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#and I am not a fan of how quickly they need naps
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Fan Favourite - LN
Summary: Lando’s subscribers always want to know if his girlfriend is going to make an appearance.
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Lando is known for streaming thanks to his involvement with Quadrant.
And since he got a girlfriend who has been a frequent feature in his podcast, she’s begun to get requests to appear in them. Even if every time she appears, it’s one of three reasons.
1)She’s managed to injure herself while cooking (or once or twice just walking around the apartment)
2)She’s feeling clingy, which is Lando’s favourite reason
3)She’s confused about something and needs his help figuring it out
Today, unusually, she’s MIA and the subscribers are noticing.
“Where’s y/n? God I wish I knew. Last time I checked she was making pastries but that was a few hours ago. Actually, she’s pretty quiet, I’ll be right back.” Lando frowns since it’s been a few hours and usually she’s never able to contain herself from interrupting the livestream.
The chat fills with comments about how cute they are and how sweet it is that he’s concerned about her after not seeing her for a few hours.
“Y/n?” Lando frowns walking around the apartment, first seeing a pile of different kinds of pastries on the kitchen island before he shifts moving around. “Y/n?!” He’s about to call out again when he finds her in the living room having a nap on the sofa.
Now to a normal person, this seems perfectly innocent. But to Lando, he’s entirely hurt that she’s taking a nap, first of all with out him and second of all, not on top of him.
Rushing back to the stream he knows he has to make sure he ends.
“Sorry guys, but y/n is napping without me and I have to go. I’ll see you guys next time or if you’re coming to the next race weekend, I’ll hopefully see you guys there.” Lando states quickly before ending the stream and running back to the living room where y/n is sitting up rubbing at her eyes. “No. You can’t wake up yet. You’re not allowed to have naps without me being here.”
“I didn’t mean to…I think I ate too many pasties.” Y/n yawns before being dragged down on top of Lando’s warm body. The heat radiating from him soothing her back to a sleepy state almost instantly though she recalls why she didn’t end up going through to talk to him before. “What about your stream?”
“It’s ended. Go back to sleep.”
He shouldn’t really encourage her to nap, because honestly she’d just sleep all the time if given the opportunity. The woman sleeps day and night without any thought into it. She loves sleep and won’t change for anyone.
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In his next stream y/n is very much awake, and she keeps taking pictures and videos.
“Y/n, stop taking videos.” Lando laughs looking back at her while she grins cheekily.
“But your fans love it.” Y/n grins then getting up and moving to sit on his lap while he smiles at her scooching down in his lap.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Lando comments sarcastically while she grins holding her phone to take a video of both of them. “Here we go.”
“I’m very comfortable, thanks.” Y/n states as she posts the video.
“This is why they all love you, exposing me for them.”
“What am I exposing? That you love your girlfriend? Not sorry for it.” Y/n giggles then flushing when he nuzzles his face into her neck, kissing the skin and biting it a little. “Alright, I’ll stop.”
“Good.”
“The chat wants to know if you can play the game with me sitting here.” Y/n states then snorting a laugh while sends Lando into a fit of laughter. “When he’s not streaming this is usually the position we’re in, BUT it’s on his demand before everyone says it’s so cute that I want to be stuck here watching his game.”
“Hey, I let you play in my place sometimes.”
“Yeah, until Max shouts at us both because I’m doing such a terrible job.” Y/n giggles before she settles back. “Go on, they want to see whether we’re lying or not about you being able to play with me here.”
Y/n practically melts back against Lando, pressed into him. Her eyes are trained on the screen almost having completely forgot that they are on the stream. Lando however is completely amused by her focus on his game, she always gets so invested in his games. Sometimes even mumbles for him to do something or pushes a button on his behalf when she thinks he’s going to do what she sees as the wrong with.
“Lando-baby, baby the-oh.” She gasps when he dies in the game then turning to look at him while he smiles at her . “Baby, you weren’t focusing.”
“I’m sorry.” Lando pouts as he leans forward and kisses her. “Do you want to have a go instead?”
“Can I?”
“Go on.” Lando nods knowing that the subscribers are going mental in the chat over how cute they think the two are. Y/n gets to play for a while before she gets stuck and Lando helps by putting his hands over her own and moving her fingers rather than taking the controller from her, he just plays while she’s still holding it. “You got it, come on.”
Y/n (and Lando) finishes the mission with a cheer.
“Alright, we’re ending the stream before someone goes into cardiac arrest from how adorable we are.” Lando states making Y/n frown in confusion before he points at the chat and she catches sight of a few of the comments.
“Oh wow.”
“You’re a fan favourite.” Lando laughs then hiding his face in her neck and kissing her skin as he moves to stop the stream. “Ok, bye everyone. We’re going to go do something that’s not stream friendly.”
“Lando!”
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tomodachiii · 4 months
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to build a home: thinking of you, wherever you are & wherever i am
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pairing: idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader
snippets of how you take care of someone who equally shares the same spotlight and odd schedules. 
masterlist
synopsis: you've been away for a shoot while he's away for tour, how do you possibly keep up?
tags: idol!au, married life, long distance, romance, fluff, supportive fans, supportive members, pet names (baby, sweetheart)
warnings: npr, mentions of violence (in the movie y/n plays in), mentions of food
reader notes: afab, shorter than wonwoo
w.c: 2,568
a/n: thank you everyone for your support in the first installment! kindly reblog with tags let me know your thoughts too. You've all been so sweet. <3 The idea of the movie is inspired by and a direct adaptation of an Agatha Christie book but I won't tell you which until the show in this au finishes just to keep you from spoilers lmao! this maybe entirely self-indulgent (for now) with how smooth the showbizness is but i am aware its not exactly like this irl. but leave me alone, its fiction lmao. Again, help this rookie out if i missed anything with the tags or technicalities. I hope you like this!
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Your show, Unknown Number, only aired 4/12 episodes. It quickly became a hit, ranking fifth among South Korea’s Billboards and third in Netflix. Directors, producers, and co-stars alike attribute the success to your role–having been famous and loved for your talent in the thriller genre. With a warmth creeping up your ears, you humbly deny the cheers and credit it to the amazing writer and the hard work of each one. 
Unknown Number is a riveting story of ten individuals who had been selected as winners of some lucky draw. Their prize includes a ferry trip to an island of paradise. What a once in a lifetime deal! Upon reaching the island, the individuals discovered they were strangers amongst themselves. But to their surprise they had all the luxury and everything they needed except they were alone with no one else to manage nor care for them. Just ten people idling precious time in an island with everything they could possibly need. It was peaceful, exciting even until an unknown number began calling each individual one by one. 
And each cryptic call lead to an impending death.
Your role was a stoic, well-respected lawyer who seemingly needed that vacation as much as her companions did. 
And with the first few episodes, the audience figured your character would be the ace of the mystery with her quick thinking and calm resolve with each tense situation.
The curious and enthusiastic reception of the show had you giggling in anticipation as you scroll through the comments on your instagram. You had just posted random snippets of what went on behind the scenes without spoiling too much, your manager made sure of that. So you settle for a shot of you during one of the scenes where you were staring at the bathroom mirror, face rough with exhaustion after the first death in the show, only this time, you could see the cameras and lights set up around you. A second shot was of you and one of your co-stars, Park Shin-Hye laughing and messing around in the background over the seaweed wigs you both sported during one of the beach scenes. A third shot was one of the beach, coffee and booked perched by your side. Finally, one selfie of yourself, holding up a peace sign and wink in spite of the special effects makeup of bruises and dirt smeared over your face.
You’re sitting in one of the chairs while your stylists touch up your look, once in a while taking a sip of the iced coffee your co-star treated you. The rest of your team have done the same, either getting their retouch, taking a quick power nap, or rehearsing their lines with each other. You scroll through your phone with a barely suppressed smile.
itsy/nnn__ “Thankful for everyone’s hardwork! Please look forward to the end~”
“you did so well noona!”
“pls don’t die here hnggg, im really enjoying your character!”
“kkkkk i didn’t think shin hye unnie would be carefree like this! You’re really something else y/n unnie!”
“Love love love you!”
“you’re so pretty!”
“Noona, i have a theory you’re the unknown number kkkk”
“Where’s wonwoo?”
“❤️❤️❤️”
“Can’t wait for the next episode! Fighting!”
Most days, you wish you could do more than abide by your manager’s guidelines and send hearts to everyone. You wish you could reach through the screen and hug your fans for their sweet support. The backhanded comments in between don’t phase you anymore. Not since your husband’s leader, Seungcheol once told his fans that they were too busy receiving love that they don’t notice the hate.
One comment surprises you, however.
everyone_woo: “beautiful as always. i’m proud of you 🍳❤️“
The emoji earns you a snort, fondness blooming in your chest at the fact that its a joke understood by no one else but you two. You’re forever thankful that PLEDIS Entertainment never imposed a no-dating rule for their idols and that this would not be an issue for them given that you’re married. In fact, the publicity of your relationship only serves to heighten the status of each label or management you are under. 
The reply section goes crazy, cooing over the cuteness and teasing your husband for his forwardness as he was mostly known for his reserved and quiet nature. You can’t stop yourself from smiling widely, thankful for the support from the fans. 
itsy/nnn__: “❤️❤️❤️ see you soon!” 
And you wish for that soon to be sooner than it is. 
You’ve spent the last few weeks on the island shooting the remaining episodes while your husband was on tour. While away, you took photos of every little thing that reminded you of him and made sure to send them to your husband to let him know you saw him in every corner he wasn’t. The stray cat by the docks that reminds you of that one time you both nearly adopted one during one of your overseas vacations. The sunset hitting the sea and the sparkling sand when he blushed at your cheesiness when you wrote his name in the sand with a heart. The water lilies by the freshwater lake which was his birth flower. Even the origami boat you made with one of the table napkins. You  then sent him a teasing reminder of that one night he surprised you with dinner at home but had no idea how to fold napkins like they do in the restaurant. In a panic, he settled for folding it like a boat.
You miss him, but this was the price you had to pay for your corresponding jobs. He’d be back home in a few days but you would still need to spend two more days shooting when he is home.You could only hope that you and your team would produce exceptional performances in just a few takes. The better the outcome, the earlier the director could send you all home for a three day break before coming back to the island for the finale.
“Alright, everyone! Places in five!”
You put down your coffee as the makeup artist rushes her movements and gives you a thorough once over before sending you back to set. You thank her with a smile, rehearsing the lines in your head before you go through another grueling four hours of shoot.
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It’s 10:03 PM by the time you retire to your assigned lodging. While your colleagues had asked you to spend a few more hours for a drink by the campfire, you politely declined saying that you were exhausted. In fact, you’re a little surprised that they still have that much energy in them after so many takes of you guys running through the jungle to get that one scene’s intensity correctly. They nod in understanding, wish you a good night’s rest. 
You heave out a deep sigh once you’ve shut your door, leaning against it for reprieve your sore legs. Sometimes you wonder what insane stamina your husband holds after a full day of dance practice and a gym workout after. A hilarious irony when you think of how he’s easily drained during a six hour concert, earning him a place among the Iron Deficiency Unit. 
You check your phone to find that you’ve received a few messages from Wonwoo, your best friend, mother, Hoshi and one missed call from Wonwoo. 
wonu 🖤: hey, baby. We just got back from our little sightseeing. We’re doing some final checks on our outfits and equipment. 
[2 attached images]
You smile at the mirror selfie Wonwoo holds towards the dressing room mirror with Hoshi peeping over his shoulder in one then holding up his ‘claws’ in the second. 
wonu 🖤 hoshi had been begging me for spoilers of the show but i told him i planned to watch the whole thing in one sitting when im with you
wonu 🖤:expect to get a few messages from him.
Soonyoung: Noonnaaaaa, hi! Pls just answer this one question only and i promise not to bother you again.
Soonyoung: Is the doctor the unknown number?
You giggle a little wondering if you should answer that question. 
The following messages are sent an hour later.
wonu 🖤: they gave us the rest of the evening to rest up for tomorrow’s final rehearsal. Mingyu and some others are headed out. Im staying back with jeonghan hyung and play a couple of games on my phone. 
wonu 🖤:take care ok? I know you are working so hard. Call me anytime you are free
The last message and missed call are from thirty minutes ago, during your debriefing and dressing down to comfortable clothes.
wonu 🖤: i hope you ate well!
[attached image]
He sends you a photo of a well balanced meal in a delivery box consisting of salmon, steamed vegetables, soup, and seasoned rice.
You smile fondly, happy that he’s taking good care of himself and that he gets ample rest before their two day show in Japan. 
wonu 🖤: jeonghani hyung is going to do a quick live while we're eating and asked me to join. I told him to use his device so you could call me anytime you’re ready. I love you
Sure enough, you do see that notification from WeVerse that Jeonghan had gone live fifteen minutes ago. 
You briefly reply to the other urgent texts you receive, giving quick updates and photos you’ve taken throughout the day. You settle for answering Hoshi with a simple “Hi, hoshi. I hope you are all well and fighting on your tour! As for your question, sorry I signed an NDA :) “
You then notice a post notification from Seventeen’s official instagram account. The post was a collection of stolen shots during their previous show and a caption with a reminder of the first show the next day. You don’t notice how you kick your feet at your husband’s shot. He was looking away, handsome as ever in his fiery red jacket, dark hair slicked back, jaw at the perfect angel, tongue poking out, a habit that never fails to make you feel flustered. You then repost the same photo on your instagram story, promoting the concert as well while simply captioning it with a heart-eyed emoji.
Before you decide to call him, you think you should spare a few minutes watching said live while doing your skincare that way, you know when it is appropriate to take your husband away from his fans. An odd thought really as you had every right to. Still, you think you should pay respect and manners towards the people who support your husband and his group. 
Jeonghan is mid-conversation talking about the sights they’ve seen and the ridiculous things they bought on the way. You see your husband to his left, nodding along and taking portioned bites of his food. You smile, swooning over how his loose  plain white tee hugs his broad shoulder snugly. His hair is tucked into a beanie, a habit you know because he perhaps felt self-conscious of his lack of styling considering the time. It's easy to brush his self consciousness as ridiculous when everyone agrees how he’s effortlessly handsome and charming. But knowing Wonwoo, his unspoken thoughts get the best of him most days. You can only hope to help him through those days. 
You prop your phone by the mirror as you begin cleansing your face and start your routine. 
“Oh yeah, so I was looking for a pore strip in the pharmacy—”
You catch your husband occasionally glancing at his phone and you pick up your pace a little so you could call him as soon as you can.
“--turns out they were those nose strips that help with nasal congestion or something like that. It’s pretty cool when you have a cold.” 
You see Jeonghan reach for a packaging, showing the Carats what he’s bought. The comments are filled with wonder, love, requests that are too fast for you to even read.
“How ‘bout you, Wonwoo-ya? Wanna tell the carats what you got?”
You watch as you pat your toner, seeing how Wonwoo smiles bashfully at his bowl and before he could even formulate a response, the older man lets out a teasing, “Eeeeeyyyyyy.”
“I can’t show them, what if she sees?”
“So, today, Wonwoo came back with two–no, three bags like this size–” Jeonghan gestures a medium and small bag in the air, “--and when I asked him what he got since he rarely shops, he only showed me the smallest bag while the other two medium bags were for his wife.”
You feel your cheeks heat up beneath your fingers while you rub in your serums and oils. It's adorable how Wonwoo seemingly shrinks into himself with a quiet chuckle while the comments go ham over teasing and swooning over him.
“Hyung, it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“How would she know? You said she has a shoot, she couldn’t possibly be watching now.”
You snort at that.
“I know but the carats—”
“Ohh…right, right…Caratssss, let’s keep it a secret, okay?”
The two men laugh, knowing full well your shippers and fans will make some edit or meme over the whole ordeal.
“Aishh, sometimes I feel embarrassed that my dongsaeng is married ahead of me.”
Wonwoo laughs, poking at his food, tips of his ears you’re sure are red under that beanie.
“But you know, we’re happy for you right? S.coups always wished you’d be a little more happy than anybody else. We all do.”
You think you could get teary-eyed at that. Your husband went through alot and it didn’t help in the beginning that he was closed off and reserved. You’re glad he had his members who looked out for him, wrote songs for him, and made him smile. You’re content knowing that he had good people who would take care of him when you couldn’t. Wonwoo was slowly working on himself, his communication and his perspective of life and you feel very lucky you get to witness this on a more intimate level. 
The carats start agreeing, wishing him well with the occasional laments of wanting their own Wonwoo in their lives. Seeing as Jeonghan flustered his junior enough, he decides to switch the topic, asking the carats about whether they’ve been to Nagoya and what there is to look forward to in Japan.
You’ve completed your final step in your routine when you decide that it's the opportune time to call your husband. 
y/n 💓: “hey baby, i’m gonna call in a minute!”
You observe the shrunken screen of Jeonghan’s live, laughing at how quick Wonwoo’s eyes dart to his phone before he finds the right timing to exit and bid the carats goodnight.
You smile fondly at the way he quickly gets up, thinking of how the busyness was never an issue for you both. In spite of having some days where you could only get in a handful of texts or one voice message in a day, you discovered that time was not given, it was made. Whether it be a flirty comment on a photo, promoting the other’s project, or thinking of each other’s memories in places you’ve never been—you knew that was just one of the odd ways you’ve got each other’s heart.
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a/n: thank you! please show your support with a reblog with tags please and let me know what you wanna see next in this au <3 have the bestest day ever!
-Tomo
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literaila · 8 months
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can you please write a Peter Parker x reader one shot where the reader gets injured and when Peter comes to visit her in the hospital her crush is exposed because her heart monitor keeps going insane 🙏🙏 she’ll get really embarrassed and he may tease her a bit but ultimately her feelings end up being reciprocated. There could be some angst when she gets hurt but I am the number one fan of teeth-rotting fluff that will make me giggle and kick my feet 😍🫶 could be a friends to lovers situation or an established relationship if you’d like!!! I love ur writing <3
he’s trying to kill me
tasm!peter x fem!reader
a/n: it’s only proper for this to be a hurt reader comfort peter fic (and i mean that literally)
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“what is wrong with you?”
you’re momentarily shocked when an accompanying voice bursts through the room. the words are loud and imposing, and completely distracting you away from the already rough rasp and egg smelling breath of the doctor trying to explain how reckless you were being.
but the new voice is angrier than the first; harder and louder.
there’s still uncertain goosebumps running up your skin when he walks through the doors with his chest heaving and eyes dark, pushing past the doctor like he doesn’t even realize that the woman is there, or just doesn’t care.
but his hands are gentle as they reach you, and his face is anything but shocking.
the doctor is glancing around his shoulder, a worried look in her eyes.
quickly, your muscles relax. you’re used to this imposition. your nerves settle, and you allow peter the chance to freak out for the both of you.
his hands run over your cheeks, his eyes darting over every possible inch of skin they can find. his frown is unburdened and furious. when he is satisfied with his scan of you—all limbs accounted for—peter’s shoulders lose a bit of their tension.
although you allow peter to pull you closer to him, his eyes are threatening, and not even your small greeting of a smile gets his face to settle.
he hugs you—crushing your head against his chest—and then quickly let’s you go, like he’s just realized that you’re made of lava.
but not too far, of course. peter is well within a foot distance.
“what is wrong with you?” he repeats, but a hiss this time. a punishment awaiting its victim. a demand of you. “are you crazy?”
your brows furrow back at him. “i’m fine, peter, now shush. let me listen to the doctor.” your voice is firm, but your chastising is ruined by the tip of a smile at your lips.
your hands wrap around peters arm, moving him away from blocking your view of the doctor.
you nod for her to continue.
“your x-rays came back fine, and there’s nothing unusual about your blood work. the only concern i have is about your head—“
“her head?” peter repeats, voice a bit high. you give him a look to shut up. pinching the skin of his arm, but he doesn’t flinch. just stares at you like you might disappear. or you gained four additional eyes.
she clears her throat. “it looks to be a minor concussion, but any more blunt force trauma might worsen your condition. so it’s important that you take extra precautions in the next couple of weeks, and avoid doing anything that might affect your head. no strenuous exercise, or harsh movement.”
“so no alleyway fist fights?”
she doesn’t laugh, and neither does peter. the tension within the room remains, swirling over you like a cumulonimbus cloud.
but he does interrupt once again. “could it get worse on its own?” he asks, eyes darting between you and her. “do i need to be watching for anything? checking her pupils every once in a while, or making sure she’s not excessively napping for the next couple of days—“
“it shouldn’t be necessary.” she looks back to you, and you can see the sarcasm in her eyes. “if you develop any unusual symptoms, schedule an appointment with your physician. but otherwise, you’re free to leave whenever they bring in your paperwork.”
you feel peter sigh next to you, and you shake your head. “thanks, doc.”
“i’ll have a nurse bring in a list of information about any reoccurring symptoms, and the healing process for your brain over the next month.”
you nod.
the doctor clears her throat once again, giving you a tight lipped smile and nodding at peter, and then she runs out of the room as fast as humanly possible.
you watch her go but peter is staring at you. eventually, when you’ve been dwelling on the pattern of the tile for a moment too long, you look back.
and what you see is expected; harsh lines and worried dimples, stormy eyes and a gash of a frown ruining his otherwise perfect face.
you sigh.
peter swallows. “are you going to explain yourself?”
you lean forward, small teasing smile on your lips as you rest your chin on a hand. “explain what? my headache?”
“c’mon, i’m serious,” his frown doesn’t budge, but he nudges your leg so he can sit down next to you. “what were you thinking?”
he sighs again, shoulders falling, and leans his head next to yours. when he’s this close, you can see the lines wearing under his eyes. you can smell smoke coming off of his skin.
“i was thinking that my doctor needs to improve her bedside manner, and that my boyfriend needs to learn how to wait his turn to speak.”
“i’m not kidding. you could’ve hurt yourself—you’ve already got a concussion.”
“a minor concussion.”
“does it matter?” peter mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
“i’m fine, baby, all bandaged up and everything.”
peter pushes himself up, meeting your eyes with an unfound passion. “this time,” he urges, getting closer, he glances at the door. “but what about next time when you decide to jump off a building just to prove you can fly?”
“i’m not icarus,” you shake your head. “you needed help, peter. i’m not going to let someone get hurt just so i don’t.”
“that’s my job.”
“that’s every good samaritans job,” you roll your eyes, hand brushing through his hair, feeling the dirt build up under your fingertips. “just because you have an advantage over everyone else doesn’t mean that you’re the only one who gets to be a hero.”
“dying isn’t heroic.”
you scoff. “that’s actually the most heroic thing a person can do, but i’m going to let you have this one so you don’t go and get any ideas.”
he bites his lip, swallowing. “you could’ve gotten hurt.”
“well so could you, but you don’t see me bursting into your room and interrupting—“
“that’s not the same thing.”
“how, peter?” you ask, shaking your head and giving him a small smile. “how is this any different?”
“because i can handle it!”
he moves away from you, and throws his head back, sighing out of frustration and looking at you with gentler, more pained eyes. “i can handle it,” he repeats.
“are you saying that if you were standing where i was you wouldn’t have pushed that woman out of the way?”
“i—“
“you cant expect me to watch you save everyone and not help when i can.”
peters eyes catch yours, and you watch him struggle to speak. but eventually he whispers, “you got hurt.”
“i’m okay, though. really.”
“i don’t…” peter shakes his head. “i don’t want, i can’t—ugh.”
you reach for his hand, running a finger over bruised knuckles. “i appreciate your concern,” you tell him, softly. “i know you’re just worried, but you have to let me make my own decisions. you cant rescue everyone all the time.”
“you would be enough.”
you snort. “peter, you have the worlds biggest savior complex. if you let a single person get hurt—even if they live in antarctica—you brood for days. i don’t expect you to watch other people suffer, but i need you to respect the same for me.”
your words are almost biting.
there’s a moment where peter looks at you, and then glances towards the wall. “are you mad?”
you frown. “no, of course not. annoyed or frustrated, maybe. but not mad.”
he gestures beside you with his head. “your hearts beating really fast.”
you look over to the screen next to your head, watching the lines rise and fall rapidly. and then down to your finger, with the cursed device making it apparent to everyone in the room.
“that’s just my resting heart rate,” you say, curled lip and waved hand.”
peter licks his lip. “oh, really?”
“yes, peter. you put on the finger thingy and let’s see how fast your hearts going.”
“i’m not the patient here. are you feeling alright? light headed? dizzy?”
“i’m feeling interrogated.”
peter moves closer to you, eyes darting towards the screen by your head, then to your eyes. he moves away, and his eyes squint. “hmm.”
you look with him, furrowed brows. “what?“
he leans forward again. “there seems to be a common factor.”
“i already told you—“
“every time i move closer to you your heart rate spikes.”
you roll your eyes. “that’s because i’m mad at you.”
“i thought you said you weren’t mad?”
“things have changed.”
peter laughs and leans down to kiss your hairline. when he moves back his eyes aren’t on you. a small smirk falls on his lips, and he moves to kiss your cheek. and then the other.
you don’t need to watch your heart rate to feel the heat rising in your chest.
he leaves a peck on your nose, and moves to kiss the side of your jaw. his kisses are gentle and ticklish, and when his nose runs along your cheekbone, you have to refrain from shivering.
he’s incredibly annoying.
peter moves back as little as possible so he can watch the screen. “maybe i should leave the room.”
“maybe you should get over yourself.”
peter moves forward again, kissing your cupids bow. and then his lips are at your ear and his fingertips are grazing your jaw.
“you first,” he whispers.
you groan and tilt your head, trying to shake him off of you. “this isn’t fair. get your own monitor.”
“let’s just focus on you right now.”
your hand locks around his neck, the other moving to his hair. peters eyes are almost shocked at the feeling, but his momentary surprise gives you the perfect opportunity to pull him closer.
to actually kiss him and avoid dying of any more teasing.
peters smile is evident against your lips, but he doesn’t move away, and his breath meets your own in gentle strokes.
his hand is smooth as he tilts your chin up.
you can feel your own heartbeat, but peter takes his other hand so he can rest two fingers against your neck, feeling for your pulse.
you want to die at the feeling.
“interesting,” he says, his lips brushing yours.
you roll your eyes while they’re still closed, and hope that he can feel it. “shut up.”
peter laughs again, and guides you in short but tense kisses, like he’s trying to make sure that you’re still breathing.
he doesn’t budge when you try to force him closer.
and before you can get him to kiss you properly again, there’s a clearing of a throat, and a different kind of spike in your heartbeat.
a nurse stands behind peter, looking a bit uncomfortable.
peter moves away, swallowing, and greeting the nurse with a shake of his hand. she’s holding a clipboard and a juice box, giving the two of you a brief smile. “sorry to interrupt,” she says.
peter laughs and looks back at you with wide eyes.
you smile, then point at peter. “he’s trying to kill me.”
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chososchalupa · 27 days
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Hey how about Bsd men (such as Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Atsushi and anyone of your choice) cooking for their s/o!reader? Love your writing btw!
thank you!! <3
cooking for you
includes - Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Atsushi
wc - 420, 239, 346, 339, 325
not proof read once again bc i am just too sleepy
Dazai -
You sniffled as you laid your head on Dazais lap, you had woken up with the worst cold and no matter how much medicine you took, it was not going away.
Dazai ran his fingers through your hair softly, “You feeling okay?”
You nodded, not wanting to speak due to your sore throat.
“You know, Mori used to make this special soup whenever he was ill. I could get the recipe from him and make it for you” Dazai smiled
You laughed softly, “I’m okay, ‘Samu. Thank you”
Dazai very rarely cooked and when he did, it didn’t come out the best and you did not want to upset your stomach even more.
You watched as Dazai pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Mori. “I have to go to the store to get the ingredients, will you be okay?”
You sighed, of course he would refuse to listen to your denial. “I’ll be okay. You can just get a can of soup. You don’t need to cook for me”
Dazai simply waved his hand, dismissing your words. “I’ll be right back!” he smiled, kissing your cheek.
You must have fallen asleep while Dazai was gone as you awoke to a blaring sound coming from the kitchen. The fire alarm. Of course.
You got up from the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket and walked towards the sound. You walked in to see a pot of soup on the stove, and your boyfriend fanning the smoke alarm.
“You’re awake! Perfect timing!” Dazai smiled, turning to face you once the alarm had subsided.
You nodded and sat at the table, watching as he poured you a bowl of the soup he had made.
“This will make you feel much better,” Dazai smiled, placing the bowl in front of you.
You thanked him as you looked into the bowl, it looked and smelled great but your expectations were still low.
Dazai sat next to you and watched as you moved your spoon of soup into your mouth, “What do you think?”
You swallowed and smiled up at him, “It’s really good. Thank you”
For once, you weren't lying about his cooking. It did taste good, way better than you were expecting. You finished the bowl and mumbled something about needing a nap causing Dazai to smile, lifting you up from your chair and carrying you to your shared bed.
You’re still not sure what Dazai put in his soup, but you woke up feeling much better thanks to him.
Chuuya -
You opened your eyes to the morning sun shining bright into your bedroom, you looked over and realized your boyfriend, Chuuya, wasn’t in bed with you as he normally is. 
‘Mori must have called’ you thought as you rolled out of bed. 
With Chuuya gone, you were in no rush to get ready. You picked out an outfit from your closet and went to the bathroom to finish your morning routine. 
As you exited the shower, you could smell pancakes in the air. Confused, you quickly got dressed and walked to the kitchen.
“About time you woke up!” Chuuya laughed as he turned away from the stove.
You glanced down at his body, he had on your apron and was covered in pancake mix. You giggled softly as you wrapped your arms around him, “I thought you had left this morning”
Chuuya returned the hug before turning back around to flip the pancakes he had on the stove. “Nope! Boss said i’m free for the weekend”
“About time” You responded, sitting at the bar in your kitchen as you watched your boyfriend continue making breakfast.
The two of you talked about Chuuyas upcoming mission until he was finally done cooking. He plated you both a full plate and came to sit down beside you.
“This is delicious, Chu” You smiled
“I’m glad you like it” He responded, kissing your cheek. Leaving the residue of maple syrup on your face.
Fyodor -
You sighed loudly as you walked into Fyodor's office.
“What is it, my love?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of his monitors.
“Are you going to be in here all day?” You asked, sitting on top of his desk.
Fyodor sighed and turned towards you, grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to it, “I’m sorry. This is very important. You understand, yes?”
You gave a fake smile and nodded, “Of course. I may ask Sigma if he’d like to go shopping”
Fyodor nodded and gave one last kiss to your hand before turning back to the screens in front of him, “Be safe”
You quickly left the office and sent a text to Sigma, letting him know that you’d be on your way soon.
“Can you believe he forgot our anniversary?!” You asked as Sigma got into the car beside you.
“I’m a bit surprised” He responded, “He is always going on how much you mean to him”
“He’s just always so caught up in work” 
“Maybe he is planning something for tonight?”
“Maybe” You sighed
By the time you and Sigma had finished shopping, it had been well past dinner. 
“Should we go out?” You asked
Sigma gave a sad smile, “I can’t tonight. I unfortunately have plans with Nikolai. Besides, Fyodor may have plans for the two of you” 
“If he ever stops staring at his monitors” you laughed
You had finally gotten home after dropping Sigma off, you walked through your front door expecting to have to drag Fyodor out of his office yourself but the sight in front of you had made you freeze. 
“Welcome home, my love!” Fyodor smiled, as he pulled a rack of lamb from the stove. “I made us dinner for tonight. I hope you are hungry”
You couldn’t help the wide smile that came onto your face
“I thought you forgot” you whispered, going to hug your boyfriend of five years.
“How could I forget such an important day?” He responded, “I am done working for today, let’s eat and celebrate our anniversary, yeah?”
Akutagawa -
“What are you doing for your birthday tonight? Are you and Ryu doing anything?” Gin asked as the two of you walked from the Port Mafia building to her and Akutagawa's shared apartment. 
“Nothing that I know of. He hasn't even said ‘Happy Birthday’ to me yet” You sighed
“Really? Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen him since I left this morning. I wonder if he’s feeling ill”
As you approached their apartment, you allowed Gin to enter first. You went to follow but was abruptly stopped when she turned around with her finger pressed to her lips, “Listen” she whispered
The two of you stood in the doorway as you heard two voices coming from the kitchen,
“Is that Chuuya?” You whispered, “There’s no way he got here before we did. He hadn’t even left his office when we left!”
Gin shrugged as the two of you listened 
“Akutagawa, please don’t make me go over there. Baking a cake should not be this difficult.”
“They’re on facetime” Gin giggled
“Baking a cake?” You whispered back
Gin nodded before Akutagawa spoke,
“They could get here any minute, Chuuya! What should I do?!”
“Put the cake in the fucking oven! I’m hanging up”
You heard Akutagawa sigh as the call ended, “I hope i’m not fucking this up”
“Fucking what up?” Gin asked, walking into the house with you following behind.
Akutagawa spun around, his face a beat red, “I am baking a cake”
“A cake? What flavor?” You asked
“It is vanilla with chocolate frosting”
“My favorite!” you smiled, walking over and kissing your boyfriend.
“I know,” He smiled, “I hope it’s good. I’ve never baked anything before”
“We heard,” Gin laughed, “We were outside the whole time you were on the phone with Chuuya”
You giggled as Akutagawa’s eyes widened, “Go” he replied, pointing towards Gin’s bedroom.
She laughed and waved at you before turning to her room
“It will be good, Aku. Thank you” You smiled up at him
“Of course, darling. Happy birthday”
Atsushi -
“Atsushi” you whined, laying your head on his desk.
The two of you had been stuck doing paperwork since this morning, hours had past and the only thing you’ve had to eat today was a donut that Ranpo had given you in exchange for doing his paperwork as well.
“We’re almost done,” Atsushi responded, continuing to type on his computer.
“You’d be done a lot faster if you stopped. talking.” Kunikida said, glaring at the two of you
You rolled your eyes before going back to your desk. Although, it was only another fifteen minutes before you were complaining again.
“You are almost as bad as Dazai,” Kunikida said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Atsushi stood from his desk, “I’m finished mine. I’ll be right back, okay?”
You nodded as you laid your head back on your desk, this was going to take forever.
You ended up finishing two papers before your boyfriend came back, covered in sweat.
“Where did you go? Why do you look like you just ran five miles?” You asked, looking down at the bag in his hand.
“I did run five miles” He replied, lifting the bag in his hand up “I went to the store and got us food!”
You nearly jumped from your chair as Atsushi pulled two cup ramens from the bag, “This should be enough until you’re finished with yours and Ranpos papers. We can go out once we’re done!”
“You are the absolute best, Atsushi” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek as you took the food from his hand.
You went to leave the room, going to make your noodles until you heard Kunikida yell, “Get back to work!”
You went to yell back but Atsushi grabbing the food from your hand distracted you, “Go back. I’ll make it for us”
You smiled and nodded, heading back to your desk to finish up the never-ending pile of work that was waiting for you.
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Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You moan, breath shallow and fleeting, chest burning, muscles aching. You rock frantically, chasing the spark eluding his touch. Almost, almost, and he loses it again.
You growl as you slip your arm between your bodies and swat away Andy's hand. You swirl your fingers around your clit, bucking in his lap as you restoke the flame. So close...
"Mmm, slow down," he nuzzles your neck, his other hand clawing at the fabric of your shirt, "easy..."
"Can't," you puff and hang your head back, arching your spine as you clench, urging on your mounting orgasm, "come on... just a little..."
You growl as you cum, spasming but keeping your urgent pace. You ride out your climax and draw him closer, burying his face in your tits as you pump your hips. You ignore the pangs your effort sends shooting up your back.
"Baby..." he rasps into a sudden gurgle.
His arm hooks around you tightly as he paws your swollen tits. You feel his muscles tauten then release at once. He shakes as he cums, heaving out his pleasure in gritty grunt. You slow and let him sit back as you fan yourself, gasping to catch your breath.
He closes his eyes as he rests his head against the couch. You grip his hip and push yourself off of him. The condom is glistening with your excess and the oily lube, the inside slick with his cum. You find your leggings and quickly pull them up your legs.
Andy opens one eye and watches you, "that was quick..."
"Gotta get back," you let the elastic snap back against your stomach, "told Dot I was going for a walk..."
"Hmm, it's always... quick," he mulls as his other eyes flicks open.
You sigh and chew your lip as you face him, hands on your side. You shake your head and shrug.
"What do you want? I don't have time for it to be anything else, Andy. I have a child and--"
"And? Where's your husband?" He leans forward, sliding the condom off his softening dick, "hmm? Who's the one taking you grocery shopping? Who's rocking Luna to sleep while you get a nap in?"
"I know, I know," you look away, poking your tongue in your cheek, "hopefully you can understand how my husband's absence might make me a bit... distant. We both know what this is."
"What is it?" He stands and grabs a tissue, wrapping the condom in it before he takes another, cleaning up his hand and sickened dick.
"Are you serious? What do you think? We're fucking. That's... it?"
"That's it," he says grimly and he tucks himself into his briefs, "got it."
You drop your chin. You don't have the time or energy to argue with him.
"Why don't you leave him?" He asks at last.
You scoff and fix your shirt. You go to the black TV screen and check your reflection, tidying yourself before you approach the doorway.
"For you? Andy, come on."
"Why not?"
"Because, I'm not doing that again. Besides, you don't need that mess," you stop and look back at him, "but we can stop this if it's not what you thought--"
"No, I don't want to stop," he interrupts, "I understand now. I just wanted to clear things up."
"Sure," you step into the hallway, "see ya."
You let yourself out, closing the door before he can catch it behind you. You tramp down the walkway and sniff. Of course, you should've known better.
Andy's a lot more sentimental than Lloyd, one week and he's already questioning a simple arrangement. You fuck and go on your merry ways.
Well, that's how things were meant to be with the last idiot too.
You get back to the house. Dottie's voice carries through the airy space as she sings to the squalling baby. There's been a lot of that lately.
"Hey," you greet as you enter the front room, "she hungry?"
"Oh, thank god," Dottie rushes over to you, "I think so, hun."
You take the baby and sit down with her. You're starting to hurt anyway. You slip down the strap of your tanktop and undo the cup of your nursing bra. It's wet already.
You angle the infant in your arm and focus on getting her latched. She suckles loudly as you sigh in relief. The tugging of her feeding eases the tension from you.
"How was your walk?" Dottie asks as she hovers nearby.
"Great. Getting colder out."
"Should take a sweater next time," she girds, "but looks like you got a good workout in."
"Mmm, yeah, needa sweat off this baby weight," you mutter.
"Yeah, well, there's those walking machines upstairs... I been doing about a half-hour myself," she refers to the treadmills in the home gym.
"Yeah, uh, I'd rather not go in there..." you roll your eyes.
This whole house reminds you of him and how he just left you to this purgatory. You don't need to make that any worse. Any excuse to get out is a blessing.
"She's starting to look like ya," Dottie leans over the back of the couch, "isn't she precious?"
You don't answer. You watch the baby. You don't feel that same loathing as before, you're not purely irritated by her very existed but you're not entirely sure what you feel. Indifference, numbness. She's just a constant in your life now.
"I was thinkin', we could go down to the--"
The front door thuds. You jump, squeezing the child tight so she looses her grip on your tit. You swear and relatch her as the hinges swing open and the door hits the shoe rack with a horrid clatter. Dottie spins and lets out a confused exclamation.
"Now what is all this--"
"Get in there, boy!" Harlan's voice booms around the entry way, echoing with an anger you've never heard before, "'fore I lash ya like I shoulda years ago."
You hear something, rather someone, land on the floor heavily. You cradle the baby close and push yourself up with one arm. You walk around awkwardly and come up beside Dottie in the archway.
You see Lloyd on the floor, bloodied and panting, as Harlan grips his ribs and snarls at him. Your chest feels ready to collapse in on itself as you stare at the figure slumped across the hardwood. He raises his head and his sparkling eyes meet yours, dark circles encasing them. He bears his teeth in a smirk and wink, pushing himself to one knee.
"Honey..." he breathes deeply, "I'm home..."
You're paralysed in the spot. Your skin speckles with vibrant heat, the kind that makes you itchy. You're dizzy in shock? Anger? Disbelief? You thought so many times of how you would scream and slap and howl at this man if he ever showed his face again.
Yet you can't. He deserves none of that. He deserves exactly what he gave you. Nothing.
You come forward, hugging the child close. He reaches up as you near, "can I hold her?"
You step past him before he can get to his feet and you go up the stairs. Not a glance, not a word in his direction.
"Peaches..." Lloyd hollers as he goes to follow but you hear Harlan hiss and stop him.
Your heart is racing, your ears are buzzing, and your skin is crawling. You close yourself in the guest room and put the baby in her bassinette, leaving her hungry and your chest still heavy. As she starts to cry, you sit and drop your head in your hands, letting yourself do the same.
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yujo-nishimura · 5 months
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The confession
Warning: Non, just fluff <3 Luffy x Reader (before time-skip and on the Going Merry, since that is my favorite ship). English is not my native language, apologies for the mistakes.
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It was a normal sunny day on the Going Merry. You had promised to help scrubbing the deck since nothing more exciting seemed to lie ahead for a week and everyone else was busy - Sanji was in the kitchen, creating the usual abundance of snacks for you, Nami and Robin. Zoro was napping, Usopp was creating another extraordinary weapon of his and Chopper was working on a medication for seasickness. Luffy was just Luffy and watching you while you were on your knees scrubbing the planks with a brush. The sun was burning and you took short breaks in between taking some sips of water and fan yourself in a feeble attempt to cool off.
"Hey! I need you to talk with me whenever you're finished with that chore." You suddenly hear your captain saying this and he waves with a big grin and his stretchy arm from the second level of the ship.
"Sure! I am almost done with cleaning the deck.. let me finish here and then I will come to you."
Luffy's grin stretched wider, and the gleam of excitement sparkled in his eyes. "Hopefully, it's not another ridiculous escapade or him pestering me about stealing more of Sanji's food," you muttered under your breath as you finished the final wooden plank on the starboard side of the ship. "Awesome! Hurry up, I'm really looking forward to talking to you," Luffy called out, his voice full of anticipation.
As you made your way towards the kitchen to return the bucket and the brush you wonder what seems to be so important for your captain to talk with you about. You look up to the second level of the ship and watch Luffy absentmindedly stretching his arms, bouncing up and down with the energy of a kid on a sugar rush. You giggle and enter the kitchen, smiling at Sanji who is immediately enamored by your presence and calls you "Y/n-chwaaan".
You decide to surprise Luffy - you know how happy he is whenever you get him food and witnessing his sheer joy whenever you provided him with a snack warmed your heart. "Sanji, would you have some snacks for me?" "Anything for you, Y/n-chwan, would you like some ice-cream, cookies or maybe something more sophisticated, a sorbet or a Crème Brûlée?"
You can see the sheer disappointment in his face when you point at the wrapped rice crackers on the kitchen table.
You are grabbing some of the crackers, escaping Sanji's desperate attempt to convince you to stay in the kitchen. With the delicious goods you acquired you run up to Luffy in high spirits. With him as a captain it is never a dull moment and you are excited to hear what he has to tell you. "Here Luffy, I got us some snacks from the kitchen!"
Luffy's eyes lit up as you approached him with the snacks. He eagerly took the rice crackers from you, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
"Thanks! You always know how to make me happy," Luffy said with a wide grin, his excitement evident. He quickly devoured a rice cracker, savoring the crunch and flavor.
As he chewed, Luffy's expression turned serious for a moment. He swallowed and looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of earnestness and nervousness. "Hey, um… I wanted to talk to you about something important. It's been on my mind for a while now." Luffy paused, gathering his thoughts.
"I've been feeling… different lately. Like, whenever you're around, my heart beats faster and I can't stop thinking about you. It's confusing, but I think… I think I might have some feelings for you." Luffy scratched his head, a slightly sheepish expression on his face.
"You're not just my crewmate, you're my friend, and… maybe even something more." Luffy's cheeks reddened slightly as he finished his confession.
He looked at you, a mix of hope and uncertainty in his eyes, waiting for your response.
Surprised about what Luffy said you forget to chew for a moment and start coughing over the dry rice cracker. You had expected anything. A stupid adventure suggestion, his demand for more food, him trying to make you laugh with funny faces. But not that. Not his confession. "Feelings for me? But you're my captain…" you blush as well, not sure what else to say. Luffy, undeniably attractive, exuded an aura of safety and comfort that enveloped you. His enchanting, childlike charm and unwavering determination were the traits that captivated you the most. However, the notion of having romantic feelings for him had never entered your mind until now. "I appreciate your honesty, Luffy," you finally managed to respond, grateful for his openness. And then you fall silent. You just cough a little bit from the cracker.
Once you had recovered from your coughing fit, Luffy listened attentively to your response. He could sense your surprise and uncertainty, and he understood that his confession had caught you off guard. He nodded, appreciating your honesty in return.
"Yeah, I know I'm your captain and all, but… I can't help how I feel," Luffy replied, his voice soft and sincere. "I understand if you need time to process this. It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to be honest with you because you mean a lot to me."
The sudden emotional maturity displayed by this usually childlike captain caught you completely off guard, causing your heart to race faster.
Luffy's gaze remained steady, his expression a mix of hope and understanding. He didn't want to pressure you into anything; he just wanted you to know how he felt.
You say the first thing that comes to your mind, just like him you decide to speak without hesitation:
"I'm afraid that if I like you more than I already do that I need to worry about you all the time and that I could eventually lose you. The mere thought of losing you, Luffy, is unbearable..." As the words escaped your lips, you became aware of just how much he meant to you. Overwhelmed by a sudden need for reassurance, you impulsively leap forward into his arms.
Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly leap into his arms, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close. His heart raced, a mix of joy and relief flooding through him.
"Hey, don't worry," Luffy said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I may get into trouble sometimes, but I always find a way to come back. And having you by my side, caring about me... it means everything to me."
As he held you, Luffy couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. He had never imagined that his confession would be reciprocated, and now that it had, he felt an even stronger connection with you.
"I promise to always protect you, no matter what," Luffy said softly, his tone filled with determination. "And together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way. We're a team, after all."
Luffy gently pulled away from the embrace, a bright smile on his face. "I'm really glad you feel the same way, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us, both as friends and... maybe something more."
With that, Luffy leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, a gesture filled with warmth and affection.
You blushed, feeling suddenly an overwhelming feeling of joy. "But what about the others? What shall we say to our crew?"
Luffy scratched his head, thinking about your question. He pondered for a moment before answering with his usual straightforwardness.
"I don't think we need to keep it a secret," Luffy replied, his eyes filled with determination. "Our crew is like a family, and they'll understand. We've been through so much together."
He paused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Plus, they'll probably figure it out anyway. They know me too well!"
Luffy's carefree attitude and confidence in his crew's acceptance made you feel more at ease. You trusted his judgment, knowing that he always had the best intentions.
"So, let's tell them together," Luffy said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to see their reactions!"
"Right now?" a little screech escapes your mouth.
"Why not?", he starts laughing and grabbing your hand, his grip filled with warmth and support. He drags you to the lower level of the ship, to the rest of the crew, ready to share your newfound happiness with your friends on the Going Merry.
Comment if you want a part 2 with the crew's reaction, if not I will conclude the story here. :)
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strawberrypockybox · 11 months
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—𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 !
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ft. Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Rin Itoshi, Sae itoshi, chigiri hyoma.
summary: they meet your younger sibling for the first time
warnings: fluff. the sibling is pretty young (more like baby sibling? Idk), use of pet names, established relationship.
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—𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢
he was good with kids. His gentle side always felt like a blessing when it was the time you would see children running around in public.
One time you and isagi were having a walk hand in hand, but as the two of you admired the sunset, a kid tugged on isagi’s sleeve.
“excuse me sir.” the little boy said looking at your boyfriend with big rounded eyes. Your eyes sparkled as you watched the interaction “I’m a big fan of yours. Can I shake your hand?” That made you melt as his little chubby fingers got to hold Yoichi’s free hand. He gave him a big smile as they exchanged a few words about soccer, but you couldn’t see anything than yoichi and his kindness, how he was so gentle and kind to the child treating him like he wasn’t just someone that admired him, but like they could be friends.
As yoichi waved a goodbye and the little child ran off to his parents with a big grin, he turned to you.
“didn’t know you were so good with kids” you muttered still amazed by how smoothly he got along with his new friend.
“oh I am? Well he was really kind. I didn’t know I have “fans” “.
“Yoichi I told you I am your biggest fan.” And to that he just laughed and kissed your cheek. But you didn’t tell no joke.
After that, you started to consider that your boyfriend must meet your younger sibling. Just the thought of them getting along got you so giddy.
You couldn’t sleep thinking about this, so you took matters in your own hands.
you 3:12 a.m. : YOICHI YOU HAVE TO COME TOMORROW OVER FOR DINNER. I need you to meet my younger sibling.
yoichi♡ 6:10 : baby, you have to get your rest. and I’ll be there, no worries
you smiled at his text, the whole day just impatiently waiting for him.
As you heard the ding of the bell from the front door, you rushed from your room.
You called for your sibling to come meet your boy, and they happily nodded.
You opened the door to reveal a very happy Yoichi with a pretty bouquet of flowers glancing at the tiny human that was hiding behind your legs.
“hi [name]!” he said as he handed you the beautiful flowers and hugged you. He then crouched down to your sibling’s eye level extending his hand out.
“and hello there, I’m yoichi! Let’s be friends, what do you say?”
And you kind of got jealous at how much time your lover would spend time with your younger relative. But at the same time it was one of the prettiest sights.
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—𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨
Nagi entered your house when he heard a muffled “come in”, his nose stuck in his gaming console as he raised his eyes for a second to greet you.
You gave him a sweet smile as you were busy making him lemon tea, since you knew he will be coming over.
Giving him a kiss on his cheek, you let him know that you’ll soon finish your kitchen duties and join him in the living room.
Nagi loved staying over at your place. It was always so warm and it smelled like you. He could already feel himself dozing off as he laid on your soft sofa, but he knew that even a nap would give him a sore back so he settled for one more round on his video game, as he knew you’d be right next to him soon.
He let out a satisfied huff when he saw the bold text that wrote “victory” on his screen, quickly putting his console away.
His eyes started to wonder across the room, stopping when he saw a picture on the coffee table with you and your younger sibling. Both of you were smiling so brightly as nagi felt his heart jump a little seeing you two so happy.
He knew you had a sibling you had to most of the times take care of. That made him sometimes wish he had someone to take care of too, but he reminded himself that he has you and choki to be there for him.
These thoughts came to an end, as he quickly turned his head around when he started to feel watched, being met with a pair of curios eyes.
The kid let out a yelp when nagi raised his hand to wave at them, quickly hiding behind the wall.
“It’s okay.” He said to assure the child “you’re [name]’s sibling, right? I’m nagi, but you can call me sei. How does that sound?” He didn’t want to scare them away.
The child’s head peaked again at nagi, but their eyes were now looking like they were blessed with sparkles.
Quickly they ran to him, jumping on the sofa next to him.
“you’re [name]’s boyfriend! they talk about you all the time! You play football right?” they beamed, looking at him with so much excitement.
“yeah, that’s me.” he replied with a soft smile. “do you like video games?” he found himself asking as your younger sibling nodded their head a little too fast.
They watched nagi play, asking questions here and there, to which nagi replied with a lot of patience, explaining everything that made the child next to him confused.
You joined them giving nagi a head pat, thanking him for keeping your sibling busy as you went to their room to put them to bed.
but immediately when you came back, nagi’s sentence hit you like a punch, leaving you unintentionally a stuttering mess:
“you’d make an amazing parent, [name].”
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—𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
you and Rin were resting after a long day at your place, both of you under the warm covers your bed provided. Almost dozing off into dreamland, Rin started to kiss you all over your face.
You giggled as he pressed his lips along your jaw, cheeks and nose, your fingers cupped his face as you returned the gesture.
“what got into you?” you asked him in between kisses. these were your favorite moments, when Rin let himself be vulnerable in your presence. He always found comfort in it, and this was his own special way of letting you know that.
“nothing. Am I not allowed to kiss you?” he looked at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your response.
“not at all. I was quite enjoying that.”
But a sudden swing of your door interrupted the soft moment. You widened your eyes as you let out a quiet “shh” as Rin started to visibly freak out.
He didn’t know who it was and that scared him more, but his cheeks started to grow pink as you got closer to his face.
“it’s my younger sibling Rin. Don’t have a heart attack or something on me.” you whispered but you were trying really hard not to laugh.
“[name]?” an unsure soft voice asked out, as their little feet reached your bed.
And that was it. You started to laugh so loud as you suddenly sat up, still not stopping the chuckles that were leaving your lips, your tummy started to hurt.
“hi [sibling name]! do you want to meet someone?” you said with a smirk, turning around at Rin, that covered half of his face with your blanket quickly shaking his head, giving you one of his signature glares. But it wasn’t like they affected you.
the child looked up at you with sparkling eyes as you got them in the comfort of your bed.
Rin was now also sat up, with his face in his knees muttering a “hey.”
But your sibling only glanced at you saying “[name], why is a boy in your bed?” with a blank stare.
And Rin thought he will fucking die on the spot.
You giggled “this isn’t any boy! This is my boy! Remember when I showed you pictures of him a few days ago and you agreed he was cute?”
The kid let out a small “oooh” as Rin felt the tips of ears grow hot.
This wasn’t the way he wanted to meet your sibling but he surely enjoyed the way they were saying embarrassing stuff about you as you tried to quickly shush them down from revealing more.
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—𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
Sae has been over your place before. He even got to meet your parents but he never seen your younger sibling.
You were often giggling and smiling whenever [sibling name] was brought up, telling him that they were so energetic always jumping up and down. And every time, the corners of his lips would tug up when he was hearing another silly story or event that implied them.
To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was really scared. What if your sibling doesn’t like him? They make a sour face? Whisper to you something like “why is he like that”?
That would be his biggest nightmare.
He, of course, didn’t tell you this, and you got worried seeing him bounce his leg up and down while the two of you were watching some movie on the couch. You decided to ask what was wrong, but as expected, you earned an “everything’s okay, don’t worry.”
He thought that kids are harder to please, even if they are little. With adults you could sugar coat some words and have some manners to earn their respect. But children? That wouldn’t work out.
He heard the front door open, and some giggles along with it.
“I’m hoooome!!” your sibling yelled out as they made their way into the room.
“oh.” they said seeing sae, looking at him freezing into place. And sae froze too. You looked at the both of them waiting for their next move, slightly smiling.
“hi” sae started getting up from the couch, and hearing him the child smiled wildly as they ran over to sae to hug him.
“hi! I know you! [name] tells me all the time about you! Thank you for taking care of them! Do you play soccer? That’s cool!” your sibling started to ramble and it didn’t seem like they would stop anytime soon.
But your heart melted as you’ve seen your boyfriend listen to everything they had to say and answer each question with patience.
You kissed the forehead of the both of them as you left the kitchen. “Seems like you two will be good friends” and with a wink you left.
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—𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚
Chigiri absolutely loved having sleepovers with you. Especially when you two created your own skin care routine.
He really liked how that was your own thing, and a fun way you got to spend quality time together, taking care of each other was one of his favorite things.
He liked even the silly animal face masks and how you bursted out laughing whenever you saw his face in the mirror, earning an annoyed huff from him. You always had to assure him you were joking and that you didn’t make fun of him, but the only way he’d ever forgive you was if you kissed him and watched the movie he picks.
You agreed to his terms, not wanting to upset him(but in reality you didn’t mind kissing him, and he always picked the best movies too.)
But tonight it seems like the two of you got interrupted. More like chigiri, since he was the only one standing in the bathroom tidying up after you left everything like a mess on the counter.
Your sibling was standing in the doorway of your bathroom with their favorite plushie in hand, eyes filled with tears as they looked up at chigiri.
First thing he did? He panicked.
Where were you? Oh-uh your sibling is about to cry and he doesn’t know what to do.
“where’s [name]?” The child asked chigiri in a wobbly voice, and honestly? He wanted to know that too.
“hey it’s okay.” Chigiri said crouching down to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall out. “bad dream huh? ‘m sure [name] will be back soon, yeah?” the kid only nodded as chigiri raised your sibling up from the ground, tucking them in your bed, ruffling their hair that was similar to yours.
They quickly dozed off as chigiri smiled proudly.
You entered the room only to be met, with the softest sight you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Not that you were complaining.
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a/n : yes. I have a younger brother, I just hope I wrote this right. Ik kids get annoying sometimes, but I CRAVED this type of fluff. soft boys 4 lyfe.
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xavierbunbun · 15 days
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🜲𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Crowning Love: A Familiar Movie
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⤿genre: romance, comedy
⤿tags: xavier x mc, dating, xavier's lightseeking myths (Kindled) reference, hypothetical questions, royalty, nostalgia, banter
As you and Xavier watched a royal movie from decades ago, you noticed Xavier drifting off on the couch, showcasing his ability to catch a quick nap even during entertainment. You chuckled and gently caressed his face lovingly before turning back to the screen.
The movie goes on and you couldn't help but ask, "Xav, if you were a prince and were betrothed to a princess before you met me, what would you have done?"
Xavier's slightly drooping eyes suddenly widen with a knowing smile. "Well, if I were a prince and had been betrothed to a princess before meeting you, my dear," he began, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.
"I would have done everything in my power to ensure that our marriage was annulled immediately upon discovering your existence," he continued with a subtle nod.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Then, I would have spent the rest of my life proving to you that you are worth far more than any crown or title."
His eyes twinkled mischievously as he added, "Plus, I'd have gotten to wear that elegant suit again." You paused to try to get what he was saying about the suit but quickly ignored that thought.
"Well, lucky for you, I'm no princess," you remarked. Xavier smiled, clearly pleased by your response. "Lucky for me indeed," he replied, his tone teasing.
"But don't worry, my love. Even if you were a princess, I'd still have chosen you over any crown or kingdom." He leaned in closer, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You were already my queen, after all." Little did you know the fact behind his words.
"Does that mean you would have rather lived in that small district next to Bloomshore with me than lived as a prince in a castle? No carriage, no feasts!" You challenged.
Xavier laughed lightly, amused by your playful banter and the irony of the question. "To be honest, I've never been much of a fan of castles," he admitted with a shrug.
"They always seemed so cold and impersonal. Give me a cozy cabin in the woods any day, especially if it meant being with you," he said and oh how much he meant it.
He paused, considering your question. "Of course, if we have access to both, I wouldn't complain about the occasional feast or grand ball," he added with an eye smile. "But as long as I have you by my side, I could live happily in a cardboard box."
You laughed at Xavier's words, teasing him, "A cardboard box? Alright, then that's where you'll be sleeping, from tonight."
Xavier pouted playfully, pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, very funny," he said, swatting lightly at your arm. "Just remember, you're stuck with me, princess or no princess." He smiled warmly, enjoying your playful banter.
As you continued to watch the show, Xavier couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond you shared – a bond that transcended titles, food or sleep for that matter. All he needed was you by his side; it always had been.
As he watched the movie, memories came flooding in – you helping him put on his brooch, both of you laying on the platform of the clock tower with the delightful breeze, him giving you a piggyback ride under the night sky, but your voice snapped him back to reality.
"Why were you swatting my arm, huh? That's not very princely of you," you chuckled. Xavier laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, but I am not a prince anymore, remember?" he teased back.
"Now I am just a regular guy who happened to be head over heels for his girlfriend." He leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against yours. "Besides, I found swatting you rather... satisfying," he murmured with a wicked grin that only you can see.
You giggled, your cheeks reddening slightly. You looked over at him, a small smile playing on your lips.
You leaned in close to his face, and he knew what you wanted; he always does. He closed the gap with a sweet and tender kiss that brought warmth to your entire being.
Despite your teasing banter, there was an undeniable tenderness between both of you, an unspoken understanding that Xavier and you were truly meant to be together.
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diagonal-queen · 5 months
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hello can i request dazai, kunikida, and fyodor with an insomniac s/o who's really tired after a busy day but can't seem to fall asleep no matter what and gets frustrated bc of it
"Can't sleep?"
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♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader
♡ synopsis: How do they help their S/O with insomnia get to sleep?
♡ cw: Reader is an insomniac (I genuinely don't know how that would manifest itself as a trigger but hey! I'm just one person in a sheltered world. Stay safe everyone <3), probably super inaccurate because I myself am not an insomniac and don't really know everything about it, Dazai horny, mentions of taking medication, mentions of alcohol, swearing
note: I feel like garbage cus my writing takes forever and I feel like I'm letting y'all down for taking so long with reqs, but I don't know what to do to fix itttttttt. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x
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Dazai:
Well reader. You're lucky you cuffed yourself a night owl
He'll help you calm down from your frustration and tell you that it's fully normal. Everyone has trouble falling asleep, and you just haven't figured out an effective routine yet. He doesn't really know what he's talking about but if it makes you feel better then meh
His first suggestion would probably be sex, to tire you out. Even better if you go for multiple rounds just to be sure~
Yeah right Dazai, like anyone's gonna wanna fuck every single work night (besides him lmao). Safe to say, the idea is thrown out pretty quickly
He'll throw some similar ideas around (not necessarily sexual but certainly 'if they're tired out then they'll fall asleep faster') but those are all just temporary solutions, so he gives up quickly. What else did you expect from him?
He might also suggest drinking yourself to sleep since alcohol is a depressant and makes you tired. You have to remind him that excessive drinking is actually not good for you and should NOT be used as a substitute for sleep meds
He reckons that it's best for you two to let sleep overtake you naturally, and so you may as well just stay up for now.
From then on Dazai treats every single night like a sleepover. He'll wanna watch movies, eat snacks, and talk all night even if it's a work night and you absolutely shouldn't do that
If you want, he's happy to do something more chill like cuddling while sharing a pair of earphones playing mellow music
Whatever it is that the pair of you decide to do, he'll likely find that it helps him just as much, maybe even more, than it helps you. And he's grateful for that
Kunikida:
I feel like Kunikida also has at least mild insomnia, so he knows just how you feel and is right there to help you out
He's got it all ready. Fans/blankets to balance out the room's temperature, a warm drink (milk, tea, whatever you prefer), basically all the stuff Google would suggest
He would do all of that stuff alongside you even if he's already tired enough to fall asleep on his own because he understands the struggle. He doesn't give up until you're asleep and honestly get you a man who would also do that
He also discourages you from things like caffeine before bed or napping during the day to help you get more sleep at night
He'd make a whole new bedtime routine for the two of you and adjust it based on what works, it'd be like a whole thing that he takes super seriously
He'd suggest reading before bed and recommend/lend you books that he likes, and also read to you if you really pleaded for it. He really enjoys reading and he would be thrilled if the pair of you had a little thing you did together <3
If they don't give any side effects/react poorly with any meds you may already take then he would also give you some of his sleeping pills (because let's be real he's fully stocked with them. this man)
Kunikida would let you cuddle him in your sleep whether or not he likes it or it makes him sweat, because let's face it you need the sleep and he needs the physical touch. It's basically a win-win
He gives you permission to wake him up if you can't sleep and need his help, or if you want company in your waking time.
He honestly does whatever it takes to help you because he cares so much about you. Perfect man fr
Fyodor:
Bold of you to assume that Fyodor sleeps. Like ever. He's too busy being evil or something
When he learns that you're an insomniac he's fully willing to let you stay up late with him while he's working if you're in need of company. He doesn't care whether you're just on your phone or reading a book or whatever
If you ask him he'll also let you sit in his lap and cuddle him (as long as you don't bother him- if you do he's sending you right to bed)
Fyodor knows that calming music is a good way to help people sleep, so if you're down he'd be willing to play something mellow and soft on his cello for you
He probably wouldn't admit it but he kinda likes that you find it hard to get to sleep since it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you
But if you really do wanna get to bed then he'll have some tea made for you and he'll read to you. His voice is very relaxing and nice to fall asleep to and he kinda knows it (he's smug about it too because he's a bastard)
If you find that you actually sleep better in his presence then he's more than happy to move a couch into his office and let you sleep there.
He's also happy to forfeit (SOME) work so he can come to bed earlier and help you sleep. And he's also happy to cuddle you because you're warm
Fyodor will basically just help you get to sleep with methods that he uses to get himself to sleep because it's the only way he knows how. Even if it doesn't work please give him credit for trying because he really is trying super hard T-T
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taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco
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thesapphictimelady · 17 days
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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 3
Word count: 1.8 K
TW: Domestic abuse and verbal abuse
A/N: This chapter is a bit heavier than the previous two and we hear a little more about Cassiopeia’s previous relationship. If you or someone you love is affected by domestic violence, know that you are not alone and there are resources out there for you. As always, comments are appreciated! If you want me to continue this series, please let me know! Happy reading!
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“Melissa what is happening?” Barbara asked quietly, “The poor girl looks awful.”
“I told ya Barb, she went home sick yesterday.”
“Melissa Schemmenti, I know there’s something more going on. Now tell me, how can I help Cassiopeia?”
Melissa sighed and set the apple back on Barb’s desk, “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“I can’t tell you because I don’t know very much and what I do know, I don’t think she wants me to tell you. She only told me because…”
“Because?”
“I’m sorry, Barb, I really can’t tell you. It’s up to her. I won’t talk without her permission.”
“Tell me this then,” Barb said, setting down the fan she had gotten from Ava’s office, “Is she safe?”
“Safe? ‘Course she’s safe!”
Barb pursed her lips and crossed her arms.
“Ms. Schemmenti,” Ava’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Please report to my office”
“What could she possibly want?” Melissa grumbled.
“Go, I’ll take this to Cassiopeia.”
When Barbara entered the classroom, Cassie was curled up on a beanbag chair in the back of the classroom. The older teacher plugged in the fan and then dragged a chair over to where Cassie was sitting. She gently brushed a strand of hair off the young girls forehead.
“How are you feeling, Cassiopeia?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Howard, really I am. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”
“Honey, that shouldn’t make you dizzy like this.”
“I didn’t sleep very well…and I had a bit too much to drink? Ms Schemmenti came over last night and gave me some aspirin but I’m just…”
“Melissa was at your house last night? That can’t be right because she was with Gerald and I until 10,”
“She came around 2 this morning.”
Barbara was quiet for a few minutes as she thought about this information. Melissa had seemed quieter than normal and visibly recoiled at the mention of Joe.
“Is there something going on between the two of you?” Barb asked slowly.
“No! No, Mrs. Howard, I just met her yesterday!”
“You talkin about me?” Melissa asked, tossing Cassie another bottle of gatorade.
“What did Ava need?” Barb said, quickly changing the subject.
Melissa rolled her eyes, “Wanted to see if I had any guys who can install a hot tub in one of the supply closets. How ya feelin kid?”
“I really am fine, you two don’t have to fuss over me,” Cassiopeia said, taking a sip of gatorade, “I feel much better now.”
The older teachers exchanged a meaningful look.
“Alright,” Barbara said, “Well I will see you two at lunch. Cassiopeia, please rest. Can’t have you passing out during whatever…delightful activity Janine has planned for us.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Howard,” Cassie said, smiling softly.
“Of course,” Barbara said, closing the classroom door behind her.
“We got like 20 minutes,” Melissa said, “why don’t you take a nap?”
“I really am fine, Ms. Schemmenti,” Cassiopeia insisted, “I don’t need to take a nap. I’ll do some more grading or I can do some of your prep if you want?”
“You can do some grading but you stay right there.”
The redhead grabbed a stack of papers, a red pen, and Cassie’s phone and brought them over to the beanbag. As she was handing everything over, the name Jenny flashed across the screen and Melissa froze.
“Kid,” she said slowly, “Is everything okay?”
“What do you mean? Of course it is,” Cassie took everything out of Melissa’s hand and her face paled slightly after seeing her screen but she quickly pasted a smile onto her face, “Let’s get to work! We only have 20 minutes!”
Cassiopeia waited until Melissa was sitting at her desk and working on her own grading before she checked her phone.
Jenny:
“I miss you”
“Look, I’m really sorry.”
“Cass please can we talk.”
“Stop punishing me for something I didn’t do!”
Cassiopeia bit her lip, tears starting to fill her eyes.
Cassiopeia:
“I told you I’m done. Stop texting me!”
Jenny:
“Baby please, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!”
Cassie sniffled and glanced towards the desk. Melissa was still hunched over the papers, her glasses perched on her nose. She took a deep breath and blocked Jenny. Picking up her pen, she got back to work grading her math tests. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed.
Unknown number:
“I can’t believe you blocked me.”
“You bitch.”
“You’re nothing without me.”
“No one could ever love you.”
“You’re nothing.”
Cassie let out a shaky breath and put her head between her knees as the room began to spin.
“New kid?” Melissa said, sounding alarmed, “Cassiopeia, what’s going on?” the redhead was at her side in no time, “Hon, can I touch you?”
Cassie nodded and Melissa put an arm around her, rubbing her back gently, “Just breathe. You’re okay. Breathe. You’re safe. I’m here.”
Cassie took the water that the older woman was pushing into her hand and held it against her forehead. She coughed a couple times, trying to catch her breath and Melissa continued to rub her back and whisper in her ear.
“I-I’m okay now, Ms. Schemmenti,” she said shakily.
“Are ya sure hon? You’re shakin like a leaf.”
“I’m okay. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Ya don’t need to apologize. But…Cassie, I think you need to talk about this.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, the fact that Melissa was now using her name instead of ‘new kid’ registered. Cassie bit her lip and shook her head.
“I can’t talk about it, Ms. Schemmenti,”
The redhead pursed her lips, “I know you don’t know me all that well but whatever is going on, you need someone to help you,”
“I don’t need help. Where’s my phone?”
Melissa grabbed her phone from where it had slid under the beanbag and handed it to Cassie, “If you ever need to talk…”
“Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti, but I’m fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
Once Cassie was in the bathroom, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see almost a dozen missed calls from Jenny along with nearly twice as many texts.
Unknown number:
“You’re pathetic, Cassiopeia”
“You’re crazy.”
“You don’t know what you’ve done”
“You’ve wasted the last two years of my life”
“I never put my hands on you”
“And everyone here knows I did nothing wrong.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself for the lies you’ve told.”
“After everything I’ve done for you?”
“You’re too sensitive”
Cassiopeia’s eyes filled with tears again, blurring her vision as she braced herself against the sink, trying hard to take deep breaths. Her phone buzzed again and her stomach dropped but she looked down at the screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the name on the screen.
Ms. Schemmenti:
“Hey, just checkin in on you. You okay?”
Cassiopeia:
“I’m on my way back to the classroom.”
She quickly splashed some water on her face and tucked her phone into her pocket before unlocking the bathroom door and heading back to the classroom.
“I-I think…that maybe I do want to talk about it” she said to Melissa.
Melissa looked up from her desk and gestured for her to close the door.
“What’s goin on? Barb is worried, I’m worried, please tell me.”
“Mrs. Howard is worried? What did you tell her?”
“Nothin kid. But she’s smart and she knows something’s up.”
Cassie fidgeted in the chair next to Melissa’s desk, “Remember yesterday when I…I told you guys that my ex wasn’t a good person?”
Melissa nodded, putting her glasses on top of her head and leaning forward to listen.
“I-I think you know what I meant by that. But she’s…well she started texting me again.”
Cassie unlocked her phone and slid it across the desk. The redhead pulled her glasses down again as she began to read the messages. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read and there was barely contained anger growing in her eyes.
“Cassiopeia, ya know none of this is true, right?”
“I-well…”
Melissa set a hand over Cassie’s, “Hon, this isn’t true. Okay? Have you told anyone else?”
Cassie shook her head, “No, all my friends were hers first and my family adores her. She’s right, none of them would believe me.”
“Can I get Barb? I won’t if you don’t want me to but…listen, I was married to someone who was…similar to Jenny. He…towards the end of our marriage, I had to spend some time with Barb and she helped me to unlearn some of the things he would say to me.”
Cassie bit her lip and nodded, “If you think having her here will help me, she can come in.”
Melissa picked up her phone and tapped out a quick message. Moments later, Barbara entered the room and enveloped Cassie in a hug.
“I promise, Melissa didn’t tell me anything,” she said, “I just recognized some of the signs. And I’m here for you for whatever you need.”
Cassie nodded into Barb’s shoulder and hugged her tightly, breathing in her perfume. When she finally let go, Melissa slid the phone to Barb. As she read through the messages, her face fell, a deep sadness filling her face.
“Oh, sweetheart, none of this is true, you do know that right?”
“You can show her,” Melissa whispered, gesturing towards Cassie’s sweater.
Cassie slowly shrugged off her sweater, revealing the yellowing bruises on her wrists and Barbara gasped, her eyes filling with tears. Gently, she reached out and grabbed the young woman’s hands.
“Did she do this to you?”
Cassie nodded, tears beginning to fall. Barbara looked over at Melissa, who nodded, anger starting to slip through her calm exterior.
“Cassiopeia, have you told anyone?”
Melissa cut in before Cassie could respond, “She can’t. She doesn’t think anyone would believe her.”
“We believe you, sweetheart. We believe you. You aren’t alone. We’re here for you.”
Cassie let out a sob and Barbara gathered her into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Melissa picked up Cassie’s phone, quickly writing down the number Jenny had been using and tucking it into her pocket for later. Then she produced a box of tissues from a desk drawer and passed it to Barb.
“Barb’s right, ya aren’t alone kid. And we’ll do whatever you need us to.”
Cassiopeia sniffled and nodded, blowing her nose.
“Attention teachers,” Ava’s voice boomed, “Please report to the gym for lunch and…Janine do we HAVE to do this ‘team building’?”
“Yes, Ava,” Janine said, her voice quieter than Ava’s, but still loud enough for everyone to hear, “It’s important. Now read the teams,”
“Fine!” Ava cleared her throat, “The first two teams for team building are Melissa, Barbara, and Princess Leia…”
“Cassiopeia,” Janine corrected, “It’s literally right in front of you.”
“Whatever Janine, it’s Melissa, Barbara, and Peia. Team two is Jacob, Gregory, and Mr. Morton. We’ll see you in the gym.”
The intercom clicked off and Melissa sighed, “Guess we gotta head to the gym now. You gonna be okay for this? I can take ya home.”
“No, I’ll be fine. Let’s just go.”
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ladylooch · 9 months
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Your requests may be closed, and I most definitely respect that, but this is me begging for just a crumb of protective Nico because I need it more than I need oxygen. 🥺
A/N: I almost died eating a cheesy roll up from Taco Bell while writing this… And I came back from near death because I had to finish this for you 😘 No I am not dramatic at all, why do you ask?
You had gone to bed before Nico. He was out in the living room, watching a late west coast game between the Rangers and Kings. He had slept in late and took two naps, so sleep wasn’t coming for him anytime soon. Fine with you. You didn’t mind an empty bed when you knew he was in the other room. 
You fall asleep quickly, taking a bit of cold medicine to help you sleep after having a sinus infection earlier in the week. The medicine helps you slumber deep, but it also brings a very vivid dream that takes place in your bedroom, seemingly tonight. A man is in the corner. He’s lurking, waiting for you to shut the door so he can grab you. You try to yell to Nico, but the hand over your mouth muffles any attempt. 
“Make a sound and your boyfriend dies.” The man says as he throws you down on the bed and pulls out a knife. 
You jolt awake, sitting up and sucking in a gasping breath. You clutch your chest, trying to get your bearings straight. Everything still feels so real. You look around the room, cringing at all the shadows that cast out in oblong shapes to you. You close your eyes, trying to talk yourself down from your panic. When you open them, you swear there is movement to your left. You look fast, seeing the curtains blowing in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Everything in your body is screaming fight or flight.
The weak light from the TV barely reaches the end of the hall as you open the door. You tip toe down, wondering if maybe Nico had fallen asleep on the couch. When you round the corner, his brown eyes immediately find you. He lays on his back, feet crossed at the ankles, with his hands behind his head. You cling to the wall nervously.
“I’m scared.” You admit to him. He perks up to a sitting position, opening his arms to you.
“What’s up, sweets?”
“I had a bad dream.” You mutter into his neck, attaching to him like a baby sloth.
“Oh no.” He rubs his hands up and down your back to comfort you. “Wanna talk about it?”
“There was a guy here.” Your voice shakes. Nico pulls you tighter at the observance. 
“No one is here. Just me and you, baby.” He soothes immediately. 
“He was in the bedroom and he grabbed me. He said he was going to kill you if I made any noise.” You squeeze your eyes shut, fingerprints pressing deeper into his body. Nico sighs, bringing his face close to your hair to press kisses along your head.
“You’re okay.” He reminds you. “You’re safe here in my arms. Nothing is going to get to you through me.” His words are perfect. Nico always knows what to say. You pause right where you are for a moment, not speaking, only feeling the solidness of him beneath and around you. Nico notices your grip on him slacken a bit and pulls away so he can see your face. “Better?”
“Yeah.” You nod, taking a measured breath. “How much longer are you going to be up?”
“I can come to bed now if you want.”
“Yes, please.” He nods, clicking the TV off and helping you to your feet. You let him walk first into the bedroom. He immediately flips the light on and does his due diligence to look around the room, even behind the curtains that scared you when you first woke up. “Just me and you.” He reiterates. “Get under the covers.” He waits for you to do so, then turns the light off.
He climbs into bed and pulls you into his body so you are spooning. You fit together like interconnecting parts. With Nico’s protection, you fall back to sleep relatively easy. This time, you dream of you and him on a sandy, white beach, sipping margaritas and getting interesting tan lines.
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indigo-starcatcher · 1 year
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CROWN APPLE
Dom!Jake x Reader
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Oooohoho, my first smut. So exciting, and a little nerve-racking so please give me your feedback! Enjoy yourselves some filthy Jake, hoes. 😌
MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY.
Warnings: Dom!Jake, alcohol, weed (if you squint, I guess), slapping, spanking, unprotected penetration (wrap it to tap it, ladies [GN]), cursing. If I missed one, my bad y'all!
Summary: You hit up a Kiszka party to visit with long-time friend, Sammy. Jake unabashedly hates your guts. Or does he?
The familiar burn crept up your throat as you threw your head back, shot glass to your lips. Crown Apple, your whisky of choice.
You had always been a close friend of the Kiszkas, growing up in Frankenmuth and being in the same year as Sammy. You two were good friends all throughout school - you had even exchanged elementary Valentine's. Backyard bbqs, swimming playdates, backyard baseball - you had a million memories in the Kiszka home, and cherished all of them.
That was years ago. Nowadays the boys were really successful with the band, and seldom found themselves at home; they were either touring, or stuck in the studio. Whenever they came home though, they made sure to invite you to every gathering, every party. You were still Sammy's best friend. They all adored you, welcoming you with open arms.
Everyone that is except Jake. You didn't know the reason; he'd never given you one. You just chalked it up to the philosophy that not everyone gets along with everyone, and shrugged it off. Even so, you brushed paths with him on the way into the party, and he never turned down the opportunity to verbally jab at you.
He paused you in the doorway, a snide smirk curling his lips. "You again, Y/N? Don't you have your own place?"
His voice was raspy, and he stood close enough for you to smell the woodsy cologne he'd bathed himself in. It was a bit flustering, though you didn't want to it admit it. You weren't Jake's biggest fan, either.
He continued, a cockier smile turning up the corners of his mouth. You could've sworn you caught him quickly eyeing you up and down. "Or do you not have anything better to do than trail behind my brother?"
As you set your shot glass down on the Kiszkas downstairs bar, Sammy drunkenly staggered over to you. Slinging his arm over your shoulder, he dotted a quick and earnest kiss on the side of your head.
"Heyyyyy, kiddo!!!". His breath smelt of beer, evident by the one he was tipping in his hand, the hoppy smelling drink splashing and flicking little droplets from the top of the bottle.
"I am soooo glad you made it tonight!!! I - hiccup - I miss game nights with you while we're off touring!! HEY let's go race in the yard right now, huh?? whaddya say I think that sounds fun ooh Joshcantimeus..."
His words started to slur together, and they trailed off in your mind as well. You were distracted - you could feel hot eyes burning into you from across the room. Jake leaned against the wall next to the sliding door that led to the patio, a glass of whisky neat swirling in his hand. As your eyes met, he raised a questioning and sarcastic brow, as if to say "can I help you?".
You responded with a small eye roll and returned to Sammy's drunken ramblings.
"Hey, love!" You chirped back enthusiastically. "I definitely wanna race, but I think you need some bread and a lil nap first, okay??" Sammy looked down to you with a toothy smile, eyes blinking one at a time.
"YKNOW. I could -hiccup- I could go for a slice!!"
Eagerly grabbing a slice of pizza from the bar countertop, he sauntered lazily away from you to the couch. He only made it through one bite before falling asleep, the rest of the slice spending the night on his black, low-cut t-shirt.
You giggled to yourself, and grabbed a slice as well. That's when you noticed Chris, one of the band's roadies, had joined you at the bar.
Beer in hand and a tipsy smile on his face, he began to flirt very openly. He asked about your hobbies, how long you'd been friends with Sammy, the works. You found yourself giggling and genuinely enjoying the conversation, flirting as you felt yourself getting tipsier by the minute, nursing your own glass of neat whiskey.
That's when you felt that same familiar feeling: a stare laced with venom. This time from out on the patio, you locked eyes with Jake. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were filled with fire. You furrowed your brow as you watched him throw back a full glass of alcohol in one impressive gulp. "What is his problem?" you thought to yourself. That's when you noticed, the seal was beginning to break.
"Chris! Will you excuse me for just a sec? I'll be right back", you called down to your potential suitor over your shoulder, finishing your sentence as you made your way upstairs to the Kiszkas bathroom.
Washing your hands, you heard footsteps stamping their way up the wooden basement stairs, but thought nothing of it. You left the bathroom and closed the door behind you, only when you spun around, there he was. About a foot from your face, Jake stood. The surprise of his presence backed you against the closed door.
He raised up an arm to prop himself up next to you, leaning confidently against the door frame.
"Y'know," he started, a deeper rasp in his voice than normal. He was close enough that you could smell the whiskey and weed that lingered on his breath. It was intoxicating. You hated yourself for thinking that, but you couldn't help it. His entire aura was hypnotizing. "I really hate you."
"Yeah, off to a good start, Jake", you retorted as you tried to work your way around him. He quickly held up his other arm. They were bordering you on the door frame now, blocking you in.
"But what I hate more, for some God damn reason..." he whispered, only inches from your face now,
"...is seeing any other man try to do what I could do so easily."
"Oh? And what's that, Jakey? Make a complete ass out of yourself?" You threw the words back at him with half-hearted malice, laying the sarcasm on thick.
Jake was a beautiful man. His hair cascading down his shoulders; his low cut shirt that displayed his doubloons like gold stars, bouncing against his bare stomach with every movement. He made you nervous, it was true, but your disdain for him was more powerful.
"No," he said back in a gentle, hushed whisper.
Pausing his words, his pointer finger found its way to your clavical. It trailed ever so lightly up your neck, to your jaw, to your chin, where the soft touch subsided. He squeezed your jaw in his hand, tilting your chin up to meet his cocky gaze. Spitting back through gritted teeth, he snarled as he spoke:
"Make you cum, sweetheart."
In an instant he turned you around, pinning you to the door. With one hand, he held yours behind you, pressed them against the small of your back. His other hand trailed softly but confidently from your calf, up in between your thighs slowly, searching for your core. You could feel the wet heat soaking through your panties as he steadily moved upwards.
"Jake. Don't. Someone will see, someone's bound to come upstairs." You only half-worriedly replied. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this before.
"Fuck 'em."
Shoving your panties over to the inside of your thigh, he slid in two fingers to the knuckle and curled them, motioning for you to come here in the filthiest of ways. A soft moan started to escape your lips, but not before Jake could stamp his free hand to your opened mouth.
"I love a nasty sound from a nasty whore, but shut the fuck up unless you want the entire party up here."
To Jake's surprise, you quickly turned around to face him, a soft but firm hand landing on his throat, gently squeezing at the sides.
"Then do something about it, Jakey".
A wicked and filthy grin curled his lips over his beautiful white teeth, his deep brown eyes blown out with lust. You'd flipped a switch in him; you weren't sure what you'd gotten yourself into, but you knew you were along for the ride.
"Oh, sweetheart." He whispered arrogantly, softly removing your hand from his throat. Taking your cheeks in his hand, he squeezed hard enough for the pads of his fingers to draw a small ache from your cheekbones. He leaned in, an inch from your face. His hot, whiskey-soaked breath could've gotten you drunk.
"You shouldn't have said that".
With a swift movement, he bent slightly to wrap his arms around your legs, tossing you over his shoulder with ease.
"Now you're stuck with me, you sweet little slut." As a punctuation to his threat, he brought down an open-handed palm to meet your right ass cheek. A surprised yet excited moan escaped your lips.
"Calm down, Y/N." Jake commanded, striding hastily down the hall to his bedroom. "The fun hasn't even started yet". You could hear the smile in his statement.
He threw open his bedroom door, closing it behind him with a kick of his Chelsea boot. He brought down his hand to your ass one more time before throwing you down onto the bed, landing with force.
He crawled over top of you, gold chains dangling and tracing little circles on your heaving chest. You were already soaked through, the throbbing heat crawling up into your pelvis.
"Y'know, I've thought about this before..."
His thumb brushed over your lower lip. "Filling this pretty mouth with my cock just to get you to shut the fuck up". He brought his hand up from your lips to lay a soft but firm smack to your cheek.
Your mouth opened in a small "o", riding the line between pain and pleasure.
"Good girl, you knew just what I wanted," Jake praised as he slid two fingers into your mouth, letting them linger on your tongue. Satisfied, he began to remove them, but you pulled them back into your mouth with a hard suck, making deliberate eye contact. You weren't afraid. You wanted more.
"You're filthy", Jake muttered, almost admiring you. His hate for you hadn't subsided, but he was impressed. He liked a challenge. You released his fingers and he brought them to his lips, sucking on them, not allowing his eyes to shift from yours.
"Crown Apple?" He smirked. "One of my favorites."
In a hasty movement, he flipped you over onto your stomach and lifted you up by your hips. His pelvis inched forward to meet yours, pressing into you. Even fully clothed, you could feel his hard length through his jeans.
"Jake, please.." you begged. You needed him. You'd come to terms with it. You hated him but you absolutely, desperately needed him.
"Please, what? Use your words, sweetheart."
"Please...Jake I need you," you whined.
"As hard as it makes me when you whimper, I need you to tell me what it is that you need." Jake was amusing himself; he enjoyed when you squirmed.
"Please. Jake. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me."
"I thought you'd never ask."
He reached forward to shimmy your panties down around your legs; you had thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, allowing him easy access. As he freed you of your lace garments, he brought them up to his face, allowing himself a small inhale. His eyes rolled back into his head, and let out a small sigh.
"Those stay with me, sweetheart." He said, stuffing your panties into his jeans pocket. He could feel himself twitching under his denim; he couldn't wait any longer. The very sight of you, dripping in front of him, had tricked a trigger.
He unbuttoned his jeans without hesitation. Shimmying them down to his knees with his boxers, his length sprung free, resting against his abdomen. With one hand he wrapped around his base, slowly and deliberately stroking. His other hand reached forward to cup you in his hands, desperate to feel you drip down onto him. A raspy moan escaped his lips and his head fell backwards.
"My sweet, nasty little slut. How badly do you need me?"
"I need you Jake." You begged. You could feel yourself throbbing. "I. Need. You. Fuck me."
With your command, you felt him slide in to bottom out. He was warm, and wide. He stretched your walls and hit you in places that hadn't been touched, sending little electric currents down your widened legs.
"Oh, fuck," He whispered behind you through gritted teeth. "My little slut, you're so tight." When did he start using the word, "my"?
His slams into you hastened, his moans growing louder with every movement. His length slid almost all the way out of you, only to re-enter with more force. You could feel the familiar knot growing and tangling in your hips, along with an unfamiliar - yet intoxicating - tightening that tensed with every thrust.
"Jake, I..I think I'm going to.."
A pornographic string of moans grew and ripped from your mouth. Jake leaned forward to stifle them, suctioning his palm to your open mouth. You came hard, along with a waterfall release that you'd never experienced before. It flowed from you, soaking Jake's cock and dripping down onto his sheets.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, that was so fucking hot. Oh, fuck. I'm, I'm.."
Jake couldn't finish his sentence before you felt him twitch, his warmth filling you to the brim. Sent spiraling by the mixture of each others releases, another knot rose up from within you. You finished together, trailing off in a string of signs and moans.
The two of you collapsed down into the bed together, where he remained on top of you and inside of you. He propped himself up on his forearms, wiping away a sweat-soaked and disheveled strand of hair from your forehead. He leaned down, his lips meeting your ear.
"You should come over more often, sweetheart."
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purecantarella · 2 years
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Kiss Me
request : I don’t know if your still taking requests , could you write , Jennie who has always been scared to be in a relationship but then meets female reader and tries to tell her how she feels 💋 i definitely am taking requests and this came around a year ago as well but i've had in in my drafts for so long that it's time to start it!! i hope you all enjoy!! kim jennie x reader disclaimer/s : some angsty fluff for your reading pleasure, of course some cursing, i'm sorry. also slight nsfw ?
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It was no secret that as an idol, she had eyes hot on her all the time. Jennie's public image needed to be spotless. She needed to be the sweetheart in the media's eyes. She had to fit into the standard even if she loathed it.
She had no room for error or to indulge anything that didn't fit her idol image...then you happened.
It was all a happy coincidence when you met. Jennie had been traveling often, and it was emotionally and mentally draining to her. It had been one flight after another and by the time she was on her returning trip to Seoul, she was always falling asleep.
Coffee, candy, and blasting loud music were doing nothing for her so her only hope was to get to her gate early and take a short nap there. That was until her flight got delayed another four hours. Jennie knew it was far too risky to haul out at a hotel, so she was shackled to the airport seats.
She kept herself awake as best she could but couldn't stop her eyes from drooping, the nearly empty coffee cup tipping dangerously in her hand. "Might be good to spill the coffee in your mouth rather than the carpet of an airport waiting area, ma'am."
The intruding voice made Jennie squeak and jump awake. You smile at her amused with yourself. She grit her teeth but still smiled at you, holding back the snarl that threatened to break the surface. She couldn't risk you being a gossip reporter and talk about her in the tabloids or on your site.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to anger you." She is initially shocked that you see past her usual idol persona, again you see the quick shift of her emotions. "I'm a photographer, not that you were asking, but that's how I could tell your emotions. It's part of my job to read into the subject's emotions and adjust them accordingly."
You point to the empty seat beside her, and in spite of her better judgement, Jennie nodded. You place your bag down beside hers and stretch your neck out. Noticing how the woman beside you was still drifting off into sleep, you offer, "I can watch your bags and you can get some rest if you'd like."
She turns to you, looking rather offended and you couldn't help the chuckle that fell past your lips. You raise your hands in defeat. "I get it, some stranger approaching you asking you to sleep." You pause and fully turn to look at her. "Then I'll keep you company."
The rapper quirks a brow at your bold behavior, she couldn't tell if she found it appealing how confident you were or if she was disdained that you just sat beside her and planned to probe into her life. Then again, it was better than falling asleep and getting taken advantage of.
"Alright." She responded curtly.
Your smile brightens, "So what brought you here? To the country I mean?" Jennie laughs to herself, you tilt your head to the side as you patiently waited for her answer. "What haven't I done while I was here. Photoshoots, public appearances, filming at one point." She is shocked with herself but quickly regains her composure. "It's nothing though. It was for my fans anyway."
You chuckle softly, "I didn't ask what your work was here. I know who you are, superstar." Jennie opened her mouth to protest the newly given nickname but you cut her off. "I asked what brought you here. There must've been a dozen people asking you to come to events or shoots...why here?"
Jennie is speechless for a moment but can't help the laugh that erupts from her chest. "I guess I never thought about it. My management, I guess?"
"Not much freedom then I take it?" You ask quietly. Jennie takes off her shades and exposes her eyes to you. She notices how your shoulders raise a little and your breath hitches a little. She thought it was rather cute. "Not as much as I'd like, no."
"That's a real shame, wasting all that potential and talent being placed in a box." You lean in close and whisper, "You all deserve better if you ask me."
Again, Jennie laughs, "You're a fan then?"
"It's hard not to be." You say seriously, making Jennie's smile grow wider, her cheeks becoming sore from the sheer act of smiling as wide as she was. "Good to know..."
The two of you talked through the four hours, time flying by and before Jennie knew it, she wasn't even sleepy anymore. All she wanted to do was listen to your terrible jokes and your work. It was weird, she could have run into you at any point during her trip, but it had almost been serendipitous that you both met then and there.
As you told her a story of one of your problem clients on your trip, the PA System blared to life and announced your flight was boarding in five minutes. You looked down at your watch, picking up your bag and shuffle around for your passport and boarding pass.
"Thank you." Jennie said hastily, trying to get your attention again. "I...I enjoyed talking to you."
You look down at her lifting your hand up to offer her a thumbs up. "It was a pleasure to speak to you. I'm glad I got you to stay awake while waiting." Jennie smiles at you and looked down to grab her phone to ask for your number but when she looks up, you were gone.
As she sat comfortably in her compartment, Jennie couldn't shake the thought of you. Tentatively looking around to see if you were anywhere and to her disappointment, you were no where to be found. The rapper was about to pluck her airpods out of her bag when a flight attendant approached her.
"From a passenger up front, Miss Kim..." The flight attendant whispered quietly, slipping Jennie a pack of gum and a handwritten note. She bowed to the stewardess with a smile before she skimmed over the note.
Jennie stifles a giggle as she reads the messily written note on a tissue from the coffee you were holding earlier. 'Didn't get my name or number? Here ya go! Chew the gum so your ears don't pop. G'night superstar. - Y/F/N'
She looks around again and spots you staring at her from one of the seats further in the front. You offer her a salute before settling into your seat. Jennie rubs your name in the ink, thinking of you fondly and brainstorming ways to see you again when you both land in Seoul.
Soon after you two landed, she contacted you, practically bouncing off the car walls as you teased her about her eagerness to call you. Jennie verbally complained but she didn't exactly deny it either.
It didn't take long for you two to get close either.
You two had become practically inseparable in that time, being seen together and posting about one another on your social media pages. But of course, you two were just friends. At least thats what you both always said but it never felt that way.
In spite of that conclusion you both had, the people around you often disagreed. Whenever Jennie would stop by to drop off food at one of your shoots or if you came by the dorm to hang out, at least one person would point out that you two seemed like a couple, and a rather cute one at that.
Though nothing became of that suspicion, until one night.
It was one of those nights when you lay on Jennie's couch while watching one of those movies that Jisoo recommended when she scooted from her corner of the couch to cuddle up to your chest. You smiled and wrapped your arm around her waist, your cheek pressed against the top of her head.
You'd been feeling it for a while now. The butterflies when you were around her, the happiness that was unparalleled when she smiled at you and only you, the instantaneous calm when you held her in your arms. But concealing it as to not ruin the friendship.
Instead of thinking of such feelings, you focus on the warmth she offers you, the flowery scent of her shampoo wafting in the air, so much so you almost miss the faint giggle that fell from her lips. As you pull away to better look at her, she props her chin on your chest, the gummy smile on display making you grin in return.
"Your heart is beating so loud, I can hear it so well." Jennie points out teasingly, making you toss your head back in a nervous yet full laugh. When you moved your head to look back at the screen, thinking that she would just brush it off like you always did, you find her staring straight at you. Her lower lip trapped between her front teeth while her hands moved up to hold your cheeks in her hands.
You freeze up, shock and awe taking over your body. You blink rapidly, assuming you were imagining it but she only drew closer with each time you opened your eyes. Finally, she is a breath away from you, you muster out, "Am I dreaming...?"
Jennie smiles down at you, her nose slotting beside yours, eyes never breaking from your gaze. You two sit there, allowing the moment to ruminate for a second, turning to a minute, turning into far too long for you to restrain yourself. Leaning forward you capture her lips between yours. Her arms snake down to wrap around your neck as your hands weave their way through her dark hair.
She opens her mouth and probes your lower lip tentatively. As you lower your jaw, her tongue meets yours shyly, wrapping the muscles around one another. As your lips found their own rhythm, your hands lock around her tresses making her groan against into your mouth.
Jennie pulls away, tugging your lower lip back. Her cat-like eyes opening slowly, as a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. You are too stunned to speak, merely staring at her with your mouth ajar. She giggles again as she leans down to peck your lips again quickly.
You offer her a dazed and dopey smile saying, "You are amazing, superstar..."
The rapper blushes before jokingly slapping your shoulder. She gently nuzzles against your neck before returning to her spot on your chest. Only now she peppered light kisses over your neck and collarbone.
"So...what are we now, Jen...?" You ask while you play with the ends of her hair and smoothing it out right after. She doesn't speak for a moment, and you prepared yourself to press for an answer, when she replies, "I would say we're two people who are happy in each other's presence."
You nod slowly, putting the subject to rest, but the question and her rather vague answer plaguing your mind.
It'd been a couple weeks and a dozen hidden kisses after the first when disaster had struck. You and Jennie had been strolling by the Han River, the shorter woman tucked under your arm in spite of the heat. You listened as she ranted about the things her management were forcing her to do, patiently waiting for your opportunity to bring up meeting your friends.
"...and they practically tore the dress apart so that I wouldn't wear it. And it was designer too." She pouted cutely, you smile and before you can control yourself you lean down to kiss her before she blocks your mouth with her hand. "Wha-What're you doing, N/n? We're in public!"
You blink confused and chuckle nervously. "I...I just thought—"
Jennie pulls away from your embrace before taking a far step away from you. "Well you thought wrong, alright?"
You look at her, her arms crossed and her brows knit together as she glared at you, before you laugh dryly and rub your eyebrows as the frustration boiled in your chest. But you merely took a deep breath and offered her a small, but incredibly, forced smile. "Alright. I'm sorry, let me take you home, Jen."
She simply rolled her eyes and shook her head, "It's fine. I can walk myself."
You deadpan and scoff. "Sure."
As you turn a heel to walk away, you realize that this would keep drawing on without talking about it. Without figuring out what you both were definitively. "No, let's talk about this. Here and now."
You turn to face her but Jennie looks around cautiously. In a hushed voice, she argued, "Can you just stop pushing the issue, Y/n. We can talk about it another time."
You sigh in a feeble attempt to calm yourself down before raising your hand to rub the frustrated tears out of your eyes. "I'll stop pressing the issue if you answer me this." Your voice now trembled as you struggle to get out what you need to say. "What are we, Jennie? Wh-Where exactly do I fit into your life?"
The singer begins softly, "N/n, you know what we—" You laugh dryly before staring down at her, ice in your eyes.
"No, I have no idea what we are!"
"Y/n wait please! Don't make a scene." Jennie called out as she chased you down the length of the underpass. You scoff loudly and turn to look at her . "This." You motion between you and Jennie "...is exactly your problem, Jennie!" You argued loudly, but that isn't what chipped at her heart.
Jennie.
You didn't call her that. You rarely ever did.
You take another shaky breath, closing your eyes to compose your thoughts. "You can't just decide that I can fit into your narrative, Jennie." You pause to open your eyes, blinking away the water in your eyes. "And quite frankly, I'm tired of waiting for the right moment for the company."
Her eyes gloss, tears ready to pour but she merely stares blankly at you. "What're you saying, Y/n?"
"I'm saying until you can give me what I need...an answer to what this..." You motion between the two of you, "I'm done."
"Y/n wait, I can't—"
"Kiss me." You say suddenly, cutting her off and catching her off guard. Her gaze bolts around, looking for anyone who happened past and even more so those possibly hiding, waiting for her to slip up. She takes a step forward and whisper-yells at you, "I can't do that, Y/n. I need to uphold my image."
You bite back any of the hurtful things you want to say, and just nod. Your lips trembling as you walk away, offering a half-hearted wave, "Bye, superstar."
With that you stride down the path and Jennie doesn't have the strength to follow you or argue anymore. She didn't want a relationship and she didn't want to compromise her work.
It was the right thing to do. But the next week was hell.
Jennie was far more cranky, snapping at the girls and talking back more to management when she was asked to do something or appear somewhere. It was impossible for her to attend any of her schedules without at least one private meltdown.
A couple weeks after you both split ways, the girls had to appear for a photoshoot for their latest album promotional material. If it were up to Jennie she would remain hauled up in her room but she noticed how excited the other members were, so she tried to liven up.
While the girl's energies bounced off the walls of the van they were all in, Jennie's eyes were glued to her screen. Unanswered texts and radio silence from you appeared in front of her as she typed out another apology...one she'd never send.
Much like the ones she'd drafted up before.
She knew you wouldn't respond, but she held out hope that you would eventually want to talk to her again. Maybe she could set things right and you two could be friends at the very least.
Even if the sheer idea of you two remaining that way left a bitter taste in her mouth.
As the girls entered the brightly lit studio, Jennie immediately recognized the form standing in front of the white backdrop with your brows furrowed together, your camera firmly in your hand. You were too deep in thought to really notice that they'd entered.
"...Y/n..." Jennie mumbles only to be teased by the other members. Their familiar voices made you look up and of course you couldn't keep your eyes off Jennie, she looked amazing. "We'll let you two catch up!" Lisa chirped happily before skipping away with Jisoo and Chae following close behind her.
Jennie never broke eye contact with you. Your breath hitched as she slowly walked towards you. "Y/n..." Her eyes softened, she had hoped that you were there to talk to her or tell her that you missed her...something. But you offered her a respectful but tightlipped smile, bowing slightly before turning to tinkle with your equipment. Swallowing her pride, Jennie cleared her throat and asked softy, "Can...Can we talk...?"
Your back straightens, you battle internally for a moment. You missed her, so, so deeply, but she knew what you needed from her. Without that firm boundary, you would both get hurt. You sigh deeply, not daring to look her in the eye. You knew you'd cave in the moment you did.
"Unless you're ready to talk about what we are, we have nothing more to talk about, Jennie." You mutter coldly, knees trembling as you spoke.
Before Jennie could beg you any further, the production manager approached you. "Y/F/N! We've heard nothing but great things, I hope that your name lives up to the expectations we have."
You nod solemnly before excusing yourself for a moment to take a "work call" when the girls walk out ecstatic. While the other girls teased the rapper though, the eldest noticed the sinking expression on Jennie's face.
Soon, the shoot began but anyone in the room could tell that the energy was completely off. You were hardly able to give direction, only muttering quiet curses every now and again, while Jennie was unable to show off her fierce edge. Glancing over at the shots on the monitor beside you, you groan softly. You call out, "Sorry, can I get just Lisa and Chae for their unit shots. Jisoo and Jennie, take ten. Thank you."
You're looking down at your camera, doing your bet to avoid Jennie's gaze and her heart ached for you. Jisoo nudged her out of the way gently, a concerned expression falling over the older member's face.
"What is going on between the two of you?" Jisoo asks softly once they are clear from the view of the camera. The rapper's shoulders fall as she runs through what had happened that night by her fellow member. By the end of her story, Jisoo's fist gently collides with Jennie's shoulder. "Ow! What the hell, unnie?"
"Are you serious? You threw that connection away because you were what? Scared?" Jennie shakes her head, almost offended, before she pulls Jisoo close. "We have an image to uphold! Plus I don't want to be in a relation—"
"Bullshit." The rapper is taken aback by the crass language used by the older member. But the stern look on her face made her shrivel under her eyes. "If you didn't want a relationship, you would have made it clear. I know you Jen. You're ready to reject everyone who comes your way. But the way you looked at Y/n, the way you talked about her, and how you kept her around, that's telling about how you really felt."
Jisoo looks up and bares her signature smirk, "And by the looks of it, you're still the star of Y/n's eye."
Jennie follows Jisoo's eyes confused, only to see you staring at her despite your focus supposedly being on Chaeyoung and Lisa who posed in front of you. Realizing you got caught, you pretend to adjust with the settings on your camera. The rapper is unable to bite back the smile as she watched you fidget and flush under her gaze.
You always did when you two spent time together. Become a flustered mess as she stared intently at you and what you were doing.
"Whatever is going on between the two of you, it's strong. And worth fighting for..." Not waiting for Jisoo to finish her though, Jennie took a seemingly confident stride towards you, but her mind ran laps on what the possible backlash could be.
You mindlessly click away at your camera but are confused when Chae and Lisa stop posing but mostly only look at you with giddy expressions on their faces. You hear someone clearing their throat from behind you. You pull the camera away from your eye to see Jennie staring at you, fluffy cheeks growing pink.
"Jennie what—" She lifts a hand up, only lifting her gaze up to look into your eyes now. You can see the restlessness in her eyes but she presses on in spite of the fear that bubbles in her chest. "You've said more than enough, Y/n. It's my turn."
Jennie could hear the whispers and rumors fly in her head. She closed her eyes as she tried to figure out what she needed to say and began to play with the tips of her fingers when her hand was intwined with yours, your thumb brushing the back of her hand soothingly.
The rapper opened her eyes to see you staring down at her with a warm smile and the softest eyes she'd ever seen, "It's alright, I'm listening."
The look in your eyes, the genuine care and affection that overflowed, gave her the burst of confidence she needed to put her thoughts together.
"I..." She pauses again, briefly looking over at the girls who give her supportive thumbs ups. "I've never been the type to open up about my feelings or ask for help from anyone...but in the span of ten minutes of us meeting, you were able to get me to do both of those things." She chuckles at the memory, "And you had the absolute worst opening line at that, Y/n."
You smile fondly before laughing softly, nodding for her to continue. "Letting my guard down...being anything less than perfect...terrified me and I was willing to do anything to protect that reputation. But when I was with you..." She paused to lean up and nudge her nose against yours tenderly, "I didn't want to anymore."
"What're you trying to say then, superstar?" You ask, shit-eating grin etched onto your lips, the very same one you wore the first time you met. Jennie rolled her eyes but her lips tugged into the first genuine smile since you two parted ways that night. "What I'm saying is, I hope you'll take me even if I acted stupid."
You look down at her with a warm smile, "You weren't stupid Jen, you were valid. I'm sorry that I made you feel that way too..." Rather nervously, you raise your hand to brush a stray out of her face. As your hand made gentle contact with hers, Jennie immediately leaned into your touch.
"Hey N/n," She mutters making you raise a curious brow. She smiles smugly at you, twirling in place cutely. "Kiss me?"
You grin before leaning down, her lips immediately slotting together with yours. Falling into the familiar pattern that you'd long missed. You smile against her lips and hoist her closer towards your body. An array of scattered and mixed gasps falls in the studio but Jennie could no longer be bothered to care.
She pulls away, "I can't give you an answer on what we are..." You frown and begin to pull away until she pulls you by the collar of your shirt,"...but I think I'm ready to talk about it."
You bite back your smile but nod, placing another kiss on the corner of her lips. "Think I'm going to need a bit more convincing though."
Jennie rolls her eyes and wraps her arm around your neck, locking your lips together again in a heated dance until you both hear her fellow members call out a series of curses and reminders that you were in public.
She laughs against your lips before waving off her members. "They're right though, get your pretty butt back on set, superstar." You say pulling away, slapping her bottom quickly. She squeaked and skipped back to set with the brightest smile she ever sported during one of these tedious photoshoots.
"Think you made the right decision?" Jisoo teased quietly in between shots. Jennie looked up at you behind the camera, pausing to flash her a bright smile. Her heart melted at the sight before she nodded confidently.
"Y/n's exactly what I've wanted."
did this sort of come from a relatively real place? maybe. did i cry a little more than i'm willing to admit because it hit too close to home? sadly, yes thats why this took so damn long to come out HAHAHA in any case though, i hope you all enjoyed this and it made sense?? honestly, i there was a different version of the ending but while i was saving it last night, our wifi decided it hated me and deleted the last saved version, so i rewrote it today. hope yall still enjoyed though 🥹 i will see you all tomorrow for lia day but until then, keep safe my lovelies and i love you all so, so much!! see you all soon❣️ - r
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annie115 · 2 months
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Stuck with you CL16 x Reader
(first person perspective)
Summary: In which you are stuck in an elevator with your biggest idol
Warnings: none, just some fluff :)
This was just an idea I had last night, I hope you like it :)
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Stuck with you
I headed out of my hotel room, cursing myself for taking a nap so that I was now running late for Free Practice One. I spent way too much money on those tickets, there was no way I would miss even one of the events.
I finally managed to be able to afford tickets for the Formula One race in Spa, Belgium. The tickets were too expensive for a normal student but thanks to my birthday, Christmas and some savings I was able to afford a ticket for the whole weekend. I have been a Formula One fan for many years now and not only the expenses were holding me back from attending a race. None of my friends and nobody in my family was as enthusiastic about the sport as I was. That’s why nobody wanted to buy a ticket for that amount of money. I never liked the thought of going to a race on my own, but the older I got the less problems I had with it. So here I am, finally seeing some racing action live and with the additional perk of being able to do whatever I wanted to do.
But, as clumsy as I am, I forgot to set an alarm for the first free practice for today and slept right through it. It´s about to start in 15 minutes and I still needed to get to the track somehow. I opened my Uber App on my way to the elevator, ordering an Express Uber. I spent so much money for this weekend already, the few Euros for the express didn’t matter.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to get to the ground floor. “Hold it!” somebody yelled and I quickly squeezed my hand in between the closing doors. Luckily, they opened again and the guy who yelled was able to step in. My eyes widened when I looked at him. There was no way. There was no fucking way that Charles fucking Leclerc just stepped into the elevator. I immediately blushed and tried to hide it but he saw it, for sure. “Thanks!” he laughed and looked down on me. Of course, I was wearing his merch all over my body. A red Ferrari cap on my head with the number 16 on it and an oversized black T-Shirt with his name and his number all over it. I was wearing a light-coloured short leggings beneath it, since it was over 30 degrees in Spa today. He was wearing blue jeans and his typical red Ferrari shirt. “Hey”, I mumbled and he just chuckled. I cleared my throat and decided that I would hate myself forever if I wouldn’t ask him for a picture now. “I-I´m sorry but would you take a picture with me?” I asked politely and he nodded quickly. “Of course. I always love to meet my fans”. I gave him a huge smile and grabbed my phone out of my purse. We took a selfie and I thanked him, before I leaned at the wall of the elevator again. Then I frowned. 15 minutes before practice starts and he´s not in the garage? He seemed to read my mind. “I´m running a little late, but I guess I´m not the only one, huh?” he chuckled and I laughed. “You´re not but nobody cares if I´m late”, I answered and he laughed. “Yeah, well. I just needed a nap”, he admitted and I smiled big. He looked at the ceiling and frowned. “Why is this thing taking so long?” he asked and just then I realized that we didn’t even move yet. I pressed one finger on one of the buttons again, but nothing happened. Then, all of a sudden, the whole elevator rumbled and the lights fell out for a few seconds. “Shit”, Charles mumbled and I took a deep breath. There was no way that this happened right now. We looked at each other and he came closer to me, to click the alarm button on the panel. After a few seconds a female voice spoke up. “Hello, is everything okay?” she asked and Charles answered. “Hey, uhm the elevator stopped moving? I think we´re stuck”. “Okay, I´m very sorry. Please remain calm and I will call our maintenance engineer to have a look at it”, she said and I sighed. “Sorry, how long will this take, do you know?” Charles asked but the woman didn’t answer. “Fuck”, he mumbled and grabbed his phone. I bit my inner cheek and got nervous. As a fan of him I knew how important it was to him to not miss any sessions because they were important to collect data for the race.
“Xavi”, he started and then switched to Italian and I didn’t understand what he was saying. After he hung up, he sighed. “Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen”, he said and wiped over his face. “I´m sorry”, I whispered and he just smiled. “Well, it´s not your fault. Except you manipulated the elevator”. I chuckled and he sat down on the ground. I did the same and looked at the photo we took a few minutes ago. “Well, if I would have known that we had that much time I would have taken a better picture”, I said and he laughed, taking the phone out of my hand. “It looks good, no?” he asked and opened the camera again. “Well, there´s nowhere we can go, might as well have a little photoshoot”, he said and I widened my eyes. “Seriously?” I laughed and he nodded before taking the first picture.
I don’t know how many pictures we took, but it was a lot. He just didn’t stop to click the release so that the camera pictured every moment. We made duck faces, grimaces, frowns and in between we laughed. He handed my phone back to me and I smiled big. “So, you said nobody cares if you´re late but there must be someone waiting for you, no?” he asked and looked at me. I put my phone in my purse and shook my head. “No, actually I´m here on my own. My friends are not really into racing”, I admitted and he frowned. “Oh, okay. Do you have a reserved seat at the track?” he asked and I shook my head again. “No, I only have the ticket to get to the track and then I can stand somewhere. There is no way that I will find a good place now”, I said and rolled my eyes. He seemed to think about something, but he didn’t say anything. I had to laugh. “I´m y/n, by the way”, I said and he laughed. “Oh, right. I would tell you my name but”, he pointed at my t-shirt and I laughed again. Suddenly, the elevator rumbled again and started moving. We sighed in relief and stood up, ready to get out of here. Even though I wouldn’t mind to be trapped in here with him a little longer.
We stepped out on the ground floor and I sighed, realizing that my Uber of course drove away and I still had to pay the full prize. Charles seemed to notice that something was wrong. “Hey, do you need a ride to the track? I can give you a lift”, he said and smiled. “It´s not like I have to hurry now, since I already missed the first ten minutes of the session”, he continued. “Are you sure? You really don’t have to”, I stuttered but he grabbed my hand. “Come on, I insist”.
Just minutes later I sat down in a red Ferrari next to him, not being capable of understanding what´s going on. How was this real? Was I really sitting next to Charles Leclerc in a Ferrari? I couldn’t hide my smile and I didn’t notice how Charles looked at me from his side, a light smile playing around his lips.
When we got to the track I stepped out the car and turned to him. “I really can´t thank you enough, Charles”, I said and he pulled me into a surprising hug. “It was very nice to meet you, y/n. Thanks for being my fan”, he said and winked before making his way to the VIP entrance. After a few steps, he turned around. “Are you coming?” he asked and I frowned. “I don’t think that I can go through there”, I laughed and he chuckled. “You can with me, come on”, he said and I didn’t wait for another word before I headed towards him. “She´s with me”, Charles said when we reached the entrance. The security guard let us through and there I was, in the middle of the paddock. “I figured it would be nicer if you could watch the session from the Ferrari hospitality?” he asked and I turned to look at him, with tears in my eyes. “Charles, stop. You can´t be serious”. “I am deadly serious”, he said and furrowed his eyebrows playfully. “Come on, I´ll get you a paddock pass so that you have access whenever you want”. He grabbed my hand, not realizing that the cameras were already focusing on us and led me to the Ferrari motorhome. Before we entered the big red house he came closer to my ear and whispered: “If the hospitality should be too boring, you can also have a seat in my garage”.
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blu-joons · 2 years
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When He Finds You Asleep Cuddling His Skzoo Plushie ~ Stray Kids Reaction
Bang Chan:
His head shook as he walked into the dorm, hearing the sniggers of the boys around him as Chan noticed you cuddled up to the Wolf Chan plush that you’d taken from his room.
“Looks like you’ve been replaced,” Hyunjin teased as the boys walked further in to where you were laid out on the sofa, fast asleep and clueless.
Chan shot a glare across at the boys as several of them laughed. “I’m just glad that she’s cuddling one of my plushies and not yours.”
“I think she’d rather cuddle that plushie than you,” Jisung smirked, poking against Chan’s arm to try and get some sort of reaction from him.
Chan’s eyes rolled as the boys all tried to wind him up, “if one of you guys laughing wakes her up, I’ll make sure that you regret it.”
“She’s too cosy to wake up.”
“All thanks to the plush.”
Another glare was shot, this time in Seungmin’s direction. “Why are you guys enjoying this so much? It’s just a plushie that’s asleep with.”
“But it’s your plushie, that is probably better than you.”
Lee Know:
A slight jump came from Minho as he pulled the curtain back of his bump to see you awake, unable to rest due to the noise both on the bus and the noise from the fans outside.
“Still awake,” Minho hummed, feeling apologetic as your head nodded with sleep having threatened for some time.
You reached behind you to grab the rabbit plush that you had found, “I even thought cuddling up to Leebit would help Min.”
“Where did you even manage to find that?” Minho laughed, having not seen a single one of his plushies around on the tour bus.”
A soft smile appeared on your face, “I bought it at the merch stall at the show, I needed something to help me sleep.”
“You paid for it?”
“Of course, I did?”
A shake of the head came from Minho, “you know all you had to do was say and I would have got you one for free Y/N.”
“I thought I’d buy it instead, like a proper fan does.”
Changbin:
Your eyes opened as soon as the front door slammed, jumping on the sofa where you were laid out as Changbin walked in, not realising that you were asleep in the other room.
“Sorry,” he whispered as soon as he noticed the fright in your eyes, your tired expression telling him everything.
You slowly sat yourself up as Changbin walked into the room, “I’ve not been woken up quite like that for a long time you know.”
“It’s still pretty early,” Changbin pointed out, “how come you’re asleep so soon?” He then asked, knowing that he was home on time too.
You reached back and grabbed the plushie that you had, “I found Dwaekki and once I cuddled up to him, my eyes closed.”
“He helped you sleep?”
“He’s really soft Bin.”
He nodded in agreement with you, “I can’t believe that you fell asleep better with a plushie than you do when you’re with me.”
“Clearly you just don’t compare to a plushie after all.”
Hyunjin:
A hand brushing over the top of your head made you stir, humming as you heard your name be whispered by Hyunjin, carefully waking you up from your nap on the sofa.
“Sorry it took me so late to come home,” he whispered as your eyes opened, a shy smile on your face as you finally saw him.
Your head shook as you showed him what it was that you had in your hands, “I found a good replacement for a while.”
“You took Jiniret from my office?” Hyunjin laughed, a slight shake of his head in disbelief following too. “Were you really that sleepy then?”
You hummed in reply, “I wanted something soft to cuddle up to and when I saw your plushie, I knew that it was perfect.”
“What about me though?”
“It’s not as good.”
Hyunjin’s smile quickly turned up, “that was exactly the answer that I was looking for, it better not be as good as cuddling as I am.”
“I don’t think that anything is as good as you are.”
Han:
You could hear familiar sniggers almost as soon as you heard the front door open, knowing that your sleep was definitely ruined as at last Jisung came home from work.
“You’re cuddling Han quokka,” he called out, knowing he didn’t need to be quiet as soon as he saw that your eyes were open.”
Your head nodded as you squeezed the plushie that you held even tighter, “he’s definitely a better cuddler than you are too Ji.”
“Hey,” Jisung frowned, taken aback by your sudden swipe as he placed his hand over his heart. “Why are you being so mean when I’ve just got home?”
Your shoulders shrugged in reply to him, “I guess I’m just being mean to you before you get the chance to be mean to me first.”
“When am I ever mean?”
“There’s many times.”
Jisung’s head shook back across at you, “I’ll let you off from that seeing as you just woke up, and you’ve got my plushie too.”
“It’s definitely more because of the plushie though.”
Felix:
The flash of a light made your body squirm, bringing your free hand up to cover your eyes, hearing a mutter of an apology come from the figure stood beside you on the sofa.
“I didn’t think my camera had the flash on,” Felix explained as your irritated eyes looked across to him in confusion.
Your eyes rolled as you began to adjust to the light of the room, “why are you even standing there taking photos of me anyway Felix?”
“You just looked cute cuddling up to my plushie, so I wanted to take a photo to be able to remember it by,” he shyly admitted, catching your smile.
You took the plushie that was in your hold and held it tighter to your chest, “I had to find a resource seeing as you weren’t here.”
“I’m guessing he did the trick.”
“I was fast asleep.”
Felix nodded with a gentle chuckle, “until I accidentally disturbed you with the flash of my camera, don’t worry, I know. I’m sorry.”
“You better be sorry; I was in a good dream too.”
Seungmin:
The feeling of your arms being lifted had you feeling discomfort as you turned around on the sofa, opening your eyes to see what was going on as a hand grabbed your plushie.
“Don’t mind me,” Seungmin gently laughed as he noticed your eyes opening, trying his best to get you to go back to sleep again.
With him disturbing you though, you found yourself lying awake. “How do you expect me not to mind you when you’re taking PuppyM?”
“I’m only taking him because surely you’d rather lay cuddled up tome rather than cuddled up to him?” Seungmin tried his best to explain to you.
Your head shook in reply to him though, “I’m comfy with my plushie thank you very much, I’d say if I wanted to swap him.”
“You’re really choosing him?”
“We’re cosy where we are.”
A look of disbelief appeared on Seungmin’s face, “where am I supposed to lay then if you’ve decided to lay with PuppyM instead?”
“That other chair over there looks pretty comfy.”
I.N:
A chuckle came from Jeongin as he watched you cuddling his plushie, his giggle loud enough to make you stir on the sofa, slowly opening your eyes to see that he was home.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jeongin teased as he noticed the hold that you had on the desert fox that you had stolen from him a couple of weeks ago.
A nod of the head followed from you as you stretched your arms up into the air. “It’s unfair that you create plushies that are so cosy.”
“I’m beginning to think that you enjoy that plushie more than you enjoy laying with me,” Jeongin challenged, raising his brows across at you.
It took a moment for you to reply which left Jeongin slightly nervous. “I don’t like it more, but this plushie does come pretty close to you.”
“As long as I’m just top.”
“It’s just top though.”
Jeongin nodded back at you, “I’ll take it,” he joked, “but now that I’m home, maybe me and that plushie could swap places for now?”
“Seeing as you’re so cuddly, I think I’d let you swap.”
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tigrensis · 4 months
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Major Project: Stanpipe
I started creating my next LARP character, Stanpipe, in late 2021. He has had plenty of time to develop and be refined as my current character seems to be immune to death (I've been playing them for almost six years at this point). Stanpipe began as a thought, ‘I want to play a healer’, and has slowly been refined into the horrible little mushroom man he is today.
The costume, like the character, has gone through multiple iterations. I started by making a generic blanket cape, I hadn’t decided on the decay theme yet and instead, I was working on something simple to keep me warm at night. I embroidered dark blue blanket stitches around the edge and some beads on the edge worn around the neck. I also added some lavender embroidery to the front. I wanted to look non-threatening, I'm not a big fan of combat so I went with a softer look initially.
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After a while I started to develop the idea of a mushroom-themed character, at events, I saw a lot of people making characters with mushroom aesthetics. These people were often going down the route of cute fey characters with fly agaric themed clothing. I like these costumes but they don’t appeal to me as something I'd wear. I’m not interested in representations of mushrooms that remove them from their context of decay and rot. I’m much more interested in a darker interpretation of a mushroom character. I have also completely flipped on the idea of looking non-threatening, I want to look scary, I want people to be nervous when I come to heal them, and I want to have fun whilst I'm doing it.
I settled on a core concept of a character who had once been a fey but had taken a nap in a forest one day. A few thousand years later he woke up, to find that he had been partially consumed by mushrooms, he had decayed whilst staying alive. There's a lot more I want to say about decay and how it relates to my identity and experiences. I would much rather give those thoughts a separate place to breathe.
The question of whether Stanpipe is the mushrooms, the original fey, or a mixture of both will never be answered. I want to leave this ambiguous for multiple reasons. The main reason is that there's no sense in having an overly written backstory as it does not impact what happens in the game, it can also be difficult to keep track of. Instead, I have a few key facts for my characters that I use to inform their actions and reactions.
My key facts for Stanpipe are:
He was a fey farmer in ancient history
He took a nap one day
He woke up like this
He knows nothing about anything
To match my costume to my character I ended up altering a straw boater and my already made blanket cloak. I used dried lichens that I had gathered after a storm to alter the hat and make it look taken over by nature. I'm still very happy with the hat and I’m looking forward to wearing it in character.
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My blanket cloak I am less happy with my, I started by painting lichens onto the blanket using a mix of acrylic paints. I experimented a lot with texture and colour to varying degrees of success. Some of the lichens are too bright and I need to darken them in the future.
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I also used real lichens on the shoulders with mushrooms sculpted out of clay. It looks nice in pictures but I quickly found that the lichens, which were living in this case, were difficult to maintain and would be extremely fragile when worn. This fragility would be made even worse by the fact that the LARP I attend is a boffer system meaning that I’d need to be able to move quickly and take hits. For now, I’ve decided to take off the lichens and mushrooms and will re-use them on other, more stable, projects.
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To complete this costume there are still a few things left to do, I need to make shirts and trousers. The trousers are almost complete, they just need a waistband (I think I’ll turn the trousers into a separate post because I like them so much). Normally I would use one of the shirts I already own but because Stanpipe is decay-themed I want to be able to break down the shirts and make them look old and rotted. I wouldn’t want to do that to something that wasn’t built for it. It also means that I can make them look however I want, it can be hard sometimes to find a LARP kit that fits me well so I don’t want to buy something that does and then restrict it to being used by just one character.
I’m also starting on making some vests for the character to wear which I am going to go for it with the breakdown. One will be made of scuba suede which is a thick stretchy synthetic fabric with a pile. The other will be knitted from alpaca wool and will have tufts of felting wool knitted into it as I go, the goal is to create a mossy appearance. I’m going to be experimenting with growing plant life on them to see what sort of damage the root system does. I'm expecting some sort of staining at the least however I am currently sceptical about whether any damage will occur to the scuba suede because of how thick it is.
Here are some work-in-progress images from the trousers and the vests.
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