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cornus27florida · 1 year

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Whitney had initiated ! But at what cost? Episode 148 BBQ (Barbeque, theme of slumber party) part 2 reactions (which is the last one's [episode reactions] from me - the next time I'll focusing on wiki ><)

As Maria maleficent-kiss feels kinda will affect her dream scape even thou not awakes her + the last book that Maria closes is suspiciously like Dogyssey... + CANCEL LELAND

Pastel Palace → Maria and Beckett

Maria closes the ‘final book’ that suspiciously looks like Dogyssey (the book that Frederick lent to Gwen, as an attempt to invite her to the gala first time) and saying that it seems to be the all the reading she could do tonight because it’s almost bedtime for her. She reassures sleeping Gwen that their father (king Jack) will be home soon and they are gonna wake Gwen up in no time. Despite getting scratched by the thorny ‘rings of protections’ surrounding Gwen, Maria attempting to kiss (pecking) Gwen in attempt for Maleficent-style of “true love’s kiss” could prevail - but it’s not work and leaves Maria in sadness. Gwen is not bulging or moving for now (which imho is good thing because imagine waking up without proper awareness but you found you got surrounded by the ring of protections that could scratch you easily).

Maria decides to walk down stairs and finds miss Agatha grumbling that the children out of control; Jamie sneaking out again (to getting Frederick in Plaid Palace) - and she’s threatening to snapping his pixie sticks in front of him (well Jamie is fine with get grounded for million years, prob this one he’ll be fine? but well no one want to get punished..) + Lorena is working too recklessly for her Defense Project → She and the Pastel maids bring a huge cannon ball to make a project presentation for tomorrow. Lorena asks Miss Agatha if she’s fine to wait for the presentation visual to be done - with the reply that Miss Agatha is fine due to having things to entertain her (she literally is so bold by having smut books about butlers on the table).

Maria decides to go upstairs in the balcony, commenting that the air feels a little chilly yet smells a bit smokey - like there’s a barbecue (party) somewhere - which she wishes someone could invite her. At the same time she becomes melancholic, Beckett greeting her - he already sent off Horace Fais to the ‘bathroom’ all the way down at the barracks at the bottom of the hill as ‘direct order from him being the superior’.

Back to the CPC - which is Whitney’s initiation party !

Starting the reaction commentaties with these images that shown up in LambCat’s patreon FP ep of 148:

The giant tent to starts the slumber party; the members chatting each other; Monika offering Laverne a pink wine; Whitney playing twister with CPC members, Abbi is playing ping pong and assuring Saffron that the last time incident (the ball entering Jolie's eye socket) won't happen again

^ I am so jealous to the folks that could buy physical copy of CPC Book NGL T^T Feels like these panels is from the book

I thought Whitney gonna be piled together with Frederick as ‘self-defense exercise for confronting the construction crew’ - but turns out the left side that I thought will be Frederick is actually Whitney. He instructing the CPC members to playing twister but instead the normal ones is the ‘monochrome version’ where one of the circle color is ‘pewter’ or “oxford gray” [https://www.colorxs.com/color/oxford-gray-2128-40 ]

^ The oxford grey seems to be the second row on the left btw

Abbi playing ping pong with the princess that has curse ‘to make men in vicinity crying in anguish’. Abbi asked Saffron to play the next match (and also assuring him that ‘incident’ of the ball entering Jolie’s eye sock won’t happen again, as Jolie now upside on a tree to becomes ‘the party light’), but he declined as he still dejected by the epic fail of his first date (reference to episode 147). The princess wearing the blue dress (and have OP curse make men crying) commenting about how hard it is to date anyone with a curse, and giving an idea for Saffron to date someone in the club.

SyRon/SaffRah

Abbi replies that ‘being Saffron’ makes no one see him in a fanciful gaze, and gives an example that even Syrah that is supposed to hit on ‘literally anything’ - not interested in Saffron - which we learn later that this statement actually is not true. This from Jolie remembering the memory from the early days of the club (yay interesting CPC origin story!!), when Prez introduces Saffron as a new member where there’s just Jolie, Nell (also important: Jolie flirting with Nell adorably with an eye mask that has heart image) and Syrah.

Damn both CPC's Polygon folks are ultimate cockblocker; Curtis to WhitPelnia while Prez to SyRon - I really agreed that Saffron [tbh, he truly looks like a fine swole hunk that just kinda timid in ep 148] and Syrah [the ultimate cure for her pinocchio curse actually living in honesty - and with her interactions so far with Saffron, she got nothing to hides+lies and her personality compliments with Saffron. But to be fair for Prez part, she establish Syrah to giving ‘pass’ to Saffron

NelLie is love at first sight! Also the flashback is something that IDK I need : the order of CPC members initiation, which the first is shown long before to be Nell, then Jolie and Syrah - thus Saffron the one member that initiated later on - and it seems the early days of CPC, the CPC lectures already happened (that theme is "Mutual funds for Princesses") but the slumber parties tradition are made much later on.

I want to point out one scene that webtoon commenter notices when Syrah said "I rather marry hotdog if I can" - her long elongates = she lying about it-she seems not moved on from Saffron, and I hope Prez could lift up that 'ban' as Syrah could chills her out when together with Saffron after the problems with the Plaid troop resolved. I really want SyRon ship to happen there, as with Saffron ‘blunt’ honesties and his sincerities surely could compliments Syrah’s pinocchio curse, while Syrah experiences and exorbitant personality of being a cursed princess that not shackled with it terms will fits Saffron + it seems Saffron’s cursed hand also shipping Saffron with Syrah! One can’t forgot how thirsty Syrah when he sees Saffron for the first time (NGL Saffron really looks like a timid adorable hunk there in ep 148).

Plaid crashing the Whitney’s slumber party with their metallic footsteps

Jolie admires Syrah that keeping her word ‘to never give pass to Saffron’ till this day and thoughts that Syrah seems to have moved on. Both Nell and Syrah are sitting at the table and already too full eating foods that were served in Whitney’s BBQ party - while Frederick too dizzy has already ‘flipped more than a stack of pancakes’ when he just wants to talk to Prez that he thought will hear him seriously. Prez announced the CPC members would gather around so they could give a toast to their newest member which is Whitney. Prez prepares a bottle of champagne for the toast and gives him the PANDA keychain, while Thermidora makes him ‘the most monochrome dessert’ that she could find which she refers to as ‘vile invention’ - which is the dirt cake.

^ here screenshoots of silliness of CPC members based on this paragraph only lmao (and even excluding Monika fall)

Frederick attempt to warns everyone keep getting failed

F.E.A.R.S=Frederick Emotional Army of Rebel Support T^T

https://www.delish.com/holiday-recipes/halloween/a28637592/dirt-cake-recipe/

The Dirt Cake, the dessert that Thermidora made to Whitney - despite the name it actually easy to make and very delish!

When Frederick thought it gonna be his chance to talking with Prez, Abbi accidentally throw a ping pong ball to Prez’ eye, resulting to the cork of the champagne bottle incident *flying to everywhere* - starts to nearly hit Frederick (nice duck over there, tiniest prince), distressing Renee and Bernadette, rushing to Saffron (nice plate shield!), making Monika back to being a crow and almost hitting Laverne until Curtis catches it with cooking gloves. The rescue act makes Laverne grow a crush on Curtis, knocking him out of commission=also making everything fly, the food as hotdog entering Nell’s mouth while the onion rings stacked on Syrah’s elongated nose + Monika as crow fell directly in the middle of the ‘dirt cake’.

All of the chain of reactions due to a simple cork making everyone laughs, especially Whitney that seeing the whole thing >w< Saffron commenting that the night really turns out to be great for sure, while Syrah commenting that one thing that lacks is beverage (the incident making all drinks crashing down) - and want to run into the town to get some refills. Saffron is surprised about that and suggests Syrah to have common sense and take Curtis to accompany her - but as Curtis is still knocked out by Laverne, Saffron takes himself to be Syrah’s chaperon and suggests to her that there’s a better selection if headed west. Unfortunately Monika fell face first upon the cake there haha. I also want to make remarks that Whitney's laughs is so precious and infectious, but seems what LambCat said in the patreon is true...

{warning! this wholesome goofiness of CPC won’t last.. Heard from the Patreon that LambCat said it will be the last time we could see everyone at CPC in silliness..} T^T

This will be the last episode with the comedy antics of all CPC members as a wholemaking goofiness of themself .. as things will turns out to be darker with the metals and footsteps of Leland's private army there that lining up from the deep of the forest track to the Pastel palace

+ This also the last CPC episode that I gotta give reactions, kudos to Mono that keeps doing this - thanks a lot!!!

Frederick finally could talk with Prez without any distractions, he starts with Gwen (Prez asked how the two have been) that he actually never seen once since the gala. Prez weirded about it and wondered what she has been up to all these time between gala and now. Frederick telling that it’s exactly what he want to know (he can meet Gwen directly at the Pastel palace, and Gwen never visits CPC again) - but he also have some huge emergency regarding his (likely refers to his dad and brothers) - that interrupted by the lil’ guy alerting about the incoming intruders. Little guy totally shaking in fear while warning everyone in the CPC to get away from the edge of the forest because ‘the intruders’ are really close right now. Prez attempting to calms the lil guy because she thought CPC could handle the intruders, as there’s dozen of princesses eager to show off their new self-defense moves - but lil guy telling that the intruders aren’t construction workers and (like Frederick said to the Pastel guards) it won’t possible to stop them.

At the same time, lots of metal clanking and heavy footsteps incoming at the edge of the forest → it come from Leland’s private army - they’re walking to make a really long stands heading to the Pastel palace (seems creepy with all-over body protective gear, accompany with metal weapon that looks like a waxax but being holds by a long metal stick.

Prez trying to diffuse the situation by making a joke to Frederick doesn’t need a whole army to picking him up from a sleepover - but Frederick explain that the army is his father’s and the goal is the Pastel Princesses.

#cursed princess club #spoiler #newest free pass episode

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midnightangel0722 · 4 months

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We can be heroes … just for one day …

In honor of David Bowie’s birthday, here is an excerpt from chapter 3 of Voices Carry.

I chose to use this song because to me, it’s just the beginning of our favorite couple’s journey of healing one another and in the end, they will save each other. And it’s also my top song by Bowie.

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Another bottle of wine and second helpings of food later, a couple of hours had flown by. They gathered everything from the table and moved into the kitchen. Erik helped store away the remaining food while she started washing the dishes. He stepped up next to her and rinsed the dishes she washed. As they perfected a flow, a new song started up through the speaker and she started to hum along.

Christine handed the last dish to Erik for rinsing and realized she forgot the wine glasses. Seeing a little wine left in hers, she finished it off and placed the glass on the edge of the sink to wash later. She turned to ask Erik where his glass was but stopped when she saw him.

He was standing a bit away from her with his hand extended toward her.

“Dance with me?” he asked softly, his eyes meeting hers.

He watched as her face flushed from her cheeks and down her neck, the color disappearing beneath the collar of her shirt. Never breaking eye contact, she took one more sip of wine before placing the glass on the counter. Her hand tentatively reached out toward his only to pause.

You’ll be fine. Dance with him, a voice encouraged in the back of her mind.

Her hand finally rested in his and he didn’t hesitate to gently pull her towards him, his left hand resting on the small of her back as her right hand rose to his shoulder. Their bodies slowly started to sway to the music. Her gaze finally broke from his and fell onto their clasped hands. He didn’t hold her hand with force or anger; his touch was tender as if she would break. She felt her heart start to race.

This isn’t right, a small voice told her. It’s a trick. He’ll only hurt you in the end.

Erik bowed his head, placing his lips next to her ear to whisper,

“Let go, Christine.”

Her eyes closed at his words and she took a deep breath through her nose, exhaling through her mouth. She felt her shoulders drop, her jaw unclenched. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled ever so slightly at her before he directed them around the island and out into the open space between the kitchen and dining area.

“I … I wish you could swim … like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim …”

The speed of their swaying started to pick up, matching the music.

“Though nothing, nothing will keep us together …”

She felt the pressure on her lower back as they spun in a circle, her head tilted back slightly with her eyes closed. His gaze lowered to the slight stretch of her neck and he had the sudden want of feeling her skin against his lips.

“Oh we can be heroes … just for one day …”

Their bodies turned in a half circle before he gently pushed for her to spin out again then pulled her hand, bringing her back to him. Her hand went back to his should as he spun them around, the pace picking up a little more.

He let go of her again and brought their arms up, signaling for her to twirl. She laughed. Not the same laugh she emitted while they shared stories. This laugh was … joyous as she twirled around. Once again pulling her towards him again, her hand gripped his arm as he spun them several times, his own hand on her lower back pressed her more against him.

As the song started to fade towards the end, they were left breathless but Christine was still giggling like a child. Her hands came to rest on his chest as she caught her breath. His hands slowly moved to her hips.

“That was … I haven’t laughed like that … in so long,” she told him with another smile. Another genuine smile. “Thank you, Erik, for everything.”

#phantom of the opera #archive of our own #ao3 #poto #christine x erik #voices carry #david bowie #Spotify

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f4iryjeons · 2 years

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The first day of spring (again.)| 02

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: single dad! Jeon Jeongguk x veterinarian! Reader

au: exes to lovers

Warnings: animal injuries, mentions death, mentions sex.

genre: fluff, angst, smut, romance

Synopsis- When Yn decides to put her boring life aside and go to her high school reunion where she’s met with her ex— her ridiculously hot single ex who also cheated on her. After a steamy one night stand, she isn’t expecting to see him again in her office with an adorable puppy and his equally adorable daughter.

Jeongguk thanked the heavens above that Namjoon was patient with him. But he liked to think that Yuri was the reason Namjoon was so lenient. Jeongguk met Namjoon on the day Jisu started preschool. He had seen how Jisu held onto Jeongguk's leg for dear life. He'd seen Jeongguk’s very perplexed face and by the grace of God, he decided to help. Namjoon had offered Jisu candy, which she declined because of Jeongguk’s constant reminders to stay away from strangers; even if they offer you candy. Afterward, Namjoon tried to introduce his daughter Yuri to Jisu. Luckily Jisu seemed to be more interested in Yuri’s coloring book than Jeongguk, which undoubtedly did hurt but he had to get over it. Those two had been best friends since then. Namjoon and Jeongguk naturally just hit it off too.

Namjoon was more calculated, strict, and organized. While Jeongguk— just wasn’t any of that. But Yuju, Namjoon’s wife, seemed to be more laid back as well, which is why Jeongguk wondered how they were a match made in heaven. “So who did you bring home last night?” Namjoon randomly questioned as Jeongguk was strapping Jisu into her car seat. “How do you know I brought someone home last night?” Jeongguk briefly looked back at Namjoon. “You were late to pick Jisu up which means you had—” Jeongguk quickly closed the car door before Namjoon could finish his sentence. “Fun. I was going to say fun, which is a synonym for sex.” Namjoon airily added and Jeongguk chortled. “An old—friend.” Jeongguk tentatively replied, getting into the car. “You owe me for watching Jisu while you had FUN.” Namjoon joked, closing the car door and waving Jeongguk off. “Are we going to the shop?” Jisu’s small voice emitted from the backseat and Jeongguk smiled, humming at her question. “Well, I am. You get to hang out with Ryujin.” Jeongguk spoke mellifluously. Jisu giggled, “Yay! I get to hang out with Ryujinnie~” she cheered, clapping her hands together in excitement. Ryujin worked at ST.Ink, she was a young college student who had a knack for doing piercings, plus she was extra help. Jimin would say they didn’t need to hire anyone else because Ryujin was ten employees by herself. Really, he was just lazy and didn’t want to pay anyone else. Sadly Jeongguk’s business partner was out of town until next week, and he was left to open and close the shop until then.

When Jeongguk arrived at the shop he didn't expect to find it already open. “Hey, boss.” Ryujin greeted from behind the counter, the magazine she was reading now lowered. “Did you open the shop up?” Jeongguk asked, looking around. “Yeah, I didn’t wanna wait outside until you got here... Oh, and I did inventory for you last night.” Ryujin matter-of-factly stated, resting her head on her palms. Jeongguk inaudibly thanked her with a gesture of nodding his head, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket, and fishing out a hundred dollars. Ryujin gladly accepted with a smile. “Pleasure doing business.” she coolly mumbled This was ongoing with Ryujin. While she was a fantastic employee and was always there to clean up both Jeongguk and Jimin’s messes, it wasn’t like she did it because she liked them. She did it because she wanted money, who could blame her? Everyone wants money. While Jimin tried to be on top of things, he wasn’t perfect and Ryujin was always there to do what he couldn’t and it was substantially the same for Jeongguk as well. Plus she babysat Jisu while Jeongguk worked, so that was a bonus. “Here’s my car keys. I gave you an extra 50. Take Jisu wherever she wants. Be back by 5.” Jeongguk indifferently instructed, giving Ryujin his car keys. “Got it.” she nodded, skipping out of the shop. Even if Ryujin was just in it for the money, Jeongguk was always lenient toward her. He had a soft spot for the kid, she was like his younger sister. He had met her when she strolled into the shop looking for an eyebrow piercing. She mentioned she was looking for a job close to her and her roommate's apartment and hinted that this was the closest thing. She also talked about wanting to work in a tattoo shop but her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t let her and that made Jeongguk feel bad. She was really good at getting what she wanted. Jeongguk practically begged Jimin to consider the girl, and fortunately, she was a quick learner. Ryujin adapted really fast to everything, even sometimes babysitting for Jeongguk during work hours, which he always thanked her because this really wasn’t what she signed up for, a lot that she did wasn’t what she signed up for. Nonetheless, she was really responsible and she and Jisu got along well. Apart from Ryujin saving his ass, nothing exciting happened at work today. Just casual things like giving a thirteen-year-old their first eyebrow piercing. Or the occasional small tattoo, or re-wrapping a larger one.

The rest of the day went by with Jeongguk enjoying the solitude and being able to draw up some new designs. One of which is a water lily. Jeongguk didn’t fully comprehend why his subconscious always guided his hand to draw this specific flower. He wants to stop dwelling on the past and wallowing in his sadness thinking about Yejin and what their life could be like together; or if they would even have one? Jeongguk and Yejin had a rocky relationship from the start. Jisu was supposed to pull them closer but Jeongguk found himself pushing away from her, it wasn’t that he didn’t want Jisu, it was he didn’t want to be tied down so early yet. He didn’t know if Yejin was the love of his life, someone he was supposed to be with forever? That scared Jeongguk. He did love her of course, she was the mother of his child, but he wasn’t in love with her. Not like he should’ve been. So that brings him back to the flower. Water Lilies were Yejin’s favorite flower, and coincidentally Jisu’s birth flower. The universe really was peculiar. - Things really weren’t that hectic on Sundays. Or so he thought. When Ryujin came back she had a look of distress on her face. “I’m so sorry— but I can explain.” She attempted, but Jeongguk sighed, looking down to see the small puppy Jisu was cradling in her arms. “We found the puppy at the park and he looked abandoned and hungry so Jisu gave him a chicken nugget, but then I noticed him limping so I just- I couldn’t leave him!” Ryujin nervously explained. “I think there’s a vet nearby.” Ryujin added and Jeongguk groaned. Now he felt bad for the poor puppy. He knew Jisu did too, and the question: “Can we keep him?” Was on the tip of her tongue at that very moment. Her doe eyes burned up into his and her bottom lip slipped into a well-rehearsed pout. “Please” Jisu tenderly pleaded, her eyebrows knitting. Jeongguk very quietly cursed before finally releasing a “Fine, get in the car.”

The drive was quiet, the two girls didn’t dare mumble a word, and Jeongguk was lost in his thoughts. The puppy looked to only be a month old and was a decent size meaning it would be a big dog, but after he got the dog looked at what was he going to do? Just let it back into the wild? He couldn’t do that even if he seriously wanted to. Plus all his friends didn’t want any pets, they had too much on his plate, but he did too. Could he really take care of a dog too? He knew animal shelters existed, but he’d never had a good view on them ever since his parents took their dog Gureum to one when he was just a kid, so that was out of the question. At the moment they were sitting in the waiting room, Jeongguk was annoyed and still conflicted. The dog was chocolate and peanut butter-colored, he was still considerably young; meaning Jeongguk could raise him. He stared at the ‘Pet-patient form’ perplexed. What’s the dog's name? Date of birth? Pet insurance—Pets can have insurance? Jeongguk sighed, his pen moving on its own. Dog's name? Jeongguk glanced at the dog, Peanut? No, that's too cliche, Hershey? That was too boring for Jeongguk’s taste. Jeongguk finally settled for the golden name of Bam. When he got to the date of birth question he just skipped that one. He hoped the veterinarian could figure that out, along with the breed of the dog. Ryujin was on her phone, Jisu resting her head on her shoulder. The hospital feel of the Vet made Jeongguk uneasy. He’s never been a fan of them, he hated the sterile smell, the sound of eerie machinery, the excessively plain white walls. He’d always associated negativity with these types of spaces, especially after Yejin died. He also fretted about having to pay for the expensive fee of taking the dog to the vet. God, this wasn’t Jeongguk’s day. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You were having a much better day than last sunday, maybe all you really needed was a good night out. You were almost done with your shift. You had one more appointment to take, since Jennie, your boss decided; Yn’s having a good day! Here’s more work. Even though she knew you wanted to leave on schedule since Momo was coming over to watch the last episode of Hell’s Kitchen from season 19. You needed to know if Mary or Kori won. Your bets were on Kori. You were in such a rush to finish up that you didn’t even read the credentials of your last patient today. You could always do that later. You walked into the room, a smile on your face. “Hi I’m— Jeongguk?” your words were caught in your throat at the sight of him. His eyes widened at you, “Yn?” he mumbled to himself. “Daddy, who's this?” Jisu’s voice filled the room, your eyes traveled down to the little girl. She was his daughter alright, she had big curious doe eyes. Long raven hair and everything about the girl was an exact replica of Jeongguk. “Your dad and I are friends, from a really long time ago.” you cloyingly answered the girl. You looked over at the other girl, she looked young. Like her early 20s. You’d never take this for Jeongguk’s type but, then again you didn’t really know him. He cleared his throat, breaking the thickening tension. “Yeah, she’s my friend.” Jeongguk agreed, rolling his sleeves up. Okay, Yn, all you needed to do was what you did regularly, do your job; not focus on— him. “Ryujin, can you take Jisu out?” Jeongguk later requested. The girl nodded, reaching for Jisu’s hand and leaving the room. Now you two were alone, with the puppy of course. Why did he have to do that? Was he planning something— do you want him to be planning something? The room was quiet, aside from the sounds of your subtle movements when examining the dog. “I didn’t take her as your type.” you thought aloud, causing Jeongguk to chuckle in disbelief. “Her? As in Ryujin? No! You’ve got it all wrong, we’re not— just no.” Jeongguk anxiously stammered, causing you to chuckle. “Oh.” you faintly replied, “I was going to ask for your number, but you were in such a hurry.” Jeongguk shamelessly disclosed. You chuckled, “I had work.” “So did I, we have so much in common, we should get coffee sometime.” he boldly flirted and you let out a laugh. “You’re still as bad at flirting as you were in high school,” you replied. “Well. You’re smiling and laughing so I think I’m doing a pretty good job.” he complacently claimed. “Is this why you sent them out? Let me do my job Jeongguk.” You playfully scoffed, a smile playing on your lips. “I’m sorry. I just do that when I’m in an awkward situation.” he sheepishly apologized shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Why is this awkward?” You flatly asked, looking closer to the dog's leg. “Well, we had sex yesterday. And now you’re— doing that.” He pointed at you and you shook your head. “We’re both adults here. We Sleep with each other and go back to our lives. Why would that be awkward?” you firmly muttered, your voice low so as not to let anyone hear. “Are we adults that can do it again?” Jeongguk shamefacedly stammered, his eyes fixing to meet yours. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?” You asked in disbelief. He was being so shameful, you couldn’t believe your ears. “Yes, why not. I mean I’m sure you liked it a lot. You’re a busy person I’m a busy person, you said it yourself we’re adults who have sex with each other and go back to our daily lives.” He clarified now sitting upright in his chair. “Jeongguk I said we were adults not horny college kids.” You retorted and he chuckled. “Yeah, we’re working adults, that need to blow off some steam once in a while. And it’s easier right? You don’t want to have to go out to random bars to find one-night stands right? Because I know I don’t.” Jeongguk ardently explained.

He did have a point, you know after your hookup a lot of the stress and bitterness was taken off your shoulders. Even Momo was quick to talk about the uplift in your mood. But still, this wasn’t something you normally did. Just two adults engaging in sex because their lives are too busy to find someone else. Well, that wasn’t true, you weren’t that busy, most of your free time consisted of you sitting on your couch with a glass of wine and watching Netflix; alone. You just were too cynical and picky for one-night stands. Always finding something wrong with them rather than finding something good. With Jeongguk, it wasn't like that. It was like you couldn't find anything wrong with him, but you knew what was wrong with him. Jeongguk was noncommittal as he always has been. You weren't asking to be his wife or anything like that. But Jeongguk would leave you high and dry, he did leave you high and dry. Regardless, you've promised to not dwell on the past anymore. Just wounds like that never fully heal, they will always be at the back of your mind. “Jeongguk, you’re lucky there’s not an assistant here.” You added, he laughed. “Well there isn’t… you should really think about it. Why don’t you take my number?” Jeongguk suggested, reaching for a piece of paper in his back pocket. The paper was a scrapped drawing that he couldn’t throw away. The drawing was a peony, he doesn’t know what led him to draw the flower even more than he doesn’t know why he didn’t want to throw it away. He quickly wrote his number down. “Well, his leg is sprained.” you finally spoke up. “Luckily, it's minor. You can just get some cold packs. And let him rest, he should be fully healed in a couple of weeks. If not, come back. Clear?” you told, writing something on your clipboard. “Clear. By the way, do you think you can tell me the breed or age? Ryujin found him in a park, and he's kinda mine now? It's weird. Long story short, I've acquired a dog I didn't adopt.” he mumbled and you chuckled. “Jeongguk! Are you serious?” you couldn't stop the laughter falling from your mouth. “What’s funny?” he pouted, crossing his arms. “Just… Nothing.” you replied, “He’s obviously a Doberman by the way. And from his teeth, he's about two months old?” you earnestly advised. Jeongguk smiled at you, “thank you.” he mumbled. He stood and paced toward you. He placed the folded piece of paper in your pocket. Before whispering a faint: “Think about it.” - You were doing exactly that. You could name a million good reasons why you should accept his offer, but you could also name one bad that over-weighed the good. Jeongguk cheated on you, and you knew that sex always leads to feelings. You didn’t want that, not again, and not with Jeongguk of all people. Sure he was hot, and presumably a different person, with different views, values, and flaws. But, this was something that was bound to hurt you in the long run. You could just decline and move on but you couldn’t. You still pondered on accepting his offer. You could A. Prove yourself to be an adult and not involve feelings with something as simple as sex. Or B. Decline because you’re overly sensitive and he hurt your feelings 10 years ago. You were obviously going to choose option A. Even if you fabricated it to sound more appealing. You grabbed your phone before typing up a life-changing message. I’ll do it. “Yn are you even paying attention?! Mary just lost!” Momo stressed throwing a pillow at you. “I told you Kori was gonna win!” you boastfully cheered, causing Momo to pout. “Whatever… you probably skipped ahead,” she complained, crossing her arms. You were about to come back with something arrogant when you felt your phone vibrate. The buzz made your heart sink. It was a message from him… Jeongguk. With the words: I knew you would ;). You sighed, unable to believe you were going to do this. You were in for a long ride.

AN: I made Chapter 2 short bc chapter 3 will be much longer, probably around 12k.

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“Naruto?”

Your voice broke out softly through the momentary silence. The wind had been howling almost constantly that night, keeping you wide awake. You weren’t afraid of anything, not really. At twelve years old, you, like many of your friends, had the notion that you were invincible. Nothing could touch you, and you would always come out on top. You would miss that as you grew older, the confidence in yourself and your abilities. The belief that the world was fair, and that the good guys always won.

So it wasn’t really that you were scared of the way the wind screamed, the whistles through the tree leaves or the sporadic loud crashes that came as the wind blew branches and even tree trunks to the ground. Maybe it was the fact that you had experienced the first death of an enemy on a mission.

And maybe it was deserved. He had been a criminal, after all, and you hadn’t delivered the fateful blow; of course not. It had been Kakashi, in a bid to save your life.

So maybe you were scared, or traumatized, or reeling from your innocence being shattered for the very first time. Whatever you felt, you were still too young, too inexperienced, to be able to pinpoint what exactly the distressed tugging of your heart meant.

It was what had dragged you from your own tent to Naruto’s, quietly and nervously. Kakashi was in his own tent, and you had been sharing with Sakura who was fast asleep. Having her by your side did nothing to calm the storm beginning to brew from inside you.

You had opened his tent timidly, doing your best not to startle him awake. He was fast asleep, on his side in fetal position hugging his pillow to him tightly. But when you spoke his name, your voice stirred him even from his deep slumber.

Naruto whispered your name, groggily, confused, but he’d know your voice anywhere.

Yawning, he sat up rubbing at his eyes, peering at you curiously. “What happened?” He asked.

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

If you were brave, then there were no words adequate enough to describe the courage that burned within Naruto’s heart. He was sure of himself, of what he believed. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. He would do anything for you. You couldn’t think of a safer place than by his side.

“Yeah, of course.”

Relief flooded through you as you dragged your sleeping bag into the tent, fitting it next to his with some distance of course. You were best friends, but you were also twelve. There was something embarrassing about sleeping so close to someone of the opposite gender. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever slept more soundly.

And thus a new tradition had been born. For the whole year and a half afterwards, anytime you and Naruto were on a mission together, you shared a tent. Sure some of your friends teased you for it, and whatever jonin leading your team would shoot the two of you knowing looks as if they had some secret knowledge that you and Naruto hadn’t yet discovered.

But for you and Naruto, it was normal, as natural as anything. The two of you already spent all your time by each other’s side—it only made sense that that would include sharing a tent when on missions together.

It was only ever a tent though. It wasn’t like the two of you cuddled or anything. That was just embarrassing! Though you two were now out of the stage of believing in cooties, you were beginning to understand that there were some secret, unspoken rules for the way you were expected to act with the other gender. Ridiculous, arbitrary rules that were as old as time and didn’t account for the complexity that was the gender spectrum, but you didn’t understand any of that just yet.

When Naruto left, you were heartbroken, of course. Shattered even. You’d never known that it could feel like you had a hole in your heart until Naruto had taken part of yours with him. You dreaded the years to come of missing him.

But he had work to do and so did you. Naruto was going to get stronger and there was no way you would be left behind. Every time you missed him, you threw yourself into your training. The years didn’t pass quickly, but you found as time went on you were able to find other things that made you feel more whole even when you weren’t.

And just as suddenly, that void was filled. Blond hair and bright orange clothing filled your vision and kicked your heart up into your throat. You hadn’t expected to see him, but nothing could have made you happier.

You’d worried over the years that when Naruto came home, things would be different. Spending two and a half years apart changed things, and you had grown a lot. But you and Naruto fell into step together like he had never left, and just like that you had your best friend back.

But things had changed, though you weren’t going to admit that. When his blue eyes met yours, your breath stopped. Every time his fingers ran through his hair, it was like you were in another world. Part of you knew things were different, but you were never going to say it out loud. You buried your feelings deep within you, hiding your heart like a secret.

The thing that made you most nervous was when you and Naruto had your first mission together since he’d been back. You, Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi, just like the mission where you’d first shared a tent. You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed to ask if you would both share a tent like when you were younger. If that had been embarrassing when you were twelve, it was even worse when you were sixteen.

When your team stopped for camp Kakashi went to secure the perimeter and Sakura to gather firewood. You went to work setting up your own tent when you felt Naruto’s presence behind you. You turned to look at him. He was standing there, scratching the back of his head, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at you.

“I didn’t bring a tent…” He admitted sheepishly. “When we were younger, we always shared a tent, and I figured we’d just do that again… I can share with Kakashi, though, if it’s weird. I don’t mean to—”

“Naruto,” You interrupted him with a laugh, though the color on your cheeks now matched his. “Of course we can share a tent.” You told him, turning back to your work as you set it up. “Don’t be weird.” You weren’t sure if it was a message to him or to yourself.

Unlike everything else with Naruto’s return, sleeping by Naruto didn’t feel as natural as it had before. There was a tension, almost palpable, settling in the tent. It was as if there was a string attaching your fingers to his, and the more the string pulled you to him, the closer to your sides you kept your hands. You couldn’t know that he felt it too.

The mission was straight forward and accomplished quickly. As soon as it started, it ended, and your team was heading back to the leaf village, only a days journey away. You would stop around the same area you had the night before, camping for the evening before heading home at daylight. You and Naruto had barely talked the whole way.

That night reminded you of the one when you had first crawled into Naruto’s tent. The wind was roaring making it hard to fall asleep. It was winter this time, however, and you hadn’t accounted for the night being so cold. The clothes you’d chosen to sleep in did nothing to keep in your body’s warmth, and your teeth chattered audibly as you curled into your sleeping bag, back to Naruto.

When your name left his hips, it almost startled you. The two of you had crawled into the tent quietly, not even bothering to say goodnight, the weight of the change in your relationship that you could both feel hanging heavy between you.

“Yeah?” You found yourself saying back, almost too quietly for him to hear. Almost.

“Uh, do you wanna, I dunno, sleep in my sleeping bag with me?” He mumbled, the words coming out fast and bunching together. “It’s just really cold, and I’m afraid that your teeth are going to break from clicking together so hard.” He hoped the joke would make it less weird, that you would feel more comfortable.

The question choked you with something you didn’t have words for, a feeling that bubbled in your stomach, spreading warm and shaky throughout your body.

“Okay.”

You crawled slowly, oh so slowly from your bag to his. He tried to scoot to one side, to make room. He unzipped the bag just a little bit, enough for you to crawl in next to him before he zipped it back up. There wasn’t enough room for you to lay comfortably next to him. Your body was on his just a bit, head by his chest and your arms pressed tightly to your side. You felt frozen with excitement and nerves. This was as close to a boy as you’d ever been.

The silence seemed to go on forever, but it was just a few seconds. Naruto’s arm had been pressed motionless to his sides, but slowly he felt them thaw before wrapping around your body, pressing you to him.

“You can like, hug me, ya know? Or put your arms on me or something. Just to be more comfortable.”

You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to swallow. You unlatched your arms from your body, a hand going up to rest on his chest. It only took a moment or two to get comfortable, to feel like your body fit perfectly into his. Falling asleep in Naruto’s arms, that was the most comfortable you’d ever slept.

The next morning, there wasn’t an awkwardness. It was something else, something sweeter, shyer. The string pulled your fingers closer, and though your hand didn’t touch his, neither did it pull away. You’d never felt so giddy in your life.

If only you knew what it meant to Naruto.

Naruto couldn’t remember one time in his life that he had cuddled with another person. He was sure that he must’ve been held at least occasionally as a baby, but it wasn’t anything he could remember. No one hugged him as he grew, no one tucked him in at night or rocked him to sleep. Once, when he was four, Naruto had found a puppy that got away from its owner. Naruto scooped the small animal up, holding him in his arms. The puppy had licked him affectionately, and Naruto was embarrassed by the fact that the small action had brought him to tears. Iruka’s hand on his head was the first affectionate touch he could remember from another person. He’d thought his heart would burst at that moment. It was nothing compared to what he’d felt getting to hold you while he slept.

He’d heard people say that hugging could lower stress, elevate your mood, even help prevent you from getting sick. He’d never understood it. Naruto had occasionally hugged Sakura and gotten affectionate touches from his sensei as he got older, but sleeping with you was different.

He understood now what the experts meant when they spoke about the benefits of hugging. He could comprehend why romantic relationships were so important to people if they got to touch their partner every day. Cuddling with you that night had Naruto’s head reeling, high off an emotion he didn’t even have a name for. He’d never felt so close to another person, so connected. How had he survived sixteen years without this? How had he survived those two and a half years training without you?

It was a mix of emotions as your head hit your pillow that night. You were relieved to have been able to take a shower. A home cooked meal never tasted so good as it did after a mission where you survived off dried meats. The softness of your mattress definitely beat the cold hard ground. But, you realized, you would gladly spend a lifetime sleeping on the floor of the woods if you got to sleep by Naruto’s side.

It was too scary to think about these new feelings. You knew what it was now, that you didn’t just see Naruto as your best friend. You liked Naruto. Maybe even more than liked him. You didn’t know how this could have happened. How could you ever face him again? If he knew how you felt, your friendship would be ruined.

You had resolved to avoid him for the foreseeable future so that you could wait out the feelings. Maybe if you had some time apart, the feelings would go away, and nothing would have to change between the two of you.

Your eyes had finally started to flutter closed with exhaustion when you heard tapping on your window, startling you. Sitting up, you looked uncertainly towards the window before finally getting up and going to inspect the noise. Naruto’s face peering back at you from the other side was the last thing you expected to see.

Opening the window as quietly as you could, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to quell. “Naruto, what are you doing here?” You whispered, glancing back towards your bedroom door, sure that your parents would burst through at any moment.

Naruto looked sheepishly back at you, a bashful grin on his face. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked. Rolling your eyes, you did your best to bite back the giddy smile playing on your own lips.

“Yes, Naruto. I’m trying to sleep. What are you doing here?” You asked him again. Instead of answering, Naruto began climbing through your window, making a little too much noise. You shushed him with a stifled giggle as he fell to the floor. “You’re going to wake my parents,” You told him, trying to look stern. Naruto hopped back up to his feet looking at you embarrassedly.

“I couldn’t sleep…” He admitted, his eyes flickering from yours back to the floor. “I was wondering… Do you think I could sleep here tonight?”

The question hung between the two of you, innocent and unassuming. It wasn’t that weird, the two of you were thinking. You shared a tent on missions; was it that different sharing a bed?

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, feeling breathless. Naruto was in his pajamas too, you realized, decked in a white t shirt and orange sweats. You turned from him, walking slowly to your bed, doing your best not to make any noise. “You have to leave before my parents are up, okay?” You whispered as you climbed back into your bed.

Naruto nodded enthusiastically, following after you. “I will, believe it!” He said a little too loudly for someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. You shot him a look, though you couldn’t help but smile.

Climbing into the bed after you, Naruto got comfortable under the covers, and the two of you laid next to each other silently. Staring at the ceiling, you wondered if Naruto could hear the sound of your heartbeat as it rang in your ears. This was fine. This was normal for two best friends.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, more awake than you had been before. You closed your eyes, doing your best to get some rest and failing miserably. You were too aware of Naruto’s presence beside you. He seemed to have fallen asleep long ago if his rhythmic breathing was anything to go by.

And then, suddenly, you felt him rolling over. His hand reached out in the darkness, finding you and pulling you flush against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him before his body went still again. You froze, looking up at his face. Was he awake? Had he meant to do that? It was impossible to tell with his eyes screwed shut.

You felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in your life. Nothing had ever felt so right.

The next morning, as promised, Naruto was back out the window before your parents woke up. The two of you had stayed in that position all night, and when Naruto began to shift awake, he looked at you with a shy, lopsided smile. All he said was a quiet “good morning” before he was sneaking out.

And there was no way to hide now that things had definitely changed. It was unspoken, but you both knew it. Neither of you knew what to say about it, didn’t know if you even should say anything about it. It wasn’t bad. It was good, better than good, but so new and unexplored for the both of you that you didn’t know how to approach the subject, so you said nothing about it.

It became a regular occurrence for Naruto to climb through your window every night to sleep in your bed. Each time he did, it became easier for Naruto to pull you into him as he fell asleep, and every morning when he left, you wondered how you had ever slept without Naruto’s arms around you.

All of your friends noticed the change between you and Naruto too, though no one said anything. They all exchanged curious glances with each other, seeing how easily Naruto touched you now and the way the two of you looked at each other just a little bit longer than you used to. But no one knew about your and Naruto’s extended sleepover, and so they all whispered among themselves, but said nothing about it to your faces.

When your parents decided to move back to the village that you had been born in, they gave you the option to stay in the leaf. You were only sixteen, but you were a ninja afterall. You were more than capable of making your own choices and taking care of yourself.

And of course you stayed. This was where your life was, where your friends were. Even more importantly, this was where Naruto was.

So when you told him your predicament, that you needed to find a new place to stay, he didn’t hesitate in offering to stay with him. You were sitting at his kitchen table when he said it, and he immediately began pushing things around the small apartment. “You see? We can put your bed here, and can move this over here…” He motioned to the space he had created. “It may be a little cramped, but at least until you can find something else?”

Of course your friends teased the two of you about your new living arrangements. Never when you were together. Everyone was insistent, desperate to be the one that got one of you to cave and admit your feelings for each other. For your part, you just smiled and said, “He’s my best friend.”

And that flew for a while. The same people that had been sure you and Naruto were meant to be began to wonder if they had it wrong all along, began to wonder if you and Naruto truly were just friends.

They didn’t know that you never got around to getting your own bed at Naruto’s house. That first night, you just shared his bed because you’d been doing it for so long. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that, and the thought of getting a separate bed just didn’t seem that important. And anyways, you’d gotten used to sleeping by Naruto’s side. Naruto knew that if you got your own bed, he would just climb into yours every night.

You were only sixteen, but Naruto wanted nothing more than to spend every night by your side. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he’d ever been so happy. There was so much on his mind all the time, the oncoming war, getting Sasuke back. And even with the chaos surrounding him, Naruto was at peace because of you. He had a confidence that everything would work out okay. He couldn’t imagine a scenario in which it wouldn’t.

It was the first time that Sakura and Ino had stopped by since you’d moved in that it was pointed out how unconventional your arrangement was. Sure, you both knew it wasn’t exactly normal, but it worked for the two of you. You didn’t see any harm in it.

Naruto was away on a mission when the girls had stopped by, needing to borrow something. When you let them in, they excitedly looked around the small studio apartment, wanting to see if and how you had changed Naruto’s place.

“Uh, where’s the other bed?” Sakura asked as you closed a cupboard, pulling out the tupperware they needed.

“Hm?” You asked, placing it on the table. “Oh, I haven’t gotten one yet. We usually just share.” You said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You’d shared your bed with Naruto so long, it no longer embarrassed you. You’d just never had a reason to mention it.

Sakura and Ino’s jaws dropped. They looked from you to each other, wondering if you were serious. You picked up on their shock, looking back at them sheepishly. “What?” You mumbled, feeling your face heating up.

“Are you guys, like, dating?” Ino placed her hand on her hip, looking at you expectedly. You shook your head.

“No, of course not. He’s my best friend! I just haven’t gotten my own bed yet. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal!?” Sakura exclaimed. “It’s a huge deal! You guys live together, share a bed together… you’re practically married!”

Ino nodded in agreement. “Sakura’s right. That’s a weird thing for two ‘best friends’ to be doing. It’s not normal.”

Sakura and Ino’s words rang through your head all day after they’d gone. Was it that weird? Sure, the whole thing had been nerve wracking at first, but now it was just part of your dynamic like everything else was. Of course you still harbored your feelings for Naruto, but you’d pushed them deep down, pretending they weren’t there in a bid to save your and Naruto’s friendship.

You were already in bed when he got back from his mission that night. He threw open the door, dropping his bag and sighing loudly. “Are you awake?” He called as he made his way to the bathroom.

“I am now,” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you heard the shower start. You yawned, your body tired despite how awake your mind was. It was a while longer before Naruto was finally ready to settle in for the night.

With a loud yawn, he dropped down on the bed beside you, stretching. “I missed this,” he said, turning over as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. He reached for you instinctively, a happy sigh leaving his lips as you cuddled into his chest.

But Naruto knew you better than anyone, and he could tell something was on your mind. “Everything okay?” He murmured against your hair, moments from falling asleep.

“Is this weird?” You asked him timidly, afraid to hear his answer.

Naruto froze for a moment before pulling away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. “Is what weird?” He asked back slowly.

You shrugged. “Sakura and Ino stopped by today. They saw we share a bed and… I don’t know. They said it wasn’t normal.” You were afraid to voice the thought, but you couldn’t help it. The seed had been planted, and it wouldn’t stop growing.

But Naruto just rolled his eyes in response. “You’re gonna listen to them?” He asked with a small laugh. “What do they know about normal?”

“They said it was only normal for people that were, like, in a relationship. Not people that were just friends…”

Naruto was quiet, and you could tell he was mulling over the information, no doubt wondering--much like you were--if they had a point. He pulled away even more, and you could see in the moonlight that he was blushing. “Are we just friends?”

The words hit you like a freight train, knocking the breath straight from your lungs. You weren’t ready for this conversation. Things had been going so well, you’d been so happy and comfortable. You weren’t ready for things between you and Naruto to change, not yet. But now you didn’t have a choice.

“Do you want to be?” You whispered back.

The silence lingered, heavy and suffocating. You felt ready to cry. You loved Naruto. You didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer, but you didn’t want to lose him either. If he didn’t feel the same way… You didn’t know what you’d do. You couldn’t think of anything any more devastating.

Reluctantly, you brought your eyes up to meet Naruto’s brilliant blue ones. They were staring earnestly into yours, searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. Slowly, shakily, he brought his hand up to your face, brushing your hair back. His touch was soft, barely there, and it sent shivers up your spine.

Finally, he leaned in to you, bringing his lips to brush against yours in a sweet, shy kiss. The motion was unsure, nervous. He’d been dying to do that for months now, and he had no idea how you would react.

Naruto’s kiss sent your head reeling. You’d always thought that kissing Naruto would send your heart racing, but instead it slowed, calming every nerve in your body.

When Naruto pulled away, he was wearing a grin that matched yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He told you, stroking your cheek. You could only smile in response, pulling him in to kiss you once more

Naruto had gone his whole life touch starved and alone. Affection was so scarce, he hadn’t even known what he was missing.

Sharing a bed, sleeping next to you, kissing you goodnight. It wasn’t scary or unsure.

It felt like coming home.

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Text

Touch Starved

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

CW: none

Length: 4k+

Inspired by this picture

Requests are Open!