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suskz · 10 months ago

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no i.n. fics is crazy.. he's so pookie

well ill be the first then 😼 i.n. x reader where like, everyone in skz knows they like each other except them cause they're both stupid losers pining? make the fluff so sweet that I lose all my teeth from cavities (im mentally insane)

tyty love ya babes 💋

Just friends?

pairing: Jeongin x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

t/w: fluff ; Jeongin is just a cute little baby bread ; friends can kiss ; innie is a sucker for physical touch (yours).

a/n: I’M BAAACK (I guess???) Y’ALL!! *awkward silence*. We all love soft clingy innie! I’m so, so sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy!

It’s so sudden that both of you jump slightly in place. The door opens, and the voice is heard in the room —if not throughout the entire apartment— before the figure can even be seen: “Stop fucking!” It’s Changbin’s voice, loud and clear, “And do something useful, it’s your turn to go grocery shopping today.” His tone lowers, becoming normal.

You’re half-lying on the bed while Jeongin has his head resting on your chest and one leg thrown over yours, as you both scroll through your phones, occasionally showing each other funny videos you find.

Jeongin rolls his eyes at his words and groans, “Do we really have to?” He complains.

You, on the other hand, have flushed cheeks and try to discreetly hide your ears.

“Actually,” the older one begins, thinking, “Y/n doesn’t have to because she did it last week. You get up and go now; there’s nothing in the fridge.”

At his words, Jeongin’s hands tighten around your sweatshirt into fists, and his face snaps in your direction, “No, you’re coming with me, right?” He asks so quickly it seems desperate. And it’s phrased as a question, but you don’t really have a choice; he would take you with him anyway.

You smirk, “Aw, is baby afraid to go to the supermarket alone?” You pout at him playfully and take his face in your hands.

He pouts like a child, and you bite your lip to keep from smiling at his cuteness, but you fail, and your lips curve upward.

“Since you’re teasing me, I’ll go ask Hyunjin hyung to come with me.” He holds back from calling you a ‘jerk’, but just as he gets up, you pull him back down and place an arm over his body to stop him from leaving.

“Is baby upset now?” You hold back a laugh that would only annoy him more.

“Let me go.” He demands, even though he could easily leave on his own since you’re not really putting much strength into your hold.

“Chill, I’ll come with you.”

He doesn’t change his expression and doesn’t say anything in response. You place your hand on his head and ruffle his hair energetically, messing it up, and he starts squirming under your touch.

His eyes squeeze shut, his lips form a thin line, and his nose scrunches up.

“Get a room.” Changbin teases, and although his voice sounds disgusted, you can clearly sense the little smile on his lips.

You stop moving your hand, “We’re already in a room.” you state.

“Ah, right, I’ll just leave then.” he says just before closing the door and walking away quickly, his footsteps clearly audible to the both of you.

“I hate you.” Jeongin mutters as he fixes his hair.

“You love me.” You smile, turning your eyes back to your phone screen.

His eyes linger on you for a few seconds, his movements stopping. A sparkle passes through them, and a thought, ‘Yes, I do’, runs through his mind, but he quickly hides it, afraid that you might read it in his eyes —even though you’re not even looking at him.

He quickly settles back next to you on the bed, this time lying a bit farther from you, turned in the opposite direction from where you’re sitting. You give him a confused look, even though he can’t see you.

“I think I’ll take a nap, I’m tired.” he mutters with his eyes closed.

You don’t comment on the fact that he didn’t seem so tired a little while ago; instead, you move closer to him and place your face in front of his.

His eyes open, “What?” he asks, sounding more annoyed than he meant to.

You pucker your lips, “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss?” you ask.

“Always so demanding.” he rolls his eyes with a smirk, lifting his head slightly to give you a quick peck on the lips before resting his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes again.

You smile with satisfaction. You really find it sweet that the two of you share this kind of intimacy in friendship. You don’t even remember how it started; you just know that by now, it’s not strange to see the two of you share a quick kiss on various occasions, even in simple moments like this one.

After all, what’s a quick peck between friends?

You sit back up with him facing away from you.

And you watch him, maybe for a moment too long because he speaks, “I can see that you’re staring,” he states, “What are you daydreaming about?” he asks you with a mischievous grin.

You feel a sense of embarrassment, and your cheeks heat up. “I just want to touch your hair, it’s so soft.” you admit.

“Heh, I know. Do you like my new haircut?” he asks you with a curious smile, turning to look at you.

“Too much.” you reply, feeding off his happiness and pride.

Then, eventually, you gently thread your fingers through his soft hair, feeling him relax and lean into your touch.

You know perfectly well how much he loves having his hair stroked —even though he claims otherwise— and how much it helps him fall asleep.

You smile and decide to join him, lying down behind him and wrapping your arms around his body.

Jeongin feels his body grow warmer and his stomach flip, but he remains still and relaxes when one of your hands intertwines with his fingers, soon falling asleep in your arms.

—

“Oh, shit.” Jeongin mutters, watching the heavy rain outside from inside the supermarket.

“We don’t have an umbrella, do we?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

That’s why you find yourselves running through the heavy rain, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

You’re soaked from head to toe, and the sidewalk is so slippery that it was inevitable you’d fall.

Jeongin stops and quickly reaches you to help, “Aish, you’re so clumsy!” He bends down to give you a hand, first moving his hair out of his face.

“I’m slowing you down,” you lift your head and extend an arm towards him in a gesture of surrender, “You go on ahead, soldier; I’ll carry on when I have the strength,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

His stunned expression makes you burst into the laughter you were holding back. He watches the way your face crinkles and hears your voice rise so loudly that it’s clearly audible over the sound of the rain, which has become just background noise.

And it’s as if a ray of sunshine has settled right above you, just the two of you, with your clear voice managing to brighten even the worst moments.

Your laughter causes him to laugh as well, and he collapses onto the ground in front of you, ending up on his knees.

And it’s so sudden that for a moment it frightened you, that warmth you felt in your chest upon hearing his vibrant voice and seeing his almost carefree, smiling expression.

“Come on, get up now, we can’t stay here.” He says gently, helping you to your feet.

You sigh in frustration, “I can’t, my shoes are hurting my feet.” You admit, letting a small plea show in your voice, hoping he might help you, giving him puppy eyes.

And so, for the rest of the way home, he runs and you ride on his back.

He was actually about to leave you there and continue on his own, but in the end, he took pity on you after your persistent pleading.

“You’re so exhausting!” He complains when you both cross the apartment door.

You giggle, sniffling, and thank him. “I owe you a favor.”

“You say that every time.” He gives you a look, “I’m going to take a shower, don’t bother me until I’m done.”

Seungmin appears just as Jeongin is leaving, “Woah.” He turns to you, “Did you walk in the rain?”

“We ran in the rain.” You correct him, emphasizing the word ‘ran’.

“I ran in the rain.” Jeongin states before turning the corner and heading into the bathroom.

At the thought of what happened only a little while ago, you feel your cheeks strangely warm up and a sense of embarrassment spread inside you. A peculiar embarrassment, especially for something like this.

Seungmin looks at you, and something flashes in his eyes, something you haven’t seen and wouldn’t have known how to interpret, “Do you like Jeongin?” he asks suddenly, so directly.

You should deny it, you know you should, but something inside you clicks with his words; hundreds of thoughts surrounded by a cloud of doubts.

You remain silent, perhaps for a second too long, and your answer seems to confuse you even more than you already are, “I don’t know.”

—

When Jeongin is sick, he’s always so dramatic. He always claims he’s dying from a headache, feeling faint, and lacking the strength to get out of bed.

All this for just a simple cold.

This time, you think back to all those times he’s said similar things, and you consider that he might not be entirely wrong. Maybe it’s the intense sensations he experiences that are making him seem delirious.

Why else would he wrap his arms around you, holding you from behind in such an intimate and affectionate way in front of others, if not unconsciously?

Anyone could walk into the kitchen and see you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Jeongin always claims he has a certain reputation to maintain and apparently, because of that, he can’t be too cuddly with you —though you don’t understand how that makes sense, you don’t complain about it. And Minho is even in the kitchen right now, but your sweet Jeongin doesn’t seem to care, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Jeongin? Shouldn’t you be in bed now?” you ask, pausing for a second from stirring the hot broth in the pot on the stove, then resuming.

“I want you to stay in bed with me.” he admits.

“You don’t need me, to rest.” you assert, secretly melting at his touch and snuggling into his embrace with heated cheeks.

“And what if I told you that I do?”

Your heart skips a beat, and if he notices you stiffen in his arms, he doesn’t say anything.

“Go on, pretend I’m not here.” Minho comments sarcastically, but he’s ignored by both of you.

Jeongin whines, “Oh, come on! Come to bed with me! What’s the harm?” He whimpers like a child.

“I’m cooking you something to make you feel better; I can’t just leave it here.” You explain to him.

“Can’t Minho hyung take care of it?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching the inviting warm broth, speaking of the older one as if he weren’t there with you.

“I’m still here.” Minho chimes in for the second time, perhaps a bit annoyed by his behavior, and you turn in his direction, giving him an apologetic smile on behalf of the younger one.

“Minho is teaching me the recipe. I want to cook it myself, and you’ll tell me what you think.” You place one of your hands on his, an affectionate gesture, though slightly hesitant, and he seems to lean more into you, relaxing even more.

“I want to rest my head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat relaxes me.” He admits, ending the sentence in a whisper, and moves one of his hands to your chest, over your heart, “Oh, it’s beating a bit fast right now, are you alright?” He asks in a clearly concerned voice, turning to look at your face, but you turn your head away so he won’t see your obvious blush.

“Yes! I-I’m fine.” you stutter, shrinking away and squirming in his hold while he tries in every way to get a look at your face.

You hate how insistent he can be at times like this.

“Alright, lovebirds, at least try not to kiss in front of me; have some mercy on my eyes.” Minho rolls his eyes but can’t hide the grin forming on his lips.

“We’ve already done it.” Jeongin reminds him, and you ponder on whether you should feel embarrassed or just treat it as the normal thing it is —at least for the two of you.

Jeongin thinks you need a reminder, so he cups your chin in his hand, gently placing his fingers on your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours. It’s such a quick, chaste, simple gesture; so usual, yet you feel quivers in your stomach, a gentle flutter that whispers things you don’t feel ready to admit to yourself, voices you’re afraid to listen to.

When he pulls away, he has a proud grin on his lips, and you feel a strong urge to hit him in the face. But with your lips. Gently. Because you want more this time; more of him, his soft pink lips, the warmth his body gives you, that silly but beautiful face.

Shit.

“Wipe that dumb smile off your face.” you say playfully, pulling away and returning to that damn broth.

“But you love this dumb face, admit it.”

‘Yes, I do’ is what you want to say, but it’s maybe because of what you felt a moment ago that you avoid letting those words leave your lips. “You’d better go back to your room before you start feeling worse.” You warn him.

“Come to think of it, I’m feeling dizzy.” Jeongin says, cursing under his breath. He follows your advice and heads back to his room, but not before throwing you one last look, saving that cute, rare moment of concentration —now focused on the broth— in his mind, with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

“Go to him,” you look up at Minho, who had already been watching you. A little smile forms on his lips, “I saw how you look at each other, and I’m never wrong,” he explains, “Now come on, go to him.” Minho gently but insistently pushes you out of the kitchen.

It was too indirect for you to be entirely convinced by what he said, but you hope it’s what you think. You don’t know when this started, why it happened, or if what you feel is real.

But every doubt seems to disappear from your mind when those words leave his glossy lips in the darkness of his room, his chest firmly pressed against your back, his warm breath on your neck, his arms wrapped around your body in a hold that whispers a fear of losing you.

And you don’t know if they are truly meant or if they came out in a moment of confusion and he actually meant something with a lesser meaning.

But what you know is that you feel exactly what was softly whispered into your ear —words said with a barely audible voice that you felt as a scream.

“I’m in love with you.”

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anti-romantico · 4 months ago

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[escape] the boyz juyeon

warnings: PLOT, do i still need to warn you about unprotected sex? lmao, oral (f&M), fingering, on the floor, teasing

words: 7784

A/N: it's been so long since I posted a juyeon fic hope y'all like it <3

btw the following weeks I'll post fics of the most voted idols of this survey (juyeon is one of them)

— Wait! I can explain! — Your now ex yelled behind you while following you to your car.

— Oh I'd love to hear that. — You sarcastically said, still walking at a quick pace. But he didn't say anything, making you stop your tracks and turn around. — You can't even defend yourself! Go back to that girl and leave me alone, asshole. — You finally got to your car and got inside, driving away as fast as you could.

God, you didn't want to cry for him, but reality hit you like a truck when you were waiting at s red light. You unconsciously touched your chest, finding the necklace he gave you for your birthday. With the rage that was still in you, you snatched it, breaking the chain and threw it out of your window.

You were supposed to spend the week with your boyfriend to celebrate your anniversary, but guess he forgot about it and took his mistress home, letting you watch how she choked on his cock while he held on to her hair to watch her better. That made you overthink, you hated choking, finding it gross, and he never complained, actually he never pushed your head as he did with hers. Fuck, if he wanted someone to do that, why not breaking up with your first?

You didn't want to drive to your apartment and have your roommate asking you why you were back, so you drove to your parents house, taking advantage of its emptiness since they were on vacation. You went straight to your bed, not caring to even have dinner, which you hated yourself for it when you woke up at 5 in the morning, but of course, the kitchen was empty and none of the food establishments around offered delivery yet. Your stomach didn't stop growling, not even in the convenience store in which only you and the employee were.

She ignored it as best as she could, not wanting to embarrass you. You walked fast back to your car and ate in it, not having more energy to drive with an empty stomach. It tasted like glory.

Once you were back in your parents' house you texted them to let them know you were crashing out, promising to explain later. Ask you were making you way back to bed, someone knocked on the door, trying to open it when you didn't answer.

You ran and opened, finding a tall guy on the other side. — May I help you? — You didn't know him, but you weren't scared of him.

— Oh, sorry, I saw a car outside and came to check, the owners asked me to watch the house while they were gone. — His voice was soft and deep.

You studied him from head to toe, trying to see if you remembered him, but nothing.

— Yeah, the owners are my parents, I just got here. — You explained.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.— He showed you his spare key and gave it to you. — Not sure how long you are planning to stay…

— Right, uhm, good night. — You said, waiting for the stranger to leave.

— By the way, I'm currently working on your mom's garden. I'll knock to let you know I'll be back there.

You nodded and followed him with your eyes as he walked to the house on the left. You didn't even notice when he knocked, you woke up close to midday by the sound of a shovel, digging into the floor. You looked through the window and found the stranger shoving small holes on the floor. He was sweaty and dirty, the sunlight finally letting you see him clearly. He had black hair, tall, veiny arms, shit that shirt was doing nothing to hide his muscles.

Why were you focusing on that when you just got cheated on?

Well, at least you were single now... nothing wrong with enjoying the view, right?

The stranger noticed you looking, waving at you with a pretty smile. He was insanely handsome. You changed your clothes and went down.

— I'll go to the supermarket for some food. — You let him know, feeling your breath stuck in your throat when he looked at you.

— Ok, I'll be here for a few more hours. — You nodded and turned around, ignoring as best as you could the tingling sensation between your legs. God, if only you would've seen the way he stared at your ass when you were walking away.

When you were back, he appeared out of nowhere to help you with the bags, still sweaty and dirty. Fuck he looked so good like that.

— Thanks, you didn't have to. I bet you're exhausted by doing... whatever you're doing with my mom's garden. — You thanked him, leaving the last bag on the kitchen floor.

— I wouldn't say exhausted, but happy to help. — He scratched the back of his head. — Uhm, I haven't introduced myself, I'm sorry for that. I'm Juyeon.

— [Y/N]. And sorry about our first encounter, I wasn't in the mood to deal with... the opposite gender. — Your expression made Juyeon laugh.

— Boy's problems?

— If cheating on your 4-year-long relationship can be considered a boy's problem.—

— Cheating? I'm sorry, but what an asshole! — You nodded. — Well I'll go back to work. If you need anything.

Juyeon worked until 3 in the afternoon, only stopping when you offered him a meal.

— So, this guy... How did you find out? If you want to tell me, of course. — Juyeon asked, finishing his food and looking at you.

— Our anniversary was supposed to be in a couple of days and we planned to spend a whole week together, but he either forgot or thought I would arrive until today because when I got into his apartment last night, he had a girl choking on his cock. — You also finished, looking at Juyeon. God, the tingling sensation again.

— Did the girl know about you?

— His whole apartment had pictures of us together, there was no way she didn't know. — You weren't sure what their story was, but you didn't care either.

As you were doing the dishes, you looked into the window, almost dropping one of the glasses when you saw a shirtless Juyeon cleaning his hands with his dirty shirt.

— I'm done for today... Thank you for… — Your reaction made him stop talking. — What?

— Do you tend to walk around shirtless while my parents are here? — You focused on his eyes, hating the smirk that appeared on his face.

— Not really, but it's getting hot outside. — He shrugged and wore his shirt again. — I'll come back tomorrow morning, hope I can find you awake this time. — Did he just wink at you? God.

During the night, you couldn't stop thinking about Juyeon. His muscular veiny arms to be more specific. Fuck, why were you reacting like this?

Your hand traveled down your body and straight in between your legs, sighing at the slight pressure you put on. You closed your eyes and entered your hand inside your underwear. Your fingers played with your wet lips before rubbing on your clit, causing your back to arch. Your free hand went under your shirt and played with your nipple, adding more pleasure.

Your breath was heavy, moaning slightly with each rub. Juyeon's image came to your mind, causing you to go faster. As you felt your orgasm close, you quickly grabbed a pillow and placed yourself over it, humping it without a second thought. Your brain made you hallucinate as you clearly could feel Juyeon's hands on your thighs as you were riding him. God, these stupid clothes were on the way, so you undressed, not wasting more time and going back to hump your pillow the way you wanted to hump Juyeon. Your boobs were bouncing up and down, your moans got a little louder. God, what a ridiculous situation. Your orgasm hit you so hard, but you kept going, overstimulating yourself. Your hips were moving back and forth as you grabbed the head of your bed for support. You bit your lip when you felt a second orgasm close, rubbing your clit with one hand , as you kept moving your hips on your pillow. Your pussy was twitching with your orgasm, your whole body trembling. You were completely out of breath and collapsed on your bed. You needed him so bad.

The morning after, you woke up before Juyeon arrived. You were still naked, and the poor pillow was lying on the floor after last night's event.

You got dressed and brushed your hair, trying to look presentable. As you were making your way to the kitchen, three soft knocks resonated. You didn't open the door, you just waited to walk to the garden.

— Look at that. — He joked, acting surprised with you being awake. — Did you sleep well?

— You could say that. — You answered. — Do you want some coffee before you start working?

— That would be nice, thanks. — He leaned against the kitchen door and crossed his arms. This time he was wearing a band t-shirt, but it was obvious he wore it for work as it was ripped in a few parts.

You tried to act normal as you were pouring the coffee, but some drops of the boiling coffee splashed into your hand, making you whimper.

— Are you ok? — Juyeon was immediately beside you, taking the hot pot from your hand.

— Yeah, just some hot drops. — You answered, taking your hand to the sink so you could run cold water on it.

— Do you have ointment or anything for that? — He asked, looking around.

— I think my mom has a first-aid kit somewhere in the kitchen. I'll look for it later. — But you couldn't say anything else, Juyeon started to open and close cabinets, finding the kit.

— Let's see… — Juyeon instantly found the ointment and grabbed your hand, rubbing it over the small red dots on your hand. — That should do it. — He said before putting everything back in its place.

— Thanks... uhm... You didn't have to. — You kept your eyes on the floor, feeling extremely shy with him being so close.

— It's nothing.— He simply said, grabbing the pot and pouring coffee in the remaining cup before taking them to the table, waiting for you to sit with him.

After finishing his coffee, Juyeon rushed to the garden and started to work, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your thoughts. When was the last time your ex did something for you without a second thought? It was embarrassing to say it's been a long while. He always had something to complain about, you just stopped asking him for help.

You finally checked your texts, knowing what you could find. Yet, you felt nothing, all the sorrys, let's talk, give me another chance meant nothing. You texted Nia, your best friend, asking her to pick your stuff from your ex's apartment, and you were glad she didn't ask further. After a few hours, your ex called, and you were so done you picked up.

— Oh my god, babe, finally. — You rolled your eyes at his tone. — Why is Nia packing your things?

— And you still dare to ask? After cheating on me? — You stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen, leaning back on the sink.

— I know I fucked up, I don't have excuses for that. But she doesn't mean anything, baby. You're the one I want in my- Hey, stop!

— Since when? — You asked. — Since when have you been with her?

— [Y/N], you're the love of my life, please come home so we can talk.

You chuckled. — Home? You call the place you fucked another woman behind my back home? — You didn't realize you raised your voice, letting Juyeon hear your conversation. — Since when? — You repeated.

He stayed silent for a moment. — A couple of weeks. She... She's my coworker's sister. We met at his house, we got drunk... She… —

— She seriously got you by simply sucking your cock, huh? You're pathetic. — You hung up, feeling your eyes burn. That asshole didn't deserve your tears, he wasted four years of your life, throwing them to the trash so easily.

— Is everything ok? — You heard Juyeon. — I know it's none of my business, but you were talking a little too loud…

— Yeah, I'm fine, I'd have to deal with him anyway when I'm back.

Juyeon nodded, walking carefully towards you. — You know there's nothing wrong with being sad, right? Yeah, he doesn't deserve such a thing, but what you went through is a big deal if you ask me.

You took a deep breath, trying to control your tears. God, you were so mad. — I'll go and take a shower.

— Ok, I'll be here if you need me.

You finally allowed yourself to cry, making the shower longer than expected. When you walked out of the bathroom, you found Juyeon outside.

— Sorry, I was... I heard you cry. — He explained. You hugged yourself, realizing you just had a towel to cover you.

— I'm fine, I needed it.

— Right, uhm, I already finished, but I was wondering if you wanted to eat something.

You made a face and looked at his eyes. — I actually want to be alone, I need to figure a few things out.

— Of course, I, uhm, still if you need me to come over, just flick the lights of your garden.—

You nodded and waited for him to leave, momentarily forgetting about your clothing, or lack thereof.

The only thing you needed to figure it out was what you felt for Juyeon. How does a guy you barely met a couple days ago have made you feel things your ex didn't over 4 years ago? God, you didn't even remember the last time you craved his touch. That's why you were sure about him, maybe that girl saved you from a monotonous boring life. Yet, you weren't going to thank him for betraying you.

After getting dressed, you started to cook, even if you weren't a good cook, it helped you to distract you, feeling satisfied when you tried it. You cleaned your mess, going straight to your room afterwards. And when you were scrolling down some texts, you received one from Nia.

«No pressure, but when are you planning to return?»

You smiled. «Just for the rest of the week, I have work on monday.»

You texted for a few hours before her saying she needed to leave. You put your phone to the side and had a flashback.

You only have a towel around your body and Juyeon right in front of you trying to find a way to make you feel good. There was a way. You bit your lip, imagining the way he would manhandle you, throwing you to your bed and snatching your towel. God, you felt how you were getting wet. Your hand went inside your panties, coating your fingers with your wetness before teasing your entry. You needed something bigger.

You sighed when you entered your middle finger, hiding your face against the pillow. God, you needed Juyeon. You rubbed your clit with your thumb while fingering yourself, feeling that sensation so close, it made your moans louder. You decided to lower the sound by putting the pillow against your mouth and moving your hips up and down as you were fucking yourself with your fingers. The thought of him doing it to you instead of yourself was driving you crazy. God.

You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience when you came, moaning behind the pillow while your body shivered.

You couldn't believe what you were about to do.

You went to the back door and stared at the light switch. “If you need me to come over just flick the lights of your garden»” You heard his voice. And before you could consider it, your brain made you do it.

You didn't wait for long, hearing a few soft knocks. Slowly, you walked to the door and opened it. Why was he so attractive? He was standing tall, wearing sports clothes.

You let them in, not saying anything.

— I honestly thought you would take today to think.— He said, walking to the kitchen, but he stopped when he realized you stayed at the door. — Is everything ok?

— Not really. — You bit your lower lip, taking a deep breath. He got closer, waiting for you to let him know what was wrong. — How do you do it?

Juyeon frowned. — Do it? What do you mean?

— I mean, we've known each other for, what, two days? And in those two days you… — You leaned back on the door. — Not even my ex managed to make me feel this way.

Juyeon laughed, but he wasn't making fun of you. — Could you be more specific? — His voice came out deeper, causing you to close your eyes.

— I wish I could, but... It's hard to. — You opened your eyes and found him towering you. You looked at him through your lashes, feeling how your whole body burned.

— And how about you show me, then? — You almost moaned when he whispered.

You simply grabbed one of your hands and toyed with his fingers. — Just 10 minutes ago I was imagining these inside me.— You pulled them close to your mouth, watching him take a deep breath as if he was trying to contain himself. Because he was.

Juyeon had to hold his breath as he felt the warmth of your mouth. His eyes didn't leave yours as you sucked his fingers.

He started to move them as if he were inside you, but that made you suck them harder, causing a groan to come out of his mouth. You opened your legs, giving him space between them. Juyeon was completely entranced by the sight in front of him. You had his two fingers inside your mouth, and his other hand had a firm grip on your waist, you were rocking your hips against his thigh.

When you felt his fingers were coated enough with your saliva, you pulled them out, not wasting time and taking them inside your bottoms. He growled, flexing his thigh.

You threw your head back when you felt him play with your lower lips, moving your hips back and forth. Your hands were holding on his shoulders, your nails digging in his skin. You moaned, feeling Juyeon's breathing increase as you rocked on his thigh.

Juyeon bent his head, letting your neck and the curve of your shoulder be exposed. He softly licked them as he was biting you and sucking on them. God, your body was so sensitive. You wanted him to go faster, but he kept that slow torturous pace.

Juyeon's finger entered your pussy, making you sigh at how full you were. You couldn't think straight when you felt him moving inside you, hitting that spot every single time.

Juyeon's fingers went deeper inside you with each thrust, your walls were tightening around them, the pleasure was too good. You used his shoulder to keep yourself standing, you wanted more, your eyes never leaving his. You felt like you were flying, your whole body felt hot, your cheeks were flushed. Juyeon wasn't going to let this go, so he leaned against you and took a hold of your knee, making your leg fold and putting you at his mercy. Now his fingers were deeper inside you and he started to finger fuck you harder, hooking them inside you to make you go mad.

He looked at you with a smirk, his eyes never leaving yours while he fingered you. His face was flushed, and his mouth was slightly opened. You could see him struggling to keep himself from you, you could feel his cock hard against his pants.

You bit your lip again and started to hump his fingers as best as you could. Juyeon let you set the pace. You could feel his fingers rubbing that spot over and over again. You had one hand on his shoulder and the other had a hold on his bicep. You started to move faster, feeling that your orgasm was closer than before. You felt you were close to the edge, your breath was heavy, your hands were squeezing his arm and shoulder.

— Are you close? — He said against your cheek. You nodded, letting a desperate whine out. — Is this what you wanted, baby? My finger so deep inside you? Fuck, I can feel you dripping. I bet you taste delightful.

His words only made you moan louder. Juyeon leaned against the door with his shoulder, leaving your knee and grabbing your hip. He was going at it with a relentless pace now, you moaned and bit your lip. God, his fingers felt so good inside you.

You were shaking when you came, whimpering at the overwhelming pleasure, your walls tightening around his fingers and making Juyeon growl. You felt like your whole body was trembling, your head was spinning and your legs were like jelly. His fingers kept moving inside you, dragging your orgasm for a few more seconds.

Juyeon let your leg go, making you lean against the wall as you couldn't keep yourself up anymore. You opened your eyes to watch him licking your juices from his fingers.

He looked at you with a smirk, the glint in his eyes was darker this time. You bit your lip again, not sure what he was going to do next.

— Damn, your pussy is fucking delicious. — He whispered, watching how you whimpered at his words.

He leaned closer against you, and you felt his hard cock rubbing against your lower belly. — You're so fucking sexy, [Y/N], god.— His tongue slowly traced your jaw and ear, making shivers run down your spine. — Tell me, what do you want me to do? — He asked, putting his mouth on your neck and biting it softly.

— I don't know...— You gasped when you felt him sucking on your skin. — I want more.— You whined, pulling him by his hair so you could finally kiss him.

You let your tongue out, searching for his and making out with him. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his mouth, running your fingers on his sides and making him grunt. He was wearing sports shorts and that meant easy access for you. He let you explore his body as he kissed your jaw and neck.

— I need to taste you, baby. — He whispered against your skin. You whimpered, nodding desperately.

His hands roamed your body, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down alongside your panties. He knelt in front of you, kissing your thighs as he helped you to remove your bottoms.

You brushed his hair, admiring how attractive he looked between your legs.

He got his nose close to your cunt, getting drunk by only the smell.

— Fuck, baby. — He gasped, his eyes wide. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly kissed your pussy lips.

You whimpered when you felt his hot breath on you. He kissed your pussy softly, making his way up to your clit.

His tongue darted out of his mouth and you sighed when you felt it on your nub, rubbing it with small circles. His hands went to your ass and he gripped both cheeks, spreading your legs wider so he could have more room.

You bit your lip, letting a moan escape from your throat. You ran your fingers on his hair, watching his face as he was licking you. He was a very good licker. You didn't let him have the moment and started to grind against his face, making him grunt.

He let you have control for a few seconds before tightening his grip on your ass. You let a surprised moan out and held on his shoulder again. Your pussy lips were wet with his spit and your juices, Juyeon went from licking you to sucking, letting his tongue out every now and then to tease your clit again. Your mouth was wide open, you couldn't control yourself. You felt your orgasm getting closer. Your legs started to shake and you fell to the ground with your ass, Juyeon letting you go with one of his hands to catch you. You felt how his eyes were burning, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Juyeon quickly grabbed one of his fingers and started to rub your pussy with it. You closed your eyes as you felt it, whimpering again. He rubbed faster and faster until he hooked one of his fingers inside you.

He laughed when you arch your back, hooking his fingers inside you a few more times until you came on his face. Your body shuddered as you felt the waves of pleasure hit you. And he only made it worse by not stopping, overestimating you. But you weren't complaining, you wanted his tongue in between your legs every single moment of the day.

Your legs were shaking and your moans were loud, that was Juyeon's biggest motivator to keep going, feeling your juices dripping down his neck. But after a few moments, you started to squirm from how good it felt.

— I can't, Juyeon! — You gasped as he kept torturing you with his tongue. He quickly took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, you cried out at how good it felt to be licked, riding his face.

A burning sensation appeared in your lower stomach, there was no way.

Juyeon kept licking you, focusing on your clit. You grabbed him by the hair, squeezing it to the point you were hurting yourself. Your breath was heavy and your mouth was open, your back arched and your eyes were closed. But you didn't open them when you felt the warm liquid gushing out of you. Your orgasm made Juyeon grunt and you saw him looking at your cunt with a dark expression, but his eyes were wide.

He kept licking you as you squirted all over his face, and he started to moan. He put a hand between your legs and kept licking your lower lips as you came again.

— Ah, fuck. — He breathed out as you started to rub on him again, making more of your juices flow. Juyeon quickly licked you clean before standing up and looking at you with a dark glint in his eye.

He pulled you by your arm and laid you down on the floor, over the carpet. You gasped and stayed there, looking at him with a surprised expression.

He let you collect yourself, kissing your thighs and traveling up.

— Is that what you wanted? — He teased you, making you laugh. What he wasn't expecting was you pushing him back so he could lay down.

He groaned when your hands immediately started to pull his pants down, lifting his hips a little to help you.

You rubbed his boner, getting your face closer and kissing him over the boxers. You stood up for a moment so you could remove your shirt and bra, smirking when you heard him curse under his breath.

Juyeon was struggling to keep his hands still, watching you teasing him and biting your lip. — Fuck. — He breathed out, reaching to you.

You smirked, enjoying the power over him. You pushed his hand away and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and revealing his thick cock.

You got closer and licked the precum that was leaking from his tip. Juyeon groaned, feeling you licking him from tip to base and back again.

You licked the length of his cock a few times before putting it in between your lips. You got to his tip and then back to the base, making sure you licked him all over.

Juyeon watched you in awe, moaning when you went lower and licked his balls. He had to pull you by the hair when you started to lick and suck them.

You felt his cock twitching against your hand, he was so big. You licked him again until you were at his tip, looking at Juyeon as you took the head inside your mouth.

Juyeon cursed and closed his eyes, you moaned as well and let his cock go a little deeper. You grabbed his thigh, digging your nails in his skin while you slowly bobbed your head on his dick. You heard him groan and you let his tip hit the back of your throat, making him grunt louder.

He started to thrust inside your mouth. You were getting into it as well, letting him go as deep as possible. You got your hand to his balls and started to play with them, causing him to grunt and moan at the same time.

You took his cock out of your mouth and started to jack him off, not letting him come until you wanted. Juyeon was grunting and groaning, begging you to let him come.

He opened his eyes and watched you with a hungry expression, your breasts were bouncing with each of your movements.

You licked your lips and took his tip inside your mouth again, letting him thrust once more.

You looked at him from beneath your lashes and started to hum, the vibrations making him curse. You felt his dick throbbing in your mouth, and before you could do anything else, you felt his hands on each side of your face.

Juyeon lifted his hips, making sure you weren't uncomfortable with it. You nodded and let him take control. He held you by the jaw, fucking your mouth like it was your pussy. Your eyes watered as he went deeper and deeper, making sure his tip was at the back of your throat.

— Fuck. — He grunted, feeling his balls tighten. His thrust became more erratic, and you could feel the warmth of his precum. He got even deeper inside your mouth, feeling you choke. — I'm going to come. — He warned you, tightening his grip on your jaw. You only nodded as you were holding his cock like a pro. And he did it. He grunted and you felt his semen fill your mouth. Your eyes were watering as he fucked your mouth and came inside it. You could taste him, the salty liquid filling your mouth. And you did something that surprised even yourself. You swallowed. And you swallowed again. And again. Until you heard Juyeon curse and grunt.

Maybe choking on someone's cock wasn't so bad. Even better if it was Juyeon's

— Fuck, [Y/N]. — He growled and grabbed you by your arms, pulling you on top of him.

His half-hard cock stayed in between your bodies as you two messily kissed. Your hips involuntarily grind against him, making Juyeon moan again.

— [Y/N]... — He gasped when he felt you rub his tip.

You kissed him as you slowly sat on his lap. You felt the tip of his dick press on your entrance, and without losing your rhythm, you started to move your hips back and forth, using his chest for support, careful to not let him slide in.

Juyeon was grunting, and his eyes were burning. — God, you're so fucking sexy. — He whispered, trying to hold himself to not thrust in.

You were rubbing your pussy against his tip for a good few minutes. You could hear his groans and see the effort he had to not buck his hips.

You slowly started to move your hips in a circular motion, making him grunt. You leaned down to kiss him again, taking your time to enjoy this slow burn.

When you felt he couldn't last longer, you kissed his neck and slowly took his tip inside you. You both groaned at the sensation. He was thick, but you felt yourself get wetter with each passing second. You slowly lowered your hips, digging your hips on his chest with the way he was stretching your insides.

Your moan came out loud as you got fully seated on his cock, the feeling of him filling you was amazing. You leaned down and kissed him again, starting to rock your hips back and forth.

He held your waist and started to meet your thrusts, making you gasp. His cock felt so good, hitting a spot no one else had.

— Are you ok? — He asked between thrusts. You nodded, biting your lip and moaning again when his dick hit that spot again.

Juyeon hooked his hands behind your back and pulled you closer to him. He started to thrust harder, making you feel overwhelmed by the sensation. God, he felt so good.

You started to ride him again, faster and faster, making him grunt and gasp.

But you couldn't stop, you felt how close you were to come again.

When Juyeon felt you tighten around his cock, he knew you were coming, and he quickened his pace.

The orgasm hit you like a storm, it felt amazing. You squeezed your legs around his body and let your head fall back, feeling the waves of pleasure hitting you.

You heard Juyeon grunt, feeling him fuck your through your orgasm. And when he realized, he came as well.

He thrust inside you again, coating your insides with his semen. You felt it dripping out of you, but it didn't matter, you were in ecstasy. You kept moving your hips, milking him as much as you could. Juyeon found some strength and exchanged positions without pulling out. You locked your legs around him and saw him finally remove his shirt placing it under your hips.

You found this adorable, but the sweet moment jumped out of the window when he started to aggressively thrust into you as if his life depended on it. You felt his cock slide inside you and hit your cervix.

— Ahhh! — You cried out, tightening your legs around him. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed, you couldn't think straight.

— [Y/N]! — You heard Juyeon say, his voice deeper than before. You opened your eyes, finding him on yours. He stopped moving his hips and looked at you. — You feel so fucking good.— He panted. Your moan was loud as he pulled out until his tip stayed inside you. Then he thrust back in, making you scream his name.

You felt so full, he was hitting your cervix with each thrust, and you loved it.

— Fuck! — Juyeon grunted when you squeezed him tighter with your legs. — I'm not going to last much, baby. — He moaned, making you cry out again.

You nodded, your hair a complete mess. You felt yourself close to the edge again.

You couldn't stop yourself and moved your hips, helping him to cum. Juyeon's hands grabbed your boobs and squeezed them before finally cumming inside you again.

His hips came to a halt, making you whine, but Juyeon needed a moment before making you cum.

— Turn around, baby. — He said over your lips, practically licking your mouth.

You nodded and took your legs off him. Juyeon was still inside you when you stood up, causing the semen that was coating your pussy to drip out of you.

You moaned when he pulled out, feeling empty without him.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you down so you were on all fours. You arched your back as you felt him come behind you.

Juyeon pulled your hips up, making sure your ass was in his face and your pussy was wide open. He didn't hesitate and entered you again, this time faster than before.

You cried out, throwing your head back again and screaming his name. Your whole body shook with each thrust he made and you heard how wet you were, the sound of his cock sliding inside you was so loud.

Juyeon put his hand on your hip, thrusting faster and faster. You moaned louder and louder, biting your arm.

— Fuck, you look so hot like this. — He said between thrusts. — Your ass is shaking each time I fuck you, and your tits are bouncing so much. — He growled.

You cried out when his balls slapped against your clit, making you bite your arm. But Juyeon wanted to hear you, so he grabbed both of your arms and pulled them back, using you like a sex toy. He started to ride you with all his might, making you scream.

— Juyeon! — You screamed when you felt your body shudder.

— Yes, baby. Cum for me. — He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him again. — Fuck, you feel so good.

He increased his pace, thrusting harder and harder inside you, dragging your orgasm. He kept going until you were squirting again, you didn't know that was possible. Slowly, he let your arms go, massaging your back as you kept moving your hips while riding your orgasm.

As he pulled out, he could see all the cum he shot inside you, grunting at the way it kept spilling out.

Juyeon helped you clean yourself, kissing every inch of your body in the process.

When both were dressed, you went to the bathroom as he made sure you didn't stain your parents' carpet.

You were a mess, but you felt so good, you still felt his cum inside you. You fixed your hair as best as you could and went out, finding Juyeon with a glass of water.

He smiled and handed it to you. You smiled back and thanked him, drinking it all.

— Hey, uhm, you didn't answer me, by the way. — Juyeon said, laughing at your confused expression. — Was that what you wanted?

— It was better than I imagined. — Juyeon pulled you by your waist and kissed you. You had to tilt your head back to kiss him properly as he was much taller than you.

The kiss suddenly became sloppy, both playing with your tongues and Juyeon squeezing your butt.

— Are you hungry? — Juyeon asked over your lips before kissing you again.

You nodded and tried to pull back, but Juyeon only pushed you against the wall and carried you, making you lock your legs around him, taking you to the kitchen and placing you over the counter.

You kissed for a while before finally starting to cook together, having small breaks to kiss again. Your bodies become addicted to each other, not being able to be away longer than 5 minutes.

After eating and cleaning the kitchen, you were on your bed, you on top of him while making out. You didn't know how, but you wanted him again inside you.

— I don't think I've ever cum as much as I did earlier, how is it possible to still want more? — Juyeon asked when you kissed his neck, moving your hips back and forth.

— Well, I never enjoyed choking on my ex's cock, but I quite loved doing it with yours. — You sighed when Juyeon gave you a hard spank.

— He's the stupidest man I've ever heard about for cheating on you. There's no way he wasn't satisfied with you.

— I honestly never lasted that long during sex. — You pulled back, lifting his shirt a little to see his abs. — The only good thing I can think about the sex with him was that he always made sure to make me cum, but only once. — You explained, feeling. Juyeon's warm skin under your touch. — But I never squirted before. That was the first... and second.

You both laughed at your comment, resuming your make out session.

That night, your poor bed was the victim of your actions. Creaking under you two as he rammed against you mercilessly. You were so tired afterwards, you convinced him to not pull out, keeping with cum inside while cockwarming him.

The morning after, the feeling of you tightening around him was unbearable for Juyeon, causing him to involuntarily move his hips until you woke up, asking him to go faster.

— What did you do to me, baby? — Juyeon asked as he used your hips to slam himself into you.

You only whined, playing with your nipples. You both came and then went for breakfast, showering together after eating.

The remaining days you only spent them separated when he went to his house for clothes to change, because showering was already covered with you. The rest of the days? You would be either on top of him milking him dry or sucking him until your jaw hurt. He was as addicted to you, always finding convenient to rub his front against your but to quickly start humping you against any surface before undress you and fuck you until his cum was dripping down your legs. He even once cleaned his seed from you while you were riding his face, driving you insane.

A day before you had to leave, you two were watching a movie, at least for 20 minutes before you were bent over sucking him off.

His hand was on your head, pushing you down. You looked at him and licked his balls, making him moan and grunt. He was close to coming, and you wanted his cum in your mouth. You started to jack him off as you sucked his tip, feeling him twitch. But he stopped you, groaning when you removed your mouth off him.

— Ride my face while you suck me off. — God.

You quickly stood up, undressing yourself at the speed of light and straddled his head, feeling him grab your ass and bury his face in between your legs. You moaned when he started to lick you and put his finger inside you. You took his cock back in between your mouth, bobbing your head as he kept playing with your cunt.

You heard him grunt and felt him add another finger inside you, stretching you and making your moan around his cock.

You felt the build up in your stomach, you were close. You moved your hips faster over his face as you felt yourself getting closer.

— Juyeon… — You gasped, feeling your orgasm start to take control over you. — Oh, oh… — You moaned when you came, squirting on his face.

Juyeon was a thirsty man, and he only drank you more when he started to feel you coming. He was getting so close, and he just kept going.

You moved your hips over his face, moaning around his dick, making him twitch.

— Baby… — He grunted as he felt his balls tightening, making you hum, squeezing his cock with your lips. — Fuck... fuck. — Juyeon groaned when you let him slide deeper into your mouth, feeling yourself starting to gag.

He held you tighter by your hips and thrust inside your mouth, making you choke on his cock and tears stream from your eyes. You were going to swallow every single drop of him.

And he did it, he grunted and came again inside your mouth as he tongue fucked you.

You took your time to slowly take his cock out, kissing the tip before standing up and leaning down to kiss him. You wanted him to taste yourself mixed with his cum.

The taste of each other's cum made you instantly hornier. Juyeon made you suck on his tongue, moaning as you moved your hips alongside your head. Without s second thought, you lifted your hips a little, grabbing his cock and placing the tip over your entry.

— Wait. — Juyeon stood up and made you bend over the back of the couch, positioning himself behind you and rubbing his tip, teasing you.

You whined, moving you hips back so he could fuck you. He laughed and spanked you, just entering the tip of his cock before pulling down.

— What's going to happen after you leave? — He suddenly asked. God you didn't want to think about that, you just wanted his cock inside you. — Answer. — He grunted, spanking you again.

— Fuck, I... I have my own place, you can go whenever you want, and I'll... I'll try to come more often. — You whined, feeling him thrust into you slowly.

He bottomed you out, bending over to feel your boobs and play with your nipples. He made you arch your back to fit better and then started to fuck you.

— Is your place safe for us to keep doing this? — You agreed in a high-pitch tone. — Perfect, because I won't be able to keep my cock out of you when we reunite.

His hips resumed their work fucking you so hard your inner thighs were burning. You started to scream by the force his balls were slapping on your clit, turning around and pulling Juyeon down to kiss him.

During the night, it was obvious you two would miss each other by the way you were fucking. You were full of his cum again, bouncing on top of him while pinching your nipples.

— Fuck... Baby, I can't keep going. — Juyeon said, but that only made you adjust yourself so you could ride him faster, feeling your orgasm close.

Juyeon kept whining, not being able to hold his cum anymore. Luckily, that was what you needed to also cum.

You fell on top of him, too tired to clean and dress. Falling asleep with both his cum and cock inside you, just like the other nights.

The morning after, just as usual, he fucked you, but this time was different. He was being soft and gentle. Making out with you as his hips thrusted into you in such a loving way.

— I'll send you my schedules so you can visit me. — You told him, locking your legs around him.

Juyeon sucked on your tongue, feeling his orgasm closer and closer.

You were already missing him while making sure you didn't forget anything, even though you were tempted, just to have an excuse to turn the wheel and fuck again, and again, and again.

— Ready? — Juyeon walked towards you when you closed your trunk and kissed you hard. — Let me know when you get home.— He whispered over your mouth.

— Come with me, I've always wanted to do it in a car. — You pulled him down, pushing him against your car.

— That sounds really good, baby, but I have a job here. I'll make space for you, I promise.

You two made out a little more before pulling back. God you were going to miss him.

The drive back home was fast, not finding much traffic. Nia was already at your place when you arrived, hugging you tightly.

— For someone who witnessed her man with another woman, you look blissful. — You laughed at her comment.

Of course you told her everything about your hot neighbor and all the dirty things you two did.

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Guess who's back, back again

OKAY HELLO! I've re-entered your requests with a suggestion, but don't feel forced to do it or anything. It's super awesome you've started writing for yourself again, and I'm so glad I somehow aided in that? Hell yeah? Remember to stay hydrated as well, can't write if you haven't got fuel. :)

okay, so, hmo on John Walker, either forgotten by the media entirely or harassed around once a month when people remember him or incessently snarky assholes recognise him in a supermarket. Now add that onto him walking around holding hands with a man, in the public eye. Specifically an openly gay transman. Just imagine that scenario. I'm thinking they get into a scuffle, shit hits the fan, one of them is dragging the other out of a fight and back home to some gruff fluffy stuff. I've been stewing on this for a few days now...

Unwanted Attention

John Walker x FtM Reader

Summary: Media attention had all but forgotten John, aside from public encounters. That changed dramatically when he appeared in public with his boyfriend, an openly gay trans man and Bucky Barnes' colleague, drawing unwanted attention unlike anything he'd experienced before.

A/N: Scared my cats from the screech I let out while reading this, absolutely love it. I know I've been writing for John a lot, but I'm like hyperfixated on this fucker and this dingdong keeps feeding my obsession. Also because let's face it, Bucky would have a little gay secretary who went everywhere with him so of course the media knows you.

TW: Implied homophobia/transphobia - Slurs - Brief fight - Fluff

Becoming Bucky Barnes's secretary was, to put it mildly, an unexpected turn in your life. You were acutely aware of your lack of qualifications for such a demanding role, especially given your less-than-favorable opinion of governmental organizations. Yet, Bucky, with his usual enigmatic charm, had extended the offer, and against your better judgment, you'd accepted. Soon, you found yourself trailing him like a shadow, a constant fixture not only in his professional life but also, inevitably, in the public eye.

The media, ever hungry for a story, latched onto your presence. It wasn't long before your identity as openly gay and trans man became headline news, exploding onto the scene with the force of a well-placed bomb. The ensuing frenzy was chaotic, but through it all, Bucky remained unfazed. In fact, he seemed to relish your company, finding your lack of a "filter" in conversation endlessly amusing. Your unfiltered honesty, a quality many found jarring, was something Bucky genuinely appreciated. He enjoyed the raw authenticity you brought to his otherwise structured and often stifling world.

It was through your unique position by Bucky's side that you first encountered John Walker. You knew his story well—the meteoric rise as a national hero, followed by an equally dramatic fall from grace that rendered him virtually a "nobody" in the public's perception. Initially, John was wary of you. Your candidness, your unapologetic embrace of who you were, and especially your casual, open flirting, were entirely outside his frame of reference. He was accustomed to a certain decorum, a more guarded approach to social interactions, and your directness was, at first, unsettling.

However, time, and perhaps your persistent charm, began to wear him down. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, John's opinion of you shifted. He started appearing at your office more frequently, not for any official business, but simply to sit with you while you navigated the labyrinthine world of government paperwork. He'd bring you coffee or a much-needed snack, offering quiet companionship as you wrestled with frustrating documents. These impromptu visits evolved into something more substantial – proper dates. Your go-to venues were often those ridiculously fancy restaurants where you'd accumulated a stash of "thank you" vouchers from your less-than-glamorous government work. Neither of you complained; it was free food, a chance to escape the pressures of your respective lives, and an opportunity to simply be yourselves.

When you and John officially started dating, it came as no surprise to those who had witnessed your evolving dynamic. However, you were fiercely protective of your burgeoning relationship, determined to keep it far away from the prying eyes of the media and the public. The last thing you wanted was for your personal life to become a spectacle that could somehow negatively impact Bucky, whose life was already under constant scrutiny. And so far, you'd succeeded in keeping your private world, with John, wonderfully, refreshingly, and entirely your own.

The late afternoon sun, usually a welcome golden hue, only served to highlight the chaotic scrawl that was Bucky Barnes’s handwriting. You were hunched over your desk, one hand buried in your hair, the other white-knuckled around a pen that felt more like a weapon than a writing implement. His notes, meant to clarify, only deepened the mystery of his intentions. You'd scolded him countless times about it, threatened to implement mandatory penmanship lessons, but it was clear your efforts had fallen on deaf ears. Each looping, illegible word was a personal affront, and you could feel a stress headache blooming behind your eyes. "Honestly, Bucky," you muttered to yourself, tracing a particularly indecipherable flourish, "are you writing in ancient Sumerian?"

You were so engrossed in your silent battle with the bureaucratic beast that was your current workload, you didn't hear the soft click of the office door opening. Nor did you notice John slip inside, a silent, comforting presence. He quietly set a small paper bag down on the chair in the corner, its contents hinting at an afternoon pick-me-up. With the bag safely stowed, he moved with an almost predatory quietness until he was directly behind your chair.

You jumped, startled, as his warm breath ghosted over your ear. "Still deciphering the Barnes family hieroglyphs, are we?" he murmured, a low, playful rumble in his chest. His voice was a welcome anchor in the swirling sea of Bucky's penmanship. Before you could even formulate a reply, he leaned down, his lips brushing your temple in a soft, reassuring kiss. The simple gesture, a small act of tenderness amidst the chaos of your day, immediately eased the tension in your shoulders. It was a silent acknowledgment of your struggle, and a gentle reminder that you weren't alone in it.

You leaned back in your chair, your head tilting up to meet John's gaze, your lips finding his in a soft, appreciative peck. A warm smile spread across his face, a silent acknowledgment of the small gesture. He pulled away, moving with an easy grace to retrieve the bag he’d placed on the chair earlier. From its depths, he produced a couple of food containers, their contents promising a much-needed reprieve from your current misery. Then, with a flourish, he revealed a neatly folded stack of clean, comfortable clothes. This was John’s routine when your work stretched late: a thoughtful delivery of dinner, fresh clothes to shed the day's grime, and a steadfast presence to walk you home when you were finally done.

A content sigh escaped your lips as you pushed your chair back from the desk. You took the bundle of clothes from John, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to your stiff work attire. He, in turn, pulled a chair up in front of your desk, settling in with his gaze fixed on you. You didn't bother with modesty; this was John, and his quiet presence was more comforting than intrusive. You started with your tie, pulling it loose with a practiced hand before tossing it carelessly onto your desk. Your fingers then went to the buttons of your shirt, working them free one by one. You could feel his eyes on you, a familiar warmth that followed your every movement, a silent appreciation that never felt judgmental. "Pervert," you mumbled under your breath, a playful accusation tinged with affection, before you turned your back to him, continuing to change in the corner of your office.

You slipped out of your dress shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap, and pulled on the soft, worn cotton of the t-shirt John had brought. The familiar weight of your work pants felt restrictive now, so you quickly exchanged them for the comfortable joggers. When you turned back around, John was still watching, a faint, contented smile playing on his lips. His gaze wasn’t predatory, but rather a quiet, adoring focus, as if you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. It was a look that had, over time, become just as comforting as it was sometimes unnerving.

"Alright, pervert," you repeated, this time with a more pronounced smirk, as you smoothed down the front of your new shirt. "Dinner time?"

John chuckled, rising from his seat and grabbing the food containers. "Precisely. Although, you might have to tolerate my company while you eat. Unless you'd prefer to dine alone in the company of Barnes's cryptic missives?" He winked, already beginning to unpack the food onto your cleared desk space. The aroma of something vaguely Italian wafted through the office, instantly making your stomach rumble in protest.

"Never," you declared, pulling your chair back to the desk and reaching for the fork he offered. "Your company is far more palatable than his penmanship."

As you both settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the clinking of forks against containers, the tension that had been gnawing at you slowly began to dissipate. John watched you eat, occasionally reaching over to wipe a stray crumb from your lip or adjust a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. It was in these small, unassuming moments—the quiet companionship, the shared meals amidst the late-night grind—that your world, often so loud and public, found its most authentic peace.

It was well past ten by the time the last infuriating document was signed, stamped, and filed away. You stretched, a long, satisfying arch of your back, feeling the knots in your shoulders finally begin to loosen. The office, usually a hive of activity, was now eerily quiet, the only sound the hum of the ventilation system. You grabbed your discarded work clothes and your bag, tossing them unceremoniously at John. He caught them with an easy grin, neatly folding the clothes and tucking them into the bag he’d brought earlier.

As you exited the office, John’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours in a comforting grip. You walked through the cavernous, empty halls of the government building, the only signs of life a few night security personnel who offered polite smiles and mumbled goodnights. John kept your hand in his the entire way, a silent declaration of your connection in the otherwise sterile environment.

The cool night air was a welcome balm as you stepped outside. The city hummed around you, a distant murmur of traffic and the occasional siren. John remained steadfastly by your side, his hand never leaving yours as you began the familiar walk to your apartment. You talked about anything and everything that wasn't work — the ridiculousness of a new viral video, a terrible movie you’d both seen, even debating the merits of different ice cream flavors. It was a comfortable, easy conversation, the kind that reminded you how effortlessly you and John fit together.

“Maybe for our next date night,” John began, his voice thoughtful as he squeezed your hand gently, “we could just stay in? Or, hell, we could even drag Bucky and Sam out for something. Get them out of that loft of theirs.”

You were about to respond, perhaps to playfully suggest a double date that involved absolutely no government-related talk, when a harsh, slurring voice shattered the peaceful night.

“Faggot!” a man’s voice slurred from somewhere behind you.

You felt your jaw clench, a familiar heat rising in your chest. John knew that look, the one that preceded an unfiltered outburst, the same one that often landed you in hot water. You glanced at him, and his eyes, wide and pleading, silently begged you to just drop it. This wasn't the time. You took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of anger, and kept walking, pulling John along with you. The man continued his onslaught of slurs, a constant drone trying to pierce your forced composure, but you ignored him. Neither of you needed this. Not with everything that had happened in the past, and certainly not when all you wanted was a peaceful walk home.

You were almost past him, almost free, when the man suddenly stepped in front of you and John, effectively blocking your path. His phone was held aloft, pointed directly at your faces, the tell-tale red light of recording glaring in the dim streetlights. A wide, malevolent grin spread across his face as he recognized you both.

He instantly launched into an attack on John, a venomous tirade about his past, spitting out insults with a cruel, mocking laugh. Then, his eyes, narrowed and sharp, shifted to you. His tone changed, laced with a particularly ugly contempt as he started in about seeing you on the news, how some "fag tranny was working with a congressman." He leaned in, invading your personal space, his breath reeking of stale beer and malice.

That was it. Something inside you snapped. Before conscious thought could intervene, your hand shot out, grabbing his phone from his grasp. With a primal roar of frustration, you smashed it against the concrete sidewalk. The man shrieked, a high-pitched wail of outrage, acting as if he wasn't the one who had been relentlessly harassing you both.

John, seeing the volatile situation escalate, didn't say anything, opting instead to grab your arm and pull you away. He just wanted to diffuse the situation, to get you both out of there. But the man wasn't done. The second you were slightly past him, he lunged, reaching out to grab you.

Without a second thought, your fist connected with his jaw, a satisfying crack echoing in the quiet night as he stumbled back. "Fuck off, you piece of fucking dog shit!" you spat, the words laced with pure venom. But your anger only seemed to egg him on.

John stood there, momentarily frozen, trying to process the sudden shift. One moment you were his loving, generally non-violent boyfriend, and the next you were a whirlwind of righteous fury, beating a man up all because he dared to be an idiot. You were shouting insults, a torrent of profanity, all while continuing to land blows. John finally sprang into action, grabbing you under your arms, his grip firm as he pulled you up and back into his chest.

"Suck my cock! Fucking bitch!" you roared, still straining against John's hold, even as he was practically dragging you down the sidewalk like some goddamn feral raccoon trying to eat leftover trash.

John practically had to wrestle you the rest of the way home, your furious energy slowly waning as the distance from the confrontation grew. By the time he finally got the apartment door open, you stumbled in, throwing your bag onto the kitchen table with a thud.

"Can you believe that absolute ass-hat?!" you ranted, pacing the small living room. "The nerve! Coming at us like that, saying all that shit. And then acting like I was the one in the wrong when I smashed his stupid phone! He deserved every damn hit, John, every single one!" You gestured wildly, reliving the moment with every word, your adrenaline still coursing through you.

John, meanwhile, was leaning against the closed door, watching you with a gaze that was far from shocked or judgmental. Instead, a soft, almost dazed smile played on his lips. His eyes, full of something akin to admiration, followed your every agitated movement. He looked utterly, completely in love.

You finally paused, taking a much-needed breath, and turned to face him, your chest still heaving slightly. You cocked an eyebrow at the blatant adoration plastered across his face. "What?" you murmured, a hint of confusion in your voice.

John shook his head slowly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Nothing," he mumbled, pushing off the door and walking towards you. "Just... you were really hot, even while you were beating that guy up."

He reached you, his hands settling gently on your hips, pulling you closer. His eyes scanned your face, then your arms, a quick, silent inspection for any stray injuries. Finding none, a genuine grin spread across his face. "No, seriously," he confessed, his voice a little deeper now, "that was definitely a turn-on."

You stared at him for a second, then a loud, uninhibited laugh bubbled up from your chest, filling the quiet apartment. You leaned into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Oh yeah?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Well, next time I decide to beat up a bigot, I'll make sure to do it right in front of you."

John’s laugh joined yours, a warm, comforting sound. He tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you flush against him. "Deal," he whispered, before leaning down and pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your lips, a silent promise of solidarity against the world's ugliness.

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Supermarket Romance P3

Modern! Titus x Reader

S: His first conversation has inspired him to try and build greater connections with the people he already speaks to. His therapist is overjoyed with this development advising him that in due time he will see his anxiety dwindle as exposure is the best type of therapy. Titus is motivated and encouraged even, to pursue further socializing with you. Hopefully, this could be the start of a new connection.

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

Previous / Next

He didn’t know why he continued to do this to himself. Guilliman had told him to buy a notepad or set reminders on his phone but Titus refused to do so. It got to the point that Guilliman bought him his very own notepad with differently formatted pages so that he could use it for whatever he needed. He once again forgot to take the notepad or write anything down in it as he was browsing the grocery store shelves searching for something he knew he needed but forgot.

His forgetfulness only grew worse with the more he remembered the conversation he had with you a few days back. He couldn’t stop himself from reliving it as it was a weird source of comfort. You didn’t frown at him or make a displeased face. You looked at im, really looked at him, and didn’t think any different about his appearance. Even his doctor at times made faces when talking about his injuries. It made it hard to live in his body at times. But you made it tolerable, at least for the moment.

He mindlessly grabbed whatever was in front of him, not even bothering to read the label or check the price as he continued to relish in the memory before being snapped out of it by his phone buzzing. He pulled it out of his pocket, hoping to see a call from his doctor or Chairon but he was instead met with his boss's name. He frowned at the still-ringing phone but still answered the call reluctantly.

“Hello, Mr. Guilliman.” Titus greeted.

“For the love of everything, Demetrian. Stop calling me 'Mr. Guilliman'. I’m not just your boss, I’m your friend. Reframe from such a habit.” The younger man shouted. It never ceased to surprise Titus just how odd Guilliman was. Their age difference made this even more odd considering that Guilliman was also his superior at the office. It felt awkward to have his boss be younger than him but he guessed he couldn't complain too much as he himself was once a young Lieutenant and Captain who led men and women off all ages. Age didn't matter too much in the military if you had the ability to prove yourself capable of the work being assigned to you.

He assumed this is why Guilliman didn't stay longer in the military and didn't resign his contract. His might and his brain weren't worth being wasted in combat when it could be used for more analytical and important tasks such as leadership in the bureaucratic system they lived in. In a way, Titus was glad the younger man had left. Guilliman looked more relaxed working in an office than working in a tent in the middle of nowhere.

“I will do my best to refrain from addressing you in that way.” Titus complied.

“Good. Now, I have a question for you if you aren’t too busy.” Titus could practically hear the grin that was spreading across his boss's face.

“I’m not.” Titus began to walk down the aisle and into a new one as he spoke on the phone. He readjusted his phone so he could hold it with his other hand instead of the same hand that carried his basket full of groceries.

“I have an event that I want you to attend. I’m having some of my best employees come with me to help push and talk numbers with some big players in the industry that Father is interested in doing business with. This will be over the span of a week but won't be until a few months from now.” Guilliman explained.

“Ok?”

“I wanted to ask if you had anyone or any responsibilities that might interfere with this event.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Guilliman teased.

“I’m positive.”

“That’s a shame, I was hoping you’d say yes so I could get you an extra ticket for a potential plus one.” Guilliman added. Titus stopped in his tracks, processing what his superior had just said. Plus one? The only person he could think of that Guilliman might be insinuating is you and it made him feel unease.

Titus had mentioned you in passing during their lunch break. They had been speaking on the phone and decided to have lunch together to catch up on what the other was doing outside of work. He had been talking about how he had met someone at the supermarket who had caught his attention because of how they shopped. He didn’t know how to explain to Guilliman that you reminded him of his mother and how she would take great care in reading and observing costs and food contents when buying food. He didn’t know how to explain that he liked that you dressed the way you did, uncaring if some may criticize you for looking poorly in the middle of the day. He thought it was unique and quirky that you gave such a lacking amount of care to what those around you thought of you. It almost helped him feel less judged when he shopped.

Since then, Guilliman had tried getting him to talk more about you or about any of his few friends outside of himself. Guilliman found it interesting to see just how much Titus needed routines and positive reassurances to know he was doing good. This was in stark contrast to the Captain he had known who didn't seek praise and would scream his lungs out at privates and soldiers during drills and combat. A larger-than-life man who lived to serve was now reduced to an anxious mess who needed reinforcement. It was a fall from grace that Guilliman dared not talk about since he knew that his comments would do more damage than good.

All that Guiliman knew was that predictability and transparency helped Titus and that had remained the same even now. Guilliman wasn't complaining, Titus had been more talkative, more communicative, more present. He had found some strength to come into the office for small project events or meetings that could have been done remotely or even on an email debrief. He was seeing great developments in work and he wanted to nurture these new habits since it slowly brought out the man Titus once was.

"I dont know them well enough for that, Roboute." Titus explained.

"The event is 4 months away, ok. Im just saying that if by any chance there is someone in your life that you wish to bring along I'm more than happy to have them come. The more the merrier." Guilliman added. Guilliman said his goodbyes before hanging up without giving Titus time to respond back. Titus, annoyed, put his phone back into his pocket, not paying attention to the path ahead of him as he did.

"Ouch!" Titus snapped his head towards the noise in front of him. He looked down where he felt something crash into him only to find you sitting on the floor, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry." He apologized. He put his basket down on the floor before grabbing you by the arm and helping you to your feet.

"No, it's ok. It's on me. I wasn't paying attention." You apologized back. You patted your clothes hoping to clean them from any dirt you might have picked up in your fall.

"Thanks for picking me up, Titus." You smiled up at him, hoping that he didn't misinterpret your apology for sarcasm. Titus looked nervous as he watched you. He looked like he was inspecting you for injuries, not that you would have any, but just to make sure.

"No problem, Y/n."

"So what brings you back to the store, Titus? Anything new you're trying?" You asked wanting to be polite.

"I was told by my dietician to try adding more sugars into my diet. I'm... trying to see what is tolerable enough for me to eat." For someone of his stature, you would have assumed he would be louder but he was soft spoken. Clear and precise, calm but soft. It reminded you of the older gentleman living next door to you who would ask you to help him bring his case of water up if you had the time.

"Do you not like sweet?" You asked.

"I've developed a dislike for overly sweet things so I tend to avoid sugar in general." He explained. In reality, his anxiety made sugar act almost like a trigger. Either he could taste it and it was overwhelming or he'd consume it and it made his anxiety spike. He avoided sugary drinks, sweet treats, and even basic foods that have sweetner in it. The ice cream he had bought was the only thing he could tolerate as it wasn't too sweet and the cold numbed the taste.

"Fruit tends to be the easiest way to get sugar into a diet. It's hard not to enjoy them since there's variety." You explained. This seemed to ease Titus a little. His once furrowed brows eased just a little at the suggestion.

"I will try that." The conversation died from there. While you thought there was nothing more to say, Titus was buzzing with questions of his own. Another conversation with you meant more exposure which meant that his therapist would be proud of his progress and he himself will be proud of his progress.

"What about you?" He asked. He looked at your empty basket before returning his gaze to you.

"Me? Oh, I was seeing what I could get for $20. I don't really have the budget right now to experiment with food."

"What can you possibly get with $20?" He questioned. You thought his question was brash but you chalked it up to shock.

"You'd be surprised. It mainly works if you bargain or use coupons. For the most part, I get the ramen packets or rice." You shrugged.

"So you mainly eat...."

"Poorly? Yeah. When your broke you have to eat whatever, so might as well eat something that's not gross."

"Doesn't it leave you in a nutritional deficit?" Titus was trying to wrap his head around how anyone could possibly live off of this diet. Even the MRE's he would get in his service was better than the food you planned on buying. It sounded horrible and his face must have shown it because you laughed before explaining yourself.

"It does, but again, I dont have the money to buy anything other than the things I really need." You smiled up at him again, the corner of your eyes pinching against your cheeks.

"It was nice talking to you, Titus. Hopefully, next time we see each other you can tell me what fruits you liked." You winked at him teasingly.

"Of course. I will make sure to do so." He nodded. You couldn't help it, but you chuckled at him. He was amusing, to say the least. There was no way he was an actual person. He was too formal, too forward, too honest. You kinda felt bad for being able to know so much about this man when you haven't said enough about yourself.

As you walked away Titus sighed. This had been the longest conversation he had with you. This was good! He wondered if he had said too much or not enough. Maybe it was invasive to ask the questions had asked. It was all said and done but he couldn’t help but worry. He shook his head, he wasn’t going to allow doubt to consume him. Not now, not when he had just gained such a positive thing.

When he made it back home he made sure to go about his usual routine with as much urgency as he could. He double checked his locks, took a shower, put away his groceries, and grabbed his laptop from his desk to bring it over to his bed. He laid there, silently waiting for a call to come in. The ticking of his clock unnerved him as he waited. No matter how many times he had done this it still never stopped being stressful. The waiting, the anticipation ate at him as he counted down the seconds.

*bzzzz* *bzzzzzzz*

Titus clicked on the green answer button that appeared on his laptops screen before readjusting the camera and himself.

“Demetrian, what a pleasure it is to see you once more.” An older man with glasses that looked almost comically round, greeted Titus. He smiled, teeth showing as he waved at the man.

“Dr Galeo, it is good to speak with you again.” Titus greeted back.

“You’re looking well. I hope you’ve been following instructions given to you by your physician?”

“I have. There’s no need to be concern.”

“Good, good. I’m that case, let’s talk about your progress shall we? What have your most recent interactions with other people have been?” Galeo ask.

“Positive. I’ve been meaning to tell you abott it my interactions either Y/n, actually.”

“Do tell, Titus.” Proded Galeo.

It was as if the flood gates had open. Titus talked and talked and talked about you and the conversation you had had with each toner. Every moment, every word, every movement you had made was described in detail as he spoke to his therapist. Be couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he just needed to talk to someone about his new friend. Galeo didn’t mind his team kings, if anything, this was the whole reason why he enjoyed his weekly check in with Titus.

When Titus had first started therapy he was closed up. He refused to speak or even write down his thoughts or feelings. It was frustrating as it didn’t seem that the man would open up any time soon and Galeo would have to fire him as a client. So when Galeo proposed Titus begin making small interactions with people in his gym, this seemed to spark a reaction. Titus didn’t take recommendations but orders and a life of service made this even more important for how Galeo was going to treat him. So he began giving Titus orders. Do this, do that, you must complete this. This worked even if it felt like it was degrading to do but it gave Galeo space to work with. Titus began reporting back that he would speak to the kind woman in the front desk at his gym if only to say “hello” and “goodbye”. This began to slowly evolve into him speaking to the new security guard at the gym that had approached Titus asking what his workout routine was. Story after story of the security guard became frequent but what threw Galeo off guard was the story about the person Titus had met at the supermarket.

“They spoke to me, again.” Titus said. His voice was in awe, almost as if he couldn’t believe that a basic human interaction could possibly be directed at him. Galeo knew Titus was deeply insecure but to see him genuinely surprised that something so small such as a greeting or acknowledgment would be directed at him made something in Galeo mourn for his patient.

“And they said that they wanted to hear if I liked anything new that I tried.” Titus finished. Galeo smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“That’s wonderful Titus. You and your friend seem to be making progress."

"They even gave me their name. Y/n."

"See, and here you were worried about rejection. You're making good progress. This is something to celebrate." Galeo encouraged.

"It feels childish to celebrate something so normal but I truly feel like I've progressed in my treatment, Galeo."

"And I see that progress, Titus. In due time, you will see all of these efforts pay off." Galeo comforted him, hoping that his words held some value to the man.

They spent the rest of their session making idle conversation on things Titus could improve on. Galeo hoped that more social interaction could help Titus see that the world wasn't against him. They ended their session with Galeo tasking Titus with trying to extend this connection with you outside of the supermarket. friendship is good for his health and Titus, unfortunately, has lacked those platonic relationships ever since he left the military. Titus agreed with him and even stated that there had been a few people who had reached out to him but he hasn't had the courage to reach back out of discomfort. Galeo reassures him that all in due time, there's no need to rush but there needs to be an attempt to try. With that, Titus ended the call and began preparing an early dinner for himself. He ate his meal in silence as he thought about the events of today. Would you want to be friends with him? Would you feel comfortable spending time with him outside of the occasional bumping into each other in the supermarket? He made sure to clean his dishes and then take a shower before heading to bed. He lay in his bed contemplating the plans for the next day. He had it off, there was nothing for him to do. Maybe he would be kind to himself and explore the city he lived in.

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weeeeeekly · 1 year ago

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quarter life crisis – ot5 tomorrow x together x afab!reader

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blurb !!! Reincarnation can bring soulmates together despite their time apart. Being a huge fan of TOMORROW X TOGETHER helped you get through the struggles of entering early adulthood. You would thank them personally if you ever could but when you possibly get the chance it’s more than what you could ever hope for.

info !!! txt are still idols, reincarnation au, soulmates au, polyamory, throuple²… they’ll all eventually date each other, mc has mental health struggles, universe assigned lactose intolerance, team no kids, glasses wearer, lives in the middle of fuck nowhere but still a city (just go with it), pet names used are “our love” and princess, & not edited.

wc: 2.6k

WARNINGS !!! NSFW, MDNI, 18+, extremely self-indulgent, soft yandere!txt, mentions of mental health & self-harm (nothing graphic) for entire series

author’s note !!! This is fiction!!! this is made up!!! I do not condone breaking in, stalking, and other ulterior motives to get close to someone you are romantically interested in.

why are there not more ot5!txt x fem/afab or gender-neutral reader… mandatory note that i do not think txt act like this in real life. I also cannot come up with a blurb for the life of me, so please peep the info tags.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

(extra warning for fear of open water)

The rest of your week consisted of getting to know each of the members on an individual level.

The next day after your heart-to-heart with Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai, you had to head back to work the next day.

“Don’t go.” Kai complains, stretching the “o” out and hugging you tighter to his body.

“I have to. I don’t want to be unemployed.”

Yeonjun takes a sip of water from the doorframe, “Kai, let our love go. I’ll walk you to your car.”

After bargaining with Kai that you’ll hangout with just him tomorrow – and a quick use of the nickname “Hyuka” – you change for work in the bathroom, drink your usual iced matcha latte made by Taehyun, and say your goodbyes with your arm intertwined with Yeonjun’s.

“Thanks for walking me to my car.”

“It’s an excuse to spend alone time with you.”

Both of you get into elevator, Yeonjun tries to push the button, but it’s not working. Yeonjun gives you a forced chuckle as he hits the button again. Nothing. And then the open button for the doors that won’t open.

“You’re joking.” You deadpan as the lights go out in the elevator.

“I’m going to be so late to work.” You shoot a quick text to your boss as Yeonjun presses the emergency call button.

“Should I text the guys that we’re stuck?”

Just as you finish your sentence you hear Beomgyu call out, “I’LL SAVE YOU, OUR LOVE!”

The next 20 minutes is spent with Yeonjun telling you a story from their trainee days as Beomgyu and Kai take turns trying to open the elevator doors like they’re Spider-Man. Once you two are saved by the fire department, Yeonjun still walks you to your car via the apartment’s staircase. You get into your car but before you can close the door, Yeonjun bends down to kiss you on the cheek.

“Have a good day at work.”

Miraculously, you’re only 5 minutes late to work and your boss didn’t even notice.

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Wednesday, your favorite day of the week, and your promised day with Kai.

You even make sure to finish our work early so you can leave early to surprise him. You need to get groceries since your fridge and snack corner were getting bare. You hope that Kai won’t think it’s boring and a waste of solo time.

“Any time with you is good!”

The look on Kai’s face makes you want to cry – the look of “As-long-as-we’re-together-I’ll-be-happy” on his angel face makes your knees weak.

“How do you feel about going shopping with me?”

“Let’s go.”

You drive yourself and Kai to the family-owned supermarket that was the greatest thing within the city for the next couple of miles. The next best thing being the airport and the downtown city. You could honestly walk to the store, but you’re not too sure how much you both might buy.

The parking lot isn’t empty, but it’s also not full, so a good amount of people were also grocery shopping. You grab a cart as you open your phone’s notes for your list.

“Grab whatever you need.”

Kai nods as he heads down the aisle as you stop to look for your favorite brand of chips.

Kai can’t believe that he’s doing a mundane task with you again. It takes him back to when you two used to sail to the neighboring island to watch the nurse sharks migrate.

When he looks over to observe you, it’s like you never left. Sure, you don’t look the exact same as you once did, but you’ve kept the same mannerisms and facial expressions. Your manner of speech is almost identical except updated for the current times. Not even the language barrier can bother him or his other soulmates – as long as you stay together with them.

If he puts aside the fact that he’s a member of TXT, and pretends he’s just Huening Kai, it’s like you two are buying groceries as newlyweds for your shared home. The thought of him standing at the altar with his soulmates and looking down the aisle to see you walking towards them.

He needs to sit down.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you look down on him sitting in the middle of the chip aisle.

“Uh, looking for Yeonjun.” He comes up with the excuse as he reaches for a bag of hot fries.

“Good idea. We should surprise them with their favorite snacks.”

The smile on your face as you reach for the bag makes him need to sit down again.

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You power through your tasks at work so you can get home early again to hangout with Beomgyu. As you’re packing up your bag to leave your boss stops you.

“Someone’s in a hurry to leave.”

“Yeah, I’ve got plans with a friend.”

“Oh, a friend.” She winks at you continue packing. “Hopefully this friend can take your mind off ETC.”

“TXT.”

“Right, TXT. See you tomorrow!”

When you arrive at the parking garage, Beomgyu is waiting for you next to your parking spot. When you pull into the spot, you roll down the window to talk to him.

“Um, hey?”

“I want to walk you back.”

“That’s kind of you.”

As you two walk back, hands swinging in almost perfect synchronicity that your hands could touch, Beomgyu holds your hand as he holds the door open for you. Laid out on the table are the snacks purchased yesterday, extra pillows on the couch, and two controllers with the video game’s menu screen ready.

“You played this before?”

“No, I usually play farming games where I can do whatever I want and decorate my character and house.”

“The game is just fighting. Easy to learn.”

The two of you played the video game with Beomgyu winning 4 rounds in a row. You didn’t mind. You got to chill out, eat some snacks, and spend more time with him.

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After heading back to your apartment to sleep, you wake up to Taehyun calling you.

You groggily accept the call, “Hello?”

“Hey, can you get ready in 15 minutes to work out?”

You bolt up from bed, “Yes. See you soon. Bye!”

Hanging up, you rush to your closet to grab the comfiest clothes, the quickest shower ever, change, fill your favorite reuseable water bottle, and greet Taehyun in under 15.

“12… minutes.” You huff out as you try to catch your breath.

“Woah, we haven’t even started working out yet.”

Yeah, because not all of us can be athletically blessed and still look like the reincarnation of a Greek god while doing so.

You force a smile to Taehyun as you stand up. “Let’s just get this workout over with. Please go easy on me.”

“It’ll be an easy workout!”

Easy workout your ass. He made you want to die during stretching, tried to torture you with boxing against him, and made you cuss him out while on the stairmaster.

“I hate this stupid fucking machine.” You glare at Taehyun as he works out.

“It’s not that hard.”

You purse your lips to not make a sexual joke. Honestly, it’s been difficult to not make a multitude of jokes, especially with the fan edits you’ve seen. Many “I bet you are”, “You’re what”, and “I can show you what’s hard” were trapped in your mind.

The rest of the workout wasn’t as terrible since you begged Taehyun to use the remaining time on the treadmill so you could watch videos. You snuck your favorite To Do episode before you two went back to your apartments so you could get ready for work.

You hate to admit it but despite the fire you felt in your legs – you did feel better after working out in the morning. Just slightly.

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You immediately crashed after getting back home from work. You were excited to stay up late and catch up on some tv shows, but the second your head hit the pillow after showering and getting into some cozy pjs, you knocked the fuck out.

You did wake up refreshed the following morning though.

A text notification caught your attention as you were scrolling through your emails.

gc with 6 cuties

soob 숩 hi do you want to bake with me

hyuka egg tarts ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

you i’ll be over in 10

All of these social outings have made you feel like the most popular person on earth. You don’t want to dwell on the thought too much, but this is exactly what you wished for in high school – a group of friends you regularly hung out with. TXT was a friend group you’ve always wished for, but whatever you have with them is more than that. You still can’t wrap your head around how you were reincarnated soulmates, especially since only they held memories of it. It would’ve been a different story if it was vice versa, you wouldn’t have been believed.

Shutting your eyes and breathing out, that doesn’t matter right now. You should be getting ready to bake with Choi Soobin, your friend. Someone that you can confide your thoughts to and feel no judgement. Someone that apologized for not baking cookies for you when he moved in next door.

More than half an hour went by before you knocked on their door. You spent too much time trying to get your hair just right that you gave up before you started crying in frustration. Your outfit was fine, nothing exciting since you couldn’t find the clothes you wanted to wear.

Soobin just smiles at you when he opens the door, dimples on full display. You could write a master’s thesis on how much you love his dimples. Soobin’s whole face in general. When he does the silly one-sided smile to the head tilt with a wink and tongue out.

“Sorry for being late.”

“It’s okay.”

When you walk in, the rest of the guys are out of the apartment. The kitchen counter is full of baking supplies. Soobin ties a pink apron around himself before holding up a matching apron for you.

“Can I?”

You nod as you turn around so he can put the apron on for you. Once he’s done you turn around, “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

You widen your eyes at him before fixing your glasses, “Thanks.”

“We can bake cookies and egg tarts.”

Soobin baked most of the desserts as you barely served as an assistant. You weren’t complaining as you were too excited to eat the food. You did help measuring the dry ingredients, putting on icing, using the oven, and giving Soobin space in general.

The rest of the guys came home while you two were still baking with Taehyun coming home last when you were letting the desserts cool down. The 6 of you lounge around the living room, eating the desserts when you say the first thought that comes to mind. “I want to be in a pool right now.”

“It’s 10 PM. The pool is closed.”

You sent a smirk to Yeonjun, “So? We can sneak in. We can go after you guys finish eating.”

The next few minutes are spent with everyone quickly scarfing down more desserts before leaving. Kai makes sure to grab some towels. Your little group takes the stairs down to the first floor and take the side door to the apartment complex pool.

Taehyun stops walking, “Wait, we don’t have swim clothes.”

You turn your head over your shoulder, “It’s okay, we don’t need any.”

Taehyun turns to Yeonjun who has his mouth open in shock. Soobin’s ears turn red as Kai stops in his tracks. Beomgyu pushes Kai to keep walking. They don’t want to voice it out loud, but they’re all thinking the same thing.

Are you going to swim naked like they used to in the past.

Once you climb the fence, they hear a splash a few minutes later which causes them to quickly scale the fence.

You’re standing in the shallow end as you wave at them to get in. As they approach the pool ledge, you swim over to them and push yourself up to sit on the ledge. They notice that your clothes are sticking to your figure causing inappropriate thoughts to flood their mind yet again.

You look at Yeonjun as his ears turn red.

“Are you blushing?”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

You giggle as you tease him and the way your nose scrunches up causes his heart to flip like before. If he squints his eyes – it’s almost like you never left on that damn ship.

Beomgyu goes to pretend to push Yeonjun in, but Yeonjun moves at the last minute and makes him accidentally push you in.

You let out a surprised gasp as you go underwater. When you resurface, your glasses are missing.

“Oh no, my glasses!”

Beomgyu face drops, confusion written on your face as you look around the dimly lit pool.

“I’m so sorry, love. Soobin will help you find them.”

“W-what?” Soobin steps backwards away from the group, shaking his head in protest.

“Just shine your phone flashlight.”

Soobin carefully walks toward the ledge, death gripping his phone. You dive under the water again and resurface with a frown.

In a fraction of a second, Kai rips Soobin’s phone out of his hand as you pull Soobin’s ankle toward you, making him fall in.

Once underwater, you open your eyes to look at Soobin, but even with your shitty vision and the blurriness from the water, you know something is wrong. You reach your hands out to pull Soobin above water.

Even with both of your feet touching the floor, Soobin starts freaking out. He clings to you as you look over to the guys with confusion clearly written on your face.

Soobin keeps muttering something as you try to make sense of what he’s saying.

“It’s my fault.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Soobin, look at me. You’re okay.”

You hold Soobin’s face as he finally makes eye contact with you and regulates his breathing.

“You’re okay. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault.”

“You.”

“Yeah, it’s me. Let’s get you out of the pool.”

Taehyun gets into the pool and helps you walk Soobin out to sit him down in a lounge chair. You sit down next to him as Yeonjun drapes a towel over his shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. We should head back to our apartment before we get in trouble.”

“HEY!”

All of your heads comically whip in the direction of the stranger’s shout only to see one of the complex’s security guards waving a flashlight from across the pool, on the other side of the fence.

“Oh shit.”

The 6 of you start running to the door and run up the flight of stairs not stopping until Yeonjun locks the door of their apartment behind you.

“Dammit. I left my glasses in the pool.”

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author's note i drove myself to panera to write this chapter out in an effort to be productive. i'm posting this from panera!! yeah, i definitely cannot keep up a consistent schedule for updating. my bad y'all. i should have just waited until i wrote out the entire story before posting.

#txt x reader #txt x you #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together x you #txt fanfic #txt smut #ot5 x reader #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #yandere txt

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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缘分 (yuán fen)

pairing: jungkook x reader

soulmate au tiny thoughts/ headcanons

my new favorite chinese word is 缘分 (ping yin: yuánfen) which is the belief that destiny or fate plays a part in bringing two lovers together, or that a relationship is predestined to happen. and i think it’s so cute :(

so now i’m thinking jungkook soulmate au- possibly red string of fate type of story

☆ where jungkook works as a personal trainer, probably at some well known gym within the area. the pay had always been decent, enough for him to get by, and he got to do one of his many life’s passions so he’d never had a reason to complain

☆ the first time he meets you is in a convenience store, way past midnight because he had a client that had left late and barely anything for an overdue dinner, so he finds himself stumbling into the corner shop by his apartment

☆ he’d think nothing of the first meeting, a quick exchange; a few pleasantries and a polite smile. maybe the off thought, a meager worry that you’re working so late with no one to help you, and a wary walk home after your shift

☆ obviously he’d never expected to meet you again, especially not restocking cereal in the supermarket. your eyes would light up with recognition and he thinks his own must have done the same. galaxies reflecting in both your eyes, constellations that belonged to one another or fractions of stars whose hands were reaching out to be reunited

☆ the both of you would laugh about the second chance encounter. exchanging names, small talk about jobs, (you had 2 though were thinking of getting a third), and he found it endearing how much interest you had in his own life, genuine curiosity.

☆ and maybe that’s when he starts to think that maybe this was destiny, or the stars in the universe had aligned in such a way that surely your paths must meet at multiple crossroads, mapped out with fine ink that brought the two of you back together

☆ and maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel as bad for not asking for a way to contact you. because the smallest part of him believed that if it really were destined, surely you’d meet by chance again

☆ that doesn’t mean that jungkook doesn’t doesn’t play with what’s written in the stars. he starts walking home that little bit later, occasionally taking the alleyway towards the convenience store he’d first met you in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. activating reality squashing his dreams as you never seem to be working when he walks by anymore

☆ maybe a month later he sees you again. the moon barely visible behind the clouds, and a nice summer breeze tickling the bare skin of his arms when he sees you

☆ sat outside that very same convenience store, ice cream near melting as you kick your feet against the gravel path, shoes a little beaten up and eyes fighting to stay open.

☆ “jungkook?” you’d look up at him from where you’re sat, and he’d smile.

☆ and this time he took it as a sign to try and start something with you. either it be love or friendship, he would let destiny write the rest of your story for him

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #bts fic

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idk6123 · 1 year ago

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Rags To A Home (Andrew Van De Kamp X Male Reader)

The chilly wind goes through the friend group as they enjoy a night in the town. With it being Friday, they don’t have to worry about staying up too late and coming to school too late. During their travels, they walk through a street, where the homeless teen, Andrew, is sleeping on a couch. He holds a blanket dearly for his life. As the group passes by him, he suddenly wakes up by the chattering.

“They really need to do something with all these homeless.”

“How? Give them jobs? Or just put them out?”

“Do you guys have to be so cynical? We’re literally passing by them.” Along the group, there seems to be one person who seems to have at least some compassion.

“You will be complaining too if you keep seeing them every time you get to the supermarket.”

Andrew merely sighs tiredly and closes his eyes, trying to ignore them. Out of nowhere, he hears a thud. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the students accidentally hits his backpack and let it slide a few feet away from him. It doesn’t appear none of them notices. However, as most of the group walks away, one person stops to grab the bag and swiftly running back.

Andrew has a quick look on who the person is. It’s a guy. He looks normal, totally different from how he looks right now. Though there is kindness in his eyes, he’s a bit nervous, even though he doesn’t notice Andrew looking at him.

“Thanks.”

The teen looks startled as his eyes lays on Andrew. He puts the bag next to Andrew’s chair. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N! You coming!?”

“Coming!”

With that, the boy turns around and runs to rejoin the group. Andrew let another sigh. Although the world seems to keep kicking him to the ground, he does appreciate small acts of kindness.

Couple of days later, and the teen cycles to his school. With his backpack on his back, he’s prepared for the school day. As he cycles through the streets, there appears to be a roadblock in his way. So, he uses a different route, which revolves him to be in the same street he and his friends passed a couple of days ago. As he cycles, his eyes instantly lie upon the homeless teen. He can’t help but stop cycling as he stares at the other guy, who notices him.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Y/N isn’t usual speaking to homeless people. Hell, strangers in general. But seeing someone homeless around his age he finds it disturbing. He stops cycling and parks it next to Andrew’s place. Afterwards, he walks towards him. “I hope what happened days ago didn’t cause you any trouble.”

“Not really. But was nice of you for helping me out.” Andrew grabs his can and shakes it. Y/N hears a couple of coins from it. “Any chance I can help me out again?”

“I left my money back at home. Sorry.”

“Oh. It’s alright.”

Feeling sorry for the teen, Y/N puts his bag down. Andrew curiously watches as Y/N grabs out what appears to be his lunch. “I got a sandwich… 3 juice boxes… and a chocolate chip cookie.” He generously hands over the food towards Andrew, who looks gratefully.

“Thanks man. You sure you don’t need it?”

“I ask a friend to buy me something. Besides, you need it more.”

Andrew smiles. “Thanks. That means a lot, Y/N.”

“How did you…?” Y/N then remembers his friends calling out his name. “Never mind. I’m glad I could help… uhm…”

“Andrew.” He hands out his free hand, allowing Y/N to shake it.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyway, school is about to start, so I gotta go. Take care.”

“You too.”

Ever since that day, Y/N visit Andrew right before his school starts. He convinced his parents to give him lunch money instead of making lunches of him. So, Y/N then makes his own lunches, only to give it to Andrew. Alongside giving the food, the two made some small talk before Y/N needed to go.

One day, though, Andrew spots Y/N cycling towards him in the afternoon. He looks stressed and requested something. Minutes later, they get in a fast food restaurant. Andrew is enjoying the fries Y/N bought for him in exchange for helping him out with his homework.

“And then… you calculate this… by dividing this… and that’s your answer.” Y/N follows the steps Andrew gave and after calculating it, he writes down the answer. Afterwards, he shows it to Andrew, who checks it. “Yeah, you did it right.”

“Holy shit! Finally.” Y/N is happy he got to solve it. “I don’t get why I can’t just use a calculator. There is a reason they exist.” Andrew merely laughs as he continues eating. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Well, you’re clearly smart. Both books and just in general. And you’re young enough to live with your parents. So… why are you homeless?”

Andrew is a little caught off by Y/N, but he doesn’t mind the question. After all, there are barely any people who are willing to talk to him. “You can blame my alcoholic mom for that. If she didn’t abandon me at the side of the road, maybe I would still have a roof over my head.”

“Oh…” Y/N frowns. “Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I hate her anyway long before that.” Andrew merely shrugs Y/N concern off. “Right now though, I have to worry about other things. …Any chance you got any other homework you need help with?”

The student didn’t, but he doesn’t want to leave Andrew just yet. So, from his bag, he grabs his English homework. As they move on with that, Y/N wants to learn more of his friend. “Do you want to talk about it? You’re past?”

“There isn’t much to say. She’s this controlling, traditional trad-wife and if you think it isn’t that bad, she interrupted my father’s funeral just because the tie didn’t match with his outfit.”

“Yikes.”

“And now imagine living with her.” Andrew adds. Although venting about his life, he looks like he accepted the situation just a bit. “There is plenty of more stories. I remember coming out to her and my dad. Now, my dad didn’t had an issue with it, but she was quick to call the priest to put me in conversion camp.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Though it sounds like your dad was a good man.”

Andrew chuckles. “Trust me. He wasn’t perfect. He cheated and had this weird BDSM fetish. Still, way better than my mom.”

“So… what are you planning?” Y/N wonders. “For the future.”

The blonde scratches his head. “Well… surviving in general. Get a job. With some luck, find a rich husband.”

Y/N hums. “If only if I was rich…”

“Oh.” Andrew is impressed Y/N is interested in it. “I appreciate the complement, but you wouldn’t want to marry me after you learn what I do to live.”

Y/N looks concerned. “Are you a criminal or something?”

“No, not like that.” Andrew looks amused, but soon drops his smile. “To get money, I perform… deeds that makes men very happy.”

Y/N instantly knows what he’s meaning. “You’re a sex worker?”

Andrew nods. “Yeah, I guess.” There is an awkward silence between them, with Y/N looking away and back to his work. “Well, if by any chance you also want help with other needs, you can come to me.” He can’t help but crack a joke, but Y/N doesn’t look amused. Andrew then drops his smile. “Look, you don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Sorry. I just find the situation fucked up.” Y/N replies. He continues to look stoic. “And I wish I could help more.”

“I don’t expect you to give me a house or something. You already gave me more than most people.” Andrew assures. “And not just that, you’re the first guy that actually wants to hang out with me. Not many people want to be associated with a homeless guy unless it’s for sex.”

Still, Y/N remains quiet, thinking about the situation. “Thank you for saying that… but I got to do something about this.”

“How? Empty your entire back account?” Andrew is curious what he’s thinking. “I won’t say no, but I’m definitely questioning what’s wrong with you.”

“Look, I don’t know what to do, but I think of something.”

Though thinking Y/N has no chance for fixing the situation, Andrew can’t help but appreciate his help. “You will go through whatever you’re doing just for me. You must really like me, huh?”

Y/N hums amused. “Well, if things were normal, I definitely would ask you out. Just… let’s make sure you’re safe first.”

“And you don’t care that I had how many dicks?”

“Must mean you’re good at sex.”

Andrew laughs, not expecting the joke. “I like to see what you’re going to do. But if that won’t work, feel free to go to me, whether it’s homework or something fun.”

“I appreciate the offer, but if we’re going to do it, it’s going to be free.”

Couple of days later, and Y/N has a solution. So, he goes to his friend to tell the good news, only to see a middle-aged man offering money to Andrew, but it looks more like he’s paying him, which makes Y/N sick. He quickly cycles to his friend to stop what’s happening.

“Yo, got a minute?”

“I’m… kinda busy.” Andrew points to the man, making Y/N frown. Thus, from his hands, Y/N snatches the money to give it back to the man. “Hey!”

“Go buy yourself porn or something. Beat it.”

The stranger looks shocked, but he doesn’t question it and walks away, making Andrew sighs. With a glare, he looks back at Y/N. “Thanks Y/N. You just lost me my dinner.”

“Then allow me to give it to you, because I find a solution.” Now, this peaks Andrew’s curiosity. “You’re moving in with me.”

The homeless man looks stunned. “You serious? I thought you lived with your parents?”

“Yes, but I convinced them to let you move in with me.”

“Did you mention that I’m homeless and a whore too?”

“Only the homeless part. I just twisted the truth a bit.” Y/N replies. Andrew looks eager what he said, so Y/N obliged. “I did lie about you being my boyfriend, but it was for a good cause! See, I told them that I’m in a long relationship with a closeted guy, but once he came out, he get kicked out of his mom’s house. And since I’m on my parent’s good side, they’re willing to let you stay for at least a couple of days and once he finds a suitable place for you to live, that’s when you move out.”

The blonde definitely didn’t expect that. “You want to live together? What are you up to?”

“Nothing! I’m just here to help you.” Y/N defends himself. “Oh, and if you’re not comfortable with the boyfriend part, we can say we end up as friends or something.”

Andrew can’t help but smile. He can’t think of anyone else that showed this amount of kindness towards him. Not his mom, not his dad, not his sister. Not even Justin, who was the only one that cared for him. He walks towards the guy to kiss him on the lips. Y/N returns it and after three seconds, Andrew pulls back.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re a great guy. Guess you will receive that free sex after all.”

Y/N chuckles. “Not to be rude, but can we check up at the doctors before…”

“Fair.” Andrew hums. “I can return the favor anytime.” With a smile, Andrew looks back at his now former sleeping place. “I’m not missing that chair.”

“How long ago was it when you slept in a bed?”

“Way too long.” Andrew looks back. “Wait, I’m sleeping in a bed?”

“My parents are okay with us sharing the room. They know we don’t do it when they’re home. …They keep telling me how thin the walls are.”

Andrew laughs happily. “Nice to know that my parents in law are going to be better than my actual parents.” He walks towards his bag to grab it. Once on his back, he looks back to his boyfriend. “I’m done with this dump. Let’s go.”

Y/N grabs his bike and looks behind him. “Get on loser. We’re going home.”

With a sprint, Andrew jumps on the back of the bike as Y/N begins cycling away. The former homeless man grabs his boyfriend’s torso as he slowly watches his former home fade away. With his head against Y/N’s back, he can imagine all the pain of the past away. No more living with Bree Van De Kamp. No more restrictions or ridiculous rules. Maybe now he can finally live in a normal family, with normal parents that has a great, selfless son, which he hopes he’s going to spend a very long time with. Hopefully his entire life.

#desperate housewives #andrew van de kamp #andrew van de kamp x male reader

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dllamarama · 1 year ago

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Episode 16 Queen of Tears BaekHong recap

I just have to say this again. It was fine if this amnesia plot happened in an earlier episode so that we can see Hae In slowly fall in love with Hyun Woo again even with YES manipulation. We should be able to see Hae In being guided by her own feelings towards Hyun Woo instead of just relying on her notebook or memories. To see they rediscover their miraculous love and how it blooms into something stronger than their attraction in the past. I love the angst from the early episodes and I imagine how perfect this drama would be if they can show the slow burn of their rediscovery of love. BUT… We lost a much more important plot for the BaekHong couple because PJE is much more interested in making more plot twists and having a ridiculous climax episode where Hyun Woo was hit by a car and then shot by YES but miraculously live. Even without the gunshot scene, it was already a life threatening situation for Hyun Woo after the accident. He had a severe ribs and liver injury WITH suspected internal bleeding. But that man survives (of course) it in the end even with a gunshot and loss of blood. I’m not complaining that the man survives (no one even surprised that he lives) but the extravagance of the situation was totally unnecessary when you have so many things left unexplained.

Scene: The promise he made

I’m kind of angry and disbelieving that they chose to show his promise right after he was being hit by the car. I don’t understand what more they want from him? He already realised his mistake and paid for it with their divorce and allowing Hae In to do as she please with the process, he got his karma when Hae In loss her memory and treated him badly which was how he was treated after their big fight which was also the start of their relationship going downhill. Both of them contribute the same for their divorce but I thought it was already settled when they both had a talk in front of Yongduri supermarket in episode 10. So honestly this part of memory just pissed me off.

The writer is portraying him as someone who forgot his promise but the timeline is wrong in my opinion. Hyun Woo promised to always take her side even if she can’t do the same for him. But, this promise comes before he knows that Hae In is a chaebol. After he knew the truth, he was hiding from Hae In by sending his resignation letter and staying at Yongduri when Hae In came with a helicopter to propose to him by promising to not make him cry and to put his trust on her. The problem here is that if they want to make it a point that Hyun Woo broke and forgot his promise to her, it should come with the understanding that he knew the full story. I’m not saying that his promise is invalid because he didn’t know the full story. I just fcking pissed that they had to pointed this out at this exact moment for a guy who had suffered so much from the family that didn’t appreciate him and with his wife that haven’t fully recovered her memory. It just sucks.

Scene: Lunatic Baek Hyun Woo

This guy with a severe rib and liver injury ran away from the ER to save his wife. He endures a long walk in forest which was covered in thick snow while braving through his injury. Does this even make sense? And to know later that he will be shot in his shoulder with a gun but still comes out alive and well. Can’t they make it a bit more realistic and choose one injury out of those two to make him survive till the end? Anyway, Hyun Woo arrives at Queen's family villa and has to walk through the forest in order to keep hiding from YES men. Luckily before he entered the family villa, their keeper’s clever dog found him and led the way to the keeper’s house. Shout out to this clever cutie for helping his saviour. He obtained the back door’s key and was able to find Hae In inside the villa.

Before we get to the point where Hyun Woo saves Hae In, I have something to say about YES's memory of the day Hong Soo Wan died. So, basically the back story is that YES was there when his mom caused the boat to capsize and caused the death of Hae In’s brother and her mother to hate her. I understand that this plot was important for Hae In to testify in court later for MSH crime. But let me stress this again. If you have so many back stories that need explanation, why don’t you do it sooner or have an extra episode? It’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that we didn’t even know how she did that and why was Hae In and her brother the only one on the boat without any adults? So many questions unanswered and so many things were left being told in a half-assed format.

Back to our couple, Hyun Woo cuts off the electricity in the villa and manages to bring Hae In out of there. But, they have to walk a long way through the thick snow to meet up with Yang Gi at the main gate. When Hyun Woo stumbles in the snow and Hae In worries about him, this is the first time she ever talks to him with warmth in her tone and gaze after her surgery. Hyun Woo was touched with her words and held back his tears while reaching to hold her hand and walking side by side through the snow. It seems that they are already close to the main gate before YES appears with crazy eyes holding a gun. Hyun Woo was shot when YES was aiming his gun at Hae In. While this guy is on the verge of dying, the only one he cares about is Hae In and tells her that he is okay while reaching her hands to tell her not to cry. The parallel that we never wanted was shoved to us when Hyun Woo asked her to not go anywhere, the exact same thing that Hae In asked from him in Germany. Hae In’s dialogue to Hyun Woo is also similar to his promises to her in Germany.

Scene: Hyun Woo being loved by everyone

Hae In’s mother finally realised that Hyun Woo was the one who saved Hae In from the drowning accident years ago. She regrets and is ashamed that she treated him badly while he was married to Hae In and giving him a hard time throughout their marriage. But, Hyun Woo’s mother is a saint and Hyun Woo is the exact copy of Jeon Bong Ae. She does not resent Sun Hwa and just asks for her to pray for Hyun Woo so that he can pull through the surgery and to be grateful once he regains consciousness. Another point worth mentioning here, the Queens family owes so much to Hyun Woo and I wanted to see them treating him better. But we never get the chance, because it seems like PJE loves to see him suffer and denying us the chances to see him being respected and doted on by the Queens family or even in the company. He was treated so badly in the family and within the Queens Group itself, but we never saw the difference after all his effort reinstating the Queens family back into their company. It just does not balance out.

Hae In did not move an inch from Hyun Woo’s bedside while waiting for him to regain consciousness. She regrets all her harsh words and treatment for him when she thought that he’s the bad guy due to YES manipulation. She tells him that now she understands why her heart’s ache the first time she sees him in prison and why she keeps making excuses just to see him. She might not love him yet but she will definitely fall in love with him again just how he found his love back towards her. And to think that we were robbed of the opportunities to see them falling in love slowly as she regains her memories and love. After seeing that Hyun Woo does not show any sign of consciousness, Hae In resorts to blackmail (lol). But of course that works on Hyun Woo. He wouldn’t want to see her falling sick and after the moments she told him that she felt dizzy, he just miraculously (decided) to wake up. The first word he utters… Hae In-ah with that weak voice, this parallelism is killing meeeee. Of course it’s Baek Hyun Woo’s signature to ask “gwaenchana?” when he was the one getting hit by a car and shot by a gun in the same night (not to forget braving through a thick snowy forest).

Hae In finally (officially) said sorry for failing to recognise him and couldn’t remember anything while only saying harsh things to him. Hyun Woo cuts her off and said that he also forgot about how much he wanted (desired) her in the past. He forgot his determination to stay by her side through thick and thin. He forgot all about his promises and only caused her pain. He said sorry and that he loves her. He reaches for her hand where she gladly takes it and brings it closer to her lips. He said thank you to her this time and his thank you means so many things; that she comes back to him, for accepting him, for being there for him and for remembering him. My favourite Baek Hyun Woo’s moves; cupping her face and caressing her cheek. Hingggg….. Finally, with only less than one hour left for this series to end, our couple is finally back together and their total screen time for this episode is around 15 minutes only HAHAHAHAHAAA

Scene: Fox Baek Hyun Woo

Where did you learn this behaviour Baek Hyun Woo? Well probably from old Hong Hae In. She was the one giving him the opportunity and advantage to use his foxy skill on the new Hae In. His database for having the foxy attitude includes that;

1) Hae In is VERY jealous of him always being the centre of attraction especially when he is being cute or showing his forearm muscle with rolled up sleeve or even just standing mindlessly while waiting for train.

2) Knowing that he was his first love and probably the only guy she has ever love and will be loved in her life.

3) They are THE couple with the greatest fate of all time.

4) Knowing that he was her most prized possession and the biggest waste to not have in her life.

5) She loves that he is handsome, kind, smart but not arrogant, cooks delicious stew and will always date him even if she’s reborn a hundred times.

6) He knows exactly his effects on her and how to use it.

7) He read her notebook and knew how much he is loved by her.

So, he has all these saved in his database and he is confident with her love for him even though she still doesn’t fully remember all about him. He was unsure of her love for him when he drafted the divorce settlement paper. He probably thinks that he was just a prized possession for her and he got all the qualities she needed in a husband. Hae In also did not express her love for him before their divorce so he had zero knowledge about how much she loved him. But, it’s different now. She started to express her honest feelings for him starting from their trip to Germany for her first treatment. And after that, both of them started to understand each other better. With newly found confidence in their love for each other, they become more expressive and playful.

The way he wrote back to her and purposely not putting the notebook back into her handbag, the way he flirts back to her “Yes, I’m looking at you” makes her speechless for a few seconds and the way he purposely wanted validation from her when she tells him that he is perfect and having all the traits that she loves. I wouldn’t survive a day as Baek Hyun Woo’s wife, I’ll just melt to the floor and evaporate into air. He looks at Hae In like she hung the star on the sky for him and she is the loveliest human being (can’t deny this) on earth.

Scene: This should’ve been done before episode 15

The Queen's family returned to Queens Group and we had a glimpse of our favourite couple’s office romance. Hae In and Hyun Woo resume their positions in the Queens department store. When they bump into each other during lunch time, instead of passing each other and only seeing their backs, they are finally able to greet each other excitedly. Hyun Woo greets her first and tells her and her team to enjoy their lunch. Hae In is acting as nonchalant as possible but we can see clearly that she is giddy and melting inside. Secretary Na is giving Hae In a false hope when she tells her that Hyun Woo had a reservation made at a restaurant famous for marriage proposals. She anticipates the dinner and expects Hyun Woo to call but he didn’t call her, so she calls him. But the reservation was for his legal team dinner and she is disappointed and sulky at the revelation.

She went back home alone and decided to go into Hyun Woo’s bedroom. She stands at the same place Hyun Woo stands in episode 4 and looks around his room. She saw a glow in the dark smiley star on the ceiling and thought that he was too old for that kind of stuff, until… a memory flashes in her mind. She is brought to the day that she decided to get rid of everything inside the room. We saw her conflicted and sad expression while the workers were cleaning the room. She confronted Hyun Woo after she found out that Hyun Woo moves his stuff from their bedroom to their (empty) baby’s room.

They both are sad for the loss of their baby and instead of talking about it and mourning it together, they decided to make a decision based on their current emotional capacity. Our sweet and fragile Hae In with a deep emotional scar from her past trauma, she couldn’t bear the thought of having a room full of baby stuff without anyone to occupy it. She is haunted by her own insecurities and inability to carry a child and birthed it. I need to mention here that she is on medical leave for the miscarriage while Hyun Woo is at work (and obviously distraught) and being alone in this situation will make you overthink and postpartum depression is a bitch. But, she didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. She even shuts Hyun Woo and he was unable to penetrate her shield. Hae In’s sadness and mourning was very complex to be understood, because she bottled up her feelings so often that she herself starts to believe that she is a cold-blooded person unworthy of emotions. So, she hides her feelings and put on a mask to deceive others.

Hyun Woo, our sweet and sensitive Hyun Woo on the other hand wears his emotion on his sleeves. He needed more time to cherish the brief moment of their baby through the room, and for him it seems like Hae In was trying to erase everything about their unborn child by clearing out the nursery. And she did that while he was at work, without discussing it with him. The moment he came home, he saw all the stuff from the nursery was being removed. So, he asked her (flashback from episode 5) while containing his anger and sadness about her decision to clean out the room. But she responded with a defensive and cold tone void of all emotion “It only gets on my nerves (could also be translated as annoying).” He was hurt deeply by her choice of words that were associated with their loss; annoying and useless, like the baby was just an object of purpose and not the fruit of their love. He retreated from her as he realised that she had more important things to attend to; her work, believing that he cannot talk sense into her and the damage has been done anyway. He couldn’t see that she was just better than him at hiding her emotion. Deep down, he knew that her harsh words are not what she intended but maybe he is tired of trying to understand her while her words cut deeper than any wounds at that moment.

She confronted him when she found out he moved his stuff into the nursery. She’s hurt that Hyun Woo moved his stuff without telling her first but he gets back at her by using the same logic, she also made the decision to empty the nursery without telling him. But, Hong Hae In… she was raised in a twisted and toxic household so she heard it as something entirely different, she accused him of something that only her mother would do; blaming her for the miscarriage. Hyun Woo didn’t even spare a breath to deny her accusation while in confusion of her thought process. Before he even finished his sentences, she cut him off with a more venomous assumption, “I know you want to say that it’s my fault!”. Hyun Woo was rendered speechless at this and he sigh unbelievably at that. For, she accuses him of something he never even thought of and for her loss of faith towards him to paint him as something as low as that. And, he walks away again this time because he knows that she will believe nothing no matter what he says. She won’t listen and he stopped trying. They both shut off the other because it is easier for Hyun Woo to mourn freely and for Hae In to think that it is her punishment for failing to keep the baby.

In a way, Hyun Woo was making that decision so that he could cry freely. Hae In wouldn’t know the tears he shed every night missing someone he never met. Even his cry on the first night in the nursery was hushed and suppressed. He doesn't want her to heard his cries despite being in different room. That was his consideration for his wife who was mourning in silence. His whole body was shaking to contain his sorrow and pain.

My imagination just ran wild thinking of the possibility that had they lived in Hyun Woo’s small apartment after marriage. Maybe they will have no choice but to solve their issue faster, they can’t go anywhere in that small space. Even if Hyun Woo went out to clear out his head, he will have to come home and share the same bed with Hae In, maybe realising sooner that she had always waited for him to come home before going to bed. She will know how much he cried at night for the child they lost, he would be able to hug her when he realised that all the harsh words she chose was to protect herself.

I’m just furious and frustrated that; 1) they had to mention about their loss at the last 15 minutes of the last episode of the drama, 2) they talk about it after she loses her memory. Even then, it was too short! It’s like they thought of it at the last minute (but this drama is pre-produced) and goes "Shit! We forgot to give a closure for the reason they fell apart and why this drama begins. Let me just put this here.... there, done!"????¿¿¿. She remembered it as a fragment of her memories not as a whole thing that she experienced. Yes, she felt sad and devastated when she remembered it but the main point of it is that she is just a visitor of the memory and all the feelings from that time were not the same as what she felt when she remembered the moment. So, we did not get a proper closure from both of them because one of them is not present at that moment. Baby 1031 was used as a bridge for Hyun Woo and Hae In to finally take a step forward and move towards marriage in mind (again). If this conversation happened before Hae In lost her memory, we would get a full closure on how the miscarriage had affected them and both of them acknowledge that they both are using the baby’s due date for their password. Their apology would’ve been heartfelt and their journey for their rediscovery of love would feel complete.

Although I agree with Hae In that the reason they fell apart was not because of the miscarriage, but it was definitely what was shaping their relationship early in the marriage. Based on the due date, the incident probably happened just around the time they reach their first year anniversary. So, the remaining two years was the aftermath of their altercation about the nursery and their baby 1031. They probably had not always been rocky throughout the year, but the fact that they are still using separate bedrooms says much more than necessary. It’s true that they did not fall apart solely because of the miscarriage, but largely due to their ego and failure to talk and mend their broken heart and pain when it happens. They let it fester and avoiding the problem because resenting each other was easier than lowering their ego to knock on their doors. But still… For me it feels like there was no closure about baby 1031, I don’t know how to describe it but I just need them to acknowledge their loss of baby together. Because they both mourn on their own and then they never talk about it again, it pains me when I remembered the way Hae In treated their planned pregnancy by her parents in episode 1. She treated their baby as a necessity (I know she didn’t mean that), but I needed to hear that from her about baby 1031. That baby was not because of necessity, that baby was conceived out of love from both of them. And for the writer to not have the decency to at least let them talk about it when Hae In had a full understanding about it was what infuriates me the most.

Summary:

The bittersweet ending of the series will be much more appreciated if the execution of the last two episodes focuses more on the BaekHong couple’s development. Instead, they decided that they want to make the last two episodes in an overdramatic funfair that match makjang drama set up. Unless Baek Hyun Woo died in the last episode then only it will make sense to make the guy being hit by a car and shot by a gun. But, in the end he lives and no one is expecting him to die at the end also. So? All of it was very superficial in order to keep the viewer’s engagement in the plot twists.

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adoracora-elizabeth · 10 months ago

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Music made me love you, chapter 13

"What if nobody shows up?" Cora was pacing around in her small living room.

"Can you please stop? You are making me nervous." Sorcha moaned. "Your book is selling very well. Especially since you managed to get it into your local supermarket. People will show up, and if they do not. Well, then you will have a free evening."

Cora stopped pacing. "You are right. And the book is selling, so I should be a bit more confident."

"Making sure your book is sold in Supermarkets was a very smart decision."

"Right. Time to go, I cannot be late for my own Meet & Greet, even though nobody will show up."

"Stop being this negative." Sorcha poked her side. "Do you have enough pencils with you?"

Cora held up a big pencil case. "I think this must do." she chuckled.

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Cora looked around the corner, the room was filled with people. It scared her, there were more people than she could have hoped for. Where did they all come from. A local bookshop had arranged this evening. There was not much room left in the shop. All those people where here for her and she had to pinch herself. How was this possible? She shivered.

"Nervous." The shop owner asked.

"I was not expecting this many people." Cora said shaky.

"Do not worry, they loved your book, that is why they are here. You will not disappoint them; I am sure of that. We will start with a short introduction and question round, and then they will be able to come up, so you can sign their book." She walked into the shop and the crowd got quiet.

Cora nodded, while wringing her hands. She saw Sorcha sitting close to the place she would sit. That gave her some reassurance.

"And now, let us welcome Miss Levinson."

This was her que, she quickly walked towards the small podium. She tried to look over the people, so she would not have to make eye contact.

"Where did you get your inspiration from?" one of the audience members asked.

Cora smiled at the woman who asked the question. "That is hard to say, to be honest. The idea popped into my head, and I decided one day to start writing."

"Did you ever hit writers block?" Another audience member asked.

Cora chuckled. "Many times, to be honest. There was one thing that helped me out of it. When I open my window, I can hear the most beautiful piano music. The moment I hit a writer’s block, and the piano player is blessing the streets with the wonderful music, my writers block melts like snow in the sun."

"I think you all would love to have a signed copy of the book you are holding. Please form a line, so miss Levinson can sign them all." The bookshop owner said, once there were no more questions.

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Robert had to rush to get to Rosamund on time.

"I almost thought you would not come." Rosamund said, while opening the door for him. "We have to eat a bit quicker, otherwise we will miss the meet & greet."

"Do we really need to go?" Robert complained.

"Yes, we do. I want to go, and you promised to come with me."

"Why is Marmaduke not coming with you?"

"I have not read the book, Rosamund asked you, and you agreed." Marmaduke said, while Robert walked into the dining room.

Robert sighed, they were teaming up against him, it was useless to argue. He felt kicked around as always. It did not matter, being here in London or at Downton. Recently other people decided how his live was run and he was getting fed up with it.

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"What a cute bookshop this is." Rosamund said, while they looked at the building.

Robert could see it was busy inside the shop, and he was regretting coming with Rosamund, more and more. He should be in his own home playing the piano. It had now been weeks since he last played, and he properly missed it. He should find a way to get back here more often, without having to meet up with Rosamund and Marmaduke. He loved his sister and brother-in-law, but he needed his own life.

They were on the late sight and could barely find a place inside the shop. Rosamund managed to get a spot where they could see the small podium. Robert stood behind her, he was taller than his sister. Because they were late, it did not take long before the bookstore owner announced that Miss. Levinson would come on stage. Robert almost gasped audibly when he saw who stepped onto the podium.

He blinked a couple of times. But no, he was seeing it correctly. That was Cora. Cora was C. Levinson. Of course she was, how could he not have noticed that. Especially since she introduced herself to Rosamund recently as Cora Levinson. He had not made the connection, but clearly Rosamund did. That is why she was insisting on them coming here.

"I told you it would be worth it." Rosamund said, when the questions where finished and they lined up.

Robert was shaken by Cora's words. Was she referring to his music? Should he tell her that he played the piano. What if it was not his music, that made her come over her writer’s block. What if he made a fool out of himself by assuming that.

Slowly they made their way to the table where Cora was signing the books. He was how she made time for everybody and truly listened. In each book she wrote something personal. What a wonderful woman she was, he thought. He felt nervous the closer they came. How was he going to explain being here.

Finally, it was their time, Rosamund handed Cora her book. When Cora looked up, Robert saw that she recognized her.

"Hello Rosamund." She said. "What a surprise seeing you here."

As she had done with everybody, she fully focused on the person in front of her. She had not seen him yet, should he leave? He could quickly leave without her noticing it. He felt embarrassed being here, it felt like he was stalking her. He had that feeling earlier, when he kept running into her in the supermarket and on the street. But she did know by now that he had a home here, so it was less stalking. Was it? His change of making an escape was gone, the noticed that Rosamund pointed towards him.

Cora looked in his direction and her face lit up when she spotted him. "Robert." She exclaimed.

"Hi." He answered sheepishly.

"I did not know you read my book."

"I did not know it was written by you." He answered.

"Let me sign your copy." Cora said, while extending her hand.

Robert coloured. "I forgot to bring mine." He felt stupid, how could he forget to bring the book.

"We have some more copies for sale." The bookstore owner said, while handing him a new one.

Robert gave the book to Cora with still that sheepish smile on his face. Cora touched his hand, while taking the book from him. He felt his cheeks get more colour. She started writing, but Robert could not see what she wrote. Quickly Cora closed the book and handed it back to him. "You should read that at home." She winked.

"We should walk on, there are more people waiting to get their book signed." Rosamund took his arm and pulled him away. Robert kept his eyes on Cora, who clearly had trouble focussing on the new people in front of her.

"You knew it was Cora who wrote that book?" He said, while they walked to the front of the store.

Rosamund smiled. "I made the connection the first time I met Cora. She introduced herself and I recognized her last name. It surprised me that you had not said anything about it. Later it dawned on me that you had no clue."

"Thank you for dragging me here."

"It was hard to get you here, I was scared this whole evening that you would sneak out the shop."

Robert blushed again; his sister knew him all too well. In the corner of his eye, he saw Sorcha walking towards them.

"Good to see you again Robert."

"Likewise. I do not think you have met my sister. This is Rosamund. Rosamund this is Sorcha and friend of Cora."

"Nice meeting you." Sorcha said polite. "Cora is asking if you want to get something to drink once she is finished." Sorcha looked at Rosamund. "You are invited too."

Robert looked at Rosamund to see if she would like to stay or preferred going home.

"That would be nice, thank you for the invitation. Should we wait here?"

"Cora mentioned the white cross. You two could get there already and secure us a table or booth?"

"Sound as a perfect plan. We will do that." Rosamund answered.

Robert pressed the book against his side, while he followed Rosamund outside. He glanced one more time at Cora, who was still chatting with the people that wanted a signature of her. There were only a couple left. He figured it would not take very long for her to come to the pub. He only hoped that their visit to Kew Gardens tomorrow would still stand.

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert

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astridhoff03 · 8 months ago

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For the love and life/Chapter 3

Hiccup kicked some rocks off the side of the road. So that's a bummer! Now they only had one option and if that didn't work then...

No, he didn't even want to think about it, he would think of something. Somehow. Astrid and he would somehow find some way to stay afloat. But who knew how long this would work? He was turning down the street to the apartment complex where they lived when his landlord, Johann, ran into him. “Ah, Mister Haddock, how good that I meet you.” “What’s up Johann?” Johann ran his hand through his long brown-red beard, which was streaked with white. “It’s about your rent. Do you think, you and your girlfriend can pay her this time. I don't want a dilemma like the one I had with the electricity bill a few weeks ago." Hiccup nodded. “I'll see what I can do.” With these words he walked past Johann, but Johann called out to him over his shoulder. “Oh, one more thing, Mr. Haddock. Some neighbors have complained that your baby screams most of the night." "She's still small, Johann," said Hiccup without looking at him, "I can't stop her from screaming yet, even though I'm her father."

“That bastard, he didn’t really say that,” cursed Astrid, who had tied Zephyr to her chest with the help of a cloth, “what does he allow himself to talk about our daughter like that. I'll cough something up for him, nobody talks about my baby like that! I would even intentionally not pay the rent." "Astrid, calm down a bit, we're in the middle of the supermarket," Hiccup tried to reassure her while he put the groceries in the shopping cart full of groceries. “I don't care. I'm going to tell this...this traitor to his face." "Astrid, please come down a little. I promise you, you'll have enough space at home to let out all your anger," Hiccup promised her and put his arms around her and gave her a kiss on the temple. “Believe me, that upsets me too.” Astrid still snorted indignantly, but her facial features had smoothed out a bit. “You’re right. I'm sorry I got so upset, it's just that apart from you and Zephyr everything is so frustrating right now." "I understand you, my darling, and you get your space to let out all your anger and frustration if you want. You can box me too.” Astrid gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, but I don't want to hurt the father of my child, so I'd better get a punching bag, assuming we can afford one." Hiccup's mouth twisted. “We'd better go to Snotlout's, he has one at home.” Astrid wrinkled her nose. “Yes and a sauna and an aquarium and an extra large jacuzzi so that there is enough space for his manhood. I know the little guy has everything." Hiccup smiled, but then his thoughts drifted off again as he thought of everything his cousin, who lived in a small villa on the outskirts of New Berk, owned. He wished he could offer Astrid and Zephyr more too. But at the same time he also had to think about his cousin, who didn't particularly like sharing, especially not his money. As he said, he wanted to impress the ladies, even if it hadn't worked once yet. Hiccup liked his cousin, even if he was kind of glad that he didn't end up like him, who had everything from a young age. He could still remember exactly how he and Astrid had told his family that Astrid was pregnant and Snotlout had made a lewd joke about Hiccup's erection, which had also earned him a slap from Astrid, who didn’t like such jokes about Hiccup at all. He looked back at his little family, at Astrid who was kissing Zephyr on the head and whispering to her why she was so upset and that luckily Hiccup was there to bring her down from her tantrum. Hiccup absolutely had to convince his boss that he really needed a raise and that he would even work longer if possible if it meant that Astrid and Zephyr were taken care of.

#astrid hofferson #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #zephyr haddock #hiccstrid fic #hiccstrid family #hiccstrid fluff #traitor johann #hiccstrid #snotlout jorgenson #haddock family fluff #stoick the vast #valka haddock

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 years ago

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"New face, new problems"

So... yeah. Just crappy one-shot, because I wanna write something with Dobson.

"Will you stop telling me how to run my business? I'm your boss, and it's not for you to question my business methods!"

"Oh-ho-ho, methods, you say? If your goal is to bankrupt your shop, then your methods are just fine!"

Julian and Lewis both sighed tiredly at the same time. It had been six months since Morris and Pierre had been fighting almost every morning. In Pelican Town their constant swearing has become so commonplace that the other residents who pass Pierre's shop are no longer surprised by the noise.

Exactly six months ago the Community Centre was rebuilt, and the supermarket, hated by many residents, was closed and replaced, more recently, by the Cinema. As much as Lewis had tried to understand how the young farmer had been able to contribute to the building of the cinema venue so quickly, Julian still kept it a secret. The mayor of the town did not resent him for this: after all, he realised that the grandson of his late friend was a kindly fellow, and had always tried for the good of the town from the day he arrived in Stardew Valley.

Julian had even been kind enough to shelter Morris, who was left without a job (and as it turned out, without money and a home). Although the former manager complained that the farmer himself was partly to blame for his dismissal, in the end Morris swallowed his pride and agreed to live in a cosy cottage.

He still considered Stardew Valley his home, he really did want what was best for everyone. And he would like another chance to correct his mistakes and become a full member of this small community.

The most interesting thing is that when Morris was looking for a job in the town, Pierre was the first to take it. Surprisingly - his main competitor, with whom he had crossed paths more than once on the warpath for the monopoly of Jojamart - and Pierre was the first to give him a vacancy as a junior assistant in his local shop. Though each other's relationship was strained, to say the least, from the beginning, but later everyone noticed that when discussing future seed purchasing plans or improved marketing, the two could be called buddies.

Which didn't cancel out, however, the constant bickering over the best way to run the business.

When Pierre and Morris had already broken down into shouting, Julian and Lewis wanted to calm the two men down so that the matter would not escalate to a fight. The mayor and the young farmer were overtaken by Caroline, who, standing on the second-floor balcony of her husband's shop, poured a bucket of cold water over the heads of the two instigators of the daily scandal.

It had an immediate effect - they both fell silent and looked up.

"Caroline?! What are you doing?", Pierre's voice was no longer so loud from shock.

"I'm sick of listening to you swearing," The green-haired woman said calmly, but rather sternly. "Either you two stop shouting at each other, or you can forget about dinner."

Caroline went back into the room, slamming the balcony door loudly. Pierre and Morris immediately fell silent, as Morris didn't have enough money to eat properly yet, and Caroline was always calling him for family dinner, and Pierre just didn't want to be without his favourite fried squid. Walking quickly into the shop, they could no longer hear the ringing laughter of Julian and Lewis from the whole situation, and how the unwitting eyewitnesses to this morning's quarrel joined them, chuckling slightly.

While the residents were recovering from their laughter, transport arrived at the bus stop.

A blue coloured luxury foreign car with Joja's emblem visible on it. A young man, who wouldn't stop talking on the phone, got out of the car and put it on the alarm.

"Yes, boss, I've arrived. Yes, yes, the same Stardew Valley where our good-for-nothing manager blew the assignment. Good thing it's our ex-manager now. What? Oh, yeah. You betcha, boss. I'll make sure that even this dump has a shop with our logo. And I'll restore our reputation, don't worry. I'll call you back later for the reports."

Dobson ended his phone conversation and tucked the device into his pocket. Looking at the Pelican Town signpost, he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a little predatorily.

"Yeah, there's a lot of work to be done here. But I'll make those hard-boiled fools realize the benefits and power of Joja."

#i don't know what am i doing #i actually don't want to make Dubson completely like Disney cartoon villain #but.... uh. i don't know. i have some idea and... here we go. another crappy story #eh #sdv #stardew valley #sdv dobson #sdv pierre #sdv morris #sdv lewis #sdv farmer #sdv caroline #farmer julian

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To help with writer's block: #12 Nalu!

I hope it helps cuz I can already see it in my mind!

“You kick a ball and your shoe flies off, hitting them in the back of the head.”

Nalu Week- 7/30/23 Shenanigans @allaboutnalu

Magnolia Park, so called for the large flowering trees that dot its landscape is a favorite place for many residents of the mid-sized college town. Forty acres of grassy knolls and walking trails with park benches along the way, at any given time during daylight you’ll likely run into kids playing, joggers and bikers, and people simply taking in the fresh air. Just like a group of friends who are spread out on a large colorful blanket having a picnic on this sunny Sunday.

It’s just one of those spurs of the moment events when they ran into each other at the local supermarket that morning. They rarely have a day off that coincides, so, Lucy Heartfilia suggests they all have a picnic in the park.

“We were just about to head there, so you guys should join us!” The blonde woman beams.

Natsu Dragneel, Lucy’s boyfriend smiles. “Yeah, unless you’re busy.”

“Nah,” a male named Gray Fullbuster shrugs, “no plans.” His new girlfriend Juvia Loxar nodding in agreement as she hangs onto his arm.

Levy McGarden, another female smiles. “It’s a perfect day to hang out, right?” She turns and looks up to her taller husband Gajeel Redfox who just grunts in return. “We’re down for it.”

They pick a spot under one of the magnolia trees, thankful for the shade it provides. There’s a very light breeze that comes by now and again, but nothing that will send their blanket flying. The combination is enough to keep them cool under the warm late spring afternoon. Each couple has supplied a fair share of offerings, snacks like chips and dip or cookies, some popcorn chicken and rolled sushi from the deli, and half a dozen donuts that Gajeel tries to say are Levy’s, but they all know that’s a lie.

For a couple of hours, the friends chat about everything and nothing, catching up on how each are doing. Levy is four months pregnant, so the girls are happily chittering, asking how things are progressing. Aside from month two’s morning sickness, nothing else has been troublesome. She also relays that they hope to find out the sex in a couple of months, and the names they’ve been tossing around for whether the baby is a boy or girl. They eventually made a deal that if it’s a girl Levy will pick the name, and if a boy Gajeel, and they can’t complain about the choice. This leads into a discussion of what Lucy or Juvia would name any future kids they may have. The guys are discussing an upcoming MMA fight and who they think will win the main event. Well, mostly bickering over which fighter they think is better. It’s just a laid back, vegging kind of day where the biggest excitement is a bee that wouldn’t leave them alone for a time.

Well, that is, until Natsu suddenly grabs everyone’s attention by tapping a key from his keychain loudly on the side of a glass juice bottle. They all stop talking and turn from their conversations to see the man sitting back on his haunches, seiza style with a big smile and the reddest blush alighting his cheeks. “I’ve got an announcement.” He states plainly with a slight cracking in his voice. “Lucy, could you come closer?” He accentuates the request by gesturing to the spot in front of him.

“Okay…” Lucy’s tone drips with hesitant curiosity as she heeds the request. “What is it?”

Natsu then pulls out a single shoe from behind his back. Everyone’s eyes narrow in confusion, head tilting, or brows furrowed wondering what in the world is their friend doing. The shoe is a woman’s flat sandal, light beige with an inch deep cork/leather platform sole bottom and crisscrossed straps running over the top to secure it to the foot. It’s open-toed and an open backed slip-on sandal that Lucy recognizes instantly as her own. He holds it perched on the flat face up open palm of his left hand while cradling the side with his right as if presenting a gift. Which he is.

“Natsu why do you have my shoe?” Lucy queries, but her eyes and focus are on the tiny item tied with a ribbon to the strap. Knowing, yet not knowing exactly what it is.

“Because it’s special,” he grins. “It’s the one you wore the day we met, remember?”

“I remember, but what’s that?” She points towards the strap with a head shaking, smiling laugh. “Please don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing.”

He nods as he replies. “On a day two years ago, the wearer of this sandal stood above me as stars danced around her head and light haloed like a golden angel from Heaven…”

“Oh my god!” Lucy mutters and palms her face despite the heat flushing her cheeks and brimming smile of embarrassment overwhelms.

His grin widens even more and eyes sparkle in the sunlight as he puts the sandal down and undoes the ribbon holding the ring. “Lucy Heartfilia,” Natsu holds the ring up. “Will you be my star for the rest of our lives?”

Lucy snorts a laugh and pushes him lightly on his shoulder pretending to try and knock him over. “You total weirdo!” But also presents her left hand to him. “Of course, I will!”

After Natsu slips the engagement ring onto Lucy’s finger, he pulls her in for a sweet kiss, cradling her cheek and resting his forehead on hers as she whispers words of love through the embrace. Their bonds strength is one that couples wish for, dream of; a connection where unspoken words are communicated simply with a look in a language only known to them. It’s an endearing scene made all the sappier with the oohs and ahhs of their friends and the wows from the women over the white gold band and 1/8 carat solitaire diamond ring. It isn’t a large or fancy ring, but for Lucy, just the fact it is from Natsu is all that matters.

“But Juvia is still confused,” the woman breaks through the chatter. “Juvia doesn’t understand about the sandal.”

“Oh,” Levy laughs, “it’s about how they met.”

“It was long before we met,” Gray takes over the explanation for his girlfriend. “Lucy’s sandal hit Natsu in the head and knocked him down.” He laughs too. “It was pretty funny at the time ‘cause he had a welt on the back of his head for a week so he couldn’t sleep on it, and the guys at the academy teased him mercilessly for it.”

Juvia turns back to Lucy and Natsu with genuine curiosity in her voice. “How did it happen?”

Even for Lucy this is a memory that she’ll be sure to tell her grandchildren about one day. Of all the ways to meet someone, this is not something anyone would recommend. But it does make the story a whole lot more memorable.

Natsu perks up at Juvia’s question. “Oooh, I’ll tell the story!” He sits cross-legged and leans in with gusto. “Gray and I were jogging through the park that day ‘cause we were in training for the fire departments physical exam…”

In Lucy’s mind a vision of that long ago day floats back into her consciousness as Natsu’s voice slowly fades away and she’s transported back in time. It was sunny and comfortably warm that day in July, not too hot like a typical summer day could get. She’d done an interview earlier that morning for a magazine article she needed to write later, but since the rest of her day was open, Lucy decided to relax in the park. It’s something she often did, taking a new novel to read and finding a bench along the walking paths of Magnolia Park. That day passed along quickly unfettered to Lucy as she lost herself in the fictional story, so by the time a soccer ball rolled up and bumped her foot, she hadn’t realized three hours had already gone by.

She’d put her book down on her lap and looked up at the kid’s voices, calling to Lucy to kick their ball back to them. There was a group of children of various ages between 7 and 14 playing soccer in the adjacent open field approximately 50 feet away. It Was perched on a hill with a slight incline of about ten degrees, but sure, why not? It shouldn’t be too difficult to kick the ball up the hill. So, she stood, lining up the shot so it should go in the correct direction.

And it did! The ball headed straight towards the center of the group.

But Lucy didn’t notice the children’s squeals of joy. She only heard the cry of “Watch out!” by someone nearby. She turned to her right in the direction the male voice had come from and saw a black-haired male standing next to and over another male who’s lying on their back in the grass with their palm pressed against their forehead… and her sandal lying next to his arm. Lucy’s eyes widened in realization.

True, the ball had gone towards the kids, but her shoe flew in another direction striking a hot, pink-haired guy in the back of the head hard enough to knock him down. “Oh, no, I am so sorry!” Lucy rushed over to the two men twenty feet away, dropping to her knees. “Are you hurt?!”

The male rolled over and groaned, his eyes still blocked by his hand. “What’s that thing made of wood? It hurts like hell, but I’ll live.” He moved his hand and looked up towards the female voice, squinting as his eyes readjusted to the sunlight. He blinks a couple times and tips his head slightly. “Did I die and you’re an Angel taking me to heaven?”

“Oh, brother…” The black-haired male rolled his eyes at the lame pick-up line. “Idiot.”

Completely flustered, Lucy’s face turned cherry red. It had been a while since a guy had tried to talk to her, and this one was certainly in the top 5 of hottest guys who’ve hit on her before. “N-No, not an angel,” she stammered, “a journalist.” She reached over and helped him to a sitting position. “Maybe I should grab some ice,” she suggested when noticing the angry bump developing on the back of the man’s head.

The man shook his head no. “What you can do is tell me your name.”

“Lucy.” She responded. “And you are?”

“Nice to me you Lucy,” he held out his hand, “I’m Natsu…”

The memory of him flashing his pearly white smile that sent a shiver through her soul, fades away back to the present, and being surrounded once again by their best friends. If someone had asked her if two years later, she’d be back in the same park being proposed to with the same shoe by the guy who’d been hit by said shoe in the head Lucy would’ve said they were in a fairytale. Well, and here she is. She smiles as Natsu reaches the end of the story.

“And that’s when I asked for her number, and we’ve been together ever since.” Natsu proudly proclaims.

“Juvia thinks that’s such a sweet story!”

Levy chuckles. “I remember when she called me that night to tell me about Natsu. She couldn’t stop talking about how hot he was.”

“Hey!”

Lucy squeals and dives to cover Levy’s mouth, but Levy ducks and continues. “She was known for her soccer kick in high school,” she laughs, “but never would’ve guessed she’d catch a guy with it!”

“Ha Ha,” Lucy rolls her eyes feigning that she’s not embarrassed despite the blush in her cheeks. “It’s not like I was trying to, but at least it’ll be a funny story to tell the kids one day.”

Natsu suddenly perks up in confused excitement. Did he hear what he thinks he heard? “Huh, kids?!”

#naluweek2023 #nalu #nalu fan fiction #fairytail

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