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nemesyaaa · 6 months ago

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sweet babyface // toxic!bbydaddy!rafe x reader

summary ; rafe was decided to make your little one, a kook princess. and if it means to spend a million of dollars on a diamond swarovski tiara just to see it on the head of his daughter, you can be sure he's gonna do it.

warnings ; basically fluff but i would add +18 bc of a little bit of suggestive content but not real smut. mention of breeding kink. kind of toxic relationship. a bit of stalking. financial dependence. be aware of the warnings.

author's note ; i just wanted to mention @princessbrunette for the bbydaddy!rafe verse. you can check it on her account <3

even if you tried every time to keep him away, push him away, avoid him or chase him, rafe always came back. you could be cold, distant, suspicious and even cruel, he didn't care. by the way, he was better than you at that game anyway? it wasn’t for nothing that you always lost trying to fight him. he was winning while you were just exhausting yourself out. sometimes you wonder why you let him into your life, why you thought it would be a good idea to have a baby with him when everyone on the island told you he was unstable and uncontrollable. some even laughed at your situation, saying it was like giving something to the devil and hoping he doesn't use it against you.

you couldn't say rafe was a bad father. your daughter had always been outrageously spoiled. he always gave her the biggest and greatest gifts. nothing was ever good enough for his princess. he always thought big when it came to his baby. even if you were a pogue, he wanted to raise her as a fucking kook.

and sometimes you wondered if he did all this out of pure fatherly love or out of narcissism or ego.even if you hated him so much, he absolutely needed to make sure your child was on his side. every time he was there, it was like you no longer existed. the house was full of "dad," "daddy, “ or “ papa, " and babbling and laughing. it was always his name, she never called you. and you always felt a pang in your heart every time he grabbed her in his big veiny arms, making her the happiest little girl before taking her away from you to go on some weekly trips.

even when he was not at home, it was always with the toys he gave her that she played, the dresses he gave her that she wore, the hairstyles that he validated by facetime that she asked you to make, the meals he delivered that she wanted to eat. she was truly daddy’s girl. even in her facial features.

so no matter how much you tried to ignore him, he was still there somehow . through the demands of your daughter, the hundreds of deliveries a day to your door, the objects in this house and even its walls because he was obviously the one who paid for it.

you didn't need to work. you had access to all his cards. at first you spent tons of money on unnecessary expenses hoping it would drive him crazy but the next day you saw that even more money had been added to the bank account.

but rafe cameron didn't give you access to his banking data out of pure kindness and affection alone. he was also looking for a way to control you, and stay in your life. then, with that, he could also stalk you and do inappropriate things like when you bought lingerie and he received the bill. he couldn't stop himself from sending you a message. “don't want to see me, but you dress yourself like you want me to give you a second baby ;) ”

the only rule was that you were forbidden from going to see another man and even less from inviting him to the house. he manipulated you by saying it was for your daughter's mental balance but it was purely out of jealousy. and you knew it very well. you weren't the stupid naive girl he had gaslighted in the past and who he could lie to so easily anymore.

one day, you were giving your kid the extremely expensive cupcakes rafe had bought for her breakfast, trying not to comment on the ridiculousness of the prices but especially the situation, and there was a knock at the door. when you saw through the blinder that it was him, you stepped back discreetly, swallowing hard to not clench. your heart was beating fast in your ribcage as you were trying to silence your stepfoots.

“I know you're here.” you had heard his loud firm raspy voice through the door. “baby, i can hear you breathing and backing up from here. come on, i thought we both get over the time i scared you. ”

he continued to knock on the door until your old neighbor called you claiming that a crazy madman was in front of your house and didn't want to leave.

you had been forced to open up to him which made you even angrier.

but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you, the insatiable white colgate smile. his clean and fresh mullet was long enough that hair brushed the back of his neck. he was wearing one of his perfect black suits with the sleeves rolled up to show a glimpse of his nice shirt. a Rolex was tight around his veiny wrist, and the same rings he always wore were wrapped around his fingers.

he had his ear pierced recently with your daughter. you had been against it, but she still wanted to do like her father so you had no authority over the sweet monster. but you had to admit that the jewelry suited them both so well. especially on rafe, you couldn't help but think about kissing his ear, but especially biting his earlobe while caressing the silver piercing until it's wet and rolling against your tongue. all this perhaps while thinking of having a baby again.

“I should be allowed to come here whenever I want. " he had sworn under his breath, staring at you with his evil blue eyes.

“tell me what you have to say or I’ll call the police.” you replied shortly.

"I want to see my girl. I mean, the one who likes to call me daddy. "

“It’s not funny and she doesn’t want to…”

you hadn't had time to finish speaking before your babyface's little footsteps were running on the floor to come into the hall.

“daddy! " she exclaimed before being carried off the ground to snuggle into her father's strong arms, her little frame being hidden by the size of his biceps.

“that's my little girl.” he welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, making her chuckle.

"I missed you! please, stay !" your kid had asked with bubbly face and pleading eyes, her childish pout so irresistible to say no.

“of course, I’m staying.”

“raf…” you started but he ignored you, walking in the house without your permission into the living room.

“I have something for you, peaches. ”

he took a present out of his bag and you rolled your eyes. you already knew it was going to be something crazy like the giant dollhouse he built in her bedroom, or the huge dinette in the playroom, or a scary tall comfort teddy bear that she couldn't even carry in her tiny hands. sometimes you wondered what he could offer to her because she already had everything. he had literally built her a heaven.

your daughter's eyes widened in surprise, while a smile floated across her lips in excitement. she opened the gift and took out a silver tiara set with diamonds and stunning crystals signed by Swarovski.

“she’s a baby, rafe…” you commented.

"no, she's a princess. " he corrected you and fixed your little one's hair before putting the tiara on her head, and placing a smack on her forehead. “ don't you see that kook babyface ? ”

she giggled before wrapping her hands around his neck to thank him.

“we need to talk.” you said.

"later. i have a princess to honor for now."

you wanted to fight back and kill him but you couldn't resist your daughter's face. she was happy to be with her father. and you knew it was important for girls to establish a strong bond with their father. and there was this bright spark that shone in her eyes every time she saw him that made you melt.

so you let him stay at home. he stayed with her all day. she managed to make him do whatever she wanted, and that's how he found himself playing with dolls, watching the princess and the frog, doing karaoke to barbie songs, serving as a client for a makeup session, and judging all of her princess dresses while she was making him a haul.

No matter how angry you were that he showed up like that and decided to stay, you couldn't deny the fact that he was damn good, that in the moment, you couldn't find any reason not to like him, even when he caught you spying on them and sent you a smirk to remember that you had no control.

you had decided to do some cleaning, to leave them both for a bit until the end of the day. after a long moment, rafe decided to leave her alone for a bit.

you were downstairs, and you were making food. he raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “don’t forget me.”

“no I’m sorry, I’m cooking for two and you’re not included in it.”

“I was included in this pussy to make you a baby so you can include me in this meal for one night, baby. ‘s nothing. ” he shouted back, chewing some gum arrogantly.

“don’t be trashy.”

"you used to like this..." he carefully said, because he knew he was treading on sensitive ground.

he stood in front of you, picking a taste of the ranch sauce from the bowl before putting it in his mouth. you watched him do it, glaring at the smile on his so fucking evil lickable lips.

“ taste's good. ”

“I want you to leave. “

"We should ask every part of your body if they're okay with this. Maybe it would put you back into your place to feel betrayed by your own self. "

“You’re not good for her.” you confessed.

“I am her father. And from what i know, she's very happy with me. You're the one to have a problem with my presence here. ”

"Please, leave the house. I don't want to call the police."

“exactly, baby.” he moved to stand behind you, rearranging a strand of your hair, his breath hot on the back of your neck. “you don’t want to do it. And you're not forced to do it…” he caressed your hand, slowly putting the knife away from your fingers.

“Step back.”

"I want to stay here tonight. Just this night. She really wants me to stay and would it be cruel to make her sad? You don't want to be the villain, right ? "

“don’t try to manipulate me.”

" mmh, just telling the truth and it makes you mad. you can hate me if you want but she needs me. i'm her dad and you know if I wanted to, I could make her come with me but I love seeing you together. you're a great mom.”

"you will sleep on the couch. and that is non-negotiable. you don't try anything with me, is that okay?"

“Come on, we can sleep together. We are mature and consenting adults.” he replied. "There's nothing I haven't seen before, baby. I know all that lingerie as well as that body hidden behind it."

“about that, stop stalking my bills.”

"Mine , baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself.”

"After trying them, I'm not sure that you're big enough now. “

jesus, you knew how to provoke him and it worked. he had sniffed the air loudly, trying to contain himself because honestly, he only wanted one thing at the moment, a strong urge that was to fuck you dirty on that counter until he was sure to see your hole tearing to death and dripping to get his cock in. jesus, yeah, he would give anything to see you grimace because it will never fit in but prove you wrong by giving you a second baby.

his jaw was tense and his nostrils were flared. he was forced to clench his fist to avoid touching you. " the day when your babygirl will want a little sister or brother, you better be begging on all fours on my fucking doorstep to convince me to give you another baby. so better to start now and stretch that hole very hard before it's happening because i'm gonna make sure to be breeding you enough to change your whole dna. ”

“ aren't you tired of thr…”

“mom, dad, what are you talking about?” the little girl burst into the kitchen, still with her tiara on her head. a smile appeared when she saw that her dad was still there. because it was rare for him to stay that late.

you warned rafe with your eyes, slashing violently at pieces of vegetables with the knife back in your hand.

“ we were thinking that i could stay tonight. what's your thoughts on this, little one ? want daddy to stay ? ”

“ yes ! i don't want you to leave. stay foreveeeer with me. ”

“ but you know, he can't. he's a businessman. ” you replied.

“ what do you mean, baby ? my only business is right here. ”

” Rafe. ” you said.

“ Baby ? ” he replied with a cocky smile. “ Why don't you tell us what you're cooking ? Seems delicious. Maybe we could get a taste. ”

“ Sweetie, can you go to your room for a second ? I need to talk with your dad. It's not gonna be long. ”

She pouted but agreed after Rafe promised her something if she was listening to her mom.

“you know you can’t stay. "

"All I know is that there is my name in the papers of this house, on your bills, and even on your documents. If I can't stay, you can't escape. So what's better ? ”

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suguann · 1 year ago

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tags. fem!reader, boss/employee relationship, stupidly domestic, little wife kink in there somewhere, nanny reader, single dad gojo, breeding kink [18+ only]

You sometimes find yourself wistfully imagining having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable (competent) at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around.

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use.

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he says, opening the door a little wider with a creak. The darkness behind him is almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your employer poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny.

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic.

Terrible in that you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience.

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy.

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason, and how you sometimes catch the soft look in his eye whenever he looks at you could make you believe otherwise.

Cool fingers cup your chin gently, thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch a few of the warm notes of his cologne, a move that’s probably very inappropriate between a boss and an employee.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; it's more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, unable to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it took to reach your bedroom. Most revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says when his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher with his piercing blue eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder.

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy.

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from somewhere else, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out.

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt.

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there.

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along.

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

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ahqkas · 7 months ago

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♯ THE TASTE OF HEAVEN . . . sugar daddy ! batboys x fem ! reader

BRUCE WAYNE

bruce wayne doesn’t need to flaunt his wealth because he is the wealth. he doesn’t call himself your sugar daddy—it’s just implied in every action, every gift, and every moment he spends with you. whether it’s a sleek black card handed to you with no spending limit or a private plane waiting to take you to an exotic destination, bruce makes luxury feel effortless

you can forget off-the-rack anything. bruce ensures you have custom clothing, jewelry, and even furniture. he’ll casually remark, “i had the designer make a few changes for you,” as though commissioning bespoke items for you is just another tuesday

his gifts are never tacky or gaudy—this man has impeccable taste, and everything he gives you reflects that. think diamond necklaces that catch the light just right, limited-edition handbags, or handwritten invitations to exclusive events where you’re his arm candy

you’re the arm candy !!! bruce’s automatic date to every high-profile gala, charity ball, and exclusive event. he wouldn’t even think of bringing anyone else. he makes it clear you’re not just an accessory, you’re the highlight of his night

you have a tab at nearly every high-end establishment in gotham. whether you’re shopping for couture or just stopping by your favorite café, bruce ensures you’re treated like royalty. everyone knows exactly who’s footing the bill

bruce isn’t the type to throw money at you just because—he always wants to make sure it’s something meaningful or useful to you. if you mention wanting to start a business or learn a new skill, he’ll quietly arrange everything you need, from connections to resources

while his gifts are extravagant, his affection shows in quieter ways too. when you’re stressed, he whisks you away for a weekend spa retreat. if you’re cold, he’ll drape his expensive coat over your shoulders without hesitation. every gesture, big or small, is about making your life as comfortable as possible

people know bruce is your sugar daddy, but they’re far too intimidated to say anything. the whispered assumptions only make him smirk. he doesn’t care what anyone thinks—if anything, he enjoys the power it gives him to make it abundantly clear that you’re his

despite the sugar daddy thing between you, bruce’s affection runs far deeper. he doesn’t just give you gifts—he gives you his time, his attention, and his unwavering loyalty. the material luxuries are just an extension of the way he sees you: as someone deserving of nothing but the best

he’ll sometimes joke about the arrangement with a mischievous smile. “you’re lucky i’m rich,” he’ll say, handing you keys to a new car or sliding over a box containing some ridiculously rare jewelry. but his tone is warm, his teasing more affectionate than condescending

DICK GRAYSON

unlike bruce, dick doesn’t shy away from the term “sugar daddy.” in fact, he might jokingly call himself that from time to time, especially when handing you an absurdly expensive gift

( dick ‘what’s the point of having all this money if i can’t spoil my girl?’ grayson )

while he spoils you endlessly, he does it in a way that feels personal and heartfelt. every gift, trip, or gesture reflects how well he knows you. if you casually mention a dream vacation destination or a favorite designer, you can bet it’ll show up in your life sooner rather than later

he is the kind of sugar daddy who makes spoiling you fun. he’ll turn shopping trips into mini-games, daring you to try on the most extravagant pieces in the store just so he can gush over how amazing you look. “if you don’t let me buy that dress, i’ll be personally offended,” he’d tease, but you know he’s serious

dick loves being seen with you. whether it’s walking hand in hand down the streets of blüdhaven or pulling up to a gala with you in tow, he thrives on showing the world just how proud he is to have you by his side. and yes, he does things like carrying your shopping bags with zero shame, flashing that charming grin at anyone who stares

doesn’t wait for a special occasion to surprise you. whether it’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a new gadget you’ve been eyeing, or tickets to a concert you love, he’s constantly finding ways to brighten your day

with dick, every vacation feels like a scene from a romance movie. he books private villas, sunset yacht rides, and five-star experiences, all while making it feel like the most casual, natural thing in the world. “i just thought we could use a break,” he’d say, as if flying you out to the maldives was as simple as grabbing coffee

he’s always finding ways to make you laugh, even about the relationship itself. if someone gives you a side-eye for carrying a designer purse, he’ll lean over and whisper, “they’re just jealous, babe. can you blame them?” his lighthearted attitude makes the relationship feel easy and natural

with his good looks and high-profile status, the press is obsessed with you two. headlines like “blüdhaven’s golden boy and his stunning girlfriend” are a constant, but dick takes it in stride, often laughing at the exaggerations

“you deserve the world,” he’d say, his blue eyes sparkling. “let me give it to you.”

JASON TODD

jason didn’t immediately step into the role of “sugar daddy.” in fact, he hesitated because he didn’t want his wealth to define your relationship. but as time passed and he saw how much joy he could bring you by easing your stress, he leaned into it—but only his way

for jason, being your sugar daddy isn’t about flashy displays or media attention—it’s about making sure you’re secure and comfortable in a way no one else could provide. he loves knowing you don’t have to worry about rent, bills, or any other mundane stressors. “if i can fix it, i’m going to,” he says simply, brushing off your thanks like it’s no big deal

he might not shower you with gifts constantly, but when he does, it’s jaw-dropping: a rare first-edition book he remembered you mentioned once, a custom leather jacket, or even a dream vacation to a quiet, secluded spot where you can both relax away from the chaos of gotham

jason is practical when it comes to what he provides. he’ll upgrade your phone, stock your fridge with your favorite snacks, and even surprise you with a car when he notices yours struggling. “i’m not about to let you drive around in that death trap,” he grumbles as he tosses you the keys

and while he’s not the type to parade you through expensive stores, jason shows his affection in quieter, more personal ways. he might take you on a motorcycle ride to a hidden gotham rooftop, where he surprises you with your favorite takeout and a designer bag “he happened to pick up”

despite his tough exterior, he has a serious soft spot for you. if you so much as hint at wanting something, he’s already making plans to get it. he’ll pretend it’s no big deal, but his little smirk always gives him away

jason sometimes pretends to be annoyed by how much he spoils you, but it’s all in good fun. “you’re turning me into one of those rich guys,” he’ll grumble, handing you a sleek gift box. but the way his lips twitch into a smile when you beam at him says otherwise

you’ll come home to find an envelope with tickets to your favorite band’s concert or a designer coat hanging in your closet because he noticed the weather getting colder. “what? you think i didn’t notice you shivering last week?”

he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else stepping in to provide for you. if someone so much as jokes about taking you out or buying you a drink, he’s quick to step in, slinging an arm around your shoulders and shooting them a glare. “she’s taken. move along.”

he makes sure you feel safe, cared for, and endlessly spoiled in his own rough-edged, loving way <3

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ivhmavie · 5 months ago

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you’re too sweet for me

hwang in ho

first of all, just a little advice that english its not my first language! be kind

༶ he knew that you were too good for him, that hi’s world was way to cruel and defiant to a girl like you. The games, the carnage, the involvement of VIPs, the arrogance, the money.

༶ but oh, everytime that he sees you, he forgets that. The monotonous days that he spent locked in his small apartment, without spending a cent of his prize, began to have a purpose when he knew you.

༶ your laugh, that he heard before seeing you, your hands looking for something to hold on to so you don't fall, your shy look when you apologize for tripping over him and your gentle tone of voice. The joy that only the joviality and naivety of someone who did not see bad things in your eyes.

༶ you were an interesting little thing to him. Something that took him out of his automatic state on days when he waited until the next game.

༶ it had been a long time since he allowed himself to think of a woman as anything other than a one night fuck.

༶ his routine was messy. Normally he would spend part of the morning with a glass of whiskey while talking to the VIPs about the next edition of the games or evaluating the people recruited for the game.

༶ and the more you two talked, the more he realized that you were too sweet. Trying to balance your study routine and still take care of yourself.

༶ the first time you went out, he couldn't say for sure what had made you shy. Whether it was the expensive restaurant, which you clearly couldn't afford with any part-time job as a student. Or if it was because he was older than you. Whether it was the experience, or his money that intimidated you, he liked it.

༶ for him, it was fun to see you turn into a shy mess, not knowing where to look, fidgeting with your own hands.

༶ honestly, he likes seeing you shy. Whether it's because he took you to a chic and expensive place, because he gave you a very pricey gift and you don't know how to react, or because of the comments from people who see you together, even when your friend talks about the "hot, rich old man" that you’re going out with

“soo, did you two already..?” your best friend asks sitting on your bed, watching you open another gift from in-ho. Not that you were complaining, but you didn't know how to reciprocate while he spoiled you so much.

“did we what?” you ask a little confused, turning your present okhar away to look at your friend. After a while, you got used to her being excited to see you dating someone, especially a rich older man who treats you like his wife.

“god, you’re so naive, I’m talking about sex” when you heard what she said, you looked at her a little disconcerted as you finish opening the package and see a beautiful pair of boots, it was obvious that she would want to know the details. And you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it yet.

“noo!! we did not, it’s still a little to early for that”you respond, laughing and throwing one of the pairs of boots at her as a joke. “now come here, I need help with this other gift”

༶ and yes, sex with him is for sure a thing.

༶ he’s a natural dom. Even though he likes the view of having you on top, he loves having you on the bottom. He's a big, muscular man, and he's not at all modest about it. So having a small girl underneath him is exciting.

༶ he likes to hold one of your hands when you are underneath, the other hand on the side of your head. But sometimes, when things are at their roughest, he likes to have a firm hand around your neck, kissing you while his other hand travels between your legs and massages the inside of your thighs.

༶ afterwards he would like to stay in bed, you lying with your head on his chest while he pours himself a glass of drink. Hearing you talk about that mean teacher who is very strict with you, or about the girls you and your friends don't like.

༶ he allows himself to think it's funny. While your mind is filled with the things you want to buy, your care routine and the tests you have to study for, he thinks about games, receiving VIP guests and especially how to keep everything in order.

༶ when he has to return to the island for the games, he invents a business trip, you are a little confused, because he had never told you about his work. So he uses as an excuse the story that he comes from a rich family and is going to visit some important old friends.

༶ during game week, he seriously considered telling you about everything. You missed him, considering that you were practically never apart from each other since you started dating. He had even planned to ask you to live with him, having even bought an expensive and large apartment for that.

༶ after a while, he started taking you to some events that he, as the frontman, attended, like the Halloween. Even if he hadn't told you exactly what he worked with, you could already tell that it wasn't something common, but you didn't care, you just wanted him.

༶ so when he tells you about the games, you accept it. Of course, you're so good to him, you'd never doubt him when he said they were just giving people a better opportunity.

༶ in the next edition you would watch the games with him. In-ho sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey neat in his hand, with you snuggled next to him, hiding your face in his chest every time someone got shot or got a bad bruise.

༶ he likes to admire you. He knows you are bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine and as sweet as a grape. hee knows he's the opposite of those cute and innocent things, but he can't resist keeping you close, pulling you more and more into his world, even if you were too sweet for him.

#hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #round6 x reader #squidgame x reader #round 6 #squid game #player 001 #player 001 x reader #in ho x reader #front man #frontman x reader #young il #young il x reader

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captain-huggy-bear · 6 months ago

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'You're blushing.'

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader (Crush level)

Warnings: Reader is described as visibly blushing (normally i'd avoid it, but for this idea I kinda had to, sorry!)

Summary: You're friends with Jack and Luke first, they decide to tease you good naturedly about your reaction to their older brother, Quinn.

Notes: I feel like Jack and Luke as friends would really work together to tease you, just very good natured but finding it hilarious. Basically acting like your annoying brothers.

An NHL charity event isn't something that 2 years ago you would have thought you'd ever be at, but then 2 years ago you didn't forsee yourself becoming friends with Jack and Luke Hughes, two pro-hockey players, after taking your students to meet the New Jersey Devils on a school trip.

Everyone who was anyone in the NHL was present, players from across the teams from both Canada and the US, coaches, WAGs and then you, because Jack and Luke refused to leave you behind in case you got bored without them. Their words, not yours. You couldn't even use work as an excuse because school holidays were in full swing.

So, here you found yourself, clutching a glass of something expensive, but awful tasting, that you quickly deposite on a side table the moment no one is looking, wearing your best dress (the one that never came out of your closet and had needed a really good steam to get the wrinkles out) and oogling their attractive older brother from across the room. The big brother you've had a crush on for at least a year...despite having met him a total of 5 times.

It wasn't your fault, really. Jack and Luke were pretty, so very pretty, but a little too young for you and treated you like an annoying sister, Quinn however? He was the right age, the right height, had the right hair and the few times you'd interacted had made you feel like a girl and not one of the guys. He was easy on the eyes and from the time you'd spent around him a genuinely nice guy, the type of person that having a crush on was easy. Especially, when you were rarely around him and didn't need to confront said feelings.

It's stupid though, a crush? In your mid-20s? It feels like something you should have grown out of, but apparently not. You think you've managed a good job at hiding it though, hiding the way your ears perk up whenever Jack or Luke mention Quinn, hiding the fact you watch every Canucks game even if you have to catch up late after work kicks out, marking piled high in front of you.

Across the room you watch as Jack and Luke hug their brother in greeting, big smiles wide on all three faces. They're all wearing their best suits, hair neatly trimmed, a shame...as you're rather fond of Quinn's longer hair, but he's still handsome either way.

Luke must mention you as he gestures in your direction and Quinn turns to look at you, smiling wide in your direction. You're not expecting it, certain you resemble a deer in headlights.

His wide smile does funny things to your heart and it's only made worse when he starts walking in your direction, Luke and Jack trailing behind, you're almost certain your heart is about to stop in your chest.

He stops just shy of you, looking like some sort of daydream and you're certain that you're not hiding your crush very well in that moment. Suddenly, you feel 10 years old again.

"Hey, long time no see," Quinn doesn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek that has your face feeling incredibly warm. He pulls back, eyes giving you a slow once over from your head to your uncomfortable heels, "You look beautiful." There's a crinkle at his eyes that screams sincerity, that, combined with his soft smile only has you swallowing harder and trying to ignore the raised eyebrows of Jack and Luke over his shoulders.

"T.." You cough the lump from your throat, "Thank you, Quinn, it's nice to see you again"

It's not long before he's called away, once more pressing a kiss to your cheek on his way and you know you're beet red in the face without even looking at Jack or Luke. Their matching grins only confirm it and you internally groan when Jack throws an arm around your shoulders, smirking down at you.

“You’re blushing.”

"Shut up." You grind out, shoving his arm off your shoulder and crossing your arms even as your eyes continue to track Quinn across the room.

"You're seriously blushing because of Quinn?" Luke takes up the otherside of you grinning over the top of your head at his brother, even as Jack keeps digging at the topic. If your face was red before, you know it's probably bright enough to be seen from space now.

"Jack, in the name of all that is holy, if you do not shut the fuck up right now I am going to tell tiktok about that time that you tried to jump into my arms because of a mouse." You poke a harsh finger into his chest, but your threat seems to make very little impact, your friend just continues to grin at you like you've made his night.

"But, seriously? Quinn? Like, i'm right here,"

"You are a baby." You roll your eyes, turning back to find Quinn staring at the three of you from across the room. He's got the sort amused look that tells you he'll be asking his brothers all about this later, curious as to what had you make that face at Jack.

"I'm not that much younger than you!"

"Still a baby." You laugh simply because you all know Jack's joking. He's never once wanted to date you and you're fine with that. Your dynamic with the two younger Hughes brothers has always been entirely platonic and you like it that way.

"Does that mean I don't get a shot at all?" Luke chims in from besides you, arms slumped at his side in mock sadness that has you wrapping an arm around his waist to give him a side hug.

"Lukey, I love you, you get a shot just for being you." You grin up at him as Luke smugly waggles his eyebrows at his brother. It's all completely ridiculous and it reminds you that even when they're winding you up, you do in fact love the two of them.

"Oh, c'mon!" Jack's jaw drops like you've just told him that his first born child is the uglist child you've ever seen or something equally as offensive. From the corner of your eye, you can see that Quinn is still watching the three of you even as he talks to a group of journalists. It makes you nervous, hoping that he hasn't developed a talent for lip reading.

"Why are we even having this discussion? Neither of you want to date me and I don't want to date either of you! We firmly established that we're all in the friendzone here."

"It's the principle okay? I am the pretty one and you go for Quinn?"

You're quiet for a moment, eyes on your feet before you mumble out a quick, "I like his hair."

"I have good hair too." You roll your eyes at his retort, "So do I!" Luke ruffles his curls to show them off.

"I like his beard." That bit of scruff he always seems to grow as the season continues, the sort you're sure would scratch deliciously against your skin if he kissed you. Quinn gave off strong romantic book lead vibes with that sort of facial hair going on, a lumberjack or cowboy who saves the leading lady from hyperthermia or a bear or something.

"Okay...I'm...i'm working on that, give me some time, Jesus, woman!" You know he's only playing, but you also know Jack's genuinely curious as to when and how you developed a crush on his older brother. It's not like you'd ever expressed your interest in their brother before, not even suggesting he was cute in a passing comment.

"Look, I just...I think he's handsome that's all..." It's most certainly not all, but you're not about to wax poetic about their brother and give them more ammunition to tease you with than they already have.

"Well, if you're not marrying me or Luke, I guess the only way to add you to the family is to get Quinn to fall hoplessly in love with you." Jack claps his hands together, nodding his head like he's just come up with some sort of business proposal that benefits all parties rather than suggesting you marry his brother.

Luke looks over at Jack, nodding along with a little smirk, "I think we can manage that."

"Oh, definitely, Lukey Boy." Between them it's like looking at a pair of mischievious and naughty school boys.

"Please don't meddle, please leave it alone! I get crushes all the time, I really do not need you embarrassing me! We're adults, this is not the school playground!" You're practically begging them to leave it alone, mind already conjuring up a million and one ways in which they could embarrass you.

You're so focused on them that you don't see Quinn making his way over until he speaks from over your shoulder. He's eyeing his brothers like they might set off a stink bomb, arms crossed over his chest that only serves to make him look even broader than he already does in that jacket.

"Why do you two look like you're about to cause some trouble?"

"Us?" Jack starts, pointing at himself and then to Luke, wide innocent eyes fooling absolutely no one.

"Trouble?" Luke continues, a hand over his heart like Quinn had insulted his honour by suggesting such a thing.

"Quinny, would we ever do such a thing?"

There's a moment of silence before Quinn looks them both dead in the eyes and gives a confident, "Yeah."

Quinn turns to you, face softening into a look that screams that he's concerned his brothers are being dicks to you, it's pleasant and sweet and makes you feel warm inside, "You alright? These two idiots bothering you?" Both idiots shout a quick 'hey!' but your attention is solely focused on Quinn and the way his hair falls across his forehead when he tilts his head to look at you.

"Yes!" He chuckles at your insistant reply, hand reaching out to offer itself to you, "C'mere then," you grasp it without question and follow him off to the dance floor. Not thinking twice until you find yourself wrapped up in a slow dance with a guy you can barely look at without blushing. Feeling in over your head in the best sort of way.

From the corner of the room Jack turns to his younger brother with a smile, as they watch the you and Quinn inch closer and closer together on the dance floor. Your head eventually coming to rest on his shoulder as you sway back and forth.

"Y'know what, Lukey? Maybe we don't have to meddle at all..."

#huggy bear writes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes/reader #nhl imagine

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astrow1zar6 · 2 years ago

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Astrology Observations- 013

I notice Cap Mercurys think so maturely even from such a very young age. These were those kids that always wanted to hang around people older than them. They are old souls at heart and sometimes it’s harder for them to connect with more childlike energies. People their age can see them as boring because of their serious demeanor.

Leo Risings never like to show the sides to them that make them look bad in anyway. These people have big egos so any assumption from others that they aren’t anything but great can take a big toll on their self esteem. They come off so confident but most are really insecure & don’t think they are interesting so they tend exaggerate a lot of facts about them to keep people thinking they are really interesting and amazing. (U guys don’t need ti do that people already think you are before you even speak)

Capricorn risings always look so annoyed when people are speaking to them. Most of the time they are. They have very honest expressions and when someone says something stupid or uninteresting they are more willing to show their uninterested while most are just willing to smile and take it out of being polite. This is why they can come off as rude or snobbish but really the just don’t have time for bullshit. (I definitely think Wednesday Addams has this placement) many don’t know they are being rude but most don’t have the energy to be fake if they really don’t like what the others saying. Very Real people many mistake them for being Scorpio risings.

Venus in Scorpios were probably shamed a lot for their their sex appeal/drives. I notice these people have a very provocative vibe to them that causes a lot of ppl to sexualize them ( especially the women). I’ve seen women with this placement be virgins and still get slut shamed. People always assume they sleep with mad people even if it’s not true.

Moon in 5th housers are actually very secretive about their talents. A lot are so talented but most tend to keep their hobbies and interests to themselves unless they really trust you.

When someone with Venus in the 7th house likes you they will talk about their future a lot with you. This one guy had a big crush on me and would always joke about getting married and starting a life someday ( he made it sound as a joke but in a way I can tell he meant it). Also can be obsessed with weddings. I have a friend with this placement who says she’ll only wanna get married to experience having her dream wedding lol

Venus in 2nd house women always have people buying them things bro. They don’t even have to ask and men will be buying them expensive gifts or paying for their food or trips. Definition of pretty privilege.

Mars in Aquarius like very eccentric things in bed. It’s almost like they enjoy the opposite of what should be expected in bed. Like the women would like to take normally the male role in bed and vice versa a man with this placement could like a very submissive role. The weirder and more out of place the more turned on they get. Can also be really experimental they are willing to try anything once even if it’s outlandish.

Mars in Aries are usually natural athletes. They have amazing endurance and can become pros faster than most.

Virgo moons usually have bad stomach problems or eating disorders. They are also always giving unsolicited advice no one asked for. They feel this need to solve everything but it can come off as kinda judgmental.

Mars in Pisces are usually victims to bullying. They usually have a hard time asserting themselves and standing up so they get pushed around a lot easier by stronger more dominant energies.

Cap moons are always in denial of their feelings

Mars Square Venus synastry can be really awkward at times in a friendship. Theres this bizarre sexual and touchy tension usually that both aren’t fully comfortable with. The mars person can come off a little too strong and can treat the Venus as if they own them. This attraction can be one sided sometimes with the mars person wanting the Venus and the Venus getting repulsed and distancing themselves. I’ve seen the mars person get jealous if the Venus would hang out with others whether it be other friends or family. And if the Venus is dating someone else this can get really heated on the mars end. Venus will feel the attraction but I notice it’s not as strong.

Venus in 5th house synastry is soooooo flirty. These are those cheesy cringey couples that are always acting like little kids around eachother. It’s actually a really sweet placement. This person will be able to bring out your inner child.

Venus in Libras are always crushing on someone. They jump into relationships I think faster than people with Venus in Aries the only difference is that they can maintain longer term partnerships & don’t bore as quick (even if their feelings are a little superficial). They just don’t know what to do with themselves when they are alone.

Scorpio risings I notice get really strong reactions out of people (like Lilith/asc people) their words make others blood boil even if they really don’t say anything offensive or rude. Most people are jealous of their authenticity which is why a lot of Scorpio risings are quiet and not as willing to open up. People just hate on them so intensely for the littlest things. They also have this ability to know if people are genuine or not which can be intrusive to certain people causing intense reactions. They can see thru everyone’s mask which can make other feel uncomfortable to be around them. This is why they usually have few friends and the friends they do have are as authentic as themselves. Literal human lie detectors

Men that have a water sun with a water moon are BIG SIMPS

Cancer sun women will be passively rude to you if they don’t like you or are jealous of you. They won’t straight say it but they will say little comments in a nice way that’s actually really rude. Then usually play victim if confronted

Everyone’s crush in high-school was either a Scorpio sun or a Libra sun/rising. Tell me I’m lying

#astro observations #astrologist #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astroblr

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mscherub · 5 months ago

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Courting with Azul (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

Gender neutral reader, referred to as Y/N or Prefect!

Warnings!:

Swearing as per usual

Leech twins slightly stalking you, all fun in games tho :)

Word count:

Approximately 2.2k

How long has it been since Azul has been acting weird? Well, weirder than usual, I guess. He was cunning, deviously intelligent, and just always had the one up on everybody thanks to his wit. After his overblot you ended up getting closer to him, especially since he always seemed to get into your business…but he’s changed now, and specifically when around you.

Was he ok? Did he fall and hit his head? If so, probably happened during flight class. I mean we’re talking about Azul here, Azul, the man who is always put together well it seemed, a man of high stature, now completely embarrassed when around you if you so much as smiled at him. Why couldn’t he make eye contact without going red? It was nerve-racking, the guy who you used to not be able to trust was acting all secretive around you again, and that just set off red flags. What was more concerning was the fact you always felt like you were being watched…and did you see a tuff of aquamarine hair or was that just your imagination? Huh…

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So…say maybe you got into an altercation by simply chance. Ok, well, to be fair it was mostly Ace’s fault. Why is it always his fault?

Ace, Deuce, and Grim had been to the lounge earlier within the week to get food, you stayed back at Ramshackle to study and you trusted them enough(big mistake) to have a friendly outing on their own. But things happened, and they ended up starting a food fight and causing Azul to loose who knows how much money due to the waste of food, and the money he had to pay for cleaning and the repairs.

Ace and Grim mainly begged you to talk it out with Azul because you were quote on quote, “closer,” to Azul than any other student was, and, yea, you definitely were considering how he let you hang out in the VIP lounge when you’ve had a particularly stressful day to wind down, but it didn’t go beyond that per se, he was just being friendly is all…trying to be. But still, this was something that the three should own up to on their own and face the consequences for and—

You’re seated in a chair in the VIP lounge. You were guilt tripped(again). One pout from Deuce and you folded. You watch as Azul fidgets in his seat, writing down whatever he was writing, most likely the expenses he’s owed.

“Look, ‘zul…I, shit, uh. You know I don’t have any money really, so I don’t know what you expect me to do with,” you look at a large number on the paper marked with a big bolded dollar sign. You take a breath in. “paying you back…” you sigh, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.

“How much damage did Grim cause, specifically?” You murmur.

“Approximately 43% of the damage caused by just the group, which in turn means you owe me around $4,300 thaumarks give or take.” He sighs…$4,300!? You swallow thickly and you slump back in the chair.

“Ah…er. Azul, you know Crowley doesn’t even pay me that much in 4 months time…” you grumble. Great. Now you’re probably going to be indentured to work at the lounge to pay back the expenses, and that’s not even getting to keep any of the tips you make.

He glances up at you…and, woah. Woah, woah, woah. Why the fuck does he look guilty?

He clears his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. “Perhaps we could work a plan out considering your circumstances…” he drawls on.

He looks back down at the paper. You feel his foot brush against yours and you sit up again. You definitely knew where this was going to go. He’d ask for you to work for a time then let you go…gah, you didn’t have time for this, screw the words he had to say, let’s just get it over with already.

“I can’t afford to work many days of the week, so I guess I could do the weekends but—“

“No need for that, actually. Just…consider it covered this once I suppose. I’ll ask for more money from the duo to cover the expenses.” He stammers. “I suppose you can manage to tell them…” He looks at you then suddenly realizes what he says, shutting up.

…

HUH?!

“W-what? Azul? Hello? Wait, wait, wait. You’re covering it? Excuse me? What—“

“Oh, look at the time! Unfortunately, I am very busy man at the moment!” He spits out as he gets up from his chair swiftly, walking over to yours and waits for you to get up. You do out of surprise and he instantly places a hand on your shoulder and leads forces you over to the door, his face red.

“Good evening, Prefect. Jade will see you out!” He practically pushes you out the door, closing it quickly behind you.

You blink in confusion, but you’re pulled from your thoughts as Jade comes over with his cunning smirk, his earring jingling as he walks you to the door quietly.

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You spend all night tossing and turning. You had this uneasy feeling. I mean Azul out of all people said you didn’t need to pay him back. If those words had come out of Kalim’s mouth then you definitely wouldn’t have been as nervous as you are not, but those words came out of Azul’s mouth.

Grim, however, didn’t bat an eye and was just over the moon on how you could keep buying him the more expensive brand of tuna, sleeping peacefully at the corner of the bed. You sigh and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You think back to how Azul has been acting. He seemed more jumpy when around you, and he was awkwardly more touchy, always having a hand on your shoulder, lower back, or his leg up against yours when given the chance. When this did happen he’d blush crazily and it’d look like he had a fever.

He also liked to show off more nowadays. He’d invite you to the board game club when they were hosting a chess match to present to you just how smart he really was with his perfectly crafted performance of strategy during his matches, winning every single one.

Fuck. You need a drink to clear your mind…then back to bed, to sleep this time and not overthink.

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The next day you break the news to Ace and Deuce on how they needed to pay back equally 50/50, which felt wrong in a way. Grim caused almost half of the damage and yet you didn’t have to cough up a single cent. Ace instantly finds this unfair and complains the whole day, so much so that as you four walk through the hall, Ace “accidentally” knocks you into some random dude, who, coincidentally, happens to be one of the guys Grim targeted the most during the food fight. Ace realizes his mistake and attempts to pull you away before it’s too late.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, and keep that damn beast under control, I owe $2,500 thaumarks to the damn lounge thanks to you.” The man huffs. He towers over you and glares down at you. Deuce and Grim are ready to fight, and Ace slowly pulls out his magic pen, but—

“Hey, don’t be picking on shrimpy there, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.” Floyd chuckles as he grips the man’s shoulder tight. You quickly school your expression and back up next to the group.

Jade and Floyd stand ominously behind the unnamed student. He turns around and goes quiet as he sees the pair smiling at him. Their smiles don’t falter, and in fact they just grow wider.

Clearly the man had some sort of survival instinct and he muttered an apology before scurrying off down the hall. Floyd just giggles and watches him run away. It’d be fun to chase him. They will later. Floyd smirks as he walks over to you and picks you up into a bone crushing hug.

“We saved you shrimpy, bosses orders. You owe us, heh~” you squirm in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But you pause as you go over Floyd’s words.

Bosses orders? Like…Azul’s orders. Like Azul ordered them to, what? Keep an eye on you?

“Floyd, this seems to be the only job you’ve ever enjoyed.” Jade smirks.

Floyd shrugs and puts you down. “It’s better than serving people food…” he huffs as they begin to walk away. Floyd smiles and waves to you before they both disappear down the same hallway the man ran down.

“You ok?” Deuce asks as he looks at you worried. You simply nod, completely confused.

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At this point, you’ve had enough of whatever game Azul was playing. He was making no sense with his actions which were further than the norm for him. I mean he was literally sending out Jade and Floyd to “watch over you,” and that was just creepy enough on its own. You could take care of yourself just fine guaranteed.

Anytime something remotely close to being bad happened, Jade and Floyd were always there. They’d scare off whoever was giving you a hard time and then leave. You had enough, and rightfully so.

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You find yourself marching into Mostro Lounge, pushing past Jade and swinging the door open to the VIP lounge. The student Azul was conversing swindling with jumps, and Azul mimics him the same, both look up at you. Azul’s eyes widen instantly as you glare at him.

You look over at the random student. “Leave.”

“Right on it.” The guy murmurs before quickly walking out.

You go over to his desk and slam your hands down, locking eyes with him. He lets out a small sound of surprise and swallows thickly.

“I want an explanation. Now.” You huff, taking a seat and sitting back as you watch him closely.

“An ex-explanation for, uh, what exactly?” He mumbles nervously, stumbling over his words.

“You know. The weird shit you’ve been pulling?” You sigh as you narrow your eyes at him.

“First, excusing me from having to pay anything back, which although I’m thankful for, is just weird coming from you. And also sending Jade and Floyd to do whatever they’re doing, cause I know for a damn fact they never used to show up when I got into a small argument. They made some kid cry!” You miff as you shake your head. “What’s going on with you? What happened? You’re…different. I’m worried, ‘zul.” You finally mumble out.

Your shoulders slump as your gaze softens. He goes quiet and blinks, looking down at the desk, his face all pink again.

“It’s. Complicated.” Is all he murmurs out. Nope. Not taking that for an answer. You watch as his hands tremble. You sit up in the chair and grab his gloved ones.

“Dude. Stop stalling and just say what’s going on. You’re honestly kind of scaring me, so—“

His hands wrap around yours and he gives a light squeeze. He looks into your eyes, then back at the bookshelves, scanning the spines of the books.

“Azul.” You say sternly.

“I suppose I hadn’t put much thought into how cultures vary from sea to land.” He whispers out. He looks back at you, pursing his lips. He opens his mouth to speak again but Floyd bursts into the room and happily walks up behind your chair and leans down, smiling at Azul.

“He likes ya, Shrimpy! He was courting you, and he would have tried to protect you himself but he’s weak so—“ Floyd blabs on but is cut off.

“FLOYDDDD!” Azul yells as he goes completely red, pulling his hands away from yours and covering his face. You blink once, then twice.

“Apologies for Floyd as usual, Azul. Fu, fu.” Jade chuckles. Floyd is then dragged away by Jade, leaving you and Azul alone again.

Courting.

That’s what it was? This whole time that’s what he’s been doing? Holy shit…

You gently get up from your seat and you go behind his desk, standing next to him as he sits. You grab his wrists and pull them away from his face, leaning your face closer to his and smiling at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like you, too, ‘zul.” The time seems to stop as he goes wide eyed again and just stares at you. You quirk an eyebrow at him, watching him. You sigh, ah, fuck it.

You lean down and kiss his cheek. “I mean it. Now cut it out with the weird shit.” You chuckle as you pull away.

Azul looks like he’s going to combust, but he clears his throat and pushes his glasses back up, then straightens his uniform. “As you wish. I’m glad you reciprocate my feelings. Though I knew you would, after all.” He smirks triumphantly.

“Fucking smart ass.” You chuckle as you roll your eyes. “Next time, just ask me out on a date.”

“Then I suppose…would you perchance, like to go on a date with me, then?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smile.

Hope you enjoyed reading, my Lovelies! When I wrote this I rushed it so…anyways. That’s the octotrio’s works transferred over to tumblr! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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madridfangirl · 11 months ago

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A Weekend in Ibiza - Part 4 (final)

(Jude Bellingham smut fic)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

5.2k words. Jude*female reader. Smut & suggestive language. And many confused feelings.

A/n - When we don't get Jude holiday content (the kind with other women), we make shit up

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You missed him.

Son of a bitch, you actually missed him.

Jude had left an hour after waking you up for an early morning tumble. It had been your idea, since he kept yapping in your ear after you two were done, with the typical annoying chirpiness of a morning person, while you just wanted to snuggle in the cozy sheets, & enjoy the pleasant relaxation washing over your muscles. So, you had nudged him to take care of whatever it was he needed to take care of and he had left, promising to return soon.

But now, you missed him. The room suddenly felt too big, too empty, too quiet without him.

His cologne was still all over you, on the pillow next to you. The sheets reeking of his scent. His belongings spread on the side-table - an expensive looking watch, an LV waist pouch, and a box of condoms.

Would it be downright pathetic to ping him for an ETA?

YES. Your inner voice chided you, loudly.

Remember what this is. What you are to him. The flavour of the week, if even that.

Fine, you were gonna wait. Let him take his sweet time. You’d rather die than be accused of being clingy, especially in this context.

It’s been 90 minutes, stop being so dramatic. Screamed your inner voice again.

You stretched your limbs before getting out of bed, sighing at the soreness. A hot bath was the need of the hour. And house keeping.

Twirling in front of the mirror in your new deep blue summer dress, another daring purchase for the trip, you wondered if he’d like this one.

Well, he had liked blue on you yesterday. A lot.

Heck, it DID NOT matter. It SHOULD NOT matter. You were dressing for yourself. To look good for yourself.

But a little bit for him too.

3 hours. He’d been gone three hours now. It was already 10 am. You started to wonder if he was coming back at all. But he left his stuff? Well it won’t even be pocket change to him. Did he get bored already? Moved on to finer pastures?

Right on cue, the door opened, taking you by surprise. Jude emerged, in all his glory. Donning a loose multi-coloured unbuttoned summer shirt, with matching shorts. Chiselled abs on full display. The chest hair, with a trail going down into his shorts. And then there were those legs. Despite your annoyed state, you nearly salivated at the sight.

He was mumbling something about taking your keycard, in case you were still asleep. But you couldn’t register a word. Senses too distracted to focus.

Jude had this air about him - a casual nonchalance, an unshakable confidence, an inherent swag. Used to getting his way in life. Making the world bend to his will. It was sexy as hell.

But it irked you too. Was it because he operated like he owned every room he walked into, and everyone in it? Or because you wanted to let him own you? You couldn’t tell anymore.

‘Could have knocked first.’

Jude cocked his head sideways at the comment, smirking mischievously, scanning you up & down. A sight for sore eyes. Blue really was your colour.

‘Nothing that I haven’t seen already.’

But something he’d like to see a lot more of. All day today. The dress looked like a million dollars on you, but he’d still prefer it on the floor.

Your hands gripped your dress (a movement his eyes followed), to curb the shiver running down your arms. Even while being arrogant, he was still charming.

‘Someone else could have been here with me.’

You managed to find your wits, and shot back.

His whole demeanour changed. Features hardening, gaze intensifying, as he stepped closer. Subconsciously, you retreated, gasping when your back hit the desk. He stood toe to toe now, towering over you. Your fingers started fiddling aimlessly as you avoided his burning glare, realising you had touched a nerve. HARD.

The tension in the air reverberated through your body and you jumped when his large hands gripped your ass, kneading the exact spot he had spanked yesterday. The residual sting making you whimper & bite your lip, drawing his attention to your mouth.

Jude bent down, biting your earlobe, drawing another whimper, as he whispered in a low, raspy, menacing tone.

‘I NEVER share what’s MINE, especially when I have wanted it so much.’

You wobbled, and clutched his biceps for support, as his hand slid under your dress & found your dripping core.

‘Already?’

The tone was half-mocking, half-proud, as he cupped you over your panties, your legs spreading on their own accord to accommodate his hand. Then, with a measured move, he lightly slapped you there. Sending shockwaves through your nerves.

You mewled and fell forward onto his chest. Stunned & turned on beyond any fathomable limits. Moaning his name, sounding unabashedly needy.

That proved to be his undoing.

You found yourself bent over the desk, face down into the glass top, your dress yanked down & pushed up to pool at your waist, your hips adjusted to his preferred angle, your panties discarded somewhere, your hands struggling to find some kind of purchase on the glass, your shaky breaths making patterns on the sheer surface.

Vulnerable and spread open for him. Exactly as he liked.

A quick preparation with his fingers, and he was sliding inside you, groaning at the hot, tight squeeze of your walls, stretching you fully. Your back arched, as your body struggled to take him in. But he kept going, till he bottomed out.

Sounds of sex filled the room - your choked moans, his uneven grunts, his body slapping against yours, while yours slapped against the desk. Your nails scratched on the glass, his angles shooting sensations up & down your spine, hitting spots inside you didn’t know existed. The rapid movement of your bare nipples pressed on the cold glass made you scream. Which brought him out of whatever trance he was in.

Jude paused instantly, bent down, & brought his face to the side of yours.

‘What’s wrong?’

Words failed you. Somehow, you managed to point to your chest. He understood, bringing one arm underneath your breasts, shielding them from the glass. You whimpered at the relief. He stayed put, unmoving, panting over your neck.

‘Too much? Should I stop?’

Your nervous shake of head was all the signal he needed. He went again, tad slower this time, but still rocking your world in a thousand different ways. Making you see stars & entire galaxies as your vision blurred. Your scream when you came was muffled by the glass, and you were far too overstimulated to register his groan as he climaxed soon after.

Jude put his hands on either side of you, half-bending, half-standing, still buried inside, as he came down from his high. Looking over your spent form.

As you stayed half passed out, few things became clear in your mind about him. 1) He was possessive to the hilt. 2) He liked to take from behind when he was in the mood for fucking / hard sex. Face to face was for softer, calmer, gentler situations, like this morning. 3) He was as much a boobs guy as an ass guy. 4) Football wasn’t his only natural gift, to the point it was unfair to other men. No way they could compare to the whole package that was him, and he knew that all too well. 5) His dominance and aggression didn’t end on the football pitch, he brought it to bed too.

Lost in these thoughts, you didn’t register when he carried you bridal-style to bed, looked you over for any bruises (he was kicking himself hard for not factoring in the glass top properly), cleaned you & tucked the blanket over you.

Only coming to your senses when you were pulled against a hard muscular body, laying on your side, his arms wrapped around you, his cheek caressing yours, as you heard him mutter softly.

‘Say something. Please.’

Jude had been half-hard before he walked in, the hours away were literal physical torture. Then that dress, and especially your comment made him tip over the edge. He hadn’t planned to be rough, not so soon in the day at least. Definitely not after last night.

You sighed as he showered you with forehead kisses, somehow re-discovering your voice.

‘You snore in your sleep.’

Amused, he turned his face slightly to look at you, then laughed an infectious laugh, his whole body shaking with the sensation, as he squeezed you lightly in his hold, bringing a smile to your tired face.

‘Well, we have already established you are a liar.’

‘Please, have the others not told you this?’

He didn’t usually sleep in the same bed with the others all night, not so soundly anyway. Even on some rare occasions, he parted ways swiftly in the morning, without much conversation. What was happening right now was not the norm, it was a massively astronomical exception. Something he was still struggling to wrap his head around.

‘Stay a few days more?’

That came out of nowhere, even for him.

She turned her head, looking at him oddly.

‘Can’t. Work calls.’

‘Say you’re sick. Or, if your boss likes football, tell him he can have season tickets in whichever stadium he wants.’

You rose up on your elbows, to laugh at his silliness. But he looked sincere so you changed tact.

‘Clearly you haven’t worked in a corporate before.’

He hadn’t. And that effectively shut him up on the topic.

Few lazy minutes passed in silence. Your fingers traced patterns on his chest, half laying over him, while his fingers carded through your open messy hair.

‘You really don’t do this, do you?’

He didn’t need to elaborate. You understood he was referring to casual sex.

‘I meant what I said earlier. Every word.’

‘Then why this? Why me?’

He sounded sincere, not trying to fish for compliments or anything, genuinely curious to know.

Because it became physically impossible to resist you.

‘An adventure I guess.’

You shrugged, trying to not give away anything more. Anything real. Anything about the state of desperation he had put you in.

He hummed, as he mulled over it.

‘And this trip was an adventure too?’

This time you didn’t need to lie.

‘Kinda. Work was getting a bit much. Needed this mini escape.’

‘Me too.’

He blurted out, again out of nowhere. Jude started to wonder if he was coming down with some kind of bug or something.

‘Like how?’

He had sworn not to dwell on this, to leave it behind on the field, like he had promised his mum. But it was easier said than done.

You sensed the heaviness in the air, and in his mood. Your hand moved to his face, stroking it gently, nudging him to continue. He accepted the comfort, leaning into your palm.

‘Lost a very important final for my country. Couldn’t play my best. Failed them.’

You didn’t know what to say to that. It must have been hard to deal with, and almost impossible to forget.

‘Well, you have a long journey ahead. Second chances will come.’

He shut his eyes, not wanting to reveal the heartbreak. But his expressive face did the talking.

‘This was the second chance. A third chance rather. And we blew it. I blew it. They won’t forgive me.’

His face contorted, and he sank further into the mattress.

The words clutched at your heart, and his pain hurt your soul. Deeply.

‘Heyyyy, look at me.’

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Still too raw inside.

You climbed on top of him and smothered his perfectly symmetrical face with kisses, every inch of it, slowly. Then moved to his lips, giving them a quick peck, which he reciprocated. Moving below, you brushed your lips against his long neck, as his hands unfisted from the sheet, wrapping around your waist. Your whole body weight was on him now, which he seemed to welcome.

But he was still hiding from you, behind closed lids.

Your thumbs massaged the frown lines on his forehead, soothing them, as you bit the tip of his nose affectionately. He sighed, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

‘If you care this much, then you’ll make it happen again. And this time, you’ll go over the line. Just need to keep believing and working for it.’

Finally, he popped his eyes open, flashing a delicate, hopeful smile. You smiled back and leaned in to peck his nose again, but pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss, only breaking it when he sensed your breathlessness, & let you roll off of him.

Jude turned to his side, eyes roaming your spent form (you hadn’t even bothered to pull up the blanket), as his warm hand splayed on your stomach.

‘We need to work on your stamina.’

Offended, you tried to push him away, but he stayed put & giggled at your meek efforts.

‘Well, I am not a professional athlete, hello? And….I don’t do all this….stuff…nowhere as frequently as you. So, I am good, thanks.’

‘But what if someday you want to try more?’

Irritated, you decided to get back at him, knowing he won’t be able to retaliate given his guilt over your exhausted state.

‘Yeah, like what? A threesome maybe?’

That wiped the smile off his face. Good start, then.

‘Not gonna lie, it’s always been a fantasy having both of these (you pointed to your tits) sucked simultaneously.’

Jude had recovered enough to catch on to your little game by now.

‘Careful, doll.’

You ignored him completely. Having tasted blood, you couldn’t stop, going for the kill.

‘Anyone from your entourage, maybe? Or a teammate? Cama looked cute on your Insta, is he here by…’

Jude didn’t let you finish. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning your hands over your head as his mouth claimed yours in a punishing kiss. You squirmed under him, to no avail.

‘Threesome huh?

He barked in between demanding kisses.

‘You barely take ME fully and you want another man? Tell me, how will you take two together? WHERE will the other one go?’

For the second time today, you realised you had bitten more than you could chew. The bear had been well & truly poked.

‘Here?’

He shoved two fingers in your mouth, past your gag reflex. Eyes wild, showing you what he was picturing.

You shook your head from side to side, desperate to hold on to at least some of your erstwhile principles. And panted when he withdrew his fingers.

His hand slid behind you, poking at the back entrance. Your whole body jolted at the touch, and the implication, as you tried to peel his hand away.

‘No? Didn’t think so.’

Next, he gruffly squeezed your boobs close, admiring the valley in between.

‘Now this is tempting, but still not enough to climax. Which leaves this.’

Jude grabbed your right hand, looking straight into your flustered eyes. Challenge loud & clear in his animalistic gaze.

You wanted to run. At the same time, you wanted to meet him head on, to wrestle the control back.

He could tell you were considering it, and pounced on the opportunity, dragging your hand to his briefs, over his crotch. You both gasped at the touch.

‘Yes? Say yes.’

You couldn’t deny him. You didn’t wanna deny yourself either, curious about what he’d feel like.

The moment you nodded, he ripped away his briefs, and brought your hand back over his already excited member, covering it with his. Guiding your motions.

Your eyes widened at the feel of him - he hadn’t put on a condom this time, wanting you skin to skin. No barriers.

‘Come here doll, let me show you.’

Jude proved to be a good teacher. And you had always been a good student. Keen, curious, eager, fast learner. And in this specific instance, deeply enchanted with a gorgeously horny boy, therefore extra motivated to be good for him.

Going by his grunts, you WERE good. Considering the way his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, you were better than good. He grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, cursing into your mouth, while his hand continued to guide yours, going at a frantic pace now.

Throughout, you couldn’t sway your eyes from his face. Every little twitch imprinted deep into your mind, a core memory even. One could climax just looking at him like that. If you weren’t so sore & spent right now….

‘FUCKING HELL.’

He came with a groan. Splashing everywhere. Making a complete filthy mess of the sheets. And of you.

He panted against your lips, slowly calming down, plopping back on the pillow. While you remained dazed by what you had just done & witnessed.

After a few minutes, he gathered you in his arms again, carrying you to the shower. You welcomed the comfort of hot water, and the support of his body engulfing yours, keeping you from crumbling. The sight of him under the water, all wet & glistening, was pornographic. Another memory stored for life.

A nap seemed super enticing post the shower. Wrapped in bath robes, limbs intertwined, you both fell into a relaxing sleep. When you woke up, it was time for lunch. Jude knew the drill by now, quietly hiding in the washroom when the waiter came with the tray. Both had built an appetite, so the food felt extra delicious.

Post lunch, you cleared out a few emails on your laptop, preparing for tomorrow, while he sat next to you, watching some pre-season match on TV, head resting over your shoulder. It was impairing the movement of your arm as you typed but you were never going to make him move.

‘So, where do you work?’

You paused, and gave him a side-eye.

‘You are not supposed to know.’

‘Jeez, I mean which city.’

‘Amsterdam for the next 5 weeks. Then, back home.’

‘And where’s home?’

��Far away. Not in Europe.’

You kept typing, eyes firmly on the screen, and Jude understood he wasn’t going to get anything more than this.

‘Wherever it is, I could fly you out, you know.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Fly you out, to Madrid. To be with me. Whenever we want.’

To be his booty call is what he meant. Now you understood. Is that what he did with others too? All part of some playbook? Well, she wasn’t going to become another entry in the long list of girls he had at his beck and call.

‘Jude, I told you this was going to be just one weekend. Then we go back to our lives.’

‘I know, but, why is that set it stone?’

‘Because this is not me. I can’t go about my life while still doing this.’

‘But why?

‘Why? Because I don’t recognise the person I am right now. I am not so rash, carefree, whimsical, BOLD. This is an anomaly. And for what it’s worth, I like who I am in my real life. I have my own little world that I am content with. My own principles, which I stand by. Taking an 8-10 hr flight for hook-ups does not really fit into my scheme of things. I’d much rather wait for a real relationship, stick to my beliefs.’

Jude listened intently, soaking in every said and unsaid thing, trying to get to the root of what was getting you so riled up.

But he had always been a straightforward person. Didn’t like living with regrets. Go after what you want was his mantra.

‘Do you like the person you are right now, with me?’

You stared open mouthed, connecting the dots of how he was trying to check-mate you.

‘I am not gonna play this game with you.’

‘It’s not a game. Maybe the universe is sending you a message.’

‘I highly doubt the universe would be messaging me to keep hooking up with you. Universe has better things to do than that.’

‘Has this been so forgettable for you, then?’

He knocked the wind out of your chest with the poignance of his words and the disarming vulnerability of his voice. You felt lightheaded, and reached for his arm to steady yourself. Your tone softened.

‘I - I never said that. Never meant that.’

‘Then why are you so cross with me? Looking at me like that. Was it so wrong to want to see you again?’

You scooted closer, towards his body heat, and rested your head on his shoulder.

‘Didn’t mean to. I guess shit just got too real when you said that.’

And because you hadn’t still fully come to terms with the choices you had made this weekend. Deciding to continue it will not let it remain an anomaly, and will go against everything you believe in. No, you can’t fall for this. Will have to resist the temptation that was this man. Cut the chord this weekend, for the sake of your sanity. And return to normalcy. Never letting a single soul know what happened here.

He was quiet. And still. Processing the rejection. You climbed into his lap, cupped his jaw, gazing into his turbulent eyes.

‘We still have half a day. Let’s not spoil our remaining time together?’

He didn’t say anything, just looked at you with a blank expression, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, hugging him close. Feeling a strange sense of guilt. But you hadn’t done anything wrong, this had always been the arrangement. He was anyway going to get bored of this (you) soon even if you had agreed to continue. This was for the best. A clean cut.

Then why was it eating away at you? Making your insides churn?

‘Please, Jude. Please, just..’

You snuggled your head into the crook of his neck, and felt his arms settle around you. He lifted you out of his lap and made you lay on your back, as his eyes roamed over you. And his mind worked extra time to arrive at a decision. You waited patiently.

‘How much do you like this dress?’

A lot.

‘Do whatever you want.’

He tore it off, ripping with force, taking his frustration out on it. Laying you bare for him.

But he wasn’t rough. No, what happened over the next hour was more intense than even any BDSM out there.

Because, Jude made love to you. Worshipped your body. Touched you in ways that was ruining you for other men. Whispered such things in your ear that no other voice would ever be good enough. Looked at you with such longing & passion that you could see your image in his honeyed orbs. Kissed you so fervently that you were becoming addicted to his lips. Sucked your boobs so thoroughly that you almost came just from that. Ate you out with such determination like his life depended on it. Fucked you to oblivion, to the point you thought you were getting a stroke. Made you peak over & over, like he was trying to set a new record in the history of mankind.

All while never breaking eye contact with you, never letting you slip away or hide from him.

You could tell he was proving a point, showing you what you would be missing out on. That the two of you still had a lot more to discover together. That only he could make you feel a certain way. And that sex with him can be like this also - more, different, real. Not just a sating of lust.

But you had to stay strong. Because if you fall, it’s gonna be a slippery slope. A bottomless pit. You had so much more to lose in this, because he clearly was not ready for anything more. Even if he didn’t fully realise that, you could tell as much. And this half-in, half-out arrangement would be a recipe for disaster in your life.

As your sweaty bodies laid intertwined with each others, basking in the afterglow, you couldn’t resist placing little kisses on his chest, earning sweet sighs from him.

It was almost evening now. Only a few more hours left with him.

You had to pack, book your cab to the airport, do your web checkin. And call home - since you had been practically MIA for two days. So much to do, but you couldn’t move from his side. Just a few more mins like this.

Finally, you got up, moving around the room to gather your stuff. While he laid on his stomach, towards the edge of the bed, arms crossed & tucked under his chin, just watching you silently.

‘You…don’t have to stay if you are getting bored, you know.’

‘Do you want me to leave?’

You zipped your bag and kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks with both hands.

‘I want you to stay.’

‘I want you to stay too.’

You sighed, pressing your foreheads together, unable to respond in any other way. Because there was nothing to say.

‘How about dinner on the balcony? And some wine?’

You tried to sound enthused, looking at him expectantly. He gave in.

‘I have a bottle you’d really like.’

The dinner was light, neither of you in the mood for anything elaborate. The wine was heavenly though, you hummed appreciatively with every sip during your first glass. Later, both of you gulped it down fast, to fill in the awkward silence, emptying the bottle in an hour.

You swayed a little as you walked to the railing, soaking in the sound of the waves and the moonlight dancing on it.

Jude stayed on the couch, eyes firmly glued to you. The silver nightdress shone in the moonlight, creating a halo like effect. An elusive, mysterious fairy, who was flying away from him in a few hours. Never to be seen again. Pangs of a strange, hitherto unknown emotion gripped his heart. And he closed the distance between you two, while he still could.

Strong arms came around your waist, holding you gently. You leaned back into his chest, as your hand reached behind to stroke his face.

‘Won’t you miss this?’

Wine had numbed your filters and inhibitions. You couldn’t lie anymore. Couldn’t pretend.

‘I will.’

‘No one special back home then? Someone who could make you feel this way?’

‘No.’

His lips brushed your shoulder, sending a shiver down your back. The cool night air adding to the charged touch, as his fingers played with the strap of your nightdress.

‘So let me have you till then. Till there is….till you find…..and then you can…..’

He couldn’t bring himself to say the rest - the sheer thought of you settling down with someone so unpleasant, like a punch in the gut.

‘If you are around, I won’t be able to.’

He was dangerous, so dangerous for your sanity.

He had gotten what he initially wanted - your body. Why wasn’t that enough? Why was he asking for more than you could give? Why did he want to come for your soul, your heart too?

‘You won’t know till you actually try. Maybe I’ll change your mind. Or maybe you’ll change mine.’

Another emotional whiplash with his thoroughly befuddling words. Chipping away at the carefully constructed shield around your heart.

It had to stop. This had to change course.

‘Please, this is the wine talking. You’ll be repeating this to someone else a few days later.’

‘You think so? You think I’d jump in bed with someone else straightway? Like tomorrow?’

His grip became firmer. On your body. And your senses.

‘Won’t you?’

‘Would you like that?’

‘It’s none of my business.’

‘WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? Answer me.’

‘Jude please…’

He flipped you by your waist, grabbing the back of your neck.

‘Stubborn. So stubborn.’

A wet, needy make-out ensued, where you met him halfway. Gripping your butt, he lifted you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.

But he didn’t take you inside, settling on the balcony couch instead, making you straddle his thighs.

‘Not outside.’

‘Yes outside.’

‘But…’

‘It’s dark. No one can see us. Trust me.’

He lifted your nightdress over your head, pleased to find you naked underneath. His briefs were quickly discarded too, as he started to pull you down over himself, spearing you with this angle, while his mouth wreaked havoc on your chest, and his hands roamed your back with abandon.

For one last time, you submitted to him. Wholeheartedly. Just laying in his arms as he took you on a joyride. His hands doing most of the work when your legs couldn’t keep up with his thrusts.

‘How are you still so tight? After everything?’

Your body was filled with his marks and bruises, and you refused to even acknowledge the unseen marks he had left on you. The way he had penetrated the depths of your conscience. Clawing his way in.

Tears started to pool at the corner of your eyes, but you fought them valiantly. Not letting him see.

Jude had finally been able to put a finger on the strange emotion he had been feeling all day. It was desperation. He was desperate to not let you disappear forever. Feeling completely powerless - he’d never been on the receiving end of this before.

‘At least give me your Insta.’

He mumbled as you both were close, his strokes becoming sloppy.

‘I won’t follow. Won’t do anything to draw attention to you. But at least I’d be able to see you.’

But then he’d know who you were. Where you lived. Where you worked. He’d be able to find you, reach out to you. And this weekend won’t remain your secret only.

‘Let me…think about that…yeah?’

You kissed him, shutting down any further protests, taking in the feel of his lips. For the final time. You moaned into each others mouths as you fell apart together. Wrapped around each other. Naked on a balcony. Under the dim moonlight.

He carried you back to bed, settling in next to you. Both too emotionally & physically exhausted. You clung to him, moulding your body to his, snuggling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you both willed yourselves to go to sleep. With a heavy heart.

Next morning, when he woke up, you were gone. Unable to handle the prospect of another goodbye, plus not wanting to wake him up after he had twisted & turned restlessly most of the night. Frankly, you weren’t sure you had it in you to leave if he woke up and looked at you in that trademark way of his.

He understood why you did what you did, looking around the now empty room. Not knowing what to do next. Feeling a sense of loss he didn’t know how to process. Needing a hug from his mum.

Just then, he saw a note on your pillow, carefully tucked under the TV remote.

‘I’ll always remember you. Please know, this was the only way.

Love,

Your first name.’

That made him smile. He said your name over & over, deciding it suited you perfectly. The signature making his heart flutter a bit.

He clicked a photo of the note. As a plan formed in his head. Of another post, drawing you back in. He knew you’d be checking his profile, maybe even following him by now. Yeah, he’d get you back, he just knew it already!

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And there it is, the final chapter. This was meant to be a 2 part series but your love & feedback kept it going.

Thank you, I am so grateful. And I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this final instalment :)

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perfectlyoongi · 8 months ago

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SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who asked to get to know you first before starting the relationship. before he even met you, Hoseok knew that the person he was looking for would start to be part of his life with a regularity that he would have to make sure you were the ideal person for him. as such, before you even talked about limits and rules, Hoseok invited you to a simple dinner in the hopes of getting to know something more about you. yes, he had your name and knew where you were working; but Hoseok wanted to know more, something that wasn’t as superficial as your age and where you went to school. he wanted to get to know you: Hoseok wanted to know what you liked to do and all the things that made you happy; Hoseok wanted to know what your dream was as a child and how you still wanted to achieve it; Hoseok wanted to know more about you – he wanted to know what your soul was made of. “thank you for agreeing to go out with me. i hope you understand that i am not the only one to benefit from our date. i also want you to get to know me before accepting me.”

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who arranged a private driver for you. even though Hoseok liked to take you to places and outings himself, there were times when he was too busy or you simply wanted to go somewhere when he wasn’t in town. as such, to alleviate some of your anxiety about being behind a steering wheel, or the nervousness of chasing buses or taxis, Hoseok hired a driver especially for you. at any time, wherever you were, whenever Hoseok couldn’t reach you, he encouraged you to call your driver, knowing perfectly well that, even though you were far from him, you would be safe in the hands of a person he trusted. “i promise to take you on one of those nighttime car trips you love so much. but now i’m about to go into a meeting and i don’t know when i’ll arrive. call him today. tomorrow you are mine.”

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who is addicted to kissing your skin. for entire mornings, the two of you enjoyed the first rays of sunlight wrapped in sheets of devotion. behind you, kissing every part of you, Hoseok made a point of lingering in this little ritual of yours. one of his hands always held your waist, caressing skin up skin down, while his tender lips sanctified your skin. little by little, as the seconds called out to you, you let your head gently tilt back, eyes closed, smile on your face. Hoseok always knew how to relax every nerve in your body. your shoulder, tired of carrying all the weight of the world – one, two, three kisses; your neck, tired of accumulating all the stress of living – ooooone, twoooooo, threeeeeee kisses; your jaw, tired of eating your emotions – one,two,three kisses; your lips, tired of forcing so many smiles – one, one, one, one, one, two., three…

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who likes to shop with you. of course, Hoseok always thought of gifts to offer you as a surprise, just to thank you for the simple fact that you were in his life. but what really cheered Hoseok up, what really put a wide smile on his lips and an intense sparkle in his eyes, was when he saw you walking distractedly through the stores, looking intently at everything but him. he couldn’t explain it, and he would never admit it to you, but seeing you in those big stores, walking through aisles of color and texture always thinking about what you might want, what would catch your attention, made Hoseok dream. during this time, when you didn’t mind going for the most expensive shoes, or paid attention to anyone who might be on your side, you seemed to be a part of Hoseok’s life. yes, you have a special relationship and you are present in each other’s lives almost constantly; but there, in control of yourself, just asking Hoseok for the card to pay made him believe that he was worthy of having a life with someone, with you. “tomorrow and friday are my days off. do you want to go buy some clothes so we can go to dinner on friday? you can choose the restaurant this time. see you tomorrow.”

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who wants to know everything you wanted when you were little so he could gift it to you. a tree house with a sink that actually works for you to wash the fruit you stole straight from the tree. a trip to that theme park just to ride the attraction you never had the chance to experience. the complete barbie movie collection with a doll-sized wardrobe from each film for you to play with in your big gi ant e n o r m o u s dollhouse. eat only ice cream for breakfast, tacos for lunch and pizza for dinner all weekend long. even a trip to a country that wasn’t within driving distance. “how many times do I have to tell you? everything, everything, e ve ry thing! don’t hide anything from me. even if it’s impossible.” when Hoseok asked you for everything, he really meant everything. all your dreams would now be lived and your inner child would heal, hug you, and tell you they are so happy you made it this far – you deserved everything.

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK who always asks if you’re okay. after a smile, before a tear, during a silence, Hoseok was always thinking about your well-being. already spending so much time with you, he wanted to believe that he already knew you well enough to pick up on all your little mannerisms that you did when you were less excited. but there were still moments when he pondered. was that smile real? your laugh sounded fake, but your joke slid so smoothly from your mouth. no, that look in your eyes, you weren’t okay. right? better to ask and be greeted with a smile than to ignore that side of you and force you to live when you just want to rest. Hoseok’s priority was you. Hoseok’s priority was your well-being. he just wanted to confirm that he was doing a good job. “you arrived earlier than we agreed. did i get the time wrong? what? your face. your eyes – you can’t look at me. what is it? are you okay?”

SUGAR-DADDY!HOSEOK that makes you the only person in his life. what else could Hoseok do? what else could Hoseok say? go, tell him. give him exact instructions on how he should treat and love you. tell him word by word, l e t t e r by l e t t e r, everything he has to give you. please just say it, tell him. there was no one else Hoseok wanted to please. there was no one else Hoseok wanted to keep in his life. just you. so, give him the exact ingredients so he can create the perfect recipe for loving you. “it’s no big deal. nothing is ever too much when it’s for you. for you, i’m sure i was capable of draining all the water from the oceans for you to build a sand empire just because you want to. i know i would go to the ends of the world if it made you happy, and i would add more to the world if that was what you wanted. please let me love you.”

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devnmon · 1 year ago

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐜𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 & 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫! [𝐬𝐟𝐰/𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐚𝐡]

𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭 & 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲! 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱𝐱

Of all the things Arthur Morgan has done, he can't do the simple task of admitting his feelings to you. It wracks his brain everyday until he ends up bottling his feelings up too tight that they spring loose when he's too drunk at camp. It's a whole nother experience recalling it to him the next morning with a splitting headache. But it's alright, you like him back too.

He's shy around you most of the time, keeping conversations to just a "How ya gettin' on?" or a greeting around camp. Arthur is a big fan of brooding by himself while he thinks about you.

It took him a little bit to realize he was sweet on you, but expresses it by drawing you in his journal and writing about things that remind him of you. He almost starts collecting things that remind him of you– but when he saw a particular expensive necklace, he decided against it. For now.

He leaves you gifts at your spot in camp to let you know he was thinking about you while away. They’re mostly everyday necessities (things you need but aren't buying for yourself), because Arthur pays attention, even when you don’t think he is.

And he also takes notes in his journal about things you like/dislike;; your favorite color, drink of choice, your favorite spot to read/watch the sunrise. They’re all little things about you, but they mean much more to him than just that.

Arthur is a bit hesitant to initiate any sensual touches at the beginning of your relationship, but grows into them because of you. You showed him how wonderful a person’s loving touch could be and reminded him how much he deserved everything you gave him.

One thing about Arthur: he loves intimacy and absolutely relishesss in it for as long as he can, whenever he can. Especially if he's feeling extra lazy that day.

When you grab his hand for the first time, it's sitting on the wagon under the warm sunlight. Then he all but falls apart when your thumb strokes the back of his hand, your fingers intertwined in his and BLUSHES.

Will take you on trips outside of camp; perhaps to the mountains behind Strawberry or somewhere around the plains. It's when he's able to show you how much he appreciates you without the prying eyes of others around camp.

The two of you spend some nights cuddling by the campfire, which usually ends with you falling asleep with your head in Arthur's lap. He will gladly carry you back to your bedroll and lay down next to you until he falls asleep as well. You're his favorite thing to see before he falls asleep.

One time the both of you fell asleep by the campfire and woke up with a million mosquito bites... so yeah you both vowed to never let that happen again.

Arthur will always share part of his meal or snack with you– no matter what it is. Sometimes it's pieces of candy or chocolate, or some meat he's made into jerky. He always gives some to you whether you ask for it or not. When you're cranky around your period time, he made sure to keep extra around.

He's a very good listener, and will sit quietly taking in every detail you tell him of your day. Either the two of you are sharing a bedroll or working on something in the camp; he sits politely while you talk his ear off.

Loves loves lovess to be hugged from behind. His strong figure is BEGGING to be held, so you squeeze extra tight around his waist and he melts. Also loves hugging you from the back, and he's able to meld so perfectly into your figure. Which also works in the bedroom.

Arthur has a thing for seeing you all gussied up in your finer clothes, especially if it's just for a day out or dinner someplace fancy. He also loves taking each layer of clothing off of you but i'll elaborate on that more later...

He lets you wear his hat around camp, but the minute he plans to head out, it's another hour in itself trying to get it back from you.

[two hcs for modern!arthur muah]

Would probably be into rock [think Dean Winchester] music in modern day- and I might be reaching, but he would love vintage cars. He goes to car shows and gun shows regularly and proudly.

Also appreciates a fine leather jacket. Might even have a hobby of making stuff out of leather; mostly trinkets and knife sheaths that he gifts u <3

NSFW

Blushes even in the bedroom, especially if you compliment him or praise how good he's making you feel. Also a BIG praiser; "There's my girl" or "Takin' it real good f'me, sweetheart.."

Like I said, he's a giver, so he will give give give in terms of pleasure and whatever else you want from him. He's just so lucky you call him yours that he'd do just about anything you'd ask.

Soft, slow and intimate sex is his favorite, especially in missionary where he can watch your face contort with the pleasure he gives you.

Arthur is a chronic "yeah"-er... especially in the bedroom, and it eggs him on every time. Especially when he's between your legs asking you how good he's making you feel.

When you rode Arthur once, he put his hat on your head, and called you "my cowgirl" while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. He ingrained that image into his memory.

He humors you once about being submissive, but once he actually gets into the headspace of you being in charge, it's over for him.

Has a thing for his fingers in your mouth. Sometimes you'll just lay next to him and suck on them... to which he grows hard from every time.

Arthur insists he doesn't want you to go down on him; he lets you do it once, and your mouth easily becomes the best thing to him.

Watching you walk around in his clothes almost makes him choke on his whiskey and immediately excuses himself from the group to pull you aside and ask you "What the hell are you doin' in my shirt? Makin' me want to do somethin' less than honorable to you.."

Arthur's told you that he wants to get drunk with you in the daytime and find a spot to fuck you in– somewhere hidden within the city or one of the other towns. Where there's less people, there's more chance of getting caught; but Arthur couldn't care less if it was in the name of your pleasure. [lh!Arthur if u think about it]

Wants you physically close during sex and afterwards; he shows his appreciation by sharing body heat. [yes this is me saying his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.]

Just. This. "You should go." you breathed. "You should definitely go." / "Go here?" His mouth was on your shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up your neck.

If you piss him off on a night where he's not entertaining your bratty act, he will absolutely put you in your place. He will take you to a private area and deal with you there. Ending up over his lap, his fingers inside you move ever so slowly. It's torture for you, but Arthur gets off on it.

On a rare occasion you mouthed off to him, he'd push you down onto your knees... "Lemme put that smart mouth to use." Before he's unbuckling his belt and you see just how bothered he was by your bratty behavior.

The first time you put on one of his shirts after sex, you realize how buff Arthur actually is. It falls well below your waist, but Arthur's so aware how perfect it looks on you that he pulls you back down to bed.

Ass or tits? ... Arthur Morgan is a thigh man. He loves all of you, but he particularly has a thing for your thighs. Especially if they're bigger, he goes weak in the knees for them. Lovesss putting his head in your lap and use them as a pillow too. He's obsessed with the way they squeeze around his head as he eats you out.

Has marked up your neck on more occasions than normal.. even if he isn't trying to. Arthur gives 110% every time you're sharing the pleasure of each other.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #devnmon writes #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #dividers by cafekitsune #dividers by chachachannah #ryes ff

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itzzh · 4 months ago

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You and I || Cho Sangwoo x fem!Reader (Fluff) [enemies to lovers] PART 1

author’s note: this was inspired by a story I made with this character on c.ai…enjoy!

You recently got a job at a fish market to get some extra money since you don’t get paid enough from your first job. You worked for a lady called mrs Hye-jin who was really nice to you and absolutely adored you. Even if the job was not a nice one , mrs Hye-jin made it more enjoyable with her jokes and cheerful personality.

Her son , on the other side , is the absolute opposite. He is cold and often rude , especially with you. He finds your kind and cheerful personality annoying and always makes sure for you to know it how much he despises you.

You despise him too. You hate his cold gaze and how he never smiles. It pisses you off whenever he insults you but you’ve both gotten used to the bickering , it has become a routine.

Today you’re arguing because you tripped and accidentally spilled coffee all over his shirt. Even though his mom said that it’s okay because she has an extra shirt for Sang-woo at the back of the store , Sang-woo got irritated by your clumsiness.

—are you serious? This shirt was expensive and you ruined it because you don’t look where you’re going!

—I’ve already apologised a hundred times , why don’t you just forgive me and move on?! Besides , you make enough money to buy a new one and your mom will give you a new one , it’s not like you’ll go outside with the coffee stain on your shirt!

—but it’s still ruined , thanks to you! And I’m NOT spending my money on a new shirt , I’ve got other things to pay for. You should buy me a new one or at least give me the money to buy a new one!

—what?! Where’d I find the money to buy you a new one?! What am I an ATM?!

—I don’t see how that’s MY problem…

He says and walks away. You’re trying your best not to start screaming or start throwing things at him. His mom on the other side is loving the banter between you two. She always tells you that there’s definitely something behind it and that arguing is a way of bonding with someone and that it will turn into love and affection. You and Sang-woo get pissed off when she says that it will turn into love and affection. Whenever she says that , Sang-woo gets pissed off and tells her to stop and you’re gently trying to explain to her that you and her son will never be together. The only thing you feel about each other is hate. Nothing else.

Later that day , you’re in the storage room organising some stuff and you accidentally overhear a conversation between Sang-woo and mrs Hye-jin…

—come on , Sang-woo , just give the girl a chance! She’s kind , smart and positive , what else would you want?

—mom , you don’t understand. I don’t want to give this girl a chance! I find this “kindness” thing fake and her cheerful personality? Ugh it’s so annoying , she’s acting like everything’s sparkles and rainbows. Not to mention her clumsiness…she doesn’t even watch where she goes , how could I go on a date with her? She’ll embarrass me.

—what are you talking about , son?! Is that how I raised you?! Y/n is genetically a kind girl and maybe her cheerful personality would help you enjoy life more. As for her clumsiness, it was just one time , don’t make a big deal out of nothing. Give her a chance!

—no!

—please , son , all I’m asking for is to take her out one time! You never know what your relationship turn into!

—mom , I don’t wanna take her on a date and I believe neither does she want to go out with me , so it’s a no. Conversation over.

Sang-woo walks out of the store and his mom follows him outside , still trying to convince him to take you out. You chuckle behind the door. It reminds you of a mom trying to convince a kindergarten kid to eat its vegetables. But deep down you feel a pang of disappointment…why would he not wanna go on a date with you? You’re pretty , smart and kind. Besides , you’ve tried being nice to him a couple of times but he keeps being a jerk. “His loss” you think to yourself.

You come out of the storage room and you go behind the register , just in case a customer comes. Then , Sang-woo comes in sighing and his mom is behind him.

—come on! Tell her!

She whispers and pushes him near you. You’re trying to hold your laugh at the whole situation.

—hey Sang-woo , what happened?

You say in a slightly teasing tone. You know damn well that it gets under his skin when you tease him. He sighs again and looks down before speaking.

—let’s go out tomorrow night.

He mutters , audibly enough for you to hear.

—wait what did you say? Say that a little louder.

You purposely say to piss him off.

—you heard what I said. At 7pm , in front of the store.

He says and leaves the store without even saying a goodbye.

—ts…so rude.

His mom looks at him disappearing in the dark and then you. She takes your hands into hers and looks at you with a warm smile.

—please excuse my son. He can be pretty cold or rude sometimes but he has a soft side…he’s just afraid to show it to people…just…give him a chance and go to the date with him. Maybe you guys will get along if you spend some time alone.

You sigh in defeat , knowing that you can’t decline mrs Hye-jin’s request. You love her too much to decline.

—don’t worry about it , mrs Hye-jin…I understand and I’ll go out on a date with him.

Sang-woo’s mom gives you a satisfied smile and walks away to finish some work. You definitely didn’t want to go on that date but you had to…

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I wasn’t planning on splitting this into two parts but I have soooo many ideas for this one…I hope you enjoyed part one and part two is coming soon!💓

taglist: @vkeyy @chosangwooswife @sensationallysangwoo

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bouquetface · 1 year ago

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JULY 2024 PREDICTIONS

Keep in mind, entire chart influences accuracy. This is a general read not personal. Take it as entertainment.

Read for rising/ascendant sign.

ARIES RISING:

Your chart ruler, mars will conjunct uranus. For you, this can bring sudden financial changes. Mars brings a “cutting” energy. So you may be cutting ties with a source of income. You may be selling something/cutting ties with a possession. You may have a surprise expense coming up. Be careful with overspending this month especially around the 14-16th.

Venus is in opposition with Pluto. It’s possible the surprise financial change may involve kids or other 5th H topics. The opposition can create tension between 11th & 5th H topics. Pluto is slowly working on transforming your 11th H (social circles, long term goals). But Venus wants the energy to have fun & indulge in your 5th H. For some this can manifest as romantic feelings for a friend. When Mercury enters your 5th, you or someone else may want to communicate these feelings. However, a friends to lovers story isn’t for everyone if the natal does not indicate it.

Mars will later move into Gemini. Watch out for speeding & parking tickets, mars in 3rd can be a time you get caught. And watch for arguments especially involving siblings. On the bright side, this can be a good time to prepare a trip. You might want to plan a fun road trip or day trip with your friends &/or siblings.

You may have family visiting this month. You could receive a message from or about a family member. Might be a female family member. You might have a trip planned that involves a place near water. You could have plans to beautify the home in some kind of way early July. This could be a generally peaceful time at home.

TAURUS RISING:

Your chart ruler, Venus will begin in cancer and move to Leo. When Venus enters Leo, there will be opposition to Pluto. This creates tension in your 10th & 4th. There could be a tug & pull kind of energy between outside life (career, reputation) and inside life (home, family, personal matters).

Venus will trine Saturn. This can manifest as getting support from your social circle. Maybe some fun activities as well. May be near the water like a pool party.

When Mercury & Venus & Sun all enter leo, you may be more focused on home life. You could be buying things for the home. Beautifying the home in some way. Spending more time at home. However, you may have outside obligations that prevent you from fully relaxing and enjoying this energy. You could have visitors coming to your home as well. There could be some planning and cleaning up that needs to be done.

The other big thing for you this month is mars will conjunct uranus in your first house. This can make you prone to accidents especially involving heat or electricity. Be cautious. Watch for impulsive urges to make changes to your appearance.

Mars traditionally rules your 12th & 7th. If you have some repressed anger/frustration, it could be coming out suddenly. This could shock you or others. Watch out for this. Make sure you communicate effectively. If you know a scorpio rising, be aware this month especially around 14-16th, they may be the one who is blowing up.

GEMINI RISING:

At the end of the month, mercury will be in your 4th getting ready to retrograde. There may be changes or plans in family and home life. Maybe you consider moving or selling a property. Maybe you want to do a home renovation project. Or some simply reorganization. By early August, you may have to question or delay these plans. However, it won't be that bad as Mercury is comfortable in your 4th house.

Venus, Mercury and Sun all enter Leo. This puts focus on 3rd house topics - transportation, communication, community, siblings, etc. These planets will opposite Pluto for a short time. There may be some tension between 9th house and 3rd. Some heated conversations or feelings towards authority figures. Car troubles could appear. Some may be purchasing a car, you would like already know this is happening though.

Mars will conjunct Uranus in taurus. This is your 12th of whats hidden. There may be some unpredictable and hostile energy in the background this month. It is likely hidden though. Maybe you struggle to sleep. Mars tradtionally rules your 11th and 6th. Friends may be fighting, you could have some kind of flu that you are unaware. It likely does not affect you directly. You could be on the sidelines watching the drama go down.

CANCER RISING:

The month will begin with a new moon in your first house. You may notice things being cleared out before this. A fresh start is coming up. You could make changes to your appearance. Now is a good time to begin planning for the future. What do you want to manifest? Now is a good time to start working toward any goals.

Mercury & Venus & Sun will go into Leo. This is your 2nd house. You could be more focused on finances this month. This could be due to goals you have that involve transportation & home. It is a fixed sign opposing pluto in another fix sign (aqua). This indicates pressure. It may be due to pressure from family to get a job or better your finances.

Mars will conjunct uranus in your 11th. This is an explosive energy. It likely doesn’t involve most of you directly. It may be your social circle. You could simply be a bystander to some fights or drama. I’d suggest staying out of it because uranus & mars makes for an unpredictable and potentially agressive situation. If you know any scorpio risings or aries, they may the ones doing the exploding ( as they are naturally ruled by mars).

LEO RISINGS:

Okay so I immediately wanted to get to one specific transit for you guys. Mars conjunct Uranus in your 10th. If your MC is near 26 degrees Taurus, it’s even more likely to affect you. This energy is bringing sudden changes to your career and reputation. Personal life may somehow work itself into public life. Stuff from the past may come back up this month. There could be gossip about you. This month you aren’t likely to be perceived in the best possible light. Despite Venus entering your first house later. Venus in leo may soften the blow though.

If the gossip gets its way back to you, take a breath and know it’s just not that serious at the end of the day. If you are a public figure or someone who posts a lot, you may get some nasty comments this month. Negativity online is likely. Some of you may get screenshots of texts sent to you. Also be cautious of what you send to other people. It could be your photos or texts being sent around.

Mercury & Sun & Venus all enter Leo this month. That’s a lot of attention on you. Unfortunately, these will all opposite pluto for a little bit. This can create tension between you & your relationships (friends, business, romantic partner). And even family because pluto is associated with your 4th house. What others want for you may not align with what you want for yourself. Don’t let people intimidate you into doing what they want. Do what’s best for yourself.

A lot of stuff that happens this month may reappear in December. You could see some red flags and/or intuitively feel things are off. For most by the end of this year, you could feel so much has changed. Especially in regard to your life direction, appearance, your relationships & career. This isn’t necessarily bad.

VIRGO RISINGS:

Your chart ruler, mercury will start in cancer, go into leo than into virgo. So 11th, 12th and 1st topics may be big for you this month. You may have a period of physical or mental isolation. It would be for the best though as Venus will later enter your 12th. Venus will attempt to bring some peace into your sub conscious. Yet, you may still have some restless nights since mercury & sun are there too.

Mars will conjunct Uranus in taurus. This could be a surprise trip you have to plan. Mars does indicate a “cutting” energy though. So it may be plans being suddenly cancelled. You could make final choices on higher education as well.

Mars traditionally rules your 3rd & 8th. This can indicate sudden events in regard to vehicles or investments, inheritance & death. You could get into heated debate about your beliefs. You could fight with siblings, childhood friends, neighbours. To be honest, 14-16th is heated energy for everyone. Be cautious of driving and communicating. In general, people are more likely to be negative. If you know any scorpio rising or aries rising, they may be hotheads during this time. They are traditionally ruled by mars so this conjunction will affect them the most.

If you plan any long road trips, make sure you take a vehicle that you know won’t break down. Otherwise, those 12th H transits may manifest as being stranded while you wait for help. And be sure to not be speeding, you are likely to get caught.

LIBRA RISING:

Venus & Mercury & Sun will all enter Leo. Making it an 11th house focused month. You could be socializing. Having trips planned with friends. Having events to go to like weddings, birthdays, parties, etc. These planets will all opposite Pluto for a bit. This can create tension between 11th & 5th house topics. While Venus desires to socialize and have fun in the 11th, pluto is working transforming your 5th. There could be issues with children. There could be issues with friends and crushes or romantic partners. You could be involved. Or you could simply hear about the drama as you socialize with people.

Mars will conjunct Uranus in your 8th. Be careful as this can bring accidents especially involving heat and electricity. You could suddenly find yourself receiving money or being in debt. It’s hard to say because uranus is unpredictable. Mars traditionally rules your 2nd and 7th. This surprise event could involve friends, business or romantic partners. Mars can indicate “cutting ties”. A relationship could surprisingly end. A job could end. There could be problems with money. So watch out for overspending, you could have a surprise expense coming up. Uranus rules your 5th as well. So for some this could be finding out about a surprise pregnancy.

SCORPIO RISING:

Your traditional ruler, mars will conjunct uranus in your 7th. This can indicate you fighting with someone. Around 14-16th, you may feel really angry especially if you’ve been repressing anger. You might blow up so be cautious of communicating effectively. You could be the villain in some people’s story this month. Mars can indicate cutting ties. You may suddenly decide to break up with a lover, friend or even in business. Be careful to not be impulsive. Is this a choice you can make without regretting later.

Your modern ruler, Pluto will opposite Venus in Leo. This brings opposition between home and career. You may feel pressured to get a job. Relationship status may be changing.

Venus & Mercury & Sun all enter Leo this month. Bringing focus into career & reputation. There could be some news regarding career. It may create change in your family and home life. Maybe people are leaving the job = leaving you with more responsibility at work. You could be moving for career. You could be unable to make it to family events due to career.

SAG RISING:

Your ruler Jupiter is in Gemini until 2025. Here jupiter continues to gradually expand your relationships. This month there aren’t any jupiter aspects though.

This month is more focused on 9th topics. Venus & Mercury & Sun all will enter your 9th. This can have your focus on higher education and travel. These will all opposite pluto for a short time. This can bring heated debates with family, friends & partners. This can lead to a struggle when communicating. There could be issues regarding documents. Plan carefully.

Mars will conjunct uranus in taurus. Be careful of accidents especially involving heat and electricity. An accident or sudden illness could affect your ability to be your best at work. Mars traditionally rules your 12th and 5th. This matter could involve recreational activities affecting your health. For example a hang over. 5th is kids as well, some could hear of a surprise pregnancy. Mars is “cutting ties” energy. You could be ending something. It’s hard to say exactly because uranus is unpredictable. It could be a car issue or electricity going out.

CAPRICORN RISING:

Mars will conjunct uranus in your 5th. This can create unpredictable and hostile energy. Mars can indicate “terminating”. You may end a relationship. End involvement in a hobby you had. End your involvement in some kind of drama you feel is childish.

Venus, Mercury & Sun will all enter Leo. This creates a lot of focus on 8th H topics. Death, investments, inheritance, debt, etc. These planets will all opposite pluto for a bit. Pluto is trying to transform your finances and possessions. These planets in 8th could offer support in some way. Maybe a parent will pay for your tuition, vacation or something else.

Watch out for overspending and landing yourself in debt though. And be careful who you share passwords and personal information with this month. Someone could later use this to take your power or status away.

AQUA RISINGS:

Pluto in your first house will opposite Venus, Mercury and Sun when they enter Leo. This creates tension between you and your relationships. Pluto is attempting to slowly transform who you are. This might upset your relationships (friends business or romantic partner). There could be change in your status. Maybe you get into a relationship, end a relationship, marry, get engaged. Change in career could be likely. Or simply a personality / mindset change.

There could be pressure from the outside to make changes. You could refuse change. Leading to issues with others. Business clients friends or partners could be getting on your nerves this month. Or you could feel stressed due to you wanting to do right by them.

Mars conjunct Uranus in your 4th suggests a surprise event in home. Mars can be hostile and uranus can be unpredictable. You may have to suddenly move. You could get to fights in the home. Mars traditionally rules your 3rd and 10th. This surprise event could involve vehicle, career or siblings. Maybe you and your sibling fight over who gets the car.

PISCES RISING:

Mars will conjunct uranus in your 3rd. This can create fights with siblings or neighbours. Especially if you know scorpio or aries rising. They’re traditionally ruled by mars so they’ll be the most affected by the hostile & unpredictable transit. You could have a car break down. Don’t speed because you are likely to get caught. You may have an unexpected car expense.

Venus Mercury and Sun all enter Leo. This puts a lot of focus in your 6th. It all will opposite Pluto for a short time. There could be tension between 11th and 6th house. Maybe you have work or health issues & obligations. Maybe you get a pet this creates more responsibility for you.

Your social circle may want to have fun and socialize. You may have obligations that conflict with this.

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kurikive · 5 months ago

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💽 vinyl pressed | part one | word count: 4.2k

you like gloomy days. there’s not a lot of people out, the sun does not blind you nor burn your skin and the weather isn’t usually that bad before the remains of the sun start setting.

the best part is getting home right before it starts raining, and just in time to cozy up with a cup of tea, a book, and music playing in the background (but you’re not that sophisticated, so you usually just end up falling asleep on the couch).

your body automatically relaxes at the memories of being a young girl, laughing and dancing with your mom in the kitchen and around the living room, one of her vinyl records playing just beneath the sound of your giggles and laughter. just the thought of it sends you into slumber, and your subconscious makes a wish to dream about it.

after you had moved into your new apartment, you tried your best to simulate the liveliness and essence of the home you grew up in. you turned the whole place upside down, from a dull box of concrete walls, to a cozy abode full of life.

the only thing missing, however, was the music. the melodies you hummed along to, the rhythms you made up dances for.

you could easily just listen to music through your phone and headphones like any other person, but the feeling of being surrounded by sound as a small child is an experience like no other. an experience that you know you can never replicate, but are willing to go through countless methods to get the closest feeling.

you had recently bought a record player specifically for this situation, but you only now realize you had forgotten to bring the most important thing from your mom’s house. the damn records.

although you had moved to a different city, your hometown wasn't too far away. it was around an hour and a half by car, and if it wasn't too late you could always make a quick trip back and forth to just borrow a few records, surprise your mom too.

and just when you start getting excited it hits you. you don't even own a car. and you also can’t afford one.

defeated, you slump down on your newly bought couch. a sad groan leaves your lips as you take out your phone to check out the nearest record store in your area.

the last thing you wanted to do was buy the records, especially since your mom had what could be considered a library of them. not to mention, they got more expensive with each passing day.

but you had no choice. the time was too perfect. if you wasted any more time, the moment would pass on by, and who knows if you'll even live to see the rain again (you probably will, and probably tomorrow according to the weather forecast).

so you grab your wallet and a bag and head outside. it was a twenty minute walk from your apartment, thankfully.

you could see yourself heading there whenever you found yourself in the mood for something more recent, or in need of something you couldn't find back home.

ah, the privileges of the big city.

as you embark on your journey, you recall the events of the past few days. your trip to ikea and getting lost with 5 candles in your hands. seeing your university in person for the first time and getting lost in the massive campus grounds. making new friends, who you bonded with over being lost, and getting even more lost with them.

hopefully you don't get lost on your way to the store.

and thanks to the grace of god, you were standing right before it. “ditto records”. your reflex is a giggle when you read the name and think of the pokémon.

you look through the windows of the place and you can't see a soul inside. it's either going to be a nice experience or your hands are going to start sweating by minute two. it all depends on how the worker interacts with you.

considering you've been on a rampage of nice interactions with people in public (you asked for help with directions at ikea), a little bit of small talk with a middle aged man won't be so bad.

the soundtrack of your entrance is the jingle of a bell played by the door opening. the sound catches the attention of a girl at the register, who had her head pillowed by her own arms in the register counter.

she looks up to see you walking into the store and greets you with a small, tired smile. “welcome to ditto records. is there anything in particular you're looking for?”

her voice is soft and sweet, and it sounds like she's said that greeting five thousand times in the (assumed) short span of her life.

she's also extremely pretty, you notice. her face is small and round, her eyes are shiny yet tired, her lips are plump and the perfect shade of pink, and there's a red mark on her forehead possibly caused by having her face pushed up against her arm for a long period of time.

you smile, half of it out of manners and the other half because of the big red circle plastered on the girl's forehead, “hi! just gonna take a look around, thanks.”

the girl nods, “alright. let me know if you need anything.” with that, her smile fades and she goes back to her original position, only this time it's her chin that rests on her arms.

when your eyes track back to the absolute feast of records in front of you, you realize it's time to get to work.

you're not gonna leave this place empty handed, but also not planning to pack your bag full and spend what's left of your money (although it's really tempting).

you've made up your mind on the things to find. something jazzy and nostalgic, something recent that you can brag about owning, and something older that your mom doesn't own.

you look through the shelves of your favorite genres, smiling when an album you recognize falls on your hands, memories of listening to it in your childhood home replaying in your mind.

while searching through piles and piles of vinyl and cardboard, a question falls on your mind that you had never really bothered to look up.

you look back to face the employee, she's in the same position you last saw her in with her eyes now closed. hopefully she's not asleep, you think a few seconds before calling out.

“hey,” her sparkly eyes open, looking for you as she sits up straight, you pause for a millisecond longer than expected, “how do they even get the music in these?” you ask, record in hand.

it's a dumb question, yes. but how were you expected to know the answer to it? when you were born it was already the CD era, and you're also not a musician by any means.

your mom would probably know the answer, and you could probably just ask her. instead you've made a fool of yourself in front of the pretty record store worker girl.

at least your hands started sweating by minute seven.

she raises an eyebrow, slightly, but you notice. she's clearly dumbfounded by your question, probably thinking ‘let me know if you need anything’ was only a figure of speech. before you can assume and overthink more about this poor girl's life, she speaks.

“you can't be serious…” she scoffs as quietly as she can, but you hear it anyway. you're strangely not offended. “i- do you know how they put the music in CDs?” she answers with another question.

truth is, she doesn't know either, but she knows what burning a CD is, and vinyl LPs are the same shape but bigger, so she assumes it's a similar process. can't say the same for yourself.

“now that you mention it, no, i don't. wow.” this is a big moment for you. an existential realization about the things that bring you most joy, and you don't even know how they're made. something to reflect on later, or now, i guess. “do you know how that works?” you ask her again, as if she gets paid for it.

more than dumbfounded, the girl now just looks concerned, “i… don't know ma'am. it's not like i make the records. i just work here.” and with the tone in which she speaks it sounds like she's tired of it. or maybe she's just tired this particular day. maybe it's the weather.

you could stop terrorizing the girl with your questions, but one particular word has you rewinding the last 5 seconds.

the girl looks about your age, maybe younger, maybe older, you can't really tell from far away. but there's an obvious non-age-gap in between you two.

what the fuck is ma’am about.

more than offended, you're horrified. “ma’am?” you exclaim, heartbroken, “i am not that old…” you speak with exaggerated pain in your voice.

the girl is visibly not amused, if anything she just looks scared, but on the inside she's so happy she has something interesting to tell her roommate when she gets back home.

“i'm sorry! i just- i don't know what else to call you.” she says with a little bit of guilt and a big bit of confusion. it's not everyday you get customers this dramatic and, well, interesting.

“y/n’s fine!” you smile. it's so over for everyone. you successfully introduced yourself to a complete and also very cute stranger. the demon of social anxiety has been defeated. you're on top of the fucking world.

“okay, y/n. do you have another question i probably can't answer?” the girl behind the counter hates to admit it, but you have a contagious smile, and she's mildly interested in this conversation and where it's going.

she's probably never going to see you again, and you're introducing yourself like you're her new coworker. she wonders if you're going to tell her your social security number next.

“nope.” you calmly answer as you turn around. conversation over. you came here to do one thing, buy records, and small talk was turning into grande talk, which could only turn into venti talk.

you hear the girl behind you go “oh, okay.” and you fight your instinct to turn back and find out whether she went back to her previous position, chin resting on her arms, or changed it once again.

but you give in anyway, and you see her, this time the side of her face rests against her arms. her cheek molded to the shape of her arm as she looked out the window. the soft music in the background and the soft lighting of the gloomy weather remind you of the softness of her voice.

you look out at where she's looking, and realize the weather has only gotten worse, and you need to hurry the fuck up if you don't want to return to your apartment completely soaked.

you run your hands through the hip-hop shelves and find your last target. holding three records in your hands, you make your way back to the register. the girl sits back up for the third time since you entered the store when she hears your footsteps coming closer.

you hand her the albums one by one. etta james’ ‘at last’, dijon’s ‘absolutely’, and slum village’s ‘vintage’.

you were subconsciously looking for clairo’s most recent album. you'd thought it'd give you bragging rights, and the songs were perfect for the weather in your mind, but you couldn't find it anywhere, so you assume it's out of stock. wouldn't hurt to ask the one person who works here, though.

“clairo is like, gone, right?”

the girl looks at you and turns her head in confusion. you avert her gaze and look anywhere else, eyes landing on her nametag. oh, cool! great timing!

hanni.

cool.

“oh, the new album? yeah, it's all gone. every single record got bought.” hanni says as she recalls the first day it was in stock. lots of gay girls and twinks came in that day.

this is horrible news for you, though. you're only a few days late to the party, and every copy is gone? since when was clairo so mainstream? is this clairo shade?

you pout your lips in disappointment and frown, “are you gonna have it restocked?” you ask as your last resort of hope.

“uh, yeah! i think so.” she says, and it reassures you a bit, but her “thinking so” isn't gonna cut it. you need to be sure.

“you think so?” your eyes twinkle like a puppy that's been left without food.

hanni doesn't really get what you want from her. it's really not the end of the world, the new copies are gonna come in a few days and the earth will keep turning. so why are you looking at her like you've been punched three thousand times in the face? “...yeah.” she can only wonder.

this isn't it, you think. this can't be it. you need that record, and you need it bad. you're not taking any chances. so you swallow your pride and ignore the way hanni is looking at you and speak up.

“do you- um. can you like… like tell me… when it gets here?” social anxiety has gotten back on the ring, and it's swinging. “please?”

hanni is seriously contemplating if you're a new local stand-up comedian who's practicing her characters on her without her consent, because the y/n that was asking dumbass questions cannot be the same y/n stuttering her way through a sentence.

and then it clicks.

“are you asking for my number?” hanni is so sure she's caught you red handed. and she's so proud of herself, until she sees you frown.

“well, no.” what. if you ask her, hanni really isn't disappointed, she's just, well, disappointed. and also confused when she sees you start scribbling on a piece of paper you found god-knows-where.

“i was gonna give you mine. but that's honestly a really smart way to do that. i didn't even think of that.” hanni’s even more confused when you sound honest. she was expecting to be flirted with, and not even that she can expect from you.

but that doesn't mean it's not fun to tease.

she snickers as you write, “you're still giving me your number, though.” you look up at her with a raised eyebrow when you slide the paper across her side of the register. “are you sure you're not flirting with me?”

enough!

“please, i just really want that clairo album! please!” you say almost begging, slamming your hand on the counter and resting your head beside it, knees going weak in desperation.

amused at the reaction, hanni laughs and takes the piece of paper, giving one look before stuffing it in a pocket of her jeans. “i’m joking.” she says in between giggles, “i’ll call you when it gets here.”

you get up from your position almost immediately with the happiest smile you've ever given a stranger. contagious, hanni thinks again. “yay! thank you, hanni!”

“how do you-” confused, she hands you your records.

“nametag.” you simply say as you stuff them into you bag. “gotta get going now, it's raining soon.” your words end with a zip!

hanni can barely get her words out from the smile that's plastered on her face, “yeah- i- okay.”

“see you when those copies get here!” your words end again with a ding! and you wave at the girl before the door closes on you. your next mission? making those twenty minutes back home at least fifteen.

“sure… bye…” hanni mutters to herself. this has been her most interesting shift in the 2 years she's been working at ditto records. danielle is going sit through the whole retelling of it.

it's been about 5 days since your first visit to ditto records. you had already told your new friends all about the situation. in fact, you had told them almost everything about you in just a few days. you had even invited them over a few days back, gaining many compliments at the state of your home.

(“no wonder you chose interior design. i never wanna leave this place!” jinsol had said, boosting your ego.)

you sat at a café near your university with your friends kaede and jiwon. ricky and jinsol had already left due to their schedules but the conversation never got dull.

“no, i swear i’m really good at bowling. it all just depends on the ball itself.” jiwon desperately defends, but neither you nor kaede were convinced, the latter even more so.

“unnie, you're making excuses. the ball is not at fault, it's your skill. you just need to admit it.” the younger squeezes jiwon’s shoulder in reassurance, and it only makes her even more defensive.

“i have thick fingers, kaede!” her voice comes out louder than expected, and only a second goes by before jiwon hides her face in her hands.

you take a good look at her hands since she was already holding them up to her face, “you literally don't but okay.” for some reason it offends the girl even more.

“we're going to have to go bowling together to prove myself to you.” she says, you laugh but welcome the idea.

“sure, miss ‘man-hands’.” kaede laughs loudly at the nickname, and you realize she probably won't let it go for a good two weeks. sorry, jiwon.

you let the girls argue a bit more and take out your phone that you only now realize had vibrated at least two times in the past 3 minutes. when you turn it on you see two text messages from an unknown number.

confused, you open your messages to find out who had contacted you.

you’re getting up from your seat before you can begin to say “guys, i have to go.”, leaving your two friends, who had been just watching you panic, dumbfounded. you quickly take out a bill from your wallet and slam it on the table before running out of the café. “see you guys tomorrow!”

“girl, bye.” kaede mumbles. jiwon just stares and waves, but you're already on the other side of the windows when you see her from your peripheral vision.

you've never ran this fast in your life, not even 5 days ago when you were racing with the rain. you pass through buildings and people like a racecar, careful not to bump into anyone.

you start seeing streets you recognize and know it's a good sign. the smell of bread of a nearby bakery tells you you're only a few blocks away. this has to break some record.

you start running out of stamina about a block away from your destination, and you start regretting giving up on track in high school. nonetheless, you push through and use your last turbo power-up. zooming through people until you can see the “ditto records” light-up sign.

when you get to the door you can barely catch your breath, you can't even touch the door to at least get inside before your hands are on your knees and you head lowers. on the other side of the window, hanni watches as you struggle to catch your breath and she struggles to not chuckle.

you swallow down the last breath you take before opening the door to the store, and hanni greets you from the register with a brighter smile than last time, “welcome to di-”

“where's clairo?” you cut her off. you're gonna get the closest you can get to those vinyls before you pass out. at least your unconscious body will serve to ward off anyone who tries to touch those copies before you.

“over there.” she points to the ‘new releases’ shelf a few steps away, or at least that's what your blurry vision lets you see, and you march your way over. you do your best to catch your breath one last time when you get there, somehow you're still struggling to breathe and hanni notices.

“how long did you run for?” she asks, now slightly concerned.

“i don't know, but i need a medal for it.” you finally find a stable breathing rhythm and stand up straight, “usain bolt, you're so over.”

hanni giggles quietly as you take a copy from the stack, “my sweet baby.” you say to the piece of cardboard, yet refrain from kissing it as you've still not paid for it, so it's technically not yet yours.

you're about to make your way towards the register, but as you take a look around you realize some records have been changed. and well, you're already here, might as well leave with something extra.

you rummage through every shelf you hadn't paid attention to last time you were here, from punk rock to classical. it's quiet apart from the sounds of the background music. neither you nor hanni talk, even though you feel her eyes on your back.

you usually wouldn't care too much, but for some reason her gaze made the back of your neck a little itchy.

as you make your way through every hall and corner, you find yourself a hidden gem in the japanese music section.

“no way you guys have this!” you turn around to face hanni with the most excited smile she's ever seen from you (she's seen you two times) as you hold up 1986 omega tribe’s ‘navigation’ vinyl.

“i guess we do!” hanni shrugs. she doesn't recognize the album, but the fact that you do and it makes you this happy makes it hard for her not to smile.

“i couldn't find this anywhere! not even online!” you do a double take the album to check if it's real and search for a clock near you to check if you're dreaming. “this is insane.”

“glad we could be of service.”

when you make your way to the register, you hold three records in your arms, just like last time. the aforementioned two records and the 1975’s ‘i like it when you sleep, long-ass-rest-of-the-title’ which you recognize can be quite controversial, but you only do so when you're about to hand it to the girl.

“just so you know, i do not like matty healy.” you feel the need to announce. “like, at all.”

hanni gives you a look, raised eyebrow and a smirk, “yet you're putting money in his pockets?” she got you there. but you can't be the only one at fault here.

“you’re the one selling the record.” you try and shift the blame onto her, or well, the store.

and hanni’s convinced, “yeah, i guess that checks out.” success. but you don't feel too good at this success. so you think it over quickly before the scanner can get anywhere close to the plastic wrapper around the vinyl, and you suddenly snatch the record from her hands.

no words said, you walk back to the section where you found it and put it back in place, only speaking when you're back in front of the girl. “i reflected on it.” you say, “i am a pirate before i am a consumer.”

you felt like a social rights activist hero, a leader in the moral and ethical high ground, and you're quickly shut down by hanni's confused expression. it says it all, really.

i guess your words weren't clear enough, because hanni’s brain is running a montage of images of you with an eye patch and peg leg with a parrot on your shoulder.

“like. pirating music.” you explain and her expression softens slightly, “i'm gonna pirate his music.”

“i got it.” she holds back a laugh as you scratch your head awkwardly, “so just two then?”

“yeah, that's it.” you made the calculations in your head and take out some bills that'll leave you with a bit of change. you slide them across the counter just as the girl speaks.

“okay, that'll be $56.20” hanni says as she puts the scanner down. you must've heard that wrong.

“what? that's way too cheap!” you argue, yet the girl seems unfazed. she's either playing or she forgot to check out one of the two records, which is weird to say the least.

“you got the funny discount.”

“what the hell are you talking about, hanni.”

“make me laugh and i’ll cut down the price!” the way she says it so casually makes you debate whether she's telling the truth, but you quickly realize that cannot be a real deal. and if it is, what the hell?

“that's not real.”

“well it is now. here's your change!” right. that's what you get for getting ahead of yourself. you take the change she gives you reluctantly and stuff it in your wallet, then similarly stuff the two records in your bag.

“you're messed up hanni. you're real messed up…” you say as you walk away.

“come again soon!” she waves at you with a bright smile, which you immediately return as you open the door to step outside.

part two. [soon]

🗒️ you can barely tell i started writing this in october 🤣sorry abt that

#newjeans x reader #hanni x reader #pham hanni x reader #newjeans fic

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intimidating-fettuccine · 11 months ago

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Can I request tea about things that have happened in the mansion?

Click here for part 5 which has links to the other parts

Toby is emotionally attached to one specific spoon. It's the perfect weight, size, and length in his opinion, and he will always insist on using that spoon, sometimes even going so far as to wash it by hand just to use it if it's dirty. Everyone knows this, however, one day Tim was up pretty late and wanted some ice cream, and he used the spoon to scoop some out, bending the spoon. He didn't realize it was Toby's spoon until it was too late, and he tried to bend it back exactly as it was, however, Toby knew. Toby knew something was wrong with the spoon and actually ended up bending it a specific way himself to make it feel right again. Tim is too scared to tell Toby it was him because he was genuinely distraught when his spoon was different.

Smile, the lovely dog, is on a specific diet. Jeff takes good care of him and tries to keep him on a diet made specifically for hellhounds so that he's getting all the proper nutrients he needs. Smile, however, wants people's food, even though he knows he shouldn't have it. Some of the residents are weak. Natalie began sneaking Smile people food whenever they were alone together, and now that Smile has finally eaten it, he will not stop begging for food, much to Jeff's chagrin. Natalie will not admit to it, but she also struggled to stop feeding him since it made Smile so happy. Now Jeff has to deal with his large, talking hellhound yelling for people's food at dinner, and Natalie has to avoid Smile like the plague lest she deal with the same.

BEN is a big fan of Legos. He has completed a bunch of sets and treasures them all, including his precious Millennium Falcon, one of the largest sets he's completed, that took him so long to complete. He always asks people not to touch them, but as you can guess, that didn't happen. Toby has also developed a fascination with Legos, and one day when BEN was out, he decided to look at all of the ones BEN had built. He had picked up the Falcon and was moving it through the air as though it was flying, before tripping and dropping it, slamming it into the ground and breaking it apart. Of course, he felt so bad he told BEN immediately when he got home, sobbing and apologizing, and despite how upset he was BEN forgave him, but he did make Toby rebuild the whole thing himself so that he could understand why BEN was so protective over them and wanted them to be safe.

Slender rarely loses his cool over things, but there was one time the creeps will probably never forget. Slender is a collector of finer things, and one of those things is a very expensive set of plates passed down to him from his mother, which are very beautiful, and also very fragile. Slender does not like when things like this are messed with, so they try their best to avoid them, but accidents of course always happen. The boys were roughhousing one day, and Jeff accidentally slammed into Liu's side a little too hard, causing both of them to slip and slam into the case the plates are kept in, causing several of them to fall into the case and break. Upon discovering this Slender was incredibly angry, all but screaming at them as he lectured them on safety and respect in the mansion, although he did later apologize for how harsh he was. Jeff and Liu especially haven't roughhoused downstairs since, and neither has anyone else unless they're in a wide space away from anything special. Slender was able to get a couple of the plates pretty perfectly restored, but a few were lost, and he's still very bummed about it.

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Dating Yandere Sans Would Include:

A yandere Sans would be very protective over the person he's in love with, to the point of being possessive and controlling. He'd likely be very attached to you, and would become extremely jealous if you even showed a hint of interest in someone else -

He'd probably try to isolate you from other people to keep you all to himself. He'd also likely be quite obsessive and stalking, always wanting to know what they're doing and who they're with, and trying to manipulate them into spending time with just him.

He'd probably go to extreme lengths to get what he wants, and might even resort to violence if he thought it was necessary to keep you to himself. He'd also possibly be very insecure and paranoid, constantly worrying that you'd leave him, and trying to prevent that from happening by any means necessary.

He'd probably also use guilt trips and emotional manipulation to keep you around, making you feel guilty for wanting to spend time with anyone else or do anything that doesn't involve him.

In general, a yandere Sans would be a very intense and possessive partner who would stop at nothing to keep you to himself. While he might seem sweet and caring at first, he'd likely show a darker side if he thought you were going to leave him or if he thought someone else was interested in you.

In the presence of others, he'd likely put on a facade of nonchalance and coolness, trying to appear like he doesn't really care. But deep down, he'd be anxious and jealous, and always watching you to make sure no one else is getting too close. He'd probably also make subtle comments or jokes that are secretly meant to tell everyone else that you belong to him.

He'd likely be very praise-oriented, constantly giving you compliments and telling you how much he loves you. He'd also likely get jealous if he saw anyone else complimenting you or giving you attention, and might try to find ways to subtly discredit them or put them down in order to make himself look better in comparison.

In terms of punishments, he'd likely start with subtle things like giving you the cold shoulder or ignoring you if you did something he didn't like. If the behavior continued, he might escalate to more extreme measures like threatening to leave or making threats. He might also use emotional manipulation to make you feel bad about yourself and guilty for your actions. In the most severe cases, he might resort to physical violence or even kidnapping to keep you from leaving or to punish you for your perceived transgressions.

He'd likely be very reassuring, constantly telling you that he loves you and that you're the most important person in his life. He'd try to comfort you and make you feel safe by reassuring you that he would never leave you and that he'll always be there for you no matter what. He'd also try to provide emotional support and validation, especially if he thought you were feeling insecure or self-conscious about anything.

He'd likely be very affectionate, constantly wanting to touch, hug, and hold you. He'd probably try to initiate physical intimacy as often as possible, and would get jealous if he saw you being affectionate with anyone else. He might also give gifts and do favors for you to show how much he cares, and would likely crave physical touch and attention from you.

He'd likely plan out very elaborate dates, trying to impress you and show off how much he cares. He'd probably want to take you to fancy restaurants or expensive outings and make a big production of everything. He'd also likely have a lot of expectations for the date, and would get disappointed or even angry if things didn't go the way he envisioned them.

He'd likely be extremely jealous, constantly worrying that you'll leave him for someone else or find someone else more attractive. He'd likely get angry or possessive if he saw you with someone else, and might even follow you to make sure you're not up to anything. He'd also likely monitor your social media and phone for any signs of infidelity or even just talking to other people too much.

He'd likely be very controlling, trying to dictate how you dress, who you spend time with, and even what you do with your free time. He'd probably get angry if he thought you were spending too much time with anyone else and might even try to isolate you from friends and family in order to keep you all to himself. He'd also likely be very possessive of your personal space, not wanting you to have any privacy or alone time.

He'd likely also be extremely insecure, constantly needing reassurance from you that you're still attracted to him and still want to be with him. He'd probably get jealous if you even showed a hint of interest in someone else, and would try to put them down or make himself look better by comparison.

He would probably have a shrine dedicated to you filled with pictures, momentos, and anything else that reminds him of you. He might also keep things you've given him as gifts or keepsakes, and would likely have some kind of altar or shrine-like setup in his home where he would occasionally worship or "pay tribute" to you.

He'd likely be very eager to get married as soon as possible, trying to hurry things along so you'd be permanently his. He'd probably want a big, extravagant wedding and would be very controlling and demanding about everything from the guest list to the bouquet. He'd also likely be very possessive and jealous on the wedding night, not wanting to be separated from you for even a moment.

He'd likely be very keen on starting a family with you as soon as possible. He'd probably want to start trying for kids right away and would be very determined and persistent about it. He'd also likely be very protective and possessive over any children you'd have together, not wanting to let them out of his sight or share them with anyone else.

He might become very desperate, trying to pressure you into changing your mind or even considering things like adoption or surrogacy. He might also get angry and frustrated at the situation, feeling as though you're being unfair or denying him something he considers essential to his happiness and future. He may even try to hide or destroy birth control methods so that you'd conceive sooner.

"You're mine, and I won't let anyone else take you away from me. I don't know what I'd do without you - you're my everything. I'll do anything and everything to keep you safe and protect you, my darling. No one else could ever replace you in my heart, you're irreplaceable. I'll always be here for you, my love, no matter what happens or where we are."

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