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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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It's just the beggining (Oscar Piastri)

Oscar hasn't done or said anything, so you're taking matters into your own hands

Note: english is not my first language. It's my first Oscar piece and I'm nervous posting this, but hopefully you enjoy it! 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: mentions reader's grandparents' health issues, mentions the situation with McLaren and Daniel, insomnia

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Hey, Y/N!", James called you once he saw you walk by his classroom, "hey", you greeted back, adjusting your books on your arms.

"There is a new kid, I'm sure you know, Oscar Piastri his name is, and apparently he's staying the long weekend too, like you", he trailed off, not knowing if he was stepping further than he should.

"Yes, I am staying, it's okay to talk about it", you gave him tight lipped smile, "well, I was hoping you'd keep him company - he's a bit shy, but he's very fun to be around and the teacher also thought it would be good since you're both staying", he reasoned as you nodded.

You had to stay back because your grandparents didn't live in England, and because of their old age and problems that naturally arose with that, your parents had to fly out and spend sometime with them, meaning you didn't have anyone back home, so you stayed. As for Oscar, you found out that he was staying back because his family was in Melbourne.

"At first, I just had online schooling, but it got trickier to manage and my dad needed to go back to work so I had to stay back", he explained when you asked him why he was there, "and I hope I can focus on racing, but you already know that", he scoffed softly.

"I don't think I do, I'm sorry", you narrowed your eyes, genuinely unaware of what he was talking about.

After he told you all about his career until that moment, as well as his hopes and dreams, he chuckled, "you really didn't know?", he wondered.

"I didn't! The girls said something about you moving here but I didn't listen much, I'm not that into gossip and my memory is like Dory's, I can never keep up with the latest who likes who and who flirted with what's his face", you earnestly replied.

For the first time since he arrived at the school, he felt like he could really trust someone and he could hope for new friendships on this side of the world.

You were there for his final race in F4, clapping at him on the podium, and even F3 and F2 despite your university deadlines, always making sure you could support him in every way you could.

"Hey, Osc", you said over the phone, setting your pen down the desk and swivelling in the chair. You wanted to get as much knowledge and experience as possible, so you applied to do a internship in a physiotherapy clinic near your apartment during the summer.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?", he asked as you could notice the antsyness on his voice.

"I'm good, it's a bit of a slow day here, my supervisor said I could read up on a few articles", you mused, "is everything okay?", you asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight", he began, "you can come to my flat if that's okay, I'll order something in since I can't be trusted in the kitchen", he suggested.

"Fine by me, I'd like that, sounds really nice", you smiled, "I'll see you soon, then", you added, not wanting to dwell much on the fact that he didn't answer your question.

When you left the clinic, you walked to Oscar's place since the sun had graced you for the day and it was still nice to be out. Knocking on the door, you waited for him to open it, "I'm still in my scrubs as I didn't see the need to change", you said as you walked inside, hugging Oscar after dropping your backpack on the floor.

"Hey, you look nice, don't worry about it", he smiled as he led you to the living room, "I had to go and get the take out myself, but it's still warm", he said as you sat at the dining table.

"Now can you tell me if there's something wrong?", you wondered as you poured some of the wine he kept for you at his place on your glass.

"I have something to tell you actually", he played with his glass while he fought the smile on his lips, "this weekend I finally had some conversations with McLaren", he began.

"McLaren?", you asked as you served yourself of the food in front of you, taking some bimi brocoli and then some of the warm noodles.

"Yes, McLaren. We finally spoke about contracts and, this morning, I signed the official driver contract for next season", he stated as if he was saying that the sun had been out today.

"You did what? Since when has this been in the works?", you gasped, dropping the kitchen utensils and looking at him intently, "you're driving for McLaren next season?", he nodded, "like, driving on track? Oh my Goodness, Oscar! That's amazing!", you got up and hugged him, "why didn't you lead with that?", you pinched the nape of his neck playfully as you kept the tears from falling from your eyes. This was his dream and he was getting to live it as early as the end of the year when pre season preparations began.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone", he shrugged his shoulders.

"But how? This is huge, Oscar!", you smiled, your teeth showing and eyes squinting with how high your cheeks rose.

"There were a lot of conversations about it, specially the last few weeks", Oscar explained, "they still want to keep it quiet", he warned.

"So you're driving alongside Lando?", you wondered. You only followed motorsport and the Formula series because of your bestfriend, so the assumption you made was based on what you had seen and read.

"Yes, hence why they want to keep it quiet, I've only told you and my family", he mentioned, "my manager knows that, obviously, but I really need you to keep quiet about it", he smiled.

"Absolutely, don't worry!", you assured, "this is so amazing Oscar! You're going to drive in Formula One! Aren't you amazed?", you beamed.

"I put in the work too, you know?", he dramatically feigned offense as you hugged him tighter, "this is your dream, Osc", you cooed, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you swayed you both around, "I'm so proud of you", you hiccuped, holding his head close to your lips so you could kiss his forehead.

"Let's eat, this is getting cold", your best friend urged as the situation for more intimate and brought you closer and closer to the thing he had been avoiding for nearly a year.

The feelings he had been arbouring for you weren't just friendship. How could he keep himself from being in love with you? You had been there with him and for him when he was alone in a new country, being the other shy kid that spent the long weekend im boarding school, and since then you had been attached by the hip. You were kind, caring, intelligent, beautiful inside and outside and anyone would be a fool to not see why Oscar felt the way he did about you.

"I'm just going to a training camp, Y/N, I do these every year!", Oscar reasoned as you groaned.

"Who am I going to complain to about university? Or how noisy my neighbours are? I'm going to die of boredom", you stated, "when you come back, I will have ceased to exist because of boredom and lack of attention", you exaggeratedly threw yourself on your sofa.

"You won't, silly", he chuckled, pulling you up since his trainer was picking him up soon, "you're going to go out and enjoy yourself, okay? You'll barely notice I'm gone", he tried as you helped him with his suitcases down to the door.

"I'll miss you", you muttered as you hugged him, "enjoy your training camp!", you smiled as you pulled away, waving at him before you made your way to your place.

Getting on with the project you had to hand in at the end of the week, you got it all through to the end, leaving time to proofread later.

You clicked on the folder where you kept your photos and videos, looking through them and reliving all of the memories you had in there.

Most of them had Oscar somehow, wether it was a screen grab from one of your FaceTime calls when he was at races, picnics in the park and lazy days at your place.

You had to admit it, for your sake and Oscar's sake as your friendship was on the line. At first you thought it was just the fact that a boy seemed to want to spend time with you, so you put it to that. Recently, however, things changed perspective and you felt stronger feelings and emotions when you thought about him.

You loved spending time with him and cherished every single hour he chose to spend with you whenever he didn't have racing related duties. Every time he hugged you, you clung just a little longer to feel hia body against yours and his arms enveloping you.

Whenever someone approached you in the rare times you went out clubbing with your friends, "I have a boyfriend" became more a wish and a need rather than some made up excuse to get guys to leave you alone.

So, to sum it up, you either had an honest conversation with him or continued to dwell on feelings you couldn't keep to yourself.

"Y/N just sent me a picture of her notes, can you believe they ask them to know all of that?", he showed his trainer Kim while they had lunch after a strenuous workout.

"I had to learn most of that, too", he said nonchalantly, not necessarily diminishing your competences and intelligence but letting Oscar know that maybe his infatuation with you had a source elsewhere.

"Y/N is very smart, I'm sure she'll do really well - oh, she sent me a picture, she's all dressed up!", he said as he inspected the mirror picture. He assumed it was a requirement for your presentation, as you usually preferred comfy attire, since you had a pair of trousers and a shirt, some small heels on your feet and your bright smile that left him feeling butterflies in his stomach every single time, "she looks gorgeous", he said as he texted you the same words along with wishes of good luck.

"Something you'd like to say?", Oscar quesioned when he felt Kim's eyes on him as he put the phone back on the table, screen down.

"I'm just here wondering why you're not together", the trainer offered simply after he wiped his mouth on the napkin.

"No, we are not together, at least not yet", he mused. The thought had crossed his mind, admitting how he felt about you before the season began. If everything went belly up and you didn't feel the same and didn't see him that way, he would occupy his time and channel all of his energy into racing; if you did feel the same, he would have been worrying for nothing and would have a extra spring up his step for his first season in Formula One.

"Good to know you're working on it", Kim waved his fork at Oscar, "now we need to finish this and we'll do some recovery stretches", he announced as Oscar groaned, prolonging his meal as long as he could.

Today, Oscar was coming back from Lanzarote and you couldn't wait to speak to him. Lately, it all dawned on you.

It happened a couple of nights ago, a slight insomnia episode keeping you up when you thought about what things would be like from now on. Oscar would travel a lot more, and he would be in a much public role compared to his previous one. It would seem stupid to other people, but a lot more people would know him, and you were sure they would fall in love with him. How could they not? Hence why you wanted to quit those thoughts while you were ahead of them.

I'm on the cab to your place, it should take another 10 minutes and Can't wait to see you, Oscar texted you just as you finished tidying your living room.

You missed him dearly, so when you threw yourself into his arms, you didn't let go as he kicked his suitcases into your apartment while still holding close to him, "I kind of need to get my backpack off my back, and I can't do that if I don't set you somewhere - only for a bit at the very least", Oscar suggested after trying to balance you against his body with one arm but he didn't feel safe enough to let you go without you falling.

Reluctantly, you got back down, feet back on the floor as he discarded his backpack before he tapped your hip twice, "up again, I want a proper hug", he mumbled as you jumped back, his hands protectively holding your thighs up as he nuzzled his face on your neck, "I need you so, so much", he sighed.

"I missed you too", you replied back, "and I don't ever want to miss you like this when I don't know how to feel about you", you forwarded. Now or never, you thought as you jumped out of his hold and faced him.

"I missed you like I have never missed you before, not even when you go a visit your family or when you went away for triple headers - and I've been trying to understand why and I finally realised what it was. I like you, more than friends like eachother - for Goodness' sake, I'm in love with you", you chuckled nervously as you admitted it out loud to him, "and everyone else will love you too - I just know it -, so soon enough you won't be my Osc anymore and I couldn't not tell you. People - and these gorgeous girls all over the world - are going to like you so much and I won't be able to compete with them, so I'm just telling you how I feel. You can leave if you want or we'll just stay here in silence of that works too, but I needed to admit my feelings", you let out in one go.

Oscar smiled, a big teeth and gums showing smile as his eyes crinkled at your words, "I'm not leaving, and we are not going to be silent - at least immediately - because I want to tell you how I feel", he began, "I'm in love with you too; I have been for about two years and only realised it a year ago, and I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to be able to kiss you, to hug you, to take you with me wherever possible, to sleep next to you, to argue with you, I want all of it. With you", he said, hand cupping your cheek as his eyes asked for consent to kiss your lips.

It was as you dreamed it would be, soft, gentle and caring, lips moving in sync as you held him by his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I thought I was loosing you to the whole F1 fandom", you chuckled, looking up at him once you pulled away.

"Of course you won't, you're my best girl", he winked, "this is just the beggining for us", he added as he pulled you to cuddle on the sofa, sharing his stories of the past days as you revelled in the feeling of being in his arms.

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tmblrcolouredpaper · 7 months

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Needed Cuddles

You feel uncomfortable on the full bus at night, but your friends are there to take care of you. They need you just as much though.

Lee Minho/ Lee Know; Hwang Hyunjin, reader

Late night conversation and comfort, walking together, care and comfort, suggestive jokes, friendship

wc: 1716

It wasn't the first time you had to be on the train during the late hours of the day. Normally, the darkness didn't scare you, but it was a completely different story when you were surrounded by masses of people that you didn't know, that you haven't even seen before. On top of that, today's train got cancelled and you had to take the substituting bus. Therefore, the route was another factor of unfamiliarity.

After contemplating for good 20 minutes wether you should call Minho or not, you gave in, because your silent tears that made their way down your cheeks were a significant indicator for highly needed comfort.

'Hello?', sounded from your phone, followed by some audible steps and a final flop onto the sofa, you assumed.

'Hi', you whispered, because on one hand you didn't want to disturb the other passengers, and on the other hand you didn't trust your voice to not immediately tremble.

'You okay?', Minho asked without hesitation, his voice worried.

'Yes, it's just...', you trailed off and tried to find words that didn't feel totally silly.

You're an adult. For god's sake, you should be able to get home from work without crying.

to your friend about it.

'Breathe', Minho instructed, well aware of your habit to unvoluntarily hold your breath.

You felt better right away. Breathing helped, but so did hearing his voice.

'I'm on the bus', you managed to tell him and he hummed, waiting for you to continue.

'It's full here and dark. I got a seat, but I can't see much. It's dark', you stammered and fixated some lights in the distance.

'How long do you have to be on the bus?', he asked and you checked the app.

'One hour', you mumbled and hated everything about the situation you found yourself in.

'Keep breathing. Can you count the number of lights you see in the next five minutes? Say the numbers out loud to me, yeah? Can you do that?', he requested and you nodded, but then you remembered he wasn't here and couldn't see you, so you quickly added a hushed 'yes'.

'What's you favorite colour?', he suddenly asked and you responded, 'Red?', in confusion.

There were some street lanterns, so you counted, 'one , two, three, four, five'.

Minho didn't give you a break and asked:'Ass or tits?'

You chuckled, because you were too shy to burst out in laughter. You were in public after all.

'What?', you asked, now ultimately confused.

'Do you. Prefer. My ass. Or my tits', he repeated slower and overly pronounced.

'Hmmm. That's a tough question', you announced and added the numbers six to eleven on the lights list.

'Come on. Feel free to sexualize me. You won't get the chance too often', he chuckled and you wished you were at home already. His laugh sounded even prettier in person.

'That's a very limited amount of options. I can't choose!', you exclaimed and focoused on your breath a bit more again.

'Okayy. Then, do you prefer cuddling with Hyunjin or me?', he switched the question.

'Hey. Don't do that', you whispered and really strongly wished you were home.

'Lights?', he asked and you answered by saying 'thirteen'.

'He doesn't have a chance against me, right?', he added and you could vividly imagine his grin.

'Actually, I'd rank him higher than you', you joked.

'Ouch. Well, okay. No cuddles for you once you're home. And I was looking forward to holding and consoling you the whole night, but, oh well...', he sighed dramatically.

'I'll just go to Hyunjin's room then', you provoked further.

'You didn't call Hyunjin but me tho', he said seriously and you have to give him that point, but only because you didn't want to disturb Hyunjin in his evening's art routine.

'You also can't choose between his ass and tits, because they are basically nonexistent, making me a better cuddling partner. Choose wisely, dear idiot' Minho added and his time was funnily philosophical, as if he would spread holy wisdom.

All he achieved was making you smile at the ridiculousy. You felt lighter than before the call and added two more lights to the list.

Fifteen was the final number after the given time frame of five minutes and after another check-in about your current state and the assurance that you felt better, Minho started talking about his day, telling you many details down to the fur pattern of every cat he saw in the streets.

The bus stopped at the final destination and you got off happily. The people around you spread into various directions and when you finally got a clear view onto your path that leads home, you were paralysed in surprise due to the unexpected visitor that was smiling at you.

'Minho! When did you go to Hyunjin?', you almost screamed into the phone and were only met with Minho's evil laughter.

'There is this thing called texting and it works while being on a phone call, you dumbass', he explained and hung up with no further comment.

Hyunjin stepped in front of you, snatched your bag away and pulled you into a hug. His hair was pushed back with a hairband and there was some dried paint on his neck and when he pulled away, you found some more spots on his hands.

'I didn't want to disturb you', you mumbled, guilt rising, because he was outside at night instead of having a cozy painting session.

'You didn't. It was Minho', he responded and giggled, pulling your bag over his shoulder.

'Sorry', you apologised anyway and nodded into the direction you had to walk to.

Hyunjin just nodded, took your hand and tucked you closer next to him while you two started walking.

You were freezing by the time you finally entered the appartment complex and you were sure it was rather due to your tiredness than the cold evening air. Hyunjin knocked on the apartment's door and Minho opened, looking bored, almost annoyed.

'Good evening', Hyunjin chirped and put on an extra cheerful and energized character to annoy Minho who was clearly tired and impatient at this late hour.

'Go lick some more paint', Minho mumbled, but contrary to his words, patted Hyunjin's shoulder in a friendly manner and smiled at him, nonverbally thanking him.

Hyunjin just shook his head and gave you a quick goodbye hug and handed you your bag.

Stepping into the dorm was the best feeling you could have imagined this evening. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but actually, you were to tired to give into even one of those impulses.

Minho trailed off into the kitchen and you went to take a shower. There was a cup of ramen and a glass of water on the living room table once you returned, originally because you wanted to go to bed. However, Minho called you and told you to eat.

'You need energy after today's stress', he reminded you and watched you until you finished everything he put in front of you. He vanished and returned with freshly cut peaches once and another time with some chocolate, because according to him, chocolote was necessary to finish an overwhelming day. Of course, you didn't dare to disagree.

With freshly brushed teeth you finally made your way to your room and layed down, quickly texting Minho and Hyunjin messages to express how thankful you were for them being there for you this evening and then in no time sleep took over your tired mind and body.

You woke up at the sound of someone knocking on your door and when it cracked open slightly, the light from the living room entered.

'What?', you groaned and got Minho's chuckle as an response.

'Did I wake you?', he then proceeded to ask and you told him that, yes, this was the fucking case.

'Just wanted to say that you did well today', he mumbled and you, still half asleep and barely registering his words, nodded.

'Okay. What do you want?', you grumbled, honestly pissed that he woke you up.

'I promised you cuddles', he said cutely and you hated it, but laughed after all.

'You big baby. Be honest, do you want some cuddles?', you asked, fully aware of his enjoyment of regular cuddle sessions that he always claimed to just be kinda okay with and is mainly doing them, because you or the others needed them.

'Nah, I don't. Just thought you wanted', he huffed and was about to close the door again, but you hurried out of bed and held onto the door. The blanked was halfly wrapped around one leg, luckily didn't cause you to stumble, and you noticed that you were still holding onto one plushie. You laughed at this observation and Minho eyed you up and down and laughed as well.

'You're embaressing', he joked and patted the plushie in your arm.

'So are you. Just for the record, you would be trapped in my arms just like this little furball here, when I'd have to get up while we cuddled', you said, nodding down.

Minho pulled the plushie away from you.

'You'd let someone pull me away that easily too?', he questioned.

'If it was someone I trust, then yes', you explained and saw Minho's eyes widen.

Absently, he handed you back plushie.

'Can we now cuddle? I'm too tired to make you ask for them yourself', you whined and went back to bed.

Minho closed the door and followed you. He freed you from the blanket trap and tucked you in, before he pulled you into his frame, holding you close.

'You did well today too, Minho', you mumbled against him and buched his bangs out of his eyes.

'Thanks. Are you okay now?'.

He pulled the blanket over himself and you pushed the pillow further under his head. He dropped into it with a content sigh.

'I'm okay. I'm so tired, I'll be gone in two seconds', you announced and Minho hummed in recognition.

'I needed those cuddles today as well', he whispered, but you were already back asleep, the plushie squeezed between you two and one arm thrown around Minho's waist, pinning him comfortably close to you for the next few hours.

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siilvan · 8 months

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bloodsport – IV

prologue | one | two | three | next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: your first time back in the field is a whirlwind of emotions, especially after being forced to rely on yet another enemy. new information is revealed, and you realize that a drastic action may be the only way to fix this mess.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood/injuries, poorly written spec-ops, allusions to trauma and stress, reader has a bit of a breakdown, graves lol

word count: 6k

note: giving a quick PSA here— please be mindful about what y'all write. i know this fic is about a very controversial and problematic character, but i try to be mindful about how i portray him and his actions. don't romanticize things that should not be romanticized, and be respectful to people. COD as a whole is problematic, but that doesn't mean we need to be a shitty community. support real victims, don't spread hate. easy peasy.

also, yes, i changed my formatting. the little text is too hard to read without my glasses, so... yeah. hope it's not ugly now :)

you spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying but failing to will yourself to fall asleep. soap texts you shortly before the sun comes up - a picture of himself and the rest of the team, posing for the camera. they're covered in dirt and ash, exhaustion apparent in their eyes, but the image is enough to make you crack a smile.

you give them a few hours, pulling yourself out of bed after sunrise and occupying yourself with mundane tasks around the house, before picking up the phone and calling price.

"hey, captain. sorry for calling so early." you chuckle, leaning against the arm of the couch.

"don't worry about it," price clears his throat, hoarse from fatigue, and you wonder for a second if he was asleep before you called. "was just finishing some paperwork. what d'you need?"

a low sigh escapes from you. "i know it's only been a day, but... can i come back? i really want to get back to work."

you can hear papers shuffling from his end. "i know you want to work, but we just can't take the risk—"

"there isn't going to be any risk," you assert, raising your voice slightly and interrupting him. you pause and wet your lips, speaking in a softer tone again. "please, captain, i know i can handle it. i just want to get back to normal already."

the line is quiet for a long moment, with price silently deliberating over your request. you shift nervously, gripping the phone tighter as you wait impatiently for a response.

finally, after you shift for the umpteenth time, he exhales deeply.

"i'll see if i can convince laswell, okay?" he concedes. you can hear his chair creaking as he leans back - you're assuming, at least. "pack your bags. i'll send a transport helicopter in an hour."

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that's how you ended up at base again, with the team welcoming you back with open arms. laswell initially rejected the idea, stating the same concerns as before, but price managed to sway her after some discussion.

so, now you're in a meeting room, gathered around a table with lists, blueprints, names, pictures— any and all of the intel that the task force has gotten their hands on, scattered across the surface. you blink when price raps his knuckles against the tabletop, drawing your attention.

it's laswell who talks, shooting a glance around the table to address the group. "as you're all aware, shadow company has been a target of the konni group in recent times," she starts, sending you a cursory look, asking you for confirmation. you nod, and she continues. "not only have they been fighting the group head-on in al-mazrah, but there's been several incidents with undercover konni operatives in their ranks."

"good, let 'em fuckin' deal with it." soap remarks, earning noises of agreement from gaz, ghost, and yourself. price and laswell aren't as entertained by it.

"general shepherd, commander graves, and their men betrayed us." laswell pauses before letting out a heavy sigh. "i know none of you were happy about the ceasefire, and i know that you were furious when graves resurfaced. but, besides farah's forces, shadow company is our strongest ally."

"—and the only one capable of making any strong moves without risking an all-out war." price adds, shaking his head. everyone's displeased with the situation, that much is obvious.

"where are you goin' with this?" ghost asks. a tense silence fills the room for a long moment, making you shift awkwardly.

laswell motions towards the door on the far side of the room with her head. you cast your gaze in the same direction, watching as the door is pushed open.

as if on cue, the very man that should've been buried in flames in las almas walks into the room. the shadow himself. philip graves.

"oh, fuck off." soap growls at the man, looking ready to lunge at him from across the table. ghost steps forward and, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reaching for his sidearm. gaz and price are eerily quiet while glaring daggers at him, and you immediately feel the blood rush to your ears as every nerve commands you to shoot him yourself.

"i know this isn't ideal," laswell attempts to placate all of you, though the cold stare she regards him with betrays her calm demeanor. "but, for now, we're allies. we have a bigger threat to worry about."

"yeah, those konni guys are, uh..." graves perks up, languidly sauntering up to the table. he purses his lips for a second, thinking, before clicking his tongue. "real troublesome. i've lost a lot of good men thanks to them."

"good." ghost mutters, straightening himself next to soap.

price cuts through the tension with a wave of his hand. "alright, none of us want this, but we've got no other options." he grumbles. "konni's moving towards urzikstan. if we want to stop 'em, then we need to cooperate."

you eye graves from your peripherals, recalling the information that makarov gave you a couple weeks ago. graves isn't in on shepherd's plan, but he's likely the only person who knows the general's whereabouts. you need to say something while you still can. how will he take the news, though? he's betrayed you before, he'll do it again if it benefits him.

"petra, you listening?" laswell's voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts. you divert your attention back to her and notice that everyone's focus is on you.

"i have something i need to say," you blurt out. you need to bring up the general before he potentially ropes graves in.

you receive a collection of interested stares, urging you to go on.

"when i was captured, i managed to get some information," you drop your gaze, narrowing your eyes at the documents laid out. "we're not just fighting konni and al-qatala. some of the forces occupying al-mazrah are under shepherd's command."

the silence that falls over the room is almost deafening. the group balks at you with shock and confusion written on their expressions, until graves huffs out a laugh.

"general shepherd's 'forces' are my men. i can assure you, petra, that none of my shadows are workin' with konni." he says with a lopsided smile, confident as ever.

you turn to face graves fully, grimacing. "i'm not talking about your shadows. shepherd has another group under his command."

"what group?" price asks.

"cia operatives. ex-soldiers, specifically." you turn back, eyes flitting between price and laswell. "he's sending men undercover. the unmarked mercenaries that we keep encountering? that's them."

laswell shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. "where did you get this information?"

you freeze. your mouth opens to say makarov's name, but for some reason, you hesitate. with a deep inhale, you blink away the odd feeling and force the words past your lips.

"makarov. i'm not sure why, but he told me about it."

yet another unbearable tension befalls the group; you're getting close to ripping your hair out over it. as if reading your thoughts, gaz speaks up.

"you know about this?" he says, directed at graves. he's tight-lipped, glowering at him.

graves doesn't respond, letting the question hang in the air. he looks just as surprised as the rest of you - makarov was telling the truth, then. shadow company isn't in on the plan. shepherd has effectively betrayed his strongest ally, to your knowledge.

"i'm sure there's an explanation," graves utters, chuckling to himself. "war's a dirty business. there's good reason to send men undercover."

"he's got part of the special activities division in his pocket." laswell says.

"isn't that where you pulled alex from?" price hums, earning a nod in reply. it's a bad situation, to say the least.

you regain everyone's attention and continue. "i don't know the full plan, but makarov suspected that shepherd's doing this to put himself back on top. start a war, get himself marked as a hero, reap the rewards."

graves raises a brow at you, amusement written on his face. "and, we should trust the judgement of a terrorist?" he says while searching the room for support.

price keeps his gaze on you, though the distant look in his eye tells you that his mind is elsewhere. "i'd trust this one's judgement." he mutters, jaw clenching.

"well, there's no point in standin' around, is there?" graves seems to bounce back quickly, shrugging off the news. "we've got a job to do and a terrorist to catch. let's focus on that."

"i'll contact farah and see if alex knows anything about the men under shepherd's command." laswell says as you all break away from the table and start to file out of the room.

"keep us updated," price nods to her before turning to the rest of you. "wheels up in thirty. we'll debrief on the way."

you breathe out a relieved sigh once everyone breaks off, heading off to finish any last minute preparations before takeoff. you linger in the corridor, running a hand down your face and groaning into the palm of your hand. of course, you have no choice but to work with an enemy whilst relying on intel from yet another. at least you can be open with your team about this one.

shepherd and makarov are your targets. graves comes after. take down all three, and your headaches are gone. no more doubting yourself, no more questions, no more nights spent looking at lists of crimes that make you feel sick. you can resume your not-so-peaceful life with the rest of the task force and celebrate the world being a somewhat safer place.

your phone buzzes in your pocket, distracting you from your pondering and pulling you back to the present. you frown at the name on the caller id.

it's a single letter: 'v.'

after your conversation - if you can even call it that - with makarov last night, you saved his number. putting his name in your phone is basically shooting yourself in the foot, so you saved it under a name that gives you deniability in the event someone sees it.

you duck into an empty rec room nearby and accept the call, keeping an eye on the door as you lift the phone to your ear.

"you actually picked up the phone this time." makarov remarks upon you answering. your frown deepens, brows furrowing.

"if you don't have anything important to say, i'm hanging up."

he chuckles, far too casual for your liking. "i have an update. something that i'm sure you'll be interested in."

you shift, leaning against the back of one of the couches. "what is it?"

"in case you're planning to return to al-mazrah, just know that shepherd's men have been given strict orders to target and eliminate members of the one-four-one."

a chill creeps up the back of your spine. it's an unsurprising order, but you still rack your brain as to why he gave it. does shepherd somehow know that you know about his plans? it shouldn't be possible— until the meeting that finished just minutes ago, the only people privy to the knowledge were makarov and yourself.

of course, shepherd's allies are aware of it, but the only ally of his that you've contacted is graves. you doubt that he's talked to the general in the short amount of time since, which eliminates graves as a possibility just as quickly as you suspected him.

there has to be another source. someone feeding him information, keeping the one-four-one under watch.

"shepherd's got a mole in our group." you reply, pinching the bridge of your nose. "fucking hell. he knows that we're onto him."

"'we,' lieutenant?" he comments with an amused lilt in his tone.

"my team, asshole. he's got men undercover in your group and in my squad. he's watching all of his enemies."

makarov hums, voice dropping a little. "you have a keen eye, petra. have you asked the shadow about shepherd's whereabouts, yet?" he asks, brushing past your frustration.

"haven't had the chance," you mutter. "based on his reaction to the news, i doubt he'll give it away, though. we might have to get the location ourselves."

he exhales, audible through the phone. "it would be more convenient if you could convince him to tell you."

you roll your eyes. "yeah, of course it would. just don't expect any miracles. aren't you the one with all the mysterious ways of gathering information, anyway?" you grumble sarcastically and move away from the couch, starting to pace around the room while keeping your gaze on the door.

"i can get his location if necessary, but that would eliminate your usefulness in this operation, wouldn't it?"

he's right, and you hate him for it. "you still need me to kill him." you counter bluntly.

"i can do that, too. your team wants revenge for his betrayal. this is me being charitable - don't disappoint."

makarov ends the call before you have the chance to argue, leaving you to huff to yourself in the empty room. a moment later, a head pokes around the doorway, startling you and nearly making you drop your phone when you jump.

gaz is regarding you with a sly grin as he fully reveals himself and steps into the room. your palms immediately moisten with sweat as worry floods your mind - how much did he just hear?

"so, who you talkin' to?" gaz cocks his head to the side, teasing. he's relaxed, standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you pocket your phone and flash a calm smile. "that depends. you have any guesses?"

he chuckles, lifting one of his hands to playfully stroke at his chin as he thinks. "let's see... i know you weren't home for long, but—" his grin morphs into a lopsided smirk as he eyes you suspiciously. "y'got a boyfriend?"

dear god, no.

you resist the urge to gag at the thought and shake your head. "nope, it's just a... friend of mine."

gaz leans forward, an inquisitive 'ah' tumbling from his lips. "a friend, eh? they got a name?" he asks.

"he, uh... just goes by 'v.'"

"'v?' like the letter?"

you answer with an affirmative "mhm," patting gaz on the shoulder as you brush past him. "it's a nickname i gave him. don't worry about it."

gaz groans in exasperation as you stroll towards the door, trying to ignore the way your heart races. lying is a normal part of the job, but lying to your team? generally not recommended.

"most 'just friends' don't have exclusive nicknames, you know!" gaz calls out from behind as you round the corner and start down the hall, leaving him alone.

a sick part of you finds the sentiment - makarov, being anything more than an enemy - entertaining, but your better judgement steers you back on track. you've got a mission to prepare for, and the likelihood of something going wrong is as high as ever. you need to focus on the mission and getting graves to give up shepherd.

⋆⋆⋆

shadow company's gunship is a familiar sight as you climb aboard, slipping past the groups of shadows and finding your teammates gathered around what you can only describe as the command center. graves is standing close by, though the tension is palpable as you approach.

after the aircraft lifts off is when graves talks, addressing the soldiers lining the seats of the craft.

"alright, now i know we've had our problems in the past," he starts, briefly acknowledging your group before turning back to his men. "however, none of that matters right now. the one-four-one is our ally on this mission; treat 'em like your own. copy that, shadows?"

johnny snorts from next to you. "where have we heard this before?" he mumbles.

there's a resounding "yep-yep" from his men, accompanied by several nods and looks in your direction. graves pats one of the soldiers on the shoulder and looks to price.

"think you can lay out the rest, captain."

price starts down the middle row, his voice booming even over the sounds of people checking their weapons, gear, and anxiously shifting in their seats. he moves slowly, practically stalking down the length of the gunship.

"the mission is simple: konni and al-qatala have set up bases across the city. they're using gas, heavy artillery, and stolen weapons to protect themselves." price stops for a moment and lets his gaze drag over the soldiers staring back at him. "i don't think i need to remind you shadows of what konni's done to your brothers in arms. we're going to break off into strike teams - eight men - and destroy these bases. alpha team will take the nerve center in the heart of the city. you already know your assignments."

graves speaks again once price goes quiet. "the commanders are not likely going to be in any of these field bases. but, if they are, then each and every single one of you has execute authority." he announces. "first man to bag an HVT gets a reward." he adds with a smirk, earning light laughter from several of his men.

when the speeches conclude, you settle back in your seat.

alpha team includes yourself, price, graves, and five of the shadows that graves handpicked. ghost, soap, and gaz are leading the bravo team, charged with the largest and best-guarded of the field bases. the commanding chain within shadow company are leading the other groups tasked with the bases scattered around the city.

you fish your phone out of one of your vest pockets when it buzzes, reading the notification on the screen.

there's an agent in your group 11:06 am

not a shadow. special forces. 11:06 am

you frown, angling the screen back and quickly scanning the group. everyone seems to be engrossed in conversation, giving you a chance to respond.

do you have a name? 11:07 am

not yet. he's a rookie. 11:07 am

he's stationed at the base you're staying at 11:07 am

check the files. should have transferred recently. 11:08 am

thank you. 11:08 am

don't mention it. 11:09 am

you're quick to tuck your phone away again, jolting when gaz suddenly addresses you.

"texting your boyfriend, eh?" he laughs, catching everyone's attention.

soap snorts and turns to you. "since when did you start dating?"

you wave them off, sitting up again as all eyes fall on you - even ghost, who is usually horribly uninterested in gossip.

"what are you two, schoolchildren?" you ask, earning playful noises of offense. "he's just a friend. not even a close one."

you're getting yourself caught up in a lie. a shitty one, at that. all it's doing is making people more interested in who you're talking to. at this rate, you'll get caught by the end of the day.

"bullshit— no one in this job talks to a person this much if they're not special." gaz counters, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

price chuckles. "c'mon, gaz. come off it," he lightly scolds the sergeant before looking at you. "just make sure he treats you nice, yeah?" he adds, both teasing and sincere at the same time.

"he's not my— yeah, okay. i'll remember that." you concede, slumping back in your seat.

the topic is dropped not long after, leaving you to relax as people talk around you. after a couple minutes, you can feel your eyelids start to droop, reminding you of how restless last night was. the trip's going to take a while, you might as well get some sleep while you still can.

⋆⋆⋆

everything is so hot. the sun, the ground, your clothes, the air— you.

you don't have any protective gear on, your sidearm secured in your loose grip as you stumble through the ruins where a city once stood.

that's right, you think. the city was destroyed in all the fighting. reduced to nothing more than rubble. you remember when there used to be buildings here; half-toppled and abandoned, but they stood as evidence of life nonetheless.

you falter, landing on your knee and hissing as it hits the solid ground below you. your vision starts to blur as your eyes water, forcing you to rub at them with your free hand in a desperate attempt to clear them.

when you blink rapidly, trying to force back the disorientation and bleariness, you notice a figure directly ahead of you.

an ally. a friend. someone that can help.

you force yourself to your feet and stagger towards them, sucking in a hopeful breath when they start to rush to meet you. the harsh sun— fuck, it's so hot— makes you squint, preventing you from making out a face until they're already pulling you into their embrace, strong arms holding you close to their chest.

"it's okay." their voice— his voice, reassures you softly, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head, cradling you impossibly closer. "i took care of it, my dear. you're safe now."

hot tears streak down your cheeks, dirty with sand, dust, and ash, as you wrap your arms around his middle. you try to speak, but all that comes out is a hiccup and a pathetic sob, so you resolve to burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your cries.

you're tired. exhausted, actually. for once in this career, you want to be selfish. you want to be the protected one. fighting, losing allies, killing— it never ends.

he shushes you, but even in your state, you can tell the action is unnatural. gentleness, empathy, tender care... it isn't who he is.

you manage to lift your head enough to look at him, eyes glassy with tears.

makarov stares back at you, his callous gaze betraying the way he holds you. it makes you pause, confused, as you slowly recall why you're even here.

you were fighting konni operatives. there was a missile— no, something bigger. something that decimated the city and would have taken you along with it, had you not ducked into a shelter at the very last second. when you emerged, shaken and dazed in the aftershock, you encountered al-qatala and konni mercenaries alike.

bodies scattered in the streets, men wheezing for air despite blood displacing the oxygen in their lungs and leaking from every orifice, some still trying to fight even as they collapse in heaps of pure agony, writhing on the ground alongside their brothers in arms.

you wince when his fingers trace along the edge of your jaw, his forefinger hooking under your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes after your gaze drifts away.

"their lives mean nothing," makarov whispers, barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage. "not compared to you. you're better, stronger, than them. you will serve me well. you will help me usher in a new age."

he runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, slightly chapped from the dry heat. on instinct, you part your lips, and he moves his hand to cup your face before leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

it's wrong. this is wrong.

you shouldn't be here. you shouldn't be doing this.

the kiss is a distraction, keeping you occupied as his other hand falls from its spot on your hip. you don't even notice the change until a gunshot rings out, and pain equally as burning as the kiss courses through your veins.

you can't even muster a proper cry as you pull back, one of your own hands flying to the epicenter of the pain, right in the middle of your stomach. your fingers brush against the spot, and you whimper when you lift them back up to your face. dark red stains your skin, dripping down your wrist.

"i just need to fix you first. under my guidance... you will be perfect, my dear." makarov mutters, catching you and holding you up when you crumple against him. he coos at you, sympathetic yet mocking, as he scoops you up in his arms, the world around you going dark.

⋆⋆⋆

you wake up with a start, shifting to the edge of your seat as you frantically rub at your eyes. there's an ache deep in the pit of your stomach, making you press your palm against the same spot as your dream.

this time, when you look down at your hand, you see nothing. a shaky sigh escapes from you at the sight - or, rather, the lack thereof.

"y'all right?" ghost asks, eyeing you from the seat across from you.

"yeah, yeah—" you respond, shaking off the lingering effects of the dream. "we almost there?"

price comes over, having been talking with graves some feet away, and pats your shoulder in acknowledgement. "about to touch down, actually. let's go."

you disembark alongside the rest of alpha team, taking up formation with price and graves, with the few shadow company operatives behind the three of you. reaching the building isn't a difficult task despite the many mercenaries standing between it and your team; as much as you hate to admit it, the shadows are skilled in the field, even with their misgivings.

the building is another high rise, like the one you infiltrated weeks ago, half-crumpled from the effects of the fighting in the city. price leads the group as you all enter it through a sizeable hole in the wall, clearing out the first floor with trained precision.

the group of shadows form a perimeter just outside as you investigate the interior with price and graves, finding it... empty?

"thought you said this was the nerve center," you mutter, turning to the men as they search around, equally as perplexed as you. "there's nothing here."

price shakes his head, standing up from where he was crouched over some rubble. "there was something here. they must've moved."

"they knew we were comin'." graves says with a frustrated huff. "probably just protecting it to keep up the charade. the real control center could be anywhere in the city."

the two start for the exit with you in tow. "could be outside of it for all we know. we need to contact the other squads." price replies before pausing at the threshold and angling his head upwards. you stop several feet back and send him a confused look, before a low rumbling echoes throughout the building, sending dust and small debris falling from the floors above.

the rumbling stops for a second, until a louder, harsher one follows. larger pieces of wreckage start to loosen and threaten to fall, small bits clattering against the ground.

"shit, the building's too unstable— it's gonna collapse—!" price shouts as a metal beam crashes into the ground less than twenty feet away from you.

while price and graves are able to duck out amidst the falling debris, you're forced to dive backwards after a piece of the floor above falls right into your path. you search for a way around it, but as the violent shaking increases and sends more collapsing down all around you, you realize that cover might be your only option.

you scan the room quickly and dive under a pile of slabs and beams, sturdy enough to not collapse under the weight of falling wreckage, but with just enough room for you to squeeze in underneath.

it's only seconds after you find cover that the thundering sounds of heavy rubble crashing down all around you fills your ears, forcing you to cover them with your hands as each crash makes you flinch.

the worst of the destruction is short-lived. a couple minutes pass by before you're willing to move, the occasional piece of the upper floors still collapsing around you every now and then. you let out a trembling breath once you emerge, pure adrenaline coursing through your veins.

the exit. you hastily search for it, but all hope drains from you when you find it and see that it's completely blocked by the wreckage.

"petra? can you hear me?" price's voice crackles through your radio.

you go to respond, coughing harshly due to all the dirt and dust floating in the air. "i hear you— i'm all right," you tear your eyes from the exit and look for another path. it's a big building, surely you can find something. "just stuck in here." you grumble into the radio.

"we're gonna try to find another way in, see if you can meet us somewhere." he says. you can hear graves barking orders at his men in the background. "be careful." price adds in a rushed tone.

you drop your hand from your radio and clutch your gun close as you carefully traverse the field of debris, mentally thanking whatever higher power that the building only partially collapsed on top of you, instead of crushing you completely.

every movement out the corner of your eyes makes you stop and aim your weapon at it; it's highly unlikely - but not impossible - that you're not alone. anyone could've snuck in after the collapse, or hidden themselves like you did. al-qatala, konni, shepherd's men— you have a lot of enemies and very few allies in the area.

you spin around at the sound of something shifting, but only see a few pieces of wood hitting the ground. you're getting too paranoid. you try to steel yourself, breathing deeply, before a smooth voice makes you choke on the air that gets caught in your throat.

"you are very unlucky, aren't you?"

you turn again, gun drawn and finger on the trigger, but stop short upon seeing a friendly...

well, you see makarov standing across the room. it's an enemy that doesn't seem all-too interested in killing you - for now, at least.

"how did you..." you trail off, lowering your weapon.

apparently understanding your question, he vaguely motions behind himself. "there's a breach." he says, glancing over the destruction as he approaches you.

you squint at him as he draws closer, briefly tightening your grip on your gun. he stops several feet away, though, so you allow yourself to relax just a bit, lowering your weapon.

"i figured you'd be staying far away from al-mazrah, it's an active war zone after all." you comment, earning a dismissive look.

"i don't mind getting my hands dirty," makarov utters with a lofty grin tugging at his lips. "besides, we need to talk."

you cock your head to the side, curious. "and, you couldn't call or text me about this? that's been working out so far." you chuckle softly.

he steps closer again, standing a little over an arm's length away. "i happened to be close by." he responds. "this is also something better discussed in person."

you nod, hesitantly slinging your gun over your shoulder to cross your arms over your chest.

"after our last exchange, i managed to gather more information from my... source." he punctuates the last word with a half-assed attempt at a conciliatory smile. "the mole planted within your group reported to shepherd recently; he's aware of our communication." he continues, before you interrupt him.

"wait, no one knows about this, not even my squad." you assert, taking another step closer to him. you're just under an arm's length away, now.

"there was an agent within the group assigned to your care when you were captured. one of the two men that accompanied us on the first day - he listened in on our conversation and delivered the details to the general." makarov speaks in a hushed tone, one you can just barely hear over rubble crumbling somewhere nearby. "the agent on your end tracked you after you reunited with your squad. something of yours was bugged, they heard us that night."

how could he... most of your belongings were clothes, which you know for certain weren't bugged. the only other item that traveled home with you is your cellphone—

"shit," you mumble, practically tearing your vest pocket open and grabbing your phone. there's nothing obviously wrong with it at first glance, but once you pop the case off and check inside, your suspicions are confirmed.

there's a small tracking device flashing red at you, mocking you, and you rip it out before tossing it on the ground and stomping on it.

"he's heard everything," you say, twisting your boot to scatter the broken pieces. "fuck, if this gets out— i can explain this to my team and make do with the judgement, but if shepherd tells any of his friends in their cushy government positions, i'm dead."

makarov shifts, looking past you, but you don't even notice the action thanks to the adrenaline reflooding your system. "that would be an issue," he mutters, reaching for the holster at his hip. "i suppose i could protect you."

you snort, dragging your gaze from your boot to his face. "i'm not joining your side, even for this."

a thin string of red light shines from the darkness behind you, aimed at the back of your skull. makarov follows it to its source, all but ignoring your rejection, as his fingers wrap around the handle of his desert eagle.

a loud gunshot rings out, echoing against the walls. you instinctively reach for your stomach, preparing yourself for the pain you felt in that dream, body tensing up as it flies into survival mode.

the pain never comes. a heavy thump makes you turn, however, watching as a soldier collapses to the ground. unmarked uniform. one of the general’s men.

"shepherd has not earned your blood. if anyone is going to kill you, it will be me." makarov lowers his gun and meets your muddled gaze. "i suggest you reconsider my offer, petra, and give me a call when you make up your mind."

you’re left in that state as he sidesteps and saunters past you, seemingly disappearing into the darkness himself. you’re sure there’s another exit that you missed, one he’s taking to avoid running into your squad.

his offer. joining him for protection.

you'll never follow makarov or his ideals, much less join him for such a selfish reason. if you can kill shepherd, then you can destroy any evidence and get yourself out of this mess. with graves' cooperation and your team to help, that possibility is well within your reach. the only crime you'll have to answer for is severely disappointing your teammates, but they'll understand.

except, there's no guarantee that graves will help, and the rules of engagement prevent you from taking effective action against shepherd. he may be on the run, but he's an american general - killing him could land the one-four-one in hot water with the government.

that'll only lead to more restrictions, more eyes on you, more questions— there's nothing you can do to stop it.

you need someone without limits. someone the government doesn't have their hands on.

you need makarov.

a series of heavy footsteps alert you to a new presence, snapping you out of your trance. you lift your head in time to see price, graves, and the shadows appear from around a large pile of debris in the same direction that makarov originally approached you from.

"petra!" price calls out, jogging ahead of the group and stopping just in front of you. "you broken?" he asks, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and dragging his gaze across your form, searching for any injuries.

"no, i'm fine. nothing major." you mumble, struggling to find your voice all of a sudden. "just, uh..." you lose it again, your tongue darting out to nervously wet your dry lips.

"something wrong?" he murmurs, quiet enough that graves and his men can't hear from their positions farther away.

you can feel every beat of your heart, rapidly thumping against your ribs to the point of making your chest ache. only price can give you approval to do something so risky, so stupid. he'll understand. he knows the job isn't perfect, but you do what you have to do—

"i have something to confess, captain."

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Could I request f!Jedi reader x Sev

Garnet

Autumn evening

Thank you! Love you! Xx

Forever

Summary: Of all of the things that Sev hates in the universe, watching his Jedi get hurt tops the list.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x Reader

Word Count: 777

Warnings: Reader is seriously injured here, though I didn't detail how she was hurt. Reader is described as formerly having long hair.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I tried my best with this, but it's not easy to write when you can't focus for longer than a few minutes at a time. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you wanted. If you don't like it you can send another request and I'll write something when I'm not sick.

Sev knows that he’s not the gentlest of men. He knows that he’s quick to anger and that he enjoys violence just a little too much for most people to want to put up with. Sure, his own batchmates know that sometimes he says those things simply because it gets reactions.

But most of their brothers don’t.

He doesn’t mind it. He gets along better with his batchmates over anyone else anyway. Well, his batchmates and their jedi.

His Jedi.

She was a surprise addition to Delta Squad shortly after the war began. Someone who was supposed to manage their mission loads and help them so they could take more dangerous missions.

And she quickly integrated herself into Delta Squad. She was careful to not step on Boss’ toes, listened to Scorch’s jokes, redirected Fixer when he was being his most ornery, and was able to temper the worst of his temper.

How could Sev not fall in love with her?

And Sev has never been the type of man to tiptoe around things like feelings, so he told her as soon as he knew that he loved her. He fully expected her to turn him down, but she surprised him by releasing a musical laugh, and agreeing to go on a date with him to see where this leads.

That was nearly a year ago now, and somehow Sev is still able to claim her as his girlfriend. Somehow, because he thought for sure that she would kick him to the curb months ago.

His gaze drifts from his rifle, which he’s been cleaning, to his Jedi.

They’re holed up in a Jedi Safehouse, and his brothers are out trying to find a way off this planet, while Sev chose to remain behind to look after their barely conscious Jedi.

It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to enjoy the planet properly. His Jedi loves this type of weather, when it’s cool and the leaves have started to change. Sweater weather, she calls it.

Though, she’s not saying much of anything at the moment.

She’s nearly gray-faced, and her layers of robes have been removed and replaced by bandages. Her hair had been shorn into a much shorter style, due to the sheer amount of matting that they hadn’t been able to fix-

And then she stirs, her fingers flexing against the thick blanket granting her some modesty.

Sev swallows hard and sets his rifle to the side, before he stands and walks over to her carefully settling himself on the floor near her cot. Her pretty eyes flutter open and focus on his face, “Sev-” She mumbles his name, and she lifts her hand, which he catches and threads her fingers with his own.

“Hey there, Pretty Girl.” He replies, “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“-where?”

“We’re still on the same planet,” He explains as he gently squeezes her hand, “The others are out looking for a way out.”

She tries to sit up, but Sev is quick to push her back prone, “I should be helping them-”

“You need to rest.” Sev insists.

“But, it’s not safe.” She tries.

“Hey,” He waits until her pretty eyes are locked on him, “No one here is going to hurt them. We’ve already killed anyone who might try.”

She blinks at him.

Sev smiles wryly and he brings his free hand up to rest against her bruised face, “They had you, cyar’ika. They had you and they were hurting you, there was no other option.”

She sighs softly, and she turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I don’t deserve you.” she mumbles.

Sev just laughs, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” All of the tension has drained from his body now that she’s awake and talking, “You deserve far better than me. It’s a shame that I’m not so good a person to just walk away and let another person have you.”

She lightly squeezes his fingers, “All I want is you, though.”

“You have terrible taste in men.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Slowly, Sev brushes some of her hair out of her face, “No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyar’ika. I promise.”

She smiles at him, soft and warm, and Sev leans in to press his lips lightly against hers, pulling away just as quickly as he leaned in. “Now, get some more rest. As soon as we have a ship, you’re going to take a nap in a bacta tank.”

She just sighs, “Will you stay?”

Sev brings their joined hands to his lips, and presses a light kiss to her knuckles, “Forever.”

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stardew bragging banter | jeon wonwoo

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You and Wonwoo had been looking for a new way to unwind after long days of work, and you both decided to dive into the serene world of Stardew Valley. Initially, the idea was to team up, collaborate, and build a thriving farm together. However, as the days passed, the friendly competition between you two started to emerge.

It all began innocently enough. You both had your eyes set on different villagers as potential romantic interests. You found yourself drawn to Sebastian, with his mysterious demeanor and love for the quiet corners of the valley, while he was captivated by the charm and beauty of Haley despite her being mean.

As the seasons changed and the flower dance approached, you and Wonwoo realized that neither of you had managed to meet the requirements to ask out your chosen villagers. The tension between you mounted as you both scrambled to fulfill the necessary criteria, each determined to win over your respective crush.

But fate had other plans in store. Despite your best efforts, neither of you managed to win the hearts of Sebastian or Haley in time for the dance. Feeling a mix of disappointment and amusement, you and Wonwoo found yourselves standing awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor after being rejected by the potential partners you both aim to have.

In a moment of shared understanding, you both shrugged off the competitive spirit that had driven you apart and took each other's hands, joining the dance together. As the music swirled around you, any lingering tensions melted away, replaced by laughter and a sense of camaraderie. The flower dance ended and you both decided to stop playing as it was already 3:00 am.

Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face. "Well, looks like fate had different plans for us tonight, huh?"

You grinned in agreement. "Yeah, seems like it. Who would've thought we'd end up dancing together instead of with our intended crushes?"

He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guess we're just destined to be together, even in the game."

You laughed, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. "Looks like it. But hey, at least we make a great team, even if we're not romancing the villagers."

Wonwoo nodded, his smile widening. "Absolutely. And who needs Sebastian or Haley anyway when we've got each other, right? Why don't we get married and have babies?"

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by Wonwoo's cheeky remark. "Marriage, huh? Planning on proposing in Stardew Valley? You haven't even crafted a wedding ring"

He chuckled, giving you a playful wink. "Well, you never know. Maybe our virtual wedding will be just as epic as our dance at the flower festival."

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "I'll hold you to that. But for now, let's focus on expanding our farm and mastering the art of co-op farming, okay? I wanted to go to Ginger Island soon"

Wonwoo nodded, his smile softening. "Deal. But don't worry, I'll start crafting that ring soon. Can't let my virtual fiancé wait too long, right?"

With a playful roll of your eyes, you agreed, you both saved your progress. Knowing that no matter where your virtual adventures took you, Wonwoo's playful spirit and unwavering support would always be by your side.

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The One that Got Away

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 7.7k

Includes- Angst, fluff, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Parking my car, I get out, my heart pounding in my chest

I decided I'm going to tell him today

After the photo shoot

Tell my best friend that I love him and want to be with him

Oh my god, I feel like I'm gonna puke

I breathe in trying to relax

My coworker and close friend Binna, one of ATEEZ's makeup artists, knows about my feelings for him

How I've loved him since we were teenagers and have always been too terrified to say anything

She talked with me about it a few times over the last few months, gave me advice

She told me to just suck it up and tell him or I'll regret it

I thought about it last night and I decided today is the day

The worst he can say is he doesn't feel the same

Which is world ending but she's right, I'll regret not telling him

I texted her last night, telling her I'm gonna tell him today and she encouraged me and wished me good luck

I'm gonna need it

Entering the building where the set is, I make my way to the dressing room, my legs wobbly, my stomach in knots and my hands shaking

Taking a breath, I enter the dressing room and look for him

My heart crashes to the floor when I find him

Wooyoung, my best friend, the guy I've loved for years, the one I was going to confess to today is kissing another girl

And not just any girl

Binna

He's kissing Binna

Hurt and betrayal hit me at once and it takes everything to control the tears that want to burst out

Breathe, just breathe, breathe

How did this fucking happen?

Why did this happen?

I had no idea that Binna felt that way for Wooyoung

Why didn't she say something?

Why did she encourage me to tell him my feelings?

Why did she wait until I was going to tell him to make a move on him?

Just why?

And I clearly got my answer from him

He never saw me that way, ever

I'm calm on the outside but inside I'm hyperventilating

Walk, I scream at myself

Don't just stand here like an idiot

I move my feet towards the table where the hair products are as I'm one of ATEEZ's hair stylists

I have to pass by them

I can't handle this

Fuck

As I get closer, Wooyoung and Binna break apart, a small smile on his face that utterly breaks my heart

His eyes move from her to me, "Hey Jo"

Binna turns around, smiling smugly at me and I just want to fucking murder her, "Hi Jo"

"Hi", I managed to say without my voice shaking, "What's uh...what's going on?"

"Uh well, Binna-"

"Wooyoungie is my boyfriend", Binna smirks

"Oh?", I say, rage filling me, "I uh didn't know you liked him like that. Or uh that you liked her like that"

"Oh well, I told Woo that I had liked him for awhile and he likes me too, now we're together. Isn't that great?", Binna gushes

Yeah fucking great

God, I want to claw her eyes out

"Yeah. Great", I repeat, trying to sound happy, "Congratulations"

"Thanks", she says, turning back to him

I can't look at him so I avert my eyes and just keep walking

I feel like I'm gonna break down but I can't

I won't

Not in front of her

I won't let her see me cry

And for him, I'll put on a happy front

As long as he's happy, I can pretend I'm ok

I can do this

I can

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18 months later

"So what are we doing with your hair?", I ask Wooyoung

He asked me to cut and dye his hair today, so he came over to my apartment

"Undercut", he says

"Again?", I tease

He scowls, "Is that a problem?"

"No Woo. I just think it's funny that there's only two hairstyles you go for. Long that can fit in a ponytail or a short undercut

"What else is there?", he grumps

"Buzz cut?"

"Are you insane?"

I giggle, continuing, "Mullet?"

"Hongjoong's territory"

"Short bob?"

"That's a girl style!"

"Layers?"

"Now you're fucking with me"

I nod

I so am

"Cut it out", he rolls his eyes

"Ok ok. But seriously how about this- viking style"

"What the hell is that?"

"It's where your hair on the top is long with an undercut"

"That's what I'm asking for!"

I shake my head, "No the point is that the hair on top is long enough to put into a ponytail or braids. Kinda like Hongjoong's hair in the "fireworks" photoshoot. This way you can still do a ponytail and have an undercut"

He looks thoughtful for a minute, then he nods

"Yeah ok, we can try it", he agrees, "And if it looks stupid or Binna hates it you can just cut it normally"

I bristle at the mention of Binna but I just nod

"And color?", I ask, shoving my hate for that cunt down

He's got a black blonde combo going on right now

"Black"

"Boring", I sing

"Just do it", he grits out, "Please"

"Fine. We'll dye it first"

I get out everything I need and mix all the liquids to get a black dye

Then I start

Squeeze a line of dye, then rub it into the strands down to the ends

I work in sections, saturating his hair in the black dye

I've dyed his and the other ATEEZ members hair a million times so it's like second nature for me

I can do it quickly

"Now you need to marinate", I joke, finishing

"Like chicken?"

I giggle, "Yeah"

I go around him, facing him and use a wet paper towel with some soap on it and wipe the tiny black spots on his forehead and temple away, getting them just before it sets

Leaning over, I scrub a little harder on a darker spot on his right temple

He has a photo shoot tomorrow and he can't have black dye staining his face

When I finish I move my gaze to him, startled to see his brown eyes already on me

They stare deep into mine and I'm mesmerized by them

I don't realize I've moved closer until I can feel his breath on my lips

All I have to do is move forward slightly and I'll be kissing him

'Too close!', my brain screams

He hasn't moved away and what the fuck is that about but I need to if he's not

I pull my head back, straightening up

It's like that breaks the spell because he blinks, moving his head back too although I'm nowhere near him now

"So how's the recording going?", I ask to make conversation, knowing that ATEEZ is recording for their new album and comeback

"It's going good", he answers, "I'm getting a few more lines. Letting me hit a few of my higher ranges"

"That's good Woo! Congrats", I smile, "You need to sing more, you have such a beautiful voice"

"Yeah?", he asks, shyly

I blush myself as I nod

"Thanks"

"Of course", I tell him

"And is my dancing sexy?", he says wiggling his eyebrows

I breathe out in relief

He's fucking around now to break the seriousness of the conversation

I snort, "Sure"

"Oh c'mon! All girls find the way I dance hot. And the outfits I'm put in...with my muscles all out. Plus all the tongue action. You know I can't keep my tongue in my mouth during a performance"

He needs to stop right now

I'm getting turned on and wet and it's so not appropriate

"You know that doesn't affect me Jung"

He seriously doesn't need to know how much it does affect me and I've done an excellent job of making him believe he doesn't affect me in that way

"Yeah, I know", he says in a teasing tone, "That's just because you're so in love with Hyun"

I snort, "Yeah ok"

His eyebrow raises, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Paradise? You're kidding right?"

His eyes light up with interest as he leans forward in his chair

"So am I right? Trouble?"

God, he is such a gossip

"No, not trouble", I shrug, "Just....not feeling it"

"Again?", he asks, "That's like what? The third guy this year that you dated for a few months and aren't feeling?"

Yeah it's the third

But what am I supposed to do?

I want Wooyoung but I can't have him

So I try to date to get over him

But it never works

"I dunno what you want me to say Woo. Not everyone can find the love of their life right away like you did"

Although that's not exactly true

I did find the love of my life, I just can't be with him

"I wouldn't say the love of my life", he says, "I.....have feelings...for Binna but I don't know if she's the love of my life"

Huh, that's new, what with all the gushing he does about her

Which hurts but whatever

"Are you still with Hyun?", he asks

"For now yeah. I'm thinking about breaking it off though. Like maybe tonight or tomorrow"

"You wouldn't want to keep trying with him?", he asks

For what?

It's a lost cause

I don't miss Hyun when he's gone, I don't really call or text him when he's not here, when he is here it's boring and the only plus is that I get sex

Really good sex but I can't stay with him for that

"No", I shake my head, "He's not the one...um there's really nothing we have in common and I'm just not into him"

Please don't ask, I pray, please don't ask

"He's not the what?", Wooyoung asks

Fuck

I didn't think about what I was saying and I was going to tell him that Hyun was not who I wanted but I realized mid sentence what a can of worms that would open

I knew he'd notice and I hoped he wouldn't ask about it

But I should know Wooyoung by now

Sometimes he acts like a buffoon but he's incredibly perceptive and smart

"Nothing", I answer, hoping he'd drop it, knowing he won't

"C'mon Jo, he's not the what?", he prods, "You know you can't start saying something like that, suddenly stop and I won't ask about it"

I sigh, looking at the ceiling, giving up

He will harass me until I tell him so I might as well do it now and save myself the aggravation

"He's not the one I want"

Silence

Then, "There's someone you want?", he screeches

I wince, moving my gaze back to him

"Yeah"

"Who? Where is this guy? Why doesn't he want you? Who is it?"

"Please Woo", I answer, pinching my nose bridge, "It's just a guy ok? I guess he's what you'd call the one that got away. Everyone has one of those"

He scoffs, "Him rejecting you is not the one who got away. It's the one who rejected you"

He has no idea how untrue that is

I shake my head, "He didn't reject me Woo. It's my fault he got away"

He raises an eyebrow, "How?"

This is not how I expected today to go

With me explaining to him how I lost him

"Woo, just drop it"

"Joanne!", he barks, "Tell me!"

I groan, "Fine. I was chicken shit ok? I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

"What a jerk!"

No he's not

He just didn't know and someone else got to him first

Someone I never expected to betray me like that

"How is he a jerk Woo? He didn't know how I felt for him. I didn't expect him to wait around especially if someone else showed interest and he was interested"

He scowls, "Fine he's not a jerk. Is he still with the girl?"

I nod, "It's my fault Woo. I let him slip away"

Well it's partly my fault

It's also Binna's

That bitch

"I'm sorry Jo", he says sincerely, "That sucks"

Yes it very much does

I shrug, "It's fine. I'm ok"

Big crock of shit but what else can I say

He just nods, an awkward silence falling between us

"So I think your hair is ready", I say, changing the subject, "Let's go wash it"

"Kitchen sink?", he asks

My sink is stainless steel

I nod, "Hell yes. I'm not getting black dye all over my shower tiles"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah yeah, I know"

He stands up and bends over the kitchen sink, waiting for me to wash his hair out

"Water ok?", I ask, moving my fingers in his hair to wash out the dye

"Yup", he answers

The dye comes out as I wash his hair, making a sea of black against the silver steel

Once most of the dye is out, I lather his hair with shampoo, scrubbing to make sure I get all the dye out

After that is conditioner and he's done

"Keep your head in the sink", I tell him as I go to my table to get a towel for him

"The blood is rushing to my head", he whines, "And my neck hurts"

"Aww poor baby", I mock, throwing the towel over his head, "You can stand up now"

He does, running the towel in his hair

"My neck hurts"

I snort, "Then go get a massage or something. This is what you get for wanting to do your hair here instead of at KQ"

"You're so mean", he whines, plopping back down in the chair

"And you're so whiny", I tease, taking the towel and drying the excess water from his hair

He hurrumphs and it's so cute but I can't let it get to me

I can't think of him as anything other than my best friend

Yeah when he's on stage, I can fangirl but not any other time

I have to maintain the image that he doesn't affect me

Tossing the towel on the table, I grab a comb and start running it through his hair

"Mm feels good", he murmurs

I know it does

He's always liked when someone plays with his hair, but I'm not playing, I'm working

"Don't be weird", I answer, ignoring the feelings that surfaces whenever I'm near him

"I'm not. It feels good ok?", he huffs, "You're always so gentle and I can't help it"

"So you're saying I should pull your hair or something?", I joke as I gather the hair I'm gonna keep long and tie it in a ponytail

"I suggest you not", he says seriously, "I uh...really like that too"

"Oh god, gross!", I snap, pretending I'm grossed out when my body is doing the opposite and getting turned on

He likes hair pulling

I like pulling hair

Hyun doesn't like it so much so I've back off on it, but it's normally one of the things I like

I need to stop thinking about this

And I will not let my mind wander to thoughts of pulling Wooyoung's hair and how he'd sound

Goddamnit

"What?"

"I don't need to know those things about you Woo. Cut it out", I force myself to say

"Sorry", he mutters

I get my buzzer, put it on the setting I need and turn it on

Thankfully the buzzing noise is loud which means no conversation

I start shaving his hair, cutting it short but still leaving some

Once I go all around his head, I undo the ponytail and comb through that hair again, slicking it back

Going in front of him, I inspect the cut to make sure it's good and even

It is

Now time to blow dry it and we're done

Holding the dryer to his head, I run my fingers in his hair, moving the strands around in the heated air to get it to dry faster

As I do this, I look down at him, startled to see his eyes closed, biting his lower lip

He's so beautiful it's stupid

And those beauty marks on his face

I want to press kiss after kiss to the one under his eye, the kiss the one on his lip

Binna probably does that to him

And that thought snaps me out of whatever trance I was in

I move behind him again to finish his hair so I don't have to see his face

"Done", I say after a few minutes, turning the dryer off

I busy myself with cleaning up the mess as he stands up

"I'm gonna look in the mirror", he says, leaving the kitchen and going to the bathroom

I breath in and out as I throw away the bowl I used for the dye, then get the broom to sweep up his hair

"I like it", he announces when he comes back

"Good. At least it's something new and not boring"

He pouts, crossing his arms, "Not nice"

I snort, rolling my eyes

"So uh...do you wanna hang out?", he asks

I do but I can't

This is enough interaction for today

I can only be around him in small doses before it starts to hurt again, before all I can think about is him again

I'm reaching that point and I don't want to go over it

"Oh I can't. Hyun might be coming over", I say, "He asked me to call him after you left to see if we would do something"

"I thought you were gonna break it off with him", he asks his eyebrow raised

"Well yeah but he doesn't know that yet. I'll probably do it tonight if we decide to do something"

He just nods, "Yeah ok. Sure"

"Next time though"

"Yeah next time", he says

There's an awkward silence between us and I don't know how to break it

"So I guess I'm gonna go"

"Yeah ok", I say stupidly

"Thanks for doing my hair"

"Of course Woo. Anytime"

He smiles tightly, "I'll see you later"

I nod

He leaves the kitchen and I hear the front door close a minute later

I breathe out, closing my eyes as tears fall down

I'm ok, it's ok, everything is fine

He's happy, I remind myself

It's ok

I can do this

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A few days later

Wooyoung POV

Walking into Binna's apartment with her, I head to the couch while she closes the door

We just finished the first of three photoshoots for the new album

It was an exhausting day

And I had to force myself to keep my eyes off her

To rein in my jealousy when she laughed with San while she did his hair

Then I had to actually do the photo shoot and I'm just tired

"You ok baby?", Binna asked as she sits next to me

"Yeah. Just tired"

She nods, her fingers moving to my hair again

And I know what's coming

She touches my hair for one reason only

To complain

"Do you really like your hair this way?"

I sigh

Didn't we have this conversation?

I know she doesn't like it but I do and it's my freaking hair

"Don't you think it's too long?"

"No Binna, I like it like this"

"Why, because Jo talked you into it?"

I shake my head, "No. Like I told you before she suggested it and I decided to try it. When I looked at it in the mirror I liked it and still do. She would have cut my hair shorter if that's what I wanted. I didn't"

We went over all this

"Hmmm ok", she says, moving her hand out of my hair, "Is everything with Jo and Hyun ok?"

"Fine", I say

It's really none of Binna's business and I don't feel comfortable telling her about Joanne and her relationship Joanne confided in me about it and I'm not telling anyone anything

If she wants people to know her and Hyun are broken up, it's her choice to tell them

"I just noticed her flirting with San and Mingi"

She wasn't

I would of known as I couldn't stop staring at her

But I just shrug

"She says they're ok"

"Oh well that's good. At least she's over me getting to you first"

I'm about to just nod when her words penetrate my brain

When she what?

"What did you say?", I ask before I can stop myself

"I said that it's good she's with Hyun and over that I got to you first"

Ok, she did say that

"What does that mean?"

She shrugs, "It means what it means. She loved you and was gonna tell you but I got you first"

Joanne loves....me?

Since when?

And if Binna knows that and she said she got to me first....

"You knew she loved me when you came onto me?", I whisper in shock

"Well yeah"

Oh my fucking god!

"If you knew why would you hit on me?", I shriek, standing up

Oh my god

She was different when she walked in the day Binna and I got together

She didn't look happy although she played it like she was

I thought something had happened with like family or something and she didn't want to tell me

And since then she's been distant

Not much at first but over the time I've been with Binna she has

And I just realized that her friendship with Binna is non-existent

They used to be friends but now they're not

Because Binna betrayed her

"Because she took too long", Binna says, standing up too, "And I wanted you. She told me she was gonna tell you the day we got together but I didn't believe her"

She wanted me

At her friend's expense

"You knew she was going to tell me that day? You waited until that day to come on to me?"

"It's not like that. I wasn't sure she would actually tell you. I told her to tell you so many times before and she never did. And she still didn't tell you"

"Because she's not mean like that!", I shout, "She wouldn't tell me how she feels knowing I had a girlfriend!"

This is fucking unbelievable

"Why does it matter Woo? She's happy with Hyun"

"No she's not!", I yell, "I lied! She's not happy! She broke up with him!"

Oh fuck, the guy she was talking about...the one that slipped away...it has to be me

"I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

It fits...it has to be me

Oh my god, she loves me

"Ok but that still doesn't matter Wooyoung. It's over, in the past. You love me"

"No I don't", I tell her

I've never said I love you to her before so I don't know where she's getting that from

"What do you mean you don't?", she gapes

"I don't", I repeat, "I love her"

I finally said it out loud and it's like a huge weight off my shoulders

I'm in love with my best friend

"Her?", Binna screeches, "Since when?"

"Since always", I answer, "I always loved her since I could remember. She was the one I always wanted"

"The fuck Wooyoung? Then why did you say yes to me?"

"Because I thought I had no shot with her", I exclaim, "I thought she knew you were going to come on to me. I thought she didn't feel like that for me"

God, I was so wrong

And fuck, I'm glad I was wrong and she loves me

And I'm enraged that Binna did this to her

"We're over", I tell Binna

She looks at me enraged, "Why, because of her? You don't even know if she still loves you!"

I don't know for sure but I think she does

I have to talk to her

Now

"I'm sorry", I tell her, not sorry at all, "We're done"

I turn away from her, practically running to her door

"You're leaving me for the off chance that she still loves you? Are you fucking kidding, you asshole?"

I stop at her door and turn around

"That's one reason", I growl, "The other is that you hurt my best friend. You knew how she felt and you betrayed her. You hurt her and you didn't and still don't care that you did. Even if I didn't love her, I'd never be with someone like you"

She stares at me in disbelief but I don't have time for her

I leave her apartment, calling a car on my phone, anxious to get to her

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Pounding on her door, I wait for her to open it

I have to talk to her

Right now

The door opens, a look of annoyance on her face

"Wooyoung what the fuck? Are you trying to break-"

I cut her off, stepping inside her apartment, pulling her to me and crashing my lips to hers in a kiss

My entire world changes in an instant, fire flooding my veins, my head spinning, chills running up and down my spine

The kiss, it feels so right

I knew she was my one

I knew it

At first she kisses me back but then after a few seconds she pushes on my chest, breaking the kiss and backing away

"What the hell Woo?"

And I just go off

"Why didn't you tell me?", I demand

She rolls her eyes, moving around me and closing her front door, "Tell you what?"

I spin around to face her, "That I'm the one you want? That you love me? That I'm your one who got away"

Her eyes widen in shock, "How the fuck-"

"Binna told me!", I exclaim, "She made a stupid comment on how she was glad she got to me first and I asked her what the hell that meant"

She looks at me with slight fear and nausea on her face

"She told me everything! How she knew you loved me, how she knew you were going to tell me how you felt on the same day she made a move on me. How she stole me from you"

She shakes her head, "You weren't mine to steal away Woo"

Yes I was

I was always hers

Always

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you call her out on her shit? Why didn't you tell me what happened?"

"And what would that have accomplished Woo? Nothing", she snaps, "You were already with her. Unlike her, I don't go behind people's backs. I don't steal boyfriends, I don't break people up. I didn't even know how you felt about me, if what I said would even matter"

I gape at her

Of course it would matter

She's my best friend

And even if I didn't feel anything for her I wouldn't have been with Binna because she hurt my best friend

I wasn't lying when I told Binna that

"You should have told me", I tell her, "I would never have stayed with Binna. Not when she hurt you like that"

"Doesn't matter anymore"

"Of course it matters!", I explode, "You're more important than her! Than anyone! How could you think I wouldn't care that she hurt you? Of course I'd care!"

She looks away from me nodding, "I'm sorry Woo. I didn't mean to imply you wouldn't care. I know you would have. But I just...I had just gotten the courage to tell you how I feel....I couldn't tell you what she did. If the situation was now then yeah I'd tell you but back when it happened....I still let people walk all over me then. I was still the quiet shy girl who wanted no confrontation. So I let it go"

I can understand that

She has changed so much in the year and a half I've been with Binna

She's more outgoing, tougher

Doesn't let anyone walk all over her, tells you how it is, doesn't sugarcoat things, stands up for herself

I guess that's a direct result of Binna fucking her over

"As long as you're happy, I could deal with it", she says

She shouldn't have to

My happiness shouldn't be at her expense

And she has no idea that she is what would have made me happiest of all

"Look, Woo, I'm sorry you found out this way ok? But really, it doesn't matter", she says, "You still love Binna and I get it ok"

No she doesn't get it

"Two days ago...when you did my hair. When you said Hyun wasn't the guy you wanted....that guy is still me?"

I need to know before I tell her how I feel

I need to know if she still feels that way for me

I need her to say it

I was so angry and so jealous when she was talking about the guy who got away

Wishing it was me she was talking about me

I have to know if she was

She looks at me wearily, "What are you doing Woo? Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer Jo", I ask

"No, I'm not answering Wooyoung. This conversation is over. There's no reason for me to answer this when you still have a girlfriend. I told you, I don't break up relationships", she snaps, turning away from me, "Just...just go home ok? I'll see you for the shoot tomorrow"

She starts walking towards her bedroom and I just stare at her in shock

For a second

"Joanne Hayes, don't you fucking walk away from me!", I shout

She turns around, her eyes wide, looking at me like I'm insane

"I fucking love you, you dummy!", I yell, "I don't want Binna, I never wanted her! I left her! I wanted you! I always wanted you! You think you were the only one who was chicken shit? I was too! You're my one that got away!"

Her mouth drops, "What?"

"I always loved you", I confess, "And the only reason I went out with Binna was because I thought there was no shot with you! I know girls have like a girl code like guys do. I didn't think I'd ever get to be with you because one of your friends asked me out. I thought you knew and because she went ahead and asked me, I thought you didn't feel that way for me and you were ok with me being with her. I also knew if her and I ever broke up, you wouldn't go behind her back and be with her ex. I thought I'd never be with you, so I said yes to her"

God, I was so stupid back then too

Too scared to tell my best friend I was in love with her for years

That's she was who I wanted

And Binna asking me out really put me in a hard place for the reasons I just told her

Joanne is a very loyal person and she wouldn't hurt people she cares about

But now that all of this has come to light....I don't care about Binna

If it's between her and Binna, I'm choosing her, always

My girl who got away

She stands there gaping at me, not moving from her spot

"I'll always choose you Jo. Always", I tell her, "So if it's me you were talking about the other day and you love me like I love you and you want to be with me, put your money where your mouth is and get the fuck over here and kiss me. Now"

In a fraction of a second she moves, running right to me

My heart fills with pure happiness when I catch her in my arms, her mouth against mine in a mind altering kiss

I pick her up, her arms around my neck, fingers in my hair, legs wrapped around my waist, tongue against mine as she kisses me deeply

"I love you Woo", she says between kisses, joy, relief, love pouring over me hearing her words

She loves me

The girl I love, the girl I pined for loves me too

"I love you Jo", I tell her, my lips right back on hers when I finish speaking

"Fuck, baby all I wanted was you", she whispers

"All I wanted was you too princess", I answer, pressing pecks to her soft lips, "Always, from when we were kids baby. It was always you"

"It was always you Woo. Always. I thought I lost you"

"Never baby. I'll always be yours. I'll always love you"

"I'll always love you baby", she answers, her gorgeous brown eyes looking at me with so much love

I smile, so unbelievably happy I finally got my girl

She closes the space between us, her lips on mine, kissing me deeply

I fall into her kiss, so fucking ecstatic I can finally have them all the time

My feet move on their own, going right to her bedroom

I know the way with my eyes closed

We fall on the bed, her lips glued to mine as she keeps me against her

Her fingers move in my hair, playing with the strands at the back of my head, sending shivers up my spine

I can't stop my hands from touching her, moving under her shirt and finally feeling her warm soft skin

"Woo", she murmurs, her hands moving down my body and pulling my shirt up, her fingers grazing my skin and making me tremble against her touch

We break the kiss momentarily as she pulls my shirt off me and I take hers off

Then our lips are against each other's again as my hands move around her boobs, softly squeezing

"Mmm baby", she whispers, her body arching against mine as my fingers brush against her nipples

Dragging kisses down her neck, I continue the path to her boob

"Woo", she cries, her hand buried in my hair and pulling, getting even more riled up than I already am

Lavishing licks on her nipple, I feel it get hard against my tongue, her moans music to my ears

Wrapping my mouth around her nipple, I suck on it, loving the way it feels in my mouth as she screams louder

I stay on her boob, sucking hard as I push down her pants and panties, her legs kicking them off for me

Switching to her other nipple, I continue my sucking while touching her cunt

I moan in her skin as I feel how utterly wet she is

Soaked

And it's all for me

Slowly, I slide two fingers in her tiny hole, her cunt squeezing as soon as I'm in

Fuck, she's going to feel so fucking amazing on my dick

Pulling my fingers out, I thrust them back inside over and over, her moans louder than before

I move my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will have her fall apart for me

God, I want to see that so badly

Pressing down inside her, she cries out and I smirk around her nipple

Found it

I concentrate on driving my fingers right into her spot, moving my palm against her clit at the same time

She flood my hand, leaking out around us and I bet she's drenching the sheets

I keep working her over with my fingers, letting go of her nipple and sliding down to her pretty pussy

Latching onto her clit, I keep my tongue against it as I suck

"Wooyoung! Oh god!", she screams, her hips moving, fucking my fingers as she meets my thrusts

Her little clit throbs hard against my lips sending pleasure down to my already painfully hard cock

Switching, I give her clit long licks using all of my tongue, starting with the flat of it and ending with flicking her bump with the tip

"Yes, Wooyoung, yes baby!", she cries, "Oh my god"

"Mmm", I moan into her, feeling her cunt pulse impossibly fast around my fingers

She's right there

Shoving my fingers inside just as I suck her clit back in my mouth has her screaming loudly as she orgasms

I raise my eyes, watching the beautiful sight of her coming in front of me

God, she's fucking ethereal, her face and body in so much pleasure

I finger and suck her through it, her pussy so fucking wet, it's all over my hand

When she finishes, I pull my fingers out and slip my tongue down, into her waiting hole

"Oh god", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I get a first taste of her cum and my god it's so good

So sweet, like candy

Pulling my tongue out, I lick along her pussy, spreading her slit with my tongue and ending on her clit

Then I do it again and again, thoroughly enjoying eating her cunt

She squirms a bit so I move my arms around her legs, holding her down and open for me

"I'm not done yet princess", I tell her, slurping around her clit, "I want more. You came on my fingers now you have to cum on my tongue"

"Woo...I...don't...think....I don't know..."

"You can", I assure her, "No matter how long it takes, you're gonna cum on my tongue, then on my cock"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"I could eat you, fuck you all night princess. Make you cum again and again", I tell her

"Jesus, Woo"

"You want that baby?", I ask

"Yes", she cries, "Yes Woo, fuck, I want you"

"Good baby. I want you too. So fucking much", I assure her between licks, "And now that you're finally mine, I'm gonna fuck you and make you cum over and over. Sound good?"

"So good", she agrees

I go back to eating her cunt, sliding my tongue in her pulsing hole again, feeling the clenching on my tongue down in my dick

I can't wait to be inside her

As I tongue fuck her perfect pussy, her cream runs everywhere, all over my face, my chin, sliding down my neck, soaking me just how I like it

I swallow as much as I can, the taste of her my new favorite flavor

Her hand pulls and tugs my hair hard, sending pleasure down my spine and I moan in her pussy

"Fuck princess, harder", I demand, "Pull harder"

"Hmmm", she whimpers

"Remember what I told you about my hair baby?", I ask in between thrusting my tongue in her cunt, my eyes on her

She looks down at me, biting her lip as she says, "You like when your hair is pulled"

"That's right princess", I confirm, "So do it for me, yeah?"

"Yeah baby", she whispers, tugging hard, making me smile

I don't know what it is or why I like it but pulling my hair gets me so fucking horny

It should hurt and on some level it does but it just turns me on more

And right now, it's making me eat her cunt faster

"Wooyoung", she cries, "I'm coming. Oh fuck!"

I shove as much as my tongue inside her cunt as I can as she orgasms, her cream flooding my tongue and mouth

I swallow eagerly, the pulses of her cunt feeling so fucking good as she screams my name

Her fingers pull my hair this way and that, her hips pushing her cunt into my face as her body arches

And I love every fucking minute of it

Every minute

As soon as she finishes, I pull my tongue out, licking and cleaning her pussy as I get out of my pants and boxers

I move over her, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, her soft smooth skin against mine, her lips kissing me

Her legs wrap around me as I kiss her deeply, slowly pushing my aching cock into her

"Mmmm", she moans in my mouth as her pussy takes me so fucking pleasurably, latching on my cock and sucking me in as I move

God, she feels so fucking good, like I've never felt before

Her body pressed against mine, her hips moving up as I get more and more inside her tight drenched cunt

She feels incredible sliding open for me as I bottom out

"Oh god Woo", she moans, her hands back in my hair as she kisses me

I stay inside her, just feeling her wrapped around me, the soft spasms of her cunt keeping a hum of pleasure running through me

"Fuck princess", I murmur, moving my kisses to her pretty neck, "You feel so good"

"Mmm you too Woo"

"Yeah baby. Fuck, do you feel how perfect we are together? How I fit perfectly inside you, how you fit perfectly wrapped around me?"

"Yes Wooyoung, I feel it", she whimpers, her cunt clenching my cock hard, sending pleasure up my spine

"You're mine", I whisper, kissing a spot that has her moaning loudly, "All mine. Always mine"

She nods, "Yes Woo. And you're mine baby"

"Always princess. I was always yours and I'll always be yours"

"I love you Wooyoung"

I groan in her neck, absolutely loving hearing those words from her

"I love you Joanne. Always princess"

"Always Woo"

With that, I start moving, pulling out of her then slowly sliding back in, making sure I'm all inside her again, so deep in her

Her hand tugs my hair, pulling my head back as I increase my speed, thrusting into her, the sound of our skin against each other's loud in her room

One of her hands moves around me, her fingers digging in my back as she moans for me, her pussy taking me over and over, utter bliss falling over me

She groans loudly when my head hits her spot, calling my name, begging me fuck her there

And I oblige, driving my cock right into her spot, watching the pleasure in her face, feeling her shake under me, feeling her gorgeous legs tighten around my waist

Moving to my knees, I lean my hand next to her head, wrap my other arm around her waist and hold her up against me, fucking into her harder, smashing her spot

"Yes Wooyoung! Yes! Baby!", she screams, clinging onto me

I'm in so much bliss, her cunt stretching so wonderfully around me, spasming quickly, creaming my cock like I can't fucking believe

I've never had a pussy cream this much before, it's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, the bed

So fucking pretty

"Please Woo", she whimpers, tears falling down her face as I slam into her, "Sss....so good. Ggg..gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I grunt, "Cum around my cock. Want it now princess"

Burying inside her, she screams, shaking uncontrollably under me as she cums, her cunt strangling my cock, squirt pouring from her, the sight of it streaming around my cock so fucking pornographic

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung! Wooyoung!"

Her cries of my name turn me on like nothing else and I go faster than I thought possible, fucking her through her orgasm

Her squirt is flying everywhere, hitting my chest, my stomach, the bed

"Yes baby", I urge, intense pleasure from her orgasm assaulting my body, "So pretty. Fuck, so beautiful coming for me. Such a pretty princess"

When she's done, I pull out, turning her over, moving her to her hands and knees, sinking right back into her

"Fuck", we both yell, her ass moving back until she crashes into me, burying my cock inside her, squeezing hard

Stars blast in my vision as I moan

Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her middle and start moving, plunging into her waiting cunt over and over, pressing kisses all over her shoulder

"Woo, baby, you feel so good", she whimpers, rocking back on my dick as I move into her, taking me deeper than before

"No you feel good baby", I whisper, fucking harder into her, "So tight around me, so wet for me"

"Mmm you're so fucking big Woo, so hard", she moans, "Gonna make me cum again"

I know, I can feel it

Feel her pussy get tighter, feel the incredible pleasure of pushing through that tightness, her cream soaking me, her pussy so fucking wet, the squelching sounds of my cock entering her sounding in the room

"Please make me cum", she sobs, her body trembling in bliss

"I will baby", I assure her, stroke after stroke hitting her spot, "Make you cum all over my cock again"

Sheathing my length inside her, she screams my name the loudest she has all night, her body visibly shuddering as she orgasms

I choke on a moan as incredible ecstasy tramples over me

"Cum Wooyoung!", she yells, her cunt throbbing in my cock in a vice grip, "Please Woo, want your cum inside me"

"Fff...fuck! Joanne!", I yell, my vision turning white as I cum deep in her pussy, my body shaking from the pure utter pleasure, "Yes baby, fuck, fuck, yes"

Her pussy clenches my cock over and over as I pump cum into her, both of us moaning loudly

As the pleasure slowly fades we both collapse on the bed

I pull out of her, her whimpers so soft

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her against me, her back against my chest

She turns back, her arm reaching around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss

"I love you Woo", she whispers, then kisses me again

I fall into her kiss, so fucking happy she's mine

When the kiss ends, I look down in her eyes, moving her hair out of her face

"I love you Jo. So much baby"

She smiles, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, "So much Woo"

She turns back around, moving back into me and snuggling, pulling my arm over her again

I secure my arm around her, kissing the back of her neck as I settle next to her

"Nap time princess?", I ask against her skin

"Nap time baby", she confirms, "Is that ok?"

"More than ok", I agree, "As long as you stay right here in my arms"

"Deal", she giggles

I smile, kissing her shoulder, holding her tightly, closing my eyes, completely relaxed and happy I got my one that got away

#wooyoung smut #ateez wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #ateez wooyoung fanfic #jung wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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tupperwaretub · 1 month

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A male reader who's super cautious around people because their queer identity has been an issue in the past, and so Negan being so explicit and flirty all the time just relentlessly getting on their nerves, and Negan just find it's so funny until he starts to realize how genuine the annoyance is, and just being like. Dude why would you EVER care about what other people think when we all know these people are horrible, and they're wrong about EVERYTHING Else, so they're wrong about you. And then they kiss 😈 (is this too cringe am i cringe bro)

(A/n): TYSMMM for the request, this is so cute!! ALSO PLEASE KEEP SENDING REQUESTS ANYONE!! I'll write almost anything as long as it's not noncon or fetish. If you're unsure just look at my character list I'll link a list of what i will + wont write for

(Warnings): snarky Negan being himself, harsh language (it's negan duh)

(Summary): Before Negan arrived it was really easy to hide your sexuality, but when he went snooping and found old photos with your ex boyfriend he obviously couldn't keep his mouth shut but it definitely went better than you can expected.

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You hid your sexuality even before you got to Alexandria but getting to Alexandria didn't help, the way the older folk looked at Aaron and Eric made you want to curl up and wither away. So you hid yourself, you hid your family pictures, you hid your pictures of friends at pride events and your ex boyfriend in fear of them finding out and shunning you. In your dream world you'd have your family pictures around your house in Alexandria, being able to see the faces of loved ones you'd lost and reminisce on a time before the outbreak but sacrifices have to be made in the new world.

When Negan started showing up you'd only just managed to settle in Alexandria, a lot of those who may of judged you had died and your group from before such as Rick pretty much ran the show around Alexandria now. You weren't at the line up and you hadn't seen Negan kill Abraham or Glenn, you didn't know Abraham well but he seemed nice enough although you never got too close due to an itching bad feeling he was homophobic. Glenn on the other hand you got on with well, being around the same age you both instinctively became close and you'd even considered telling him you were gay but in the end you decided not to, you had known how bad he was at keeping secrets since Hershel's farm when he told Dale about Loris pregnancy and the Hershel families secret zombie collection in the Barn. You feel slightly guilty for not telling him now he's gone though, he would've always had your back.

Less than a week later Negan came banging on the gate, you were counting ammunition and had noticed missing guns but decided it would be best to stay quiet right now. He sends his men to strip peoples houses of mattresses and items he decided he wanted, you're suddenly struck with a horrid feeling of nausea knowing your photos are hidden under your mattress so you run off back to the armory to pretend to check stock.

Around your fourth time checking the stock of guns and ammo Negan bursts in, "Well hey there... Y/n?" You nod. "I believe these are yours sweetheart." He hands you your photos and you swallow hard, you can't tell if you're about to cry or scream. "Don't worry i won't tell a soul, I'm not as bad as prick makes me out to be I wouldn't out someone. Well, assuming you're not out by the way all these photos were hidden under your mattress." You hide the photos in your back pocket and shrug. "I had my men leave your mattress there and maybe we could... You know, in return for my selflessness." He gets close to your face and smirks but backe off when his men enter and you hand them the lists of stock.

The next few time's Negan visits he flirts with you relentlessly, subtle to obvious.

When you saw him walking through the gates this time you sighed knowing it'd just be another day of annoyance, he walks straight up to you and smirks, "hey handsome..." You glare at him.

"Lighten up hon' you don't like a man like me being interested in you?" He laughs to himself and you just look away, almost seething with anger but holding back for Rick's sake. Negan sees your anger and his face shows how hard realisation hit him that you were genuinely annoyed with him and not just playing hard to get.

"Look, you don't have to act all macho to make people think you're not gay. Plus, i don't understand why you're even bothered about people knowing! It's the end of the damn world, laws don't exist anymore if you didn't realise, so if someone makes your life hard over your sexuality do what i do, bash some skulls in." Your eyes soften, while he doesn't exactly have a way with words you do understand his point. "I'm not like you." You respond to him with an ounce of bitterness but he smiles, "no you're not, but you get what I'm gettin' at." His hand brushes yours and you finally look up at him and your eyes lock. "Yeah... Yeah i guess you're right." You mutter and he smiles, his face gets a bit closer to yours. "Loosen up and have a bit of fun doll."

Your lips meet, at first you're unsure and think about pushing him away but his words ring in your head "loosen up and have a little fun" So you pull him closer and the pair of you share a passionate kiss.

Wherever this is going to go, you're sure it'll upset people but you've decided that if you're going to live in a world where you could die any day you'd rather die happy than moping and hiding yourself from others.

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(A/n): I hope you liked it! I loved the request, sorry it took so long I've got ridiculous amounts of work to get done so squeezed this in as much as possible!

#x male reader #twd negan #negan smith #negan x male reader #negan fluff #negan smith fluff #fluff

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yellowroseswrites · 11 months

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Hey, could I get Matt murdock with #8 and #20 off of your most recent prompt list? Maybe with a reader who has self harm problems? Thank you so much!

Here you are lovely, sorry for the insanely long wait :)

TW- Self harm mentions, I tried staying as gn as possible but I'll have to re-edit to be sure, reader hurt their arm but nothing else is specific I don't think, a little ooc matt, Written on mobile :(

817 words, enjoy!

“Are you alright?”

A simple question really. Not one that should scare you as much as it does, but it’s coming from Matt.

Your all-knowing, no-nonsense super boyfriend. The one who can tell you more about yourself than you’ll ever know and the one who sees you best without ever really seeing you.

He just returned from his “night job” as you called it. He kept bad guys off the streets while you were left at home to fight your own demons.

The answer to his question is no, but he didn’t deserve to hear that. You should be asking him if he’s alright, not the other way around. So you did what you do best, you hid and you lied.

“Of course, ‘m just tired. How was your night?” A simple lie, but a lie nonetheless. You didn’t like lying to your sweet, loving boyfriend, but you also didn’t like the idea of telling him about your most recent relapse either.

He hummed slightly as he managed to change into his sleeping clothes, a nice baggy shirt and sweatpants that highlighted everything they should. He tossed one of his shirts over to you, with far too much aim and accuracy for a blind man, “Here, it’ll be more comfortable, it’s supposed to get warm in the morning.”

Okay, this is great, this is fine, it’ll be fine. He won’t notice. You slowly took off the sweatshirt you were wearing, paying careful attention to your fresh bandages.

You don’t know why you relapsed, and you aren't even quite sure why you started harming yourself in the first place, but it’s been something that you have fallen back on time and time again. You had told Matt about your issues with it, and he was nothing but kind and understanding. You ended that conversation with a promise to stay clean, you promised you would talk to him before doing anything, and you promised you wouldn’t lie about it if you ever did it again.

So, you’ve broken three promises tonight, and you would really like it if your super-senses boyfriend wouldn’t sense the guilt that is practically flowing out of your being.

You finally manage to get the sweatshirt off of you as quietly as you can. You pull the t-shirt on over your head and Matt almost immediately turns your way.

“Do you have a bandage on?”

Your heart nearly stops. You try your best to even out your breathing, you don’t want Matt to notice that you’re stressed. You take a breath before answering, “What? No, why?”

He walks a little closer to you, while still keeping his distance. He’s only hesitant when you’re panicking. He knows, he knows, he knows. “I heard it. I heard the fabric and the bandage, I-. Please tell me you didn't hurt yourself again."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You stayed silent.

“Im sorry, i shouldnt word it like that. You can tell me if you did.”

“No, no I can’t, you’re gonna be mad at me, you're gonna leave me, i-.” You couldn't breathe. You were looking at the ground, your hands scratching at your sides. You weren't sure when Matt made his way to you, but soon enough you felt his arms wrap around you. You smelled his body wash and gripped his shirt to ground yourself. You caught your breath before removing yourself from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, I'm not mad. Just go take a seat on the bed okay?"

You did as he said, sitting on the edge of the large bed. You watched as he made his way to the bathroom. You heard some scrambling and a few sighs, but you let him be. It took about 5 minutes before he walked out again. When he reappeared he was holding a trash bag in one hand and a first aid kit in the other.

"What are you doing?" You asked quietly.

He placed the trash bag by the door, "Taking care of you."

"Why?"

He sat next to you and opened the kit, "Because you clearly can't do it yourself." He grabbed your bandaged arm, making sure to stay as gentle as possible. "I'm going to redo your bandages okay? If you don't change them out you're gonna get infected."

You simply nodded and let him do as he wished. Your gaze stayed strictly on the ground. You didn't want to see his face as he ran his fingers along your wounds, even though you could hear the change in his breathing. You hated this, you hated feeling so exposed to him, but he somehow managed to make you feel safe.

He finished rewrapping your wounds before letting you lay back against the pillows. He put up the first aid kit and crawled into bed with you, pulling you as close to him as possible.

"Goodnight Angel."

#yellowroseswrites #comfort fics #x reader #x reader fic #self h@rm #sh!reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock comfort #comfort blurb

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asahicore · 1 year

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espresso macchiato - sjh

part 1 of the coffee mini-series // prompt 72 of the 100 kisses list, accidentally bumping noses

pairing. coworker!junghwan x fem!reader

synopsis. It’d only been a month since Junghwan had started to work with you at the coffee shop, but your crush on him was already threatening to make itself known. It took a broken espresso machine and a cute accident for you to find out that these feelings might not be one-sided.

genre. winter au, coffee shop au, fluff with a side of fluff and extra fluff, noona!reader (just one-year age gap tho)

word count. 2.2k

a/n. i said two seconds ago that i would post this tomorrow but i already changed my mind. i had so so much fun writing this so i hope you will too while reading! i tried to make it as cute as possible... just cute cute cute... super excited to write the rest of the series. no promises but i'll try to do like a double update next weekend with part 2 of this and part 2 of hey heeseung !! ok i know nobody reads these but as always lmk what u think pls and thank u bye bye <3

winter.

You should’ve known that nothing good could come out of having such a cute coworker as So Junghwan.

The moment he’d stepped into the coffee shop, announcing himself with a big smile as the new barista, you had to keep yourself from freaking out. Somehow, all the ugly things that came with being a barista hadn’t tarnished your dream for a coffee shop romance. No amount of spilled coffee and rude customers could stop you from wishing a handsome guy would stride in and sweep you off your feet.

But now that said handsome guy had finally strode in, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Because it wasn’t enough for the handsome guy to just be handsome, he also had to be charming, and kind, and funny. And tall. Very, very tall. If at first his face alone had been enough to destabilize you, soon, it was his contagious boyish grin, the sound of his laughter, the way his hands worked the machines that made your heart beat faster than it should. You’d even started to like the fact that he called you noona - at first, you chided him for it, arguing that you were barely a year older than him, but he insisted, and you didn’t have a choice but to get used to it.

As with most bad things in your life, you blamed your manager. Got a cold? The manager insisted on turning the heating all the way up this winter, and your body has gone into shock every time you’ve had to go back into the cold outside. Missed a deadline? The manager asked you to take over someone else’s shift that one day you had planned on writing your essay after procrastinating for two weeks. Liked the new barista? The manager made you responsible for his training, because “you’ve been here for so long” (two years) and “you’re one of our best” (ten time employee of the month, thank you very much) and “you have the most overlapping shifts with him, anyway.” No problem, boss. No problem at all, you’d said, and you had meant it, until Junghwan walked right from your dreams and into the coffee shop on a bright morning in early December.

The first few weeks, it was easy to lie to yourself that it was just due to Junghwan being practically perfect that you felt like this - anyone with eyes and an attraction to men would react the same way. Or so you thought, until you talked to your coworker-turned-bestie, Jayoon.

“I don’t know, I think he’s kinda dorky.” Your friend had simply shrugged when you asked her about the newbie. You’d been trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but your interest in him was obvious. But then she’d seen your appalled expression, and tried to backtrack slightly. “I mean, super nice and all, just not my style. He’s all yours,” she’d added with a wink.

You realized you had a proper crush on him when a customer wrote her number on the receipt and left it for him, and the jealousy you felt upon seeing the slight blush that spread across his cheeks was too much to ignore. Something you had noticed about Junghwan after a month of working with him was that he could dish it but not take it. When it came to grabbing something you couldn’t reach from the top shelf for you, telling you your hair looked cute that day, or making a little heart on top of the latte you desperately needed when you worked the opening shift together, he was a pro - but if you so much as called him cute or patted his head, the boy became a stammering and blushing mess, akin to the clueless female lead of a high school romance anime.

Seeing someone else have that effect on him was no fun. You wanted to run after the girl and lecture her about disturbing coffee shop employees when they’re trying to do their job, but you knew you just wished you had as much guts as her to shoot your shot with Junghwan.

“Look, noona, a girl gave me her number,” he said, gloating and holding the small piece of paper for you to see, when a random two p.m. rush had subsided. “She even drew a heart.”

You scoffed, turning away and pretending to be busy rearranging the syrup shelf so he wouldn’t see the glare in your eyes. “You look so happy,” you commented moodily. Great job hiding your crush, Y/N, you thought.

“It is pretty flattering.”

You turned your head to look at him. He’d taken a few steps closer to you and was now resting his back against the counter, palms flat on the surface behind him to hold him up. His smile had gotten even wider, that idiot. You squinted your eyes at him. “So, are you gonna call her? Or text her?”

“No,” he’d answered right away, and the lack of hesitation took you by surprise. “There’s someone else I like.”

The words had already made your breath hitch in your throat - but as if he was intent on killing you, Junghwan started walking right towards you, only stopping when he was towering over your shorter frame. He crumbled the receipt in his hands and threw it in the trash can that you happened to be standing in front of, his eyes never once leaving yours. He beamed down at you, that familiar, puppyish grin that lights up his whole face, and, as if nothing happened, walked to the register to take the order of a customer that had just arrived.

It took at least a full minute for your breathing to return to normal.

Junghwan was a quick learner. He mastered the espresso machine and latte art in record time, remembered recipes to specialty drinks easily, and didn’t panic when someone ordered something he’d never made before. He also wasn’t scared to ask for help, and you’d soon grown used to his questions, tone ranging from simply curious to downright alarmed. Noona, do I add cocoa powder on top of a cappuccino? Noona, what’s the difference between a regular latte and a latte macchiato? Noona, why the hell does this person want their chai to be dirty?!

So when he called out, Noona, I think the machine’s broken, you hadn’t thought anything of it at first. Luckily, it was reaching closing time, and not many people came for a caffeine fix at seven in the evening, so you could easily deal with the machine.

You headed to where Junghwan was crouching, glaring at the espresso machine as if that would magically fix it. You shook your head at him with a chuckle and told him to scooch over. Either in an attempt to tease you, or because he genuinely wanted to know how to repair it, Junghwan followed your every move, very, very closely. He stood and bent over the machine along with you, checked the water and coffee bean levels along with you, made sure the tubes were properly cleaned along with you. But in the end, it was just that the tube that poured the espresso had come somewhat loose, and so the machine beeped in warning every time one tried to make coffee.

“Look, it’s no big deal, just that the tube came loo- Oh!”

Junghwan had been looking at you as you explained the problem, but the two of you were crouching in front of the counter, so close together that when you turned your head to look at him, your noses had bumped into each other. You’d both leaned back in surprise at the same time, eyes widening and heat spreading to both of your faces as you peered at each other, astonished. But then, Junghwan’s face broke into a grin, and a chuckle escaped his lips, then another one. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, the fact that you had to keep quiet because of the few remaining customers in the shop making it even harder to stop giggling.

When after a few minutes, you managed to regain your senses, a wave of shyness hit you - even if for just a split second, you had been close enough to Junghwan for your noses to touch, even, perhaps, for your lips to touch. And thinking about kissing Junghwan was not good for your heart.

A silence settled between the two of you, and you were thankful for the music playing softly and the chatter of the customers that filled the otherwise quiet coffee shop. You could barely look at Junghwan anymore and found him quickly averting his gaze as well every time you dared a glance at him, as if the same realization had hit him.

Fifteen minutes later and you could finally close. You and Junghwan said “bye” to the last customers, then started cleaning the store and preparing it for tomorrow’s first shifters in unusual silence - normally, you’d spend an hour joking around, chasing the other with a mop or spraying water on the other’s face, but today, not a peep could be heard from either of you. You didn’t know what to make of it, but at least, it meant you were done half an hour earlier than usual.

Shivering, Junghwan watched as you hurriedly locked the doors to the coffee shop, wanting to put your gloves on as quickly as possible. It was so warm and toasty inside that stepping outside was like being pushed into a bath of ice water. You were about to start walking to the bus stop, as you always did with Junghwan after the closing shift, but he stopped you.

“Noona, your scarf.” He stepped in front of you and reached out to tighten your scarf, even though it was already snug around your neck. Immediately recalling the proximity you’d been in not even an hour earlier, all you could do was look up at him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. When his eyes met yours, a small grin bloomed on his lips. He kept his hands on your scarf, holding gently there.

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked in a quiet voice, looking down at your scarf so Junghwan couldn’t see your flustered reaction - but something prompted you to meet his eyes once more.

His grin got wider and unconsciously, you started smiling too. “Nothing,” he admitted, then finally let go of your scarf, and you released a breath at the same time. You followed as he started walking towards the bus stop, hanging your head low so he couldn’t see the smile on your lips. Just like you, his hands were buried in his coat pockets, but you were itching to reach out and grab one of them. You couldn’t stop wondering what his reaction would be.

Then, he sighed contentedly. When you looked up at him, he was smiling too, looking straight ahead of him. The cold had already bit at his cheeks and nose, staining them bright red, and there were slowly melting snowflakes covering his hair. You thought he’d never looked so handsome. It was almost painful, tearing your gaze away from his face.

“It’s so cold, you can see your breath,” he suddenly said, and you laughed. Not because what he’d said was particularly funny or interesting, but because it was such a relief, hearing his voice after long minutes of silence.

“Yeah,” you simply replied, giggling when your gazes met for a brief moment.

When you reached the bus stop, you sat down on the bench while he stood, tracing figures in the snow with his foot. Your heart swelled ten times its size and you couldn’t stop smiling as he wrote your initial, a plus sign and his initial, then encircled them in a heart. You shook your head at him but it made you unreasonably happy.

“Too cheesy?” he asked, smiling so wide that the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“No, I love it,” you replied, giggling, but you meant it.

He sat down next to you, kicking your shoe with his, and you both giggled at nothing. Too soon, his bus came.

“Noona?” he called out as he stood up, walking towards the bus door. You said nothing but raised your head, waiting for him to go on. “You know how I said there’s someone I like?”

This time, you said nothing because you couldn’t speak. Your heart stopped beating, anticipating his next words. You meekly nodded.

The bus doors opened and he slipped inside, turning back to look at you, that boyish grin you love so much still on his lips.

“It’s you.”

The doors closed and Junghwan headed to a window seat, waving happily at you as the bus took him away, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

When your shock faded, all that was left was happiness. Junghwan’s sudden confession filled you with a warm, honey-like feeling that settled comfortably in your heart, in your bones, everywhere. The cold January air couldn’t cool you down.

You didn’t stop smiling for a second the whole way home, and you’d never been so excited for your next shift.

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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Promise (Lewis Hamilton)

The season has kept Lewis so busy he hasn't been paying attention to you in the way you needed

Note: english is not my first language. After a long time on hold (since april), I'm finally posting this one. The timeline is a bit bent to fit what I already had written for what was requested, so I hope you don't mind it too much! Hopefully the person who requested this is still around and reading this ✨️

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Tw: mentions loss of friendships, curse words

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"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to make it. Lew already asked me to go see him race that weekend, I have booked the flights and managed to clear my work schedule too", you said to your friend after she practically ambushed you into have a coffee with her after work, "c'mon, I don't even feel like we've seen eachother recently. You're either at work or with Lewis. It's like you don't have time for me, or rather don't make it", she groaned and you frowned. You met up with her not even 10 days ago, and while you couldn't see her everyday, you managed to text her back with reasonable timing everytime she had any issues or needed some comfort, so hearing those words and accusations for what you recalled the third time over the last few weeks threw you off. Was it really something you deserved? You wondered, maybe you really weren't being the best of friends given everything happening in your life.

"It's been hard, my schedule has been all over the place. I've been quite tired and I honestly just want to relax at home when I get back from work, we've had a lot of clients, which has been good for the business, but there's also been a lot more effort in making everything work smoothly", you tried to offer her your point of view, knowing yourself that there were days you could barely answer your boyfriend back simple questions, both of happy and content to either just cuddle when he was home or have a quick videocall whenever he was away, letting you get your deserved rest.

"Do you have everything, darling?", Lewis said over the phone as you fastened the zip on your suitcase, "yes. Angela said that she could come and meet me with my passes. Apparently there was an issue with printing them, my name or something, I'm not sure, but she said they were good now", you recalled, looking back at your boyfriend on the screen while he smiled, "I can't wait to have you here with me", he admitted, making your heart soft, "it's been really difficult, the car and all, and I know having you here will be good".

The next day, like you had arranged, you met up with Angela at the entrance of the GP, greeting her with a smile before she noticed it, "was your flight that bad?", she wondered, "you look a bit off, dear", she explained herself better, "it was okay, just had trouble sleeping because of this crazy schedule", you tried your best to brush it off. You had looked at yourself in the mirror, and had noticed the eye bags, the veins around your eyes much stronger and, truly, you knew no one would believe you were okay, but you guessed trying wouldn't be hard, and despite feeling like Angela caught on, she decided to drop the subject, handing you your pass and grabbing your suitcase once you reached the hospitality so she could store it in a safe place.

"Hey, Y/N", George smiled, greeting you as you both walked down to the garage, "Lewis mentioned you'd be joining us today", he said, opening the door for you before following you by your side, "the flight was delayed a little, and there was traffic here, or at least my driver said it isn't usually that busy, so I got here to the sound of the engines already", you pouted, grabbing a headset for yourself from the wall.

"I'll be in there with Toto and Mick, we'll speak later, okay? Carmen is also travelling tomorrow night", George said as he walked up to sit with the rest of the team, sitting this session out as they had chosen to have Frederik drive this session on his place.

The free practice sessions did not go all that well, especially considering how you knew Lewis and the whole team would have wanted them to go, so when Lewis came out of the last session, the team allowed them a few hours so they could rest up a little and get re-energised before debriefing.

"Hey, gorgeous", Lewis said as he walked up to you, "I'm so happy you're here", he mumbled against the thin skin on your neck, taking in your scent and presence as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Do you want to talk about it?", you asked, running your fingers on his back as the slight scratch from your nails soothed him as you walked to sit on the sofa, "I can't bring the car to the front, it's like I can't do it. We've worked so hard on it, the team has come up with so many improvements and yet it still isn't reaching the front, there's no comparison", he let it put, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "and I can't do it either, it's my fault too, I just want to make us a competitive team again, having fights every weekend for the P1, and yet, here we are".

Kissing his knuckles, you looked up at him through your lashes, "it will all add up, my love", you caressed his skin, "there's no way your efforts won't be rewarded, you just have to keep going, keep fighting, keep rising", you smiled, seeing the corner of his lips move upwards, "one day at a time, all will be well, you just have to keep going, we just have to keep going with those we love most", you muttered, joining your foreheads so they could touch.

Silverstone always had a big buzz around it, so you always took the week off, "remember last year? Your friends also joined us for the party", Lewis recalled as you sat in the hospitality. Media duties had long been taken care of and Lewis wanted to hang out in the meal area in case anyone needed him before you retired to his room.

"Yeah, it was a good time", you mumbled, reliving the memories in your head. You had had dinner and partied until early hours of the night with some of your friends, who were that at the time.

The previous week, your friend had been very assertive when she called you to show her displeasure of your lack of effort to meet up with her, telling you how much you had changed and how it wasn't fair that you could only meet up once or twice a month, "it's not fair to us or to our friendship, so unless this changes, I don't see how we can carry on". The accusations were not false, you recognised that you couldn't be as present as much as before, but the premise she was holding it on seemed wrong to you. And as much as it bothered you and pained you, calling it quits was the best decision in the long run. You had enough things on your plate, and having to reassure her that you were still there for her despite all the mean comments and accusations she would throw at you, wether they were about how much time you spent working or how Lewis wasn't the right person for you, was not something you wanted to endure for your own well-being.

"How is she, by the way?", Lewis questioned as he drank his water.

"We are not friends anymore, things just didn't work out", you offered quietly, not wanting to dwell much on the topic or have your boyfriend worry about one more thing.

"Y/N!", Lewis heard Carmen call, seeing his teammate's girlfriend approach you, warmly greeting him as well before he left you two alone for some catching up, "call me if you need anything", your boyfriend said, kissing the top of your head sweetly before leaving you two to speak and moving to the table where Angela was sitting.

"Is she feeling better?", Angela asked him, nodding over to you with her eyes and smiling as you spoke to the spanish women, the genuine easiness radiating from you.

"Y/N? She's been well, I think...", he said, unsure of his own answer. You hadn't talked much about how you were feeling, and he definitely wanted to follow up on what you had just been talking about when you were comfortable, but other than that, he had no clue. Work had been busier as you received more clients and you needed a little more time to rest that usual, and you had been tagging out of plans family and friends tried to make with you. Maybe Angela was right and there was something going on.

"You should talk to her, see how everything is, Lewis. I know she has a habit of bottling everything, and while I figured she'd talk to you and bring it up, and that it would help, I'm not sure it's enough", she patted his back as she allowed him to process the situation.

Later that night, back in your hotel bedroom, you had just come out of the shower, grabbing your toiletries' bag so you could moisturise your skin, propping your leg on the bed so you could rub the product into the skin as you heard Lewis walk around the room.

As you moved to adjust your towell while you put on your underwear, you felt Lewis' hands on your shoulders before his lips pressed kisses to your clean skin, his touch so soft and tender that it melted you inside.

"Can we talk about something, darling?", he asked, moving to sit in front of you, taking his place on the bed as Roscoe joined him.

"Sure, love. Are you okay? Is something wrong?", you promptly offered, ready to be all ears to his worries as Roscoe found his perfect spot on the comforter.

"It's about you, actually", he said as you pulled your top on, leaving the towell on the bathroom before coming back to sit on the bed, "what about me?", you asked, unsure of the topic was.

"How have you been? And I don't want to hear 'I'm okay' or 'just tired from work', because that's most definitely not the truth", Lewis began, holding your hand in his, "I've been so blind to all of this, and I only noticed now just how much you're being affected, and I want to know what it is and how I can help you", he gulped, "I've been so caught up in my own things and I've missed this, I'm so sorry, Y/N", he looked into your eyes.

You knew you had been unable to hide it. And now, you couldn't escape it.

Taking a deep breath, you traced the tattoos on his hand, the seamless way the ink flowed mesmerising as you allowed yourself to become vulnerable to him, opening up about your friendships and how everything at work was both the thing that has been keeping you sane and afloat, but also buried in doubt.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't notice this", Lewis apoligised, "I've been so absorbed in getting the results we need for the team, and-", you interrupted him, knowing the wasn't the one to blame.

"Lew, I didn't want to burden you with this, it's my own doing, too", you admitted, wanting to stop the whole blame spiral going on between both of you.

"Still, I should've noticed", he tsked at himself, holding you in his arms as you cuddled into his chest, "you shouldn't have to go through that alone, no one should. I want you to tell me anything that bothers you. My career is not above us, it will never be", he said as he looked into your eyes, "and, for all that matters, the decision to end the friendship was for the better. And I know you know this, and it still hurts, and that's okay. Roscoe, buddy", he called, "come give mummy a big, big cuddle", he smiled as the dog attended to his request.

"I'm sorry, too", you said as you petted Roscoe, his snores showing you he was enjoying them, "just wanted to be a happy and cheerful partner, and support you", you reiterated.

"From now on, promise you'll tell me anything that bothers you?", he assured as you smiled, kissing his lips as a seal of your promise, "I promise".

"I love you, Y/N, and it's me, you and Roscoe against the world", Lewis said.

"Agains the world and the rest of the paddock?", you joked, "just about, yes".

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mysteryshoptls · 8 months

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SR Riddle Rosehearts - Lab Coat Vignette

"This is my 'intuition.'"

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Riddle's Room]

[knock, knock]

Riddle: Please, come in.

Trey: Excuse me. Riddle, have you finished filling in all of the paperwork for the Housewarden meeting?

Riddle: I've long been finished. Here you go.

Trey: Oh, wow… That's a lot. This all goes to the Headmage, right?

Riddle: That's right. There are still other documents I need to finish tidying up, so I'll be counting on you.

Trey: Got it, I'll bring it to him right away. Make sure you don't push yourself too hard.

Trey: I'll be off then.

Riddle: Goodness… Trey has always been a bit of a worrier.

Riddle: Although, if I rest now, I won't be able to get everything done according to my schedule. I'll try to finish this up quickly.

Riddle: Hmm, all that is left now is… the registration forms for the Inter-Dorm Magical Shift Tournament.

Riddle: …I see, since Azul prepared these, there are an abundance of regulations to go through. It will be quite a lot just to read through it.

[rain starts to fall]

Riddle: Hm, is that rain…? I was so focused on checking the documents that I didn't even notice.

Riddle: It's coming down pretty hard. The forecast hadn't even given any warning for this.

Riddle: I wonder if Trey brought an umbrella with him when he left...

[Cafeteria]

―The next day

Trey: Achoo!

Riddle: !

Trey: Whew… Sorry for sneezing over the food.

Cater: Trey-kun, you sick?

Riddle: Really, now… This is why I told you to stay warm and sleep early yesterday.

Trey: Haha, that's my bad. I wanted to finish all my assignments, so I ended up staying up later than I meant to.

Trey: So it's just a self-management issue. Riddle, it's not your fault.

Riddle: Humph…

Cater: Hey, wait! Why's Trey-kun apologizing when he's the one who's sick and Riddle-kun is perfectly fine?

Cater: Obviously, there's something going on here that I don't know! Tell mee, let me in on it～

Trey: I mean, it's not really anything important…

Riddle: Yesterday, it started raining while he was out running an errand for me.

Cater: Ahh～ yeah, I guess I remember it raining. That was super unlucky, huh, Trey-kun?

Trey: Yeah… Achoo!

Riddle: Trey, do you have a fever?

Trey: I took my temperature this morning, but… I think it's looking good for now.

Riddle: Once you finish dinner, you should check your temperature once more. It doesn't seem like you have much of an appetite, either…

Cater: He's right, you haven't eaten anything. Why don't you go to the infirmary later?

Trey: Both of you are overreacting. I'm fine. I'm just a little lethargic, is all.

Cater: Then at the very least, you should have some soup, or something else good for you like that. Want me to go buy some for ya?

Trey: Like I said, you're blowing this way out of proportion. You don't have to do anything that… Achoo!

Trey: Urgh…

Cater: Uh-huh, see, like I said. Hey, Riddle-kun… I'm going to go take Trey-kun back to the dorm.

Riddle: …

[Library]

Riddle: Trey's cold has completely taken a turn for the worse. At this rate, my own ability to care for my own dorm residents will be called into question.

Riddle: Let's find a home cooking recipe book… Here it is. Hm, the soups listed here that would be good to help warm up someone with a cold are…

Riddle: Spicy curry soup, tomato and chili soup, leek and pork habanero soup…

Riddle: These all seem like they would warm anyone up, but they don't seem very gentle on the stomach…

Lilia: You there, boy, is something troubling you?

Riddle: Oh! You are Lilia-senpai from Diasomnia… Whenever did you get behind me…?

Lilia: Your nose was really dug into that book. What're you looking for?

Lilia: …Oh, you've got a recipe book there in your hands, I see.

Riddle: Ah, no, this is…!

Lilia: So, are you trying to cook something? I thought that was your Vice Housewarden's job.

Riddle: …Ordinarily, it would be, yes.

Lilia: Haha, I see. Looks like Trey really got hit hard by his cold despite his protesting.

Riddle: Eh? How did you know of that?

Lilia: We're in the same class, after all. He'd been sneezing all morning, so anyone'd notice.

Lilia: Which means, I guess you're in here searching for a light soup that would be gentle on his stomach to make for him?

Riddle: …He came down with that cold because of me.

Lilia: Hmm, seeing you so distraught and out of your comfort zone brings back memories.

Lilia: It takes me back, how old was Silver back then, again…?

Riddle: I believe it would be a major over-exaggeration to say I am distraught. …I will be fine once I find the right recipe.

Lilia: I bet you won't find it.

Riddle: Wh-Why would you say that?

Lilia: Kufufu. Because I've searched for one before, too.

Lilia: A mild soup to chase away a cold is much too easy to be found in recipe books.

Lilia: You can just feel the arrogance of those professional chefs.

Riddle: No… Well then, I'll simply have to think of another dish.

Lilia: Wait, wait, no need to rush off. How about I help teach you something you can make instead of soup.

Riddle: Eh!?

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Kitchen]

Riddle: I never realized how cold the kitchens get at night…

Lilia: Well, yeah, there's a lot of things that use fire here. Obviously, it'll be colder when there's no one else around.

Lilia: Anyway, let's get down to business. We need to finish making the soup before Trey goes to sleep.

Riddle: Right. Let me think, first… Should I retrieve the pot?

Lilia: Mhm. And you'll also need water and the seasonings.

Riddle: How much water should I use? …And please don't just say "use your intuition."

Lilia: You can just measure out how much you want him to drink in a cup and add that. As for seasonings, that'll be based on how much flavor you want to give it.

Riddle: How much I want him to drink… Would three cups be enough?

Lilia: Oho, jumping right in. Well, that should be fine. As they always say, "go big or go home."

Lilia: Next, you'll want to add a few spoonfuls of consommé for each cup of water… How many spoonfuls was it again? Eh, probably about 4.

Riddle: I understand. Then that would be a total of 12 spoonfuls.

Lilia: Now all that's left is to season it and let it simmer, but now comes the hard part. Everything from here will be gut feeling.

Riddle: Urgh… That is what I was hoping to avoid… Can one really create a delicious dish while relying on instinct…?

Riddle: So then, what would my intuition say to put in the soup? Should I start with salt?

Lilia: Hm. Salt is a fundamental ingredient, but the best ingredient is putting in what you want to. For example… What is your favorite food?

Riddle: That would be a strawberry tart for me. However, that cannot be added to a soup.

Lilia: You think? I think it would increase your appetite if it's made with something that you truly like.

Lilia: Choose ingredients chock full of nutrients to also add to the soup. Like ginger, eggs, garlic…

Lilia: Oh yes, bananas and yoghurt were common ingredients in my home.

Riddle: You'd really put those in as well…?

Riddle: Although, it is important to consume the proper nutrition efficiently, so you may have a point… How much should I put in?

Lilia: That's where your intuition comes into play!! The more nutrition you put in, the faster he'll get better.

Riddle: Is that so… Then, I'll add more…

Lilia: Back when I made this, I remember I added chili peppers.

Lilia: With one bite, Silver jumped out of bed as if whatever curse he was under had been lifted.

Riddle: W-Wouldn't a stimulant like that be detrimental here? …Alright, I think that's enough seasoning now.

Lilia: Oh, you're not going to add anything else?

Riddle: That's right. I pictured Trey and what I thought he'd like… This is my "intuition".

Lilia: I see, then. Well, all that's left is to bring it to a boil and it'll be done.

Riddle: I understand. Is medium heat alright…? …For some reason, I feel like the smell its giving off is… too intense…

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey's Room]

Trey: …Achoo!

[knock, knock]

Trey: Hm…? Who's knocking at this hour?

[door opens]

Trey: …Ah.

Riddle: That's my line. You shouldn't still be up "at this hour."

Trey: I had been sleeping ever since I got back to the dorm, I just woke up. I felt a little bit better, so I was just finishing up some homework.

Trey: But never mind that, what do you have there in your hands…?

Riddle: …It's soup. This is the first time I've made anything like this, so I can't vouch for the taste…

Riddle: If you don't want to eat it, you don't have to. I can eat it for breakfast tomorrow.

Trey: No, I'll take it. Thanks for making it for me.

Riddle: Right. Well then, goodnight…

Trey: …[slurp]

Riddle: W-Wait, why are you eating it right now!? Go relax and eat it after I'm gone!

Trey: [slurp… cough, cough] Well, you went through the trouble of making it for me, so I thought I'd tell you how it came out.

Trey: It's not bad for your first time. Thanks.

Riddle: …There's no way… Achoo!

Trey: Riddle?

Riddle: Urgh… Your room is a little cold, Trey. It'll be hard to get better when it's like this.

Riddle: You should raise the temperature and go to sleep quickly.

Trey: Right, you too, Riddle. It looks like it'll be pretty cold tonight.

Riddle: Even now, you're still… It's fine, you need to worry more about yourself than me, Trey.

[School Infirmary]

―The next day

Riddle: …Achoo! Urgh… I feel so cold…

Jade: Riddle-san, please take care. I shall return to the classroom, now.

Riddle: Right, thank you for bringing me to the infirmary during class… Achoo!

Riddle: It doesn't look like the nurse is in, but there are beds available. I can probably take care of myself from here…

Riddle: Whew… First, I need to check my temperature… And get an ice pack…

Riddle: How negligent could I be? I never thought I would catch a cold as well…

Riddle: Ah, I forgot… to change out of my lab coat…

Riddle: But it's… too much work… to take off…

Riddle: …Zzz… Zzz…

Riddle: …Hm?

Riddle: Ah! Oh no, what time is it!?

Trey: School has already ended for the day, Riddle.

Riddle: Trey… Why are you here?

Trey: I heard that you were resting here in the infirmary, so I came to check up on you. How are you feeling?

Riddle: I'm feeling much better now… Achoo!

Trey: It looks like its not gone yet. You should take the rest of today to sleep. We can head back to the dorm once you're doing better.

Riddle: Hah… Looks like we've completely swapped positions from yesterday…

Trey: Haha, guess you're right.

Trey: Thanks for the soup. I drank it all.

Riddle: …You're a fool.

Trey: Hm?

Riddle: Nothing. I can walk with no issue now, so I'll return back to the dorm to rest.

Trey: Do you need someone to hold on to?

Riddle: I don't ne… Achoo!

Requested by Anonymous.

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 8 months

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Self-Loathing and other wrong doings

Okay! This was requested by an Anon, and it is a modern twist on things with a chubby reader. Arthur's gonna help the reader with those nasty thoughts of hers, and he's gonna make things all better, as he typically does.

I'll have this linked on my modern masterlist once I'm done! and I hope you guys can enjoy this!

You'll have to excuse me, I have to find out where I put my tags list before I can actually tag y'all- just be patient with me if you can! I'll get back into the swing of it!

(Here's one of my Arthur Images from one of my playthroughs lmao)

Warnings: Smut, so 18+, self hate and similar themes, meaning negative thoughts, chubby reader, and female reader, modern AU. Fuck it I'm making arthur chubby too cause I can. I think that should be all!

let's get started!

You stare yourself down in the mirror, your hands placed against your stomach, looking at the way it pudged out, pushed out further than the rest of your body.

It wasn't flat, like it should have been. Perhaps if it was you'd hate yourself less. You had nice hips, and your upper half wasn't bad, but that stomach. It's what makes you upset. What makes you wonder why your amazing boyfriend was even with you in the first place.

Every time you saw yourself in the mirror you couldn't ever manage to feel anything but distain for yourself. You always felt so massive.

You had no idea how Arthur could stand to look at you.

You'd planned on taking a shower, that's why you were in here in the first place, but you no longer had an interest in doing so. Your mind felt dark, your head heavy. You just felt...wrong. Uncomfortable in your own skin.

You quietly redress yourself and then leave the bathroom, shutting off the light and pulling the door shut as you head into the hallway of your home.

You make a beeline for your bedroom, thankful that your breakdown has come on a day off, rather than when you'd been at work.

Crawling into the bed feels better than standing, you pull the covers up to your chin, and lie on your side, curled into yourself, as the tears begin to fall.

Your head screams obscenities at you, talking poorly about yourself to you.

Calling you names that you'd already heard throughout your entire life.

"Fatass."

"Ugly"

"Lard on legs"

You weren't the ideal girl, not to anyone. Not even to yourself. Maybe Arthur was gonna text you one of these days and tell you how disgusting you were, and finally leave you, like you deserved.

The tears get heavier, falling down your face faster as the thought enters your mind.

Arthur was your everything, he meant the world to you. If he left you, what would become of you? You'd spiral without him. You know you would. Hell you were spiraling now, and he hadn't even said anything to you.

You're in the middle of wiping the tears on your face when your phone rings, vibrating on the mattress beside you. As if he knew you were thinking about him, his name flashes on the screen, Arthur, with a little heart next to it.

You sniffle and hope you won't sound too bad when you answer, and pick up the phone, turning on speaker phone.

"Hey darlin'! I jus' got outta work, I'm headed your way, figured since you were off I'd just swing by and stay the night with ya, so long as you don't mind."

"That's fine, Love." You answer, swallowing at the thought of him joining you. You'd have to pull yourself together.

"You alright? You sound like you've been cryin' Princess..."

"'M fine Art, just...thinkin'."

"Well, I'll be there in....fifteen minutes at the most, and we'll talk about whatever's botherin' you, I can't have ya cryin' on me now."

He chuckles, and it warms your chest, even over the phone he eases your senses, what would you do when he finally opened his eyes and realized what you looked like?

"Okay, I'll see you then Art."

"I love ya Sweetheart."

"I love you too."

He seems hesitant to hang up, but after a moment he does and leaves you in silence once again.

Your tears continue to come, no matter how much you try to get them to stop, they just keep coming.

Before you realize it, you hear the door open and the sound of Arthur's footsteps as he makes his way down the hall to your room.

He stands in the doorway, and looks at you, and when you turn your head to look at him the look on his face only makes your heart pang worse.

"Oh...Darlin' what are you cryin' for? What's goin' on?"

He wastes no time moving to the bed, kicking off his work boots before he climbs in and cradles you into his chest, and you expected it to comfort you, which, it did, however, you didn't expect to start crying harder.

"Hey now..."

He hushes you and you feel his hand come to your hair, gently petting your head, trying to make you feel more comfortable.

"Talk to me Princess...what's goin' on?"

You swallow and look up at him as your tears fall down your face.

"How can you love someone like me Arthur? Someone who looks like me, who...who's disgusting?"

Arthur looks back at you with a facial expression that you can only describe as...offended.

"The hell are you talkin' about woman?"

"How can you love me, when I look like this?"

"Y/N, what on earth do you mean?"

You huff and stand, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the bed. You drag him down the hall and into the bathroom. You flip the light switch on and look directly into the mirror.

"Look at me."

You mumble.

"Look at the way I'm shaped, the way my body looks. I'm not skinny, I'm not flat. I'm uneven, lumpy...disgusting. Why are you still here? Why haven't you left me and found someone who deserves you? Why are you still with me, when I'm nothing?"

Arthur's brow furrows and a frown covers his face as he looks in the mirror at your form. He turns and grabs your shoulders, forcing you too look at him.

"Y/N, what the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Why are you still here?"

"Because I wanna be! Cause I love ya damnit! I never wanna hear you talk about yourself like that ever again. Never."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"The hell if you are."

His expression goes soft and he cups your face in his large palm.

"Y/N, you're absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous, a god damn treasure for me to behold everytime I see ya...I don't give a damn about the TV shows and the movies, or the magazines, flat stomachs ain't all that. I couldn't give two shits about whether or not someone has a flat stomach. In fact I PREFER, that you're bigger."

You look to the ground, avoiding his gaze.

"Darlin' look at me, I'm not small neither, ain't fit, I got a gut on me myself, but you're still around, why would I be any different?"

He was right. He's a large man, wide shouldered, barrel chested, and a bit of the stomach that hangs over his belt, but it suited him. Fit him well. He was strong too, as much as he would deny it, he was. His biceps were about the size of your head.

"Because...you look...normal."

You mumble.

"You look good, it fits good, you're big and strong, and I'm...just big. Fat, and flabby."

"No. Don't you dare call yourself fat."

You frown as you look at him, and then he slides his arms around your waist, turns you towards the mirror and stands behind you.

"I want you to see what I see in this mirror."

He pauses.

"I see my beautiful girlfriend, who, even with tears in her eyes manages to blow me away. She's soft, and welcoming, and absolutely adorable, I ain't never once looked at her and thought she was ugly, or unlovable, in fact the first time I laid eyes on her I felt like I was in love."

You swallow, looking at his face in the reflection.

"I see my girlfriend, who's got the sexiest hips I've ever seen anywhere. I see my beautiful woman, who's the sweetest, kindest, and most lovely person I've ever come across."

"I see the person I love, and the person I want to come home to everyday. The woman I'm HOPING, to marry someday, hoping to spend the rest of my life with, if she lets me."

You stay silent and tears seem to only get worse.

"Darlin' I love you. With all my heart."

He states, his voice quiet in your ear.

"I love how you look, how you sound, who ya are, everythin' about you makes me happy. I like that you're a bigger girl. I don't want you to be skinny. There's more for me to hold the way you are now, and I ain't gotta be gentle with you, I don't have to worry I'm gonna hurt you."

He leans in and kisses your shoulder, then your neck.

"Ain't never once cared about you bein' skinny, and I don't want you to be. I kiss that stomach o' yours everytime we're intimate. You know that. I love it, and I love you."

"I just...Arthur I...I hate me. I hate the way I look, I hate-"

"Darlin' you're breakin' my heart."

You turn and face him, looking up at him.

His eyes seem tired, almost broken as he looks back at you, sad.

"I love you."

He murmurs, bringing a hand to your chin to tilt your head up.

"I ain't goin' nowhere, even if you think I should, I ain't. I'm stickin' by you. What kinda man would I be if I let the best woman I've ever met slip outta my fingers?"

You simply hug him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you as your head hits his chest.

"I love you Princess."

"I love you Arthur."

He sighs and rests his chin on your head.

"What started all this anyhow?"

"I wanted to take a shower and...I...you know I saw myself naked."

"Sweetheart, I promise you, seein' you naked is my favorite part of anyday if I'm given the chance to see it."

You can't help but laugh a little, and wipe your eyes.

"You still need a shower?"

You give a nod.

"I'll join you, if you want. I need one myself, covered in oil and grease, and god knows what else."

"Will you please? I think I'll feel better with you there. I won't focus on how I look so much."

"Anythin' for ya Princess." He kisses your forehead, pushing some of your hair out of the way. "Stay here, I'll go back to your room and get you some pj's. You finally got all my stuff put into whatever drawer it is you wanted it in right?"

"Yeah, left side, the top two drawers."

"Alright, I'll grab our clothes and I'll be right back. Why don't you start the shower and grab the towels for us, okay?"

He leaves and heads back to your room, and you feel a bit better, more hopeful. Your chest is lighter, so is your head, and you even smile as you turn the shower on.

He was a wonderful man. He deserved the world, and you'd gladly give it to him, given the chance.

You find two towels easily and place them on the counter before you strip down and get into the shower, pulling the curtain shut.

The water is hot, but not hot enough to burn, and you again smile as the water hits your skin.

You hear the sound of the door opening and Arthur drops off the clothes on the counter. You listen as he shimmies out of his clothes and then you hear the curtain open from the other end.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his body to yours, offering a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"See...this ain't so bad."

"It's not bad when you're here."

He chuckles and it rumbles through you, just as it rumbles through him.

"You are beautiful, inside and out."

He whispers, kissing your cheek.

"I'm gonna have you admitting it, I will. I ain't gonna let you sit here and hate yourself. I can't do that."

"Good luck on that Hon."

"I will get you to say it."

He states, this time it's firm, less playful.

"I ain't gonna let you sit here and say all these awful things about yourself anymore."

He kisses your neck again, this time there's a difference in the way his lips feel against your skin.

It's more...possessive, marking.

"Arthur..."

"If ya won't believe my words maybe I can prove it to ya...if you're alright with that..."

You think for a moment, but it doesn't take long for you to decide.

You nod, and twist your head to kiss him on the cheek.

"You sure?"

You nod again.

"Yes Arthur. I'm sure. I want this."

He nods and again kisses your neck, again it's bruising, you know the skin there will be a purple hue.

His hands travel over the skin of your stomach, gentle, loving. His thumbs move back and forth against the skin there, hoping to reassure you.

His hands travel lower, caressing your thighs as he kisses your shoulders, mumbling under his breath about how much he loves you.

His right hand finds it's way towards your heat, he's gentle, two fingers slipping past your folds as he murmurs in your ear.

Your heart speeds as you feel the familiar stretch of his fingers.

"Arthur..."

"You deserve to feel good Princess..."

He kisses your cheek again, fingers curling within you. You feel his hardness against your rear, it's obvious it doesn't take much when he's with you.

The showerhead rains down on the two of you, adding to the sensation.

Arthur's fingers never stop moving, moving gently, slowly. He's in no rush. In fact he's doing his utmost to take all the time in the world with you.

He rocks his hips against you, just barely. Trying to help himself as he helps you.

It's sweet, in a way.

It's a long while before his hand even dares reach for your clit, and when it does, he seems to know exactly what to do, exactly how fast or slow to move, what direction to move.

He's been with you long enough to know.

That too is sweet.

You can't help but mumble his name over and over again as he continues with his way, a smile on his face as he moves his hips against you, his hand in tandem.

It feels like forever passes before you finally come upon your climax, quietly moaning out his name as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

It's slow, but it's just as good as it would have been otherwise.

He never stops kissing you, or telling you how he loves you.

He's more than what you could have asked for,

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 community #arthur morgan x reader #milk delivery #red dead redemption 2

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lunadeathbed · 11 months

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★ Hi Again ★

Normally Not Normal

The long awaited part 2 of Hi Ren! FINALLY!!!! Sorry that it took so long to actually get it out but I didn't forget about it!

Link to part 1 of Normally Not Normal ↓

RED : Ren's thoughts

PINK : Ren

PURPLE : Moth

BLUE: MC

★ Hi Again ★

You gathered a few blankets and pillows putting them down on your couch. It was currently about 7:30, Ren would be here soon. You decided it was probably a good time to get ready.

Walking into your room you go over to your wardrobe. Browsing youroptions you stumble upon a white “Friday the 13th” shirt you bought a while back after Moth sent you a eBay listing for it. They knew your tastes a little to well and of course you caved in and bought it. You paired the shirt with some black sweat pants and your regular jewelry. Last of all you pulled on a pair of fuzzy black socks, it was still pretty cold in autumn.

You spun around in front of the mirror that lazily leaned against the corner of your bedroom and take a look at yourself. Satisfied with your choices for the night you step away.

As if on cue your doorbell rang just as you walked out of your bedroom. Hurriedly you run to your front door and unlock it.

You come face to face with Ren's chest.

“Hey there Angel.”

Sometimes you forget how tall he is.

You also see the oversized Slasher hoodie he was wearing. It was a black “Halloween” hoodie with Michael Myers plastered on the front, pared with black cargo pants that had silver chains hanging of the belt loops. It was pretty different compared to his usual soft look. It looked nice you thought.

You crane your neck up to look Ren in the eyes blushing a little.

“Hi again, Ren.”

You felt a surge of something pulse through your body at the way Ren looked at you with a soft smile. You couldn't quite describe or put a label on it, but it was definitely a good feeling.

Ren's face grew reder and reder the ponder you looked at him.

So cute...

You realise you've been staring at Ren for at least a minute.

“-ah, sorry,” you look away.

God. He probably thought you were weird. You step away from the door to let him in.

“It's fine Angel, don't worry about it.”

“uh-You look nice.”

Ren started to fiddle with the end of his sleeve, moving to take of his shoes.

“You look nice too…”

At this point both of you were burning red just from the small exchange.

To brake the slightly awkward silence Ren lifts up the plastic shopping bag he held with a slight smile.

“I got you your cup noodles.”

“uh-Thanks, I-I'll take that,” taking the bag gently your fingers slightly brush against Ren's hand…

Their hands are soft...

Ren mumbles a bit breathing heavily at the contact with a blush overcoming his face while he takes his shoes of, although you don't notice.

Once he finishes you walk to the kitchen and put down the bag, Ren following closely behind like the big puppy he was.

Maybe that would be a new nickname for him? Puppy. It sounds fitting because Ren finds the need to follow your every move.

“m’ gonna take this stuff out.”

You start to take things out of the bag and place them on the counter.

“I hope you like what I got you.’’

He had already managed to find where you kept your bowls and place them on the counter. He fiddles a bit as you assess the food options.

Wow…

Looking over the selection Ren had struck gold, he bought all of your favourite snacks. Nearly everything down to a tee.

“How did you know that these were my favourite?” you asked, half jokingly raising one of your eyebrows.

You remembered Ren calling and asking about what he should get but you never actually said all that much just a few things.

“uh-well I saw you had some of these in the kitchen last time I was over and the rest I kinda just uh-guessed, and bought some of the stuff I like.” he tugged to his sleeves more.

Little do you know angel, I followed you around while you were at the shops and I took a peek at your recites...

Ren really had some luck or he was a telepath.

“Really?! You sure you haven't been reading my mind or something?”

Ren laughs softly.

“I wish Angel.”

“I would’ve done a lot more than see what your favourite snacks are,” he mumbles under his breath not realising you noticed.

I would have done a lot of things by now... A lot...

You shiver involuntary.

Not from the cold Autumn air seeping through your thin apartment walls, god.

Stupid landlord.

You need to actually file a lawsuit against that guy.

“Ah-”

Your train of thoughts stumbles as you hear you phone go of.

“ugh-What?” you mumble to yourself.

You pat around your pockets for you phone, you think you see a faint smirk on Ren's face for a second, but as soon as you see it it's gone.

. . .

Your phone goes of again.

“Hold on a sec.”

You finally manage to locate your phone and pull it out to see who was messaging you at such a random hour.

Moth...

Of course.

★★★★★

Heyyyy

Are we watching that new anime you talked about yesterday?

Hi Moth

Not today

Ren's over at my place right now

REN???????

YOU MEAN THE ONE FROM THE LIBRARY!?!?

yes.

that one

Don't stay up too late then, I won't keep you any longer 😉

Moth!

Ok, Ok, I'll leave you alone for now

Let me know how it goes!

★★★★★

You blush profusely at the small comment.

“uh, Sorry about that.”

“it's fine Angel.”

The both of you continue to move snacks from there packaging to bowls.

Ren randomly stopped and just sort of stood behind you.

“Are you ok-”

You're cut off by Ren's arms snake around your waist, he leans his face into your hair.

You smell so good angel... I could hold you like this forever... Truely...

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Ren?”

One of Ren's hands travels under your shirt and he traces his fingers against your bare skin.

Your blush furiously at his sudden act of affection.

“R-Ren?”

“hmm?”

“W-we should finish unpacking this stuff.”

Ren pouts a bit but eventually complies.

It was cute.

One you finish Ren helps you bring the food into your living room, after putting down the bowls you plop onto the couch.

“What movie should we start with?”

“How about we start with Friday The 13th? Seemed to be one of your favourites.” He says pointing down at your Friday The 13th shirt.

“Oh, yeah it is one of my favourite movies. We can start with that but we'll watch your favourite next.”

“So I'm assuming Halloween then?”

“Yep.”

You pick up the remote again and open Netflix, you play the movie and get settled in. You wrap yourself in a blanket and pass one over to Ren and he places it over his lap.

Both you and Ren chill for some time and point out your favourite parts of the movie to each other.

You don't notice at first but Ren slowly inches towards you every so often...

At some point Ren gets so close that your thighs are touching and he it trying to pretend to focus on the movie while his face is bright red and his breath hitched.

So close...

You yourself blush a bit.

“Is this ok?”

Ren looks over to you waiting for your confirmation looking a bit flustered. You nod slightly.

One of Ren's hands slowly moves from his lap and rests it on your thighs. Surprised with the sudden confidence you make a small sound and blush harder. You feel Ren draw stars with his thumb on your thigh.

You liked it.

It felt right.

You lean your head against Ren's shoulder and he stiffness a bit before relaxing again and leaning his head on top of yours.

So innocent...

You spend the rest of the night cuddling. Ren's arm around your waist, leaning against eachother.

The later it got the harder it became to keep your eyes open, eventually you let sleep take over and you shut your eyes snuggled closely within Ren's secure embrace. He smiles softly.

“Night Angel.”

The last thing you feel is Ren shuffling around and laying against the couch gently pulling you down with him. Never dose he let go of your waist, he keeps his arm firmly linked around you.

“Sweet dreams~”

Possibly there will be a part three or I'll abandon this but I'm calling the series Normally Not Normal ;)

The shirt I talk about the MC wearing is a genuine eBay listing my friend sent me, that's where I got the idea. Sadly I didn't buy it :(

+ Ren's Halloween hoodie

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★ If you have any feedback or suggestions let me know! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) ★

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