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What about us? (Part 2)
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of the 2021 season and retirement
Summary: You and Lewis decide the future of yours relationship.
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Days passed since Harley's birthday and she was still ecstatic even after several days. Lewis and I navigated the delicate balance of co-parenting, silently grappling with the underlying currents of our shared history.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the Monaco horizon, I found Lewis standing on the balcony of my apartment, gazing into the distance. The weight of his unspoken struggles hung in the air.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked, stepping outside. He turned to me, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.
"Sure."
We stood in companionable silence, appreciating the illuminated city below us. Finally, he broke the quietude.
"I've been thinking a lot about what Angela said, about missing having a family." I nodded, sensing the vulnerability in his words.
"Lewis, we've been through a lot and whatever decision you make about your career or life, Harley and I will be here for you." He sighed, shoulders relaxing a fraction.
"I appreciate that. It's just... Formula 1 has been my world for so long, and I'm at a point where I question if it's still where I belong." I placed a hand on his arm, offering comfort.
"Sometimes change is necessary. If you decide to step away, we'll support you. What matters for us is your well-being." He nodded, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"I'm so lucky to have you both."
“Harley and I are lucky to have you in our lives.”
The following weeks brought more heart-to-heart conversations, a tentative exploration of what the future might hold. As the Monaco Grand Prix approached, Lewis faced the track with a newfound perspective.
Race day arrived and I found myself watching from the stands, Harley's eyes gleaming with excitement. She was passionate about this world, and her favorite part was watching her father on the tracks. Lewis's car roared down the circuit, and she cheered excitedly, pointing to the black Mercedes and then to Uncle Max’s Redbull car.
In an unexpected turn of events, Lewis clinched victory, reclaiming his place on the podium. The cheers of the crowd echoed through the principality.
After the race, Lewis joined us, a mix of exhaustion and elation on his face. Harley hugged him tightly, and he looked at me with a genuine smile. Perhaps, in that moment, he found a piece of the joy that had been missing since that championship in 2021.
As the celebrations unfolded, I couldn't help but wonder where our journey would lead. I had thought a lot about us since Harley's birthday, and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him, because I did, a lot.
I missed waking up, and he was the first person I saw in the morning, sharing the small victories of our lives and being the three of us together as a family.
"She's asleep," he said, appearing in his apartment's kitchen. We came here after the race.
"She didn't take an afternoon nap, so it was expected," I said, handing him a cup of tea. "I've been thinking."
"About?" he asks after taking a sip of his tea.
"About us." Immediately, he puts the cup on the counter, and I do the same.
"And?"
"I know it's been a while since we broke up, and I believe the reason we ended things was genuine, and I truly think we needed to step back then, but..." I took a deep breath.
"But?"
"But I never wanted us to end things that way."
"Me neither; that was certainly a year of losses for me, and Harley definitely saved me."
"I know, but I don't want to live like this anymore."
"Like what?"
"Separated." I could see his eyes light up. "I want her to have stability, to know that we'll always be here for her, and I also need you here whenever you can."
"You want to get back together with me?"
"Yes. Unless you don't want to."
"That's what I want the most since you told me you were pregnant." He says getting closer. "I love you, I never stopped loving you and I want to spend the rest of our lives together."
"That's good because I love you too." He smiles, and we kiss.
And it was exactly as if we were kissing for the first time again, the feeling of butterflies and happiness was the same.
"Come on, let's finish our tea in bed." We grabbed our cups and went to his bedroom.
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hi!! would you consider writing reader x ellie one shot where ellie is oblivious while reader keeps flirting with her lol. thank you so much and i hope u have nice rest of the day/night <3
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pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader
warnings: bad writing?? maybe.. idk how to flirt soooo
summary: you are really bad at flirting and ellie thinks it very cute.
a/n: i am getting to the requests, slowly but surely. i hope u all like it and leave me some feedback! i truly am really bad at flirting though so this was a challenge soooooo yeah, thank u anon for the request.
you didn't think ellie was dumb.
but a part of you was now starting to think that she had missed every hint that you were throwing her way. forget batting your eyelashes or purposefully pushing your shirt down when talking to her, she just did not seem to get it.
a sick part of you started to worry that maybe you were the idiot and she had known the entire time but that was her subtle way to reject you. you had also known that wasn't true.
you had saw ellie walking down the road from your window and rushed out to join you.
"ellie! wait up!" you called out for her, tripping over your boots as you tried to put them on as you caught up to her. upon seeing you she gave you a warm smile, sizing you up.
"did you just wake up?" she asked as she slowed her step to walk in line with you.
"no, i saw you through the window and i missed you so i thought we could catch up." you offered her a smile back as you kicked some snow beneath your feet.
"you missed me?" she chuckled, smirking to her self. "you just saw me yesterday."
"' 's still way too long," you blinked up at her "needed my ellie fix immediately after you left."
"you're too nice to me." she brushed her shoulders against yours, before holding open the door to the diner.
"you say that too much." and she did, it was almost always what she said whenever you said something remotely flirty to her.
"your hands are cold, let me warm them up for you."
"you're too nice to me."
"that shirt looks really good on you, ellie"
"you're way too nice to me. wanna borrow it?"
"you're cute when your angry."
"yeah, cause i'm never angry at you."
one time she had made you a bracelet out of scrap material she had found, when she found out you were still wearing it months after she gave it to you she brought it up again.
"you're still wearing the bracelet i made you?" she asked, making you glance down at your wrist.
"oh yeah, it's like my good luck charm." you could practically feel the heat in your cheeks.
''haha... sick." was all ellie said before returning to wiping down the counter not knowing that was your last straw.
"sick? are you serious?" you practically spat making ellies head shoot upwards, confusion evident on her face.
"i mean..." ellies eyes darted around looking for anything that could possibly help her. "it's cool that you are still wearing it. i really appreciate it."
"it's not just cool? it's cute, i'm trying to be cute." if ellie looked confused before, she couldn't possibly fathomed what she looked like right now.
"you don't really have to tr-" ellie started.
"do you not like me back or something because this is becoming exhausting? i flirt with you and then you tell me that i'm too nice to you or some shit like that like i'm not practically throwing myself at you every second of every day. it's embarassing." you managed to get all of it out but were quickly disappointed when you saw ellie laughing.
"you were flirting?"
"don't laugh at me."
"baby, i'm not laughing at you, i'm laughing at how stupid i've been." you would be lying if you didn't say the sudden use of the nickname didn't make your stomach flutter.
"you seriously didn't notice?" you asked, your confidence now completely gone.
"nope." she replied, popping the 'p'. "you're lucky you're so cute because you really suck at flirting."
"no i do not."
"you totally do."
#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams oneshot#ellie williams imagine#tlou 2#the last of us part two
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Muichiro x Reader
This is dedicated to our Birthday Girl @mistymxxn enjoy your day 💙
You flutter your eyes open as soon as you felt someone gently squeeze your nose, blinking a few times you see Muichiro looking at you closely.
"Mui!" you exclaim, sitting up frantically, covering yourself with duvet as a blush creep up to your face.
"It's 4am Mui! How did you manage to get in?!!" you whispered, anxiously yelling at him. This is the first time Muichiro has seen you in such a state - with a slight drool leaking from your lips and your disheveled hair, clearly showing you had a rough night's sleep. You become worried, considering that your family is likely still fast asleep at this hour.
Muichiro smiles and messes up your hair gently. You swat his hand away, annoyed. 'Why are you here?' you ask, remembering how he didn't wish you a happy birthday at yesterday's early celebration.
"Come on," he murmured, grabbing your hand eagerly. "I'm still in my pajamas, Mui!" you exclaimed, trying to pull your hand back as he began to drag you out of bed. He slowly released your hand. "Get ready quickly," he said, smiling brightly. You rushed to take a quick shower and prepare for the day.
Apparently, Muichiro had ask your family's permission to fetch you early in the morning for a morning breakfast and he'll take you to your uni right after.
You were about to reach for your bicycle when Muichiro stops you, "Nuh uh, your gonna ride with me on my back" motioning his bicycle that was park in your lawn.
"But I can ride my own bike, Mui!" You try to protest, shaking your head fervently. However, it's as if he's not even listening to you and forcefully brings you closer to his bike. As you stare at the seat he pats for you to sit on, your heart starts racing. You've always ridden your own bike whenever the two of you hang out, and you've never once ridden on his back. You know from experience how difficult it can be to balance on a bicycle, and it's making you extremely anxious.
"We'll be fine, I promise," he said, lightly tapping your nose after noticing your scared expression. Now fully equipped, he puts matching knee and elbow guards on you.
"I can put them on my own Mui" You lightly tap his hand to grab the knee guard but he shook his head.
"Let me take care of you, today is your special day birthday girl" He cheerfully said as he wink at you, smiling brightly.
"Happy Birthday love"
You smile shyly, "I've been waiting for you to say that since yesterday" You confess, blushing slightly.
"I'm sorry, but I really wanted to wish you a happy birthday on the exact day," he said sweetly before giving you a warm hug and gently kissing the top of your head. You couldn't help but feel your heart melt at this tender gesture. "That's alright, Mui. Thank you so much," you whispered shyly.
He pulled out from the warm embrace, lightly tapping your nose "let's go"
You both reached your destination in about 30 minutes. You felt guilty for making Muichiro ride his bike with the extra weight, assuming he must have been exhausted.
"I'm sorry" you said quietly as you got off.
"what?" he looks at you, eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
"It's a long ride, we could have just took a taxi"
"Shh. No worries! I actually liked it when you hugged me from behind," he teased, amused by your blushing face. "Let's go." With enthusiasm, he quickly spread the blanket on the ground and sat down, pulling you close into his embrace.
You didn't know what he was planning until now. The realization hit you when he tilted your head towards something ahead of both of you, and your eyes widened.
Sunrise.
"Woah" you finally got to experience watching the sunrise, and Muichiro made it happen for you! Taking in the incredible sight before you, you couldn't help but be filled with awe. It was absolutely mesmerizing!
You happily rested your head on his shoulder, a beaming smile spreading across your face as you blissfully soak in the beautiful scenery and cherish his comforting presence. You can't help but express your gratitude with a heartfelt 'Thank you'.
You felt him plant a sweet kiss on the top of your head, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and he couldn't help but say, 'You're always welcome, my love.'
You indeed spent the rest of the morning there, enjoying the breakfast that he cooked for you. As promised, he accompanied you to your class and patiently waited until it was over.
The day ended with another surprise, Muichiro standing there in semi formal attire, holding a bouquet for you.
He took you back to his place, where he had meticulously designed the lawn with an abundance of petals, and adorned it with balloons in your favorite color. Additionally, he had strategically placed light strings all around, creating a romantic and enchanting atmosphere. The sight was truly breathtaking.
He asked you softly, 'May I have this dance?'" He handed out his hand for you to accept, and you gladly accepted it, draping your hands over his neck and allowing him to place his hand on your waist. The two of you swayed around, enjoying each other's presence as he hummed quietly.
He truly made your day special.
"Happy Birthday"
"I love you"
I just wrote this on the way home today 😅
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omg i absolutely loved the new minnie and wonwoo chapter 😔 are you planning on posting a part 2 soon? I CANT WAIT AHHHH
No Words Should Be Left Unsaid || Minnie🌷
minnie masterlist
PART ONE
warnings – a bit of angst, one quick mention of the word ‘sex’
word count – 11k
A/N: Took longer than I would've wanted, but here it finally is and I'm happy to admit, that I've definitely gotten my inspiration back ˙ᵕ˙ I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter and that you all enjoy it ˙ᵕ˙
italics are spoken in english
The following day already started like hell. Minnie woke up with a pounding head, a scratchy throat, and burning eyes - all aftereffects from crying herself to sleep. It was a wonder she even got to fall asleep, but the exhaustion from the fight must've taken over her body.
The fight.
The screaming.
It all flashed back into the girl's mind as she sat up on the bed, cradling her face in her hands, running her fingers through her hair, and trying to loosen some of its knots.
"I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF RIGHT NOW, MINNIE!"
"You've never given me reasons to not trust you before."
"I hope they send him to jail."
Wonwoo's hurtful words he shouted to her face only mere hours ago sliced through her heart like a hot knife. She couldn't exactly remember everything she had thrown at his head, but she knew they hadn't been any better.
What still echoed through her mind though was the exact scene that had her crumbling down.
"So what? You suddenly don't trust me anymore? You think I just did this... for- f- for I don't know... fun?"
"Looks like I should've questioned that a lot earlier."
The one thing she looked for in a relationship. The one thing she was always to come back to whenever she started losing herself. Trust. Loyalty. Never had she ever had to question either characteristic when it comes to Wonwoo. She thought he felt the same. But last night, he proved to her that she was in the wrong. He didn't trust her anymore. No matter what she would've done the night before, his words were already out in the world, they had already reached her ears and made her entire world fall and break into millions of pieces she so desperately wanted to hold together.
No matter how hard she wanted to cry about it again, how much her body was urging her to scream the pain out loud in hopes of saving her, nothing came out. There was nothing left in her. Not even a single teardrop could escape her eyes. She was empty.
Due to the blackout curtains, S.Coups had gotten for his room, there was no light seeping into the room, only adding to the depressing episode Minnie could feel herself falling into. Not again. Please, God, don't let me go through this again, she prayed. The darkness brought her back to the place she had been only two years ago. She couldn't let herself go back there. No, not like this.
Hastily, the girl shrugged the blanket off her body and rushed out of the room, opening the door to be met with the light walls and bright interior of the dorm her members shared. The familiar soft voices and gentle laughs rang through her ears, almost making her smile, only if there wasn't this heavyweight still pressing on her heart, not letting any emotion escape. Fuck, it was happening...
Just as Minnie was about to turn to enter the living space, Joshua's silhouette rounded the corner, stopping when he saw her form, frozen in the hallway.
"Oh, hey," he softly spoke to her. "You're awake."
Minnie nodded before realising she should probably also open her mouth. "Yeah," her voice was only a whisper, scared she would hurt her body or somebody else if she dared to speak any louder. The older member sent her a loving smile, nodding to where he had just come from,
"Come on. You should eat something." Waiting for the girl to follow him before he made his way back into the kitchen.
Did the female performer have an appetite? Absolutely not. Did she know she would have to put food into her body otherwise the others would start to worry once again? 100% yes. So there she was, walking into the kitchen, hot on Joshua's tracks, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she entered the shared room when all eyes fell on her. She met the comforting gazes of Seungcheol and, to her surprise, also Jeonghan and Seungkwan who must've joined them earlier in the day - if only she knew what the exact time was.
"Hey," she greeted them with a somewhat smile and a wave into the room, sitting down on one of the empty chairs by the table that Jeonghan pushed out for her.
"Hey," he smiled at her, "H-... how are you feeling?" The nervousness and uncertainty were clear in his voice - the members knew not to drown her in too many questions, remembering and respecting her sensitivity from the previous encounters they had with Minnie in a state like that.
The girl shrugged her shoulders, honestly not knowing what an honest answer to the question would be. Was she fine? Definitely not. Did she feel bad? Maybe a little. Was she miserable? ...Yes...
Before Jeonghan could continue a small talk, the leader beat him to it as he stood up and turned around to the cupboards.
"Is cereal fine?" He questioned her, to which she raised her head and nodded softly, followed by a quiet,
"Sure."
Seungcheol was just happy that she agreed to eat something.
As soon as she had joined the others in the kitchen, everyone could feel the tension spreading. The elephant was clear in the room with them, and she hated it. No one wanted to say what they were thinking, each one of them on edge in one way or another for the girl in the group. Joshua had left the four as he got ready in his own room. Jeonghan's hand was resting on the back of her chair, Cheol was preparing her bowl, cereal and milk, and Seungkwan was sitting in front of her, munching on his breakfast in silence - until it got too much for him.
"Wonwoo's an idiot." He suddenly blurted out, gaining the attention of the room.
"Seungkwan-" Cheol warned him in the strict voice all of them had gotten so accustomed to.
"What?" He shrugged, "It's the truth."
The leader brought the bowl to her, setting it down on the table. Minnie looked up at him,
"You told him?" He wasn't sure whether she was genuinely just curious or disappointed in the fact the other members now knew about the couple of the group having had the biggest fight they ever had. Coups sat back down in the chair next to the '98 Liner.
"Jeonghan asked why you were sleeping here, he saw you in my room, and when I explained it to him, Seungkwan came in. He overheard it," he explained.
She nodded as she held onto the spoon, moving it around in the bowl, suddenly at a complete loss of appetite. There was no way the food would make it down her throat. Suddenly, Minnie felt the soft hand of the '95 Liner next to her on her head as it brushed down the length of her hair.
"It's gonna be fine, princess." Using the name she had gained early on in their career. But all she could do was shake her head.
The female member got up to walk over to the fridge, her hand reaching out to grab a bottle of water, in the same moment, knocks from the front door echoed through the apartment.
"Got it!" Shua shouted before he opened the door, letting in whoever was behind it.
Minnie got back to her seat, now much more hydrated. Finally, her body would have enough fluid to create the tears again she so desperately wanted to let out. Jeonghan noticed the shaky deep breaths she took, still stirring her cereal, trying to suppress the sadness daring to seep out of her.
Joshua and another familiar voice got closer and closer. With one look to her left, she found the other member she shared a dorm with - Mingyu.
"Morning," he smiled into the room, only to change his facial expression once he noticed the still very tense aura in the room. "Hey," he nodded towards the girl, who sent him a nod. The concerned look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by the second oldest who discreetly raised his hand with a nod to assure him that she was very well taken care of, even though he already knew that. Whenever she was with the members, didn't matter with whom specifically, she was in good hands.
"What do you need?" Cheol wondered why he had come to their dorm earlier than usual.
Mingyu raised his hands in synch. His right one held onto the female's phone while his left carried a bag.
"You left this," looking at the dancer that was avoiding his eyes, he went ahead to place the phone in front of her, but before the device could touch the top of the table, she stopped him with her hand on his.
"I don't need it." She cleared her throat after noticing how scratchy her voice still was.
"You don't have to look at it, just have it by you-" he tried to reason with her, but she just pushed his hand further away.
"Keep it. I don't want it," Minnie looked up, the tears making her eyes glisten in the light coming from the window, "Please." She quietly begged him.
Her fellow '97 Liner nodded understandingly, not wanting to bring any more emotions up if they were able to keep her like this, he wasn't about to provoke her for no reason. He put her phone into his back pocket silently, nudging his head to the bag in his other hand.
"And... I brought you some things. I didn't know when you'd want to be back, so..." Mingyu wasn't sure how he wanted to finish the comment, so he decided to just not. His statement brought another wash of emotions over Minnie's body as she felt her eyes reacting and blinking rapidly, trying to push the tears back down as she kept her head low. Great... so the fight seemed as serious as she had perceived it as. Even Mingyu thought I wouldn't want to go back into their dorm... what have I done... her own voice kept repeating words in her head. Words she didn't want to hear.
The older '97 Liner took another look at her, getting nods from the other members, before retrieving back to the couch, taking the bag with him and sitting down on the side not occupied by Joshua, who was more focused on the little screen in his hand. While the four at the dining table sat in silence, eyes on the girl, Mingyu got a hold of the remote and turned on the TV on the wall. The screen lit up to show the news. Only that it was the wrong news for the current situation.
"-years probation as well as serving community service along with-" the voice of the female reporter filled the room, making all the heads turn to the living room, where they got a quick glimpse of no other than the man that was part of the reason for the fight that Minnie was still recovering from. Her gaze was fixed on the picture of Hanbin the report showed before it quickly switched to an action scene of a drama as Mingyu hastily changed the channel. He turned to the group on the table, fear in his eyes, as he was faced with the concerned look of Jeonghan, the disturbed glance on Seungkwan's face just screaming 'what the fuck is wrong with you, idiot' at him, and the warning frown forming on the leader's face.
"Sorry..." he softly apologised, immediately directing his attention to the girl, who kept a straight watch on the television, her eyes not letting them know what she was feeling because they looked empty. But that's exactly what she felt like. Empty. She was quick to lower her head again, afraid of what was to come next.
Cheol fixed his gaze on the spoon in her hand that wasn't stirring anymore, but was still tight in her grip - tighter than before. Her hair was covering the sides of her face that were getting redder as she tried to hold back the first sob of the day as hard as she possibly could, but everyone could see her shaking shoulders. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, Jeonghan had raised his hand softly, ready to brush over her back once the damn broke.
The unstable breath surprised the guys. "Good to know." Hadn't the room fallen so quiet, her whisper would've gone unnoticed.
Before anyone could register what had happened, a loud sob escaped Minnie's lips as she pushed the bowl of cereal to the side and stood up, wanting nothing more than to leave the room and cry by herself, embarrassed by her outburst. The members were quick up on their feet, not even a second after she had gotten up, ready to go after her. The girl tried wiping away the tears that were suddenly falling uncontrollably, so she didn't notice the big stature of Mingyu, who was faster than the others and blocked her way into the hallway. She ran into him, stumbling back slightly before just coming to a halt, leaning her forehead against his chest. He didn't hesitate to raise his arms, wrapping them around her upper body, pulling her closer, making her hide her entire face in his shirt.
Mingyu let his cheek rest on her head, his right hand brushing the back of her hair, as he tried to shush her with his low voice.
"It's okay, Minnie-ya. It's okay."
She couldn't even bring herself to hug him back. All she was, was a limp body in his arms. Shaking and crying, needing to scream out into the world.
Her fellow '97 Liner could feel her mumblings something against his torso.
"What was that?" He wondered gently, giving the other guys a hand sign, letting them know he got her.
Minnie switched to lean her cheek against his chest, letting her speak more clearly. "He'll never forgive me." Followed by another crying round as she didn't even try to hold back the rush of emotions this time. Mingyu shut his eyes tightly, hating the feeling of having a weeping girl in his arms, knowing there was rarely anything he could do to make her feel better, other than just be there. He felt useless. His arms tightened around her, hoping it would do something, help her somehow. He just wanted her to stop crying. Make the pain stop. He started feeling tears welling up in his own eyes, knowing that two of his closest friends were hurting.
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He came back into the hallway, shutting the door to S.Coups' room as quietly as he possibly could. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor, despite his muscular figure, as he walked back into the shared living space, where the members were now split up with Joshua and Seungkwan on the couch, while Seungcheol and Jeonghan were still at the dining table, all the dishes now gone. Even though it was an hour after Minnie had broken down in Mingyu's arms, the room was still just as tense as before.
"Did you get her to fall asleep?" The leader of the group wondered, making the tallest member sigh.
"Barely." He threw himself back onto the couch with a groan, his hand brushing over his face in frustration. Seungkwan patted his shoulder, trying to assure him of whatever he needed at the moment. You did well, he wanted to tell him, you're doing what you can.
"This is not good," Cheol stated, shaking his head, "This might be worse than I thought."
"It's not good?" The youngest in the room jumped up, "It's bad! It's really bad!"
"Seungkwan!" Jeonghan tried to shush him, but the '98 Liner didn't listen.
"Do you know how worried I am right now?! We haven't seen her like this for years, and all you're saying is 'this is not good'?!"
The leader copied his stand, "Well what do you want me to do?! I'm thinking, okay?! I'm trying to find something to help her, but I don't know what to do!"
"Guys!" The second oldest got up, holding out his hand to make both of the members shut their mouths, "Be quiet, for God's sake!"
S.Coups went back to sitting down, but Seungkwan stayed in his position, now nervously fumbling with his fingers.
"I-I'm sorry, hyung," he slightly stuttered. "I'm just really frustrated right now."
The '95 Liner nodded, "We all are." Then sighed out loud. "God... I knew this was gonna happen." All eyes turned towards him.
"What?" The youngest questioned him.
"I mean, it was bound to happen. They had to have their first fight, being so close all the time, I just didn't expect it to be... like that." The members nodded in agreement.
Seungkwan sat back down, letting out a chunk of air. "You know, for the fact that Hanbin isn't even in her life anymore, he sure makes her cry a lot."
"Well, but he still is. Kinda," Joshua spoke up, gaining the attention of the room. "Not physically, but she's still attached to him... in a way."
"Can you blame her?" Cheol asked him. "Their breakup was... not really normal. And definitely not natural. Who knows how long they would've stayed together if that scandal never happened."
"God, please don't start with that," Mingyu groaned, making the guys look at him in confusion, "I had to listen to that too much last night."
"What do you mean?" Jeonghan wondered.
The rapper got up to enter the kitchen, explaining himself on the way. "Minnie said that to Wonwoo last night, that she still cared about him because they didn't part in bad ways, but because they were kinda forced to. And then Wonwoo went on, on what if that never would've happened if they had still gotten together at some point, and obviously, she said how would she know that, because she can't, which is true. And... Wonwoo... didn't take that too well. So please," he came back into the living room, faced with stunned gazes, "Let's not wonder about that. What happened happened, and now Minnie and Wonwoo are together. And that's it."
The room fell silent for a good five seconds, the guys letting Mingyu's words sink in. He had to listen to every single word that came out of the couple's mouth, and he was probably remembering them better than the people involved since he hadn't been filled with anger in the heat of the moment. There were so many questions the members had for him, they wanted to know more. More details. More anything. But they also knew that it wouldn't be right to question him about that all too much.
Jeonghan was the first to break the stillness. "How is he?" Everyone knew who he was talking about.
"Hopefully miserable," Seungcheol sitting across from him, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he scoffed.
"Coups..." his fellow '95 Liner spoke out his name with a slight warning tone.
"What?" The leader locked eyes with him, "You've seen the state she's in and you just heard what he asked her. I don't even want to know what other things he said to her. Do you really want him to just upstairs and not regret anything from last night?! I hope he's fucking sad, I hope he's in even more misery than her. But I know he probably isn't..." mumbling the last part.
With a deep breath, Jeonghan looked back at the other rapper, "Mingyu?" Who exchanged a quick glance with him before shrugging,
"I'm not sure, to be honest. He didn't talk to me last night, and I didn't hear him go to bed. Today I only passed his room and saw him sitting in front of the computer. But that's it."
"Did you even try talking to him?" The leader threw at him, making Mingyu roll his eyes.
"Of course. But nothing came back."
Cheol scoffed, eyeing Jeonghan again, "See! He doesn't even know what he did wrong."
"I don't know about that," the '97 Liner interrupted him.
"What?" The two oldest looked at him in confusion.
"I'm pretty sure he cried during their fight. I don't for sure, but it definitely sounded like it."
Seungkwan looked at him, his mouth slightly open. "But Wonwoo-hyung never cries."
"Exactly," Mingyu nodded, "But yesterday..."
"See." Jeonghan copied S.Coups' expression from before, showing him that both of them were somewhat right about the story. "You're just suddenly furious with him because he's quiet? As if that's surprising all of a sudden."
"I'm furious because he's not even trying to make it better."
Joshua spoke up, "Well... we don't know that. Maybe he's currently thinking about what to do as well."
Cheol scoffed as he stood up, "Is anyone here on my side?"
"There are no sides to be on, Coups!" Jeonghan tried to explain, "Both of them probably said things they regret now. We're not taking any sides, we're in the middle, and we have to figure out what we're gonna do now."
"They have to talk." Mingyu simply stated. "They have to talk like normal people, not scream at each other, because I can understand both sides, and I'm sure they can too, but they have to talk about it. Calmly."
Shua shook his head, "Not today, though. I don't even think we're gonna get her out of this apartment any time soon."
"She's supposed to be with Woozi tomorrow," S.Coups got up from his seat and started to roam the room. "But I don't know if she's still up for that. Then after that, we have practice for the live shows."
"The day after tomorrow?" Seungkwan asked, getting a nod from the leader in response.
"They're gonna talk," Jeonghan assured everyone in the room - or at least tried to. "They can't go longer than two days... right?"
Mingyu shrugged, "I wouldn't be surprised if they did, to be honest," making any bit of guarantee in the room evaporate.
-
Minnie slept for another good three hours on their free day. During that time, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, and Mingyu went back to their designated rooms after their group conversation had come to an end. They decided to not let the other guys know until the day they all had to be in the practice room together, in the hopes of the couple making up before that. It was a small spark of hope, but at least they had some. The other '97 Liner promised to try and talk to Wonwoo again, otherwise their leader would... and he wouldn't go easy on him - Jeonghan literally had to hold him back so he wouldn't sprint out of the door and ran upstairs, not afraid to let a fist or two fly. Yes, Wonwoo was his member and he loved him very dearly, but Minnie was his sister and he had promised her, his parents and her mother, to take care of her, and right now, it felt like he was failing.
After a two-hour-long phone call with his father, which his mother also quickly joined for a bit, he gained back the confidence he needed, not as a leader, but as a friend in the situation. That's who they needed. Not an annoying leader, but a trustworthy friend.
Joshua and Cheol made sure Minnie ate something after waking up, not pressuring her to talk any more than necessary and not watching her as if she was a fragile little newborn, but still keeping a protective eye on her throughout the day. The only movements she really did were from the bedroom to the kitchen, to the living room for a bit before disappearing into the bedroom again. She went to the bathroom to freshen up as well as possible but didn't even dare to think about going back to her place where she was being missed more than she could imagine.
-
The next day came quicker than the female performer would've wanted and after spending another night in Seungcheol's room, filled with some much-needed late-night deep-talk, she got herself together, ready for a day at the studio with her favourite producer. If there was one thing that could get her mood up, it was letting all of her frustration out on paper, writing lyrics and poems and whatever would come to mind before discussing each line with Woozi. She understood the other members' concern about her falling yet into another deep hole, and she, just as much as them, didn't want that. And she somewhat had the energy to fight against it.
Was she ready to face her boyfriend again? Probably not, but she also wasn't sure about how much longer she could endure the tension between the two.
The night before she almost reached for her phone to text him sorry and beg for his forgiveness, but the guys had reminded her that both parties were somewhat in the wrong and that she was in no position to give in.
'Take your time, think about it. You had a fight, that's normal. But you should still talk about everything. Don't hide what you truly think.'
'If he truly loves you, which he does, he loves all of you. Every single bit of you.'
The leader had offered to drive her, but she declined, already having called the manager, who had to visit their label's building anyway. After making sure she had everything she needed in her bag, a smaller one that Mingyu brought her, not expecting her to come upstairs to get it for herself, she exited the apartment and went down into the garage, greeting her manager with a small smile.
They fell into a somewhat comfortable small talk conversation after Minnie found more comfort in lying about how the past days had been for her. She wasn't gonna mention the fight. This was something between her and Wonwoo - she already felt bad enough that she dragged so many other members into it.
They left the car together and entered the building, their ways parting after the elevator opened for the first time, her manager exiting the small room before she went up a few more floors, already knowing the way to the producer's studio by heart.
She walked through the modern hallways, eyeing the floor the entire time, and stopping at the right door. Minnie knew to knock before entering even though there was a big chance Woozi would be wearing his headphones, not hearing a single thing, but much to her surprise, she got a muffled,
'Come in!' in return.
After opening the door, she came to sight with the producer she was expecting, as well as Bumzu standing in the room, hands in his pockets. They seemed to have been in a conversation, which ended as soon as Minnie had come in.
"Hey," she gave both men a soft smile, her hands clutching the strap of her bag on her shoulder tightly.
The older producer copied her facial expression, just much more brightly, greeting her with a wide grin.
"How are you?" Bumzu opened his left arm, inviting her for a hug she definitely needed, even though he didn't know about that. She gladly accepted it, wrapping both of her arms around the side of his torso, giving him not the usual squeeze she normally would.
"Alright," the girl mumbled before sitting down on the couch on the wall behind them, "You?"
Bumzu nodded, "All good. Was just on my out," he turned back to Woozi, discussing a few last things about their next session, then switched to Minnie, giving her a quick wave. "See ya, Min." Before seeing himself out.
A wave of silence washed over the room as the female propped her feet up on the small table in front of the sofa, getting her notebook and pen, laptop and phone out of her bag. Jihoon's eyes didn't leave her form, trying to read and see through her unusually slow movements. He let it slide, blaming his slight fatigue.
"So," he turned back around to the mixing table, "What you got for me?"
Minnie cleared her throat, "Ehm," and started flipping through her notebook, trying to find the loose piece of paper she was thinking of. "I still have this," she leaned forward as he turned to her, taking the napkin out of her hand. He chuckled with a shake of his head. Even after years of writing, this girl sometimes still used whatever was closest to her to write down what was going on in her head. Woozi remembered the time she ran over to him, showing him her arm that was covered in lyrics, around four years ago - she never changed.
"That was supposed to be for Crush, but I didn't like it in the end," she quietly explained, sitting back down comfortably on the couch.
He let her be by herself, alone with her thoughts for a few more minutes. It wasn't unusual that both of the members would work in silence next to each other. But never right from the beginning. Jihoon was used to hearing her talk about what she had seen on her way to the studio or about events from that morning, or even the evening before. Minnie would move around the room, walking back and forth as she dramatised whatever story she was telling him or even when she was just thinking. Having her sitting quietly in his studio didn't seem as natural.
"What's up?" He broke the quietness, making her hum.
"Not much," she mumbled once again. Her head was still down on her notebook, switching over to the laptop she had turned on.
Woozi turned his chair to look directly at you, "I didn't mean in general. I meant what's up with you."
Minnie looked up slowly, her eyes moving up first, followed by her head, her lips tightly pressed together as she shook her head. "Nothing."
With a sigh, he put the piece of paper back on the coffee table, sliding it over to the girl. "Then I don't want this until you tell me what's bothering you."
The '97 Liner scoffed and snatched the napkin back into her grip, throwing it onto the cushion next to her. "Then don't, Jesus Christ, your loss."
The producer raised his eyebrows, yep, something was definitely not okay with her. "Minnie, if you're gonna be like that, you can walk out and go back to the dorms, I don't need you in a bad mood here." He leaned back more comfortably, crossing his arms. "So either you tell me what's going on or you leave."
Minnie sighed in clear annoyance, "Can't I just sit here in silence and write?-"
"Not if you're gonna snap at me like that."
The girl shut her mouth, looking dead in the eyes of the '96 Liner before throwing her head back, realising there was no way out of the situation. Three days ago she was excited about spending some time with him in the studio, with no pressure of creating their next album, but just chilling and killing time, comfortably exchanging lyrics and recording demos for possible future songs. Now, she was sitting there, almost regretting her decision of coming, wanting nothing more than to just hide herself in the comfort of a bed again.
She brushed some hair behind her ear, glancing at him one more time, finding him still looking at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Wonwoo and I had a fight."
Jihoon's mouth opened and nodded 'There it is.'
"And I'm guessing it didn't end well?"
Minnie brought her legs ups, hugging her knees tightly to her body, shaking her head, already feeling her lips quivering again, only annoying her even more. She took a deep breath, hoping to contain some of the sadness.
"I haven't been to the apartment in two days."
Woozi was clearly taken aback by that statement. "Jesus..." he exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Just... stupid shit." He let her take her time, waiting patiently as she explained the events of that evening to him. She started with the moment in the practice room, all to the screaming that began in the kitchen, and the final shouting match they had in the living room, all until she left to stay in the 8th-floor dorm. Minnie surprised herself as she got through the story without crying, her body clearly dried out from all the tears she had shed throughout the past few days.
Woozi wanted to curse out loud, wanted to throw the most vile words into the room, but he knew it wouldn't make anything better and that it would in fact be the last thing the girl in front of him needed, so he did his best to stay calm. He looked around the room, forcing himself not to shake his head. "Wh-... Guys..."
"I know..." The dancer hid her face behind her knees.
"What are you gonna do?"
He only got a shrug in response.
"You have to talk to him, Minnie."
The girl shook her head.
"Minn-"
"He said, he didn't trust me anymore!" She exclaimed.
"That was in the heat of the moment, I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that..."
Woozi sighed, "Don't say that." But she didn't answer. Another few seconds passed in which they didn't share any words before the producer got out of the question that had been bothering him ever since she finished her story. "Why do you still care so much about him?"
"Hanbin?"
Woozi nodded.
Minnie rolled her eyes. "Why is it a crime to care about people?!"
"Hey," he stopped her, "I didn't say you're not allowed to, I asked you normally and genuinely want to know." His explanation made the girl feel bad about the outburst she almost had. He was just trying to be a good friend and here she was throwing accusations at him... similar to what she and Wonwoo had done to each other.
"I..." she started but stopped. If only the answer was easy as she wanted it to be. "W-... We were forced to break up. Neither one of us truly wanted it... but it happened... because of him... and because of what happened to him. And back then, I was so scared of what was going to happen and I... I still was because... we didn't end things on bad terms, you know?" Minnie looked up, finding the caring eyes immediately gazing at her, a gentle smile decorating Jihoon's face. "Of course, I was devastated, but... he had to do it and I understand why he did it, and I'm very thankful that he did it..." She took a deep, slightly shaky, breath, "He cared so much for me back then that he broke up with me to protect me... so w- why shouldn't I now care for him? We're friends?..." Making it sound more like a question as she wasn't even sure about the statement herself.
"Are you though?" Woozi suddenly threw into the room.
She glared at him, eyebrows scrunched, "What?"
"Are you and Hanbin really friends?" She waited for him to continue, "When was the last time he texted you, or talked to you or... I don't know, had some kind of interaction with you?"
Minnie shrugged, "H-He... hasn't. Not ever since back then."
"Then that's not a friend, Minnie," he stated but before she could interfere, he continued, "I understand why you wanted to be there for him, even if it was just through Bobby, asking how he was and stuff, I truly get that. But... I'm sorry, but... you have to let him go. He broke up with you for a reason. He didn't want you involved in his shit in any way. He cared enough about you to let you go... so you should do the same."
"B-But how?" Minnie whispered, suddenly the tears in her eyes as visible as ever before when Jihoon looked at her, dragging his chair a little closer to her. "How c-can I just... let him go," she sniffled, "If I don't even know if he's okay?"
"You just have to learn how to not care too much anymore," he got up to join her on the couch, placing a comforting hand on her knee as he let his head rest on the back of the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you still love him?- And before you give me the same answer like you gave Wonwoo, think about it." He quickly added, letting the girl know, that he was there to help and understand her. He wasn't blaming her.
Minnie shook her head, sniffling once again. "No." She assured Woozi, and herself, "Not like I did before. I love him... like... a friend would, but that's it. I promise." She moved her head to look at him. Jihoon saw her from the corner of his eye, turning his head to lock eyes with her.
"I know, you don't have to defend yourself in front of me. I'm not the one who needs to hear that. But... like I said... you're not friends with him anymore. I know it hurts. And I'm sorry. But it's the truth."
The female member nodded, finally letting the tears escape from her eyes, letting her head fall onto the man's shoulder.
"You lose people all throughout your life, Minnie. He was there, he made you happy, but you have someone new who loves you more than you could ever imagine," his arm had found its way around her shoulder. "Imagine how you would've reacted if the roles were reversed. You don't think you would've been jealous if Wonwoo was still caring so much about his ex?"
"But he never lost an ex like that."
"That's true," he nodded, "I understand that, but even if he did. Imagine him ignoring you, putting you second, just because he was so focused on making sure his ex was doing alright."
Minnie moved her head in understanding. She didn't even think about that.
"You both are jealous people in one way or another, and that's healthy to an extent. It just shows that you care about each other," he lifted her head from his shoulder, making her have to look into his eyes. "He cares so much about you, that's why he reacted that way. He just wanted to know that you feel the same way. Everyone needs that assurance every now and then."
The girl nodded, "I get that."
He patted her arm one more time before getting up again and sitting back down on his beloved chair. "Just remember who you wrote To You about. Or Crush. It better not have been about Hanbin, or it's coming off the album right now."
She couldn't help but let the giggle tumble from her lips, "No," she sniffled one last time, "Not, it wasn't about Hanbin."
"Good," he grinned, "Then it can stay."
Before he could turn back around the mixing table, her voice stopped him.
"Do you think he ever asked Bobby or any of the other guys how I was doing?" She know she shouldn't wonder about that, but that was the very last thing she needed closure on.
Woozi took a deep breath, "I'm sure he did at the beginning. You don't just suddenly not care about a person, especially if you've been together for as long as you guys were. But I also hope that he has gotten over it and that he's happy. Just like you should." Sending her a strict eye, making her nod.
"I know..."
-
Before leaving the studio later that night, she had to promise the '96 Liner that she would at least go back to her own apartment. She didn't have to go back to their lives and pretend like nothing had happened, but she should try to get back to what was once their normality. The couple still had to talk about what had happened, both of them still carried some kind of baggage with them and she swore to Woozi that she would, at some point in the very near future, confront Wonwoo about it.
What she didn't know about was the confrontation her boyfriend had with the two Chinese members over Facetime, who noticed very quickly that something was going on with the rapper, immediately squeezing out every answer they wanted from him. Just like Minnie, he opened up and shared the entire story with the two, letting them in on his feelings, which he rarely ever did. He needed guidance. He needed advice. And yet, he could not get himself to face one of the members in real life and ask them for that favour - it seemed so much easier over the phone.
The '96 Liner would still need some time to get himself together enough to confront her so openly, but he wanted to, God... he really wanted to.
Wonwoo was in the living room, close to dozing off, clearly bored by what was playing on the TV, while Mingyu was already asleep in his room - it was 2AM after all. The sound of the door unlocking made the rapper perk up, trying to listen to who had entered their apartment, desperately hoping it was who he expected it to be. He concentrated on the light footsteps, listening to the person settling the bag, softly smiling once he knew for sure it was who he hoped for.
The steps got closer and closer, once they walked through the hallway, they stopped at the entrance to the living room. Wonwoo whipped his head to the side, finding Minnie frozen in place, surprised by the fact that it was him and not her fellow '97 Liner she would've expected to sit on the sofa.
"Hey," the rapper spoke first, breathing heavier than he would've liked to admit.
"Hi," the girl tried to force a smile, but it rarely showed.
Wonwoo gulped, sitting up straighter. "You're back."
"I... am," she looked around the room nervously. God, why was this more awkward than a first date. It shouldn't be like that. Both of them hated it. Minnie didn't notice when he was about to open his mouth, ready to talk to her, unknowingly interrupting him, "I-" he raised his eyebrows expectantly at her. "I'm... I'm gonna to bed. I'm... tired."
Okay... it looked like she wasn't ready to talk about it yet.
He nodded, "Yeah, yeah," he whispered. "I... I'll take the couch." Minnie gazed at him, her mouth slightly agape. She didn't expect that.
Okay... he wasn't ready to even be in the same room with her... that hurt.
She nodded, "Yeah... okay." Without wasting another second in the uncomfortable stillness, she turned to walk towards their usually shared bedroom, when his voice made her turn back to him.
"Minnie?"
"Yeah?" Her voice was filled with hope and desperation. Hope that he might change his mind and join her like he normally would. Desperate to feel his touch again.
His eyes found hers. But he couldn't read her. He was so scared to say the wrong thing yet again, so it would just be better to not say anything at all - or at least that's what his head told him.
"Good night."
Minnie sighed. There goes the hope. "Good night." She nodded, leaving him alone in the living room, where the only light was coming from the small lamp on the end table in the corner. Only a few days ago, Wonwoo could've sworn that that girl in front of him was brighter than any light he had ever seen. Her smile could light up an entire city. But right now... she looked duller than the deepness of an ocean.
Once she had reached their room and closed the door, throwing herself to lean back at it, she took a deep breath. She repeated Woozi's words in her head, trying to calm her racing thoughts and pumping heart.
'Give him time. Give yourself some time. You both need it.'
Just some time. She silently prayed for that 'some time' to be over soon.
-
The following started quietly, the three dormmates didn't share many words in the morning, deciding on sharing breakfast in silence after Mingyu exclaimed how happy he was to have the girl back in the apartment.
In the car on the way to the practice room, each one of them entertained themselves with their phones, some with their headphones in. Mingyu hated the clear tension and tried to loosen it up by talking to their manager in the driver's seat, directing questions to Wonwoo and Minnie every now and then, hoping the older man didn't notice it all too much.
Once they arrived in the practice room, each went their own way, Wonwoo sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, Mingyu talked to the choreographer that had become a good friend of the group and Minnie lowered her body to the floor to start stretching, getting ready for the practice-choreography for their upcoming live shows where they'd be performing 'Rock With You' without Jun and Minghao.
She felt a presence next to her, and looking up into the mirror in front of her revealed Seungkwan who rounded her sitting form and crouched down in front of her.
"And?"
"And what?" Minnie switched to stretch her other side.
"Did you two talk?" The '98 Liner wondered, sipping on the coffee he had brought along.
The girl sighed, "Does it look like we've talked?"
"Jeez..." he shook his head and stood back up, "Make-up quicker, you're no fun in this mood." As he brushed past her again, she smacked his calf, getting a surprised exclaim from him before he dared to fake kick her, walking back to Vernon, who had been eyeing them in confusion.
The other members left her to be by herself, but she could feel their eyes on her, especially the '95 Liners' and Woozi's - Seungkwan seemed to leave her alone.
The woman with the camera entering the room alarmed Mingyu who confirmed his worry. He rushed over to the girl, leaning down behind her, surprising her at the sudden closeness as he mumbled into her ear.
"They're filming for Inside today, don't forget that." She looked back at the door, where the woman was getting the camera ready and let a sigh out.
"Oh, fuck, I forgot..."
The rapper patted her back, "Just act. You're good at acting," smiling at her through the mirror as he leaned back to nudge him, making him chuckle before his facial expression slightly shifted.
"Why didn't you guys talk last night?" Minnie looked at him with raised eyebrows. He continued, "I heard you come in, but you two spoke really quietly and since you almost didn't even look at each other this morning, I'm just guessing."
The girl crossed her legs, deciding that she had finished her stretching session for the day. She shook her head and fixed her hair,
"He didn't even want to be in the same room as me, how was I supposed to talk to him?"
"What? What makes you think that?" Remembering hearing the conversation he overheard as he passed Wonwoo's room, where Jun assured him that he should make the first move and apologise and Minghao letting him know that Minnie was most definitely just as miserable as he was. Why he hadn't followed their advice was a mystery to him.
The girl leaned back against his chest as his arms rested over her shoulders. "I told him I'd go to bed, and he just said he'll take the couch. He didn't even try and follow me. He wanted to be away from me..."
"Minnie..." he sighed, "I think you understood him wrong-"
"No, he could've at least tried, and he didn't even try to stay in the same room. He doesn't want to talk, so I'm not gonna try and make him."
Her fellow '97 Liner nodded softly. "Alright..." and stood back up, patting her shoulders before walking away from her. Minnie raised her head to look at herself in the mirror when she felt another pair of eyes on her. Her gaze drifted to the right where she found her boyfriend staring at her reflection, the phone in his hands long forgotten. She was about to force a smile when she saw Mingyu getting closer to him, taking a seat right next to his best friend. With a deep huff of breath, she pushed herself to stand up and walk further away from the duo.
-
The practice was in full swing, the group taking small breaks after each part they had finished performing in front of the mirror.
"Alright, for the time being," the choreographer explained, "We agreed on Minnie being lifted up, so let's try that." It would be the first time they tried that move.
The group got into their positions, with the girl on her way to the far left where five of the members were waiting for her.
"Be careful," she heard him whisper as she passed Wonwoo, looking back, she gave him a quick nod.
She stopped once she had reached Dino and Joshua, who each held one arm open, welcoming her and ready to steady her back once she'd get lifted up. Carefully, she took a step forward, just about to step on their feet as the choreographer let her know exactly just how she should do it. On three Dino, Joshua, Mingyu, and Jeonghan all together lifted her up, making her chuckle at the feeling while she steadied herself with a hand on the '97 Liner's strong shoulder
"You're so light!" The youngest commented, making the two oldest exchange knowing glances, but they didn't comment any further. "Even lighter than Myungho," Dino added, making the girl chuckle nervously.
"You okay with doing that move, Minnie?" Youngjoon asked her, getting a quick nod in response as she straightened the front of her pants. "Good, and just don't forget to extend your arm forward."
-
The members fell to the floor, panting, desperately trying to catch more breath than physically possible after practice had officially ended. Minnie was laying on the floor, eyes closed, with her hands on her ribs, trying to execute the breathing exercises her pilates teacher had taught her.
Suddenly, the light was blocked by something and after opening her eyes again, the figure of her boyfriend revealed itself, holding out a bottle of water down at her. She eyed him for a second before he pushed it closer to her, "Take it."
The girl sat herself up and took the bottle out of his grasp, giving him a small, "Thank you," in response, along with a nod before he disappeared again. She opened it to take a quick sip, turning her head to the side to find Woozi and Seungcheol already looking at her. Both of the leaders grinned at her, to which she just rolled her eyes and got up from the floor to get ready to leave.
-
The female performer wasn't even able to get her jacket off once they got back home when her phone started ringing. With one quick look, Minnie saw 'Mum' lighting up the screen, making her sigh softly. Their conversation started normal: the mother asking her daughter about what work was like, with her asking the same in return, but it only took a few minutes before the older woman changed the subject.
"Why didn't you tell me that Wonwoo and you had a fight?" Her mum's voice rang through her ears from the other side of the phone.
"What?" Minnie wondered, "How do you know about that?"
"Seungcheol called me. You know, he was very worried about you. He got really scared," she explained. As much as the girl appreciated the worry leader showed for her, she couldn't help the slight annoyance of him talking to every living being about her misery - yes, it was her mother, but still... but she reminded herself that it was out of love, just like the woman had told her.
"It- I don't know... I hoped to clear it up myself, I guess." Minnie's fingers brushed through her hair as she leaned back against the chair at the dining table, her feet up and knees close to her body. "I messed up, now I have to fix it-"
"I don't know, Seungcheol said something else."
"Cheol is just annoyed. And I know he cares for me, so... yeah. But I really wasn't in the right either. Trust me, I did my part in the fight as well."
"Well, there's always two parties involved."
"Exactly."
She heard her mother sigh, "I just hope you don't take it too hard on yourself. Like I said, you two were part of it, so it takes two to make up for it again. Don't think that you have to fix whatever is going on between you two on your own. Work together, as a team."
"I know, I know... I'll try. Last night, he didn't really want to talk to me... I hope it'll be different soon," Minnie explained, finding a loose thread on her sock to pull on.
"And, you know, there's always make-up sex.“
"Mum!" The girl groaned in embarrassment.
"Oh, please," the woman exclaimed, "You're an adult now, let me talk to you like one!"
"Alright, alright," she chuckled, thankful for the person on the other side of the world, suddenly missing her even more than she usually does.
"Men would never say no to that. You just have to know how to initiate it."
Minnie laughed, "Okay, yeah, thanks. But... we should probably also talk about what happened, it's not something that... will be taken care of quickly, I think."
"You know him better than I do, and I'm sure you know what to do, so I trust you. And just know, it's not only you that did something wrong, so don't blame yourself too much."
The female member was about to respond when Wonwoo came into the room, passing the dining table to walk into the kitchen.
"Alright, maman, je dois y aller," (trans.: mum, I gotta go) she quickly switched to French, knowing her boyfriend could easily understand any English she'd speak now.
"Oh, Il est là?" (trans.: Is he here?") Minnie hummed to let her know she was right, and continued humming, as well as giving her a series of 'okay, okay' as they ended their call.
She placed her phone down, letting a quiet sigh out as she put her feet back onto the floor and leaned forward to rest her elbows on top of the table.
"Your mum?" Wonwoo suddenly broke the silence, making Minnie's ears and head perk up, surprised by the sudden conversation he was trying to start.
She nodded, "Yeah..."
The rapper continued chopping up the vegetables for whatever he had planned to make. "How is she?"
"Good," the girl took a deep breath, "They found a new place to open their next restaurant."
"Oh... cool," they both nodded in silence as they could feel the tension and awkwardness growing again.
With his back to the walkthrough leading to the living room, Wonwoo didn't notice Mingyu who was about to come in, but stopped abruptly when he noticed the couple in the room, and quickly walked back, ignoring the silent pleads from Minnie not to leave them alone.
Another minute went by, neither one of them saying a thing. The sound of the knife hitting the board was the only reason the room wasn't completely quiet.
"Min-"
"Listen-"
They both started at the same time and stopped in synch as they noticed the other one wanted to start.
"Sorry," Wonwoo was quick to apologise, putting the knife down, leaning back against the counter as he motioned towards the girl. "You go first."
"No," she hastily exclaimed, "No, you go. You were first."
He took a deep breath, looking down at the floor before locking eyes with his girlfriend. "I'm sorry. Last night... I-... I didn't..." he sighed in annoyance. Annoyed at himself that he couldn't find the right words. "I wanted to talk to you, but... you said you were tired and wanted to go to bed, so I thought you didn't want to talk."
"I wanted you to join me...," Minnie shyly explained, finding her nails to pick at.
Wonwoo nodded, "I was too blind to see that."
She cleared her throat, "I thought you didn't want to talk because you said you'd sleep on the couch-"
"I did that because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
A light switch turned on in the girl's head. That's why...
"But," he started again, "I... I'm sorry about the other day... I- ugh... I don't know."
Minnie's eyes never left his form while he drifted all around the room, mostly focusing on the floor. She looked at her destroyed nails, quickly brushing off the nervosity and speaking up.
"I-I'm sorry too... but... I mean... I'm sorry for what I said... to you," she looked up and was thankful to find his gaze on her. "I shouldn't have said some of those things... but... I'm- I'm not sorry for caring about him." Her voice was soft and quiet, scared of the reaction she might get, knowing he would probably disagree with her. To her surprise, Wonwoo nodded.
"I can't help it."
"But why?" He wondered gently, "Why do you still care about him so much? Am I not enough for you?"
"Wha- no, no no no," she quickly stopped him, "That has nothing to do with you." Minnie took a quick breath, reminding herself of what Woozi had told her, and to not repeat the exact words she had thrown at her boyfriend a few days ago. "He cared enough about me to end things," she could see Wonwoo's body tensing up, "So... I guess, it just feels right that I should also still care about him."
"But after two years, Minnie? Two years."
"I know," the girl whispered, hiding her face behind her hands, "God, I know... I'm sorry."
"What do I have to do?" He questioned, getting a confused look in return. "What do you need me to do, so you can finally keep him in the past."
"I-I don't know... I'm trying... I promise..." she stuttered, her breaths feeling heavier with each second.
Wonwoo crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking a quick glance into the living room. "You know I'd do anything for you. And I mean... anything."
Great, he just had to say something that would get Minnie's emotions to come back up again. His words reached her ears, sending a gentle chill down her spine, making her heart speed up just a bit. She hadn't lost him.
"I know," he almost overheard her shaky whisper as she brought her hands up to her face once again
"Then just tell me, and I'll do it. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I don't care enough about you, that he was the better boyfriend or whatever. Just tell me, and I'll prove to you-"
"No, God, please, it's not that-"
"Then, what is it?"
"I don't know!" She revealed her now red face and glassy eyes, taking him back to the night he wished never had happened. If he could take back the way he confronted her, he would. And here he finally had the chance to make everything right again.
Wonwoo rushed over to the weeping girl on the chair, "Hey, hey, don't cry," getting down on his knees right in front of her, "Please don't cry, jagi." He raised his hand to brush over the side of her head, pressing it down to make her lean into his body.
"I'm so sorry," she cried into his shoulder, "I love you, I promise-"
"Shh, I know," he comforted her, his hands on her body, pulling her close, "It's okay-"
She raised her head, "No, it's not okay-," she sniffled, "I love you, Wonwoo. I only love you."
"I know, it's okay, I shouldn't have questioned that."
"I don't love him anymore, I swear," Minnie steadied herself on his shoulders, "I-I don't, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that. But I promise."
His fingers grazed over her forehead and left eyebrow, down the side of her face, down to her jaw and chin.
"I know, babe. It's okay. I'm so sorry for not believing you."
"I'm sorry that I still care about him, I-I know I shouldn't, but... I can't help it-"
"No, I...," he sighed, "I understand it, I just... I got jealous... and I took it out on you, I'm sorry."
With a pained facial expression, Minnie let her head rest back on his shoulder, leaving the chair and letting herself fall into his arms, wrapping hers around his shoulders. His hands rubbed up and down her back, as he hid his face in her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume and shampoo he had so desperately been missing. Wonwoo could still feel her slightly shaking against his body, hoping his hug was comforting her. If he only knew how much it was helping Minnie, but that it was also the reason why she couldn't hold back her tears. The girl had been almost convinced of the fact that she was going to lose him and lose a part of her along with him.
"I'm sorry for making you feel like you couldn't trust me," she mumbled against his clothes, making him shake his head immediately.
"Don't say that. I've never not trusted you." His hands cradled her face to make her look at him again. "I promise." Her fingers wrapped around his wrists as she leaned her forehead against his.
"I can't lose you," she quietly admitted, the pain still clear in her voice.
The '96 Liner leaned back slightly to lift his head and place a loving kiss against her forehead, making sure to stay in that position for a few seconds before doing the same to her left cheek.
"You're not gonna lose me," he whispered back, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "I couldn't live with myself if I ever let go of the best thing that ever happened to me."
The girl sent him a sad smile, her eyes still glassy and her cheeks stained red.
"If I ever make you cry again, slap me, okay? I don't want to ever be the reason that you feel like this." His first sentence made Minnie chuckle, before she hugged him tightly again, needing to make up for the lost days when she couldn't hold him like this.
"I'm so sorry," she told him one last time as his hand found its way underneath her shirt, placing his palm on the naked skin of her back.
Another kiss was placed on the side of her head, "I'm sorry too." He let a few seconds pass, just enjoying the warmth of their bodies together before he spoke up again. "He's not going to jail, by the way."
She relieved him of the hug, leaning back while his hands stayed on her back, "I know. But I don't care," and shook her head, "I shouldn't care."
His right pointer finger came up to move away some of the hairs that had stuck to her forehead, "No, it's okay to care. Just shows that you have too big of a heart."
Minnie grinned, locking eyes with her boyfriend once again, relieved to feel no suspense and no awkward tension between them anymore.
"I love you," she let the words roll off her tongue easily, just like she normally would.
It didn't matter that it was probably the 400th time Wonwoo had heard the words, he'd never get enough of it, and them coming from her would never not make him smile.
"I love you too." Not hesitating to lean in and finally get the kiss both of them have been craving for for the past few days. To finally feel his lips move against hers again, let Minnie feel the ecstasy rushing through her body, making her only smile even more.
A few seconds later, they separated again, gazing into each other's eyes, still engulfed in their arms.
"You know what's in a week?" Wonwoo grinned up at her.
"Hm?" She tilted her head gently to the side as she let her fingers run along the side of his face, admiring his beauty like she sometimes did whenever they shared a bed.
"One year." Then it hit her.
She gasped softly, "Oh my God... already?" Wonwoo nodded happily, making her copy his expression. "One year together... what would you rate it, Sir Jeon?" Making him chuckle as he pretended to think about it for a second before continuing to smile at her.
"Could use a few more years." To which the girl couldn't hide her smile as well. "What do you say?" He wondered, making her nod.
"I agree. A few a lot more years, I'd say."
"That sounds about right," he grinned, leaning back into her to feel the softness of her lips on his again.
Almost one year. And many more to come, Minnie prayed silently as she let herself give into the kiss, drowning in the love flowing through their bodies.
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may i make a Capitano request? i have seen many capitano x soft and cutie s/o, how about Capitano x badass s/o?
(uhh like...she is smol, cute and all on the outside but when she fights, she is as scary as Quetzalcoatl from Fate series)
a fighting strength | yandere! capitano x fem! reader
I hope this is good and sorry for taking so long :)
content warning: yandere tendencies, implied murder (in a battle)
you stood at the doorway, smiling.
your lips bruised and a small bandaid below your eyes. "would you like to train with me?" you asked, smiling innocently whilst wearing a light blue nightgown.
you wanted to fight capitano again.
he shook his head, saying, "I wouldn't mind. but not today. you're still limping around from the last time."
"I've learned from my mistakes. I can beat you this time."
you've always come close to beating capitano when sparring but only twice were you able to beat him. "no. why don't you go to bed? I'm sure you're tired."
you rested your head on the doorway, your smile slowly dropping to become a frown, "please. one round?"
"or I could ask someone else to practice with me..." you knew all too well that capitano didn't like that.
he stood up slowly, approaching you, his body towering over yours as he said, "one time, (y/n). then you'll go to sleep."
"of course." you smiled, before moving aside to let capitano through the door. the two of you went to the training area and prepared for a small duel.
despite how delicate you look, you're made of steel. that was one of the things that drew capitano to you.
one of the things that made him crazy for you.
capitano removed his armor slowly, before removing his helmet. he glanced up at you, a small scar across his cheek, a scar that you made a few months back after you tossed a pebble to him.
he pulled his hair back, putting it into a low bun, for his safety.
"I'm ready. are you?" you leisurely walked towards capitano, a small, mischievous smile on your lips. capitano nodded and then it began.
capitano positioned himself away from you and you did the same. then you ran to capitano, going for a tackle.
or so he thought.
something special about you is that you never use the same move twice.
your arms wrapped around one of capitano's legs and brought him down Instantly. he grumbled as he lifted himself from the ground. you smiled at him before asking, "one more time?"
"sure."
...
capitano first saw you in the midst of a battle, a battle that seemed to never end.
in the never-ending battle, capitano got injured and was deemed too weak to fight.
that's when you entered the battlefield. you left not one enemy alive. you were quick and efficient.
you were incredibly precise. you were a good leader and an even better fighter.
nothing could explain the feelings that capitano felt after hearing about leading his army to victory. it seemed too good to be true, was there someone out there better than him?
after the battle had ended, all he heard was his soldiers speaking of you and yet you were nowhere to be found.
whenever he was given the chance, he'd ask around about you, hoping to find or hear from you again.
he soon found out that you disappeared, leaving him to wonder who you were. when he was sent to natlan that's when he saw you again.
...
"one more time. please?" you smiled down at capitano, your hands pressed against his shoulders.
"no more. (y/n), I'm exhausted. let's take a break. alright?" capitano placed a hand atop of yours, sighing.
you smirked, and capitano smiled. you were very pretty, but his favorite word to describe you was glorious.
that one word described you, all of you in every form. you were glorious even when you were sick, injured, mad, or sad.
you were always glorious.
always glorious.
"one day... I'm going to be better than you," you whispered, running a finger across the scar on his cheek. a ghost of a smile appeared on his face, he shrugged, "perhaps one day... you'll have to take my place."
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If your asks are still open, what would you think about Splniper comforting Spy after he wakes up from a nightmare by cuddling him and making him hot cocoa?
Here it is, I hope this checks out!
It is reasonable to imagine Spy having trouble sleeping. After all that he has done, all the lives he ended - directly or indirectly -, all the secrets and hearts that he stole, after all the deceptions and lies, it is fair to say that the man had a lot to feel remorse and regret for.
So the nightmares were frequent, the sleep babbling - one could hardly call it talking given the lack of more than a noise or syllable per few words - was incessant sometimes and of course, the clenching of his jaw and his limbs was exhausting.
On the other hand, Mundy could sleep anywhere in any, possibly uncomfortable position imaginable. But sharing his nights with Spy had shown him a side of the man that very few knew about him.
At first, the nights were peaceful. But as Spy grew comfortable with his lover, Mundy gradually got exposed to more and more of these episodes of nightly restlessness.
The first time it was only a babble. It woke the Aussie up and he had smiled about it, thinking this was in fact priceless ammunition for his little teasing games with the spy. But the smile soon disappeared when he saw the frown on Spy's sleeping face and the sweat dripping from his brow.
Sniper did not know how to react, much less how to ask Spy for guidance on this. But one day, before he managed to gather the courage, Spy himself opened up about this.
"I would understand if you preferred sleeping on your own."
The sentence had been the opener to a conversation that caught Sniper so off guard, he nearly spat his coffee out.
“What? No, why're you sayin' that?"
"I know my sleep is at the other end of peaceful and I can only imagine how painful it is to share a bed with me. I also know that after a nightmare that forced me to wake up last night, you pretended to be sleeping but you saw and heard everything. No need to make this more awkward than it needs to be." Spy puffed out some smoke, sat on his end of the sofa. He was staring at the cigarette between his fingers, which Sniper now knew was a habit he had to not look whoever he was addressing in the eye.
"Spook, I-"
"No need." Spy cut him and raised a flat hand. "No need to elaborate. You can go back to your van and meet with me for breakfast here or whenever you feel like it."
“No, you idiot." That's when Spy's eyes flashed to his lover who was sat at the other end of the couch. "I don't care that you wake me up at night. But now that we're talkin' about it, I've always wanted to ask you a few things about it."
Spy waved his hand in an inviting motion, for Sniper to ask away. "You didn't used to have these… uh…”
"Episodes." Spy filled in.
"Yeah, those episodes, you didn't use to have them when we first started seein' each other. So I'm thinking that it's somethin' I do or say that makes this happen. And whatever it is, it’s really gettin’ on your nerves.”
Spy shook his head, sighing.
“Spook, please. Just tell me what it is and I’ll stop doin’ it.”
Spy chortled.
“Don’t give yourself any credit, Bushman.”
“What’s that mean?” Sniper asked.
“It means that you are not the cause of any of this. It started way before I knew you.”
“How come it didn’t happen at the beginnin’ then?”
“That is because I hardly slept at the beginning, precisely to avoid this issue. But after weeks of being sleep deprived, I couldn’t fight it anymore and I now sleep at night.” Spy took a drag of his cigarette. He was speaking coldly, which he usually did, but Sniper could tell that this was a bit colder than usual which meant that Spy was trying to hide his emotions.
The Aussie let the silence hang for a second before he found the right way to respond.
“I just wanna know how to help you.” He answered and put his now empty coffee mug on the coffee table in front of him. “I don’t want to go away from you just because you have trouble sleepin’, that’s stupid.”
Spy did not say anything.
“So d’you know what I can do to help you when you have these nightmares and things like that?” Sniper asked.
“Non.” Spy answered. “As far as I know, nothing helps.”
“Have you tried tablets to help you sleep? Maybe that can work?”
“I am not sick.” Spy replied. “This is not an illness. It is the result of my life choices.” He stood up and left the sofa. Sniper understood that it was not personal, it was not against him. It was against himself. Spy hated having a problem that a gun or a knife could not fix.
Mundy made a decision as his eyes followed Lucien going to his bathroom and locking the door, and the decision was the following: he would try different things and see what would work best, if anything did.
He started going to Medic for medical advice.
“So when did this start?”
“Can’t remember a night where I could sleep right to be honest.” Mundy lied. Obviously he slept like a log but he would never compromise his lover’s reputation and tell anyone that Spy had a problem.
“Interesting. And why come to me now? If this is something you have dealt with all your life, what pushed you to seek help now?” Medic asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“If you can patch gunshot wounds and broken bones within seconds with that medigun of yours then I reckon you can probably help with this too, eh?”
Medic smirked.
“But,” Sniper added. “I don’t wanna take tablets or stuff like that. I want you to tell me how I can fix it and go back to sleeping like I was when I was a kid.”
“Even more interesting.” Medic nodded to himself. “I can give you a few methods, but I can guarantee they won’t be as efficient as taking some prescription medicine.”
“That’s fine.”
“The other thing you should know is that you will need someone to do those things to you when those fits happen. I trust this is not an issue?”
Sniper slightly blushed. Of course Medic knew that he was spending his nights in Spy’s room, but this was the first time he heard it from him. He nodded.
“Yeah. Well, thanks, Doc’.” Sniper stood up and left.
The second person Sniper went to was Engie.
“So, where’s Spy? Usually you two come together on Friday nights?” The Texan asked.
It was true. To escape the ruckus of the Friday evening team celebrations, Sniper and Spy usually hid away in Engie’s garage. The beer tasted better when consumed in a quieter environment.
“D’you know what to do when someone has night terrors?” Sniper asked bluntly.
“You have night terrors?”
“Yeah.” Sniper lied. “I can’t sleep properly, I talk in my sleep. Sometimes I wake up in a sweat, and my whole body is tense.”
“Well, you’d better ask sawbones for these things. Can’t fix it with a contraption, I’m afraid.”
“So you don’t know?” Sniper asked and deep down, he was hiding a smile. He had learnt from Spy that if you wanted anything from Engie, it had to challenge his intellect; or if that failed, question it.
“From what I know, it really depends on what provokes the night terrors. I just know that for some people, it’s trauma; no easy fix for that.”
“What’s the hard fix then?” Sniper asked.
“Again, I don’t know much but here’s what I know…”
— Later —
Spy was reading in bed, his night lamp was on. It was past midnight and sleep started to fall on him gently but he could hear Sniper still in the shower. Ah, nevermind, the water just stopped.
The Frenchman distantly heard the bathroom door open. He switched his light off and put his book away before sliding down in his bed to lie down. He shut his eyes and waited to hear Sniper leave his suite.
Instead, the mattress lowered down. Spy rolled to see what was happening.
“What are you doing here?” He asked the tall, lanky man who was slipping in bed next to him.
“What does it look like? Fryin’ eggs?”
“I thought we agreed that you would sleep in your van?”
“Nah, you agreed on that on your own, I didn’t.” Mundy scooted closer to his lover and held him close.
“Mundy, you don’t have to-”
“Good night, luv’.” Mundy cut him and Lucien felt a kiss on his temple.
The Frenchman sighed and held Mundy’s hand in his.
That sense of peace vanished a few hours in the night, and Lucien started to babble and spasm. Mundy woke up and waited to see if his lover was calming down.
“Non…”
Mundy waited and listened.
“Non… Non!”
Lucien was definitely not calming down. The Aussie then applied his teammate’s advice. He rolled Lucien to make him lie on his back and lay on top of him, crushing him with his own weight.
“Nnh…”
The babbling subsided almost instantly, the spasming took longer but Mundy was patient. He grabbed some tissue from the bedside table and wiped Lucien’s sweaty brow.
“It’s alright… You ain’t alone anymore… I’m here with you…”
The spasms became less frequent, only the breathing was irregular now.
“Sssh… it’s alright.”
Mundy grabbed the bottle of water and hand towel he had brought on his bedside table and wet it before putting it on Lucien’s forehead. He immediately lay on him again afterwards.
Lucien’s breathing calmed down, and he eventually opened his eyes. The night light was on and he realised his brow was nice and cool.
“Mundy…?”
“You’re alright.”
“What is…? Wait…” Lucien gently pushed Mundy away and the Aussie obliged. “What is this doing on my forehead? And why were you sleeping on me?”
“You won’t believe me, but it worked.” The Aussie sat on his side of the bed, his back towards Lucien.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Sit up, luv’.” When Mundy turned to face Lucien again, the Aussie had a glass of water in his hand. “Here, drink this.”
Lucien obeyed without a second thought.
“I tried some stuff to help you calm down. It worked, with a bit of time.”
Lucien stopped drinking sharp.
“What did you do? Just crush me with your body?”
“Yeah, and cool you down.” Mundy answered.
Lucien sat up straight and put the now empty glass away.
“How did you know what to do?”
“I asked Medic and Engie.”
“You did what?!”
“Relax, I told them that it was for me.” Mundy answered. “And in any case, we trust Medic with our lives, which is mad enough. Can’t hurt to ask the crazy nurse.”
Lucien sighed.
“I suppose you are right. And it worked.”
“How d’you feel?”
“Different.”
“How?”
“Usually when I wake up after an episode, I am out of breath and exhausted. But now, I feel much better, barely any sweat, I am not breathing as if I just beat a sprinting world record… I… Thank you.” He looked Mundy in the eye.
“Yeah, no worries. It wasn’t hard.” Mundy answered and Lucien yawned. “Ready to sleep again?”
“Oui, I think so.”
“Right.” Mundy switched the night light off and slid down under the sheets. Lucien did the same.
“Mundy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, really.”
“You’re welcome.”
The darkness made it easier for both of them to communicate, verbally and otherwise. Lucien rolled on his side and grabbed Mundy’s arm to pull him in. The Aussie found himself spooning his lover. He could not see it but Lucien rolled his eyes up in bliss before closing them. He could not get enough of the warmth, the embrace was comforting as much as it was calming for his nerves.
“Mundy?” He whispered.
“Yeah?”
“I…” Lucien cleared his throat. “May I be hugged please?”
“Course.”
With the weeks passing by, Lucien’s episodes became overall less violent. It was only on occasions that he would need to fully wake up. Most of the time, Mundy would lie on top of him and Lucien would barely wake up. The sleep talking and spasming became less frequent too. Not only that, but Lucien would ask for hugs more often in bed. And Mundy came to realise that the Frenchman, even with all his love conquests, was starved of any meaningful touch. No one held him for more than a few minutes after intercourse, and no one made him feel as safe as in Mundy’s arms.
“I owe you my peace of mind.”
“Can you do introductions with bits of context?” Mundy asked at the breakfast table.
“I could.” Lucien answered. “But I believe what I said is clear enough.”
“Makes no bloody sense to me but alright.” Mundy gave a chuckle.
“Yesterday night was the first night in more than forty years that I slept through without any stress.” Lucien said.
“I’m happy for you.” Mundy bent on his side and left a kiss on his lover’s temple before resuming the buttering of his toast.
“If there is anything I can do to repay this, please let me know, whatever it is.” Lucien answered. “Even if you think it is impossible to do it, I will make it happen.”
“Well,” The Aussie put his butter knife down. “There’s one thing I’ve really wanted but I’m not sure you or anyone can do it.”
“Please.” Lucien asked him to say whatever it was.
“Could you pass me that apricot jam over there?” Mundy smirked and Lucien rolled his eyes, nevertheless he passed him the jar.
“Mundy…”
“What? I really want that jam, y’know how much I like that on my toast, eh?”
They both chuckled and Mundy got caught off guard. Lucien himself initiated a kiss.
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The Waiting Game*
Title: The Waiting Game
Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader
Summary: Nick and Ash find a way to make the distance a little easier to handle.
Word Count: 915
Warnings: smut, phone/video sex
Nick smiled as his phone screen lit up with Ash's face. He could see that she was at home and lounging by the pool. They had been apart for weeks, first by Ash's stint in New Japan, and now by AEW's European tour. Nick was exhausted, both from travel and the difficulty sleeping without Ash by his side. It was super late in Germany, but Nick had to at least see Ash and hear her voice before he tried going to sleep.
"Hey, you look gorgeous," Nick greeted. He always tried to greet his fiance with a compliment. Ash smiled and blushed at the compliment, ducking her head down slightly. The movement jostled her a little and Nick's attention was drawn straight to her breasts.
"You look tired Nicky," Ash said. Nick pouted, and Ash quickly tried to think of a way to reiterate her words to show her concern. "How have you been sleeping lately?"
"Not well. You know that I can't sleep without you here." This time, it was Ash pouting as she looked at Nick. She hadn't exactly been sleeping the greatest herself, but Ash also knew what it took for Nick to admit something like that. "It's just been really hard not having you here. Are you sure that you don't want to hop on a plane and come see me for a couple nights?"
"Are you sure that you just want me there for sleep?" Ash teased. Nick knew that it was a joke, but he was still completely serious in his answer.
"Not at all. Honestly, I'd probably be too riled up to sleep. Some days it feels like I just can't get off by myself," Nick said. Ash's cheeks were burning up at the thought of Nick desperately trying to get himself off. She had always sort of had a thing for watching him touch himself. She loved watching the way his eyes darkened right before he came and the little noises that he pulled out of himself.
"I could help you with that problem," Ash offered.
"And how exactly would you do that from all the way over there?" Nick asked. Ash didn't say a word as she reached behind her back and pulled the string to her bikini top. Nick watched as it fell away with the bikini itself, but Ash kept the camera at an angle where he couldn't see everything. "Teasing me? You are a cruel woman."
"You've got it all wrong Nicky, I'm helping you. You just have to listen." Ash dropped her voice a little and let in some of her natural husk to it. She knew how much Nick loved hearing that voice and the things that it did to him. "Just close your eyes and relax."
"Okay," Nick agreed. He closed his eyes and moved the hand not holding his phone over his cock.
"It's been so long since I saw you last, and I miss you so much," Ash started. "I know that you miss me too. Can I tell you about all the things that I miss right now, Nicky?"
"Yes, please do," Nick said. Ash could tell that he had started to slowly stroke his cock. It was slow and more subtle, but still obvious that Nick was touching himself.
"I miss feeling your hands on my body. You're always touching me, even when we aren't having sex. I love it when you put your hands on my hips and squeeze a little. Especially whenever I'm riding you. God, I'd give anything to feel you inside of me right now, Nicky. I've tried using toys, but it doesn't feel the same. Nobody can fuck me like you, and it's so frustrating. I swear there was a whole week in Japan where I was just going crazy trying to get off without you," Ash said.
"Yeah? I'm sorry," Nick apologized. The words came out pretty jumbled, but Ash could still understand him. She could also see how her words turned Nick on even more.
"I can't wait for you to get home and fuck me, Nicky. God, it's been so long since I've had a good orgasm. You'd better rest up before then, because we're going all night. I want you in every possible way, Nicky," Ash told him. Nick whimpered at the thought of a sex marathon with Ash. He had been dreaming about it all week. Somehow, Ash always knew exactly what to say. "I want us to do things that we've never thought to try before. I'll give you anything you want if you make me cum."
"Ash, fuck," Nick moaned. She could see his arm moving quickly as he jerked himself off. His hips lifted up off of the bed in sporatic thrusts. Ash could tell that he was close, so she decided to try something new to help him over the edge.
"Come on Nicky, cum for me baby. Be a good boy and cum, I know you need to. I bet you're throbbing, so just let go. I'll be right here when you're finished." Ash's gentle reassurance and coaxing seemed to help tremendously. Ash watched as Nick stopped moving with a few deep grunts. She wanted so badly to be there with Nick to clean him up, but she also knew that the wait out be worth it. Nick may have cum, but Ash knew that he'd be ready for her whenever he got back to America. "Good boy, Nicky, good boy."
#my writing#one shot#nick jackson x reader#nick jackson#the elite x reader#the elite#the young bucks x reader#the young bucks#aew x reader#all elite wrestling x reader#all elite wrestling#aew
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Can you do something with Ben White, he is in Doha for the word Cup but the two of you have argued and you love him a lot. Y/n and Ben have a newborn son and he has a cold and you are worried.. thank you in advance 🤍 (sorry for my English)
Wrote this before he withdrew from the squad
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Having a baby change everything from the way you think to your priorities; everything begins to be planned with them in mind in order to make them feel good. Or so you thought...
You were happy about Ben's call-up to the world cup, you still are. Yet there were days when bickering was not missing in your house, leading you to be nervous and consequently causing your barely one-month-old baby to be more nervous than usual. Exhausted didn't fully express how you felt.
"I don't understand" and yet Ben misses no opportunity to resume the same conversation that has been going on within those walls for days now.
"Again?" you sigh dejectedly, the only thing you want is to take advantage of the fact that the baby is finally resting so that you can do the same if only for a little while. But he doesn't understand that.
"Yes, again. And do you know why? Because it's not fucking fair"
"Ben I warn you, change that attitude or don't start at all"
"Everyone will be there, everyone. What am I supposed to say when they notice I'll be the only one alone?"
"The truth. That the baby is still too young to travel"
"Because you don't want to"
"You really think you have it all figured out? - your voice drops a tone, defeated and bitter at yet another failed communication between the two of you since the baby's birth - have you ever stopped to think about what it might mean for me, for us, to move with a newborn? I feel like I've just found some stability since he was born and just the thought of having to do it all over again alone in a place I don't know surrounded by strangers scares me... but you don't care anyway. You only think about yourself, about showing your family around five minutes after the game while I'm the one who has to take care of everything else!"
The baby's crying is the only thing in the background after your outburst while he looks at you without saying anything. So you take the opportunity to walk away, to put some space between the two of you as you go to quiet the baby.
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The days before departure are the strangest. Some go by as if you were a normal family that has just had a baby, enjoying every moment ahead of his departure; others as if you were strangers under the same roof, shifty glances and unspoken thoughts.
And that is how he leaves, after a small party with friends and family to wish him luck, to join his teammates almost a week before the start of the world cup. Every evening or whenever he has free time he calls you to see you both; there is always a smile on his face, the focus on the boy, but still on facetime is always easier to hide things.
When he calls you on the third day he can sense that something is wrong just by seeing you. He had just finished dinner with some of the boys but had wandered off looking for a quiet place so you could talk freely.
"He didn't sleep at all last night. He's so fussy. And I think he has some sort of flu"
"Did you call my mum or yours?"
"Yeah, I spoke to them just now. I also called the paediatrician but he wasn't available" the desperation is clear in your voice as you huff trying to push back the tears that are trying to come out.
"Babe - Ben sighs, looking for the best way to infuse you with his closeness - breathe, you've got this under control..."
"He's so little, I don't know what to do"
"Okay now listen to me, ask your mother or sister to stay with you tonight. Just so you're calmer and you can try to get some rest too"
"Ugh I should have listened to you and taken him somewhere warmer" you sigh and really the distance right now doesn't help.
"That could have happened here too. And you're right, probably in a foreign place you would have gone even crazier"
"I'm not going crazy - you reply promptly snatching a laugh from him - I'm just worried about my baby"
"I know" a hysterical cry breaks free in the air just then and you step away for a moment only to go and retrieve the baby leaving Ben waiting. When you return he can actually notice the slightly flushed cheeks typical of a few lines of fever.
"How is he?"
"He doesn't seem any warmer than before" you murmur, resting your lips on his forehead for a moment. "Oh the paediatrician is calling me back. Talk later?"
"Yeah, let me know as soon as you're done" the call disconnects soon after leaving him bitter at what he meant to say, staring at your profile picture picturing you and the baby in one of the many photos he took of you during that period.
Part 2
#ben white#ben white imagine#ben white imagines#ben white one shot#football imagine#football imagines
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Ok, I wanted to get this up for Pride Month, but a lot was going on, including me changing what I wanted to write a few times, but I finally got something!
Tbh I've had a headcanon of trans guy Davis ever since my 02 rewatch a few years back, mostly sparked by an line from the Adventure 02 dub where Davis loudly and happily proclaims himself as "one of the guys" after getting the Digi-Egg of Friendship. I love that moment and it has just, cemented itself as a headcanon for me. So uh, you can check it out at the link, or I'll post it under a read more, and I hope y'all enjoy!
Summary: After an excited outburst the day prior, Davis finally decides to tell their group of DigiDestined just who he is.
Tags: Trans Male Character, Coming Out, Post Episode 11 (The Storm of Friendship), Dub names
Yesterday had been exhausting, with rescuing Agumon from the Digimon Emperor— from Ken Ichijouji— and getting a second Digi-Egg. That was just scratching the surface of it, too, considering all the shouting that had gone on between him and TK and him and Matt.
But amidst all the fighting and the chaos and the frustration, there had been one thing that he continued to turn over in his mind ever since they got back to their world.
Tai had called him a good friend. Matt gave him a noogie. It was everything he could’ve dreamed of. In his sheer happiness he couldn’t help but shout out to his partner that he really was one of the guys now.
And that had been burned into his thoughts ever since. Even at dinner, and even well after DemiVeemon had fallen asleep and he stared at the ceiling in the dark.
Tai had always been one of the few people to truly respect him and accept who he was, but to get that same respect from Matt, one of the two coolest people he knew? He really was on cloud nine.
But just as much as he had been on cloud nine, his brain had been in overdrive thinking ever since he had shouted out “I’m one of the guys now!”
Was now the time to tell everyone? Out of all the DigiDestined, only Tai and Kari knew. Kari insisted that the others would accept him, would also still see him the same, but as he was on his way to school, still munching on a piece of toast, he couldn’t help but wonder.
As much as he didn’t like TK, he knew he wasn’t a bad person. Cody was a strange kid who he could never get a read on, but he wasn’t a bad kid by any means— the furthest thing from it, really. And Yolei… Well, she was loud, brash, and liked to rag on him, but only when he aggravated her first. If he told them, it wouldn’t go bad… right? Certainly not like with his dad, right?
It had gone so well with Tai and Kari. He still remembered the after school soccer game he met the siblings at, when he loudly told them his name was Davis and that he was a boy. He had found a hero and a friend in an instant, and whenever there was trouble with his own parents, he was always welcome at the Kamiya household. Maybe the food wasn’t the tastiest, but there was always a lot of it, at least.
He knew he had a friend and supporter in Kari no matter what, but he couldn’t help but be… scared when he thought about telling everyone else.
Kari was standing by the gates to the school, and as soon as he saw her, the smile on his face grew twice as wide and he ran over.
“Hey! Kari!” he shouted to her, putting his hands on his legs to keep himself standing and steady while he caught his breath. She laughed gently at how he nearly tripped over to reach her between the crowd of other students arriving, and as he looked up at her, that beaming smile was still on his face.
“How are you holding up after yesterday?” she asked. Davis let out a long groan.
“Ugh, I’m so tired. Armor Digivolving is tough work.”
DemiVeemon popped his head out of Davis’s backpack, “Hey! I was the one who actually Digivolved!” he squeaked out. Davis turned his head to look at his partner, a guilty, sheepish smile on his face.
“W-Well I had to pick up the Digi-Egg!” he stammered out, feeling his face go flush.
Kari couldn’t help but laugh, which caused Davis to get distracted from his playful spat with his Digimon partner.
“What about you?” he asked, shooting her a kind smile.
“I’m alright. I probably could’ve slept all day,” she sighed, “Tai’s doing good, at least. I’m really relieved about that.”
“That’s good, but you should make sure you get your rest! We can take a day off from the Digital World after how badly we just beat that stupid Emperor,” Davis said, clenching a fist in determination, which DemiVeemon copied.
“Do you have to shout about the Digimon Emperor and the Digital World loud enough for everyone to hear?”
Davis recognized Yolei’s voice anywhere, and he felt himself start to deflate from how triumphant he felt just a few moments ago.
She, TK, and Cody walked over, with their own Digimon poking out of their backpacks.
“I swear, with how loud you are, everyone is gonna know about the Digital World,” Yolei sighed. Kari and TK couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I mean, I kind of agree with him about taking the day off,” TK shrugged, “We could use at least one day after dealing with everything that happened with Agumon.
“It would be nice…” Cody mused, putting his hand to his chin in thought, “I haven’t been able to train with grandpa nearly as much lately…”
“Well, thanks for so graciously giving us the day off,” Kari teased. Davis rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Well I’m happy to help, Kari! Anytime!” he said, following up with a loud laugh that caused numerous other students to look their way.
Yolei clapped her hands, “Ok! Day off!” she whooped in triumph, before pausing for a moment, her expression slowly fading, “…Ugh, no excuse to get out of work now,” she groaned. Iori patted her on the arm.
“I’m sure you’ll survive,” he told her, voice surprisingly sincere despite Yolei’s overdramatic cries.
The bell rang shortly after, and the group— minus Davis— started to walk towards the school building. Davis shuffled in place nervously, hands clenched as he tried to will himself to speak.
“Are you ok, Davis?” DemiVeemon asked quietly, poking his partner’s shoulder. Davis stayed quiet, sucking in a silent breath.
“H-Hey guys! Hold on a sec!” he shouted out, still glued in place as his friends turned to look at him.
“What’s up, Davis?” Kari asked, pausing as soon as she saw the look on his face.
“There was just, uh… something I wanted to talk about,” he said, voice quiet as he felt his stomach tie up in a knot.
“I don’t want to be late, Davis!” Yolei groaned, letting out a squeak as Kari gently bumped her in the side with her elbow.
Davis took a deep breath, slowly stepping forward as his friends looked at him. This was it.
“So, uh…” Why were words so hard to think of, especially now, especially in this moment? Why had it been so easy with his hero and his crush, but he couldn’t get the words out with his friends? His eyes darted to Kari, who gave him a warm, gentle smile.
“Whatever you have to say, you don’t have to worry. You can talk to us about anything,” she said, in that sweet tone she always spoke with to reassure someone. The same tone she spoke with when he first told her a few years ago.
He could do this.
“So, uh,” he started again, wringing his hands together nervously, “I haven’t told a lot of people this, but I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday, and, uh… I wanted to let you all know that I’m a guy.”
He did it. It suddenly felt like a massive weight was pulled off his shoulders.
“But I thought we already knew that,” his partner said from his perch on Davis’s shoulder. Davis’s face burned crimson, suddenly feeling stupid at the fact that he had basically said nothing.
However, Cody’s eyes shone with recognition, something Davis didn’t catch as he grit his teeth in frustration.
“Wh-What I mean is that, I wasn’t, like, born as a guy, I guess? Like I shoulda been, but I wasn’t, and when I realized that I just started… being a guy. And I was thinking about yesterday with everything that happened and… I just wanted to let you guys know.”
All the students had filed into the school now, just leaving their small group standing there. The silence was deafening, and Davis was mortified that maybe he had messed up. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, maybe Kari was wrong and this wasn’t a good idea…
Could they all hurry up and say something already!?
“It’s really brave of you to tell us, Davis,” Cody spoke up finally, “Kari is right, you can tell us anything, and we’ll always be here for you. If anyone gives you trouble, I’ll deal with them for you.”
Cody spoke with such conviction, and Davis couldn’t help but feel warm at how forthright the youngest member of the group was. Davis wasn’t entirely sure how Cody felt about him most times, but a gentle flush crept onto his face at how… nice it felt that he was so kind.
“Hey, wait, I don’t need you to deal with anyone! I can do it myself!” Davis shot back, clenching his hands into fists as he stamped a foot down. Kari couldn’t help but giggle.
“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us, Davis,” TK said as he strode forward, placing a hand on Davis’s shoulder that didn’t have a Digimon on it. “You’ll always be one of the guys, and you’ll always be our friend,” he added, flashing him a smile.
“Th-Thanks, dude,” Davis said with a shaking voice. Ok, so maybe TK was annoying, and knew Kari way too well, and showed him up with how much he knew about Digimon, but maybe he wasn’t that bad.
Yolei awkwardly shuffled forward, hands clasped behind her back, gaze focused on the ground, unable to meet his eyes. She kicked at the ground, taking a moment of silence before she cleared her throat.
“I’m really happy for you. A-And what they said. And, like, if I ever said anything that like, was rude about it, then I’m really sorry,” she said. Davis raised an eyebrow in confusion at her, then shook his head.
“What? No, you haven’t! Don’t worry,” he said, folding his arms after and shooting her a grin, “I could handle anything you would throw my way, anyways.”
Yolei offered him a weak, lopsided smile, “Well, still, I want you to know that I wouldn’t ever want to like, you know, not respect that.” She paused, “I’ll still give you crap, but not about that. Promise.”
“Thanks.”
“I, uh, need to head to class now,” Yolei said, immediately turning on her heel and sprint off to the school building, “I’ll see you guys later!”
TK gave Davis another pat on the shoulder before he ran off, too, Cody following him at a more relaxed pace. Davis started to walk foward, letting out a content sigh as he met up with Kari.
“I told you there would be nothing to worry about,” she said.
“Hahaha, I knew it would! Totally!” he said, putting his hands behind his head as they made their way along.
“I’m proud of you, too.”
The smile left his heart pounding in his chest, and he gave her a beaming smile, forcing out a laugh. “Th-Thanks, Kari. You know, it always means a lot how much you’ve supported me and stuff So thanks for that, too.”
DemiVeemon poked Davis in the ear, “Hey, I’m proud of you, too!” the small Digimon said.
Davis laughed, “Thanks buddy, that means a lot.”
“I didn’t realize humans could Digivolve, too! We can both Digivolve!” DemiVeemon cheered. Davis couldn’t help but laugh.
“I guess I can, huh? You hear that, Kari? I can Digivolve, too!” he said, laughing louder than before.
Turning into something better and stronger and more… him?
Yeah, he liked the sound of that.
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The one where he wants a baby girl (JJK)
The bed looked inviting as Jungkook approached it, his wife already snoozing peacefully on her side of it. He wordlessly lifts the sheet and sinks into the lush cushioning of the mattress, practically melting into it. It had been a very long and exhausting day for him.
Joy hadn't acknowledged him when she felt the weight sink, but he could tell that she wasn't sleeping after all. He moves himself closer to her, draping his heavy arm over her waist and pulling her closer to his body by the hips.
Joy squirmed, sleepily muttering, "How come you're so clingy today, Koo?"
He chuckles as she pretends to be indifferent to his affection. She huffed a sigh as she moved her arm, giving in to his need for cuddles. He sinks his head onto her shoulder. "Sannie's sleeping?" She muttered, eyes still closed, voice weighed with exhaustion.
Jungkook hummed in agreement, looking down at her pretty face. Joy felt his body press into hers more, she stirs and lifts her head curiously at him, raising her brows in suspicion.
"What?" She asked knowingly, sensing something on his mind.
He shakes his head dismissively, "It's dumb."
"No it's not," she replied softly, cracking her lids open a bit more. She turns in his hold, looking up at his face. "Tell me. Is something bothering you?"
Jungkook stares down at her face, she looked really sleepy, they had both started the day working and he had gotten off early to get back home and help out with their toddler Jeongsan. Joy, though, who's been working from home, hasn't managed to get as much of a break, so Jungkook had taken iniative with their son when he returned home. And it was a good thing that he did, because Joy and her team had a very important project to finish up on by the end of the day. She would have never completed it with her hands full.
He likes being home with his family more, and especially looking after their toddler. Jungkook had been chasing after Sannie all afternoon, the little munchkin found it amusing whenever his father whined after him. Jungkook grinned at the thought.
"I've just been thinking a lot, jagiya..." He admitted fondly, Joy adjusts her head to see his face better, noticing how he trailed off.
"About what?" She wondered, her minty breath fanning his face.
Jungkook shifts, a bit anxious to express his feelings. Even though Joy was always inviting to his thoughts and ideas - no matter how outlandish they proved to be at times. She would never shoot him down without at least hearing him out first. He was very happy to have married a naturally good listener.
He sighed, "It's just, I see my hyungs with their kids all the time and... except for Yoongi and Jimin hyung, they all have daughters..."
Joy waited, her gaze trailing over his ebony locks that were falling loose from the hairtie he'd managed to put it in. She reaches up and tucks a piece behind his ear, only for it to slip away again.
Jungkook continued, having expected more of a reaction from his wife, but she continued to let him explain his thoughts. "Their relationships with their daughters are just so cute... I kinda wish I had a baby girl to spoil, too..."
Joy's brows rise in surprise, "I thought you were fine with just one?"
"I still am, honey. I'm very happy with our family," he assured, tucking both his arms behind her back, ending up hovered above her slim figure that she'd worked so hard to get back. He sighs as he recalls all the work she’d put in."This has been on my mind for a while now, though. I want my own princess to spoil. I could help do her hair and buy her dresses..." he rambled, the biggest smile growing on his face at the thought of it.
Joy watched his eyes gleam, melting at the sight of that mindless smile making his face. She hadn't told Jungkook directly, but the thought of having another baby scared her. And for completely different reasons this time compared to her first pregnancy and the fears it harbored. She was now certain that in the long-term things would turn out just fine - which was her main concern last time. This time around, however, she was worried about how much it would physically take a toll on her. When she gave birth to Jeongsan there were some minor complications that have left her a little traumatized. She'd only told her sister and female friends because they could relate, and couldn't seem to find a good time to mention her trauma to Jungkook. Especially not now that he looks so happy at the thought of having a daughter.
She had been thinking about having another baby too, dreamt of it, even. It brought a smile to her face, however her worries always seemed to cloud those visions. Joy swallows her fear, feeling a tug at her chest when she gently whispered, "Okay."
His eyes widened in surprise at that, that familiar bunny-smile lighting up his otherwise sleepy features. He seemed more alert at her words. "You mean- You'd have my baby? Again?" He asked excitedly.
Joy reads the genuine excitement in his expression, that pang of fear still rattling inside her chest. Her head bobs, and she was quickly pulled up into his arms, he squeezed the life out of her. "Thank you, baby," he presses butterfly kisses to her cheeks, making his wife giggle and push him away at the ticklish sensation.
She turns back to face the wall, her back still pressed into his chest. He never released his warm embrace around her thin frame. His palms smooth down her trained waist and wide hips. Her ass was plumper, and he pressed himself into it. Pregnancy was a beautiful, precious thing to Jungkook for many, many reasons. But he especially realized how much the experience had made him appreciate his wife more in just about every aspect. He became attracted to her in a whole new way - the fullness of her breasts and hips, the radiating glow of her chocolate skin. He just loved the sight of her round bump when she was pregnant with Jeongsan. Not to mention how much it enhanced her overall good character, she had this mature, graceful aura about her that was very difficult to articulate in comparison to her normal self.
He sighs fondly, massaging the curve of her hip slowly. Joy heard him hum deeply, right behind her ear. She felt it reverberate through his chest. "She ought to have nice, rich brown skin. Just like yours...." He mumbled, eyes shut as he pictured an infant's face. The brightness of her eyes when she gives a toothless smile. The resemblance of her mother's face reflecting into hers. It made Jungkook's chest warm, like his heart had melted and turned to mush.
He nods, "Yeah," murmuring dreamily into his wife's neck. "I hope she looks just like you. My little gumdrop... Just as beautiful as her Mama."
Joy blinks at the sound of his words. She hadn't thought he'd be so fond of producing any kids with skin just as dark and velvety as hers. Of course he'd never suggested that he would ever be opposed to such a thing, he fathered their first child with so much enthusiasm, knowing wholeheartedly what he was getting into the moment he proposed to marry her. However, considering the egregious beauty standards deeply rooted in the culture and history of his native country - in which they still reside - she couldn't help her slight shock. Though she wasn't surprised, Jungkook - as well as his members - had become famous not only for their work and influence but their perspectives and familial appearance.
"She ought to look like you, too." Joy muttered, she loved that their son inherited so much of Jungkook's physical traits. His large, doe eyes, especially.
He shakes his head fondly, "Nah, she should have dark, rich curls like yours. A cute little button nose, lush plump lips... I would stare at her all day, jagiya. She'll be so beautiful, no matter how she looks."
Joy hums, "I was hoping that if we were to ever have a daughter that she'd look like another carbon copy of you. Your mother even said she always wondered how you'd look if you were a girl when she had you."
"Did she?" Jungkook sleepily chuckled. Joy bobs her head, unable to help but giggle at Eomma's enthusiasm. Before Sannie's gender reveal she had briefly hoped that he would be a girl, since she always wanted a daughter.
He shakes his head, Joy felt his crotch pressing more into her backside. His hand smooths over her flat tummy, which still harbored a few faint stretch marks that she was trying to get rid of. "I want her to look like you. With all your pretty features."
"I'll try my best." She murmured sarcastically, his chest bounced as he chuckled.
🌺: I've kind of been thinking about Jungkook with a daughter, though I originally only planned for him to have Jeonsan...
#bts ambw#btsff#interracial#btsfanfic#bts#bts fanfic#bts ff#bwam#alternate universe#ambw bwam#jjkfanfic#jjk ff#jjkff#jjk fanfic#jungkookfanfic#jeon jungkook fanfic#jungkook ff#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfic#bts one shot#bts short stories#bts scenarios#bts slice of life#bts x oc#bts ambw fanfic#bts au fanfic#bts au#jungkook ambw#jungkook x oc
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Lifeline || Johnny Depp x reader
Hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon
warning: none. Sad johnny and whiskey
summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him
a/n: this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:
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"Johnny? Babe where are you?"
You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.
Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.
He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.
He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.
"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.
"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.
The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.
Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.
But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.
"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."
The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.
You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."
Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.
He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."
You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.
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hello my love <3
i understand that you're most likely loaded with work already, but i was wondering if i could maybe put in an urgent request?..
if that's alright with you, could i please request a mikey x reader where reader suffers from really bad nightmares whenever they sleep, so they stop sleeping out of fear, as they don't wanna have a nightmare. speaking of, these nightmares usually include traumatic experiences from their childhood, as reader's parents were often drunk and or taking drugs. their parents were horribly abusive towards reader and they had to always protect their siblings from their parents, often taking all the punishment themselves.
i'm sorry if that's too triggering to write. if so, you can completely ignore this
have a great day/evening!
-senju <3
Mikey with Reader Who Has Nightmares
Pairing: Mikey (Manjiro Sano) x Gn!Reader
Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insomnia, abusive parents, drunk parents, drug addict parents, bad childhood
Genre: Comfort, Fluff
Post-Type: Oneshot
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: In which you suffer from nightmares, depicting scenes from your traumatic childhood and you decide to not sleep anymore. Mikey picks you up from school one day and you fall asleep on his bike, nearly falling off, but thankfully he catches you in time and pulls over so you can talk. He comes up with an idea to try and help you sleep without nightmares.
[A/N: Hey lovely! Thank you again for being so patient with this request. I've been in a writers slump lately, but I managed to finish this for you <3. This wasn't triggering at all, so don't worry :). I hope you enjoy it! I made it so that Mikey and Reader are in a relationship, but they're both still in school so they don't live together. Idk if reader still lives with their parents or not, so just imagine them living with whoever you want. Uhhhh and yeah obviously readers nightmares aren't cured from that one night together, but it opened a door of hope that one day you won't have to suffer through nightmares anymore...if that makes sense. ANYWAY, I hope I did okay! Enjoy <3]
It had been a long day of school, but thankfully the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. It was another long night of no sleep thanks to your fear of having another nightmare, so you’ve been trying your best to stay awake the past two nights, only dozing off for a few minutes before shooting awake from another nightmare.
You drag yourself through the school halls, exhausted from your lack of sleep and flop onto a bench outside as you wait for your boyfriend, Mikey. He usually took you home on his motorcycle after school everyday to ensure that you got home safe.
You shake yourself off and rub your face, trying to look a little more awake so that you wouldn’t worry Mikey when he arrived.
In a matter of seconds, you see Mikey pull up next to you on his bike as you sit up straight and plaster a smile on your face.
“Hey angel, hop on,” he says, throwing you the helmet he kept whenever you rode with him, even though he himself never wore one.
You throw the helmet on your head and hop on his bike behind him, wrapping your arms firmly around his waist as he takes off. Your ride with Mikey was usually silent as the noise from his motor was too loud to talk over anyway. You lean your head on his broad back, feeling safe and relaxed as his body heat radiates through you. You don’t even realize your eyes begin to close on their own. Mikey feels your grip around his waist loosen as you slip a bit, he frantically shoots his hand out to grab you, which jolts you awake as he slows down and pulls over.
“Did you just fall asleep?” He asks bewildered while gripping his chest from the mini heart attack you just gave him, trying to calm his breathing.
“...No…”
“Y/N…why didn’t you tell me you were tired? I would have let you ride in front of me so you wouldn’t fall off,” Mikey sighs as the both of you hop off his bike and take a seat on the curb together, “Rough night again?”
“Mmm, yeah, but now I’m too scared to sleep. I don’t want to relive my past through those nightmares every time I close my eyes to try and get some rest. I hate seeing the same scene over and over again; my druggie parents yelling at my siblings and me running into the room to take the beating in their stead. It was horrible enough living through it, I don’t want to have to relive it each night. I’d rather just stay awake.”
Mikey furrows his brows in concern at your words. He knew about your rough childhood and your frequent nightmares, but your resolve to stay awake was news to him.
“There has to be some better option than trying to stay awake forever. That’s really unhealthy and you literally almost fell off my bike while we were riding. I don’t want you to get hurt,” he explains as he tries to think of another solution for your nightmare problem.
Knowing about your childhood, how your parents were drunkies with drug addictions, the abuse they inflicted on your siblings, and how you’d try to protect them and take all the punishment yourself; he was always amazed by your strength. It was one of the things that made him fall for you even more. He wanted to be able to make you happy and protect you from the past, and that included those nightmares that wouldn’t let you sleep in peace.
He’s lost in thought for a while, going over a few different ideas in his head before speaking again, “How about I sneak over to your place and spend the night? You can sleep in my arms and I’ll hold you tight in hopes that it helps keep your nightmares away. If it does, then I’ll do it everyday until we get older. I already have plans to be with you for the rest of my life, so when we get married, I’ll continue to guard you from your nightmares so you can rest peacefully without your past coming to haunt you each night,” he proposes with a bright smile.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that every night, Mikey. That would be asking for too much,” you shyly say at his bold words of him wanting to be there for you even in the future make your heart flutter.
“It’s no big deal as long as it helps you. Plus I get to sleep with you in my arms every night, that sounds perfect to me.”
Knowing he’d never let it go, you decide to agree with his proposal and try having him sleep with you once everyone in your household is asleep.
Satisfied with your answer, Mikey gets back to his feet and offers you a hand up as he gets back onto his bike. He leads you to sit in front of him, his arms encased around you in case you fall asleep again and he drives a little slower even if it does take you longer to get to your house.
He drops you off at home and returns later that night through your window when your house is dead-silent. You’re already tucked away in bed, your eyelids feeling heavy, but you force them to stay open as Mikey scoots in bed beside you.
“What if someone sees us in the morning?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll sneak back out later without being seen,” he smiles softy at you, caressing your face.
Mikey cuddles into your side, holding you firmly against him.
“Now,” he begins in a whisper, leaving a kiss to your cheek, “Just close your eyes and don’t be scared. You’re going to sleep peacefully tonight without any horrible nightmares, okay? You’re okay, you’re safe here in my arms.”
You listen to his instructions and close your eyes, allowing his soft whispers to fill your ears. You inhale deeply, his comforting scent makes you relax in his arms. Already exhausted from not being able to sleep properly, you end up drifting off fairly quickly. Mikey notices the change in your breathing and shuts the lights off before closing his own eyes. He figured he’d stick around for a bit longer in case you needed him.
Later, early in the morning, he shoves his jacket off, allowing you to hug it as he slips from your grasp and sneaks back out the window.
You had slept peacefully that whole night and woke up to the sound of your alarm, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day, relieved that you didn’t have a nightmare that night. You squeeze the jacket in your arms that Mikey had left behind for you, some of his scent still lingering on the fabric, which made it seem like he was still there with you in bed. You realize then that that's probably why you stayed asleep and dreamt lovely dreams instead of the horrible scenes that typically haunted you each night.
Arriving at school that day you return Mikey’s jacket to him and thank him, saying his idea worked, but instead of having him sleepover every night, you decide to try different techniques, like maybe calling each other and seeing if having him talk to you or just listening to his breathing could help you sleep without nightmares.
Mikey was willing to try everything until you no longer feared falling asleep and until those nightmares stopped occurring. He would continue to be there for you until you could sleep peacefully without him by your side, but you already know he’ll make excuses to stay the night again even if you don’t necessarily need him there anymore.
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Posted: 3/12/2022
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fallin' all in you
bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Bucky takes care of you after a hella day.
word count: 1.216.
warnings/tags: none. bucky being the best man on earth.
author notes: as i said so, i didn't plan to post anything today but this is a product of my mix of feelings because of my period and the first time (of many) watching monday. i'm drunk too and i haven't re-edited it, so enjoy my little fluffy shit. i love you all. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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It had been a hell of a day in the hospital, running from one side to another and attending a difficult surgery. As soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind your back, you took off your shoes and left them thrown along the hallway, leaving a path of clothes to the kitchen too. Conscious that Bucky would complain about the little mess you had done, you really didn't care about it. He knew you'd have a stressful and long shift. Grabbing a bottle of wine from your personal reserve, you opened it up before continuing your way to the bathroom.
The first sip came while waiting for the tub to be filled with warm, warm water, using one of those bath bombs your sister gave you with a floral smell and rose petal inside it. For a second, your mind blanked, keeping your eyes on the dense bubbles eroding in the middle of the crystal water until turning it completely white. Once it was ready, you didn't lose time on sinking your body to your neck, resting your back against the huge tub, closing your eyes while taking another gulp from the bottle.
The house was silent like a cemetery, just what you needed. Peace, calm, no noise. A minute to relax, feeling the pleasant temperature slackening the contracted muscles in your legs and arms. You rested your drink on the floor, next to the bathmat, to dip your hands and place them on your relaxed thighs.
You weren't sure if you were just too submerged in the nothingness of your mind for too long, after making your brain overwork during the day, or if you really fell asleep in the tub when you heard the front door being closed —but the fact was that the water was a little cold. Tilting your head to the hallway, you just waited with pouty lips and puppy eyes for Bucky to show up. And he did. He did show up with the same gesture on your face, causing in you an exhausted half-smile as he rested his shoulder against the wooden frame, crossed arms.
“Y'know? When I've come and seen all your clothes spread on the floor, I thought you were cheating on me”.
“Yeah, could be an option…”
“But then I thought… what a drag, right…? Fight, packing, move”. Bucky kissed his teeth while squeezing his bottom lip funnily.
“Uh—huh, don't have the energy to breathe, imagine having to bear with you… such a pain in the ass”. You joked, sitting up a little enough to rest your arms on the edge of the tub and your right cheek on them.
“Long day?”
He didn't need to ask and you didn't need to reply using words, the tiredness taking control over your face and body spoke by itself. Bucky removed his jacket to hang it on the doorknob and rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt to kneel close to you. Beckoning his left forefinger to urge you to turn around inside the bathtub, you gave him your back, curling up your knees to your chest not knowing what he was going to do. But watching his flesh hand borrowing your shampoo, gave you a clue. His iron digits offered you the bottle of wine before taking care of his new mission.
Kissing the back of your head, Bucky focused on rub hand against hand to place them on your hair. His fingertips massaged slowly your scalp, starting by the roots and making some gentle pressure on your temples. It was like a dream, everything you needed at that moment —and everything you deserved. Your boyfriend was such a loving man whenever you needed him to, without asking him to pamper you, Bucky knew exactly at any second what to do to make you feel good, to feel better after a long, tedious day in the hospital.
He washed your hair without any rush, enjoying the intimacy between both inside the bathroom. And you could swear that you were about to fall asleep when he took the wine from you to take a sip and leave it close to the sink, on the floor. Grabbing the showerhead, as he took off the stopper, Bucky checked that the water had a proper temperature on his forearm. Not too hot, not too cold. Rinsing your hair with all the care and tenderness in the world, he helped you to finish your relaxation routine.
“You're a blessing”.
Your boyfriend chuckled because of the delighted purr you let out on his neck, whilst wrapping you in a cozy towel, carrying you onto his arms to your shared bed. Bucky left a kiss on your forehead, disappearing afterward to find one of his shirts to put you on.
“D'your hands hurt?” He asked then, staring at you drying your skin before wearing the piece of clothing he was offering you.
“They're good for now”.
“You sure?” You just nodded as he held them onto his palms to bring them to his lips and kiss them both. “What else can I do for you, darling?”
“Cuddle me?”
You couldn't help but pout again at him. Bucky leaned forward, pressing his lips on yours so loving that the gesture almost dizzy you. Licking his bottom one, almost brushing yours, he nodded one time.
“Lemme take my clothes off”.
You did, tucking in your side of the bed and waiting for him not more than a minute. Your boyfriend locked the front door and turned the lights off before meeting you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as his strong, toned arms wrapped around you, sticking his bare chest to your back. Bucky intertwined your legs and fingers together, spreading a bunch of tender kisses on the back of your neck.
“What I'd do without you?” You whispered holding back a yawn, feeling warmer by his body and caresses under the clean sheets.
“Wash your hair by yourself”. He chuckled, causing you to turn under his firm grip with a smirk showing up on your mouth.
“And also find my own clothes after the shower”.
“That's obvious”. Your boyfriend replied with a feigned deep tone of voice, stroking your cheek gently using his thumb. “Want to talk 'bout it?”
“About finding my own clothes?”
“Nah, 'bout washing your hair by yourself”.
You both laughed lively, still feeling like you were about to pass out at any moment, shaking your head. You couldn't help but sink your face into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his strong scent under his jawline.
“Sleep now, doll… I take care of you”. Bucky murmured tightly embracing you.
His fingertips roaming your back —as if it was the first time he touched you, with so much delicacy and adoration— caused you to fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Bucky wasn't tired, actually, but watching you sleep peacefully under his caresses and soft kisses was his favorite thing in the world. He used to fall in love with you once and again every single day, but the trust you used to put on him every night when the noise and all the chaos were shut off (...), that made him feel sure that there wasn't a life for him without you.
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watch me burn - pierre gasly
illicit affairs, part seven
summary: “oh baby, I've been thinking about it, you know that I've been dreaming about it” watch me burn / michele morrone
a/n: hi:) still a few more parts to go but i went a few chapters without smut and this was needed so enjoy:) also if u listen to the title song while u read its a whole new experience lmfao
warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex
2 months ago, to the day
Your eyes met his piercing blue eyes in the garage once again. It had been a month since you slept with Pierre and you haven’t stopped thinking about it. The way he stared at you as he fucked you was the exact same way he was glaring at you across the paddock. Needy and desperate.
You shook yourself back into focus and listened as Max’s strategist reiterated today’s race strategy but you couldn’t help daydreaming about what that man could do in bed.
You drowned out the conversation about tyres and looked over to Alpha Tauri at the perfect time. Pierre had his bottom lip between his teeth while he examined his car. He ran his hand slowly over the chassis seductively like he knew you were watching. His fingers grazed the metal in painstakingly slow circles. After he removed his hand from the car was when he caught your eyes. He gave you a smirk, not even a smile, and turned away. It was good to know that you weren’t the only one thinking about what happened.
The race started and you were in the garage, cheering on Max. He had started second on the grid but due to a first lap incident, he was fifth. He was not going to be happy after the race. He can tolerate if he fucks up but having other people interfere with his race is something he takes particularly hard.
Pierre’s car came up behind Max’s around a corner and got too close for comfort. Max jerked his steering wheel too much as he tried to turn, sending Pierre’s car straight into the barriers.
You stood up out of your seat and gasped. Everyone in the garage was relieved to see Max still racing and no one seemed to be concerned about Pierre. You took off your Red Bull Racing branded headphones and slammed them on the table before rushing over to the Alpha Tauri garage.
Anna was seated in her chair, looking worried, but not enough for you. She should be close to tears like you were.
“Have you heard anything from him?” You asked and Anna looked up, almost annoyed.
“He’s conscious,” his race engineer said, “but hurting.” You heard the groan come through followed by a bunch of curse words. He apologized profusely for his move but it was all Max’s fault.
You watched on Alpha Tauri’s monitors as the race was red flagged and decided to head back to Red Bull’s garage. “Let me know when you hear something,” you said to Anna. She nodded and looked back down to her phone. Fucking bitch. Her attitude made you not even feel bad about sleeping with her husband. She didn’t deserve him.
Max walked back to the garage looking like a life size bobble head with his heavy helmet swinging around. “Is Pierre okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“He’s conscious. He took a nasty hit.”
“I know, I feel bad. I didn’t mean to, the steering wheel just got away from me. I saw him crash in my rear view mirror.”
You were visibly shaken and Max always knew the right things to say when you weren’t feeling okay.
“He’s gonna be okay,” Max said, rubbing your back.
You nodded in agreement. “I know he will. I’m going to check on him at the medical center once the race starts again.”
Max smiled at you. “That would be good. Make sure you tell him I’m sorry.”
An engineer put his hand on Max’s shoulder and shoved a spreadsheet full of data in his face. He shrugged his shoulders and walked with the engineer to the monitors.
It wasn’t long before the race got underway again. Max made it up to third, podium position, but there were still at least 30 laps left. You started the trek through the paddock and over to the medical center. You were just a bit too late as you saw Pierre walking out down the ramp. He smiled when he saw you approach him.
“How ya feeling champ?” You asked him.
“I’m a bit sore thanks to your husband.”
Your face fell. “He sends his apologies. I promise he was actually remorseful.”
“Max? Remorseful? What did you do to him?”
You laughed. Max did have a temper and tended to be extra competitive but he had formed a special bond with Pierre these last few years. They weren’t friends by any means but they helped each other out whenever possible. This was one of the times that it wasn’t possible.
“He does genuinely feel bad, Pierre.”
“I know he does, it was a racing incident. I saw the footage.” He limped slightly through the paddock and winced when he put pressure on his left leg. “I think I should go lay down for a bit.” He took another step and lost his balance. You grabbed his arm and held him, making sure he stayed steady.
“This is it right here,” he pointed to his motor home.
“Do you want me to help you up there? I don’t want you to fall.” You said with a soft smile on your face. How could he resist your offer of help?
“Sure,” he limped over to the door and you aided him up a few stairs. “Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the race? Last I checked, Max was doing really well.”
He sat down on the luxe white leather couch in exhaustion and you sat at the table across from him. “He wanted to make sure you’re okay. He’ll be fine.” You looked around the motorhome, observing your surroundings to seem busy. “So Anna’s nice…” you said, followed by a laugh. You had known Anna for a few months now. Their wedding was right before the season started and you really hadn’t known her much before then either. She tended to keep to herself and you wanted to respect that.
“She can be a bit…”
“Yeah, I know. I went to check on you after the crash and she looked like she wanted me dead.”
“In her defense, she caught me checking out your ass this morning. She was not very happy with me after that.”
You leaned forward to give him a light smack. “Pierre!” You shook your head in disappointment. “What did she think of the way you were practically fingering your car this morning?”
He played fake shy. “Oh, you saw that?”
“You make my heart beat crazy fast.” You admitted, putting your hand to your chest. “That didn’t help.”
“Well, as long as you enjoyed yourself.”
Enjoy yourself you did. He was in his same fireproofs from earlier and you were sure he didn’t know how turned on they made you. They were pulled down to his waist, the sleeves hanging low off his hips. His white undershirt was tight to his body, putting his abs on full display. His legs were spread wide, inviting you in. Was it hot in there? Was the air conditioning on?
He ran his hands over his abdomen and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. He groaned, sounding like he was in pain, frustrated, and horny at the same time.
Why did he have to be so unbelievably irresistible to you? When you were around him it was almost impossible to contain yourself. There was a magnetic force dragging you to him constantly. You moved yourself to sit next to him, earning his attention and popping his head up.
“You look really hot right now,” you giggled to yourself. He made you feel like a teenager experiencing her first love. The nerves were through the roof.
“Well, I feel hot.” He looked around the walls of the motorhome. “Where the hell is the air conditioning and who turned it off?”
You let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god it’s not just me.” He looked over at you examined your face. He placed his hand on your red cheeks. “You’re flushed.”
When he touched you, a chill ran through your body. Your body felt on fire and he had the power to send a freezing cold chill through it all.
“My cheeks get really red when I get nervous.” You blushed even more having to admit that. It was your least favorite characteristic of yourself. Everyone always knew flat out when you were nervous.
“I can’t tell if it makes you look cute, like I want to hug you, or if I want to fuck you.” His hand still rested on your cheek as he looked back and forth between your eyes and lips. “You look so god damn innocent. Like I could totally ruin you with just a few minutes alone.” His thumb ran over your lower lip and you instinctively stuck your tongue out to meet his thumb. He took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth and you suctioned around it, keeping eye contact with him. “Y/n,” he breathlessly begged, “please.”
His lips crashed to yours, feeling warm and secure the moment they touched. His hands held your neck and you moaned into his mouth, forgetting what it felt like to be touched by him.
He hoisted you onto his lap, wincing a bit when you grazed his knee. His hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist as he pulled you closer to him, grinding your hips. “Don’t do this to me,” he said into your neck.
“Why not?” You said cheekily.
“We don’t have much time.” You almost forgot that there was a race going on right now.
“I can be quick.” You hopped off of him and locked the motorhome door as he undressed out of his fireproofs. He looked so good in his white suit but he looked even better naked. You slipped off your underwear and hoisted your sundress up to your waist before going back to his lap.
He guided your body on top of his, settling you down as you took all of him in, deep. “Shit. A condom.” You said, after the bare feeling of him inside of you set in. God did it feel good but it wasn’t right.
“I don’t think I have any in here.” He said. “I promise I’ll pull out. I need you so bad.” He lightly bit your nipple through your sundress.
“I will kill you if you’re lying to me.” You started to move your hips and moaned at the sensation. He felt so good filling you up all the way.
He took your ass in his hands and started to bounce you up and down on his cock. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He said, admiring your movements. “Fuck me like a good girl.”
Your head fell forward, the feeling running through your body getting almost unbearable to handle.
“Jesus, Pierre, you feel so good.” You pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and arched your back, feeling like all eyes were on you in the best way possible.
He watched you in awe as you rode his cock without a care in the world. “Your pussy is so tight baby. So tight for me.” A breathy moan escaped his lips and his face looked like he was in pure bliss. There’s nowhere else he would rather be.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come.” He said, panicking. You rushed to get off of him as you saw the liquid pool on his abs.
“Did you…?”
“I don’t think I got any inside of you.”
You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. God, you hoped not.
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Massage
The turtle's s/o is exhausted, they help make things better with a massage.
(she/her pronouns used)
Leonardo
She's already asleep in his bed when he comes home from patrol. Usually she waits for him on the couch, even when she was tired, but Splinter had specifically told him she was already asleep, warned him to do his best not to wake her up.
She must be exhausted.
He tiptoes in as quietly as he could after his shower, spots her lying flat on his bed: not tucked in, just lying atop his blankets on her stomach. She had been too tired to lift the sheets.
He can see how tense she is, can see the way how even in her sleep her shoulders still rise to her ears, how her finger twitches with an anxious need to keep moving. Her face scrunched up slightly, adorable, but he would rather it be relaxed and soft.
He's careful and slow moving her onto the bed properly, still not setting her under the covers just yet. He's even more careful when he straddles her legs, keeps his weight off them almost entirely. His hands start at her lower back, kneading into her very softly.
She jolts and eyes snap open, "What are you doing?"
"I uh, I was giving you a massage, you look tense, even in your sleep."
"Oh," She relaxes, "You're an angel, just scared me a little." Her head hits the pillow again, already drifting off.
He tries once more, hands softly pressing into her lower back. She lets out a breath of air, sinking further into the mattress. He continues, travelling further up her spine. Usually he hates the sound of bones cracking (all of his brothers teased him constantly about it), but tonight he was quite happy to hear little pops coming from her spine. He especially didn't mind when she gave a little moan afterwards.
His hands travel further up towards her shoulders, kneading and rolling his wrists into the dozens of knots in her back. Her shoulders were so tense that she whined whenever he was too rough. He had to be gentle, working them out slowly.
By the time he was finished, she was sleepily trying to reach his hand with her eyes closed.
"Cuddle me," She mumbled as she found his hand, "Pretty please? I've got tomorrow off."
"Of course," He replied, moving to help her under the sheets, "That was the plan anyway."
He pulled her tight against his chest, hearing her bones crack once more as she melted like putty in his hands. He kissed her forehead.
"Thank god you've got tomorrow off, I'll let you sleep in as long as you want." He sighed, relaxing himself, "I'll make sure the lair is quiet."
She didn't hear a word of what he said, she was already fast asleep.
Raphael
Raphael was the king of tension. He wasn't like Michelangelo where little bothered him, or like Donatello who had those random self care days, or even like Leonardo who learned to de-stress through meditation. Oh no, Raphael carried tension like a mother with a clingy child: pulling on his shoulders, weighing him down and making him irritated.
It came with the whole anger thing.
So there have been countless times where she has used her knuckles to work the knots out of his shoulders. It was no easy task, especially when she had to use most of her body weight to actually get through each and every knot.
But she'd do it a hundred times more if he needed her to, and Raphael knew that, knew it all to well.
So when he sees her already grumbling to herself at the latest email that just came through to her laptop, when he see her shoulders rising to her ears in frustration and hands balling into fists, he knew he had to do the same thing for her as she had done countless times for him.
She jumps when he first puts his hands on her shoulders, but recognises the warm touch shortly after.
"What are you doing?" She asked, one hand reaching up to rest on top of his, she kept her attention glued to her screen, "I have a lot of work to do, Raphie."
"I know," He said, beginning to knead into her shoulders, "Just a massage, you look stressed."
"Oh with that lovely email, I am more than stressed."
She's always had a sharp tongue, never directed it to him (never intentionally) but he knows her patience is wearing thin and work certainly wasn't helping. He thought about taking his hands away entirely, not wanting to pester her; but she ran her thumb across his hand, typed with only one set of fingers, and Raphael remembered how often she did this for him when his patience was thinner than a piece of paper.
He pressed his hands into her shoulders again, watched as her head leaned back and body moved with his hands. He knew the feeling, when the knots were so tight they just hurt. He continued to work his hands into her shoulders, and slowly it seemed to stop hurting and the tension started to melt away. She closed her eyes, pushed her laptop away from her and just let herself be for a moment.
"Those big ol' hands of yours," She said, voice more like a breath, "So gentle with me."
"Not like you, using your damn elbows to get the knots out."
"But does it work?" She laughed.
He chuckled, "Of course it works, you're the best at this."
"Oh I dunno, you might give me a run for my money, this feels like heaven right now." Her head rolled to the side, turning slightly to kiss his hand, "Take me to bed Raphie, please."
With one final squeeze he let go, moving his arms to wrap around her waist and carry her to bed. Work wasn't important, this was.
Donatello
The lair was far too noisy, Donatello's lab was far too bright. Everything was just too much, all at once. Even as she sat on his desk, the reflection of his computer in his glasses from behind her was glaring into her eyes. He sat between her legs, arms around her waist and rambling about — god, she didn't even know at this point. She'd spaced out long ago, too overwhelmed to even try and catch up.
He moved his head at he spoke, Donatello was always an expressive fellow, and the light bounced off his glasses right into her eyes. She squinted, scrunched her entire face up and groaned.
"You have a migraine," He said plainly, "I have some painkillers in my drawer—"
"I took some earlier, they just haven't kicked in yet." She frowned.
She looked in pain, Donatello hated to see her like this, hated when there wasn't anything he could do.
He reached up and cupped her face, "Have you had enough water today?"
"Yeah," She mumbled, "Been using that new water bottle I got."
"When did you last eat?"
"Went out for dinner with some coworkers."
Donnie hummed, not knowing what else could cause her such a migraine. They usually had a reason behind them, she didn't usually just get them randomly. He wondered if she'd be on her phone too much, not to sound like Splinter, but she's been talking to him for the past hour or so, her eyes should have rested by now.
She pushed her cheek into his hand, letting his hand squish the chub on her face. Donatello squeezed gently, rubbing her cheeks in a circular motion.
"What are you doing?" She asked, voice muffled by his hands.
"Massaging your face," He replied, moving to knead her cheekbones with his thumbs, "Maybe it's tension that's brought this on."
"Maybe..."
He moved his thumbs over the bridge of her nose and followed the shape of her eyebrows, he repeated the action a few times before gently rubbing her temples.
"You're really good at this..." She murmured, eyes closed and jaw slack. Her face was no long scrunched up, but instead so completely relaxed she looked as though she was already asleep. Donatello persisted, using his thumbs to move the tension away from her face. His hands moved to her hair, grasping tightly and then releasing, he tickled his fingers through her locks: slowly so as not to pull on any tangles.
By the time he'd moved back to her jaw, he was pretty sure she'd fallen asleep where she sat. He smiled softly at her, kissed her forehead, and carried her off to bed.
He needed an early night as well.
Michelangelo
She had been on her feet all day, running errands for a coworker who had recently hurt their leg. Said coworker was fine, and would be perfectly capable of putting of such errands until their leg was better (really, Mikey huffed, using his girlfriend like a servant). But she could never just say no, and even after she'd ran around the city collecting bits and bops, dropping off items and buying groceries, her coworker hadn't even offered her so much as a sit down before he not-so-subtly led her out of his apartment.
So she came stumbling to the lair, exhausted and drained beyond compare and ready to collapse but still so eager to see her darling Mikey. He was in the shower when she arrived, she knew because Raphael told her, and because she could hear his singing before she'd even arrived.
She dragged herself to his bed, kicking her shoes off and not even caring where she left them. She collapsed to her knees before she could crawl under the blankets, lying surprisingly comfortably on the floor.
"Hey, hey angel! What are you doing down here?" Mikey's cheerful voice woke her up, along with a little shake of her shoulder. "We snoozing on the floor now?"
"So tired..." She mumbled, eyes fluttering closed, "Carry me to bed."
"No problem, the whole five feet distance it is." Mikey chuckled. He picked her up, sliding her onto his bed, careful not to bump her head on Raphael's top bunk. "All those errands huh? Guy owes you a thanks at least."
"Jackass kicked me out before I could even sit down at his place," She glared at the mattress above her, "So rude."
"Uh, totes rude? My girl did all that for him and he doesn't even let you sit down? Jackass is a very nice way to describe him." Mikey smiled at her, "Your poor little feet must be sore after all that running around."
"I think my ankles are swollen."
"Just a little." He teased, moving to sit between her legs. He took one of her legs and squeezed firmly along her calves. His hands slid down to her ankles and he frowned: they were slightly swollen, he had only been joking but turns out he was right. He rolled her ankle for her, moved her foot so that it pointed and then helped stretch her heel. He squeezed her calf one more time before moving on to her other leg.
"You're so sweet," She babbled, "Thank you for taking care of me."
"No problem babe, somebody has to," He laughed, "And it's not hard work."
She smiled at him, eyes struggling to stay open. He smiled back at her, not that she could see him, and softly told her to go to sleep; he'd take care of her.
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