#I'll just sit under an umbrella and watch

[ceruleanterrapin]

Summer time is almost here!

We're going to the beach wish us luck

[catcze]

Spoilers for Wriothesley's backstory !! References to leaks of his backstory !!

When Wriothesley was younger and homeless on the streets of Fontaine, an orphan who ran from his foster home to fend for himself, there was no one for him to rely on. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and putting your trust in the wrong person could result in lying facedown in a ditch, just another casualty of the city.

Wriothesley was prepared to fight for himself for the rest of his life. Was prepared to sleep with one eye open, and ready to get stabbed in the back at any second. Everyone around him wouldn't cast him a second glance and wouldn't offer him a shred of help.

No one, maybe, except for you.

You were around his age— that much was evident from the first day he met you, when you found him crouched in an alleyway half-starved and soaked through by the rain. You were kind, if the umbrella you covered his head with was any indication. You had gotten soaked yourself, but you still smiled at him and told him to keep it, that he needed it more.

And lastly: you were born into good, good money. He found that out the next day when you bought him a packaged meal of warm meats and bread. Although he was hesitant to accept your kindness, cautious of what price you would attach to such a thing, the grumbling of his stomach won out and he finished the whole meal in less than five minutes. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted.

You said nothing as you sat beside him, uncaring of how the dirt of the sidewalk stained your clothes. When he was finished, you offered him a bottle of water. As he chugged it down, you gave him your first name, and when he hesitated to tell you his, you smiled and shook your head.

"It's fine, you don't have to tell me," you told him with a slight smile. And that was that.

From then on, you find him every few days at the same spot. He doesn't talk much, you discover, but he's always willing to listen to you talk. Anything under the sun— your lessons, your absent parents, the droves of socialites who try to butter you up with hollow words and false admiration— you can ramble about it for hours and hours and he'll sit beside you, interjecting on occasion, but generally letting you take the lead in conversation.

Once, you brought him a canister filled with tea, and watched as his eyes lit up at his first taste.

"This is some really good stuff," he told you, awe in his voice, already going for a second sip. You smile, seeing him so pleased.

"I'll bring you more next time. I'll try to make a different brew, too, to see if you'd like that even more."

When he gets scuffed from street fights, you're there to patch him up. Clumsily at first, with a furrowed brow and tangled strips of bandages, but you get better and better at it over time. He doesn't reject the help, and you don't scold him for getting hurt. It is times like these where your hands —only calloused by the grip of a pen and nothing more, unlike his that are so scarred and rough— make you both remember how different your worlds are.

One day, you go to the place you two had been meeting for nearly a year now, and it's empty. That's not particularly unusual— it's happened once or twice before where your friend couldn't make it, so it's no cause for concern. You merely leave the food and water in a little nook he had shown you before, and make your way home, hoping that he's alright and not too banged up.

When you get home, the maids and the butler all tell you of a recent incident that happened not too far away in the city— of an assault and a mangled body, of the perpetrator on death's door himself, barely rushed to the hospital in time. While you have dinner alone, they urge you to exercise caution if you go out tomorrow.

So you take heed of their words, bringing a new platter of food and hide small knife in your pocket as you head back to the same place yesterday. The food and water from before is still there, hidden in the little nook only the two of you know of.

Anxiety grips you, but you try to shake it off. You return the next day. And the next. And the next. Each day, the food you leave remains untouched every time.

You fear the worst after a week is up— you fear for his safety, for his health. You fear for the only genuine friend you had ever made, who had seen you as more than just your parents' only child. You don't leave your room for a week, poring over the newspaper and anything else you can get your hands on. The househelp thinks you're ill— and you are. You're sick with worry, sick with the late nights spent up as you stretch yourself thin trying to find something, anything about him. But when your parents learn of your seclusion, you're forced to give up your search. In the end, you're the only one left to remember the nameless boy with the soft smile and a love for tea.

It is years and years down the line. Wriothesley had been doing well as the administrator of the fortress— so much so that he had been invited to the Palais Mermonia to receive the title of Duke. He had barely managed to sidestep a grand investiture ceremony, instead opting to sign, take the relevant certificates, and be done with it.

When he enters the office of the Iudex, he's met with the man himself and a surprisingly familiar face. One that he had never forgotten, even on days where the ground threatened to crumble underneath him and the walls of his prison cell felt like they were closing in.

Your eyes blow wide, your grip on the documents threatening to rip the papers, and he doesn't miss the slight wobble in your lip as you gaze at him.

"Good afternoon, I'm pleased that you could join us," says the Iudex. He sweeps one hand in your direction. "This is one of our top attorneys,assigned to assist with the processing of your documents and certificates."

Wriothesley smiles, wider than he has in a long, long time, and reaches a hand out for you to grasp.

"Hi," he says, never taking his eyes on your face. He squeezes your hand and feels you tremble in his hold. "My name is Wriothesley. It's nice to meet you."

[sjylouvre]

caring jaeyun

bf!jaeyun x fem!reader

wc: 0.5k

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jaeyun is, how to say it? the most adorable person you've ever met in your life. he'd support you in any situation, he'd be by your side, backing you up.

as you rounded the corner to your apartment building, you saw a familiar figure waiting under the awning. jaeyun stood there, holding a large umbrella and scanning the street. his face lit up with relief when he saw you, there you are!, he called out, stepping forward to cover you with his umbrella, i was worried about you. you felt a rush of warmth at his concern, jaeyun, you didn’t have to come all the way here. you’re going to get soaked. i’m okay love. he shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips, i couldn’t let my girlfriend walk home alone in this weather, could I? come on, let’s get you inside. he wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close as he led you into the building. once inside, he helped you out of your wet coat and handed you a towel, go get changed into something warm. i’ll make us some tea. you nodded, grateful for his presence.

after changing into dry clothes, you returned to the living room to find jaeyun bustling around the kitchen. he handed you a steaming cup of chamomile tea and guided you to the couch, covering you with a soft blanket. how was your day, pretty?, sitting beside you and brushing a strand of damp hair from your face. you sighed, feeling the tension of the day begin to melt away, it was tough. just a lot of stress and pressure…jaeyun nodded, his eyes filled with understanding, i’m sorry to hear that. but now, you can relax. you’re home, and I’m here. he gently massaged your shoulders, his touch soothing your tired muscles. you always know how to make me feel better, you murmured, leaning into his touch. that’s what I'm here for, he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. you do so much. you deserve to be taken care of too. thank you, Jaeyun, you said, your voice filled with gratitude. for everything. he smiled, pulling you closer. always. i love you. he places his hand gently on your cheek and kisses you tenderly. in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt truly at peace. no matter how hard the day had been, you knew that with Jaeyun by your side, you could face anything.

jaeyun would stroke your arm gently and offer to watch something together, you'd end up falling asleep in his arms and he'd smile at your sleeping sweetness. he'd whisper things to you like, I'm so lucky to have you, or I'll be your guardian angel to the end, or you're so pretty when you fall asleep in my arms. all these little things that jaeyun would do or say for you are things that you appreciate so much about him.

note: i wanna hug him so bad, please let me hug him :(

[bunnibaby-love]

hear me out...possessive dom neuvillette...power imbalance......

🧁 Neuvillette x F!Reader 🧁

♡ female reader + kinda non con + barely smut + corruption + manipulation + power imbalance + dumblification

Iudex Neuvillette has been admiring you ever since you offered an umbrella to him. It was a simple gesture that even Wriothesley did but he thinks it might be what humans called love at first sight

It saddened him when he found out you move to Sumeru to pursue your education. He won't be able to admire you while you walk thru streets or watch on the opera house every once in awhile

Once he found out you are graduating, he didn't think twice to offer you the position of being his secretary. He made sure you are only coming to him by blocking any possible work that would want you or what you want

You of couse, accepted the position of being his secratary. I mean what's better position than being the secretary of Monsieur Neuvillette?! It's a high paying job too!

You wish to learn alot from this work experience but you don't feel doing a professional work. It's always the melusine that do paperworks while you just do Neuvillette schedule and make his meals. It makes you feel more of a maid and this is somewhere you didn't wish to pursue

"A resignation?" Neuvillette raise his eyebrows at you "Pardon me but care to explain? i don't understand you leaving such an important and high position? do you think other place would take in you easily like this?"

He always intimidate you but now it's a very scary feeling and you are sweating cold although you tried hard to be brave infront of him "Yes Monsieur i...i rather work with somewhere i can show my skills"

Neuvillette chuckles at that. He is making your life easier now then you actually want it hard? "And you think your skills are that good?" he smirk when he saw you get pale "Leaving a position like this? only well stupid people would" he cross his legs while enjoying your scared expression. "I'll gave you a better..position then"

He stands up to tuck your hair behind your blushing ears "Kneel" you quickly kneeled, scared to angered the iudex

Neuvillette is a cruel man. You perceive him as cold and intimidating man but just know how cruel he is too you.

He won't let you leave the palais mermonia anymore unless he is with you, with his arms around your waist. The people of fontaine just think of it a cute couple and how great you are for taking the heart of the iudex

When it is the opposite.

You are still his secretary by name but, you did anything but that. When the doors of his office closed, you have to sit down on his lap while he does his loads of paper work "Behave or do you want me to leave you at the floor with that tiny vibrator mhm?" you shake your head. The last time he did that to you, you were in that position for 6hours

When a trial is ongoing, you are secretly under his table and sucking his cock with whatever paced he wanted. He makes you fully naked with the thrill of getting caught

You should hate it. He is making you do all of this because of how powerful he is. He knows you have your debts still and can't even pay it if you left because he is blocking everything from you

But, is really living on surviving better than this? sure Neuvillette treats you like how the toy you are but he is also caring. He would gave you aftercare no matter how much he torment you.

"So pretty like this...at your perfect place" you don't want to think about it anymore.

You now enjoy being on the iudex knees and sucking his cock like it's the only meal you need "Good girl" You happily shows off your tongue full of his cum and swallows it

"Im very proud of you dear...especially now that the test says you are pregnant..." he kiss your lips passionately "my wife....mine forever..."

[arcanesea]

take care

PAIRINGS: boo seungkwan x reader GENRE: established relationship, sick fic, hurt-comfort WC: 511 WARNINGS: mention of dying (in a joking manner)

"Seungkwan, I am so sorry for everything…" you said. Seungkwan let out an exasperated sigh, setting the tray he brought on your bedside table.

"You're not dying, my sweet, stop being dramatic."

"I feel like I am though," you said, coughing dryly. It seems like your cold isn't getting any better so you had to cancel your date with Seungkwan. You're also thinking of taking a day off on Monday.

Seungkwan sat on the edge of your bed, placing the back of his hand on your forehead, making you hiss at the contact.

"Jeez, you're so.." he stopped himself from complaining, realizing that he's more or less the same way around you; dramatic.

"I'm gonna go buy some medicine and a first aid box. You need to keep at least one thermometer around." He stood up. "I made you soup, try to eat."

"What if I die while you're out, Kwannie?" You asked, holding on to your boyfriend's hand, not allowing him to go.

"Well, who told you to not bring an umbrella?!" he scolded you. The cold started Friday night after you carelessly walked home despite the rain. In your defense, it was only a drizzle, and the bus stop is literally across your apartment, so that's not much of a distance.

"Fine, I'll just order them," Seungkwan said, sitting back down. "And don't look at me like that."

You smile, wiggling to give him some more space.

"Can you sit? I don't think you should eat while laying down," he ordered. You move up a little, feeling a sudden headache. He snickered at your expression before helping you place a pillow

behind your back for a slight support.

Seungkwan ordered some stuff while feeding you the soup he made earlier. In no time, you've finished the whole bowl. Seungkwan put away the bowl, feeling proud because he managed to scoop out the exact amount of soup for you to finish.

He helped you with water and the last of your medicine, ruffling your hair after you made a disgusted face.

"Will you die if I leave to grab the meds and put this away?" he asks you. You let out a laugh, coughing in the process. "Aigoo, my sweet."

You shooed him with a grin. He smiled at you before leaving you with the finished meals. A sudden wave of drowsiness washes over you, you're not sure if it's the meds or you're just tired. You fix the pillow a little, laying back down. it doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep.

"Do you want to use this?" Seungkwan walks in with a bunch of stuff he bought. The sight of you already asleep stopped him in his tracks, making him cover his mouth quickly.

He puts down the stuff on top of your drawers and walks over to your bed. He then continues to place one finger under your nose, all while trying to hold back laughter.

He fixes your hair before tugging you in tighter.

"You're not gonna die, my sweet, not on my watch."

a/n. every strong independent person needs someone to take care of them when they're sick

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗢𝗬 lando norris x fem! lifegaurd! reader (fluff) “. . . you have to watch a drivers mess around, get hurt, then let him make it up to you.”

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They rented out the hotel's pool, and like idiots on fifty cups of coffee were swimming around trying to hit each other with pool noodles and swimming boards. You could only walk around the pool bored out of your mind watching the boys, it was already so late into the night and you were tired.

You've recognized them long ago, being the athletes your brothers watch race cars every other weekend. What they were doing in Canada? You didn't know. Why were they messing around in your pool? You did not know. You couldn't care less. You just watched and made sure they didn't drown each other.

"Oh shit. Ok ok, stop." One was quick to surrender, his pool noodle being stolen. "My legs cramping!" He complained trying to tread and keep his head above water. Here we go, you sighed throwing your rescue tube in his direction which he quickly grabbed on.

Once you slipped in, you swam calmly towards him. "Don't grab me." You warned moving behind him and putting your hands under his armpits carrying him back. The other boys laughed as they watched, whistling and cheering for him. Lando could only blush with an extremely nervous smile.

He was whispering to the other drivers about how cute you were before and now that he was this close to you he felt his brain short circuit. Once you reached the edge, you held him there hopping out before pulling him out.

Holly hell you were strong. Carlos and Charles swam near him wiggling their eyebrows suggesting-ly at him. The British boy could only flip them off, prompting a loud laugh coming from Max in the background. Pulling the boy away from the edge of the pool you sat beside him with one leg behind his back.

"It's just the cramp?" You asked. Boy was swooning in his head over your voice. You were attractive and beautiful- "You okay?" You broke him out of his thoughts frowning. "Y—yeah I—i just—" He stutterd over his words making your frown deepen. "Did you hit your head?"

"No!" He cleared his throat. "Sorry. No, I'm fine. It's just the leg cramp, yes." You nodded hesitantly, turning your head back to the pool to watch the other boys. Charles and Carlos were quick to pretend you weren't watching with Max and Daniel chasing each other.

"You'll be able to compete on Sunday with that, yeah?" You asked not looking at him. "Sorry?" "You are the race car drivers, no? My brothers watch your races." You explained. "Y—yeah I'll be fine." "Why are you stuttering so much? Are you cold?" You sighed looking at the time.

"Yes." he lied through his teeth. He couldn't take his eyes of you, not for a second as you got up and got him a towel, wrapping it around him before sitting back down with your leg supporting his back. "Thank you for not letting me drown. I owe you one" He broke the silence after a few moments making you shrug. "It's my job."

"I still owe you one. I insist." He tried again making you turn to look at him quietly. "If you insist."

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"You like it?" Lando asked as walked under an umbrella with you through the pitlane showing you the track. "It's pretty." You nodded rubbing your hands in your kangaroo pockets to try and stimulate some warmth.

"So what are you doing today?" You asked not really sure how the sport works. "It's qualifying today, we set our fastest times one laps. The faster you are, the higher up on the grid you start tomorrow, the actual race." You hummed in understandment nodding. "Makes sense yeah."

Lando was glad you hadn't noticed his lingering eyes on you, 'cause he practically hasn't looked away since you stepped under his umbrella with him. The only thing that bothered him was the colours you were wearing.

"Why don't we go back to the motor home and I'll get you McLaren merch." "Sure." And sure enough, you wore the orange themed shirt with the number four on your back. "You look way better in orange." He swooned smiling brightly.

"You hungry?" Once again, you were in the cafeteria eating a fruit salad you managed to get your hands on. "Oh, look at that." Pausing with your eating you looked out the window to find out what the boy was gesturing to only to find nothing. Felling a hand take yours, you looked back to see Lando lifting your hand up quickly to his mouth eating the strawberry off your fork with a smile.

"Hey!" You pulled back your fork once you realized what just happened. The boy only giggled at you in victory. In an act of revence you took a blueberry from his bowl eating it with a 'hmph'.

"Where's the umbrella?" You asked once you were ready to return to the garage for quali. "There is no umbrella!" Lando shoute taking your hand and dragging you through the heavy rain. You quickly ran, trying to match his pace with your already soaked shoes and now wet clothes as well.

"You're crazy." You nudged his chest once you finally arrived in the safety of the garage. 'crazy in love with you.' he though to himself smiling brightly. He's never smiled so much in a day, his team knew so. Mans was crushing hard.

"Here." He offered you his spare shirt which he had worn under his race suit. You gently took the spare looking in his eyes, a soft smile covering your face once you touched the soft fabric. "Thank you lando." "I'll see you at Parc Ferme yeah?" "Yeah." You nodded smiling.

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"Pretty cool, right?" Lando walked along side you, sneaking out of the track through some sort of back door to his car. "What's your address, I'll drop you off home." "Eh, don't worry about that, I cant take the bus from the hotel." "In this weather? No way." He looked at you, not giving you a choice. You only sighed as you typed the destination in the GPS.

That was only the start of a very fun car ride, pumped with music and screaming lyrics. You didn't want to get out when you finally arrived, but lando placed the paddock pass in your hand kissing your cheek. "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Really? And What do I get in return? Supporting you through your race weekend." "A kiss?" "Tell you what, you get podium tomorrow and I'll give you a kiss."

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[dreamy-moonbird]

𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾

⤷ Osamu Dazai x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➤ genre § angst ✎ word count § 4.9k ⊱ warnings § mentions of gunshot, description of injuries, failed suicide attempt, hospital scene, mentions of death, rejection

The sound echoed in the room, unbelievable.

You fearlessly stood your ground in front of the gun, although you were shocked the bullet hit you. The shooter himself stood speechless, watching the smoke exit his abnormal gun in front of you, you weren't even the target at all. You jumped just in time, between when the guy pulled the trigger and right before the bullet hit his original target, whom was the surprised guy behind you.

Dazai Osamu, a name so dear to you. He knows exactly how to get right under your skin sometimes, and other times he knows just the ticks to start out a riot of butterflies in your stomach and make your heart flutter. After all, you couldn't forget the first time you met him.

You were standing on the edge of a building, in a sad thunderstorm. Your tears blended perfectly with the raindrops hitting your face, as the drops streamed down your cheeks and dripped over your chin. Soft hiccups and sobs exited your freezing form, as you watched the busy streets below your toe whilst holding on to the metallic rail behind your waist. Your shoulders shuddered from the cold, as you whined sadly like a puppy. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't.

"Oh my!"

You heard a deep voice from behind that made you gasp, you wanted to turn around but your foot slipped. And so did your fingers from around the rail, letting you fall.

"I gotcha!"

You felt a strong hand wrap around your gentle wrist, as the person pulled you upwards. He sat you on the rail, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you further from the edge to safety.

"There, you're ok."

He said with a smile, letting go of your body and pulling his arms back shoving his hands into his pockets. You looked up to see his dark chocolate brown hair, with a pair of hazelnut brown eyes. He had a calm smile, as he had to look down at you, due to your smaller figure.

"Why'd you do that? I was going to jump either way." You murmured.

Crossing your arms and turning your head away. Only now did the silence alarm you that it stopped raining.

"I thought if we're both here for the same purpose, why not do it together? As a double suicide!" He said, joining you to look out at the buildings and the sea behind them.

"Why do you wanna die?" You looked up at him.

"Let's turn that question around, shall we? Is there really any worth to this thing we call living?" He smiled, looking down at the people who started closing their umbrellas one by one.

"There's a lot, more than you can imagine." You said, and he went silent.

"I lost mine." You murmured, with a last tear slipping down your cheek, but he heard it and stayed silent.

"Then why are you here if you think so?" He asked.

"Guess it was just a mindless moment of sadness. I'm afraid to keep going on my own." You looked down and crossed your arms.

"How about this... I'll be by your side until you find another reason to live for. And you have to prove to me, there is a reason for living." He smiled at you, stretching his hand out for you to shake.

"Deal?"

You blinked twice by the stranger's words, and shook his hand after a moment. With a bit of convincing you two left the building, and went on a walk. You learned that his name was Dazai, and he learned your name. Then you two didn't talk about each other, and none of you asked, until he stopped by a café.

"Let's get a drink, shall we?" Dazai said, making you stop and look at him for a moment.

"I insist." He smiled, opening the door and gesturing you to go inside first.

You nodded and walked in, sitting down at a random table and he sat in front of you. You didn't feel like eating, so you ended up ordering two drinks. He ordered a glass of champagne, which came within 5 minutes, but he waited for your drink to arrive, which was hot cocoa in a white mug. You grabbed it with both hands, feeling it's warmth as you stayed silent whilst starring at the liquid and the steam exiting it.

"For... " Dazai stared at his glass while thinking as he spun it around gently.

"A reason out there... that's for us to live." He held his glass up, with a smile at you.

You blinked twice, and held your mug up, slowly clicking it against his own glass.

That was your first encounter, you still had a trauma aftermath from the incident, but slowly and bit by bit you regained your cheerful personality. And a day after another, you began catching feelings for Dazai. You met regularly on the weekends, and he always took you out for candy. Just like the promise he made, he was always there for you. You learned from one of his friends, that came to pick him up once when you two were out, that Dazai was a suicidal airhead. However, he didn't try to kill himself once after he met you.

One day, you finally decided to let him know that you want to be closer to him more than just a friend.

It was a sunset, where half of the sun was hidden by the sea beside. You were wearing your favorite outfit, while he had his usual, with his coat over his shoulders without his arms being inside the sleeves. You two stood in front of each other when you asked him to meet up, and he asked what is it that you need.

"I... l-like you!" You finally stuttered it out.

A roar of wind came from behind you, and over his face as if adding an atmosphere to his shocked expression. He blinked twice averting his gaze then looked back at you.

"I like you too. We're friends, aren't we?" He rubbed his nape, almost hoping you didn't mean anything else.

"N-no... Dazai, I... I like like you. I wanna be more to you than just a friend. I- I love you." You looked at the ground, with your ever reddening face.

Dazai still had his eyes averted, he couldn't bring himself to look at you. Not in this conversation. You meant a lot to him, the day you didn't text him because you were sick and you were asleep the whole day. He came banging on your door for his life because he didn't see your smile that day. But he just couldn't bring himself to admit the fact he loved you. He thinks he only just likes your company because you're his best friend, and nothing more, but he still doubted himself sometimes. He'd wish you were his, and ask himself a lot what are you to him after all.

After a moment, he brought his hand down, shoving it in the pocket of his pants, then shook his head. He thinks you're probably just as confused as him, he's your best friend, and you probably just care about him so much you think you love him.

"I don't like you that much." He frowned at the ground, shocked at his own choice of words. Although he was wondering at the back of his head, do I?

His heart ached at how rude he said that, and his breath invisibly hitched when he looked at your shocked and hurt expression.

"I'm here to take care of you, remember? Until you find your reason to live. Till then, it's better to just stay friends." He averted his gaze again.

You stood in silence. You didn't cry, or say anything, and neither did he speak again. After a moment he walked towards you, and patted your head before passing you by.

"After that, it's better to go our own separate ways." He said, removing his hand and walking away, not calling after you and you didn't follow him.

You turned around, and watched him leave as a little tear streamed down your face but you wiped it instantly.

But I found my reason to live.

After that, things were cold for a week, mainly because you were hurt at his words, and you took time to heal up. Figuring out that there's nothing you can do, he has no feelings towards you, so beat it. Being his best friend is better than a stranger, right? Avoiding him and mourning won't fix anything. So you called him, after the so many missed calls you had from him. You apologized that you didn't pick up, and told him that you didn't want your feelings to break your friendship with him. He was more than happy to hear that, and as time passed by you went back to your happy-go-lucky aura, and the awkwardness was erased from between you two.

Which brings us now... you had to protect your reason to live, and he, who couldn't process that he did care about you that much, watched his life crumble behind him as you took the bullet. It was a frozen moment, where he just processed your position, and only the sound of your high pitched yelp snapped him back to reality.

"Ack!" You gasped, letting the blood gush out of your mouth.

The bullet hit right under your left chest area, however, the gun was unusual and so was the bullet, it was wider than any normal gun bullet, and it almost made an explosion in your internals where it hit. Blood also gushed out of your injury as the momentum of the bullet pushed you back, but Dazai caught your body before you hit the ground.

Dazai was speechless, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to chase away the life out of the guy's eyes, as Dazai watched you ache on his lap. But he wanted to be by your side, and take care of you, in case these really are your dying breathes.

"Stay still, I got it!" Atsushi came running after the guy as he sprinted away, and another person was heard to be calling the ambulance outside the room.

Dazai watched them leave, then he found himself strangely holding you close to him while starring at you.

"Y-you... what the hell would you do that for?!" He slightly shook you, pressing his hand against your injury to stop the blood from flowing out.

"A-aah..." You starred at his bloody hand, over your own bloody hands in fear as tears streamed down your face. Simply because of the pain, but you had no regrets.

"That's not what I need right now." You whined and turned your head away from him, referring to his yelling.

"Look at me!" Dazai said, not any less freaking out, as he pushed your head back in his direction.

"Y-you... you shouldn't go, we had a- we had a deal! Remember?!" He grabbed your shoulder tightly holding on to you, almost as if by doing so, everything will just rewind and you two won't even be here.

You let out a weak chuckle as you brought your hand all covered in blood up to his face, he didn't flinch and just looked at you. You caressed his cheek with your fingers, as they quivered to stay still against his skin, so he grabbed your hand lacing his fingers with yours, finally understanding it all.

"You really are a dork." You smiled at him, the smile he always waited at night, so impatient to see the next day, making him feel like he'll never see it again.

"Don't you see?" You huddled up to his chest, still holding his hand, as your eyes started to close.

"You were my reason to live." You winced, looking at him through half closed eyes, your smile never leaving your lips.

"I'm not scared, ok? And I have no regrets." You whispered to him, as he slowly rocked you on his lap.

Holding your head to his chest, never letting go off your hand. Soon enough, a tear by tear started going down his own face. He didn't make a sound, as he stared at you in shock and fear. You didn't break eye contact with him, and kept on your smile. Although your body grew tired, and more tired with every second.

"D-don't close your eyes... please." He whispered, his lips quivering as he stroked your cheek.

Never in his life has he ever felt so desperate.

"I'm... not sad, so please. Don't be." You smiled, your eyes now closed as you leaned on his palm.

And with that, you blacked out.

Dazai shook you gently urging you to wake you up, without being annoying, but to no vail. Emergency came rushing into the room, stripping your unconscious form away from his grip. He held onto your arm but a nurse guy held him back, to which Dazai wanted to punch him off but he didn't.

"Sir, you need to calm down!"

"I have a heart beat! It's fading."

Dazai's eyes widened just at the thought that this is it, ending his struggle against the nurse, but he got up once he was let go.

He ran after you, as you were taken to the ambulance car. He sat by your side before they closed the door, and held your hand the whole ride, hoping you'd open your eyes again. Luckily, the ride wasn't that long so you were quickly placed on to a hospital bed and pushed into the building, with nurses coming rushing to your side one by one. Dazai followed you all the way inside, until a nurse stopped him before they took you away behind a door. Dazai pushed her off, leading to more nurses and maybe even a few random passerbys to stop him.

"Just- take care of her!"

The only thing that made him stop and go silent, was right before the door closed. He saw you, giving him a thumb up with a half awake smile. You knew it was going to be ok, so maybe just maybe it will. After all, he can do nothing but just hope.

Evening sheltered over the city like a blanket, and stars appeared in the sky by turns as the dark side of the moon stood in the middle of the sky. Dazai stayed in the hospital, he lost count of the amount of hours he's been sitting here for. He never moved or changed his position, sitting down with his elbow leaning on his lap and his fingers laced together. He received a few calls, and missed most of them, until he saw Atsushi's title on the phone, of course he answered, waiting to hear whoever shot you is captured.

"Yes?" He murmured calmly, but it was obvious that deep down he was losing himself, piece by piece.

"Good." He bit his thumb, thoughtful.

"They're still not letting me see her yet." He ran his hand over his face.

"I'm not hungry." He said, almost angry.

"Yeah, ok. Bye." He hung up, without waiting for the other line to bid farewell.

He exhaled and leaned back, letting his head rest on the wall as he stretched his legs in front of him. He started thinking about the last words he heard from you.

You were my reason to live.

Again, he leaned forward letting his head rest in his hands.

"But are you sure?" He whispered to himself, although he was subconsciously asking you.

He opened his phone and starred at some pictures and videos he took with and of you. Then he remembered the time when you confessed your love for him, as he drowned his face once again in his palms.

I don't like you that much. That's what he told you even though he wondered, do I?

He groaned, almost pulling at his hair.

"Of course you do! You idiot! How have you missed it?!" He yelled practically to no one, growling silently to himself and shaking his head.

"Of course I do, I don't like you. I love you." He rubbed his temples with a hand, as he took in deep breaths.

"And... now... I'll never be able to let you know." He murmured to himself, then sighed, leaning back again.

He kept remembering many moments he had with you, many thoughts he had of you, and many reactions he had for you. How did he never notice? He missed something that was right under his nose, truly an idiot.

One time, two months after you confessed, and everything cooled down, you two were sitting in a café, laughing about something that was very dumb, random, and makes less sense than hot ice. He excused himself for a phone call, and when he came back after five minutes, he found you giggling with another guy. He enjoyed the fact you were more guarded and formal, with the guy than you were with Dazai, whilst you were laughing with Dazai more than you were laughing with the guy. But again, the guy is sitting in Dazai's place like it's his own, what the hell? After processing the situation, and walking up to you. He stood behind you, resting his elbows on your shoulders and leaning on your head as he laced his fingers together in front of your neck.

"Who's this?" He asked.

Your face took a deep shade of red, as you starred at your food.

"D-Dazai, meet Hiroshimi." You gestured to the black head with the blue orbs in front of you.

"Pleasure to meet you, com'on we have to leave." Dazai said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out the café.

"Wait what? Dazai-" You said, as he pulled you off.

The waitress, who was already all too familiar with Dazai's in and out feelings for you, collected your own stuff with a plan to have you pay later as she didn't stop you, but as a matter of fact, wished you good luck.

"Dazai!"

Dazai was almost growling to himself, with so many thoughts, like how could he leave you? How could the guy come and sit with you? How could you accept it? Almost as if his property has been trespassed.

"Dazai!"

You called again, still simply following him without resisting, but he still didn't answer.

The angrier he got, the tighter his fingers on your wrists got. Almost as if the further you walk away from what happened, and the tighter he holds your hand, his anger will just vanish.

"Dazai, you're hurting me!"

Only then did he snap, when you winced and held his wrist to yank it away. He stopped in his tracks and after a silent moment of realization, he let go.

You looked at him with a confused frown, as you rubbed your wrist, and he watched you rub away his fingerprints from on your skin.

"What the hell was that back there? What is wrong with you?" You snapped at him, in anger and confusion.

His eyes widened in pure shock, as he got lost trying to reason what he did.

"What is wrong with me?!" He pointed at himself.

"What's wrong wrong with you?? Since when do you randomly sit with strangers?!" He snapped back.

"Dazai, that was an old friend! He was sitting with me, and even if he wasn't. Even if I didn't know him, why would you do that?!" You gestured to the café.

"You can't just... sit and laugh with random guys!" He shook his head at the ground, then looked at you.

"What the hell is up with that?! It's not your choice to make! And I'm not that type of girl either!"

Am I jealous? He wondered, as he stayed silent. It's true you're not that type of girl, but why is it that it pains him to just remember the image of you laughing with that friend. No, I just don't want her to get hurt.

"I just- don't want you to get hurt." He sighed, reasoning himself although he was still uncomfortable with the fact that this was not the all true answer.

It took you a moment to respond, because it purely didn't make any sense. There was a moment you thought and wished Dazai was jealous, but you immediately wiped it out to not get your hopes too high up.

You finally said with a sigh.

"Well thank you very much, but I can take care of myself."

Silence fell between you two, there was so much Dazai wanted to tell you but even he didn't have it cleared out, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Samu, you really shouldn't have done that." You gave another sigh, using the nickname you have for him to ease the tension.

"I'm going back." You stepped away from him, as you crossed your arms and walked back to the café.

He reached out for you, but he stopped his hand as he watched you leave. He sighed and shoved his hand back into his pocket, walking in the opposite direction.

As he remembered that, it almost felt like you walked away on him that day just because he walked away on your confession and that if he didn't, you wouldn't have walked away either, but in both times, he was the one who let you go.

"If only..." He whispered to himself as he stared at the ground.

"(Y/N) (L/N)'s guardian?"

He heard someone say, and snapped when he saw the white coat.

"How is she?" He shot up, eager but still containing himself.

"We were able to stabilize her condition to a level, however we should stay guarded." The doctor said calmly.

"She's fine, we just don't know if she'll wake up or not. Our only fear is how easy it is to have her slip away." The doctor explained, when Dazai raised an eyebrow.

"How long will it take for her to wake up at most?" Dazai asked.

"We're giving her a week and up, due to the drug we had to give her, and the already tired state she arrived in. We should start to worry within half a month or so." The doctor explained as he looked at the notebook he had in hand.

"Can I see her?" Dazai asked calmly.

"I won't recommend it but go ahead." The doctor said, not expecting Dazai to listen to him anyway.

With that Dazai rushed into your room, and the doctor walked away.

He looked at your calm peaceful form breathing on the hospital bed, your breath appearing and fading on the plastic oxygen mask as your chest got up and down. The only sound in the room was the repeated beep of the heart monitor, along with his own breathing. He observed for a moment, before making another rush to your side, grabbing your hand with both his hands gently and bringing it to his face.

"Damn it, I'm so sorry." He almost teared up as he kissed your hand.

He felt your hand barely tighten one of your fingers on his hand, but he was convinced it's just a flinch, or an illusion.

"I promise I'll make things right if you wake up. I'll wait" He whispered, mostly to himself.

And so the wait began. A full 24 hours passed by, and another day, soon enough the week was over.

Nurses repeatedly asked him to leave but he glared them off, and they couldn't use force in a patient's room. His friends and colleagues visited regularly, to check on him. Atsushi even bought him food and some coffee once.

"I got you some bento, and coffee."

He awkwardly walked in and placed the things next to Dazai, who didn't respond and just kept his head down.

"She'll wake up, make sure you're in a good health to welcome her."

He patted Dazai's hair then left, not waiting for a response, since he got used to it, but he was slightly glad to see the old bento box he bought two days ago half empty.

"Don't make her blame herself that you did this to yourself, this is no one's fault. This was going to happen either way."

And with that he closed the door behind him. Dazai blinked twice at his words then looked at you.

"Maybe if I just- let you go. This wouldn't have happened." Dazai whispered to himself, placing his palm on his face.

His thoughts rewinded to when you met Hiroshimi. Maybe if he just walked away, you would've been attached to Hiroshimi more than Dazai, and wouldn't be here. The image of you with him pained Dazai, but you in a hospital bed pained him more.

He thought it would be best and less painful if you two stay away from each other, if being separate was your destiny then it's best to stay unattached. However here you are, unattached and it still hurts like hell.

The silence was broke by your humming as your breath hitched. It immediately snapped Dazai back to reality, to see your frowning face and narrowed eyebrows. You repeatedly tilted your head softly, slowly and weakly as your hands tightened on the covers. Dazai got up to stand by your side, he gave the sped up heart monitor a glance before grabbing your hand.

"Shhhh, you're ok." He held your hand and laced his fingers with yours, placing his other hand on your head to stroke your hair.

Your hums turned into low groans, as you let your head tilt in his direction.

"Saa.mu.." You whispered tiredly, struggling to open your eyes or say the words.

"Hey." He kissed your hand while stroking your bangs repeatedly.

"Hi." Your voice was much weaker and drier, as you struggled to even smile.

"How are you feeling?" He smiled.

"I feel shot, man." You whispered with a tired smirk, blinking slowly.

He barely chuckled and shook his head, barely biting his lip to hold back a tear but he failed and it slipped down his cheek.

"God damnit..." He hovered over you, picking your head up and your torso into an embrace.

He had an arm wrapped around you on your back, while he picked your head up to hug you properly without having you give any effort to hoist yourself up.

It took you a moment to realize this, but you eventually wrapped your heavy arms around him, you laid them on his back to be more accurate, but you still returned the embrace as you leaned on his shoulder.

"Don't do this to me ever again." He whispered.

"I mean... if you're gonna hug me like this, I can take a bullet-" You said, but he cut you off.

"I'll hug you all you want!" He pulled back to look at you, making you blush.

"Just- don't- please..." He murmured, lowering his head to press his forehead against yours as he stroked your cheeks, some tears streaming down his cheek.

"Osamu?" You whispered, cupping his face to dry his tears using your thumbs.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)... I'm so sorry. I thought that it would be easier and less painful for the both of us if I just stay away. I wanted you to be happy, and I was scared." He whispered, as he looked at you again.

"I never thought I cared this much, and I never thought it would hurt this much." He stroked your cheek with a hand and stroked your hair with the other.

"If it's gonna hurt either way, then it's better to be with you. I'm sorry I never realized it earlier, but I love you. I really do. I always have, and I'm sorry I never told you before, but I'm telling you now." He said.

"I love you to the point I want to spend my life, and after life with you. There is a reason for living, and my reason is you. I love you to the point you make me happy I never got a chance to kill myself." He murmured, and that line pissed you off, but this is Dazai, for the love of god, how else will he express his love?

It was silent for a moment, with your cheeks on a shade of red and the heart monitor was sped up more than normal.

"I... love you too, Osamu. I always did, and still will." You smiled softly.

His lips barely curved into a smile as he grabbed your head and slowly planted his lips on yours. You once again laid your arms on his back and neck, letting him hold you as you kissed back.

Meanwhile outside the room, Atsushi was pointing a gun to the doctor, as a sweat drop streamed down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I can't let you go in right now." He said.

The doctor starred at the boy, covering his face with the notepad, as the boy turned to his friend.

"Did he make a move yet?" He asked.

"Wait.... oh my god, oh my god, they're kissing!!" The friend cheered in a whisper as he was peeking through the ajar curtains of the room's window.

"Yes!" Atsushi said.

"I fucking hate my job." The doctor murmured as he walked away.

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[joon4eva]

5+1 — kim namjoon.

OR, five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

genre. established relationship ✰ fluff, smut (18+), slight angst

word count. ~3214 words

tags. oc pretty much takes forever to tell namjoon that she loves him back; oral sex (m. receiving); unprotected sex; cowgirl position; namjoon is whipped but so is oc; oc quit being so damn dramatic

it's been exactly forty-six days since namjoon told you he loved you. you can feel your chest tightening at the memory.

the first time he had said it, his eyes shimmered with emotion as he gazed at you confidently. he didn't pressure you into saying it back, but that didn't make the decision any easier for you. he assured you multiple times that he wasn't expecting you to reciprocate instantly; he merely wanted you to know how he felt. in the past, you had been hurt by people you'd trusted, and the thought of baring your soul again was terrifying. namjoon was well aware of this.

love had always been a double-edged sword for you. it was a word that carried immense weight, tangled with past hurts and disappointments. the memory of how he looked when he had first told you always replays in your mind. so sure, so genuine. his eyes spoke worlds of sincerity, and you wished you could find that same strength. because it was true; you did care about him —no— you loved him. but opening yourself up to love again meant exposing your vulnerability, risking the possibility of being hurt once more. the challenge now was finding the right moment – and the strength – to tell him. it has become obsessively frustrating.

in the quiet corners of your heart, there were five distinct moments when you desperately wanted to tell him you loved him:

the first time came just a week after he told you he loved you. it was pouring with rain– cold droplets slamming against your skin – and namjoon went out of his way to walk you home under the shelter of his umbrella despite living in the complete opposite direction. despite this and despite your protests, he insisted. with his umbrella firmly held above both your heads, his gentle smile warmed your heart as water dripped down onto his jacket's collar, soaking him through while trying to protect you from getting wet.

namjoon grinned through raindrops clinging to his face, casting a sidelong glance at you before reassuring you, "it's a great excuse to spend more time together." heavens knew how easily that brief twinkle of adoration in his eyes could have coaxed the confession from you then and there.

the second time was an early morning when namjoon knew he would not see or talk to you throughout the day since his busy work schedule kept him occupied. as you groggily rubbed sleep from your eyes and checked your phone, there was a message from him:

joon ♡ : don't forget breakfast! it's cold outside so enjoy something warm :) i'll be thinking of you. love, joon.

attached was a cute selfie of him pouting while holding up a piece of toast as if to say, "see? i'm eating. you should too." the text glowed on your phone screen in the early light of dawn, filling you with warmth as if it could chase away any lingering remnants of sleep.

one morning while preparing for work, you find namjoon sitting in your shared living room, quietly reading a book as sunlight filtered through the curtains. as you slipped on your coat, tugging uncomfortably at the unfamiliar fabric under his watchful gaze, his attention shifted subtly from the novel's pages to rest upon you. a small yet meaningful smile graced his face while he studied you intently.

feeling both shy and slightly self-conscious with the weight of his eyes on you, you glanced at him and then away. "i'll be back later in the evening," you announced, the words spilling out in a rush. "and i'll bring dinner." his response was simple: "okay. love you." and then that familiar dimpled grin of his emerged as he returned to his book and the chapter awaiting him - almost like it was just another routine sentence to say every day.

you're left rooted in place, a momentary shock at hearing those words pass again so casually between his lips dulling your movements. panic quickly set in as the need to get to work on time surged through you; without another word exchanged between the two of you—no acknowledging glance or reassuring smile—you hurried out flustered. the tears welled up in your eyes while frustration overtook you.

on the third instance, it was his birthday, and you had prepared a surprise for him.

you had spent hours planning the perfect day filled with small surprises and thoughtful gestures tailored just for him. from his favorite breakfast waiting for him in bed when he woke up to the neatly wrapped presents and handwritten notes hidden around his apartment—every detail had been meticulously planned.

with each note he read aloud and every sparkling tear that touched his cheek, your heart threatened to burst from your chest. but as he pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close for a tender embrace, fear tightened its grip on your voice. the vulnerability that love demanded felt overwhelming, and you hesitated, grappling with the desire to pour your heart out and the fear of baring your soul. so, instead of speaking the words that danced upon your tongue, you tightened your embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

the fourth time came after a dinner party with some of your closest friends. namjoon had looked incredibly charming and every bit like the perfect boyfriend. he was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with dark trousers that hugged his toned legs perfectly.

he was the epitome of a gentleman throughout the evening, consistently attentive to your needs. he held doors open for you, maintained eye contact when you both conversed, and even shared bites of dessert with you using the same spoon. as mundane as this would sound to other people, this was all just new to you. namjoon also took several opportunities to compliment you in front of your friends and found subtle ways to touch you affectionately while he talked to your friends – holding your hand or ever-so-gently running his hand along your thigh beneath the table, his caressing fingers gradually moving upward before retracing their path all the way down. his presence made your heart race all night long, but it was his occasional teasing touch inching dangerously up and down your leg that drove you to the edge.

as soon as both of you got to his apartment, namjoon had barely begun speaking when you pushed him back against the wall and pressed your lips onto his. the raw need in your eyes said more than any words could.

"can't… can't take it anymore," you stammered between kisses.

he was caught off guard and managed to stutter out, "w-what has gotten into you?" as you peppered a trail of wet kisses all over the column of his neck. his eyes were wide and dazed, a swirling combination of disbelief and lust.

"there's something i need," you murmured against his lips as your hands fumbled with his belt buckle.

with namjoon's pants bunched around his ankles and his back pressed against the door, you eagerly dropped to your knees while looking up at him – locking eyes and taking him into your mouth as he gasped softly in response. his appreciative moans served as music to your ears as you bobbed up and down; they grew louder once he tangled his fingers into your hair.

"don't stop," he breathed out shakily, reaching climax and releasing every ounce of his cum into your mouth, which you entirely swallowed.

breathlessly, namjoon allowed himself to be practically dragged by you towards his bed where he laid back against the headboard. his clothes now discarded on the bedroom floor along with yours; only illuminated by dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, you straddled his hips and sunk down on his cock, moaning his name loudly as you felt every ridge and every inch of him deliciously stretch you open. your hips bounced diligently and relentlessly, and you willed yourself to push past the fiery sensation building in your thighs.

the dazed look in namjoon's eyes as he watched you was a sight forever burned into your memory — his hands moving to guide your hips in a steady rhythm as he kept his back pressed against the headboard for support, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as they trailed down his face and neck. his moans filled the room – sometimes soft and breathy, at other times deep and guttural – intermingled with throaty curses.

afterward, exhausted and sated, you collapsed onto namjoon's chest, feeling the warmth and strength in his embrace as he gently stroked your hair.

the silence was broken by namjoon's breathy exhale as he uttered a quiet, "wow," coaxing giggles out of both of you. you raised your head to look up at him, pressing a tender kiss onto the corner of his lips, following it with a deeper one right on his mouth.

his hands continued their soothing journey along your back, fingers caressing the delicate skin while gazing at you with a hazy post-orgasmic expression. "everything okay? we barely made it through the door after dinner before you dragged me into the bedroom," he asked gently, drawing laughter from you.

as you traced circles along his cheek with a delicate finger, all you could muster in reply was, "nothing, i just… appreciate you. a lot." flashing him a coy smile, you added, "and also…you just looked really hot at dinner."

with a chuckle, namjoon squeezed your side and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you tightly, as if to make sure you wouldn't slip away from him for even a moment. his hand slipped from your back, traveling up to cup the side of your face.

"for what it's worth," he murmured sincerely, "i appreciate you just as much – if not more."

as both of your breathing slowed and synchronized with each other's heartbeat, it was then that the words almost tumbled from your lips – just how much you truly loved him too. and though you didn't say it out loud, somehow, in that moment, namjoon seemed to understand.

the fifth moment unfolded late one night when out of nowhere, namjoon showed up at your door at 2 a.m., pleading for you to go eat together. he insisted his sudden burger craving could not wait until morning. with an irresistible grin on his face, he managed to convince a grumbling, half-asleep you to join him to satisfy his hunger pangs.

so there you were, parked in an empty lot eating burgers together. you could never say no to namjoon.

as you both sat in your car, the atmosphere was light and easy. the image of him eating so nonchalantly in his adorable cartoon pajamas still brings a smile to your face – his large frame somehow looking small and innocent inside your car. you bickered playfully about the merits of dipping fries in ketchup versus mayonnaise.

"oh come on! ketchup is way better with fries!" namjoon exclaimed between bites.

he flashed a cheeky grin at you as he continued eating. then, as if to prove a point, he dipped an already ketchup-soaked fry into even more ketchup - only to miss his mouth entirely. the bright red condiment smeared on the corner of his lip. the look of determination on his face quickly dissolved into confusion.

biting back a grin, you reached across the console to wipe off the ketchup with your finger. "can't take you anywhere," you murmured, before popping your finger into your mouth, savoring the tangy taste as you raised one eyebrow. his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth full of burger, and then, in one spontaneous movement, he leaned across the center console to plant a greasy kiss on your cheek.

"namjoon!" you squealed, feigning annoyance as laughter bubbled up in your chest. "now i have burger grease on my face!"

it was in that moment – as namjoon flashed one of those smiles that could have outshone the moon itself – when you felt the words right there on the tip of your tongue until a familiar anxiety held them back.

—

it was a chilly evening when work schedules had kept you apart for over a week. after much tip-toeing, you decided this was the night you were going to tell him. you picked up your phone and dialed namjoon's number, hoping to hear his voice and perhaps even see him that night. to your dismay, he failed to answer both your calls and texts. worried that something was wrong and missing him dearly, you slipped into your shoes and donned a warm jacket before making your way to the front of the building where he worked.

standing outside his building, waiting impatiently while shivering in the freezing air, your anticipation grew as time turned sluggish. and when he finally appeared, your heart skipped a beat, only to plummet moments later.

when he finally emerged from behind those doors, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion – your eyes locked on him as he exited, but much to your surprise, he was not alone. walking beside him was another woman. their camaraderie appeared innocent enough – perhaps she was just a coworker – but then she lightly touches his arm and laughs at something he said. namjoon's hands are both shoved into his pockets as they pause near entrance to continue their conversation. your heart sank as the woman pulled out her phone, leaning in to eagerly show something to namjoon, who couldn't help but coo at whatever it was. you stand there rooted in place as jealousy, like a ferocious wildfire, seared through your veins, igniting an inexplicable rage.

eventually the conversation ends and they part ways. namjoon's gaze shifts, eyes landing on you as he spots you standing there stiffly. oblivious to your internal conflict, his face lights up with a surprised grin as he strides towards you, visibly puzzled to find you there yet eager to close the gap between you. with tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you abruptly turn away and begin to walk home, attempting to shield your burgeoning feelings.

it was all irrational, really. namjoon never gave you a reason to not trust him. but you suddenly felt like you were somehow destined to re-live the same thing over again; the distance, the secrecy, the lying–even though namjoon himself has never done anything like this during your entire relationship. would this mark the beginning? it scared the shit out of you.

you could hear him call your name, confusion lacing his voice. with no sign of stopping and keeping your distance, namjoon went from a stroll to a sprint, frantically trying to reach you.

his calls grew louder and more frantic, and the sound of his footsteps closing the distance sent your heart racing further. he finally caught up and gently wrapped his arms around your trembling frame along with yours around his waist.

"what's wrong?" he panted breathlessly. "why are you out here in the cold? why are you crying?"

gasping for air and choking on tears that now freely flowed down your cheeks, you managed to stammer out: "i… i called you, and you didn't answer… i missed you, and i came to see you, but then i saw you with–" the words spilled out between gasps for air, your voice quivering.

namjoon's eyes widened with disbelief and understanding, as he realized the true cause of your distress. his reaction was one of tender empathy; immediately drawing you into a tight and warm hug.

his touch felt both comforting and reassuring as his hand cradled the back of your head, his voice filled with tenderness. "oh, my love, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to worry you." you clung to him fiercely, as if he'd vanish if you let go; your every tear searing his shoulder like acid.

"don't worry," namjoon reassured gently while still holding you in his arms. "she's my colleague... and she’s actually gay. she just wanted to show me pictures of her baby who was born recently. it was nothing more than that."

you softly gasped, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions. you blubbered out an apology, retreating back into his chest as a fresh wave of sobs broke through. "i…i'm so sorry… i shouldn't have thought like that…"

namjoon rocked you both soothingly in his arms. "it's okay," he reassured, rubbing his large hand up and down your back soothingly. "we all make mistakes; it's all okay."

slowly pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, namjoon cradles your face in his hands – his touch warm and gentle. with care, he wipes away the remnants of your tears with his thumbs. as your sobs subside and are replaced by soft hiccups, namjoon's warm breath brushes against your forehead before he presses a tender kiss onto it. "today was really hectic at work," he admits with a shaky sigh, "i should have called to keep you in the loop. i'm sorry for making you worry like that, baby."

but instead of answering him, your inner turmoil ceased as you looked into his deeply concerned eyes; realizing that this overwhelming emotion inside wasn't just jealousy. it was love — desperate, all-consuming love that begged to be acknowledged and reciprocated.

through teary eyes, you look up at him in disbelief because he just seemed almost too good to be true. the words slip from your lips before you could stop them.

"i love you."

for a moment, namjoon freezes and blinks at you, his eyes searching yours intently, looking for any trace of uncertainty. it felt like an eternity before he reacted, and during that brief pause, the anticipation made your heart pound wildly in your ears.

finally, namjoon breaks into the most adorable smile you'd ever seen, barely managing to suppress a giggle by biting his lip. gently rubbing your arms to calm you further, he responds: "i know."

"namjoon!" you tearily half-scold, half-laugh in disbelief, playfully hitting his arm. he bursts out laughing at your reaction, intertwining his fingers with yours affectionately.

"it must have been difficult for you to say that."

through the remnants of tears, you admit: "i've tried to tell you so many times… but every time i wanted to say it… i just-"

namjoon doesn't let you finish your sentence. he watches you closely for a moment before leaving your hands to cup your cheeks delicately in his palms. as he pulls you closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a slow and mindful kiss.

his tongue tentatively grazes the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them slightly. his teeth lightly graze your bottom lip, coaxing a quiet sigh from within you. a soft moan escapes before you're able to stifle it, and only then do you recall that the two of you are still standing out in public. the taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips at the loss of contact.

"i told you i wasn't expecting you to say it back," he murmurs, "the way you show me your love every day is enough. you, just as you are, are enough for me."

[wzy3ka]

| busy彡 Y.JW ( 양정원)

idol!jungwon bf!jungwon x reader

warnings: none

Jungwon has been missing your phone calls lately because of work.

He's preparing for their world tour and he always comes home very late at night.

You hated him being away from you. you were slowly losing your patience.

When he came home, he was exhausted and couldn't even walk properly..

"Babe... I'm sorry." he said as you faced your back at him pretending to sleep

"Are you mad?" He pouts as he walks over to you

You never spoke a word to him as he plays with a strand of your hair.

"I'lI make it up to you. I promise!" He said

You look at him with a grumpy expression.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your calls, I was practicing too much that I even forgot to eat.." he chuckles making you sit up

"What???" You yelled

"Are you okay?? Why didn't they feed you?? You're overworking yourself!! Stop doing that!!"

Jungwon laughs and gives you a peck on the lips

"I'm just playing.." he laughs

"Why you-"

"Well, that's the only way I could get you to talk to me.." he shrugs

“I'm kinda hungry though,"

"C'mon, I'll make you something.." you said

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"You always say that and end up sleeping halfway through the movie."

"I can't help it..the couch is very comfortable. Really showed its' purpose. This is a good couch!" He said and pats the seat beside him

"What movie are we going to watch?"

.

"She would've ended up with him if she confessed. right, ba-." you look over at him and he was fast asleep

"You're the one who suggested we should watch a movie, now you're sleeping again.." you mocked

You couldn't stay mad at him because of how adorable he looked under the covers.

"I'll make it up. to you. y/n.." he was sleep talking

You let out a laugh and rested your head on his chest as you slowly drifted to sleep.

.

Once you woke up, you noticed Jungwon wasn't there beside you anymore and left for work.

You were about to pick up your phone and found a note beside it.

Good Morning, My love! I already made breakfast for you. Meet me at the train station at 8. I promise I'll make it up to you!

P.S. dress nicely!;)

Love you always, wonniewon!

"Silly guy." you thought

A notification popped up and it was jungwon sending you a message.

I’ll see you there! ;)

"If you would actually be there.."

you joke

.

It was nearly 8 and you've finally arrived at the train station.

Memories suddenly hit you like a bullet train. This was the place where you and Jungwon first met.

Two teenagers very passionate for their future, never thought would end up together.

You let out a laugh as you recall all the memories with him at this place.

Raindrops start to fall.

"Ugh! I forgot to bring an umbrella.."

The main was too far away and you wouldn't want to miss Jungwon if ever he'd come.

You were having second thoughts if you should stay where there is roof or just wait for Jungwon.

"What's taking him so long. " you said

You suddenly hear footsteps behind you..

You were suddenly covered with an umbrella.

"Missed me?" He asked

"Where have you been?!" You turn around and punch his shoulder

"And I love you too!" He laughed

"Wait, you're soaking wet." he said and takes out a napkin from his pocket

He wipes all the water off your face and gives you his coat.

"I was a little late because.. I got you these.." he said and handed you a bouquet of tulips

"Tulips reminded me of the first time we met here.I was crying about my first crush and you were listening to For you by Leehi and Crush while drawing tulips on your arm."

"Oh yeah. and I handed you my earpiece because I didn't know how to comfort you.." you laugh

Tulips look good on you, my love."

He smiled

"Really? Thanks, babe.." you gave him a peck on the cheek

"I should be given an award for this," he said as he celebrates his victory

"Why?" You laugh

"Because I'm the one who remembered our anniversary."

"It's today??" You were shocked

"Happy Anniversary, Babe!" He said and kissed your forehead

"I totally forgott... I'm sorry.."

"It's fine.. satisfaction check, did I make it up to you?"

"You sure did!"

"Were you satisfied?"

"Very!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Ofcourse! And it would stay that way till the day I die!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you any gift. " you pouted making him chuckle

"That's alright, maybe next time you could get me one if you could still remember when our anniversary is." he said as you smack his shoulder with your pouch

"Hey, give the man a rest! I've done so much for this to happen!"

"So, what are we gonna do next?"

You asked him

"Well, better get ready. Our adventure awaits!" He said and holds your hand as the train finally arrives.

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"You'll be quiet for me, won't you, Will?" Albert Wesker x William Birkin smut

Word count: 1282

Content: implied cheating - semi public?

Summary: Wesker was in the lab alone with William and noticed how stressed he was and decided to help relieve his stress right then and there.

It was late at the Umbrella Corporation, yet a certain Birkin was still in his lab, even after hours. And his... 'coworker' stayed in his lab with him. Wesker was oddly quiet, but the silence was comfortable for William. The scientist sure as hell was exhausted, not bothering to sit down while he worked at a desk in the lab to try and keep himself awake since his mug was now empty of cold, black coffee.

As William reached over the desk to grab a piece of paper to write on, he heard Weskers shoes make quiet noises against the tile until he was right behind him, "Yes, Al?" William asked, too tired to immediately recognize how Wesker was feeling. He only realized when he felt Weskers cold gloves on the waist of his waistcoat as he was still bent over the desk. Then he really understood, and quickly.

Weskers touch made the younger mans face warm up as he turned his head back to look at him, his expression was hard to decipher due to his sunglasses, but his touch spoke a thousand words to William, "Al..." He muttered under his breath, "Not now. Annette may still be here. And other scientists-" He blurted out excuses quietly so no one else but the older man could hear, but said mans touch continued, trailing his fingers from Williams waist to his hips, "You'll be quiet for me, won't you, Will?"

William could certainly use a break; he knew Wesker would stop if he told him to, but deep down, this could really help with his stress and exhaustion. "But I can't just stop my work..." He grumbled to himself, trying not to cause any disturbance to progress. While waiting for a response, Wesker hummed and slowly froze his movements, patiently anticipating if William was going to give a word of consent to continue.

After a brief moment, William groaned, turning his head back to look at the man behind him, "...I need this, please." He finally pleaded, making Wesker feel that warmth grow hotter inside himself, "Say no more, my dear..." Trailing off, he continued his touch, reaching forward of Williams waist, one hand raising to his chest and the other lowering towards his stomach, making the mans legs already start to shake slightly.

All that could be heard was the man against the desk, his breath growing heavier as did his lust for the moment, wanting an escape from his stress and just sinking into the pleasure he was going to receive.

The way William always quickly gave in made his secret lover feel a tinge of proudness, how quickly he falls, "How would you like it?" Said secret lover asked, making Williams face flush a bit, always being awkward and embarrassed when it came to saying what he wanted, "Just do whatever you want, Al. I'll take anything, please..." He responded shakily, the creative freedom making Wesker a little surprised, but even more excited for what he may do.

Weskers hands moved painfully slowly, pulling Williams lab coat slightly out the way and undoing a few buttons of his wrinkled and white button up. He leaned forward and started kissing the back of Williams neck, the scientists messy blond hair grazing against the side of Weskers face as he trailed his fingers down and down, finally reaching Williams belt and swiftly undoing it.

William had gotten impatient and tugged his pants a bit out of the way, the front of his boxers exposed where a small wet spot was forming. Weskers gloved hands grazed the bulge forming through the fabric, immediately making William shudder. That feeling never fails to make William throb. He loved the feel of Weskers leather gloves on him like this.

Instinctively, William bucked his hips forward and into Weskers hand, his body begging for pleasure. Wesker was amused, watching how William reacted to even the slightest movement, which makes him go wild, "Desperate, are we?" Wesker teased at the other mans actions, "Shut up and just fuck me, Al..." He responded in a breathy voice, "I can't wait any longer, please-"

"Can't wait for a single moment..." Wesker took his hands off of William and started undoing his own belt, also revealing the bulge in his own briefs as William slid his boxers down to give Wesker access.

Without warning, Wesker slowly and tantalizingly grinded against Williams backside, making him moan deeply, but still trying to be quiet. The only thing was Weskers briefs trapping what William was aching for.

Wesker pulled away for a moment too long, the small sound of a bottle opening making Wiliam confused and having him turn his head to see what was going on, only to see a small bottle of lube in Weskers gloved hand, "Give me your hand, Will." He ordered, "You came prepared..?" The other asked, turning his torso and reaching his hand toward Wesker, "When am I not prepared?" He remarked as he put the cold lubricant on Williams fingers.

Without Wesker having to tell William what to do, he immediately went back into position against the desk and reached a hand down, starting to slowly finger himself to try and prepare for Wesker. As the younger man did that, the older got himself out of his boxers, softly strocking himself as he watched William stretching the warm entrance Wesker was about to enter. Watching William shudder and hearing him whimper, biting his lip to not be too loud.

William looked back, staring at Wesker barely stroking himself, practically drooling at the sight, "Did something catch your eye?" Wesker teased once again, to which William just nodded, making a tiny 'mhm' sound.After a few minutes, William pulled his fingers out and turned his head to glance at Wesker, waiting for the moment he had been wanting. Wesker had lubed himself up a bit ago when William was preparing, so it didn't take long for Wesker to slowly insert himself, quietly groaning at the feeling as William put a hand on his own mouth, trying to stop or at least muffle his moans.

William already feeling himself getting closer, "Al, please, i'm so close..." He admitted, making Wesker grab at his hips and going faster, the other struggling to stay quiet, "God- Holy fuck..!" William moaned into his hand.

Out of nowhere, Wesker took a hand off of Williams hip and reached lower in front of him, gently grabbing his member before quickly going back and forth with it. William was no longer saying anything, just making sounds of pleasure into his hand as tears ran down his face. And finally, after a few more moments, William reached his high, biting down on his hand to prevent any loud moans as well as thrusting into Weskers hand to ride out his high.

"Go and clean yourself up, Will." Wesker spoke in a breathy tone, pulling out and beginning to reclothe himself, "You're not gonna cum too?" William asked, visibly confused, "I just wanted to relieve your stress, "I'll be fine, my love."

With that, William stood up from leaning on the desk, quickly fixing his outfit before someone walked in. He swiftly walked over to the exit of the laboratory but paused for a moment when his hand met the doorhandle and looked at his lover, "Thank you for that. I love you, Al." Then he made an exit, leaving Wesker alone in the room, "I love you too, Will." He responded despite him already left the room.

Wesker cleaned up Williams mess from his glove and the laboratory floor, properly disposing of what he used to clean with, and walked back to his office alone. 

Havent posted in forever and deleted my old posts so heres this for me coming back

I havent written in forever as well so im sorry if its a bit bad

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How Long? (Part 1)

Leon x F!Reader

Summery: You and Leon are being sent international, the reports of a group from another Government Organisation dealing with Umbrella's experiments.

Words: 1,727 Contains: Domestic Leon, Good Husband.

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Your phone rings at 2:34 in the morning, Leon's arm reaching over you as it was on your bedside table. Eyes opening with his scent filling your nose, the ringing beside your head pulling you from your sleep quickly. Answering the phone Leon puts it on loud speaker. "Condor and Owl." Leon answers.

"Leon, (Y/N). So sorry for waking you both. You have been given orders from the President about some information that just came to his attention. The report read of a Bioterrorist Attack on a village in Central-Southern Europe. Your briefing will be held at 7am, Room 9." The all too familiar voice of Hunnigan came through from the other side of the line. 

You rub the sleepy dust from your eyes. "Thanks for giving us a heads up early, Ingrid."

"Anytime." She then ends the call, the phone's screen showing the current time, date and a picture of you and Leon as the lock screen. Leon lays back in the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a "PFF" sound and a groan. At least you guys got to sleep a little longer, and you didn't live too far from the DSOHQ and Offices.

"Europe, huh?" You repeat after a small amount of silence.

"I wonder what it could be this time." Leon leans over you once again to put your phone back in it's place on your bedside table. This time, though, he stays leaning over you. Looking down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, you looked so cute laying there with sleepy eyes, hair messed and spread over your pillow.

You were in your Late 30's, Leon in his late 40's. Both of you were getting older and going to each job was starting to get harder and harder. The only way you were both going to get out, was if you died on the job or until you died of old age. And right now the both of you were hoping it would just end soon, the only thing keeping the two of you alive was the thought of leaving the other behind. You smile as he kissed you, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back. He pulls away from the kiss and lays his head on your chest, arm wrapping around you and tucking under your back as he gives a disgruntled sigh.

"We should get some more sleep before having to wake up in a few hours." You suggest, rubbing Leon's back and getting comfortable in your new position. 

"Mmm.." Was all he hums as he was already on his way into the escape of sleep.

You give a smile and exhale a laugh through your nose before it comes to your mind once again.. You have been holding off, not sure what Leon would think about it. Maybe in the morning.. No.. You WILL tell him in the morning during breakfast. He needs to know. You fiddle with the wedding ring on your left hand, your thumb spinning it on your finger. "What's on your mind?" Leon could feel the motion of your fiddling on his back, it was a nervous tick you did when you were thinking about something important.

"I'll tell you in the morning.. Just go back to sleep." You instruct. You could feel his face scrunch up on your chest but he doesn't say another word, trusting you would tell him or he was going to have to pester you if you didn't.

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You had finally managed to fall asleep after about 20 minutes, feeling Leon's comforting weight on your own body as he slept. Waking up to your usual Alarm of 6am Both of you lay there for a moment, waking up before Leon rolls off of you and sits up. Rubbing his face and hand through his hair, he stands up and makes his side of the bed before walking downstairs to have the first shower. You watch him until he was out of sight before getting up yourself, pulling the bedsheets up and heading downstairs to start making the two of you breakfast.

Bacon and eggs on toast, seeing as you wanted to tell him what had been plaguing your mind the past couple months. You made him a nice coffee in the expensive coffee/hot chocolate machine he had bought you as a birthday present last year. Done by the time he was out. Hopefully this would soften the blow from the body slam of information you were about to drop on him.

"Bacon and eggs? This must be serious.." He says doing up the buttons on his navy shirt, making his way to the island bench and sitting on the stool his meal was placed in front of. He was a little nervous, the look he gives you was one of concern, uncertainty and fear. You never made breakfast for the two of you, it was usually him. The last time you had made breakfast was when you told him you had declined the offer of Chief Advisor, the DSO needed to fill the position after Simmons was killed in China. That or when it was his birthday or ended up getting home late from a separate job, but those times didn't count. You were both there this morning and both about to head out on a job, so the fact that you had made him breakfast sat sideways in his gut. He also couldn't think of any type of of news you might want to convey to him as nothing other than the usual jobs had been happening in your lives.

"Yes.. I'll have a shower and tell you when I get out." You walk towards the bathroom, showering and getting dressed, you both needed to leave soon. Walking to the kitchen Leon was cleaning up, having finished his breakfast and coffee. You stand at the island bench starting to eat your own breakfast, now cold from waiting until you got out of the shower. You couldn't bare to eat with him if the news backfired, not wanting to ruin his favourite meal.

"Alright.. You're back from the shower." Leon leans his side against the island bench, standing beside you as he dries the frying pan with a tea towel, his ice blue eyes burning a hole in the side of your face.

You sigh and put your fork and knife down, turning to face him, your eyes lock with his. He could see the uncertainty and nervousness in them, his brows furrowing. "I'm pregnant..."

Leon's hands stopped drying, his chest had stopped moving as he unknowingly held his breath, eyes widening. You search his face for any sign, whether it be good or bad, just anything. "Leon, breathe.." You say taking the pan and tea towel from his hands to place them on the bench in case he dropped them. "Leon, say something.. Please?" You almost beg as you take his hands in yours.

He exhales after your reminder to breathe and holds your hands tight, looking down to the rings on your fingers. "I... How long?!"

You were surprised, his tone wasn't angry, in fact it was one of intrigue. "Almost three months now."

"THREE...!" He pulls his hands from yours and laced them in his own hair, his eyes still not leaving you. "So you were when we...?" You nod at his question. "And the last one?!" You nod once again.

"And in the Alaskan Mountains." You add.

Leon turned to the side, leaning his lower back against the bench, his face resting in one of his hands, his other arm across his chest. "Leon? Honey, I need to know what you're thinking.." You plead with him.

"I.. I don't know. I can't let you go on this mission, you've already been pushing your body too much. What if you get hit in the stomach?!" His bottom lids had become wet, though you couldn't tell what emotion had caused it, he was all over the place right now.

"What? I don't think they will allow me to just not go when I'm needed." It was a difficult situation to be in, especially with this line of work.

"I'm sure they can make an exception, you could miscarry." 

"I know, Leon... I have thought about it every single day since I found out." You weren't fighting, but voices were slightly louder than if you would be having a normal conversation. "I thought I should tell you before we go on this job." You say tucking your hands under your arms, neck sinking into your shoulders as you look to the side.

Leon looks to the clock, you had a little bit of time before you had to leave. Turning back to you he wraps his arms around you, he heard you sniff and he tightened his hold. "You still haven't answered me." You say snuggling into his front.

"I'm happy.. I just.. It's difficult to think about this kind of thing."

"I know. But I'm glad you're not upset."

"What?!" Leon grabs your arms and pushes you away from his body, looking you dead in the eyes. "I could never be upset about this. Yes, we're getting older and yes, our job probably isn't the best or safest for a baby. But I could never be angry or upset." His bottom lids now let the tears spill from his eyes.

You reach up to place both hands on either side of his face, your thumbs rubbing away the tears. Tears of happiness. "Thank you.. But I promise to be careful, just like I have been already."

Leon didn't like the sound of it, now knowing you were pregnant meant he was going to have to keep a closer eye on you. He nods and reaches up to take your hands in his, kissing your knuckles. "We should get going.."

You nod in agreement, pulling away from Leon you take a few more mouthfuls of your breakfast and racing to grab your gun holsters and pouches, strapping them around your waist and thighs before attaching the gun holster to the back of your belt. Heading out to Leon's bike you pull on your own leather jacket waiting for him to hop on first before you slide on behind him.

"Read?" Leon looks back to you as he starts the motorbike.

"Ready."

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🏷️: @phoenix666stuff @maehemthemisfit @greywardensaywhat @growingupnrealizing

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How does their conversation go 👁️__👁️. Would she be completely closed off? Would she be understanding but tell him off for how he treated her?

It might be hard because we (aka me) don't really know too much about this girl since it was all from Peter's POV so her character and her motives aren't as fully fleshed out as I would like but I will give it my best go!

He walked into the coffee shop early. He hadn't slept the night before. He'd spent his night getting stoned then tossing and turning until he finally gave up and got ready. For the first time in a few days, he actually showered, though, he had no clean clothes to change into afterwards which felt like it defeated the purpose.

He ordered them each their own coffee. Some how, through the fog in his mind, he still remembered her favorite drink.

Peter took a seat outside under the shaded umbrella of a table set in the back. He tapped his fingers anxiously against the cool metal. What was he supposed to say when he saw her? Did he jump straight into his rehearsed speech or let things unravel slowly? Did he offer to hug her as a greeting when she arrived?

No, no. That was too much.

Did he stand up? That seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. Did he try to pull out her chair for her for was that a step too far?

Shit. She was here.

His heart rate spiked and his breath caught in his throat.

Peter jumped to his feet. It just felt like the natural thing to do. He felt like he needed to stand in her presence.

"Hi!" Too enthusiastic. Tone it down. "...Hi. Hey."

She gave him a stiff smile, eying the second drink at the table, "For me?"

He nodded, "Of course."

Peter slid the drink across the table, afraid to pick it up and hand it to her in case their fingers touched. He didn't want to cross any boundaries with her. He half expected for it to be thrown back in his face but, instead, she took it and sat down opposite him. He quickly scrambled into his chair after her.

Awkward silence settled around them.

He watched her sip her drink and desperately wished he had a cigarette to busy himself with. He didn't actually want the coffee sitting in front him. It was just something for him to fidget with.

"Your-"

"I'm-"

They both tried to break the silence at the same time.

Peter gave a half hearted laugh and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "You go first."

"You're hair looks like shit," she spoke.

He let her comment sink in before a smile grew across his lips.

She wasn't wrong.

At least it was washed.

"Yeah, well, I said some really shitty things to my favorite hair dresser and treated her like shit so she rightfully left me to rot in my own filth."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "You never thought to find another hair dresser to deal with your hair problem?"

Peter shook his head, his voice softened, "There would never be anyone as good as her."

Now it was her turn to crack a smile.

She leaned back in her chair and he felt a sense of ease wash over him.

"You're an asshole, you know," she quipped.

Peter gave a sad grin and nodded, "I know. Trust me. I know."

She studied him carefully, watching his every micro expression, and finally licked her lips, coming up with a silent conclusion to her thoughts, "Come on." She stood up and started to walk away, turning over her shoulder to shout. "Hurry up! Follow me, dickhead."

He quickly did as he was told and hurried after her, abandoning his coffee on the table, "Where are we going? Are you bringing me somewhere to kill me? Because I'd let you if that's what you want."

He fell in step beside her, keeping her in his peripheral. She looked determined but calm.

"I'm going to cut that horrid mop on top of your head. I'll decide if I want to Sweeny Todd you when I'm through. You'll have to wait and see."

Peter looked down at his feet with a smile.

He was forgiven. Sort of. Almost. True forgiveness takes time but this was a start. She understood him better than anyone. She could read him with just a look. He had no doubt that she got everything she needed from him the moment she sat down and looked him over. She knew he was sorry. She knew he felt bad. She knew he regretted everything. She knew he was broken and hurting and grieving and lost.

She didn't need words to know the real him.

He wore his sorrow on his sleeve.

I wasn't really sure where I was going to take this when I started so I just let the vibes take over. I think this is more realistic between friends than some big speeches or giant confessions of apologies tbh. When I think back to fights I've had with my friends in past, we always "make up" by just being like "eh forget it i love you anyway even if youre a dick wanna come over and eat pizza with me??" and let things go. Esp with this particular story, it's not like he did anything too crazy besides take her for granted and publicly yell at her. I've screamed at a friend in middle of my high school parking lot before and we were besties again like the next week. I think that's just how real friendships go.

"You're an asshole." "I know." "Great, let's go hang out."

Sometimes it can just be that simple! Insult each other, laugh about it, and then move on. If you're close enough with someone, you should be able to read them without words and know exactly what they're thinking just from a look. If someone is sorry, they show it through body language and how they act. Sometimes words are just extra fluff.

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If you want to could we have a scenario with the cafe tag role reversal au? Maybe readers first time going to the cafe and being met with Clyde and Saber as like a little callback to the first Cafe tag post?

The pet cafe's opening week. Lines spread down the block with the lure of being catered to by an adorable and friendly cast of hybrids joined by a special guest to kick off the launch. Saber was well known in the modeling industry for his looks and charm. Being a high class breed and a hybrid of one of the most common house pets were a clear boost to his popularity. It was no surprise the cafe reached out for his aid which was an obvious success. He had been everyone's first choice for a host, and booked the entire duration of the collab. All this attention was just too much for the poor feline.

"Hello, I'm here for my appointment with Clyde."

Saber's claws leave divots in the table. The hostess manning the front desk offers the customer a warm smile as they lead them to their table, depositing their umbrella in the bin beside the desk. A chipper bee that the customer has to speed walk to keep up with and leaves them a honey flavored sucker as they leave to get their coworker from the back. The poor unaware rabbit ducks behind the coffee table as the doors to the break room fly open.

"Clyde! Your twelve o'clock is here!"

Clyde's pale face drains of color as a menu is shoved in his arms. "What?! I thought you were joking about that...."

"I was at first, but then a real request came in like five minutes later." Robbie pushes their coworker towards the door." Well, don't keep your first waiting. Go, go, go!'

Clyde fits his hair as he's pushed into the dining area. He continues to smooth his curly locks, and tries to make himself look as presentable as possible for his first master of the day. He's never been called on before. He's used to taking meal orders for the guests waiting for more popular pets like that feline. Passing the table were Saber sat crowded by an entire group of people, Clyde feels a chill run down his back as his temporary partner shoots him an icy glare. Creepy. Saber's never been nice to him, but he's never done that before. He could worry about that later. Focus.

"Table six... table six.. Ta- Ah! Here we go. I apologize for the wait, master. Welcome to the cafe, can I get you something to drink to start you off?"

"I'll need a moment to decide. Can you sit next to me until then?"

"Certainly!" Clyde takes a seat on the edge of the booth. It was easier said than done. He couldn't figure out why someone had chosen him, especially a cute human like them if a side view was anything to go off of. Were they using him for something? Maybe they only requested him so they could watch Saber without the wait. Why was he dumping such accusations on a stranger? Why did they feel right?...

"I'll just take a water for now, and sip of whatever you want."

"....Pardon?" Did he hear them right?

The guest looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'd use a separate straw of course, but I thought it would be okay since I saw others doing it and I didn't want you to be left out."

His ears had been tugged on a lot throughout the years - but he heard them loud and clear. They... actually wanted him. Was that him overthinking again? Clyde prayed not. Someone was asking about him. Someone was looking at him. He had been noticed.

The guest looks under the table as their silverware slides into their lap. "Are you alright?"

Clyde holds down his leg, face as red as the tie around his neck. "Y-yes, just- a bit excited. I'll go get those drinks for us."

In the split second it takes for Clyde to hop away from the table, a few face takes his spot. The customer had taken to watching the falling rain outside the window so they remain oblivious to his presence. The slippery feline rubs up against the guest's forearm much to their confusion. They put on their friendliest uncomfortable smile and pull their arm away, waving with a limp wrist.

"Um... Hello"

"Hi there." Saber purrs, switching one leg over the other as his tail falls onto their thigh. "Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah actually, I think his name is Clyde. I thought he was super cute, so I wanted to meet him."

Saber rolls his eyes, picking up the pieces of his friendly facade as he leans on their shoulder. "Awww, don't be like that. I'm sure we could have more fun together than you could with him."

"Really, I'm not interested."

Saber, ever the prideful, refuses to back down. He scoots closer, heavy rain pelting his ears. Thunder claps drilling his sensitive ears with tremendous boom that crumbles his ego and his body to the floor. He covers his ears with his hands and hisses, plugging the holes with his fingers as if trying to make himself go deaf. Hands pulling him away, and cushioning his head with their chest prevents him from doing just that. The guest strokes his head and hushes him as the thunder died out.

"There, there. You're alright." They help him back to the chair and check to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Their hands are so soft. They fade from contact as the guest looks over his shoulder. "Clyde's back. You going to be okay?"

Saber, admitting defeat for now returns to his original table. Clyde bites the flesh of his cheek to keep his smile from spreading too far.

"Master, I'm back. I hope you enjoy milkshakes?"

"Sounds good." The guest scoots back over to their side of the booth, petting the rabbit's hair much to his surprise. Through his salt and pepper locks, they notice a single black dot behind one of his ears. "You don't have to call me master if you don't want to. Y/n is just fine, but if we're handing out nicknames you mind if I call you Spot?"

Spot's leg starts to bounce again. Please let them become a regular.

[qtforgs]

i could get used to this | kim minji

The sand, a shimmering expanse, glimmers under the caress of the sun. It stretches out like a vast, golden mosaic.

The waves of the ocean crash softly against the shore, blending with the sound of your heart beating. Its cerulean depths unfold in gentle undulations, a symphony of blues that shift and blend seamlessly.

All you smell is her. A mixture of distant flowers, soap, and sun drying her hair. There's a sweet, almost flowery scent that surrounds her.

Minji's head rests on your lap, her eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her face.

It's the first time she's had a day off in what feels like forever. She's been working hard, waiting for this day, and she's finally free.

You take a deep breath, enjoying the ocean air on your skin. The sun is shining, the skies are blue, and everything is perfect. The two of you sit underneath a beach umbrella that the both of you struggled to stick into the sand.

You watch her as she lazily drags her hand in the sand, her thumb tracing small circles. You can't help but smile when she occasionally opens her eyes and looks at you.

"You know," she says with a smirk, "I could get used to this."

You chuckle softly, your fingers lightly brushing against her cheek. "Lazy beach days with me?"

She nods, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of playfulness and affection. "Absolutely. Just you, me, and the waves."

"Maybe when we're old and wrinkly," you tease, "but for now, I'll take what I can get."

Minji giggles, her laughter music to your ears. "Hey, don't rush us into old age just yet, bro. We've got plenty of time for lazy beach days."

Her words warm your heart, and you find yourself falling even deeper in love with her in this idyllic setting. The weight of the world melts away, leaving behind only the pure joy of being together.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reach for her hand, gently tugging her closer. "Well, since we're here now, how about we make the most of it? What's on the agenda, beach explorer?"

She feigns a thoughtful expression, her finger tapping against her chin. "Hmm, let's see. We could find some shells, and maybe walk on the shoreline for a while. " Her voice trails off as she looks at you, her eyes eager and hope-filled.

You can't help but kiss her, your lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. "Sounds perfect,"

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: So, I was trying to work something out about Kafka's ass and the sparse amount of hair on it that he's self-conscious about but holy god, I couldn't do it. I started like 4 different things, all of which were not even close to what I was going for. So, here we are. With another idea I had about Florist!Kafka. I had this idea yesterday, I think. Thank goodness I can check this off of my to-do list. There are too many now. It's getting bad, guys. My feelings for this man are becoming an issue lol. Anyway. I about vomited when I finished this because the ending could not have been more perfect (for me?). I love it. I hope you guys like it too!

C/W ::: None. Just more smooshy lovey shit. Sorry not sorry. Maybe I'll carry on with this after the fact. Idk. Let me know if I should whip something up for later? Like after the initial thingy happens?

WC ::: 621 ish

Florist!Kafka has seen you walk past his little pop-up shop every day for the last 2 weeks and he feels like if he doesn't get to talk to you, he'll burst. He does what he can to get your attention and he'll smile at you. You smile back, politely, sure. But that's becoming not enough. He wants to talk to you. With you.

Florist!Kafka has had enough when he sees you making a run for it from one side of the street to the other when it's raining and he's sitting comfortable and dry under the large umbrella that covers his portable cart. He calls out, jogging toward you with an extra umbrella he has.

Florist!Kafka who trips over his own feet and goes flying through the air, knocking you over, too. You're both laying in the biggest puddle you've ever had the displeasure of encountering. Not only that, but he's lying on top of you, face to face. You can feel his breath fanning across the bridge of your nose.

Florist!Kafka who jumps up faster than he ever has gets right to work on helping you, making sure you're ok and that you didn't hit your head or anything like that. He apologizes profusely, offering you to come sit down at his cart to rest for a moment - to collect yourself, were his exact words.

Florist!Kafka who wanted nothing more than for you to take him up on the offer so he could spend more time with you. More importantly, so he could ease his mind and actually see you get some rest. You're always rushing off to one place or another and he wants to see you just "BE".

Florist!Kafka who is delighted beyond words when you agree to go sit with him for a moment, "to collect yourself," as he put it. You thought it was sweet how he was fussing over you. He wouldn't take no for an answer when he offered you a bottle of water. So, you took it, graciously. Thanking him for his kindness but reiterating that he doesn't have to go through this much trouble for you.

Florist!Kafka who disappears around the other side of his mobile stand for a couple of minutes and comes back with a single yellow rose with a bunch of black tulle floofed up around the stem and an unnecessary apology for you. He blames his uncharacteristically clumsy nature on how pretty you are - this isn't the first time you've made him slip up.

Florist!Kafka who blushes when he sees how happy his observation (and the rose) made you. He wants to ask you out so badly but he's not feeling the bravest right now - despite his ability to fight actual monsters when he's really "working". Love is a beast he has not conquered yet. Though he's reveling in the strength you give him just from being there. He could kill a thousand kaiju after a single kiss from you.

Florist!Kafka who hopes you are ok when he lets you leave him to go off and take a second shot at your day. He watches you all the way until you turn the corner at the end of the block and disappear. He smiles for the next 15 minutes straight because he got to be with you for a short amount of time. But still, he had some lingering thoughts.

Florist!Kafka who worries you won’t find the little note he put in the tulle. 

Florist!Kafka whose lingering thoughts were all shattered when his phone alerted him to a new notification; a text. From you! He opened his phone, scrolling right away to read the message ...

"Meet me where I fell for you. Come hungry. - Y/n"

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you really have a gift when it comes to writing!

exestolovers! with mason, set after england comes back home after getting eliminated. mason is on the reader’s doorstep in the rain waiting for her to come back home.

she comes home but she’s with another guy (her co worker or something) and mason is all like i’m sorry i’ll leave you two. she stops him is like hey no come in and thanks her her co worker for walking her home. then in her house his word vomiting his disappointment and sadness to her because she’s truly the only person he can be vulnerable with. then mason asks if they can give them another try ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥰🥰

another shot

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: none

A/N: thank you so much anon! i genuinely enjoy writing so much. i’m 90% sure the layout of this fic is messed up, but i am working on fixing the issue

He sat on the couch on your porch, waiting for you to arrive home so he could speak to you. His hair was disheveled, dark bags forming under his eyes as the rain poured down heavily, exhaustion written all over his face.

A few more minutes pass and he finally sees you walking into your yard, but you were wrapped up in conversation with your coworker who'd offered to walk you home since it was raining. You were laughing and smiling, two of the many things Mason loved about you, but you were doing those things because of someone else. Someone who wasn't Mason.

Mason stood up, the sight of you and another man immediately making him rethink his decision to come here.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you two-" Mason shows a small smile before grabbing his umbrella and walking towards his car. A hand on his arm stopped him.

"No no, you're fine. Come in" You smiled before thanking your coworker and unlocking your front door.

From the moment Mason stepped inside, he felt like he was back at home. The smell of your favorite candle (that you always repurchased because you couldn't get enough of it) filled the air upon entry, causing a smile to form on his face.

“Would you like some tea?” You offered kindly as you walked around the kitchen. Mason shook his head before sitting on one of the bar stools you had set up at the island.

“So, you & him…” Mason started before you interjected.

“Just friends, Mase. He was walking me home because my car has been at the shop all week and he wanted to make sure I got home safely. That’s all. No need to go into ‘jealous ex boyfriend’ mode” You jokes as you put your kettle on the stove, leaving Mason silent as he kept his gaze focused on the countertop in-front of him.

“Sorry about the elimination, by the way” Mason lifted his head to look at you, clearly in shock that you watched the game.

“You watched it?” He asked as you nodded.

“Never stopped. You know I was a fan of the sport before you & I even got together” You smiled at your ex. Even after months of grief, you could never bring yourself to hate the man in-front of you, despite how badly he’d broken your heart a few months ago.

“Why are you here, Mason?” You inquired as Mason sighed.

“I miss you” He blurted out. Before you could respond, he spoke again.

“I was such a dick to you, Y/n. I thought that I needed to be alone and focus on football for a bit, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You don’t know how much I’ve cried over my stupid decision to leave you, and I know you must’ve cried much more than I did, and I’m truly sorry for what I put you through”

“Wow uhm- that was certainly unexpected” You let out a laugh, but immediately frowned upon seeing Mason’s look. He was being serious.

“I accept your apology, Mase. I hope you know I couldn’t never find it within myself to hate you for what you did to me”

“Why’d you let me in?” He asked.

“Like I said, I can’t hate you, so there’s no bad blood on my end, so us talking wasn’t an issue for me. Plus it was pouring outside and you looked cold” Mason laughed as you said the last sentence.

"If you want, maybe we could this another shot?" He said as he gestured between the two of you, to which you nodded.

"I'd really like that, Mase" You smiled as Mason got up from his seat and made his way towards you, bringing you into his warm embrace.

You really missed this. This is what you'd been waiting for the second you broke up, and you finally had him back.