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moonlight-prose · 1 year

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FROM EDEN, LOVE GROWS

a/n: this is a small very wildly written joel fic. i couldn't decide if i wanted to use pre-outbreak joel or just modern-day joel. so it's joel that lives in a cabin and finally given the peace that he's wanted since the outbreak happened. there's no real timeline and it doesn't fit into anything i've written before, so it's just this. a massive thank you to my darling @sunflowersteves for bet-reading this and screaming over it with me.

dedicated to: @saradika happy valentine's day/signed, sealed, delivered day babes! i hope you enjoy your small gift!🖤🖤

summary: days spent in flower fields and cooking in a sunbathed kitchen with him.

word count: 2.1k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, romance, joel being happy, cottagecore vibes, domestic bliss, p in v sex, cumplay, cumeating, fluff.

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Flowers brushed along your hands as you walked through the overgrown field he tended to complain about. Yet with all his complaints, he never once thought about cutting them down. Perhaps it was the way your face lit up with a smile as you saw the array of colors splashed like a painting outside, or even the way you looked standing in the center. Joel couldn’t find it in himself to take this small Eden away from you.

He dropped the pieces of wood beside the front step. All prepared to be tossed into the fireplace as the both of you prepared dinner in your too small kitchen. The space was filled with dried flowers and herbs hanging from the ceiling, small trinkets you’d collected through your time, and pictures.

Oh how you couldn’t stop taking pictures.

Wherever Joel went he could see small polaroid images of himself, of you two together, and even of Ellie. You took a liking to her the second you met her. Knowing how much Joel cared for the girl. In your own way, you were her mother, the person she looked up to. Joel found that his heart that died long ago, stirred to life. You brought out a side of him that disappeared a long time ago and he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Content to remain in this haven you created together for as long as you could.

He could hear you humming a tune as you picked yet another long sprig of lavender. The purple color was vibrant and alive when you held it. He’d never had an appreciation for flowers until you. Found them to be things that grew, and more often than not…things that he’d later cut down.

Yet now he could see how beautiful they were. How beautiful you were surrounded by them.

The sunlight turned the field ethereal, your worn dress fluttering in the breeze. He felt his breath catch, his eyes tracing the curves that were see through in the thin fabric. The very curves that he had kissed, touched, last night. Until you were breaking beneath his palms, begging him to put you back together with his love.

“What are you staring at?” you called, the flowers you’d gathered practically spilled out of your arms.

Joel’s lips turned up into a grin, his eyes tracing down the length of your body as you made your way down the pathway. The skirt of your dress swishing with each step, the top practically slipping down your shoulders. He wanted to get you inside, build the fire, and peel away the thin layer you wore. Although that might construe him as being impatient and hasty. Joel didn’t care, he’d ask to have you in the middle of the flower field you adore so much, simply to be close to you.

“You,” he murmured, feeling his heart swell at the sight of your smile growing.

He’d never been so in love with someone as he was with you right now.

“Enjoying the view?” you asked, dropping the flowers on the old wooden table he and Tommy managed to scrape together.

His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. “Very much.”

Your breathy giggle did him in. Turned his insides into something akin to melted chocolate as you stood on your toes, your arms going around his neck to pull him closer. He caught the faint scent of your homemade perfume wafting to his nose, the floral aroma turning his mind hazy. Heat pooled in his body, the heady sensation of need springing to life in his body.

He forgot about the wood, about the dinner, the second your lips slid against his. The small moan of contentment you let out into his mouth reminded Joel of what exactly he had. A life he couldn’t have ever dreamed about. Licking into your mouth, he began to gently ruck up the skirt of your dress. Desperate to feel some part of your skin that lay beneath, like a delicate bud waiting to bloom for him.

“Joel,” you sighed, head falling back as he nipped down your throat, laving his tongue over the small bites to soothe the pain. “The dinner.”

Grunting, he stepped forward, forcing you back until your legs hit the table that was partially covered in flowers. With gentle encouragement, he helped you onto it, his hands now shoving up your dress with a vigor that hadn’t been there before. But you knew Joel when he got like this. Nothing would deter the path he so clearly set for himself.

“We’ll get to that,” he mumbled, grasping on the top of your dress and yanking it down like he’d been dreaming of doing.

Your sharp gasp was like music to his ears, the heat pooling even faster into his body. Who were you to complain when Joel’s idea of pleasure was worshiping you like a goddess. As if you were an ethereal being that emerged from the forest, dripping in sunlight and petals, and his only goal in life was to reverently tend to your alter. To proclaim his soul as yours.

His palms cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing your peaked nipples and drawing out sounds he wished he could hear on a loop in his head. It was when he took one into his mouth that he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Your hand digging into his graying hair, yanking on it as he scraped his teeth along the sensitive bud.

“Don’t tease me,” you begged, practically bowing into his hold. “Please baby. I want—oh fuck.”

His hands slipped between your thighs, stroking the plush flesh with his calloused palms. Pleasure sparked up your spine, turning your mind dizzy as you tried to form coherent words. Yet they all seemed to fade away the longer he teased you. So close to what you needed the most, but still so far.

With a surge of bravery, you took a hold of his wrist, shoving his palm even higher until his fingers dipped into your soaked pussy. Your saccharine smile was all he saw as shock crossed his face at the realization. All the while you pranced in the field, gathering your flowers, and practically calling out to him…you’d been bare beneath your dress. Wearing nothing to block him from taking you like this.

“Shit,” he rasped, his fingers finding your clit with ease as you practically dripped down his palm. “All day?”

You nodded, shifting up to catch his lips in a wet kiss, your tongue sliding along his. “Wondered when you’d come and finally take me Miller,” you breathed, hips bucking into his hand.

Joel’s other hand gripped the back of your neck, his lips roughly pressing against your with a raw passion that only came when he was like this. Too worked up for words. So he allowed his actions to speak for him. He took and took until you were breathless, until you were begging him to keep going. To take everything you had to offer and replace it with himself.

“You’re a menace sugar.” He pressed down on your clit, smiling at the sound of your mewled whimper. “You wanted me to take ya huh? To fill you up until you were dripping of me?”

You nodded, fingers scraping along his clothed shoulders. “Yes.”

Stroking your chin lightly, he thumbed your bottom lip, pulling at it until you took it into your mouth. Your tongue licking along the digit with a need that caused his whole body to throb.

“Open your eyes for me baby.” He groaned as they fluttered open, lust filling them. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The drunken smile that crossed your lips had him reaching down to unbuckle his pants, the thumb on your clit still working you over. Your legs were hitched over his hips, pulling him closer as you moaned into his neck. Unable to ask him for what you wanted. Except he already knew it. Because that was the thing about Joel.

He never told you that payed attention, never let you in on that small fact, until he was giving you what you unconsciously wanted. The polaroid pictures littered around the house was proof enough. Fuck, even the flowers he always brought home for you, wild or not. He knew what you wanted, knew what you loved, and gave it to you. Just to see that smile cross your lips again—all for him.

“You want me to fuck you honey?” Nodding, you tried to press him closer, your hands gripping onto the back of his neck. “I need words.”

“Yes Joel,” you whimpered. “Need you inside me. Please baby. Please—”

Your head fell back, mouth falling open in a silent shout as he sunk into your, the pleasure searing through both your bodies. His forehead fell against yours, hand slapping against the table behind you as he curled over your body. Joel barely kept himself together at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him so tight. It made him lightheaded.

His breath came out in pants, cock throbbing along your walls when he pulled back slightly. Except your legs kept him from moving too far, turning his thrust into a stunted movement. Yet that seemed to be exactly what you needed. Crying against his shoulder, you clung to his body, your hips coming up off the table to meet his thrusts. Desperate for the budding release in your body.

“So fuckin’ good,” he slurred against your throat, licking at the sweat that formed—moaning at the salty taste.

Shoving his hips forward and sending you up the table slightly, he felt you bear down around him. Moaning, you felt his thumb return to your clit, spreading your slick up. You knew you wouldn’t last long, the coil growing tighter by the second. Yet you also knew Joel was right there with you. Unable to control himself.

With each throaty grunt, his hips slammed into yours, the head of his cock rubbing against that spot that had your toes curling. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you leaned back on one hand, rolling your hips to meet his movements. It was a debauched quick fuck that could not be considered anything other than pure filth. Except Joel made it beautiful. He whispered praise with each kiss, reminding you of why you were with him in the first place.

Your heart belonged to him—the space he carved within you so large that you could barely stand it at times.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous honey,” he mumbled against your lips, breathing hotly into your mouth. “I–I fuck I—”

“I know,” you panted, feeling him pinch your clit between two fingers. “I love you Joel.”

His hips stuttered as he cried out against your breast, his teeth sinking into the skin. With one last thrust, he broke, coming apart in your arms and spurting into your warm pussy. That seemed to be all it took for you to follow him. Your body went taut, the tightness in your stomach finally breaking to fill you with that warm pleasure you ached for. Shaking in his arms, you felt his hands stroke your back, soothing you until eventually you came down from that euphoric high.

The sob of his name on your lips echoing in your small cabin.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, happy to remain right where he was.

The sun was beginning to dip beneath the treeline, turning your small Eden dark, but neither of you minded. There was safety in this small life you’d built together. Comfort filled the cracks of your home, seeping into your skin slowly. This was your forever with him, the one thing you longed to have for some time.

Eventually Joel pulled out, his fingers dipping down to gather what dripped out of you. Moaning softly, you smiled as he slipped it into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the combined taste. It didn’t take you asking him to know what you wanted. Sliding his cum through your folds, he pressed his slick coated fingers against your lips too. A smile crossed his face as you groaned at the taste, licking at him until the pads of his fingers were clean.

“We don’t have to cook dinner,” he said softly, spreading your thighs with his hands.

You laughed, your hand digging into his hair once more. “Joel, we have to eat something.”

“I know.”

He didn’t give you time to respond, already hooking your legs over his shoulders and pushing your dress up even further. And you let him. You gave into the pleasure one more time, the warmth of his love caressing you with each passing moment. Dinner would be prepared eventually, but right now you would bask in his touch. Happy to remain in this blooming love for as long as time allowed.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #my writing #still on hiatus as this posts

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lashysdomain · 3 months

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Scopaesthesia

tw for stalking

Arms stretched over her head Niriol leaves the corner store, a few bags in one hand from the late night snack run. She'd forgotten to shop the night before and it's too close to dawn for her to go for a proper trip.

Hitting the button on her fob Niri doesn't pay much mind when she doesn't hear the thunk of a car unlocking, simply opening the driver side door and climbing in. She probably forgot to lock it is the only thought that crosses her mind as her bags are set into the footwell of the adjoining seat. Time to get home before she falls asleep in the parking lot.

Pulling out of the parking lot it's a short uneventful drive back to her home. The unfamiliar music playing from her sound system strikes her as having some very strange composition, what with the odd shifting noises interspersed with the rest of the instrumental. It was a new station she'd picked out on the way over to keep her awake and one she'll change once back home it seems.

Once the violets car is pulled into her garage she steps out, pulling the bags with her so she won't have to go to the other side. Normally she'd close the garage door, but this morning is meant to be mild and there's no real reason for it when the weather isn't bad. Better to air out the dank smell of the concrete box.

Stepping up to the side door of her home the faint metallic thunk behind her makes her turn. It takes a moment or two for her to realize what the noise is, her heart skipping a beat seeing the far back seat door of her car ajar, closing a moment after she notices.

Swallowing hard she glances down to her hands, currently fumbling quicker with her various keys to find the one that matches the door behind her. Staring out into the garage isn't helping, she can't tell just by feel....

She looks down to try and find the right key as quickly as possible after realizing telling by feel is futile. Immediately she regrets it, the scuffing of shoes running snapping her attention up just in time to see the individual clad in blue rushing for her, their hands slamming beside her head against the door. They're considerably taller than her 5'3" stature causing her to shrink down in reflex, fins flicking back as her nerves begin to set in further.

"Hi! Niriol! I know it's like, reaaally kind of Not Cool to spring up on creators like this but you're going to have to forgive me, okay? I just, I have this new idea you see. I think you could pull it off really well, and you've not been messaging me back on Chitter, so I figured I'd, like, come tell you in person!"

An idea....? Usually Niri would gladly listen to any suggestions unless they were unreasonable.... There's not anyone lately that she'd had to tell no to.... Unless someone else had filtered their messages entirely from her...

Oh no.

"You're..."

"WingedBinger, yeah! I've been trying to get you to reply back to me for like half a sweep at this point! You can understand why I'm here now, right? Our first conversation was great! You were so sweet, you really seemed lovely! I-I've come up with new ideas, though! It's not the same one you said no to before!"

"I'm... Sorry I don't... Do the kind of shoots you've mentioned..."

"But you could! I could be the photographer if that's the issue! You're like really pretty, you could make a lot of people happy by doing more! For your fans!"

Sure Niriol got the occasional person who would wish she would wear things that were more revealing, but this person... They'd been trying to pressure her into that sort of content for the better part of a sweep now, using various alt accounts to get around her initial block, always insisting that they'd be willing to take the pictures. One of her mods was assigned to filter through her messages on her main platforms, while others had them turned off to avoid the spam.

"I... Appreciate the feedback, but I'm not comfortable-"

"It's for your fans! You say you'd do anything for them, don't you? Come on, lets go inside, I can show you how cool it'll be!"

Niri's blood runs cold feeling the keys pulled from her hands and an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her flush into this strangers body. They're trying each key so casually to try and get into her home when something thunks into the frame of the door, a large rock having whizzed past the pair of them.

"Hey, cunt, I don't think the lady wants your attention. Do me a favor and fuck off."

The figure stalking her way through the garage door isn't entirely unfamiliar to Niriol, though the pair have never met in person. Gold and white heterochromia, short hair with straight bangs, platform boots that bring her to just over 6 feet tall; that's Kheron's friend.

"Let her go, or I'll find something to bash your skull in."

The cold confidence of Vayuya's voice sends a chill down Niri's spine and makes the blue blood pause, grip loosening just enough for her to make a break for it, running over to the tall woman's side. Vayu's hand is laid on Niri's head as she hides in an attempt to calm the terrified woman.

"Drop the keys, walk away, and don't look back."

"We were just ta-"

"You were breaking into her home. Don't think your shrill voice couldn't be heard outside. Get lost."

They fumble for an excuse, not finding one that she seems to even entertain, they chuck the keys at Vayu before running past her; despite the keys being thrown the gold blood takes the full impact of them to her face, barely flinching and making sure that she stays between the stranger and the terrified seadweller.

"Close the garage."

Vayu commands after the stranger clears the door, Niriol running over to the panel on the wall to do so with the gold blood close behind.

"I kept telling Kheron this would happen... You need to grow a backbone, damn it..."

She scoffs, waiting for the door to be fully closed before leaving Niri's side so she can pick up the discarded keys.

"Here. Get yourself inside and make sure everything else is locked. Windows included."

"Th... Thank you, Vayuya..."

".... Yeah."

"You should come in... The sun's nearly up."

She pauses, debating Niriol's offer and how much she dislikes being in other peoples spaces and not her own. Her place would be another 40 minute walk, and this girl could use someone who's perhaps a bit hyper paranoid to make sure her place is safe....

"Fine.... I'm gonna text Kheron, let him know what happened."

"... Do you have to?"

"Legally? No. Morally, also no, but I'm going to."

The violet blood nods not at all looking forward to the conversation that might follow Kheron finding out about all this, finally finding the right key to let the pair into her home. At least with Vayuya around Niri doubts that person will be back tonight.

#niriol #niriol writing #drabble #niriol rp #hiding the other person deeper into the tags oooooo #vayuya #vayuya rp #vayuya writing #stalking

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cooler-than-ever · 7 months

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The last wish - buggy the clown

I've only recently begun watching op and I wanted to write for it after seeing the clown (I collect clowns since I love them). Due to my lack of familiarity with the character this is certainly a little ooc. I picture la buggy, but you may picture any version you want.

this is not x reader. I don't know how to write that while also including everyone in it.

words: 2032

Buggy the Clown, a proud pirate who wants to find a magical object on a cursed island that grants wishes. But when he gets close to the island, his ship vanishes, and he's stuck there. While on the island, Buggy meets Lola, a woman who's been stuck there for a long time. They become friends and more and help each other survive. As they grow closer, Buggy uses the wish-granting object and disappears, which breaks Lola's heart.

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"Captain, land ahead!"

The shout from the man standing in the crow's nest brought a broad grin to Buggy's face. "The treasure will be mine, and I'll be the king of the pirates," he thought. However, as the land came into clearer view in the distance, it snapped him out of his joy-induced daydream.

The first step would be to obtain the object, which is said to grant the owner one wish. The only catch is that the island is cursed, but that won't deter him—he was, after all, Bugsy the Clown, the most feared pirate of all time—at least in his eyes.

As the ship approached land, Buggy eagerly jumped off the side and ran ashore, trudging through the slightly cool water. However, as he reached the shore and turned to wave his crew over, he was all by himself with no sign of the ship.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.

Soon after, a string of other curses escaped his mouth. The curse was real, and he found himself completely alone on this island—or so he thought.

—-

The clown sliced through the leaves with his knife as he navigated through the dense forest, skillfully avoiding any obstacles in his path. As he approached a clearing, he spotted a makeshift tent in the distance. However, before he could get any closer, an arrow whizzed past him, embedding itself in the tree behind him.

"State your business here," a strong woman's voice demanded.

Buggy's throat tightened as he stood shocked but quickly regained his composure. "I'm Buggy, Buggy the Clown, the flashy fool, Buggy the Genius Jester. Doesn't ring a bell, huh?"

"I said state your business here."

"I came for a piece of treasure, you might know of it; it grants the user a wish."

"There is no treasure. I've searched this island from top to bottom, and I've found nothing. I'm guessing your ship disappeared too?"

"Yes, it did."

"Well, that's the curse of the island. I thought I would be here alone forever, but now there's you."

"Yes, well, I guess we'll be getting very close soon," he said suggestively.

"Let's find something to eat for you then."

—-

Buggy watched as the still nameless woman expertly skinned the small animal she had found, carefully turning the much larger boar over the flame.

"How come you got the boar?" he inquired.

"Well, because I killed it. You're lucky I caught this for you," she replied, holding up the small bunny.

They ate in silence until early on when Buggy finished his meal. He stared at the woman and finally asked the much-needed question.

"So, what's your name, gorgeous?" he said, causing her to look up at him and roll her eyes.

"Lola," she replied, continuing to tear off large bites from the bone. They both fell into silence again before Buggy decided to break it.

"Well, Lola, I'm gonna get out of here," he said, standing up and making his way out of the clearing.

"Wait!" she exclaimed. "You're the first person I've seen in years. Can you just stay with me for a while longer?"

Buggy observed that she looked like she was going to cry and decided he'd rather stay there than leave a poor, crying woman all alone.

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After talking things out and getting to know each other, and helping her prepare for bed as night fell, Buggy made the decision to stay put and keep watch over her while she slept. As long as he had her, Buggy didn't think things would be all that horrible.

Over the following weeks, or perhaps months, time seemed to blur on the island. The days melded together, making it increasingly difficult to determine how long he had been there. During this period, Buggy learned more about her. She had been trying to use the locket to make a wish for her father's return. She wasn't a pirate; instead, she had come to the island with a crew who had failed to inform her of the curse. She claimed to have been stranded in this place for countless years, too many to count.

As they shared their stories and experiences, Buggy felt a growing sense of an unfamiliar feeling with Lola. They had become each other's support on the cursed island, finding solitude and companionship in their shared isolation. It was an unusual and random bond, but one that offered comfort while in the situation they were stuck in.

Despite the uncertainty of their situation, Buggy found himself grateful for the company of the woman named Lola. Together, they faced the challenges of the island and the hope of one day breaking free from its curse. They didn't know that day would be today, at least for one of them.

"Lola," Buggy said, a rising panic evident in his tone.

"Yeah?" Lola responded, sounding nervous and rushed, fearing what Buggy had discovered.

She followed Buggy's voice into the gaps between the trees and saw what he did—or rather, what he had —the locket lay between Buggy's fingers, resting in his palm. He looked up at her, his lips slicked nervously.

"What?" Lola asked, confused.

In an instant, Buggy was gone. He had used the locket, leaving her there all alone once again. Lola broke down in tears, slowly turning into sobs. During the time he was here, she thought they wouldn't leave each other. She loved him, believing that he felt the same. But she guessed wrong.

that's what she thought.

Back with Buggy's crew, a sense of unease gripped them all. They were anxious to have their captain back, but his mysterious disappearance right in front of their eyes had left them in a state of shock, beyond belief. They had no idea where he could be.

Then, suddenly, they heard the familiar grunts and angry mumbles of their captain. The majority of the crew who were near the source of the sounds rushed to the deck, hoping against hope that it wasn't merely a figment of their imagination. To their astonishment, Captain Buggy lay there in all his glory, his makeup completely gone, and his clothing torn, yet all the pieces were still intact. However, the familiar grin he typically wore behind the makeup was conspicuously absent. He appeared sad, almost as if he didn't want to be there.

Someone in the crew noticed the locket he held in his hand and gasped. Their reaction made everyone, including Buggy, snap their heads toward the source of the commotion and follow the gaze to the locket.

"You actually got it!" exclaimed a crew member.

The crew erupted into cheers, and the excitement quickly spread throughout the ship. Even those who had been below deck rushed to the scene to see what the fuss was about. The entire ship's population joined in the celebration, except for one.

"SHUT UP!" Buggy shouted, his voice louder than the commotion. "If I hear one more peep out of any of you, I'll handle it myself."

A chorus of 'yes, Buggy' came from the crew, and they fell silent.

With that, Buggy retreated back to his chambers for the night, leaving the rest of the crew in a state of shock and wonder about what had happened to their captain.

In Buggy's chambers, he sat at his vanity, staring at himself. However, there was no pride in his gaze; instead, disappointment and even self-disgust clouded his expression. "How could I leave her there?" he muttered to himself, the weight of his actions heavy on his conscience.

Suddenly, a timid, hesitant knock came from the door, causing Buggy to snap his head in that direction, his attention abruptly diverted.

"WHAT?" he yelled.

"Umm, Captain Buggy, can I talk to you?"

"You are talking to me right now, are you not?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did—fine, go ahead."

"Are you okay? Ever since you came back, you've been different."

"If you think you can come in here and mock me, you are mistaken, buddy."

"No, sir, that's not what I'm doing. We're worried about you; you're our captain."

"Your name's James, right?"

"No, sir, it's Jack."

"Well, Jack, come in, won't you, and shut the door too."

Jack complied, and Buggy stood up to match his height, intimidating Jack in the process, who cowered in fear and averted his gaze to the wooden floor.

"Well, Jack, you know what this does," Buggy paused, holding up the locket, "it grants a wish, and you're gonna give me that wish of yours, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Wish for Lola back."

"Lola?"

"Don't question me, just do it."

"Okay."

Buggy handed the locket over to Jack and watched as Jack stared at it, puzzled.

"Well, do it!" Buggy demanded, sounding fed up already.

"I did."

"You bastard, you tricked me, bitch!"

"Sir, I did what you asked."

Buggy drew his knife and slowly stepped forward toward Jack. Instead of cowering in fear, Jack decided that if he was going to go out, he'd do it with an audience and started running towards the main deck where everyone else was. Buggy followed closely, not running but taking long strides.

Upon reaching the main deck, he found himself blocked by the fellow crew members. With nowhere to run, he turned to face the slowly approaching Buggy the Clown.

Before Buggy got too close, a soft voice broke out, "Buggs?"

Buggy's face twisted with shock as he spun around fast to see the person the voice belonged to.

"Lola," he breathed out, taking a step toward her.

Except she stepped back. "You left me."

Buggy's heart sank as Lola took a step back, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. He knew he deserved her disappointment, but the pain in her eyes was more than he could bear.

"You left me," Lola repeated, her voice quivering with emotion.

Buggy took another step toward her, desperately wanting to close the distance between them. "But you're here now," he pleaded, his voice filled with regret.

Lola shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "But you left me," she said once more, her voice breaking.

Buggy was at a loss for words. He had hoped for forgiveness, but he understood that his actions had left deep scars on her heart. He couldn't change the past, but he was determined to make the future better.

"I know," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm so sorry, Lola. I regret it every day. I'd give anything to take it back."

Lola's gaze softened, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might relent. But then she pulled away, her expression hardening once more.

"You don't get it, Buggy," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. "You hurt me, and I can't just forget that."

Buggy felt a lump in his throat, but he couldn't give up. He had made her wished back for a reason �� to be with her.

"I love you, Lola," he confessed, his voice filled with a new kind of vulnerability. "I know I messed up, but I love you more than anything. I'll spend the rest of our lives together trying to make it right if you just give me another chance."

Lola hesitated, her eyes locked with his. Buggy could see the internal struggle she was going through, torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a future together.

"Okay," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.

Buggy felt a wave of relief and delight sweep over him, and he closed the gap between them, engulfing Lola in a close embrace. He held her close and promised never to let her go again as she buried her face in his chest.

The crew members stood motionless on the main deck, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. Witnessing this moment brought tears to some of their eyes, as they longed for their captain to find happiness, and he had, with her by his side.

The journey that Buggy and Lola had on the cursed island had been filled with challenges, but now that the two of them were reunited, they were prepared to face whatever obstacles lay ahead.

#buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy fanfiction #captain buggy

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foreverydinger · 5 months

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Sammy's Swynwrimo: SWYNRP Character Wishlist

Disclaimer 1: As always I will not be including fcs because I certainly do not have any skill with fcs! I leave that to the PROFESSIONALS (like Mak)! Disclaimer 2: These haven't changed much over the years so I'm sorry! lol

Characters I Wanna See People Write Because I Wanna Interact With Them So Bad Pretty Pretty Please:

Barley Lightfoot: Listen, usually I'd put him in the list of characters I want to play because I've been tempted to pick up Barley for literal years but I feel like I probably shouldn't pick up Barley with Tony and Ian being solidified as soulmates so I'm begging pleading on my KNEES for one of you to get him so I can throw your future brother-in-law at them and Ian's mentor who I've been headcanoning treats BARLEY like a psuedo-mentor in the Magick History Department AND Riley, your psuedo-cousin! C'moooon!

Bingham “Bing” Boggs: Inside Out Characters FTW!! Listen, this idea is so bright and fun and I want to throw Martin at him and absolutely obviously Riley! It's just so fun please bring me Bing Bong 😭

Wade Ripple: Wade's energy really captivates me. I don't think I'd be able to do him justice but I have been obsessed with this sobbing mess since my first watch through of Elemental. I can see Riley or Martin (depending on age) also being drawn to his energy. Might drive Tony nuts depending but.

Keaton “Buster” Palmerteri: Listen, we ALL know I'm a Sequels Bitch and Buster has always been one of those characters I hate to love and love to hate. Just the Big Bully energy mixed with him also being a werewolf? The power that that could bring? Very fun!

James P. Sullivan: Who doesn't love a demon? Especially one who wants to pass for human but has to use their monstrous side to survive? The nuance! The dichotomy! I wanna see him!!

Characters Sammy Wants To Play & You Should Take Away From Me Please Oh Please Save Me From Myself:

Stiles Sanders Experiment 626: I've only been staring at this skeleton since I joined in 2020. I feel like Stiles' story can go so many ways! He's definitely got some Super Shit going on after the experiments but ultimately he wants to just be a person! And the amnesia? I mean please!

William Conner: Similar vibes to the above but!! Human Robot!! Human ROBOT!!! He grew too much sentience after an upgrade and now he wants to be a Real Boy! Why would you not wanna be involved here?!!?

Princess Atta Flutterwing of Swynlake Hollow: Okay this is a very recent addition to the Box of Potentials but the potential is still there! The idea of finding a human apartment because the Queen has decreed you need to understand humans which means you're essentially On Your Own for the first time in your whole life? Yes, of course, you can visit home but it's a whole change in the dynamics if you're visiting rather than living there. A coming of age story! Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift ANYONE!??!

Eve Harper: My concept for Eve is very different than the skeleton, admittedly. I can see Eve walking through the world with her OCD first as an adversary then as a way to look at things from other angles. I always picture her as a sorcerer (Divination Specialty) with the gift of Prophecy that makes her obsessions and compulsions all that more complicated to navigate. Just knowing she can do good with these gifts but also knowing that it's not quite as reliable as people might think.

Pearl Beck: The idea of this bright and bubbly cecaelia is really fun! The other two are evil (love you Ursula and Morgana) and Pearl just desperately wants to be accepted. Nowhere that has claimed to be 'Magick Friendly' has ever truly allowed her to stay because of the stigma of her abilities but she doesn't let it get her down!

#swynwrimosammy #swynwrimo

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die 06 for the ask game. Also spades slick

YEASSSS okay this is gonna be long since it's two characters but let's get into it!!

So first Die

favorite thing about them

He's a lanky grown ass man who looks like would shriek if I tapped him on the shoulder,his abject weirdness and pitifullness appeals to me in a way I can't explain. I both love him dearly and would bite him viciously

least favorite thing about them

Funnily enough despite the description of me wanting to bite him above there's nothing I dislike about Die! I wish he showed up more :(

favorite line

"Looks like he got what he deserved.

But, uh...

As usual, you find yourself in a bit of a predicament"

Like yeah you fucking did...

brOTP

Okay it might be out there but Die and Snowman...I like to think she's weirdly endeared to him and she's the one he hangs out with the most. She would have him do things for her like polish her claws or have coffee with her(of course he's the one making it). Most of what they do is him doing things for her but he likes the positive attention(at least he thinks it's positive I don't think Snowman emotes facially much)

OTP

Die × Itchy

They hate eachother. But like

They also think about eachother a little too much

Boxcars×Die because I see really cute art of them that I like!!

nOTP

None really!

random headcanon

Die is riddled with anxiety and probably shakes sometimes because of it like those chihuahuas that have to wear little sweaters. I also hc that he's a mammalian leprechaun with his DNA coming from a hare. They both look like they've seen God. He is very quick to flee from any situation,he's like the last guy you would call for any sort of help but when he does get into fights and actually stays he fights like hell. He also has a staring problem.

unpopular opinion

I touched on this in another post but Die would not like weed if he got high he would just be paranoid and scared it would not relax him it would make him horrified of everything and in turn would ruin everyone else's vibe

song i associate with them

I imagine this would be playing in that empty void Itchy and Die were playing cards in

https://youtu.be/rLW_CLW5a5g?si=6Vi_v4rhh3b2Qdrk

favorite picture of them

He looks like a deer in headlights I love him dearly

Okay now on to Slick!!

favorite thing about them

Okay without getting like too personal I had alot of childhood stuff having to do with Slick but over the years I've learned that I fucking love him. My favourite thing about him is how soft he gets around Ms.Paint it's so sweet. Also his lowkey goofy moments(like him trying to think of a line to say before killing Sawbuck and Crowbar,or him pretending to ride a horse and Snowman catching him)

least favorite thing about them

None nowadays,I love him very much

favorite line

"Hate to chop all of your heads off with this sword. Real sorry about that. My bad."

brOTP

All of the midnight crew. All of them.

OTP

Also all of the midnight crew. I like Polycrews!!

And Slickpaint!!!!I love Slickpaint so much it brings me so much comfort even as a kid I loved it and I still do!!

nOTP

Can't really think of one atm!

random headcanon

I hc Slick as Transmasc,idk why but I do and it makes me happy when I see other people do to! He never got top surgery because he doesn't care,who the fuck is gonna say anything about his chest. Everyone who has is dead now.

unpopular opinion

Don't think I have any tbh!

song i associate with them

This song makes me think of Slick and the midnight crew as a whole!I imagine their casino when I listen to it..

https://youtu.be/BQdLVzL5yqA?si=QqXcMpCZA-kfOAWL

favorite picture of them

#ask #homestuck #ss #die 06

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct angst #nct jaehyun #nct fluff #nct jung yoonoh

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 08 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Hearts Wide Open

Silently, you let Billy pull you inside. You can't help but give a quick look around as he closes the door. “Are you busy?” You ask, gesturing at the TV.

“I was going to work out but...” He walks over there and turns it off. “I–” Someone knocks, cutting him off. “Who's this?”

“Delivery for Susan Hargrove.” A male voice says, and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Give me a sec.” He mutters before heading to the door.

Nodding, you pace around the living room. There's a bench press in the middle of it, and the bellbar seems very heavy. Walking further inside, you give a glance at the door. Billy seems to be arguing with the guy, so you decide to explore, walking through a small hall. On the first door, you hear some music, so it's probably Max's room. You go for the next door, slowly opening it.

It doesn't take much time until you notice it's Billy's room. He doesn't seem like he's done arguing, so you walk in. The bed is messed up, and there are movie posters on the wall. Walking around, you notice a couple of pictures on the inside of his wardrobe door, which was left open. In one of them, a blonde woman is looking away, a hand keeping her hair away from her face. In the other, the same woman with a kid next to her, both smiling. It's Billy's mother, that's clear.

“Sneaky,” Billy says, startling you a little.

Stepping away from the wardrobe, you clear your throat. “Sorry, Mmm... She's beautiful.” You mutter, gesturing at the pictures. “And you seemed very happy.”

“I was.”

“Yeah...” Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms. “B, I...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge, eyes locked on your hands. “Why did you... Why did you disappear like that?” You didn't plan on getting all sentimental, but it's just flowing out. “We were fine... Normal and then... You just left.”

“Stacy pushed you because of me. People are... People are starting to notice we're around each other a lot and they'll start calling you a slut. And... I already screwed up my life, I can't screw up yours.” Billy sits next to you, so you pull a leg up, folding it under you and turning your body towards him.

“First of all, I need to know if what you said at the mall still stands. Or else I'll sound like an idiot.” Keeping your voice low, you try not to sound too nervous.

“Every single word. That's why I decided to step away.”

Nodding, mostly to yourself, you sigh. “I... I was trying, you know? Trying to see if we would work out somehow.” You didn't want to admit it, but here you are. And if you don't speak your heart now, you never will. “We're extreme opposites but I do enjoy spending time with you. And the friendship we're creating is good so when you left, when you disappeared, skipped school... It upset me.” Looking down, you see his hand on the mattress. Shyly, and very slowly, you take it, your fingers caressing his. “If you're tired of me, of... Waiting to see how things play out, it's alright. But please, go back to school. Keep studying because I'll help you no matter what. Just... Just don't do this.”

Billy takes a deep breath before taking your hand in his and moving closer. “I disappeared because you're the only person whose life I can't ruin. I can't be the reason why you get hurt, or called mean names, or–”

“I don't care about what people think or say, Billy. I only care about what's real. What's happening here and...” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull his hand up with yours, just to make your point clear. “It's freaking good so far. At least to me.”

“A girl like you should stay away from guys like me.”

“I know.” Nodding, you bite your lip. “My mother and I spoke about it. About you. So did Nancy, and Steve... They warned me not to fall for your games.”

“There are no games, not with you.” The honesty hits you a different way, and you can't help but smile.

You're aware of what people say, and you know the things Billy did. But you can see the difference now. Billy never tried anything. No flirting, no cheesy pick-up lines, not calling you to a ‘more quiet place’. Nothing. He's being... A completely different person. He treats you nicely, a freaking gentleman, something you never expected of him. Mostly not after the way he approached you last year, all charming and wicked smiles. This is different. This is real.

“Billy... I called before coming and your sister answered the phone.” You start, wondering if you should really ask what you're about to ask. But still, you need to. You need to know if you can allow certain feelings to emerge. “She said something about a keychain and... She said that... That she thinks you're in love with me.” The last part is barely a whisper, and you wonder if he even heard you.

Billy doesn't answer, he just stands up, walking away.

“B, I'm–”

“It fell from your bag last year.” He says, and you turn around on the bed, finding him next to the nightstand, a metal daisy flower in his hand. “I was going to give it back but it was broken so... I don't know. I wanted to just throw it away but I ended up keeping it.”

“Why, B?”

“Because it reminded me of you.” Stretching out his arm, he passes it over to you. You remember it now, taking the cold metal in your hands. “I thought it was everything I would ever have. A broken keychain and those moments that I got to look at you from afar.”

After a while, you give it back to him. It takes a few seconds before he takes it, sighing. “I always noticed you staring. I just never knew why.”

“I may be.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side a little. “I don't get it.”

“I may be in love with you.” His voice is heavy, and you can see in his eyes that he feels vulnerable. Billy Hargrove admitting he's in love with a girl? This might be hard for him.

“I like you, B. So... Don't decide things for me.” Getting up from the bed, you walk over where he stands. “I don't care about mean names, or stupid girls pushing me. I can deal with that. And you can't ruin my life, I'm the only one who can do that.” Taking his hand, you look up into his eyes. “And I don't think you ruined yours. You can still fix things. You are fixing things.”

“With your help.”

“With my help.” You agree with a smile. “So what do you say? Can we please go back to normal, you and I?”

Billy's lips break into a smile, and he nods. “Is that what you want? To be seen with the bad boy? You, princess of Hawkins.”

“That's Nancy's nickname.” Stepping backward, you smirk at him.

“Oh, yeah. Yours is ‘pretty girl’.” He quickly ends the distance between you two, towering over you.

“Stacy wouldn't agree.”

“Stacy is jealous.” Billy lightly touches your cheek, so softly you barely feel his fingers, like a ghost. “I'll say it a million times over, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

“Am I?” You shyly ask, eyes focused on his. Billy was never this close, and it makes your stomach burn.

“You are.” Suddenly, he steps away, walking around you, straight to the door. “Your tits are fine by the way.” He says from the hall, when he's already out.

Your whole face burns, and you storm after him. “First of all, don't use that word.” You yell, walking fast to the living room. Billy is by the bench press, ready to lift the bellbar. “Second, drop that. We're going to study until you pass out.”

“What?”

“I'm not asking.” Raising an eyebrow, you put both hands on your hips. “C'mon, Hargrove.”

It takes a while until he drops the bar, eyes rolling before he follows you.

The drive to your place is on separate cars. You'd stay at his house, but you were quick to get that his father is a problem, so it's just easier to do it at your place.

When you get there, you make a show opening the front door, gesturing for him to get inside.

“Mom, I got Billy back!” You shout.

“Good to know you're better from that cold, Billy.” She says from upstairs.

“A cold?”

“Yeah. It was that or tell Mrs. Martinez you were skipping class.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to the dining room, settling down in your usual place. “So we're ok now? Friends again?”

“Friends again.” He agrees, searching for your hand under the table and grabbing it, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “As long as you want me around.”

Smiling, you nod. “As long as I want you around.” You snap back with a sassy tone. “Now, immunology.”

“Immunology it is.”

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#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #imagine billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #billy stranger things fanfiction #billy stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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vdlest · 3 years

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The Roommate

Characters:

TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader

Summary:

Bucky Barnes as your neighbor is a good thing, especially when you need company. You two instantly became friends ever since he heard you listening to classic songs, and that you prefer "old but classic" stuff. To make the long story short, you fell for him, but when you confessed your feelings for him, he avoided you. And you thought that's how your beautiful start would end.

Warning:

Fluff

This is why you sometimes hate Sundays, you have nothing to do, and you're bored as fuck.

There's nothing to watch on Netflix, you have no new books to read, and no new episode of a podcast to listen to. So at the moment, you are just lying on your bed, staring blankly at your room's ceiling.

If only you're still living with your ex-roommate, Ana, the two of you must've talking gossips and having conversations about life nonstop. But she's not here since she moved to a different State last week already for a new job opportunity. She didn't want to leave you but she can't say no to a job opportunity, and you can't keep her from achieving her dream as well. So here you are, hoping that your next roommate will be just like Ana.

You were about to grab the remote control of your television inside your room when your phone vibrated, signaling that you have a text message.

Hey, I saw your post on the internet and that you're looking for a roommate. I'm interested and hoping we could meet today somewhere so we could discuss it.

You frowned a bit when you noticed that the sender of the message didn't mention any name nor introduce himself/herself.

Just when you're about to reply to this text, you received another message from the same number.

I'm Sam by the way.

Now that this sender finally introduced himself/herself, your confusion vanished, and decided to meet with this potential roommate of yours. Although you're still not quite sure whether this Sam is a guy or a girl, nonetheless, that's not important. What's important for you is that he or she is not a bad person and a heartbreaker.

You agreed to meet with your potential roommate in a nearby coffee shop in an hour. So you got up and went your way to your shower to prepare for this unexpected meeting.

The moment you entered the coffee shop you and your potential roommate agreed to meet on, you grab your phone and dialed the number of the person you're meeting, Sam.

Well, at least, you're not gonna die out of boredom. ───────────────────❥

"Hello?" you began when you heard that Sam already accepted your call, "This is Y/N. I'm already here in the coffee shop. Can you like raise your hand so I could see you?" you asked.

You roam your eyes around as you wait for Sam to answer in the other line.

"I'm right behind you," a familiar voice spoke on the other line.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard that familiar voice.

You slowly turn around and see for yourself if your hunch is right about that familiar voice.

Hell, you are right.

It was him. It was Bucky.

It was the man you fell for.

Your eyes met his blue eyes when you face him. He was still holding his phone to his hear when you two face each other.

Seeing him now made you remember how you told him that you like him and that you're starting to fall for him already, and at the same time, you remembered how he walked out of your apartment and broke your heart into pieces. He left without any words. He just left and avoided you from then on.

Well, not until this day came.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you asked him straight on his face as you end your call with your supposed to be a potential roommate and put your phone inside your bag, "And what kind of sick joke this is?"

Bucky took a deep breath as he moves a step closer to you, "You have every right to be mad at me, and I won't question it. I've been a jerk, an asshole, I get it. But I was hoping you'd listen to me," he said.

You scoffed, "Listen to you? Listen to the guy who walked out on me on the night that I confessed my feelings? That's a bit absurd, don't you think?" you sarcastically smiled at him as you ask him. You shook your head, "This is going nowhere. So long, old friend."

You were about to walk past him when he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking away from him.

"Please, Y/N. I'm begging you," he made you face him again, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to avoid you as much as I didn't mean to love you."

Love you? He loves you?

He nodded, "Y/N, that night you told me that you like me and that you are actually falling for me, I was the happiest man alive. But that happiness faded away the moment I remembered who I am, and who I was. Instantly, I realized that you don't know me that well for you to love me that easily," he explained.

"Let's say you really do love me and that there's still I need to know about you," you pull back your hand away from him and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Why tell me now? Why confess to me right now?"

"Because I fucking love you damn much already," he answered back immediately. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a second before he started talking again, "I tried my best to forget you, to forget what I feel for you but it's fucking too impossible. So I thought that if I'd let you know who I really am, who I was, I'll leave you the choice whether you still want to be with me or not."

You can't believe that this is happening right now.

A month ago, you realized that you don't have every time in the world to take your time to confess your feelings for Bucky, so you did confess to him. However, he broke your heart. And now here you are, you are very tempted to kiss him right now but you fought the urge to since you are curious about who he really is.

Bucky extended his hand towards you, "Come with me."

You took a glance at his hand before you look at him again, "I don't know, Bucky," you looked down and shook your head, "You already broke my heart and I don't think I have enough trust in you to come with you."

He chuckled, "You have a swiss knife on your bag, you have a pepper spray, if I do something vile to you, use it. I won't fight it," he assured.

Despite the heartbreak he gave you, you won't deny the fact that he's still charming to you. So yes, you ended up saying yes and coming with him.

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"What the hell are we doing in the Smithsonian museum, Bucky?" you ask him as you both walk inside the museum.

It was a long drive from NYC to DC. You fell asleep the whole time you two were on the road. You wanted to ask him why does he have to take you to DC, but you were too tired to give a damn. So you let him take you to the place that will show you who he really is.

But you never thought you'd end up here in the Smithsonian Museum.

He didn't answer you, instead, he leads the two of you inside the exhibit made for the legacy of Captain America, Steve Rogers.

You chuckle and shook your head as you both walk inside the exhibit, "If we're planning to steal Cap's shield, I hate to break it to you but there's a new Captain America already," you joked.

"Yeah, I know," he casually answered, "I know him."

Your brows furrowed as you look at him, "The former Captain America or the new one?" you asked him, not sure if he's kidding or not.

"Both of them," he sighed and stopped walking. He faces you, "Before we proceed," he grabbed your hand and sighed again, "I want you to know that I love you, I really do. I also want you to know that I'm sorry for breaking your heart, for hurting you, but there's a lot of reason why I had to do it."

Your heart melted the moment he told you that he loves you. It wasn't the first time, but it feels like it. You wanted to tell him that it doesn't matter who he was and who he is because, for you, love is love. It doesn't give a damn about anyone's real identity. But you two have come a long way to back out now.

"Ready?" he asked you.

You nodded, "Yeah. I'm ready."

You and Bucky walked a few seconds more, but your body froze the moment you saw his picture inside Captain America's exhibit. He was beside Captain Steve Rogers.

"Battle tested, Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Their mission, taking down HYDRA, the Nazi rogue science division."

"Bucky?" you murmured when your eyes landed on the picture of the guy standing next to you. You took a glance at Bucky and he was just looking at you and what your reaction will be. You look over Bucky's shoulder and saw a portrait of him plastered in a glass. You automatically walked there and check it for yourself.

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country."

There's both so much and too much to see in this exhibit, not the Captain America part, but the part where you realize that your neighbor, the guy you fell for is actually not the man you thought he is.

Beside Bucky's glass mosaic, you saw a video presented near it. It was Bucky and Captain Rogers.

"You weren't really kidding when you said that you knew the former Captain America," you said when you saw Bucky on your peripheral, looking at you, watching you.

"He's my best friend, and even he's gone already, he still is," he said.

You and Bucky walked around the exhibit more. He also showed you around Captain America's exhibit and even showed you the uniform he wore during his Howling Commando days.

You have no idea what to think or feel at the moment, but one thing's for sure, your love for him didn't fade away even if you knew who he really is and who he was, not even after he told you that he was the infamous Winter Soldier. You still feel the same for him and you have no idea why. Maybe because love is love.

After you two went ou the Smithsonian Museum, you two walked around the National Mall.

"Why did you think that showing me these would change my mind about you?" you asked him, breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Because I--"

You cut him off, "Because you assassinated people in the past?" you stopped from walking and faced him, "Or because you are a hundred and six years old man?"

"Y/N, you know---"

You cut him off again, "No, I don't know, Bucky. So tell me," you chuckled and shook your head, "Does these things supposed to change my mind? My heart? What I fucking feel for you? Well, sorry it didn't! Because even after I found out that you are Cap's best friend, that you were one of his Howling Commandos, that you were the Winter Soldier, and that you are an Avenger, I still feel the same way for you, I still see you as the guy I fell in love with, I still see you as my neighbor who likes Marvin Gaye so much that he listens to it through night and day, I still see you as Bucky Barnes," you told him.

The whole time you two were walking around the museum up to this scenic place in DC, you have nothing in mind aside from the fact that you were actually fascinated about who he really is.

Finding out that he's an avenger, that he's making this world a better place and saving it from going chaotic made you love him even more. Even the fact that he's a hundred and six years old man doesn't bother you at all and doesn't change how you see him.

"And if those things you showed and told me why you broke my heart, then I must tell you," you wiped your tears away, "You just wasted your time because it didn't change the fact that I love you. You told me that you're giving me the choice whether I still want to be with you or not, and I made my choice now, Bucky," you walked closer to him and held his right cheek, "I want to be with you."

Bucky held your hand that was on his cheek, and your eyes landed on his gloved hand because now you know why he was always wearing a leather jacket and covering his hand with gloves.

So you grabbed his hand and slowly remove the glove he was wearing, when you look at him, he was surprised by what you did.

"This is the hand that I will always hold onto, the hand that I will always choose to hold," you smiled at him.

You finally felt his vibranium hand on your cheek as he wipes your tears away, "I'm sorry if I had to hurt you that way. I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but I'm already here and I will not leave you," he pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, "I got you now and there's nothing else I could ask for," he pulled you again and this time it was the tip of your nose he chose to kiss, "I love you," he said before he finally claims your lips with his.

His lips dance with yours, and with every sway, you felt his longing, his love, and care for you. As cliche as it sounds, it was truly like your love for each other. It was pure and true.

"Who's Sam by the way?" you asked him after you two kissed, "Wait, Sam Wilson as in the Falcon?"

He nodded, "Yeah, the new Captain America. I asked him if I could use his name because I know you won't answer my calls," he said and sighed, "Anyway, you might have to take down your post about looking for a roommate."

You frowned, "And why is that?" you asked him.

"Because I'll be moving in with you," he revealed, which made your eyes widened in surprise, "Only if you want to of course."

You chuckle as you nodded, "I would love that."

"Just to be sure, you're my girlfriend now, right?" he asked you.

"For a hundred and six years old man, you're the most slow-moving one," you joked and run your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around you, "I'm yours and you're mine, Bucky Barnes."

-v.dl

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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I hate it here

Why does he get to appropriate people's race and still have so much access??

I thought impersonation was a crime.

I thought stealing someone's identity was a crime. How is he walking around Freely and taking pictures with hot chicks?😒

THAT SHOULD BE ME😭😭😭

If he is profiting off of his looks he needs to be sued by Hybe IMMEDIATELY.

HYBE SHOULD HIRE ME - If they can over look my gossipy nature and the fact they really can't trust me with any company secrets plus I'll spend all my time staring at Jikook and simping for YoonminhopeJoon🙂

Bapsae aaahhhhh 😏😏😏

To answer your question Barbara, you are not the only confused one when it comes to these labels. We all are.

A lot of people use Bi these days instead of Pan because people find the term Pansexuality confusing and offensive so....

Strange times.

Offensive because some people in the Bi community feel it's a redundant term as to them it means the same as Bisexuality. As such they feel the use of Pansexuality is erasure and invalidating of their own identity.

From what I understand of this ongoing label wars in the community, those who get offended by Pansexuality do so mostly because they do not view trans identity as a seperate unique gender in of it's own but merely as an adjective.

To such, there is no thing as cis boy or trans boy and that a boy is a boy. So being Bi to them means they are attracted to boys( cis or trans) and girls (regardless of whether they are cis or trans)- which is what Pansexuality actually is💀

Here in lies the conflict. Cis women and some people, myself included, see trans identity as a seperate gender identity from cis identity and differentiates between a biological Male or female and a trans Male or female.

As such a boy is not a boy, a boy is either cis boy or trans boy and both are valid.

This distinction is what mostly sets bisexuality from pan sexuality from my point of view.

It's disheartening. Not to mention anxiety inducing and confusing as hell when we can't even agree on basic terms to describe ourselves.

I don't know how conscious BTS are of these conversations and so I've always viewed their use of labels such as boy/girl in their lyrics with utmost fascination given as there are trans genders within their community.

I often find myself wondering what Joonie means when he talks of girls- does he mean cis girls or trans girls? Would he date either or both?

Personally, I view Trans identity as a valid, separate unique form of identity, unique from Cis identity and not just as an epithet.

I date and definitely find trans girls romantically and sexually attractive especially if there's minimum trace of their cis masculinity in them.

But I have friends who identify as lesbians but wouldn't date trans girls regardless of how they present. Yet they wouldn't mind dating a stud or Masculine presenting females as long as they are Cis girls. Talk of transphobia💀

Some girls call me Bi because I like cis and other fems and I'm perfectly fine with it. However embracing that label in Male spaces gives me a lot of headaches because they just assume I'd date any man too.

I have dated fem tops (girly girls who like to be the dominant one in relationships and also prefer to penetrate other girls during sex) who identify as lesbians but have threesomes with gay men💀

I mean as long as they get to fuck those men or penetrate/ top them or so they say and yes I've seen it happen with my two eyes- I have gay threesomes don't judge or tell my pastor😥

I'm going to hell as it is no need to compound it🤧

My ex was like that. She dated a gay guy she was topping and was gonna marry him because her family was pressuring her to get married. The dude was closeted and their relationship was convenient until he came out and lowkey outed her in the process.

When I asked her if she was bisexual she said she didn't have a label because none suited her at the time and that she likes girls regardless of how those girls identify as. So a femboi, andro, trans girls, cis girls, straight girls, gay girls, as long as you feminine she likes.

I'm a bit like that too... minus the topping fembois and gays part💀

If I had a dick it would be useless 🤣

I say all this to say, labels are a bit tricky and a lot of people struggle to find the right fit.

Gay or queer is our go to label.

For the sake of the conversation we having, I'd define being Bi as liking your own gender plus the opposite of your gender but in an exclusive way. Being Bi also means the gender of a person matters to you in your determination of what you find attractive.

However being Pan means you place less emphasis on the gender of the person you are attracted to and more emphasis on the qualities those people possess- really doesn't matter what the other person is if you like em you like em. Which means a person don't gotta be cis or trans boy or girl or other for you to like them. They just have to have a certain quality you find attractive.

Just like you said, you being a girl find gurls attractive too but I don't think you'd be willing to date a girl- cis or trans- a person has to be Male for you to date them. Right?

That exclusivity is what makes you straight. You like one gender to the exclusion of others.

Gays and lesbians like one gender, the same gender, to the exclusion of others.

Bisexuals may like multiple genders, different genders, to the exclusion of others.

Pansexuals like multiple genders but not to the exclusion of others.

If Gender is important to you in determining who a suitable romantic partner is you are either Straight or Bi. If gender is not important to your determination of who a suitable partner is then you're pansexual.

Pansexuals are gender blind🤣

If Pansexuals are bisexuals, there should be a label for the category currently viewed as bisexuals.

When Suga says " I look at personality and it's not limited to girls" I believe he's talking about the qualities he finds attractive in PEOPLE.

When he sings boy or girl my tongue technology will send you to hongkong it carries a similar sentiment. He's saying basically it doesn't matter what you identify as he can make you orgasm under his- rap?

That's pan energy to me. You go pan Suga! BAPSAE AAAHHH🤭

IF he were queer then I'd assume he's more likely to be pan not bi- hypocritically speaking.

But he is NOT QUEER.

SOPE YOONMIN AND ANYSHIP INVOLVING SUGA IS NOT REAL or even likely to be.

Since we are both men, how can my heart throb for a man. This implies he believes his heart only has to throb for the opposite sex. Yea no he is definitely not bi.

Straight as an arrow this one.

He doesn't find men sexually or romantically attractive. He is not gay or bi and I don't think he wants to be.

I assume he's straight. I do.

And as a straight dude, he's certainly intriguing and I can see how certain actions of his make people queer read him especially in his dominant ships Sope and Yoonmin and Taegi.

But I don't think he goes out of his way to queer code himself.

And I see what you mean by the exaggerated speech. Rappers do trash talk, boast and talk shit in their music but they are also notoriously homophobic with the exception of a few. References of queerness in their lyrics are usually often used pejoratively to slur other rappers etc.

May be I'm too black, gay, and a woman to overlook the misogyny and homophobia that's traveled through Black American hip pop to elsewhere even if it takes on new family friendly labels such as Kpop or BTS.

I don't tend to read hiphop lyrics through non cis non straight non male lens. Unless of course it's from a queer artist but even that there's almost always something internalized.

It's fascinating how people look at a hip hop artist and glean their sexuality from their lyrics....

I'm dozing off. Will read over this tomorrow and add anything I might have missed.

GOLDY

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 9

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.61K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: this chapter makes me laugh, especially the scene with Jojo and Namjoon.

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You’ve been waiting for an hour.

Tilting your head back, you sigh, extremely bored.

You've tried everything you could think of to bypass the time. Reading, writing, watching YouTube, then switching over to Netflix, even attempting to doze in the slightly uncomfortable waiting room chair.

None of them have worked.

Currently, you're doodling in your sketchbook, but no concrete idea comes to mind for the sketch. Leaving you with tiny flowers, faces, and body parts on the page as though it were a practice sheet.

Peering over the sketchbook, you scan the room for any sign of life, but as the day has dragged on, so has the crowd.

You don't see any sign of Kim Namjoon anywhere, and the receptionist hasn't called you over ever since you turned in the forms she gave you. Uninterested, your eyes glazing over, you pull out your phone, peering at the time.

12:30 pm.

Heaving a sigh, you tilt your head back, the music playing through your GalaxyBuds. Yet it does no good to lift your spirits.

You suppose it's only fair, you made him wait, now it's his turn.

Setting your phone down once more, you purse your lips, as your gaze falls on a flower swaying in the wind outside.

It's the only flower you can see amongst the bush. It stands almost forlornly in the midst of multiple of its fellow brethren withered around it. Still, it stands strong, unwilling to fall victim to the harsh weather outside.

A thought crossing your mind, you turn to your sketchbook, quickly turning the page and beginning a vigorous sketch before you lose your idea.

Unbeknownst to you, as you progress halfway through the sketch, Kim Namjoon bursts into the lobby, looking out of breath and flustered.

He wears a bright white T-shirt, one with a small black Nike emblem across his left pectoral muscle. It hangs sort of loose around his neck, his collarbone visible as cooling sweat causes him to glisten like a bright star.

It's not as noticeable, considering that he wears a thick black sweatshirt zipped down around his shoulders. It's simple, with thin white stripes running down the sleeves and white soft underlining to it.

The black sweats he wears seem to fit with the outfit, the same white stripes running down each pant leg. Each piece of clothing has a Nike emblem on it and pairs well with the white Nike AirForces he wears on his feet.

They’re simple but rich clothes and bring to mind the same clothes Jungkook was wearing before.

The cooling sweat on his skin and the way his hair falls a bit messily underneath his cap could lead to the presumption that they were doing a major dance practice before all of this.

No matter the case, he didn't expect the meeting to take this long, and he feels terrible for making you wait, despite everything. As he looks for any sign of you, he doesn't find any.

Worried that you have already left, he knocks on the front desk, gathering the attention of the receptionist that helped you earlier. Kim Jojo raises her head, and as she catches sight of RM, her eyes widen just the slightest bit, but not enough for him to notice.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Namjoon, what can I--”

“Yes, yes hello.” Namjoon interrupts her, too panicked to care about formalities.

He wants to catch you before you get tired of waiting and leave. First impressions are everything to him, and if he has a bad one…Shaking the worry away, he leans forward over the counter separating the receptionist from him and she flinches away at the sudden closeness.

RM either doesn't notice or doesn't care, but either way, he meets her with an intent stare, every word uttered from his lips urgent and careful.

“Has anyone by the name of Lin Yen come in?” The receptionist opens her mouth to respond but before she can say anything, he holds up a finger.

A thought having crossed his mind, he reaches into his back pocket, bringing out his phone. He tries to bring up the picture of you while Jojo stands there, half in shock, half in annoyance. As soon as he finds it, he lets out a little victory shout, one that startles her.

Grinning, he presents it to her, and she peers at a strange picture of you. After she looks at it, Jojo pulls back, her brows crinkling in confusion.

“She looks like this. If she came in, could you please tell me? I've been waiting since 8:00 this morning to meet her.” Jojo sighs, trying to gain her composure before responding.

“Mr. Namjoon--” she begins, but Namjoon interrupts once more.

“She’s my new assistant, you see, and I need to begin her training today. She needs to know the ropes before our busy season comes back around.” He explains, pulling the phone back and trying to pocket it once more.

Instead, he ends up knocking over a container filled with an assortment of pens and pencils. Surprised, he fumbles to pick it up but ends up spilling it all over the floor. Cursing under his breath, he reaches down to pick up some pencils that have fallen.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Jojo picks up the container, righting it on the counter with a loud thud. Startled, RM glances up at her eyes wide, and she smiles sweetly.

“Please, just leave it.” She says between her teeth. He shrugs, almost reluctantly standing. She sighs in relief, carefully putting the pens and pencils back in their place.

“Now...Mr. Namjoon, please listen--” once more, she cannot finish, Namjoon unable to shut up to save his life.

“I’m sorry, but if you need any more information on her I could--”

“Kim Namjoon!” This time it's Jojo's turn to interrupt him, her patience finally wearing thin.

RM instantly falls silent, a bit surprised at the outburst.

Jojo takes a steadying breath before continuing.

“Now, the person you are talking about has already come in. I told her you were in a meeting and had her wait in the waiting room for you to return.” At the information, RM turns to the waiting room where he catches sight of you for the first time in real life.

He notices you vigorously sketching out your idea. Smiling, he can't help but smile at the familiarities he finds in you. You look exactly like the picture Jaejin sent, despite how weird it was.

“I had expected to receive a notice of your return, so I could send her to you, but now that you're here….” Namjoon turns away from you and flashes his contagious smile at Jojo who is once more taken aback.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says with gratitude, reaching across the desk and holding her hand as he bows before turning away.

Jojo, watching him go, turns beet red before collapsing behind the desk in exhaustion. Another fellow receptionist cries out with alarm before tending to her in concern.

You, once more, having no awareness of the events happening around you, continue to sketch. Having finished the rough sketch you begin to define every line, detail, and curve. As you work, you bite the inside of your cheek, sometimes licking your lips in your trance of concentration.

When you're lost in your mind of imagination and creativity, nothing from the outside world can distract you.

And yes, that also includes a very tall, very real version of Kim Namjoon striding towards you.

You don't look up as he comes within a few feet in front of you. You don't even notice as he bends to your eye level, trying to catch your attention. It doesn't break your concentration, even as you reach for an eraser, lightly humming to the music playing in your ears. He smiles, almost laughing at your concentration before he covers his mouth, trying to be quiet so that you don't notice he’s there.

Trying to tease you, he carefully (as much as he’s able) sits down next to you. He was planning on pulling out one of your GalaxyBuds and surprising you, but as he catches a glimpse of your work, he’s stopped cold.

It's breathtaking.

You have created an awestruck image of a woman, on her knees. She wails out in agony as she sits amongst a pile of ash, flecks of it falling around her as though there's a fire burning nearby.

However, that’s not what catches Namjoon’s eye.

Amongst the ash, if anyone looks closely, they'll be able to see that there are small, scattered remains of bones hidden.

She sits amongst them, wailing, the look on her face one of pure anguish and sorrow as the ash from the fading bones stains her skin and her dress.

As though she has lost everyone she’s held, dear.

RM can't seem to look away, entranced by the grotesque beauty of the image and the talent of the artist.

He admires the way you set it up, the way you created the girl imperfectly, but still real. Because after all, who in real life is perfect? As he watches your pencil move expertly across the page, he can't help but think that with each stroke, the creation grows more and more lifelike.

As though she were truly crying out in the pain her heart brings. As though she were alive and breathing.

Almost against his wishes, his hand reaches out to touch the paper, if only to make sure that the actual sketch is truly a mere fabrication of pencil and paper.

As his fingers graze the parchment, that is when you snap out of your concentration.

Eyes widening, you jolt up straight, immediately turning to look at your side.

As soon as your eyes meet Namjoon’s, his hand flinches off the paper. He lets out a soft gasp as he flinches away, surprised by your sudden attention.

Just like with Jungkook, you're frozen in place.

Unable to move.

Unable to function.

Unable to speak.

And just like Jungkook, Namjoon is the same way.

But for a different reason.

He was caught in the act, and he doesn't know what to do.

Your eyes hold him in a sort of bind.

For a moment he forgets what he was doing there, he forgets what his purpose is, for a moment he even forgets why you are there.

For a split second, it's just you and him in a pocket in space.

Your eyes holding his, his eyes holding yours.

Kim Namjoon.

The leader of BTS. The first member of the group you have grown to love. Talented, handsome, a practical genius, he is just as mature and intimidating as you expected him to be.

Despite how close the two of you are sitting, he still seems larger than life, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s even real.

He doesn't seem like it after all.

His skin seems too real, too perfect. His hair is too soft, too smooth. His eyes are too warm and too brown.

Almost exactly like the milky chocolate brown you’ve seen so often in so many photos, except for one thing.

As you stare into them, you can see life so clearly alight in them. How they reveal so many emotions at the same time. There are so many that it's almost impossible to read them at all. Serene and peaceful, they are poets' eyes.

So emotional, yet so mysterious and secretive at the same time.

Dreamboat eyes.

“Kim Namjoon?” you whisper, almost unsure if it's him or not.

As you do, his face makes that mixed expression between confusion and amusement as he chuckles softly, looking away and breaking the connection. Holding his hand up to his mouth, he nods, clearing his throat, but not saying anything for a moment.

“Yes, that's who I am, and you must be...Lin Yen?” your heart jumps at the fact that he knows your name.

Speechless, all you can do is nod mutely as he utters another adorable chuckle, one that always seems to remind you of Goofy.

“Jaejin didn't tell me you were an artist.” As soon as he says that, you notice that your sketchbook is still open, and showcasing your imperfect, unready sketch.

Panicking, you fumble to get it closed. Blushing, you hug it tightly to your chest, as though it could erase the fact that he just got a sneak peek into your very soul.

“What's wrong? It was good!” RM asks, worried.

Biting your bottom lip in trepidation, you shake your head, hiding your face.

“Don't lie….” you mumble.

You know it wasn't close to being done, and it wasn't nearly as perfect as it could have been. You're quite disappointed in it at the moment. You feel as though it was too rushed due to the many ideas pouring out from your brain at the exact moment.

As you take an ashamed peek at Namjoon, you find him staring at you, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“What's wrong, are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head as though you were a shy child. You smirk, playing along and nodding very slowly before he continues.

“I see. You should know, however, that you are very talented.” At the compliment, you snort in disbelief, shoving the sketchbook and pencils back safely in your satchel.

“Please.” You sigh. “I know I'm no Picasso, and certainly not talented.”

Finished with packing your art supplies, you are reminded of the reason you are here. A blush of shame appearing on your cheeks, you turn to Namjoon, a bit guiltily.

“And I’m also not known as the bird to rise before the worm.” RM seems a bit confused before you stand and bow to him in apology.

“I am so sorry for being late today. You see I….”

Remembering the receptionist's words from before, you decide to keep the reason to yourself.

“....I have nothing to say for myself. I'm sincerely sorry.”

“Please, there’s no need for that,” Namjoon responds, standing himself and tapping you on the shoulder.

At the touch, you stand straight, only to find an extremely tall man standing before you, looking more intimidating than before. Heart beating fast you gulp, stepping back a bit.

Luckily, he doesn't notice your act of distance and just smiles at you before continuing.

“After all, I was late as well, so let's call it even, huh?”

You smirk and nod, thankful that he’s not too angry about it, but it doesn't completely erase your guilt.

“But now that you mention it….” Namjoon starts and intrigued, you glance up to see him back up a bit as well.

Confused, you raise an eyebrow before he holds out his hand to you.

“My name is Kim Namjoon, I’ll be your boss during your time here. First and foremost, welcome to BigHit entertainment, I hope you enjoy your time working here with us.” He introduces himself, warmly.

Catching on, you take his hand, shaking it gently, and trying to ignore the fact that yours is much more like a child's compared to his.

“Hello, Mr. Namjoon! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Lin Yen and I look forward to working with you!” you respond, returning his grin with one of your own.

After you're finished introducing yourself, he releases your hand and steps back, taking your satchel in his hands and handing it to you.

“Well, Ms. Lin, are you ready to begin?” He asks, and you accept the offer, hiking the satchel on your shoulder before looking up at him in expectation.

“Where do we start?”

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: first day at work is finally starting, yall excited? eheheehehe get ready for some namjooon and yen moments to come

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Deep Scar

Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?

Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past

Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though

Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy

WC: 4.6k

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!

Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.

He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.

Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.

But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.

Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.

Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school.

That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.

“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.

All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.

After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.

Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.”

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.

“Do you think I care?” She taunts.

“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”

“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.

Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.

Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.

During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.

“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”

At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.

“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them.

If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.

It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.

They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.

“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.

“I’ll join if he does.”

She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.

“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.

“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”

The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side.

Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.

The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.

“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”

With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.

“No… No I’m not.”

Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends.

His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.

Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.

She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.

She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.

She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.

Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.

She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.

“I’m just kidding.”

She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl.

However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.

The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.

She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.

“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”

“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.

As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.

“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.

“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.

Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.

“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”

The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.

“I have something I wanna ask him.”

This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.

“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.

“Huh?”

“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think harder.” She said.

Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.

“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.

The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.

“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”

With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.

The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.

Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.

That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”

“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.

“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.”

The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued.

“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?”

Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.

“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.

“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”

She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.

“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.

“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.

“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”

Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.

“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”

She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.

He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.

A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.

They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.

Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.

Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.

The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.

“Stop!” She begged.

The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.

“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.

The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.

“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.

The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.

“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.

“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.

Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.

“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”

“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”

“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”

Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.

“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again.

If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.

She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.

It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.

She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.

“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”

She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.

“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”

Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.

“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”

“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”

“Y/N please-”

“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.

Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.

He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.

The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.

Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.

Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.

“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.

She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?

“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.

“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”

“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”

“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”

“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”

“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”

“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”

“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”

“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.

His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.

Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”

Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.

“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”

He remained quiet as she then continued.

“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.

Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“I promise.”

With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure.

Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.

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I know I've brought this up before, but how much of the fandom reception of the prequels do you think stemmed from the genre dissonance? That the prequels, genre-wise, are closer to high fantasy, while the OT is more an adventure/space western/underdog triumph story.

The prequels also have elements more reminiscent of a romantic period/court drama/Shakespearean tragedy, while if you consider the underdog angle of the OT, the OT also seems kinda similar to some of those inspirational movies about sports teams or something, or a shonen anime with the "Power of Friendship".

I'm just saying, these are rather disparate genres that tend to attract different demographics of people.

And not many people tend to be... great about understanding why they don't like something, much less putting it into words, or understanding that they can dislike something without that something being actually bad. (For example, instead of "I just don't really like [thing]," the usual statement is something along the lines of "[thing] absolutely sucks.")

So the usual response is trying to find (and gather) solidarity while putting down or being condescending towards any dissent, and trying to justify their own dislike. (*gestures vaguely towards pineapple on pizza*)

And historically, it's not uncommon for people to... react strongly towards things they find... different or abnormal, which they judge based on themselves, their emotional response to something, and what they're used to.

Looking at kids, this behavior is... fairly normal. "You're weird," "ew, why do you like that, that's gross," "that's stupid," and so on. A lot of kids/teens/young adults also get defensive really easily. And let's face it--adults are basically just older, taller kids who've had to deal with more of life.

(To be honest, I also get defensive really easily. A lot of people do, and it's... it's normal. The defensive reaction can be lashing out, denial, or just being passive-aggressive or staying silent and tuning it out or mentally rolling your eyes at it. But I'm trying to work on it, because just because it's normal doesn't mean it's a good reaction.)

So, what I'm wondering is whether some fans dislike the prequels simply because it's a different genre...

...but instead of realizing that, they try to defend and justify their dislike by pointing fingers and criticizing whatever stood out or looked different from the OT or cherry-picking details/taking things out of context or making negative conflations (that can be refuted).

Because it's not about logic, it's about how they feel. And people want to feel justified and validated, and we want to feel like we're right and we enjoy staying in our comfort zones. So... yeah. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LOL, okay, this response is going to be really disjointed because I went off in like a dozen different tangents and even then it's not enough to cover everything, so just kind of read this in a Scattered Thoughts Nerd kind of tone, where I'm staring off into the distance because Navel Gazing Gets Me Going Sometimes. 😂 In my experience, it's sort of a mix. I don't hang around a lot of people who dislike the prequels (in the sense of dismissing them/not being fannish about them) because, well, that's the heart of my interest in Star Wars, so our areas of interest basically don't really overlap that much, so I don't have a chance to talk to a lot of people and find out their reasons or even how they dislike the prequels, in the bigger trends of fandom. I do think there's an element of what you're talking about, that sometimes people can't just dislike things because it's not their genre of choice, that's absolutely a part of it. Mostly because that's how a lot of people react to anything they don't like (and it's something I and literally everyone else has to work on), there has to be a reason for it that it's objectively bad and, like, I have experienced a lot of people getting mad because I like something in a different way than they do. And I don't mean just in Star Wars fandom, but in almost any given fandom--if someone likes something in a way someone else doesn't, if they talk loudly about it (even within their own space), then there's always a contingent of people who have to find a reason why that person is objectively wrong (or even try to make them morally wrong), rather than just shrugging and going, "We see things differently, my view on things doesn't overwrite theirs and their view on things doesn't overwrite mine." It gets more complicated in instances where fandom attitudes genuinely can be hurtful, especially when they're overlapping into the way real people are treated, likes/dislikes don't 100% exist in a bubble, especially when it comes to queer fans, fans of color, disabled fans, mentally ill fans, etc. But that there are a lot of instances where fandom culture has always been--and is increasingly so--contentious and it's hard to chill out when someone is always screaming at you, when the atmosphere of the fandom is always so intense. Further, there's also an element of how fandom has always been--and also is increasingly so--about personal resonance, personal emotional investment, interpretation, and meaning. That sometimes we identify with something so deeply that we feel attacked when someone else likes or dislikes something we feel so strongly about, something that we feel is a reflection of ourselves, and I see a lot of that as well. And this, too, often crosses over into lines of how the context of how we treat characters can be reflections of how we treat real world people, but that there's no monolith here as well. For example: I make fun of Anakin, this angers some people, because how dare I not take this fictional victim 100% seriously, despite that I have repeatedly said that Anakin is the character I most identify with, that things I make fun of him for are ones that I resonate with personally. I'm not disrespecting mentally ill people, especially considering that Anakin is not bound to a single interpretation on this front--he is not canonically mentally ill, no matter how easy it is for us in fandom to map much of that onto his character or, in my case, feel that so much of what I see in him are things I struggle with myself. By and large, the majority of the people I see (at least on tumblr) who make fun of Anakin are doing so within the same vein, that they're being silly about him on things that they personally relate to. (My experiences on this are not universal, I cannot speak for the whole of even any one part of fandom, only my own sphere of experience, but this is what I've seen.) As always, it's fine if someone doesn't vibe with my style or they find that it's not their thing because they do take him more seriously, but that preference does not make my jokes

suddenly not have the context that I relate a lot to what I see in Anakin. In contrast, the way some of the fandom treats Mace or Finn isn't just personal all the time. Not liking their characters isn't inherently racist, but the way they're consistently, consistently treated sure as hell speaks to a larger pattern of racism in fandom and doesn't come without that context. It's the same with Rey--is there a huge vein of misogyny when it comes to her character? Abso-fucking-lutely there is. Things Luke and Anakin get a pass on, Rey is raked over the coals for. Is everyone who dislikes Rey a misogynist? Not even close. Some don't like her because Finn was used as a prop for her story. Some people don't like her because she got sucked into Kylo Ren's story too much. Some just don't care for the way she was written for other reasons. Some just don't vibe with her. It's fine. Nothing is a monolith. And to circle this back around to what you're talking about--it's hard to judge, both because no part of fandom is a monolith in their reactions, but also because we're only hearing from a selection of the fans. How do you know how many people who aren't fans of the prequels, who just don't care for them because it's not their genre, but just go about their day? You don't hear from a lot of them because they moved on to things they do like, so it seems like they must not exist--except, they do, and they're just out there doing things they like more. We only hear from the people who feel the need to tell others they dislike the prequels for this reason or that reason, some valid, some less valid, etc. Ultimately, I do think there's probably a fair amount of genre dissonance for why people dislike the prequels and channel that into "they're objectively bad" and get defensive when people like them and say they were great, but only because that's true of anything anywhere. But that it's only one small slice of the bigger picture (and there's a lot of stuff that I had to eschew in the writing of this response as well because it can be a pretty sprawling topic), where there are tons of reasons and reactions that people have, as well as they're perfectly free to dislike the prequels for whatever reason they do or don't have, it doesn't really affect my opinions, unless they're trying to shove it in my face or are being a dick to those who disagree with them.

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 3 years

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A tale of two. Alex Turner. Eight.

Description (Part One.) Alex Turner x fem!Reader. (Y/N) (Y/LN) is a young and promising publicist in show business. Her work would cause the encounter with the person who would turn her life upside down: Alex Turner. But what happens when love seems to go counterflow? When everything seems inconvenient?

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A/N: I know it has been like two weeks. I'M SO SORRY. But I've been feeling realy unmotivated this past days. You can find the spanish version of this story on my wattpad profile. That’s it for now.

Do you wanna be tagged? You just have to ask!

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven.

Alex

He couldn't move. The events of the last years piled upon his head, they became, they mixed and separate. The space-time didn't divide on his head, it seems like it had folded on itself, was this the end of the world? the end of the planet? Did the apocalypse felt like that? He felt like it was.

The silence was deafening, with every minute that passed, the pain was more unbearable. He couldn't stop asking himself what should he do. Go out and look for her? Where was she? The sound of the wheels of her suitcase on their house entry still sounded on his head, non-stop.

"I couldn't live here, surrounded by ghosts," she had said.

He couldn't stop travelling the city on his head, going after the steps they had given that night together, the night of their first kiss. His hair was glowing that night, the skin under that shirt invited him to play. That small necklace with a circle, with that marching ring. He wanted to kiss every part of her body.

He watched her go to the dancefloor, taking Breana's hand. He sighed when he watched her smile. It seemed like she was the only thing on the dancefloor, everything orbited around her.

"Why don't you try, Alex? I really think she likes you, Breana dropped a hint before," Matt said.

"I don't know, I wouldn't like to ruin what we've now. Is better this than nothing."

"Alex, if you don't do it now, you'll regret it tomorrow." Alex stared at him. "Look, I'm going to talk to the DJ, he's my friend. I'll ask him that when you approach her, he puts a slow song, it'll be easier." Alex didn't know what to do.

"Okey," he said, suddenly, he was certain he could do it.

When (Y/N) turned around when she felt his touch on her hips, he knew everything was going to be fine. Those eyes, that smiled drunkenly, were a sign of love, even though none of them knew that yet.

After the already told events, once they were out of the club, Alex and (Y/N) were still holding hands. They looked at each other, Alex couldn't helo it, he approached her, pulled the hair out of her face, and kissed her again.

"Do you want to take a cab? We shouldn't drive in this condition," (Y/N) said, holding Alex's hand.

"It is not bad weather, I could walk you home if you want." (Y/N) knew that her home was far away, but she wanted to spend that time with him, so she smiled and nodded.

They arrived at (Y/N)'s home holding hands, they hadn't said a word about what had happened in the club. They were acting like they always did.

"And what had happened to him?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes open wide.

"They found him in a portable bathroom, at the other end of the festival." The girl laughed at the story. They walked the street up until her building. Once they were at the front door, (Y/N) dropped Alex's hand and looked for her keys in her bag. She approached him with the keys in her hand and touched Alex's chest.

"Would you like to come up for a while?" she asked, smiling near his lips.

"Don't you buy me dinner first at least?" (Y/N) laughed.

"Don't you think there are some things we should talk about?" Alex nodded, (Y/N) offered her hand, and together they crossed the threshold of the door. "Sorry for the mess, I didn't expect any visitors tonight."

(Y/N)'s apartment had a luminous living room, at least the days the sun shined, which were only a few in London. The living room was separated from a small kitchen by an isle. The apartment also had a big room with a king-sized bed and a small office, attached to a huge bathroom.

"If you think that this is messy I don't know what you'd think about my house," Alex answered.

"Would you like some tea? I'm still pretty drunk."

"I'd love some," Alex approached the shelving that decorated one of the walls of the living room, there were hundreds of books, records, movies, pictures, and a turntable. He looked at the vinyl collections. "These are the jazz records you told me your dad had given to you?" (Y/N) looked at him, holding a tray with two cups.

"Do you remember that?"

"I remember everything you tell me, (Y/N)" She put the tray on the coffee table. They sat down on the sofa.

"Alex, I'll be honest with you." He took her hand and nodded, encouraging her to continue talking. "I like you since the day we met, but the idea of being with you romantically terrorizes me."

"Why?" he whispered.

"Because you are Alex Turner, the world-famous singer, every girl you meet falls in love with you. Dating you would be like entering an eternal competition with myself. I'm even talking about dating when maybe you don't want anything serious. But I don't want to be with you if we are not having something serious, I want to trust you, to know that when I get home after a shitty day at work I will be able to call you, and you will listen as you care." Alex looked at her, laying his head on his fist, with his elbow on the arm of the couch.

"Can I talk?" he said when (Y/N) had stopped talking, she nodded. "(Y/N), I want something serious as well. It had been really long since someone excited me as much as you do. You are smart, funny, you know a lot of things, If I could, I would be listening to you talk all day long, I don't care what you were talking about. And you are beautiful." He put her hair behind her ear. "Please, believe me, I'm Alex Turner, but it doesn't matter, because you are (Y/N) (Y/LN), the only person I want to be with." (Y/N) stayed silenced. She couldn't believe what he was saying. "Can I kiss you?"

A simple nod from her was enough for Alex to put his mouth on hers. The kiss, which started soft and tender, became desperate, both tongues started a battle. (Y/N)'s hands went from the singer's hair to the buttons of his shirt. Alex started going down (Y/N)'s neck, kissing each part of the skin which wasn't covered, including the skin of her chest. He went back to her mouth, his shirt had disappeared, they were now lying on the couch, she was on him. It was only when he heard the sound of his belt opening when he got separated from the girl.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" she asked quickly. Alex laughed, touching her face, which had turned now red.

"Everything is fine, (Y/N). But I think it would be better if we take things slowly. I want to do everything right with you, let me take you out on a real date before we do this." (Y/N) smiled at how attentive Alex was.

"Okay, Alex. Whatever you feel is right." Alex stood up, putting on his shirt. "Would you like to stay here? We don't have to sleep together, I can sleep on the sofa."

"It's fine (Y/N), I'll walk home." She stood up as well and walked him to the door. She was the one who started the goodbye kiss. "I'm really happy right now."

"Likewise," she said, smiling. Alex opened the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, baby," he said, winking.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 8

Here we go...the next part of Painkiller's waiting for you. I have to admit I've had kind of a writer's block lately and so this was hard work but eventually I made it and I hope you like it. And please believe me, their well-deserved happy ending is just around the corner, they need just a little more time...two chapters I guess.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: double date / dinner for four, englightening conversations and foiled plans Read previous parts here: Nashi's Masterlist Warnings: RPF (!), that's it... Unbeta'ed! English is not my mothertongue, so expect wrong spelling and bad grammar Credits: Pics for the moodboard taken from Pinterest, Face claim Kelly: Pamela Reif Disclaimer: I don't know Henry Cavill, this is all fictional and wishful thinking taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed) @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @madbaddic7ed @artandotherdelights

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"That was delicious, Ella." Kelly gave her a smile while she leaned back in her chair.

"Thank you, Kelly."

"You really have to give me the recipe for the lasagna and especially for that mousse au chocolat."

Henry raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You can cook?"

Ella shared a glance with Jackson and she knew they were thinking the same. If Henry didn't know such basic things about Kelly it seemed they were really just starting to get to know each other.

"Um,yes...well...a little."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we could cook together tomorrow, babe. Have a cosy day in bed and a homemade meal." She beamed at him and Henry gave her a forced smile. Ella was sure he was suppressing the need to roll his eyes, his facial expression gave it away to her.

"We'll see, Kell."

There was an awkward pause and Henry appeared to be somehow annoyed and not for the first time. During dinner Kelly was getting more and more handsy with him and it was obvious that Henry felt bad about it. Ella was getting the impression that he absolutely wasn't madly in love with Kelly and this was not only a great satisfaction but also a big relief and it made her even more determined to find out what Kelly was up to.

Jackson cleared his throat. "Henry, wanna see my Alfa? It's a 1961 Giulietta Sprint Speciale, quite rare."

"Oh yeah, sure." Henry got up and Kelly was about to do the same when Ella stopped her with a smile on her lips.

"Why don't we stay and have a little chat Kelly? Just the two of us without the guys?"

Kelly hesitated but then she agreed.

"Yeah. Why not."

When Jax and Henry closed the door behind them, Ella gave Kelly challenging look.

"So?"

"So what?" Kelly crossed her arms.

"Do I really have to ask? Or are you just gonna tell me how you made this happen? Looking back, your words spoken in the restrooms of Gianni's sound like a prediction."

Kelly pouted but eventually she started to speak.

"It's like I said back then. He's a good catch and I want him..."

"As your sugar daddy?" Ella raised an eyebrow, Kelly shrugged.

"Sugar daddy, boyfriend… where's the difference? Listen, Ella, if I'd known that you, his female best friend, are his date from back then I wouldn't be here tonight. I'm not looking for trouble…"

"But you are in trouble when you're trying to take advantage of my friend."

"Friend." Kelly snorted.

"Yes, friend. A close friend, a dear friend and you're playing with him but he's not a toy."

"I like to play and usually I'm the toy." She giggled.

Ella rolled her eyes and looked at Kelly darkly. "How did you get his number in the first place?"

"If you really have to know, Gianni, the owner of...well...Gianni's...he is my ex. He's the impotent bore I told you about. He threw me out and told me to go to hell a few weeks ago after he caught me with my trousers down with one of his waiters." Kelly explained. "I remembered Henry, to be honest I had the hots for him since I saw him at the restaurant with you and you said you and him were just friends...so after Gianni broke up with me I looked up his number in the guest register, and then I called him…"

"Pretending you dialled the wrong number."

"I could hardly tell him that I stole it from what's known as the most discreet restaurant in London"

"Right. And then you started dating?"

Kelly looked at Ella with a thoughtful frown. "Are you gonna tell him all this?"

"Would you admit it's true?"

"Of course not."

"See. I'd love to tell him but I'm quite sure you would manage to make me look like a crazy, jealous bitch…"

"Oh, I would. You can be sure of that…" Kelly gave her a wicked smile.

"I just want to know what you're up to. I don't want Henry to get hurt…" Ella faked a smile. She wanted to yell at her so badly, she wanted to force her to tell Henry the truth but she knew she had to play it nice to make her open up.

"Well, it was just booty calls at first. We just met for casual sex. Henry, he didn't want more, because he, well...nevermind. Anyway, after that pap pictures the situation has changed a little and now he's willing to give it a try. So yes, now we're dating."

"Those pics. How did that happen?"

Kelly grinned. "Let's just say a friend of mine was at the right place at the right time…"

Ella gasped. This bitch really knew how to play the game.

"Don't worry about your dear Henry, Ella." Kelly's voice was full of sarcasm now. "I like him, he's a nice and funny guy. Sure, he's a boomer and a little boring but he's great in the sheets and he's gonna learn to appreciate the mutual benefits of our relationship."

The noise of the key in the front door interrupted them. Kelly leaned in to whisper one last thing into Ella's ear. "Oh, and in case you wonder...he is really big, I mean like...really." Kelly grinned before turning away.

Ella was so incredibly frustrated when Jax and Henry entered her apartment again, she had a hard time pretending to be alright for the rest of the night. There were so many questions left, so many things she didn't understand, it drove her nuts. She decided to keep her mouth shut to prevent herself from saying something stupid and of course Henry noticed it.

"Are you okay?" He placed his hand on her arm, giving it a gentle stroke and looked at her with a frown. "You are so quiet."

Ella took his hand, giving it a quick squeeze that Henry returned with a smile.

"I'm fine." She nodded reassuringly and enjoyed the little triumph that he got handsy with her instead of Kelly. Actually it was absolutely typical for him, he was a very tactile person, not only with Ella but with his friends in general. So it was even more surprising that he didn't like to be in close contact with his date. "I'm just a little tired. I had a tough week." She avoided looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah, me too." Henry's lips curved up into a lopsided grin and he gave her a wink that made her heart skip a beat.

An hour later Henry and Kelly were gone and Ella and Jax were doing the dishes after Ella had put her best friend in the picture about the things Kelly had told her.

"She's lying. They're not really dating." Jax said, doing the drying up.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they're not really a thing. Henry kinda said it when we were outside."

"Kinda? Could you be a little more precise." Ella looked at her friend with big eyes.

"Well, I asked him if they're planning on going insta-official or something with their relationship and he denied it very insistently, pointing out that they are totally not in a relationship. And I was like, yeah, but you guys are dating and he was like...not really."

"Oh wow...and?"

"And I asked what he meant and Henry said that it actually was just a sex thing -so that much is true- but after the pics in the yellow press Kelly's the one who now wants to date and he told me he's unsure if this is the right thing to do. He said he has second thoughts because it feels wrong and when I asked him why, he looked at me with those puppy dog eyes and said I think you know why, Jax, you know who's on my mind."

Ella now stared at him, mouth agape. "What did you answer?"

"I said that I very likely do know and then your neighbour Walter came and joined us and the conversation was over."

"Shit."

"Yeah." They both stayed silent for a moment. "Elsie, you know that you are the reason he doesn't want to date Kelly, don't you?" Jackson turned to her with knitted brows.

"We don't know that. Not for sure."

"Yes and we never will if you don't do something. Jesus, woman...you are this close to losing your perfect match to some creepy gold digger...will you really just stand there with your hands in your pockets and do nothing at all?"

"What can I do?" Her frustration was palpable.

"Just tell him how you feel, that you're in love with him."

Ella let out a snort. "That's not so easy."

"No, it's not, but there's no easy way out of this mess."

"Yeah." Ella took a deep breath.

"So what's the plan? You're gonna ask him to meet you tomorrow so you can tell him?"

"I can't. I have to unpack a ton of parcels with new books tomorrow. The store is a mess and it has to be tidy on Monday morning." Jax raised his eyebrows sceptically. "Really, I'm not using this as an excuse." Ella sighed with frustration.

"Okay, actually that's perfect. Ask Henry to help you and then you can declare your love for him…"

"I don't know…"

"Elsie, I'm not gonna let you chicken out of this. Pull yourself together and get the guy for fuck's sake."

Ella couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, okay. I'm going to call him first thing tomorrow morning. Fine?"

"Fine."

****

While Ella and Jax were drawing up a battle plan, Kelly and Henry were on their way back to Chelsea where Kelly lived and trouble was brewing.

"Why did you have to be so distant?" Kelly asked accusingly. "You made it look like you wouldn't want to touch me."

"Yes, because I don't like it if you're all over me in front of my friends. It's rude and inappropriate. I mean, you're not my girlfriend or something it wasn't even a real date..." Henry snapped.

"Oh...really? You have touched me quite a lot in the last weeks for not being your girlfriend."

"That was different and you know it."

"Yeah, because your beloved Ella wasn't around when you fucked me. At least not physically. I bet you thought of her when you were balls deep inside of me."

"Don't even start, Kelly. I won't let you talk about Ella that way. No disrespect, okay?" His voice was tense and it was obvious that he was trying to restrain himself.

"No, of course you won't." Kelly looked out of the window with a pout. For several minutes none of them said a word but then she turned to him.

"Listen, Henry, I'm sorry. I know what she means to you and I understand that you want to keep this...us...low-key, but it's kinda hard for me when you treat me like you don't even want to be in the same room with me. Please tell me if I did something wrong and I'm never gonna do it again."

"You did nothing wrong. I just don't want to be so touchy-feely when Ella's around."

"Okay, baby, and I just want to make you happy. Happier than she ever could. I don't care about your job, your fame or your lifestyle. I like you just the way you are..." She let her hand run over his thigh, brushing it lightly over his crotch. Henry looked at her with a blank expression.

"She doesn't want you, Henry. You know that. But I do." She purred, starting to massage his dick through his jeans and Henry couldn't help but moan and get hard under her touch.

"Kelly...I don't think I can give you what you're looking for…"

"Oh, I'm sure you can, babe. Just let me take care of you and make you forget about Ella."

The next morning Henry awoke with a jolt when his phone started to ring. He grabbed it and went to the bathroom, Kelly was lying in her bed fast asleep. He hadn't planned to spend the night with her but she had been very convincing and he had to admit the sex had worked wonders. He had been able to let off some steam and to finally get a good night's sleep. He was surprised to see that it was his agent calling. 8 am on sunday morning, this had to be urgent.

A few minutes later Henry put on his clothes before he sat down beside Kelly. He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder and started to shake her gently.

"Kelly, I have to go."

She groaned and turned on her back, eyes still closed. "Why.." she asked sleepily.

"Nothing to worry about, just business. I'll call you later to explain."

"Okay." She yawned and patted his cheek. "Love you babe."

Henry's body stiffened. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. Not from her.

"Bye." He got up and left in a hurry, feeling like shit. This was all so terribly wrong, he wondered if it could get any worse. It was good that a little break was lying ahead of him.

****

Two hours later at the other end of the city, Ella took a deep breath before she called Henry. The plan was simple: call him, ask him if he was willing to help her, wait for a good opportunity and tell him about her feelings and the truth about Kelly. She was determined to make a clean sweep of this whole mess and to lay it all on the line.

"Good morning." Henry's deep voice greeted her friendly.

"Morning, Henry. I hope I'm not interrupting something."

"No, absolutely not. It's good to hear your voice."

He made her blush, even on the phone and she rolled her eyes at herself with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear that." She chuckled. "Listen, Hen, I wanted to ask you a favour. I have so much work to do at the shop today and I really need a helping hand, so I was wondering if you would want to help me. It's just clearing away some new books...but with you I would be much faster and we can spend some time together and talk…" Ella cleared her throat.

"Oh, Ella, I'd love to but unfortunately I can't. I have to go to L.A. I'm just packing my stuff and gonna head to the airport in an hour. I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be. It has to be important if you have to go at such short notice."

"It is. My agent called me this morning. The appointments were originally planned for next month but they were rescheduled to next week. We're gonna talk to some of the studio bosses about upcoming projects and such."

"That's great, Henry. I know you've waited for this opportunity quite a while now." She was genuinely happy for him and it made him love her even more.

"Yeah, now I just have to convince the right people to include me in the right projects." He sighed and Ella knew that under his superman surface Henry was insecure and full of self-doubt often.

"You're gonna blow them away, Henry. You're such a great actor and such a wonderful person. Everybody loves you."

Suddenly there was an awkward silence.

"Everybody?" He asked softly.

Ella was at a loss of words. It was absolutely out of the question to confess her feelings for him on the phone only hours before he had to leave the country for who knows how long.

"Sure." She said with a strange undertone that was almost giving her away. Change the subject! "Is Kelly going with you?"

Henry let out an amused snort. "Of course not. It's a business trip. And she's not, well...my girlfriend or something. I...I said this to Jax already, we're not even really dating, it's just…"

"Sex?"

Henry took a deep breath. "Exactly."

"Are you sure she knows that?"

"No, I'm not. She should, because that's what I keep telling her but she's somehow deaf to that sort of thing. Maybe it's a good thing we take a break now."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I'm not sure. Two weeks maybe."

"So you will be back for my birthday?"

"I hope so."

"So do I. I'd hate to spend it without you but if you can't make it, we can easily take a rain check and celebrate when you're back."

"A party for just the two of us? Sounds even better than joining your actual party." Ella was able to hear the smirk on his pretty lips.

"Oh shut up." Ella laughed out loud. She lowered her voice then, sounding serious all of the sudden. "I'm going to miss you, Henry. A lot. Just come back soon safe and sound, okay?"

"I will. As soon as possible and in one piece. I promise, baby."

~~~~

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