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theysaidhush · 6 months ago

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hii, I just saw your ot8 skz x reader reaction. Could you make one of these for enhypen? It might be a bit nsfw?

My boys won't hesitate to come out for you boy.

➝ OT7!Enhypen x 8thMember!Reader ➝ A journalist asks weird questions, your boys gives weird answers - well, not so much, they are still idols, but they really want to. ➝ A bit suggestive, swear words?

➝ 1,4k w

You don't mind people asking about your genre. Well, you usually don't mind it. Whenever and wherever, you really don't mind it. But sometime - like, right now, you just want to rip your hair off your scalp and yell until people's eardrum explode. Yeah, it's either this or that, there's no in-between when it comes to this question.

And unfortunately for you, the second option seems to be the least effective given the situation, yet it is the one who appeals you, very much - way too much.

"How hard are the choreographies for you?"

You think the addition of those pitiful words 'for you' is really unnecessary. Well, the person asking you this is almost fifty for God's sake, they should know how to behave like a proper adult, shouldn't he? But here you are, smiling because 'no, you can't answer misogynistic remarks or it will be detrimental to your reputation'. But what about their reputation, huh? You absolutely hate the fact that Korea is one of those countries where most of the men treats women like they are dirt under their feet. Did they came out of their father's a**?!

"Oh, I can assure you that I have no problems with the choreographies. And even if I do have some troubles some time, I just stay in the practice room in order to get better and show the very best side of myself for our fans."

You practiced your speech, you know it like the back of your hand - well you need to when you are a girl in a boy group, in Korea, what a pain. The interviewer seems upset about the way you react to this awful question - who even employed him? This is a question a baby could ask, did he even work on his interview? And you smile. It's bitter-sweet because you don't want to smile, but you enjoy seeing the tip of his ears turning red.

You just know that Sunoo, who's sitting right in front of you, is smiling like a little psychopath - from your point a view, fans tend to think that he has a pretty smile, you too, but sometimes you just know that he's not smiling for the good reason; like now, he's just making fun of the old man in front of you.

"Yeah sh's very hardworking! She always stay up late in order to practice."

Jake spit out this lie like he was born to do so. But it does not surprises you, Jake is used having his way with everyone, he just have to blink those round pretty puppy eyes and everyone believe whatever nonsense that come out of his mouth. You both know that you're probably this first member that gets home when practice is done - you're a bit lazy, but just a bit.

Jake defending you was just the right thing for the interviewer to babble the rest of his nonsense.

"I heard you all live in the same dorm? Isn't it a bit hard to accommodate to her way of living? Do you guys share a bathroom?"

You laugh out loud because you just can't help it. You're glad that your occidental fans will be on your side because else, you would be in trouble. At this point you don't really know if this journalist want a scoop or you to get angry in front of the cameras, only to post it later and label you as disrespectful.

"Yeah, I'm glad we can talk about it. She uses all the hot water and stay in the bathroom for hours! Women"

Jay is the first to answer the odd question with the exact answer the journalist was aiming at: a cliché. The way the American is looking at you is just enough to tell you that he concluded the same thing. Once again, you notice how the two native-english people were the first to speak. The three of you are not used to this king of treatment, you guess it's the reason why they're the first to speak up.

"Not longer than Sunoo."

The ever so innocent Sunghoon tries to contest the inside joke that you and Jay were having, fearing that it might upset you and be inappropriate given the situation you were in. He tries to defend you, it's cute.

"Hey, that's not true!"

You all look at him because what is 'not true' is what he just said. And he even have the nerve to act surprised and outraged - well, as much as is cute pretty face allows him to be, you only see a little dumpling growing its non-existing eyebrows.

"Well, maybe a bit. How else my skin could be this smooth?"

"I must admit that I'm a bit jealous. Sunoo is prettier than me, and im a girl!"

You insist on the last word. It's like a big fuck you to the bald man in front of you - he's not really bald, but he deserves to be bald. Sunoo turns all the way to send you a heart with his fingers - you really like how his cheeks get fuller as he smiles brightly at you, he looks pure. He looked far from pure when those same cheeks were pressing on your inner thighs- Oh. This is definitely not the time nor the place.

You don't really know what happened but the interview continue without any other dumb questions and you're allowed to breath for a few minutes. Well, you try. It's like your mind is polluted with the exact images the grown man was accusing you off - well those accusations, the second one only, are kinda true. You can't remember a day you were alone in the bathroom, and it's even harder to remember when you were not corrupting every once of that same bathroom with...impure things?

You all get back to the changing room, waiting for the company car to arrive.

"What a prick."

Sunoo is the first one to talk, almost lying toward the couch to have at least a sit - or alf a seat, both option seems appealing given the fact that he has to compete against seven people for the comfort of a cushion under their bum; the chair were not comfortable.

"Yeah, I hope our fans give him a bad reputation. They're quite good at that."

"This is mean and you know it."

You answer Heeseung while crossing your arms, almost sulking at the mere idea that this man would be hunted down for just being raised like this.

"Yeah? He has nor right talking to you like that. And impplying those things."

"Implying? Was he?" you chuckle and uncross your arms, eating toward your jacket that was left on one of the coat rack in the corner of the room. A brief flashback of approximately two days ago floods your memory and you're left breathless and a bit hot and bothered at the memory of Sunghoon's lips on your neck, his hand between your thighs. You are grateful you are not facing, otherwise you wouldn't hear the end of it - they can be persistent in their teasing, you only Lind it when you are the victim (you are still teasing Ni-ki about those pre-pre-debut Twice's video, you might the worse of them all).

"Yeah, but they don't know that." Jake says, unbothered by the whole situation. This little piece of shit is probably the person who doesn't even deserve to talk about this subject. Any chance he gets, he's stealing the air from your lungs - and your panties, but only when you are in the dormitory.

"Still, no one deserves to have their life ruined because of the way they think, if that makes sense?"

"Your Korean is getting better."

You smile softly at Jungwon, patting his head as you walk around the mini-couch, "Your English too."

You really want to hug him, or sit on Jay's laps because it's literally the best sit ever, or burrow your frame into Sunghoon's warm embrace. But you can't really do that here. Anyone can enter the room and everyone can take pictures, you wouldn't risk it.

But you don't mind it. There's always time for you to enjoy the presence of your boyfriends. And you can also enjoy the way they fight tooth and nail for your 'honor' - their words, not yours.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #ot7!enhypen #8thmember!reader

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arewedoneyet · 1 year ago

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men's folio article via mens-folio.com/my

With buttery vocals, princely features and the penmanship of a lovelorn poet, Jeff Satur is about to sing his way into your heart — one story at a time.

What makes a good story? And what makes a good storyteller? For music savant Jeff Worakamol Satur, these are the two questions that have kept him on his feet the past decade, fuelling his fearless desire to know, love and showcase his most authentic self to the world.

Magnetic in look, sound and craft, Jeff has managed to dabble in multiple genres of music — and play various instruments — without losing his signature, velvety sound. While he did skyrocket to fame portraying Kim on the TV show KinnPorsche: The Series in 2022, Jeff singing its theme song, “Why Don’t You Stay,” was what converted many casual onlookers into full-time Jeff fans (or SATURDAYs). They are now hooked onto his buttery vocals — which not only eloquently and evocatively sing in Thai, English and Chinese — but Jeff is also the very person who produced and wrote the stories in these tracks.

With ancestral roots tracing back to China, India and Italy, it is no wonder that the Phuket native navigates expression and interaction in these vastly different languages without losing their nuances. It is the openness to embrace diversity in cultures and ideas that his fans continue to grow in numbers from all corners of the world.

Since starting his personal studio — Studio On Saturn — at the end of 2022, Jeff has held concerts all over the region, most recently completing his Space Shuttle No. 8 Asia Tour in April to celebrate the release of his first full album. His appearances on music variety shows like China’s Call Me By Fire Season 3 and, most recently, Chuang Asia: Thailand — a Thai idol survival show spin-off based on the Chuang franchise in China — have also appealed to fans in a new way. His hold over both seniors and juniors in the music industry is a testament to the piercing allure he has that transcends age and gender.

Then there is his relationship with Valentino, which comes to a surging point in this interview’s accompanying visuals — each party egging one another in their courageous pursuit of new, creative frontiers.

This is not the end. There is still so much more power that Jeff has yet to harness from stories — which communicate and entertain without the boundaries of time and space, and have decidedly become a grand purpose that he is working to fulfil. From music, the big screen, and finally the horizon, Men’s Folio sits down with the prodigious artiste to discover what makes him tick and perhaps what kind of tale he would charm us into next.

Hi Jeff! How have you been? I’ve been very good. Fantastic, actually.

We noticed you have said goodbye to your signature long hair. Why did you decide to cut it? I had to change my hairstyle for a movie I was filming. I also had to change many other things about myself, including how I spoke, reacted and moved — so much so that I had to attend workshops. So, I thought changing my image would help me immerse myself in the role.

Congratulations on completing the Space Shuttle No.8 Asia tour! You have mentioned before that going on a solo tour has been your dream for the longest time — now that both your debut album and solo tour are done, how are you feeling? It’s a pretty weird feeling — I just want to do more and more. I wanted to tour more and create more songs. It’s a strange feeling to me. It’s more fun to me now, especially since I’ve completed it. It’s like the end of one dream is leading to the start of another.

What is something new about yourself as an artiste or person you learned from going on tour? It must’ve been tiring, but seeing all that support (from guest artistes or close friends attending) must have been very empowering too. What I’ve learned along the way is to be present with the audience. They give you so many different experiences and learnings from place to place. The show is never the same, even if the song and setting are. Everything is different. For me, I like to be there with them; I give my all and soak in the moment from my fans. Being in the moment without a script really pushed me to be a better artiste, and I believe it made me a better human being.

We have to talk about about your first on-screen mentoring stint on Chuang Asia, especially after that “Dum Dum” performance. How was it like mentoring so many aspiring artistes-to-be at once? Guiding and mentoring new artistes is a dream that I only just recently realised (I had). It means a lot to be there, to guide and watch these artistes where they are now, doing things they previously couldn’t. I just have so many feelings. I’m so proud. There are many things in the industry that might break you along the way. While I don’t know it all, I hope what I’ve experienced in my career can be, in some way, helpful to them in their journeys. I hope that with my stories, they can break their boundaries and avoid the same traps they might find along the way. I hope that they not only become great artistes but also become better humans, stay positive in the industry, and are able to create and find themselves along the way.

Did this experience help you reflect — in any way — on your artiste career so far? In retrospect, would you redo anything? It reminded me of my childhood. It was a time when I had so much passion for music, and seeing all the high-intensity passion in them brought me back to that time. It freshened me up. I wouldn’t change anything because I love the way things are now. Changing the past would mean changing the present, and I love where I’m at and what I’m doing right now.

What do you feel is the most important trait that any aspiring performing artiste should have? Every artiste is different, but all artistes should try to be themselves. For me, I want to be true to myself, to be able to discover my own direction, create my own work, and be brave enough to show that to the world.

What about in a song? Everyone likes to ask questions about your views on music because your personal touch does not escape any part of your music’s creative process — from melody-making, lyric-writing to the final performance. What is your definition of a good song? “Good” in itself is a subjective word, and a good song, to me, can mean something very different to another. You can love jazz; you can love metal. So long as you’re satisfied with what you have released, be able to listen to it back and forth, and even enjoy that track after 10 years — that’s what I define as a good song.

Regardless of shape or form, good music should always capture the essence of a story, one’s feelings, or who the artiste is at their core.

Does any existing song come to mind? Either one you are proud of or one from an artiste you look up to. The first song that comes to mind is “Endless Rain” by Yoshiki Hayashi. I’m not too sure if he wrote it when his mom or dad passed away. But it’s a song written with lots of emotion, and it very clearly shows his style of music. It’s just very Yoshiki.

I have many songs that I am proud of — actually, every song. But if I had to pick one, it might be “Dum Dum”. I had a lot of bad feelings bottled inside me when I wrote the song, and I really wanted to release that toxicity from inside of me. It sounds as angry as I felt when I wrote it, so listening back and feeling that anger gives me satisfaction. I think I wrote it in an honest and heartfelt manner that was true to my emotions at the time.

In your previous interview with us, you talked about the different charms (and challenges) that come with writing lyrics in Thai and English. Your debut album has both English originals and English translations of your Thai songs — which song’s story or specific lyrics are you most proud of putting together, and why? Like I said, I love and am proud of all my songs. But if I had to pick one, it would be “Black Tie”. In that track, I had to relive many memories and feelings. Honestly, even at 29, I still feel like a kid. Until today, I still address everyone around me with “P” — how people in Thailand show respect to those older than them — because l feel I have a lot more growing up to do, and that spirit to learn is still alive inside me.

As a kid, I was always told to do this and that, learn this and study that. In retrospect, those who ended up following these instructions all somehow turned out the same. I really don’t like that. I don’t want all these rules and boundaries to limit who we can be, and who I could be. That’s why I chose to sing about this in “Black Tie”, using the concept of the suit to talk about breaking those boundaries, tying in with the freedom and individuality that the Valentino collection at the time championed and empowered its wearers to embody.

Are there any stories you are looking to tell with your next music release? It’s a secret. You’ll know when you know.

More on your love for story-telling — which seems to be a common thread that links all the creative works you have released so far together — what do you think makes a good story? All stories are worth telling, even those without a happy ending. What makes a good story is how you tell it. Capturing the essence or feeling of the story and delivering that to the listeners is more important. You know it’s good if the listeners can experience the story with you,

You mentioned in an interview that if you were not an artiste today, you would be a writer. These days, it is hard to have an original voice, yet yours (both literal and figurative) is quite luminous in its own way. How do you maintain that voice despite all the noise? I don’t think an original voice is something that can be created. An original voice can only come from trusting your instincts, being honest in your work, and staying truthful to your feelings. Only then can you create work that represents you. You should never lie to yourself.

And more importantly, never lose that kid inside of you. That’s who is creating the all the art, instead of you.

More importantly, how do you rest? Are there any go-to activities (or non-activities) you like to do to return to yourself and rest your voice? I actually have a lot of time to rest. Then again, I also don’t feel like my work encompasses “working”. It’s also my vacation. Sure, even when I’m actually on vacation, I have to think about work. But I don’t mind it; I love what I do.

If we’re talking about physical rest, I prioritise resting my voice. I used to sing during my free time, but I try not to use it that often now to be ready when I actually have to sing. I think it’s important to know how to control and use my voice in the right way.

For those who are only discovering your music today, can you compile a three-track introduction to Jeff Satur’s playlist and explain why? “Dum Dum”, “Fade”, and “Loop”. “Dum Dum” shows my darker side because it’s a release of some pent-up frustration and anger. “Fade” is more romantic — it shows you how I experience love and what I am like in a relationship, and I try to tell that story in a more emotional and evocative manner. Then we have “Loop”, a more introspective exploration of who I am. Listening to these three songs will give you a good idea of the breadth of my personality and style as an artiste.

In recent years, you have been bolder with your style. How would you describe your current relationship with fashion? Has it changed over the years? I think fashion is about doing what you love, wearing what you love, and enjoying what you see in the mirror. Every morning before I go out, I feel like I should love what I see in the mirror — regardless of what other people think. Your body is a canvas, and whatever colour or pattern you choose to put on yourself that day is a form of self-expression you should enjoy.

Over the years, I’ve definitely become more confident about trying on things out of my comfort zone. I used to be scared of wearing certain things because of what others might think, but I’m no longer as shy. I’m just breaking one boundary at a time.

What values of Maison Valentino does Jeff Satur — the artiste — embody? I think Valentino and I have many things in common. Fundamentally, we both embrace the act of constant reinvention and enjoy the challenge of finding new ground, and there’s no better expression of this chemistry and kindred spirit than the soundtrack I created with and for Valentino. The brand is quite sentimental and romantic, and my body of work doesn’t stray far from these sensibilities — especially if you listen to the three tracks I mentioned earlier. A valiant kind of courage persists throughout, and I feel like that syncs up nicely with what Valentino stands for as a brand.

What is next on your cards? Will we get to sees Jeff Satur, the actor again soon? Without a doubt. In fact, more and more because actor Jeff Satur is an important part of me, and there are a lot of upcoming projects that I’m passionate about and very excited to share with the world.

Last but not least, you have said before that any interaction or activities you do for SATURDAYs feels like an everlasting dream. Is there anything you want to say to your fans right now? Always be happy. Yes, sometimes it’s hard, and sometimes the world isn’t as beautiful as the ones we read about in our favourite fairytales. Focus on the good and avoid the bad. Surround yourself with good people. Never give up on yourself. You’re beautiful, you’re great, and you’re you — and no one else can do what you do. Even I can’t do what you do. Everybody has something unique they can do. Appreciate and love what you do. Follow your dreams, and I’ll follow mine. Someday, we’ll sing together again.

#jeff satur #men's folio

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lostfirefly · 1 year ago

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Sharing horizons that are new to us, watchin' the signs along the way, talkin' it over, just the two of us, workin' together day to day

This fic wasn't even planned. But 6 months ago, Catherine and Buggy met each other. They annoyed and bantered with each other, but as often happens, a good girl fell in love with a not-so-good boy. They stayed together and kept their "banter vibes" to this day. Thank you guys for coming into my life. You are helping me a lot! Love you with all my heart! And go on a date! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine and Buggy are celebrating six months since they first met.

Warning: Fun, fluff, swearing, lots of love, inappropriate jokes. Reference to Jeff's interview with grapes.

WC: 4000

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed

The title is taken from “We've Only Just Begun” The Carpenters.

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“Stop attacking me, clown!!” Catherine tried to fight Buggy off.

“But why?” He tried to kiss her neck. “I want you!”

“First of all, put your pants on and put away your little Buggy, for god's sake!!” She buried herself under the blanket. “Second, you're punished!”

“For what??” Buggy lifted the blanket.

“Fuck off!” Catherine pulled it down. “Do you remember what you did to me on the couch yesterday?”

“Oh, believe me, I remember!” He giggled idiotically. “That was amazing, right?”

Catherine crawled out from under the blanket and hit Buggy in the shoulder. “What got into you?! I was in pyjama and was reading a book when you attacked me after coming home from rehearsal.”

“I couldn't resist, you were so sexy with the book.” Realizing there would be no continuation, Buggy leaned his back against the headboard and put his pants on. “But you didn't complain.”

“Because I didn't have time to understand anything, asshole!” Catherine immediately nestled into his armpit. “Thank God you don't go to libraries. I would be concerned about the staff there.”

“Sarcasm, huh?” Buggy scowled.

“Poorly concealed contempt, pervert. And hey! Have you forgotten what day it is today?

“I remember, cotton candy.” Buggy took Catherine's hand and kissed it. “You reminded me of this all evening yesterday. Today marks six months since you gave in to my charm and immediately fell in love with me.”

“There was no charm, Buggy!!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!”

“But I didn’t leave you! How many times are you going to remind me of this?”

“Every single day for the rest of my life.” Catherine looked at Buggy: “How did you even come up with this?! Didn't you feel sorry for me?”

“Are you gonna stay with me for the rest of your life??” He made a surprised face. “Fuck, no! I hoped that I, as a sex god, would torture you and you would tired of the best sex in your life and finally run away from me.”

“I knew that phrase would get stuck in your head, pervert!” Catherine slapped his head.

“I could not forget the highest praise of my talent, baby.” Buggy smiled proudly. “Back to your question. I wanted to leave you in the desert because you irritated me. You were always unhappy with everything.” He started imitating her voice. “Oh, I was told you're the coolest guy in this town. Oh, you're just a drunken piece of shit. Oh, no, a grown man who painted himself to look like a clown. Oh, no, you took us somewhere. Oh, don't tell me what to do.”

“Do I irritate you now?” Catherine took a strand of his hair.

“No, now you just piss me off every single day.” Buggy kissed her on the top of her head.

“I can easily say the same about you, jerk.” Catherine exhaled. “I'm sorry, I offended you at the bar, didn't I? But I was really worried about my sister and you acted like an asshole. I didn't know you were really good.”

“Meh!” Buggy shrugged. “This is how people often react to me. It's ok.”

“It’s not okay, Buggy!” Catherine took his hand. “I will kill anyone who says such disgusting things about you. No one can hurt my clown. And by the way, I have a gift for you!!” She jumped out of bed and ran off into the living room. “I don't know if you'll like it or not, but I wanted to do it. You can hide it far away and never take it out.” Catherine ran back holding something square wrapped in gift paper. “Happy six months since we first met, my blue-haired love. Open up!” She clenched her fists and squealed softly.

“What's this?” Buggy looked at her surprised, starting to remove the package, pulled out a brown book and opened it. “A photo album?”

“Yes!! Look!” Catherine began to turn the pages. “This has pictures of you and me in it. Sorry, I know you don't like this, but I wanted to collect some moments in one place. Look! That's you and me on a walk when you stole ice cream for me for the first time. You were nagging me because of this photo for three hours afterwards. This is happy me when you took me to the movies for the first time. And this is unhappy you because you had to take me to the movies. Oh, I love this one. This is you on our adventure when you were fixing the car. See? Damn! You are so hot!”

“Where are these pictures from?” Buggy pointed his fingers at two photos.

“Oh, I secretly took this one during our first adventure.” Catherine blushed.

“But this's me! Why did you take pictures of me?” Buggy said in a slightly irritated voice. “Catherine, you know I don't like it!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” Catherine stroked his hair. “I remember I threw things into the car, got out some whiskey and saw you. I don't know.. You sat alone by the fire and thought about something and I couldn't resist. I wanted to send you this picture later, to be honest. And this picture was sent to me by my sister. Honestly, I didn't even know she took it. That's when you took us home and we were chatting sitting on the couch. See? Your hand is on my shoulder. You hugged me that evening. At that moment I already knew that I loved you. My sister thought she was making fun of me by showing it to me. But I liked this photo so much, and I decided to add it here. You look so calm and sweet in this picture. That's because you were sitting with me, my love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on his cheek.

“I’m not sweet, stop mocking me.” Buggy ran his fingers over the papers. “Hm, the pages look like they have maps drawn on them. And the cover looks like the book we used to compare coordinates. Fuck! It's cool!”

“We met because of these maps and that Alabasta’s book. Oh, look, there's an inscription.” Catherine flipped the album to the first page.

“I don't see any inscriptions. I see numbers and a lot of hearts. A lot, a lot, a lot of hearts.”

“These are the coordinates of our bar, you fool.” Catherine pointed her fingers at the drawing. “I'll tell you more, these are the exact coordinates of the place where we met.”

“That's really impressive, cotton candy. Thanks!” Buggy scratched his head. “Fuck, I didn't get you anything. I didn't know I had to give gifts on dates like this.”

“Oh, my Buggy Bear. Don't worry. I just wanted to surprise you. Buy me flowers, ice cream and we're even.” Catherine kissed him on his cheek and started stroking his hair. “It's so weird. So much has happened in these six months. We've been on two adventures, we celebrated my birthday, you made me walk a tightrope.”

“No, no!” Buggy carefully put the album aside. “The weirdest thing about this whole story is that I'm lying under a blanket with hearts on it. Hearts aren't for a grown man.”

“Where did you find a grown man?” Catherine narrowed her eyes playfully.

“I'm right here, cotton candy.” Buggy pointed his finger at himself. “I'm a grown man.”

Catherine kissed his nose. “Noooo, you're my silly clown. And thank you!”

“For what?”

Catherine hugged him. “Well, for not sending me home, for letting me into your life, even just a little bit. And you take me for walks. I know you don't like it, but you still go with me. Do we have plans for today? Maybe we can go for a walk? And then hang out at our bar?”

“Well, the bar is always a good idea. But first I want to have breakfast. Buggy the Clown is very hungry.”

Buggy reluctantly got out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, Catherine ran after him to make his favorite pancakes. While she was cooking, she kept running to Buggy, hugging him and kissing him on the head, cheeks, nose, lips, listening to his endless grumbling.

After the brekfast and quick shower, Catherine decided to get dressed for a walk and started rummaging through the closet for a long time. Buggy came into the bedroom with fresh makeup on his face, looked at Catherine standing near the closet and hugged her from behind.

“What's wrong, Buggy?” Catherine started stroking his hands waiting for the answer, but he remained silent. “Oh, my little bear. Don't act like you love me. Better put on a t-shirt, jeans and take me for a walk, and then we'll get completely drunk, and then you'll ride me on your back.” Catherine had difficulty reaching the shelf because Buggy didn't let go of his hands. “Here. This black one is clean. Explain one thing to me, clown. Why do your stinky things still end up in the closet?"

He shrugged.

“Thank God you at least started washing more often.” Catherine laughed.

Buggy quickly put on his t-shirt and returned his hands back to her waist.

“Please, let me go for five minutes, my Buggy the Octopus.” She reached her hand to his cheek and stroked it slightly. “I'm not going anywhere, promise. I need to get dressed.”

Buggy reluctantly removed his hands, sat on the bed and watched Catherine quickly pull on jeans, black top, a light, off-the-shoulder oversized sweater over the top.

Catherine turned to Buggy and twirled. “Like it?”

He nodded silently and exhaled.

Catherine came closer and hugged him. “What's wrong, my little bear?”

“Nothing. Let's go for your stupid walk.”

Catherine kissed Buggy on the lips and dragged him outside. He grumbled the whole way, but stole a bouquet of yellow carnations and a chocolate ice cream for her. Buggy was still surprised that Catherine admired his abilities every time. He loved to see her happy face at that moment.

Catherine was talking like a crazy, while they walked to the bar through the winding streets of Cairo, which were filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread, spices and freshly brewed coffee. Catherine stopped near almost all the shops, to take a look at fabrics and figures. They reached the bar when Buggy was almost exhausted and went inside.

“No! Look! Our place at the counter is taken by some tourists." Catherine pointed at the couple with her eyes and became upset. “Shit. Well, let's sit at another table.” She sat down at the closest table and took the menu.

Buggy plopped down next to her and looked at her sad face. “Is there something wrong?”

Catherine placed her hands on the table. “I know you’ll say that's stupid but I really wanted to sit there.”

Buggy glanced at the tourists then shifted his gaze to Catherine. More than anything in the world, he hated seeing her sad eyes. “Wait here.”

“What? Where are you going?” Catherine looked at him in surprise.

“There is no problem that Buggy the Clown and money in his pocket can't solve. Wait here.” He lightly slapped his palms on the table and walked towards the counter.

Catherine sadly watched Buggy, leaned on the counter and started talking to the bartender and the tourists. They were gesticulating wildly, looking at the bartender and Catherine, but as soon as Buggy took money out of his pocket, the tourists gathered their things and went to another table.

“That's it, this problem solved, cotton candy.” Buggy came back to Catherine, extended his hand to her and escorted her to the bar. “So, are we there, where your coordinates indicate?”

“Yes!” She squealed quietly, smiled and hugged him. “Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “How did you do this?”

“Charmed them.” Buggy placed his hand on her back.

“Oh yes, you can do that. You're my best!!” Catherine pecked him in his lips and squealed again. “Oh, wait, wait, you were sitting here.” Catherine sat Buggy down on a chair, hugged him from behind and kissed him on the cheek. “And I was sitting here.” She plopped down on the chair on the right side.

Buggy couldn't help but laugh. Catherine's displays of joy at such trifles amused him terribly. Why, even after six months, she was with him? Buggy liked that she was with him. He liked the way she took care of him. She made sure he was always fed, she always made him sandwiches when he went to rehearsals. His clothes became cleaner, the house became more cozy, the bed always smelled nice now. He constantly grumbles that he doesn't like, but will never admit to her that he loves receiving cute messages from her throughout the day: “I cooked your favorite dish, I love you”, “I’m on a walk, I love you”, “It’s so great that you’re coming home, come quickly, I love you!” And although he didn't like it when men approached her, he still was afraid that someone else would take her, he was surprised every time that she stayed with him.

“Well. What does my cotton candy want?” Buggy sent his hand to grab the menu from the next table.

Catherine ran her eyes over the pages. “Oh, let's get a beer like our first time? Also your cotton candy wants this red cherry cake, this chocolate cake, this yellow lemon cake.”

Buggy laughed even louder, called the waiter over, and made an order.

Catherine happily swung her legs and looked around. “It's so weird, huh? It seems like the place hasn't changed, but at the same time it's somehow different.” She stood up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It's because of you, my flashy fool.” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Stop doing this, woman!!” Buggy made a face. “Drink your fucking beer.” He moved the bottle the bartender had set down. “So, what do we do now?”

The bartender supplied three pieces of cake and additionally supplied peanuts from the establishment.

Catherine took a sip and glanced at peanuts. “Oh, I know. Let's play! I'll ask a question, you answer it and if it's wrong, you toss the nut and catch it with your mouth. And if it’s correct you can ask me a question. It'll be our variation on “Never Have I Ever.”

“Hah, these games are for me! I did teach you a little entertainment after all, huh?” Buggy took a sip.

“Go to hell! I've always known how to have fun.” Catherine ate a piece of cake. “Oh, fuck! So good!”

“I think I heard the same phrase yesterday.” He giggled.

“You're disgusting, you know that?” Catherine rubbed her hands. “Okay! Let's start! My.. My.. My favorite dish.”

“Don't make me say the version “the naked clown at night.” Buggy took a sip and winked.

“Ew! No! Stop being an idiot for at least five minutes.” Catherine punched him in his shoulder.

“What's the fun in that?” Buggy ate a peanut. “Fine. Different sweets and pizza.”

“Yeees!” Catherine clapped her hands.

“Sweets, pizza and naked clown.” He giggled again.

“Buggy!” Catherine pinched his arm. “Stop being such a pervert. Okay! Now you can ask me a question.”

“If I ask about the best sex, it will be unfair. I know that it is me.” Buggy took a sip with the most proud look he had ever had. “You know, your fucking ex-boyfriends have a lot to learn.”

“For god's sake, clown!!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you gonna ask a question?”

“Fine!” He scratched his cheek. “I know! You went to university. Exams and all that fucking shit. Have you never copied answers from others?”

Catherine shook her head. “At the university? No, never. Education is important. I taught myself.”

“Fuck, you lived such a boring life.” Buggy rolled his eyes and took a sip.

“I didn't finish.” Catherine ate another piece of cake. “But I once cheated at school. We had a chemistry test and I copied the test from my classmates. When the papers were checked, the cheating was revealed. We were then sent to the principal and as punishment we trimmed the bushes in the school yard for a whole month.”

“You are a dangerous woman, Catherine Mitchell. You cheated on a chemistry test. I'm so, so impressed.” Buggy started slowly clapping his hands.

“I hate you and your theatrics.” Catherine took a sip. “Okay! Next question. My favorite part of you. Hint, there are several of them.”

Buggy looked surprised. “I don't know. That I'm fun, sexy and can I do weird but hot things in bed?

“You have one thing on your mind, pervert.” Catherine squinted her eyes and reddened. “No! But I’ll accept it as an answer. Throw a peanut.”

Buggy picked up a nut, tossed it up and caught it with his mouth, eliciting a wave of applause from Catherine.

“You're so good at that! Just for your note, my silly clown, I love you all of course, but I adore your nose, it makes you unique, your eyes because they're so beautiful, your hands because they're strong and your chop chop thing.” Catherine ate a piece of cake.

“I thought you loved my nose for another reason.” Buggy took a sip and chuckled.

“For what reason?” Catherine thought for a second and her eyes widened. “Oh, my God, Buggy. How can you think about such a vulgar thing when we are on a date?! You should be ashamed.”

“Sorry, Cathie-pie. I'm just remembering where I was yesterday and your moans about it.” He started imitating her. “More Buggy, yes Bug~”

Catherine kicked him in the leg. “Shush! Don't you dare talk about it here. Manners! Let's keep playing.” She took a sip. “Okay! My favorite book.”

Buggy scratched his neck and shrugged. “I don't know. Something about cute dogs that wear stupid jumpsuits with hearts on them?”

Catherine shook her head. “No, it's “Treasure Island”. And I told you about that. Throw a peanut.”

Buggy took a nut, tossed it and caught it in his mouth.

“Yaaay!!” Catherine clapped her hands. “Okay, I'll let you ask a question. We have a six month anniversary today.”

“Oh, princess. You're so fucking generous today.” Buggy snapped his fingers and took a sip. “Ha, I know! Has my Cathie-pie ever lied to the police?” He saw Catherine blush. “Fuck me!! My honest girl, who reproaches me for my lies, deceived the police herself?”

“I don't lie as much as you, idiot. It was one time. My driver license expired and I had to go renew it the next day. But my sister called and asked me to pick her up from the highway where her car had stalled. And when I was on my way to her, a cop pulled me over. And when he was about to write me a hu-u-uge fine, I burst into tears, told him some bullshit about dying fish and hamsters, and he let me go.” Catherine started eating another cake. “So yummy! Try it!” She broke off a piece of cake with a fork and put it in Buggy's mouth. “Tasty?” Catherine watched him nod. “My question again. The craziest thing I've ever done in my life.”

Buggy snapped his fingers and laughed. “I know that! Stayed with me.”

“No, I jumped off that damn cliff.” Catherine ate a peanut. “Do your trick, clown.”

Buggy tossed the nut and caught it again.

“Yaaay!!l” Catherine clapped and took a sip. “But I could accept that "stay with me" option too.”

“Listen.. Can I ask a question?” Buggy cleared his throat. “I asked you this before but a lot of time has passed since then. Don't.. Don't you still regret staying with me?”

“What?” Catherine rounded her eyes, came closer to him and hugged. “Of course not, my love. It's not easy to live with you, but I don't regret anything. I love how you take care of me and how you show your affection when no one is looking. You know, taking my hand, stroking my shoulders. It's so sweet. You're not as bad as you want to seem, but I won't tell anyone about it. I give you my Princess's Word.” Catherine zipped her mouth. “For everyone, you'll remain an evil and sullen clown, but at home you'll be my loving little bear.” She kissed him in his temple. “Oh, can I try to throw a nut, and you catch it.”

“Fine.” Buggy took some nuts and put them in her hand. “Here.”

“Ready?” Catherine watched as he nodded back. “One, two, three. Throw!”

“Fuck, Catherine!” Buggy covered his eye with his hand.

“Oh my god, oh my god! I'm sorry! I’m so sorry!!” Catherine grabbed his head and began examining his face. “It's okay. I’m sorry! I'll be more careful.” Smack.

“Do me a favor.” Buggy grumbled and removed her hands. “Ok, I’m fine. Throw. But carefully, I still need my eyes.”

Catherine took aim again. “Ready? One, two, three. Throw!”

“Damn!! Are you fucking kidding me, woman??” Buggy covered his other eye.

“Shit!! I'm sorry!!” Catherine began examining his other eye.

“What's wrong with you?” Buggy blinked his eyes a few times. “Can't you throw properly?”

“I'm so sorry! Good news! Everything is okay!” Smack. “Do you think out of the 15 million they're giving for you somewhere, they'll deduct the money for the two black eyes?”

“Catherine, I asked you not to bring that up.” Buggy said angrily and removed her hands.

“I'm sorry!” Smack. “Shit! We should have played with grapes.” Catherine chuckled and kissed him on his cheek.

“No! I haven't eaten anything that looks like fucking grapes for a while now.” Buggy laughed.

“What? Why? The thing you ate and made you chop chop man looked like grapes?” Catherine ate the peanut and sat in Buggy's lap.

“What? No!" Buggy immediately wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Why did you even eat that? If you were hungry, why didn't you go out and buy yourself something to eat? You can't just pick weird things off of trees and eat them, Buggy!” Catherine put a piece of cake in his mouth.

“I didn't pick it off of a fucking tree because I was hungry. It doesn't matter how I got it. I don't want to talk about why I ate it.” Buggy took a sip and became obviously a little angry.

“Don't be mad at me. I didn't want to offend you. I just like to know a little more about you. You talk not so much about your past.” Catherine stroked his shoulders. “Can I ask one question?” She watched him nod. “I asked you once, but you never answered. Do you have any regrets in your life? Do you regret that you ate that chop chop thing? But if you don't want to, don't answer.”

“I don't know. Yeah, I guess. I regret it. Or maybe not. I don't know, Cathie-pie.” Buggy became visibly upset and felt she hugged him tightly.

“Did it even taste good?” Catherine laughed and stroked his head.

“Little shit! It tasted okay.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “Fuck, I left you without a present.”

“Are you kidding me? We're at our place, at our bar. Just you and me. It's the best present ever. And don't forget I love your chop chop thing. And I'm glad that you are like this.” Catherine pecked him on his nose.

“Stop doing this, woman!!” Buggy took a peanut and put it in his mouth. “Of course you love my abilities. They add an extra level to the best sex you've ever had.”

“God, you're unbelievable!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “I hate you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”

“Meh, I hate you too, my cotton candy.” Buggy kissed her hand. “Well, shall we continue our evening?”

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Finding Peace: Chapter 5

TW: Self-pleasure, swearing

Author's Note: I threw this together in like a little over an hour in-between studying so it's messy, but I have IDEAS I want to throw out

You felt flushed, frustrated, and embarrassed. You rubbed your thumbs against your forefingers inside your pockets until they felt raw, and you counted the steps you took in-between each sidewalk crack. Your head fuzzed with compulsive thoughts. You felt yourself drowning in your introverted insecurities.

You were still mulling over the events that took place yesterday at the coffee shop. You replayed the redhead’s words in your head again and again, followed by your flighty response to get the fuck out of there due to your uncomfortableness. She was just trying to be nice, maybe even be your friend, but your anxiety made you jump to conclusions without any forethought.

In addition to this, you were panicking as you started towards your first day at work. The office wasn’t too far from home, but you still made use of the public transit system to give yourself plenty of time to pace outside the building to calm yourself down. You had no idea how work was going to react to your inability to speak Norwegian. The interviewer ensured that the office primarily spoke English, but you still felt like an asshole for not being able to speak in their native tongue.

You peered out of the bus windows as you rounded the street corner. Your eyes widened at the sight of a large, modernized office building with large glass windows wrapping around each story. With the rest of the city’s aesthetic, it caught you off guard how “American” this place was. American might be a very selfish, small-minded opinion about the building, but you quickly related this place to Chicago’s infrastructure.

After giving yourself some time outside of the bus to practice a few, reassuring breathing techniques, you headed inside to your first day at work. You met the practice manager, made quick acquaintances, and found yourself quickly at peace with the hospitality of the office employees. The job itself was not far from what you were used to, and so you found yourself useful quickly. Everyone appreciated this. You felt appreciated.

Time passed slowly, as it usually does on everyone’s first day of work. There was a lot of learning, especially becoming accustomed to new systems that you had never seen before in the States. Your manager was patient with you as you adjusted. As time felt slow, however, the clock was quick to click to 5 pm. A standard 9-5 never lasts as long as you think.

One of your coworkers you acquainted yourself with walked up to you as you were readying your things to leave. “Hey, some coworkers and I were planning on getting an afternoon coffee and we wanted you to come with,” he spoke politely. You already felt invited through his low, smooth voice.

“Yeah! I’d love to,” you turned to him with a smile. You packed up a textbook that your office had given you regarding the technicalities of the common systems you were going to use at work and slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” he returned your smile warmly and walked you outside, where a man and another woman waited. You knew the coworker who invited you as David. David was also from the States, and you two connected quickly over how nervous you two both were first moving to Norway. The other two coworkers who you met outside were named Oskar and Olivia. They were siblings born in Norway to parents who immigrated from the UK. They found themselves speaking English more often than Norwegian growing up, but they were still fluent in both languages.

You followed the other three as they entered the bus towards downtown. You entertained the small talk as everyone asked you about where you specifically came from, what traditions are true versus exaggerated, and how you’re faring in a new country thus far. You responded with questions about their traditions, customs, and the language. You knew you’d always be viewed as an American here, but you wanted to do your best to seem at least a little less confused.

All four of you exited the bus, and they led you several blocks down the walkable streets. “This is our favorite place to go to unwind after work,” David said. “I hope you like it just as much as us.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you replied reassuringly. You were too caught up in conversation to recognize the familiarity of the street, however. When you all arrived at the coffee shop, you felt your breath escape you as you realized this was the same coffee shop you had been at the day prior. The same coffee shop where you had made a fool of yourself. You froze.

“Something wrong?” David asked as he held the door open for you. You broke from your shock and shook your head.

“Oh, no, haha it’s fine,” you laughed uncomfortably. “I was here yesterday. The coffee was really good, but I made a fool of myself trying to order.”

“Don’t worry, I can order for you,” David looked amused. “Just let me know what you want.”

“As long as you teach me how to order after. I still want to get it right.” David nodded in agreement to your request.

You all entered the building, and you quickly looked around to make sure the redhead wasn’t here again. Nothing would be more embarrassing than having to explain that you were nervous to be here for more reasons than just stuttering over your broken Norwegian. You asked David to order you a hot vanilla latte. He gave you a thumbs up and turned to the barista. For a man who was born and raised in the States, you couldn’t even tell he was an American. He spoke in perfect, unbroken Norwegian with a respectable accent. Of course, you probably couldn’t tell much of a difference coming from your background, but it was still impressive.

Despite your efforts to pay yourself, David paid for you. All four of you sat down at a rounded table with ample seating, and the conversation continued. You had a lot of fun laughing and sharing old memories with new people. Time continued to pass, and the conversation began to dwindle as your coworkers shared their mutual interest in parting for the night. You let them know you’d be staying a bit longer to decompress, and the three politely left to head home.

You leaned back into your chair and let out a content sigh. You felt pleased with the new friendships that you had made with your coworkers. Your mind was so preoccupied that you hadn’t had time to worry about adjusting to a new life and leaving your old life behind. You were excited that every day could be like this, and you felt confident you came to the right place. You let your mind wander.

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar, thick Russian voice shocked your mind back to reality. The redhead was standing across from you, holding the top of one of the other chairs in one hand and a coffee in the other. You felt yourself grow hot with embarrassment once again.

“Uh..” you felt yourself stumble over your words as you tried to formulate some coherent thought. “Oh, yeah, no, go ahead,” you presented your most signature, lingering, awkward thumbs-up. The redhead smiled back at you and took a seat at the table. She pulled out her phone and began sipping her coffee. A few moments later, she glanced up.

“Oh, I should’ve asked. Is this table taken, too?”

“Um, it was but they all left,” you felt stiff and anxious in her presence. Maybe she didn’t remember what happened yesterday, and she’s just trying to have a nice time with some new people. Maybe she was also decompressing after work just like you were.

“Bummer. Hey, you were reading a Norwegian-English dictionary yesterday, right?” Ding, ding, ding. She remembered. You felt a pit rise in your throat.

“Oh, uh… yeah that was me.”

“You ran away before I could talk to you about that,” she chuckled, but hid her smile as she sipped from her coffee again. Cute, you found yourself thinking. You quickly found yourself lost in her green eyes. She held your gaze with a very familiar sense of confidence. It was that familiarity that helped you lower your shoulders and unclench your jaw in her presence. She continued, “I was in the same boat as you whenever I moved here, so if you want any tips and tricks to learn it a bit faster, I’d love to help.”

You latched on to the subtle enthusiasm that graced her tongue when she said the word ‘love.’ You nodded in agreement a little quicker than you intended to. You must’ve looked like some obedient puppy the way you jumped on that opportunity. The redhead was firm in keeping her calm demeanor.

“Great,” she smiled brightly. Her face lit up, and you thought you saw a sparkle in her eyes. “How do you feel about meeting this Saturday in the morning? I might have some errands I need to run, but I can text you when I’m free.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be free.” You took a deep breath in and felt the clarity wash over you. “I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday, then, you.. uh…”

“Natasha.” What a beautiful name, you thought to yourself.

“Natasha,” you repeated it just to hear it roll over your tongue. There was a pause. Two pauses. Your heart started racing even faster. She was still looking at you, and you forced yourself to keep eye contact as if you were scared to be rude by looking away. There was this unbelievable tension that started to build, but it wasn’t the good kind of tension. It was the kind that made you want to scratch your arms and beat your head into the wall. Natasha seemed unfazed, however. She was fine. You, however, weren’t fine, and you wanted to scream to break this silence. Did you say her name wrong? Did she catch on to the way you said it? Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why couldn’t you say anything?

“So…” Natasha broke the silence. “I’m going to need your number if I’m going to be texting you, y’know.” Ten seconds of silence between the both of you, and you spent it wondering if you had said something earth-shatteringly wrong. She just wanted your number. This was just a professional interaction between the both of you so she could share her recommendations on learning Norwegian. You, on the other hand, were making everything uncomfortable and awkward. You didn’t know why you felt this way, but you knew there was some blatantly different feeling that you felt towards her that was unrelated to the previous encounter the day before.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you found yourself laughing over your own confused way of thinking. Natasha held her phone out for you to put your contact information into. She was smiling amusedly. You were glad that she could keep her confidence even when you froze from overthinking. You gave her your number, and decided then and there that you should probably call it for the night. “I’m sorry to be leaving so soon, but I’ve already been here a few hours and I should probably get home to start getting ready for work tomorrow.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you and having an actual conversation with you…”

“Y/n,” you had forgotten to properly introduce yourself when she gave her name.

“Y/n.” Natasha looked saddened that you weren’t staying long, but she was respectful towards your boundaries. “I’ll be texting you.” Her tone changed a bit when she said that last part. You didn’t want to analyze the way she said it the way you overanalyzed everything else she said, but you couldn’t help but feel that she was intentionally being flirty towards you.

You left the coffee shop feeling some weird feeling in your chest. You didn’t want to put any labels to it just yet. You had just met the woman, so putting labels to a new name felt rushed. You just wanted to feel it. You wanted to feel it so badly as you took the bus home.

You wanted to feel her it so badly when you walked through your apartment door and threw yourself onto your mattress. You quickly threw down your pants and recovered your memory of the way her red hair framed her face and complemented those stunning green eyes. You felt every part of her accent rolling off her tongue, pushing her words deep inside of you. Your entire body pulsated and throbbed with her flirtatious invitation. Sure, you wanted this to remain a professional encounter for this weekend, but you wanted this other side of her, too.

You produced naked scenes of her in your head from whatever silhouette you gathered of her from earlier this evening. Her clothes framed her body so well, and you wanted to believe desperately that, even though the two of you just properly met, she dressed with her body in mind for you. It was a selfish thought, but you were doing selfish things to your body in the name of her. You felt yourself slip her name from your throat as an orgasm erupted from your body.

Once you came, you felt a twinge of guilt settle into you. You felt wrong for how you were feeling, but nonetheless you wanted this new woman, Natasha, to be in your life in more ways than one. You pondered over the thought of her (clothed) as you lay awake, tucked underneath your blankets. This was a newfound interest, and you were really excited for your next interaction with her this weekend.

#IM SO TIRED OF STUDYING FOR PHYSICS #marvel wlw #slow burn #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fanfic #natasha romanoff #nat x reader #wlw fanfic

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