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mziroe · 8 months
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national gf day! 
ft. monster trio (separate)
National gf day was like 3 days ago… this is for us delulus with no one to post us :( it’s modern au sorta
Luffy
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was probably reminded by Nami or Robin about it
honestly, i don’t think he’d even know, you’d be his very first girlfriend
but once he does know, he’ll do all sorts of things for you! Including dinner for the two of you (nowhere super fancy, but still special nonetheless ‘cause it’d be where you guys had your first date or something)
at first, he wouldn’t really understand why he would post you on his social media (honestly i don't think he uses social media often, probably has an acc w many followers but never posts)
maybe Nami had to explain to him why it’d make you feel special and happy, and he does so without question
probably a simple story post of you (probably a bad photo in your opinion, but he thought you looked cute) and he just tagged you with something like ‘happy gf day to my gf!’ and like some goofy emoji that doesn't even correlate like meat or something
Zoro
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another absolutely clueless one, angry reminder from Sanji ‘YOU BETTER TREAT HER RIGHT TODAY IS NATIONAL GF DAY! YOU DO SOMETHING YOU STUPID MOSSHEAD!’ (u cannot convince me they aren't bffs.)
will take you on a date to your favourite place but will be very nonchalant about it, he will even bring you your favourite flowers as well. (you mentioned it a really long time ago and didn’t think he remembered ‘cause you thought he was sleeping but he actually remembered every single word you said)
afterwards, he will take you back home, cuddle up with you and take a long ass nap
will post at the end of the day, a picture of you from the date. It’s very ‘soft launch’ vibes tho, probably a mirror pic with you holding his hand or his arm around your shoulder
he’ll just have a heart emoji and you tagged
also i honestly think modern!zoro is an avid gym goer, the only posts he has is probably you and his gym pictures
Sanji
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the only one out of the trio that knows about national gf day, has notification for every single important date regarding you (anniversaries, birthday and every miniscule day he can celebrate with you, is there.)
from the moment you wake up, he will be doting on you, even more so than usual, breakfast in bed, all your favourite little things lined up for you for that day, imagine the both of you cooking together at home as a date :(
every wish is his command, he will treat you like this every single important date as well, be prepared to literally be pampered like a princess
avid social media updater; will post you throughout the day. starting with a picture of you from when you wake up with your little breakfast in bed
people looking at his story will see so many stories of you on that day that they will scroll to the next person’s story once they see the 5th one of the day.
but right at the end of the day he will make a little collage of all the pictures of you he took for the day, as well as his favourite photos of you.
has the cutest love song on that story (probably in French hehe) along with the sweetest paragraph of how much he loves you
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atarathegreat · 5 months
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Gaming With Souya Tokyo Revengers
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Souya knew it wasn't really his place to be jealous, you hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't your fault that Nahoya had invited the two of you to a family dinner, and it wasn't your fault that Nahoya was a hugger. You'd offered to help your boyfriends brother cook as the man had been cooking all day at the ramen shop, and Nahoya had hugged you as thanks. You'd helped serve plates, earning another grateful hug. Souya watched hug after hug after hug, and you could only smile. What else did he expect you to do? Souya was elated that you were a part of his family, even without being married, and he was even more happy that you and his twin got along so well. So why was he so, so bothered by it?
He sighed into his mic, "I don't know, Slayer. I think I might be over reacting."
One of the few things he could do when he was upset was play games. Normally he'd offer to play with you, but he didn't even want to try having the conversation with you. Though, who was he to try and stop you from eavesdropping? Especially when you looked pretty staring up at him with your wide doe eyes.
"Nah, man, I think you should bring it up to her. Maybe she'll say she wants a threesome!" xxPussySlayerxx, a stupid name to a man who sounded like he was three beers in at a frat party, "Dude, when I tell you that all chicks wanna be fucked by a guy and his twin, you better believe me!"
Or what? Souya wanted to ask, his old delinquent habits kicking in for a moment, pausing only as you left soft licks to his exposed tip. He glanced down at you, flashing a quick smile before responding to his friend, "Don't even say that. Me and my brother already look alike..."
You knew Souya was insecure about him and Nahoya looking alike, afraid that it meant you liked Nahoya in the same way you liked Souya. A soft hum vibrated his shaft, you wanted his attention, and he wasn't giving it to you. The way his fingers tightened on his controller wasn't missed by your eyes, the opposite, it showed you that you were at least a part of his focus. Air hissed between his teeth as you pressed your tongue flat against him and he glared down at you when you reached up and tapped his hands. Despite his nickname, he couldn't be angry with you. Not when you were so pretty wrapped around his cock and smiling as best you could.
"Dude! That's more evidence that she just might want both of you!" The loser was cheering, and it was starting to grate on the beautiful image Souya had of you and the way you were nestled between his knees, your hands gripping to the waistband of his sweats to keep them out of your way, kicking your feet as if you weren't sucking him off like he was some type of dum-dum sucker but had been on the phone with a friend. In the end, Souya sighed and defended you against his own mind, "I don't think she does. She's a good girl." For you to miss such a double meaning would be arbitrary. Simultaneously telling the other player that you were a good girlfriend and praising you made you squirm, a small whine sounding from your throat.
Even though you couldn't hear it, you knew that whoever Souya was playing with was starting to piss him off. Shadows shifted on his face as his brows knit together, the bright light from the tv screen showing you the perfectly placed scowl as he muttered something and grabbed a strand of your hair. Souya groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair, a delicious pop sounding as the cool air of the room immediately hit the warm saliva you'd left on him, making him shiver and wish he was still sheathed between your lips. He angled his mic sideways, he wanted the other player to hear you, "Sweet girl, do you like my brother?"
"No, SouSou." You said loudly, sweetly enough that the other man would assume what you had been up to.
"Do you want him and I to fuck you?" Souya pulled you upwards, pleased with the way you shifted to straddle him. "No, SouSou." You smiled, "Just you."
"Good girl. Turn around, play for me, 'kay?" Souya handed you the controller, tossing his mic backwards and not bothering to leave the party he was in. xxPussySlayerxx, Souya never doubted, had never seen a naked woman outside of porn, let alone touched a vagina. If the drunken frat boy chose to listen to whatever sweet sounds Souya was able to pull from you, it would be the closest he'd ever gotten to good sex.
While you were standing and turning around, Souya tugged your night pants down and grazed his fingers over the back of your thighs. Fingers gripped around your sides to help you sit softly, his dick pressing firmly against you, "Easy, sweet girl, get comfortable." Electricity shot up your spine as you held yourself up on his legs, slowly sinking over him with the most delicious, high pitched moan Souya could ask for. "Mm, sweet girl." Souya moved your hips and dragged you against him, keeping you whining as you played whatever game he was fixated on this month.
Usually you liked to play whatever games Souya was into. You often had to grab the controller when he fell asleep after a rough shift to get him to a save point before turning everything off. It was nights like those that you got to cuddle him close to your chest and fit your fingers through his tight curls, pulling softly at them to untangle the tangled mess. It was a futile task, but it was something to keep him asleep.
A totally different way to play his games than what was happening now. You were positive that Souya was dragging you slowly just to make you give him those soft moans he loved. "Sou, c'mon, I'm playing pretty good." Your whines were pathetic, you knew that, but you really didn't care. "You're doing great, sweet girl, keep playing." Souya pressed gentle kisses across your shoulders as his hands smoothly shifted your hips, his own body jerking up into you and giving you the satisfaction you craved. With each praise that fell from his lips you felt your body tingle and crave him more.
The controller fell from you hands as Souya began slamming up into you, wanting to hear how whiny he could make you. Souya wanted you whiny and begging, a small part of him that was similar to how everyone seemed to see his brother Nahoya as. The thought of his brother is accompanied by a gross vision of you bouncing on Nahoya's dick instead of Souya's, making him dig his fingers into your skin, borderline bruising the skin. "Do you love me?" He growled in your ear, jerking you so you were flush against his chest, "Answer me honestly."
"Love you...love you, SouSou." Strained groans clawing their way out of your throat, "Just you, just you."
"Then come for me, sweet girl." Souya kissed at the dip just behind your ear, "Be loud, okay? I wanna hear every little sound."
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not-goldy · 3 months
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I just know when Jennie hit send on those paris pictures, she and Tae were laughing like evil maniacs. Do tkk really think because they are a loud group and trend Tk just cause they breath next to each other, they will somehow convince people Taennie never happened and Tk is real? The entire world watched Tae & Jennie's dating life get exposed little by little, by a hacker, until they took control of their situation and went public in Paris on their own terms. The whole world is laughing at that cult. So why are Jkks even entertaining Tkk at this point? Its pointless. They are always gonna claim atomix is a private date, even with proof from Atomix it was a OT7 dinner. They will always crop members or their friends to push their ship. Its a TK private date, but all members are there. Its a TK bowling date, but Wooga is there. Its a TK skiing date, but Wooga is there. Its a TK concert date, but Nicole is there with JK for some reason and Jennie off to the side and a wooga too that Tae leaves with. Its a TK vegas date, but Hobi is there. Its a TK house date with an impromptu live, but Hobi is there. Its a TK online gaming date, but Wooga is there and Tae living with one of his Wooga members. It's a TK LA beach & dinner date, but Jimin is right there and seems RM was at that dinner, since he posted a picture. Its a TK hotel date, but other people are there. It's a TK premiere date, but other people are there. Full blown stupidity. My ship is a couple, but they don't spend couple days together, confirmed, but they do spend couple days with others, confirmed. They spend time together, but on couple days, is where they draw the line and don't? Its Tae telling us he was alone and slept through Valentines and a couple weeks later its Jk out on White Day with Jimin for me. Two couple days back to back and NOTHING from your ship. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.
Also HELLO? Tae had another man living in his apartment. Someone he also is extremely clingy to and all over when he's around him. And MF's act like JK is jealous over Tae. Bitch please. JK don't give a fuck. Tae out here with a girlfriend and another man living at his house and MF's think JK will just be okay with all this? I'm fucking wheezing. The man was doing cartwheels on live singing Jimin songs, the day the Taennie news broke. He is the most unbothered person when it comes to Taennie. So why not leave him out of Tae's business?
Also, Its Jikook taking their first trip alone and together, but that isn't a private trip. It's Jikook together alone on Silver Day in NY, but that's not a date and Jikook in Connecticut, but that's not a private trip. It's Jikook taking a private trip to Japan before enlisting, but that's not a couple trip. It Jikook watching The Avengers with no other members, but that isn't a date. Its Jikook ice skating alone, but that isn't a date. Its Jikook out shopping alone, but that isn't a shopping date. It's Jikook together on White Day eating, but that don't count. Its Jikook together during Chuseok, but again, it doesn't mean anything. Its Jikook together on JK's bday alone (bonus for Tae asking Jimin to come sleep with him, instead of the birthday boy, WHOMP WHOMP) but that also doesn't count. Its Jikook ALONE drinking, bridal twirling and hickey sucking, but that also doesn't count. It's Jikook enlisting ALONE and together. Like get the fuck out of here, your ship will never be in Jikook's league. No one is playing your silly fucking games anymore. You ship isn't real and you can't even argue it without looking like you need a straight jacket at this point. Tae put the final nail in the coffin and Jennie buried y'all, while Jikook walking together over your graves for the next 18 months. Its over and done. Move on. You got 18 months to get your life together.
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algea · 1 year
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Bluebird
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song (inspired by): Bluebird by Luca Fogale
pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader
prompt: Simon gazes at his significant other and realizes that he is completely in love with her, and when she puts this song on play, his feelings blossom.
warning: British humor, strong language, angst (more of a happy sad), chalk full of fluff
a/n: just remember that my requests for things are always open, and I’ll happily write whatever you want!
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“…Simon.” A voice softly called, pulling him out of the trance he was lost in. He blinked and lifted his eyes to hers, recalling that he had been staring at her far too long, mesmerized by her. A soft smile had graced Y/N’s lips, her eyes crinkling in a way that only she could wear.
“Hm?” Simon grunted, his eyebrows drawing together underneath his balaclava. 
“You were staring, hon.” Y/N responded, sashaying her way to the other side of the kitchen, searching for an ingredient to go into the dinner she was making. Not that Y/N cared, she basked in his cold, yet loving, stare.
“Sorry, I was lost in thought, love.” Simon murmured, standing up and stalking towards her. He stood behind her as she cooked, placing his arms beside hers, caging her in from behind.
“You’re just so bloody fucking gorgeous that I couldn’t stop looking.” He finished, resting his chin on her head. 
“You, mister, are going to be the death of me.” Y/N laughed, turning around and grabbing his shoulders and placing a kiss on the chin of his balaclava. Simon daringly moved his hands to her waist, being careful not to topple over whatever she was brewing up. 
“Why do you wear that stupid fucking mask when it’s only you and I? I loathe that mask.” Y/N sighed, brushing her fingers across his cheekbone.
“And why would that be?” Simon asked, his deep, gravelly voice rumbling through the air. 
“I can’t see your beautiful face, Simon.” Y/N smirked, softly grabbing the edges of it. Simon only stared down at her, his eyes silently saying ‘I love you.’ She lifted the mask up to his nose, where she placed a kiss to his lips. She slowly pulled the mask farther, until it was hanging limp in her hand.
Not many things really surprised Y/N, come to say. She’s seen most of it all, working as a Ground Operations Specialist. But the thrill she got seeing Simon without a mask was so much more than what she encounters on her job. 
“There’s the Simon Riley I know.” Y/N smiled, her other hand softly caressing his jaw. Simon could’ve sworn that if it got any better, her eyes would be making hearts at him right now.
“You makin’ fuckin’ heart eyes at me, love?” Simon joked, though there wasn’t a joking tone to his voice.
“Why yes, I am, how did you know?” Y/N smiled, turning back around and finished cooking the food. She’s always been overly blunt, saying whatever comes to mind, whether good or bad. That’s one of the many things Simon likes about her, that and the fact Y/N doesn’t care whether she’s rude or not. 
“How about some music?” Y/N asked softly, setting the plates and food out. As Simon stood there and watched her, he found that the more he watched, the more he wanted to marry her. She would look so perfect as a wife, and maybe even with his children. Y/N pulled out a record, unmarked and unknown, but she set it on the record table nonetheless. As she pushed the needle onto the record, the crackle of white noise began, then the beautiful chords of guitar floated to Simons ears. The breathtaking strikes of the pianos chords sang in accompaniment to the guitar, creating a serene sound. 
She moves a ghost, sleepless eyes and weathered bones
She is glass, and stone, and all things in between
Simons lips parted at the words, and he set his eyes on his girlfriend once more. He noticed how the words described her more than perfectly, something only he alone could understand. 
And so it seems that she floats amongst the fallen leaves
She is all the places I have ever been
So maybe you’re a bluebird, darlin’
Tearing through the darkness of my days
Simon would never fully let himself admit that Y/N was the light, the joy, that completely crashed his life that evening where he found her captive in Valeria’s house. Her life was slowly coming to a close that night, but luckily Johnny had found her before they got to Valeria. Johnny was the one who helped her get out, carrying Y/N’s broken and struggling body to Ghost. 
“Who the bloody fuck is this?” Ghost scoffed, holding the unidentified woman’s body in his hands. 
“She’s a Operations Specialist, aye. Surprised she’s still alive, Valeria fucked her up bad, mate.” Soap replied, gazing sadly down at the woman’s body. Simon felt her stir in his arms, and she slowly opened her eyes and blinked. 
“Ugh…Where the hell am I…” Y/N started as she looked around. Suddenly being more aware, Y/N smashed her foot into Simons chest in attempt to escape.
“Oi, easy there soldier. We ain’t gon’ hurt you.” Soap said cautiously, taking a step towards Y/N. 
“We’re here to arrest Valeria, be fucking grateful we found you.” Simon muttered, throwing the obvious insults at her halfheartedly. 
“You don’t think I fucking am? You are some dim witted soldiers, I’ll tell you that.” Y/N laughed, sliding out of Simons hands and standing on the ground. 
“Well, on behalf of the 141, we greet you, Colonel.” Soap sighed, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Y/N’s body went rigid, and she whispered,
“141…? Who exactly are you people?” 
“I’m Soap Mactavish, Sergeant.” Soap greeted.
“Ghost. Lieutenant.” Ghost snapped. After quick introductions, they boarded the chopper, Soap sitting next to Alejandro, Y/N next to Ghost. Silence filled the air, and Y/N awkwardly looked around.
“So, Lieutenant, don’t ya have a first name?” Y/N yelled over the chopper. Ghost glanced over at her, studying her face. He found that her nose was broken, lips cracked and busted, various cuts donned her face, and one of her eyes was swollen.
“You don’t need to know.” Simon replied back, shifting his gaze down to her arms, which were littered in bruises, cuts and burns. A few of her fingers were broken and her hands were also slightly swollen. He could guess she had a few broken ribs and internal bruises. God knows what could be wrong physiologically with her now, but it seemed like nothing bothered her nonetheless.
Once they arrived back at the base, Y/N stood to get off the chopper, but Simon refused to let her walk. 
“Love, you aren’t gonna be able to walk, let me carry you so you won’t get hurt anymore.” He sighed. Y/N obliged, letting Simon carry her to the infirmary.
“Simon.” He muttered softly to her. “My name is Simon Riley.”
Simon was shook from his flashback as Y/N called his name, sitting down in her chair at the table. He silently moved to sit, making the chair creak under his weight. Her soft gaze settled on his, and he smiled slightly at the attention.
“Y/N, I want to tell you something.” Simon started, placing a hand on his chest to find the box.
“You don’t have to ask, Simon. Please go ahead.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on his. 
“I know this isn’t the ideal place, nor the ideal time,” He started, sliding off the chair and sitting on one knee. He slid the box out of his jacket and opened it up, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
“But fuck I love you, marry me please.” Simon whispered. Y/N’s glassy eyes found his and she swooped down to plant a firm kiss to his lips.
“Simon Riley, I’ll marry you.” She cried, placing more kisses to his lips. Simon took the ring and slid it on her finger, smiling into the kiss. Right then he knew he really was the worlds most happy man, and would forever still be.
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kpop-kitkat · 1 year
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Attention | Kim Sunwoo
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pairing | dom bf!kim sunwoo x sub f!reader
genre/cw | smut(minors istg do not interact or you're blocked), fluff, a bit of crack/humor, explicit language, gamer!sunwoo, established relationship, slight degradation, praise, dirty talk, pull out method, daddy kink, use of whore and slut, pet names, teasing, sunwoo is a whiney dom(omg can you imagine ahh), slight moan kink, aftercare, fluffy end
wc | 2.2k
notes | who doesn't love gamer boy smuts, I mean come on
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧  
Y/n smiled to herself as she got the very much needed text. After waiting a whole day, it was a sight to see.
Sunwoo💕: finishing up practice. home soon baby girl
Y/n: yay, see ya soon
She squealed before tossing her phone onto the couch. In any normal relationship, nobody would be that excited when their lover returned home from a normal day at work. And in Sunwoo’s case, he was an idol, staying a bit later for extra practice for an upcoming comeback. But Y/n and Sunwoo were only three weeks into living together. Who could blame her?
On an impulse of energy, she began cleaning the apartment, every nook and cranny. Coats on the coat rack, dishes in the dishwasher, books in the bookshelf, everything in its place. She didn't even realize how fast she was doing it until she felt sweat, sticky on her forehead. She sighed before collapsing onto the sofa, wanting nothing more than Sunwoo cuddles, and maybe something a bit more. She couldn't help but imagine all the filthy scenarios in her head.
The sound of keys jangling as the front door was unlocked and opened, made her jolt upwards, off of the sofa. She ran over to her boyfriend and jumped, arms and legs around his neck and waist.
 "Whoah, miss me that much baby girl?" Sunwoo smirked, holding her body close to his as he kissed her cheek.
 "I was alone all day," she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out, raising her head up from his shoulder to look up at him.
 He chuckled before kissing her pouty lips. "Sorry. I'll have to make a daily reminder: don't be late or girlfriend gets moody," he teased. 
 "How dare you," she playfully smacked his chest before untangling herself from his grip. "You should wash up, dinner is almost ready."
 "What? You cooked?" Sunwoo's jaw dropped.
 "No stupid, the Uber Eats driver is ten minutes away. Now go," she laughed, shoving him towards the stairs.
He eventually went up to take a shower and change his clothes. When he came back down, Y/n was already enjoying her ramen without him. "Hey, you should've waited for me!" He exclaimed, running to the kitchen island, digging through the brown paper bag, sighing in relief seeing how Y/n left him a bowl. She had actually eaten his food once after the two had gotten into a silly arguement. "Thanks for not eating my food."
 "You're welcome."
Sunwoo chuckled with a shake of his head as he took a seat besides her at the kitchen island. He licked his lips as he took the lid off of his food, twirling his plastic fork in hand. He took a bite and sighed in satisfaction before turning to his girlfriend. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"
 "I cleaned, aren't you proud of me?" She replied, also taking a bite of her food.
 "I did notice the apartment was cleaner when I got back. I'm surprised you did it voluntarily," he explained, earning an elbow to the stomach from her.
 "Well, at least I was productive. I even took a walk and did our laundry," she added.
 "Look at you," he laughed, swallowing his food so he wouldn't choke. He was about to say something when his phone buzzed.
 "Who's that?" Y/n wondered.
 "Chanhee and Changmin. They want to play some Halo in fifteen," he answered. 
 "Can I see?" Y/n tilted her head.
Y/n and Sunwoo were currently building trust in their relationship, so looking at each other's text messages was something they always did. 
Sunwoo nodded and handed his phone over to Y/n. 
(On Sunwoo's phone)
Chanheee: halo in 15?
Q: ya, gotta finish this birthday card for jaehyun. count me in. hbu sunwoo?
Y/n smirked to herself, and Sunwoo understood her plan.
 "No, babe, please let me reply," Sunwoo reached out for his phone, but she leaned over, out of his reach.
 "I promised I'd play with them earlier!" The boy protested. 
 "Whatever," she handed the phone back to its rightful owner, hesitantly. 
Sunwoo(actually Sunwoo): JK y'all, I'll be on in less than fifteen ;)
Y/n pouted. "You don't want to watch a movie or something?"
 "Maybe later babe, I made a promise," he smiled, holding the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss, a lasting one this time. He pulled away after awhile. "I love you."
 "I love you too," she sighed. "But I want cuddles."
 "You're literally a human koala. You can live without me for two hours. Entertain yourself," he playfully rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs.
She huffed and looked around. "But there's nothing to do," she thought aloud.
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Y/n quietly entered the bedroom as Sunwoo was immersed in his games. She decided to scroll aimlessly through TikTok as she lay on their shared bed, attempting to cure her boredom.
 "No no! He's by our base!" Sunwoo shouted, following a loud mashing on the keyboard and loud clicks on the mouse. "I swear I'll kill you if you suicide one more time Chanhee hyung."
Y/n looked up and almost laughed at how Sunwoo was a whole new person in the world of video games.
 "I'm going to kill you!" Sunwoo raged. Y/n guessed Chanhee committed suicide again, I'm game of course.
Y/n was deprived of her boyfriend. Even though he promised it'd be two hours, it was coming up on four. "Baby..." she whined, but Sunwoo couldn't hear through his headphones. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, not earning any response other than a shake of shoulders. Unsatisfied, she moved in front of him and put her legs on either side of him, sitting on his lap and leaning her head into his chest.
 "Hold up," Sunwoo moved the headphone mic away from his face. "Baby what are you doing?"
 "Cuddling with you, I'm bored," she answered truthfully.
 "But-" he paused, seeing how the next game had already started. "Fine, just no distractions, okay?"
She nodded. But it didn't mean she wasn't going to distract anyways.
He moved the mic back to his mouth. "Aight, let's go."
Y/n clutched his warm sweatshirt and breathed in his scent, finding it very calming. It smelt like ocean water and new books, two of her favorite smells. And while she was comfortable in her position she was still bored. And not to mention, getting horny from sitting on his lap for some time.
Deciding on causing mischief and a distraction, she began to move, rubbing her clothed heat against his sweatpants. It was painfully slow, but also pleasuring. Sunwoo seemed unfazed by her actions, still shouting at his friends as they played an intense match. But when she began to move faster, causing the friction she wanted, he began to fidget as he played, even stumbling over his words. "Y-yeah it's..." he took a deep breath. "B-by that fountain by the fountain, I-I mean mountain." Y/n smiled. Her plan seemed to be working. Taking it a step further, she leaned over his shoulder and quietly moaned into his ear, silently turning him on.
 "What was that?" Asked Chanhee through the game.
 "Nothing, it's nothing," Sunwoo brushed him off. But oh, it was definitely something.
Y/n smirked to herself. Everything was going according to plan. She grasped Sunwoo's shoulders as she allowed herself more room to move. Back and forth, back and forth, at the perfect pace. And she didn't contain her dirty little noises.
 "Okay Sunwoo, something is making noise on your end," Changmin concluded. 
 "It was the wind," Sunwoo chuckled nervously as he bit back a moan of his own.
"The wind?" Y/n thought to herself. Nonetheless, she played her final card. Moving away from Sunwoo's chest, she reached down to feel him through his sweatpants. She was pleasantly surprised to find him already so hard for her. It turned her on even more. She began stroking his length, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lips to the point of them bleeding.
 "Guys, Imma head to bed, I'm," he took a deep breath, trying not to moan. "Just tired after today."
 "That's fine. See y'all tomorrow," said Chanhee.
 "See ya," Changmin said before going offline. 
Sunwoo ripped his headphones off and threw them onto the ground beside him before tightly grasping her wrists. "What do you think you're doing, baby girl?"
 "Pleasuring daddy, because I know he wants me to," she said, acting all innocent as her eyes sparkled.
He quickly stood up before sweeping her off of her feet, carrying her to the bed before throwing her onto it. She loved it when he was rough. He climbed on after her and pinned her hands above her head before kissing her roughly. She tugged at his blonde tresses as he held her jaw tightly. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. "Such an attention whore, aren't you? Couldn't wait another thirty minutes to have my cock inside you, hmm?"
 "No, I missed you daddy," she whined, feeling herself getting wetter, to the point of it being hot and uncomfortable.
 "Tell me what you need, baby girl," he continued to kiss her, tasting her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Tell me what my pretty little whore needs so bad."
 "I need you... to fuck me," she breathed out, biting his bottom lip.
 "Like always... you fucking whore," he smirked. He began kissing his way down her neck feverishly, as Y/n held his shoulders tightly. He then began to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing his well toned body that never ceased to amaze Y/n. His attention was then on her clothes. "We don't need this, do we?" He hummed, lifting her shirt over her head. "What about this? No, don't need this either," he smirked, tugging down her silk shorts, revealing her completely soaked panties. It was even dripping with her arousal. "Oh baby girl, you're soaked," he pouted as he touched her through the thin fabric, eliciting a loud moan from her. "Do you need my help?"
 "Yes daddy please, I need you," she whined aloud, moving her hands to his abs. 
 He tugged down his sweatpants and underwear in one swift move before turning around to pump himself before turning back to her. He licked his lips before slipping down her panties. "Take it like a good girl, my little slut. You asked for it."
 There was no time for her to verbally respond before the head of Sunwoo's cock invaded her entrance. She gasped, holding onto Sunwoo's shoulders as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "Feel good baby girl?"
 "Yes Sunwoo... oh fuck," she whimpered, arching her back as her head fell backwards.
 "Keep moaning my name, lovely," he ordered, beginning to thrust deeper into her, if it was even possible. 
 "Sunwoo!" she screamed, feeling him hit her g-spot repetitively. She then pulled him down to kiss his lips again, savoring his taste. He responded and with one hand, he held the side of her face. The other was keeping her hips in place as he thrusted a bit harshly now.
 "Sunwoo, I'm going to... ahh," she cried.
 "Not yet baby girl, wait for me," he ordered, afterwards letting out a bit of a high pitched moan. And Y/n couldn't explain it, but she loved the sound of it. The way his hair fell messy upon his forehead as his thrusts got sloppy and he became a moaning mess, despite being the dominant one... she just loved it all. She loved knowing she pleasured him as much as he did her.
 "Sunwoo, I can't," she begged, her pussy already becoming sore as he hit her spot. 
 "Alright, come with me," he said, moaning once more as he pulled out, his white hot liquid dripping onto her stomach. She moaned as well, her liquids pouring out onto the sheets. Sunwoo sighed before collapsing beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Great job baby girl," he smiled, kissing all over her face. He then sat up. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left for the bathroom and speedily returned with a rag wet with warm water. Carefully, he wiped his cum from her stomach and tried to wipe some of hers from the sheets as well. He tossed the rag in the dirty laundry basket before slipping on his underwear and sweatpants again, Y/n also putting her clothes back on. He and Y/n moved into their spots in bed and looked at each other. "I love you," he breathed out, moving hair from her face.
 "I love you more," she smiled, snuggling into his chest. 
 At the end of the day, she got what she wanted. Sunwoo cuddles.
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love-and-greta · 1 year
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Bubble Bath
The newest addition to my collection of Josh fluff. Enjoy :)
Warnings: mainly fluff, some nudity (18+ please and thank you)
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For the fourth time this week, you sat alone at the dining table eating dinner for one, staring at the empty place setting across from you. You knew it wasn’t Josh’s fault that he had to stay late working in the studio recently, but knowing that didn’t help to cure the loneliness you’d been feeling.
One more week of this, and the album should be done. You thought to yourself. You can do this. Just one more week.
You glanced at the door one last time before deciding to clean up, and headed to bed.
The next week dragged on and your decision to work some overtime to help pass the time only made you more exhausted and mentally drained. Once again, you were dreading your evening alone at home, so you decided tonight you would do a little self care to try to pep up some.
You were just finishing making dinner when you heard your phone ring. Knowing Josh would most likely get stuck working late in the studio again, you assumed he was calling to tell you he wouldn’t make it home to eat with you.
“There’s my sweet girl,” Josh sighed as you answered the phone. “How are you doing today babe?”
“Honestly? Shitty. I’m feeling pretty worn out. I’m gonna take a bath after dinner and go straight to bed.” Normally you opted for optimism when talking to Josh, knowing he struggled with the separation as well, but you didn’t try to hide the exhaustion in your voice now.
There was a small pause before Josh spoke again. “I know this has been a long couple of weeks. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” The disappointment in his voice was palpable, making you feel slightly guilty for feeling the way you did.
“Please don’t worry about me J. I know it’s not your fault,” you spoke softly. “I’m just very ready for you to home with me. I miss my cuddle buddy…”
“I miss you too Birdie,” Josh replied quietly. “Listen, I have to go, but I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay, see you soon…”
“I love you y/n.”
“I love you too J…” You put down your phone, turned your attention back to your food, and slowly ate your meal, eyes glued to the plate, not once glancing across the table to the empty chair.
You moved around the kitchen in a daze after eating, cleaning up the mess you had made while cooking. As you finished up at the kitchen sink, you were pulled from your exhausted state by the sound of running water. You glanced at the faucet questioning whether you had actually turned it off or not, when you realized it was coming from down the hall. You hesitantly peered down the hall from the safety of the archway leading into the kitchen and saw white rose petals making a path into your bedroom. Your favorite flower.
Josh.
How on earth did he get in without you hearing him, you thought to yourself. Despite your confusion, you couldn’t help but run into your bedroom to see if he was really there. You froze, taking in the scene before you. The room was cast in a soft glow by candles that had been scattered all around and rose petals were strewn across the bed. Music was playing softly from the record player in the corner. Josh must have come straight home after our phone call and snuck in without me seeing, you guessed. You couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes from discovering this surprise. Your heart swelled at the thought of Josh doing this for you, despite him having a ton of work to do in the studio. You heard the floor board creak and quickly spun around.
“Hey Birdie.” Josh stood in the bathroom doorway with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile spreading across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“Josh, what are you doing here?” You asked breathlessly, taking a few steps towards him.
“I miss you, you miss me,” he replied, his smile widening. “Plus I would be stupid to miss an opportunity to take a hot bath with my incredibly sexy girlfriend.”
“Yeah that would be pretty stupid of you,” you giggled, grabbing onto Josh’s shirt and pulling him towards you. You peeked over his shoulder into the bathroom to see a similar setting as your bedroom. Again, candles were glowing from every possible surface and rose petals were floating amongst the many bubbles in the bathtub.
“You did all of this for me?”, you wondered aloud.
Josh pushed your body back slightly to look into your eyes. “Of course I did Birdie. I know it’s hard sometimes when I’m away, so I wanted to do something nice for you, to show you how much I appreciate all your support. You deserve it babe.” Josh kissed your lips softly and laced his fingers into yours.
“Now let’s get into that tub while it’s still hot,” Josh smiled and pulled you into the bathroom.
He placed you in front of the mirror and stood behind you, placing a soft kiss on the exposed bit of skin just between your neck and shoulder. He began to slowly unbutton the front of your blouse, pulling it open to reveal your lace bralette.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Josh muttered softly, slowly skimming his fingers across your stomach. “You deserve the world y/n.”
You leaned your head back against his chest, sighing at the gentle touch. Josh peppered kisses along your now bare shoulders and reached down to unbutton your trousers. The slow seductive pace in which he pulled your trousers and lace underwear down sent shivers throughout your whole body. You watched Josh’s now hooded eyes drinking you in through the mirror, as he slowly ran his hands up from your outer thighs to the back of your bra.
“May I?”, Josh asked, grabbing onto the clasp to unfasten it.
You nodded you head slowly, not wanting to disturb the intimate energy in the room. You could tell Josh needed this just as much as you did. His need to touch you, to feel your soft skin on his fingertips, was very evident by the look of pure lust and adoration in his eyes.
Once Josh had you completely undressed, you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to return the favor. You began by taking off his long beaded necklace, placing it on the counter behind you. Josh lifted his arms to help you take his crewneck off and watched you as you unlatched his belt buckle. You placed a soft kiss on his navel before pulling down his pants and boxer briefs. Josh pulled you up, immediately cupping both sides of your face, touching his forehead to yours.
“I’ve missed this so much,” Josh whispered against your lips.
Not being able to hold back any longer, you crushed your lips against his, kissing him deeply. Josh moaned quietly, pulling you in even closer, moving his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“Let’s get into the bath now, yeah?”, you managed to mutter. You could feel Josh’s lips pull into a smile as he gave you one last kiss.
“Okay, okay.” Josh stepped into the tub, and pulled you into a seated position right between his legs. You leaned back onto his chest, sighing at the feeling of the warm water on your skin. The stress of the previous few weeks slowly began to melt away as you relaxed into Josh’s body. You closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling of Josh’s fingertips making slow trails up and down your arms.
“I could spend a lifetime here in this bath with you Birdie,” Josh hummed against your cheek.
“And what’s stopping you?”, you answered softly.
Josh ran his fingers down your left arm, slowly lacing his fingers into yours. He brought your hand up to his mouth, brushing your ring finger against his lips.
“Absolutely nothing mama…”
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THANKSGIVING SPECIAL
A/N : for once i refuse to apologise for the late post. yes, the holiday was yesterday but i spent it with family. this is just something i whipped up to tide you over for the real chapters. ily all, happy late thanksgiving :))
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.
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thanksgiving dinner brought to you by y/n, marc, steven, jake, layla, and khonshu.
featuring pedro and luna.
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ah, thanksgiving.
the one day a year you can stuff your face without people judging you.
not that your family ever would, it’s just that basically almost everyone else did.
steven was busy doing his woman duties in the kitchen, cooking dinner while you and layla played uno at the table.
khonshu was playing too, so he was able to make himself so that layla could see him too.
you begged marc to let khonshu have a seat at the table, even though he can’t even eat.
well, anything he doesn’t want.
which is anything that isn’t a marshmallow.
marc definitely argued back though, explaining how manipulative he was for all those years, but still, to you he was just grandpa khonshu.
he ended the discussion by saying yes, not being able to say no to you.
you were just about to put down a yellow six on top of laylas blue six when your phone starts ringing in your pocket.
you make eye contact with layla and she smirks.
you send her a quick glare and fish your phone out of your pocket to see that casper was calling you.
“you better take that” layla voices, and you do so, while sending her a dirty look.
“yeah? i’m kinda busy casper” you say right away and you hear a sigh.
“sure. i was going to wish my very considerate girlfriend a happy thanksgiving but she’s being salty right now” casper tells you and you shake your head.
“and i was going to wish you a happy thanksgiving as well but you chose to talk about me in the third person” you retort, making both of you let out a light chuckle, and layla definitely was listening in.
“fine. i guess i won’t save any bread for you” casper mumbles through the phone and you scoff.
“yes you will, i’m not stupid” you reply, and he chuckles.
“i know this was short, but i have to go now and i’m sure you do too” he tells you and you nod, even though you know he can’t see you.
“alright i’ll see you at school then” you say.
“yeah, see you then. love you, bitch”
you snort. “love you too, twink”
“HEY-“ you hang up before he can complain, and you slide your phone back in your pocket.
layla hides a laugh behind an obnoxiously fake cough, so you nod to the stack of messy cards on the table so that she gets the message to leave it alone.
she just shakes her head and keeps playing with you until steven calls you both over.
“do both of you mind setting the table? we don’t have anything fancy, just the usual” he asks, and you make a face.
“actually, i ordered some festive plates. and some orange candles” you say, making steven turn to you with a hand over his heart.
“that’s the sweetest thing you could’ve done, thank you darling” steven gushes, and you just wave him off.
“it’s no big deal, i love doing this for you guys” you defend, going to your room to get the unpacked amazon boxes of fancy plates and candles.
you got orange candles. six of them, three to a stand. the stands were glass and had leaves carved on them.
the plates were tan-ish off white, and had red and orange leaves around the border.
you brought them out, four plates with the candles and the holders on top.
layla helped set it all up at the dinner table while steven finished up with all the food.
he was against it at first, cooking a turkey, but when he agreed with marc that he wouldn’t have to eat it he just decided to anyways.
it did creep him out though, having to cook that big of a bird.
but everything else was vegan friendly so he would have some nice leftovers.
well except for the turkey gravy.
you all sat down, and even khonshu decided to just sit in the empty chair across from marc, who was now fronting.
he just sat and stared, and layla made a face at him before turning back to marc.
layla made sure to bring champagne for the two adults, and some of your juice for you to pour in the fancy glasses.
the drinks were poured and marc took a breath before speaking.
“i guess it would be weird if i didn’t give some cliche movie speech about being thankful for my family, so i’ll just get it over with” he starts, and you snort trying to cover a short laugh.
marc either didn’t hear it or ignored you completely.
“so layla, you are way too nice for sticking around, i was unfair to you. but now i feel like i can focus on my life” he says, pointing the last part at khonshu.
“yes, i’m still technically serving you, but i’d like time. i want us to try and be a normal family” he aims that at both you and layla.
“and y/n, i don’t even need to say anything because i’m sure the pumpkin pie limited edition flavor pop tarts in the cupboard proves how much i love you” he jokes.
layla smacks him in the arm and sends him a glare. “just tell your daughter you love her, don’t make it difficult” she scolds and he makes a face.
“yeah dad, don’t you love me?” you ask, making your voice crack at the end of your sentence just to mess with marc.
and it works because he shoots his head to you, thinking that you were actually sad.
“y/n- hey! i’m making a joke! please don’t cry” he mumbles the last part, which makes you laugh.
he sighs in annoyance and rolls his eyes.
“i do love you” he makes eye contact with you. “as annoying as you are” he adds on and you smile.
“okay i’m done with that-“
“wait but now i have to do a speech too. you know- like the movies” you refer back to what he originally said and he nods, urging you to go on.
so you clear your throat and take a breath. “marc. dad. father-“
“hurry up i’m hungry” jake complains and you roll your eyes.
“thank you again. all of you, both of you.” you begin, referring to steven, marc, and jake when you say all, and layla added on when you say both.
“for adopting me. you’re the best parents i could ask for” you end quietly, and you look up from your lap to see that marc and layla were holding hands atop of the table.
“okay now we’re done. i’m hungry” you say, which makes both marc layla, and even khonshu let out a short chuckle.
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thanksgiving dinner was brought to you by marc feeding pedro and luna turkey from under the table, and then being caught, forcing him to tell everyone he hates cats just to lie.
khonshu just poked around at the food and eventually left to raid the marshmallows you got for him.
pumpkin spice flavored, and he loved them.
though it felt short, it felt right, since all your family was where you wanted them to be.
with you, right by your side.
~~~
A/N : thanks for reading!!! i hope to see you all next week :)))
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sariel626 · 1 year
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Interrupting a Stream
So in this reader is a YouTube Streamer and being honest, I got inspiration for this while watching shxtou twitch vods. Yes I know twitch is very different from YouTube.
Oh, and your Streamer name is Seranisin, Chat calls you Sera for short. The first game is called Night of the Consumers, the second is Mr.Hopps Playhouse
TW: cussing
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“Stupid frickin’ customers! I was one shelf away from beating the game!” (Y/N) screamed at the screen which showed the words ‘You’re Fired’ in a blood red colored font. The chat was blowing up at the streamer’s rage, mostly ‘LMAOOO’s and some offering strategies to help the female when she began her 17th attempt to stock the grocery store shelves without running into any customers.
Right as (Y/N) was calming down, the front door to her shared home opened, Chuuya had finally gotten off work and he was ready to see his partner after a long day. When he didn’t see (Y/N) in the living room or the kitchen (probably eating an entire bag of chips again) the ginger walked over to (Y/N)‘s gaming/streaming room. The door was closed. Of course she’s streaming right now.
Chuuya went and grabbed a bottle of wine while contemplating if he should order takeout or cook something. While pouring his glass, a victory scream rang out, “TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY MANAGER! I AM COMPETENT ENOUGH TO STOCK SHELVES!” It came from none other than (Y/N) herself. This made Chuuya chuckle to himself at how immersed his girlfriend could get in a video game.
Unable to decide on takeout or cooking at home, and since he figured that scream meant the stream would be ending, Chuuya waited a few minutes before going to (Y/N)’s room and opening the door to find…her still streaming. He concluded it’d be a good way to scare off any simps from the chat (he’s wrong, we never back down) so he asked what she would prefer for dinner while leaning against the door. (Y/N) snapped out of her surprised stupor and replied, “uh…takeout. You are aware that I’m streaming, right?” “I thought you ended it after that victory scream” this made the female streamer blush from embarrassment, was she really that loud?
Meanwhile, the chat was blowing up
Cryos3267: Who’s the hot guy at the door?
Gumiberry: Is he single?
Kawaii-Chan: if he is, can I have his number
XXJuliusXX: Is he Sera’s boyfriend?
Seweit42: He can’t be, he’s too short for her
Chuuya was going to leave to order takeout for them both until (Y/N) saw that in the chat. She smiled sweetly with malicious intent hidden behind it and called her boyfriend back in. Chuuya, hearing the sickly sweet sound from his girlfriend, walked into the room, silently praying you weren’t about to kill him for interrupting the stream.
(Y/N) looked directly at the camera, “Seweit42, if you really think short guys can’t land hot girls…” the girl pulled Chuuya down by his shirt collar and kissed him, making sure the monitor could see them. Chuuya gladly returned the short kiss until (Y/N) pulled back and looked at the camera “Then explain that.” If chat wasn’t already blowing up, it was now. The female turned back and said, “If you want, you can go order takeout now, I’ll join you after Mr.Hopps Playhouse” but Chuuya just wrapped his arms around her waist, “After that? Like hell I’m leaving.” The girl rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Well then, get on the chair, but this is a horror game.” “Like a game could scare me. Who do you think I am, dove?”
Ten minutes later, Chuuya’s trying to convince you that Mr.Hopps is not cute while you’re collecting tapes
Chuuya: it’s a demonic bunny rabbit probably the size of that blond ponytail fucker from the Agency. He’s got the eyes of their doctor when she’s gone batshit
Y/N: Chuuya, don’t you see those adorable, very pettable ears? And those eyes aren’t screaming murder, they’re begging to be loved
Chuuya: quit fucking summoning him with the toys!
Y/N: (proceeds to trigger every single toy) it’s not like he’ll catch me anyways, I’m too good for-
Proceeds to get jumpscared making Chuuya cling to the gamer and spin the chair around, “Fuck that!” (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, blinked a couple times, and laughed, spinning the chair around while laughing. The short-tempered male was quick to retaliate, “I was trying to protect you from the demon bunny! Don’t laugh at me!” “It’s just…it’s just a video game. Mr.Hopps isn’t real.” The female wiped a tear from her eyes. She was right, he’s just a piece of code in a video game. There wasn’t anything for Chuuya, a mafia executive, to be scared of. It was still funny that he was though.
Soon enough, (Y/N) beat the game and ended the stream. Standing up and stretching, she asked, “So what food are you in the mood for?” But Chuuya was still recovering from the ending, he looked up at his girlfriend, “Y…You pick” “Aight, Chinese sound good?” “Sure” To be honest, Chuuya wasn’t thinking about food, he was still caught on the ending and how you barely flinched at the Giant Mr.Hopps, is it a streamer thing?
“Yo Chu, you good? …Hello? …Oh well, guess I’ll just help myself to the best wine in the cellar!” That snapped him out of it. “Don’t you dare” “Welcome back to planet Earth, Chu. I’m gonna order the food and if you want, we can play Mr.Hopps 2~” (Y/N) whispered the last bit in his ear and Chuuya tensed, “Count me out” He walked to the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the tv channels.
After placing the order and getting the food, (Y/N) and Chuuya were cuddling on the couch watching Iron Man 3. It was clear that both of you were beginning to get drowsy and so out of nowhere, Chuuya says, “You know, you were really sexy today when you kissed me in front of your fans.” “Thanks Chu, you were really cute today when we played Mr.Hopps. Your reactions were adorable and *yawn* I wouldn’t mind having you join me again.” (Y/N) closed her eyes as she began to doze off. The mafioso smiled at his cute girlfriend, turned the tv off, and carried her to their shared bedroom before crawling in next to her. “I wouldn’t mind it either.” And with that, the ginger fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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This ending was way softer than I expected it to be. Kinda derailed from my original idea
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It’s fine though, we all need some Chuuya fluff in our lives
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writingsbychlo · 1 year
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but since gwyn is living with Az, should she find out he cooks because she's a curious soul? and also, maybe she cooks with him? one day she and one day he, to balance things out and she knows how to keep a secret, she doesn't tell anyone Az's talents in the kitchen and also without questioning how he learned cooking 🥺
OH Y’ALL ARE IN A GWYNRIEL FRIENDSHIP MOOD TODAY??? my bad my bad let me just
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put the right hat on and get into it:
gwyn knowing exactly how good of a cook az is, they do a lot of cooking together, because that’s just when he opens up and talks, it ha how they started bonding in the first place, like truly bonding, once they lived together. it also makes it easier for each of them to talk because they don’t have to actually look at one another, just talk but focus on something else, y’know? it’s why/how he told her all about his mother, whom gwyn is actually very good friends with, by the way.
now, it’s because of this, that she knows az his hesitating. he’s been seeing this girl for almost a year now, and it’s serious, she knows it’s serious because azriel tells her all about it, all the time, and he’s whipped for her. he’s so stupid in love that when he talks about this girl even gwyn gets butterflies. but he won’t introduce them. “she’s important to me gwyn, I don’t want to scare her off by introducing her to the other important women in my life.” “all the others were threatened by you, what if she is too?” “I can’t lose this girl. just.. not yet.” and gwyn is fed up. because she knows that if you’re going to be scared and run off, better now then before azriel gets any deeper into this, when it would surely hurt more.
so she takes matters into her own hands. she finds your address after following azriel one night, and sends you a letter to come over one day when she knows azriel will be out almost all day. she invites his mother, too.
and when azriel comes home, and finds the mix scent of his mother, his best friend, and the girl he’s absolutely sure is the love of his life all mixed up behind the door, he panics.
but then he comes in, and you’re all sitting around the kitchen table with wine glasses and an almost empty snack tray, and he actually had to lean against the wall for support. gwyn has a look on her face, an “I told you it’d be fine” look, and he is still so nervous, maybe you’re faking it, but you don’t seem like you are. you’re comfortable, how long have you been here? what have you talked about? he has so many questions. he asks none of them. he just presses a kiss to the top of his mothers head in greeting, and then a matching one to gwyn’s head, because he might as well put all the cards on the table now anyway, and then kisses the top of your head too. you just smile at him, and his mother and gwyn both look at him as if to say “really? that’s how you greet your girlfriend?” he just shrugs a little.
“so, what have you been talking about? I’m sure all the most embarrassing things.”
“your mother was telling us all about little baby azriel.” gwyn teases, and az rolls his eyes but blushes.
“he was so good, such a quiet babe. he’s always been quiet.” his hands are resting on the back of your chair, and the teasing note in the air in the pause between his mothers words is so tangible it chokes him with anticipation. “maybe you’ll get lucky and your own babes will be as quiet.”
azriel feels his eyes go as wide as saucers, he feels like he can’t breathe, because of course he’s thought about it, but-
“not likely. according to my mother, I used to be a screamer.”
azriel bites his tongue so hard he winces in an effort not to say “used to be?” no, he’d save that little bit of teasing for when you were alone again, if you still wanted him after this unwarranted ambush by his best friend. his heart was beating so hard and fast it hurt. he needed to do something.
“how about I make us some dinner?” yes, perfect, he forcibly detracts himself from your chair and moved to the kitchen, beginning to cook slowly. there’s an odd pulling in his chest, he’s not sure why, and he rubs at it lightly as he faces his back to you all. he blames it on the stress of the sudden possible break up hanging like a sword over his head.
he cooks, finding making a meal while listening to the three most important women in his life chat oddly soothing, and he dares to dream that maybe, just maybe, this would one day be a regular thing for him. he serves it all up, and takes the final seat at the round table, between you and his mother, and gwyn winks at him from across.
“you made this?” you practically moan as you take a bite, and azriel doesn’t even get a chance to respond before his mother is puffing up with pride.
“I taught him everything he knows.”
“I can’t believe we order in all the time when you can cook like this.” he shrugs, and you take a bite, eyes narrowing on him for a second. “we don’t order in at all, do we? when you say you ‘picked something up on the way over’, you’re cooking it all at home and bringing it aren’t you. do you cook before I get here, too?”
“maybe.”
“you fiend.” you smack lightly at his arm, but the sparkle in your eyes tell him he’s not really in trouble, and gwyn snorts into her wine glass at the stupid look azriel knows he has on his face when you turn back to chat to his mother again. he isn’t even embarrassed. that odd sensation in his chest is back.
later, after gwyn swept his mother away to chat in the living room, and you refused to take no for an answer on helping him clean up, azriel finally breaks the silence. “are you mad?”
“a little bit.” but there’s a smile on your face when you turn to meet his eyes, and azriel is very confused. “I can’t believe you could cook like this, and you’ve been letting me think we were always ordering in to keep it fair!”
“what- no, not about the cooking.” your brows crease a little, as if you’re only just realising that azriel really is worried, he’s not just joking with you. “about.. gwyn. and my mother.”
“why would they make me mad? they’re delightful.”
“they are?” you step closer to him, and he swallows. “I mean, they’re delightful to me, but usually gwyn makes me seem.. like a cheater, or a liar, and during breakups, they always called me a ‘momma’s boy’. I don’t cheat, I’m not a liar, and I didn’t mean to hide it from you it’s just I was so scared you’d leave, but I won’t sacrifice them for–”
“azriel.” your voice is stern now, and he care barely meet you eye, staring at the floor tiles by your feet instead. “if you were the kind of man who gave up his best friend and relationship with his mother for a woman, you wouldn’t be the man I love.”
“I love you, too.” it was all he could whisper, still so scared there was more, there was a but he wouldn’t be able to escape.
“besides, I knew you had a female roommate.”
“since when?” he’d always been so careful..
“when we first met, you were carrying a bag full of romance novels and you smelled like a woman, and I thought ‘damn, I wish I had a boyfriend who’d buy me smutty novels for winter nights’. and then you saw me again, and you asked me out. you still smelled like that woman. and no matter how much you scrubbed before our dates, for a while, under the soap, that smell was always there. I figured, y’know, we’re not exclusive, maybe you’re seeing someone else too.”
“I would never do that, you were so special, you are so special–” you quieted him with a finger over his lips.
“then you invited me over, you said your ‘roommate’ was out of town for a few days. but your house was cleaned so throughly and so many candles were burning to create a nice smell like clean linen and spring flowers, and I knew. there was no way you chose those throw pillows and rug combinations, you once asked me what a throw pillow was, and there’s potpourri in your bathroom, and a set of three coats far too small for your shoulders. this whole house has a woman’s touch. I knew your roommate was a female, and you’d introduce me when you were ready. I was getting impatient, I’ll admit. I’ve been dying to meet the other people in your life.”
he was silent for a minute, two, nearly three, when he finally let out a raspy laugh. “you’ve known since our sixth date?”
“yes.”
“and you stayed with me, all that time? you didn’t care?” you stared at him, once again filled with confusion.
“of course I stayed, I trust you completely, you’ve more than proven your loyalty, countless times, az, I would never doubt you, or–” it was all too much; your words, the steady building intensity of that pull inside his chest, the promises on your tongue and the way you looked at him. he reached out, taking your cheeks on his hands and pulling you into him.
when his lips met yours in a kiss so full of emotion it almost drowned you both, something finally snapped. he gasped against your mouth, frozen in spot as something he’d never known was empty suddenly filled up inside him. he could feel your truth, your love, your affection, all of it. not just an instinct to trust you, but a knowledge of it.
“mates. we’re mates.” he mumbled, your fingers tightening in the material of his jumper as you cling to him.
“it would seem so.”
he kissed you again, and again, and again. wet cheeks sliding together as he cried, you cried, he didn’t know and didn’t care who, because your feelings were mingling down the bond now, permanently shared.
it was perfect, until someone cleared their throat.
gwyn stood in the door, smirk on her lips, quickly falling when she saw the tear marks. “oh, gods, was that a break up kiss? oh my, I can fix this, let me just–”
“mates.” it was all azriel could seem to choke out at that moment. eyes wide and still shining with tears, and his best friends eyes began to glitter two as they flicked between you both.
“really?” he only nodded.
he wasn’t sure what happened after that, just that gwyn had been a whirlwind, ushering his mother out of the house with a promise to escort her home because it was late, and maybe return late tomorrow, she has things to do. his mother had pinched his cheek after hugging him goodbye, tears in her eyes too, everyone was crying, and when he returned to you in the kitchen, you were mixing batter in a new bowl.
“what are you doing?”
“we never had dessert.” he was so stupid, the dots didn’t click, he was just so overwhelmed.
“what?”
“I’m making cookies.”
“what?”
“I’m making you something to eat, azriel.” you spelt it out slowly for him, and he went so still he felt every muscle lock up.
“you’re accepting me?”
“I’d rather die than have it be anyone else.” he only nodded, dumbly. “I’m not as good at cooking as you, though.”
“I’d eat a handful of dirt if you handed it to me right now.” you laughed, but he hated to admit that he really wasn’t joking.
“we’re going to talk about all that deception with the meals later. after. at some point.” your words trailed off, before you suddenly snapped back, mixing quickly at the bowl on the counter. he moved, pressing himself up behind you until his nose was in your hair.
“do you think it counts if we just eat the dough? I mean, it’s still food that you made, right?”
“uh– well, I suppose.” he scooped some up on his finger, putting a dollop of the sugary mix into his mouth and swallowing quickly.
“perfect, I loved it. great dessert.” his hands were on your hips, spinning you, shadows swiping things out of the way urgently in the counters so he could place you atop them and step between your thighs. “now, about a little comment you made earlier…”
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Always Happens (L.A)
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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Black reader
Summary: Levi and the reader have a dating routine. (Modern au)
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ Smut (Fingering, creampies, unprotected sex {use protection y'all}, slight dom!Levi, brat tamer!Levi, slight blood, scratching) drinking, it's a lot lol
A/N: First time writing for Levi, I usually don't write for 2D characters, but they run my life now so might as well.
Minors DNI
This always seemed to happen.
It was a normal night. Y/n wanted to go out for dinner. She begged Levi to take her out. She did her hair, got her nails done, and even put on his favorite dress that he liked her in. All in hopes that he'd come home and make her wish come true.
Levi could be stubborn. Especially when all he wanted was to come home and spend the night with his girlfriend in his arms. He didn't find it necessary to spend money out when he could cook her food right at home. It was stupid to get all dressed up when he knows it's going to end up off of them at the end of the night. However, he indulges his girl when she gets in her mood. It's something about wanting to be romantic. There's nothing romantic about how their nights usually go.
"Levi the reservations are for eight." She reminded him from the doorway of his home office.
He stopped typing on his computer. "And we'll get there at eight." He responded with a slight eye roll. "I'm almost done anyway." He resumed.
It was her turn to roll her eyes. "You couldn't have finished that at work?" She looked at the clock on the wall.
"Y/n, come here." He said without looking up.
That tone. It was the tone he got when she had struck a nerve. Nevertheless, she followed his command and ended up right next to him.
He crooked his finger for her to bend to face him. Then he snatched her face between his thumb and his other fingers. "Don't make me have to cancel our plans love, I won't hesitate to do so. Especially if it means I get to punish you." He whispered in that dark voice that always sent shivers down her back.
"Okay?" He asked in a sweeter voice.
Y/n shifted her legs, "Okay." She whimpered. She felt like a well-known puddle was forming between them.
"Good, now go put on the heels that I like." He released her after placing a soft kiss on her puffed lips.
She gave him a glare that she was sure he couldn't see. Turning around, she silently mocked his words.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" She scurried to their shared bedroom.
A small smirk graced Levi's lips. At this point, he was just messing with her. He'd planned on stopping right after she got her heels on.
"Lev! I have them on now!"
He looked up from the computer to see her in the heels. They made her noticeably taller than him, which is why he loved them on her. The way they accentuated her long legs drove him crazy. When she wore them, all he could think about was getting in between her legs.
"Good, we can go now." He got out of his chair and made his way to her. He wrapped his arm around her.
"Finally!" She huffed. "Ow!"
Levi pinched her side. "Don't be a brat."
_
Once they got to the restaurant it was packed. They luckily got a reservation, however, the table was right next to the bar. It was a quiet restaurant for the most part. The loudest part was the bar because of the TVs and chatting around.
Y/n had underestimated how chilly it was in the place. Levi gave her his suit jacket to cover up with while they sat. They ordered and dinner was going soothingly until Levi's phone had started going off. He was in the middle of kissing the palm of her hand that had cupped his cheek.
"No Lev, no work." She frowned.
"Love I have to take this, It's Erwin, I can't decline my boss." He took a look at the caller ID. His face softened when she took her hand away from his.
"You can if it's almost nine o'clock at night."
"Y/n-"
"Just go." She picked up her fork to start picking at her plate. She wasn't even hungry anymore, she'd taken more than enough bites to suffice her for the night.
Levi excused himself to talk privately outside. Meanwhile, the bar hosted more than too many drunks. One of which came over to talk to Y/n.
"Who would leave such a fine woman by herself? Man's gotta be crazy." The tall brown-haired man slurred.
Y/n faked a smile and gave the driest laugh she had.
"James." He reached his hand out for her to shake.
She shook his hand but retracted it as soon as she could. "My boyfriend is just on a business call, he'll be back."
The man smelled of liquor and was visibly sweaty. "Business should wait when you got a beauty like you waiting."
Again she laughed dryly. "Well ya know, gotta keep the bills paid- you should probably leave before he gets back, he can get a temper." She saw him from the corner of her eyes approaching the table.
"Nah, it's nothing I can't handle."
"Is that so?" Levi's stoic grey eyes pierced into James's back.
The man turned around and nearly hollered out a laugh. Y/n let out a sigh and moved both hers and Levi's plates out the way.
"This is who I'm supposed to be scared of? Who let a kid into the bar area?" He snorted.
This always seems to happen.
No matter what day, time, or place, a random man always seemed to fall victim to Levi. This particular man got his throat chopped. Levi's movements were swift and they barely would've caused a scene had the man not hit the table on his way down to the ground.
Gasps were heard all around and the waiters went to tend to the fallen man. All while Levi took his seat with his signature emotionless face.
Y/n gave them a sympathetic smile, "Check please."
_
"You know I hate when you do that."
The front door was slammed shut.  Levi followed after his fuming girlfriend. He hid the smirk that was itching to form. He liked when she got like this and gave him something to tame.
"Okay, next time I'll let him be a slimy asshole."
"Next time don't leave me at the table by myself!" She sat on the edge of the bed. She threw one of her heels at him.
Levi caught the heel and tossed it to the side. "What a brat." He starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I take you to dinner, save you from unwanted advances, and you throw your shoes to repay me?"
"Levi-" She gulped as his shirt fell from his body, leaving his abs on display.
"Shut up. I'm tired and all I wanted today was to come home and hold you, but no, I had to take the princess out to dinner, so now you're going to sit there and take what I give you. Understand?" He lightly pushed her.
Y/n fell on her back. Her leg's automatically opened on their own which caused him to smirk. Her dress rode up to her waist, exposing her to him.
"You like when I'm rough with you, don't you?" His fingers ghosted over her inner thigh. "Like when I treat you like a slut?"
Y/n nodded with a whimper. "Please touch me." She grabbed his hand to press it to her hot center.
He slapped her hand away, but let two fingers glide over her panty-covered pussy. "Tsk, I didn't say you could touch me." Levi sat on the side of Y/n and stuck his hand down her panties.
"I'm sorry I just-" He cut her off with a kiss.
"I know lovely, I know." He stroked her clit.
Her moans were broken up by his pink lips on hers. One of her hands grasped some of his raven-black strands. She loved when he got in these moods. It always ended so nicely for her.
"Oh fuck." She moaned when he stuck two slender fingers in her aching pussy. "Lev! I need you. Please fuck me." She begged as he started a torturously slow pace.
Levi smiled and rested his forehead against hers. "You beg so prettily." His thumb strummed her clit while his fingers plunged at her warm walls. "Let go and I'll give you what you want."
"Yeah?" She moaned.
"Yeah."
Her face contorted and her body began to shake. "Fuck! Levi!" She clutched his wrist. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Levi kissed her cheek while his fingers worked her through her orgasm. She clenched around him so tight. It had his dick twitching in his pants.
He pulled his fingers out and examined the sticky substance covering them. "Messy girl." He shoved them in her mouth and she audibly moaned against them. His other hand worked to get out of his pants and boxers.
"You've been such a good girl, my love." He placed a kiss on her parted lips. "Let me take care of you." He pushed into her slowly. A slight gasp left her lips and she clung to him by digging her nails into his naked back. He moaned into her ear and gripped the sheets of the bed. "Baby- fuck."
He sat up a little and planted his knees on the bed. He pressed open mouth kisses to the side of her legs while he sped up his pace. His dick punched at her cervix. The pleasure had her crying out.
She pulled at her perky nipples and rolled them between her fingers. "It feels so good Lev! Don't stop!" She cried out.
His eyes kept in contact with her contorting face. They watched as her head thrashed around and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Look at me." He demanded.
Y/n tried to focus her eyes on him, but all she could see was pure white. She felt the stretch of her walls. She heard the squelching of her wet pussy milking his dick.
"I said look at me, brat." Levi pulled her up so she was on his lap. Their foreheads touched as Levi held her hips to his, but moved her back and forth.
Her hands tangled in his short hair. Y/n took some control by grinding her hips against his. His pelvis rubbed deliciously over her swollen clit.
"I'm gonna cum!" She shouted.
Levi groaned in the crook of her neck. "Let me fill you up love, please." He pressed her back into the mattress and started to rut into her. "Please," he chanted in her ear.
She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but nothing came out. She clawed at Levi's back for stability as her orgasm hit her 10 times harder than before.
Levi groaned and pinned her hands above her head. Her tight walls squeezed him so hard that his hips stuttered, but he pushed all the way inside before he shot his load deep into her.
Levi collapsed to the side of her. Y/n fingernails were bloody and she realized she had drawn blood from his pale skin. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Her eyes widened and she looked over at him.
Levi laid on his back with his eyes closed. "For what?"
"I made you bleed. Let me get some antiseptic." She moved to get up.
His eyes opened when he realized she had actually gotten up. She came back with some cleansing medical cloths and bandaids.
"Turn over."
"Did I get blood on the sheets?"
"You were gonna change them anyway." She wiped the scratches.
"Yeah, but I have to use special detergent to get the blood out." He grumbled.
She placed the bandages on the wound. "There. All done. Sorry." She kissed his shoulder.
He hadn't even felt the scratches until she treated them. His smile was hidden, but she knew it was there. He kissed the back of her hand and she sighed dreamily.
This always happened, but they weren't complaining.
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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 29
Chapter 28 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  
*Macie POV*
 I leave the bathroom after getting dressed. Jake's on the computer looking up the clues we've gotten. I see him concentrating and it makes me feel bad for what I did. I can't get it out of my head that he's grieving for Hannah, but he suppresses it.    "How are you holding up?" I ask, sitting up on the bed.    "I'm still looking for clues…" I hear him sigh.     I nod and look at my phone. As if I expected Richy to text me that it was all a lie. But he's not going to.
 Because it doesn't suit him.
 Exactly. After calming down and watching the looped videos and then Jessy's, there were a lot of differences. Richy's attack didn't make sense, why? For going into the forest? Ha... A stupid rule, knowing that our beloved The Man Without a Face had already made mistakes. He never appeared on camera like he did with Jessy, and I highly doubt it was because he didn't have the mask on. And the blood… The more I looked at it, the more it amused me. I almost laugh in front of Jake. At first he obviously caught me off guard because I don't like to see blood and I had put my feelings more than reason. Something I shouldn't have done. This time I won't let it happen.    "I'm hungry…" I comment trying to get rid of my anger with Richy now. I hadn't had any dinner and after resting after the headache, my stomach had woken up.    "Right, I forgot." Jake turns to see me. "I'm used to going days without eating." He approaches his backpack and takes a sandwich out of it. "It's not much, but it's what I bought at the bus station."    "Thank you" I accept and look at him. Just looking at it makes my mouth water. ", I'm a little sorry that I can't cook something here…"     Jake laughs, returning to the chair.    “I think that's what I missed the most” he says as he types. "At least, thanks to you, I ate well for a while."    “What's up? Did the doctor not feed you or what?" I ask, eating slowly.    "She was stricter than you."    "And... and she was pretty?" I ask, an annoyed tone in my voice.    "Who?"    "The doctor, who else?"     Jake turns around again and raises an eyebrow, looking at me curiously.    "And what is that question about?    "For...forgetting a bit about before, I don't know," I answered, not wanting to say that it bothered me that another woman had seen his face. Or maybe I was worried. I didn't know if that woman was trustworthy.     Jake puts down the computer and sits next to me. He had an almost proud smile on his face.    "Well, each person has a type," he begins to explain "and the truth is that I didn't even notice if she was pretty or not."    "Because you were badly hurt?"    "Because I already found my type." he answers, looking at me intensely.     I sigh when I see how he looks at me. His words make me lose myself in my thoughts, thinking what type is that.    "And you, Macie?" He asks me, curious.     I bite my lip looking at him. I've known for a long time.    "You don't have to ask me." I replied, extending my hand to his and with my little finger, lame in his.     Jake ends up taking my hand. He squeezed me lovingly.    "And don't worry, I'm not the doctor type." He fondly strokes my cheek with his free hand, a sweet smile. His whispering voice gives me goose bumps.    "And how do you know that?" I ask, controlling my breathing as I have him close "I'm sure you make a lot of impressions on women..."    "Because she has a girlfriend."     I blink. One. Two. Three times. I blush with embarrassment at being jealous now. Jake laughs when he sees my face and I get angry.    "Go back to work, now." I told him, pushing him out of bed.    "Are you jealous?" He asks me, I can't move him a bit. He's using my words against me. “You should focus on the investigation, Macie."     I go to answer him and my phone rings. I take it from the table and see that it is the group.    “End of break.” I tell him.    "I'll keep looking." He gets up from the bed, going back to the computer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Lilly Guys? How are we gonna go on now? Should we go to the hut that Richy rented for us? Macie I don’t think Richy even got round to that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Honestly, I'm not even sure about it but… why would you want to rent and then do this? I look at Jake, hurt. I don't want to tell him. First we have to find Hannah.
 Jessy doesn't want to go to the hut without Richy. I imagined. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Cleo To be honest, I can’t leave Duskwood with a clear conscience right now But I have to ask you for something, Macie, so that we can continue I want you to reveal everything to us that you and Jake have found out There can’t be any more secrets ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 It is understandable, we have hidden many things that we know, putting them at risk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Macie I knew you’d ask that one day Cleo And I want to ask you something else I want you to add Jake to our group. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 What? Why does she want to bring Jake into the group? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Macie And why? Cleo It's a little hard to explain He owes us I mean, I can only speak for myself, but I think the others feel similarly I trust you Macie And I want to stay in Duskwood to find Hannah, and now Richy But only knowing half the truth all the time and knowing that there are things that are deliberately being kept secret from me That’s really hard for me I want to carry trusting you so we can get our friends back But I need to know everything in order to do that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Her words hurt a little. With everything that's happened, she's already starting to doubt me. The problem is, I don't know if Jake is going to want to, would he accept? I really would like him to be part of our group and for him to be able to talk to my friends, get to know them. I think it would even be another small step.
 I reply to Cleo that I was going to try, getting out of bed.
 I put my hand on Jake's shoulder to get his attention.    "Jake?" I call him with a worried voice.    "What happened Macie?" He turns quickly in his chair and I'm surprised.    "Nothing, calm down" I tried to calm him down and he relaxed. "The others are questing us to reveal the results of our investigations and I told them that I’d have to talk to you about it first."      He doesn’t answer. He looks down, tensing, suspicious.    “I can kind of understand them, Jake.” I squat down, taking his hand. Perhaps by appearing a bit shorter, trying to show sympathy, he may agree. He has also manipulated me a bit to make me trust him, why deny it now? If in the end I ended up doing everything his way. Now is mu turn. "I know you don't trust them.” He makes a throaty noise, annoyed. He looks away, preventing him from convincing him. ". But you trust me" I force him to look at me, bringing my hand to his face, moving it gently "and I’m sure we'll benefit from it too.” He crosses his arms, still doubtful. Okay, I'll use the heavy artillery ". Do it for me." I smile a little, looking at him with innocent eyes.     He gets up from his chair and begins to walk in the room. I sit up and look at him. Thinking.    "Alright" I hear how he complains under his breath when he answers. He clearly couldn't resist in the end. ". You may share the results of our investigations with them."    "You won't regret it." I replied quickly.    "I hope so..." he replies, a little unsure.     I start to touch the phone. Now comes the biggest.    "And... There's something else..." I bite my lip, nervous. I don't know how well this can turn out.     He wait for me to continue. I sigh deeply.    "Would bad would it be for you to join the group chat?"     He turns to look at the ceiling, raising his hand to his face. I know there's a lot at stake, but the group also wants to feel safe and they don't know Jake. They've been pointing at him from the start, this could be good for everyone.    "I should have seen it coming..." he answers annoyed.    "I can't do this without you" I walk over to him and take his hand, seeking support "and to be honest, it's important to me that you get along with others…please?"     Jake looks down at me. Again I see how he softens when he sees me. He brushes my hair and I lean into his hand, smiling up at him.    "If that is your wish, Macie, then we will do it together." He gives me a smile, but it's gone immediately, as if he remembered something. "But I have a favor to ask of you.    "That’s only fair."     I see him doubting whether to tell me. But in the end he looks at me determined.     "You need to remove Richy from the group chat." Little by little, I change my expression. It was a curious thing to ask for. "We must expect Richy's cell to be in the culprit’s hands now. Therefore he might be able to read all chats that Richy is involved in." a wave of fear hits me. So he must know about Cleo's request by now! He must have read that she wants Jake in the group! "And under those circumstances, we cannot reveal the results of investigations."    "I understood." I reply without hesitating for a second. Jake is surprised at my quick response. He nods calmly, smiling.    “Thanks Macie.” I smile at him and he goes back to the computer, getting ready. "You can take all the time you need."     Quickly, I enter the group and eliminate Richy from it. I won't risk our investigation or Jake.    “Done.” I tell him, sitting up on the bed, getting ready.    "I thought you'd need more time." He looks at me again, surprised.    "You said it yourself, the culprit may be reading the conversation." I reply as I write the same thing to them. "I'm not risking it all."     I hear Jake's chuckle. I noticed that he seemed somewhat shaky.    "Okay… Now comes the most difficult part."    "You'll do fine." I try to encourage him.     I see how he nods and I notice that he has joined the group. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Macie Guys this is Jake *Jake POV*
 I want to seem like the calm guy that I appear to be, the one who can have everything under control… Oh, well, almost everything.
 I couldn't say no to Macie's request. Her way of asking it of her has made me surrender to her. She needs me on this. And perhaps in this way I can clear up the doubts of the group that believes that I am guilty of the kidnapping of my sister. Ah, but it's better not to go into those details in the group, this is not the time to tell the truth, it would cause more problems than help.
 The first to greet me is Lilly, and a nervous smile spreads across my face. I had never talked to her and I wasn't angry about my part in what she did either. Although maybe a little yes with what she did with Macie, but I can understand her. I have the same feeling as when I first met Hannah, happiness to meet my sister.
 Jessica greets me in a friendly way, and Cleo welcomes me.
 Obviously it wasn't going to be that easy being in this group, Dan demands that I clarify how I know that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Jake I am accountable to none. Dan You are to me Whatever it is you’re about to tell us As long as I don’t know how all of this came to be, I won’t be able to believe one word of it Macie Dan, could you please stop that? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 I read Macie's words and turn when I see her. She looks angrily at the screen. Pretty annoying. Until now she has been defending me all this time, even when I was hiding the truth from her. Maybe it's time she knew how I found out about Hannah's kidnapping. And for that, I will have to entrust it to the group as well. She told me that it was important to her and I will do that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Jake It's okay, Macie. Some time ago, I would have probably not told you this under any condition. But I would like to change my mind, thanks to Macie ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 I hear a small laugh. Macie. I'm thankful that I'm turning my back, because now I'm on fire and, surely, I'm blushing for saying this.
 I explain that I was on the phone with Hannah when it happened, because she had asked me for help without knowing why. As an older brother, I couldn't refuse even though I broke off contact with her many years ago. If my sister needed me, I would be there for her. I still remember her relieved face when I called her. That and the one that she made scared, are the faces that I will not be able to forget.    "You had a video call?" I hear Macie ask me, even though she writes it.    "Yes."    "Oh…"    "What happen?    "I was thinking, if we hadn't met face to face" she looked at him while she spoke, attentive "would you have done it with me too?"    "I'm sorry, that would be too risky" I answer, a little uncomfortable ". Hannah was a special reason."    "Uh...I see..."    "Does it bother you?"    "No, no, I'm fine" she answers, not caring ". It was just out of curiosity."     I smiled at her jealousy. She wouldn't admit it either.
 I'm telling Hannah was attacked from behind. I can still hear her in my head screaming my name and for me to help her. I couldn't do anything but warn them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Jake I'm a hacker wanted by the government. My pursuers invested a lot of time and money to finally be able to catch me. Contacting you was ultimately my only way of helping Hannah. At the same time, I couldn't risk raising suspicions that I might be involved in all of this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 I read the words that I have sent. I want to be honest with them for Macie. I'm already telling them enough about myself, something I shouldn't and that worries me.    “You're risking too much…” Macie comments. I can hear pain in her voice.    "It’s okay," I reply, "I'm trusting them...”   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Dan Tsk, that went really well 👍 Jake But my conscience didn’t allow me to just turn my back on Hannah. And when Thomas was sent the number of Macie , I contacted her immediately. I knew straighaway that she would play a key part. What part exactly, however, I do know to this day. Jessica So that's what happened Macie Even I didn't know that   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 I hear Macie's footsteps coming towards me. I look at her and see that she is frowning.    "No more secrets..." she tells me, squeezing the phone tightly.    "Alright."     Macie sighs and types on her cell phone, but she decides to talk too. It's clear that she wants to look at my face as I answers her questions. It's a bit ridiculous, if we come to think of it, we're both in the same room and we text each other. But if we want others to know it, we have to write it down too. She sits down at the table so she can look at my face as she questions me.    "Was there anyone else with Hannah?" She finishes writing to ask me.    "Had there been another person in Hannah’s vicinity, I probably would not have been able to see them due to angle at which Hannah was holding her cell phone" I explained, remembering the scene. In loop ". But I believe her to have been alone. There was in any case, nothing to make me believe that there was anyone else present. "     Macie nods, thinking about the next question. I already know what face she makes when she's going to do it.    "Would another person would have been able to see you?    "I don't think so." I reply quickly. Even where I was, it was dark, with the simple light of the computer.    "How exactly was Hannah attacked?"    "Alas, I cannot tell you." I scratch the back of my neck, trying to think if I saw anything in particular "I did not see the object the attacker used."     After the questions, Macie hugs me.    "Thank you for telling me about it" she whispers to me, "and I'm sorry it was hard on you."     After listening to her, I hug her tightly. I have hidden so many things from her that I don't know how she can continue to trust me. I appreciate it too much.    "You had to ask," I replied, then pulled away a bit.    She brushes my bangs off my forehead and kiss me. I close my eyes feeling warm with that kiss. Then she caresses my face and we return to the conversation.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Jake Then we can begin. Jessica Can I go home first? Sorry I didn't say it earlier 😕   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    "Is that okay with you?" Macie looks at me sadly. “She's been busy helping us find the car files."    "Yeah, that's fine with me" he replied, smiling at her. I don't want to argue about her friend either, there's a lot of work to do and I have to prepare everything.
     She goes back to bed and I go looking for clues. I get the chat alert. Dan still doesn't trust me. I had put the chat notice for a moment. I was afraid that after telling my version of the day of the kidnapping, someone would take advantage of telling it somewhere.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Dan I still don’t trust that guy Macie And why not? 😩 Dan We can't prove any of the stuff he’s been saying Just though I’d mention it He’s sort of your hacker I don’t know, don’t ask me   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    <<I'm her hacker…>> I let out a laugh. ‘He’s sort of your hacker.' Sounds better than all the things that have called me now.    "That laugh?" She asks me     I remove the chat notice and the spyware. I think everything is fine for now.    "For nothing" I replied, examining everything we have "We'd better go through our files, get ready. "    "Yeah, it's going to be a pretty long morning." I hear her sigh.
     We remain silent, concentrated. From time to time I look at her, still worried about what happened this morning. She seems like she's recovered fast enough to continue this.
 I'm still surprised that she was able to watch Richy's video often. It didn't seem like a good idea to me... I hope it didn't affect her.  Jessica returns and we begin with our exposition of the events that have occurred so far, showing the clues we have. No one knew that Hannah had depression. They are just as surprised as I am. Even Lilly and she's her sister. Macie tries to calm them down, wanting neither of them to feel guilty.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Macie Please don't worry about not knowing It's not unusual to keep it a secret... Thomas But I could have helped her We would all have helped her And I’d have had the chance to understand what was going on with her Macie It was her choice, Thomas. I can understand Hannah   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 I worry as I read her words and look at her.    "Are you sure you're alright?" I ask nervously.    "Yes, don’t worry." She smiles at me to calm me down.    "Then why do you say you understand her?"     Macie stares at the ground, avoiding my gaze.    “It's not…exactly the same as Hannah,” she says slowly. "Let's say that before I didn't like people watching me all the time, asking me how i was, if I was okay, if I needed to talk about it... "    "Does it mean that I overwhelm you by asking if you feel bad?"    "No, not anymore, it was a few years ago" She smiles at me to calm me down ". Let's continue with the chat. "     I nod, returning to the screen. I don't want her to happen like with Hannah and not be able to do anything to help her.
 We show the conversation between Hannah and her psychiatrist. We all have it clear: The worst psychiatrist that exists. We focused on the theme of the incident when Hannah was a child, that this same man from that incident was following her, and that she wasn't alone back then. It doesn't seem like anyone says anything.
 The mysterious Jennifer. We get to the point and I ask who told Macie. But silence. It was Richy who gave us her name: Jennifer Manson. But it wasn't her real name either. Jennifer Hanson. I found her name looking in the old Duskwood news and Jessica spoke to her mother Iris, getting the address of her car. And something happens.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 Thomas Wait  Jessy Jessica ? Thomas You went to Hannah's car? Jessica Uh yes Thomas Where was it? Jessica In front of her house? Macie What's up, Thomas?  Thomas When Jake first got us all into this group chat and said Hannah was in danger I drove to her immediately Richy was there and said Hannah wasn't in her apartment. He had already rang the doorbell He had read what Jake had written… But what I’m trying to get at is that Hannah’s car wasn’t there!   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    "Jake!" Macie exclaims excitedly "This is important!"     "Yeah, that's what I think." I look closely at Thomas's words.     “I didn’t know we’d get new information."     Indeed, this is interesting. I never thought we would end up discovering this detail from them.
 Dan starts to feel bad and we leave for a moment.    "What do you think of the car?" I ask Macie, curious about her theory.    “I think the kidnapper didn't want the car found in any particular area” Macie says, thinking "The bad thing is that right now that car isn't much help to us. Who knows how many prints there must be on that car?"    “And more if your friend Jessica has enter on it after they used it before her."    "Yeah…" she sighs, raising a hand to her head "If I'd known before, I could have stopped her" I hear her get up and sit down at the table, to talk to me. ". The positive thing is knowing that she talked to Iris."     I nod and cross my arms. I need a coffee for this break.    "Do you want me to buy you something?" Macie asks me, as if she's read my mind.    "The truth is that a coffee wouldn't hurt me." I answered with a smile.    "Then wait, I'll be here in a heartbeat." She jumps down from the table, reaching for her bag ". I'll be right back."    "Don't worry, I'm not moving from here." I joked before she left.     Well, for now everything seems to be going well.
Chapter 30
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daechwitatamic · 1 year
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WWH Drabbles: ALSO FOR CHAPTER 4!!!!!! We cannot forget about the movie night PLEASE, THIS ONE IS A FAV!!! What was he thinking??
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What Was Hidden
POV Drabble #6: Not Afraid to Lie
WC: 3k
Warnings: language, angst, Taehyung is an idiot but wbk
The request: By @pamzn and this anon!
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A/N: These scenes are from Chapter 4! :) Throwback to when I posted this without context because this is how my brainstorming went (:
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Anyway, please enjoy!
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Taehyung was hoping he’d see you over the weekend, but considering you’d been sick he hadn’t really had his hopes up. When his longtime friend Leslie texts him to hang out, he doesn’t think twice about it.
He and Leslie were friends going back to elementary school; their dads were business partners, and they’d spent many weekend evenings in the tv room at Taehyung’s house, staying out of the way while the adults talked. They’d been close through middle school - Leslie helping Taehyung with homework almost daily, and Taehyung elbowing his friends to shut them up when they talked about Leslie in the way the middle school boys tend to do. 
The protective roles did two things for them. Firstly, it cemented their friendship. Secondly, it cemented them as only friends, deep in “basically siblings” territory. By high school, they were wing-manning for each other, swapping gossip and homework but nothing else. When they realized they both had been accepted to the same university, they’d laughed; it was exactly the kind of serendipitous thing that had followed their friendship for over a decade already.
Taehyung enjoyed Leslie and her friendship - she was strong, and bold, and didn’t take shit from anyone. Taehyung had always felt that, between the two of them, she was the stronger one, emotionally. 
He’d just never seen her that way. And if she had… she’d never let him know. 
And things had been off with them for a while. They’d spent the first few years at college spending tons of time together - attending the same parties, eating meals together in the caf, studying at the library. But slowly those hang-outs had fizzled, and then their texts grew less frequent. Taehyung had no idea why, but Leslie wasn’t big on talking about feelings, so he’d not pushed it. When she texted him to hang out, he’d jumped at the chance, hoping it was a move back towards how things used to be.
So when Seokjin pokes his head into the living room to tell them he invited “Bridget and Company” over to watch a movie that night, Taehyung doesn’t think anything of it. 
They order dinner instead of cooking that night. Taehyung and Leslie eat up in his room; he sits at his desk, her on his floor. They talk shit, music playing, until the food is gone. Then they venture downstairs for drinks. 
“Taehyung,” Jin says, “will you take the garbages out before the girls come over? They don’t need to know how gross we are.”
Taehyung eyes the garbage can and the recycling can next to it; both nearly overflow. 
“I’ll take the recycling,” Leslie offers, “so you only have to carry one bag.”
Now Taehyung can’t say no without looking like an ass, so he bags up the garbage and the recycling both, handing Leslie the lighter bag. They go out the back door and down the wooden steps, around the side of the house.
“Thanks,” Taehyung tells her, after hoisting the heavy garbage bag into the receptacle. 
“Don’t mention it,” Leslie says easily. “So, is your new girlfriend coming over tonight?”
“If you say something stupid like that and scare her away, I will end you,” Taehyung tells her seriously. Leslie laughs from her belly, low and full. 
“She’s not my girlfriend anyway,” Taehyung grumps, leading them back up the steps. “We’re barely even talking.”
“Are you gonna, like, abandon me to go cuddle?” Leslie teases.
“Are you going to be a menace all night?” Taehyung retorts. 
He can practically feel her grin through the darkness, pleased at having pushed his buttons. 
Taehyung steps back into the kitchen to find Jin helping the girls get drinks. You spot him and smile, raising a hand in greeting. 
“Hey!” Taehyung says. Your smile flickers like a lightbulb that might go out, and then steadies. 
Weird.
Taehyung leads Leslie back in to the living room, where Jungkook and Jimin are arguing over what movie to play. Taehyung plops in his normal spot on the couch, the one he always occupies when it’s just the guys at home. Leslie perches next to him, naturally, since she’s his friend. 
Yoongi leads Kiko out of the kitchen and they sit near each other on the bigger sofa. Beside him, Leslie turns her phone to show Taehyung a stupid meme. He rolls his eyes, laughing. She leans against him, tucking her feet up on the couch to keep them warm. This is all so routine, so normal, that Taehyung barely notices as he shifts his arm over her shoulders to be more comfortable.
“That guy from my chem class just dm’ed me,” she murmurs, looking at her phone. “What do I say?”
Taehyung peers at her screen with her, watching as she tries to navigate the conversation, and almost misses when you and Bridget enter the room, taking the other two spots on the big couch. 
When he does notice, he tries to catch your eye - ready to wave, ask how your day was, ask if you’re feeling better. You don’t look his way, instead turning to talk so quietly to Bridget that Taehyung can’t catch a word. 
As the movie plays, Taehyung continues to try. You keep your eyes on the screen, your chin lifted just a touch too high, defensive. That’s the detail that strikes Taehyung, the thing that tips him off that you aren’t just super into the plot. He looks down at Leslie, who quirks an eyebrow at him. 
She taps her phone and opens a note, typing, ‘she mad at you???’
Taehyung shrugs imperceptibly. Carefully, as to not be detected, he reaches for the phone and slides it onto his own leg.
‘No idea why…’ he types. 
Leslie makes a very Leslie face, one that says, I have a theory.
Taehyung responds to this silent with his own raised eyebrow. She shakes her head but reaches for the phone again, erasing his sentence and typing, ‘you should talk to her later’.
At one point, you turn and your gaze snags on Taehyung’s for just a second. His heart jumps - is now his chance? But you turn away before he can so much as smile, determinedly training your eyes on the tv screen again.
What the fuck, Taehyung thinks, growing frustrated. He runs through the last day in his head; he’s sure he hadn’t said anything stupid.
When you get up, sometime after Yoongi and Kiko disappear down to the basement, Taehyung almost knocks Leslie off the couch in his rush to follow. He needs answers. He’s fine with a silent treatment if he deserves it, but he has no idea what he’d done to piss you off.
When he enters the kitchen behind you, you turn to see who it is. When you spot him, you make a wry half-smile. “Hey,” you say, turning away again. “Am I in your way?”
“No…” Taehyung says slowly. He’s not sure what game you’re playing - you literally ignored him all night, and now you’re acting super casual? “Y/N… are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”
His voice comes out wrong. It’s too plaintive, too vulnerable. He shifts, tries to get it together. 
When you turn to look at him, you look genuinely surprised by his question. “What? Of course not.”
Of course not? Then what the fuck is going on?
“You haven’t talked to me all night,” he points out. “You won’t even look at me.”
“I’m trying not to mess things up for you!” you retort, expression sliding a little closer to angry. “How do you think it would look to your girl if I did all that? I’ve dropped guys for less.”
It, honest-to-god, takes Taehyung almost a full minute to figure out what girl you’re talking about. He starts mentally flipping through the girls in his classes, wondering if you’d seen him talking about schoolwork with one of them and got the wrong idea. Then, it hits him. Leslie? Absolutely the hell not.
“She’s not my girl,” he protests. “We aren’t - ugh!” He breaks off, hearing how defensive he sounds. He needs to calm down. Did you really think he’d be that shitty? Is that what you think he’s like? He takes a quick breath, tries to give an explanation. “That’s… not what this is. It’s really not.”
He’s no good with words. He doesn’t know how to express the nature of this friendship, that there’s no threatening element here. 
You, infuriatingly, just shrug. “It’s not my business, Taehyung.”
Just like you’d texted him after the night he got too drunk at the bar with you. And Taehyung might not be good with putting his thoughts and feelings into words, but he’s good at understanding - and he’s understanding you perfectly. “It’s not my business” means “it can’t hurt me”, and he’s not going to stand here and let you get away with that. Not when he knows it’s bullshit.
“That’s your favorite line, huh?” he retorts, crossing his arms. 
“It is when it’s true,” you say calmly - and that pisses him off even more, that you’re calm and unbothered while he’s simmering with fury. He wants to tell you to drop the act, cut the crap, and be honest. 
If you won’t, he will. He makes sure he has eye contact before he says - matching your calm, even tone - “I’m not sleeping with Leslie, Y/N.”
You blink at him in silence, and for a second he feels victorious, like he got through to you, battled past that thick outer wall and made it inside. Then he watches that cold look of yours, the one you sported the whole night he’d met you, as it takes over your face.
“Good for you,” you say flatly. “I don’t know why you feel the need to tell me that.”
Fuck, he’s so mad!
“Based on how you’ve acted all night, apparently I do need to tell you that!” he shouts, and you both turn to check the doorway, to see if his outburst carried. No one from the living room stirs, and you turn back to him, that same cold expression in place.
“You don’t,” you say, shaking your head to emphasize. “There’s nothing going on with you two? Great. There’s nothing going on with us, either. I don’t care what you do.”
Taehyung feels himself take a step backwards and wills himself into stillness. 
This is the fucked up part - he knows it’s a lie. He knows you felt everything he did - at the diner, when he’d video-called you, at tutoring, at the bar. It was starting, he hadn’t imagined it.
So now I know you’re not afraid to lie, he thinks. 
He refuses to play this game with you. There’s nothing going on? Fine. There’s nothing going on.
“Cool,” he says, as tonelessly as he can manage. “Glad we sorted that out.”
He doesn’t give you time to process or react, just turns and retreats back. Most of the occupants of the living room ignore him, but Leslie is looking, and Leslie is sharp. 
“Were you yelling?” she whispers, as he settles back onto the couch next to her, temper still riled up and heart pounding.
He cuts his eyes at her, illogically mad that her presence is what made things fall apart. 
“She thinks we’re… a thing. Wouldn’t listen when I said it isn’t true,” he mutters, eyes on his legs.
Leslie gives him a long, searching look that he can’t, or doesn’t want to, decipher.
“I think I’d like to go home,” she murmurs, her voice incredibly quiet and gentle - very, very unlike her. For this reason, and this reason alone, Taehyung nods slowly instead of pushing the issue. 
“I’m driving Leslie home,” he says to whoever cares enough to listen, reaching for a jacket as he nears the front door. Leslie follows him out to the car, waiting patiently by the passenger side door as he presses the button to unlock it.
They sit in silence for a second as the engine starts, the radio connects to Taehyung’s phone, and the heater whirs to life. 
“Did I piss you off, too?” Taehyung finally asks, feeling defeated.
The look she gives him is somehow pitying. Because she understands what he doesn’t.
“Taehyung,” she says, still gentle, and it’s so glaringly unlike how she’s ever talked to him before that it gives him a rush of adrenaline, like his bodily systems are telling him Danger! Danger! Danger!
“Leslie,” he mimics, because he’s scared and it’s his go-to defense mechanism.
“Imagine how it looks from the outside,” she says, after a long silence. “This thing with you guys has been slowly gaining momentum, and then - to her - you show up with another girl. Did you say anything to her ahead of time, that you were with a friend, or that you were looking forward to seeing her? Anything?”
“....No,” Taehyung admits, gut twisting. It hadn’t occurred to him that he should do that. 
“My dummy,” Leslie says affectionately, reaching over to pat his shoulder. 
“I’m allowed to have friends,” Taehyung defends himself hotly. 
“You are,” Leslie agrees. “But how well does she know you, really? What does she know about you, about your character?”
Taehyung sulks and shifts the car into reverse, finally backing out of the driveway, instead of answering. In his opinion, you should know him better than to think he’d be playing you.
“It’s scary to open up to someone,” Leslie says a few minutes later, prompted by nothing more than her own mind still working over the situation. “It takes a lot to trust someone not to fuck with you.”
Sure, Taehyung thinks. That’s true enough. But, there’s nothing going on with us? I don’t care what you do? Fuck. 
“It doesn’t matter,” Taehuyng mutters, flicking on the turn-signal to pull into campus. “She said she’s done.”
Leslie reaches down to the floor of the car and picks up her purse as Taehyung pulls over in front of her dorm. “Talk to her,” she says, as she unbuckles and opens the car door. She pauses, considers her next words. As she climbs out and turns around to shut the door, she repeats, “Talk to her. She’s not done.”
“What do you mean?” Taehyung blurts, leaning forward over the steering wheel to peer at her. “What does that mean?!”
She gives him a tiny smile, shaking her head, and shuts the door. Taehyung keeps his eyes on her, hoping she’ll turn around and give him some answers, but she never looks back.
When Taehyung lets himself back into the house, there are no girls in sight, only his house-mates - minus Yoongi. They all turn to look at him as he comes through the door, and one by one they join a slow-clap.
“Oh, fuck you guys,” Taehyung grouses, slapping his keys into the little basket by the door.
“Breaking the hearts of not one but two beautiful women tonight!” Jimin sings, as if overcome with pride for his friend, one hand clutching his chest dramatically. 
“The fuck are you talking about?” Taehyung snaps, eyes narrowing.
“Which part is confusing?” Jungkook asks, lips twitching.
“Well, obviously inviting over Y/N -.”
“I didn’t invite her, Jin did!” Taehyung interrupts Jimin hotly.
“-inviting over Y/N when you already had Leslie over was a super douchey move.”
Taehyung groans, over it. “I know,” he whines. “I didn’t think about it like that. It’s just Leslie.”
“And there you have the breaking of Heart Number Two,” Jimin quips.
Taehyung looks at him blankly. Jimin’s mouth goes slack.
“You don’t know? Oh, my God, look at his face, he doesn’t know.”
Yoongi chooses this moment to breeze through the basement door, heading for the kitchen. “Leslie’s in love with you, you absolute moron.”
“No she’s not,” Taehyung scoffs instinctively, then looks at all the faces in the room, all looking at him like oh, isn’t he cute.
“You had to know,” Jungkook says skeptically. “How could you not know?”
Taehyung doesn’t answer; he’s shocked into silence, into stillness, into fight or flight. He needs time to process this, to deal with it. He needs to enact a game plan to determine if it’s true, he needs to reexamine every interaction they’d had over the last ten years and figure out if he’s been an asshole or just stupid. 
“So which heart are we mending?” Jimin asks, a little kinder now as he watches the clash of emotions on his friend’s face. 
Taehyung’s already mentally gone from the conversation, already mentally up in his room pacing and thinking, already texting Leslie tell me the truth, have I fucked up our friendship at any point, have you been letting me just think it’s okay?
But still, some part of his brain is listening. Some part of his brain knows the answer - the only answer.
“Y/N,” he says simply, and turns for the stairs.
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did I....... did I create a secret Plot C for wwh..... oh no....
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n0b0dy11 · 1 year
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To The Night We Met ~ GeorgeNotFound
I don't know what happened. i don't know what caused it. i don't know most about that night. I do know, I lost him.
I have been watching his streams, he's grown a lot.
Clay and Nick have too. They are still lovely.
I still don't know what happened.
"Hey George?" I asked one time.
"Yes, Love?"
"I am proud of you, you know?"
He just grinned at me before kissing my lips.
I never kissed anyone else after him. I knew I never would want to, I never needed to. I thought I would be able to kiss him, always. But then I couldn't anymore. He isn't mine.
"You know, I never thought I'd be able to love anyone as much as you."
"Really?"
I just smiled at him. because it was true, I never loved anyone as much as him, I never really loved anyone but him.
"Really."
I missed him with everything I did, I missed him when I went to sleep, when I cooked dinner, when I visited my family, when I was working... I miss our stupid conversations, our late night talks, our funny moments, I even miss his streams where I would sit in the back making no noise, I'd just watch him play.
Now I watch him from behind the screen, like everyone else.
"I like this."
"What?" he laughed, I always had been more straightforward while he was quite oblivious.
"I like that I get to see this side of you, no one else sees it from here, not even Nick and Clay."
He smiled again, it made me smile to, he made me smile, he always did.
My friends have tried to set me up with people again. I went on the dates they arranged for me. They always ended the same.
They weren't George.
i tried to get him out of my mind, I tried so hard, to have fun, to laugh, to love... but everything came back to him and I'm scared it always will.
"Don't leave me please."
"Why would I?"
"i don't know," he sighed, "I just really don't know what I'd do without you."
"I would be nothing without you."
"Please stay..."
"Till eternity runs out."
I guess it did sooner then I thought, seeing as I was now sitting here alone. I still don't remember, one moment I was wrapped in his arms, the next he was just a face on my screen.
I had known him before his fame, before the streams and before the horrible sleep schedule. I had loved him before all of that, it hadn't faded a bit since he started streaming. If only it just grew.
I just want to go back. To the night we met.
"Y/n you should just ask him out!"
"Yeah, if he isn't going to make a move you should just do it!"
"I don't know if I can," i answered my friends, there was a college party at one of my friends' house. A cute guy had walked in a little after us. His name is George, a friend of my friend.
I had been looking at him all night, my friends told me he did too, stealing glances at me when we would dance or even just talk.
I snapped out of my daze when my girlfriends started giggling and walking of and then I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Hi," he breathed, if I wasn't mistaken his cheeks were a bit red, "I'm George."
I had all of him, all of him was mine. All of me was his.
I remember when he introduced me to his friends, he got jealous. Apparently Clay or Dream had been flirting with me; I hadn't even noticed because I was seated in his lap and my belly was full of butterflies.
When times were though he was there, now it was though but I don't know where to go. When he needed a shoulder to cry, I would hug him till he fell asleep. When we needed a little love, we would be tangled in each others arms kisses placed everywhere on our faces a movie long forgotten on the background.
When I feel lonely, i watch his streams, and I imagine he's here with me.
I'm haunted by the ghost of you.
"My fans are catching on that I have a girlfriend."
I just laughed it off. They would've eventually right?
"Are you okay with that?"
"Why wouldn't I be, It isn't as if they know it's me, and besides then they all know my man is taken," I smirked at him, my arms circling around his neck as our lips connected.
He smiled down at me, "As long as people know you're also mine."
"Wouldn't want to be anyone else's."
I never have been anyone else's. I didn't want to be. Even if we are broken up a part of em still believes we would find our way back. he was my soulmate, my one true love. So I think at least.
I don't even remember what our fight was about, was it even a fight?
All I remember is that I had him, in my arms, he was mine. I had all of him. I was all his.
now i'm watching him behind a screen to scared to reach out, to scared to call.
I had all of him, then most of him, now none of him.
I just want to go back,
back to the night we met.
A/n
so i was kinda gone on here, but im back, i had a problem with my pc a hard writers block and just my mental health wasn't good.
i hope you guys enjoyed this, might make a part two in George's pov let me know if you guys want that!
and I hope it was pretty obvious but this was inspired by the song "Take ma back tot he night we met" I linked it above!
Lots of love, treat yourself good!! <3
NLP
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booking-glass-goddess · 6 months
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Sept 18th: Wear Your Coat
CW: minor depictions of illness, but no bodily functions; mentions of excessive drinking; I don’t think I cursed in this one
Please keep in mind that while I mention a few IRL famous people, an IRL brand, and an actual show, this is a total work of fiction. I have no relation or ties to anyone (or thing) I’ve mentioned. I merely borrowed names. Anything beyond that should be considered make-believe or merely a coincidence.
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Oscar sneezed into his elbow, trying to muffle the sound. So far, his trip to the Aspens with Anya, the bandmates, and some of their girlfriends had been low key and fun. Not only did he get to use his brand new Burton snowboard, but the nights had been spent getting drunk by the fire and chilling in the hot tub, underneath the star-filled sky.
Sadly, things changed overnight, when he somehow came down with a cold. He’d woken with a chill and couldn’t seem to warm back up, not even after a shower and a home-cooked meal. Anya and Megan had cooked for the group, Ollie pitching in where needed once he’d picked up his sister to join them.
While Oscar was eating, he realized he could barely taste his food, and the hard wooden stools in the ski lodge’s kitchen seemed to do a number on his sore and aching limbs. He’d been able to play it all off thanks to Dante also being sore; a blessing in disguise since Oscar didn’t want Levi to find out the truth and use his “I told you so” logic.
The night before, while fully sloshed, he’d jumped from the hot tub straight into a snowbank, with only his wet swim trunks on.
“Stupid idea,” Levi lectured. “It’s bad enough being out here without coats. More or less naked? You’re gonna get sick.”
“I don’t live in fear, Mr miserable,” Oscar had laughed at the time. In truth, he still thought that the concept of cold air causing colds was pretty much unfounded, and his own cold was just a coincidence. Levi would never concede, though. He hadn’t let up last night, either.
“I bet you’d be scared if you had to call Max and say you were too ill for Jingle Ball.” Okay, that one teeny part of his speech was spot on. Their holiday performance was a really huge deal in the music world, and not only were they expected to sing three brand new songs, but invited to attend a party thrown by pop icon Adele.
Last night, Dante joked that O hadn’t been sick even once during shows, so he’d probably catch the Jack Frost plague this time, and only so Levi could gloat. Everyone laughed as he threw O a robe and his Bear Paw slippers. Today, though? It wasn’t remotely as funny. Not when the blonde couldn’t talk without pain or properly breathe through his nose.
“What are we doing tonight?” Ollie asked, aimlessly scrolling his socials. “I’m getting kind of bored.”
“Speak for yourself,” Dante snorted.
“Thought I just did…”
“All I’m saying is that maybe you’d be way less bored and way more tired if you’d joined us on the slopes today. I said the same thing to Brad, too. Not skiing or boarding when coming to Aspen… not even once… is just weird.”
“Dude, it’s almost 5 PM and I’m still too hungover to function,” Brad whined. “I don’t have a death wish. I’m fine on the couch while all of you do your own thing.”
“You don’t have a death wish, but drank a whole bottle of Absolut Lime on your own,” Dante laughed. “That makes a lot of sense.”
“Let’s hit the bars tonight,” Levi suggested, wrapping his arms around Meghan. “I promised my girl that we’d do something fun. She made us a fabulous dinner."
“And cleaned up,” Meg added. “Not just tonight, but this morning. So yes, please! By the way, if anybody pukes anywhere but the toilet, tonight? I’m not gonna be such a sweetheart about it. Warning you all in advance.”
“Why do I feel like you’re warning just me?” Brad asked, his face turning red.
“Because you’re disgusting? I almost threw up, watching her clean that last night.”
“Always the charmer, Ev…”
“Thank you. How sweet,” she batted her eyes so dramatically that even Oscar laughed, despite the fever he could feel settling into his bones.
Brad turned back to Meghan. “Maybe Lev will puke somewhere, and then what would you do? We don’t all have girlfriends here, missy. You two should get a room.” He rolled his eyes, half-joking and half low-key jealous AF. He and Harper recently took a “break” after two years, and he missed having somebody to cuddle when most of the others were practically hitched.
“Awww, does someone need a hug?” Meg came over, arms extended, wrapping herself around Brad from behind the cushy carob couch. When she had him close enough to whisper without others hearing, she added, “Cuddle with Dante. It’s obvious why he didn’t ask Maddie to come.”
“For real, we going out or not?” Dante asked, glaring at Meghan.
“Eyes over here, Gold. She’s taken,” Lev laughed. “I have to shower up first, so let’s say we’ll leave in 40?”
“30,” Dante wagered. That good with everyone else?
“I’m staying put tonight, my friends. My blanket is calling my name.”
“Guessing that means you’re out too, O?”
Oscar looked at Anya, waiting to gauge her reaction. Only he and Ollie’s sister knew how atrocious her periods got, and he wanted to use it as reason enough for him to stay in too. He wouldn’t divulge all the details, however. Not unless she brought it up.
“Absolutely not!” she answered. “Oscar’s allowed to go out. How do you think we survive during tours? Sometimes, he’s missing for months.”
“You sure, babe?” he asked, somewhat hesitantly.
“She’s sure. I’m staying with her. Too tired from my flight.” Lola pulled Anya in, hugging her. They’d grown really close as of late.
Oscar internally groaned, not really having it in him to put on real clothes or go out. He didn’t even have the oomph to leave the kitchen table, and their meal had wrapped up some time earlier.
Everyone began to go to their respective bedrooms and get ready for the night, but he was too lost in his thoughts and his ailments to really pay much mind.
“You good?” Levi asked, walking past him to get into the shower.
Oscar straightened up, but couldn’t help and give in to a shiver. “Yeah, just kind of tired.”
“You just have to get up and move,” Levi offered, always equipped with advice.
“And drink a shit ton more,” Ev laughed. “You want me to pour you a shot?”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Oscar smiled, looking completely exhausted. Thankfully, it didn’t go unnoticed by his own girl.
“Don’t be an old man,” Ollie added, downing a shot of his own.
“Guess I’m an old woman then, since I’m fine bumming around in my sweatshirt and leggings.”
“Me too!” Lola called out from the other room.
Oscar got up and went into his bedroom, Anya close behind.
“You okay?” she asked as soon as they had closed the bedroom door. “Sorry if I left you hanging. Thought you would want to go out.”
He shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Nah, it’s okay. Just not feeling great.”
“Sore from your snowboarding tricks, Travis Rice?” She smiled and sat on his lap, feeling the heat right away. Frowning, she planted a kiss on his forehead. “Oh, honey. You’re sick sick. You’re running a fever.”
“Getting a cold,” he admitted. “My throat hurts. My nose is stuffed, too.”
“Okay, get comfy. Movie night! We’ll even let you choose.”
“I dunno… Levi was giving me shit last night, for messing around in the snow. Don’t really want him to know I’m unwell.”
Anya smiled. “Oh, my gosh. You’re just the cutest. I just… god, I love you.” She ruffled his hair while he nuzzled his face into her neck. “It’s just a weird coincidence. You can’t get sick that way. Maybe hypothermic, but not all disgusting with germs.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Just saying! Somebody here probably gave it to you, and guessing it was him! Didn’t you say he had strep all last week?”
“More than two weeks ago. Doubt it was from him.”
“Well, either way, don’t worry. You happen to be dating an undiscovered actress, and I happen to know Levi gets weirded out when all of us girls discuss tampons. Give me five minutes. I’ll fake massive cramps. He won’t give me a lecture.”
Oscar chuckled. “Hope not. What would he even say? Don’t you ovulate! We want you to make O a baby?” He shook his finger in her face, making her laugh uncontrollably.
“Guess you have a point, but I would like the credit anyhow. At least pretend I’m a good actress.”
“You’re a good everything, baby. Can Midol help out with a temperature? If so, my period’s coming. Don’t tell them I took any, though. Don't think I’d live it down.”
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sequinsmile-x · 2 years
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Kiss the Cook
Aaron tries to help Emily cook a meal. Tries being the operative word.
AKA just pointless, domestic fluff because we all deserve it <3
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Words: 1.4k
Warnings: very brief mentions of blood
Read over on Ao3 in my collection of mini fics, or below the cut
“I hate this.” 
Aaron tries and fails, to hide his smile at the petulance colouring his girlfriend's tone, the way her bottom lip stuck out a little. A slight pout she’d deny if he brought it up. 
“You sound like Jack when we’re trying to make him do his math homework.” He says, his smile widening even further when Emily narrows her eyes at him, he looks down to the pot she’s standing in front of, the sauce he’d walked her through the steps of making starting to bubble. “Careful, you don’t want it to burn.” 
She groans and looks down, re-starting the stirring she had been doing. “I can do more than just stir, Aaron.” 
He smiles and closes the gap between them, his arms wrapping around her from behind, his lips against her temple. 
“Tell that to your thumb.” He replies, his gaze falling to the bandaid on her left hand, an injury she had somehow acquired whilst chopping the vegetables for dinner. 
He smiles as she mumbles something under her breath, feeling the rumble of it in her chest more than anything else. She fascinated him endlessly, and the almost 12 months they had been a couple had done nothing to change that. The woman could shoot straight whilst running at full speed, but couldn’t use a kitchen knife without hurting herself. 
“It slipped.” 
Aaron looks at the pot intended for the pasta, the water now coming to a boil. “We’re ready for the spaghetti.” 
She reaches for the packet and gets some out, about to snap the dry noodles in half before he stops her, a hand on each of hers. 
“No, baby, what are you doing?” He asks, stopping himself from smiling when she turns to look at him, her confusion clear.
“Breaking it so it fits in the pot.” She says as if it was obvious, her eyebrows raised at him. She sighs, relinquishing her hold on the pasta so he could put it in the pot. “That’s wrong isn’t it.” 
She looks so dejected he immediately wraps his arms around her again, pulling her back into his chest. 
“Dave would probably never speak to you again if he caught you doing that.” He answers, kissing her cheek.
“Well, at least I know a shortcut to a peaceful life if I need it.” She deadpans, laughing when Aaron pokes at her ribs, the spots he knew were ticklish. She sobers slightly, leaning her head back on his shoulder. “I feel so…stupid for not knowing how to do this.” She grumbles. “At this rate, Jack is going to be a better cook than me.” 
That, Aaron thought, was likely to be true. He’d come home from a late meeting recently to find Jack and Emily making boxed Mac and Cheese together, his son clearly leading the charge. 
“Em, sweetheart,” he says, encouraging her to turn in his arms, smiling at her when he sees the grumpy look on her face. He leans down to kiss her, a quick thing stamped against her lips, “you’re good at so many things, excellent even,” he squeezes her hip, holding her closer, “cooking just isn’t one of them.” 
She scrunches her nose at him, and he can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss the tip of it.
“You shouldn’t have to do it all the time though.” 
He tucks some hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek as he does so. “I don’t mind, Em. At all.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be with someone who…I don’t know, contributes more?” She asks, her gaze avoiding his a little as she asks the question.
“You contribute plenty, sweetheart.” He says, his smile gentle as she looks back at him. “And even if you didn’t, I’d still choose you over anyone else. Every time.”
She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. “That’s a good answer.”
“I thought so.”
The front door to the apartment opening cuts off any further conversation, Jack calling out both of their names as they hear his school bag hit the ground. They both shout hello back, smiling at each other. Aaron looks at the food and then back at Emily.
“It needs a couple more minutes, are you ok to serve it up whilst Jack changes and I get  more comfortable?” He asks his suit jacket and tie suddenly feeling a little restrictive. 
She rolls her eyes at him. “Yes, I think I can manage that.” 
He kisses her one last time before separating from her, walking out of the kitchen and seeing his son in the hallway. Jack runs up to him still in his soccer uniform, a wide smile on his face. 
“Aunt Jess said hi!” 
“Thanks, Jack,” Aaron replies, ruffling his son's hair, and the boy tries to dodge out of the way. “How was practise?” 
“Good!” He enthuses. “I scored twice! What’s for dinner? It smells good.” 
Aaron smiles at his son's constant search for food or planning for the next meal, something that amused him. It always made him think of when he was small, enough of a fussy eater it had made Haley take him to the doctor, sure that something was wrong. 
“Emily has made spaghetti,” Aaron answers, wildly underselling his own involvement in the making of the meal. He has to suppress his amusement at the way his son’s face falls slightly. 
“Emily cooked?” Jack asks, looking unsure, his gaze going past his father and into the kitchen, the dinner that had smelt good until that moment apparently suddenly not as appealing as it had been a few seconds ago.
“I helped, don’t worry,” Aaron says, winking at his son.
“Hey,” Emily calls out from the kitchen, her disembodied voice making both the Hotchners freeze on the spot, “I can hear you, you know.” 
Aaron looks back at Jack and tilts his head down the hallway towards the bedrooms. “Let's go change before we eat.” 
He takes off his jacket and tie, leaving him in his shirt and suit pants, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, smiling as he does so before he walks back out towards the kitchen. He sees Emily placing dinner down on the dining table, the plates piled high with the meal they had cooked together. A normal moment he thinks he may have taken for granted in another life, but something he treasures. Their eyes meet as she looks up at him, an eyebrow raised as she looks at his exposed forearms, a known weak spot of hers. 
“Trying to regain some ground after all the comments about my cooking?” She asks, rounding the table to hug him briefly, her arm around his waist. 
“Of course not,” he denies, his lie obvious, as he kisses her back, “I just didn’t want to get any sauce on it.” 
She rolls her eyes at him. “Sure.” 
Jack bounds towards them, the sound of his feet hitting the floor as he runs their first sign he was coming, and they pull apart. Jack wraps his arms around Emily’s waist, a proper hello he hadn’t had the time to give her when he got home. 
“Hi, Emily.”
“Hi, sweetie.” She replies, hugging him back. “We should eat before it gets cold.” 
They sit down, all taking their usual places at the table, and Aaron can’t help but smile as he watches the love of his life interacting with his son. Love threatens to burst out of him as she enthusiastically listens as Jack tells her about school. His gaze drifts to her left hand, his mind on the ring he had in his sock drawer, and he has to stop himself from jumping up and getting it, from proposing to her over spaghetti on a random Tuesday evening. 
He goes to pick up his fork when he finds himself drawn back to her left hand, his brows furrowing as he realises he can see the cut on her thumb, deep enough that he had briefly thought she may have to go to urgent care. 
“Em,” he says, gaining her attention, both her and Jack looking up at him as they pick up their own forks, “where is your bandaid?” 
She looks at her hand, her mouth already open to tell him it was still there, but she stops when she sees just her skin, the bright red line that still has droplets of fresh blood along it. She then looks at her plate of food before she looks at Aaron and Jack’s, her eyes widening. She looks up at Aaron, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
“Pizza?” She asks, an apologetic look on her face. 
He’s already standing up, heading back towards the kitchen. “I’ll get the menu.” 
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Hoseok is a total softy, and it takes a lot of make him jealous, if anything he gets mopey when he sees you giving other guys moments of your time, but that’s only because he wishes it was him. Hoseok is an idol, so he understands jealousy better than a lot of people. You have to deal with thousands of his fans sending him letters, gifts and sliding into his DM’s on a daily. Hoseok knows that you love him, and he trusts you whole heartedly, but Hoseok also isn’t stupid. You are a beautiful goddess in his eyes, and he knows that other men and women see you in the same way to some extent.
When the two of you were celebrating your 100th day together, Hoseok decided that he would cook whatever you wanted for dinner that night. He had a nice romantic evening all planned out in his head. The two of you started your day with a picnic breakfast, you went on a bike ride, after the two of you had lunch at a ramen shop and after you went to a dog café. As the sun started to sink, the two of you made your way to the market to buy all the ingredients that Hoseok would need for dinner tonight. In the market, Hoseok stayed by your side, keeping a hand on your lower back at all times. A smile was on Hoseok’s lips as he listened to you explain what you wanted to eat and why you were so excited to see him cook. Hoseok took care of his body, he was very happy with the results of all his hard work, and he couldn’t wait to show off some of his kitchen skills. Without his skills Hoseok wouldn’t be as fit as he is now.
“Oh shoot!” You looked through the contents of your cart and pouted making Hoseok laugh.
“What did you forget?”
“The spinach.”
“You stay here and get the rest of what you need. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok kissed your temple and squeezed your hip before he walked off in the direction of produce. Standing alone in the spice aisle, you hummed to yourself as you went over which spices Hoseok would need for tonight’s dinner. You were grabbing everything you needed when suddenly someone started talking to you.
“Excuse me?” You had turned to see what the person needed, and you were greeted with a man who looked to be around your age. “You are really cute. Can I have your number?” You were shocked by the man’s straightforwardness and shook your head.
“I’m not interested,” You had told the guy, but that didn’t stop him at all.
“I can make you interested. Why don’t we get out of here?” The man leaned against his cart and stared at you. “Did you drive here? We can take my car; I’ll make sure someone picks yours up later.”
“Again, I’m really not interested. You can leave now.” You stated in a firm voice with narrowed eyes.
“Come on girlie with your looks I’m sure there aren’t many guys flocking to you.”
“Excuse me?” This guy had to have lost his mind. “My looks?” You clicked your tongue and placed a hand on your hip. “I’m pretty sure my looks are the reason you came over here.” You weren’t dressed in anything crazy, a black long sleeved turtleneck shirt, high waisted jeans, black open toed botties, large silver hooped earring and a silver necklace that had LH, Hoseok’s initials in diamonds. Your hair was down, your kinky curls defining gravity as they created a halo around your head.
The man frowned at your words. “Look bit-”
“Is there a problem here?” The bright smile that had been on Hoseok’s face had been replaced with a deep frown and his eyes were harsh. The large circle glasses he had on were now gone from his face and the man gulped seeing the size difference between himself and Hoseok. Hoseok looked from the man to you, and you shook your head. “Apologize to my girlfriend jackass.” The man quickly apologized and ran off before Hoseok could say anything else. He placed the spinach into the cart and pulled you into his arms. He held you tightly and buried his face in your hair, “Did he hurt you?”
“No…are you okay? You look upset?”
Hoseok sighed and pulled away from you, “Honestly? When I first saw that guy talking to you, I got a little jealous because he had your full attention…but then when I looked closer, I could see that something was wrong.”
You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Hoseok’s cheek which made him blush and give you that gummy smile of his, “Thank you jagi.” You grabbed hold of Hoseok’s hand and laced your fingers together. “Let’s get home quickly yeah?”
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