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toji-bunny-girl · 10 months ago

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bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day

ON THE H★USE !!

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ⟢ bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ⟢ riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing you’ll ever think of #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, I’m so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⟢ 4k #𝑨/𝑵 ⟢ don’t let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam 😭

“Plus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cummin’ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!” your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. “Get a load of that guy, am I right?”

“He doesn’t pay for your stuff, and he can’t fuck good?!” Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. “What a man.”

It has been 2 hours since you’ve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like he’d known this stranger for years—all of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania.

“Here you go, princess,” a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. “It’s the last I can give you, we’re closing…” Toji’s eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, “in 7 minutes.”

“Oh, okay!” you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. “Just swipe it.”

Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them.

15,900 yen.

The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? He’s got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart.

Oh, how he would love to play saviour.

“Here, princess. Time to go home,” he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didn’t move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear.

Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar.

It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter.

His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. “Just get her out of here. I’ll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,” always so kind—how Toji wished he could smooch that man right then.

“Thanks, man,” Toji’s eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?

Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. “Hey, Mr. Bartender…” you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. “Are you gonna bring me home?”

“I don’t know about that, princess,” his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. “But we gotta go now. Come on,” Toji’s hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door.

The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and it’s going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anyway—best to call a friend of yours to take you home.

“(Y/N)?”

A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chick’s shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked.

How fucking lucky.

“What you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?” your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Y-You…as—”

“Have the lady some of her space, buddy,” Toji’s authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble.

“Who are you?” he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence.

“A man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,” the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.

“I call it bullshit,” your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. There’s a flash of humiliation in his glare—he knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know you’ve got suitors who are way out of his league.

“It’s true,” you tapped Toji’s metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. “He toootally didn’t just stick his dick in me and call it a day, y’know?”

“Fucking whore.”

“What d’ya say?!” you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. “I sent you to the ER once, and I’ll do it again!”

“Alright, that’s enough, princess,” Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and you’re stuck by him even without him using much strength. “We don’t want you dirtying your hands, do we?”

A nasty shove met the male’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Toji’s force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground.

“Speak to her like that again, and it’s not going to be just a push,” you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation.

Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered into—boisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.

A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. “Take me home!” you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face.

Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him.

The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. “Poor you, huh?”

“Forget ‘bout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,” you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids.

Fuck—it’s no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face.

His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman he’s estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb.

Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, “That’s yours?!” you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. “Oopsie daisie.”

Cute, Toji chortled.

Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after you’ve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Toji’s hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty.

A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core.

The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines.

“Touch me,” you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch.

“You’re drunk, princess,” he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth.

“No,” you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. “I want you,” your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate.

“You want me?” his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.

You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness.

His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. “Careful, princess. You might regret this,” he had paved a way out, it’s a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertip—and all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence.

“Please,” your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him.

His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, “I want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.”

With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space.

His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass.

Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle.

Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks.

Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him.

Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Toji’s teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each other’s mouths

“Fuck, princess. You’re driving me crazy,” Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. “It’s no fun when only you get to tease.”

Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbs—his finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his.

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his.

With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness.

Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass.

You didn’t allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. “I am playing fair.”

“You want to test me, princess?” he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, “I’ll make you cry for more.”

You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sex—thick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils.

You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. “Gotta stretch you good for me, princess.”

Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingers—deftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting.

“S-Shit—” your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. “M’feel so good. Toji—fuck,” it was as if his fingers were gilded in Eros’ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car.

“So pretty when you cry,” Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingers—oh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then.

His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. “M’ close! M’gonna cum! Oh my gosh—!”

“Come on. Cum for me, princess,” you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an ‘o’, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers.

Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. “Fuck…” your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief.

Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body.

You almost fell in love.

Pushing him down the driver’s seat, you crawled over Toji’s firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips.

Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot.

His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. “Don’t keep me waiting now,” he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words.

Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock.

He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved head—the size of him bigger than any you’ve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.

“There’s no backing out now, princess,” Toji’s fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.

“Who said I’m backing out?” you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.

“Careful there,” he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.

“M-My gosh…” you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. “I’m s’full, Toji.”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. “But you gotta start moving, baby.”

Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.

“Feel good, princess?” Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.

“I need your help…” your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldn’t seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.

“What d’ya say?”

Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. “Please, Toji,” your voice hitched, and you’re humping his pelvis. “Please…I want to feel good.”

Aww. How fucking adorable.

You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. “Y-Yes…” your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. “T-Toji—mhaa!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute screaming my name,” the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.

“S-Sho good—” you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.

“No one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?”

“Mmh—yes!” the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. “I love it! I love your cock!”

Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. “Fuck—I love an honest girl.”

Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching the parts you didn’t know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. “M’ cummin’! Toji—!”

“I know, I know, let it out f’me. Come on,” he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. “Keep bouncin’ on my cock, yeah?”

“Nngh—No more!” you squealed. “N-No—” his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.

“I can make you feel better, princess,” he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.

“S’ hurts—please!” your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.

“Cum f’me again, baby?”

“M’can’t! Still sensitive—!” you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—M’close too, baby,” Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tip—his hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.

Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.

Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everything—the alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.

“Toji…I really feel like pukin—”

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bitingdrivers · 1 month ago

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part two of max kittens fic. a reminder that this is a WIP and also unedited

It takes Daniel five minutes to sweep the room he started in and another fifteen to look in the adjacent offices. In one of the janitor closet looking rooms he finds a big weaved basket and thinks it will be good for putting all the kittens into.

"Okay, Maximus, here you go, you can sit in the basket now," he says and attempts to put the orange kitten into the basket.

It feels more like ripping a velcro with abandonment issues. The kitten makes a disgruntled screech as Daniel tries to pry his little claws out of the hoodie, then bats his paws around trying to escape Daniel's hold.

With two hands now holding the kitten, Daniel puts him into the basket and says, placating, "Shh, here you go. It's safer here."

But the kitten protests, immediately jumping out of the basket and trying to climb back up onto Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel sighs and scoops the kitten into his hands. "You really want to sit on my shoulder, huh?" he says, feeling the vibrations of the kitten's loud purr. This must be the Affectionate part of Max's personality — unless Daniel actually found Stubbornness and the kitten is really set on sitting on his shoulder.

With another sigh, Daniel puts the kitten back on his shoulder and goes back to his search.

After another fruitless sweep of an empty office, Daniel spots a slightly ajar door at the other end of the hallway. As he gets closer to the door, he hears a clatter that sounds like a herd of tiny horses. When Daniel steps into the what looks like a lounge room, he realizes that it's not actually a herd of horses, but two little kittens running around.

The kittens are a blur of motion, running around full speed around the room, jumping on vacant tables and chairs, ricocheting of walls and corners. Once one of the kittens makes it onto the big couch in the middle of the room, the other kitten barrels into him on full speed, sending both of them tumbling onto the floor.

As they both stand up, a little unsteady on their tiny paws, Daniel gets a chance to properly look at them. Both kittens appear to be tuxedos, with black fur and white markings, but the white spots on their paws are inverted: one kitten has socks on their front paws, and the other — on their back paws.

The kittens' fur looks tousled, whiskers spread and tails pointing up. They're both breathing heavily through their mouths, their tiny chests visibly expanding with every breath. It looks like the kittens have finally tired themselves out, until one of them bats a paw at the other's tail and they're off again, zooming around the room trying to catch each other.

If Daniel had to guess, this is probably Max's Competitiveness and Love for speed. Or maybe that's just two kittens who embody Max's love for racing — Daniel hasn't actually heard about two animals representing one personality trait, but Max has always been exceptional.

Daniel sets the empty basket on one of the tables and tries to put the orange kitten in it again. It goes easier this time, like the kitten understands what Daniel needs to do. He doesn't look thrilled about it thought, as Daniel lowers him into the basket, the kitten flicks his tail, looking like the most unhappy little cat in existence.

With a huff, Daniel scratches between his ears, "Don't look so grumpy, Max. I need to get your-uh…brothers? Clones?" he pauses, "Friends. Let's go with friends."

The orange kitten squints his eyes, starting to purr again.

Daniel shakes his head fondly and goes to close the door to the room. He doesn't need to make this harder for himself.

The two kittens are still chasing each other, but as soon as Daniel starts to slowly approach them, both the cats look up at him, and Daniel swears he can see a challenge in their eyes.

"Pspsps, come on, little guys. Come to me, I know you want to become Max again," he says, slowly coming up to the two kittens.

As Daniel reaches down to grab them, the kittens dart back and away. Daniel swears under his breath and jogs after them, hands extended like he's some kind of crab.

It takes far too long for him to catch the kittens, running around the room and bumping into furniture. Daniel he wonders how he looks right now, this big guy chasing two tiny kittens around an empty room.

At some point, the kittens' slow down, probably tired of all the running, and Daniel finally grabs both of them, scooping them into his arms.

A little out of breath, he says, "You guys should try racing. If there was Formula 1 for cats, you'd be World Champions by now."

Daniel comes over to the basket and sets both kittens inside. Immediately, the two tuxedos start to play, batting their paws at each other. Using this opportunity, the orange kitten jumps out and climbs onto Daniel's shoulder.

"Ow," Daniel winces as the kitten's claws scratch at his arms.

"Hey, stop fighting." Both of the kittens don't stop, rolling in the basket.

With no better alternative, Daniel reaches for one of the kittens — the one with the white front paws — and puts him in his hoodie pocket. The other kitten looks lost for a moment, not understanding where his buddy went, and Daniel immediately feels guilty, like he separated two best friends.

"Aw, don't be sad, Maxy. You guys just need to take a break for a moment," he tries to console the kitten.

Surprisingly, the words help, because both of the kittens settle — one in Daniel's hoodie pocket and the other in the basket, and a moment later their eyes start to droop.

Daniel carefully picks up the basket and slowly makes his way out of the room.

Three down, another two or three to go.

#i need instant validation ok #i can already see how this will change #especially after mars does their part #whenever that happens. we have no deadline. this is just for fun #maxiel #f1 fic #my writing #my wips #animal split au

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keen-li · 5 months ago

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What you need | 05

Chapter title: you need...a kiss

Synopsis: Everybody needs, but how do you define need? do you even know what you need. The simple answer is no. But Jungkook knows what you need. he just wants to help you realize it.

Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn. Friends to FWB to Lovers

Jungkook x reader.

Wc: 10k

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Thursday 9:45am

Since morning you’ve been staring at his contact, should you text him? You asked yourself. He told you he’d be very busy this week, so you don’t want to bother him, not with some unnecessary chatter. Unlike you he has a job that keeps him away from his phone. All you can do whilst in your cubicle is stare at your phone as your legs go numb and ears deaf from the silence. So, it’s not shocking that he hasn’t yet replied to your ‘hey’ text.

You look at it feeling dumb. He’s not doing it on purpose, you try to remind yourself. He’s busy, everyone’s busy. Willoe, Jimin. All busy. They’re all you got and they’re all busy. Sigh. You miss those times when you were all free and would club hopping all night. It was so fun. At that time, you hadn’t known Jungkook too well, but he seemed like a cool guy. You and Willoe would get drunk whilst the guys preferred to be sober. Lameee, you would tell them. But it was for good reason. You and willoe are horrible drunks, it doesn’t take much to have you stumbling on your feet. It’s a bad trait, one which leads you preferring not drinking much lately.

Jungkook being very aware of the trait very early on, would always stay by your side whilst you party. He hates how guys approached you more in the vulnerable state (he hates when guys do it to anyone.), which resulted in him standing closer to you. You were too drunk to notice this new friend of yours stand a little closer to you, you never did mind the action though, it kept guys away and you liked that. Only on nights you wanted guys away though.

Part of those nights that you loved the most were when you and Jungkook would chat, drunkenly talking about whatever came to your minds. Those were one of the ways you and Jungkook even got closer. And being the horrible drunk you were, you would cry on his shoulder about how you don’t know what to do with your life and how everything is going wrong. He’d always stay silent and let you rant, occasionally comforting you and telling you he’s here, when you sobbed a little harder. You always felt that you were burdening him with your presence, but he assured you he didn’t mind.

And he truly didn’t mind, he loved knowing that you were able to open up to him, even though it was when you were drunk. He appreciated knowing that he gave you enough comfort to open up to him. Once sober you’d apologize and tell him to forget everything you said, all which you were not able to remember. That gave you anxiety and thoughts of how Jungkook could be irritated by you, but his soft chuckle comforted you otherwise. The way you begged him to forget whatever you said made him chuckle. He never forgot a single thing.

Till now you wonder what you could’ve said during your rants, all which Jungkook refuses to tell you when you ask. He says you told him to tell no one, and he keeps that key to himself. You roll your eyes every time.

Those days are mostly gone, now that you’re all settled into the full-time working environment. You do hope that you will get chance to go out as a group and relive those days. This time you won’t get drunk and say probably embarrassing things to a poor Jungkook.

It was when Jungkook was having his late lunch that he saw your text. And it’d been many hours later. He’d been so busy he didn’t get to touch his phone once. One thought that popped up in his mind was what if you needed something? He brushed it away knowing you would’ve probably called if it was something serious. Though he does feel bad for going all this time and not responded to your text. He’d never purposefully ignore you.

Jungkook: sorry I didn’t see your text.

Jungkook: hey 😊

Jungkook: have you eaten lunch?

Jungkook: or breakfast at that.

Do you wanna grab dinner together later? Is what he wanted to send but before he did, he remembered you told him you’d be having an evaluation at this time, you wouldn’t see his text. You won’t see any of them. And by the time you do, it’ll be late. Honestly, he’ll probably have to spend a night at the shop cause of how much work he’s got, so the dinner thing wouldn’t even happen. Gosh he wishes people took better care of their cars, but then he wouldn’t have a job. So, you know what? Destroy your cars and give him overnight work to do with a gross deadline. He loves it.

He envies how Irene just comes in does paper work and leaves. He loves his job, but he could really use a break. A night out with his friends, or maybe a movie night with you where you watch a horror and laugh at stupid decisions characters make. Gosh he’d kill for that. He misses listening to you explain what they should’ve done. Like you would’ve done that if it was you. You’re a scaredy cat and the only reason you’re able to watch anything scary is if it’s day time or you’re with someone.

When you do watch them you love it. It’s just the haunting thoughts and fears that someone could be watching you through the window or whilst you’re outside that scare you. Otherwise, if you didn’t get those thoughts you’d love watching horrors every time.

Gosh he misses having enough free time.

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The clinking of tools, roars of testing engines and tires bounces around the walls of the shop. Irene watches from a distance as a Jungkook, with rolled up sleeves and stuffed under the hood of the car, sweats. He’s tired. She can tell and it makes her feel bad. But the week is almost over, and a big chunk of the work will be done and over with.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of hand, which doesn’t do much but smudge it. He’s been breathing tainted air all whole week and staring at car parts too long. It’s getting repetitive. Putting his hands on his waist he steps back to look at the car.

“You know, if you stare at that engine any harder it’s gonna wake up.” Irene’s voice chirps from behinds.

Jungkook sniffles as he wipes the sweat off his nose. “Good. Then it can fix itself.” He’s been working on it for so long that he forgets what he’s even fixing. Irene can see how confused he looks staring at the object.

“Did you check the oil?”

“First thing I did, Irene.” Jungkook watches as she moves to peep inside the hood, making sure not to get her little grey office skirt stained with oil. It’d be a pain to wash out, it’s not like she does her own laundry. Jungkook chuckles, he takes the opportunity to grab a rag off his cart, which he uses to finally wipe off the sweat that still pesters him.

When he returns, he finds her leaning into the hood almost fully falling in. Jungkook watches wondering what she’s even doing out in the shop. Her eyes are as curious as her hands, touching places that make Jungkook worry for his progress.

Having enough of it, Jungkook gently grabs her hand to stop her from touching a cable that would fuck up his hard work. Her hands are soft and clean compared to Jungkook’s. When she looks at his hand then at him, he pulls away. She stands back. Holding her now slightly oil tainted hands. But she doesn’t hold it cause she’s disgusted by the dirt. She’s not that vain.

“Sorry but what do you even know about cars?” Jungkook asks with a chuckle choosing to fill the awkward air.

Irene drops her hand, taking feign offence to his words. “a little motor oil here and there, and stuff” her mind falters. She does know much, her dad surely made sure of that. But something about Jungkook’s mocking nod and smirk have her mind flaking. “I can change a tire.” She can. “So, I know enough.”

Jungkook nods in faux amusement. He doesn’t believe her, she looks too ‘pure’ to know anything about cars. Let alone how much they cost; he doubts she’s ever had to look at the price tag. “But who needs me to know anything about cars when I have talented people like you.” Jungkook chuckles at her words proving his thoughts right.

“So, you’re here for?” He’s just curious, so he asks knowing she usually spends time in her office. An office which has gotten more boring by the day.

She folds her arms making sure to do it in a way that the oil doesn’t smudge on her shirt. “Just cause...” she was bored. “The office is a boring place you know?”

He returns to the car. “I know.” He knows by virtue of being your listening ear. You’ve complained to him so much that he’s probably mastered the floor plan of your office, though he’s never been. You’re very good at detail. That little crack in the tile on the way to the bathroom that always seems to catch onto your heel, he’s heard it all, he could write a book. It’s all funny though, he likes when you just talk on and on. You’re probably the only person he can listen to for long.

Irene narrows her eyes at him and how his lip seems to curl at something she can’t see. She ignores it. “And how would you know?”

“I’ve got friends.” He spits out matter-of-factly.

Irene doesn’t know much about Jungkook out of the shop or even their conversations. The only certain thing is that he’s got a friend called Yn, anymore than that she’s ignorant. It’s odd to her why she even remembers that.

The conversation goes silent for a moment, Jungkook is focused on the car but he can still feel her lingering presence. And if he turned, he’s see how she bit her red painted lips in thought of what to say next.

“My dad may visit this weekend.” He doesn’t know why he would care cause the man doesn’t own the place anymore, but he just nods. She goes on. “I can’t believe he thought I wouldn’t be able to run the place.”

“Sounds like he’s got you pegged.” He jokes. When she gasps and her heel hits his shin with minimal force he retreats. “I’m just joking. Chill.” He laughs.

“You run this place fairly well.” He’ll give it to her, for her age running such a busy place is encouraging.

“Thank you.” She smiles. When the silence grows a little too thick, she clears her throat. “Anyway, I should probably go answer some invoices.”

Jungkook nods. “All the best.”

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Thursday 4:38pm

You’ve been biting your nails since the evaluation, you could barely sleep. Did you say the right thing? Did you come off a little too cocky, too shy? Oh gosh. You really hope this turns out well if it doesn’t you’ve got no clue what you’ll do. You don’t want to be that friend in the group who doesn’t have a stable job. You’d be struggling with rent and probably have to move back in with your mom, who lives in another town, if that did occur, you’d be separated from your friends. Which would suck all the more. Though Jungkook would suggest you move in with him. You’d never do that. You’d hate to be a leech of a friend. You even hate the thought of living rent free in Jungkook’s apartment.

You: couldn’t eat lunch. Was too nervous for the evaluation.

You responded to his text immediately you were out of that building and, on your way, back home.

Jungkook: laugh emoji

Jungkook: you’d probably through up on the poor interviewer.

You: you know me too well.

You smile to yourself.

You: how’s work?

Jungkook: busy asf and I want to run away.

You: you should. I will too.

You: tell Jimin and willoe.

Jungkook laughs.

Jungkook: Jimin would be the last of us to agree.

Jungkook: he loves his job too much.

You went on talking and enthusing about how all of you should hangout one day. You talked until you fell asleep and Jungkook immediately knew your silence meant that.

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Friday 11:27am

As you work your ass off on some file Hoseok gave you, you remember why you’re doing this. To not be a leech to anyone.

“Yn.” The voice of your cubicle neighbour makes it to your ear, through your air pods. You take them off. And when you stare up you find her where she usually is when talking to you. Elbows hanging off the wall, and wavy hair leaning down her shoulders. “You work too hard.” She states randomly.

It could be the folders on your desk with deadlines, the documents open on your computer or the coffee you plan on having for lunch.

You chuckle. “How can I relax?” you stop to look at her with a smile. She’s been one of your friends? Colleague? That you’ve gotten to know and comfortable with, she’s carefree more than you are and you admire that. You both bonded on your boredom from the job. Unlike you she’s not an intern and has been working for the company longer than you. She’s helped you navigate everybody in the office, how they behave and how to work with or around them. Hoseok especially. She’s honestly been of great help to you.

And even though your internship is ending soon you hope to stay in contact with her. If you end up not getting hired.

“I have a way.” she lowers her voice which causes you to raise a brow. Is she about to sell you some type of pill, with the way she’s looking around you’d definitely think she’s about to do so. “The other girls and I thought we’d all go for drinks.” You scrunch your face in thought, and Chae catches onto your doubt. “Come on it’s just us girls. Plus, it’s Friday.”

You’ve been dreaming of a chance to go out, maybe this is it. You don’t really need that much convincing; it’s a good chance to relax and get to know your other colleagues.

“Okay.” You nod, smiling excitedly at the thought. Chae sighs relieved she didn’t have to convince you much.

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Friday 7:56pm

“You free to hangout to night?” Jungkook asks. “We can watch that terrifier movie, or whatever.” He enthuses but his tone stays calm. You’d like that but it seems that you and Jungkook are in two different time zones. When you’re free he’s busy, when you’re busy he’s free.

Stumbling across your room with the phone between your palm and ear, you try to pair an outfit for tonight. It’s just a girl’s thing so you don’t have to freak out about it. You don’t want to look lame thought, what if the others are going all out? “Did you forget I told you I’m going out tonight?”

“Really?” he feigns forgetfulness. He’s trying to get you to change your mind, knowing very well that you told him you’d be going out. As much as you’d like to hang out with him like old times, you can’t miss it because you’d hate to ditch Chae after you agreed to go. You’d hate for someone to do that to you, so you won’t do it to someone else.

You roll your eyes knowing damn well he knew. “Are you still at work?” you ask when you hear the noise in his background.

He sighs heavily giving you your answer. “Yeah. But hopefully tonight is the last day of hard labour.” He rolls his eyes staring at the direction of Irene’s office.

You pout hearing how tired he sounds. He’s been working too hard. “My break is coming up soon and Jimin’s gonna be back so maybe we can all hangout then.” You suggest whilst looking into your closet debating on choosing pants or a dress.

Jungkook is silent before he speaks. “I’ve actually missed the guy.” he acknowledges, a thoughtful look on his face. You grin. “Don’t’ tell him that though.” he pleads knowing you’d tell and the big head Jimin would grow.

“Already sent.”

“I can never trust you y/l/n”

You both chuckle.

“You know better than too jeon.”

Theres a silence that falls for a moment. You check to see if he’s cut. He’s still on the line. And before you can fill the silence he speaks. He’s voice soft and sincere. “Gosh I’ve missed hanging out with you.” Why the heck is that making you blush, maybe it’s the way his voice lowers or how he groans deeply after. It’s simple words you’ve both said to each other many times.

“Sucks.” Is all you can muster to say. Makes you sound like you haven’t missed hanging out with him too. You have though.

Whether Jungkook notices or not you don’t know cause he’s soon to speaking again. “Who are you going out with again?” he changes the topic, knowing how bad you are with sentimentals.

“Work friends.”

You hear him hum and it sounds like an insult is brewing. “What?” your pause with your hand on your hip. An action Jungkook suspects you’re doing.

“Nothing.” he shrugs off but you know him better.

“Say what you want to say.”

He shakes he’s head like you can even see the action. “I have nothing to say.” He purses his lips his voice raises along the sentence.

“Jungkook I’m gonna end th-”

“You didn’t tell me you made friends from the office.”

You laugh. He sounds so childish.

“Well, I did. Just one though.” Your voice lowers. You don’t mind having one friend at the office. You’re there to work and not make friends.

“Hoseok?”

You scrunch your face. “Hell no.” You both laugh, knowing how friendship is the last thing you and hoseok have. “Chae. She’s my cubicle neighbour.” You chuckle at how you’d adapted to the term. Theres no easier way to describe.

Jungkook nods taking in the information you give. “That’s good, she nice to you?” his voice gets a little more serious, causing you furrow your brows. This is one thing you know Jungkook for, worrying about who you’re around. You’ve grown to just know that that’s who he is, caring, and would do it for all his friends.

It doesn’t stop you from scolding him though. “Jungkook I’m not a baby.”

“Just asking.” He shrugs going silent afterwards.

This time you fill the silence. “She is kind to me.” It feels good to have someone kind to you in the office, seeing that you are sort of in the infancy stage at the company. “I’ll introduce you two one day.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “So that?”

Grinning you respond. “I don’t know, maybe you’ll like her. She’s cute.” Being aware of how much he dislikes this topic you find pleasure in teasing him about it. You’ve given up on finding him a blind date, but you won’t shy away from teasing him about it.

“Yn...” he warns threatening to end the call.

After your fit of laughter, you collect yourself to speak. “Don’t cut you need to judge my outfit.” you speak through the ruminates of your laughter.

Jungkook narrows his eyes. “Give me a sec.” He says switching to video.

The call doesn’t last long afterwards he helps you find clothes, though he’s choices had you narrowing your eyes at him. It’s not like he knows much about women’s fashion, so you don’t blame him much.

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Friday 8:22pm

‘’Why’d you call me over.’’ Jungkook says walking to Irene who’s just outside her office which is intersected with the shop. She standing up to try and meet Jungkook’s height. She’s got an excited smirk on her face which has Jungkook all the more confused. Jungkook just stands hands folded.

“Since you guys have been working so hard.” She starts. And walks around her desk. And as she’s about to continue she’s interrupted by a voice that has Jungkook turning his head behind.

“You mean over working them?” a sudden deep voice is heard as the familiar figure enters the room.

Isabel’s father is never usually here. He thought it would be best to leave his shop to his daughter, who in his opinion runs it well, but still has a lot to learn. Jungkook would say Isabel runs the shop well, but this overtime thing has her on his bad side.

“Appaa” she whines feeling embarrassed and not at all excited to see him. She had watched him walk into the shop during Jungkook’s lunch. But the look on Jungkook’s face tells her he hadn’t noticed her father’s arrival.

Jungkook hadn’t realized he was here, but maybe if he looked closer and wasn’t so distracted, he would’ve noticed the man had been watching him all along. Did he mention how much Isabel’s father, Mr lee, liked him.

“Jungkook, son!” he exclaims as he pulls Jungkook into one of those bear hugs he can’t escape.

Jungkook scrunches his face patting his back and inching to move away. “Mr lee, it’s been a long time.”

“Don’t be so formal with me, you’re like a son.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder and the smaller hums in pain and embarrassment. What’s more embarrassing is the fact that everyone in the shop can hear the conversation, due to the man’s large voice.

“Appa, can I finish what I was saying.”

“Go ahead dear.” He says still not moving from next to Jungkook.

She clears her throat. “I was saying, for celebration and an apology for working you guys overtime, I was thinking I take you all out for soju and food.”

The reaction was not what she was expecting. O f course she was not expecting everyone to leap for joy. But silence and awkward stares was not on the card as well.

“i have to pick up my daughter from my mother’s place.” One guy from across the room proclaims.

“it’s my girlfriend’s birthday today and i don’t want to disappoint.” Another adds. Everyone seems to have a reason not to go. With everyone one else giving their excuses Jungkook is the only one left. No excuse to cover for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sure you’re free right?” Mr lee chimes in causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge out.

“Uh actuall-” his tongue slips around as he tries to speak and find the words to get him out of this situation.

“You’re gonna let her go all by herself, come on” he leans in “you’re a young man with no one waiting for him at home. Go out enjoy. I wish I could” he laughs out knowing his wife would not be pleased to hear him say that.

Irene rolls her eyes. “it’s okay if he’s busy, don’t force him” she folds her lips, starting to touch at some files on her desk. She does have work to do so dinner was probably a waste of brain usage.

“I’ll go.” Jungkook spits out, what does he have to lose with this. They’ll eat and he can finally be out to rest.

“That’s my boy.” Jungkook flinches at how harshly Mr lee’s hand lands on his shoulder. Gosh it’s gonna bruise. “I’ll be leaving as well, just came to take a peek.”

“Because you don’t trust me?” she knows that’s the reason even though he tries to feign ignorance. Instead of defending himself he stays silent. He moves in to hug her.

“You should visit soon. Your mother misses you.” He speaks into her hair.

“I will.” She doubts internally.

He hums taking her word for it. With a huge smile forming and turning to a quiet Jungkook he adds, “when you do, bring Jungkook. Your mother will love him.”

“Appa, stop that” she nudges for him to stop. He finds it amusing when they find it awkward and weird. You’re colleagues. She’s, his boss. It would never happen.

Soon they both sigh in relief as they watch the car drive off.

She turns to Jungkook, “you don’t have to-”

“Are we using my car or yours.” Jungkook cuts her off, being a man of his word he has to go through. He had nothing better to do anyways. You’re out probably having fun, he could too.

“Ah- I guess yours is fine.” She says nervously and confused at why he still wants to go. He doesn’t have to pretend.

“I’ll be waiting.” He says walking to his car knowing she has to lock up.

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Friday 8:45pm

You forgot how loud the music is in a club. It tears through your ear drums to get to your brain. Your brain thumps to its rhythm. Still, you walk on through the crowd, heat and smell of sweat enveloping your sensing, that’s one thing you didn’t miss. You keep walking the strobe lights catching your attention, like it’s the first time. Chae’s hand stays firm in yours to guide you through, if only she knew how well you know the format of this club.

You’ve been to this club before, but not many times. You always preferred the one across town. This one was too close to home, and you feared bumping into someone you know. You still do.

“We should grab some drinks first.” Chae says to everyone you’re with, which is not many. You’re just five. Dian, who’s an intern like you but you’re not so close to. Jen, who’s another intern but for the marketing team and Sooya who’s the leader for team one in sales, her team is all men so they weren’t allowed to attend. Honestly, she needed a break from them, nothing more irritating than leading men with underlying misogyny brewing in them.

“I can’t get too drunk.” Sooya says as she orders her mocktail. “I have a Saturday review meeting tomorrow and the last thing I need is to be nursing a hangover.” They all chuckle.

“How about you?” Chae turns to ask you, her eyes glowing under the lights, like a puppy.

You hesitate for a second looking confused like a nun being asked how much she’s gonna drink. Are you gonna drink much tonight? No. Just a little. You never came to get totalled, just let loose. You’d hate to be stumbling into the dark of your apartment like you left it. And you’re aware how hard it’d be to find the switch, that’s if you get past typing your pin. You know this night is gonna end late, so it’s be safer to drink less.

You all pick drinks of your choice and find yourselves dancing amongst the crowd slowly sipping at your drinks as not to get drunk so fast. Not Chae though, she’s on her third. You laugh as you watch, in real time, how the alcohol makes her cheeks blush.

You’re lost in the music, your blood rushing through your body quick, taking the alcohol you’ve consumed with it. Why the heck do these drinks have to be so good. The sweetest one’s get you the most. And they’re the ones you’ve been indulging in. One? Two? Four? Yeah four. Or more you can’t tell your head from your ass right now, let alone how many glasses the bartender handed you. All you can remember is he’s are you sure look. Which you brushed off. As the night goes on you find a way to your old ways. You thought tonight would be awkward cause you haven’t hang out with these girls much or before, but it’s pleasantly going well. You’re all getting along well, like you’ve always known each other.

The room is spinning but you spin with it, choosing to sway your body to the music, with Chae and the other girls cheering you on. You barely pay attention to the heat. You’re having too much fun, the DJ playing many of your favourite hits.

You’ve come to realize that they are cool, even Sooya who comes off a little mean in the office. But tonight, you’ve learnt she’s actually the opposite and she does it to keep the men in the office and her team in check.

You’ve learnt she’s a great dancer too.

Of course, some guys try to approach you all but you’re quick to cussing them out. It’s girls’ night, do you have to tattoo it on all your foreheads. giggle.

You’re all dancing, giggling, taking pictures and having fun when you get this knot in your stomach. It’s as if it’s squeezing itself and the feelings unbearable. And when you involuntarily gag, you know what it means. You’re about to puke. Gosh you thought you were better at this. It’s been a while though, so it’s like you have to retrain your tolerance. But with the way you’re feeling you doubt you’ll ever want to look at alcohol again.

Your body gives you chance to tell the girls you have to use the bathroom and luckily, they don’t question you too much. Knowing the bathrooms will probably be stuffed, you brisk walk your way to the alleyway. Once there you lean over, try to get whatever’s bugging you to leave your body. But nothing. You hurl, voluntarily and involuntarily but nothing. Is your freaking body playing tricks on you? You thought you wanted to puke but evidence is showing otherwise. And the knot still in your stomach is only causing your frustration to grow.

You feel your eyes fill with tears of frustration. What do have to do to get this to stop. you groan gripping your stomach. You should go home; you should really go home. Maybe you should call Jungkook to pick you up, because you feel horri—

“Yn?” a voice speaks. A familiar voice and like a sign of its irritation in your life, your stomach knots more. You groan. “Are you okay?” he questions moving closer to you and telling his friends to go on without him. He doesn’t know how he realized it’s you, maybe your side profile. But he’s glad he’s not wrong, otherwise this would’ve been an awkward encounter.

He moves to placing a hand on your back and leaning down to check your scrunched up face. You’d recognized him from his first word, but you could honestly recognize him from his scent if it came to it. Nothing has changed about him.

“Are you okay?” he asks once more when you don’t respond. The last thing you want to do is speak right now. “Yn, tell me if you’re okay. Do I need to take you to the hospital.” You chuckle even though it intensifies your uncomfortable state. Can’t he read fucking body language. The knot in your stomach has now moved to your heart and not in a friendly way.

So, forcing yourself you shrug his hand off your back. He moves. “I’m fine.” You’re not but it’s not something he should concern himself with. Why does he even care. Your back is slightly hunched (you try to not make a scene.) and your steps are slow, your pain is back but honestly you want to get away from him more.

“Bro, you coming?” one of his friends return to ask, the guy looks at you. Not concerned, they never are. His friend knows who you are and you know him, gosh how clueless you were, from his friends to him. All dirtbags.

He waves his friend off and he stares at you one last time before leaving. You seat yourself on a half wall Infront of the club, just to get some more fresh air, it seems to be helping.

“Who are you here with?” you can’t decipher why he’s asking. Is it because he cares or he’s afraid he’d have to have an encounter with Jungkook.

You focus on your breathing. “You should go with your friend.” you groan out, leaving no room for conversation. You thought you missed him, but for some reason looking at him pisses you off. This is why you don’t like this club, it’s to close to home.

“Yn.” He warns like he used to. He doesn’t want to argue, you look sick and he’s been wanting to meet with you. So, it hurts to see this is how you’re dealing with your encounter. “Here take this.” He says handing you a bottle of room temp water. You stare at it for a second, then two. You look up at him as he nudges for you to take it. “it’s sealed I just got it from the store.” It is. Water could probably help right now. ugh. Why didn’t you think of it. You reluctantly take the bottle and look at the seal.

It is water.

You drink it and like a joke the knot in your stomach loosens.

“Thanks.” You try to hand the rest to him.

Shaking his head he says. “Who are you here with?” you’ve never known to decipher if yunho has been the protective or possessive boyfriend. You could never tell.

You knew accepting the water would make him think you’re open to conversation. You roll your eyes. “Colleagues.” You say flatly and watch how doubt glosses over his eyes. You’re not gonna explain yourself to him though. So, carefully you drop down to the ground, feeling a little better after the water. “Colleagues who I should probably get back to.” You start to walk. But yunho feeling like he’s losing his chance stops you by grabbing your wrist, his grip loosening when you turn to stare him down.

He licks his lips, nervous for some reason. He doesn’t seem drunk, maybe his night just started. “Can I just have a word with you.”

“We’ve been having a word all this time, what more do you want to say?” You’re getting upset, he’s wasting your time whilst your friends are wondering where you could be and why you’ve taken so long.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what?” sensing your hostility he chooses to quicken his talking.

He sighs, straightening his back and looking behind you. “Look yn, I’m really sorry. For everything.” he doesn’t even look at you. “I know I was such a bad boyfriend; I never treated you righ--”

“Yunho is this what you want to say to me?” you scoff.

He mumbles something under his breath from his frustration but you just stare. You’ve never been this difficult to talk to. “Why are you being difficult? You’re making this hard for me.”

You laugh bitterly. “Are you done?”

He sighs. He’s not in the slightest, but he knows why you’re upset, your little friend probably told you. He didn’t want to bring this up here but looks like it’s what you want to hear. If he says it and it helps you listen to him then he’ll say it. “I know you’re upset. I was wrong for what I did. I shouldn’t have cheated on you.” You freeze. Your brows furrow. CHEAT? When?

Your brows are touching but yunho doesn’t notice your confusion and keeps speaking. You wait, mostly silent just to arrange your thoughts. “I know...Jungkook told you and that’s why you’re so upset.” He breathes in, like he’s the one who needs it. You just stare, cheating? And now Jungkook? At this point your sickness is gone and replaced with shock. “I just want you to know she meant nothing to me. You’re the on-- ” he pauses when he sees the look on your face. Why do you look confused. Don’t you know?

“When?” is all you can ask. You lean back, your feet slightly losing balance.

Yunho stammers. “What do you mea--”

“When did you cheat?” it comes out harsh. But before he can respond you cut him off “when we were still together?”

He nods cowardly. Your breathing begins increasing. You’re gasping for air to keep yourself sane.

“Yunho!!?” you crouch to the ground. He reaches to you but you slap his hands away. Your legs don’t seem to work anymore.

Why are you acting like this. “Did you not know?”

“Do I look like I fucking knew.” You look up at him from your crouched position. Tears tittering to the edge. You run your hands on your face, you breath, well you try to. Is that why he broke up with you. It was never about Jungkook.

You stand, your legs feel wobbly like you could find home on the cold, dirty street concrete.

“It was never about Jungkook huh?” The tears fall and yunho looks like a lost dog. “You wanted me to take the fall. Be the bad guy when you were the one off doing shady stuff with who knows what.”

“Yn.”

“don’t fucking call my name.” You spit.

“j-j-Jungkook, he knew why did he never tell you.” You chuckle bitterly, your tears slipping past your lips.

“You should stop worrying about Jungkook and worry about yourself. You’re the fucking problem.”

“See? you always take Jungkook’s side.”

“Jungkook isn’t the one who cheated on me. He’s not the one who slept with me knowing he’s got some other girl on the side.”

“But he lied to you.” He states trying to get a word in. “isn’t he supposed to be your friend?”

“weren’t you supposed to be MY boyfriend?”

You just stare at him at watch how his tongue gets twisted. There’s nothing more to say. You wondered why you started to hate him but now you know.

You watch his speechless, dumb face with disgust. “Don’t ever talk to me, or approach me. Even if I’m dying.”

You turn and walk away, he tries calling out your name but you just walk and stumble, tears falling like the flood and no ark is surviving it. Nothing hurts than being disrespected like that, and then being told it’s your fault you’re breaking up. You actually loved him, him? You need to get better. Fuck him and fuck all guys like him.

As you walk to the door, Sooya walks out, the only sober one capable of coming outside to check on you. “Yn where were you; you weren’t in the bathroom--” she stops when she hears yours sniffle and watches how you try to wipe your tears.

“o-oh sorry I just got carried away.” You choose to look at the ground you stand on, you force a chuckle, hoping she will look past your tears. She doesn’t.

“what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You quickly reply trying to wipe the tears that keep falling.

She moves closer to you, bringing you into a hug, her being closer to your height making it easier. If this was Chae, you’d have to dip lower to be able to lean on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You try not to cry on her shoulder and stain her clothes. You pull away still wiping tears. “Do you wanna go home? I can tell the girls. We’ve been out too long anyways.”

“You guys can stay if you want to, I’ll just an uber.” You wouldn’t want to hinder their fun, you barely wanted anyone to find you in this state. It’s humiliating. What are they going to say when they see you in the office. For all you know she could tell everyone in the office. Knowing all this, why the hell are you still crying.

You just want to go home.

“I’ll just call for an uber.” You say stumbling and pulling out your phone, to call an uber.

Sooya watches as you call for an uber and luckily the car is not far. Soon it’s rolling up by the roadside and waiting for you.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” you don’t have an answer, not now. But you’ll give her something everyone says.

“Yeah.” You smile. “Ill see you at work if I get the job.” You try to throw in some humour.

“You will.” She’s not part of the team that does the hiring but she’s seen how hard of a worker you are. And whatever’s just happened she hopes you’ll truly get better.

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Friday 11:43

When you’re sat in the back of the car, city light blurred from your tears and drunkenness all you can do is think.

Think about what’s going on with you. You’re not even thinking about the cheating, you’re upset and heart broken, yes. But what do you expect from men like yunho. Your friends did say stuff that you didn’t realize but now do. You’re not even thinking about that.

What you’re thinking about is Jungkook. He knew and he didn’t tell you. How long has he known? How did he even find out.

Why aren’t you mad at him? You want to, you feel like you should but you can’t. Jungkook would never hide stuff from you maliciously. If it was you, would you even tell him? Would tell him and watch how he’d break down cause of how the girl he loved cheated on him. You couldn’t. You don’t even know how you’d do it.

Maybe that’s why you can’t be upset. Cause you’d do the same thing. Maybe he was going to tell you, maybe like you he found out tonight. Your thoughts are nonsense right now. nothing but nonsense. You just wanna take some painkiller, shower and sleep.

All alone?

You’re starting to sob again. The driver looks through his rearview mirror and you know he’s looking at a sobbing you. But he chooses to say nothing, which you appreciate.

At the club and in this car, you hadn’t felt horrible, you did, but the fact that people were around you consoled you. The noise of the club and the engine and cars stops your thoughts from going too far. So, when you think about the fact that you’re gonna be all alone when you get home, makes you wanna cry more. All alone. You don’t want to be alone right now, any other day, okay. But not today, not now.

You don’t wanna be alone.

“Is it okay if I can change the destination?” you ask the man through sniffles.

He looks through the rearview once more. “Sure dear.” He says comfortingly and you’re so glad he’s not some creep; you don’t have energy to deal with that.

“Where do you want to go?” your answer is quick, the address engraved on your brain to the tea.

It’s a no brainer.

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Friday 9:45pm

Jungkook had always wondered if Irene liked him. The thought crossed his mind now and then, but it never stuck. She never gave off that kind of vibe—or maybe he just couldn’t see her that way. She was his boss, after all. Someone he humoured when she teased him at work. Attractive? Sure. He wouldn’t deny that. But something about her just didn’t... click. Maybe it was because they didn’t know each other that well outside of work. Or maybe it was because his thoughts were always occupied by other things. Either way, it wasn’t something worth lingering on.

“Sorry about my dad,” Irene says, breaking the silence. She sets her purse on the seat next to her, avoiding his gaze. “He can be a little over the top.”

Jungkook glances up from his menu, watching her fidget with the strap of her purse. Is she nervous? That’s new. She’s always so cocky and confident at the shop—seeing her like this almost made him want to laugh.

“It’s fine. I get it,” he says, returning his focus to the menu. He wasn’t really reading it, though.

The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably, and Jungkook could see Irene shifting in her seat out of the corner of his eye. Finally, she speaks.

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” her voice hesitant. “Plus... it’s kind of weird, just the two of us.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “What’s so weird? It’s just dinner.”

She nods quickly, almost too quickly. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just dinner.”

The awkwardness lingers until the food arrives. But as they eat, the tension eases. They chat more comfortably, even laughing at a few shared jokes. For a moment, it almost feels normal.

When the waitress clears their plates, Jungkook leans back in his chair. “Want me to drop you off, or should we swing by the shop to grab your car?”

“Just take me home,” Irene says with a small shrug. “I’ll be at the shop tomorrow anyway.”

He pauses. “Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Relaxing isn’t really my thing. I’ve got to go through the books.”

He sucks in a breath nodding. “Sounds exciting,” he teases with a smirk.

“Very,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes.

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Saturday 12:00am

Walking to the apartment is a struggle through your blurry eyes, but luckily you wouldn’t even need your eyes to get to his door. Your legs know the route perfectly. Paying the driver was even more embarrassing cause of how hard it was to determine which notes were which. But after you were able to get the papers in order you paid and were quick out the door. You didn’t even make sure to check if he’d stopped at the right place, all you wanted was to be out of there.

Once you were out the cold air reminding you of how harsh life is, you relaxed. You didn’t want attention on you, the Seoul streets are still alive at midnight and the last thing you’d want to be in a stranger’s memory is the girl who was on the street, crying her eyes out. You sucked what was left of your sobs in as you walked to the entrance of Jungkook’s apartment building. He lived on a higher floor and all you were hoping for was to be alone in the elevator.

At least you were granted that. Fuck, I’m an ugly crier. Is what you’re thinking to yourself as you stare momentarily into the mirrored walls of the elevator. Once the heavy metal doors close, you sigh. You’re alone. Alone with your thoughts. You wipe the tears off your face so harshly you might peel back your skin. You could just let them fall, but you the feeling of tears running down and drying on your face. Though it doesn’t do much the wiping helps.

You distract yourself by counting along with the elevator, 1.2.3....

For how long were you not going to know? If you hadn’t bumped into him tonight, would you have gone forever without knowing what that jerk did. Jungkook. Jungkook knew, was he going to tell you, probably, he’d never hide this from you for forever. You don’t even want to be upset with Jungkook. You should’ve known, you should’ve been smarter. Gosh you wish you knew better.

Sniffle...

Ding. When the doors open and you spot an elderly couple walk in chatting happily, you sniffle in your sobs and wipe the tears that run down on there own accord. The elderly woman stares at you and you bow at her giving her a false smile. You hope she hasn’t recognized you.

Once they’re in and you’re out, the doors shut with a loud thud that has you flinching. You forget how noisy the contraption is.

Feeling lost and laggy you have to snap yourself out of staring at the door. Is this even the right floor, you didn’t check. All the walls look the same: endless, repeating and monotone. Makes you feel like you’re in your own mind.

Why the fuck did you come here, you should’ve gone to your own home. Is Jungkook even home? Does he even want to see you? He must be sleeping, he probably had a long day at work and its midnight, you don’t want to bother him. Just because you’re suffering doesn’t mean you should bother others.

You know the way, the number of steps to take till you’re at his door. You can see a little of his door from where you stand. You take a step forward, you pause. Go home yn, you can hear Jungkook’s voice say in your head. You know it’s not his, your mind is just playing with you. Jungkook has never told you to go home, especially when you’re in a fit of emotions like this. He’s always told you how welcome you are at his, and how you should always call him when you need something.

You need something right now. You need someone.

“What am I doing?” you whisper to yourself when you find your feet heavy to move. Your heart tightens and pounds at the same time and you swear you’ll explode anytime soon. You feel like a ticking time bomb, only seconds from destroying everything around you.

Just move. You chant as you walk to Jungkook’s front door. You stand there like having another task you have to accomplish. Gosh this is so embarrassing; you’re acting pathetic right now.

Other times you’re so confident knocking on Jungkook’s door, but now you’re reduced to a coward, feeling anything but worthy to cry on a friend’s shoulders. What if all this time Jungkook has never been your friend and been pretending. Shut up!

Knock

Wrapping your arms around your torso like the cold air’s personally followed you up to torment you as well, you look down the hallway. For no specific reason, maybe just to pass time while you wait for him to open the door. He doesn’t answer. What if he isn’t home? Like an idiot knocking on a door with no one inside. But to be fair your knock was pretty lame, no one would hear it, you barely could hear it yourself.

You clench you jaw and fist your hands; you’re getting frustrated with yourself you’ve done this a million times, it’s just Jungkook. He’d be so mad if he knew you’d even doubted knocking on his door. So just knock...

KNOCK!

Not that hard, Yn. You rub your knuckles after the impact.

Inside Jungkook flinches at the loud bang on his door. He stares in its direction for a moment. Is he getting raided?

He’d just gotten home from dropping Irene off. He’d barely taken off his jacket or shoes when he thought to call you. You hadn’t updated him or sent pics of your night. He can’t himself but feel worried, are you drunk? Are your friends taking care of you? He chuckles. “I do sound like I’m babying her.” He laughs to himself.

He pulls his phone out of his jacket, to call you. Just to make sure you’re okay. He presses the button to call you and walks to the door to see who’d be banging on his door at the den of night.

The call rings as he’s opening the door. As he opens it, he hears that silly ringtone of yours. Only unique to you.

The door swings open revealing your slouched and tear-stained face. You’ve been crying... wait what are you even doing here?

“Yn?” he says still processing his shock. “what’s wrong?” his brows furrow and voice reeks of worry and fear, did something happen at the club. Before he can think anything more your tiny sniffle brings him to reality.

“Get in.” He says pulling you in. Before he closes the door, he’s peeping outside to make sure it’s not cause of some creep following you up here. He’s still holding your wrist when he closes the door. Once it’s shut. It’s just you and him.

You thought you’d be stronger, strong enough not to break down immediately, when you saw him. But you guess you don’t know yourself that well. When your eyes meet, his low and filled with concern and yours filled with tears, they fall, Jungkook tries to speak but your wobbly voice beats him. “Jungkook...” you whisper not knowing what else to say. You don’t need to say much and even though he’s not informed well enough, he doesn’t need to be to pull you into him and wrapping his arm around you to cry on his chest.

In gasps you breathe in a mix of his cologne and your tears. Your sobs causing your body to shake. Jungkook’s hold grows stronger. He has a lot of questions and concerns but he’ll wait till you calm down. One hand rubs your back and the other holds your head. You’re so close to him you can feel his chest rise and fall, but it’s more of a comfort than a concern. A reminded that you aren’t alone.

His doorway is narrow but it feels like and open space. Like there’s nothing around, not even your thoughts.

“it’s okay, I’m here.” He whispers for you to hear. And when you do it leads to even stronger waves of sobs. With Jungkook you didn’t need to worry about how you cried, you didn’t need to be polite with it. He’s seen all your sobs; the raw and rough ones, the angry ones, the fake ones and the one when you laugh. He’s seen them all. There’s no hiding from him.

You fall weak and Jungkook stands to hold you. There’s a lot he’s thinking but one thing is how glad he is you came to him.

“I’m sorry...” he’s confused when he processes your words, muffled by his chest. You pull away slightly, just so you can look up at him. Jungkook’s hand is quick to cupping your cheek and wiping your tears. You’ve calmed down, and your sobs are settling. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, kook. I kn-”

Jungkook cuts you off shaking his head. “it’s okay, I want you here.” He whispers, calming you with his thump wiping away tears.

You feel embarrassed to be here, crying and your mascara running down your face in particles. Probably. Jungkook won’t tell you but it is, not a lot. You make it look artistic though. A pretty canvas, he thinks.

You don’t want to look him in the eyes, you want to stare at how much you’ve ruined his shirt for a moment longer. But slowly Jungkook is pulling your face up to look at him. He stares at you for a moment, eyes soft and analysing your features. You bite your lip, embarrassed under his gaze. Like you’ve never done something way more embarrassing.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You could start cry at that question alone and the way you look to the wall tells him that. You’re trying to hold the rest of them in.

He drops his hand from your cheek but still keeps that close distance.

You collect your thoughts to speak. You’re calmer now, though you still feel the effects of alcohol. Your consciousness fights for dominance. “Um...at the club...” you start and Jungkook nods for you to go on, he feels that worry creep in again as you speak. “At the club, I-uh I.” Why can’t you think straight. Jungkook rubs up your arm to encourage you. You take a deep breath. “I met yunho.” You say the name and look up at Jungkook for a reaction. You can’t read his face; he just stares down at you, listening.

You still have more to say so you go on. “I went outside because I felt like puking. And uhm he saw me.” you swallow. You felt sick and didn’t call him? He pushes the thought away for the moment. “I didn’t want to talk to him, but then we ending up talking...” Maybe he should’ve come with you, is what he’s thinking. But he chooses not to dwell on it much. He’s thinking a lot of things, like where the story is going. “H-he then let it slip that he uh—that he cheated on me.”

Shit and for the first time Jungkook looks away from you for a second. “ahhh” is all he can say when he’s looking back at you.

You can assume what he’s thinking. No, you’re not upset. “He told me you knew. But I’m not upset with you.” The knot in his throat loosens. You’re not upset but he is. Maybe if he told you earlier you wouldn’t cry this much. Makes him feel like a horrible friend, he is for not telling you, he’s hating himself right not.

“it’s okay kook.” you bring your hand to pat his cheek with a weak smile. “I’d probably do the same honestly. I don’t know how I’d say it.”

“I was gonna tell you know right?”

“I know.” You smile. “I’m glad you didn’t, honestly. it would’ve fucked with my job.”

He smiles when you do. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“Nope.” You shake your head childishly.

There’s a silence that falls. But you fill it with your curiosity. “how’d you find out?’

Jungkook sucks in a breath. Right now, wouldn’t be the right now to tell you right? “Can we talk about that later?”

You nod not minding but still curious. Yunho and Jungkook are the last on earth to be in a room together so how would he find out, is of interest to you.

“I’m glad you came to me.” He pulls you into him smiling, you roll your eyes.

“it’s only cause your place was closer. Don’t flatter yourself.” You push at his chest lightly.

He chuckles. “Too late I’m already flattered.”

You laugh softly and Jungkook couldn’t be more happy to see you smile.

What now? You just stand here. You don’t want to move and neither does he. The moment feels comforting, a different side to your friends and with the comfortable silence falling between the two of you, you can’t help but lay your head on his shoulder, this time relaxed. Jungkook welcomes your embrace as your breath brushes past his neck in soft whisps. Your hand on his chest scrunches up his shirt like you can’t ruin the shirt anymore. The action tells him how still shaken up you are.

Jungkook holds onto your lower back as hie watches your hand move. “You’re gonna have to pay for my dry cleaning.” He jokes and looks down to see a small relaxed smile form on your face.

“Not paying for shit jeon.” You chuckle, taking in his scent with every breath. How does he mange to smell so good every time, even after the gym he manages to retain the scent. It relaxes you.

“You never do.” He states causing you to lift your head a little, to look him in the eye confidently this time.

“And whose fault is that?” you say softly with narrowed eyes.

When Jungkook doesn’t open his mouth to defend himself you know you’ve won. You go back to your position. A position that gets you a new and good (though not clear) look of Jungkook face. He’s skin; sun kissed reminding you how you forget to remind to apply sun screen. All it’s little details you’ve never noticed; the tiny moles and a scar. You use your finger to trace it, softly. Jungkook’s confused by the action but if it’s helping you, he’ll let you. Then your eyes move to his nose, softly curved. A perfect place for butterflies to land. Then your eyes stare at his lips...

“Yn, what are you doing?” he says through a laugh, holding your wrist. You hadn’t even noticed your finger tracing his features.

“Sorry.” you pull your hand to yourself.

He smiles, “s’okay” it was unexpected but it’s you so he doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind a lot that you do. Though you still have your shortcomings. You both do. “Do you wanna-”

“Jungkook?” you interrupt him, not realizing he wanted to say something. From all the events that have occurred this is when you decide to give credit of some of your actions to your intoxication. So much has gone on you forgot how much you had to drink. The stumbling in your purse, the thoughts, the crying and even what you’re about to say.

“What’s wrong.” Jungkook asks when you go silent.

“Kook?” you call his name again and he can’t help but laugh.

“Talk to me, bunny.”

You go silent for a moment, not to rethink what you want to say, because you’re too buzzed for that, but because you can’t think straight. “Kook...”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. Through an impatient chuckle he speaks, “yn tell me what you want to sa-”

“Can you kiss me?” the words are sudden but sure. Wait he can’t be sure of that; your eyes have fallen closed, so you could just be talking through tiredness.

When you open your eyes you scan his face for a reaction, a response.

Your words come out in a desperate, pleading voice which causes Jungkook to wonder if you’re saying this from the hurt, you’re feeling. It’s probably the fact that you’re hurting and sad.

“What?” is all he can say for the moment. Feeling a drunken embarrassment, you pull away from him but he still keeps you close.

You shake your head, you shouldn’t have said that, why did you? This is why you don’t like drinking; you say the stupidest shit. “I just...” you look away feeling embarrassed and wishing you’d take the words back. “Forget it. I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” he interrupts gently. “Yn, look at me.”

You do, your eyes filled with embarrassment, regret and something he couldn’t place a finger on. Something that has him still talking. He searches your face. He can feel his heart beat a little nervously and if you had your hand over it, you’d feel.

“Will it make you feel better?” he asks softly, his voice tender but cautious.

You don’t answer right away. Your lips trembling and then you nod, a small, almost imperceptible motion. That’s what you think, you think you will feel better. You hope.

“If it’ll make you feel better…” he says, leaning in slightly, “I’ll do it.”

The silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, closing the distance. He leans in slowly giving you a chance to pull away but you don’t. Something in him wishes you did. Instead, your lips part. Jungkook presses his lips to yours. A little nervously, like it’s his first kiss, well it is with you. One of the reasons it’s soft and slow, he’s not doing this for his own pleasure, it’s simply to make you feel better.

The heat of his skin against yours, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a gentle brush. His kiss deepens, warm and comforting, yet charged with an emotion that make your knees weak. Is this how he kisses those girls of his, softly and so tendering, like he can’t let go. Your hands find his chest, clutching his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment, to the kiss.

For a moment the hurt and heartbreak you felt washes away, completely. Then he slowly pulls away and you don’t know what you’re feeling, you can’t differentiate any two emotions from the other.

You stare into nothing even though everything is in front of you. “Yn...” Jungkook calls your name realizing how you seem to have dissociated.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, tears slipping down your cheek again. This time you have no clue why.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, brushing them away with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to be sorry with me.”

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A/n: 10k words as an apology. We can now get the plot going🤪 let me know what you think.

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pacifierbby · 9 months ago

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★ *. * · 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫? you could write something about jealous Lando pleasee. Honestly, I don’t really know what it could be, fluff, smut, or angst. I’ll leave it up to you ♡

୨ৎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 LN4 x reader

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୨ৎ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓

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He could never understand why you dated so many dickhead men all of them lead to you ringing him up in the middle of the night crying for him to pick you up because yet another fight has occurred leading him to console you over a bottle of wine and some much-needed cuddles he just wished that you would open up and see everything he did for you was because he fell madly in love with you he was just coward to even tell you scared to even ruin the friendship between the both of you making him move into self-pity when you go crying to him wishing he would tell you how much he loves you. The day you told him that you've got another boy on the block that you think it's going really well and that maybe he's the one and not one toxic trait coming from him did massively hurt lando he just wished for your sake that that was true and that you found the one.

You and Lando chilling in his Monaco apartment the sun shining through the big bay windows giving you a soft glow "Hey Lando what are you doing tonight?" looking over to you "Uh nothing tonight was thinking off chilling in for the night" shrugging "well me and ben thinking about going to that new club if you want to join" making his smile instantly fade quickly smiling so you didn't notice "uh yeah sure" making sure that you didn't notice which you were more engrossed in your phone than him at the moment having this small feeling that something was going to go wrong tonight but he keep that between himself knowing it will probably cause a fight between you both the last time he announced his thoughts about your ex you told him that everything was wrong and stopped being an arsehole and that he was using you to get to him was completely wrong when later down the line he was right and you apologised massively for that and ever since then he watched you figure your ex-boyfriends out yourself.

Lando always knew how you felt after that and you told him that a couple of guys before that did try and use you to see him and ever since then he promised himself and to you that he would never bring the conversation up again knowing how much that it affected you which you were happy that he listened to you and your feelings Lando didn't know that deep down that you wished he was something more to you but just like him you was a coward to even tell him and that all these guys are just to push your feelings away from him and with Ben that worked greatly. As much as it hurt him it hurt you seeing him with so many women daily making you separate from him for a little which he never understood why but it was easier for you like that.

"Ben said that's great and we are going at 8 o clock is that okay for you?" looking away from your phone towards him "Uh yeah will it be fine for me to invite Margarida? Making your heart stop a little "Yeah yeah that's fine" getting up from the comfort of the couch "Well I'm going to go back to my apartment to get ready I think Ben is going to pick me up so I'll meet you at the club?" making Lando nod walking over giving you a side hug walking you over to his door.

He knew he shouldn't have asked if his recent hook-up could come but he really needed to get you and Ben out of his mind for the rest of the night only he could think that Margarida would be a better option other than alcohol quickly sending her a text. He never told you that she was a hook-up he just wanted you to automatically think that they were together hoping for some kind of reaction from you which you didn't really show. he doesn't know how long he can put this charade up for...

8 o'clock came quicker than he hoped the sun slowly moving down behind the clouds sighing and looking at himself in the mirror "Hey babe do you like my dress" rolling his eyes " Marg haven't I told you to stop calling me that?!" he couldn't really stand her voice at the moment "but yes yes I do now come on they're here" not even give her another chance to change the godamn dress for the seventeenth time that hour.

The new club was lively tonight well obviously they are all here for the same reason you are. Looking towards Lando I saw that he was more interested in the glass than whatever Marg was actually saying to him which was odd but you cant deny Lando had picked a really gorgeous girl slim, blonde hair a model all-check box list that you couldn't really check for him yes you was jealous of Marg knowing that she has something that you don't which you truly wished you had "hey Lando shall we get the drinks?" ben spoke interrupting your thoughts which honestly you was actually thankful for but looking at lando it's like his thoughts been interrupted to "uh yeah sure"

Lando looks over towards you every chance he can get to make sure you are okay "So you and Marg eh?" Ben spoke making his eyes leave you "' we're really not together she's just one of my huck-ups" taking a sip of his beer while waiting for the other orders "Oh well if we're on that category" Ben paused "I'm only with her because of you" making Lando look back at him furious his hands tightly around his glass "What!" Lando automatically wants to meet his hands with his face but he knows he cant "Well you're cool and she's your friend so she is my better option" he laughed a little not really observing that Lando was mad "Are you joking Ben that women has everything that you need why!" "well the sex is another good thing" that was it for Lando his fist connecting to his face.

However, y/n saw everything running towards the boys "What the hell Lando!" dragging Ben next to her and looking at his face "Tell her what you told me tell her!" Y/N looked confused towards Ben but only he smirked: "I don't know what you're talking about?" Lando's hands fisted once again "this dickhead told me he only wants you Y/N because you are my friend and I quote that sex is another good thing" She didn't want to hear more "Please tell me he's joking Ben please" but ben just shrugged and nodded "then Lando had the right to hit you and hear I am stupid defending your dumb arse" she didn't want to see her cry that just shows that he won Lando grabbed her hand walking her out off the club

"I'm so sorry Lando I'm so sorry to defend him over you I don't know what to say" the tears slowly coming out Landos hand automatically wiping them away "Listen love I totally understand you didn't know you didn't listen you wasn't their I get it" out off all the words Lando know what to do or say he knew how to console you and everyday you was grateful for it "shall we go home" you just nodded wanting to get away from this club.

Both Lando and Y/n are wide awake in two separate rooms both of them thinking the same things after tonight y/n truly knew her forever was and it was under her nose forever and honestly it only took for tonight to find out the jealous thoughts when he had women surrounding him wanting to just grab him and just be hers she felt silly letting all these men degrade her when there was one man who praised her made her feel loved and praised the floor she walked on. For Lando, he thought the same the constant jealousy for all the men that she dated.

y/n walked into Lando's room she just about saw his shadow wrapped around the quilt in his bed "Are you awake" she whispered his figure slowly waking up "Come here" his voice responded lifting his quilt covers inviting in quickly jumping in "Thank you for tonight Lando I couldn't thank you enough" Lando grabbed her hand she was thankful that it was dark but the blush she had on her face will probably make her like a tomato "can I be honest with you?" Y/N nodded "Uh Y/N I like you no I love you. you honestly don't understand everything I feel when you tell me you got another boy but after tonight everything I think is because I fell for you a while ago and I'm so sorry that it took me this long to tell you" Y/N leaned over turning the bedside lamp on looking towards Lando's eyes "honestly Lando it took me tonight when in bed with my own little mind to finally understand what I'm actually feeling is that I'm falling in love with you as well I just want to say thank you for making me feel the way I should feel from a man" Lando leant over wiping the tear away from her cheek the one she didn't notice that even left her "can I kiss you" Y/N nodded both of them connected they're lips and after that she knew that Lando was forever.

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ink-bunny2 · 6 months ago

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Aaron’s such an underrated character on Aphblr tbh. He’s become one of my favorite characters in the cast as I rewatch more and more of Mystreet. Aaron will tease you, but he’s also one of the best characters in the cast to go to for emotional support. He’ll tell you as it is, smack you upside the head when you’re being crazy and shake you back to rational normalcy, but then he’ll sigh and tell you you’re gonna be just fine and everything’s gonna be okay. He is the number one (and on occasion only) holder of brain cells in the whole neighborhood. He’s the most sensible, and often the word of wisdom/rationale, much more so than Katelyn or Lucinda or Zane or Laurance are. This can often make him come off as a serious character, but he’s still down to clown! He just does it in a different way!

He’s supposed to contrast Aphmau’s louder, more extroverted, playful, ditzy, eccentric personality, by being quieter, more rational, more responsible, more cautious and careful, more reserved, a word of wisdom to contrast her crazier, chaotic energy and pranking and punning and ponies and general whimsical tomfoolery. But that does not, by any means, mean that he is not participating in the antics. Just because he’s the only one who thought to bring a first aid kit and a safety harness doesn’t mean he’s not jumping off that cliff with everyone else in this crazy cast. You tell him to dig, he’ll bring shovels. He may sigh or say “oh god not again” when shit goes awry or the gang decides they are Dead Set on doing something insane for the 10,000th time, but by god he will commit. Aphmau kidnaps a baby and goes on a mad chase for a comedic bit, and he never complains about how “stupid” and “reckless” and “obnoxious” his girlfriend is, he just says in a completely calm tone, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go save my girlfriend.” And he chases after her immediately lmao.

Aaron enables the antics and participates in them, and if you rile him up or challenge him damn well enough, he will throw himself into the group antics with an unbeatable, fiery fervor. If the boys decide they’re all gonna pretend to be Santa and his elves in order to cause prankster-variety chaos one day, Aaron would join in and go right alongside them. He’s here to make sure it all goes to plan. He’s here to make sure you don’t break any bones when you jump off that roof like a madman. He’s here to help you run away from the cops, help you break into the building. He may chide you for doing it in the first place (“do you even know what you’re doing?!”), and if needed he may drag you back home if you’re barking up the wrong tree and it’s nothing but detrimental to you, but if it’s viable for the bit, he absolutely will show you how to break a window correctly.

And he can be a little shit if he wants to, too!! He can snicker at you and tease you and make quips, and I bet if Aaron himself dedicated his energy to it, he would make the best of pranks. He’s not an asshole that’s full of himself and too serious and stoic and cool for being silly, he’s not a whiny bitch, he’s actually very incredibly supportive. At times, much more so than Garroth, Laurance, Zane, Katelyn, etc. He’s reliable, he trusts Aphmau a lot, he knows how shittily Aphmau cooks and still does his damndest to support her, and he will force himself to eat her biohazardous cooking just to make her happy. He is the chef of the household. He’s good with animals, animals love him. He’s a kind guy!!! He’s just got his own unique energy and vibe to him, that no one else in the cast really has, and I really appreciate that core trait of him. He’s a grounding character. He’s probably got his own ways that he’s weird and eccentric that are a lot more hidden than Aphmau’s. If we didn’t have Aaron, the entire neighborhood would have burned down ages ago, ten times over.

I genuinely do believe he’d make a fantastic dad, being a combination of a soft and gentle and tenderly loving man, and responsible enough to always bring safety helmets and bandaids and snacks, very supportive of his kids development, emotionally available as a great source of genuine advice and wisdom while still getting plenty of encouragement. He would probably want to make an effort to be a very different parent than his father was, and since he was emotionally neglected as a child, he would refuse to do anything similar to his own kids. He’d be a good influence (and Aphmau would be the bad influence LOL)

He’s kind of a teddy bear of a man <3 If he weren’t so heavily wolf-themed, I’d say a bear would be the best animal that’d fit his personality and energy. He’d protect you like a bear, he can be really fucking terrifying if he wants to, but he’d only use that power to make sure Aphmau gets what she wants and needs to make her happy. He’d never use that terrifying intimidation factor of his on his friends and loved ones, never as anything more than a single look that has a derailing Garroth/Laurance/Travis/Dante/Gene/etc. get right the fuck back on track and start backpedaling, like if they started saying or doing something careless or stupid that made Aphmau feel worse. He’s quiet and reserved with that tired, grounded, solid energy of a bear. He’s a big guy. But he can also be really soft and supportive and sweet. He takes more time to come out of his shell and let down his walls, but when he does, he really dedicates his life to the few people he manages to trust. And it’s that thick outer shell that makes Aphmau a good match for him, because she’s kinda the only character in the cast who’s able to bring him out of his shell so easily.

She’s kind and extremely friendly, unstoppably and unendingly so. She’s sweet and naive and selfless in the way that proves to Aaron that she’s not trying to get anything out of him, she’s not lying to him, and she would never neglect him or just…abandon him like a discarded toy once she’s through with him. She’s not scared of him. She sees the best in everybody, and sees that there’s something more underneath that scary, prickly outer shell of defenses that’s managed to push everyone else away and keep the likes of Laurance and Garroth and Katelyn on their toes. She sees what no one else does, she sees the true beauty and the kind heart he has underneath. Even in MCD, when he’s literally held a sword to her throat and threatened her life multiple times, she can still sense that he’s full of shit and there’s a kind heart underneath, and if she does a little cultivating, extends a hand of gentle kindness and genuine affection, a kind of love and affection he’s never really seen before and been starved of all his life… it works wonders, and he steps out to meet her. He changes, drastically, because she sees the best in him, and that makes him want to become the best version of himself that he can be, for her. Where he might hate himself and grapple with feeling unloveable, Aphmau is there to remind him none of its true. And so he tries to keep her nightmares away in return, sticking by her side, taking care of her, cooking for her, encouraging her to keep doing everything she does best, defends her against the bullies that make her feel like she’s not good enough, and takes her by the shoulders to remind her that she is good enough, and all the voices out there and in her head that tell her she’s not are full of shit. Because he knows first-hand, better than most, the good things she brings to those around her and the wonderful presence she is in others lives, and how wonderful she is as a person. He trusts her. He’s here to guide her along in her path to becoming her fullest self, to give her that last big nudge to boost her along the way. Likely on a cosmic level, mainly, with her becoming Irene.

He’s very sweet, he’s sweet to Aphmau, Aphmau’s even sweeter to him, and genuinely I’ve learned to love the big, fluffy guy and I really appreciate him and his impact on the other characters the more and more I see of him. I don’t really know how I would enjoy Mystreet or MCD or the Aphverse without him. If he were real, I would love to give him one big hug, I bet his hugs would be amazing (topped only by Garroth’s rib-crushing bear hugs)

#aphmau #aphblr #mystreet #aphverse #aaron lycan #aphmau aaron #mystreet aaron #aarons a wonderful character and a great guy #dude id trust him with anything. mans fuckin reliable #my dog. my stuff. my life #…my wife #lmao #and also honestly like. as someone whose so proudly against cringe culture and tries their best to encourage others to embrace their weird #and the fun parts of life and creativity #no matter how silly or stupid or weird it is #I really have ZERO place criticizing aaron or Aphmau for being self-insert characters #ohh wow yea look he’s a self insert of the directors husband. wow look she put her husband in her story #yea every time i come across a new show or comic or book that I like the nm 1 first thing I do is make sonas for me and my partner #in those shows and their worldbuilding.#‘he’s a self insert’ as if you didn’t make five of those when you were younger. and are still doing it now to this day #I have like four or more self insert ocs. cringe culture is bullshit and we uphold cringe culture mean careless bullshit way too much on #aphblr. free the Mary sues and the self inserts. be cringe be free be weird. write that werewolf omegaverse twilight fanfiction #never grow out of your werewolf x vampire phase #and play some motherfucking minecraft #embrace the Aphmau. live that good life. I’m happy and I’m cringe and I am free #and I’m giving aaron a little kiss on his head #and pats and scritches #give scritches to your local bear today #rambling

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spid3namy · 2 years ago

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Miles morales × F reader with like just in general body issues like shes not curvy with an hourglass figure and she's just insecure thinking he doesn't find her body attractive

(definitely not projecting 🤡)

pairing : e!42/1610 miles x insecure!female reader

summary : you don’t feel pretty, miles decides to help show you just how beautiful you really are to him

contains : fluff, angst, insecurities, projection, kissing, somewhat body worship, they are in their late teens, probably incorrect spanish, cussing

word count : 1352

notes : okay, so like this request was really good fr cus i used to suffer from being really insecure back in the day so this was lowkey me projecting like a LOT. also, there won’t be TOO much detail about the body type just cus like i kinda want it to be inclusive to like everyone. anyways, enjoy the story! <33

Ugly.

That’s the only thing you thought about when you stared at yourself in the mirror.

The way your body looked made your stomach churn. The way you felt as though you were nothing was a worrying known feeling that you were pretty much used to by now.

Shit sucked.

All the girls at school were so damn pretty. Each having beautiful traits on their bodies. Sophomore year of high school was when you noticed just how beautiful everyone but you was.

The guys were all over those girls. The ones with the beautiful long hair. Ones with those pretty eyes. Ones who had hourglass bodies. Ones who.. weren't you.

It was almost pathetic how obsessed you had been when it came to how the other girls looked. Why couldn’t you look like them?

Why couldn’t your body be curvy?

Why couldn’t you have big boobs?

Why couldn’t you be pretty like the other girls?

Those questions rang through your head as you continued to judge yourself through the mirror. Why were you so fucking unlucky?

“Oye hermosa! You in here?”

You jump when you hear your boyfriend’s voice. He wasn’t supposed to be here until later! You let out a noise and quickly grab a hoodie from inside your dresser, throwing it over your head before you emerge from your bedroom.

“Hey, Miles..”

“Oh there you are, I’ve been calling your name for like 5 minutes now. I was worried you might’ve not been home.”

“Sorry.. I guess, I got distracted”

Miles gives you a look before he presses a kiss onto your cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist delicately. You could feel your lips curve upwards into a smile from the affection you were given. Even if you were upset, he always knew how to cheer you up. He had always been good at that.

“How’s my beautiful girl doin’?” You try not to grimace when he speaks.

You’re not beautiful. He’s lying to you. He just wants to make you feel better. You’re actually ugly. He doesn’t love you. He wants someone else. Someone who is better and prettier than you.

That stupid voice in your head makes you want to scream. Why did it never shut up? Why did it always have to talk?

But you knew it was true. The voice was just trying to help you. To show you the truth. Well.. the truth you’ve made up in your head anyway.

“Mama, are you okay?” Miles rubbed a small circle on your waist; the feeling alone caused you to cringe.

“Don’t touch there..”

Miles stared at you in confusion, an eyebrow being raised and his hands moving up from your waist to your face. It was weird to see you being this way. One thing about being as insecure as you were, you never told anyone about it.

You preferred suffering in silence.

Besides, how was anyone really supposed to help with your body issues? With your insecurities? Sure, they can call you pretty all they want but could you really trust them? What if they were lying just to make you feel better?

It was a never-ending cycle.

“Mama, are you.. okay? Is somethin’ botherin’ you?”

“Leave it alone, Miles.”

“Y/N.”

“Miles.”

Miles lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his temples in annoyance. You always did this. Pushing things down was so annoying sometimes. Especially when all he wanted to do was help you! But no, you just had to refuse his help.

He loved you, more than anything in the world, but sometimes you were a little too much for him.

“Y/N, tell me what the problem is. I wanna help you.”

“By doin’ what, Miles? It’s not like you can just magically turn me pretty.”

There it was. Before you even realized it, you had said too much.

Miles stared at you and furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes scanning over your face before he took a step closer to you. You knew that look. That was the look he gave any boy that dared talk to you. That meant he was about to go off. And you sadly walked right into that.

“What?”

“Nothin’, Miles. I ain’t even said nothin’.”

“Don’t play this game with me, chica. The fuck did you just say?”

“It’s nothing, just fuckin’ drop it.”

Miles gives you a look and you instantly know how stupid you were for refusing to tell him. You knew you couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t show him just how vulnerable you are. Couldn’t show him just how much you hated the way your body looked. How you didn’t look like other girls.

He would think you’re pathetic.

“You smokin’ again?”

“What? No!”

“Mhm. Well, you must be high out of your fuckin’ mind to think that you’re not the most gorgeous woman on this planet. Besides Megan Thee Stallion, of course.”

“Ha ha, you’re so fuckin’ funny.” You roll your eyes at his comment, your voice filled with nothing but sarcasm from his horrible attempt at a joke. Or whatever the hell that shit was.

Miles let out a snort and took a step closer to you, cupping your face and pressing a couple of kisses onto your face. It was like he was attempting to comfort you but it was awkward to do so. At least, that’s the impression you were getting from him. You appreciated the effort but it really wasn’t work out all that well.

“Come on, jus’ look at you, mama.. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Miles, quit.”

“Shh.”

You pout and squirm around in his grip, moving your gaze away from him. He was so embarrassing sometimes. Miles continued to press kisses onto your face before his hands soon moved down to under your hoodie.

“Miles.”

“Don’t worry, mama.. I ain’t gonna do nothin’.”

“Watch your hands, boy.”

“Yes, ma’am..”

You roll your eyes but otherwise allow his hands to wander around your frame. You let out a gasp from the feeling of his cold hands moving up and down your stomach, stopping just under where your bra sat. He was getting a little too handsy. But you trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t do anything.

“You’re so gorgeous, mama. Especially when you wear those fire ass fits.”

“Mm? Which ones?”

“All of them.”

Your cheeks heat up from his comment; your hand instinctively comes up to push at his chest in embarrassment. He didn’t move away from you though, only got closer.

You knew he couldn’t make the insecurities go away. But he was doing a hell of a good job taking her mind off the reasons she was insecure in the first place. Sure, she’ll remember them later but that was a problem for when she got there. Right now, she just wanted to focus on him.

His lips and the way they felt on her skin. His fingers touching her body. His voice whispering sweet words to her. Everything caused her brain to just shut down and focus on him. And god, she fucking loved him for that.

“You’re so pretty, chica.”

You merely hum in response, your shoulders relaxing as he grabs your face. Miles looks into your beautiful e/c eyes and presses a quick kiss onto your lips, only a peck though.

“Say it, mama.”

“Say what?”

Miles looks at you like the answer to the question was just so damn obvious. And it was but still.

“Say you’re pretty.”

“Miles, I-”

“Say it.”

You let out a deep sigh and stare at him for a while. He looks at you expectedly, his eyes staying locked onto yours. There was seemingly no escape from this.

You scoff and roll your eyes before you mumble your next sentence, “‘m pretty.”

“Louder.”

“‘M pretty.” You repeat it a little louder than before, loud enough for the both of you to hear it.

“Good.” Miles smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours. It was sweet; it had always been sweet whenever you two kissed.

That voice was still in the back of your head but at least it was silenced. For now.

#☆ namy writes #fluff #e42 miles #angst #earth 42 miles angst #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles angst #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #earth 1610 miles fluff

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sweetestcaptainhughes · 10 months ago

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Oooo I hope this challenge gets you out of your funk! How about # 2 with John Marino please!

It probably sadly won't since I seem to go through many fazes of writter's block funk. I love interacting with you guys though, so 'i might start doing more events like this in the future or events in general. I've found that if I don't have time to sit down and write the entire fic in one sitting it will sit in my google drive for months... and that's my toxic trait. I love that you requested Johnny. 💞

Drabble Challange

"How long have you been standing there?"

John knew how to be quiet, even with how tall he was he was good at sneaking up on people according to you. But according to him, it was your own fault because you got stuck in your own world espically when talking to your almost 8 month baby bump. John was leaning against the wall in the kitchen as you were standing at the stove at almost 3 AM wishing you were in bed instead. But your sweet baby girl was craving some mac and cheese. The thing about pregnancy cravings that no one told you about was that it wasn't a simple craving. It was if your throat and mouth became completely dry like a dessert until your lips touched whatever it was that you were craving. Which is why you were standing in your kitchen at the 3 AM, the only light on in your apartment being the little light coming from the top microwave over the stove.

"I hope you know how much I love you that I am making mac n cheese right now." you spoke softly, as you rubbed your stomach trying to smooth the kicking.

"hey that one hurt sweet babygirl." you whisper shouted, letting out a surprised yelp as she kicked your ribcage again. "girlie you better stop." as you smoothed down your stomach.

John cracked a full blown smile from you yelling at your unborn babygirl for being such a kicker. Coming up softly behind you, his presence still unknown to you. "baby why didn't you wake me?" John gently asks finally making his presence known.

"Jesus." jumping slightly surprised to see John standing in the entry of the kitchen. "How long have you been standing there?" you ask pointing the wooden spoon you were cooking with at him as if it was a weapon. All John does is laugh as he quietly appraches you wrapping his arms around your swollen stomach putting his hand on top of yours.

"not long. but long enough to know you shouted at babygirl." he chuckles.

"hey whisper shouted" you agure back lightly laughing. "and I didn't wake you up because you have to leave early tomorrow for that roadie.

"I don't wanna go." he admits. All you do is sigh, turning around in his arms.

"Johnny." you whisper.

"What if something happens?" finally letting his anxiety about being across the country from you being spoken out loud.

"Then your a phone call away baby. We talked about this. Babygirl is due in the middle of the season. You gotta work until she's here so you take off when she is born." you reasoned. John knew you were right but it didn't help him feel better.

"But I'll miss all the late night cravings." he agrued,

"I will call you then. But you are leaving tomorrow."

"fine." he finally agreed on one condition "but only if I get a bowl of that mac and cheese." A cheeky grin on his lips.

"That's not up to me and we both know that." Both of. you laughing at a the realization that it's up to however much your babygirl feels she needs.

#john marino x reader #john marino imagine #john marino #john marino x you #john marino x y/n #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #schwritingsjm6 #john marino fic #john marino blurb #john marino fanfiction #drabble challenge

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nikosama13 · 1 year ago

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"Confess Properly!" (Law x Reader)

Description: Law was puzzled about something… you. He can’t place his finger on whether it’s that you pay close attention to him or that you are an easy-going person. On top of all of that you were in fact, beautiful and you always had everyone’s back. You were like an angel in Law’s eyes, but it’s not like he’d tell you that. But one day that all changes when the rest of the crew speaks about your traits and personality.

Side Notes: Hey loves! I’m new to writing fanfic’s so please go easy on me. (I'm also running off of 2 energy drinks and One Piece) ⚆ _ ⚆ (Most likely spelling mistakes)

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Law had always been fond of you ever since he saw you and even before he had formed an alliance with Straw Hat Luffy. But there’s one thing that puzzles him.. he doesn't know why, but he much preferred you over anyone else in the crew. Probably because you made him onigiris when you paid close attention to his dislikes such as bread or the fact that you were peaceful and it didn't take much to please you.

However one day things change.. His hold on his glass mug tightened, seeing as Bartolomeo swoons and fanboys over you. He gritted his teeth as jealousy ran through his veins, it took all of him not to use his devil fruit.

"Tch. Damn Rooster-ya."

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The ocean air had a cool yet refreshing breeze. The sun shined bright as birds chirped happily above, the waters being surprisingly calm as the smell of salty water filled the air. It was a nice break from all the chaos and action on the ship.

Law was still in a bad mood as he leaned against the wooden railing of the deck.

You were out on the same small deck looking out at the view in the distance, with a plastic old chair you took from your room.

“Oh hi Law..” you said tiredly.

He glanced up at you, seeing your innocent smile that had the chance to make anyone's day better, made him soften just a little bit.

The doctor sighed as he leaned back on the railing, crossing his arms to keep himself from doing something he'd regret. He had to keep a poker face.

"Ah, uh, hey."

“What's with the grumpy mood..?” you said peacefully.

"..nothing."

He replied in a monotone voice, trying to not look at you. He wasn’t trying to be rude but definitely came off as he was. He was just jealous that those other guys were drooling all over you.

“Well it seems like something..”

Law scoffed, and leaned on the railing again, he hated it when you saw through his facade. He clenched his fists as he looked down at the waters below. Why did he feel this way about you? What was it about you..

"..forget about it. It's nothing important."

Law crossed his arms a little tighter as he glared out into the ocean, trying to suppress his emotions. It seemed pretty clear you knew something was wrong, it seemed his face told a lot more than he wanted it to.

"..it's nothing, just a little irritated from all that.. Attention…"

“What attention..?”

"You know what attention."

He grumbled as he clenched his fists tighter. This was exactly why he hated Bartolomeo and hated how much he loved you.

"The way he keeps going on and on, those other guys- it's just so annoying. All they do is drool and worship you."

“Oh.. I dont care much about them..”

"…r-really?"

Law's gaze snapped towards you as you casually mentioned not caring about them. He couldn't help but feel a small bit of jealousy rise up again from that. He hated this feeling.

"I know…it's just annoying, all of it. They keep saying how you're ‘perfect’ and everything else.. they're right though.." He muttered under his breath.

“Wait did you just-”

"…did I do what?"

He glanced back at you, he was trying to keep a stiff upper lip with the way his cheeks were burning. He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to say what he really meant.

“Did you just agree with them..?”

He sighed as he leaned on the railing once more. If this was a different situation he would give an answer in a snarky tone but with that small amount of jealousy he couldn't manage it.

"..yes."

“So that means..”

"It means what?!"

He grumbled as he felt his cheeks getting a little bit hot. He didn't want to admit anything, but his emotions were betraying him.

“You know..”

Law couldn't help but feel a little bit red from how obvious it was getting. He sighed as his gaze went back towards the waters below, the sun setting in the distance made everything a little more romantic and pleasant.

"…yeah. I do."

“Then confess to me properly.”

"…are you serious?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, maybe he wasn't hearing this properly. He was already surprised you had a pretty good clue on how he felt about you, so he didn't think you'd actually want him to say it.

“Come on, there is no point in hiding it.”

"I…"

He had to clear his throat, he had always been a very stoic and calm one so he didn't like how much you were making him stutter. But you were right, it was pretty obvious how he felt about you. He didn't need to hide anything.

"I like you." He muttered quickly, waiting for you to say something to his confession.

“..and I like you back.”

Law was taken aback by you saying those words back to him. He had been expecting a "Sorry" or a "no" but not an "I like you back" he was stunned into silence for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts.

"You…you feel the same way about me?" He asked as he looked at you, surprised and hopeful that you did.

His cheeks heated up as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was overjoyed to hear you say such things to him. He had liked you for so long and it had been obvious to everyone else how much he was into you. Hearing you liked him back was something he had always dreamed out.

~~~

The End~

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Thank you for reading.

#fluff?#trafalgar law #one piece #cute #slight angst #law x reader #short story #fem reader #one piece ships #fanfic

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glitter-stained · 24 days ago

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Some of the same anti-JayRoy people who stan Mia so hard seem to like accusing JayRoys of making Roy a groomer made that way by Jason, or claiming the character and his fans need restraining orders from getting their filthy hands on the Arrows or other DCU people. Wish Batfam and Arrowfam spaces weren't so toxic but when they out themselves like that it makes them easier to add to block lists.

*sigh*

This fandom, my guys...

> "accuse jayroys of making roy a groomer" the vast majority of Jayroy fans ship them as adults, the two stories where Roy was a groomer were 1) extremely rare, 2) clearly an AU and 3) angst/horror stories about sexual abuse that thought their version of Roy would make an interesting villain (which, he was) rather than love stories. If those people assume those fics (again i found like two) are representative of the ship as a whole, that that's the appeal of the romance to us, that's on them. Sometimes a story needs a villain, don't like don't read, there are way too many jayroy stories out there for that to be a sensible take. What I do suspect is more probable is that they're using accusations of Jayroy making Roy a groomer as a buzzword because of their discomfort with the age difference, which is imo very much a them problem. Jason and Roy interacted like once when Jason was a kid and Roy was very much busy with Cheshire at that point, there's no reason to assume he'd have to have groomed Jason aside from bad faith. I'm also very uncomfortable with this movement I've seen recently of assimilating age gap relationships with pedocriminality. Two grown adults having a consensual relationship is not statutory rape, not csa and not grooming, those words have meaning and should not be diluted to infantilise grown adults about anything that makes you uncomfortable.

> "a groomer made that way by jason" okay let me be clear, if for whatever reason you read their relationship that way, and you blame it on Jason? Yeah that's victim-blaming. Like, okay Marv Wolfman.

>"the character needs restraining orders" -Roy and Mia are superheroes. What's not clicking. "Batman should get a restraining order against the Scarecrow" yeah i'm sure that's how it works. Mia doesn't need a restraining order she needs people to start respecting her and her many incredible skills and also to stop being so weird about Sidekick Showdown. Jason isn't even a villain rn and especially not to Roy. The last jayroy interaction I can even recall is roy mentioning jason gave him a tip that helped him find Lian -really horrible of him, truly.

-"the character's fans need restraining orders" what those people need, my friend, is a grip. Yk that "X is not real, it can't hurt me" meme? I think some jayroy/jason antis need a bit more of that mindset but like genuinely. Jason is a fictional character. You don't need a restraining order you need to touch grass.

> And yk, on the topic of Mia, obviously I'm not gonna claim they're fake fans or anything because that's a nasty assumption to make, that's not what I'm saying, but sometimes certain blogs give a certain vibe and I do want to say, basing your existence in the fandom as a fan of a character on using that character as a prop to bring another character down, constantly comparing the two characters and insulting fans of the other character and accusing the character and his fans of "stealing" traits from your blorbo and being so upset about them being more popular than your blorbo... That doesn't sound like the most joyful way to engage in the fandom experience if I'm being honest. Also doesn't sound like it's gonna do much to expand the blorbo's popularity.

And to be honest, if Mia saw the way many people talked about her, she'd be real pissed off herself yk.

But yeah you're right, silver lining!!! Easy block list material!!!

#dc #dc comics #batsalt #fandom salt #ask #ask answered

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misunderstandings

part five of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

these gays are dumb, glimpses of the past, idiots in love, they’re actually just so stupid, christmas, probably too much dialogue

a/n- ik it’s not christmas anymore but there’s only one more part!! also my christmas was dookie so i’m letting myself take ages on this <3

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

wc: 3.6k

“I heard there’s an update on the Natasha situation,” Sam smiled, his grin was mischievous and you almost wish you weren’t so attuned to his compulsion to stick his nose into business that’s not his.

“Where’d you hear that?” you answered, directing a pointed look in Wanda’s direction whilst she worked on a coffee order.

“Don’t look at me,” she defended, raising her hands in surrender.

“I’m an intuitive guy,” Sam smirked in return. “I don’t need anyone to tell me, the weird look all over your face is all I need.”

“You need to be this invested in your own life,” you groaned. “Where’s James these days, huh?”

“I’m not falling for that trap,” Sam laughed. “What happened? What’re your feelings? Please tell me,” the man practically begged.

“Fine,” you conceded with a sigh, leaning against the counter whilst there was no line of customers needing your attention. “We bumped into her at the fair last night, that’s all.”

Your dismissive shrug on the topic was not enough to appease him, however, and the faux scowl he addressed you with was enough to let you know that he was aware of your downplaying of the situation.

“Alright, fine,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “We talked a little and I’m still confused,” you surmised.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Did she apologise? Are there…butterflies? Give me something,” Sam pleaded. “I need to know whether to give her cookies laced with laxatives or not.”

You laughed at his seriousness - it may have happened a couple of times during high school but you all took an oath of secrecy.

“She didn’t apologise,” you frowned, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible lest you allow your apprehension on the topic to swallow you whole. “She seems different though. I want her, so badly, to be different. But maybe I’m stupid to hope for something - maybe we really just aren’t a good match.”

Sam’s eyes were soft and comforting, his lips parted to speak before another voice piped up opposite you. Kamala had arrived for her daily hot chocolate - extra whipped cream and marshmallows, of course. She takes the promise of free drinks for friends very liberally.

“As someone who’s been trying their hardest to be neutral,” she started. “You did look cute together last night - and the way she looks at you - God, it’s like a real-life rom-com. Kind of gross, actually,” she rambled on. “By the way, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

“You weren’t?” You smirked, eyebrow twitching in question.

“No,” Kamala quickly replied with a shake of her head. “It was just, uh, intuition.”

“Wow, you might have a superpower there, Mala,” you scoffed laughingly.

“Really though, it definitely seemed like there was something there - on both sides.”

“I dunno,” you sighed with an exasperated shake of your head, cheeks flooding with heat at the three pairs of eyes witnessing your bashful feelings towards a certain redhead. Whether you hide it or not, all of your closest friends have developed a certain sense of reading between the lines painfully well. After all of these years, you suppose it’s merely a trait of a strongly entwined bond. It doesn’t make it any less annoying, though.

“At the risk of forcing you into a ‘mushy and embarrassing’ state, as you call it,” Wanda voiced from beside you. “What are you feeling about her now? You were pretty good at avoiding my questions last night,” she smiled with a poke of her finger into your side.

It was a tricky feat for you to let yourself be raw and vulnerable, it never is a comfortable thing. But, with a problem you were struggling to make sense of on your own paired with the sickeningly sweet and supportive smiles directed your way, it was harder to keep it all in than let it out.

“It - it kinda feels like before. Like, no time has passed, y’know?”

“In a good way?” Kamala asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I dunno, it’s like, somehow, all of those things I felt towards her all those years ago had never actually left. Like they were just sitting there in my stomach waiting for the right time to come back out.”

“It kinda sounds like you know what you wanna do then,” Sam smiled.

“I think I might,” you nodded. You tried to smile but the nerves that made their way throughout your body made it difficult and, as though it was written all over your face, your friends seemed to know just what to do to bring that smile out. You were pulled into Wanda’s familiar hug with Sam closing his arms around you from the other side and with some difficulty you were manoeuvred into Kamala’s reach. It was hard not to laugh at the glimpse you caught of her, leaning across the counter, practically kneeling on a plate of cookies nearby as she stretched out to join the embrace.

Whatever happens next, they’ll be there for you.

—

Meanwhile, Yelena sat cross-legged on Natasha’s childhood bed whilst her sister lay on her back with her eyes directed at the ceiling. She could still see the mark left behind from the glow-in-the-dark stickers you’d struggled to plaster up there, ones that had slowly begun to fall down. She’d never had the heart to throw them away and the used and tattered celestials still sat in the drawer of her desk.

“This is exhausting, Natasha,” the blonde groaned. Having been witness to it all from the beginning, watching it all play out as it has has been nothing short of tedious for her. She’s never been patient and this was no different. In her trademark Yelena fashion, she resents the long and drawn-out trail of feelings being muddled up and left behind, she would rather you both get on with it.

“You don’t think I know that?” her sister sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Yelena mocked in a less-than-perfect impression of Natasha’s voice. “What’s so difficult, huh? You’ve always had the hots for her, she’s always ogled you, it’s simple.”

“It’s a little more nuanced than that,” she mumbled. “So much time has passed and I made a stupid mistake. I left her behind, Lena. I just left and didn’t come back - she deserves better than somebody who’d just do that.”

“You were stupid,” Yelena agreed. She didn’t let her role as Natasha’s sister blur the lines between right and wrong, when it came to what she did she didn’t shy away from berating her.

She remembered the evening it happened, the redhead coming home in tears that were a rare sight to see. She held a book in her hand that was soon shoved to the back of her wardrobe to never see the light again; she comforted her sister as best as she could but by the time she’d unmuddled the series of events Natasha was already gone. She’d made plenty of phone calls telling her sister to come and make it right but the fear had sunk its claws in and nothing she said swayed it in her favour.

“I know I was - I know. But, when I saw her that night with Pietro it just looked so real. I think I was looking for a reason to chicken out of telling her, y’know?”

“And letting yourself believe she was already dating someone was easier than her rejecting you,” Yelena nodded. She understood her sister’s reasonings no matter how illogical they truly are.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sigh. “I mean, she’s so perfect, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been lucky enough to date her. I saw it, so why wouldn’t somebody else?”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to listen but you know I can’t help myself,” Melina suddenly announced from the doorway. Of course, she’d decided to come upstairs just as a ‘confidential’ conversation was occurring. “You never told me all this.”

“That’s because you’re a gossip,” Natasha groaned, sitting up against her headboard whilst her mother took a seat on the bed too.

“I just like knowing things,” she shrugged. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at the clear excitement on Melina’s face. “So, it was Christmas Eve, the first one after starting college. At that point, it was like we were still in high school, we were all in contact and we were all meeting up on the weekends - nothing had changed.”

“Mhm, I remember,” Melina nodded. “I was scared you were all gonna drift apart, well, until you were the one that separated from them.”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighed with a frown. “So, we were all here and I’d had a lot of time to think. I mean, I was at a different college - she was at the same one as the Maximoff’s - and, it was a lot of time without her. It gave me a lot of time to think about her, it was so different not having her at my side all the time, y’know? So it made me realise that I just had to suck it up and be honest with us both about how I feel about her.”

“I think you two were the only ones not to know,” Melina muttered beneath her breath, earning an agreeing laugh from Yelena.

“Anyway,” she scowled. “I guess it was something I was always trying to avoid. I didn’t want it to ruin the friendship we had but it got so hard to ignore. All of my assignments - the stories I’d write - they all ended up being about her. It was like all of the feelings I tried so hard to ignore were just forcing their way out like they were too big to keep down.”

She took a breath and cleared her throat, blushed at the mere thought of you and let the comfort of her mother’s hand on her arm urge her to carry on.

“I wrote her this story - it seems so silly now,” she scoffed. “It was so cheesy - the kind of thing we’d make fun of - but I couldn’t help myself. I illustrated it and wrapped a red bow around it - it was hideous but I knew it’d make her smile. And, on Christmas Eve, I made my way to where I knew she’d be.

“God, just remembering it is so ridiculous. I don’t know why I let myself get in my head,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “She was there, sitting in the quiet part of the town square, but she was only there with Pietro. Looking back, I know that Wanda must’ve been on her way but in that moment nothing was logical.

“I stood there, just looking at her for a second. I watched her laugh and I remember being amazed that my heart truly did feel like it skipped a beat - I always thought that was just some cliche until her. And as I stood there just watching, I saw Pietro point to this piece of mistletoe hanging above them. I thought it was funny at first and carried on walking to them but then his hand was on her cheek and in my mind that was enough to make me turn back around. I suppose I thought that, in the time they’d had together whilst I’d been away, they’d - I dunno - realised feelings?”

“Oh, Natasha,” Melina whispered.

“I know. It was stupid - it was probably just some joke but I was so scared. You know I’ve never been the kind of person to wear their heart on their sleeve and that was the perfect out my brain was looking for.”

“You caused yourself so much pain, honey. So much pain you didn’t need because you feared she didn’t feel the same?”

“I suppose so,” she nodded. “I thought that, maybe, if she was happy it was enough. So, I went back to college and left it all behind. I felt awful, I did, but I wanted to keep myself away for both of our sakes. If I wasn’t there, she could get on with her life and I could try and move on. I put all of my focus into studying and then into my work - I found that pushing away all of those things that hurt me would just shield me from coming to terms with things.

“So, the friendship I tried to protect was ruined because of me. Because I was scared.”

“But now? How are things with her this time?”

“I think - I know that I still adore her. And, if she’ll have me, I would want nothing more than to just let her know how I’ve felt for all my life.”

—

Before Natasha had begun to associate Christmas with the ache in her heart, the 24th of December was a treasured occasion.

The group of you had always met up, sneaking eggnog from her parent’s fridge when you were younger, sharing it around with sips from a shared glass around a makeshift fire you’d conjure up in the garden. The cup would be passed around in secrecy and clumsily hidden beneath a blanket when an adult would approach.

As you grew closer, the two of you began to uphold a tradition and for the couple of years leading up to her departure, you’d meet up before the remainder of the group arrived. She’d meet you at the cafe with two hot chocolates in hand and she’d offer you her jacket no matter what; she always did and you always declined but it made your cheeks hot to the touch. She’d always refrain from reaching out to feel the warmth beneath her palm.

You’d walk back to her house taking the long route just to savour one another's company and neither of you would think too much about the hand she’d rest on your back whenever you’d cross the road.

You’d sit beneath the decorated canopy in the middle of town, watching people enjoy the festivities, failing to hold in your amusement when people would slip on icy ground. She’d look up at the mistletoe and swear she’d kiss you beneath the winter sprig one day, that she’d use it as one of her many excuses to press her lips to yours. She would imagine that you’d tell her she didn’t need a reason to kiss you, that she could do it whenever she liked, but she’d find any moment she could to feel your lip balm-coated mouth with the tip of her tongue.

The one year you had forgotten your gloves and, for practicality of course, she linked her hand with yours for warmth and left it there until she was leading you up to her front door. You’d help her mother with preparations for the evening’s party whilst Natasha would smile at the close relationship the two of you shared. And when the rest of the invitees would trickle in, she’d revel in your laugh. The one you’d let out at something Kate or Kamala would say when recounting the goings on of their days and the giggle you’d share with Wanda whilst having hushed conversations in the corner.

…

The last Christmas Eve you’d seen Natasha until this year, was the same as always. You were planning on meeting Natasha at your usual spot, only an hour after leaving the Maximoff twins where they were.

You sat with Pietro whilst Wanda made her way back with a cup of hot tea for herself and a latte for her brother; they were meeting up with Monica and Carol before the annual party and you were waiting with them until it was time for you to go. You’d told them you had some last-minute shopping to do and they bought the excuse - you felt rather smug at your deception and were pleased to keep your tradition with Natasha a secret. It wouldn’t be the same if it turned into a group affair - you didn’t admit that you merely wanted her for yourself. Even if it was for only a couple of hours.

You missed the teasing grin on Pietro’s face when he’d spotted the mistletoe above you and only realised what he was doing when he tugged it from its place and held it above your faces.

“Ew, Pietro,” you’d laughed, shoving him away whilst he faked a warm look your way.

“There’s something I simply must say,” he joked, cupping your cheek with a soft hand. He inched closer and closer whilst you held in your laugh, acting into the joke of a scene he was creating. “I- wow, this is hard to say,” he sighed. “I just need you to know that - that I forgot to get you a gift and just added my name to Wanda’s.”

You gasped before you both laughed.

“That actually better be a joke.”

You waited for Natasha until you got a text saying she was stuck helping her mum and the rest of the evening was sullied with some kind of unspoken melancholy that you could not understand.

…

Two weeks ago, Natasha was called into her editor’s office to be given the task of creating a winter story. She listened to the requirements she was expected to reach; a heartfelt children’s book, the wonder of winter with a happy ending.

It wasn’t something she was overly familiar with anymore. The magic of the season had long left her when she left you and, though she accepted the job, she was unsure of how to complete it. Her books always held a part of her, every story she wrote had a piece of her soul bared throughout the pages.

She’d gone home and began to plan, sipping a glass of red wine whilst her laptop screen remained blank.

After a few days of sitting on the problem she’d been presented with, and a lengthy conversation with her closest friend in New York, she thought it time to visit home. After all of this time away she thought she could go back easily enough, feelings may have been dulled and the town that was the epitome of a winter wonderland would fuel her creativity.

She just didn’t expect to take one look at you and have every feeling she’d ever held for you to come flooding to the surface. It was quite a story indeed.

And, though she was apprehensive at first, she’d found that opening up the warm-hearted part of her that she had forced closed many moons ago was just the spark she needed. She’d found inspiration at home - her true home. She found it with you.

…

Your heart was beating with the buzz of nerves in your chest, stomach swarming whilst your palms grew clammy despite the biting cold that came with the slowly falling snow.

Each step up the Romanoff’s driveway drew you closer to a conversation that made your head blurred. It had taken the entire group of your friends to give you the courage to leave your apartment for this; despite the way it was your decision to confess the feelings that were eating you whole, you were the one holding yourself back.

After much convincing, you bit the bullet to finally let yourself pull your heart from your chest and hand it over. They’d all assured you they were a phone call away no matter what happens.

You almost dared to turn back as soon as your knuckles tapped against the translucent window of the front door; you could see the blurry sight of a Christmas wreath against the glass and you could hear Yelena shout that she would answer the knock.

“Oh, hi,” she smiled as soon as she saw you, taking in your nervous appearance.

“Hi, Yelena,” you returned. “Um, is Natasha here?”

“No, actually,” she answered. “She went for a walk - think she said she might be going to the bar. You might be able to catch up with her if you hurry.”

“Alright, thanks, Lena,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow,” you finished with a wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she smirked, clearly planning to go and conspire with Melina about why you might be looking for her sister.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk, and the few minutes it took only enabled you to think about what you were going to say. You had it planned as perfectly as you could get it, a curated script you hoped she’d conform with. You’d risk making a fool of yourself otherwise, treading with the possibility of letting your butterfly inducing feelings for her get the best of you.

And, when you saw the bar ahead of you it only made your heart hit against your chest even faster. You saw the back of her head through the window, hair plaited and falling against her jacket; somehow, just seeing her, made your steps grow almost up to speed with your heart.

You opened the door into the bustling building, making your way past a few people with the subtle scent of beer lingering in the air.

You saw her before she saw you. The large grin that pulled at her eyes was directed elsewhere, though, and the hug she stood up to take part in was not with you. Her body locked with another woman’s, somebody she was familiar with by the way it lingered. Her cheek was kissed and her smile never wavered and your heart that had been beating so quickly you feared it might explode was now still, sitting in your throat as you swallowed thickly.

They shared large smiles and their hands entwined atop the small wooden table.

You couldn’t see anymore. Your fists clenched at your sides and you left as quickly as you arrived, not sparing a glance backwards. If you couldn’t be with her tonight, you wanted to be alone.

#au: home for christmas #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #marvel fanfic #natasha romanoff

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