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enwoso · 3 days ago

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for love and country | lovie at the euros

part one — hold me now

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alessia and the rest of the lionesses had been spending the last few weeks on camp, preparing themselves for the busy summer ahead in switzerland. you had been there providing the stability for alessia while still causing your fair share of chaos as always but alessia wouldn't have changed it for the world, making memories with you and leah as well as the rest of the team.

however, it started with a closed-door meeting.

"alessia, can i borrow you for a second?"

sarina's tone was even, her hands tucked in the pockets of her training wear as she stood at the edge of the training pitch. but alessia caught the flicker of something beneath the calm and her stomach tightened. meetings like this never meant something small.

alessia followed the coach across the turf and into a quiet office, one which had been used many of times for tatical meetings with the other coaches. the blinds were drawn against the fading evening sun, casting the room in a sleepy orange hue. alessia barely had time to sit down before sarina started.

"i just wanted to tell you, before it was told to the rest, that there's been a change," the dutch women said, voice deliberate, like she'd rehearsed it. "regarding the base camp and tournament logistics."

alessia sat up straighter, confusion filling her as her mind filled, what did that have to do with her specifically. "what sort of change?"

there was a hesitation, brief but unmistakable. sarina folded her hands in front of her, voice gentling. "the fa has made a decision, that there is no families at camp this year. that includes children."

the words didn't quite register. alessia blinked. it kinda felt as though she was just being played with because there was no way.. surely not.

"no... families?" alessia echoed. "as in, none? not even for a day?"

sarina's nod was slow. "they want a more focused, professional atmosphere. of course, family will still be permitted to visit but not to stay. its a shift in policy from past tournaments, i know but i wasn't consulted before the decision was final."

alessia sat back in her chair, her mind immediately racing, this was not the news she wanted to be told only a few days away from the tournament starting. "b-but lovie always come with me," she said, the words sharp, defensive. "she's always been part of this. she was there in australia. and at the nations league. she has never stayed behind."

"i know," sarina said, visibly softening now. "i pushed back, i tired alessia, especially knowing your situation. but they've drawn a hard line this time. i wanted to tell you privately before the rest of the team was informed."

alessia's fists tightened in her lap. "she's five, sarina. she doesn't care about a policy. all she is going to see is that her mum's leaving,, again."

"i understand, i do" sarina said quietly, her own motherly instincts coming somewhat into play as her professional ones fell a little. "she'll still be welcome after matches. the team hotel. public events. but she can't stay at the training base itself."

it felt like someone had kicked alessia in the chest. alessia stared at the carpet, trying to blink away the sting that were quickly approaching behind her eyes.

"she'd even packed her little suitcase last night," alessia frowned as she spoke, almost to herself with how quiet it was. "with her favourite england top and her little pink crocs. she's been so excited."

sarina said nothing for a moment and that silence spoke louder than any apology.

after the meeting alessia didn't really know what to do, what to say, how to tell you knowing it was going to break your little heart either way and alessia didn't know if and when she'd be prepared to do that.

you had been having a quiet dinner with leah and a couple of the other girls before alessia would take you up to bed, tucking you in with a kiss to the head as you whispered about what you were most excited about to see in switzerland which alessia could only respond to with a sad smile, before whispering, "goodnight lovie, mummy loves you so much" as she did every night.

as alessia retreated back down to the players lounge, leah was sat in the far corner legs stretched out across the couch as the other girls like beth and ella were immersed in a board game.

alessia didn't say anything at first, she just stood there, arms crossed tight over her chest, as her fingers fiddled with the drawstrings of her hoodie. a telltale sign that something was on the blonde's mind

leah looked up and saw alessia. one glance was all it took. something was wrong "hey," leah said gently. "what happened?"

alessia didn't move. "they're not letting her stay," she said eventually, voice low and cracked.

leah straightened, her brow furrowing as her phone fell down the side of the couch. "who? what do you mean?"

"lovie, no kids at camp. some stupid new rule the fa have decided to put in." alessia's voice was clipped, each word a stab. a knowing sign of how upset and annoyed alessia was with the situation "even sarina didn't know it was coming. she said she tried. but it's already done."

leah's face softened instantly. she didn't ask follow-up questions, didn't try to rationalise it. she just crossed the space between them and pulled alessia into her arms without hesitation. alessia didn't resist. alessia folded into the warmth of leah's chest like she belonged there, and she did.

"le, s-she's been talking about coming since the day i made the squad," alessia whispered into her shoulder. "she thinks she's part of the team."

"she is part of the team," leah murmured, placing a comforting kiss to alessia's temple as she dragged her hand up and down alessia's back.

"you saw, she had her unicorn suitcase packed. drew a little calendar with match days with ella. she thinks she's coming."

leah tightened her hold, swaying just slightly as if they could rock the grief away. "just be honest with her, she'll understand in time. just take your time."

"she's gonna ask tomorrow. she always asks. 'mummy, how many sleeps 'til we leave?'" alessia's voice caught. "i don't know how to look at her and explain why she's not allowed anymore. why she's has to stay with my parents."

leah pulled away just far enough to cup Alessia's cheek, brushing a tear away with her thumb. "y/n won't understand all of it. but she'll understand that you love her. that you're not choosing football over her, you never have. this is out of your hands."

"i feel like i'm failing her before i've even gone," alessia said, her voice barely more than a breath.

"no, you're not," leah said firmly. "you're doing everything you can. and you'll call her every night. she'll still see you after games. and she'll be waiting for you when you come home with that medal."

alessia didn't respond. she just leaned forward and rested her forehead against leah's, letting the silence say what she couldn't.

she felt leah's hand curl at the back of her neck, grounding her as leah placed another kiss to her shoulder this time. "you're a brilliant mum, less," leah whispered. "even now."

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telling you was never going to be easy for alessia. she’d practised the words, the entire night after sarina had told her the new while staring at the ceiling trying to sleep at least a hundred times, but nothing could prepare her for the look on your face when she finally said, “you can’t come to switzerland with me, bub.”

the confusion in your eyes cut deeper than she expected wide, blinking, as if trying to piece together what it meant. you didn’t understand what had changed. what you’d done wrong. why you couldn’t go with your mummy. why, instead, you had to go with your grandparents.

around you, the family room at st george’s park buzzed with the usual chaos of departure day. england shirts everywhere, family members hugging tightly, voices rising over one another in excitement. where were balloons tied to chairs, banners crumpling in toddlers’ hands, laughter bursting in intervals, punctuated by the occasional squeal.

outside, the england team bus gleamed in the midday sun, parked along the curb with its doors open waiting patiently to swallow up the players and carry them to the airport. fans lined the entrance of the hotel with proud smiles and fluttering flags, cheering already, unaware of the quiet heartbreak unfolding just inside.

and still, you looked at your mummy, waiting for a reason that would make any of it make sense.

alessia wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back out. and normally, alessia would thrive on this energy. she loved seeing her teammates with their families, loved the way ella and lucy are practically juggling their nieces and nephews, loved the chaos before the calm of the tournament bubble.

and normally, you would be right in the middle of it all. chasing after leah's younger cousins, tugging at keira's sleeve and proudly telling anyone who would listen that your mummy was going to win a trophy.

but today, alessia couldn't shake the hollow feeling gnawing at her chest. because today, you weren't your usual bubbly self.

you were perched on alessia's hip, face tucked into her shoulder, esme the elephant dangling from your little fist. your curls are starting to frizz in the humid summer air, but you didn’t care, you weren’t begging for a hair clip or for leah to 'make it pretty' like she usually would.

your arms were wrapped tightly around your mummy, like you were afraid to let go, and every so often alessia could feel her your small fingers twist into the fabric of her england tracksuit.

alessia shifts your weight, rocking you gently. "hey, lovie. what's going on in that busy brain of yours, hmm?"

you shrugged against her shoulder, giving the smallest shake of your head. no words, no usual cheeky grin, not even a whine. just silence.

alessia kisses your temple, murmuring softly, "you're awfully quiet today. don't tell me you've run out of mischief, your aunties won't believe it."

that earns your mum a tiny hum of protest, but you didn't lift your head. alessia glances around and spots grace, who's crouched by the benches, coaxing another player's nieces and nephews into a game of tag.

usually, that would be enough to lure you in. anything competitive, anything that promised giggles and chaos.

"wanna go play with grace? she's trying to catch the speedy ones. but you could easily outrun her." alessia tries to keep her tone upbeat, playful, but you only shake your head.

"no."

it's so soft alessia almost misses it. she feels a prick of unease and glances up at leah, who's standing a few feet away speaking quietly with her own mum. leah meets alessia's eyes instantly, reading the tension in her expression, and excuses herself to come closer.

"still not talkin' much?" leah murmurs, resting a hand gently on alessia's back.

alessia shakes her head, her jaw tightening. "she hasn't really been herself since yesterday. it's... i think it's hitting her now, y'know? that she can't come this time." alessia's voice drops, rough around the edges. "i thought telling her she'd be with my parents would make it easier, but... i don't think she understands why i can't just bring her.”

leah's hand rubs gentle circles along her spine. "she's only five, less. she doesn't understand because to her, you're... everything. and she's not used to goodbye being more than a just a couple of hours." leah offers a faint, reassuring smile. "she'll be okay. she's brave. and so are you."

alessia doesn't answer right away. her throat feels tight, and it only worsens when she feels you stir slightly in her arms. you finally lifts her head, eyes big and glistening, lips wobbling like your not sure whether your allowed to cry.

"mummy?" your voice is tiny. "w-why... why can't i come with you? i always come."

alessia crouches down so you both are eye-level, shifting you to stand on your own feet. your small fingers immediately twist into the hem of your tracksuit jacket, knuckles white.

"oh, my girl..." alessia tucks a curl behind your ear. "it's not because i don't want you there. i'd take you with me everywhere if i could. but this time, the important people in charge have rules, and i've tried everything i could to try and not separate us, but they wouldn't listen. it's not fair, i know."

your brow furrows, trying to process it. "but... i-i can be quiet," you whispers. "i won't make mess. i can sleep lots."

the tears alessia been holding back threaten to spill. she scoops you back into her arms, hugging you close. "it's not about you being good or bad, lovie. your the bestest of the best. but rules are rules this time. and i promise, i'll call you every day until i see you in switzerland. morning and bedtime and every spare time i have. pinky promise."

you pull back just enough to extend your tiny pinky. alessia hooking it gently, pressing a kiss to your hand.

the two of you sit there for a moment, wrapped up in your own little world while the chatter and laughter carry on around them.

then, without a word, you wriggle down to your backpack and fish out the infamous esme the elephant. your faded, well-loved toy with one ear slightly more floppy than the other. you pressed it into your mummy's hands.

"here," you say quietly.

alessia blinks. "lovie, esme sleeps with you every night. i can't take her from you."

"es... esme can cuddle you," you mumble, staring at your shoes. "so you not sad. when i not there."

and that was it. that was the moment alessia's heart finally cracks.

alessia pulls you back into her arms, clutching you tightly as her voice breaks, "thank you, lovie. i'll take such good care of her. and i'll bring her home safe."

"hey, angel," leah's voice comes softly, breaking through the bubble. she crouches beside them, offering you a gentle smile. "your gonna look after your nonna and nonno for us, yeah? keep them in check, and your uncle luca."

you peeked at your mama, sniffling a little but give the smallest of nods as you stayed tight to your mummy's chest, "you look after mummy?"

"i'll look after mummy for you," leah said, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, a sad smile on the england captains lips. "promise."

you sniffled again, a frown still plastered on your lips. "you pinky promise?"

leah smiled, holding out her hand. "of course."

you sniffle and give the smallest of nods, somewhat satified with your mama's answer. "okay. but... tell mummy come home quick."

leah's eyes soften. "i will. and we'll send you pictures, even the silly ones, to make you laugh. and we want some of you and your cute face." she leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "deal?"

for the first time all morning, you lets out a tiny giggle, muffled against alessia's shoulder.

but when the call comes for players to board the bus, the air shifts again. alessia has to gently pry your fingers from her sleeve, one by one, each movement heavier than the last. alessia kneels down one final time, esme clutched against her chest.

"be good for nonna and nonno, okay?" alessia whispers, kissing your forehead. "i love you to the moon,"

"..and stars and back again" you whisper back, finishing your mummy's words, your voice breaking as you turned to leah, bundling yourself into leah's legs as your arms wrap around them, "love you, mama."

leah smiling wide as she picks you up, giving you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before handing you over to alessia's parents, "love you more angel."

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motorsportbarbie13 · 2 days ago

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Relationship Alphabet Soup

a-z head cannons for how lando acts when he's in a relationship with you.

(quick note. this was so fun to write. i want to do one for at least max too. maybe other drivers. like my voicemail series. master list is here)

Affection - how do they show their affection

Words and touch. He’s very vocal about how much he adores you and how he feels about you. Compliments come easy and he uses his words to reinforce the way he feels about you when he’s touching you. This man will bear hug you for five minutes, head buried in the crook of your neck, and hold you like you’re returning from war even when you’d only run out for eggs and milk ten minutes ago. Kisses are given freely and easily and he’s never shy with showing his affection in front of his parents or the media.

Baby - do they want a family

Lando has famously spoken about his future children in many interviews. The most recent one, the one posted by McLaren where he talks about his legacy and how he wants his children to remember him? You were in the room with him for that interview. The way he looked past all the cameras and directly at you when he spoke of how he wanted his grandchildren to know him and how he wants to be remembered had your heart hammering against your ribcage. You’d always been iffy on kids but after dating Lando even the shortest time, you were sold. You knew it would be a few years but there was no doubt that when Lando was done racing, he’d be ready to settle down and have as many babies as you’d give him.

Cuddles - do they like to cuddle? Do they prefer to be big spoon or little spoon?

Does Lando Norris like cuddles? This man cannot get enough of them. If you’re sitting on the couch without him, you’re being pulled right into his lap the second he sits down. You don’t know what personal space is anymore and have trouble sleeping without your own personal weighted blanked boyfriend half draped over you. He prefers big spoon because he loves making you feel safe but every once in a while he needs to be taken car of too. He won’t ask for it though so you’ve learned his moods and when he needs a little extra attention.

Dates - what was your first date with them? Their favorite date?

Despite his bravado in that one McLaren interview (you know the one), Lando was actually really shy and sweet on your first date. You had met at a party in London through a friend of a friend and flirty texts turned into one very real first date in Hyde Park. He had hired a chef to pack a picnic and brought along one of his mother’s quilts. You sat on this little crest of of a hill overlooking a duck pond, talking about anything and laughing at the little girl and her dad feeding the ducks. But Lando’s favorite date was when he surprised you after one particular had week of work with a private jet to Paris for the evening where he’d dropped an ungodly amount of money to have one of the wings at the Musee d’Orsay opened after-hours just for you. There was a four course meal served in front of a Renoir and you’d never felt more loved or seen that entire night. Lando lives for planning over the top dates to show you how much he adores you but his favorites are the quiet nights in, cooking for each other on a random Tuesday night.

Effort - how do they put effort into the relationship

He’s matured a lot since you first started dating and shows up a lot more than he did. Relationships had always been pretty surface level for Lando until you came along and then it was like something clicked. He had never felt the need to prove to someone how much he cared for them until you and he’d never let you forget how much you mean to him. It had been hard in the beginning and he’d been scared. There had been fights and tears but as you settle into the comfortable season that comes with finding your soulmate, Lando learned what you needed from him to be a good partner and you rarely questioned his desire to be with you.

Fights - how do they deal with conflict

He’s a talker. His parents had a rule in their marriage that they never went to bed angry. Even if they didn’t resolve it, they never let the night end without at least an ‘I love you’. Lando carried that into his relationship with you. He sometimes over communicates and it can feel suffocating, especially for someone like you who’d never been treated quite right in past relationships. But he means well and even when you fight, you know that it’ll get resolved in the end.

Gratitude - how do they show how grateful they are to have you?

Lando’s a very vocal guy. Like his affection, he’s quick with a ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re so good to me’ even in the smallest moments. He’s been on the receiving end of a thankless relationship before and knows how painful it can be so he always tried his hardest to show how much you mean to him and how thankful he is that you chose him.

Honesty - is it a big thing for them? Are they honest with you too?

With the kind of work that he does, the amount of time you spend away from each other, the way the internet is, Lando is a stickler for honesty. He trusts you beyond belief but expect you to be honest with him. If you’re lonely or hurting, he wants you to say it. In the beginning, you kept a lot of the anxiety of what it meant to be dating him to yourself and it caused a lot of pain. It nearly cost you everything. So Lando instituted a rule: no secrets. You two are always honest with each other no matter what, no matter if it hurts or causes a fight.

Insight - are they good at reading your moods?

That man knows your moods better than you do. He can be kind of ‘head in the clouds’ when he’s knee deep into the season but the moment he feels your mood shift, he’s like a dog with a bone. It’s always been almost spooky the way he can sense when something is bothering you, sometimes even before you even realize it yourself.

Jealousy - are they a jealous person?

If Lando has one giant issue, it’s his jealousy. Your barista spends a little too long chatting you up after taking your order? Lando is glued to you, hand on your hip, laughing a touch too aggressively. You spend an extra few moments talking to Lewis on afternoon between sessions and Lando’s pouting in the garage for the foreseeable future. It’s not because he thinks you’re going to cheat. It’s just that he hates when your attention is elsewhere and can’t stomach the thought of someone stealing you away, even if it would never happen. You’ve argued about it. It’s one of your biggest struggles in your relationship, but he’s trying to be better at it.

Kisses - what was your first kiss like? Do they like kissing?

You usually had a strict rule of no kissing on the first date. But Lando was the first, and last, person to get you to break it. You had spent the afternoon in Hyde Park, talking and laughing about nothing special. When the sun dipped low, kissing the horizon in a tangerine glow, the air had chilled to the point where Lando had pulled a sweater out of seemingly nowhere and tugged it over your shoulders. When he didn’t pull back, suddenly you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him, despite your rule. Lando had sensed it too, didn’t want to push you too far but was desperate to touch you. He leaned in first, but you met him where he was and the moment your lips met? Instant electricity. Once he had it once, Lando never wanted to be without your kisses any longer. It was like breathing to him, having his mouth on you. Lips, neck, collarbone, hip, lower…anytime he was kissing you was time well spent in Lando’s opinion.

Love language - what is theirs

Touch, gifts, words of affirmation. You’d learned about Lando’s clingy tendencies pretty quickly but it was the other two that surprised you the most. Lando lives to spoil you and he is sentimental as fuck about it too. He will buy you a new piece of jewelry to commemorate even the most obscure milestone. The earrings he bought you for the anniversary of the first time you slept over the first time were some of your favorite. I’ve mentioned this before but this man also is vocal with his love as well. ‘I love you’s’ are as common as blinking in your apartment. Praise for your cooking or a sincere compliment on the new perfume you bought are the norm and come as easy as breathing for Lando.

Marriage - do they want to get married?

Lando’s had your engagement ring picked out in his mind since your second date. He knew you were it for him so quickly it was scary. He managed to keep it to himself for quite a while though. He knew he’d scare you off but he was all in pretty quickly. He loved seeing the way your cheeks flushed when he called you wifey or his future bride. He smirked at the way you thought you were subtly dropping hints about diamond size and cut a year into your relationship. Lando knew you were going to be his wife and couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Nicknames - what are their nicknames for you/what are theirs for you?

Lando’s favorite is ‘baby’, ofc but honestly, he’ll call you just about anything except your actual name. Love, Darling, and Baby are all of his go-to’s but he’s been known to toss out a random one when he’s had a few drinks and is feeling goofy. He’ll never live down the night he (seriously) called you ‘Schnookems’.

Open - how open are they with you? How long did it take for them to get that way with you?

Lando can be a pretty guarded guy at first but once you have his trust, he’s an open book. He knew he wanted to get to know you before he even asked you out on a date so he was pretty open with who he is and how hectic his life is pretty quick. In a world that can twist even the smallest of misunderstandings and quick looks into something as big as a possible cheating scandal or potential breakup, it’s important to Lando that you two are always on the same page and that both of you are honest and open about everything.

PDA - their feelings on PDA

At first, he’s shy. He’s well versed in online hate and wanted to protect you from it for as long as he could. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be seen with you or anything, he just wanted to protect what was new. But once you were out in the open, it was game on. (the two of you hard launched on a random Friday morning in the paddock in Italy. No one from McLaren knew and showing up hand in hand with Lando with no warning gave every single comms staffer a heart attack) He’s very clingy and not afraid to show his affection for you in public.

Quality time - how do they spend quality time with you? What do they do behind closed doors?

Sometimes quality time can be hard to come by with Lando, especially in the middle of the season. When you suggested that phones get put away and you focus on each other whenever you do get a rare stretch of time off, Lando was on board. Every once in a while, he’ll stream with Max while you’re around but if you are together, you keep it low key. He bought you your first Lego set and that sort of morphed into a shared hobby/activity you do together. Watching movies and playing video games (you always die first when you play Tarkov though) are popular choices too. Despite Lando not being a big reader himself, he will sit and listen for however long you’ll read to him for. Sometimes when he’s away for a race, you’ll get on FaceTime and read to him whatever book you’re reading until he falls asleep.

Relationship - when did they realize they wanted to be in a relationship with you? How?

That man was smitten right away. He knew that he was all in pretty quick. Like, by the end of the first date quick. He knows dating him is a lot though and didn’t want to pressure you into anything so he let you set the pace for the progression of your relationship. He was the one to bring it up finally though, after a brutal triple header in the middle of the season. You’d been on a handful of dates and found yourself missing him fiercely during the third stretch. The first night back, he flew into London instead of back to Monaco and showed up at your door at 1am. His hair was messy and your eyes were sleepy but he said he didn’t want to go another second without being able to call you his girlfriend. You, of course, agreed. That was the first night Lando had slept over too.

Spoiled - does he like to spoil you?

Lando Norris lives to spoil you. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to spend money on you or that you don’t need every Chanel bag he thinks looks cute, he does it anyway. Spend a few moments too long looking at a necklace while you’re walking down the street in Monaco? That same necklace will inevitably show up on your doorstep a week later.

Temper - do they have a temper?

If he’s having a stretch of bad races, he gets in his head and can take it out on those around him. He knows it’s bad and is working on getting better at it. The last time his temper caused a fight between you two, he realized how poorly he was behaving and asked Jon to set him up with a sports psychologist so he could work on handling the pressure of his job better.

Unwind - how do they unwind after a busy day/week

He’s mentioned it in several interviews but he loves to spend time with his family and friends but also loves his alone time. His world is always so chaotic and loud, that whenever he has a moment to just breathe and exist, he does. Quiet vacations, movie nights, lazy Sunday mornings on off weekends spent in bed…That is how Lando recharges. And having you by his side through everything makes it all that much better.

Value - what do they value in a relationship?

He knows his life is fast and chaotic and hard to keep up with, so he values someone who is steady and has a good head on their shoulders. He knows how important communication is, especially when you’re apart for long stretches of time due to his schedule, so honesty is huge. He views you as his partner in life and wants to make sure you’re taken care of and happy, no matter what.

Willingness - how willing are they to go the extra mile for you?

Lando will move mountains for you. He knows how lonely life can be as his girlfriend, knows how hard the comments on your relationship can hit, so he will do anything and everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of. Come down with a cold while he’s half a world away racing? You wake up to your mom and sister who live across the country knocking on your door to take care of you. Falling asleep after a late practice session while he’s still going to be at the track doing engineering debriefs for several more hours? He has Rich or Jon take you back to the hotel so you can go to bed at a decent hour. He will do whatever he can to make sure you’re safe and taken care of.

Xtra - an extra fluff prompt of your choice

Lando gets broody when he sees you with little kids. When you meet Max’s Lily for the first time shortly after Kelly gives birth, he just about melts into a puddle watching you cuddle the newborn. He’s always thought that he wanted to wait until later in life, maybe even after he retires, so have kids, but seeing you fuss and coo over Lily has Lando spinning out of control. He’s ready to get you off birth control and put a baby in you right that moment, but settles for ‘in a few years’ after you convince him that now is certainly not the right time.

Yearning - how do they handle missing you

Not well. He is a clingy baby when you’re together so when he’s gone for a long time? It’s the worst. Quite often, you’ll both fall asleep on FaceTime when he’s off racing in another country. Lando has more than once begged you to quit your job and travel with him full time. You, of course, refuse but do go to as many races as your schedule will allow. He is the king of constant texts, picture messages, voice notes, gifts sent from far away. Anything to make sure you know how much he’s missing you.

Zzzzz - what’s it like sleeping with them?

Lando is perpetually cold. He sleeps with several thick blankets, even in the middle of summer. You will frequently (read: always) wake up with him wrapped around you, arm draped around your waist, legs tangled together. He’s a deep sleeper too. Once he’s out, he’s really hard to wake up so you frequently have to be his alarm clock. You don’t mind because that means you get to wake him up with cuddles and kisses.

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woniedarlin · 2 days ago

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HI HI HII ! I GENUINELY LOVED YOUR RECENT WORK SM?? You did amazing by the way, it actually gave me whiplash when you said you haven’t been feeling your write like what, there's no way??

I ALSO WANTED TO REQUEST A JUNGWON X READER STORY !!! it’s like.. a marriage of convenience / arranged marriage typa thing, but like reader wants divorce from Jungwon on the same day because she’s in love with someone else?? But then gradually stuff happens idk what but then they become best friends and you can take care of the rest, I'm not really that creative 😭

Oops, I Caught Feelings

Pairing: Husband! Jungwon x fem! reader ft. Sunghoon

Genre: Marriage of Convenience / Arranged Marriage

Synopsis: You love your parents. You do, but when they hand you a marriage contract and a husband you barely know, things get complicated, especially since you’re in love with someone else. So, what’s the first thing you do after the ceremony? Ask for a divorce. Jungwon somewhat agrees, and you strike a deal: three months, then it’s over. But as the weeks go by, you start to wonder…What happens when your temporary husband begins to feel permanent?

Author's Note: Oh myyy!! Thank you so much for your sweet words, anonie! This request was so fun to write. I had such a good time putting it together, and I also apologize because this request was sent 2 months ago. I tried my best with this, took a longg time to write. Happy reading, my darlings. Mwah mwah 💋

Caution: This story includes themes of arranged marriage, emotional conflict, and occasional cursing. Expect tension, stubborn hearts, and arguments. Let me know if there is more!

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“Let’s get a divorce soon.”

You say it as if you’re asking for salt. You were calm and unapologetic. Across the table, Jungwon pauses mid-sip of water. He didn’t choke or flinch at your words but only set the glass down and looked at you with a mild expression, trying to decide if he had misheard. “Well,” he says after a moment, “that was fast.”

You shrug, feeling the zipper of your wedding gown dig into your spine as you moved a little. “I might as well be honest. There’s no point in dragging this out.” It’s late, and the reception ended an hour ago. Your heels are off, and your lipstick has faded into a soft bruise. Jungwon’s tie is loosened and slanted, and his jacket has been discarded behind him. His elbow rests on the armrest and studies you. His eyes weren’t unfriendly but observant, more than anything. You wonder if he’s trying to read you or if he’s just tired like you are. “Did I do something wrong?” he asks, with an almost disarming softness.

“No,” you reply, “You’ve been decent.” The words sound bland, but they’re honest. What more could you even say? It’s not like you knew each other well before this arrangement. “That’s oddly formal,” he mutters, raising an eyebrow. You let out a quiet laugh and said. “That’s me being generous.”

He lets a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth for a second. You vaguely remember him from when you were kids. It was only a few scattered memories from family events or shared acquaintances. He was polite and always slipped away before the adults could rope him into small talk. It’s strange to be married to someone who once existed at the edge of your childhood vision. “I’m in love with someone else,” you say, suddenly. It was silent for a moment after that.

“Ah,” he says at last.

You wet your lips, unsure of what else to add. “That’s not why I said yes to this. I didn’t know we’d go through with it, but I think we should… call it.”

“Do they love you back?” he asks.

Your eyes look to the window before answering. “I don’t know. ”

“Huh.” He taps his fingers against the table, then gives a soft sigh. “That sucks.”

You were caught off guard. “That’s it?”

“What do you want me to say? Fight for your honor? Burn the marriage certificate?” There’s no heat in his words but dry sarcasm. It’s so casual that you don’t even know how to respond for a moment. “You’re surprisingly chill about all this,” you mutter.

“I just got into a marriage with someone I barely know, who’s already in love with someone else,” he says, standing and stretching a little. “I think I’ve earned the right to be chill.” He looks at you with a half-smile, as if to say, Welcome to the club. You glance at him, this time with curiosity. “I didn’t think you’d be this reasonable.”

Jungwon lets out a soft scoff. “Don’t let it fool you.” You walk beside each other in silence, footsteps against the soft carpet, and for a second, it almost feels like a dream where nothing makes sense but everything feels strangely okay. It’s bizarre: this night, this marriage, this shared nonchalance. You don’t hate him. You don’t like him either, but for some reason, there’s an ease to this you didn’t expect. At the elevator, Jungwon presses the button. “So how long do you want to pretend we’re not planning a divorce?”

“Three months?” you say. “It’s enough to let everyone settle down.” Your voice feels lighter now as the tension begins to thin.

He nods. “Room rules?”

“Don’t touch my coffee.”

“Don’t leave hair in the drain.”

“Don’t talk to me before ten.”

“Deal.”

The elevator doors open, and you both step inside. Two strangers , acquaintances, or perhaps two accidental allies. It’s strange how easily it all clicks and how little effort it takes to reach an understanding. The hotel suite is massive. You step in first, followed by the soft thud of Jungwon dragging both of your bags. For a second, you only stare. You’re unsure if it’s the room or the fact that it’s your honeymoon and no one is smiling. He walks over to the couch, drops the bags with a grunt, and rolls his shoulders back. “Pick your side,” he says, nodding toward the king-sized bed. “Or the couch is mine if you snore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t snore.”

“That’s what they all say,” he shrugs. You toss your bag onto the left side of the bed and start peeling off your earrings. Jungwon watches you before heading to the minibar. He opens it, reviews the contents, and pulls out a juice bottle. “So,” he says, unscrewing the cap, “what does someone in love do on their fake honeymoon?”

You glance at him. “To answer your question, I think about not being in love.”

He chuckles. “Deep.”

You flop onto the bed and ask. “Do you think they’ll notice?”

“The lack of Instagram posts? PDA? Matching robes?” He raises a brow. “Perhaps, or they won’t care. This isn’t really about us anyway.”

“No,” you murmur, “it never was.” You feel the bed dip as Jungwon sits down, keeping the right amount of space between you two. Not too close and not too far. Enough to remind each other you’re still strangers. Then Jungwon speaks, “You didn’t plan to marry me, hm?”

“No.” You turn your head slightly. “I didn’t plan to marry anyone.”

He nods. “I get that.”

The night moves on like that. Silent but not awkward. You take turns in the bathroom, fold away your clothes into designated drawers without speaking much. He doesn’t try to make conversation, nor do you, but you have a strange, unspoken understanding. Either respect or simple exhaustion. You’re both too tired to pretend to be in love, but not cold enough to be enemies. Later, you lie on opposite sides of the bed with backs turned. Jungwon speaks again. “I’m not gonna ask about him, but don’t break your own heart on my account, alright?”

And with those words, you appreciated what he said.

💍

The next morning is too bright for your mood. Jungwon’s in the living room now, watching some muted news report on the TV. You sit on the bed and think of him.

Sunghoon.

It still stings to say his name even in your head. You’d been in love with him for years. It wasn’t all-consuming, but a love built itself through shared playlists, and all the things left unsaid from you. You didn’t need to confess immediately because there was time, or so you thought. There were plans. You were going to tell him soon. You’d even picked the day at the cafe he always liked, with messy walls and big cakes. You were finally ready but the marriage happened. You never got to tell him.

Now you’re with Jungwon. You’re married and while your heart is somewhere else, your respect is here, in this man who didn’t choose you either, but still meets you halfway. You will choose to do things right, even if they’re not what you wanted.

💍

“You’re not gonna stay cooped up in the room the whole trip, are you?” Jungwon asks, slipping his sunglasses on as the sun peeks from behind the clouds. Your brow raised, and you replied. “You say that as if we’re here for vacation.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem the type who’d hate being stuck inside.”

You sighed. “Fine, but if this becomes a cheesy bonding experience, I’m leaving you at a bus stop.”

Jungwon smirks. “You think I’d wait for you?”

You end up wandering around the area. There weren’t quite tourists and strangers. A while later, you both settle on a beach mat watching the ocean waves. Out of nowhere, you said, “His name is Sunghoon.” Jungwon turns his head but says nothing right away. You add, “I just thought you should know.” He finally speaks. “You don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you cut in gently. “I want to.”

You take a breath. “I’ve known him for years. We weren’t a couple or anything, but we are close friends. I always thought that maybe… one day, I’d tell him how I felt. I even had this dumb plan. There’s this little cafe in town that we always went to. I thought that would be the place.” You paused. “But the moment never came because this marriage happened and now… It’s something I keep in the back of my head.” You glance at him, offering a tired smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve never entertained him, and I've never tried to reach out that way. I’m married now. I take that seriously.” You turned to look at the people passing by. “Anyway, that’s that.” Jungwon doesn’t say anything for a long time. Then he speaks, “I meant it, you know… what I said before. Don’t break your own heart on my account.”

“I’m not,” you say softly. “It’s already been agreed, hasn’t it? Three months. We go home, thank our parents for the opportunity, and then part ways. No drama at all.” He nods. You can feel him watching you, even if you’re both facing the sea. “But still,” you continue, “I take this seriously. You are my husband, Jungwon. I won’t pretend it means nothing just because there’s an end date. That’s not who I am.”

“I never told Sunghoon,” you murmur. “I never even hinted. It wasn’t his fault, and I didn’t want him to carry the weight of something that was never his to hold. I buried it the moment our parents showed us the marriage contract.” Jungwon is finally taking off his sunglasses. He sets them down beside him. His eyes meet yours, and they’re impossibly kind. “You didn’t have to do that,” he says.

“I know,” you answer. “But I did because you were standing beside me that day, because our parents were so proud and because… if I had screamed, begged, or run away, I wouldn’t have been me anymore.” Then Jungwon’s voice breaks it, “I think that’s what makes you strong, you know. Not how you hold everything together, but how you do it without making anyone else feel small.”

“I don’t want to make you feel like a placeholder, Jungwon,” you admit. “Even if we both know how this ends. These months, they’re not pretending to me.”

“I know,” he says, and there’s no mockery, no distance. “They’re not pretending to me either. Almost as if it needs to be said,”

you add, “I want us to leave this with respect. With good memories. So when we tell them it’s over… it won’t be because we hated it.”

Jungwon smiles faintly. “Then let’s make these three months count.”

You nodded at his response.

💍

The marriage, of course, was never about love. It was about two powerful families, two last names inked on contracts. Your parents, who are ambitious and strategic, saw opportunity. The wedding was just a ceremony, but the alliance? That was the real deal. Your parents told you it can be temporary if you want to, but they wanted you to try it and be with him for a while. A show of unity. A merging of two empires that could dissolve just as easily as it came together, once the timing was right.

If the divorce goes through on time, nothing collapses. No one loses face. Both families can say they tried. It will all be written off as a necessary step in building a stronger future, whatever that means.

But what no one accounted for was what might happen in between. What it means to live beside someone you barely know. To sleep next to someone. To hear their thoughts unfiltered. To witness their habits. Three months sounded easy. But living them? That’s something else entirely.

One Week Later

The honeymoon was alright. Jungwon, to his credit, made it easy. He was thoughtful, not pushy. He was laid-back, which balanced out your guarded nature. He didn’t try to force anything. No tension, no fake affection just for appearances, and in a strange way, that made you respect him more. But after a week, it has now come. A black car waited for you both outside the villa. The engine purring as you stepped out with your luggage, the staff politely bowing one last time. You went into the backseat beside Jungwon to look again at the familiar hotel.

The ride to the new house took hours.

The driver pulled up to the estate gates. It wasn’t just big. It was designed. It was too perfect to feel like home yet. Everything was pristine. You stood in the foyer, your luggage by your side, Jungwon beside you. “Well,” he murmured, looking at you, “we made it. Home sweet… investment.” You smiled and appreciated the dry humor. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Let’s mess it up a little.” He walked ahead, wheeling his luggage toward the upstairs hallway. “You get first pick. Main bedroom or the one with the balcony?”

“You’re not taking the master?” you said, confused.

He shrugged. “I don’t need the biggest room to prove anything. Go where you’ll feel more comfortable.” You ended up choosing the one with the pretty view, not the master. He took the other without comment.

💍

You were still technically married, but you had separate rooms and routines.

For days, mornings became alright. He cooked surprisingly well. You helped him clean. He asked you things, not out of obligation, but curiosity. Your favorite music. Whether you like rainy days, nights are more at peace. Sometimes, he came home from a work dinner or family obligation, and the two of you would sit on the floor in the living room, with leftovers in between.

It was… nice

You saw him brushing his teeth. His hair is a little messy. You saw him tired. You saw him annoyed. You saw him with his tie undone, complaining about a phone call. And you realized…This is what it means to live with someone, not just in the same space but in the same life.

Besides that, you never knew if Sunghoon loved you back. That was the part that stung the most. You had loved him for so long, and now, married, the timing was gone. You weren’t sure what you would be waiting for if the three-month agreement expired. Some invisible green light? A chance to pick up where you left off? But even that thought made you feel sick. Was it still respectful? Would it be too soon? Would it be cruel? You didn’t know what Sunghoon felt. Perhaps he had someone else by now. Maybe the version of him you were in love with was just a perfect memory built from the safety of what never was. You had no right to be angry, but you were hurting anyway.

So you made a promise to yourself: You wouldn’t confess. Not unless it still felt right. Not unless your heart didn’t feel like it was cheating on someone who had only ever been kind to you. Jungwon.

But while married, you didn’t let yourself spiral into daydreams anymore. Not about Paris with Sunghoon. Not about mornings, surprise confessions, or the slow realization that he had been in love with you all along. That story belonged to another version of you. One who didn’t get arranged into someone else’s life.

💍

You didn’t plan on getting this comfortable with Jungwon. It started with the afternoons when he knocked twice on your door before walking in as if he lived there. “Your room gets the better light,” he said one day, already settling on your carpet with his laptop and a bowl of cereal. You gave him a look of judgment. “There’s a whole house, Jungwon.”

“But your room smells of human life,” he grinned while gesturing to your candle. “Mine smells like wet paint and depression.” You should’ve kicked him out. You didn’t, sigh. Eventually, your schedules tangled. He worked where you worked. He started leaving socks under your coffee table. You started stealing his oversized hoodies on rainy mornings. One Wednesday, you both called in sick, though neither was ill. You both didn’t feel like facing the world. Instead, you lie in the living room, side by side with snacks between you, watching bad movies and trading horror stories about your high school years. “I had a bad perm in ninth grade,” Jungwon confessed and winced. You turned your head slowly, already grinning. “No way.”

“It’s true,” he groaned. “It was a nightmare.”

You nearly choked on your popcorn. “Please. I need photos for blackmail.”

“That’s classified information,” he said, snatching the bowl away but laughing too.

It wasn’t love, it was nice, whatever this was. This warm, lazy comfort. He started learning your habits. You hated how the faucet dripped at night, so he twisted it tight, and you couldn’t stand shoes on the carpet. You never talked about the divorce again. One night, the power cut out while you were halfway through a shower. You screamed. From outside, Jungwon yelled, “Are you dead?”

“No, but you better light candles before I leave here in the dark.” You found him in the kitchen later with a flashlight under his chin. “I’m the ghost of arranged marriages,” he said spookily. You nearly slipped again from laughing so hard. Later, the two of you sat on the counter eating leftover rice, candlelight between you. “Do you ever think about after?” you asked, picking at your food. “Like… what happens when we divorce?”

He looked at you for a long moment, then looked down. “Sometimes,” he said quietly. “But I try not to. It feels like ruining something that’s not broken yet.”

You agreed.

By week four, Jungwon insisted on making the other room into a “cringe cinema room.” You let him. “You’re annoying, you know,” you said one evening, watching him struggle to mount a projector on the ceiling. “And you’re bossy, but I put up with you anyway,” he said, dangling from a step ladder. He jumped down with a grin, brushing his hands on his pants. “I’m your husband, after all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Temporary.”

“It still counts,” he smirked, lightly bumping your shoulder. You bumped him back harder. This feels more like friends hanging out with each other than a marriage.

💍

It was around 11 p.m. You were drying the plates. Jungwon was wiping the table. “You didn’t show up to lunch.”

You kept your eyes on the dish in your hand. “I told you I might not make it.”

“You said you’d try.”

“I did try,” you said. “My meeting ran late.”

He muttered. “It felt like I was waiting for nothing.”

You finally looked at him. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”

His arms crossed. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one putting effort into this.”

You set the plate down. “What?”

“Isn’t it?” he asked. “I make time, I show up. You’re always somewhere else.”

“That’s not true.”

“It feels true.”

You stared at him. “You think I want that? You think I always choose between what matters and what also matters?”

He didn’t answer right away. “I wish I didn’t always come second.”

You scoffed. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have married someone like me.”

“Well, I didn’t have a choice, did I?” He didn’t meet your eyes. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” So this is what it feels like to argue as a married couple? You swear it was much worse whenever your parents fight. It was terrifying lol.

💍

You weren’t exactly mad at Jungwon. Not anymore, at least, and you were pretty sure he wasn’t angry at you either, but something about the air between you both felt compressed. It was the day after your first proper argument, and it left a weird taste in your mouth. Neither of you had yelled, but you’d both walked away a little bruised.

Now, at the grocery store, he pushed the cart ahead of you. He was focused and was scanning the list with his brows furrowed, checking items off as he placed them neatly into the cart. You, on the other hand, were walking behind while munching on a tiny food sample. You weren’t helping at all, and you knew it.

You even ducked into the seafood aisle to grab another round of free crackers and cheese. Yes, you were being passive-aggressive and maybe a little mean, but when Jungwon glanced behind and didn’t find you, he sighed slightly but loud enough for you to hear from two shelves away. You didn’t say anything when you rejoined him, though you did place a pack of overpriced chocolate cereal into the cart without asking. He glanced at it, then at you. You met his eyes, chewing. “What?” you asked with your mouth full. He shook. “Nothing.”

You strolled on. The whole trip went like that with minimal words, plenty of sighs, and a few eye rolls (from you). It was a sort of stubbornness between two people still figuring out what their closeness was supposed to look like. At checkout, you stood beside him silently as he paid.

The drive back was more of the same. You sat with your legs crossed and head leaned against the window, but then he pulled the car over to a spot by the curb. You looked over, confused. He put the car in park and turned to you. “Look at me.” You hesitated, but then you did. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted softly. “And I’m sorry,” he continued. “I didn’t want to make you feel unheard last night. I didn’t mean to be cold.”

Your heart is pinching a little. “You weren’t cold. I think I took it that way because I was scared of where the conversation might go.” His expression softened. “Yeah?” You nodded. “Yeah.” He leaned back in his seat. “Marriage is weird.” Which made you laugh a little. “Tell me about it.”

He reached into one of the grocery bags in the back seat and pulled something out. He handed you the chocolate cereal. Oh, you thought he put it back on the shelf because it was overpriced. You stared at it. “Really?”

“You’re annoying when you don’t help,” he said. “But you looked like you needed it.” You smiled, holding the box close to your chest. “Thanks,” you muttered. “Also… sorry for disappearing and going on the samples instead.”

He smiled. “You didn’t even get the good ones.”

“I panicked,” you replied. “It’s a very high-pressure situation.”

He shook his head while chuckling, then he looked at you again. “So… are we okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah”

“That’s good.”

With that, he pulled the car back onto the road.

💍

It was past midnight when you knocked on Jungwon’s door. You stood outside his room awkwardly, hugging your arms, your phone clutched tightly in one hand. Jungwon opened the door a second later, obviously having just woken up. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice husky.

You hesitated. “Um. Yeah. I accidentally watched a video.”

“A video,” he repeated, and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Was it a ghost video? Did you get scared?” You were embarrassed to answer, shifting on your feet.

“haha…’’

He raised a brow. You groaned softly, whispering, “Yes.” He chuckled. “You’re such a baby.”

“I didn’t mean to watch it! It popped up, and the thumbnail was like a little cartoon, so I clicked it and then boom! Screaming, a floating girl, creepy stairs! Now I think I’m cursed or something, and every time I close my eyes, I feel like she’s there…..”

He said. “It’s not that big of a deal. You’re overreacting.”

“She was floating, Jungwon.”

He sighed, stepping aside. “Come in, you big baby.” You hurried inside, brushing past him and making a beeline for his bed. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered, closing the door. “You can’t sleep unless you’re two inches from me, big baby?”

You were already crawling under his blanket. “Two inches is generous.”

He rolled his eyes as he walked over. “I don’t know why I keep letting you in here.”

You looked up at him from under the blanket, eyes wide. “Because you secretly care.” He snorted but didn’t deny it. Instead, he turned off the light and went under the covers, settling beside you. You flopped right next to him, practically burrowed into his side. “Seriously?” he said, voice muffled by the pillow. “This close?” You didn’t respond. “You’re pressing into my ribs.” Still nothing. He looked down. “Hey. Are you… scared?” You nodded once, not meeting his eyes.

He stared at you for a second, without another word, lifted his arm, and opened the blanket wider. You didn’t hesitate. You snuggled even closer, your head resting near his chest. “…You’re so warm,” you murmured.

“You’re trembling,” he muttered, a little worried now. He let his arm rest around you, hesitantly at first, then fully wrapping you up. “Geez. How bad was that video?”

“Bad,” you whispered. “I hate mirrors now.”

He couldn’t help it, so he laughed. “Hey,” you said, voice muffled against his shirt. “Stop laughing. You’re supposed to protect me.”

“Right, right,” he said, still smiling. “I forgot that’s in my marriage vows.”

“You didn’t say vows.”

“Okay, then I’m freelancing them.”

You pulled the blanket tighter, eyes fluttering shut. He said softly. “You can sleep here whenever, you know that, right?”

You replied. “Yeah. Thanks.” Then you added, “Don’t float above me when I sleep, okay?”

“Not unless I’m cursed too.”

You cracked a smile. “Deal.” And soon enough, the scary images faded, replaced by warmth and comfort.

💍

You didn’t mean to fall asleep like that. In fact, last night, you had planned to stay on your side of Jungwon’s bed quietly, but sometime between murmured jokes and your hundredth check of the bedroom mirror, you must’ve fully passed out, and now, well…

The sunlight was starting to peek in when Jungwon woke up slowly. He squinted at the light, yawned, then frowned, realizing his arm had gone numb. That was because your entire body was sprawled across him. One leg was tossed over his. Your arm was flung across his chest, your face smushed unflatteringly near his collarbone, and you snored. He stared down at you. “…Seriously?” You didn’t move.

He moved a little to relieve the weight on his arm, but you grunted and pressed your face into his shoulder. He looked at the ceiling in disbelief. “I let you stay one night,” he muttered, deadpan. “One night.” You snored louder. He sighed, but there was no real irritation behind it. In fact, after a few seconds, his lips turned into a tired little smile. Carefully, he reached up with his free hand and lightly poked your cheek. Nothing. He poked again. “Wake up, big baby.”

“Mmmgh,” you groaned into his shirt.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re snoring directly into my soul.”

“Stop…” you were still half-asleep. “You’re so loud…”

“I’m not the one drooling on someone else’s chest right now.”

At that, your eyes finally fluttered open, mortified. You slowly looked up, realizing just how close you were. He looked back at you, face neutral. You smiled sheepishly. “…Good morning?” A tiny, amused smile returned from him. “Morning. You want to get off of me, or are you planning to rent this space monthly?” You made a face, immediately rolling away with a groan, face burning. “I swear I didn’t mean to-”

He sat up, rubbing his arm. “I can’t feel my bicep anymore.”

“I get it! I’m sorry, okay?!” You buried yourself in the blanket, completely humiliated. He chuckled as he stood and stretched. “You’re lucky I like sleepovers,” he added over his shoulder as he walked to the bathroom. You peeked out from under the covers, watching him go. “I still hate mirrors, though,” you muttered. You heard him call back from the bathroom, “Then stop snoring at them.”

After a while,

You were still on Jungwon’s bed while you were on your phone. The embarrassment from waking up on top of him had faded, replaced by your usual comfort. It was one of those unbothered days where nothing was urgent. You giggled softly at your phone. Jungwon, sitting by the desk, checking emails, turned his gaze to you. “What’s got you smiling?”

You didn’t look up. “I’m texting my friend group.” He hummed, going back to tapping his keyboard. Then, you got another message. Your phone buzzed with a new image. You opened it, and your eyes lit up. “Aww!”

Jungwon peeked again. “Wifey?” he called you casually. “Who’s making you giggle now?” You turned your screen toward him without thinking. “Sunghoon sent me a picture of him and his dog. Look, isn’t his dog so- wait…”You stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing something.

Jungwon asked. “Sunghoon?”

You sat up. “I just realized, I never showed you what he looks like, right?” He raised an eyebrow, slowly walking over. You handed him your phone and watched his face. His face was neutral, though something was a little unreadable in his eyes as he studied the photo: Sunghoon smiling beside a fluffy, seemingly French poodle.

Jungwon nodded once. “So that’s Sunghoon.”

“Mhm,” you said, still not noticing the weird subtle behavior. “He always sends random dog pictures. Honestly, he’s so in love with his dog, it’s insane.” Jungwon handed your phone back with face unchanged. “Cute dog.”

You smiled. “Right?” He nodded and returned to his desk, sliding into his chair smoothly. You were still smiling at the picture, busy typing a reply, when he glanced over again.

💍

You didn’t expect much from the dinner. It was only a formal family gathering with you and Jungwon’s parents. The marriage had always been meant to be temporary, something your parents knew. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement that allowed both families to settle business matters and give you “a companion” in the meantime. Your parents had reassured you: “If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t have to last.” You were never pushed to fall in love.

After a long while in the marriage, their perspective seemed to change after closeness was shown. “You’re glowing these days,” his mom said to you with a knowing smile. I remember how hesitant you were initially, but look at you now.”

You tried not to stiffen. “Oh- really?”

“She’s right,” your mom joined in, nodding. “We were saying how natural you two seem. It’s so lovely to see.”

Natural? Your dad chuckled. “We always believed that with time, you’d both give this marriage a fair chance, and now look! It looks like it’s going to last forever.” Jungwon gave a polite smile. “We’re… figuring things out.” You nodded, matching his energy. “It’s still early, but we’re doing okay.”

“More than okay,” your mom said cheerily. “You’re so in sync! Honestly, I think you’ve found the one.”You took a sip of your drink, to avoid answering and partly to recover from the statement. You saw Jungwon do the same. Then came the kicker. “Well,” his dad said, pouring himself another drink, “If you’re not planning to end things anytime soon… maybe we’ll meet a grandchild sooner than we thought?”

You choked. Jungwon choked. Everyone else laughed. You leaned toward him, whispering behind your glass, “Tell me you heard that too.”

“I wish I didn’t,” he muttered.

His mom waved her hand. “Don’t look so startled! We’re just happy. The two of you seem so in love these days. It’s not like how it started.”

Your mom nodded in agreement. “It’s like fate, honestly.” You and Jungwon exchanged a glance. You weren’t sure if it was panic or confusion. You plastered on a smile. “That’s very sweet, mom.”Jungwon added, “We’re grateful for everything.” They seemed satisfied with that. The conversation continued, but you could feel Jungwon’s foot bump lightly against yours under the table, like a “what just happened?”. Later, in the kitchen, you were washing dishes beside him, still stunned. “Did they just rewrite our whole backstory?” you asked, handing him a plate.

“Apparently, we’re in love,” he said, drying it. “Didn’t you get the memo?”

“I missed it. It must’ve been in the fine print.”

He chuckled. “Well… we didn’t exactly deny it.”

You smirked. “Yeah. You sold it with your half-nod and existential panic.”

He bumped your shoulder with his. “Hey- you’re the one who turned pink.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe we almost got baby-trapped.”

“We survived,” he said.

“Barely.”

💍

It had been a long day because of an accidental detour into a sketchy back alley thanks to Jungwon’s “shortcut,” and a tragically wrong drive-thru order. You were both tired, delirious, and running on caffeine and sarcasm. You were crouched near the car while Jungwon struggled to fit the last bag into the trunk. “Do you think if I die here, the coroner will be like, ‘Cause of death: rice bag to the face’?” he said.

You looked up at him. “I think they’d say natural causes because you’ve always been naturally stupid.”

He turned slowly. “Oh?”

You grinned. He pointed at you. “This from the same person who waved at a mannequin today.”

“IT WAS WEARING A HAT AND HAD POSTURE.”

Jungwon crouched beside you now. “You were like, ‘Hi- oh.’ And then you bowed to it. You bowed.”You smacked his arm. “I was being polite!” That set you both off. You were clutching your stomach, while he wheezed beside you. “I can’t breathe-” you gasped. He wiped his eye. “I heard you say ‘excuse me’ to the clothing rack after bumping into it.”

“I have MANNERS!” You both dissolved into uncontrollable laughter again, collapsing against the car. People passed by, giving you strange looks, but you were too far gone to care.

“HIHAHAHA snortt BWAHA’’

‘’NYAHAHAHAHIHIHI’’

“It’s been a long day,” he said solemnly.

You nodded, then whispered between laughs, “I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Okay, but did you hear how ugly your laugh is?”

“BITCH, YOU SOUND LIKE A COUGHING BROOM.”

That was it again. Jungwon collapsed forward, wheezing, as you completely gave up and rolled back onto the pavement. A passing old couple stared at the two of you and walked away scared. Neither of you noticed. You were gripping each other’s arms with bodies shaking with laughter, faces red and aching. “I’m gonna throw up,” you managed.

“Same,” Jungwon said, wiping a tear. “This is how we die.”

ya’ll are weird as fuck.

💍

It had been a week. Nothing big had happened, but it hit you. You hadn’t thought about Sunghoon in a while. Not that you were trying not to. He used to cross your mind so naturally. It was a familiar habit of yours before the marriage began. Before, you would wonder what he’d think of your new shoes, or remember an old joke and smile alone, but this past week? You were laughing too hard with Jungwon, arguing over who left the fridge slightly open and other silly things. You were in this strange, growing space you two had built. And when your phone lit up with a message from Sunghoon that night, which he sent a funny joke, you smiled, but not the one before. Not the smile that stayed. Not the one that used to warm you all over.

You only tapped the screen and locked it again. Jungwon came out of the bathroom, hair damp and in his comfy clothes. “You good?” You nodded. “Yeah.” He sat next to you on the couch, reaching for the chips between you. “What’s with that face?” You tilted your head. “What face?”

“That one,” he pointed, smirking. “You seem like you just had a life crisis.” You snorted. “Maybe I did.”

“Want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “Not really.”

“Okay.” He popped a chip in his mouth and stared at the screen. “Wanna watch something stupid?”

“Absolutely.”

💍

It was one of those usual afternoons when everything felt alright as always. You and Jungwon were walking side by side and sipping iced drinks. You two were bumping shoulders every few steps. You had just come out of the bookstore; instead, he dragged you out before you bought another copy of a book you already owned. “You’re insane,” he said, pointing at the bag in your hand. “You already have that book.”

“This one has a different cover,” you argued, “and you wouldn’t get it. It’s for the vibe.” Jungwon groaned mockingly. “You know what? Next time I see that book in your room, I’m stealing it.” You laughed. “Joke’s on you. I’ll buy another.” He rolled his eyes but smiled. It was easy with him: the teasing and the walking. You were halfway through telling him that your teacher mistakenly called you a different name when someone behind you suddenly shouted your name.

“(Name)? OH MY GO-,” came a familiar voice. You barely had time to react before arms wrapped around you and your feet lifted off the ground. “Sunghoon?” you gasped, still mid-air. He twirled you once, laughing, before setting you down. “I knew that was you! You haven’t changed one bit!”

You looked at him, surprised. “It’s not that long-”

“No, it’s too long,” he said, holding onto your shoulders. “Goodness, it’s so good to see you.” His eyes scanned your face. “You look good…suspiciously good. Your happily ever after been smooth so far?” You laughed awkwardly and respond. “I guess so.” He smirked. “I’m still mad I never got to see you in a white dress, by the way. I had tissues ready to cry in the front row and everything.”

You playfully pushed his arm. “Shut up.” Then he glanced to the side, finally noticing the figure standing a few steps back. “Oh,” Sunghoon said. “You’re- Jungwon, right?” Jungwon gave a slight nod, stepping forward. “Yeah. You’re Sunghoon, right?” They hadn’t met before, but they knew of each other well, because of you.

Sunghoon stuck his hand out with a bright smile. “It’s good to meet you finally, man. I’ve heard a lot.” Jungwon shook it. “Same here.” There was something calm and nice with how Jungwon said it, but if you were paying attention, it was kinda odd.

Sunghoon looked between the two of you again. “You two look good together,” he said happily. “Better than I imagined.” You smiled and couldn’t tell if your heart was beating from the compliment or the pressure. Jungwon nodded once, his face unreadable. “Thanks, man.”

“Anyway,” Sunghoon said, stepping back, “it’s crazy bumping into you like this. Are you two heading somewhere?”

“We were just walking,” you said.

“Right, well- guess I’ll let you go,” Sunghoon said, slowly. “It was nice seeing you again, seriously.” He didn’t hug you again this time, but only gave you that soft, warm smile he always had. “Take care, alright? Both of you.”

“You too,” you said.

Then you and Jungwon turned and walked away. You didn’t speak for the first few seconds. Something felt weird with Jungwon. Then Jungwon reached over, grabbed your drink, and took a sip. “Hey!” you said, laughing.

“I needed sugar,” he muttered. “Besides, yours tastes better.” You scoffed at him. “That’s your excuse for everything.”

Though, back at the car, it felt kinda awkward. You glanced at Jungwon. You could see his jaw was tight. He hadn’t said much since you both returned from running into Sunghoon. You turned the music down even more. “What’s up with you?” you asked. Jungwon muttered, “Nothing.” You raised a brow. “Really? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

“I’m just tired.”

You scoffed. “Tired?” Your entire body turned to him. “Seriously? What is your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal,” he said quickly.

“Okay, then why are you being so quiet?”

“I’m always quiet.”

you shot back. “This isn’t quiet, this is- I don’t know, sulking.” That got a reaction. Jungwon let out a humorless laugh. “So now I’m sulking?”

“I’m saying- if something’s wrong, you can say it. I’m not gonna bite.”

He turned down a side street. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Did seeing someone from my past make you uncomfortable? Or did you not like how close we used to be? Or that you hated how he hugged me or talked about the marriage?-anything.”

“It’s not my place to hate anything,” Jungwon said.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He glanced at you. “It means I don’t have the right to say anything. We’re not- this isn’t like that.”

You stared at him. “Wow. Okay.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like-”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “No, it’s fine. We’re not anything. Got it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said again, but there was more frustration. “I meant that whatever I’m feeling shouldn’t even matter.”

“It does matter! You’ve been acting off since that run-in. Don’t act like you’re fine.”

Jungwon pulled over near the side of the road and parked the car. “Look,” he started, “it’s not about Sunghoon. When he showed up, it felt as if I was watching someone walk into a memory I wasn’t part of, and it hit me how little time I’ve had to get to know you, even though we’ve been stuck together for a while now.”

you said, “You think I know everything about you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“You don’t know a thing about me either,” you snapped. “And you’re the one who barely talks about yourself.”

“Well, I’m trying not to cross a line!”

“What line is that, Jungwon?” your voice rising. “I feel like we’ve already crossed a few, haven’t we?”

“This whole thing is confusing,” he said finally. “I didn’t ask for any of it, and neither did you, and I’m trying, but today, it messed with my head.”

“Well, don’t take that out on me.”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are,” you said. “I’m tired of tiptoeing around you. Every time something important comes up, you shut down.”

“Every time I try to say something honest, you twist it!”

You stared at him. “You know what? Just drive.”

He clenched his jaw. “Fine.”

The rest of the ride was quiet again.

When you got home, you didn’t even take off your shoes. Jungwon was already behind you, just as silent as he’d been in the car. You tossed your bag onto the couch, then turned on your heel. “Are you gonna tell me what that was back there?” you snapped. “Or are we just gonna sit silently until it eats us alive?”

Jungwon replied. “What what was?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said sarcastically. “You're going quiet the second Sunghoon showed up. You’re acting like I committed a crime by talking to an old friend.”

His eyes narrowed. “You think I was mad about him?”

“Weren’t you?”

“No,” he snapped. “I was mad because you acted as if I wasn’t even there.” to which, you scoffed. Jungwon said. “You laughed, you twirled, you hugged.”

“You’re not my real husband, Jungwon!” you blurted. “We both know this is fake!”

And everything stopped. You regretted them the second they left your mouth, but it was too late. Jungwon’s face became more unreadable. “Right,” he said slowly. “I forgot. Three months, right?”

You stuttered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said bitterly. “You’re just saying what we both agreed on.”

You hated the way your chest ached. “It didn’t have to be like this.”

He looked away. “Perhaps it shouldn’t have been anything at all,” he added, “Sometimes I wonder why I even said yes.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it,” he said. “I should’ve just said no. I should’ve told my mom I wasn’t interested in playing house with a stranger.”

“Wow,” you whispered, holding back the tears. “You know what’s funny? I thought we were starting to get along.”

He shook his head. “That’s the problem. We let it be genuine for a second, and now we’re here.”

You were stunned, hurt, furious, all at once. “Well, maybe you should start packing,” you said coldly. “There’s no point waiting three months if you regret it.” You walked away after. This time, you shut your bedroom door gently, because slamming it would’ve made it too final, where you meant every word you said. Deep down, you didn’t, but none of that mattered tonight.

💍

He was gone. There was no goodbye. His closet emptied. You were in the doorway for longer than you should’ve, waiting for something to tell you this wasn’t real. Perhaps a leftover jacket, a single shoe, or his scent, but nothing. You walked into the living room, feeling as if it were a foreign ground. The couch sat untouched. The blanket you always fought over is still folded neatly where you left it. You sat down, staring at the wall, wishing it might give you an answer. You didn’t realize you were crying until the first tear fell onto your shirt.

He wasn’t supposed to mean anything. That was the deal. Three months. After that, a handshake, a thank you, and you both go back to the lives you were meant to live. This marriage was never real, but somehow, he’d slipped into the cracks of your routine. You loved it when he left his mug near the sink instead of inside it. You loved it when he dried your umbrella, even when you forgot to. You loved it when he waited for you to unlock the door first, even when he had the spare key.

You’d picked up things about him without meaning to, and now you kept walking into rooms, expecting to find him there. You told yourself over and over that this wasn’t love. It was only comfort, but you felt the truth crawling to you in the emptiness.

He was never just a guest in your life. He became part of it. You missed hearing his footsteps. You missed his voice through the bathroom door. You missed the stupid way he argued about where the cereal belonged. You didn’t love him from the start. You weren’t even sure when it began, but he started making your world feel softer one day. He made silence feel safe. He made loneliness feel full. He made you feel seen, even on the days you didn’t want to be.

But he was gone. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, not with him leaving before you figured out how much he meant. Not before you could say, “Don’t go,” because you would’ve said it if only he had stayed long enough to hear.

💍

You weren’t expecting her, but she came. It was always what mothers did when everything was already broken beyond repair. You heard the knock on the door, and it felt like she was a stranger asking to be let into your ruin. You should’ve kept it locked, but you opened it anyway. She stepped in without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes scanned the place, and she knew. Jungwon wasn’t there. “I’ve been calling,” she said gently.

You didn’t look at her. “I know.”

“I thought I’d come by to check on you.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Check if the house you married me into is still standing?”

She winced. “Honey, please.”

“No,” you said, turning to her now, voice rising, “You never meant anything, right? You didn’t mean to marry me off as if I were a pawn. You didn’t mean for it to feel like I was auctioned off to someone you thought could keep me in line. You didn’t mean for me to end up in a house where he’s gone and I’m here swallowing the silence.” She flinched, but you were already spiraling. “You made me believe this would be fine, that I’d grow into it. That I’d learn to like him. That love could come after.” Then you said it with full force,

“But I did love him.”

You kept speaking, “I loved how he brushed his teeth with the door open, how he’d mumble when he was tired. I even loved how he took up too much space in his bed. We agreed to have separate rooms, but despite that, I would end up sleeping beside him. I loved it when it made the house feel less lonely.”

Your voice cracked. “I waited for him to come home every night, even when we were fighting. I kept counting the days to the end of the three months as if it were a joke.” You looked up now, at your mother. “But I wasn’t laughing.” You swallowed hard. “I hate you for putting me in this, but more than that… I hate myself because I walked into this marriage ready to leave, but somewhere along the way, I fell. Slowly and pathetically. I fell.”

Her face had crumpled, but you didn’t stop. “Now he’s gone, just like we had agreed on, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to tell him that I didn’t want it to end.” Tears blurred your eyes. “I didn’t want to be free. Please, not from him.” You collapsed into the heartbreak and loving someone too late. Your mother, who started it all, couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch her daughter mourn a man who was never supposed to matter but did.

Then, her shoulders started to shake. You’d never seen your mother cry before, but now, she was trembling in your living room, hands covering her face, lips quivering around the words she couldn’t seem to find fast enough. “I’m so sorry…” she whispered. “I’m so- so sorry.” She moved closer, unsure, until she gently wrapped her arms around you. She was holding her daughter for the first time in years.

You let yourself lean into her, into the familiarity of her perfume. Letting into the embrace you didn’t realize you still needed. “I didn’t know,” she whispered into your hair. “I thought I was doing what was best. I thought- I didn’t know it would hurt you. I thought you’d walk away untouched.”

You pulled back slightly to look at her tear-stained face. Your voice was hollow. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” She brushed your hair back gently. “Then don’t decide today,” she murmured. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to be okay right now.”

You said. “I miss him and I don’t even know if he wants to return.”

Your mother held your face with both hands. “Then you wait.”

You bit your lip while the tears threatened to spill again. “I don’t want it to be over.”

She nodded. “Don’t let it be.” You let yourself cry into someone’s arms for the first time in days, not because it fixed anything, but because it meant you weren’t alone in it anymore. If only there were still time to rewrite the ending.

💍

You hadn’t meant to go out with hair messy and sweater sleeves stretched from pulling at them. The cafe bell jingled above your head, and you barely looked up as you stepped inside, hoping for something warm. When suddenly- “Hey!” You turned your head slowly. Sunghoon stood a few steps away and was holding his drink. His smile faded the moment his eyes saw you. “Whoa- hey…” he stepped forward instantly. “What’s wrong?” Before you could respond, before you could even lie, he pulled you into a hug. He felt you tremble, but he said nothing. He only held you tighter and murmured, “Let’s go somewhere quiet, yeah?”

You ended up at a place no one looked twice at. It was a lonely time between day and night.

“I don’t know where to start,” you said.

“Anywhere,” Sunghoon replied. “I’ll listen.”

“It was an arranged marriage.”

He widened his eyes. “Wait… what?”

“Me and Jungwon,” you said. “It was never ours. Well, not in the beginning. Our families put it together for status and legacy.” You swallowed. “We agreed to divorce. I was the one who wanted to divorce immediately after we got married. He agreed. Three months of marriage and then divorce.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“I didn’t know how to,” you continued. “Before the marriage even happened… I was going to confess something else.”

His brows furrowed. “Confess?”

“I was in love with you.” The words came out before you could stop them. You felt Sunghoon freeze beside you. “What?” he said softly.

“I was in love with you,” you repeated. “It was back then before everything got so… twisted.” You laughed, but it wasn’t happy. “I wanted to tell you. I planned to, but before I could… the marriage happened.” You hugged yourself tighter, your tears threatening to return. “I didn’t know how to act around you after that. I didn’t want to disrespect him or you. So, I backed away. I started texting you less and more casually than before. I thought it was the right thing.”

Sunghoon nodded slowly. “I noticed.”

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled. “Something else happened, too,” you whispered. “Somewhere in all of this, I fell for him.” You closed your eyes. “He has this way of making everything feel like it matters…Like I matter. I don’t even know when it happened. I woke up one day and realized I was different. I’d been slowly filled up with someone else’s presence, and suddenly, it hurt to imagine being without him.”Tears stung again, but you didn’t fight them this time. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. We agreed to divorce after three months. That was the deal. That’s all it ever was supposed to be, but now… I don’t know what to do.”

You looked up at Sunghoon then, finally. “I’m sorry. For dragging you into this, being silent, and not telling you sooner.”

Sunghoon slowly reached out and pulled you into his arms. It wasn’t romantic, but it was full of warmth from him. “I’m sorry too for not knowing,” he murmured. You pressed your face into his shoulder. He pulled back to look at you. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re still here,” he said.

You gave a broken laugh. “It doesn’t feel like I’m here.”

“You are.” His eyes were kind. “Even if this isn’t how you imagined things… you’re stronger than you think.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He gave a smile. “Always here for you, as your friend.”

💍

You told yourself you were ready. You had rehearsed what you would say if he ever walked through that door again a hundred times, how you’d stay composed. How you’d look him in the eye and not flinch, but when he came back, you didn't know what to do when Jungwon appeared past the front door threshold. You had just placed the divorce papers on the console table. Your hand was still resting on top of them. “I didn’t think I’d still be able to open the door,” he said.

Seeing him again, your heart stuttered. For a second, everything you had planned to say disappeared. You were left staring at him, scared that this was it and this would be the last time. What if everything you told them now wouldn’t fix it? What if no matter how much you poured out, he had already closed the door, without slamming it, and you never noticed?

Finally, you took the courage to say what you needed to say. “I’m sorry,” you blurted. “I know that’s too late, but I’m still saying it. I’m sorry for what I said that night and what I didn’t say after. I’m sorry I acted like you didn’t matter to me when all I ever did was care. You’ve been my person for so long that I didn’t know how to be mad at you without breaking my heart.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel alone,” you continued. “I’m sorry for shutting you out when I should’ve let you in, and I’m sorry I ever made you doubt how much I love you.” But you are confused… He was smiling. Your brow furrowed. “Why are you smiling? Are you taking this seriously? Are you… happy that we’re done?” Because you weren’t. You were still in the middle of loving him. Was this too late?

“I’m not smiling because I’m happy,” he replied. “I’m smiling because you’re still here and I still have a chance to see you speak to me instead of walking away.”

You couldn’t speak. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “I saw them,” he finally said, eyes toward the papers. “You left them in the mail pile with your signature already there.” You didn’t respond. “I know what that means,” he said. “You were ready to let me go.”

“I read it three times,” he murmured. “I was supposed to sign and send it back.” You turned away. You weren’t ready to hear his voice again, not when you had just begun to believe that maybe you could live without it, until- I couldn’t,” he said, a little more broken this time. “I couldn’t pick up a pen and say goodbye to you. I couldn’t erase you from my life.”

“I thought staying away would help and hurt less for both of us, but it didn’t,” he said. “It made everything worse. It made me realize that I wasn’t waking up missing you. I was waking up and forgetting how to function without you. My mind still expected your voice from the next room. My hands still reached for yours in the dark.”

“I didn’t come here to convince you of anything,” he said softly. “I came here because there’s not a day that’s passed where I haven’t thought about you, about the sound of your voice when you’re talking about something you love, your laugh when you’re half-asleep, how you look at me when you’re proud, or angry, or hurt. I remember all of it.”

The tears welled up again. You turned your head, embarrassed, but he was already there. He crossed the last steps between you and gently touched your face. His thumb wiped at the tear before it fell entirely. “No, don’t,” he whispered. “Please don’t cry.” You couldn’t help it because he still remembered how to be gentle with you even after everything. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known, but you shouldn’t have to be strong with me. Not anymore,” he whispered.

He cradled your face in both hands now. “I want everything,” he said. “I want your silence, shouting, worst days, and best. I want your sleepy mornings and your furious nights. I want the parts of you that love without asking, and the parts that get scared and push away. I want to return to every room we left cold and make it warm again.”

Then his eyes looked downward. He reached for something sitting on the table. The ring…your ring. The one you had taken off and left behind without a second thought, thinking it meant something final. He picked it up delicately. “I don’t just love you,” he said. “I need you every day.” And without asking, without waiting, he slid the ring back onto your finger. Then-

He kissed you for the first time since the wedding. This time, it was genuine. This kiss that didn’t chase your lips but waited. It stayed. His hands cupped your jaw. His lips were sure. Everything he had wanted to say, swallowed down, and couldn’t survive without.

You kissed him back. Your hands found his shoulders, his neck, then tangled in his hair. You held him because he was yours, and you’re his, as you always had been. He leaned in again, again, again, not letting go. Letting the silence speak for him and the closeness say everything words couldn’t. His kisses moved down to your cheek and jaw and back to your lips. When you finally broke apart, both of you out of breath and still holding each other, and then he said it,

“You are everything I didn’t know I needed and everything I never stopped wanting.” You let yourself cry into his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around you. He never wanted to let go again, and he wouldn’t.

💍

A New Chapter Began. After that night, after the tears, the confessions, and the kiss. You and Jungwon began again. The marriage had become something else entirely. Something you both chose now, willingly and earnestly. You didn’t tear everything down to start over. You kept going, together, but this time with your hearts in it.

Out of guilt, your parents began doing everything they could to make amends after everything that had happened: lavish dinners and many more apologies. Strangely, you were thankful. Not for the way it had all happened but for the fact that fate, circumstance, or even your parents’ meddling, had brought him into your life because now, you couldn’t imagine it without him.

You and Jungwon eventually moved into the same room. One day, you both stopped closing your doors to each other. His things naturally began appearing beside yours. Everything had changed, and yet… everything was the same. He became your comfort and home.

💍

It was 9 p.m. and Jungwon had just finished a meeting. You finished binge-watching an entire show in one sitting. The living room was a mess of snacks and one sock (his, obviously). When he walked in, you were wrapped in a giant fuzzy blanket, dragging it behind you like a royal cape. He said, surprised. “Your Majesty.”

You looked at him. “You dare speak without kneeling?”

He dropped to one knee without hesitation, bowing deeply with a juice bottle in hand. “Forgive me, my queen. I have brought peace offerings from the sacred land of the refrigerator.”

You snatched the bottle. “You may rise.”

He stood. “Do I get a reward?”

You turned on your heel. “You get my presence.”

He followed you around the apartment as you continued parading. “What kingdom even is this?” he asked, amused.

You stopped by the dining table and pointed at the dishes he hadn’t washed earlier. “A kingdom of betrayal.”

He gasped. “That was not in my royal contract.”

“You swore vows!”

“I thought we skipped that part!”

Then both of you burst out laughing. He walked up to you, grabbed your blanket, and wrapped both of you in it. “Fine. I’ll wash them.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What changed your mind?”

He kissed your forehead. “The queen is scary.”

“And never forget it.”

You high-fived him, both still tangled in the same blanket, heads pressed together, swaying slightly because you two are weirdos who somehow made it through an arranged marriage.

💍

When someone called your name, you and Jungwon walked back to the car, arms full of pastries. You turned- “Sunghoon,” you said, surprised but not startled.

He seems a little more at ease. “Hey. I didn’t expect to run into you two.”

Jungwon nodded, then grinned a little. “What’s up, man?” Sunghoon stepped forward, and they did a quick fist bump without hesitation or awkwardness.

You smiled. “You look like you’re doing good.”

“I am,” he said easily. “My girlfriend’s waiting at the cafe somewhere near, so I’m trying not to get in trouble.”

Jungwon chuckled. “Smart move.”

“She doesn’t like it when I ‘accidentally’ start small talk for thirty minutes,” Sunghoon said, air-quoting with a grin. “Though, it’s nice seeing you both.”

“You too,” you said, smiling.

Sunghoon looked between you and Jungwon. “You guys look solid.”

You glanced at Jungwon. “Yeah,” you said. “We’re good.”

You could see it. Jungwon was ok with all this. He’d moved on from whatever uneasiness he once had about Sunghoon because he trusted you and himself now. Sunghoon nodded, satisfied. “Cool. Well, I’ll head back before she leaves me here.”

“Tell her we said hi,” Jungwon joked.

Sunghoon laughed as he turned. “She’d love that.” Then walked off.

Jungwon opened the car door for you like always. “You’re okay?” he asked.

You looked down the street once more, then back at him. “I’m happy.” Back in the car, Jungwon tossed the pastry bag into the backseat. He buckled in, glanced your way, and smirked. “You know I kinda had a crush on you when we were kids, right?”

You turned to him, brows raised. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” he said, starting the engine. “You were the popular one. You always showed up at those family events with that shiny hair and your nose in the air.”

You laughed. “Okay, first of all, what family events? I barely even remember you back then.”

He gave you a playful, offended look. “Tragic. I remember you. You were the girl everyone talked about. I was the only kid in the corner, avoiding the adults’ small talk.”

That part was genuine. You vaguely remembered him from those days. Scattered memories at weddings or someone’s birthday, when kids were shoved into the same room and expected to get along. He was polite and always slipping away before the adults could rope him into conversations. Kinda a blur in the background. It was strange, now that you thought about it. “I had no clue,” you said, glancing at him.

He smirked. “Exactly. Nine years old and hopeless.”

You snorted. “I was ten.”

“Which made you older and cooler.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so silly.”

“Look at where that got me,” he said. “Married and bag secured.”

You tried to play it off, but were smiling the whole way home.

Funny how things turn out

💍

Years Later…

You were rushing again. A bag slung over your shoulder and a sandal clutched in one hand as you tried to get out the door. “Yah,” came Jungwon’s voice from behind you. “Slow down.”

You turned, still walking backward toward the front. “We’re gonna be late!”

He was already walking over with a frown. “Be late then. I’d rather that than see you slip and fall.”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s only a quick check-up.”

“You’re pregnant,” he reminded gently, reaching for your free hand. “You can’t dash out the door as if you’re not carrying half our future.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile was already spreading. “I know, Jungwon.”

“Then act like it,” he said, his voice too tender for a simple warning. He bent slightly to press a kiss to your lips. “I want both of you safe.”

“Is it possible you’re even more extra now than when we first got married?” you asked, grinning up at him.

“It’s possible,” he replied, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “My love for you grows daily, so I’ve earned it.”

Before you could answer, a small voice was heard.

“Mummy!”

You turned your head just in time to see your little boy sprinting toward you, barefoot in pajamas, hair sticking up. His voice was full of urgency. “Can I have waffles instead of cereal? Please? Daddy burned them last time.”

You bit back a laugh as Jungwon scoffed in defense behind you.

“You burned waffles?” you asked, teasing.

“It was slightly golden.”

“It was black!”

The little boy tugged on your hand. “Mummy, please make them. You don’t burn things.”

You crouched down slowly and pressed a kiss to your son’s forehead. “Waffles it is.”

Jungwon bent beside you, wrapping his arms around you, his palm resting protectively over your stomach again.

💍

You sat back on the crinkly paper of the exam bed, your fingers holding Jungwon’s. The gel on your belly was cold. The doctor was staring at the screen, angling the probe. Jungwon leaned in. “Why is she not saying anything?” he whispered.

You gave him a flat look. “She’s literally right there.”

The doctor suddenly let out an amused breath through her nose. “Well,” she said, looking between you both. “You two are in for a surprise.”

Jungwon straightened. “Surprise?”

You tilt your head. “Surprise what?”

The doctor tilted the monitor toward you and gently pointed. “There’s not just one baby in there. There are two.”

Your mouth gaped.

Jungwon froze.

“…Two?” you repeated.

The doctor nodded, almost laughing. “Twins.”

For a moment, it was silent. You looked at Jungwon. He looked at you. His mouth opened a little. Then closed. Then opened again. “…Like two actual babies?” he said slowly.

You covered your mouth, half-laughing, half-shocked. “No, Jungwon, she meant like metaphorical twins.”

“I’m serious!” he said, grabbing the side of the bed. “That’s double the diapers. Double the- do we even have double the space?”

“Our home is large enough,” you deadpanned.

“Oh my-,” he stared at the monitor again. “They’re going to gang up on us.”

“They’re not even born yet!”

“They’re already plotting,” he whispered, eyes wide.

You let out a helpless laugh. “You’re overreacting.”

He turned to you, softening all over again. “I… I already love them so much. Both of them. All three of you.”

You rolled your eyes, tears welling up as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, nose, and lips. And just like that, once arranged, once full of confusion, your story had turned into something brighter and far messier than you ever expected, but that was the beauty of it. This wasn’t just the end.

It was a beginning again.

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narcjsistx · 2 days ago

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rin itoshi was born to wait, but especially for you

You were never the best in your crosscountry classes back in high school — your coach always complained about your slowness and lack of motivation. The way you’re running now, though, makes you certain that all you needed back then was a reason to do it — a reason to need to hurry

You don’t care that your clothes are soaked, that your hair you carefully washed this morning are now damp and ruined. You don’t even care about losing your job. You’re running with the awareness that you probably won’t even find him at home — already on a plane to Paris. That’s exactly why you’re running — because your only reason makes you hope he’s still in his apartment. You’re running because you know that if you don’t do it now, you’ll lose the chance of your life

You arrive at his apartment complex without even greeting the receptionist — the one who’s kept you company over the past few months while you waited for Rin to come back from the gym or his trips. You take the stairs without thinking, without even worrying about falling, just with a lot of anxiety. Your sister’s words are still running through your mind — so much so that you almost forgot she just found out she’s been cheated on by her almost-husband. As sorry as you are for her, you can’t let your first love slip away

“Why did it happen? What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing. It’s him who… who couldn’t wait for you. Couldn’t understand that you didn’t want to rush things…”

“Then why is he waiting for you?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Rin Itoshi”

Waiting isn’t the right word to describe what Rin has done over the past 18 years. What he did was give you your time, set his rhythm alongside yours, and breathe at your pace. He never rushed you to understand something he had always known — at least until two weeks ago. The night before he told you he had received an offer for intensive training at a center in Paris, training that would probably keep him away from home for a year. The next morning, at your workplace, he finally voiced what he had kept inside for years

“I’ve loved you for basically forever. I don’t want to pressure you, but I need an answer before I leave”

The news had made you pull away a little — the thought of your best friend being in love with you all this time made you a bit anxious. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t say anything, that maybe you’d call him once he was already in France. But after tonight, something shifted inside you. You knock frantically on his door, even though you know it’s the middle of the night and it’s raining like Japan hasn’t seen water in months. You’re not in the best condition, but you don’t care

The door opens, and you let out a breath of relief without even realizing it. The sight of a sleepy, slightly disoriented Rin feels like a breath of fresh air — and it’s as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. You see his eyes widen in surprise, his mouth parting slightly

“What?-“

“I’ve loved you for basically forever. But I’ve been so used to seeing you as a shoulder to cry on that admitting I also wanted to fall asleep there made me a bit of an asshole”

Rin Itoshi — the champion of the most expressionless, lukewarm reactions ever — actually looks genuinely surprised. You see his eyes widen as he shakes his head “What?” he says confused, and you give him an awkward smile “I know, Rin. I know. I don’t even know how to explain it to you. It’s all really new to me, but…” you say, looking down

You think about all the moments you’ve shared — about how he’s always adjusted himself just to live alongside your presence. You think about how many times you’ve hugged, confided in each other, loved each other from a distance, but in different ways. You think about all the time you took from his main passion — time he never once held against you. You think about how Rin waited for something you could never promise him with absolute certainty — and yet, he still chose to chase after it. He chose to run after you even when you didn’t know you were the reason — the very force that’s brought you here now. Rin has always seen you as a reason, not a forced goal

“I know what my answer to your question is, even if it took me some time. I… I feel the same way about you. I don’t want to keep waiting for someone who has spent 18 years silently for me” you say, trembling as you try to take his hands. When you look up, the boy’s face looks at you like only someone who has waited for years knows how to — with a new light, a new hope, a new kind of affection. Maybe even a new kind of love

“I know you have a long flight tomorrow morning and that you should be sleeping, so goodnight and see you-“ you start to say quickly, trying to brush off the strange feeling of embarrassment building in your stomach. Before you can even realize it, two arms wrap around you, holding you tight as if this time he’s not afraid you’ll make his wait eternal “You’ve always been stupid. Extremely stupid” he says, but his tone and his embrace betray his words

For the first time in two weeks of tension, your muscles finally relax. You let out a breath of relief, holding him close as you allow yourself to be wrapped in the calm that has, thankfully, settled between you. Rin hesitates for a moment, then presses a kiss to your hair before pulling you back into his arms

Even now, with the certainty that his waiting has been rewarded, he doesn’t want to push you into the sudden discomfort of rushing things — like kissing you

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sturnlsstuff · 24 hours ago

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⸻ BIRTHDAY GIFT ⸻

fratboy!chris x sassy!reader

— warnings: smut, blowjob, small dirty talk

— a/n: this is just a small prompt for yall, don't care that it's late 😝 push&pull part 4 soon i promise xx

chris is halway dressed, hair still damp from the shower, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. music thumps faintly from his speaker as he sits on his bed, barely having the time to light his joint when the door to his room creaked open.

he glances up immediately, stopping mid motion. "dude," he huffs. "ever heard of knockin'?"

you roll your eyes, stepping inside without hesitation and shutting the door behind. "ever heard of locking your door if you don't want surprises?"

that made him smirk and he puts the joint down. he leans back on his hands, tilting his head to the side and checking you out quickly— wearing a skirt and that lips looking all glossy and kissable. looks like you were ready for the party later— which he obviously invited you to.

"the party doesn't start for a few hours," he says, watching as you walk further in, dropping your bag onto his chair.

"i know," you reply, making your way over to him. "but your birthday started at midnight, no?"

he stares at you with a small frown. he did invite you, but didn't really say why he's throwing a party. it could've always been just a casual saturday at the frat, right?

"how do you know?"

"you told me once," you say simply, standing in front of him now, eyes dragging down his body. shirtless with a chain around his neck and his hair all messed up? he was so annoyingly hot.

he raises an eyebrow, slowly processing your words. "you remembered?"

"yeah," you hum, getting on your knees between his thighs. "i have an excellent memory."

chris blinks, a smirk already forming on his lips as he watches you. "damn, no card?"

you glare at him, fingers brushing against his waistband. "you want your gift or no?"

"shit," he mutters when you pull his sweatpants and boxers down, already half hard. "yeah, fuck."

you grinned when his cock springs free, twitching at the air. you licked your lips, fingers wrapping around the base, giving it one slow, tight stroke. "y'gonna get all messed up—" he curses under his breath as you licked up his shaft, then circled the head with your tongue. "oh my fuck--" he groaned, one hand tangling in your hair.

you smile, dragging your lips up his cock slow and deliberate, letting the slick layer of your lip gloss smear just enough to leave a glossy, pink tinted trace. when he notices, he immediately grows harder in your grip. "markin' my dick now?" he breaths out, trying to keep it playful.

you hum, pressing a kiss to his tip, the way he twitches makes something warm and smug ripple through your chest. "just a reminder who got to you first tonight," you reply.

he opens his mouth, ready to say something cocky, but words get stuck in his throat the second your lips wrap around him. your hand still around his base, guiding the rhythm as your mouth works over the top, swirling your tongue around the head and slowly taking him deeper.

"holyyy fuck—" he curses, fingers tightening in your hair. the feeling of your lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing, it all makes him feel like he's being wrecked. "oh my god," he grunts, head tilting back slightly. "keep doin' that, fuck— ya really show up to suck me off like it's your job, huh?"

you pulled off for a second, a thin string of spit connecting your lips to his tip. "not my job, but your gift," you corrected, stroking him slowly.

"mhm, a'ight, i'll take whatever. keep goin'," he muttered, eyes fluttering shut as you take him back into your mouth and start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. saliva dripping down your chin as you take your time with it, wanting him to feel it.

his hips shift instinctively, making you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat. your eyes are locked on him the entire time, hand stroking what your mouth can't reach, the other one playing with his balls, getting a low moan in response. he opens his eyes and fuck— the way he's looking at you right now. his mouth open, brows drawn, chest rising like he's struggling to breathe. all of this only pushes you further.

"god, look at you— fuck—" he groans, trying not to let it out too loud, but failing, his voice rough. your lips close around his tip now, teasingly sucking on it, jerking him off in sync with your mouth. it's intentional, the way you toy with him, knowing exactly what you're doing to him. he can't help the noises that leave him or how his hips jerk— again and again, and you feel him starting to thrust into your mouth. not rough, but needy.

and you let him. eyes locked on his like you're daring him to fall apart, and it's so clear how close he is. his breath turns shaky as he tries to keep control, but completely losing it. "shit, gonna cum into that pretty little mouth. y'want that?"

you hum in answer, sending vibrations up his cock, which is enough to push him closer. "yeaaah," he hums, watching tears appearing in your eyes. "i know you do...— naughty girl... jus' needed a reason to get on your knees again... fuuuuckkk—" he moans, his eyes rolling back in utter bliss, his hips jerking one last time and he spills inside your mouth, his dick twitching as he does. you swallow without hesitation, slowly pulling back and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

chris is breathless, leaning back on his hands now, sweatpants halfway his thighs, head tilted back like he's just seen god. his face is flushed, the room for a second stays quiet as you stand up. your knees protest a little when you do, but the way he looks right now makes it all worth it.

"happy birthday, dumbass."

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wcnderlnds · 2 days ago

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temporary fix ★ choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: thanos is your best friend and roommate and he frustrates you to no end and after one particulary hard day, truths come out. ・❥・word count: 2.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. shower sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a little overstimulation. mentions of drugs. swearing. ・❥・authors note: ok i'm back, maybe. ive been having a little writers block so im hoping this helped me work through it. i was too scared to proofread it back so im sorry for any mistakes 😭

“I thought I told you to stop leaving your towels on the bathroom floor!”

“I didn’t.”

“Subong, it’s right there!”

An exasperated sigh left your lips, your fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Living with this man was a nightmare. He was the messiest person you knew. No matter how many times you told him something whether it was to put the toilet seat back down, pick his towels up or wash his dirty dishes, he just didn’t listen. It was like he wanted to make you mad and, knowing the type of person he was, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Anything Thanos could do to get on someone’s nerves, he’d do it happily. It was almost like he lived to make your life hell. Why on Earth you’d agreed to let him live with you, you couldn’t remember. So what if he was your best friend, he was a complete and utter menace to live with.

The only times when he actually did listen to you were the days after the two of you hooked up. It had all started after an argument where you, once again, had to tell him to stop leaving his clothes lying around the place. It had blown way out of proportion, the two of you both yelling and, at one point, Thanos had got so frustrated with you that he’d kissed you to shut you up. It escalated from there. Clothes had been pulled off, he had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he fucked you with a fiery passion. After that, it had been a regular occurrence. Neither of you ever really talked about it, it just happened. After it did, he’d be the perfect roommate – always cleaning up after himself, cooking you breakfast the next morning (more like making burnt toast but it still counted). He was like a whole other person, someone who actually gave a shit. It was like he was the Su-bong you’d known when you’d first met him, before the drugs had taken hold of him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I have to go. I’ve got a g-” He started to rattle off his excuse but you cut him off before he could.

“A gig, yeah, I know but that’s no excuse to be a messy slob,” you huffed, crouching down in front of him to pick the towel off the floor. When you glanced up, you noticed the smirk on his face, knowing exactly what smart ass comment was about to come out of his mouth.

“Maybe I can spare a few minutes if you’re getting down on your knees like that for me.”

“Shut. Up.” You hissed, hitting him with the towel when you got back to your feet. “Get out of my sight.”

Subong only chuckled, taking a puff of his vape and giving you a salute before he walked off leaving you to clean up after him like usual.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The apartment was quiet without Subong around. The days he had gigs and was out late were some of your favourites because you didn’t have to deal with him or confront the myriad of feelings you were holding inside. Subong wasn’t the type of person you should fall for but you couldn’t help it. You knew him better than anyone else, knew the type of person he really was behind the facade he put up. When you’d first met him all those years ago, he’d been a broken boy, someone who just wanted attention and someone to care about him. You had been that person but as the years passed, he’d changed. His career had introduced him to the type of people you were usually told to avoid. That was when his drug addiction had started. The pressure of the fame and expectations that were thrust upon him in such a short amount of time was too much for him to handle. He went from a sweet, anxious boy to a loud, obnoxious, frustrating man. Underneath all that, he was still that man that you met years ago but it was rare he was vulnerable enough to show it. Those days after you hooked up were the only times you got glimpses of the real Subong. That was why your heart clung to him. It had only jolted into action and made you realise when you’d started sleeping with him. Never had you wanted to be that girl that caught feelings for the person you were casually hooking up with but unfortunately you were. He could never know. A relationship with him wouldn’t work out, not with the way he was these days. So, they’d have to be kept under lock and key.

Placing your empty glass of wine back down on the coffee table, you picked up the remote, turning the TV off and headed to the shower. You needed a clear head for when he came home and inevitably annoyed you again. You turned the shower on, letting the water heat up while you got undressed. Stepping inside, the warm water hitting your body, you instantly felt more at ease.

Too lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door slam shut, the water drowning out any and all noise. You didn’t even hear when Subong called out your name, your eyes closed as you relaxed under the water. It was only when you finally opened your eyes and saw his purple head of hair through the fog of the shower glass did you realise he was home. Before you could utter a single word, he was pulling his shirt off, followed by his jeans and boxers and stepping into the shower. There wasn’t a chance to get a word in as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his body and claiming your mouth with his. It took you by surprise but you soon melted into it as his lips moved furiously against yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips begging for entrance. He nipped at your lower lip causing you to gasp and that was the opportunity he took to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands tangled in your wet hair, angling your head so he could kiss you better. It was all consuming, every nerve in your body lighting up as he claimed your mouth.

When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed along your jaw, down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there. His hand slid down your back, resting on the small of it to press you flush against him as the water cascaded over both of you.

“Rough night?” You managed to ask slightly breathless, one of your hands coming up to tangle in his hair now.

“Don’t wanna talk,” he mumbled against your neck. He bit down lightly, his tongue darting out to soothe the skin, leaving a trail of hickeys along the side of your neck and collarbones.

He was swift in his movements as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along your chest, across the top of your breasts. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. It caused you to arch into him, your fingers tightening in his hair as you held him against you. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as he moved on to your other breast, making sure to leave a hickey there, too. Once he was done there, he moved down onto his knees, his lips pressing across your stomach until they reached the apex of your thighs. You watched with hooded eyes as he pressed a light kiss to the top of where you needed him most.

“Subong, please,” you said breathlessly. The teasing was driving you insane.

His tongue licked a long stripe along your slit, a deep moan coming from him as he tasted how wet you were for him – it had nothing to do with the water still falling on you both. He did it again, this time his tongue found your clit, flicking it to bring out a moan from you. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud and in turn you bucked your hips into his mouth. Needing, wanting, more. He swirled his tongue, alternating between licking along your folds and teasing your clit. It was too much but not enough at the same time. He was purposely trying to drive you crazy and it was working. He dipped his tongue inside you and you could feel your release barreling towards you but he pulled back, getting to his feet again.

“I want to feel you cum on my cock,” he whispered in his deep, gruff voice, tugging at your earlobe. “I need to feel you fucking squeezing the life out of me.”

He spun you around, your hands resting on the tiles, your ass facing him. His hands ran along your spin, teasingly until they reached your ass, giving it a light smack. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He pressed down on the middle of your back, making you arch a little. His hips ground against you, his hard cock sliding between your folds, making him hiss. You were so wet, so ready for him. Grabbing the base of his cock, he positioned himself at your entrance, his free hand holding your hip, making you stay in place. Then, without warning, he thrust into you with one hard thrust to the hilt. You moaned loudly, Subong groaning as your walls enveloped him. God, this was exactly what he needed right now.

No time was wasted as he pulled back, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you. His hands were gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he set a hard, fast pace. “You feel so good.”

You could feel every drag of his cock as he pistoned into you, your hands almost slipping down the wet tiles but he grabbed them, his hands holding yours against the wall as he kept thrusting into you. His chest pressed against your back, his breath heavy against your ear. His grunts and panting were sending you closer and closer to another mind blowing orgasm.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say between moans but he didn’t let up. In fact, it only spurred him on, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Within seconds, your second orgasm crashed over you. Immediately, Subong wrapped an arm around your stomach to hold you up, never relenting in his movements. He fucked you through your orgasm, his name falling from your lips loudly in what could only be described as Subong’s favourite sound.

With your head foggy from yet another release, you didn’t realise that he’d pulled out, moving you around so you were pressed up against the steamed up glass of the shower. He grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around him and slammed back into you. His lips found yours again, swallowing the high pitched moan you let out as his tongue danced with yours. He slowed his hips down only for a brief moment just to speed right back up.

“Come on,” he panted against your lips. “I know you’ve got another one in you.”

His fingers found your clit, circling it in time with his frenzied thrusts. The overstimulation was driving you insane, your body squirming. Subong watched, transfixed, as your breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. His movements were becoming erratic but he was determined to make you cum again before he even thought about his own release.

“Please, please,” you begged, the overstimulation almost bringing tears to your eyes. His thumb swiped over one of your sensitive nipples before moving up along your body to wrap around your neck. He squeezed slightly, only a little bit of pressure to try and throw you over the edge. He’d found out weeks ago that you loved the feeling of his hand around your throat and was using that to his advantage.

“Cum for me, senorita. Now.” He demanded with a harsh pant. He pressed down hard on your clit and that was all you could take. You screamed his name, your hips bucking wildly against his as your third orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your walls tightening around him was too much for him and with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside you, hips flush against yours as he came.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he filled you up. His hips thrust shallowly, making sure that his release stayed inside you, his body relaxing.

All that could be heard was his harsh pants and the sound of the water falling. Coming out of his dazed state, he reached a hand out to turn the water off. And, then, very reluctantly pulled out of you with a hiss. Grabbing a cloth, he cleaned you up then picked you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom. He made sure to grab a towel, wrapping it around you once you were in the comfort of his room.

Laying in the bed in silence, Subong took a hit of his vape, one of his arms resting behind his head as he passed it to you. Happily, you took it, tasting the blueberry flavour he so often favoured.

“...what happened?” You finally asked, handing the vape back to him.

“They didn’t fucking pay me. Said not enough people showed up for them to be able to. Fuckin’ bullshit if you ask me. They keep doing this shit. You’ve seen the crowds I get. They’re ripping me off,” he ranted.

“They don’t deserve you,” you said softly, turning on your side to look at him, propping your head up with your hand.

“Nah, they probably realised I’m a piece of shit like everyone else does.”

“You’re not a piece of shit.”

He gave a hollow, self deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I am. Don’t kid yourself.”

“Do you really think I’d be in love with a piece of shit?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, your eyes widening in realisation.

He looked at you with equally wide eyes then shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Well, I do so for once in your life just accept that someone does actually love and care for you. I don’t even care if you don’t feel the same but I’m sick and tired of you acting like you don’t deserve it,” you sat up now, slightly frustrated at him that he was trying to deny your feelings.

He sat up too, narrowing his eyes at you. The vape had now been forgotten, resting on his bedside table. “Who the fuck said I don’t feel the same? Why the fuck do you think I cook you breakfast and get on your nerves all the time?”

“You make me breakfast because you got laid and you get on my nerves because… that’s who you are,” you raised a brow at the puzzled look on his face.

“...you really think I make you breakfast just because we fucked? I ain’t never cooked for anyone other than you. And, I get on your nerves because it’s hot when you’re mad at me. Of course I love you, dumbass. I’m not crazy. I just don’t know how to do this… so, that’s my way of showing it.”

“It’s a stupid way,” you huffed but curled into his side, Subong wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

He laughed. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“I suppose not… but I would really like if you did start cleaning up after yourself more.”

“Didn’t I just do that in the shower?” He smirked at you, his fingers running over one of the hickeys he’d left on your neck.

All you did was roll your eyes but the smile on your face gave you away. He might not be the best guy in the world, he might not have the best ways of showing his feelings but you really wouldn’t have him any other way.

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klaus-littlestwolf · 3 days ago

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Klaus Mikaelson x sister! reader? She's his twin. Just incest. Perhaps some angst because they didn't realize their feelings were not unrequited and they've been in love for all this time and they uses to sleep with people ressembling the other. Some smut would be fire ❤️‍🔥

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1000 Years of Look-a-Likes -Klaus x Twin Sister

Klaus overhears his sister in her bedroom with some frat guy and he hates it like he always does-except this time is different…this time he hears his Twin sister call out his name…

Anyone that really knows me will tell you I Love writing KlausxTwin sister smut.

Warning:Incest Fic

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Quite a few people were waiting a long time for this (which I’m sorry for but I wasn’t going to publish this until it was right) so I hope you love it-Leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts

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Klaus was sat in the loveseat with a glass of bourbon on the table beside him, completely untouched. He had been staring at the fireplace for the last 2 hours just trying to process what he had heard.

He had come home early from a date, well…a drop dead sexy women he had met at the bar they had both been in. It was only now as he sat in his study that he realized how much that beautiful women had looked like Y/n.

Klaus loved his sister, everyone did, but he loved her the most and he made sure everyone knew it! She was his twin, His Person, the only one who ever truly understood him and in 1000 years of this life he had always made sure no one could ever hurt her…he loved her too much.

She loved him too. She was the only person whose love Klaus never once doubted in their thousand years of undead life…now however…he wondered if he was all wrong about how much she loves him…?

He had come home to loud screams of ecstasy and he had always hated this. Walking into the house to find Y/n had brought home someone for her bed. She wasn’t Rebekah (thank the Gods), she didn’t love any of them, but he had always hated hearing these strange men bring his sister pleasure-pleasure he knew he could bring her so much better! Ever since they had been teenagers he’d had feelings for his sister and he believes probably before that-before he really knew what sexual feelings were he still wanted to spend every moment of his life with her. He remembered when they were young and had seen their older brother Elijah kissing a girl that he’d had a crush on-Klaus had insisted that they be each others first kiss. He never forgot that moment that he felt his lips brush against hers and it felt so right even though he knew that their father would kill him if anyone ever found out. He never let any other boys near her-anyone willing to even try to court her was scared away instantly. It had gotten him beaten more than once by Mikael who wanted to marry Y/n off to one of the wealthier families and get a large amount of money for her but Klaus never allowed it. He couldn’t lose her-Not Her.

Now however, 1000 years later he is sat here still feeling the same ways, having spent all this time dreaming of her, bringing home women that looked like her and pretending but eventually the fantasy was always over…until now that is.

As he walked into his home earlier that night and passed his sisters room slowly he swore he heard his name. He froze, thinking he had been caught for listening to his lovely sisters perfect soft sounds that he had planned to use tonight to get himself off and pretend she was taking care of him like his twin always had in every way except the carnal way he’d always needed.

The name came once again but louder this time. His sister was saying his name…did she need him or…

‘Oh God Niklaus! Yes! Harder! Please, Please, harder?!’ She was begging him…she was riding the cock of some idiot she had picked up and she was pretending that it was him! Him with his hands all over her soft flesh, him with his mouth biting love marks into her breasts while she rides his cock!

His twin sister was imagining him the same way he imagined her, desperate to believe that the women who looked so much like his sister felt like she did too. Imagined it was her hands touching him, her breasts he was kissing, her pussy he was fucking his cock into and though the dream was wonderful, it was always so short lived…but now he knows that she wants him too.

He sank his fangs into his lower lip as he shoved his hand into his jeans, finding his stiff cock and being unable to hold back the whimper as he touched it. His cock had never once gotten harder faster than it did right now. Klaus could hear her breath and he timed his strokes with her, imagining her looking down at him as she rode him, his hips thrusting up into her and loving her desperate whines.

‘Please? So close Nik, fuck-‘ the disappointed whine that came from her throat a moment later was a sound he vowed that he would never hear again. This Asshole gets his hands on her, she allows him to touch her glorious body and he can’t even finish her off?! His cock was weeping, desperate for release as he listened at the door.

‘Fuck, you’re amazing! Never felt a tighter cunt-‘

‘Clearly…’ Klaus tried to keep his chuckle inside and he just barely did.

‘Give me 5 minutes and we can go again.’ Klaus was instantly ready to rip the door off the hinges when he said that but in his twins typical fashion he didn’t have to.

‘I don’t think so Brian-‘

‘It’s Brandon…’

‘And maybe someday when you make a girl cum, she’ll remember it. Get out.’ She growled and he had to restrain himself from walking into the room and ripping the idiot apart…no…no, Klaus had a better plan.

‘Seriously? I let you call me a different name in bed, the least you could do is go for round 2 you fucking bitch!’ He snapped. Klaus could feel his sisters annoyance as he moved to the other side of the door so the apparent frat guy wouldn’t see him as Klaus followed him down the stairs and grabbed his mouth, dragging him down into the basement.

Seeing Y/n later that evening was difficult as she interrupted his thought in the loveseat. Knowing that she wants him in the same way he has craved her their entire lives is beyond painful but he didn’t say a word.

‘Are you hungry Nikky?’ She asked him as she stood from the couch to go to the kitchen.

‘Not for food.’ He mumbled as his eyes trailed down her charcoal babydoll dress, her perfect legs exposed to his eyes-only 6 inches of fabric kept her panties hidden from him and he was determined to get rid of every inch of fabric touching her tonight.

‘Okay, I’ll get you a blood-bag.’ She smiled and he adored her sweet naïveté. Since their very beginning Klaus had always protected Y/n’s innocence, she was perfect and sweet, his twin sister that was his to protect and love. Y/n had always depended on him and looking back on their human lives, honestly it didn’t shock him that she was in love with him-he’d kept all of the boys away from her and told her that the only man that would ever love her would be him…he was in love with her, of course he’s going to make her dependent on him. How she had hidden it for so long though…that he didn’t understand.

She had a dark side, of course, she’s a Hybrid, but she saw the beauty in everything around her unlike her family and Klaus would kill everyone on the planet if it meant keeping Y/n her sweet little self.

‘I’m going to watch a movie. Why don’t you come and join me?’ Klaus offered, knowing his sweet girl always wants to be with him.

‘That sounds like fun!’ She grinned, skipping ahead of him with her juice and 2 blood bags. ‘Are you coming?’ She called back as he just stood there, watching her skirt flow as she moved, giving him several glances at her pretty pink panties. Klaus followed along, staying behind her so that he could peek up her skirt as they walked up the stairs, leaning forward and discreetly taking in the smell of her-his cock hardening even more at her sweet scent filling his nose.

She snuggled up into his side on his bed as he put on the horror movie, knowing she loves them and always enjoys hiding her face in his chest during them. After a few minutes he moved his arm to circle her waist, resting his fingers on her belly and waiting a few minutes until a jump scare to hold her tightly as she hid her face, his grip tightening and his hand now resting on her breast. He couldn’t wait more than a moment to move his hand and feel how perfect she was in his grip. She looked like she was about to say something when something jumped out again and she shrieked, hiding her face in his neck and allowing him to pull her body onto his lap.

‘N-Nik-‘

‘It’s alright Princess, I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, you’re always safe with me.’ He promised, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up at him. ‘Always.’ With that he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to hers for the first time since their human years. She hesitated only a moment before pressing her lips to his and moving to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand squeezed her waist before trailing up her body but as his tongue peeked from his lips to touch hers she gasped, pulling back and looking up at him.

‘We can’t-Nik, you’re-‘

‘I’m what? Your brother…Are you sure that matters to you?’ He asked disbelievingly and her eyes widened.

‘I don’t know what you mean-‘

‘I mean I heard you calling that frat idiot that you brought home earlier my name. You were begging for me-and how could I deny you? My perfect little sister, the love of my life? Let me have you baby, you know you want me to make you mine-you’re mine in every other way possible, now you’ll give me your perfect body as well.’ Klaus didn’t hesitate before pressing his lips back to Y/n’s, his hands trailing down her waist and finding the bottom of her dress just so he could rip the fabric up her body, presenting himself with her lace bra and panties as he removed the tattered dress. ‘God, you’re fucking gorgeous! Don’t you worry Princess, I won’t leave you needy like that fucking asshole did.’ He swore as he yanked his Henley over his head to expose his body to her. ‘Your big brother is gonna take such good care of you…’ He pressed his lips to hers quickly before grabbing hold of her panties and tearing them off to reveal her cunt to his eyes. ‘Fuck! Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen Princess…are you dripping like this all for me?’ The soft whimper she let out was adorable as she nodded her head and he took hold of her thighs to spread them apart as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her clit. Her hips jumped up as he did prompting his chuckle before he licked his tongue up her slit for the first time. ‘Fucking Hell! Why did we wait 1000 years for this?! God Princess, you’re fucking delicious!’ He swore as he began eating her pussy like a man possessed, his cock rock hard and throbbing as he tasted her.

Y/n was shocked by her brothers actions but she thoroughly enjoyed it. Her fingers quickly found his hair and held onto his curls as he ate her out. Y/n had dreamed of Niklaus doing this a million times in her life, pictured it being him over and over when she found someone that looked like him to give her a fun time but nothing could ever live up to the real thing and that was instantly clear. ‘Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop! Pl-Please Nik-Please?’ She cried, lifting her hips and tugging on his hair to get him exactly where she wanted before it was made clear how much he didn’t like that.

Klaus growled, his hand pressing down on her hip and pinning her lower body so that she could no longer move. He could tell his sister was used to being the strong one and now she wasn’t sure what to do. All she could do was let Klaus do as he wanted-not only was he the older twin but he was a male that had been turned into a vampire first. He would always be stronger than her-even if it wasn’t by leaps and bounds she would never beat him and she knew it.

‘Oh Fuck! Nik! Nik I-Oh God!’ Klaus immediately knew that he would never tire of hearing his sisters sweet cries.

‘You taste like Heaven Princess, I’m going to eat this pussy every fucking day!’ He kissed his way up from her pussy, ripping her bra off along the way and she was dazed as he kissed her neck. ‘I’m in charge now Baby, don’t you ever dare think otherwise, got that?’ She whined, pulling him closer before he had his hand around her throat. ‘Now, you can keep pushing at me and I will just use you for my own pleasure until I’m satisfied.’ Her eyes widened and she stopped squirming underneath him at his threat, knowing that he wasn’t joking. ‘That’s a good girl. Now, if you want to continue being good I will make you scream until your voice is gone and you pass out on my cock…I know you want to be my good girl baby. Just relax and let me have you.’ He urged her, meeting her eyes and holding her jaw to look at him as he pushes his cock into her tight hole, loving how her eyes dilate and her mouth falls open. ‘That’s right-fuck! Just where I was always meant to be. Your body was made for me.’ He swore, leaning down and kissing her, pulling her thighs around his waist tightly and rocking into her body steadily as he continues kissing her.

‘Always wanted to feel you on top of me.’ She mumbled against his lips, whining as he thrusts up particularly hard.

‘I’m sorry baby-Ah! I should have just fucked you a long time ago…Fuck!’ She was deliciously tight around his cock and he never wanted to stop rutting into her now that he’s started. ‘I’m never going to stop now Y/n-not fucking ever! Your brother is going to fuck your pretty little cunt for the rest of eternity!’

‘Never! Never Stop! Please Nikky?! N-Need your cock! Always needed you!’ She begged and Klaus knew that he would never get enough of his twin sister begging for his cock-the cock that he has jerked off with her in mind what must have been millions of times in their lifetime now.

‘How long have you been desperate for my cock, Y/n? Tell your brother!’ He demanded, slowing his pace to just barely giving her any pressure.

‘W-We were-Ah! Oh…don’t stop!’ He had no intention of stopping, however he would have his answer if she ever wanted to cum-prompting the warning growl as he thrust up painfully hard and gripped her throat in one hand firmly to pin her in place as his other hand was on her cunt, his fingers slowly teasing her clit as he waited expectantly and she knew it. ‘S-Sixteen! We were sixteen-Please?! Harder!’

‘Ah-Ah-Ah! What happened at sixteen, hmm? You hid this from me for 1000 years, I need to know-‘

‘And you didn’t?!’ She snapped, his head tilting as he growled. ‘You didn’t tell me either-how long have you wanted this? How many men have I fucked in our lives? Less than 100-and my twin brother the man whore fucked every woman in sight! What was I supposed to say?!’ His growl ceased as she snapped at him, knowing she was right.

‘I’ve always wanted you sister-always…I couldn’t risk losing you…I’m so sorry that I hurt you.’ He swore, leaning down and kissing her with as much love as he could show her, resting his forehead against hers.

‘Will it be just me from now on then? Because if it’s not then you can get off of me n-ughh!’ She choked as his hand squeezed down on her throat.

‘Don’t even start behaving like a brat-you’re mine now! If you even think about letting any other man anywhere near my pussy again I will strap you to this bed for the next 100 years!’ He warned, still rocking into her tenderly-feeling her pussy clench down on him as she came. He gasped, keeping himself from finishing as he felt her pussy squeezing him so perfectly and he was determined to see it happen again as he watched her eyes squeeze shut. ‘Such a perfect-tight little cunt! Fuck! You’re it for me Y/n-all I’ve wanted all my life and now that I have you I will never let go again-now answer me Princess! Sixteen…’

Her face flushed as she thought about it and he was even more invested in learning the answer. ‘I saw Elijah and Tatia together at the creek…she was riding him and I wanted to make you feel as good as she was making him feel-then you two started fighting over her-‘

‘We never fought over her!’ Klaus cut her off harshly, not willing to allow his precious sister to think for even a second that he ever had a thing for her. ‘Elijah caught me watching you bathe and he knew-he tried to find me another girl because he knew that father would have killed me-and he would have! He would have slit my throat if he knew how I watched you-how I lusted for you-how I held you against me and rutted against you at night…do you still want to make me feel good, Princess?’ He asked and she nodded instantly, whining as she clung to him tightly, Klaus turning them over so that he laid against the pillows and he set her to sit on his cock, Y/n taking him as deeply as he could shove himself. ‘Ride me Princess, move these slutty little hips!’ He demanded, smacking her ass hard and she did as he said, bouncing on him at an instantly almost inhuman pace. ‘Oh Fuck! Perfect little cunt! Gonna fill you so full of me! Is that what you want Princess, you want your slutty little hole stuffed full of your brothers jizz?’

‘Yes! Yes Nikky! Please?! Want to be full of you forever-wanted to give you babies!’ She admitted as she rode him harder and that sentence had his cock filling his twin with everything he could-the idea of filling his sister with his babies being a fantasy he never expected from her. ‘Oh Fuck! Yes! Niklaus-Fuck!’

Klaus’ face dug into her neck as he finished, his sister still squeezing his cock like crazy in the ends of her own orgasm as he rested his hand on her flat stomach. ‘You would have been so beautiful with my babies in your belly-I would have fucked you full of my babies over and over again! Such perfect little babies you would’ve given me, so precious just like their Momma.’

He didn’t pull out of her, not willing to leave her body yet when he rolled them over and snuggled into her as he had done a million times, only this time finally having his cock buried into her as he’s always dreamed of. ‘Tell me you’ll still be here when I wake up, Nikky?’

‘I’m never leaving you again Princess-the next thousand years will consist of nothing but this! We’re gonna make up for lost time, my love…sleep…you’re going to need it because your brother is gonna be fucking you All. Night. Long!’ He laughed, holding Y/n to him tightly and allowing himself to finally rest-his cock still buried inside of her body exactly where it belongs.

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mytearsricochetm · 23 hours ago

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About you

Pairing: joel miller x reader

Summary: you and Joel didn't have many differences, except for one: he wanted children and you didn't.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: break up angst, second chance romance

A/N: based on ted and robin's relationship in 'how i met your mother' and on 'about you' by the 1975.

You dated Joel Miller when you were both twenty years old. You remember those three years vividly.

You were both dumb kids who acted like they knew everything but in reality, you were still trying to figure out who you were. But despite the meses that you were–you loved each other–in a way that you knew you'd never feel again with another person.

He was the love of your life and you were his. But you wanted different things. You both dreamed of getting married one day– but you didn't want kids.

And he wanted to be a dad.

It didn't end on a fight, just a quiet acceptance that neither of you were willing to sacrifice what you wanted for the other. You even told each other 'i love you' and made love one last time.

Somehow that made it worse.

Because if he had been an cruel or you had treated him badly, you'd both have a reason to hate the other. And that would make it easier to forget.

"C'mon, would it really be that bad to have a kid with me?"

Joel's voice cut through the thick silence in the shitty apartamen you were living in. He said it with a half-smile, he was trying to joke about it to see if he could lighten the mood. But nothing could.

The air smelled like the coffee you recently brewed. The one he didn't let you drink because 'what if you're pregnant?' he'd said. You hadn't had the energy to argue.

The pregnancy test sat face down one the table while you waited for the result to show.

"You know I don't want kids, Joel." Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as you looked down at the floor.

"Yeah, but..." He paused, hesitating. "You know i'd never leave you to deal with it alone. I'd do everything I could to help, with the pregnancy, the baby and everything that comes after."

Your eyes filled with tears because you knew he meant every word. Even though your circunstamces weren't ideal–you were still in college and Joel's contracting job wasn't doing that well– he was still willing to do this with you.

He was already extremely protective and caring. You could only imagine how he'd be if you had his baby.

"You'd make a great dad." You whispered with a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"And i know i'd be a terrible mom. Because i'd resent it. At some point i'd start resenting you... And i don't want that."

You weren't trying to hurt him but you could see how the words ate away at his heart.

Then the timer you had set went off. You took a deep breath before turning it around. Joel sat next to you, both staring at the result.

One line.

Negative.

You were glad– but not as relieved as you thought you'd be. Because this exact moment had shown you both, that if you stayed together, one would end up resenting the other.

"We have an expiration, don't we?" Joel asked softly after minutes of silence

You nodded your head before dropping the test like it had burned you and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest like you always did.

You both stayed like that for a long time. Your hands slided under his shirt, wanting to feel and remember the warmth of his skin.

When you finally pulled back, his hands cupped your face and made you look into his eyes. "I love you." He tried to hold them back but a few tears escaped.

You smiled, already crying as well. "I love you too."

You kissed him. It was slow, gentle, and it tasted salty from your shared tears. You climbed onto his lap and soon enough he was lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bedroom.

The next morning, after a long night, he got dressed, he grabbed his stuff and headed to the door. You stood a few feet away.

"We were good, weren't we?" He asked.

You nodded, "the best."

Silence settled between you again. He didn't turn around to leave, not yet.

"I hope you never settle for less than you deserve."

You sucked in a breath, nodding your head as you fought back tears. "And i hope you get everything you want."

He wiped his face with the back of his and reached for you. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead before letting go. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Joel."

Twenty years had passed.

You had both lived your lives seperately.

You got married–then divorced, moved abroad for a while, earned a second degree and travelled the world by yourself.

Joel continued working as a contractor, the only difference was that he earned more money. He dated a few people but none of them were as serious as what he had with you. And he had a daughter–Sarah.

You never looked him up or tried to reach out, you knew it would only make it hurt more than it already did.

Until one night.

You were home after a long day, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in your hand when your phone buzzed.

You didn't think any of it, until you checked it out.

Joel Miller has followed you.

Joel Miller wants to send you a message.

You started at the request for a long time. Then you followed him back and opened his messages.

Joel:

I really don't know what to say to you after so long but I wanted you to know that I've missed you

Ignore this if you want me to leave you alone

You replied–of course you did.

You:

hi, joel

I've missed you too :)

After that you couldn't stop talking. Texts in the middle of the work day, after dinner, and late night calls that ended when one of you fell asleep.

Your conversations were natural and effortless, like no time had passed.

He told you he kept working as a contractor. That he had a daughter named Sarah–who's eighteen and about to go to college now. And that he raised her all by himself because her mother left when she was a baby.

Then you told him about your life, your divorce, your job, your trips around the world, your cats– which had their own room because your aparment was too big and you didn't know what to do with the space.

You were both in the same city but neither said anything about meeting up until a week after you started talking.

It was 11 pm and you were on the phone like usual.

You were laughing about your early relationship days. Joel had just mentioned the time he stepped your foot three times when you were trying to slow dance at a wedding.

"I want to see you." He said suddenly and you chuckled in disbelief because you were about to say the very same thing.

"I was going to say the same thing." You paused for a second. "My place? Friday night? Or we can go somewhere."

He hummed in agreement and you could tell he was smiling behind the line. "Your place's fine. I just want to see you.

"Okay, good. I'll see you friday, Joel."

Friday.

Your aparment was spotless– you cleaned it twice because you needed something to do. You set up a charcuturie board and pulled out a good bottle of wine.

You were pacing back and forth as you waited for Joel. What if he just wanted closure? What if you weren't enough anymore?

At 7 p.m, you got a call.

"Joel?"

"Hey. I'm outside. Look out the window for me, please?"

Confused, you walked over and pulled open the courtains–and there he was.

He looked older, more gray in his hair, lines around his mouth and eyes and now he could actually grow a beard. But he was still the same Joel–your Joel.

He was holding up a bouquet of flowers. Pink peonies and lilies– the same ones he got you on your first date.

You shook your head in disbelief, clutching the phone tightly in your hand. "You still know how to surprise me, Miller."

"Well... i always hoped i'd get you back one day. Had to remember what you like."

You didn't waste another second and hung up the phone to buzz him in.

You weren't going to waste this second chance.

Not when it was clear neither of you had let go of what you had.

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kabsey · 2 days ago

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Second and...

Lucanis had experienced a dozen first kisses in his life, many at Illario's urging, a few for a job. Second kisses numbered only a handful. He could only recall one third kiss, from so long ago he wasn't sure the count was even accurate.

The idea that a kiss could be so immemorable struck him as odd now, when the memory of Rook's lips on his played over and over in his mind. If it had been written in a romance serial, the page would have been worn and dog-eared with all the times he'd reread it. More than once, he had caught himself pausing in the day's meal preparations and brushing his thumb against his lower lip, chasing the phantom sensation.

A sudden downpour had burst over Treviso the night before, and they had been caught in it. They'd taken refuge in Viago's townhouse rather than try to make it back to the eluvian at the Diamond. They had lain side by side in Rook's old bed in her old bedroom—her in pajamas, him in a dressing gown borrowed from Viago. The pattering of the rain, the crackling of the fire, and the plush bed had lulled him toward sleep almost immediately, and Rook had encouraged it with a soft smile and a softer touch, combing through his hair.

In the morning, he'd kissed her. Light and sweet. Honey and lavender cream. It had been barely a moment, but even hours later, he could not fathom how it had felt so easy, so natural. As if they had woken up side by side a thousand times and greeted each day with such quiet intimacy. He had no clever poetic phrase to describe the taste of a thousandth kiss. He had never expected to need or want one. But suddenly, now, he did.

He was kneading dough for the bread he planned to serve with supper when Spite sailed through the dining hall door.

"Rook! Is back!" he announced cheerily.

Lucanis nodded, keeping his eyes on the dough and pretending his heart hadn't picked up its pace. She had departed for Arlathan on a planned excursion almost immediately after their return to the Lighthouse. Davrin and Bellara had been waiting, and as Rook had run off to gather her equipment, he had hurried to leave the library, ignoring Bellara's delighted eyes and Davrin's knowing smirk. Thinking of it brought a touch of heat to his face; he was sure they assumed much more had happened than a simple kiss.

As he finished kneading and dividing the dough and shaping it into loaves for proving, Spite fluttered in and out, informing him that Rook had gone to her room, that she had left her room, that she was on her way. Lucanis wiped his hands on a kitchen towel just as she pushed the door open. She often came by while he prepared meals, to chat or to steal bites, so he told himself there was no need for the rush of nervous energy he felt just seeing her. A smile spread across her lips as she approached him, but her eyes flicked toward the floor, as if she were slightly shy to meet his gaze. He didn't mind. He had abruptly forgotten how he normally stood or where he put his hands or what expression he wore on his face.

She stopped in front of him and looked up. Whatever expression he’d had suddenly didn’t matter because he was helpless to do anything but smile back.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello,” he replied.

Spite hovered beside them, and his brow furrowed as seconds passed with no further words between them.

“Why aren’t? You talking?”

Lucanis huffed a laugh. “Spite thinks we are being too quiet.”

Rook grinned. “He’s right. I’m never this quiet.”

“Then you will have to do the talking for both of us. I have nothing interesting to say.”

“Nothing?” Rook questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow. “Really?”

He shrugged. “I have been chopping vegetables and baking bread.”

Rook laughed. “So I see.” He raised an eyebrow of his own, and she gestured at his face. “You have flour…”

He scrubbed the back of his hand along his brow and both cheeks. “Yes?”

Shaking her head, she reached up. Her fingers came to rest along his beard, and her thumb gently stroked his lips—once, twice—a careful drag across the delicate flesh. Then she stilled, and he was reminded of a pause in an aria, when the singer filled her lungs with the same air that her audience breathed, right before she transformed it into a moment of sublime emotion for her captivated devotees.

Her touch skimmed across his jaw before settling at the back of his neck. He was leaning down before she even coaxed him with the lightest pressure. They flowed together as smoothly as they had that morning, but this time they lingered, the press of their lips more firm. His hand had time to make the journey to her waist... and then up a few vertebrae as well. Even once they parted, they remained close, bent toward each other, breathlessly anticipating the next note in the song.

Rook licked her lips, and Lucanis's gaze locked on to the movement with a focus usually reserved for his targets.

"Second kisses taste like flour and yeast," she murmured.

"I'm willing to bet third kisses do as well."

"Oooo," she purred. "A hypothesis. We should test it."

He huffed in mock annoyance. "De Rivas."

She grinned before pulling him back down. The third kiss did taste of flour and yeast. As did the fourth and fifth. After the sixth, Spite let out an irritated noise and vanished. At the seventh, Rook parted her lips, and he followed suit. When her tender tongue traced his, a shudder raced down his spine. Her free hand found his chest, and his wound through her hair, and after that, he lost count entirely.

#dakiss25 #rook de riva #oc: ilene de riva #lucanis dellamorte #spite dellamorte #rook x lucanis #rookanis #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age

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missmanlykink · 2 days ago

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i know you miss me… | johnny storm ✿

MDNI - 18+ | navigation - m.list - taglist 𝜗୧ | COME TO MY 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 (100 followers celebration!)

summary: even though johnny pretty much abandoned you, he still finds a way to have you wrapped around his finger once again. and even though you tell yourself over and over that you’re going to end this situationship, you guys still end up banging.

paring: fwb!johnny storm x fem!reader

wc: 1.0k

warnings: smutty but no actual smut, kinda proof read, slight angst, toxic?, reader is in denial, descriptions of smut but not really (i don’t know how to explain it.) and yes this is more than sex for them. lower case intended

a/n: yall i haven’t seen this movie yet but i needed to write SOMETHING about him bc johnny is my man and i love joesph quinn BAD so this may not be canonically accurate or some stuff may be a little weird but i don’t thing this is half bad so plsssss enjoy! (and im in superhero phase so my baby clark is next on my list after i finish all my requests)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT - MDNI </3 *

you didn’t expect to be in the endless cycle again when it came to you and johnny, but when it comes to him you know there’s no stop anytime soon.

it all started over again when you got an unexpected phone call from your ex-hookup. he had basically dumped you after he went up to space and got his fancy new powers and became the human torch. you hadn’t got a phone call in weeks. maybe even a month.

you shouldn't have felt any way about it. you guys weren’t dating, and as soon as you started dipping into each other's pants, the other thing left of a friendship was a tainted one.

you let out a soft hello into your telephone and what came from it was a voice you knew all too well.

“hey y/n” he said softly, but you could tell this wasn’t a check up call. you could sense that “i wanna bang” voice from a mile away.

“what do you want, johnny?” the way you said that came out way harsher than your intended. you needed to put an end to this. as much as you may have enjoyed the sex, you were just some toy for his enjoyment.

you heard a fuzzy sigh from the phone, “c’mon…i miss you…”

you couldn’t even hold back the scoff that if epurted from your throat. you could not believe this guy. “no, johnny i’ve moved on from whatever we used to do.”

unfortunately that was lie. and it makes you so mad that he knows how to use his little control over you.

”don’t say that, i know you miss me too. im sorry for not calling you.”

and this is where he gets your every time. this is the cycle. you guys have a lot sex for a few weeks—very good sex—and then decide it’s enough, you guys were only supposed to be friends and “this is the last time you find a way to get into my underwear” and would smile and nod his head. “agreeing with you”. then you’d get that phone call. he always knew how to draw you right back into it. he was addicting.

but it was different this time. he wasn’t returning your calls and he didn’t even bother to try to call you even once during all of this. not even a post card to say “yea y/n i didn’t for forget about you and did you hear?! i got powers!”.

nothing. and you really shouldn’t have cared. you’ve been telling yourself “it’s okay” and that “i’ve been meaning to end it with him for a while, this is goof thing!” but it all still stinger in the end.

“you literally abandoned me, and you can literally just go and get it on with one of you many many groupies.” that earned you another sigh from him “i’ve been trying to call you and- i’ve been so busy…” he stared off with sincerity lacing his voice

“and about the groupies, they’ll never compare to you y/n. you know me.”

and that’s where he got you back. next thing you found yourself stepping out of a cab, standing right outside of baxter tower. you walked through the glass doors to be faced with a couple of security guards.

you really didn’t want to have to explain way you were there, but luckily—somehow—you saw johnnys walking from the elevator to greet you and hopefully find a non embarrassing way to explain why you’re at the tower at such a late hour.

“don’t worry i invited her over. she’s an old friend” he whispers to one of the guards and flashes you one of those winks that made you want to jump his bones and he knew it.

the palm of his warm hand reached the small of your back. leading you into the very luxurious elevator. johnny clears his throat to begin the process of breaking awkward silence. “so, how’s life been treating you”

you roll your eyes at his very out of place question “ listen, johnny. i’m here to catch up on sex, not life. and this is the last time i'll be doing this.”

“hey, don’t be like that. i really do miss you a lot..” you shake your head and sigh at his apology. you know he probably does really mean it but you didn’t wanna hear it . “it’s okay. let’s just get this over with”

he did that same smile and nod as you both walked out of the elevator. when you both were tip-toeing down to his room, trying to stay quiet, you had this feeling that you were going to be here again, doing the same thing.

intoxicating nights filled with limbs wrapped around each other, him whispering the same seductive words he’d known would have your back arched up into his chest. the nights that had his team caking make up over his hickey covered neck that were placed by your hungry lips.

the sound of soft whimpers coming from both of you, tangled up in his sheets. and sometimes you’d meet at your apartment. you wait on your balcony to see flying through the sky just to be with you. and at your place you could be as loud as wanted—even though you did get a complaint from one of your neighbors.

the nights you spent together kept you reminiscing about the feeling of body on yours. and you always told yourself “this is the last time” but you always had a gut feeling you’d find yourself in the same position you were before.

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carnivorousblooms · 3 days ago

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Managers Time Off

MDNI and FDNI

Bottom Bobby x Top Male Reader

Nsfw under the cut

Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ - bitting, body worship, mating press, overstimulation, light BDSM, missionary, dinner after care

Synopsis - With Bobby's time off, his husband (you) has decided to take him to a quiet lake house and show him how much you really love him. All of him.

Work count ~1.5k

Bobby had just been told by HUNTR/X to take some time off. Much to your joy, since you had been trying to plan a vacation to take him on. Now you have the golden opportunity, with the girls wanting Bobby to rest after the whole Idol Awards with the Saja boys. Rumi insisted that Bobby needed a break, they all did, it was stressful. As his Husband you so graciously had plans for everyone made! You have wanted Bobby to yourself for a while now. So you sent the Girls off to Paris, get their minds off of being Idols/Hunters, from Demons. Then you took Bobby out to a rural part of South Korea. A small town hidden between two large mountains, each with springs and rivers running down from the tops, all leading down to a large tranquil lake. You got one of the only AirBNB's in the area, a small home, just a bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. Minimalist, a way to pull him away from the limelight of managing HUNTR/X. At least that's what you wanted. Bobby never really stops talking about the girl, you don't mind after all they are like your kids at this point. The downside is most people can recognize their names and connect the dots that you're a degree from the Idols. It's not a real issue, really all that happens is that you and Bobby Mostly Bobby get more attention, hospitality, gifts, etc. People hope to get HUNTR/X to come if they leave a good impression

But you have a plan to get Bobby all to yourself like he was supposed to be the whole time. You pull a few strings and get a couple of the other HUNTR/X representatives to distract the more needy villagers for a night. To your delight Zoey even called Bobby to make sure he stayed with you! Its the early afternoon, about four or so, that's no time to fuck your husband. He hasn't even had dinner yet! Oh but you have some devious plans once dinner is over~

── ⋆⋅♤⋅⋆ ─── Kitchen ─── ⋆⋅♤⋅⋆ ─────

Obviously you can't feed Bobby just Anything before the evening you have planned. No, it has to be something that tastes good and supposedly helps your later activities. Seared Salmon with fried mushrooms as the main, and chocolate dipped strawberries with a molten lava cake for dessert. As you're finishing up Bobby walks into the kitchen after a call with the girls. “Honey, what dishes are clean?” He asks as you just shake your head to the general direction of a stack of dishes next to the sink. He places two plates next to the stove top, you move to quickly serve both of you an equal amount of food. He continues as he opens a cabinet and places a bottle of red wine and two cups on the table, “It's nice when it's just the two of us… As much as I love the girls, I still want one on one time with you.” He pours wine into the cups, as you set the table. Plates next to each other with utensils, then starts the gentle prying. “Honey, you don't usually set up events with fans. Want to tell me what tonight is really about?”. You stare at him for a few seconds before blinking and chuckling nervously, your husband can always tell when you're up to something. You begrudgingly admit “Well I was planning to ask you to have sex after dinner… if you were in the mood to, of course…”. You abandon setting the table, instead opting to grab your husband's hands, bringing them up to your lips and kissing his knuckles. You mutter against the skin of his hands, eyes looking towards his face pleading, “Please Darling? It's been a week since we last were intimate”. Your heart starts to race as he sighs and nods his head, his hands cup your face pulling you up into a deep loving kiss. You respond immediately by biting his lower lip, knowing he'll gasp, and slipping your tongue into his mouth. You slowly back him up against the nearest wall as your tongue dominates his, making him gasp and moan in the short seconds he can pull away. You only pull away when your hands start exploring his body, the body you've explored so many times yet still find yourself falling in love over and over again with. Your mouth quickly moves to his neck, biting down, sucking hickeys onto his skin and pulling on it gently. A deep hum leaves your throat as Bobby shakily breaths out “..H-how… how about we eat dinner after… you fuck me?... I'm always hungry after we have sex…”. A dark grin spreads across your face, before you usher him into the bedroom.

In less than five minutes you have Bobby fully naked, a roll of silk ribbons in your hands. You gently wrap two strands around his thick thighs, making sure it doesn't hurt him, then you bring the ribbons up and tie them up around his upper arms. You wrap another ribbon around his wrists keeping his hands right in front of his supple chest, his nipples already hard wanting attention making his large pecs look so alluring you could forgo the rest of your plans and just suck on them until he's sobbing.

No! Self-control, control yourself. You need to make this good, maybe then Bobby will let you tie him up more often.

For now you settle for getting on your knees and start biting, kissing, and sucking on his thighs. You gently pull on his skin with your teeth, causing deep purple hickeys to appear. Once you're satisfied with how many marks you left on his skin, your gaze moves up to his face. It's an amazing view, staring past his hard cock, his wrists tied at his chest, and tears running down his cheeks. A dark amusement fills you as Bobby squirms try to stimulate himself in any way. Oh you love how easy it is to get him to this point.

You've always been able to make him come undone, it's a talent you're quite proud of. Though you would say a good portion of what makes him so sensitive is how much he works, always ignoring his needs until you step in and cut him loose. You trail kisses down his marked up thighs, down to his fat ass. God you love it. You bite down repeatedly on each of his cheeks, slowly moving down towards his hole.

“Three…” whispered between breaths and bites.

You gently grab his thighs, forcing his legs even further apart.

“Two…” muttered slightly louder, just enough Bobby can't quite make it out.

You smirk softly as his hole desperately clenches around nothing. You lead forward, and start eating him out, your tongue slipping inside him. His walls spasm and squeeze your tongue as he cums all over his stomach and chest.

“...one…” spoken against his ass, making him shiver and arch into you.

You continue to eat him out ignoring his orgasm in favor of wringing another one from him. You pull away from his ass, replacing your tongue with two fingers, gently scissoring him open. You stare at his writhing form within the binds you loving tied him up in. You teasingly comment “Bobby, my handsome husband… want something bigger than my fingers or tongue?” at the same time curling your fingers up into his prostate, gently rubbing it until he cums again. A lot less this time but he's left breathless, wanting, needing more. But he's in no state to beg or ask right now, so taking his desperate bucking hips as a yes, pulling your fingers out of him. You stand up, slapping your hard cock against his thigh. You hum softly as he moans and whimpers, lining the tip of your cock up to his preped hole. You slowly ease into him, inch by inch, letting him adjust to your size. Once your fully inside him, you grab his legs folding him into a mating press. You examine his teary eyes, flushed face, shaking lips. He's fine, conscious enough to use any safe words you have in place. You languidly thrust into him, feeling how tight he still is. A knowing grin spreads across your face before you start to roughly fuck him, your gaze locked on his pecs. On how they bounce and roll around his bound hands, leaning in closer to latch onto one you suck roughly, nibbling on the hard nub. A deep groan leaves your throat as he cums on both your stomachs, making him clench around your cock. You can loosely make out his pleading cries “...H-harder… there… there… cumming… cumming…”

You keep a steady pace, making Bobby sob with each thrust. He can't hold onto you like he usually does, he can't dig nails into your back as you overstimulate him. He comes undone again, his cock twitching against his stomach as a small amount of cum following from the tip. All his clenching has made it hard for you to keep it together, so you slam as far in as you can before pumping a thick loaf of cum inside his ass. As you pull out, you undo the ribbons and softly mummer into his ear “Let's eat dinner… we can go a few more rounds later tonight…”

I hope this was good, I'm happy to hear any suggestions for improvement! - Bloom

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yuh13lo · 2 days ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 ⋆·˚ ༘ * m.s.

Matt Sturniolo didn’t care much about birthdays.

He never made a big deal out of them—no countdowns, no extravagant plans. Most years, he brushed them off with a shrug and a quiet dinner, maybe something lowkey with his brothers. But this year, it was different.

Because this year, he woke up wrapped around you.

The sun peeked through the blinds, warming the rumpled sheets tangled around your bodies. Matt stirred with a groggy groan, burying his face in your shoulder, breath warm and slow against your skin. You smiled before even opening your eyes, your fingers already brushing through his messy curls.

“Morning, birthday boy,” you whispered softly.

He mumbled something unintelligible and clung to you tighter. “Five more minutes,” he muttered into your neck. “Just five.”

“You say that every morning.”

“Because every morning I wake up with you.”

That earned him a kiss—soft and sleepy—right on the cheek, which made his lips curve into a lazy smile.

Eventually, you pried him out of bed with a bribe: a cold bottle of his favorite apple juice waiting on the nightstand. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, blinking at the juice like it was the greatest invention on Earth.

“You always know,” he said, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. “Swear you read my mind or something.”

You stood at the foot of the bed in an oversized tee and some sweats, arms crossed with a secret smile playing on your lips. “Maybe I do.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you said too quickly. “Just… get dressed.”

He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Because I have something planned.”

Matt groaned dramatically and flopped back down. “You know I don’t do birthday surprises.”

You sat beside him and kissed his temple, brushing his hair back. “I promise you’ll like it.”

He gave in, mostly because it was you asking—but he did it slowly, tugging on his favorite hoodie and a pair of shorts, groaning about it being “too early” even though it was nearly noon.

And then you started your tradition.

Beach first. Always.

The two of you walked along the shore barefoot, letting the waves kiss your ankles, Matt’s hand warm in yours. He’d tug you closer every few steps, or splash a little water on your legs just to make you squeal. His laugh was that low, breathy kind—the one he only did when he was really happy.

You laid down on the sand after walking for a while, Matt stretched out beside you, his head resting on your stomach while you played with his hair. The sun was high, the breeze soft, and the moment felt untouched by the rest of the world.

“I could stay here all day,” he murmured. “Right here. Just like this.”

You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Me too. But we’ve got more to do.”

He pouted. “Ugh. You’re dragging me around for my own birthday?”

“Only for a little while.”

Next stop: your usual favorite shops. He picked out a couple new beanies (because he could never resist them), and you got matching sunglasses just because they were goofy and you knew he’d actually wear them to be funny.

While you paid for something small at checkout, Matt disappeared, only to return with a little plush keychain that looked exactly like a tiny apple juice bottle.

“For you,” he said, trying to act casual.

You blinked at it, then burst out laughing. “It’s your birthday.”

He shrugged. “You love it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

By the time the sun started to sink low, you were both back home—sandy, tired, and sun-drunk from the day. You let him lay on the couch for a bit, curling beside him under your shared blanket, watching nothing in particular on the TV.

Then you sat up and nudged his side.

“Okay. Time to get dressed.”

“Again?” he groaned.

“Trust me. This one’s big.”

“You said that earlier.”

“I meant it.”

Matt dragged himself off the couch and into his room, throwing on a hoodie and fresh jeans before returning with that curious look in his eyes—the one he gave you when he knew you were hiding something.

You led him outside and handed him the car keys.

“Drive?”

“Drive.”

He glanced at the GPS on your phone and gave you a weird look. “This is toward the city.”

“Yup.”

“You hate driving in the city.”

“Yup.”

He stared at you a little longer, then turned the key with a smirk. “You’re up to something.”

You didn’t say a word. Just held his hand across the console the whole way, grinning to yourself.

When you finally pulled up to the venue and he saw the crowd, the lights, and the sign…

MALCOLM TODD - TONIGHT - SOLD OUT

Matt blinked.

Then blinked again.

You handed him two tickets.

Front row.

He looked at them. Then at you. Then back at them. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

“You’re joking.”

You shook your head. “Happy birthday.”

The look on his face was pure shock—eyes wide, jaw dropped, heart probably thudding in his chest. He stared at you like you had just given him the moon.

“I didn’t even know he had tickets still,” he said breathlessly.

“He didn’t.”

His hand gripped yours like he was anchoring himself in the moment. “And you got these?”

“Yeah. A while ago. I’ve been dying trying not to tell you.”

He just stood there for a second, then wrapped his arms around you and lifted you slightly off the ground in a rare burst of giddy excitement.

“Holy shit,” he whispered into your ear. “You’re insane. You’re actually insane.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.”

The show was unreal. You didn’t even care about the volume or the standing or the people around you—you just watched Matt, lit up under the flashing stage lights, mouthing every lyric, his hand squeezing yours through every beat. He looked like a kid again, full of wonder and awe and happiness.

The concert was perfect.

Malcolm Todd sounded even better live—his voice effortlessly smooth, his energy electric—and Matt was in shock the entire time. He didn’t stop smiling, didn’t let go of your hand, didn’t even try to act cool about it. It was one of those nights that felt like time didn’t exist—just music and movement and joy.

But it wasn’t over yet.

After the final song, when the lights came up and the crowd started to thin, a staff member waved you two toward the side stage with a clipboard and a grin.

“Backstage passes,” you whispered, slipping the little laminated badge from your pocket.

Matt’s jaw dropped again. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You were not kidding.

Moments later, you were backstage in a quiet lounge area when Malcolm Todd himself walked in, hoodie up and smile lazy but warm.

Matt froze.

You introduced yourselves quickly, and Malcolm was surprisingly easygoing—shaking Matt’s hand, thanking you both for being there. When Matt told him he listened to his music every night before bed, Malcolm laughed and said, “Then you probably know it better than I do.”

They took a couple of photos together—one serious, one silly where Matt threw up peace signs and Malcolm copied him. Before you left, Malcolm clapped a hand on Matt’s shoulder and said, “You’ve got good energy, bro. Appreciate you being here.”

When you finally left the venue and got into the car, Matt sat in stunned silence for a full minute.

“I just met Malcolm Todd.”

You smiled.

“I just met Malcolm Todd,” he repeated louder. “And he complimented my energy.”

You nodded, laughing softly as you leaned across the console and kissed his cheek. “Told you it was gonna be a good birthday.”

When you got back to the Sturniolo apartment, the lights in the living room were still on and both Chris and Nick were on the couch—Nick half-asleep with a blanket over his head and Chris scrolling through his phone.

The second Matt opened the door?

Chaos.

“YO.”

“HE’S BACK.”

Matt didn’t hesitate. He burst into the room, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Guys. I met Malcolm Todd. I met him. He dapped me up. Said I had good energy. Look—look at the picture—”

He shoved his phone in their faces while you leaned against the doorway, smiling as Chris and Nick squinted at it.

“Bro. This is insane,” Nick said, sitting up fully now. “You were front row?”

Chris looked at you, eyebrow raised. “You spoiled him.”

Matt grinned. “She did. And I don’t even care. I liked it.”

Nick fake-pouted. “So where’s our gifts?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Actually…”

They both turned, eyes wide, as you walked off to Matt’s room before coming back with two small gift bags.

Matt watched with a grin, proud and smug.

You handed Nick his first—he opened it with way too much flair, tissue paper flying everywhere until he paused and gasped. Inside was a set of vintage Edward Scissorhands collectibles, some Power Rangers figures, and at the very bottom…

“Shut UP.”

You smirked. “The tickets?”

“To the museum in that has the actual Edward Scissorhands outfits??”

You nodded. “Two tickets. Take whoever you want.”

“I’m taking you duh,” he said immediately. “I’m gonna cry.”

Chris’s gift came next. He opened his bag much more carefully—until he saw the two jackets folded neatly inside. One was the vintage Pepsi bomber he’d saved on Depop a long time ago and never bought. The other?

“That’s the Supreme collab jacket,” Chris said quietly, stunned. “The one that sold out before I could get it.”

You smiled. “I remembered you mentioning it, but I have my ways.”

Chris looked up at you, then at Matt. “I’m so happy but so jealous. I call dibs next year on our birthday. You’re too good to us.”

Matt threw his arm around you, smug. “Yeah. That’s my girlfriend. You guys just get the perks.”

Nick fake-gagged. “Ew. Okay. Take her and get out of here before you start making out on the couch.”

“I was going to share my apple juice with you,” Matt said, grabbing the bottle from the fridge. “Now? Absolutely not.”

You and Matt disappeared into his room a few minutes later—both of you still a little buzzed from the night.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled you into bed without even turning the lights on. “You win,” he whispered, voice low. “Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You curled into his side, your arm resting across his chest, his fingers softly tracing up and down your spine.

“Good,” you said, barely above a whisper. “That’s what I wanted.”

There was a long pause—quiet except for the hum of the city outside and the slow beating of his heart under your hand.

Then Matt kissed the top of your head and said, “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

You blinked, lifting your head slightly. “What?”

He smiled against your hair, a little sleepy, a little too sincere for it to be a joke. “Nothing. Just… fall asleep with me.”

You did. Wrapped in the softest hoodie he owned, tangled in sheets that smelled like him, with your legs slung over his and his thumb brushing the inside of your wrist until the world faded away.

And Matt fell asleep with the biggest grin on his face.

Spoiled. Soft. So, so in love.

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blondykebarbie · 2 days ago

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hii, you asked for prompts for nanny!reader and i'm wondering if you'd write something where reader goes to a double date with her friend or something (she doesn't know her date and her friend set them up, she's not really interested and it's not going well), and either james shows up there after work and recognizes her or she comes home and has to explain to james and harry why she's in a low mood?

no worries if not ofc, and sorry if it sounded confusing

ceo!dilf!james potter x nanny!fem!reader (PART FIVE)

WC: 3.3k

CW: age gap (reader is 22 and James is 32); men (ew); allusion to previous toxic relationship; possessive!james; Mary is reader's age instead of James' for the sake of the plot

Summary: your best friend Mary convinces you to go on a date. neither you nor james are happy about it

A/n: omg yes, yes! thanks for the request, I love it so so much!! i altered it a little bit so that james secretly finds out and he can be protective, hope that's okay!

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“Babes,” your best friend, Mary, croons through the phone, “you can’t keep doing this. He’s your boss for god’s sake.”

You groan and flip onto your stomach, kicking your legs back and forth gently to help the nail polish dry faster, “I know, Mary, I know. I’ve been trying. But just when I convince myself that it’s all in my head, he says or does something that completely unravels all my logic.”

Ever since you and James shared a bed a few nights ago, per Harry’s request, thank you very much, you’ve been in a bit of a tizzy. While your boss may not have realized it, you’d heard the few murmured words that slipped past his lips right before he fell asleep- I care about you too. To be frank, it’d sent you into a state of shock and you hadn’t gotten much sleep that night or the nights following.

You can’t stop thinking about the incident. Did he mean to say it? What way did he mean it? Did it mean he cares about you as a person? As an employee? As a friend? As something…more?

“ARGH!” you screech, burying your face in your pillow.

“You need to get out there. Talk to people that aren’t ten years your senior or nearly twenty years your junior,” Mary announces, as if it were such a simple thing to do.

“I tried that. Do you not remember the Jackson incident?”

Your curly haired friend sighs loudly into the speaker, “that doesn’t count and we both know it. You need to get out of that house, hun, loosen up.”

“Don’t-”

“You need to go on a date.”

The word sends a shiver down your spine and you scoff, “Over my dead body.”

“Come on! It could be fun! You haven’t dated in, like, ages,” Mary pleads.

“And there’s a good reason for that too. We saw how my last relationship went, and I don’t want to repeat that again. It’s not worth it.”

You say the last part quietly, less than pleasant memories of your ex resurfacing in your brain.

Your best friend’s voice softens too, “Babes, you know not all guys are like Garrett…nor like Jackson.”

A lump settles in your throat and you blink back tears, “I know, but…”

You trail off, focusing all of your attention on dutifully painting your fingernails a soft, shimmery pink. Mary is kind enough to not immediately fill the silence.

She sighs gently, though the sound is only filled with concern and love, “Okay, okay, what if we do a double date? I’ll set us both up, make sure they both seem like decent guys, and drive us to and from the restaurant? If at any time you feel like it’s going bad or you’re uncomfortable, just say the word and we’ll leave.”

You swallow thickly, thinking over her proposition. Honestly, it does sound remarkably better than going on a blind date alone or with someone you’ve met on the apps. Anyhow, Mary’s right- you do need to get out there, both because it’s been far too long and also because you have to forget about your boss. Whatever your complicated feelings for James are, they can’t continue. He’s your boss. He’s a decade older than you. He’s rich. He has a kid. For Christ's sake, he’s been married. Anyways, he’s too good for someone like you and would never go for you.

You cap the bottle of polish and blow on your nails gently, “Okay, fine, Mary. I’ll go on one date so long as I’m promised that out.”

She squeals into the phone so shrilly your speaker crackles and you can’t help but giggle in spite of yourself, “alright, that’s enough. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Are you kidding?! It’s a HUGE deal. I’m so excited for you us, babes. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday and we’ll go to Nando’s, your favorite, mmkay? I love you!”

You sigh fondly, “yeah, okay, okay. I love you too. I’ll see you then.”

The call ends and you bury your face back into your pillow dramatically. What had you gotten yourself into?

James hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, honest. It just, well, happened. Although you have the night off, and he absolutely respects that, Harry had been begging him to ask you to join them for a movie. He eventually relented, figuring there was no harm in asking. If you said no, you said no. By asking, James could, at least, quiet his son’s incessant badgering and, at best, get a yes from you (which he selfishly, hoped for). Could he really be faulted for wanting to spend every ounce of free time he had with you and Harry?

As James approached your door he could hear the murmurings of your voice through the thick wood as you talked on the phone. He was content to wait for you to finish your call, assuming it didn’t take too long. Luckily, it hadn’t, but the length of your conversation ceased to matter when he heard its contents. James, sincerely, wasn’t trying to actively listen in on your conversation, but the door wasn’t that sound proof and you weren’t exactly talking quietly. In fact, to him, the words seemed to ring through the walls clear as day- Okay, fine, Mary. I’ll go on one date so long as I’m promised that out.

His heart dropped into his stomach- a date?

This wasn’t part of the plan. Whatever fantasy-dreamworld plan he’d come up with in his head. The one where you two got together and raised Harry and eventually got married and had more of your own. Sure, it’s just one date, but that’s all it ever is until, suddenly, he’s sitting on the bride’s side at your wedding, your resignation still echoing in his ears.

James is so befuddled by this new development that he barely picks up on the rest of the conversation besides three key words: 6 o’clock, Saturday, Nando’s.

Somehow, he stumbles his way back downstairs. It’s only when he’s met with Harry’s big, green doe eyes and little pout that he remembers why he’d even gone up to your room in the first place.

Despite the fact that he grew up wealthy and privileged, with the most loving parents in the world and a whole company waiting for him after university, James had always considered himself a fairly kind, thoughtful, well rounded person. Yet, at this moment, all that character goes out the window. He wants what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.

You honestly think you might throw up. For the tenth time in the last twenty minutes, you smooth your hands down the sides of your dark blue, satin skirt. If there were any wrinkles left in the fabric, which there weren’t, because you’d meticulously obsessed over the article of clothing all morning, they were certainly gone now. Although you trust Mary with your life, you’re incredibly nervous for this double date. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve been on a date at all, and just over three since you’ve been on a first date. You and Garrett had been together for about three and a half years – almost the entirety of university. You’d been so sure the two of you were going to get married, but, as things tend to do, it all fell apart a few months before graduation when you learned your ex-boyfriend was not at all who you thought he was. It ended so badly that you’d sworn off dating for the time being. You didn’t want to risk putting yourself out there and getting hurt again. Still, you knew Mary was right- you couldn’t avoid it forever.

You sit on the couch in the sitting room, only half paying attention to Harry as he explains to you some game he’s made up for himself. Your phone sits pressed against your thigh as you anxiously await a text from your best friend telling you she’s arrived. Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, James had been free this evening and had assured you that you would without a doubt have the night off to do as you pleased. You hadn’t bothered going into much detail about your plans, not really wanting to share with your crush that you had a date with another man. All he knew was that you were hanging out with Mary and that you were really worried about the wrinkles on your skirt.

Finally, your phone buzzes a few minutes after six. You shoot up, anxiously shoving your phone in your purse and swinging it over your shoulder.

James, who’s sitting on the couch next to you, looks up from where he’s been watching Harry, “is she here?”

You nod, exhaling shakily, “yep! I, uh, don’t know how long I’ll be out tonight, but if you need anything at all, just-”

The brunette cuts you off, standing and coming to your side. He hovers his hand over the small of your back and gently begins to usher you towards the door, “don’t worry about us, sweetheart. Harry and I will get on just fine. You have lots of fun and call me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all, even if it’s late and you think you’ll be bothering me.“

James unlocks the door and opens it for you, squeezing your waist gently before stepping back, “have a good time!”

You murmur a thank you and goodbye quickly before rushing out the door, as if trying to run away from the butterflies he set off in your stomach with a simple touch. You hop into the passenger side of Mary’s little yellow bug and shut the door resoundly. As you buckle your seatbelt, your best friend peers out her window and up at the Potter Manor.

She whistles slowly, “damn, you weren’t lying. Even from here I can tell that Mr. Potter is a smoke show.”

Your face heats and you smack her arm before letting your gaze follow hers. James stands in the doorway, forearms on display in a worn, gray T-shirt, looking absolutely delicious. He waves lazily and Mary returns the gesture, a shit-eating smirk on her face. You groan loudly and wave back embarrassedly, murmuring under your breath for her to drive.

She finally obliges and puts the car in drive, heading off to your destination.

“Maybe I was wrong,” she teases, “maybe we should turn this car back around so that you can go flirt it up with Mr. rich hot guy.”

“Mary!” you whine pitifully.

Your best friend raises her hands in surrender, “Okay, okay. I’ll stop, I’m sorry.”

Her brown eyes glance to you as she drives, “you nervous?”

You glare at her, unamused, “I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“Okay, ouch, the claws are out tonight.”

You exhale, apologetically, “I’m sorry, I just am really nervous. What if I’ve forgotten how to date or something?”

Mary reaches over and squeezes your thigh assuredly, “that’s not something you can forget how to do. Plus, you’re a catch- sexy, smart, and witty. You’ll be great and, remember, you have me there as a wing woman. So just relax, enjoy some free food and drinks, and maybe have a good time with this guy.”

You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, “and what if I don’t have a good time with this guy?”

She shrugs, her curls bouncing “then you don’t, and that’s okay. And, like I said, you still get free drinks and food out of it. And quality time with your favorite person.”

“But Harry isn’t here.”

The brunette gasps, “Okay, rude. I can’t believe I’ve been replaced by a four-year-old.”

“To be fair, he’s a really cute four-year-old.”

James is only a little ashamed to admit that he’s using his very cute, adorably earnest, four year-old son to ruin your date tonight. So far, everything is going according to plan. You’d asked James for tonight off the same day he’d heard your phone call and, of course, he’d said yes. Although James didn’t want you going on this date with a random guy, he also knew keeping you locked up in his nice home with his sweet kid wasn’t going to ultimately win your affections; he needed you to get out there and see what little all the other men had to offer.

James hadn’t asked about your plans either, and, luckily, you hadn’t offered up any details. It was just as he’d hoped – if he didn’t know about your plans then he had plausible deniability. It would just happen to be a coincidence that he and Harry showed up at the same restaurant you were having your date at. It wouldn’t be suspicious either, because it’s not like it was uncommon for a father to take his son out to dinner at Nando’s on a Saturday night.

He waits thirty minutes after you leave, anxiously fidgeting on the couch the whole time, before suggesting a dinner night out with Harry. The little boy eagerly agrees, zooming off to put on his lightup shoes so they could go. Once they’re both buckled into James’ black Ferrari they head off, only speeding a little. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this revved up to go to a Nando’s.

By the time they pull up to the restaurant his hands are sweating. Though James wants to ruin your date, he doesn’t want you to hate him either. He knows he has to go about this the exact right way or he might lose you entirely. Harry, at least, distracts him from his nerves a little. The boy’s nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement, tugging James behind him as he runs towards the front doors.

“Woah, buddy, calm down. Don’t want you tripping and getting hurt,” he corrects gently.

Harry huffs dramatically but obliges his dad, instead walking patiently at his side. Air conditioning blasts them in the face as they step inside and they’re met with the quiet din of people laughing and chatting. To his surprise, Nando’s isn’t too busy this evening, with plenty of tables still available to choose from.

“Can I choose a table, Daddy?” Harry asks eagerly, bright eyes flitting about the restaurant wildly.

James hums an assent, only half paying attention as his son guides them through the maze of tables. He wants to find you. No, he needs to find you. What does the guy you’re seeing look like? Is he making you laugh? Are you bored or uncomfortable?

God, what if he went to the wrong Nando’s?

Suddenly, there’s a childish shout of your name and James’ head snaps down, hazel eyes trailing after Harry as he breaks free. His gaze follows his son, who is running directly towards you. Though the elder Potter saw you less than an hour ago, his breath still catches in his throat. You’re just so beautiful, and he can’t believe that he gets to exist in the same space as you. Somehow, you manage to look like a goddess even in a Nando’s and it leaves him completely and utterly paralyzed. It comforts him that you seem paralyzed too, though more so in surprise than awe. Your pretty eyes, his new favorite color, find his across the restaurant effortlessly and a shiver runs down his spine.

James, finally, snaps out of his stupor and rushes over to your table, at least having the decency to pretend to be embarrassed.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he blurts out in a perfectly practiced apologetic tone, “I wanted to take Harry out for dinner as a treat. I didn’t know you were going to be here…you didn’t tell me-”

He trails off, eyes flicking between you and the blonde man sitting across from you. James smugly notes that the bloke is only average looking.

He crouches down, his voice lowering to maintain privacy even though he wants everyone at the table to hear, “I hope we haven’t interrupted something, sweetheart.”

You fluster prettily which makes James Potter a very happy man. The use of the pet name also seems to irritate your date, the blonde visibly prickling. This makes him even happier.

Your eyes anxiously dart between your friend Mary, he thinks, and the blonde man, “Uhm-”

“Who’s this, then?” the man interrupts, tone barely polite.

“Oh, r-right, sorry. Uhm, Kyle, this is my boss, James, and his son, Harry- the one I told you I nanny. James and Harry, this is my- uh- this is Kyle.”

You also gesture to Mary and her date, Issac. When Harry hears Mary’s name his face lights up, “you’re Mary?! I hear about you all the time!”

Your best friend laughs loudly, eyes sparkling with delight, “oh really? Only good things I hope.”

His son nods eagerly, insistently raising his arms to be picked up by you so he can talk more to Mary. With no hesitation you oblige him, settling him on your lap as he yaps to the brunette girl about all the things you’ve told him about her. She’s equally engaged and your face is a picture of contented fondness as you hold Harry.

Kyle, James notes, looks incredibly displeased.

“Right, so, why’re you here again?” the blonde interrupts harshly.

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock, barely hidden disgust twisting your features unpleasantly.

“Can’t a dad take his son out for dinner sometimes?” James asks, tone easy, as if this wasn’t all meticulously planned, “it’s just an awful coincidence that our little date has crashed the nanny’s night off. We’re both really sorry about it, right Harry?”

His son nods obediently, though James is pretty sure he doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to. Kyle, on the other hand, has the audacity to scoff and murmur something about “yeah, sure, a coincidence.”

Your eyes widen further and your brow furrows in anger. It’s an emotion he’s never seen on you, and it’s kind of hot.

This time, you’re the one to scoff, “excuse me? You want to say that again?”

The blonde laughs dryly, “Oh come on. You seriously think this was a coincidence? Almost all you’ve done this whole date is talk about Harry, Harry, Harry, James, James, James, and then, suddenly, they show up? Just reject me if you’re not interested.”

Your own laugh matches his bitterness, “you think I’d come up with that convoluted of a plan just to get out of a date with you? Man, girls must really not like you if that sort of trickery on first dates is normal for you. I was willing to give you a chance, but now I’m definitely not interested in you, Kyle.”

You stand up from your seat, Harry perched on your hip, and turn to Mary, “you wanna stay or come with?”

Her gaze flicks to Issac, who just shrugs. So, she rolls her eyes and gets up too.

“Come on,” James offers, eyeing the two men disapprovingly before settling on the both of you, “let’s go sit somewhere else, my treat.”

In a strange flurry of conversation and shuffling, Harry ends up next to Mary, the two engaged in animated storytelling. James is rather pleased to have you nearly tucked into his side on the other side of the booth. Under the table his hand finds your bare knee and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry about ruining your date. I didn’t know-”

You quirk a brow and smirk, “didn’t know, hm? It was just a coincidence that Mr. Rich-Guy-Fancypants shows up at Nando’s, a place I’ve never heard him speak of, the same night as my date?”

“W-well,”

Your gaze softens and you squeeze the hand on your knee, “coincidence or not, I’m glad you ruined it, James. This is the only place I want to be- with my three favorite people.”

His heart flips in his chest and he decides he really wants to kiss you right now. But, he doesn’t. Instead, he just interlaces his fingers with yours, barely suppressing a smirk when your breath hitches softly.

Mission accomplished.

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