know that the child I will bear will be a girl,” Rhaenyra began, “and I want to name her Visenya.” 
Y/n paused, Rhaenyra looking up into the slit of her helmet, “That name…” The knight trailed off, unwilling to offend the Princess.
“I know, not one with much luck.” Rhaenyra laughed, putting the needle and thread down.
“What do you think of it?” She inquired.
“I think that it is a name fit for a Targaryen, but only one has ever had the pleasure of keeping it.” Y/n insinuated towards the many deaths associated with past Targaryen’s attempting to name their daughters ‘Visenya’.
“That is true. What would you suggest I name her instead?” Y/n was endeared by Rhaenyra’s steadfast assumption she was going to have a girl, thinking for a long while before answering.
“Aemma, for your mother, Princess. Or perhaps Alysanne, to honour the good-queen.” She said, Rhaenyra blinking a moment before a wide smile blessed her face.
“Excellent suggestions, Y/n.” Rhaenyra praised, continuing her embroidery. “That will be all.”
“Your highness.” Y/n bowed, returning to her post. Maybe the child would survive, Y/n had changed so much already within the Dance’s story surely she could change this as well. Y/n took a deep breath. That was wishful thinking, but then again it was wishes that got her here in the first place.
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Y/n lay with her back against the soft grass of the Dragonmont, hair undone and splayed all about her. Morghul, Rhaelys, and Veraxes rested upon her, though they all found different spots for their heads to take purchase. Morghul laid upon her chest, contented breaths tickling underneath her chin. Rhaelys nuzzled her head into Y/n’s stomach, purrs rumbling from her throat. Veraxes cuddles into her arm, allowing it to wrap around his head and neck as he slept.
It was peaceful, moments like this, so peaceful Y/n forgot they were dragons most times. That peace did not last.
He came from above, his familiar whining-call echoing throughout the valley. Y/n scrambled up, the three dragons suddenly aware as she rose. His blood-coloured scales were matte in the light of the sun, the beast's long serpentine neck slithering as he looked down at them. Upon his back was a speck, a silver-haired speck which Y/n could not face as she was.
She bolted from her spot, running as fast as her feet would take her although deep down she knew it wouldn’t be enough. Her three dragons followed suit, though eventually they picked up into the air — something Y/n wished she could’ve done. She could hear his rumble getting closer, his heat narrowing onto her. Y/n looked to her side and saw Morghul, still running clumsily while her siblings hung low in the sky, circling Caraxes with small cries.
If there was any time for Y/n to learn how to ride a dragon, it would have to be now. She slowed, grabbing hold of Morghul’s frills and hopping onto her back. The dragon screeched, taking a few more steps before she launched them both into the air. Y/n looked back towards Caraxes, the elder dragon and his rider not pursuing them as her and her dragons flew higher into the cloudy sky. Morghul’s neck moved similarly to her father’s, happy chirps disappearing into the air. She weaved between Rhaelys and Veraxes, the three treating the air as if it was a ballroom.
Y/n had never felt so free than she did at this moment. Above it all, above all the mess and the bloodshed and the threats. That freedom, however, was interrupted by a shocked voice.
“Who are you?” Y/n snapped her head towards the sound, seeing Vermax and Jacaerys gliding beside her, Morghul snipping slightly at the other dragon. They were the same size now, it was shocking to see how much they’d grown now that all three of her dragons were able to be compared to another.
“M-My Prince!” Y/n replied, at a loss for words. He had glided so seamlessly she did not hear a noise as he arrived. Jacaerys’ face scrunched, then his eyes widened.
“Nightwolf?”
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lil-elle · 3 months
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8TURN FIRST KISSES⁉️⁉️
Sorry this took so long omg 😭
8TURN First Kisses
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pairs: 8turn x gn!reader
genre: crushes/pining, fluff, first kiss
word count: 1.3k
content: kissing
a/n: ahhajbwvusbusuvevu theyre so cute ☹️
Jaeyun:
Would be determined. Knows what he wants and knows how to get it
But he'd also be a gentleman, his lips approaching yours slowly a day giving you a chance to pull away if it's not what you want
Right before his lips touch yours he'd whisper “Can I?” and if you nod or say yes, his lips would be pressed to yours so fast
Definitely a good kisser. Seems like he'd have experience. The way his lips move gently against yours, not too aggressive but with a slight neediness to them, would just drive you insane and have you gripping his shirt
He wouldn't do it for too long, wanting to take things slow and make sure he doesn't overwhelm you. Would just smile and rub his thumbs against your red cheeks once you two pull away
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Myungho:
Definitely a little shy. Probably trembling slightly and maybe stuttering a little as he approaches your face and asks for permission to keep going
One he gets that permission, his kiss would start slow, his hands sliding up to hold each side of your face as he melts against your lips
Would just love being able to feel the heat on your cheeks and your heartbeat, reassuring him that he's not the only one that was nervous and excited for this
Would be short and sweet, he's just so respectful :((( would just smile happily at you making you just die because he's so charming and precious
This is just the first kiss though. By the time you get to your second kiss he'd definitely have found his confidence, kissing you firmer and letting his hands sit on your waist or hips
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Minho:
It'd come so naturally. You'd just be joking about something together while hanging out, or shoving each other playfully, giggling. Suddenly he'd pull you towards him and his lips would be on yours, still smiling as he kisses you
You'd just immediately melt into it, so comfortable that you wouldn't even hesitate before reciprocating
He'd wrap his arms comfortably around you and your hands would rest against his chest as his lips press softly to yours over and over
After pulling away, he'd tease the hell out of you, calling you cute from blushing so hard and kissing your red cheeks and nose
You'd just tease him back, saying that he's the one that couldn't hold back from kissing you and he's the one with a face redder than a chilli pepper. Your jokes would just leave both of you giggling again and your lips would find each other again not very long after
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Yoonsung:
He'd definitely have taken you out on a super romantic dinner date. Either that or invited you over where he'd set up his own romantic dinner in his living room. Candles lit, soft music playing, rose petals. The set up would have you giggling from how cliche it is
You'd sit down, eat and just chat. Making jokes, him saying little cheesy pick up lines every now and then. You'd catch him looking lovingly at you when you giggle, making your heart race
He'd eventually ask you to dance, and it'd start slow but suddenly it'd be like a whole tango and he's dipping you, leaning over you and pressing his lips hard and clumsily to yours
It'd be quick but leave your lips tingling, staring up at him with stars in your eyes as he blushes a bit from the dramatic display
You'd sit back down and eat dessert but it's like the whole atmosphere between you would've changed. Suddenly you're both hyper, loud, chatty, and just so comfy and happy together
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Haemin:
It'd definitely be while you two are on a romantic walk or something, strolling alone together through the cool evening breeze, his hand eventually creeping into yours and intertwining your fingers
He'd suddenly stop and turn to you, grabbing your other hand and pulling you against his chest. He'd slowly look down at your lips, making sure you noticed and you'd be quick to close your eyes, picking up the hint
He wouldn't waste any time placing the most perfect, soft, romantic kiss to your lips, being respectful about taking things slow but his lips still moving against yours in a way that showed you he was needy
He wouldn't go too far being out in public, but once you get back to the dorm he'd be kissing you again in more of a way he wanted to, whispering to you how he's loved you for so long, his hands on your waist
The only reason he'd stop is because another member would catch you two, making you embarrassed and making haemin secretly annoyed
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Kyungmin:
He seems quite handsome and smooth on the outside, but one the inside he'd be so shy and nervous, almost forcing you to make a move because he simply wouldn't
His hands would be shaky but he'd be trying to play off his nervousness with charming words in his deep voice, the shake in his voice and red tint on his face giving away his true feelings
His breathing would get heavy as you lean closer, starting to close your eyes. He's so nervous because it's actually his first kiss, despite him seemingly like he'd be popular with the ladies
It'd be so perfectly clumsy, his lips slightly off centre to yours as his hands pat your arms, making you blush even harder
When he pulls away, he wouldn't be able to say anything at all, just stare, dazed. His brain would be in overdrive, trying to calm himself down while also screaming on the inside. When he finally snaps out of it, he'd bring your hand up to his lips, staring into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles and confesses
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Yungyu:
Wouldn't even do it on purpose. You'd just be talking to him and he'd tease you and you'd pout. He'd think you're so cute, he'd just grab your face and start planting kissed all over it, his finally kiss landing on your lips and causing you to squeak in shock
He's not a bad kisser either. You'd think he must've watched lots of videos on how to kiss, your train of thought then wandering to the possibility of him wanting to kiss you for a while
When he finally pulls away, you're stunned and watch as he slowly realises what he just did. He'd be frantically apologising, trying to explain himself with a face so red you fear he might have a fever. It'd be so charming, so him
You'd grab him by the collar, pulling him down to you and kissing him again, his eyes going wide at your sudden bold action
When you pull away, he's the one that's dazed, but in the end you both ended up incredibly red and embarrassed, staring at each other in silence
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Seungheon:
He's just a little guy with a little crush ☹️🤏His kiss would be so completely cute and innocent, soft and gentle, his hands shaking with nervousness and his whole face bright red
It'd be so sweet though, a kiss that makes you really feel so loved. Afterwards he'd be shy for a moment before proceeding to absolutely litter your face with kisses
He'd kiss your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, jaw, all over your face. He'd just be so overwhelmed with his love for you, his heart beating in a way he's never felt before
I fear he'd also become quickly addicted, sneaking tiny pecks from you whenever he could.
You and all the members would just be all together. You'd be on the couch watching TV and suddenly he'd come up behind you, his arms around your shoulders, and start talking so lowly in your ear with his deep voice. He'd ask you about something trivial like what you want to eat before turning your face to give a peck to your lips. The members would just be so completely shocked. Their cute little maknae????? Doing that?????
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♡♡♡♡♡♡
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lace-coffin · 3 months
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Hi, I hope you're doing well, but can I request a headcanon where Bubba had a bad day and was a little sad and S/O starts giving him kisses and hugs to make him feel better. I like your blog so much!
Thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m glad your enjoying my stuff < 3
Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day
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Gn!Reader x Bubba Sawyer
Requests are closed!
You can see it in the way her shoulders sag like the weight of the world is being held on them, more out of it than usual and despondent. Even people as upbeat as bubba have bad days.
Unsurprisingly being the main bread (or meat lmao) winner for the family can be a big job, mentally and physically. He knows he’s doing it for his family, they need to eat, it’s not optional with the limited resources they have but..sometimes it’s so hard to disconnect from the people they kill. despite only being meat to the sawyer’s bubba knows that they’re a loved to someone else, a sister, mother, new dad maybe.
They understand the weight of loosing a loved one, the entire family essentially falling apart at the seams when nubbins passed. It makes her sick knowing she’s responsible for the same heartache she’s experienced first hand. But is it truly her fault? Without him providing food his family will starve and he can’t bare to loose anyone else.
On days like these it’s best to keep her distracted, playing games with the family if you can convince Drayton to begrudgingly join in. (He’ll do it for bubba but won’t admit it) preparing meals for him is a good idea, unable to even look at the meat knowing the origin of it. Try to make dinner more vegetable based on these days, you can even harvest the vegetables from the garden as an activity to take her mind off it. Don’t let chop help though unless you want to watch him throw dirt at his little sibling. He’ll clear off if you threaten to put an earthworm in his plate lol.
Insist on helping them with the dishes in the evening, dancing stupidly to music on the old crackly radio as you scrub. Thank him for his help and place little kisses on his cheeks, residing in his warmth like your the only two people in the world. safe in the sanctuary of the kitchen.
This regularly leads to clumsily slow dancing to unfitting music on whatever station you found first. Neither of you actually know how to slow dance, more just leaning into eachother and waddling side to side but you don’t care enough to learn, just happy to be held.
Eventually it’s time for bed, both of you exhausted, you from doing a brunt of the housework and bubba carrying that post depression exhaustion. Undoing the mask comes next, it’s not an easy feat. Bubba isn’t sure whether she feels more or less herself in the mask, unable to express herself without but bound to one expression in.
Gently pry the mask off and sit in front of the mirror with them, walk them through your favourite parts. Trace the bump of his nose, slightly crooked from a tussle with a victim, never quite healing right. Cup his warm full cheeks and dust them with kisses and praise. Tease your thumb over her plump lips, tell her they remind you of a cherub, sent from heaven just for you.
If you can love bubba than there must be something worth loving about himself ,he thinks.
Being the big spoon is a good idea in these moments, let them feel small and protected under you, tracing over their curves and freckles gently, making them whine and shiver. She’ll never completely forgive herself for the things she’s done but it helps that you see goodness in her, love, compassion, emotion. She just wishes she could see those things in herself on hard days.
For now this is enough, the coziness of your body blending into his until it’s unidentifiable where you begin and bubba ends. In some ways it already feels like you’re becoming part of eachother the longer you bond and the deeper you fall. You fall asleep after whispering a hushed “I love you” into their hair and receiving bubba’s sleepy equivalent of the same. Today was tiresome but the sun will rise again over the homestead, bathing the two of you and readying you for another day in eachother arms.
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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Some cute, maybe slightly spicy, slow dances with Task Force 141?
Cute and spicy is my middle name. Well actually its not, its much cuter.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, slow dancing, size difference, flirting
A/N: Slow dancing is the only kind of dancing I like doing.
Simon is really awkward when slow dancing because of the height difference between you two. Your face is almost always to his chest, you can hear how hard his heart is beating while he's stumbling around clumsily, trying not to steep on your feet while also listening to the music and trying to look cool.
John is a big fan of all kinds of dances really, especially ones that let him be close to you. Slow dancing? Sign him up any day. Having you this close, pressed up against him and your lips just a head tilt away from his, your laugh all cute when you look at him as he dips you down and then back up.
Kyle knows how to dance but he hasn't had much opportunity lately so he's a little bit rusty these days. You'll have to forgive any mistakes he makes but its a really good idea as far as he's concerned. He gets to get close and throw all of his new pick up lines at you and this time you can't run away from them because the dancing was your idea.
Price isn't that big of a fan of dancing but only because he's no good it at all. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, how to move along with the music or if he should hum or not. He's so stiff when it first starts that it takes you a lot of talking and kissing to get him to the point where he can press his body against yours and dance.
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onlyseokmins · 1 year
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aftercare • w.j.h.
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Pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader
Genres: implied smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, aftercare!au
Warnings: swearing, gooey-ooey shit tbh, lil sneak of possessiveness, tiny angst if u squint, feelings ew, mentions of sex but it's actually really soft but lmk if i missed smth
WC: 1.3k
A/N: a request i kind of got a lil carried away with idk if this is what they were looking for but this is what my brain came up with askdjfksdj i think i made it gender neutral 🤞🏻 but if i missed up please let me know - i didn't intend to but it just turned out that way :3
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Sweaty bodies lay against one another, bedsheets tangled and damp from the rigorous amounts of exertion earlier. Yet it's not uncomfortable at all.
It hits Junhui first, coming out of his post-nut clarity with a startling — almost terrifying — realization. You looked good earlier. Good enough to eat. Decked out in a sexy little fit that had everyone's heads turning at the club… and effectively turning him on.
He'd had his hands all over you in record time. The need to touch and claim you as his for all to see was ravenous. All-consuming. Not even a half hour had passed before he'd worked up your sexual tension so high on the dance floor with slow grinding and sneaky groping. Then he was teasing and prepping you with nimble fingers during the ride back to his place. 
Tongue battling yours, mouths and lips sloppily making out while he struggled to open the door. Immediately dropping to his knees to explore your intimate parts once the lock clicked and you were inside, back pressed firmly against the other side as he slid down to have his way with you.
Junhui is very well-acquainted with your body but nothing gets him going like finding a new way to make you squirm and moan louder. 
For him.
But now, thoroughly fucked out and fucked well, you have a glowing vulnerable air of softness around you. All for him. Alone.
And he finds you as gorgeous — if not even more so — as he did before. Just as radiant as when you first met, standing out amongst everyone else in a subtle way that drew him in.
Junhui had genuinely wanted to get to know you first. Approached you with honest intentions. It was you who shuffled the cards and set the rules, putting the initial offer on the table to win the game. And how could he resist?
He lost the reckless deal willingly and easily dived into this odd arrangement of not-quite-friends with plenty of sexual benefits. But his heart had already clumsily fallen for you even back then.
With his brain only catching up to speed now. So he can't help but place what feels like an instinctual kiss on your nose that he'd denied doing before, watching with an astounding amount of endearment at how your eyes nearly cross at the action.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
You follow his lead, guided by his hand holding yours. Tremors and shaky legs are but a by-product your aching body experiences after sex with him. Normally that would inflate Junhui's ego — maybe even rile him up enough for another round.
But contrary to the roughness he exhibits and indulges your bedroom desires with, the warm cast of the nightlight he'd installed in the bathroom (after one too many stumbles with you in the dark) dials down those lust-filled feelings with… something different.
Of course, you act like you don't notice the sudden shift between you two. Simply choosing to stare blankly ahead, posture slouched unattractively over the toilet that he helped you sit on. Yet he's never seen you any lovelier despite the telltale empty look in your eyes. More than likely planning the usual, sneaky exodus he can't seem to encourage you from forgetting.
"You'll stay the night?" The man tries not to sound too hopeful — too needy — while wetting a fresh washrag under warm water for you after rinsing off the one used on himself. "I… accidentally ripped all your clothes anyways."
"Sure there's something I could salvage."
"You can get all cozy and snuggle underneath the new blanket I just bought. It has cute cat faces on it and it's super fuzzy."
"Or you could give me something to wear, bet you have something laying around that I can use."
"I mean, I could since it doesn't bother me if you borrow something of mine. Or you could leave a couple pairs of clothing here next time for next time. I told you I didn't mind."
Junhui expects a disappointed, slightly annoyed sigh of his name like usual. But he should know what happens when he breaks the mode; it triggers a butterfly effect. 
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you question pointedly, though you let him gently pick up your hand so he can dab at it. Palm to palm, it lays lax against his — neither holding but not pulling away — and he takes that as a win. "I spent a good amount of money on those, you know."
"I'll buy you more."
"Junhui…"
He focuses on the tender motions of wiping your arm, ignoring the warning call of his name that's always delivered in a cold tone. Once he reaches past your shoulder and sweeps delicately across your collarbones littered with teeth marks, his eyes are drawn up to your slightly chapped lips that are set in a frown.
"Um, don't worry I can also have them fixed. My friend's good at stitching and it's not like they're… in pieces."
"So they're wearable."
He whispers loudly in mild frustration, "Why do you keep trying so hard to escape?" even though you've made no effort to physically move.
"I'm only escaping if you're keeping me against my will. Otherwise it's simply called leaving."
"But I don't want you to leave! Can't you see I'd rather have you stay?"
"… Why?"
"Why?" he repeats incredulously and leaves the wet cloth to hang on your opposite shoulder. Bare fingers brush the side of your neck, cup your cheek, and a thumb sweetly rubs at the corner of your mouth. Brown eyes raise from the curve of your lips to the cute bump of your nose to finally meet your eyes. Despite your aloof front, he can see how they flicker with an uncertainty he wishes to soothe. "Because I like you. If you want to be held captive, just say the word."
"You're crazy."
"Crazy for you, sure. But I am definitely in my right mind and I mean what I say."
Suddenly backing away with a tug, Junhui urges you to stand with him. You still ask your demanding questions even as he releases his hold on your upper body and squats. A gentle hand grasps your outer thigh while the other gingerly strokes the delicate flesh between your legs and downwards. Dutifully cleaning away the mixed stains of your releases. 
"What if you're wrong? What if you regret it?"
A chaste kiss is delivered below your belly button as he works on the other leg. "I won't."
"You'll get tired of me… you'll miss being free."
"Is that why you're trying to leave first? Because you think I'll walk away one day?" He takes your silence as an answer and rises to his full height. "Won't you give me a chance? Even if it gets to that point, if we hit a crossroads where it's not easy anymore, and you think we'll go our separate ways… Only if you want me to, I'll make sure to prove you wrong. That we can make it through together."
"Why though? Do you really think — "
"Because I like you. And I want to learn to love you… and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to love me in return too."
"But Jun…"
His name falls from your lips in such a soft tone, a stark difference from earlier and he pulls you into a hug. Dry and warm skin becomes a comforting embrace against your cooler, damp body. He's safe. As much as it scares you shitless, it's oddly soothing. He's soothing. 
Maybe it sparks something deep inside your chest you've tried to bury as he finishes cleaning you up, the steady touch of his hands expressing what words yet cannot. Returning to lay on his bed, the cozy cat blanket covering your naked bodies… perhaps you realize "I love you" has never sounded better wrapped in the undertoning of the words "I'll make the same promise to you when morning comes," followed later by Junhui's low snores. 
You doze away letting his arms encompass you, dreaming of the possible future that may become a reality — the one with him in it.
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Can I request a Brett talbot imagine where him and the reader have been dating long term (4 years ongoing) and they are at a high school party where Lori is being left out so the reader and her sisters drag Lori to the dance floor to cheer her up, maybe ends in smut where brett shows her how amazing she is? If your comfortable with writing smut for them if not then I 100% understand 💗
You're Amazing
Pairing: Brett Talbot x Fem!Reader
Summary: Brett shows you just how amazing he thinks you are.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption (implied), smut, oral sex (f receiving).
A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I was totally okay writing smut but if you're ever unsure I have a post that tells you all the things I will and won't write. Hope you enjoy this fic! <3
Also, after I finished writing this, I realised you asked for the reader to have sisters and I forgot to include that in the story. So if you'd like, I'd be happy to rewrite this, just DM me and let me know, or send another ask.
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You were unable to pull your gaze from the familiar face standing alone across the room, the bustling crowd of teens seeming to ignore her as she stood there awkwardly.
You'd come to this party with Brett, and you were currently standing in a corner, him lazily hanging off your shoulders as you held your beer.
"What're you staring at?" He asked, his head turning to face you so that you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.
You shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh as you continued to stare at the girl across the room. "Your sister, she's all on her own."
"I'll go talk to her." He immediately said as he started to move from where he was draped across your shoulders.
But before he could walk away, you reached up to grip his arm, stopping him. "No, no. I've got it."
He just flashed you a small smile as he leaned back against the wall, taking your beer from you before you ventured off into the crowd in pursuit of his sister.
When you'd managed to push through the crowd, you tapped her on the shoulder. "Lori?"
She gave you a nervous smile, her hand coming up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Oh, hey (y/n). What's up?"
"You wanna dance?"
"Oh, I dunno."
"Come on." You urged, flashing her a grin as you reached out to grip her hand in yours, slowly guiding her towards the dance floor.
She quickly obliged, following close behind you as you made your way over to the the space where mostly couples were glued together, lazily swinging their bodies back and forth.
You could tell that Lori was still a little doubtful so you turned to her, securing your other hand around hers as you urged her to start moving with you.
At first, your movements were awkward, uncoordinated as you both struggled to find your footing.
But soon Lori was smiling, bouncing along with you on the dance floor as the music blared in your ears.
"Having fun?" You asked, your hands still entwined with hers as you danced around.
"What?!" She yelled, leaning closer to you to hear you better.
"Are you having fun?!" You repeated, your voice straining a little as you shouted.
She nodded then, a wide grin expanding across her features. "Thanks for this! My brother really picked a good one huh!"
"Yup!" You smiled, slowing your movements down as the song started to come to an end.
All the couples that were pressed together were still clumsily swaying around when you let go of Lori's hands, inviting her back to come and stand with you and Brett.
Again, she followed you through the crowd and when you finally got back to your original corner, Brett was waiting for you.
"Hey." He smiled, handing you back your beer and then directing his attention towards his sister. "You okay?"
She nodded, giving him a small smile as she stood beside you. "Yeah I'm good. Your girlfriend's a keeper by the way."
"She's amazing isn't she?" He grinned, slinging an arm over your shoulders as he leaned down to press a light kiss to your temple.
"Shut up." You smiled, shrugging him off.
"What? I mean it." He said, pretending to be offended by your response.
You all probably only stood there together for a few more minutes before Lori spoke up. "You know, you two don't have to stay here with me."
"You sure?" Brett asked.
"Yeah, I'm getting kinda tired anyway. I might just go home."
"You want me to walk you out?" He asked her, standing up straighter now.
Lori just shook her head, offering him a small smile. "Thanks, but you know I can take care of myself."
"Alright, then I guess I'll see you later." He answered, giving her a small wave as she wandered off into the crowd, leaving you both alone now.
Brett leaned closer to you then, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You wanna go upstairs?"
"Sure." You smiled, threading your fingers with his as you followed him towards the stairs.
You both managed to find an unoccupied bedroom, and Brett quickly led you inside, locking the door behind him.
"You know I meant what I said back there." He started, a small smile on his face as he leaned against the door, watching you. "You're amazing."
"I only did what any other person would do." You excused, attempting to shrug the compliment off.
"Well thank you." He smiled, stepping closer to you. "For looking out for my sister."
"It's no problem." You answered, your breath catching in your throat when his hands found their way to your hips.
He leaned down to you then, his lips gently brushing against yours, and if he wasn't holding onto your hips right now you swore you probably would've collapsed right there.
"I love you." He said softly, pure adoration in his eyes as he stared down at you.
"I love you too." You smiled, reaching up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him toward you to reconnect your lips with his.
You felt him smiling against your lips as his arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer.
And as he guided you both towards the bed in the centre of the room, you both never broke away from each other, his arms still secured tightly around your waist.
You gasped when your legs hit the edge of the bed, earning a small grin from Brett before he lowered you down onto the mattress.
He carefully lifted your t-shirt over your head, a wide smile expanding across his features as he stared down at you.
"You're so beautiful." He marvelled, seemingly breathless as he took you in.
You immediately brought your hands up to cover your face, unable to stop the stupid grin forming on your lips.
But Brett was quick to pull your hands away, forcing you to look up at him. "Don't hide your face from me."
You smiled then as he ducked down to press a kiss just below your jawline, your breath hitching in your throat as he continued to drag his lips down your neck, towards your chest.
"You're amazing." He mumbled against your skin, his mouth trailing closer to your stomach. "I got so lucky with you."
"Shut up." You giggled, meeting his eyes when he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans, silently asking for permission.
You offered him a small nod in response, smiling down at him as he swiftly removed your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear now.
"I mean it ya know?" He spoke softly, his fingers carefully wrapping around your ankle. "I really do."
He gently lifted your leg off the mattress sightly, beginning to leave a trail of kisses from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, each gentle press of his soft lips sending chills up your spine.
And you watched as he dragged his lips all the way up to your clothed cunt, pausing to look up at you for a moment.
You offered him a small smile before he returned his attention to between your legs, slipping the thin material of your underwear down your thighs.
You shivered when he positioned his head between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy.
And when you felt the first swipe of his tongue, you were unable to hold back the loud moan that fell from your lips.
Brett hummed against your flesh, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, keeping you in place as he swirled his tongue over your throbbing clit.
"Oh." You moaned, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his mouth on you. "Jesus."
"God you're so beautiful." He mumbled against you, the vibrations of his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
"I love you Brett...so much." You panted, reaching up to desperately grip the sheets in your hands.
You were helpless beneath him, and you almost jumped off the bed when he thrust his tongue inside you, his grip tightening around your thighs to keep you still.
He was no longer muttering compliments againt you now, instead he was moaning along with you, his face still snug against your pussy as he continued to eat you out.
And it wasn't long until you were reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly as he pushed his tongue into you harder.
"Oh my god!" You cried out when you finally came, pleasure wracking through your body as Brett continued to lap at your clit, groaning against you.
He pulled away then, smirking at you as he wiped his mouth, before crawling back up your body to meet you in a desperate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair.
And when he pulled back to look down at you, he had the biggest smile on his face. "You're amazing."
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A/N: Just gonna say, if any part of this is innacurate to his character it's because this is my first time writing for him (same with Lori too). But I really tried to make it as accurate as I could so I hope this is okay! Also, sorry this took so long aha😅
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Overstimulation/orgasm denial with Michael afton maybe👀? Hes just happy to see how much his s/o is enjoying it but also like. A little cocky/smug about it- Lmao
Notes: Reader is afab and gender neutral pronouns are used. Explixit content. 18+ only.
You felt Michael deep inside you, stirring the heat in your core. You threw your hands above your head and arched your back. His slow thrusts felt like they were just dragging the warmth out of you.
His cock filled you up all the way, stretching out your slick walls. Both of your legs were over his shoulders with his hands on your thighs. Michael's fingers danced patters up and down, squeezing at the inside of your legs.
"Ohhh love, you feel so good." Michael's voice came out deep with lust. You felt yourself twitch at his words.
Michael's face looking down at you was one of the most attractive sights you had ever seen. His eyebrows were pinched together and his sweet baby blue eyes stared adoringly down into you. There was a soft pink blush across his cheeks. His soft pink lips parted as he moaned your name over and over.
You felt it building up inside of you. Michael's thrusts had begun to pick up in pace. His cock was a welcome weight in your walls. You felt yourself jump and move against him, ever wanting more.
"Michael, Michael please-!" All you could do was clumsily moan his name and beg for orgasm. You felt it start to bubble up from deep inside you, slowly making its way through your body.
Whimpers and pleads escaped from your mouth as you felt him touch against the place only he could reach inside of you. You felt your brain go fuzzy as the tension built up from his cock railing into you.
But just as you were about to have your orgasm, Michael slipped out of you. You let out a cry at from the loss of him inside of you.
"Michael!" You whined. You brought your hands up to cup his face and make him look down at you. Michael continued to tease you by giving you a cocky grin.
A gasp left your lips as you once again took in Michael's beauty. His hair now hung down in his face and into his eyes, framing his face mist handsomely. There was a smug grin on his lips accompanied by a playful twinkle in his eye.
Seeing him like this, you had never been more turned on. Your lust was driving you mad and Michael was one handsome devil. What you did next was out of pure desperate desire.
You let your hands fall back to where they were above your head, you bit your lip and moaned. You pleaded Michael to make you cum.
"Michael, please. I need you. God, I want you inside of me. Oh please-!"
And that was all Michael needed to rush his hips back into your folds again. You let out a yell of pleasure as he rocked his hips back and forth into your body.
All words failed both of you as all the sounds you made were cries of pleasure and sounds of sweetness. Michael's hands now desperately squeezed your thighs as his pace became quicker and quicker.
Everything besides your orgasm faded out into nothing. It felt as if your entire body was on fire with your walls being gratefully filled up. Panting and pleading as Michael pounded you through orgasm. His moans filled your ears and sent shocks in your body.
Letting yourself drift in and out of conciseness it was a feeling of wonder. As you floated through the waves of ecstasy you heard Michael's vice drift down to you.
"Aren't you glad I'm cocky now, love."
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"Look at me!"
notes; gn!reader reader is literally called "reader" im not a professional dancer i dont know how to write about it sorry ;w; COULD IMPLY TEENY ANGSTY PART!?!?" (OVERALL FLUFF)
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She's entrancing you. Every movement, the flutter of her eyes as her legs control the light that has been struggling to catch up with her as she prances her way across the stage. Your mind goes to other places - Furina has been unusually interested in you, why wouldn't she invite Neuvillette instead of you?
You watch the way her chest heaves in excitement and thrill as you applaud her, gaze fixed on you.
"Wasn't that just amazing?" She gawps, hopping off the stage and running up to your seat, pulling your hands into hers. The proximity between the two of you is nothing but a few centimetres. But oh, how the way her eyes are staring into yours intensely. Oh, she's staring. You look away from any part of her face as you realise this, her eye contact with you is going to eat you whole, - you can feel your chest feel empty with nervousness - you feel hot suddenly and you avert your gaze to anywhere but her in a panic, as much as she tries to keep in frame with your eyes, you avoid her.
You close your eyes and smile at her briefly to the best of your current abilities. "It was amazing Furina," your smile widens as you attempt to look at back her, excitement filling up her body, or is it ego? "Maybe you could teach me how to dance like you." You joke around, taking a step back to place some space between you.
"Oh. My." She gasps, "Do you, Y/N really not know how to dance?" She grins, oh how pretty she is. You're cut off from your thoughts however as she pulls you forward to the stage, "Let's go then! This'll be great!" Her steps are quick, causing you to trip on your on feet from where you were stood. Was this a good idea?
Even though you were just extremely close to her, you can't help but feel nervous as she places a hand on your hip and then uses the other to place your hand on her shoulder.
She starts moving her feet to the left, and you clumsily follow - looking down to see where her feet go next. She's slow, and keeps her eyes on you - you can feel her eyes on you, examining you, as you try to copy her. - fixated on something that you refuse to give.
"Why don't you look at me?" She quietly hums as you stare, bewildered from the comment. Your face, red in embarrassment shakes in denial as you continue to look at your feet together.
Time comes to slow the dance and you know what she wants from you, you have seen it all the time. It's time for you to hold her close, and personal like you're cradling her heart. The way you spin with her becomes more fluid, like you're two regions of water mixing. If anything at this point she has full control over where you go and how you step.
"You are avoiding me, reader." She becomes more stern, controlling and like a true archon demanding for a request to be complete. "Look at me, please." She pleads this time, leaning her head to be able to look at you. As much as you turn your head she persists, you're getting dizzier by the second as she controls your movement.
The music in the background comes to be and you have had it with her constancies making you feel guilty. Your heart aches, a stinging feeling that plunges deep into you. She pulls away from you, however still holding onto your hand. This time, you search for her eyes, her smile, anything that screams 'Furina' but you're left with nothing but a solemn expression. Is this how she feels against you? Like a fighting battle, ignoration of beauty from one. How it aches you to see her this way. So instead of letting go, you pull her back, setting her feat off-guard and face perplexed as you dip her to the ground.
Looking Furina in the eyes you sigh, "You make me nervous, Furina." You look away briefly, then back at her with panic in your eyes, "Sorry-"
You are stopped, pulled in by the neck to a passionate kiss, Furina's lips collide against your own, shock spreading throughout your body in realization what is happening. Losing grip on her as your arms become weak, you pull her back up with your last strength - leaving the kiss - clueless on what to do. It was something small, passionate and sweet. Something you'd like to call, "genuine".
For the final time, the music comes to a finale and you bring your eyes towards her own mis-matched ones. Furina is smiling, a genuine smile - the one she only wore around you two alone, - and if you looked close enough you could've sworn you could see a little tear prick the corners of her eyes.
"You finally looked at me."
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I have a request please.
TeddyBearPeter! Universe, but reversed roles where the reader is the escort.
#3 Hot chocolate . Dark!
Maybe Peter's lonely and is looking for some company, he invites the reader to a cafe before walking her back to his place?
Nice and cozy
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♡ Dark! Peter Parker x Escort! Reader ♡
Your new client surprises you in almost every way.
CW: none in this, hints of darkness
Words: 1.5k
Teddy Bear || 5k Winter Sleepover
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Icy fog surrounds you as you exhale heavily, fretting in your coat amidst the winter chill. It’s the early morning in Queens and the streets are nearly empty. The skies’ pale glow casts a gray haze over the neighborhood. 
Your feet are glued to the front of the café. The careful distance keeps you safe, allowing your silent inspection of the young man behind the glass window.
Curious eyes take in every detail of him. The bright dark eyes. The brown curls framing his youthful face. The nervousness radiating off him as his fingers twitch around his coffee cup. 
You linger in puzzlement. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill client. Maybe he’s hiding some deformity behind his dazzling looks. A young man like him should have no issue drawing the attention of any girl he likes, you’re sure of it… yet he called you.
How peculiar. 
You take a deep breath and shiver as the cold air kisses your cheeks. After a few drawn out breaths, you decide to finally head inside. Whatever this new client’s reasons are, they’re not your concern.
Your only worry is getting paid.
Tuition fees and a vertiginous mountain of other bills are due soon after all.
You walk in decisively, pulling down your scarf as you approach his table. His face comes alight like a Christmas tree as he sees you. 
"Hey," you greet.
"Hi," he replies, his mocha orbs glimmering. 
An awkward handshake follows, his fingers clumsily twining with yours. Despite your single-minded focus on business, part of you thaws at his earnestness.  
The young man’s still beaming as you both sit facing each other. 
"Peter, right?" 
He nods, his cheeks gleaming a bashful pink.
"And you must be Flora. You look even prettier in person."
You shift in your seat, shaking off the flutter in your stomach his words elicit. Usually, you’re much more phlegmatic, but his sincerity weakens some of the fences you’ve erected around yourself since beginning this job.
"You’re not too bad yourself," you admit.
Peter giggles. It’s a warm sound you can’t help but appreciate.
"Bet you say that to all the guys," he says, timidly glancing down.
You do, but, usually, you never mean it…unlike today. 
"So…" You rub your hands and blow on them to chase away the cold. "Does this place serve something other than coffee? I’m dying for a warm cup of hot chocolate."
Peter sends you a bright grin and waves the waitress over. He’s shockingly nice to her the whole time and you even note the flirtatious way she tucks one of her flaming locks behind her ear. Her attempts are ignored by Peter, whose focus remains on you. Again, you wonder why he felt the need to hire you. It’s as you thought. His natural charm could win over anyone. 
Your order is brought and, as you take slow sips from your cup, easy conversation flows between you and Peter. 
Talking to him is bereft of the awkwardness that is often routine with these first encounters. He is a great listener and hangs onto your every word.
After a while, the conversation logically veers towards the reason you’re meeting with him. 
You lick your lips, your fingers dancing over the handle of the cup.
Your gaze dives into his.
"So…Peter, what are you seeking from this arrangement?"
He shrugs. "I just don’t want to be alone on the holidays."
Your eyes drift to the redhead from before before they find Peter again. A lopsided smirk then blooms on his features.
"I find it difficult to believe you struggle with that," you tease.
Peter’s fingers drum atop the table before a somber cloud falls over his boyish face. His mouth thins before he confesses, "I lost almost everyone who mattered to me."
His statement staggers you.
"I’m sorry," you gasp. An air of sadness hovers about him, a stark contrast to his brightness from before. 
"It’s okay." His shoulders slump as his jaw hardens. "It was my fault. I was…careless." 
Peter peers through the glass window for a long time, the silence growing almost too heavy to bear. 
When his focus falls back on you again, a tentative smile tilts up his lips. Melancholy clings to his forlorn brown gaze.
He rises then slides a few bills over the table, a generous tip considering your modest order.
Peter then shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket and offers, "How about I walk you back to your place and we can talk more about how this will work, Flora?"
"I would prefer your place," you say, sliding your bag over your shoulder as you stand.
He nods. "Of course."
Snow crunches beneath your feet as you stroll along the streets of Queens by Peter’s side. You talk to him about boundaries and what kind of service you provide, that it’s very much like a girlfriend for hire, and that both you and him are free to express when something makes you uncomfortable.
As before, he’s very quiet, mostly acquiescing as you share what you will and will not do.
You’re interrupted by your phone vibrating in your pocket.
Smiling apologetically, you collect it and light up the screen. Your brows knit. It’s a message from a client who wants to meet up later this week. 
Your lips pinch as you shoot her a quick answer promising you’ll call her later. 
"Who are you texting?" Peter asks, his tone suddenly much cooler.
"Ah…no one," you dismiss. 
"It’s another client, isn’t it?"
You stick to your silence. You can tell it frustrates him, but you’ve just met Peter. He isn’t entitled to your time. 
He surprises you when he pulls out his phone, beginning to type something you don’t see. 
Another chime from your phone startles you a few seconds later. 
Your eyes grow as you gape at the notification on top of your screen. 
"Peter you…" Your voice trails off amidst your amazement. You whisper as you peer back at him, "This is just the first meeting. You don’t have to pay upfront, Peter."
Shoulders heaving in nonchalance, he smirks. "I wanted to." He then pauses, considering you with a solemn expression. "If we’re doing this, I want you all to myself."
Your lips purse as you frown.
"Peter, I don’t know if you can afford…"
Your words wither as your phone buzzes again. Your mouth drops at the sight of the second transfer, the numbers making you vacillate.
Peter’s features soften at your expression. He approaches you as you remain paralyzed. His warm orbs sparkle amidst the winter haze. 
"I work in the engineering division of Stark Industries. They pay me very well. I can afford you, Flora." He caresses your icy cheek, a chaste gesture that lasts but only a second. 
"It doesn’t usually work like this," you mutter.
"Please?" Peter pleads with a sad puppy dog stare. "I just don’t want to have to share you…at least for as long as this arrangement lasts."
You search his eyes, hesitating still, but what you find there troubles you, untethering you from your center. 
A loneliness mirroring your own. 
Your heart twists as words slip through your mouth. 
"Okay… fine," you say.
A sunny grin spreads on his handsome face.
"Okay?" he echoes hopefully.
"Okay," you confirm.
Peter wastes no time, following up with a direct question. 
"Would you like to come to see the lights tonight?"
"I had plans…" Gloom drapes over his face; you swiftly recant. "But I can cancel."
You suppose you’ll have to reschedule drinks with your friend. Work comes first; she’ll understand. 
Peter’s excitement is quick to return. You blink at the abrupt change. 
"Then we can do dinner and a movie," he enthuses. 
"That sounds awesome."
Peter stops in front of a tasteful brownstone. You realize it must be where he lives. Time flew by without you noticing.
He hops up the steps lithely, his keys jingling in his hand. He puts them in the lock then turns to you, pausing on the doorstep. 
"Oh and… I know Flora’s not really your name." You flinch and he chuckles, cocking his head. "Come on. It’s pretty obvious." Your cheeks ignite. Maybe it is a little obvious. You feel transparent beneath Peter’s mirthful stare. He astonishes you further when he adds, "Mind if I call you princess?"
Your lips part, your breath hitching in your throat.
"I…sure. It doesn’t bother me," you answer absently.
"See you tonight, princess?"
You meet his wide grin with a small smile. 
"See you tonight, Peter."
Peter waves you goodbye. You watch him disappear inside his house, doubts creeping at the edge of your mind. Peter seems nice, acts nice, and he just paid you twice your rate for hardly any time spent together, and all that time was spent chatting.
It was all nice and normal.
Yet, as you walk away from his house, a strange sensation needles at your back…like spiders crawling along your spine. 
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