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dragonmuse · 6 months

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Keep It In The Box : An Essay on OFMD Season 2 and the Failure to Heal

(here in is my season two reaction. It contains many many spoilers. It's also about 3k words long so you know what you're getting into.)

“See, I have a system for dealing with all the terrible things I've seen. There's a box in my mind, and I put the things in the box..” -Frenchie, Season 2 of Our Flag Means Death

…..and then he never opens it. Chekov’s locked box has no key in season two.

On first watch, it seemed clear to me that Frenchie’s declaration was a narrative plant. Clearly the whole season would be about that box of pain and trauma being opened, sorted through and at least the beginning of healing. The show had developed a reputation after season one of being kind and focused on queer narratives of healing from childhood. Ed and Stede’s parallels in their childhood traumas were frequently on display through season one and were repeated in flashback throughout season two. Jim’s season one arc about becoming someone who doesn’t think just of revenge and can now forge meaningful connections was profound, beautiful and often funny. Izzy is an antagonist because he doesn’t want Ed to move on or stop acting like the trauma-response version of himself. The antagonist wants to stop healing. The point is to grow, to change, to learn how to love. It’s one of the things that made season one work for me at the time, despite reservations about pacing and tone.

So naturally season two should follow suit. It’s a kind show! About healing and falling in love!

For the first several episodes, the remaining crew on the Revenge go through a gauntlet of trauma, forced to do and receive violence at Ed’s whims as he careens from self-destructive behavior to self-destructive behavior. This is the wounding setup. It was dark, but it seemed like it would have a payoff and at first it did.

Perhaps one of the most beautiful moments of the season comes in one of the small respites in those early episodes as Jim recounts Pinnochio to Fang to soothe him through his grief. That was the show that I expected. The kindness of that moment struck me very deeply. It gave me some understanding of Archie too, who seems to fall for Jim right at that moment.

That scene is the show season one promised. Season two led with packing Frenchie’s box full to bursting. Here is the fight to the death between lovers, there is a first mate who is mutilated and rotting in the very walls (the rot of the Revenge itself), and there is the storm of Ed’s rage and pain that threatens to consume all of them.

So surely these remaining episodes would concentrate on finding the humor in healing from those moments. That is the setup. Frenchie has a box. The box must eventually open.

Except time and again, all the characters who suffered are told that the only way to deal with what they’ve been through is to stick it in the box and never open it again.

Pete tells Lucius that he’s unable to move on and needs to let it go. Izzy has a story about a shark. Ed’s apology to the crew which doesn’t even contain the words ‘I’m sorry’ is just…accepted. I kept waiting and waiting for a meaningful apology to the people Ed had hurt the worst with his actions, but it seems all we get is Fang saying ‘eh, no problem, I got to hit you back so I feel better’.

The playful theme of ‘pirates are just violent sometimes’ from season one becomes a grinding horror machine in season two when every atrocity visited on someone is forgiven because the narrative needs it to be. Ed and Stede spend more time making amends with each other over the bloodless night on the beach than either of them spend trying to repent for their actions towards anyone else.

And let’s talk about Ed. Arguably this season pivots on his narrative, on his path to healing and growth. A path that starts at a very low point. His moment in the gravy basket, deciding he wants to live because there are still things to live for is so great! So one might assume that what would follow would be him pursuing those things, making amends, making connections. He and Stede have a wonderful moment, talking about being whim prone and how they’ll work to avoid that, build a relationship by going slower.

Yet, at no point do either of them stop following whims. They never heal or learn from what’s happened to them. They both keep running from thing to thing, particularly Ed. It’s a whim to sleep with Stede, it’s a whim to run off to fish, and the finale gives us just more of their whims. Ed drops fishing as fast as he picked it up. He finds those leathers in the ocean, murdering the symbolism of leaving them behind. Even the inn is a whim, one of those things Ed decided he’d be good at without evidence. And Stede joins him in that without a single on screen conversation about it ahead of the moment.

Ed needs to heal himself and to do that he needs to confront what he’s done and do the work to heal the wound. Instead, he doesn’t meaningfully apologize to anyone, besides Stede and Fang. Despite Izzy’s dying words (we’ll get to that), not only do we never see the crew caring about Ed, working to make him family in the same way they do with Fang and even Izzy, he also doesn’t choose to stay with them. So what is the point? Where is the healing? Or does even Ed, beloved main character, have to live with it all stuffed in a box?

He ends the season in the leathers he threw away, in a relationship that’s barely stabilized, going to live in a house which we are told by the narrative (in that they are very very clearly paralleling Anne and Mary with Ed and Stede or why do we even get that whole Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? episode) will only end in them setting fire to each other to stay warm.

But Vee, I hear you cry, it’s a ROM-COM. This is all meant to be ha-ha funny and you are taking it so seriously!

Cool beans. Then why the hell isn’t it funny? Healing is often filled with comedy because people deal with pain with humor. You can heal and laugh at the same time. The finale especially is almost entirely devoid of laughs, almost entirely devoid of joy until the last minute for that matter. The episode that should show off with a flourish how far everyone’s come, mostly serves to show that no one has grown.

Okay that’s Ed. I want to talk about Lucius next. Our former audience surrogate (that’s taken away in season two when he doesn’t get enough screen time to perform that role and no one takes his place) really goes through the wringer. He experiences many many terrible things, including sexual assault (which is made into a grimace-laugh line that doesn’t take away from it’s seriousness because oh hey, that can be done as it turns out). He’s nervous, he’s smoking, it’s clear he’s suffering.

There’s a beautiful moment where Pete tells him ‘hey, I was also in pain. I grieved’ and that’s great. It’s good that Pete sets a boundary about Lucius not obsessing over the past to the point of occluding their future.

We even get our comedic moment where Lucius pushes Ed off the boat (still not apology, but I’d lost hope for that by then) and that doesn’t help enough. So Izzy comes in with a shark and the advice that you just have to move on.

Just…you know. Play pretend. Forget.

Shove it in a box. Ed didn’t take my leg, a shark did. Ed didn’t kill you, a shark did. Live with the person that tried to murder you because it’s your fault you dangled your leg over the side of a boat. That is the show’s message. I thought on first watch, that surely this would also come back up and be explained that you can’t live that way, that that is no way to heal. That it would become clear that this was no way through. You cannot make everything into sharks.

Lucius can move forward and still carry pain. He can still want a meaningful apology and still want to talk to his lover about what he’s dealing with while moving forward toward a brighter future.

And what of the flirtatious promise of relationships and connections being the way to heal? Look to Oluwande and Jim, whose heartfelt romance from season one was relegated to the bins of history in favor of a narrative that made him a brother Jim once had sex with. They could have had Archie AND Oluwande, who in turn could also have Zheng, but that never seems to be an option. With a single short conversation, they are broken up with, despite a brief tease at the birthday that they still ‘dance’ together, it never actually manifests. Jim and Archie never talk about what they went through. It’s swept under the rug as fast as knives are lowered.

Lucius also no longer flirts with other people, the solution to his pain is to propose and get married (but not too married, lest we forget that they’re two men, they don’t even get to be husbands or even the more respectful mates, no. They’re mateys.) This season proposes that the only happy endings are monogamous ones, where no one talks about anything painful that went before.

To ensure that message, beyond assuring the success of Oluwande and Zheng’s relationship, Jim and Archie almost entirely disappear from the narrative. Sorry you guys were given layers of trauma and no growth and not even much to do this season, we need to make sure that everyone remembers Oluwande is the break in Zheng’s day so when he says that to her five minutes later we know exactly what he’s referencing. No time for Archie to learn what an apology is or for Jim to get one line in with Oluwande that isn’t affirming their newfound broship. Must do more flashbacks to things we just did two episodes ago!

The show even dangles the conversation of the Revenge being a safe space. Why would any of them ever feel safe when the man who tortured them is allowed to walk among them and they are expected to forgive and forget? What’s safe about that? The ship is never made safe for any of them, but that’s never addressed.

And Zheng! Amazing, hysterically funny Zheng! She loses her ships, her entire way of life, the kingdom she built for herself and then…she doesn’t even get to captain the Revenge. We don’t know what becomes of her fleet, of her plans, her ambitions. Don’t worry about it, she has a romantic partner and isn’t that what every lady wants in the end?

(But Vee, I hear you cry again, there will be a season three! Maybe it will be All About Zheng! To which I say: then why did they present us with the most series finale feeling episode ever? If there’s more, I have no idea where it’s going. BUT VEE: BUTTONS AS SEAGULL ON THE GR- Fine. It’s time.)

Let’s talk about Izzy Hands.

Izzy manages more healing than anyone else this season. He reaches his lowest point, suicidal in the bowels of a ship that’s become a prison (very much in contrast to Ed’s suicidal low). The person he loves most in the world has shredded him physically and emotionally (and if you’re in the camp that thinks Izzy deserves the abuse that Ed gave to him, I would really like you to sit quietly with yourself and ask why you think there is ever anything anyone can do to deserve that treatment). He’s low, he shoots Ed to protect everyone, and then seems to plan to drink himself to death, mourning his losses.

And then another beautiful moment! The crew move past their own pain to help him. They work together for the first time and it’s to give Izzy mobility back. He treasures it. He cries over it. He uses that kindness extended to him to reach a new understanding of Stede and help him succeed, doing the work to make real amends. He sings in drag, he’s vulnerable and beautiful, celebrating the side of himself that he must’ve loathed in the first season. He’s an elder queer man, coming into himself.

He never gets an apology though. (‘Sorry about your leg’ without eye contact is not an apology. There is no responsibility taking, no acknowledgement of the weeks of torture that came with it.) Izzy also never really has an honest conversation with anyone about what it means that the man he loves punished him so severely for the crime of trying to protect the crew (yes, lest we forget, Izzy lost his leg because he was trying to keep Ed from re-traumatizing the crew and himself).

Izzy does all this work, but even he’s not allowed to take it out of the box. It’s a shark, not Ed. Ed is just ‘complicated’ (the language of abuse here is so upsetting and I think not even intentional).

And then he dies. His last act? To apologize to the man who tortured him and shot at him. To have done all this work, to take on all the blame. And then die.

In a rom com.

This show ends in a profoundly unfunny moment of telling the audience: this is the one character that did the work, that made amends, that tried his hardest to accept the parts of himself that he had a hard time embracing and formerly embittered him. He’s fully accepted his queerness and turned it into beautiful music. He’s disabled, and he worked hard to accept that. The man he loves will never love him back, so he worked hard to make Stede able to meet Ed on an even playing field. The Giving Tree gave up its limbs and its trunk, and it’s not even allowed to be a stump to sit on.

Kill the queer elder, who has managed to figure out how to live and in his own way how to heal. Kill him before he manages to teach anyone else how to meaningfully move forward (he almost gets it with Lucius, almost, but it’s meant to be rule of three, you know. Cigarette..shark…and then…and then fuck it, Lucius doesn’t even get to say a word at his funeral).

The message of this season again and again is that there is no healing, just moving forward. Like a shark. Like a bird that never lands.

That is not a kind show.

Season two is not a kind season.

It splinters people up and jams them back together without purpose or reason. It tells everyone who experiences pain that they should shove it in a box and not deal with it. No one who really needs one gets an apology of any sincerity. No one puts in the work to gain forgiveness. (Ed wearing a onesie is not The Work. Ed fixing a door is not The Work. Ed broke people that the show wants us to care about. Ed never does the work of making those amends. He fires off a Notes app apology at best. After all, it’s what he told himself via Hornigold in the gravy basket: you move on or you blow your brains out! Good thing he took his own advice and therefore had to change nothing to get his just rewards.

I would’ve taken just fifteen minutes of Ed trying to actually make amends. It could’ve been hilarious! Imagine awkward Ed trying to dance around what he’s doing with Jim and the two of them having a knife throwing competition about it. Or him and Frenchie attempting to make music together, writing a song about the raids they went on! It’s not just the crew robbed of their healing because of this, it’s Ed himself. He never meaningfully changes or makes amends. How is he any different at the end of the finale then he is standing on the edge of that cliff with Hornigold? He hasn’t moved on, he hasn’t healed. He tried one thing (fishing) that doesn’t fucking work and then he runs right back.

No one leaves this season better than they went into it. They’ve lost an elder queer, they’ve lost their joyous and queer polyamory, they’ve lost a chance for meaningful reconciliation with Ed and Ed lost any chance of looking like he gave shit if they did. Stede grows enough to accept the crew’s beliefs as important and then leaves them behind without a care.

Izzy gets a beautiful speech about piracy being larger than yourself. Ed and Stede, within twenty minutes of that speech, leave piracy. They are incapable of giving themselves to something bigger, apparently. They haven’t learned to be a part of a community. They haven’t healed from their childhood trauma or their fresher wounds. They are still just following their own whims.

Zheng’s life work is in tatters, but it’s fine, she has love. Oluwande and Jim aren’t together, but it's fine because they both have dedicated monogamous partners. Lucius was deeply scarred by what happened, never recovers much of his first season personality, but hey he got-well it’s not married exactly- but you know good enough!

Frenchie, who has a box forever locked in his head, is captain. Because the key to success is to lock it all in a box and never open it. What a message. What a show. Conceal, don’t feel. Smile because it’s a happy ending. Don’t mourn the dead, don’t try to tell people what happened to you (they will literally run away or cry too hard to listen and really you’re just bumming them out), and any meaningful change you make is only rewarded with death.

Frenchie is now a pirate captain with a box in his head full of trauma that’s never been opened, leading a crew with more wounds than scars. Wonder how that could turn out? Wonder how many years before he might want to retire and then happen to run across a gentleman pirate. As if no one learned anything at all.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #the strangest message sent #and no idea if it was on purpose #I kind of think it wasn't somehow #but boy howedy did it come across

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anantaru · 10 months

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— is he jealous?

including dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, blade x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, cute, a little possessive behavior

— dan heng

dan heng made no big secret of the alarming worry cascading down his entire body and mind whenever he thought about the trifling possibility of you getting hurt while he wasn't by your side.

by chance of this, when it came to his jealousy though, dan heng wasn‘t as jealous as one might think on the outside— as stated, it was more his overprotective nature taking the lead which mostly would look like jealousy at the outset, but really wasn't that.

with that being mentioned, when you both aren‘t spending time together, your boyfriend always appreciates it when you tell him about your day or your recent doings so you're both up to date with your life.

nothing forced or anything, he trusts you wholeheartedly, the last thing dan heng wanted to achieve was for you to feel trapped, suffocated or forced to talk about something you did not want to or didn't feel comfortable sharing.

even so, occasionally he can feel something weird wriggle up on him from behind and a knot in his stomach manifested itself, his racing heart only making it more difficult when he sees you talk with someone he did not trust— not in a sense where he'd think that this person would hit on you, since he trusts you enough to know you'd turn them down, but the dangerous aspect of it, a fear, like a soundless scream, the horror of losing you.

admittedly, it was always there and you knew of that, so what mattered the most were affirmations coming from your side, certainty and the repeated sureness that you are going to be okay.

— jing yuan

whilst jing yuan doesn't make it more clear on how he was standing on the topic of jealousy in your relationship, in truth— he did harbor some traits of it, albeit nothing too extreme.

in an approximate manner can you discern his laid back personality shine onto such topic as well, he was a fairly confident man and sure of himself, while he also wanted you to have all the space you required, not to mention big, unwavering support for when you needed him.

what the general did not like was when someone was clearly aware that you were taken, in addition to him being your boyfriend— yet they still attempt to take their chance with you.

jing yuan, in that particular aspect, can become quite passive aggressive and honestly frightening to the person who dares to try something so vulgar, besides being incredibly embarrassing to even think you'd leave him for another person.

sincerely, it's downright comical and you can taste your inability to think clearly, shifting weight from one foot to the other when jing yuan was revealing his protective side for your eyes to feast on.

crossed armed, you remain behind him once he makes the person leave your space, then he turns around, conveying a pretty smile, his smooth, handsome face was like the opening of spring blossoms flourishing on a warm day, yet for you, it told the opening of his heart.

— gepard

without reservation, it's in every way comical whenever you catch gepard become jealous— but it's also endearing, pleasantly attractive and charming whenever you capture the moment he becomes especially passionate.

for one, his jealousy isn‘t one of a toxic kind nor would he apply any damage on the other party, gepard was a proud man and always sought after taking the right route in conditions such as those.

you know it's more severe when you approach him and ask gepard if he was indeed, jealous right now, it was the blush of roses on his cheeks that conducted a conclusion, that peek of champagne pink right on top.

he panics, "i'm not." and curses himself right after because he was evidently lying to you, which he never does, but being in denial for something he claims to be embarrassing to its very core was a reason, if not a big one, it was still a cause. "okay maybe."

"only a little."

his face falls, just a twitch, but you lean forward to kiss his lips.

gepard's emotions were real and vivid, in the end he was true to himself, it all comes down to admitting defeat because he rather risk embarrassment than wear a mask in front of the love of his life.

— blade

oh, boy.

before going more into depth about blade's perspective on jealousy, it's important to note that in many features, his emotions and way of processing them happens from his subconsciousness.

when he goes too far with it, it becomes a heavy bag wrapped on his shoulders, which he was supposed to put down once he learned on how to embalm his emotions the good, healthy way.

however with this in mind, now that he was in a relationship with you he tries to tone it down for your sake, above all, blade doesn't want to scare nor push you away from him.

the frightening dreams he'd endure of losing you were ice in his guts, stagnant, it could be a hundred degrees out and he'd still be frozen on the inside.

you are kind and understanding of his feelings but also tell him that those aren't an excuse to harm nor curse the person who triggers his jealousy.

"right, right." blade shakes his head. "i am trying my best." and smoothes his broad arms around your frame. he lets his words hang in the air while you stare at him, a smile, although barely perceivable, crossing over your face.

for many years he had punished himself, feeling that if he forgave more, let go of his past, then love would blossom just like it did now— in your relationship. you can feel him shake and you place your hands against his chest, you tap him two times, once twice, as to pull him away from his thoughts.

"we'll get through that together."

you say— but the man doesn't respond, at loss of words each time you grace him with your kindness. instead, blade tips his forehead against your own, closing his eyes and resting, sighing against your lips, dark pupils for one illuminated with hope, trust, and before anything else, love.

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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hellooo i’m here for your event !!

is it okay to request mammon headcanons for hurt with comfort? ik you already have a request for him so :’)

just something like he’s insecure about if mc loves him or not (maybe they spent the day with another brother) so mc comforts him :D ofc if you have your own ideas that’s great too ^^

have a great day <33

Hello there!!

I really don't mind writing multiple things for the same character! It's usually just the prompts I don't want to repeat lol. Anyway, I did use the idea that MC spent time with someone else - in this case I decided to have it be Lucifer specifically. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon

Warnings: uh just jealous Mammon lol

Mammon tries to convince himself he isn't jealous when he sees you with one of his brothers. He's able to push it down most of the time, knowing that you see his little brothers as family. They mean as much to you as they do to him. Watching you be there for them only causes a slight twinge of that feeling and he finds it's easy to overlook it. But things are a little different when it comes to his older brother.

Lucifer is the responsible, upstanding demon that Mammon could never be. Whenever you're with Lucifer, Mammon can't think clearly. He can't stop imagining you falling in love with his more competent brother. He sees you being impressed, as you should be, with everything that Lucifer is and can do. He sees you realizing you'd be better off with a demon like Lucifer.

The worst part is that he can't argue with that. He knows it's true. Deep down, he knows he's not good enough for you. Lucifer can be everything you need, everything he can't be. And it makes him crazy knowing that no matter what he does, he just can't compare.

And it isn't just that he feels that inadequacy. It's also that he's seen you with Lucifer. The way you smile at him, the way your eyes go soft… you look at Lucifer the way Mammon wants you to look at him. And when that happens, he starts to wonder. He wonders if you really love him after all. Is he even lovable to begin with? Out of all his brothers, why would you ever choose him? Especially when Lucifer is right there being perfect and handsome and everything anyone could ever want?

Mammon tries not to let you see how he's feeling. He keeps his distance, pretending you aren't spending the day with his brother, pretending that seeing you together doesn't make his gut twist uncomfortably. He tries to act cool and calm. You can't know about the knots that are tangling up inside him.

When you find him later, he's keeping up the pretense. He thinks he's doing a good job until you call him out on it. You ask him what's wrong and he blushes immediately. He can't tell you! He can barely look at you. How embarrassing would it be to say that he was jealous of you spending time with Lucifer? To say that he's started to question your feelings because of it? To say that he's terrified that you'll slowly slip away only to settle instead into Lucifer's arms?

You may not know exactly what he's thinking and there is a slim chance that he'll actually tell you, but you know your demon well. He's so busy trying to pretend he's fine that he doesn't realize that you're onto him. He doesn't realize until you ask. And when you do, he's flustered because of course you could tell. He wasn't going to fool you. What made him think he could? He stutters out something about how there's nothing wrong, but you're not buying it.

You take his face in your hands to make him look at you. Your fingers are cool against his flushed skin, which only makes him blush harder. He doesn't want to face you, but he can't pull away. Your eyes gaze into his, clear and serene. There's a flutter inside him when he sees how you're looking at him. Like he's your universe. Like he's everything.

And it turns out he doesn't even have to say it. You've already figured it out. You tell him that he doesn't need to worry. That it doesn't matter how much time you spend with any of his other brothers. That he's the one you'll always come back to. He's the one you love. He's the one you'll shower with kisses. He's the one that makes you feel like you're home.

Mammon can't stop himself. He pulls you into his body because he has to feel you as close as possible. He needs to have you in his arms, needs to know you'll never leave him, needs to press you against his heart. Ya make him crazy, MC. Don't ya know how much he loves ya? You do. You always have. And then you can't say anything more because Mammon can't stop kissing you.

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 1 month

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How about reader, who is a seasoned gamer, invites Gaz to play something like Valorant or Fortnite etc. She says "dw it took me a while to get good too" but he picks it up stupid quick. He spends the rest of the time enjoying winding her up more than the actual game.

absolutely absolutely. gaz can and should get away with everything.

1,833 words / lucky number 13

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"Gaz... you know most people play video games to escape their responsibilities."

"So you've told me." Gaz's voice crackles over your headset.

You're staring at your screen, watching as he confirms his character selection in the game's lobby. "You're absolutely sure you want to play tank?" you ask him.

He locks in his character, and it appears in the pregame lobby: a bald-headed, square-jawed guy with a muscular build and heavy armor.

"Positive. You're playing healer, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm playing tank. Pocket me."

"You've never even played this game. We'll both get obliterated."

"Come on. How hard can it be? Shoot, use ability, reset. I take the damage; you heal me; I dish it back out; we win; you thank me for carrying you as always. It's just like our usual game."

"Repeat that last one. I think your mic cut out on account of the bullshit."

"You don't think I can keep the heat off you?"

"I don't need you to keep the heat off me. I just want you to have fun and not die in the first five seconds of the round," you tell him. He did buy this game specifically to play it with you. After a totally reasonable amount of prodding on your part. It's been your go-to for weeks.

"Then pocket me and I won't die. I'm not having fun if I'm not in the thick of it. You know me."

"Fine. For one game."

"Bet," Gaz says, sounding smug about it. "I'm not gonna disappoint."

During that first game, he's getting his bearings. But he takes to it rather intuitively, especially with your help over voice chat. His tactical skills are whip-sharp as always. As you pocket him, you focus your character's abilities on keeping Gaz alive. But you switch to upping his damage output when you realize he's holding down a choke point by himself, taking on enemies and laying out a field of fire for your team. It's impressive, considering this is his first time playing the game.

When an enemy sneaks up on you, his pocket healer, he disposes of them with slightly more prejudice.

"You're pretty good at this," you tell him, scanning the results screen. "I mean, maybe mid-tier if you were on your own."

"Mid-tier?" he says, a little affronted. "It's called being adaptable. Not that you'd know. Hundreds of hours in this game and you're mid-tier support at best."

You cross your arms, leaning back in your computer chair. "Because I don't play support. You know what? I'm switching to DPS. See what you carry without me patching your ass up every ten seconds."

Back in the lobby, you select your main. Gaz eyes the character with a bit of respect. "A rogue, huh? You must think you're pretty good. Gonna need a lot more healing."

"Only if I get hit."

"I could sponge that damage right up for you. Keep you nice and safe."

You scoff. "Won't need it."

"Let's see."

In the next round, you weave in and out of combat, gleefully dodging attacks and landing devastating blows before you disappear. Your bread and butter. Meanwhile, Gaz does--at worst--an admirable job tanking. Still, when you look back and see enemies surrounding him, it's clear he could use an assist.

You double back and flank two of the enemies on him, picking them both off one by one. But before you can gloat, his voice in your headset interrupts you.

"Good kills, baby."

That's not the reaction you wanted. It immediately ticks you off. "I know."

He chuckles and takes down another enemy. He's tunneling in on the fight now that you've got him back on his feet, but clearly he still has time to talk to you. "Can't take a compliment."

The face that he's purposely pushing your buttons just irritates you more.

The next few games, he makes himself indispensable as a tank. It should be a good thing, but he keeps getting in your way specifically. You'd swear it's on purpose. He tanks hits for you and then acts like you'd lose the game without him. His cockiness is insufferable. Worse--you can't ignore how deftly he's scaling the difficulty curve here. He's holding the attention of the enemy players, keeping them away from you while you deal the damage. And you'd never admit it, but the way he's holding aggro is saving your ass.

You shouldn't need him to do that, though. You tell yourself the only reason you're not playing better is because he's forcing you to maneuver around him.

Then he offs the enemy rogue right as you're finishing her off. You swear into the mic. "Gaz, come on! You stole my kill."

"I'm giving my little rogue the help she needs. Besides, you know it's not about getting the most kills. It's about the team's collective score," he teases, and you have to remind yourself it's just a game.

It's like he can tell exactly what to do to piss you off in record time after that. Bossing you around, telling you to take this point or make that kill. He even pipes up once to remind you it'd be a good time to use your ult. You open your mouth to tell him it's not ready yet, but to your chagrin, you glance down and realize it is. Somehow he's keeping track? Unreal.

You're a little impressed about that one, but you'd never tell him. In your defense, he's distracting you with all this banter and teasing. He's making it hard to focus.

"No backseat gaming," you tell him.

"Wouldn't have to backseat game if you played better."

"I would be playing better if you weren't crowding me!" You sigh out your nose. "You're only doing this to get a rise out of me. Micromanaging me. I swear you get off on it."

"You're giving me too many opportunities to obsess over you." He sounds smirky.

The way he says it makes something in your lower stomach flip. You lose focus for half a second--long enough for the enemy rogue to slip past Gaz and smack you.

Gaz slams into her with his shield to stun her, then spins around and uses his special to deal more damage. That last hit downs her. You don't even have a chance to react.

His voice in your headset is smug still. "Like I said."

"Fine. Thanks."

"You can thank me by not dying again."

After the game, you sit back in your chair, arms crossed. "You sure talk a lot of shit."

"Am I?" You hear him grinning. "I hoped you'd give me a little more attitude than that."

"Oh, I know. You're not subtle."

"Neither are you. You get riled up so easy."

"You want me to fight you? Because it sounds like you'd rather me just roll over and bite the damn curb."

"No, you want that. You're a masochist."

"Thank you."

"It isn't a compliment."

"I know. Keep bullying me," you snark into your mic.

It's hard to resist teasing you when you say stuff like that. "Okay," he says, his tone turning playful. He leans back, crosses his legs, and situates himself in his chair. The game's results screen idles on his monitor, forgotten. "You've gotta stop making it so easy for me, though."

"I get that a lot."

"I'm sure you do, sweetheart."

"Ooh, are we doing condescension now?"

"I've been condescending to you since minute one. I can turn it up if it's not obvious enough."

"Keep going and I'll get off."

"Off voice chat, you mean?"

You smirk. "No."

He smiles, rolling his shoulders back. "I can absolutely be more condescending to you if that's what your incompetent little heart desires."

You laugh. "You were just waiting to bring that one out, weren't you?"

"I've got several of them tucked away just in case you got mouthy, But let's be honest--you're always mouthy."

"You're one to talk. You talked hella trash that last match."

"Only because I had to pull your ass out of the line of fire all the time. If you were better, I wouldn't have to. You're giving me ammunition, here."

"I just think it's telling that you play tank."

"Are you saying I'm compensating for something?"

"You said it. Not me."

He rolls his eyes, smirking. "You want to talk about projecting? You're the masochist, and you play a rogue? The one class known for being fragile? You're putting a target on your own back. What does that say about you?"

"Better than a tank main," you quip.

"I'm taking all the hits so you can DPS your way to getting play of the game. Makes me sound proper generous."

You examine your nails. "Makes you sound like a control freak."

"Why don't you look me in the eye and say that? Turn on your cam."

Your grin widens. "Gaz, please. If I turned my webcam on every time some guy online asked me to, I'd never have time to play."

He leans forward, lowering his voice. "Who says I'm kidding? Come on, baby. Give me eye contact. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a control freak."

"Nope." You know he hates that you're not budging.

"Why? Aren't you decent?"

"More like I have Cheeto dust all over my hands."

"Doubt that."

"It's true."

"Come on. Prove it."

"See? Control freak."

"Fine, I'm a control freak--withyou. But you like it, don't you?"

"Oh, I love when you order me around. I love knowing exactly what you want me to do so I can avoid doing it forever."

He sits back in his chair and stares through his screen. It's not like he's never seen your face before. You've posted a selfie or two in shared chats. But he's never seen you cozied up in your pajamas. Or in a cute little robe. Or maybe a big t-shirt, the soft kind. Like he wears.

Yeah, he's realizing he's down bad. Worse than he thought.

"You wanna make the next round more interesting, then?" he asks.

You arch a brow, propping your sock-covered feet up on your desk. "Like how?"

"You lose, you turn on your camera, obviously."

You snicker. "I don't know what you think I get up to on a Friday night, but you're gonna be sorely disappointed." You pop another Cheeto in your mouth, knowing he'll hear it crunch.

Gaz laces his fingers behind his head. "I've already curbed my expectations. Bet you're sitting around in sweats and a hoodie with some anime character on it." Not that the thought of that isn't appealing. He suspects you don't let many people see you that way.

"You're... uh..." You look down at what you're wearing. "Not far off, actually."

"I know, baby. I've seen your Discord handle."

"So what if I win?"

"Then I won't tell anyone how hard you got stomped these last few rounds. And trust me, I'd be telling everyone. It's embarrassing how much of a load you were. Don't take that the wrong way, though--by all means, just sit there looking cute while I carry this next game."

"Oh, you're on."

Gaz grins, leaning forward. "Yeah, we'll see how cocky you are when I put you back in your place."

You pull your chair back up to your desk, hands poised over your mouse and keyboard. "Promises, promises."

Gaz readies up, too. "Don't worry, baby. I'll keep my word. But once I humble you, you're gonna regret ever doubting me."

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| killing me softly with your song

synopsis: what if you were a talented child prodigy once? living life in lavish, spending years in the spotlight but a tragedy happens and you're forced to leave and hide. what if you meet a super hard-headed girl on the docks? what if you fall in love with her?

— nonidol!guitarist!kminji! × nonidol!pianist!fem!reader

(⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ (⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ (⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ(⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣)

“miss! hey! what are you doing?!” minji shouts from a few meters away as she spots a girl standing by a lone boat just floating near the docks, staring aimlessly at the sunset, while her hand is gripping the gunwale of the boat, just a gust of wind enough to knock her to the ocean and leave her drowning. minji furrows her brows at how you ignored her. she couldn't believe such a reckless person would just be standing at the edge of the docks and waiting for someone to push them into the sea.

“miss, you can't just stand there, it's dangerous! did you see the waves? if the boat gets knocked over there's a chance you'll drown!” minji continues to express her stress over the stubborn girl standing by the boat surrounded by other boats. if you were to fall over it'll be hard for you to swim upwards due to the boats floating around the area of the water.

minji runs to your direction and from afar you feel the vibration of her platform shoes hitting the wooden floor of the dock, you look behind to see her figure running towards you and you squint, bending your lips to a frown before once again turning your back against her. “please don't ignore me, you really shouldn't be out here at this hour.” minji adds, starting to get frustrated at your stubborn behavior that she couldn't quite understand.

you can hear most of what she was saying but has a hard time forming coherent thoughts of what was clearly said. you step out of the boat, with minji looking intently at your footsteps and guarding you if you ever fall. “careful —” she mutters, in which you shrug her by saying.

“move.” simply just like that you stand on the wooden platform of the dock while she looks at you in disbelief, your eyes still watching the sunset being buried under the dark shadows of the mountain. to your interest, you didn't care about what minji thinks — she is nothing more than a stranger who thinks they know what to tell you. she's just like those other people who think they can boss you around with what you want to do with your life.

minji squints her eyes and frowns. “are you not leaving yet?” she asks, you hear it this time although it was still quite muffled you knew what she is pertaining to.

“why do you care?” you ask her, your frank tone indicating the irritation you get by her constant prying over your business. minji scoffs, shaking her head. “hey, i’ve been calling out to you for the past few minutes because what you're doing is dangerous. did you even hear me?” you glare at her, your eyes narrowing as if warning her with every single word she says.

“i asked, why do you care?” you repeat the question but with a tone harsher than the first time. minji freezes — eyes darting at your eyes and the frown on your lips, unsure what to feel at the sudden nonchalant outburst. she starts to feel how her heartbeat got faster, her hands were shaking and she doesn't understand why she's suddenly so nervous.

“b-because… my family… they own the boat and if you fall over and drown, we’re screwed.” minji’s eyes soften as if she was begging, for you to understand and stop being mean! you stare at her eyes only for a bit, to her brown pupils then to her tall nose bridge. “fine, i’ll leave.” you mutter before leaving, the sole of your shoes tapping the wood surface.

minji watches you leave before following like a tail, you don't realize nor quite hear her but you feel the vibrations of her shoes along with yours. “i feel like you're following me.” you tell her, not even bothering to turn around and look at the tall girl. minji shrugs. “i am, it's dark here and you didn't even tell me your name.” she says, it ticks off something inside of you and you stop walking to take a deep breath.

“would it kill you to leave me alone? or do you want a restraining order against you?” you frankly tell her, expressing annoyance in her pursuit. minji looks at the back of your head and shakes her head. “no… i promise, i’m not a bad guy. it's just because i've never seen your face before and what if something bad happens to you?” minji expressed benevolently, standing still as if waiting for your answer.

“i live in the building standing beside the nakamura suite.” you tell her, your tone is apathetic — you couldn't care whoever this person was, what's her business and what she wants. but you find her amusing, a little — maybe it her persistence, her diligent aura and how she really wants to chase after you as if it'll gain her anything.

minji looks up on the night sky and sees the two tall buildings standing right next to each other, with the nakamura suite being taller and sparkling under the dark skies.

“wow…” she whispers.

“i’m nakamura y/n.” you face her once again, your eyes darting at her pair of round eyes — with a small tug of your lips, you take her breath away.

“i’m kim minji.” she mutters under her breath, left in awe with every second she stands right in front of you.

“you're just gonna stare or what?” your voice is assertive as you ask her.

minji blinks and laughs, rubbing her hands together and finding herself avoiding your distant gaze. “uh, i don't know. i have a car… if you don't mind i can give you a ride.” minji bites her bottom lip in hesitance, embarrassment of some sort — there's a lingering curiosity inside of her stemming from your mysterious presence and the looming aura of elegance.

“i don’t.” you answer her short and quick.

minji nods and leads you to a small front yard, where a old and used car is parked. minji dashes to the door of the driver's seat and grabs the keys dangling by her waist and unlocks the door, she — you couldn't believe it — crawls on the seat and started swatting non-existent objects on the passenger's seat and the backseat.

“...what are you doing?” you ask her, raising a brow at minji — your tone derisive as you speak.

minji groans as she crawls back out of the car and looks at you. “i just made sure it's not messy inside.” minji smiles. you nod and walk your way towards the passenger seat and notice her following behind.

you look at her as you stop in front of the car door and as you were about to reach for the door, minji immediately opens it for you. you take a step back, surprised.

you were about to speak but decided to just enter inside the car and sit properly.

minji runs to the hop inside the driver’s seat and starts buckling the belt. you follow her motions and relax your weight on the seat.

the drive to the building was quiet, you stare at the window outside while the gusting wind continues to blow your hair from your face. it's quite comforting, the scenery of the small houses and the blow of cold fresh air, it's enough to put you in a sense of tranquility — away from the noises of the bustling shibuya streets, screams of greedy people that burns inside your head, banging your eardrums till it hurt, too much.

sometimes, when you stare at a pool of water — it feels like the underwater is calling out to you, for you to jump. the feeling of water surrounding you, where you have nowhere else to turn to, nowhere else to swim but just a shallow water and a surface so far from your reach and you’re close to losing oxygen — the immense strength of the underwater slowly crushing your weak body and the lack of sound that is muffled by the water blocking your ears, everything is all too familiar for you.

that's probably why you were so pulled by the ocean waves around the small boat you were standing on earlier, and the bright sun that's about to set and disappear.

it hits way too close to home.

it's the same feeling of being under pressure, when your fingers are reaching for the piano keys, trembling with every second that passes by and it feels like you're stuck, unable to move or run away because there's just nowhere else for you to hide. you can't hear anything but the muffled noises of chatters from a sea of audiences, watching you from their seats and the light from the chandeliers of the theater is blinding.

suddenly, you can't hear anything.

“...y/n?”

“hey… you there?”

“...here…”

“miss!” you shoot your eyes open when you hear minji’s voice, you look at her with a glare but immediately change expression when you notice her confused expression.

“are you okay?” she asks, you blink and notice your eyes are wet… from tears. you wipe them away as you nod your head dismissively. “...yeah, i’m okay.” you tell her, you look at the window and see the entrance of the nakamura building.

you couldn't help but feel — annoyed, mad or whatever it is you just don't understand, you open the door and close it almost immediately before minji could react.

“y/n!” she calls for you but you have already ran away.

minji sits there, confused and asking herself what just happened but how would she know? it's making her crazy just how odd you were, how odd things are.

CAMPLAB (light music club)

danielle: where was aristotle when all of this was happening?

hanni: wth do you expect aristotle to do?

hanni: plus, calm down kim chaewon is just being dramatic.

hanni: how else would she stop us from being an active band? we don't need validations from prefects!

danielle: i certainly think we do if we want to actually have a degree in the future.

danielle: i just don't understand why she won't let us have the empty clubroom when we’re legitimate!

danielle: i can play drums and you can play bass, minji’s good at guitar! what else does she need?

hanni: minji we know you're online, can you at least help us think!

minji: idk i’m thinking too.

hanni: i doubt it.

minji: i swear i am.

danielle: where were you even at yesterday? i came to visit your family’s gift shop and you weren't there.

hanni: i doubt your rusty car could even travel past the bus stop.

hanni: HA! maybe you were getting it repaired or something.

minji: can you get ur brain repaired too?

minji: let's all be serious, it's the college board’s decision to not allow us. chaewon’s just following the rules, we can't have the clubroom if we don't get our letter signed, we can't get it signed if we only have three members.

hanni: oh god.

danielle: so does that mean we have to recruit? how else would we do that?

minji: geez, idk. maybe play a gig somewhere and find people in our campus who is interested.

minji: i just can't think right now…

hanni: whatever, can we at least meet at the campus park?

“but seriously minji, where were you yesterday?” danielle looks at minji as she speak, minji’s eyes are somewhere staring at nothing… she can't process the present, stuck at what happened yesterday, all minji could think about is you.

“right, i thought you were at the dock yesterday. it's not like a girl is in your business, i doubt any girl would even look at you.” hanni adds, taking a bite out of her bread. minji sighs exasperatedly, rolling her eyes before she scoffs. “can you choke on that bread of yours? you act as if you don't go out your way to get noticed by that loser from the basketball team.” minji bites back.

“she's not a loser, she's ahn yujin! and unlike you she actually knows how to impress girls.” hanni huffs, danielle laughs at the bickering duo before butting in.

“was there a problem in the docks?” she asks.

minji closes her eyes to think, was it really a problem? minji doesn't know how to describe her situation yesterday, she's certainly sure she's isn't dreaming or seeing things.

“kind of, there was this girl who was standing on our boat by the docks, surrounded by other boats. she's just there… unmoving, and i got so nervous because it was dangerous so i asked her to leave but she couldn't hear the first two times i called her.” minji tells the story, the three of time stops by a table around the park’s corner.

“and what happened?” hanni leans on the table, invested.

“she was so, how do i descirbe this? skittish? i don't know. then she got off and just stared at the sunset. i asked her if she was leaving and she aksed my why do i even care. i told her it's dangerous and she repeated the question again. i told her we owned the boat and if she drowns we’ll be in trouble but when she was about to leave i asked her what her name was.” minji continues.

“what was her name..?” danielle asks.

minji looks at her friends. “she said she lived in the building near the nakamura suites, her name is nakamura y/n. i offered to give her a ride on my car to the building and she said yes. but when we stopped, she was crying. i don't know why but then she just ran away out of the car then inside the building.” minji fiddles with her fingers, the two girls look at each other, confused.

“why was she crying?” hanni asks. “did you do something bad!?” danielle points her finger at her friend.

minji shakes her head and puts her hands up. “no! i also don't know why!”

danielle brings her hands down and frowns. “then why?”

“maybe some personal stuff? probably you know? she's just sad.” hanni answers and they all shrug, taken back by the story.

minji was determined to see you again, it doesn't matter where and when but she's sure she'll find you somewhere on this island once again.

she's thrilled by the idea of you, your mysteriousness, the secrets behind your sharp eyes and harsh gazes — the way your lip taks, the words that slip out of your tongue. you're like a rose, tempting but covered in prickling thorns and such a sight to look at, unattainable at a certain point but with enough determination and persistence she can reach out for you, even if it meant shedding blood.

at the football field, danielle forced minji, hanni, haerin, and hyein to all play baseball — even if it meant playing at the wrong place. minji was sure things were about to get nasty when hanni starts hitting the ball a little too hard.

“hanni! there's windows on the other side of the field! if you get someone murdered, it's over for us!” minji warns hanni, motioning to her neck as if telling her they're dead if an accident was to happen.

“oh stop being a bitch! that's not gonna happen i swear!” hanni hisses, trudging her way to the faux home base out of minji’s old chemistry textbook.

and minji knew it, not even after five minutes, with a swing of the bat and danielle’s powerful pitch, the baseball comes flying straight into a window, crashing onto the glass and breaking it apart.

“holy shit hanni!” minji shouts and screams from the other girls are heard, hanni drops the baseball bat and puts her hands on her head. “we're screwed!” she shouts. “shut up!” minji shushes them and looks at the broken window. “i’m gonna go there and be quiet! leave this field and go to the campus park, i’ll be back.”

“minji are you serious?” haerin asks but minji dashes out of the field to the school building.

after scaling the floor and the number of rooms, minji comes to the conclusion that the room might be on the 4th floor and the 3rd room. she runs to the stairs and looks around to see if everyone has spotted her. after securing the perimeters, she rushes to the said room and is met by a sight she couldn't believe had just happened.

you lay on the cold floor, motionless, a pool of blood under your head and there were sheets of music notes scattered around your unconscious body. minji takes a step inside and looks around the room to find the baseball on the corner of the room. she tries to gather her courage and think properly. if the ball is not covered by blood nor is it sitting next to your body, then does that mean something happened to you before the ball hit the window?

and not even the traction of the ball made it possible for it to hit you, as it was too far on the top corner of the window.

she reaches for your body and notices you're still breathing, minji breathes heavily and carries your body outside of the music room. she immediately spots the nurse’s office and calls for help.

“what happened?” the designated doctor of the building asks as she sees your state in minji’s arms. “i don't know, i entered the room and saw her lying motionless!” minji places you on the bed and walks backwards while the doctor examines you.

minji hears the doctor call for an ambulance and she stands there, confused.

“minji, does she have her belongings inside the room you found her? grab it and get inside the ambulance. i’m gonna have to call her parents in the meanwhile.” minji nods and immediately rushes to collect your things you left inside the music room, as she comes back — her eyes land on the music sheets once again and it drives her crazy how they're all crumpled and somewhere ripped apart. she sees your bag and grabs it before running and following the group of paramedics.

as the ambulance rushes, her eyes are on your temple that's covered in gauze, your eyes that are tightly shut. she feels bad, paranoid at your condition but she tries to keep looking at you.

minji’s heart is beating so hard inside her chest and she leans in order to get a better look at your face, she lifts her hand and reaches for your face to push the strands of hair sticking to your face.

“you’ll be okay, i’ll make sure of that.” minji whispers, feeling a sense of responsibility inside of her, the need to protect and keep you safe — yet, she doesn't understand where this feeling is blossoming, it's just there, she knows it's there.

your body shifts, almost surprising her. your eyelids move, and your eyes open to look at minji but there it is again — the bright light blocking your view of her face and the loud ringing of silence, blasting in your ears.

after a while, you're finally safe and the college heads are investigating what happened — they haven't come to a conclusion yet but the whole group chat with minji and her friends is chaotic, all of them thinking they're in trouble.

SEPTIC BANK

hanni: FUCK MY LIFEEEE

hanni: is it really over for us?

hanni: what about my dream of becoming a popstar?

danielle: they're investigating the music room, and the baseball was left by the corner of the room…

haerin: minji didn't take it?

hyein: no, nakamura was lying on the floor under scattered music sheets with a pool of blood…

hyein: she carried nakamura’s body to the nurse’s office and got inside the ambulance with her.

hanni: oh we’re actually fucking dead istg!!!

hanni: I’M A CRIMINAL!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MURDERED SOMEONE!!

haerin: you didn't kill anyone.

haerin: somehow i’m sure the baseball wasn't the cause of the accident.

haerin: besides, we can ask minji for some updates as soon as nakamura wakes up.

hyein: yeah, but if they ever find out it's us. we're screwed, she's kazuha nakamura’s sister and from my research they're popular and rich.

danielle: well… they’re the daughters of the owner of the nakamura suites and kazuha’s a well-known ballerina.

haerin: now i think we're definitely screwed.

haerin: how about you plan your migration back to vietnam hanni?

hanni: oh you're not helping are you?

hanni: LOOK i know it was stupid and i am ready to apologize BUT what if they sue me???

hyein: i do believe it's not our fault, look from what i’ve heard y/n’s got some serious problems.

danielle: now you're calling her crazy?

hyein: no! it's just that she's a famous child prodigy in japan, and has played piano since she was born.

hyein: you can go look it up!

hyein: but one day, during a tournament when she was 14 in switzerland, in the middle of her performance she stopped midway and completely blacked out. she sat on the chair unmoving and suddenly she was clutching her ears and crying.

hyein: for 4 more years, she tried to regain her skills back but it was getting harder.

haerin: i heard she’s got some hearing problems.

hyein: YES! that's why she's given up playing piano and settled here.

hanni: what does that have to do with me obliterating her!???

danielle: yeah, i mean maybe she's deaf or something but what does that mean?

hyein: panic attacks, explains the scattered paper all over the floor and ripped pages of music sheets.

hyein: look, i might be grasping on threads here but hear me out! she must've passed out and fell from the chair.

haerin: i get it.

minji buries her face in her palms as she sighs, she can't reply to any of the messages because of the paranoia inside her — she can't do anything while thinking of your situation, she can't just do anything knowing you're still unconscious.

“wake up please…” minji mutters to herself.

as if the heaven heard her prayer, your hand shifts, she takes notice of it and stands up — it hasn't been that long since you wasn taken to the hospital but it already feels like forever.

your eyes open to see minji looking at you, still the light is bright but you were able to make out her facial structures, her long hair and her eyes.

“minji..?” you mutter, minji smiles and nods. “yeah, it's me.”

you remember what happened.

again, alone at the music room and the surroundings felt shallow, your fingertips are trembling as you force yourself to play a piece — you're not even using your ears anymore, you read along the lines of the music sheet following the notes and imagine as if you were playing with the waves of the ocean.

but it's so hard to play music without hearing anything.

you stop abruptly, smashing your hands on the keys — feeling the warm tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as the sound of the keys in unison exploded inside the room, but you couldn't even hear it.

you hate it so much, so much that you grab the sheets of paper and start ripping them apart and crumpling them, shoving them all to the wooden floor. tears continue to pour out of your eyes, as if the room is about to be flooded you couldn't breathe properly and just like that — you lost consciousness and fell.

but, how did minji even find you?

“why are you here?” you ask her, your voice is weak. minji’s eyes soften and you notice the way she looks at you, don't know whether to like it or not, be insulted or comforted.

“sorry, my friend smashed a ball on the window of the music room, i came to get it and saw you passed out with blood. i— i carried you to the nurse's office and the doctor patched you up before telling me to come with you to the hospital. your parents are on the way.” minji explains, she's in a rush — you can only understand a few of what she's saying, because the ringing inside your ears hasn't stopped yet.

“i don't remember a ball hitting the windows.” you mutter, thinking minji might be lying. minji widens her eyes, surprised.

have you forgotten?

“uh what? wait, you don't remember anything —”

“i do. i just don't know what ball you are talking about. i passed out immediately after i fell off the chair.” you tell minji, she nods and is about to add to her explanation when the door opens.

“y/n!” your parents enter inside, minji immediately moves out of the way and to the door — she leaves.

minji hears the sound of the bustling hospital corridors, numerous people walking around, doctors, nurses, and patients. she stands outside your room and looks down to her shoes. now that your parents are here, she figured it was time for her to leave, which — even if she didn't want to yet, she still did.

SEPTIC BANK

minji: guys

hanni: OH MY GOD MINJI

hanni: WHAT HAPPENED????

hanni: AM I SCREWED??

haerin: ur back

haerin: how did it went?

danielle: YOU'RE SAFE!!

minji: i am. i went home after her parents entered her hospital room.

hyein: wait, what did her parents say?

minji: i don’t know, but y/n told me something.

hanni: WHAT IS IT?

minji: she said, she doesn't remember nor know that a baseball hit the window of the music room.

minji: she said, she passed out immediately after she fell off the chair.

hyein: SEE I TOLD YOU

hyein: she panicked and probably lost her consciousness

haerin: does that mean we're not guilty?

danielle: must be, but how are we so sure?

minji: not so sure, they're investigating the music room and tests are still about to be revealed.

hanni: oh…

hanni: ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

minji finds herself standing on the dock where she first saw you, based on hyein’s research — you were really playing piano, and that accident that happened to you was a result of your panic attacks. minji thinks to herself, what happened?

she's so curious, worried or sick — she wants to know so badly, what's the reason why you feel that way?

minji needs to hold you in her arms, rock you and make sure no one hurts you.

but how is she supposed to do that?

she can't even reach you, you're so far from her. like a moth to a fire, she's drawn to your danger — drawn to your fiery and brightness. “i should've gotten her phone number.” minji mutters, hands on her mouth, thinking hard when she can see you again. “but it would be stupid of me to ask her.” she adds.

minji regrets letting you go every time, if only she can grasp you only for a moment and just hold you — it sounds like she's desperate, but seeing you like that makes minji more drawn to you. minji paces around the wooden platform, the sunsets above her, the waves are calm.

when am i going to see you again?

“whoever got that damn baseball on the window will pay for this!” your father grumbles as he paces around your room, you follow him with your eyes as you sit on your bed, a gauze in your temple from the injury you sustained that day.

“i told you, it's not because of the ball.” you tell your father, not even trying to calm him down — you understand that anger blinds him, and he loses his motor skills to comprehend the situation without finding a way to use his power in it. “but there's evidence! the ball hit the window and it hit you!” he argues, you understand his point but there's your own memories that serve you correctly.

you really don't remember a ball entering the music room.

“and that girl, the daughter of the kim gift shop — i know she and her stupid friends have something to do with this.” he adds, as if it changes anything. you can only shake your head in disbelief.

you can't help but think of minji, about when she was inside the ambulance with you — the silhouette in your view.

she really did save you, according to the campus doctor — minji wasn't lying about her entry.

“just a few more hours, we'll receive the reports from the investigation. for now, can you please give some time to think. i need to rest.” you speak, eyes not even bothering to look at your father. it's hard to look at him, even after that incident from 4 years ago, it's still hard to look at his face after he told you your performance wasn't enough.

it kills you, still.

and suddenly the air inside your room becomes suffocating just five minutes after your father left, you're itching to come see the dock again and you're hoping (denying) to see minji once again.

the air feels a lot more like reality when you step your foot in the dock, your eyes are at the sunset — the ocean that illuminates the color of the skies, the sound of waves and the blow of the wind. you feel human once again, like you're actually alive and that you're a person — with feelings and thoughts.

and not just a robot programmed by society and family expectations.

for once you felt like you weren't a burnout.

“y/n..?” minji stands behind you, you turn around and see her — a gig bag behind her, she stands still and her eyes try to look for something in yours. you blink and walk forward. “yes, why did you leave so early?” you ask her — minji laughs sheepishly, blushing and she can't help but feel embarrassed by the troubling warmth of her cheeks.

“uh, your parents, i figured you might need more time with them.” she shrugs and scratches her cheek, you feel something blossoming inside of you — something you think is unfamiliar, something so out of character for you to feel. you can feel your heartbeat racing faster.

“what's up with your bag?” you ask her once again, minki looks at you and smiles. “my band, we have a gig tonight. we're planning to recruit a member for our club.” she answers.

“you have a band?”

“yeah, we kinda suck but you can go and check out our gig tonight with me.” minji smiles wider and you swear it did something to you.

“sounds fun.” minji laughs, grinning.

god she feels like an absolute loser now.

“it is, my car’s parked there.”

your eyes glimmer under the dim lights of the club as you stand by the audio technician’s corner, watching as minji’s band plays their self-made songs as well as covers of other songs. the audiences are cheering and you feel your heart beating at every strike of the drums.

you start to bob your head to the music, you were scared that there might be a time you lose your hearing to the music but you're wrong. you can hear the strumming of the guitar and the slaps of the bass, maybe except for the chatting of the people around.

you feel as if you're actually existing and occupying a space in the earth, even if it’s just a small bit — there's people around and your eyes are fixated on minji's presence.

she's amazing.

you think to yourself, feeling your heart as if it's about to jump off of your chest.

“you did great.” you tell minji, with a small smile — your eyes connect with hers. minji’s heart is shaken up, there's more than just eye contact to your connection with her. minji looks down on her sneakers, then back at you.

“thanks, i hope someone signs to our club after.” she replies, you now understand their situation. it seems like they can't occupy a space in the school if they don't have enough members to complete the requirements for a club application.

“something is still missing?” you hum, her attention is only at you and you only, forgetting the world outside you and her bubble.

“i guess…” she says.

you find her amusing, so amusing that it excites you.

“isn't that y/n nakamura?” haerin, the club owner’s sister — watching you and minji from a few meters away. hanni joins in with a cup in her hand, leaning and squinting her eyes to take a good look. “holy shit it is her!” she exclaims.

danielle smiles. “they look nice together. you think y/n likes minji?”

haerin shrugs. “i don't know. she does look interested though.”

hanni scoffs and rolls her eyes. “ah, i guess lots of girls today still have shit tastes. i can also say she's got that look in her eyes.”

“does that mean we're not guilty anymore?”

haerin looks at her girlfriend. “we still probably are.”

“once y/n and minji kiss, we’re free.” hanni laughs. “cheers to freedom?” she playfully adds, earning whispers from her friends.

minji drives you home, and on the way home — you can't help but feel quite happy to be here with her. maybe her presence makes you feel a little more like yourself. something you are yet to discover once again.

it's that minji’s sheer honesty, her persistence, and her transparency make her such a likable person, maybe you do want her.

do you?

you hop off her car as soon as she opens the door, you look at her and smile. “minji, can i say something?” minji turns around and raises her eyebrows at you. “yeah?”

“i’ll join your band.” you tell her, you watch as her expression brightens — she has this sickening smile on her lips, her eyes shine so bright under the night sky.

“what? really?” minji feels as if the world is turning around, maybe not upside down but it is turning around.

her eyes are staring straight into yours. and just a little, yeah — you feel like smiling, wider than you have ever done your whole life. “yes. i’ll sign the application letter tomorrow.” hanni was right, you do have that look in your eyes.

“that’s great! i didn't expect you’d like our performance.” it was kind of bad if you were going to be honest, it wasn't one of the best ever but it felt so real and raw, it felt like human. there's emotions, there's mistakes, there's intensity and connection.

it was one of the most entertaining thing you’ve ever seen.

maybe that's why you loved their performance, because they were enjoying themselves, so honest and forgiving.

“i did, so much.” you wave your hand at her before making your way to the building entrance but before you maximize the distance between you and minji she calls out your name. “y/n! wait!”

you stop on your tracks but take a few seconds to smile before changing your expression and facing her. there's only a medium gap between her distance to yours, minji lifts her hand and closes it in a fist, then she brings her hand down.

“let's go out sometimes. doesn't have to be a date or anything. doesn't have to be just the two of us… is that okay..?” minji blinks, she's kind of nervous as of the moment — because you were always so unpredictable, in the past few days she's been with you, you're still surrounded by intangible walls.

but she's so close to reaching you.

you smile at her, your eyes glimmer a kind of spark similar to a firework.

this time, minji knows — she realizes and sees behind your eyes, your smile.

“yes, that's fine by me.” you turn around and leave, and minji stands there, motionless and speechless. starstrucked? probably. lovestruck? yes, this might be it.

minji can't help the boiling blood traveling to her face and coloring her cheeks red, the uncontrollable face muscles that contract to form a smile.

minji places her hands on her cheeks and starts breathing heavily, trying to control the pace of her heartbeat, the funny feeling inside her stomach — the way her knees shake.

minji, you must be inlove.

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sports-on-sundays · 5 months

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heyy girlyy, can i please request an enemies to lovers with pedri where the reader and him are notorious for fighting all the time and lowkey hating each other in school, but one day this boy and the reader get in a fight and he hits her and she comes out of a classroom crying with blood on her face and pedri sees her and asks her "who did this to you"🤭🤭 and is absolutely furious but she doesn't tell him who did it at first but then sees how mad he is so she tells him and he goes and beats the shit out of the boy who hit her, then the reader and pedri are in the nurses room together and she asks him why he did that and he confesses his feelings for her and how he was in love with her the whole time and she does the same and they kiss or something, yayy

a very detailed ask but i hope you don't mindd, anyways hope you're doing well, lot's of lovee 🫶💕

I hate you (not) / Pedri González

Summary: There is a very detailed summary in the ask haha! Pedri x female!reader. High school AU. Enemies to lovers trope ig.

Warnings: Blood, crying, censored swears

Requested?: Yes ma'am!

Author's Note: I love the detailed request girl! Thanks so much! I appreciate the support!

Pedri walks down the empty hallway slowly. He's tardy anyway, so why not just walk slow so he doesn't have to do any work when he gets to maths, right?

As he walks, he thinks. He thinks about the argument he had gotten in with you the day before. Maybe he had been a little harsh- saying that you were a terrible cheerleader and all the boys made fun of you in the locker room all the time? Yeah, that might have been kind of mean. You had flipped out, clearly hurt to hear this, yelling at Pedri and firing back at him about how he was a cocky idiot, and no one really liked him anyway- everyone was just pretending because they didn't want to hurt his feelings, but really they all gossiped about how much of an ass he was.

In truth, neither of these things were true at all. And in truth, both you and Pedri had believed what the other had said.

Then you had shoved Pedri, and he had smirked and teased you about how weak the shove was, before walking off.

Yeah, Pedri feels bad.

He's getting to class just as the bell is ringing. Students immediately start flooding out of the classroom, pushing themselves out of the door as if spending one more second in that room would suffocate them.

But then suddenly Pedri's jaw drops when you walk out of the classroom. You've got your hand over your mouth and nose, and there are tears streaming down your cheeks from your eyes, though you're clearly trying to be tough. You freeze when you meet the eyes of Pedri. Your eyes widen, and dread sets in deep within you. Oh God, no. The last thing I need right now is for Pedri to start taunting me about being a weak cryb-

Suddenly unexpected anger wells up within Pedri, and his jaw clenches. He doesn't even really know why- maybe it's because he still feels bad about what he said to you yesterday; maybe it has to do with the deep, honest feelings for you he has hidden down deep within himself. He snaps, "What the hell? Y/n, what happened? Are you okay? Who did this to you? Where's the teacher?!"

You continue to choke up, letting out only short breaths as you feel the blood trickle down the inside of your palm. You're in so much discomfort, you decide not even to worry about what kind of off motives Pedri has right now as you murmur, "The teacher was out of the room..."

As students awkwardly continue to file out of the room, Pedri asks again, "Who did this to you...?"

You glance around nervously, about to walk past him, but suddenly he grabs your arm. You look back at him in surprise. His concerned, angry brown eyes meet yours. His grasp on your arm is tough, but not enough to hurt. "Y/n... Tell me who did this to you."

"Pedri, I can't tell you..." you softly squeak, staring at his hand on your arm. "I don't want him to..." you hesitate, and let yourself trail off.

But he repeats with such seriousness, tenacity, and sincerity, "Y/n, it's alright... Just... Tell me who the hell did this..."

You swallow, and then say his name softly. It dawns on Pedri right away who the boy is, and he looks around in the thinning crowd. He spots the boy, and on impulse, so quickly so that you can't even stop him, suddenly he attacks the kid, knocking them to the ground. You stare in shock as the one minute they beat on each other feels like about one day. You're frozen as blood drips down to your chin.

"Why the hell would you hurt her? Do you see her? She's crying? Do you see how much blood there is? She's pale, you idiot! Don't you feel sorry! Say sorry! And if you tell anyone about this, you're going to be-"

You stare in awe when the boy on the ground shouts, gasping, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I won't tell anyone! Get off of me!"

Pedri hesitates, then slowly nods. You're leaning against the hall, slightly trembling. The moment Pedri pushes the boy away down the hall, commanding him with such fierceness to get back to class, he immediately turns to you. With no hesitation he uses the end of his shirt to wipe your blood a bit and murmurs, putting an arm around your back, "Hey... Let's go to the nurse's office. Okay?" He speaks with such gentleness and softness, you can hardly believe this is really Pedri. I didn't know he was even capable of speaking in a tone that sweet.

You walk along with him, feeling very confused. You get to the nurse's office- the whole walk you both just keep silent. Pedri explains to the nurse that you fell and cut your mouth and nose (which vaguely annoys you, because that makes it seem like instead of getting in a fight, you just fell over like a clumsy freak right on your f*cking face. But whatever.), and the nurse fixes up your mouth, covering the wound with some bandages. The whole time, Pedri stays. You watch as he slips a sweatshirt over his head that he had in his backpack- probably to cover the stain of your blood on his shirt. The nurse doesn't ask why Pedri stays, and neither do you, until you're all fixed up and walking out of the classroom alongside Pedri.

A few seconds pass by. You walk next to him, looking at the floor. The bandage above your mouth feels uncomfortable. But, you suppose, it's much better than the possible alternatives, which would be still spilling blood everywhere, or forming a huge ugly scab on your face. Pedri is also looking down, but his dark brows are knitted together, as though he's deep in thought. His hand brushes against yours as you walk, and suddenly he looks up. You look up, too. Your eyes meet his dark chocolate colored ones. He seems to hesitate. You swallow. "Pedri," you start softly. There's a question that has been in your head and bugging your heart ever since he met you outside the classroom. "Can I ask you a question?"

You watch his Adam's apple bob up, and then down again, when he swallows, before nodding. "Yeah."

"Why... Why did you do that?" you hesitate. "I thought you hated me..."

Pedri bites his lip, looking into your eyes. "I... I don't hate you. I've never hated you. The truth is, I like you. A lot. And I owe you an apology. A huge apology."

You stare in confusion and shock.

He rests his hand on your shoulder. Gives it a soft squeeze. "I'm sorry for hurting you all these times... I..." Pedri can't believe he's really doing this. All this time he's been masking his feelings, and all the sudden, now, it's all tumbling out.

He doesn't even know why. Right just seems like... the right time.

"Y/n, I've liked you for a long while now... And yeah, I mean the crush kind of like."

Pedri watches as your hand covers you mouth. "Pedri- then why..."

His jaw clenches. "Years ago when I started liking you I was too stupid to just admit it. So to mask it I was rude to you. Plus, it was fun to tease you sometimes... But I took it too far and... Yeah, here we are today, right now... I couldn't just randomly change my behavior, so I had no idea what to do. But Y/n, I really do..."

Suddenly your heart wells up, and your face heats up, and with no more thought put into it, you grab his hand tightly and squeak, "Pedri, I think I like you, too."

Now it's his turn to look shocked. "Really? Why? How? I've been so rude to you..."

I shrug. "I couldn't deny you're cute. I've always liked your personality. Sometimes I enjoyed your teasing. That's just why when we got in real arguments, it really broke me..."

He gently strokes your heating up cheek, your eyes lock. "Will you forgive me? Now that you know-"

You smile softly, enjoying the feeling of his touch on your cheek, and interrupt, "Of course I forgive you..."

His eyes shine. "This must be the best case scenario..."

You nod, and you notice his face slowly inching towards yours. You lean in, too, still eyes locked. Soon your faces are nearly touching, and Pedri whispers softly, "There's something I've been wanting to do for a while... Can..." He looks embarrassed, but you wait. "Can I kiss you?"

You swallow, hesitate, but then nod. And just like that, his head tilts, eyes close, and his soft lips gently press against yours. He cups the nape of your neck, and his other hand slips behind your back.

Suddenly you both jump though, pulling away from the lovely kiss when you hear the beginnings of the school bell.

Pedri waves, and says, "I'll meet you outside the front of school after classes!"

You stare, stunned, as you watch him walk away. You don't even care you've probably missed at least three class periods. You just gently press your fingers to the lips that Pedri just kissed, heart pounding and butterflies swarming.

My God. This is a dream come true.

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itsscottiesstark · 2 months

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If you haven't watched Around the world in 80 days with David, or if you simply don't want to get your heart broken by a Fogg x Crowley comparison, you should maybe scroll past this.

Oh, you're still here? Good.

Imagine this: It's been a few months since Aziraphale left. Crowley has been spending them drinking and sleeping away the days, ever since the second the angel disappeared from his eyes.

He hasn't been in contact with anyone, ignoring Muriel's attempts to get him out of there.

And he won't talk about it. He can't talk about it.

So, one day, Muriel stops by his flat to check up on him, finds him deliriously drunk, slumped over at the feet of his couch, probably fell during his attempt to grab another bottle and couldn't possibly get back up.

He's slurring, his hair a mess, his clothes rumpled. He must have at some point ripped his shirt open, maybe in despair or simple overheating, because Muriel could see his now bare chest, bracketed by his shirt, but there were buttons scattered around him.

Muriel hurries over to his side, grabs his hands and tries to get his attention.

"Mister Crowley?" They take his hand in theirs and give it a firm squeeze. "Please, Mister Crowley?" The demon won't look at them. "Crowley?!" They say, unintentionally in a similar way Aziraphale used to call out his name when he was worried.

His eyes slowly open and attempt to focus on the blurry, blindingly white image in front of him. Muriel repeats his name, and Crowley finally speaks.

"Aziraphale...?" His eyes are as open as he could get them, but the image is fuzzy as ever. Still, there's only one person his unimaginably drunk brain wants to see, so that's what he sees.

"No, it's me, Muriel," they try and correct him, but he doesn't seem to be able to listen. Or even care.

"My darling Aziraphale, you came back! I always knew you would." A couple of tears escape the demon's eyes, his glasses nowhere to be seen to cover them up as usual. "I always knew," he repeats, his voice breaking. "Well, no, I didn't know, but I hoped." He attempts to squeeze the warm hand still holding his. "I dreamed," comes a whisper.

"Mister Crowley-" Muriel attempts again, but gets interrupted once again.

Crowley brings their joined hands on his naked chest. "Feel my heart, Aziraphale," he whines his name. "It's always been yours. Waiting for you." He's properly crying now, sobs escape his mouth but there's also a faint smile there. "Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything!"

Muriel couldn't stand interrupting him again, he was smiling. Clearly, his own brain was deceiving him, but he was smiling.

He told them, thinking it was Aziraphale, about his travels. His blessings, when he was doing Aziraphale's job. And then he told them about his blessings, when he definitely wasn't doing Aziraphale's job.

"I saved a young boy's life!"

"That's wonderful," Muriel cooed.

"I just want you to be proud of me," Crowley admitted. "Just once." He looked them in the eyes, or tried to, anyway. "You see, angel, I've been alone for such a very long time. You were right to go. To leave me."

Muriel wanted to stop him, comfort him, tell him he was wrong. But he didn't seem to want to hear anything they had to say. So they remained silent.

"I could never have been good enough for you, I think you knew that from the start." His voice was now raw with emotion, no more whining. It was as if he was numb to those things he was saying. Like he'd accepted them. "I think we both knew."

With that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Soon, soft snores started coming from his mouth, replacing the heartbreaking sobs.

Around the world in 80 days, 2021. Episode 4.

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berry-club · 3 months

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-Office 119-

Minors dni

Contains: Office romance, love at first sight, pegging, blowjob, femdom!reader sub!eunseok, Eunseok x afab. 4k words

You realised you are a dominant years before, you've never talked to anyone about it, let alone experienced it, you've tried regular sex a few times but you quickly came to the conclusion that it wasn't for you. Since then, everytime you started flirting with a man you would suddenly ghost him, scared that he would call you a freak and runaway if you tell him what you like to do in bed, at this point you just think you are better off alone. You're working at an office job, the salary is pretty good and you can spend your days daydreaming sitting at your desk which is perfect for an introvert like you. One day, your boss gather everyone in the office saying a new person is coming working here tomorrow, the desk next to yours happened to be vacant so your boss asks you to teach them everything you can. It's annoying, you don't like your routine to be disturbed, but you're not really in a position to refuse, you just hope they are a fastlearner.

The day after when you go to the office your boss is waiting for you in front of the building next to a man, your heart skips a beat when you see him, he's tall with broad shoulders, his suit is perfectly adjusted to his body, he has a sharp features and dark brown eyes that can see right through you, its actually unfair how much he's your type.

"Eunseok heres y/n, she's going to teach you everything you need to know, if you have a question just ask her, y/n I hope you can teach him well"

The man looks at you with a faint smile on his face and slightly pink cheeks.

"Nice to meet you y/n."

"Nice to meet you Eunseok."

All three of us go in the elevator, your arm slightly touch eunseok's and he immediately backs away almost like you burned him, you're kinda offended by that, but whatever.

You try not to be too upset about it and push your thoughts away so you can get to work.

You explain everything to him as clearly as possible, he listens very carefully your explanations, asks you some questions, and gets to work, you're actually amazed at how good he is, he did not make a single mistake or make you repeat yourself, you're almost a little sad you're not that much needed.

You quickly get back to your work now you have some catch up to do, a few hours passed in a blink of an eye, focus on your screen, suddenly in the corner of your eyes you see a hand gently putting a cup of coffee on your desk, you turn around and see Eunseok.

"Noona, thank you for teaching me I hope you can rely on me in the futur"

"Oh don't worry about it, i'm glad I could help"

Eunseok returns to his desk next to yours and sits on his chair, you can't help but stare at him, his straight posture and his perfect side profile makes him look like he's on a magazine cover. You keep thinking about how pretty he would look showered in pleasure, you blush realising your dirty thoughts at the man you just met and start feeling a little guilty.

The days passed and eunseok becomes more and more skillful he doesn't have anything to ask you anymore, from time to time he brings a drink at your desk, still grateful to everything you taught him. Occasionally when you take a look him you both end up making eye contact making things awkward for a minute but you just can't stop yourself from staring at him.

On a random day, you're eating lunch with another female colleague, making small talk, when she suddenly asks.

"You know that new guy eunseok, he's so handsome but what's up with his attitude?"

"What are you talking about??"

"I mean I just met him in the cafeteria and at the photocopier a few times but he's so cold, barely answering when you talk to him, such a waste of a pretty face"

"Eunseok!?"

You can't hide your confusion ,you can't believe what she just said, you remember eunseok with a slight smile on his face, tenderness in his eyes and sweetness in his voice, bringing you drinks, there is no way you are talking about the same man. Your day goes by and you can't help but think about what your colleague had said to you everytime you see eunseok. The day ends, yoj go home and lie on your bed still thinking about that conversation you had, but after all, you know your colleague is very nosy and she can be pretty annoying sometimes, you decide to not read too much into it and just go to sleep.

A few weeks later passes without much going on, you have a good relationship with eunseok, you both help each other when needed, you sometimes eat lunch with him just making random discussions, nothing is really special with your relationship, just two colleagues getting along well, you already gave up having anything more than that with him so it's good enough for you.

One day at work, you decide to do some sorting, you ask eunseok for help to move some heavy boxes around, you both go into a cramped storage room where you two can barely fit.

"Can you take those 2 boxes please?"

You point your finger to the boxes, on a shelf being too high for you, eunseok reaches the boxes on top of the shelf his shirt slightly tightening in the movement.

"Oh wait i need that"

While his arms are still raised going for the boxes, you reach for some stationary behind him, your cheek barely touching his back.

Eunseok jumps at the touch, taking a big step back, going as far away as he can in that small room, he looks a little puzzled, you instantly remind yourself of the first day you met him and how he jumped away from you in the elevator.

"Oh right you hate when I touch you, i'm sorry for making you uncomfortable i'll be careful from now on."

You do your best not to look too awkward, quickly trying to reach the door handle to get out of here as fast as you can, you could die of embarrassment right now.

"Noona wait!"

You froze, his pleading voice makes your face feel hot for a second. You turn around to take a look at him, he's is blushing like crazy, looking everywhere in the room, doing everything he can not to meet your gaze. He looks hesitant and say.

"I- I don't hate it, it's just... ever since I met you, when you touch me I don't know what to do with myself, please don't think I hate it."

You're a little taken aback by his response, you didn't expect him to feel that way about you and being so honest about it.

"Does that mean I can touch you?"

Eunseok nods, looking straight at you with his deep eyes.

Your head gets empty, you can't think of anything else but to touch him. You close the gap between him and you, put your hand on him, gently caressing his chest over his shirt, you watch him close his eyes in anticipation, you start going over his nipple gently playing with it with your finger while your other hand touches his waist, your heart is beating faster you feel a rush inside you, he's biting his hand to refrain for making any noise.

"Wait noona-"

His voice makes you stop immediately, realising you are at work and it's not the place nor the time to do things like that.

"Sorry let's stop here."

You quickly get out of the room without looking back, going to the bathroom locking yourself trying to process what just happened, your heart beating even faster, you can't believe what you just did, it's like your body acted on its own.

After calming down for a few minutes, you return to your desk, eunseok is already back to his, none of you dare to look at the other, you just avoid each other for the rest of the day which seemed to last forever.

Finally home you're still reminiscing about what happened, everytime you close your eyes you keep seing his face, him being so sensitive and all submissive to your touch, you start to think that maybe if it's him he won't runaway.

A few days passes and to your disappointment everything gets back to normal, you would do everything to see that expression on his face again but you have no idea how to bring that up, you're more of an introvert, not used to starts the conversation, then you notice that eunseok seems to avoid you, you keep questioning yourself, maybe he actually regrets it, maybe he hated you now, maybe you went too far... you're trying to decide if it's better to apologize or leave him alone.

One time your boss decides to bring everyone at a restaurant after work, it's basically hell for you, you try your hardest not to look at eunseok sitting in front of you, his loose tie, his shirt a little bit open, you could see his clavicles and his adam's apple. Your body wanted to stare at him and touch him everywhere, but you mostly didn’t want him to hate you even more. The evening passes and everyone goes home one by one and now its just the 2 of you. The mood is so awkward it's almost hard to breathe, you're getting ready to leave fast before making him even more uncomfortable, then eunseok says.

"Do you want me to call you a cab?"

You're so relieved to finally hear him talk to you.

"No need I live around the corner i'll walk."

"It's late i'll go with you."

Eunseok looks at you with a hint of excitement waiting for your response.

"Sure, thanks" You couldn't possibly say no to that face anyway and why would you?

You gladly accept thinking that maybe he didn't think that bad of you.You start walking with eunseok in silence, the atmosphere is a little heavy but still way better than before, you quickly arrive in front of your apartment and start reaching for your keys in your bag, you pause looking at the door, you really want to stay with him a little more, you're thinking really hard to know if it's a good idea or a terrible one. You finally ask him.

"Do you wanna come in?"

You can see his eyes light up as he nods.

The two of you go into your appartement, you let out a small sigh of relief when you remember cleaning it the day before. You pour eunseok a glass of water and you both make yourself comfortable on your couches, sitting in front of each other. You're thinking about a nice thing to say to him that could break the tension between you two.

"You know Eunseok I'm very proud of you"

Eunseok looks happy but a little confused by your unexpected compliment.

"You learned everything so fast you basically got to my level in the first week and i've been working here for years, it's almost scary" You chuckle.

"But it's thanks to you, you were the best teacher, you explained everything so clearly I couldn't help but learn fast"

You can feel the sincerity in his voice, you smile at his kind words, relieved to see that he thinks that way about you.

"Thank you I needed to hear that"

Eunseok smiles, you both are silent for a few seconds then eunseok starts to be fidgety, his ears slightly getting pink, playing with his hands looking at his glass of water on the table.

"You know, I can't stop thinking about last time in the store room."

You can see at his face that he's remembering how good he felt, your eyes grow larger, you're so happy you're not the only one who has been replaying the scene over and over in your head, you come closer to eunseok sitting next to him. You decide to just go for it and in an instant you put your lips on his neck, eunseok jumps a little in surprise but doesn't back away, you keep nibbling at his neck hearing his breathing getting a little faster, you get closer to his ears and see them being bright red. You whisper sofltly in his ear.

"Do you want more?"

Eunseok nods, you put your hands on his tie and remove it, throwing it on the ground, you also remove some of the buttons of his shirt and start sliding your hand in it to touch his chest while still kissing his neck, eunseok shivers at your touch while you begin to touch his nipple, you can feel eunseok trying his best to hold back his voice, poor boy is so sensitive. You back away from his neck and look him in the eyes.

"Its just the two of us now, no need to refrain from making noises okay? Let me hear everything."

"Yes.."

Eunseok is so obedient, you would probably be mortified by how he treats anyone that isn't you. Ignoring everyone he doesn't want to talk to, women grabbing him by the arm trying to flirt while he just pushes them away with a cold face not even giving them a reaction. You sit on top of his thigh and put your hand on his face gently squishing it before kissing his lips, you slowly start putting your tongue, your hand grabbing his shoulder while the other is still under his shirt stroking his nipple.

"Eunseok"

You say in between kisses, you can't help but want to call his name making sure he knows he belongs to you right now. Your tongue going deeper inside his mouth, you can feel his bulge grow larger against your knee everytime you say his name. You start playing with his bulge with your knee slowly going further in. Eunseok doesn't dare to touch you, he lets you in control, he's all in your hands now ready to accept everything you'll do to him. You use one of your hand to touch his crotch through his pants, you can feel he's already hard, his pants looking like its gonna explode his dick begging to be free, he badly wants to remove his pants but you still want to play with him a little more. You get out of him and go on your knees in front of him, putting your face up his crotch and your hands grabbing his thighs, putting kisses and sucking on the fabric, you wish you could see the face he's making right now but everytime you try to see, his head is looking at the celling, his chest doing quick movements, panting more and more.

After some time his pants are wet by your spit, eunseok wants to beg you to set him free but he wouldn't dare giving you an order. After seeing him struggle making all kind of erotic sounds, you finally unzip his pants and pull down his underwear, revealing his dick already leaking in precum, the size is not too small and not too big, it's the perfect size to take care of, the tip is bubble gum pink looking like a candy waiting to be tasted. You can't help but put him whole in your mouth in one go, playing with his uretra with your tongue, going back and forth, doing all sort of sloppy noises tasting it as much as you can, sucking hard on it, you can feel it twitching in your mouth. You're so focus on tasting him you don't realise he's already about to cum.

"W-wait noona ugh"

Before he can cum, you decide you want to be somewhere more comfortable your knees was starting to hurt on the carpet and you really wanted to savor the moment, thinking it would be a shame to not see the face he's gonna make while he cums. You stop, get up, grab him by the arm and bring him to your bedroom, Eunseok follows you without any questions, you push him on your bed and you can't wait to make a mess out of this man. You get on top of him and start undressing him, he's now only in his undies, you can finally take a good look at his body, everything about it is so pretty, slightly carved abs, cute nipples and a tiny waist perfect for you to grab. You couldn't believe the sight, a man was lying in your bed, his eyes begging you to touch him and do everything you want with him, it's all you've ever dreamed of. You lean on him, putting kisses everywhere you can, his neck, abs, thighs, he's shaking and moaning when you start playing with his nipple with your tongue. You slide your right hand is his undies to play with his balls while gently biting his nipple, his legs spreading and his knees bending as you do so you can reach all the right places, he can't help but groan and pant at the stimulation. You stop playing with his balls to use your middle finger to tease his hole, he shivers and moan at the touch.

"Can I?"

Eunseok still panting "yes.. please"

You can barely contain the excitement of his response, you remove his underwear and take him in your mouth once again while putting your middle finger in him, slowly going back and forth, up and down, left and right, you then put your ring finger and start bending them to reach his prostate, eunseok's hips shaking and raising almost imploring you to do even more, his dick deep in your mouth getting even harder. You can hear his moans getting heavier. Your hand go faster while you lick his dick inside your mouth, his hole clenching almost about to break your fingers in half.

"Too much.. I'm gonna-"

eunseok bites his bottom lip, his dick twitching more and more, his hole pulsing, you remove his dick from you mouth so he can cum on his stomach, while youre still playing with his prostate, the orgasm washes over him like he got struck by lightning, his hips raising and trembling like crazy making loud moans, grabbing the mattresse so hard you can see his veins popping out.

"Ahh.. ahh..."

His breathing is so fast, the sight makes you so wet you can't believe you're the one responsible for his state, his eyes half closed and watering looking like he just went to heaven, while he calms down still looking dizzy, you get of your bed and open a box next to it, you take a strap-on out of it, you're so happy to finally have a use for it, you bought it a few months ago cause you were wondering what you would look like with one around your hips, you clumsily put it on and get on top of eunseoks chest putting your strap on near his face, he's still being hazy, excited for what comes next.

"Can you do that for me eunseok?"

Your voice almost sounding a little mean.

He quickly understands, nods and open his mouth, letting you fuck it as you wish, going in and out hitting the back of his throat. The sight makes you feel so good almost like he was really sucking your dick, watching your strap-on disappearing in his mouth. The sloppy sounds he makes are driving you crazy, you grab him by the head to go faster Eunseok is groaning grabbing the sheets of the beds, drooling all over your strap-on, you slowly caress his cheek.

"Such a good boy"

Eunseok flushes at your words, something about you prasing him always make him so happy.

After your strap-on is covered and his spit, you get out of him and turn him on all four,

His behind is so pretty, his hole is twitching and throbbing waiting for you, you almost wanna eat it but you decide to keep that for another time. You put two fingers into him going left and right making sure his hole is stretched enough to welcome you, you start putting the tip of your strap-on to his hole teasing it, still dripping in his saliva.

"I'll go slowly, if its uncomfortable make sure to tell me ok?"

"Okay..."

You slowly and as gently as possible put your strap-on inside of him, eunseok is holding his breath while the whole thing goes inside him, you let him get used to you for a moment and start going back and forth at a slow pace, Eunseok moans and grabs the sheets like he's holding on for dear life, you use your hands to grab his waist, making him arch his back with your touch while he burries his face in your pillow, you see his hips trying to grind even more towards you, you start going faster and his moans are getting louder, your strap hitting all of his good spots, tickling his prostate over and over you can hear him whine everytime you hit the right places, and each time the back of your strap-on hits your cunt it feels so good you let out some moans too, you grab and pinch his butt making it a pretty shade of red while you're getting deeper into him.You can barely hear him say "noona" again and again inside your pillow, he raises his hips high removing your strap on from him and cums on your sheets, shivering and breathing shakily, his feet kicking the bed, his knees giving up he's now lying on his stomach breathing hard through the sheets, you take this time to calm yourself down too, after a moment he gathers himself, turns around to sit and put his back against the headboard.

You both look at each other glancing up and down, he looks so cute with his hair in a mess, then eunseok realises.

"but noona you didn't-"

"stay still"

Eunseok watches you silently while you remove your strap-on, pants, panties and your bra, letting you with only a thin white shirt, Your perky nipples showing through it. You get on top of his leg and starts grinding against it, your cunt dripping everywhere on his leg, you take one of his hand and put it on your waist while you put yours on his chest for support. Eunseok widen his eyes at your move, it's his first time actually touching you, something about it feels wrong like he's doing something he shouldn't do, he worships you so much it feels to him like he's touching a goddess. Seeing you jump on his leg, your breast going up and down behind your shirt, while using him like a sextoy almost makes him go insane, you keep humping on his legs while you french kiss him and moan in his mouth, you grind faster and deeper, his soft skin against your folds feels so good, it doesn't take long for you to come, your cunt was already throbbing from the beginning. A strong shiver goes over all of your body, your nails digging in eunseok's skin. You take a minute to rest on his chest, he gently pets your head and kisses your hair while you calm your breathing.

After a moment of hugging each other you both go in the bathroom washing each other, eunseok looks at you with big puppy eyes full of affection.

"You should sleep here, i'll wash your clothes and change the sheets."

Eunseok agrees and you both go to sleep, like an habit eunseok snuggles in your arms while you touch his silky hair, you both fall asleep and the awkwardness between you two totally vanished like you've known each other for years.

#eunseok #song eunseok #smut #riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize smut #eunseok smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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HIYAAA!!! so i heard you were writing for matty murdock after i was foaming at the mouth simping for peter quill and i was like OOOO

so this morning I was thinking about maybe taking off his glasses for the first time? hes shy about it bc he doesnt want to scare people and he thinks its ugly and reader is like "UGLY?? ABSHSHSJ BABY YOURE NOT UGLY??" and to cheer him up she puts on his glasses and gives an epic breathtaking (im laughing so badly) impression of matty

hopefully you can do this soon! Have a great rest of your week + weekend

-🪐

hii again!!🪐 this is so cute, I love it. when I was adding asks to my list I didn’t see the last part of your message until today, sorry as I wanted it to be done sooner. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also hope you have a great rest of your week <3

red tinted

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.36k (sorry it’s a short one)

warnings || none just fluff

masterlist + rules

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You and Matt had the day to yourselves, spending your free day in the comfort of his apartment on the sofa catching up. Things were relatively new between the two of you, but you were already extremely comfortable with one another.

"Hey Matt...?" you linger, pulling away from his side, gazing over him.

"Mhm, sweetheart?" he hums quietly, a slight twitch of concern spreads across his face.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he grins earnestly, feeling a moment of calm when he notices your heart's steady tempo. "What's on your mind?"

"Your glasses... why do you wear them at home?" you ask carefully.

"I don't know... I just always have. I suppose they hide my eyes," he shrugs simply before kissing your shoulder.

"Hide your eyes?" you repeat, specks of confusion littering your tone. "Why would you want to hide them? They're beautiful,"

He lowly chuckles before turning from your admiration-filled gaze. "No," he says slowly, seeming as though he is embarrassed or uncomfortable.

"Matt... I think you have the prettiest eyes, like ever,"

"Come on now," he awkwardly chuckles, "you're just saying that,"

"Nah-uh, they're beautiful, Matt... can I?" you sweetly question, extending your hands toward the frames of his glasses. Noticing his nod, you slowly remove them. "Whoa, so pretty," you say enthusiastically, watching his grin widen. "Can I put them on?" you question, even though they were halfway over your head.

"What are they like? What'd you see?" he cutely asks, leaning into your side.

"I see the world on fire," you playfully whisper, earning a light tap on the arm from the unimpressed man beside you. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," you laugh, kissing his cheek apologetically. "I'm a really good lawyer. Okay, that was the last one," throwing your head back as you cackle, clearly having too much fun. "I'm just pulling your leg... but I'm being deadly serious here, alright Matthew. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

He grins coyly, hiding his face between your shoulder and ear, softly chuckling into your skin. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay," he says, slight dismissal in his cadence. "You can play pretend lawyer for a little longer."

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dark-frosted-heart · 5 months

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Beauty and the Beast’s Christmas - Sariel Noir

Christmas collection story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

It was just Sariel and I, alone together in a peaceful snowy white world.

On Christmas night, we came to a snow field to watch shooting stars.

Sitting on a quilt spread on the ground, we gazed up at the night sky glittering with stars that looked like they were about to fall any minute.

Emma: There's so many stars...it's really beautiful.

Sariel: Because of all the lights, it's difficult to see them clearly at court or in town.

Emma: I hope I get to see a shooting star.

While I was reading a book about constellations, Sariel had told me that there was a chance to see shooting stars during this time of the year when the sky's clear...

(I was so happy when you invited me out to go see them with you on Christmas)

I held out a bottle of alcohol that I had secretly hidden in the basket to Sariel.

Emma: Here's a small Christmas gift from me to you.

Sariel: Hehe, you're very transparent.

Emma: Did I really give it away?

Sariel: Yes. Even before we left court, I noticed you acting somewhat absent-minded and restless.

Emma: I can't hide anything from you, Sariel... I found this drink in town. I heard it's pretty rare and hope that it suits your palate.

Sariel: Thank you. Let's drink it together later. I have a present for you as well. Will you accept it?

Sariel smiled, his dark purple eyes narrowing, as he handed me a rectangular package from within his coat.

Emma: Thank you!

My heart pounded as I unwrapped his present and found that it contained a clear glass pen...

The delicate craftsmanship could be seen when held up against the lantern light. I was captivated by its beauty.

Emma: I've never seen a pen made from glass before...It's as sparkly as the stars in the sky tonight.

Sariel: I thought such an elegant tool would suit you so I had one made especially for you by a craftsman I know well.

Emma: Thank you so much. I'll cherish it forever.

Sariel gently caresses my cheek, lifted from happiness, with his fingers.

Then he took out two glasses and poured the alcohol before handing one with swishing light purple liquid to me.

Sariel: Now then, let's enjoy my present. Spending Christmas with you.

Emma: Sariel...

Sariel and I clinked our glasses and downed our drinks. The mellow sweetness slides down my throat with a hint of a burn.

Emma: It's really delicious.

Sariel: I agree. And it warms the body.

Emma: Achoo

I was about to reply when the cold air stung my nose and made me sneeze.

Sariel: Oh, are you cold?

Emma: A little...

Even my warm clothes and the alcohol couldn't defend me from the freezing cold, so I snuggled into my blanket.

Sariel: My, that's not good.

Sariel takes a drink from his glass before suddenly capturing my lips...

His tongue parts my lips and the alcohol flows in.

Emma: Nn...

Sariel: How are you now? Are you feeling a little warmer?

Emma: Y-yes...Um, I'm fine now.

(It wasn't just my throat, but my whole body heated up instantly...)

Sariel: Are you still cold here?

As he holds me down while nibbling my ear, Sariel's scent mixed with the alcohol hits my nose.

His tongue travels down my neck and my hips buck in response.

As he kisses my neck repeatedly, a tingling sensation forms in the pit of my stomach from the ticklish, tantalizing stimulation.

Sariel: You can see the night sky clearly from your current position. Are there shooting stars?

Emma: I don't...know...

I should be able to see the endlessly starry sky when I look over Sariel's shoulder, but I'm struggling to keep my eyes open because of the repeated sweet and tantalizing sensations.

Sariel: We came to look at shooting stars, so keep your eyes on the sky okay? I'll watch over you.

(I'm embarrassed, but my body's at its limit and Sariel seems to be enjoying my reaction...)

(I don't think I can wait for shooting stars anymore...so...)

Emma: Right now...I want Sariel more than shooting stars.

Sariel smiled and gently stroked my hair, as if he'd been waiting to hear those words.

Sariel: Then shall we return to court?

After being thoroughly exhausted from our lovemaking, I started dozing off in a comfortable weariness when Sariel gently puts his lips to my ear.

Sariel: I've had an invaluable Christmas... Let's go see shooting stars together again.

(Okay...promise...)

I answered in my mind and drifted off into a happy holy night dream.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #sariel noir #ikepri sariel #ikepri summary

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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Love the writing! Could I get one where Joel is on your and the twins are still really tiny and oc!actress is having a really hard time and has to go home, I don’t know something really angsty and also just fluff at the end of him being a girl dad and loving his 2 little beans.

Love You

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: sorry this took so long!!

Summary: Combining these two asks!! [1.5k]

Warnings: weird Hollywood questions, brief brief brief talks of body image, PPA if you squint, people on twitter being The Worst, Joel being The Best, I think that’s it!!

You weren't supposed to be working. Then again, you were still supposed to be pregnant. You normally wouldn't pick up new projects or anything super intensive until the twins were at least two years old, but you signed on for this interview two months ago when you didn't think you'd go into labor quite so early. But now you've got one-month-old twins at home and a mandatory event. Sierra would've happily called out of it on your behalf, but Joel told you it was okay if you wanted to go. You hadn't done much except focus on the twins since they were born, and he knew how much you loved to talk about your work— especially since this interview was for the anniversary of one of your first and most well-loved projects, Sweet Water. Carolina will be there too, and it’ll last two hours at most.

"Go. I can handle this." Joel reassured you. Still, when you went to leave, you cried and repeated instructions for the umpteenth time, even though Joel knows their schedules and habits as well as you. You got kisses from Sam and Joel before walking out the door and doing your best not to turn right around and come back. It's only a few hours, you remind yourself. Nothing catastrophic will happen in a few hours.

You fight your anxiety to constantly check your phone for an update from Joel as Alexa does your makeup. She asks how you're feeling post-partum, how the kids are, and makes a point to tell you how good you look for just having twins. You're not sure if she's laying it on thick because she can clearly see you're frantic, but you appreciate the compliments, nevertheless. As you're walking to set, your phone buzzes with a picture of Sam snuggling up to the girls with a long text about how many ounces the girls drank and what Sammy had for lunch.

Now, we're watching Frozen 2 for the thirtieth time.

Thank you. Hopefully, I'll be home before the rock giants.

No rush, Mama. We'll see you whenever you get home.

I love you.

Love you too.

Reluctantly, you slide your phone into your pocket as PAs rush around to get everything set up, and the interviewer enters the room. He's an older guy you recognize from many other documentary-style interviews, and you smile as you shake his hand and introduce yourself.

"It's so nice to meet you. I've heard so many good things." He says, and you laugh. "I've also heard you just had twins."

"Oh, yes. Twin girls about a month ago." You say.

"Congratulations," the reporter says. "Who's watching them today?" He asks. The question takes you back a little bit. Who the fuck does he think is watching your kids?

"My husband, Joel. He's at home with our toddler and the twins."

"Oh, poor dad! Stuck babysitting." He laments, and you scoff, glancing around to see if anybody else is hearing what you're hearing.

"I don't know if it's babysitting when they're also his children, but he was very excited about spending time with them." You say, plastering a smile on your face despite the annoyance bubbling under the surface of your skin.

"Right. Of course." He says, but his tone makes it sound more like if you say so. You try to brush it off as just old, stupid ideas about parenting and the role fathers take when caring for their kids, but once the cameras start rolling and the questions start coming, all the questions are around the same lines. How did you physically prepare for the role of the young nurse you played in Sweet Water? What were your thoughts when you read about Alex and Griffin's relationship? How old were you when you played Alex? What was it like filming the scenes where you were exposed before the time of intimacy coordinators?

The questions made your head spin. None of them had anything to do with Alex's character development, what she meant to you, and how her relationships with other women helped you form life-long friendships. They're all bathed in misogynistic prying and thoughts about your twenty-four-year-old body. You smile and redirect where you can, but the whole thing makes you feel gross and invalidated. The second you're done, you meet up with Carolina in the hallway to warn her, and she rolls her eyes before going in.

As you walk out to your car, you open your phone to text Joel that you're on your way home when a headline from Twitter catches your eye. Your name is in the title, followed by "seen out working one month after giving birth to premature twins. Sparks debate about parenting." Normally, you're not one to doom scroll on the internet, but you can't look away from the thousands of people judging you for leaving your kids at home. Two hours. You were gone for two hours while your husband and the father of your children watched them, but to strangers, you're a vile, evil person who doesn't deserve those sweet babies. Many tweets focus on the fact that the twins were premature. They were if you're looking at typical, singleton pregnancies, but for twins, they were right on time.

You know it's all stupid and untrue, but you also haven't slept more than four hours a night since Sam was born, and you just went through one of the worst interview experiences of your life, and you miss your kids. You cry the whole way home, your therapized brain and your anxiety brain battling it out the entire drive. Joel doesn't think you're a terrible mom. These past few months, he's done nothing but care for you, and remind you that you're doing amazing and he loves you. So, why can't you focus on that instead of strangers on the internet? You go through the gambit of emotions, and you're completely exhausted when you pull into your driveway.

As soundlessly as possible, you unlock your front door, and Daisy greets you as you step over the threshold. It’s surprisingly quiet. You crouch down and scratch behind her ears, making her close her eyes in contentment, and you laugh. You look behind her, half-expecting Sammy to be barreling right toward you like he always does when you get home but see nothing. "Where is everybody?" You ask her as you kiss her big head and walk into the living room.

There, spread across the huge couch, is your family. Joel has the girls snuggled to his chest and Sam tucked under his arm as Frozen 2 plays softly on the TV. All three of them are sleeping, but Joel, ever the watchful dad, is awake. Barely, but he's awake. He's wearing his glasses and a half-buttoned-up shirt. You'd be surprised if he even looked at a hairbrush today, let alone used one considering how messy his hair is. He smiles when he catches you staring and beckons you over with a jut of his chin, careful not to wake any sleeping babies. You take a shaky breath as you walk over. Joel's brows knit together when he sees your flushed face up close. "What happened?" He whispers as you kiss him. You don't answer immediately. Instead, you lean down and kiss the girls and Sammy's head before perching on the edge of the couch near Joel's socked feet.

"Bad day." You mumble. His hand twitches to reach for you but Sophia shifts in protest. He sends you a sympathetic look and points his foot at you.

"I can't hold your hand, but you can hold this."

"Joel, I love you, but I'm not holding your nasty ass foot."

"Rude." He says, and you smile. "Do you wanna talk bout your bad day?"

"When there aren't three sleeping time bombs attached to your body." You say, reaching out to run your fingers through Sammy's hair. He sighs in his sleep and cuddles into Joel, making your heart jump. When you look closer at how they're tangled up, you almost start crying again. Sam is tucked between Joel and a pillow, but his right hand holds Sophia's foot, and Violet and Sophia hold hands as they sleep peacefully under Joel's chin— a perfect Miller cuddle.

"Is there anythin' I can do to help?" He asks quietly, and you shake your head. Your entire day melts away as you stare at your precious family, and even though he had no way of knowing about your day, Joel gave you the gift of coming home to your favorite sight.

"This is perfect." You say, and he smiles. You cuddle up on the opposite end of the couch, somehow intertwining your legs, and catch the last ten minutes of Frozen before falling asleep too. Later, Joel will cook you dinner, and you'll do bathtime and get the kids to bed as a team. You'll check in with Sarah and Ellie and tell him about your horrible day. He'll hold you close and reassure you, and you'll feel better. But right now, a nap is the perfect thing you need to regulate your emotions, and you fall deeper in love with him for letting you sleep. Because as the years go by and your marriage changes, as do both of you, he still finds a way to read you better than you could ever read yourself.

And you can't imagine a better person to share your life with.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller series #joel miller fluff #joel miller au

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nazukisser · 2 years

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┊❝ their love languages

SYNOPSIS | their love languages, giving & receiving

CHARACTERS | nito nazuna, narukami arashi, suou tsukasa, sena izumi, tsukinaga leo, sakuma ritsu

READER | gender neutral

love goes both ways. a partner is to give, and a partner is to receive. no lover is the same, and no flavor of love is repeated. the five languages of love- words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time, physical affection, & gifts- are the 5 languages one may speak to their partner to show their love. they may speak just one or multiple, but the way it is spoken is simply, uniquely them.

NITO NAZUNA

— giving { words of affirmation, physical touch, & acts of service

Perhaps it may be his own desire for words of affirmation which causes this, but Nazuna loves reassuring you. He wants you to feel as loved as you make him feel loved; he wants to create the warmth in your heart, just as you did for his. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, just as he is in yours. You did it for him, and he wants to do the same for you. He's ever so grateful that you came into his life- to him, you're a true blessing. He wants to be that to you as well, and he's happy to do everything to achieve that.

If there was a time that Nazuna couldn't wrap his arms around you, couldn't pepper your face with kisses, couldn't hold your hand through the crowds- he'd go insane. He needs to feel you, to touch you, to hold you. You're the one keeping his feet on the floor, the one to bring him back to base after working with all his might to achieve his goals. Being in his arms meant that you were safe, and when you accepted his love in this manner, he felt loved too. He feels loved by loving, something only you can bring him.

Nazuna doesn't even have to think about doing the small things for you- the things you've forgotten, the things you rush, the things you struggle with. He'll lift it off your plate if you let him, ever so gently. He wants you to be comfortable; the things that bothered you ever so slightly would slowly but surely be gone, one by one. Before you know it, you'd be relying on him for your keys and someone to make you lunch every morning, and he's happy to do that all for you. But even if you leave him, he won't stop completely, right away, if you let him. He'll take it, slowly, one by one, so that it's letting the bandaid slowly peel off, rather than ripping it off whole.

— receiving { words of affirmation, quality time, & a hint of physical affection

There are times when Nazuna looks up at the ceiling, and he pretends he's under the stars. He can see everyone else's dreams and aspirations ever so clearly, how they seem to be getting closer with each passing day. But sometimes, he can't find his own star. He knows it's there, but it's nowhere to be seen. He could locate it just yesterday, but now he can't. But when you're there, it shines ever so brightly: when you say everything is going to be okay, when you tell him he's doing a wonderful job, when you tell him he's been working hard. The star's always been there, but he can see it now, ever so clearly, thanks to you.

Sometimes, Nazuna thinks he's greedy. He wants to spend more time on his career, working on his idol skills and helping Ra*bits reach new opportunities to shine- but at the same time, he wants to spend time with you. He wants time for you to look at him, to make him feel more whole than work could ever. There was a certain fulfillment that Nazuna feels when you spend time with him. Even if it's just the little moments- cuddling on the couch when both of you are home, cooking dinner when he comes back early- he really treasures those to an extent he could never, ever truly describe.

If there's one thing Nazuna doesn't understand about himself, it's that he doesn't crave physical affection for himself as much as he gives it. Of course, he absolutely enjoys giving it, like taking a deep breath of the freshest air atop the greatest mountain, but when given to him, he doesn't quite know how to react. He loves it, no doubt; he wouldn't trade it for anything else, but it's something he finds himself momentarily freezing at. The more sudden it is, the more noticeable the pause is to him. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve it, as much as you tell him that he does. Sometimes he feels that he isn't good enough to deserve such a thing, but over time, his heart and mind opens up little by little, each touch unlocking a small part of his heart.

NARUKAMI ARASHI

— giving { gifts, words of affirmation

Arashi would give you the world if she could. To her, you're her everything, and if you wanted something, you should have it. If she could, she'd pluck out the stars from the universe, the prettiest ones, and present them to you. There is rarely anything else that brings her more happiness to her when your face beams from receiving a gift she had picked out for you, after spending hours searching for just the right gift. Meaning, usability, aesthetics- all of these are considered in her gift search, which she does quite well- it's one of her talents, she supposes. It may take long for her, but she enjoys every second of it, hoping to see the smile she loves so dearly.

There isn't a second that goes by the Arashi doesn't believe you're wonderful. To her, you're the star she revolves around, the one too bright to touch, the one who shines so bright she doesn't know what to do with herself. She doesn't know if she's worthy to even be so close to you, but what she does know is that you're the most amazing person she's ever met, and she's not afraid in the slightest to tell you. It's nothing but the truth to her, and while she knows you're not perfect, she loves that about you too. She's not perfect either, so how could she ever expect you to?

— receiving { quality time, words of affirmation

There's nothing else that gets her more excited on her toes, circling dates on the calendar and inspiring her imagination than spending time with you. When she's with you, she can't but feel light as air, walking on clouds and kissed by sunshine. It doesn't matter where you lead her, as long as the two of you are together. She's swept away by you, as she takes your hand and she's overcome by admiration and love for you. Her expression can't help but beam; she doesn't even know what she's doing, but all she knows is that being there with you is so right, and she would never, ever want to leave that place beside you.

It's the way she feels that she's finally able to cry, to let it all out, to let the rainclouds finally let the droplets fall into the deep ocean, one by one in its pitter-patter as it hits the ocean's surface. It's the way that each of her thoughts realized, cemented, and accepted as valid when the rain finally hits the ocean, when you tell her that she can tell you everything that's been on her mind. It's the way that the sky clears, even just a little bit, when you tell her that she's been doing well, that she's beautiful as is. It's the way it feels as if you let the sun out, breathing warmth among a damp, cold layer of air within the sphere of her mind.

SUOU TSUKASA

— giving { quality time, gifts, acts of service

There was something Tsukasa hadn't been able to say during his confession to you: it was that he wanted to give you not only his love and support, but he also wanted to give you a lifestyle. And even though he never got to say it, that didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. In every way possible, Tsukasa wanted to bring the same happiness you brought him, even more so. It was his noble goal, his mission of utmost importance. Making memories to cherish for years to come was something he wanted to give to you, moments where your smile shone more than his and moments where you were able to focus on him and him only. Those were more precious than life itself, and it was something he felt was part of his duty as your lover.

While Tsukasa knew full well that you loved him rather than the things he gave you, he can't help but pick out things that you'd love. Each of his gifts meant something, from "I love you" to "thank you for staying with me". Each time, it was as if there was a note placed within your heart, neatly folded and carefully prepared. It was gently placed inside, as he slips the gift into your hands as you close your eyes or as the blush on his face surfaces as his hand touches yours, as he delivers his feelings through this simple yet meaningful action. He hopes that this message is delivered to you, even without words.

Tsukasa always finds more ways to say "I love you". It isn't just words, because words simply aren't enough to describe the overflow of emotions he has for you. It's not just love, it's admiration and respect as well. It's when the pot of love boils over that his smile becomes vibrant, glowing, but not blinding, as you take his hand when he helps you over a large puddle in the sidewalk next to the mini river making its way to the drain. The pot of love overflows again when you wake up, when Tsukasa finds himself fixing up your hair before he even knows what he's doing. The pot of love simply can't hold itself when he helps you with just about anything, anything for you to take his hand and accept the love that can't help but pour out of his heart.

— receiving { words of affirmation & physical affection

His skin heats up and his heart races when you touch him, but he's never opposed to it. He feels as if he's being lured towards a great treasure, and he can't stop walking towards it. It's the way that your skin against his feels, the way he can't help but want more of it. It's almost as if he's been struck by magic, lured by your sweet voice. But he doesn't mind in the slightest; in fact, it's the way he feels safe, oddly content in your arms, something he rarely ever felt before meeting you. He can't help but want just one more before you leave, one more kiss before you head off for another day at work. He can't help but accept that in fact, you are real, the partner of his dreams, the second half to the puzzle he had desperately needed.

For most, it would simply just be words, but to Tsukasa, it was music. It was a special kind of music, one which didn't have a particular beat, nor a particular structure or sound. But what made it so catchy, so catchy that he'd listen to it every second, was the sense of belonging he felt as he listened to your words of "You're doing wonderful, my dear". It was a sense of validation that hooked him, more addictive than any melody he had ever heard. It was a song meant for him, in which he both treasured and longed for. It was music to his ears, and nobody else's, and he'd prefer if it was kept that way.

SENA IZUMI

— giving { acts of service, quality time, & gifts

His hands move before he thinks, but it's never a bad thing, in this case. For Izumi, his love is the one opening the door for you, carrying your things, moving hair out of your eyes. He's a quick thinker, but his love for you is not to be underestimated, even by his own thoughts. He feels before he thinks, as his brain is temporarily filled with love, as it takes over his actions before letting his brain handle the rest. It's the love in his body that catches you before you'd hit the ground when you fall, that brings you away from strangers who may not do you good, that answers questions for you in awkward situations. Even though he isn't thinking when he makes those decisions, he doesn't regret it at all, because it feels so right to do this for you.

As much as Izumi enjoys traveling on his own, taking modeling jobs from around the globe and performing for Knights, he has a longing to stay right beside you, doing something you enjoy. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do, as long as you're safe, having fun, and right by him. He just wants to take the time to be with you, to hold your hand and simply take you in. You'd enraptured his mind, and he simply can't miss a single moment. When he can give you that happiness, there isn't a single chance that he isn't as happy as you are.

To Izumi, everything is about you. It's still about him, somewhat- it's his life- but somehow, everything connects to you. He always finds himself thinking about what you'd think about this, or if you would like that, or if you'd like to try what he's trying. When Izumi is away, he always has an eye out for things you'd like. Perhaps he's developed a you sensor, a sensor that identifies things that you'd like, things that you notice, and things that you don't like- those things he should avoid. He has a keen eye on what to buy for you when he's out; there isn't a trip where he comes back with nothing for you. After all, you're on his mind so much, that not bringing something back for you would be a betrayal to both himself and you.

— receiving { words of affirmation

To Izumi, your words are like the key to his heart. He had closed it off, built walls of impenetrable alloy and barriers set up to protect a soft inside. He was scared, that someone would break that barrier, but the way you had opened it, it was so gentle. It was the way that the key fit right into a hole made right for it, the way it opened so easily that he surrendered himself to you when you reassured him. It was the way that the doors he didn't even know he had built opened without a squeak, that the soft inside was finally able to breathe and he could finally let the tears out.

TSUKINAGA LEO

— giving { words of affirmation & physical affection

There are so many songs that could be written about you- and Leo would write them all. His words come out so naturally, the way he shows that he loves how you do what you do. More often than not, he doesn't realize that he's complimenting you. It's what he feels is true, and it's true to him. It's random, like a ding goes off in his brain, and his mouth opens to tell you how cool he thinks you are. It's a constant in his mind, the way he thinks you're amazing and the best person ever to him. It's a thing that comes naturally to him, because you're his muse.

It's the way he feels that he can be himself when he's near you that gravitates him to you. He can't help but place a kiss on your cheek, because he's so happy to be around you. He can't help but wrap his arms around you, because he feels comfortable around you. He can't help but bury his head in the crook of your neck, because he feels like he can be himself when he's around you. He can't help but bring his lips to yours, because he simply loves you so much. He can't help but feel so happy around you, because he knows he can love you and you love him too.

— receiving { quality time, acts of service

He's running, running to chase something so near, yet so far- and when he finally catches it, a bright smile appears on his expression, and he's overcome by happiness. That's what it was like for Leo, until he met you. He loves it when you pay attention to him and only him for a few moments. He feels like he has the world, and he's the luckiest person on the planet. He smiles ever so brightly when you do so, and he pays attention only to you in return. You're the cause of the bright smile he looks so gorgeous in, and he's so glad he's finally caught what he was looking for- you.

Leo rarely says more than a "thanks!" when you do something for him, but he hopes that you know that he truly means it from the bottom of his heart. It's the small things that make him feel more free: opening the door for him, bringing paper and pens for him to write his music on when he gets inspiration, waking him up in the morning on time. It's the small things that he doesn't have to do himself anymore that allows his mind to be set free, to think creatively and of the thoughts he wants to have, not the thoughts he should have otherwise.

SAKUMA RITSU

— giving { physical affection

Ritsu is stuck to you- not literally, though it may seem that way to some. He can't seem to separate himself from you; he needs you, he needs to feel you. You bring the moonlight into the darkness he traverses, and if he loses sight of that moonlight, he won't know where he's going anymore. So, please, don't leave him, and keep guiding him. His hands move to your face, around your body, close to his as his heart beats to the rhythm of yours. The moonlight warms him in the coolness of night, as he buries his head into your warmth and kisses you all over.

— receiving { quality time, words of affirmation

Time stops when you're with him. He's transported to a different world, where it's just you and him. When you look at him only, he feels like he's floating, without worries and only looking at you like how you only look at him. He enjoys having all of your attention to himself; it fills his heart more than anything else. It's almost as if this "different realm" is bringing him in, but he's bringing the realm to him; he always wishes to spend time with you, and it makes him infinitely happy when you accept his invitation. And when you do, he feels like he's finally found his source of warmth, a place where he knows he won't be alone and someone to keep by his side for all time to come.

Take his hand, and fill his soul. Before you, Ritsu had felt that if he did something wrong, or even if he didn't, he'd be abandoned. A room with a fireplace, warm and cozy, was bound to run out of wood sooner or later, and he'd be alone again. But when you tell him that you'd be by his side forever, and that you love being with him, that you have no reason to leave him and that you feel safe beside him, he feels that the fire won't run out, and the room will be warm for a long time to come.

WORD COUNT | 3,314 words

NOTES FROM QIAN | hello.... this was an impulse decision to write, and i hope it's enjoyable !! if you want a pt. 2 with different characters pls let me know <3 also if you liked this post, please reblog it! it would mean a lot to me (and to other writers too, when you reblog their works too)

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I don't knwo if you've heard of this, but on instagram, there are a lot of people doing those kind of trigger!people video skits, like pick-me girls and toxic girl best friends, guys who think every one wants to date them, etc etc. Anyway, i w as watching one of those for 'work wives' and i would love to see a kc drabble based on that if youre still taking requests! like klaus/caroline getting all jealous when they see teh other getting flirted with. thanks!

Hi, nonnie! I have seen one or two that have popped up on my feed, but I've never really given thought to that as a klaroline drabble up till now! You're right, this made for a great idea, hope you like it!

xxx

Caroline smiled at Klaus’s assistant, who grinned back tiredly. “Hey, Caroline. Surprise visit?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding up the bag of sushi she had picked up. “Thought I'd pop by for lunch.”

“He’s in a meeting, but he’ll be done in five minutes, do you want to wait inside?”

“Sure.”

“I'll just put a call for him through, and you—”

“Sophie, call Klaus and tell him to meet for lunch,” said a snotty voice beside her, and Caroline stiffened. She turned her head to see a tall blonde woman leaning over Sophie’s desk, watching her as she raised an eyebrow.

“Um, actually, Camille, Caroline here was going to meet Klaus for lunch, she’s going to wait inside—”

The woman whipped her head around to look at Caroline, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”

“I'm the wife of the man you demanded to meet for lunch, who are you?” Caroline snapped.

The woman laughed. “Oh, you're the wife.”

The wife? Excuse her.

She smiled. “Sorry, I've never seen you here before. I nearly forgot Klaus was married.”

Oh, she did, did she? How convenient.

The woman continued blithely. “It’s just that, we meet every single day, and though he talks about you, I've never seen your face.”

This woman was clearly stupid and blind. If she met Klaus every day how had she not noticed the photos of her on his desk?

“Who are you?” Caroline repeated, cutting her off.

“Oh, my name is Camille. Klaus hasn’t mentioned me? I'm what the people call his,” Camille winked, causing Caroline’s blood to boil, “work wife.”

“Literally no one calls you that, Camille,” Sophie droned monotonously, her eyes fixed on the computer screen before her.

Camille gritted her teeth and turned back to Caroline. “Like I said,” she smiled. “Work wife. We have lunch every single day, but it’s…nice, that you’ve popped by. Gives us the chance to get to know each other.”

Oh, like hell was she going to eat lunch with this bitch. Caroline was going kill her if she had to spend more time with her.

“Actually, this was going to be like a date thing.” Caroline smiled at her, the same fake smile she had perfected during her years as cheerleading captain in high school.

Camille’s smile turned brittle. “Oh, don’t worry, Klaus and I have a few things to discuss anyway, we’ll be done soon. This is important, I'm sure you understand.”

Um, no, she does not fucking understand. What was the bitch’s problem?

“Mr Mikaelson!” Sophie called out, her tone relieved. “Thank god you're—I mean, your wife is here.”

“I can see that, Sophie, thank you.” Klaus’s smile is broad, and he walks over to where she’s standing briskly, leaning down to give her a long kiss. “Hello, love,” he grinned. “Fancy meeting you here. Can't say I'm disappointed. I have missed you.”

Caroline’s annoyance melted at his adoring smile. “So did I. So I brought lunch, hope that’s okay. I finished my reports and my boss told me to go home since I've logged more hours than I have to for the week.”

“My wife, ever the overachiever,” Klaus teased, kissing her on the lips once again. “I'd love to have lunch, my meeting just ended—”

“Actually, Klaus, we have those reports to get to, remember?” Camille’s snotty voice tore her out of her happiness bubble, and before she could retort, Klaus turned to her, placing his hand on the small of Caroline’s back.

“We can get to those later, Camille, I haven’t seen Caroline in ages, I want to have lunch with her.”

“I can stay, if that’s what you want. We can get those done faster anyway.”

“Later, Camille.” Klaus’s tone booked no argument and Caroline couldn’t resist flashing Camille the smuggest look she could muster up as she and Klaus turned around and walked into his office.

“I'm so sorry I don’t have much time, but it’s lovely to see you, sweetheart, and I intent to make the mo—”

Caroline cut him off with a swift kiss, standing on her tiptoes and giggling against his lips when he made a surprised sound. “That was nice,” he said dazedly when she pulled away, walking over to his desk to perch herself up on it as she opened the cartons of takeout, sliding one over to him as he sat down in his chair. “Any occasion?”

Caroline scoffed. “Do I need an occasion to make out with my very hot husband?”

Klaus smirked. “I suppose not. Is there, however?”

“No,” Caroline replied, affronted. “Who’s the bitch who keeps flirting with you?” came the mumbled addition after five seconds.

Klaus looked at her, amused. “Ah. You met Camille.”

“Hell yeah, I met Camille,” Caroline muttered, stabbing her sushi with a chopstick. “She called herself your work wife. What the fuck is that?”

Klaus sighed. “I honestly don’t know why she keeps calling herself that, no one calls her that. Besides, you don’t need to get upset, I only have one wife, whom I love very much,” he added, winking at Caroline.

Caroline couldn’t resist the small smile that spread across her face at his statement, and looked down into the box to hide her blush. “You eat lunch with her every day?” She couldn’t help but ask, hating that her voice sounded so small.

Klaus smiled, stood up and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Caroline, sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Camille’s just a colleague.”

“I know that, I trust you!” Caroline protested. “It’s just that…she gets to see you for so long every day, and I only see you when you get home and in the morning—”

“And I miss you every day. And I eat lunch with a big group of people, love, not just her. She’s just being petty because she likes me.”

Caroline scoffed, shoving him lightly. “You're so full of yourself.”

“Not to worry, I do like it when you become jealous,” Klaus said cheerfully.

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “I'm not jealous.”

“Like I said, love, it’s very entertaining. And arousing,” he added shamelessly, coughing when she kicked him lightly under the table.

Caroline hummed. “Oops.”

Klaus shook his head amusedly. “The things I let you get away with.”

“Because you love me.”

“That I do, so very much,” he sighed, kissing her shoulder.

xxx

Hope you liked it!

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