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fatuismooches · 11 months

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principiis amoris.

synopsis: In other words, five times Dottore swore he hated you and the one time he realized it was the opposite.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: I wanted to try my hand at these 5+1 fics, and Dottore seemed to be the best candidate. Behold, 6k+ words of fluff. Reader and Dottore are complete menaces (and not very good people) and you also throw a book at someone.

I. blindness

Much to anyone’s surprise, Zandik was having what he would call a good day. Today was the last day of all of his especially boring and easy classes, the illegal parts he secretly ordered came in, and he would be able to stay in his dorm for a while before classes started again. A break from these all these so-called scholars would be much appreciated. He was growing rather tired of them and was greatly looking forward to the much-needed retreat of progressing his research. He could feel it already - the sweet sensation of tinkering with the new parts quickened his pace.

What he was not expecting was his door to be open, voices and rustling noises coming from inside. Immediately a frown appeared and his good feeling was lost. Quickly, he entered the room and saw an unknown figure donning the Akademiya’s robes, and an academic counselor he recognized standing in his room. Now he was glad he made sure to put his tools away. Ones that were totally not prohibited.

“What is the meaning of this?” He didn’t try to hide the loathing in his voice.

The counselor shifted in place, clearly not wanting to be here anymore due to his presence. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. In fact, Zandik could see that you were smiling.

“Ah, hello Zandik. Good to see you are doing well,” she lied through her teeth. “This here is [Name], your-”

“Your new roommate!” you chimed in. The counselor shrunk in her place even more, probably regretting all her life choices now as Zandik’s laser gaze was on her now.

“I thought I made myself clear when I informed you that I did not want anyone in my dorm?”

“Yes, well, as per the rules of the Akademiya, every scholar should try to have a roommate for the purpose of cooperation…” Her voice became progressively smaller as Zandik continued to burn his gaze onto her, “a-and collaboration. Regardless of your thoughts, [Name] has to try to dorm with someone, and that someone happens to be you.” You nodded your head in agreement as the counselor spoke.

“So please, um, try to get along!” She quickly excused herself and scurried out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You smiled at him yet again, sticking your hand out for a handshake, to which he only spared a glance and turned away.

“Pleased to meet you! I’m excited to live with you!”

“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. You’d be out of here in less than a week, just like the few other roommates he had. But to think he had to spend his break with a nuisance in his room now? That irritated him to no end. Though what confused him more was your sunny disposition. Quite literally everyone in the Akademiya knew him and acted the complete opposite.

“Hehe, sure. By the way, I call the top bunk bed!”

It was from that moment he knew.

Zandik hated you.

II. relentless

Zandik had been giving you the cold shoulder since the moment you stepped into his (now yours too) dorm. You knew this would be a tough journey, but damn. At least he was good eye candy and wasn’t loud. (If you excused his eerie laughter in the middle of the night.)

On this particular night, Zandik was at his makeshift workbench tinkering with Archon knows what, as usual. Unfortunately, even though you found it to be interesting, you were unfamiliar with all of that mechanical stuff. You always would look at him while he worked, and while he would sometimes snap at you to stop staring, he never actually did anything about it. Today was one of those nights.

“You’ve certainly been at that for a while,” you commented. Zandik showed no sign of reaction.

“You don’t want anything to eat? Or drink?” you continued.

“Don’t have time,” he responded with no hesitation, far too interested in his new play toys, and also wanting to shut down this conversation immediately. But, you didn’t think these were the ones he usually used. You think he kept the deadlier ones hidden away in case you reported him or something.

“To consume something?”

“To make something right now,” he corrected.

“Well, yeah, I know. That’s why I’m going to make it for you,” you clarified, kind of surprised (but also not) that you needed to say it directly. This managed to make your roommate pause.

“So you are offering to cook for me?” he clarified your statement yet again.

“Yes?” This time he freed his hand of items completely and looked you dead in the eye.

“Explain.”

“E-Explain? Well, I mean, we’re roommates and all, habiting the same space. It only makes sense that we do things we each other once in a while.”

“So you expect a transaction.”

“A transaction…? Huh? No! This isn’t some kind of business deal or whatever. No, I do not expect anything back from you. I am doing this for you because I want to. There’s nothing more to it.” There was no response from Zandik, and he was silent as if he was trying to process what you just said, which was rather cute.

“I do not understand.”

You mentally sighed. “That’s fine, for now. I’m gonna whip something up anyway.” Before he could protest further, you disappeared into the tiny kitchen the Akademiya’s dorms provided.

You had to think of a suitable snack. He probably wouldn’t eat it if it was too cumbersome and distracting from whatever he was doing. He needed some kind of finger food… and you had just the idea. You believed that when you were a struggling Akademiya student, it was only natural to have some good recipes up your sleeve.

Samosas. Delicious bite-sized pieces of goodness. Although they would take a bit to make, you didn’t think Zandik would care. He hardly realized the difference between minutes and hours when he was in this kind of scientific state. And you were glad you stocked up the pantry with your own products because you really had no idea how Zandik lived in these conditions.

Soon enough, you had made a portion for him (and secretly snuck a few for yourself) and you had also made a piping hot cup of coffee, a student’s best friend of course. You then plated it and brought it to your roommate, setting it down in front of him wordlessly, to which he seemed surprised.

Zandik did not realize you were even still doing that. He thought you were bluffing. But now that such aromatic food was right in front of him, his stomach came to life and he noticed the dryness of his throat. With squinted eyes, he tentatively picked up one of the samosas and inspected it. (Did he think you poisoned it or something?) But then he popped one into his mouth and began to chew experimentally. His face did not betray his emotions, but your questions were answered by his next actions.

“Hmm,” he said matter-of-factly, before nomming on another samosa. You peered at him from the top bunk bed as he polished off the bowl of samosas rather quickly. Now, he was waiting for the coffee to cool.

“Sooooo, how was my cooking?” you questioned, already internally knowing the answer even if he didn’t admit it.

“It was convenient,” he admitted. Most of the time, Zandik did not cook for himself, as he found the process a waste of time when he could be doing other things.

“I’m glad. And the taste?”

“It was fine.” Actually, it was far more than fine. The constant consumption of the easiest food to make had dulled his taste buds and made him accustomed to bland food. Though your food was quite tasty, Zandik was not about to let you get a big head now.

“Just fine? Seemed like you scarfed them down pretty quickly,” you teased.

“The quicker I eat, the quicker I am able to devote my full attention to the research,” he corrected you. You pouted but still felt pleased.

“Then I’ll make something for you every day.”

He felt on guard again at your kindness. “Why?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t I already say? ‘Cause we’re roommates and all, and also soon-to-be friends. And friends usually help each other out, yeah? And also because I’m kind of worried how you eat the same thing over and over.”

He immediately frowned at your proposal. “I am not your friend. And never will be.”

You shrugged your shoulders and moved to lie down instead, pulling the blankets over you. “Ehe, we’ll see. I have a way with words, you know!” You smiled and winked at him, to which you received a deadpan glare. “Good night, Zandik! Oh, and make sure to clean up afterward!”

“Hmph.”

Friend. He toyed with the word and idea in his head, mocking it internally. Friend… friend, as if that could ever be feasible. Of course not.

Zandik hated you.

III. possessiveness

It had been a while since you moved in with Zandik, and he stopped treating you with disdain. Though, Zandik was Zandik, so you still got a tongue-lashing from time to time. (But you could never take him seriously anymore, which irritated him.)

Lately, though, he had begun to show you some of his research, and even begun to let you tinker with some of his stuff! Only while he was present of course, but you were elated. Though, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you somehow. You could ask one question and suddenly he’d be on a tangent. But you were just happy he was talking to you.

You had been upgraded from hated stranger to tolerable stranger to okay acquaintance in Zandik’s eyes. You had insisted on calling him your friend, to which he still did not understand, but for some reason he allowed it. Perhaps it was because it felt nice.

Actually, you were a helpful, okay acquaintance. You frequently looked over his notes for him, correcting spelling and grammar errors from when he scribbled so fast. Tidied up his bed and work space too. The best part was that you had begun to run errands for him so he didn’t need to leave the dorm himself. After these series of events, you had declared yourself his assistant without even asking him first, but he supposed that was okay. He valued usefulness. And maybe your company a bit, too. And although he enjoyed silence the most, maybe he liked how nice your voice was in the background.

Today was one of those days where he waited for you to get back from an errand. It was quick and easy, and the seller wasn’t too far away. Like always, he occupied himself with his work and awaited your return, which proved to be fruitful as usual. But after a while, something did not feel right.

Zandik could not put his finger on it. Why did he have this feeling in the back of his mind? He was quite irritated at this itch he could not reach. Perhaps you would have-

That’s right. You. You. You. Where were you? That’s when he realized that you were gone longer than you usually were. To think that his body and mind would get so accustomed to your presence. He wasn’t sure whether to feel disgusted or not by this feeling.

He wondered what was the holdup. But there was naught he could do except wait. And wait. And wait. Until the jiggle of the doorknob drew his attention and you stepped through the door with the items he requested.

“Hey, Zandik,” you greeted, locking the door behind you and dropping the bag on the table. He didn’t respond, but you didn’t think that was anything strange since he never cared much for greetings. “Got your stuff,” you continued your normal routine, kicking off your shoes and shedding your sweater, expecting the silence to continue.

“What took you so long?” You almost did a double-take when he spoke.

“What?”

“What took you so long?” he repeated.

“Oh, on the way back, some students stopped me and asked if I could explain some stuff to them. I guess I did take a bit longer than usual. Why?” you questioned. Did he really notice the difference? It hadn’t even been that long, maybe ten to fifteen minutes extra that you took. And plus, it’s not like you two were doing anything together. Just sitting in silence with metal clanking as usual.

When you did not get any response, you raised your eyebrows and tip-toed your way over to him to get a glimpse of his expression. It was mostly empty if you ignored the eye twitching and the downward curve. You had to dig your fingernails into your palm to control the chuckles.

“Could it be… did you miss little old me, Zandik?”

“Perish the thought,” Zandik immediately interrupted before you could even finish your sentence. “Your whereabouts are not my concern,” he vehemently denied.

“Mhm, alright then.”

“I simply do not see why you need to talk to those so-called scholars. They are not worth the time or energy to even look at.”

Ah, there it was. So he was jealous. You understood now.

“Well, I was just doing what a normal, nice person would do.”

“The fact that you are still living with me proves you’re not normal. As for the nice part, you don’t need to do that for anyone.”

“Oh really? So what should I do, turn a blind eye to everyone else and save the sweet words for you?” you joked.

“Yes. Were you not the one who declared yourself as my assistant? Assistants always follow their seniors,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You were completely surprised at his mini confession, that if you spoke carelessly, you knew you’d stutter. But you weren’t complaining. You ignored the heat on your face, and matched his words.

“Hmm… I would say in that case, you can’t speak to anyone either, but it’s not like you do that anyway,” you said simply, biting down on your lip to prevent laughing. Zandik immediately scowled at your statement.

“I don’t need, want, or care to speak to anyone. But since you clearly need to be around these low-tier scholars, you can get out this instant.” You couldn’t help but double over with giggles now at his defensiveness and landed on Zandik’s bed. He huffed. You loved when he acted like this.

“Ah, I’m so glad I asked to dorm with you,” you giggled with a dopey grin. Zandik paused his work, taking in what you just said.

“You… what?”

You turned to lay on your side and propped yourself up on your arm. “Hmm? Did I say something strange?” you questioned.

“You chose to live here? With me, of your own choice? I knew it was strange when the counselor chose me of all people. Surely there were others available?” Zandik was utterly baffled as he had now temporarily abandoned his tinkering to gauge your expression.

“Yes! Shall I recount the exact events for you?” Without waiting for an answer, you prattled on. “Okay so, I went to the counselor lady and she wanted me to dorm with this random guy, and I was like okay cool, but then I got this little sneak peek of the list she had and I saw your name in fancy handwriting. And then I was like, hey, that’s the smart cute morally dubious guy that I hear people talking about! So then I said, nah, give Zandik to me instead please- hey, why is your face kind of red?”

You ended your little rambling and sat up straight, leaning into your roommate’s face. “Hey, are you embar-” Before you could finish your sentence, he quickly spun back around to face his desk, trying to block out your incessant giggling.

“Shut up,” he hissed in reply, quick to defend himself. “No one in this school would willingly live with me.” And how dare you call him that? That… c-word.

“Well,” you clutched your chest to prevent any more laughter, “That’s clearly not true anymore, because I’ve been here for quite a while! But wow, your face!” You toppled back onto his bed grinning. He swore you were brain-dead.

Zandik hated you.

IV. like-mindedness

Zandik did not like being in public. That was something you came to realize and understand rather quickly. For the most part, you had no qualms with it. You were quite content with bantering with him in the privacy of the dorm or in the desert or forest looking for whatever specimens he wanted. There were no distractions, no other people to give you weird stares or looks.

It was another normal day for you, and you came to realize that you’d actually been living with Zandik for quite a while. You liked to think that you two were rather close now. The time had flown by quickly for you, but apparently very long for others. To say people were baffled was an understatement.

People were shocked, fascinated, intrigued, fearful, any word you could think of, at how you managed to dorm with Zandik and still be alive, mentally and physically. Many people even applauded you for managing to live with Zandik for so long. You had people coming up to you asking for tips on how you confronted your fears so easily. The crazier ones even wanted to write a paper on your mental fortitude. (Thankfully your roommate hadn’t found out about that yet.)

Today, however, the two of you decided to stop by Puspa Café after class. It was a nice day to dine outside, and the coffee and food there was excellent. You had no complaints, especially since this was your first time doing this kind of thing with Zandik. It was going quite well, as the two of you read over your notes in silence until whispers began to penetrate the tranquility.

“Hey, look over there. Is that Zandik?”

“Oh wow, you’re right! This is my first time seeing him outside of class.”

“Really? This is my first time seeing him in general.”

“Well yeah, he only goes to class and then back to his dorm. Everyone knows he’s a freak.” Their blathering continued and you twitched your eye, unable to concentrate. You peaked at Zandik but he looked unbothered.

“We’re right in front of them and can still talk about you like that?” You were simultaneously shocked and impressed at their audacity and stupidity. Zandik simply shrugged his shoulders, his uncaring attitude shining through as he was practically immune to these kinds of scenarios now. You huffed and flipped a page in your book. Sometimes you wished you could borrow some of his ability to not care what people think.

But there was only so much you could take. And Archons above, these scholars and their incessant talking were annoying. You had no idea how Zandik could continue to read so intently with this racket. At least he was more pretty when he was quiet.

Slowly you stood up, and Zandik glanced at you, a bit confused but not too interested, still absorbed in his own book. His eyes returned to the text, but then he heard a loud thump from the side. Now more of his attention was on you, as he saw you now closed the thick book shut.

“[Name]?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. You were now retrieving some Mora, probably for the bill, and laying it on the table. “Do you have business to attend to?”

“Business? You know what, yes, yes I do,” you chuckled a bit eerily. “But it’ll only take a couple of seconds.” With that, you picked up the textbook and lifted it up and down like a weight. Finally, you positioned yourself properly and raised your arm toward the direction of the student.

You threw the fucking textbook.

It was a sight that Zandik would never forget. A heavy book that would hurt anyone’s arm from lugging it around, flew through the air, and with uncanny precision, knocked the scholar right in the face.

It was dead silence for a few seconds.

And then chaos.

Screams erupted from the other students at the table at the sight of their fallen friend. A commotion was born as people scrambled to the boy. Zandik was having a bit of trouble comprehending what just happened. Yes, he just understood that you just threw a textbook at a guy, but he did not understand at the same time. Even he knew not to harm someone in public. (Private was a different case.) And you did it with no hesitation, no logical thought process of what would happen. It was an activity far from what most scholars did.

While he was in a little stupor, you quickly pushed your papers into your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “Hey! Teyvat to Zandik! Don’t just sit there! We have to leave the scene!” you scolded him, taking initiative and stuffing his work into his bag as well. He wasn’t the most pleased with how you treated his precious research material but that was only a fleeting thought compared to what just occurred. You threw his bag over your shoulder as well and cursed at how heavy his damn textbook was. But what he did not expect was what you did next.

Rolling your shoulders back to prepare yourself for the weight, you then grabbed his hand and started pulling him away.

Zandik then had no words to describe his emotions. He could only focus on the prickles that arose from all over his body at such prolonged and close contact with you. He was used to your teasing - running your hands through his hair on occasion, or leaning in close to his ear to whisper something, but this simply broke his scale. He felt as though he was moving unconsciously, feet moving in sync with yours, and he had no idea how to feel or even understand this phenomenon.

“Hey, I know you can walk faster than that!” Your voice snapped him out of his unfamiliar sensations, and that’s when he realized what was happening. You had actually managed to drag him so far along that you were both probably halfway through the city looking like complete, bumbling fools. And you were still holding his hand, and that’s when he realized again how lovely you looked in this moment. He quickly discarded those thoughts.

“Release me this instant, [Name],” he threatened, immediately putting his vexed look back up. He could feel your warmth penetrating his whole body just from your hand.

“Sure, sure~! Let’s turn into this alley to hide,” He could tell that was a complete lie because your laugh was so loud it probably rang out all the way to Port Ormos. Zandik scoffed and bit his lip to prevent a smile.

Soon enough, you both reached a secluded part of the city, away from all the hustle and bustle and caught your breath. You slid down a wall in relief and closed your eyes while Zandik had his eyes trained on you for what you just put him through.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he raised an eyebrow at your crazy behavior. You peeked at him and put your hand on your chin, in a thinking position.

“Hmm… well, that was quite fun, was it not?!” you tried to keep a straight face but you could not help but laugh at your friend’s incredulous expression.

“You- we, we are going to get in trouble with the dean you know. And the counselors,” he said, trying to bite down the smile that kept rising when he remembered the expression on the assaulted student’s face.

“We’ll be fineeeee,” you shrugged your shoulders and stretched your letters. “Haven’t you gotten into more trouble with the head administration with your little controversial experiments? Besides, if we’re lucky, he’ll be too scared to report the incident,” you laughed, completely nonchalant about what you just did.

“Hmph. The blame is on you if anything happens,” he attempted to speak in an irritated voice, but he could not help but be amused. A bit elated, even. There were many people he wanted to see get chucked with a textbook. And do worse things too.

But a bit of the thrill came from how you did that with no hesitation. It was a… strange feeling to have someone do that for him. Actually, this whole relationship was strange. You were strange. Even he felt strange. He was honestly a straight-up asshole to you sometimes, like he was to everyone else. But that didn’t drive you off. You still did things for him. You still spoke to him. You didn’t want anything in return, not money, not knowledge, not relics, but perhaps what you did want was-

Zandik stopped that line of thoughts in its tracks, trying to ignore how his hand was all tingly from you holding it. Things were fine this way, he declared. He could not admit he was enamored with you. Nothing needed to change. He had to maintain his view of you, otherwise…

“You know, I’m surprised I even got you to do that. Did you hit your head too?”

“Shut up.”

Zandik hated you.

(You two did get into trouble. The Akademiya assigned you an apology essay which Zandik refused to do so you had to write two separate essays for each of you. With some begging, he did your homework for you in return, and somehow managed to get the blood stain off of that textbook you had thrown. You didn’t question where he learned that.)

V. kindness

It had been years since that fateful day, the time when you first moved in with Zandik. The Akademiya was a long and arduous grind, but that was to be expected. Your friendship with Zandik was one you cherished more than most things.

To say the two of you were close was an understatement. You still remember the counselor’s expression when you told her how well the two of you were getting along, and that there was no need for you to ever switch roommates. You think she became afraid of you too after that.

Tonight was a relaxed night. Zandik and you were not doing any work, simply laying side by side on his bed. (Even though he always threw fierce words at you, you knew he liked your touch.)

In the beginning, you would never be able to tear him away from that desk, but with time comes new things. You were just happy he was getting more hours of sleep.

The two of you lied in the dark as usual, simply enjoying the cool Sumeru breeze and the muffled noises from the city. You learned to grow content with these simple moments. But tonight you felt like talking.

“Hey, Zandik?”

“Hm?”

“Remember when you met me?” You could feel his head shift to look at you, probably for asking such a dumb question.

“Yes, I do. Too well, actually.”

“What was your first impression of me?” you questioned, realizing you never actually asked him that.

“That you were quite annoying and a thorn in my side.”

Anyone else might have been hurt by these words, but you did not mind. He made it pretty obvious that was how he felt in the beginning anyway, so it was no surprise. “But what about now?”

“You’re fine.” Even in the dark, he could feel your pout and pleading eyes. “And your intelligence and helpfulness deserve to be praised, I suppose.” And then he could feel your smile grow as your face was partially on his shoulder. From then the conversation flowed through many things. That research paper you two were working on, some kind of experiment he wanted to do on you (he swore it was painless), about that one scholar who was always annoying during the lectures.

The more you spoke, the more you realized how much of your life centered around being with Zandik here. You didn’t know if you ever wanted to graduate. To ever be apart from him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. How long do you think we’ll live here?”

“Hmm, it’s hard to say. The benefits the Akademiya provides are far too good to let go of now. Speaking of that, there’s somewhere I want to visit.”

“Oh, you mean those hidden ruins you think are connected with Khaenri’ah?” How nice it would be if you could just drape your arm over his chest.

“Yes. Though I don’t know if the Akademiya will let me make another trip back to the desert as of right now,” he pondered.

“Are you referring to how you’ve been on the Matra’s watch list for years? So they started following you everywhere?” you giggled.

“Not just me. You too, [Name],” he rolled his eyes. “At least I never threw a book at someone in public.” You pouted and playfully punched his arm.

“C’mon, that was so long ago! You can stop bringing it up!” you whined. He would never let that go, huh? The conversation died down from there, but it was a comfortable silence, which you loved. After that little banter, your eyes began to droop and you yawned. Zandik glanced at you.

“Tired?” You nodded and blearily rubbed your eyes.

“Sleep, then,” he commanded, and you had no qualms with following that. Soon enough, Zandik was the only one left awake, staring out at the open window. He had found these little resting sessions of yours good for clearing his mind. He closed his eyes too.

Two people, on the same tiny, college-sized bed, arms brushing each other and talking nonchalantly. Totally, two good friends.

Friends. Friends, friends, friends. Long ago, the word left a distasteful feeling in his mouth, and it still did, but not for the reason he originally felt. Now, what he desired was more complicated.

Zandik hated you.

VI. endless

Zandik knew he would be expelled from the Akademiya soon, for the crimes he committed. And yet, instead of preparing for any future plans, he found himself following the directions of a note you left on his workbench. Meet me at our usual spot, 8 PM.

He was a busy man, more so in soon-to-be exile. He didn’t have time for your frivolous games. But for some reason, he found himself heading over to the cliff anyway. It was dark outside, but the stars illuminated your figure, and that was when he noticed the basket next to you as well. You noticed him and sat up eagerly.

“Hey, you made it! I was worried you wouldn’t come, to be honest.”

“...What is this?”

“Eh? A picnic, of course. The weather is real perfect for one.”

He was so astonished that the laugh building in his throat could not come out immediately. Surely you were aware of what he had done? Practically everyone in the Akademiya knew. You couldn’t walk for five minutes without hearing rumors floating around. Or perhaps you were that oblivious?

“Oh really?” His familiar, eerie laugh that you loved finally rang out. “Did a Ruin Guard finally toss you around well enough? Only an idiot wouldn’t know what I’ve-”

“I mean, do killers not like picnics anymore?” You replied so nonchalantly, he was actually a bit shocked.

“You’re… you’re frustrating,” he murmured.

The way you managed to make him so tongue-tied all the time made him itch to put you in your place, to snap back somehow, but he found himself unable to lately. Actually, he struggled to do that for a while now, and he despised how you made him feel like a bumbling fool.

“Heh, perhaps some of your unhingedness rubbed off on me,” you shrugged, patting down the spot next to you. “Look, I made samosas for you again.”

The blanket was soft and comfy, and though he didn’t care much for the flavors of food, he did enjoy your cooking. You continued to polish off your meal before you spoke again.

“So, I hear you’re going to be expelled soon.”

“Correct. Though I care little for this place, it’s a shame to lose a suitable environment for my research.”

“Have you decided where you’re going? I’m sure you’re not planning to stay exiled in the desert for the rest of your life,” you hummed. “Leaving this country, perhaps?”

“That seems to be the most logical action. There is nowhere in this nation that would fund my research.”

“I see. You’re going far away from here.” Zandik nodded in reply, but the more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt. Far away from here meant far away from you.

To think he felt no remorse for murder but he felt a tingle of emotion (sadness? regret? anger?) at no longer being with you. Whatever it was, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He loathed to admit it, but he enjoyed your company. He enjoyed dragging you out of bed in the morning, and he enjoyed you dragging him to bed at night. He enjoyed your bantering, your inquisitive nature towards his work. He enjoyed being the only person you’d treat like this and having one person to himself. Zandik enjoyed you, thoroughly and fully.

“Well, keep me updated. I already got my bags packed and ready to go.”

“What?” A quirk of yours, he realized, was being able to leave him surprised at the most unpredictable times. Although scholars must plan for every possibility, he found it difficult to prepare for yours.

“I’m coming with you, of course. You’re gonna need your number one assistant with you. Hey, why’d you stop eating? We still need to get through the Padisarah Pudding.”

“You? Accompany me?” All of a sudden, everything made perfect sense. Yes, of course! You were right, he thought, as a fit of laughter overcame him. It was a splendid idea, one that pleased him immensely. Having you with him would be a great asset for his research. No one suited the role better than you. And you, in general, were… nice. You didn’t grate on his nerves like everyone else.

“Ha! Good! Amazing, even! I shall be sure to tell you when we depart from this nation of fools.” You raised your eyebrows at his sudden enthusiasm, but witnessing Zandik’s bursts of inspiration was nothing new to you either.

“Well, glad to see you’re so keen on it,” you chuckled. “But I have a request. Actually, it’s more like something I have to say to you before we embark on this. It’s crucial, really.”

“Oh? Do tell.” He wasn’t rich, but he had the ability to procure a wide variety of items. The Nation of Wisdom was more corrupt than one would think. But he did wonder what you would ever want. You didn’t chase after material goods like the majority of humans.

“To be frank, I like you,” you declared, looking right into his eyes. At that moment, it felt like the world had gone silent. The wind stopped blowing, the animals lied low, the grass no longer rustled. “I like you. I want to be more than just friends with you,” you stated bluntly. You felt that getting straight to the point was the best course of action with Zandik, since many things besides his research and manipulating people tended to go over his head.

“So, what do you say?”

There was no response. You attempted to build your case.

“By the way, did you think I’d go through all this trouble if I didn’t want to be with you? I didn’t dorm with you for no reason, you know.”

“...”

“For such a smart guy, you aren’t very good at this, are you? Well, I can’t be too mad. I’ve been dealing with the denseness for a few years now. You know, I’ve been making the first moves this whole time.”

“...”

The lack of response was beginning to make you nervous. You preferred the maniacal laughter of rejection at this point. “H-hey, I’d like a reply, you know. You don’t need to accept-”

Zandik thought. And he found that the words he spoke next were genuine.

“I find you… agreeable as well.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back and laugh, shoulders now relaxed. “Why, such an amazing compliment from the high and mighty Zandik has me even more lovestruck!” He wanted to be mad, he really did, but it was at this moment he understood what it meant to be mesmerized by another person. He had found himself mesmerized by ancient machines, ruins, texts, his research. But he truly found you beautiful, your giggles echoing through the night.

“I’m agreeable, yes?” You turned to face him, your body leaning in closer to his. “Am I agreeable enough to do… this?” You tentatively glided your fingers over his hand, gauging to see how far Zandik would let you go. He stiffened at the foreign contact, clearly unused to it, but let you continue.

“What about this?” You slid your hand up and down his arm, keeping your eyes on his face the whole time. He tried not to show any emotions, besides a half-hearted scowl, but you could still see the red tips of his ears. He was so cute.

You scooted closer to him and let your other hand rest on Zandik’s thigh. “I think I’m much more than agreeable in your books,” you teased, cupping his cheek. He scoffed in response but did nothing to refuse your advancement. You leaned in and connected your lips with your lover’s. It felt damn good. Zandik had no idea what he was doing, but it was endearing nonetheless. You kissed him again, and again, and he reciprocated, albeit a little awkwardly. Your heart soared as you pulled away, and placed a few final kisses on his cheeks.

“Now, how did that feel?” You already knew the answer to that, of course. You knew Zandik for a long time, and could tell when he was in a shitty mood, a bad mood, a grumpy one, an excited one, a happy one, and much more. This mood was one you haven’t seen until now, but it sure was a good one. Completely flustered was a great look on him.

“I… I cannot come to a definitive answer as of now. I would say that I need to carry out some more experiments to reach a conclusion.”

“Oh? Then I’m a willing participant for however long as you want,” you smiled, finding comfort in his soft, teal locks.

And that’s when Zandik truly realized. You were more tolerable than the rest. You were bearable enough to want to keep you around forever. Smart enough for him to desire to hear your honeyed voice. Soft enough to want to feel your skin against his. Ah, he would never say it though, as he brushed his lips over yours once again.

Zandik loved you.

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8ttached · 5 months

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pretty laced dress

pairings - fontaine x blk woman

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni!! bathroom + mirror sex, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, not proof read, aave mentioned in story.

word count - 830

a/n: hey guys!! i just wanna say thank you for 100+ followers?! i feel so honored to have so many people enjoy my writing thank you thank youu!! im trying to ease my way back to being more active on this account and having you guys know a little more about me but just know my reqs are definitely open right now so help a sister out with recommending some writing prompts (smut or not id be glad to write them) but dont hold it over my head i still have a life yall (T0T)

summary: it's your anniversary night with Fontaine and as you guys are getting ready to hit the road, your boyfriend couldn't get enough of the black lacy dress you slipped on. after seeing your boyfriend get needier by the minute he realizes you two have a little time to spare.

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!!)

“Hey baby, can you help me with this dress?”

Today marked your 2nd year anniversary with fontaine and what better way to celebrate than a nice dinner between the two of you. This was your second time trying on this dress. the black, thin, tight dress that complimented you in every way. From your deep skin tone to your delicate curves, that dress had your name written all over it. There was one problem though, the zipper. The cheap zipper on the back of your dress. Not only was it hard to zip up yourself, but when you tired, the zipper would never budge. Which is why you called fontaine into the shared bathroom

You were too focused on the zipper to notice your observant boyfriend standing by the door, quietly admiring you from head to toes. By time you got impatient you turned to the door getting ready to yell out for him again only to get startled by the tall, male figure leaning on the door frame.

“Holy shit Fontaine don't scare me like that!” your freshly done nails laid on your chest while you catch your breath. “My bad ma, whatchu need help with?” Fontaine asks, his hands slowly wondering on your hips. “Can you zip the zipper in the back?” ignoring your boyfriend's rough hands wondering from your hips up to your waist. “Mhm” he lightly nods, his hand not leaving your waist. The zipper started from the bottom to the middle of your back and Fontaine loved it. He loved how well it complemented you. Your glistening, defined back, the gold necklace clasp that hung down the back of your neck, he loved Everything. Sure, he was quiet, but his thoughts were sure loud as hell and It took everything in him not to blow your back out right then and there.

He took his time zipping up your dress, admiring what everyone else wanted but definitely couldn't have. He hums quietly. “You so beautiful baby.” you cheese at the compliment. “Thank you baby.” you smile looking towards him through the mirror, noticing his eyes glued on your back. “I could blow your back out right now.” he whispers in his raspy voice. You gasp. “Fontaine!” you yell out. “what, I can't admire you right now..” he trails off as he gets distracted. He observed how your dress hugged your curves, how it shaped your ass perfectly. He really could stare at you for hours. “Ya think we got a lil' time to spare?” you feel his warm breath on the crook of your neck before you feel light kisses from his thick dark lips. The only thing he did was breathe on your neck and already he has your ass under his spell. You take a deep breath eagerly nodding your head. “Uh huh.. but we have to be quick” You take a deep sigh.

“Then lemme not take this time for granted.” you feel his light grin against your sensitive neck

There you were, bent over the bathroom sink getting your pussy eaten by the starved man behind you. The bathroom was filled with muffled moans and high-pitched whimpers. “fuck taine!” your spread legs caused the dress to stretch from the floor. “Mhm, my perfect lady, you’re so sexy” Fontaine mumbles against your soaked pussy as he grips your ass tightly earning a shaken hum from you. “Mm- I'm gonna-”

“Mhm, There you go, let it out, baby.”

his vibrated praise sends you through your 1st orgasm. after what felt like only minutes you were losing your mind. From the Hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and collar bone, your ass stinging from each smack and passionate grip, to your man eating your sloppy pussy as if he hasn't eaten in days. all of it was becoming overwhelming. “t-too much taine please..” you whimper as you grip the bathroom counter, desperate for support. Throughout the orgasms you’ve given out, he didn't let you catch a break, let alone your breath.

“Mm mm, i know you can take a baby, i know you can.” he slips his middle and ring finger inside your sloppy cunt.

Everything felt intense but so good. Everything Fontaine was saying was going out one ear and right out the other until you felt a smack against your ass.

“Taine- gonna cum again!” you yelled out. Arching your back, pleading for more.

“Thats right ma, let it all out mhm i got you”

was all you could hear before you clashed into yet another orgasm.

the ringer on your phone interrupted causing you to fall back into consciousness. “Just in time” Fontaine whispers as he pulls your lacy black panties back up and your dress back down over your ass. You look up at the mirror noticing his obvious boner in his pants. “Wait, taine what about-”

“i can wait till later tonight” he kisses your temple, grinning at you.

“Now fix ya self up, we gon be late.” and so you did.

#they cloned tyrone #fontaine #fontaine x black reader #fontaine x reader #tct #black reader #fontaine smut #john boyega #x black reader #x black fem reader #x reader #they cloned tyrone x reader #tyrone x black!reader

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zwhoreo · 8 months

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thoughts on headcanons on how luffy would be with a shy gf / trying to bring the girl he likes out of her shell / not be nervous around him???? i like to envision him being the initiator sometimes simply bc i myself am so ridiculously reserved… the idea of him and his partner balancing each other out / teaching each other to be more outgoing and free spirited vs less rambunctious and reckless…. it makes me v happy ALSO i hope its ok to send another ask so soon, i love ur work !!! @ v @ ;;; no rush or pressure to answer !! :’’>

hana!!! tysm for all the support, i rly appreciate it, I’m so glad you like my writing :’) you can send as many asks as you want!! i’m pretty busy with work/school prep rn so requests are taking me some time, but yess please never hesitate to submit one if you have an idea <333

coming out of your shell - luffy x f!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, how your dynamic might work with luffy if you’re a bit more reserved, how he helps you come out of your shell, and the kind of balance you two give each other in your relationship

words: ~750

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You love Luffy an indescribable amount, and somehow he loves you back tenfold.

This boy loves you so much that he rarely wants to be without you, sticking to you always, pulling you along with him everywhere, talking loudly in your face because he’s excited by the closeness

you’re intimidated by that love so much, you were a bit shy and didn’t know what to say

But god, there’s something about him that just changes you, makes you feel fuzzy on the inside. He calms you. You become comfortable around him so fast, eager to be in his arms

But sometimes it’s too much, his loudness. You’re trying to relax, have a break from the outside world, but here’s Luffy wriggling on top of you, so full of an energy you can’t believe, it’s all too endless.

“Hi, Lu…” you murmur softly in his mouth as he kisses you for the hundredth time.

At first it was hard, he’s so unlike you, he’s unlike anyone, really, that you’d ever met

You hadn’t imagined yourself ending up with this kind of intense extrovert

But Luffy knows you like quiet sometimes, and when you’re feeling tired and want some time to yourself, but if he really wants to hang out, you can say, “hey Lu, wanna take a nap?”

He’ll be so excited to come cuddle on top of you while you read or look out the window, going to sleep quickly, letting you soak in the comforting warmth of his body in stillness

Luffy is attached to you. If he goes somewhere, more often than not you’re along for the ride.

He squeezes your hand, his own so sweaty with excitement, running and dragging you along with him, wanting so badly for you to be as excited as he is.

He talks to people on the street, bouncing on his feet, voice loud and overflowing. You cringe at his boldness, many times, you can’t imagine acting like that.

But he’ll motion you over, and gush about how his new friend HAS to meet his beautiful and perfect and fun girlfriend, he’ll hug you and he’ll want you to talk to his friend and when your voice is small he pats your back and pulls you a little closer, he wants you to make lots of friends, just like he does, because it makes him happy and he wants you to be happy, too

And when you start to conversate, when your smile comes, he grins so proudly and afterwards he’ll reward you with a big, sloppy kiss

Because even though the concept of shyness greatly confuses him, he knows these types of things are big for you

When he wants you to speak, he’ll look at you, turning his head over his shoulder and making a small, giddy sound.

He’ll squeeze your hand which of course he’s still holding, he wants to remind you that you’re safe

But you can balance him out, too. If he comes up to someone who you know doesn’t want to talk, if he’s bothering them and it’s clear on their face but Luffy doesn’t know, then you’ll gently pull him away into a hug and whisper, “hey, looks like they don’t want to talk right now…”

He’ll be a little disappointed but you’ve helped him understand stuff like this

Luffy LOVES adventures

He wants to take you on all of them, even when you’re scared or anxious

There’s that hand holding again, or maybe he’ll link his arm tightly with yours, knowing that the closeness of his body will make you feel safer, bolder

It does help, he’s infectious, invigorating. He’s inspiring in the way he charges ahead, and you want to feel so free like he seems to, always

So you try to be like him, going out of your comfort zone, finding joy in the things you fear

When you’re scared, he’ll hold you. He’ll lift you onto his back or press you close against his chest

And when it’s too dangerous, when your anxiety is right, you can hold his arm, tell him to please just stay with you, and he’s learned (probably the hard way) that sometimes you can be right about these things, you can see what he won’t

It’s a perfect balance, you and Luffy. An unlikely pair, two polar opposites, and yet you share so much, you fit so well. He loves you for that, and he’s going to help you, always

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palskippah · 5 months

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Hi!

Some Mareach thoughts regarding their pining for the other because that's my favorite headcanon ever for them, especially if it's painfully obvious that they like the other.

It's all rambling sjdksj Sorry if it's confusing to read! It's just all my thoughts on the matter, and they're loosely based on the drawings I did jsjds

Also, this all may not be very coherent? In the sense of time and stuff, I wrote it on the spot, honestly sjsj

Now, Peach has been in love with Mario for a long time. Before he saved her for the first time, and maybe even before he became the helpful hero of the Mushroom Kingdom.

He was nice to her, respectful and liked to have fun- never mind that she was a princess. With her subjects Peach couldn't exactly run and jump and just play any time outside of the official games (unless it was little children, they loved it, but once they got bigger, they realized she was The Princess, and must be treated with excessive respect and distance, apparently), but with Mario she could get her nice, pink dress dirty with mud or with stains of green grass, get leaves in her hair, or overall be a mess, regardless of the situation. He'd just laugh with his equally dirty overalls, instead of fretting over her nice clothes being ruined.

They'd have simple competitions, who gets faster to that one tree about ten meters away? They'd push and shove to get there quicker, both using their abilities for it. Peach would levitate a rock for it to get in Mario's way, and Mario would jump very high to go past it easily. And whoever won earned a kiss from the loser (alright, Peach shamelessly set that rule, whatever for her to place her lips on Mario's round nose or to get his mustache to tickle her cheek when his lips placed a loud kiss on it).

It was fun and simple, and Peach felt truly relaxed and appreciated when she was with Mario, in a way that with her cousin Daisy or her father Toadsworth she just didn't. Her heart would beat faster, and she'd look forward to seeing Mario's blue eyes and his silly nose and his handsome mustache. And to hear his accented sweet voice, or to see him communicate with gestures, where Peach would do her absolute best to interpret it the best she could.

To simply be by Mario's side could made Peach's whole day.

After she was rescued though, she saw him in a new light- a heroic (and very handsome-) light. He fought against a koopa many times his size and simply flung him out by the tail! Then Mario effortlessly lifted her in his arms and ran her to safety. Mario kind of literally swept her off her feet, and Peach felt that she fell a little more in love with him, in a way that she knew she never would be able to forget or be able to get over it.

But something Peach is very glad of, it's that there's no need to forget or get over it, because Mario likes her too. A lot it seems. The first time he saved her, and once they were back at the castle, Mario seemed to reach for his hat to do a playful bow as he usually did for the princess, but Peach was excited and loved him so much and felt so cared for, that she impulsively leaned in and kissed him on the nose, halting Mario's movements. She muttered in a sweet, loving voice: "Thank you, Mario."

And by the stars, the way Mario's cheeks went pink and his eyes bright, as if something wonderful just happened to him, made Peach's heart sing in happiness. Could this mean that he could love her too?

So, Peach started to be clear in her intentions. She'd be sweeter, she'd get him gifts, and treat him like a king that deserved everything in the world. Because to her, Mario did deserve everything and more. Peach invited him exclusively to eat cake with her, they woudl go to picnics on their own ,to enjoy each other's company. And Peach would very tentatively reach his hand when she could or kiss his face if the situation allowed it, even staright up hugging him, with no excuse or reason to (simply because she wanted!)

To any outsider, it was clear the princess was courting Mario, but to Mario, it was just his good friend being more friendly, which was great! He was very glad to be a closer friend to Peach. So, Mario started returning the efforts, he'd give her silly things he found that reminded him of her or make the time to spend his afternoons with her. He'd be more affectionate in the way Peach was, saying outright what he liked of her or cheering for her in enthusiasm at their games (Mario saying, "I love you, I love you so much!" while clapping).

But it didn't go past that.

Peach wasn't sure if Mario was being oblivious or she wasn't being clear enough- But he'd blush and do silly dances when she said something particularly sweet to him, and his eyes would soften when looking up at her. So, Peach was very confused. Why, even when she said, "I love you, Mario", he answered with an enthusiastically, "I love you too, principessa!" and... that was it. As if Mario just didn't notice that Peach was trying to go somewhere with all their courting (Thinking about the "we look like a couple :3" "A couple of besties! :D").

I'm thinking that ever since they became friends, Mario has had at least a little crush on Peach, and how could he not? She's so beautiful, and nice, and funny. Mario doesn't think she'd be interested in him in a romantic sense though, because he knows very well she cares about him! But romantically? Princess Peach could have anyone she wanted, and there must be other royals more worthy of her love. So, why choose Mario? What could he possibly give her that another guy or woman in a much higher position couldn't?

Mario is very sure of himself in some ambits, and then in others not so much. When time goes on, he truly believes he's worthy of being Peach's hero, because he's strong, agile, he can jump very high, he's smart too! If Peach is in trouble, he will find a solution or a way to rescue her and make sure she's okay. He trusts his physical abilities very much, that's why he trains and does his best to be as strong as he can! What else can Mario give Peach if he can't be useful for her safety-

But he doesn't think he's good enough to be anything else besides that. Because Mario isn't worthy to hold her hand simply because he wants to, unless he's pulling her and running away from danger. And Mario couldn't just hold Peach in his arms in the way a bride is held by the groom, because he only does that if he needs to get Peach away from a castle or danger, again. Or to kiss her cheek just because he wanted to show her his fondness, without having to purposely lose their races.

Mario just wasn't good enough for that, and it always made him realize that no matter what he did, he'd never feel worthy, because he'll always just be Mario, Mushroom Kingdom's and Peach's hero. And Mario was okay with that, really. And what difference does it make, anyway, if Peach doesn't feel the same way. She was so sweet and considerate, always looking out for people she cared about. Mario was just very glad that he was in that group of people that Peach deeply cared for. And he knew he was there, because she did so many nice things for him! Bake him a cake, even when he didn't help her in any significant way prior to it, or hug him out of nowhere or look at him sweetly- it was as if they were dating! And it made Mario immensely happy, because if he tried hard enough, it was as if Peach only had eyes for him, and only did nice, sweet things for him. And looked at him with her beautiful sky-blue eyes, full of love for Mario, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

When he saved her for the first and she kissed him and looked at him as if he was something precious and loving, he felt that maybe Peach could see him as a romantic partner, worthy of very nice things and very nice people such as Peach. But then she said, "You are my hero!" and that hope shattered, because right- hero, Mario was a hero. He was good in helping and saving the day and that's why people liked him! That's why Peach appreciated him too. So, Mario smiled brightly anyways and jumped in joy, because he's happy to be Peach's hero!

In the privacy of his own room, Mario would allow himself to feel sad about the matter, about feeling too little like a person and too much like a hero sometimes. Hoping it could be the other way, or maybe both ways. Anything so Peach could think of Mario and be pleased with the person he was, rather in all the things he could do. (Does that even make sense? it's me, Kym, asking ASJKJS)

And you can bet that Luigi was witnessing all of this, especially Peach's fruitless courting, and Mario's lovesick pining. He'd see the princess acting in the same way a loving partner would, and Mario relishing in the attention, very clearly in love. And then Mario would say something that sounded way to close to friend-zoning, and Peach would look briefly caught off-ward, most likely confused.

And Luigi couldn't blame her, when Mario himself didn't think she was courting him! The idiot (both affectionate and derogatory) didn't have enough confidence to think a princess could like (and love) him. Alright, well, if Luigi had a royal person hopelessly in love with him, he wouldn't believe it either- because he's just little ol' Luigi! Nothing special. But Mario? He was the specialest guy around! But he was so insecure too and wouldn't just see that Peach was almost desperately trying to get him to see that she loved him and wanted to be much more than just friends.

For God's sake, she said 'I love you' to Mario, directly to his face, and not even that seemed to change his thoughts of not being good enough or her not wanting anything besides friendship. Worst part, Luigi had to see his bro pining in their house, sighing, thinking of the princess, and out loud wondering what she was doing. He'd always be thinking of her, Peach this and Peach that- And it's not that it bothered Luigi or angered him, it's just that it was frustrating! The woman was right there! Peach could be with a huge MARIO, WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND? <3 sign right outside their house and Mario would ask Luigi for which brother it was.

It frustrated him and made him feel sorry for his bro. Mario had something so good right in front of him, and due to his insecurity, he couldn't allow himself to see it.

After months and months of implying a relationship and Mario just, not noticing, Peach started to realize that... maybe Mario just didn't feel the same way. And maybe he just didn't know how to let her know it. Maybe Mario was being nice and returning her efforts just to not hurt her feelings, when all he wanted was to just remain friends. It made Peach feel so sad and so ashamed, had she just been forcing her feelings on Mario? A worse thought crossed her mind, has she been making him uncomfortable with her actions? And all these months...., Peach wouldn't forgive herself if that was the case. Maybe all those blushes and soft eyes and shy smiles were just the things she wanted to see.

Stars, she had to fix it. So, Peach stopped inviting Mario on his own to her castle and baking a cake with his favourite flavors in mind, and started inviting both brothers and also friends. She stopped leaning to hug him or kiss him, and when they'd win or lose races, Peach changed the rule into a high-five, meeting Mario's kissy lips with her palm the first time it happened. She truly hoped her efforts of a romantic relationship could just be forgotten, and not affect their friendship.

Mario was devastated with the change in Peach's behavior. She no longer invited him to the castle, and he didn't receive any more letters with 'Come to the castle, I've baked you a cake! <3', and the worst part- when he ran especially slow to get to kiss Peach in the cheek, and he was right about to do it, Peach's hand received him instead of her face. She smiled cheerfully and said, "Let's do high-fives from now on, yes?'

It was as if Mario's heart shattered- it was the last piece in the puzzle that indicated that he was no longer as loved as he used to be by the princess. Mario was treated like, like Luigi was! Which, honestly, was still very good, but! Mario used to be special! Peach used to treat him like he was someone noteworthy and worthy of the nicest gifts and her nicest smiles, and now it was no longer... If there was a little sliver of hope in Mario that they could be something, it was entirely gone. Now he couldn't even pretend that she loved him romantically, and it made him so, so sad.

Was it something he did? Mario should just ask, shouldn't he? God, but he just couldn't, he was a coward. What if Peach told him she no longer liked him at all, and was trying to slowly distance herself, and she actually hated Mario now?! Obviously, Mario was being dramatic, but he just wanted to explain why Peach no longer treated him in a special way...

That's all I've got 🧍

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ikisswanderer · 19 days

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DANCE WITH ME ! — ★

synopsis ; your boyfriend—aventurine—asks you to dance with him.

tags ; fluff, established relationship, ooc!aventurine??, gn!reader.

a/n ; POSTS ARE SO SLOW but its okay anw aventurine coming out in a couple days and i have 109 pulls saved for him thumbs up 👍🏻 i love aventurine

requests for fanfic ideas are always appreciated !

preferred if you listen to this song ^ :) (it gave me inspo to write this so)

saturday’s were supposed to be a time of relaxation or fun, but right now couldn’t be more boring than ever. aventurine even had his day off, for crying out loud!

he couldn’t help but glance at you every couple seconds, just waiting for you to say anything to cure him of his boredom; but here you were, lousily hanging around on your phone. (even if he was doing the same)

the more aventurine was spending time on his phone, the more he lost his sanity. so, he came up with an interesting idea.

“hey dear?”

he got up from the couch with a smile before leaning his face down beside your phone, trying to garner your attention.

his attention grabbing strategy worked as you raised your head from your phone and hummed in confusion. this only made him let out a laugh in response,

“do you want to dance?”

you raised a brow, and responded in a joking manner, “what are your intentions, aven’?”

“relax.. i just want you to get off of that phone and spend time with me. dont you want that too?” the smile on his face was contagious, as you began to smile too.

an exhale left your nose as you placed your phone down and got up right beside aventurine, the smile on his face only growing wider.

he picked his phone back up and after a couple seconds, a slow, but calming song started playing. while turning up the volume, he set his phone down on the couch.

the open living room could make a great ballroom.

while eyeing aventurine, you couldnt help but ask with curiosity, “do you even know how to dance?”

in which he shrugged and chuckled slightly, “i’ve danced a couple times, but i have not practiced enough to be good at it. who knows, by the end of this little dance session, maybe i can be a professional danseur.”

he took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, before he wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest while holding your hand with his free palm.

as the music played into the ears of both you and aventurine, a slow dance began to flow through both of your movements.

his lilac and blue gem eyes were focused on you, while you were focused on your feet, trying not to step on him.

he thought it was adorable, but he wanted your eyes on him.

“focus on me, my darling. it does not matter if you step on me.” aventurine purred near your ear. his voice didnt carry any of his usual sarcasm or sassiness; instead, a genuine, loving tone of voice.

relaxing at the tone of his voice, you began to focus on him—his eyes on yours, and your eyes on him.

the music served as background noise for a moment such as this one; the lovely melody making the moment all the more memorable.

“you’re ethereal.” aventurine complimented, grip gently tightening on your hand. he couldn’t remember the last time he was this relaxed.

“i could say the same for you, gem.” he chuckled under his breath at your compliment. your voice brought a great sense of peace within aventurine, making him want to pull you close and never let go.

he let go of your waist and gently spun you around, as if the two of you were the main characters in a romance film, before bringing you back into his chest to continue dancing.

it did not matter if you were bad at dancing, as long as you were right in front of him, it would be all worth it.

you were all aventurine needed, and he was more than glad you were here with him right now.

the more that you two danced, the more he wanted to pull you in and kiss you.. but it wouldn’t be right to do kiss you so suddenly without asking.

aventurine leaned in closer to your face before letting go of your interlocked palms and instead placing his hand on your face, speaking in a soft tone of voice,

“can i kiss you?”

staring into his gentle eyes, you nodded in response and he leaned forward and finally captured your lips in a kiss. your lips were soft, gentle.. and so were his.

the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out, your hair slightly tickling his hand as he cupped your cheek, the warmth of your skin and lips; it was more than just.. perfect. it was all the small details of you that he loved so much.

after a few seconds of your lips entangled with one another, he pulled away, slightly breathless; but he had a smile on his face, a genuine smile.

despite his cocky, arrogant, and sarcastic nature, he was soft on the inside and he was willing to share that side with you.

he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and buried his face into your shoulder, mumbling, “i love you.. so much..”

and you could relate to him, as you loved him all the same.

“i love you too.”

this work is by me, so please do not plagiarize or translate onto other platforms.

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(𝟔𝟏) - ✰ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 ✰

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: im on the verge of tears

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

all i want is nothing more

to hear you knocking at my door

the rain poured down on the city streets, creating a water way on the sidewalk and walkways. ning was thankful she didn’t have to walk home like she did during pre-debut days.

her manager opened the door for her, making her sit down inside the all black vehicle before the door shut behind her.

ningning always thought of you whenever it rained. it was raining the night she met you, all those years ago.

the ambience of the car lulled ningning into deep thought. soft sounds of the midnight rain added to the sounds of the evening. with her head leaning on the window and the scenery passing by, she found herself remembering you once again.

“hi, roomie.”

ningning screamed so loud and nearly dropped her water bottle onto her foot when she walked into her dorm drenched from the rain, only to see a complete stranger standing there.

the chinese girl’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared wide-eyed at the unfamiliar face standing in the center of her dorm room. her mind raced to comprehend what was happening.

how did some stranger enter her dorm? and why did she refer to her as her "roomie"?

"um. excuse me?" ningning managed to stutter, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and caution. she clutched her water bottle tightly, unsure of how to react to this unexpected intrusion. the sounds of water from her soaking jacket dripping onto the floor filled the room.

you had the most beautiful face she had ever seen in her life. you slowly blinked in surprise and quickly realized your mistake.

"oh, i'm so sorry! i apologize for scaring you," you explained apologetically, voice laced with embarrassment. nevertheless, you still smiled at her. “i’m y/n. your new roommate.”

confusion laced ning’s features. roommate? since when did anyone want to room with her? everyone in the company held some sort of unbiased resentment towards her for simply being chinese.

“are you new here?” the other girl asked slowly.

you nodded, understanding ningning's confusion and the underlying tension she felt. "yes, i'm new. i just arrived at the company today." your voice held a hint of nervousness, as you were unsure of how ningning would react to your presence.

ningning's gaze softened as she took in your words, realizing that you were in a similar situation as she once was. the empathy she possessed kicked in, urging her to offer a warm welcome and make you feel at ease.

"well, y/n, welcome to the dorm," ningning said, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "i'm ningning."

you visibly relaxed at ningning's kind response. the weight of uncertainty lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of relief.

"thank you, ningning." you replied sincerely before motioning towards her. “you can leave your jacket on the chair, i’ll dry it for you.”

the other girl’s heart swelled with gratitude at your offer, appreciating the small act of kindness. she removed her soaked jacket and handed it to you, watching as you carefully draped it over the back of the chair.

"thank you, y/n," ningning said, her soft voice filled with genuine appreciation. "i really appreciate it. it's been a long day, and your kindness means a lot."

you smiled warmly at her, a glimmer of understanding in your eyes. "i'm glad i can help. we're roommates now, so it's important that we look out for each other."

and as she looked into your eyes and mirrored your radiant smile, ningning suddenly didn’t feel alone anymore.

'cause if i could see your face once more

i could die as a happy man i'm sure

“hey ning?”

the mentioned girl hummed in response to your call as she scrolled through her phone aimlessly.

“can you teach me some chinese?”

ningning nearly dropped her phone on her face because she shot up into a sitting position so fast. she had been in korea for over 4 years, and she never once got asked by anyone to learn even a little bit about her native language.

“what did you just say?” she asked in utter disbelief, still not believing you actually had asked her that.

you couldn't help but chuckle at ningning's surprised reaction. it seemed you had caught her off guard with your request.

"i said, can you teach me some chinese?" you repeated, a smile playing on your lips. "you’re my roommate, so i thought it would be a great opportunity to learn some basics from you."

ning’s eyes widened with a mix of astonishment and delight. it was a refreshing change to have someone genuinely interested in her culture and language.

a warm smile spread across her face as she realized the significance of your request. "of course," she replied eagerly. "where would you like to start? greetings? basic phrases?"

you spent the evening engrossed in a lively language exchange. ningning patiently guided you through the intricacies of pronunciation and vocabulary, sharing stories and cultural tidbits along the way.

as the weeks passed, your chinese skills gradually improved, and ningning couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your progress.

she was grateful for the opportunity to share her language and culture with you.

this small action meant more to ningning than anything else in the world. now she understood why minjeong loved you so much. you were truly a genuine person.

and as you continued to learn chinese, you not only gained knowledge of a new language but also gained a deeper understanding of ningning's heritage and the experiences that had shaped her.

your eagerness to learn and embrace her culture touched ningning's heart, reinforcing the importance of open-mindedness and acceptance in building lasting connections.

in the end, it wasn't just about language; it was about the willingness to understand her better. and ningning couldn’t help but feel like she was being seen for once in her life.

not as an sm rookie or a child star, but simply just as ning yizhuo.

when you said your last goodbye

i died a little bit inside

“no, y/n come on. you know i’m your best friend.” minjeong pleaded, on her knees as she looked at you.

ningning mirrored minjeong’s actions, looking up at you in the same manner. “come on, we’re roomies. you have to give it to me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight in front of you. this situation started because you asked if either of them wanted any of your leftover soup. however, you didn’t anticipate that both of them would want it.

“i’ve known you longer.” “i have pictures of you sleeping on the floor.”

“hey woah!” you interrupted them and started laughing louder. “okay, what if i split the soup in half? that way you both get some.”the two girls looked at each other, silently communicating. however, a certain raven-haired trainee walked over to you. jimin folded her arms over her chest and looked down at minjeong and ning with a confused face.

“am i interrupting something?” she said with a chuckle, glancing between you and your two best friends.

“these two are fighting over some soup.” you smiled up at the taller girl before jimin answered. “maybe i should take it, that way neither of them get it. i think that’s fair.”

minjeong immediately stood to her feet as ning gasped in shock. “absolutely not. there are no third parties allowed to interfere with this soup dealing.” minjeong said as she pointed a finger at jimin.

jimin raised an eyebrow at your best friend’s defiant stance, amused by her determination. she unfolded her arms and placed her hands on her hips, adopting a playful expression.

"well, if i can't have the soup, maybe i should be the judge in this case," jimin suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "after all, i have the authority to make fair and unbiased decisions."

ningning and minjeong exchanged curious glances, intrigued by the taller girl’s proposal. the thought of having their dispute settled seemed exciting.

you couldn't help but chuckle at the unfolding drama. "alright, if you're up for the challenge, be our impartial judge. but remember, the fate of the soup lies in your hands," you declared dramatically, feigning seriousness.

jimin nodded, accepting her newfound responsibility with gusto. "very well, i shall hear both sides of the argument and render a fair verdict," she announced, adopting a mock judge's tone.

minjeong and ningning took turns presenting their cases, each passionately arguing why they deserved the soup. they provided compelling evidence, ranging from their friendship history to their shared living arrangements.

after considering their arguments (not really), jimin finally spoke up, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "i have reached my decision," she declared, eliciting anticipation from both parties.

with a dramatic pause, jimin pointed at the pot of soup.

"the soup shall be divided equally between minjeong and ningning. case closed."

without another word, the two girls lunged for the bowl. minjeong and ning shoved each other out of the way playfully, trying to get the first taste over the other.

a familiar pair of hands rested on your waist from behind. “we should go before they start fighting again.” jimin whispered against the shell of your ear.

with a small nod, you turned around and rested your hand on your girlfriend’s bicep. “sounds good, babe.” you said aloud with a smile.

“babe?” minjeong shouted in shock, momentarily pausing her food fight with ningning. ning only looked between min and you before she added onto minjeong’s shocked words. “did you just call jimin babe?!”

“we’ll see you two later!” you called out over your shoulder while jimin laughed out loud, still having you on her arm.

i lay in tears in bed all night

alone without you by my side

“ning?” you called out softly, rubbing the back of your neck. “um. do you have a strong concealer?”

the chinese girl looked confused for a second before turning to glance at you before resuming her skincare routine. “yeah, but i don’t think it’s your shade.”

“it’s not for my face.”

ningning paused her skincare routine, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as she turned to face you fully. "not for your face? then what do you…"

she couldn’t even finish her sentence because she could see the bright shade of pink on your cheeks. that was enough of a giveaway for her.

“oh.” ning laughed out loud at your current embarrassment. “wait, let me see the hickey. did jimin not listen to you or what?”

you let out a groan, feeling even more embarrassed now that ningning had figured it out. "yeah, jimin got a bit carried away last night," you admitted, trying to hide your blushing face with your hands.

ningning laughed even harder, finding the situation amusing. "well, it happens," she said with a shrug, still chuckling. "don't worry about it. let's see if this concealer can do the trick."

you reluctantly removed your hands from your face, allowing ningning to take a closer look at the hickey on your neck. she leaned in, examining it carefully, and then pulled back with a grin.

"okay, i think the concealer should be able to cover it up," she said, sounding more serious now. "let me work my magic."

you watched with curiosity as ningning applied the concealer expertly, blending it with precision. after a few moments, she stepped back to inspect her handiwork.

"well, what do you think?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

you looked in the mirror and were amazed to see that the concealer had indeed done its job. the hickey was now hidden from view, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"wow, you're a pro at this," you complimented ningning, feeling grateful for her help.

she chuckled. "roommate perks, i guess." you thanked your friend profusely for her assistance and gave her a grateful hug. she patted your back with a smile, happy to have been of help.

"remember to be more careful next time," ningning teased, "or else you'll be wearing turtlenecks to practice all week."

“enough.”

'cause you brought out the best of me

a part of me i'd never seen

“unnie?” ningning whispered softly as she laid on the floor of the practice room with jimin. the two had been running through their choreo together for this month’s evaluation, leaving them both exhausted.

the older girl hummed in response, laying her arm over her eyes. she could feel her muscles aching all over, but being partners with your roommate made the hours of work feel like fun.

“do you love her?”

jimin’s heartbeat quickened at the sudden mention of you. she slowly removed her arm and turned her head to look at the younger girl.

she had never heard such a serious question from the chinese girl before. “i do. why?” jimin answered softly.

ningning's gaze softened as she looked at jimin, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity and concern. she propped herself up on her elbows, mirroring jimin's serious demeanor.

"i can see it, you know," ningning replied quietly, her voice gentle. "the way you look at her, the way you talk about her. it's different. it's like there's a light in your eyes whenever she's around."

jimin's lips curved into a soft smile, touched by ningning's observation. she appreciated how perceptive your roommate was and felt comfortable opening up.

"she is the light," jimin confessed, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and vulnerability. "i’ve never met someone who just radiates like she does. she’s the love of my life, the sun in my sky."

ningning nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "i'm glad to hear that, unnie. you two deserve all the happiness in the world."

jimin reached out and placed a hand on ningning's arm, conveying her gratitude. "thank you, ning. it means a lot."

“but unnie?” ningning poked the inside of her cheek, a clear habit she had adopted from you. her eyes met jimin’s in a serious gaze.

“don’t hurt her. ever.”

jimin's expression turned serious as she locked eyes with ningning, fully understanding the weight of her words. ningning was rarely serious like this, so she knew that sentence held an underlying threat as well.

she nodded, her voice filled with determination. "i promise you, ning, i will never intentionally hurt her," jimin vowed, her tone unwavering. "she means everything to me, and i will always strive to protect and cherish her."

ningning's gaze softened, her concern dissipating as she saw the sincerity in jimin's eyes. she reached out and placed a comforting hand on jimin's shoulder.

“good. because if not,” she paused to take a deep breath. “i don’t think i could ever forgive you. i don’t think minjeong would either.”

jimin's heart sank at the seriousness of ningning's words. she understood the depth of their friendship and the trust they placed in her. the weight of that responsibility settled upon her shoulders, and she nodded solemnly.

"i understand, ning. i would never want to jeopardize our friendship or hurt y/n in any way," jimin responded, her voice laced with sincerity and determination. "i will do everything in my power to be the person she deserves, to love and protect her with all my heart."

ningning's grip on jimin's shoulder tightened briefly before she released it, her expression softening. "i believe you, unnie. and i'm here for both of you, always."

jimin smiled gratefully, feeling the support of her roommate and friend. "thank you, ning.”

ningning knew at that moment that there was only one person on the face of this earth who could diminish your light, and she would give anything to make sure that didn’t happen.

but no one could have prepared her for the reality that was pending for your relationship with jimin.

you took my soul wiped it clean

our love was made for movie screens

“have you seen jimin?” you said in a frustrated tone, sitting down on the edge of ningning’s bed.

your roommate woke from her almost-nap and looked at you confused. “no. i thought she was with you?” she said slowly.

she watched your jaw clench before you scoffed and shook your head. “she’s been ignoring me. her and minjeong.”

ningning's eyebrows furrowed in concern as she observed your frustration. she sat up, giving you her full attention. "ignoring you? that doesn't sound like jimin. what happened?"

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "i don't know. we had plans to meet up yesterday, but she canceled at the last minute, saying something came up. and since then, she hasn't been responding to my messages or calls. even minjeong has been distant."

her expression turned serious as she listened to your words. "that's strange. i've never seen unnie act like this before. maybe something's going on with her. have you tried talking to her directly?"

you nodded, a mixture of frustration and concern evident on your face. "i've tried, but she's been avoiding me. it's like she's intentionally keeping her distance. i don't understand what could have happened."

ningning's eyes narrowed slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. "i'll talk to her. maybe she just needs some space or there's a misunderstanding. don't worry, y/n, i'll figure it out."

you looked at ningning with gratitude, appreciating her willingness to help. "thank you, ning. i don't know what i'd do without you. please let me know if you find anything."

ningning nodded, determination in her gaze. "i promise, i'll get to the bottom of this. you deserve answers."

whatever was happening with jimin and minjeong, ning knew she would uncover the truth.

the memory of the promise jimin made to her in that practice room rang in her mind. jimin would never hurt you. she swore on it.

she spent the whole day looking around for the taller girl and your other best friend, however whenever she saw a glimpse of one or the other, they seemed to immediately make a beeline for the nearest exit out of the room.

ning didn’t like this. she didn’t like how jimin was acting. minjeong never promised anything to her, but jimin did.

jimin promised that she would love you always. this definitely didn’t look like that to her.

ningning's concern for both you and jimin grew with each passing moment. she couldn't shake off the unease that settled in her chest. she knew she had to confront jimin and find out what was really going on.

after a long day of searching, she finally managed to catch jimin alone in the practice room. the moment she walked in, jimin tensed, her eyes widening in surprise.

"ningning? what are you doing here?" jimin's voice held a hint of nervousness, but she quickly tried to compose herself.

ningning crossed her arms, her gaze piercing as she looked at jimin. "we need to talk, unnie. something's not right, and i want answers."

jimin's eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact. she knew that you must have told her what was going on. "look, it's not what you think. i just need some time to sort things out."

the younger girl’s voice remained firm as she pressed on, her concern evident. "and what about y/n? she's been worried sick, wondering why you and minjeong have been avoiding her. she deserves an explanation."

jimin's shoulders slumped, and she let out a defeated sigh. "i never meant to hurt her. there’s so much going on right now, ning and i don’t even know what to do."

ningning took a step closer, her voice gentle yet firm. "but jimin, you made a promise to y/n. you promised that you would never hurt her. remember?"

tears welled up in jimin's eyes as she met ningning's gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "i remember, ning. and i meant every word. i just don’t know what to do anymore."

ningning softened her expression, “what’s going on?”

the taller girl took a deep breath before she answered. “management found out about our relationship. minjeong accidentally told them, and i thought this would blow over but they pulled me in there today and told me i had by the end of the week to decide if i want to stay in the lineup or not.”

“unnie,” ningning's eyes widened in shock as she absorbed jimin's revelation. the weight of the situation became clear to her, understanding the difficult choice jimin was facing. she reached out and gently placed a hand on jimin's arm. “does y/n not know this?”

jimin shook her head, her voice filled with regret. "i haven't been able to bring myself to tell her yet. i wanted to protect her from all of this, but it seems like i've only been hurting her more by keeping her in the dark."

the younger girl squeezed jimin's arm gently, conveying her support. "i understand that you were trying to shield y/n, but she deserves to know the truth. she's worried sick about you, about why you've been avoiding her. keeping her in the dark will only cause more pain."

jimin's gaze dropped, a mixture of guilt and sadness washing over her. "i know, ning. i need to talk to her, to explain everything. but i'm scared of what it might mean for us. i don't want to lose her."

ningning's voice softened as she spoke, her concern evident. "i can't guarantee what the future holds, unnie, but i believe that honesty and communication are key. y/n loves you, and she deserves to know what is going on."

jimin looked up at ningning, her eyes filled with gratitude and determination. she was right. the idol-to-be needed to face the music, regardless of how deafening it was.

but if you loved me

why did you leave me

ningning remembered the way you came back into the dorm silently sobbing. tears down your face and practically gasping for air.

“woah, what’s going on? what happened?” she said as she sprung to her feet, watching as you went straight into the closet and started taking clothes off of the hangers.

“it’s over, ning.”

at that moment time seemed to still, and ningning knew the worst case scenario had come true. jimin had broken her promise, to both her and you.

take my body

her heart sank as she watched you in your state of anguish. she quickly moved closer, placing a gentle hand on your arm as you continued to remove clothes from the closet.

"what happened, y/n? tell me," she urged softly, her voice filled with concern and a tinge of sadness.

you let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down your face as you spoke. "she broke up with me. she said it's because of the pressure from debut."

her grip on your arm tightened, her own eyes welling up with tears. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. those words didn’t even sound like the same jimin who talked about you like you were the sun in the sky.

she pulled you into a comforting embrace, holding you tightly. "i'm so sorry, y/n." ningning whispered, her voice filled with genuine sympathy. "you don't deserve this.”

you clung to ningning, seeking solace in her presence. the betrayal and heartbreak felt overwhelming, but having your roommate and friend by your side provided a small sense of comfort.

after a few moments, you pulled away and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. slowly, the feeling was seeping into ningning’s heart. the realization of what you were about to do was hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“y/n, what are you doing?” the chinese girl asked slowly, tears still on her waterline.

with shaking breath and a heartbroken stare, you could only muster up the smallest of voices. the sheer sound of it, and the weight of your words, made your roommate’s heart shatter.

“there’s nothing left for me here, ning.”

no. no. no. you were going to leave. after everything, you were going to just leave.

she was going to be alone again.

all i want is

all i need is

ningning's heart constricted with a mix of fear and desperation as she listened to your words. the thought of losing you, of being alone again, was unbearable. she couldn't let you go through this pain alone, couldn't bear the thought of you leaving.

"you still have me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "we'll find a way through this. i'll support you, no matter what. please, don't leave."

tears streamed down ningning's face as she desperately clung to the hope that you would reconsider. she couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

“you are all going to debut, ning. i’m not.” you answered with a sad smile. “you’ve made it, ning. go live your dream.”the chinese girl shook her head rapidly. “no. i’ll remove myself from the group then. i refuse to do this without you.”

“yizhuo.”

ningning felt this feeling before. she felt it when her father left her at the airport in harbin and told her he couldn’t leave with her. and now here she was, reliving that same sinking feeling with you.

to find somebody

i'll find somebody

tears streamed down ningning's face as she fought to keep her voice steady. "i don’t want to be an idol without you."

you looked at ningning, your heart torn between the pain of leaving and staying here. the thought of continuing without your friend felt impossible, but so did giving up on your own dreams.

"you and the others will be the best idols this generation has ever seen," you said, your voice filled with a mix of love and anguish. "you have worked so hard for this, and i can't ask you to give it up for me."

ningning shook her head, her voice filled with determination. "no." she reached out and gently held your hands, her teary eyes pleading with you to understand. "you don’t understand.”

“listen,” your voice wavered at the end as your own tears continued to fall. “i love you more than anything, and just meeting you has made all this time worth it.”

“you’re all i have left, y/n!” ningning sobbed out, hands shaking as she gripped yours. “i have no one else if you go.” she said the last part in a desperate whisper.

ooh, if you loved me

why did you leave me

as ningning's words echoed in your ears, the weight of her desperation and love sank deep into your heart. you saw the fear and vulnerability in her eyes, and how she looked like a scared child.

it broke you.

in that moment, you realized that your decision affected not only your own life but also the life of the person who had become your confidante and your best friend. the thought of leaving ningning behind, and leaving her alone again, felt unbearable.

with tears streaming down your face, you held onto ningning's hands tightly, your voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "i can't bear the thought of losing you either. but i have to do this for myself."

ningning's grip tightened on your hands, her voice choked with emotion. "promise me, y/n. promise me that you’ll call me every day, and that you won’t just disappear and turn into a stranger."

take my body

a sad and small smile appeared on your lips. “oh ning,” you reached out and gave her a tight hug. “you could never be a stranger to me. i’d recognize your laugh anywhere.” you whispered, feeling your roommate’s body racking with sobs.

ningning clung to you, her body shaking with grief. she held onto the memory of your laughter, the sound that brought her comfort and joy. it pained her to imagine a future without your presence, without your friendship.

with every fiber of your being, you wanted to stay and be there for her. but deep down, you knew that you had to follow your own path, to pursue your dreams and find your own happiness.

and even if she couldn’t admit it out loud at the time, ning knew it too.

"i promise, ning," you whispered softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "i'll call you every day. you'll always be a part of my life, no matter where i am."

ningning held onto you, tears soaking your shoulder as she sobbed. "i don't want to lose you, y/n. i don't want to be alone again."

you held her even tighter, trying to provide even an ounce of comfort that she desperately needed. "you won't be alone, ning. you have the girls, and they have you.”

“when do you leave?” she whispered, sniffling against your shoulder. you felt your heart squeeze before you answered her.

“in the morning.”

all i want is

all i need is

her grip tightened, as if she could physically hold onto the remaining moments you had together. she buried her face in your shoulder, her voice muffled by the fabric of your clothes. "i don't want you to go. it's too soon."

you closed your eyes, your own heart heavy with the weight of impending separation. every fiber of your being wanted to stay, to comfort ningning and find a way to make everything okay. but deep down, you knew that you had to follow the path laid out before you.

“you're not losing me. we're just taking different paths for now."

ningning pulled away slightly, her teary eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. she wanted you to change your mind, to stay by her side, but she knew it was futile.

"i'll miss you," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing.

the ache in your chest intensified, the pain of leaving ningning behind becoming almost unbearable. "i'll miss you too."

when the morning came, the moment of departure arrived. the weight of your luggage felt heavier as you stood at the doorway, ready to step into a new chapter of your life.

ningning stood by your side, her face a mosaic of emotions. she reached out and took your hand, her grip strong and reassuring. "remember, no matter where you go or what you do, you'll always have a home here."

a bittersweet smile graced your lips as tears welled up in your eyes. "thank you for being my home, ning."

to find somebody

i'll find somebody

as the car moved through the quiet night, ningning's mind drifted back to memories of you. she closed her eyes and let herself be transported to the moments you had shared, the laughter, the tears, and the deep conversations that had woven your lives together.

she remembered the late-night talks when you would both pour out your hopes and dreams, supporting each other through every twist and turn. she recalled the times you would stay up all night practicing dance routines, pushing each other to be the best versions of yourselves.

the memories flooded her mind like a montage of cherished moments. your smile, your laughter, and the unspoken understanding between you brought a mixture of warmth and sorrow to her heart.

she could still hear the sound of your voice, the way you would whisper secrets and share your deepest fears. you were the person she could turn to for comfort and the one who could make her laugh until her stomach hurt.

ningning's fingers traced the outline of the necklace you had given her for her birthday before you left.

the pendant, a delicate symbol of a butterfly, now rested against her chest, a constant reminder of you.

a single tear escaped ningning's eye, sliding down her cheek. it held the weight of both joy and sadness, the joy of having experienced such a profound friendship and the sadness of the physical distance that now separated you.

but despite the ache in her heart, ningning knew that you were happier now.

with a deep breath, ningning wiped away the tears as the car stopped at a red light. looking over, she almost started sobbing when she saw you and your new group members on a banner.

she remembered how excited you were when you got the call from hybe, and ning couldn't have been happier for you. but she missed you so dearly.

she wished it was sm who had called you instead, and offered to take you back into the group. but she knew that would never happen.

the rain continued to fall, gently tapping against the windows as the light turned green. in the quiet moments of the car ride, she found herself pulling her phone out and finding your contact.

to: y/n/n

congrats on your debut :)

after she pressed sent, she found herself wiping more tears from her eyes, and cleaning off the few that had fallen onto her phone screen during the process.

and as she looked out into the dark, rain-soaked night, a glimmer of hope sparked within ningning. perhaps, someday, your paths would physically cross again, and you would once again be able to share the laughter, the tears, and the unbreakable bond that had defined your friendship.

it was all she wanted then, and it was all she wanted now.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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romantichomicide95 · 7 months

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pairing: levi x fem!reader (could be gn! but it does say girlfriend once)

summary: day off with levi, enjoying the weather by the river.

warnings: none. slightly suggestive banter at the end.

tag: @postwarlevi harvest moon event

You wake up to the crisp autumn air lightly blowing against your face through the open window to your room. The distinct aroma of fallen leaves and damp earthy soil scent fills your nostrils as you get up to get ready for the day.

Excitement begins to fill you and you quickly dress in warm layers before making your way to Levi's quarters. You find him already dressed, sipping on his black tea with a scowl on his face.

"Levi!” Your voice is filled with excitement as you greet him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “I can’t wait for our day off." You rest your head on his shoulder, your lips meeting his cheek for a soft peck.

He rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath. "If I had a choice, we wouldn't be going anywhere." He sets his tea down and stands up to face you.

"C'mon, Levi. It’s beautiful out, don’t you think it’d be nice to have just a day of me and you?” you say wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him your best pout, the one that he gets oh so annoyed with but also couldn’t possibly say no to.

He sighs dramatically in response, letting you hang off his body. "Yeah, I guess. Where are we going?"

"To the river!” You grab his hand, leading him out of the barracks and into the fresh fall air. As you walk, the vibrant colors of the autumn leaves surround you, painting a perfect scene. You loved fall, it was your favorite season. So beautiful with its hues of red, yellow, and orange and the crisp air surrounding you. Walking through town and into the forest you’re amazed at the magical wonderland and cozy ambiance that surrounds you.

“Isn’t it pretty Levi?” you ask excitedly gesturing to the view surrounding you as you walk through the forest.

He glances around begrudgingly. "I suppose. It's not the worst thing I've seen." He mumbles, still maintaining his signature expression. He seems to be taking in the scenery around him and a subtle softening of his features hints that perhaps he too appreciates the beauty and solitude.

As you arrive at the river, you find a comfortable spot near the water's edge and sit down together. The sound of water gently flowing and the rustle of leaves underfoot creates a soothing backdrop.

Levi puts an arm around you and pulls you close and you rest your head on his shoulder. It was a silent gesture to show you how much he enjoyed your presence, even if it was hard for him to say.

“See, Levi? It's not so bad, is it?" you ask after you’ve taken in the scene before you, nudging him playfully.

He huffs, "I suppose it's tolerable... with you." He admits as he tightens his grip around you. He looks out towards the river, but than his gaze falls to you. He takes in your appearance for a moment… the sunlight glimmering off your eyes, to the way your hair catches wind and flutters about in the breeze. A slight smile plays on his lips for a fraction of a second as he takes in your beauty, but he’d never say it out loud so he just looks ahead. He watches the river flow calmly, taking in the gentle rhythm of the water as it flows past. The gentle ripples dance across the surface, reflecting the soft rays of the sun.

“I’m glad we came here,” you whisper after a long silence, snapping him out of his thoughts, “thanks for humoring me today.”

He nods, his stone eyes meeting yours as he gives a slight squeeze to your waist. "Tch, it’s not the worst way to spend my time ," he grumbles, “but don’t get used to it.”

“I’d never dream of it Captain.” you tease playfully and you see him roll his eyes, though you think you catch the tiniest of smirks on his lips.

You fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company, and the solitude the forest brings. The autumn sun casts a golden glow and you admire the beauty that is Levi Ackerman.

“You’re staring brat.” he says, breaking the comfortable silence as he turns his eyes on you, catching you in the act.

"Am not." You deny, but your tone of voice tells him you know exactly what you were doing. You really couldn’t help it, and it wasn’t the first time he’d caught you.

He grunts at your response and just as quickly returns his gaze back to the flowing river. "Don't lie. It’s not a good look on you."

You giggle at his sarcastic comment. “Sorry,” you poke his cheek. “You’re just so nice to look at. As your girlfriend it’s my job to admire you.”

A sigh escapes his lips and he shakes his head. "You're a handful, you know that?" he says, challenging you.

You chuckle and continue to tease him, "And yet, here you are, with me, in the middle of nowhere. It’s kinda romantic, don't you think Captain?”

That causes him to roll his eyes once more. "Just focus on the stupid view and spare me your romantic nonsense."

"Hmm, I think I can do both, Levi. I'm that talented," you reply with a playful nudge.

He rolls his eyes yet again and nudges you back but as you look up at him you can see a tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth. "You're really full of yourself." He says, but you think his tone is almost playful…almost.

"Nope, just confident in my capabilities Captain.” you tease.

Levi heaves out a sigh, "That might just be your downfall." he says, that almost playful tone still evident. He nudges you again, “and stop calling me Captain.”

"Damn, here I thought you were starting to enjoy yourself. Silly me." You feign disappointment, though your smile doesn't fade.

He groans, though you can tell he doesn’t mean it. "Don't put words in my mouth, brat." He says, squeezing your waist.

You wriggle from his grasp to face him and let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t do such a thing.”….“Oh and by the way,” you say, your tone even more playful than before, “you don’t complain when I call you Captain when you’ve got me underneath you.”

He scoffs, “Oh shut up. You think you’re real clever don’t you?”

"Only as clever as you've trained me to be, Captain Ackerman," you respond. There's a brief pause between you, only the rustling of the leaves and the faint sound of water flowing disrupting the silence.

He stares at you for a moment before replying, his voice low but clear, "Such a smart mouth you have." Despite the biting words, there's no malice in his tone of voice, just that almost playful tone gripping his words.

You laugh again, "Well, you seem to enjoy it. At least, you haven't tried to gag me...yet."

A sigh escapes him. "I've considered it many times.” he says sarcastically, “though, you’d probably like it too much.”

You lean in close, your lips brushing against his. “Hmm maybe I would.” You say smiling against his lips.

He grabs you by the waist again, this time pulling you into him and flipping you over onto your back. Both hands are at your sides, caging you in like prey. He leans down to kiss you before, “Hmmm. Maybe we’ll have to try that sometime then.”

“Yeah maybe we will.” you say capturing his lips in another kiss…”Captain.”

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malarign · 1 year

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midnight kiss

(celebrating new year’s eve together)

contains: bf!Sunghoon x fem!reader | genre: fluff |tw! party, alcohol consumption, making out, slightly suggestive if you squint, sunghoon is getting bold! | wc: 1,2k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: the corniest and cliche trope ✌️ also, i know new year’s eve was almost like 3 months but i don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️

Arriving at one of your friend’s place you couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend. This was going to be the first time he’ll meet your friends from high school, and knowing how shy and introverted he was, especially around freshly met people you were wondering if staying at home with him wouldn’t have been a better idea. But to your surprise, he agreed on going to your friend’s almost in a heartbeat. You were glad he wanted to meet your close ones, but still, all that sudden wave of confidence somehow worried you.

You brushed off your thoughts when the front door opened widely showing your best friend and a host of today, New Year’s Eve party, Sumi.

“Y/nie! How I missed you!” she squealed pulling you into her overwhelming hug. Not letting you get a word in edgewise, she extended her hand in Sunghoon’s direction. “You must be Sunghoon, right?” she asked.

“That’s right.” He smiled and shook her hand, his usual shyness not visible, maybe not even present.

Now you only hoped the number of people in her house wouldn’t overwhelm Sunghoon. But it seemed like he will never fail to surprise you. Not even a glimpse of anxiousness or nervousness was contained in his eyes, just like they used to in previous events like that party.

After greeting everybody you knew and a few people you didn’t alongside introducing Sunghoon to your friends, both of you sat on a sofa, drinks in your hands.

“Park Sunghoon, I’m stunned,” you spoke as you looked up at him, his arm draping over yours.

“And why is that?” he asked raising his eyebrow cockily to which you faked a shocked gasp.

“Who are you and what have you done to my cute and timid boyfriend?” You couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t lie but you liked this side of Sunghoon, but not more than his usual self.

He laughed heartily at your dramatic reaction. “He’s long gone. You’re mine now,” he announced after putting his drink on a trolley, reaching to your sides to tickle you mercilessly.

You laughed and contorted your body managing to gasp out: “Hoonie, stop, I’m gonna spill my drink!” Thankfully he stopped, thinking only about starting the war again after you finish your beverage.

Soon all the young people present at the party felt the urge to dance. Music started to get more lively and multiple loud voices started singing along to the lyrics. That’s when one of your friends pulled you off the couch to the middle of the dance floor. You quickly glanced at your boyfriend and saw him mouth simple: “Go” with a gentle smile decorating his face. You smiled at this view and went along your friend to dance.

After what seemed like hours in the crowd formed in the middle of the living room you left your friend to drink some water after knackering dancing. The view you found in the kitchen somehow warmed your heart even though the action itself was far from being endearing. What you saw was your lovely boyfriend with pretty low alcohol tolerance gulping a shot of high percentage tipple, all while locking arms with one of your male friends. He made a wry face at a taste of a drink eyes widening at another round of shots prepared by another guy. You couldn’t help but laugh. You took the small glass out of his hand before he could proceed your presence. He didn’t protest against your action so you just poured its content to bigger glass in order to make yourself another drink. He made his way to your side to wrap his hand around your waist.

“I see you’re having fun,” you said leading out of the kitchen into the almost empty hallway.

“Sorry, do you think I should stop drinking for now?” he asked worried.

“Hoonie, as long as you’re not crossing your limits, do what you want,” you said cupping his cheeks leaning to give him a kiss. It was slow, yet somehow rough, taste of your drink and vodka he just had drunk mixing on your lips. His hands steadily gripped your waist bringing you closer and closer to him. Maybe a little bit to close.

“Sunghoon,” you warned him before your actions led to something what would be hard to get out of.

“Sorry, got a little bit carried away.” He smiled sheepishly.

You lighlty smacked his arm at his words and grabbed his hands. You walked to the sofa you had sat on before drinking the last sips of soda mixed with alcohol. You pulled his left hand and looked at his wrist watch. 11:40. You could swear it felt like you greeted Sumi justa while ago, not 3 hours. But that’s not what you cared about at that moment. All you thought about was a midnight kiss with Sunghoon. In a little over a month you’ll celebrate one year anniversary, meaning you didn’t have the oppourtunity to share this specific moment with him. And even though you never were into that cheesy stuff, midnight kiss was something you wanted to do with Sunghoon.

“What are you thinking about, dear?” Sunghoon asked seeing how lost in thoughts you were.

“About a midnight kiss,” you blurted out before filtering what you wanted to say.

“What about it?” He raised his eyebrow nonchalanty, making you smile at his unaware cuteness.

“I just want it to be special,” you expressed somewhat shyly.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure it’ll be special,” he assured you, bringing you closer by your chin and smashing his lips on your. Moving ever so gently only to bite your upper lip. You felt drunk just by this short kiss, wanting more. “For the foretaste,” he said while pulling out.

“Oh, Hoonie, I’m pretty sure you can do better than that,” you teased.

He smiled, his dimple on a display. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait, princess.”

After sweet bants you decided to participate in last rounds of games your friends played teaming against your boyfriend, who showcased his elevated competetiveness. Just before the end of a game some girl screamed: “5 minutes!”. You looked at Sunghoon, and showed him your pointer finger telling him to wait. You quickly went to the toilet. That’s how determined you were. Nothing is going to ruin that kiss, especially not your peanut sized bladder.

You joined Sunghoon outside just 2 minutes before midnight. The night wasn’t as cold as you expected from the beginning of the winter. Yet you were met with your boyfriends scolding tone: “Are you crazy? Where is your jacket?” he said while pulling his blazer over your shoulders.

You didn’t answear his question, instead you looked into his deep brown eyes, which softened when he noticed how full of love and admiration your stare was. Some people aroun you started counting, midnight was closer and closer, just like Sunghoon’s face was getting closer and closer. Just when all people shouted “One!” your lips met in a intimate kiss. You tangled your fingers into his soft locks as his held you against his body. His gentle and delicate lips surrounded your upper lip, as you focused on his lower. Alcohol intoxication long gone, now only dazed with each other presence and delightful kiss. Both of you pulled away, breathless, foreheads touching.

“I wish to start every year like this.”

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alatushours · 16 days

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☆ CRYSTALFLIES, feat. xiao — he didn’t ask for much, just to spend precious time with you.

contents. gender neutral reader, fluff, rewritten + reposted from wp. inspired by xiao’s 2021 birthday letter. ♡ word count. 648

notes. welcome to the day 2 of the loving xiao hours event! or if you stumbled upon this on accident, welcome too <3 this is a rewrite of the xiao oneshot i wrote + posted on my wattpad (link in about on pinned) back in 2021! omg the old version was so cringey and xiao was super ooc so i hope this is better, i hope you enjoy <3

spring had sprung in liyue, and you were enjoying the lovely weather. golden leaves fluttered along a gust of wind as you sat next to the statue of the seven at qingyun peak, looking down at the natural scenery below.

swinging your legs over the edge of the floating platform, you gazed towards the mountains beyond, lost in your own thoughts.

it had been a few days since you had seen the guardian yaksha, and somehow you found yourself missing him. you were pretty sure he only tolerated your presence whenever you were around him, but over the past few months you had found yourself taking a liking to him. he was aloof but silently caring, protective, and certainly quite handsome too.

his voice echoed in your head, the way he always said he didn't care a bit for mortals, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed your company.

as you whispered to yourself, a sudden gust of wind blew past, and xiao appeared before you. his arms were crossed, a look of slight concern in your eyes. "you called my name?"

"oh!" you hadn't realized that you had said his name in your ramblings. "sorry, i was just thinking out loud about some things and i suppose i must have said your name on accident… sorry for disturbing you, i know you're busy."

embarrassed, you started to pick up your things, getting ready to head back to liyue harbor. "i was just about to leave anyway, haha…"

"wait, y/n," xiao called after you. "don't leave, you didn't bother me at all. in fact…" you turned back around, curious, and found the adeptus standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. a small velvet pouch lay open in his palm, full of beautiful sparkling crystalflies.

"i, uh, had nothing to do today," he started quietly as you stared at the crystals in wonder. "so, i decided to find a crystalfly for you… to put in your hair. i thought that… it would look nice."

you smiled, taking the pouch from his hands as he continued. "before long i had caught more than i expected… i hope you do not mind." he turned away, about to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

"xiao, these are beautiful. thank you so much!" your smile was like the sun, and he looked away, blushing.

"there's no need to thank me, i was just repaying your kindness." his voice wavered, but he continued, "i do not care much for birthdays or other mortal celebrations, and i do not wish to be around large crowds of people. just spending time with you is enough."

your mind wrapped around on particular word in his sentence. "wait, birthday? don't tell me… is it your birthday today, xiao?"

the yaksha coughed into his fist and turned away, face flushed, before nodding.

you squealed. "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"i suppose there was never really a reason too…"

you took his hands, feeling even more excited than you were before. "well, you should have! i'm really glad you came to me today, xiao. i know you probably find me tiresome, but i really enjoy your company. i want to help you with whatever you might struggle with. so don't be afraid to come to me if you need anything, 'kay?"

xiao sighed, but it wasn't one of exasperation. "i don't require your assistance, but i appreciate your concern. however… if you want to visit the inn more often, i wouldn't be against it."

you laugh, "i guess i'll hold you to that offer then!"

as the sun began to dip into the horizon, you invited xiao to sit with you, asking him to weave the crystalflies into your hair. "i don't really need to go to the harbor until tomorrow morning," you tell him, "so why don't we just spend some time together?"

end notes. i hope you can tell the improvement LMAO but anyways xiao was the first character that i received a birthday letter from (i started on april 9 2021) so he has always held a special place in my heart, if you can’t already tell <3 please look forward to april 13th, when i’ll be posting the next one!

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mountymase · 1 year

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invisible string - part six (one)

it could change but this feels like, like the calm before the storm

pairing: reader x mason mount summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad. warnings: fluff, angst, a bit of swearing author: split into two parts so i wouldn't keep y'all waiting for two more weeks. hope you enjoy this! word count: +5.600k

Feeling anxiety starting to creep in, you tossed the heavy white duvet to the side and quietly made your way out of your bedroom, baby monitor on one hand, careful not to wake up neither Lily nor Mason. The low light coming from the street guided your lazy steps all the way to the sofa, where you threw yourself and closed your eyes, trying to push away all the thoughts that were keeping you awake.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Fuck-” You gasped, your right hand placed on your chest, feeling your heart pound against your chest when Mason’s voice woke you up, almost making you wet your pants. And not in the way you knew he was good at. “Are you trying to kill me or what?”

“Sorry,” He grinned. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Right.” You frowned. “But uh- no, I can’t sleep.”

“She can, apparently.” He gave you a funny face and a wide smile, pointing at the baby monitor on your hand, Lily’s snores coming from it. “Very loud for a little girl.”

You nodded, smiling back, a soft giggle parting your lips. “It gets louder when it’s football day at school and there’s ballet after.”

“You think it’s okay if I go see her dance, someday? After we tell everyone she’s mine.” You noticed how careful Mason was when deciding what to say; though there was no reason for that, you appreciated how thoughtful he was.

“Whenever you want, Mason. Anything related to her, just let me know beforehand so I can plan myself too and I can take her to you, or you can come and pick her up-”

“Or maybe drop her off at Jaz’s?” He interrupted you.

“I wouldn’t want to bother her, with the new baby coming…” You shrugged, and Mason nodded, agreeing that perhaps it wouldn’t be the best idea but he knew you two would manage this co-parenting thing. “It’ll be challenging, but everything will be fine.”

Giving you a wink, Mason nodded again, going back to rest his body on the sofa. You mimicked him, feeling how heavy your body felt, begging for sleep. “Nice place you got here.”

“We moved in recently, I wanted a bigger space in case my dad decided to surprise Lily with a puppy for Christmas.”

“The gunner dad. Can’t wait to meet him.” Mason groaned, hands brushing his face as his lips parted in a long yawn that made you yawn too, making you share a laugh.

“You shouldn’t worry about that, he’s still under your World Cup effect.”

“Does he…?”

You shook your head. “I never told anyone besides Willow.”

“So your family doesn’t know I’m her dad?”

“No, they don’t.” You shrugged. “That’s private and they’ve always respected my choices, and it’s not like they hate you either. They hate the fact you weren’t around for her but also understand that’s on me.”

“Well, that’s fair enough.” Mason had his legs up, placing them onto yours as if it was the most natural thing for him. You frowned, a smile playing on your lips. “What?”

Pushing his legs from yours, you mimicked him and made him snort when you threw your legs onto his. He rested both hands on your thighs, making your body instantly warm with the contact and you were glad your skin was fully covered, or he’d see how hard you shivered. Still, you moved on the sofa, a bit uncomfortable and also quite satisfied - noticing how it affected you, Mason softly squeezed your thigh, apparently amused by the fact he made you feel something.

The silence that fell between you didn’t bother you and it didn’t seem to bother him either, you were both very relaxed around each other as if you’d been in each other’s lives for years. Somehow you were, and Lily was responsible for that. It felt natural, being around him. So natural you allowed your eyes to close when you noticed Mason closed his.

You blinked a few times when tiny fingers poked your face, finding Lily with the cheekiest grin on her face, her favourite teddy bear upside down on her other hand. Smiling at her, you pouted, waiting for a morning kiss - which she was more than glad to give you. A loud, long snore coming from Mason made her brown eyes wide; Lily covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back a giggle. She really got all that snoring from him.

“Why don’t you wake him up with a cuddle and some kisses, peanut? I’m sure he’ll love it.” You encouraged her before any hint of doubt could be seen in her eyes.

Holding her hand, you helped her climb you so she could get to Mason, who was peacefully sleeping right next to you. She carefully laid down on him and watching Mason automatically wrap his arms around her small frame made you instantly smile; then, she moved up a little, cupping his face with her tiny chubby hands and spreading soft kisses across his face. When she kissed each of his eyelids, your smile grew wider - that was Lily’s love language, the morning eyelid kisses.

“What a wonderful way to wake up.” He poked her ribs, making her giggle, and nestled her in his arms.

“Morning, Masey!” Lily kissed his cheek again, finally resting her head on his chest as Mason played with her hair.

For a moment, Lily allowed herself to close her eyes and breathe in her daddy’s scent. It made her feel complete, she wanted to scream all the happiness out. When she opened her eyes earlier, it felt like it was just a dream, but seeing him still there calmed her heart; he kept his promise and that meant the world.

As promised, you made pancakes for breakfast, with the help of your little chef. The way Mason closed his eyes when he had his first bite made you feel oddly proud of your cooking skills, which had always been great and you only mastered it after you became a mum, always looking for healthy meal options for Lily - the little one also had pride spread across her face as she watched her daddy eating her mum’s pancakes. When she finished eating, Lily went to feed Moana, the fish, and made sure Mason would say ‘hi’ to her pet. Which he gladly did, and was proud seeing how responsible she was. Maybe she deserved a puppy for Christmas, afterall.

Mason watched his daughter walk back to the kitchen with a soft smile on his lips; suddenly, the events from the past 24 hours blurred his vision and got his head spinning. He was a dad now. He didn’t have any time to prepare for it like other dads, the typical 9 months before he could meet his daughter. Mason was a fantastic uncle, but being a dad was immensely different, it came with way more responsibilities and he’d have to also be part of that little girl’s education - he’d help shape her for the future and whoever she becomes, would be 50% on him. He could allow him to slightly panic, but emotional control was something he was getting good at, and panicking would be useless; especially because he knew you, so far, was doing a fantastic job because that little girl was precious - kind, thoughtful, loving, funny… Lilian Maisie was everything he dreamed about when he caught himself thinking how much he wanted kids. He had a perfect daughter now and he couldn’t wait to tell his family and closest friends.

“Mason?” Your voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Mason shook his head, let out a long sigh, finally paying attention to you. Lily watched him curiously, holding your hand as she waited. “Bubble bath time for Lils. Do you have to leave or could you wait and take me to Jaz’s? I left my car there yesterday.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” His gaze moved to a pouty Lily. Mason knew this would be the hard part of co-parenting, not being able to be with her all the time. A sigh parted his lips again, but he focused all his attention on his daughter, kneeling down and softly squeezing the tip of her nose.

“Told you I’m never leaving again, I’ll be around as much as I can but daddy-” It overwhelmed him when he said it, calling himself a dad. Your reaction was pretty much the same, you held your breath and you could swear your heart was about to explode with so much love because you never thought you’d see this happening. “-I’m a bit stinky, eh? Don’t you agree?” Lily giggled when Mason tickled her ribs. “I’ll shower, change and come back to pick you and mummy and take you to see Summer.”

Saying her bestie’s name was enough to cheer the little one up, but it wasn’t just her bestie anymore. Lily let go of your hand and jumped on Mason, tiny arms tightly wrapped around his neck as she kissed his cheek repeatedly.

“My cousin Summer!” She let out a soft scream, making both you and Mason share a laugh at your daughter’s excitement.

Mason nodded at her. “Your cousin Summer. We’ll tell her together, okay?”

“Yes, Masey!”

Mason kissed her forehead before leaving, and gave you the most awkward hug, but you couldn’t stop the warmth that ran through your body when his cologne hit you like a heavenly punch. You held your breath for a few seconds, trying to keep his scent on your mind for as long as you could - until Lily impatiently pulled you towards the bathroom and you undressed her and yourself once the bubbles were the way she liked.

You mostly nodded and hummed to her endless chattering, your mind elsewhere, thinking how your parents would react when you shared that Lily’s dad was now part of hers and your life too and that he was none other than Mason Mount. You also thought how happy Willow would be, considering she had been the only consistent friend after you became a mum and always encouraged you to go after him. And last but not least, you wondered how you’d keep yourself - and, most importantly, Lily - out of the spotlight considering Mason’s high profile status - losing any sense of normality in your life made you slightly panic; you had a job you loved, your privacy, and although it was barely existent at the moment after ending a two years relationship, you had a love life too.

When the doorbell rang again, you still had the white fluffy towel wrapped around your body and head too. Though she was quite independent for her age, since Mason left almost two hours ago, Lily was unusually clingy, demanding for full attention while getting dressed and while you were blow drying her hair, making you stop for ‘mumma smooches’ as she said. But knowing it was him on the other side of the door, Lily was fast enough to rush and pick it up, leaving you blushing hard as you stood on the hallway and Mason had the cheekiest grin curling his lips.

Was he going to make a big deal about it or had he forgotten that you were only back to each other’s lives because he put a baby in you?

You rolled your eyes and locked yourself in your bedroom, knowing Lily would entertain him while you got dressed and blow dried your hair. Not even two minutes later, your phone buzzed with a notification. Mason.

Ripping off the towel that wrapped your body, you used it to muffle an odd mix of a muffle and a scream, and then your phone buzzed again. Jasmine.

“Hurry up, mummy!” Soft knocks on your door made you sigh in frustration. You loved that kid but, sometimes, you just needed time to freak out over the things a 25 year old would.

Your only reply was the noise from the blow dryer; though you knew you needed to rush, you didn’t because you needed time to think about what would come next. Telling Summer would be the easiest thing, but facing Mason’s parents before your own was terrifying - Debbie was a sweetheart, but you had no idea what Mason’s dad was like even if Lily told you he was the funniest. But who wouldn’t, when a kid was involved? And you were no kid.

It didn’t take you more than 40 minutes to get ready; you wanted to cause a good impression on Mason’s dad even if you weren’t Mason’s significant other, because you were still the mother of their granddaughter. The outfit approval came from your daughter first, when she clapped her hands together and let out the softest scream, telling you looked beautiful - then, Mason took his time to capture every little detail of you and how fantastic you looked, making you blush just as hard as he did earlier.

Mason was glad he had a child car seat always ready for Summer in his car; once Lily was safely tightened to it, they made their short way to Jaz’s place under the little girl’s usual chattering with her daddy giving her all the attention she deserved, answering her questions and asking her about everything he felt he needed to know about her - favourite food, colour, friends from school and whatever popped his mind. You liked that, it helped ease the anxiety of meeting his parents today as the mother of their grandchild. Even if their connection was clearly already strong, Mason was making sure it’d only grow stronger.

As anxious as ever, Jasmine didn’t mind how cold it was outside as she waited for Mason to park the car - the woman had both arms resting on her immense bump, a wide smile on her face and Summer on her side with her arms wrapped around her mummy’s leg. Sam was watching it from inside, face almost glued to the window, and you knew how happy they were seeing the three of you arriving - finally - as a family or, at least, with the expectation of the cute family you were going to be while co-parenting Lily. She secretly hoped you and Mason would get along well enough so you’d end up together, because she liked you and would love to have you as her in law.

Once you were all out of the car, Lily wasted no time letting go of yours and Mason’s hand and rushed to hug her bestie, and this time was the longest and tightest hug because even if Summer had no idea yet, it was a cousin hug from Lily. Holding each other’s hands, they walked inside the house once Sam opened the door and you could notice that Mason’s mum was there waiting for them with her arms wide open, ready for a double hug. Debbie clearly liked your daughter, but how would she react when she found out that Lily was her granddaughter? Jaz seemed to notice how tense you were and wrapped an arm around you, walking inside the house with you on her side in a subtle gesture of welcoming you to the family because that’s what you were now.

“Oh, hi Y/n! It’s so lovely to see you again.” Debbie welcomed you with two kisses and a smile stamped on her face, you mentally asked yourself how they were always smiling. “Hope you’re feeling better from that heartbreak.” She winked at you and although it was discreet, you noticed Mason’s grin when he walked by after kissing his mum’s forehead. You blushed.

“Quite well, Debbie. He’s not that important.” You groaned, making the woman giggle. He was important, he was the goddamn father of your child.

“Good, good. I didn’t know you and Mason knew each other, I’ve seen you two arrived together.”

Trying not to panic again, your eyes searched for Mason, who quickly showed up again and stood next to his mum, not really knowing what to say.

“We met a few years ago, I didn’t know he was Jaz’s brother.”

“Mum, I-” He cleared his throat. “There’s something I need to discuss with you and dad.”

“Oh, Mason…”

Debbie frowned when, walking into Jaz’s reading room, Mason reached for your hand and held your pinky with his - you walked in together, sitting on the sofa right next to each other, and you allowed yourself to hold his hand instead so you’d stop shaking. His hand was sweating, so was yours, and this whole situation felt like when you were about to tell your parents that you were pregnant. Debbie and Tony, who you just met, curiously watched you two.

“All this to tell us you two are together?” Tony raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Mason swallowed hard. Judging by how hard he squeezed your hand, you knew he’d do it like ripping off the band-aid of a very bad scratch.

“Lily is my daughter.”

You watched Debbie’s jaw drop as she blinked multiple times, trying to assimilate Mason’s words; and Tony’s face go pale, his arms dropping to the sides of his body - they were both speechless, and you could see confusion sparkling in their eyes, but before they could assemble the right words to say, Mason told them the whole story. Your eyes teared when he, not once, blamed you for him not being in Lily’s life from the beginning and you felt Debbie’s most understanding and loving gaze landing on you - she’d understand because she was a mother too.

“Why now?” Again, Tony raised an eyebrow, but at you.

“I’m not one to punish my daughter for my own mistakes, sir. She loves Summer, you know how close they are and how much those little ones love each other because you’ve seen it yourself.” He nodded at you, sighing. “And I wasn’t planning on hiding forever, so I guess it was a timing thing.”

“I’m guessing you’ll want to register her?” He turned to face Mason, who quickly nodded, and Tony rubbed his face with his hands. A groan escaped the man’s body, so full of frustration and worries that you were starting to panic. “This is going to be a shit show.”

“Tony, dear-” Debbie tried to start, but stopped once her husband furiously shook his head.

“It will. The media will feed from this for the longest time, they’ll make sure to hunt every tiny detail about Lily and-” Turning to face you, much to your surprise, Tony’s eyes were full of compassion. “About you too, and your family.”

“Dad, we don’t have to tell anyone now.”

“It’ll be worse if we don’t, but we should focus on taking baby steps now.”

Baby steps were good, considering how hard anxiety was creeping in at the moment judging by how tight you were squeezing Mason’s hand without noticing; only when he moved a bit uncomfortable next to you, his eyes falling to your hands together, you realised it. Giving him an apologetic look, you let his hand go only for him to hold your pink with his, again.

“I’m assuming Jaz already knows about it?” Debbie questioned, the softness in her voice calms your nerves a bit because it reminded you of your mum. You nodded, calmly, getting a smile from her.

“She was the first to know,” you said. “Then Sam because I didn’t want her to carry this on her own until I could tell Mason, and everyone else.”

“She told me yesterday, by the way.” Mason added.

You all agreed that Lily’s safety and well being came first, making her feel comfortable in this new environment with so many new people - even though she was much of an extrovert - could be a little overwhelming, although she seemed extremely excited to meet the new additions to her already big family. You had no siblings, but your parents did so there were plenty of cousins for her from your side of the family.

When she walked in the room, alone, her big brown eyes instantly searched for you and her dad. Lily relaxed as she took short steps towards you, seeking comfort in your arms with her gaze never leaving her daddy’s, who softly smiled at her. Surprisingly, she was shy this time, perhaps because she felt a bit insecure whether her grandparents would like her now that they knew who she was.

But they already loved her.

The most special moment was Summer’s reaction when her uncle shared the news; you could see her trying to put together all the information that was given her, her mouth opened a few times as she tried to form a sentence while her gaze moved from you, to Mason and then Lily. After a few minutes, it stopped on Lily and Summer just opened the biggest and brightest smile, throwing her small arms around Lily’s neck as the latter tried to balance herself, but failing - they both went to the floor, not caring if it’d hurt them, and you all shared a laugh. Summer gave Lily a long kiss on her cheek, and though it was just whispers, they were loud enough so you could hear Summer repeating ‘cousin, cousin, cousin’.

“What is happening here?” Lewis’ cheerful voice filled the room, he curiously watched the two girls on the floor, hugging each other. Debbie and Tony in a corner, both trying not to cry; Jaz and Sam in each other's arms, sitting on the sofa and you and Mason standing, holding each other’s pinky. Jaz was quick to give him an answer.

“Mase is a dad.”

***

Telling your parents wasn’t the easiest task, but it was definitely not as hard as telling Mason’s. Still, as intimidating as ever, even being the biggest softie, your dad’s mouth dropped open when you told them who exactly Lily’s dad was. Staring at you with eyes wide open too, he didn’t know what to say when you showed him a picture of Lily and Mason the night before when you three were having pizza for dinner, in a way to provide him proof that you weren’t lying even if he’d never doubt you.

Your mum was the most calm and peaceful person in your life and you couldn’t be more thankful for it, her eyes sparkled with tears he was forcing herself to hold back as her face slowly flushed pink - she knew how hard it was for you not having Lily’s dad around and how much Lily wanted to meet him. When she finally wrapped her arms around you in the most comforting embrace, and you felt safe. While in her arms, you knew things would eventually work out, even if at first it’d be hard.

“I hope you don’t expect me to support Chelsea.” Your dad said, clearing his throat while trying to mask a sniff. Seeing your dad crying was rare, but anything related to Lily made him feel extra emotional.

“Not even for the sake of your granddaughter?” Raising an eyebrow, you teased him.

“You’ve got some nerves.” He scoffed, making you and your mum chuckle. “I’d like to meet him, and his family. Make sure you and Lily are protected when you both decide to make it public.”

That was half your dad, half one of the best lawyers in England now. You knew he’d want to get involved as much as he could. He even had a different posture, hands rubbing together and pushing his chest out with such confidence you just wish you had more of him, maybe you’d be able to make more logic and less emotional decisions.

You nodded at him. “I’m sure they’d appreciate that. And Mason wants to register Lily before making it public, maybe you could help us out with that?”

“Absolutely, love.” Your dad approached, wrapping his arms around you and your mum in a protective way. “Anything you need, always.” He kissed your forehead, then your mum’s. “Except supporting Chelsea.” You rolled your eyes.

“Is Lily with him now?”

“She’s at his sister’s, with Summer, but he’s there too. His whole family is there and I think he’ll start telling his closest friends this week… But I wanted to give them some time together, and Lily feels so comfortable and happy around them. That’s why I didn’t bring her with me.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart.” Your mum said, rubbing your back with her warm and soft palm. “It was a good decision, she needs to get used to being with them without you around.”

You gulped, realising that your time with your own daughter would shorten a bit. Not wanting to feel anything bad related to the situation, you shook the bad thoughts away and let out a sigh. This wouldn’t be easy, at all, but Lily’s happiness was your priority.

*****

Knowing your daughter all too well, you saw it coming when the biggest pout formed on her lips when you were back at Jaz’s late afternoon. You pouted back, and though reluctant to let her daddy go at first, Lily ran to you with arms open ready to be nestled by you.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me, baby.” You cooed, rubbing your nose against her soft chubby cheek.

“I am, mummy.” Her tiny hands cupped your face, and Lily mimicked your gesture, making your heart almost burst with all the love. “But I don’t want to leave. Can’t Masey come with us?”

You gulped, side eyeing Mason who had his lips pressed together forming a thin line - he lowered his gaze, his Nikes seeming a lot more interesting now. Being a parent involved saying lots of ‘nos’ and you knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it for a long time, considering Lily could be extremely convincing with her pouting and those big puppy eyes. But you also didn’t want to be the bad one in this story.

“Why don’t we let him go home and rest a bit, sweetheart? You can invite him to ballet tomorrow and we’ll take him to drink that coco you love.”

“Can he have cake too?”

Mason’s nasal chuckle made your attention move from Lily to him, he had his hands in his pockets as he approached you and your daughter; bending down so he could look her in her eyes, Mason’s hand rubbed Lily’s back, his fingertips slightly brushing your forearm as he did it.

“I can, princess. I promise I’ll see you tomorrow and whenever you want to see me.”

*****

The following weeks were surprisingly calm.

After a mutual agreement, you and Mason were constantly communicating to make sure that co-parenting would be as smooth as possible to both of you and, most importantly, to Lily. Asking her to keep it a secret for a while was tough, especially with their interactions whenever Mason went to see her and Summer at ballet, but somehow, you managed it and were making it work - suddenly, you two considered yourselves as a great team, though Mason almost let out the word ‘family’ once. With Lily’s school already on Christmas break, you’d often leave her either at Debbie’s or your parents’ house, while you were still on full time at work before getting your much deserved break.

“Cotswolds for Christmas?” Oliver, your coworker, asked. You looked up from the amount of papers you had to sign to him; he had his toned arms crossed over his chest, the navy blue knit fitting well all those muscles. It matched perfectly with his bright blue eyes and sand blond hair. Your jaw dropped a little.

You shook your head, blinking repeatedly when you found yourself staring for longer than you should, which seemed to amuse him. “Uh-yeah, I guess. I’m not sure yet.”

“Let me know if you stay in London, you still owe me dinner.”

“Do I?” You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “I thought you were just being nice offering me a ride that day. As the gentleman you are.”

“I was being a gentleman but I also want to take you out.” Oliver winked at you, tapping his fingers on your desk before leaving your office. You couldn’t remember the last time you flirted with a guy, although Oliver often tried it and you mostly resisted because you two worked together, and going out with coworkers rarely ended well.

Waking up from your thoughts, you noticed your phone buzzing with a message from Mason, asking if you and Lily would still attend his first match back after the World Cup. Deep down, you wanted to believe he wasn’t insisting so much just because of Lily, considering how well you two were getting along - he even told you that Willow was more than welcome to join you.

So, when that Sunday match came, you found yourself wearing a Chelsea shirt for the first time in your life, something that’d give your dad a stroke, but it was all about supporting the father of your child. Lily looked extra adorable on hers too, and she made you promise you’d never tell her grandpa that she was wearing a Chelsea shirt, which made you laugh at how anxious and nervous the little one was.

Considering how things had always been since Lily was born, you never really thought that someday you’d end up at Stamford Bridge for a match, to support him, with his entire family. Surreal was the word, and it was enough to make your head spin a bit once you felt the stadium’s energy engulfing you. With Willow by your side, you two glanced at each other when Mason’s mum waved at you while she poked Jaz, who opened the biggest smile. Lily wiggled her little legs so Willow could put her down and she ran straight to Summer.

“So happy you two came!” Debbie wrapped her arms around you in the most loving embrace, excitement loud and clear in her words.

You also finally met Stacey and her family, and weren’t really surprised to find out they were all nice and kind. Much to your surprise, while Willow bonded with the ladies, you’ve found Tony practically glued to you and asking lots of questions. Lewis also seemed oddly happy to be around you.

“Mason said your dad is a gunner.” A cheeky grin played on Tony’s lips. You nodded, softly giggling. “I assume he doesn’t know you’re wearing a Chelsea shirt today.”

“He doesn’t, but he’ll understand once he recovers from the stroke this will cause, especially when he sees Lily.” Your eyes went straight to your daughter, happily playing with her cousins. “And he likes Mason, so… He should be fine.”

“I’m hoping we can all meet soon, before Christmas.”

“That would be lovely, sir. I’m sure we can arrange something, my mum loves hosting dinners and dad is a show off when it comes to his whiskey collection, so they’ll love to have everyone together.”

“You had me at the whiskey collection.”

Growing up with a family who was obsessed with football and die-hard Arsenal fan, even if you weren’t the biggest fan, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed the atmosphere of a match. Fans chanting, children screaming and clapping - you could feel that familiar knot on your stomach and a smile forming on your lips, because it was indeed really fun.

Lily reached out for you and climbed you once you were sitting comfortably, she pointed at Mason when she realised he was on the pitch, a shy smile on her lips. Leaning forward a bit, you pecked her left temple and whispered a ‘that’s your daddy’ - to which she happily nodded.

But nothing could control Lily, or anyone in the stadium, when Chelsea scored their first goal.

And nothing could control you when Mason scored. An odd and powerful wave of pride wrapping you, even more when Lily jumped straight to Tony’s arms, laughing so loud and so cheerfully you couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen her like this.

That was the moment you finally realised, once for all, that it wasn’t just Lily’s life that would never be the same. Yours wouldn’t either, and it scared you how at ease you felt about it.

It scared you how at ease you felt walking down the tunnels at Stamford Bridge, with your daughter in your arms, to meet Mason.

It scared you how at ease you felt seeing Mason widen his smile once he spotted you two, and his family right behind you. How he stretched his arms to take Lily and kiss her cheeks, and how he wanted you to come with him to meet two of his closest teammates: Kai and Ben, the latter being one of your dad’s favourites, which seemed to amuse him when you told him while shaking his hand.

“She’s beautiful. I was really looking forward to meeting her, after Mase told us.” Ben said, standing next to you as you botch watched Mason play with Lily, Kai and Summer. “And he wouldn’t shut up about you two coming today.” You blushed at his words.

At first, you didn’t want too many people to know, but Mason insisted that he had to share it with his closest friends and there was no way you’d take that from him, seeing how happy he was around Lily. This was his world, and you were part of it now because whatever involved your daughter, involved you too.

And whenever you felt scared, running away from your feelings sounded like a lovely idea.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff

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waayfo · 1 year

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LET THE FEAR YOU HAVE FALL AWAY, I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ ITOSHI SAE X READER

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ CONTAINS : ooc sae, pet names, hurt/comfort, fluff, soft!itoshi sae, angst, readers can draw

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ A/N : this is inspired from Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey and please forgive me if there are mistakes. If there is, you can tell me so I can fix it.

A loud slap sounded and succeeded in making the room quiet. "Know your place! Sae is only dating you out of boredom." The words came out easily without thinking about your feelings at that time. You hold your cheek that was slapped. While your heart is filled with anger. but he didn't stop there, hurtful words kept coming out of her mouth, "You've never been good at anything, I wonder why Sae chose you over me. You can only draw. Can drawing really make your life happy? Success? This world doesn't need such talent. Which means, you are useless and so is your existence."

The woman left you speechless. She also closed the door with a bang. While you just sat limp in the chair. “Is this talent of mine useless… ? Am I really that useless?" No matter how hard you try, even if you give up your health, people will never be satisfied with the results you give. They keep making fun of your hard work without seeing and helping your struggle. "If so, do I deserve to be happy and have Sae?"

If I'm useless, then I don't deserve to be happy. Such thoughts keep running through your mind, until you don't realize that you are pushing yourself too much. And of course your actions are realized by Sae.

"Hey, what's wrong, babe? Are you okay?" You show a surprised expression. You notice me. "Of course I'm fine." Sae let out a sigh. "I don't like it when you lie to me. Honestly, are you in trouble?"

"No? Who dares to find trouble with me who is Itoshi Sae's lover?" You said proudly. "You're right. But your recent changes say otherwise. You always skip your meals and choose to continue with work. I also often see you staying up late or until the morning for work. And I also rarely see you draw, usually you always draw something that's around you. I won't be mad, maybe I can help you."

You just stay silent and stare at Sae without expression. "That means there really is a problem, huh?" Sae sat next to you. His hands cupped your face and played with your cheeks. "Tell me. Please?" "Promise you won't be angry?" "Uh.. yes?"

You took a deep breath before recounting the incident from the beginning. Without you realizing it, tears keep falling from your eyes as long as you tell it. Until finally forming a puddle on the floor. Your voice broke from holding back sobs. Sae's hand is now stroking your back to calm you down, and you know Sae very well. He couldn't calm anyone down and didn't know what to do. So when he does that, you feel touched and appreciate Sae's efforts.

"Sae, do I... deserve to be happy? I can do nothing but draw. I can't help you or anyone else either. All I do is mess up. And also... do you really love me and not kidding? This keeps haunting me when I'm going to sleep. I want to be the best for you and othe—" your words stopped because Sae kissed you suddenly.

"My love, I'm glad that you are willing to tell me all this when it is so excruciating. Let your fear go by telling me everything. you deserve to be happy And don't let that fear take away your happiness. It's okay even if your only talent is drawing. Every painting you make is meaningful to you and to me. Your talent makes many hearts move and gives peace to anyone who sees it. I am at this point because of your presence, your smile, and your paintings which always make me calm. I will always love you; anywhere, anytime, and even if it means giving up my life just to be able to meet you and be with you forever. And wherever I am, whether I'm in a crowd of people, my eyes will always be on you."

"You are a precious person for me. You are a star for my moon that is always together. If you want, I can give you many reasons why I love you so much." Your tears broke again. Now are not tears of sadness, but are tears of joy. You are truly grateful for having Sae. Every action and word he does to you always manages to make you fall in love with him again and again. Makes you even more reluctant to let other people take him from you.

"I love you," Your hug is getting tighter. "I love you more."

"By the way, my love. What's that person's name?"

"Why?"

"Just curious."

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 9 months

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Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry

In the mood for somethin sweet

'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.

Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.

You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.

Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.

"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.

"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.

You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.

"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.

"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.

Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.

"... Sweetheart?"

You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.

"Sorry, what was that?"

You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.

"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.

"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."

"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.

"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"

You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.

"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.

With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.

"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"

"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.

That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.

You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!

Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.

He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.

"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"

Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.

Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.

"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.

You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.

"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."

Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.

You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.

"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.

His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.

His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.

Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.

His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.

"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.

He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.

"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.

His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.

Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.

You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.

"My turn, Daddy.."

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